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Pleasant Street Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



AUTHOR's NOTE: I wrote Pleasant Street before I wrote the Passion In James County series. As you read this story, and Return To Pleasant Street which I'll post later, you'll probably find some sections of stories I "borrowed" for my later work. I hope this doesn't detract from your enjoyment of this one.

Chapter one

THE BEAUTY SHOP

A young woman named Jody runs a "unisex" beauty shop in her home on Pleasant Street, you know, one of those shops where they do both men's and women's hair. She's a very good stylist and has many faithful clients. Maybe it's also because she has a nice personality and is very, very pretty.

The other day I saw a guy I know going into Jody's shop late in the afternoon. After he went in, Jody put the "Closed" sign in her window. I'm not a peeping Tom, so I don't know that the events described in the following story actually happened, but they could have...

WASH AND HAIRCUT

Milt Anderson was the last customer in the beauty shop waiting for a haircut. Tall, good-looking, and in his late forties, Milt was a very successful financial advisor. He allowed himself the luxury of a shampoo and haircut at least once a month because he loved the way it felt when someone - especially an attractive woman - fussed with his hair, even though he was happily married. The girl who was going to be doing his hair today was one of the prettiest women Milt had seen in a while.

"I should have come here a long time ago," Milt thought as he watched the young woman take money from the customer ahead of him, an older woman with purple hair. When the other customer left the attendant turned to him and smiled. She had a very pretty smile.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Jody." She went to the door, locked it, and put the "Closed" sign in the window. It had been a long day, and she didn't want anyone walking in while she was with her last customer.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Milt."

"You want a shampoo, cut, and blow dry, right?" the stylist asked. 

Jody was slim with dark hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her shiny hair was done in an attractive style featuring loose, fluffy curls. She wore a plain white blouse and snug calf-length brown skirt with deep slit up the front. Her legs, which showed through the opening in the skirt as she walked, were strong and well shaped. The deep tan pantyhose she wore made her lovely limbs look more enticing.

"Not bad!" Milt thought as he followed her to the chair, "I wouldn't mind a romp in the hay with her! Not at all!"

Jody put a protective plastic cover over her customer and fastened it around his neck. As she did, Milt inhaled the delightful scent of her perfume. Her hip brushed his arm and he felt his groin tighten.

"We need to go out back so I can do your shampoo," Jody said.

Milt followed her, enjoying the swing of her hips as she walked ahead of him. Her bottom was extremely well formed and moved enticingly in her snug skirt. Passion continued to stir in his groin. "Watch it, old boy!" Milt cautioned himself, "You could get arrested for what you're thinking!" He was going to have a case of blue balls if this kept up. He sat down in the chair Jody indicated, then he leaned back, laying his head in the groove of the special shampoo sink.

Jody turned on the water and began wetting her customer's hair with the spray.

Milt's hands gripped the arms of the chair. He was acutely aware of her nearness and the effect it was having on him.

"Tell me if the water's too hot," Jody said as she massaged his hair, insuring that it was all wet. When it was wet, she put some shampoo in it and began working up a lather.

She moved around Milt, lathering his hair. Her movements caused her firm thigh to brush against his hand quite often. Milt could feel her warmth radiating through the material of her skirt. Without thinking about what he was doing - or the consequences - he extended a finger and stroked her leg gently.

Jody, who was busy working the shampoo into her customer's hair, at first wasn't aware that he was stroking her leg. Then she became cognizant of a tingling sensation, little shocks of pleasure shooting into her body. "He's touching me!" she thought. "My God! What am I going to do?" Wanting to avoid a scene, she decided the best thing to do would be to ignore the whole thing. So, despite the feelings his touch provoked, she continue working the lather into his hair and tried to keep her attention focused on what she was doing. He had nice hair, thick and full. But even though her mind was trying to ignore what was happening, her body wasn't. Without realizing she was doing it, her body pressed against her customer's hand, seeking more of his delightful touch.

Once he started touching the pretty hairdresser's leg, Milt knew he very likely could get slapped for what he was doing - he almost expected to - so he was pleasantly surprised when she moved closer. "Goddamn!" he thought. He became bolder, his movements more open. He added a second finger and his explorations grew more daring.

Jody continued to work on her client's hair, acutely conscious of the motion of his seeking fingers and the effect those explorations were having on her. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "He...he isn't stopping. I-I guess I-I have to tell him to stop before...before this goes any...any farther!" She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What her customer was doing to her felt so nice! She was a bit shocked when she realized she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop.

Jody's boyfriend broke up with her a month earlier and she'd been so busy in the shop she really hadn't had the time - or energy - to get back into the dating scene. For the last week or so, she woke up horny almost every morning, the result of some pretty erotic dreams. Milt had unknowingly chosen a time when Jody's resistance to his advances was at a low point.

Jody continued her mental debate about what she should do about her customer's actions. "This...this is my shop. I...I can make him stop any time I want," she thought, "I-I guess there isn't any harm in letting him cop a little feel. I'll stop him if he really gets out of line."

It seemed to Milt that the pretty hairdresser was taking an inordinate amount of time doing his shampoo and was pressing against him much more than necessary while doing it. The touch of her leg on his hand and the sensations from what she was doing with his hair had given him a full-blown, throbbing erection.

"Good thing I have this cover over me," he thought.

Emboldened by Jody's failure to protest his actions, Milt began using his whole hand to stroke her. He slipped his hand through the slit in her skirt and it came in contact with warm, nylon-encased skin. His penis jumped as if touched by a live wire.

Jody' was rinsing the man's hair. Her insides writhed when his whole hand moved onto her stocking-covered thigh. This was more than she wanted, way more than she could allow! She had to stop him now! She wrapped the towel around the man's head, tucking the ends in carefully. His hand continued to slide boldly up and down her thigh and her breath caught. Her legs went rubbery; she couldn't speak, and could barely breathe.

Even though Jody's mind was telling her to put an end to what was happening, she felt her legs parting. Then her customer's hand slid between her thighs and he continued thrilling her with his caresses.

"Jesus!" Milt thought when he felt the girl spread her legs. Fires of passion blazed to life in him as his hand glided over the girl's hot, silken thighs. This couldn't really be happening! He slid his hand up and brushed his fingers lightly over the place where her legs joined her body. He was surprised to discover wetness through the two layers of nylon separating the hairdresser's vagina from his fingers.

"Oh!" Jody moaned softly when Milt's hand touched her vagina. Her chest was heaving, her mind swimming. She had to make him stop now! She had to! But she couldn't move and her voice wouldn't work!

Milt continued to stroke Jody's vaginal lips through her panties and panty hose, tracing the pulsing opening with a single finger, probing at her. He could feel her trembling.

"Unnhh!" Jody groaned and her body jolted. Passion washed over her in unstoppable waves. This was crazy! This stranger was playing with her pussy and she was getting turned on! Really turned on! She couldn't remember ever being this turned on! "Ohh!" she moaned softly. Her hips began thrusting forward, seeking more of the man's touch.

"Am I hurting you?" Milt croaked. The hoarseness in his voice gave evidence of the incredible sexual tension he felt.

Jody, quaking with excitement, was unable to talk. She shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly.

"Yes! Yes! Get away from me!" the rational part of Jody's mind screamed. Instead, her head again moved from side to side. "What is wrong with me?" she thought desperately. "Why am I letting him do this to me? Why can't I stop him?"

Milt slid his fingers up over Jody's nearly flat belly, to the elastic waist of her panty hose, then he slid them inside the pantyhose and her panties, seeking direct contact with her passion-inflamed labia. Jody's hips rocked forward in response to his touch. Then he discovered the swollen bud of her clit.

"Ahh!" Jody moaned. When her customer's finger touched her clit, mighty bursts of pleasure raced into her body. If he kept this up, she was going to come! Right here! She didn't know how this situation had gotten so out of control, but it was too late to stop! She was so turned on she had to come or she'd scream! She couldn't recall the last time a man's touch turned her on like this!

While his hand drove the lovely young hairdresser wild, Milt tried to relieve the discomfort he was experiencing from his swollen, throbbing erection. Things were entirely too snug inside his pants. His rigid shaft desperately sought freedom. He unzipped his fly, then fumbled his swollen pole out of its prison. He couldn't remember the last time it had felt this hard!

Jody gave up pretending she was trying to do her customer's hair and clung to the chair, trying to keep from falling as his hand sent delectable impulse after delectable impulse percolating through her lovely young body.

"Oh God!" she thought, "If he keeps that up, I'm going to come! I-I have to come! I have to!"

Milt, keenly aware of the effect he was having on Jody, continued to stroke her vagina and felt her juices flowing. He felt her passion-inflamed body trembling. He stopped caressing her for a minute and tugged her panty hose and panties down. He was surprised when she moved to assist him, helping expose her vagina to his seeking fingers. When her middle was bared, his hand slid up her hot, smooth skin again. This time his finger parted the slick petals of her labia and began to enter her. As it did, his thumb came to rest on her super-sensitive clit.

"Unnhhh!" Jody groaned. Overpowering sensations knotted her insides, building sweet tension that felt so good, but demanded release. "Oh God! He's finger-fucking me now!" she thought. "I-I'm letting a...a stranger, a man I just met, finger-fuck me! And I-I...can't do anything to...to stop...him. Oh God! It feels so good!" Soft moans kept escaping from her as Milt's finger and thumb plunged and twirled insistently.

Jody's control was fading fast. She knew her body was about to explode with passion. She gripped the chair and sink, her knuckles white. "I'm gonna come!" she thought, as signals of impending release flashed through her swirling mind. "My God! I'm gonna come! Now!"

"Ohh! Ohhh!" the luscious young woman groaned, expressing her passion, her hips jolting in frenzied movement, juices of passion flooding out of her.

Milt felt the walls of Jody's vagina begin to spasm around his thrusting finger, then her hips began rocking frantically and even more wetness drenched his hand. He savored the sounds of delight that poured from Jody, pressed his finger deeper into her, and watched, smiling, as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and a slack look of bliss pervaded her exquisite features. Her chest heaved as she gasped incoherent cries of delight.

When Jody's motions slowed and the clutching of her vagina stopped, Milt slid his finger from between her thighs. He sat up and gently pulled her up onto his lap. Still weak and limp, she fell into his arms, her chest heaving, her head lying on his shoulder.

It was the most shattering orgasm Jody ever had! She couldn't recall ever experiencing anything like it! And even though it was over, she knew she was still in his power! She let him pull her onto him, and settled herself on his lap. Then she felt something under the plastic cover, pressing against her bottom.

Jody had been so wrapped up in her own passion, she hadn't given much thought to what Milt was experiencing. Now she knew. "My God!" she thought. "He's got a hard-on!"

Milt hadn't said much and remained silent. He was afraid if he spoke, it would break the spell, and he didn't want that. Not now, not when it looked like he was so close to making love to the lovely young woman he held in his arms. 

Jody sat up and looked at her customer. She could see desire in his eyes and was thrilled, even though she knew she shouldn't be. When he began unbuttoning her blouse, she felt her excitement begin expanding again. Slowly, carefully, he opened the buttons. She felt air on her exposed skin as he slid the open blouse down her arms and off. She sat there trembling, wearing just her flimsy lace bra while his hands traced delightfully over her chest, eventually moving to the clasp of the bra. He unhooked the clasp, which was between her breasts, then that garment, too, fell to the floor. She was naked from the waist up now, and aquiver with ecstasy.

"What's wrong with me?" Jody thought feverishly, "Why am I doing this?" "Mmmph!" she groaned when his warm lips covered the straining tip of one perfect breast. Electric feelings shot into her. He was doing it to her again! He was turning her on all over again!

Milt couldn't recall when he'd seen a lovelier pair of breasts. Small, firm, and delightfully shaped, they sagged not a bit when he took Jody's bra off. The nipples stood out proudly from her dark areolas, begging to be suckled. Milt did just that, feeling her tremble, hearing her moan as he did. He mouthed one breast, then the other, over and over, leaving her body quaking uncontrollably.

Finally, Milt looked into the young woman's eyes. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. "Stand up for a second."

Mute, Jody did as she was bidden. As she stood next to the chair, her legs wobbly, she felt his hands undo the buttons that held her skirt, then it slid down her legs and pooled around her feet. She stood in front of him naked, feeling terribly vulnerable; brimming with so much need she knew she'd do anything he asked. She watched him pull off the plastic cover and saw his throbbing, engorged shaft for the first time.

"He's huge!" she thought. "My God! He'll split me in two!" She continued to watch, 

transfixed, while he opened his pants and slid them down. Then he beckoned to her and, like a zombie, she moved toward him.

"You want me, too, don't you?" Milt rasped.

Jody's head moved up and down. She was astride his legs, now, her middle moving toward the erect shaft, which pointed at her aching opening. He grasped her hips and, guiding himself with one hand, pulled her onto him. She gasped as the flared tip parted her vaginal lips and glided into her.

"Ohh!" she moaned, sinking down onto him. Indescribable sensations ripped through her as she impaled herself on her customer's swollen shaft, which spread her, stretched her, and filled her more than she'd ever been filled. Finally, her buttocks were pressed against his thighs and his huge column was crammed all the way into her! She'd never experienced anything this fantastic!

It had been a long time since Milt had made love with a woman as tight and beautiful as the one whose vagina now enveloped his cock. He began rocking his hips, thrusting his swollen rod up into the clutching warmth of Jody's tight love channel. He grasped her slim, shapely hips and kept grinding into her, savoring the wonderful friction as the walls of her snug channel dragged along his erection.

The movement of the man's swollen cock gave Jody feelings she never imagined possible. She didn't believe she could feel any better than she had a few minutes earlier when her passion exploded on his fingers, but now she knew that was just an appetizer! She didn't ever want these exquisite feelings to stop! Her head lolled on her shoulders and her fine breasts bobbed softly as Milt thrust forcefully into her. Tighter and tighter passion coiled inside her, ecstasy building upon ecstasy. She'd never felt this good!

"It's going to happen again!" she thought, as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm approach. "My Lord! He's going to make me come again!"

Milt couldn't wait. What he was experiencing was too good, too exciting, too intense; and he'd waited too long! Electric sensations, so intense they were almost painful, exploded through his body with surprising intensity. "Gaaaaa!" he cried, erupting, powerfully, pumping what seemed like an endless supply of hot, opalescent fluid into the young woman's body.

Jody felt the hot fluids gushing into her and dropped over the edge into a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.

"Ohh!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Ohhh! Yes!" Her pelvis continued grinding against Milt's until they were both spent, then she collapsed into his arms, her head again on his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare breasts. She couldn't remember ever being more satisfied. He was still hard, still buried deep inside her.

Jody lay in her customer's arms and felt his penis shrink, then slide from her body with a tickle. They were finished.

Milt was too spent to do much of anything, so he held her. After resting in his arms a bit, she stirred, then slid off him. Taking a towel, she cleaned herself off, then him, and both of them got dressed. Milt followed her out to the front of the beauty salon and sat down in the chair. Jody, as if nothing unusual had happened, put the cover back over him and proceeded with his haircut. When she was done, she held a mirror up to show him how it looked.

"That's fine," Milt said, smiling, "I'm really very satisfied."

He got out of the chair and Jody finished brushing clipped hair off him, then they walked to the desk, where he paid her for his haircut and shampoo, and added a generous tip.

"Would you like to schedule another appointment?" she asked.

"I think that would be a good idea," Milt said.

"In four weeks," Jody said, handing him a card. "I've put you down for the same time as today. You'll be my last customer."

"I'd like that," Milt said. He took the card and left.

Pleasant Street Ch. 02



YOUNG MEN AND OLDER WOMEN

When they reach the age of puberty and their sexual juices start flowing, most young men's thoughts turn to older women. Sometimes they get a crush on a teacher, a neighbor or, perhaps, an older girl in school. Usually, these crushes don't amount to anything. Once in a while, they do.

In literature and film younger man/older woman romances have provided the basis of some memorable stories. Mrs. Robinson became a household word after seducing young Benjamin in "The Graduate." "Tea and Sympathy," with Deborah Kerr and John Kerr, is an affecting tale of a young man/older woman romance, and, of course, there's "The Summer of '42."

I think just such a relationship might be going on right here on Pleasant Street. A young man named Donnie Perkins lives just down the street from me and a very attractive woman named Melinda Williams lives across the street. Donnie spends a lot of time at the Williams house when Melinda is home alone and I've always wondered if something might be going on.

Melinda Williams is a lot younger than her husband and is something of a "trophy bride" She hasn't been getting along with her husband for some time. She's a passionate woman, and her unfulfilling sex life may have led to fantasies. Those fantasies could be about one of her Pleasant Street neighbors, a nice-looking young man named Donnie Perkins.

Suppose Donnie has fantasies about her, too. And suppose a twist of fate makes it possible for Donnie and Melinda to live out their fantasies. Would they?

Like the story about what happened in the beauty shop, I'm not sure the tale I'm about to tell you actually took place, but it could have...

Melinda

Eighteen year-old Donnie Perkins gaped when Melinda Williams walked into his bedroom, her beautiful body barely concealed by a filmy black negligee.. It was obvious Mrs. Williams wore absolutely nothing under the negligee.

"Mrs. Williams!" he gulped.

"Yes, Donnie?" she purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aw, Mom," Donnie said. He turned and walked out the door. He crossed the street to the Williams place and went around to the back door. He knocked and Melinda came to the door, wearing a form-fitting tank top and equally snug jeans. Donnie felt his chest tighten. He knew Mrs. Williams was a lot younger than his Mom and she was a whole lot sexier, too!

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

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

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

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

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

"Lunch time!" Mrs. Williams called.

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

"Had enough?" she asked when he finished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're welcome, Donnie," Melinda said.

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

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

Melinda Williams walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding, extremely conscious of her young admirer's wide-eyed gaze. What Donnie didn't know was that she'd been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life, never all that great, had fallen off to almost nothing. She couldn't remember the last time she and Tom had made love. Every time her young neighbor came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Melinda experienced a thrill. She was only twenty-five, barely seven years older than the teenager who worked for them. She carried just under a hundred and thirty pounds on her five foot eight inch frame. Her breasts were firm and filled the 34C bras she wore just fine. Her waist remained a tidy twenty-four inches and her hips retained the same thirty-three inch measurement they'd had in high school. She hadn't been able to bear children and worked out regularly, so her stomach remained nearly flat and had no stretch marks. She wore her long mass of wild, wavy hair bleached into a golden blonde hue. For her trip to the pool, she had it tied up and held in place with a spring clip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All done with the mowing?" Melinda asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That feels so good, Donnie," Melinda murmured. "I'm glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh! Melinda, Melinda! Yes!" he moaned softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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




Pleasant Street Ch. 02



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

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

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

Melinda took a deep breath. "Donnie," she said, "I want to apologize to you. I need to apologize..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why don't you go to my bedroom and wait for me?" Melinda suggested. "My God, I'm taking a chance," she thought as she walked down the hall. "A whole weekend with him and I may not be able to walk." She hugged herself and was wearing a broad smile as she walked into the bathroom.

Donnie accompanied Mrs. Williams on stiff legs, his body on fire, his mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts.

Melinda couldn't get over how hard the young man's cock was, and how big! She stroked it from tip to base and back again. As she did, she massaged the sticky juices seeping from the slitted tip into the hot, veined shaft. She felt him quaking, a reaction she knew her caresses were causing.

"He's so young and so beautiful!" Melinda thought as she lead the quaking young man to the bedroom she shared with her husband. "And he's so turned on! He's a beautiful, beautiful boy!"

She guided Donnie to the bed then, when he was lying down, she stripped his pants and shoes off and looked at the fleshy rod that now pointed toward the ceiling. "It's so beautiful!" she thought. On impulse, she bent and kissed it, drawing a loud cry of delight from Donnie. "I want to taste him!" she thought. She bent and parted her lips. She'd never had a man in her mouth before. Tom had begged her to do it to him for years, but she refused, thinking it was dirty. Now, more than anything, she wanted to feel Donnie's veined shaft against her lips, to swallow his juices, to make him come! Slowly she lowered her head. A rush of exhilaration raced through her as the arrow-shaped tip of the young man's swollen penis slid between her lips.

Donnie, quaking, lay speechless. Mrs. Williams was kissing his cock! Thrills wilder than any he'd imagined in his wildest fantasies coursed through him. If she continued to take him into her mouth, he knew he would come! But he couldn't do anything to stop her!

As he watched, enthralled, Mrs. Williams's mouth slid slowly down over his erection, and heat and wetness engulfed him. Unbearable thrills rocketed through him.




Pleasant Street Ch. 02



"Ah!" he moaned, sound finally coming from him. "She's sucking me off!" his frenzied mind screamed. "Mrs. Williams is sucking my cock!" It was too much. His body, overwhelmed by pent-up passion, exploded, and a geyser of hot, sticky fluids spewed into Melinda's sucking oral cavity.

"Mrs. Williams!" he groaned, "Oh! Oh, God!"

Melinda felt the penis in her mouth begin to throb but before she had time to realize what was about to happen, Donnie's hot, sticky fluids spurted into her mouth. At first she was afraid she'd gag. Instinctively, because her mouth was full, she swallowed. It was too much. Donnie continued to groan and erupt and his hot, sticky fluids seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. While Donnie writhed in the throes of orgasm, a delightful quiver ran through Melinda's body and she realized she'd come, too.

Donnie's penis began to soften, but Mrs. Williams continued sucking on it and licking it. Finally, when he was completely limp and licked clean, she let the now-flaccid shaft slide from her mouth, sat back on her heels, and looked at him.

"Was that good for you, Donnie?" Melinda asked. Her voice had a breathless quality.

"It was awesome!" Donnie replied. "Unbelievable!"

Melinda moved to the center of the bed and laid down, patting the bed next to her. Donnie slid over and joined her. "Nobody's...I never...nobody's done that to me before," he stammered.

"I've never done that before," Melinda whispered. She gazed at the young man and stroked his face. He was so young! "I'm glad I could be the first for you...that we could share this first time."

Donnie touched her shoulder with a trembling hand and Melinda moved against him. His hands began exploring her body and she luxuriated in the warmth that radiated from his body as it pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed inside her again and began to grow. Donnie wanted her! His touch was heavenly! He was so gentle! This was the most wonderful day of her life!

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

Donnie, his fingers trembling, stripped the scanty swimsuit top from her and looked at her breasts. They were even more beautiful than he'd dreamed they'd be! Full and firm, they stood proudly, capped by dark circles from which protruded large, erect nipples. His hand shaking, he touched one.

"Donnie! Oh, Donnie!" Melinda groaned. Exquisite thrills shot through her as the young man tenderly explored her breast. Then he engulfed the nipple with his lips and began to suck softly. It felt so marvelous she thought she was going to come, right then and there!

Donnie's lips moved from one nipple to the other and back, and Melinda responded mightily. She writhed on the bed, moaning.

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

Donnie rolled atop her, stripped the swimsuit bottom off, and stared, wide-eyed and disbelieving at the body that was exposed to him. Mrs. Williams's middle was covered by a thick mass of auburn hair, the same color as the hair on her head. It was matted and damp, glistening with wetness of her excitement.

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

His pulse pounding, Donnie slid atop Mrs. Williams, between her out-spread legs and the tip of his re-invigorated cock brushed the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly and pushed forward. The warmth of her vagina engulfed the head of his cock. Shivers of delight rippled along his spine.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" Melinda groaned when Donnie's swollen cudgel invaded her and filled, stretched, and delighted her. She pressed her hips upward, welcoming him. This was sweeter than she could ever have imagined! When the young man's pubic bone pressed against hers, she was filled better then she'd ever been! Her clit, inflamed, vibrated with joy. She couldn't believe how satisfying it felt!

Donnie began to move, sliding that incredible tool in and out, and Melinda knew she couldn't wait. She was going to come! She had to come!

None of Donnie's sexual fantasies had prepared him for what he was feeling. Mrs. Williams's vagina grasped him, milked him; her hips pressed against his, rocking him, building his passion to a fiery peak. He couldn't wait; he had to come!

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

"Lover, Lover, yes!" Melinda cried when she felt the young man's hot cream bathing her insides. "My beautiful, beautiful young man! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Take me! I'm coming! Ahh! Yes! Oh, yes!"

The couple's bodies struggled against one another while exquisite sensations flashed between them until, at last, spent, they lay in a warm embrace, each more satisfied than they'd ever been before.

Melinda kissed Donnie. "You were wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I've never been this satisfied! Never, not in my entire life!"

Donnie didn't know what to say. He slid off her, pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and, without intending to, they fell asleep.

A tickling sensation awakened Melinda. Disoriented at first, she sat upright, then she saw that Donnie's hand was stroking her softly rounded belly. The young man looked startled and pulled his hand away.

"That's all right, darling," Melinda said, "you just startled me. Don't stop! That feels wonderful!" She lay back and enjoyed the sensations resulting from his exploration of her body. Donnie appeared to be insatiable. His fingers moved over her love-slick vaginal lips, prodding, seeking, again fanning the fires of passion. Soon her hips were twisting and rising. She gasped and her body shook as his exploring fingers moved onto her clit.

Donnie looked at her, concerned. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

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

"Donnie! Oh, God, yes!" she keened, "Yes! My sweet young lover, yes!"

Donnie had read about going down on women and was aware they were supposed to really like it. Heck, it if felt half as good as when Mrs. Williams went down on him... That knowledge didn't keep him from being surprised by the response his actions were producing in Mrs. Williams. She thrust her vagina against his mouth and he tasted her juices, mixed with his, and found the taste not at all unpleasant. His tongue lashed the silky surfaces, seeking, then finding her swollen clit. He began to lick it, her hips went wild, and he had to grab her buttocks and hang on.

"Coming! Gahh! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I'm coming again, Donnie!" Melinda shrieked, her hands raking the sheets, her body convulsing with pleasure as his lips and tongue brought her to another crashing orgasm.

Donnie was startled when Mrs. Williams's moans stopped suddenly and she went limp. At first he was scared he'd done something to hurt her, but, as he watched her magnificent chest rise and fall and saw the smile on her lips, he realized she'd either passed out or gone to sleep. He gave her vagina one last kiss, then stretched out next to her.

He'd never seen a woman as excited as Mrs. Williams had just been, and he'd been the one who made her that way. He didn't realize it then, but his self-confidence got a healthy boost. He knew this wouldn't be the last time he enjoyed her charms.

His penis was again erect, painfully so. He looked at Melinda's limp form, smiled, and moved between her luscious legs once more. Grasping his cock in his hand, he rolled on top of her body and drove it deep into her lovely body.

At first Melinda thought she was dreaming. A hard penis was pounding into her, inflating a balloon of lust that was rapidly nearing the point of bursting into total bliss. She opened her eyes and saw Donnie's passion-filled face looming over her. She was getting fucked. Well-fucked! It wasn't a dream!

"Oh, Donnie!" she groaned. She reached up, pulled him against the cushions of her breasts, and drove her tongue deep into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming both of them even more. "Yes! Oh, darling, yes!" Melinda moaned. "Give me more! More! That's it, baby!"

Donnie kept driving into her. Having come twice, he seemed tireless, even though Melinda's clutching cave sent fierce rushes of pleasure through him. He felt incredible, like he never had to stop! Her body rocked up against his, shaking the bed.

"I'm not sure I can make it again, love," Melinda whispered, pulling him down to kiss him again. "But don't stop! Oh, God, it feels so good!" Then she had an idea. "Let's do it doggie-style," she said.

Quickly, they changed positions and Donnie's distended pole slid into her from the rear. He reached under her and grasped her dangling breasts, squeezing the rigid nipples between his fingers. Melinda, startled, realized she could come again! In fact...

"Oh! I...ah...I can do it again! Ahh! Donnie! Again! Oh, God, I'm coming again!" Melinda cried. She pushed back against him, feeling his thighs slap against her as she rode out another orgasm, perhaps her best one yet. "Yes! Oh, Donnie! Donnie! Yes! Yes!"


Melinda's cries did it for Donnie. "Gaa! Uhhh!" he groaned, again erupting into her.

Finally, sated, they collapsed onto the bed, Donnie lying atop Melinda's lush body.

Later, wearing a robe, Melinda walked Donnie to the door. Before he went out, he turned, pulled her into his arms, cupped her bottom in his hands, and kissed her deeply. Then he released her and opened the door.

"Donnie?" Melinda said.

"Yes?" the young man asked.

"Do you think you could come by tomorrow and give me a hand cleaning the pool?" she asked.

"You bet!" Donnie said.



Pleasant Street Ch. 03



TEACHER PETS - AND MORE

The Williams's aren't the only couple on Pleasant Street who aren't getting along, although some of them don't know how lacking their relationships are. Rod and Lois Drager both teach at the local high school. Rod is the phys. ed. instructor and football coach, Lois is chairperson of the English Department.

One problem Rod and Lois have is that they don't talk to each other, especially Rod. He loves his wife, but he's not in tune with her wants and needs. He's also quite concerned with being a man, although he has no idea what that means.

Rod has little tolerance for anyone who isn't into sports and what he thinks are "manly" activities, and can't understand his wife's interests. He's about to leave for a fishing trip that will keep him away for some time.

Lois, who didn't know about the fishing trip, invited one of her students over, a sensitive, talented young man named Freddy Allen. Freddy isn't very good at sports, but he does have other talents, including some that even he isn't aware of. Lois Drager is about to discover, to her delight, what Freddy's hidden talents are.

Rod will probably catch some fish and will certainly drink a lot of beer and have a good time with his buddies. He'll never know what happened in his home while he was gone. Maybe it's best he doesn't know.

LOIS LEARNS SOME NEW LESSONS

"How come that wimp Allen kid has to stay with us?" Rod Drager demanded, his usually handsome face clouded with anger.

"His parents are out of town and they're having work done to their house while they're gone," his wife Lois replied.

"Shit!" Rod snorted, "if the damn kid wasn't such a geekoid, he'd have friends he could stay with, but no...he has to stay with us!"

"Freddy's one of my students," Lois protested. "How can you be that way?" She knew the answer without asking. Rod, a physical education teacher and coach, had no tolerance for male students who weren't athletic and Freddy wasn't in the least athletic. He was, on the other hand, intelligent and active in the drama club, for which Lois was faculty advisor. "He's a bright boy, and he has a good chance of winning the play competition," Lois told her fuming husband.

"He's a bright boy," Rod mimicked his wife's statement and made a limp-wristed gesture. She felt like slapping him. "He's a fuckin' wimp. Probably a goddamn faggot."

Rod could be intractable, but so could Lois. Freddy would stay with them, whether Rod liked it or not. She went into the bathroom, came out wearing her nightgown, and put her comb on the dresser. Rod, stripped to his briefs, moved behind her, circled his arms around her, and cupped her breasts in his hard hands.

"Oh!" Lois moaned. She leaned against her husband's muscular body and felt his erection prodding her buttocks, warmth and delight began to fill her body.

"You're feelin' good tonight, baby," Rod muttered. He moved his hips and squeezed her breasts.

Lois felt her nipples growing erect as Rod thumbed them roughly. His caresses shot excitement deep into her. He led her to the bed, laid her down, quickly stripped off his briefs and laid atop her. His erection, wet with pre-cum, pressed between her soft thighs.

"You really like my hard cock, don't you, baby?" Rod said as he tugged her gown up and spread her legs.

Lois felt arrow-shaped head of her husband's penis begin to push between her silky labia, opening her, then entering her. It felt wonderful! As the swollen shaft slithered into her, fires of pleasure in her belly grew and spread through her body.

"Damn!" Rod exclaimed through clenched teeth. "You got to have the tightest pussy in the whole fuckin' world!" He moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her clutching cavern. "Either that or I got a big cock, huh?"

Lois didn't like the coarse language her husband always used when they made love, but didn't complain. As his cock plunged in and out, beginning to gain speed, wonderful feelings blossomed in her.

"God...Damn!" Rod grunted as he slammed into her. The muscles in his neck corded with the strain of passion. "You...are...one...fine...piece...of...of...ass! I'm gonna come! Ahh! Unhh!"

Rod's hot fluids burst into Lois, giving her the rush of delight they always did. Not the wild, abandoned feeling she heard came with orgasm, but nice just the same. Rod seemed to get so much pleasure from their lovemaking. That, really, was the important thing. She was happy to be a good wife.

Rod kissed her forehead, then rolled off and lay beside her. "That was fine, as usual, babe."

"I love you," Lois said, softly.

"Yeah, babe, me, too," Rod mumbled, then the sound of snoring began. He was asleep.

"Why can't he hold me afterward, and tell me how much he loves me?" Lois wondered as she lay in bed next to her sleeping husband. On the other hand, why should this time be different?

She slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The last few times she and Rod made love, she'd had a vague feeling of unease afterward, hadn't understood it, and dismissed it as unimportant. Sex was pleasant, if not the wild experience her friends in college described. She believed the other girls had been bragging, trying to out-do each other with their stories.

When she returned to her bed, Lois looked down at her sleeping husband. Rod was good looking, his body as hard and firm as when they married twenty years ago. She got in, pulled up the covers, turned off the light and tried to sleep, but couldn't. She was wound up. Too much stress over the play competition, she told herself and, eventually, she did fall asleep.

"Hey, babe, time to wake up," Rod said as he shook her awake.

"What's going on?" Lois mumbled. She looked at the clock. 4:30 A.M. "Rod, it's Saturday. We don't have to get up early. Especially not this early!"

"Me and Donny are going deep-sea fishing," Rod snapped. "I told you last night."

"No you didn't," Lois said. "This is the first I've heard of it."

"Aw, damn!" Rod grumbled as he stomped around the room, throwing clothes into an overnight bag. "Donny and me have been planning this trip for a month, now. We got a good deal through the teacher's union. A week for the price of three days."

Lois sat up. "You'll be gone the whole week of vacation?" she asked.

"Babe, you sure can be dense sometimes," Rod grumbled. "I know I told you."

"But Freddy..." Lois said.

"Hey, you invited the little geek over, you entertain him," Rod said. "Now be a good gal and make some lunch, so Donny and me don't have to stop on the way to the shore."

Lois slipped on her robe and slippers and headed for the kitchen. "He didn't tell me," she thought as she descended the steps. "He never does." Even though she was angry and hurt, Lois made the lunch, always the dutiful wife.

A car horn sounded demandingly from the driveway.

"Tell Donny I'll be right down," Rod yelled.

Forgetting her flimsy attire, Lois went out on the back porch. "Rod will be right out," she yelled.

"Hey, you're lookin' good, baby!" Donny Andrews said, leering at her out of his car window. "If I was Rod, I wouldn't be going away for a week. How about I let him go and I stay here with you, baby?"

Lois's face got hot and she ran into the house. Donny, the auto mechanics teacher, was a crude, boorish man who made her skin crawl when he looked at her.

"Thanks, babe," Rod said as he grabbed the lunch Lois had made on his way through the kitchen.

"You going to call?" Lois asked.

"No phones out on the ocean," Rod retorted. The door closed behind him, an engine roared, tires squealed, and he was gone.

"I didn't even get a good-bye kiss," Lois thought. She made a cup of tea, went into the living room, turned on the TV, curled up on the sofa, and watched an early-morning talk show. Why didn't Rod take her on trips? Why was it always the guys? A lady on TV was talking about sexual fulfillment. What she described didn't match Lois's experiences. Was her sex life really all right? Tired from getting too little sleep, she dozed off.

A knocking sound awakened her. She stretched and looked around, confused to find herself on the sofa with the TV on. Then she remembered. She got up, walked through the kitchen, and opened the door.

Freddy Allen, standing on her back porch, looked at her almost transparent attire and reddened. "Ah, I'm sorry," he stammered. "Am I too early?"

"It's all right, Freddy," Lois said. "I had to get up early. Mr. Drager went deep-sea fishing."

"Uh, look, if it's going to be trouble for me to stay here," Freddy said, "I can go back to my place."

"Don't be silly," Lois said. "Come in. You can have the spare bedroom upstairs. I'm going to get dressed."

She went to her room, took off her nightgown and got in the shower. "Freddy really isn't fat," she thought as she stood under the hot, piercing spray, "Just soft. And he isn't bad-looking, either." She was startled when the caress of the sudsy washcloth sent tingles of delight through her body. "What is wrong with me?" she mused. "I'm forty years old, acting like a horny teen-ager. God, if this keeps up, I could wind up letting my hormones end my career." Just the same, she continued to luxuriate in the sensations she was giving herself, and took a lot longer in the shower than usual.

When she was finished with her shower, Lois put on jeans and a loose sweatshirt. At home she seldom wore underwear, Rod had talked her into doing that after they were married. As the sweatshirt slid down, it brushed the semi-erect tips of her nipples, and the sensations that rushed though her made her legs feel mushy. "Get hold of yourself!" she thought. She combed out her luxuriant red-gold hair, then headed downstairs.

Freddy, in shirt and jeans, sat at the kitchen table, his play spread out on the table. He looked up and smiled. "Ah, you look nice," he said.

"Did you have breakfast?" Lois asked. She felt herself blushing at Freddy's compliment.

The young man nodded. "Yeah, Mom says breakfast is the most important meal of the day," he replied.

"She's right," Lois agreed.

"Let me make breakfast for you," Freddy said. He got up and moved to the counter next to Lois. "I, ah, I'm a pretty good cook."

"Freddy," Lois said, pleased he wanted to do that for her. "Do you have any other hidden talents?"

The young man got red and nodded. "Ah, I...I don't know," he mumbled. He moved to the refrigerator, brushing against Lois as he did.

The touch of Freddy's body sent a jolt of sensation through Lois, who stepped back, shaken. "What the hell is going on?" she thought.

Freddy's French toast was the best Lois had ever eaten. "How do you make it taste so good?" she asked.

The young man blushed again. "Mom puts in a little vanilla extract," he said. "I use more egg yolks than whole eggs, and I put in a dash of almond flavor, too. I think it makes it taste richer."

"It tastes wonderful," Lois told him.

Freddy insisted on helping with the dishes. As she helped the young man, Lois reflected that Rod always said dishwashing was women's work. So was most of what had to be done around the house, actually.

As the two people worked at the sink, their hips again brushed, and another jolt of pleasant sensation rattled Lois, stiffening her nipples against the soft fabric of the sweatshirt.

"This is crazy! I've got to get hold of myself! I don't know what's come over me!" she thought.

They spent the rest of the day going over Freddy's play about an outcast teenage boy who manages to find acceptance. 

The story was old, but Freddy handled it with creativity and freshness. Lois "accidentally" brushed against Freddy quite often as they sat at the table, and each time she did it, she scolded herself for her foolishness, then she began looking for a chance to do it again.

Once, when Freddy reached in front of her for a pen, his arm brushed against her chest and without knowing it, he caressed her partially hard nipples through her sweatshirt. The sensations that resulted from the young man's inadvertent touch were so sweet, so intense, Lois couldn't get her breath for a few minutes.

The two people were enjoying themselves, so the day passed quickly. They took short breaks for lunch and dinner, but even during meals, they discussed the play. Finally, long after it had gotten dark, Lois looked at the clock, stretched and said, "I'm beat, my boy. I think I'm going to bed."

When she stretched, her hardened nipples stood out against her sweatshirt. Freddy, staring at them, found it hard to sit still. He put the play in a folder, got up holding it in front of him, and started for the stairs. "See you in the morning," he said, his voice strained.

"I can't wait," Lois said. "What wonderful surprise do you have in store for tomorrow's breakfast?"

"Uh, I, ah, I don't know," Freddy replied. He ran up the stairs, keeping his back to her.

Lois's tension hadn't abated. If anything, it was worse. The contacts with Freddy's body hadn't helped. She thought about the sad-eyed, dark-haired young man. "He's really quite nice," she mused as she got undressed and slid into bed. "A good cook, not bad-looking, bright, and very sensitive."

Sleep wouldn't come, so Lois turned on the TV. Finally, in the middle of a boring infomercial, she nodded off.

Sensations more intense than anything she'd ever felt shook Lois as Rod caressed her nipples. It felt like a giant spring was winding deep in her belly, and her pleasure grew with each tightening of the coil. She never knew it was possible to feel this good! Why had Rod waited so long to touch her like this? Why hadn't he been this gentle and loving before?

A soft moan escaped from her and the caresses stopped. "No!" she thought, "Don't stop now, please!" She lay still and, after a few moments, the soft caresses began again, tightening the coil of excitement even more. She never wanted this to stop. Never!

Then it happened. Unbelievable sensations wracked her, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She'd never, in her whole life experienced anything like it! She never dreamed it was possible to feel this good! She opened her eyes...

Freddy's flushed face, not Rod's, was in front of hers! His hand was touching her breast as he knelt next to the bed.

"F-F-Freddy...!" Lois moaned. "No!"

The young man scrambled to his feet and ran from the room. Lois, trapped in the throes of her waning orgasm, was temporarily unable to follow him. When, at last the delightful sensations subsided, she sat up, and discovered that her breasts had slipped out of her nightgown.

She pulled her nightgown up, put on a robe and started to follow Freddy. At first her legs didn't seem to want to work, but finally she got herself under control, made her way to the door of the spare bedroom, and knocked softly. "Freddy, we have to talk," she said.

"No! Please!" Freddy replied. His reply was muffled.

Lois entered the room and found the young man huddled under the covers. She sat on the bed. "Freddy, please," she said.

"You're mad at me," Freddy said. The covers over his head muffled his voice. "You'll tell my folks."

Lois put her hand on the young man's shoulder and could feel him trembling. "No, Freddy, I'm not going to tell your folks," she said. "What in the world made you do that?"

Freddy's face appeared from under the covers. He looked pale and scared. "I-I don't know. I couldn't sleep, and I heard the TV in your room, so I went in," he said hesitantly. "You were asleep, and, ah, well..." He looked away.

Lois's hand dropped to his leg and he stiffened. Lois didn't notice. She had a body full of confounding feelings. It wasn't easy to think clearly. "What...what you did was...it was wrong," she told him.

"Bullshit! You loved it and you know it!" The lascivious thought flashing in her mind, confounded her.

The warmth of Freddy's body radiated into her hand through the covers. She looked where her hand lay, on his thigh. "My God, he's got an, a hard-on. It looks huge!" she thought.

Her recent exquisite release hadn't calmed her at all. "What is the matter with me? Don't I have any control of my own body any more?" Lois wondered.

"I, ah, I didn't mean to scare you," Freddy murmured. He sat up and bunched the covers over the rigid pole rising in front of him.

"Freddy, what in the world made you do something like that?" Lois asked.

The young man pulled his knees up. "I, ah, your, um, breasts, they, ah, I couldn't help touching them," he stammered, his face brilliant red. "I-I'm sorry, I really am."

"He wants you. Why don't you just slide in under the covers with him?" The nagging voice continued to keep Lois off-balance. "You need it as bad as he does, for Christ's sake!"

"You...you think I'm a pervert now, don't you?" Freddy whimpered. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. "Everybody else does, even Mr. Drager."

Lois felt a rush of sympathy for the sobbing young man. When she was his age, she'd been called weird because she wanted to stay a virgin until she was married. She had, too. Rod was the only man she'd ever slept with. She put her arm around Freddy and pulled him against her, wanting, somehow, to take away his pain. Stiffly, he moved into her embrace, nestled his face against her shoulder, put his arms around her and clutched her while he continued to sob.

"I-I-I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I-I'm so ashamed."

"It's all right, Freddy," Lois said. "No harm done." 

"You just had the first orgasm you've ever had, thanks to him!" That lewd voice was becoming very irritating. "I'll bet he could give you an even better one with that big cock of his!"

Lois shook her head, trying to clear it of the lascivious thoughts that shouldn't be there.

Freddy leaned back and looked at her. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Lois shook her head. "No, nothing at all," she murmured. "You ought to let him fuck you!" the lecherous voice told her. "But you have to promise you won't do anything like that again," she continued. "Never."

"I won't," Freddy said. "Honest! Just don't tell my folks or...or Mr. Drager!"

Lois stood up, smiled at Freddy, and started for the door. "Good night, now," she said. "Get some sleep."

"You're nuts, you know that?" the licentious voice continued. "You're leaving him here like this, with that succulent cock of his all hard and ready to go. It would feel heavenly poking into your cunt!" 

Lois hugged herself and tried to force the unwanted thoughts from her mind.

"Good night, Mrs. Drager," Freddy said.

"Good night, Freddy," Lois replied.

The door closed behind her. The nagging voice wouldnt let her alone. "What is wrong with you?" it demanded. "You just walked away from a horny teen-age boy who's dying to fuck hell out of you!"

Lois stood outside his door. "I'm old enough to be his mother. I'm his teacher, for God's sake!" she whispered. She wasn't sure who she was talking to. Probably herself.

"He's probably in there, masturbating, right now. What a waste!" the voice replied.

She was getting tired of that damn voice! Knowing she shouldn't, and not understanding why she couldn't stop, Lois turned and put her hand on the doorknob of Freddy's room. Last chance to turn back. Quietly, she pushed the door open.

Freddy was too busy to notice he had company. His eyes were closed and his hand slid up and down the swollen column of flesh poking proudly out of the blankets.

"Mrs. Drager!" he moaned softly but passionately. "Oh, Mrs. Drager!"

"See, he needs it as bad as you do! He's calling your name because he wants you!" the voice said as Lois moved stiffly across the room, her heart pounding. Rod's was the only penis she'd ever seen, and she didn't look at it often. Good girls didn't do that. He'd tried to get her to suck him once, and they had a big fight when she refused. She looked at Freddie's cock and wondered what it would feel like to kiss it. Her tongue caressed her lips and she took a deep breath. As if drawn by a magnet, her hand went out and touched the tip of the engorged red shaft.




Pleasant Street Ch. 03



Freddie's eyes flew open. "Mrs. Drager! Oh, God! Oh, God!" He tried to stuff his erection under the covers, but couldn't because Lois had a firm grip on it.

The hot fleshy tube in Lois's hand pulsed and jerked. Why hadn't she done this before? This was wonderful! She ran her hand up and down the veined shaft. Freddy groaned and writhed.

"Would you like to make love with me, Freddy?" Lois heard herself ask.

"Unnhh!" Freddy groaned. "Ahh!"

Lois released the young man's erection, then slipped out of her robe and nightgown and pulled back the covers. Freddy stared at her with wide, adoring eyes as she slid into bed next to him and covered his lips with hers.

When her lips touched the young man's lightning bolts of passion arced in Lois, and she felt the heat from his smooth young body as it writhed against hers. 

Lois knew she could get in a lot of trouble for this, and would probably hate herself in the morning, but she didn't care. Nothing could have stopped her. Her hands slid down his soft, hairless body, to the instrument she wanted so badly to have buried in her. "Make love to me, Freddy!" she cried, pulling the trembling young man on top of her.

Neither of them was an experienced lover, but Lois, as excited as she'd ever been in her life, managed to guide the young man's erection to the soaking lips of her vagina. She shuddered with ecstasy as it slid into her, filling her fuller than she'd ever been filled. She thought for a moment she would have an orgasm right then, but she didn't. Wave after delightful wave of passion swept over her.

"Oh God!" Freddy groaned. "I-I think I'm gonna come!"

"Sh!" Lois kissed him. "Be still for a minute," she murmured. She hoped if he stopped moving, he'd be able to provide her with the satisfaction she so desperately needed.

Quaking with excitement, Freddy did as she asked. When he was calmer, he began to move again.

His engorged penis slid in and out of Lois, and the delectable friction that caused, combined with the wrongness of it all, drove her to heights of rapture she'd never experienced before. Her body felt as if it was on fire.

Then, like a thousand skyrockets exploding at once, a powerful orgasm tore through her. She writhed and bucked against him while moans and cries of joy issued from her. She didn't know where she was and didn't care. All she knew was she felt better than she'd ever felt in her life!

"Oh! Mrs. Drager!" Freddy cried, his hips going wild. "I-I can't wait. Oh, God! Oh, God!"

His heated fluids gushed into Lois, who plunged wonderfully over the edge, into a whirlpool of joy, once again. In twenty years of marriage she'd never had an orgasm, now she was experiencing her third! She couldn't talk, couldn't think, all she could do was strain against him, her body seeking every wonderful sensation it could get.

"Gahhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh, yes!" Lois cried. Her body felt as if it were turning inside out! Wildly it strained against that of her young lover.

Slowly, ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure to contentment. Freddy lay atop her, resting on the cushions of her breasts, too weak to move, a feeling Lois shared.

Lois felt the marvelous pole of flesh shrink, then slide out of her body. Even that felt wonderful.

Freddy rolled off and lay on his side, looking at her, confusion filling his eyes.

Lois kissed him. "Was that the first time for you?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You are a wonderful lover," she said.

Freddy smiled and looked at her. "So are you," he said. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard.

"This will have to stay our secret," Lois cautioned.

"I won't tell anyone," Freddy replied earnestly.

Lois rolled atop him, covered his mouth with hers and thrust her tongue deep in to his mouth. Her sudden move caught him off guard, but he responded quickly, his hands roaming over her body, sending new heat deep into her, his tongue dueling sweetly with hers.

Freddy's penis began to stiffen against her leg. "I told you young boys are insatiable," the voice, which no longer bothered her, said.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Lois thought, then she forgot everything as his lips closed over a swollen nipple and burgeoning ecstasy forced reason from her mind once more.



Pleasant Street Ch. 04



VICE IS NICE, BUT...

Ronni Thomas and her brother, Al, Jr., live on Pleasant Street, a few doors down from my house, on the corner. They're typical American teen-agers, from a typical American family. They're both good-looking and filled with the awakening sexuality of youth, and both of them are probably experimenting with the pleasure sex can give.

I talked to their father a while back and he told me he and his wife would be going away for a couple of weeks, to some sort of convention. That means the two kids are on their own. They've been home alone before, their parents trust them, and the kids have never done anything to not warrant that trust.

I'm not suggesting that anything untoward is going on, but I haven't seen much of the kids for a couple of days, now. Usually they're in and out all the time, along with all of their friends. I think Ronni has a steady guy, and I haven't seen him around, either. I'm not sure what's going on, but I have an idea...

HEY, SIS, COULD I...?

Ronni Thomas slammed the front door behind her. Her body was quivering with a combination of anger and need as she ran up the stairs to her room and threw herself on her bed.

"Damn him! Damn him!" she thought. Her boyfriend, Ken, had just dropped her off after a date. Although he was extremely handsome, Ken came from a very religious family and kept telling Ronni he was "saving himself" for marriage.

Ronni managed to get him to neck once or twice but, other than a few furtive grabs at her breasts, he resisted her fervid entreaties to go farther. Even when he had made those furtive passes, he'd complained about feeling guilty afterward.

Ronni wasn't a virgin and hadn't been for several years. She had a healthy sexual appetite and all the kissing and groping with Ken just served to whet it. Occasionally, after a night like this, she would be so turned on she'd masturbate herself to orgasm, but it wasn't the same as making it with a man.

Her situation was all the more frustrating because she loved Ken and really wanted to marry him, but if he kept this up, she wasn't sure what she'd do. Ken had a lot of nice qualities, but this thing he had about premarital sex could wind up breaking them up.

"Damn him!" Ronni snorted. She punched her pillow, then got up, stripped off her clothes and went to her closet to get a nightgown. Before getting dressed for bed she examined herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.

"Not bad!" she thought as she gazed at the image in the mirror. Her breasts were medium size and beautifully shaped, the nipples - when she was aroused - were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly flat, and her hips curved nicely down to well-shaped legs. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the arch of her back and her firm, nicely formed buttocks. She knew men looked at her with lust in their eyes when she wore tight jeans. She had fine, long, straight brown hair that fell almost to her waist and an extremely pert face. Her looks were the equal of her fine body. "Kenny doesn't know what he's missing," she thought.

Ronni slipped the shortie nightgown over her head. A pair of French bikini pants went with it, but she left them off. She preferred to sleep in the nude, but her folks insisted on some nightwear. She looked at herself one more time, walked over, slid into her bed, and lay there, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ronni wasn't alone in the house. Her younger brother, Al, Jr., was in his room, his mood not much better than his sister's. He had made a date with Sonya Pringle - who was supposed to be the hottest item in school - for that night, but she'd gotten sick! He had been having fantasies all week about the great time he's have with Sonya, now he had nothing to look forward to.

Thinking about what he and Sonya would be doing had young Al pretty horny. He hadn't gotten laid in a while, and now it didn't look like he'd be getting laid any time soon. He was horny!

Their parents were attending a convention in Atlantic City and would be for gone two weeks. "Jesus!" Al thought, "I coulda brought Sonya back here and we coulda really had a fantastic time. Her tits are so huge, and that ass of hers..." He was lost in reverie for a few minutes, thinking about the voluptuous body of his almost-date. His fervid daydreams raised his level of randiness even more.

The sound of his sister coming in brought Al back to reality. "Jeez, Ronni's home early," the boy thought. Since Sonya wasn't available, he thought he might as well do something else. Maybe, if he went downtown, he could pick somebody up at the mall and the night wouldn't be a total loss. He took off his clothes, got in the shower, and started to get ready.

After his shower, he went to dry his hair and discovered he had a problem. "Damn, my blow dryer's broke," he muttered, flipping the switch to no effect. "I can't go out with my hair wet like this." He stared at the offending appliance and considered throwing it out the window, but thought better of that. It looked like nothing he tried tonight was going to work. First Sonya, then the goddamn blow dryer. "Hey! Maybe Ronni will let me use hers," he thought.

He walked down the hall to his sister's bedroom and rapped on the door of Ronni's bedroom.

"What?" Ronni called.

Al stuck his head in. "Hey, sis, my blow dryer's broke, could I...?" he said. He stopped when he realized his sister was crying. "What's the matter?"

"Oh...nothing," Ronni sniffled.

"Come on," Al said as he walked over to her bed. "This is your brother. You can tell me." He sat on the bed next to his sister, noticing the filmy nightgown she wore. It did little to conceal her lovely breasts. "Wow!" he thought, "Sis has quite a pair of knockers!" A congested sensation began in his groin and his body began to fill with heat. "Hey," he told himself, "Whoa there! This is your sister! Jesus, you better get down to the mall and find someone who can help you get rid of some of this horniness! Damn, when you're so horny your sister starts looking good..."

Ronni smelled nice, too; a soft, flowery aroma that he knew didn't come from cheap perfume.

Al felt very warm and parts of him that shouldn't be doing things were. He knew he ought to get out of there, but he didn't really want to. First of all, Ronni was upset, and...

"Come on, Sis," he said, "tell old Al what's going on."

"Old Al, huh," Ronnie said. She sister looked up at him and gave him a tentative smile. "You're two years younger than I am."

"So, I'm still the oldest brother you got," Al said. He patted her on the shoulder and noticed that her skin was soft and warm.

"It's...it's Ken," Ronni sniffled.

"Is he bothering you?" Al said, growing angry. "He trying to do stuff you don't want him to? He is, I can take care of that." Al was very athletic. He was a star defensive player on the football team, and had been state champion in his weight class in wrestling three years in a row. In addition, he was quite skilled in several of the martial arts.

Ronni shook her head. "No...no," she said. "It...it's just the opposite. He's such a damn prude!"

"A prude?" Al said, very confused. He couldn't imagine any normal guy remotely close to his age being a prude. That was, well, un-American, it wasn't natural.

"He's 'saving himself' until we get married," Ronni explained, using the exact words she'd heard from Ken so many times.

Al was shocked. "You gotta be shitting!" he said. "I never heard any guy I know talk like that. Jesus, Ronni, that ain't natural!"

"Unfortunately," Ronni sniffled, "that's the way Ken is, and I'm the unlucky girl who fell in love with him."

She studied her brother. He was handsome, lithe and well-muscled. She'd heard other girls in school talking about what a "hunk" he was, but hadn't thought much about it. To her, he'd always been the snotty-nosed little pest who gave her no end of misery. Now he was sitting on the edge of her bed, rubbing her shoulder, wearing only a pair of very short cutoff jeans. He continued caressing her and a shiver went through her.

Al felt his sister tremble, slid his arm all the way around her, and pulled her against him. "It's OK, baby," he said softly. The warmth of her burned into his bare chest, and suddenly his shorts were way too tight. "Don't cry," he said, "everything will be all right." He wondered why his voice sounded funny.

Ronni realized something odd was happening, too. Her already-stimulated body tingled where Al touched her. She felt her nipples hardening. "My God!" she thought, shocked, "What's happening to me? He's my...my brother!" 

She also noticed the strange tremulousness in Al's voice when he spoke. She leaned back, pulling out of Al's embrace. One of the straps on her nightgown slid off her shoulder, allowing the front of the garment to droop, almost exposing one delectable breast. Only the distended nipple kept it from being bared completely. She saw the way Al was looking at her and felt herself being flooded with excitement.

"What's happening?" she thought, her mind racing feverishly. "Am I so desperate my baby brother can turn me on? This is wrong!" Unnerved by the feelings threatening to overpower her, Ronni was totally unaware of her delectable state of dishabille.

"My big sister has turned into a sexy woman," Al said, his voice hoarse.

"Al...what's the matter with you?" Ronnie whispered. She couldn't talk, either. She felt his eyes moving over her, knew it was wrong, knew she should stop him, but for some reason she couldn't find the strength.

"Nothing," Al replied. "It's...it's just that I realized for the first time how beautiful you really are." His hand cupped her almost-bare breast. The skin covering the firm globe was silken and warm. He squeezed it gently.

"Al...No!" Ronni moaned as staggeringly delightful feelings washed over her, feelings she knew she shouldn't be getting from her brother. "This is...is wrong. I'm your sister!"

"You're a lovely, sexy, desirable woman," Al murmured.

He slid his hand inside the silken nightgown, teased her turgid nipple and Ronni thought she'd faint. It had been so long since anyone had really played with her breasts!

"I...I think I want you, Sis," Al said softly.

"Al..." Ronni gasped. She fought for control of herself, of this dangerous situation. "Please, Al! We...you...shouldn't..."

"Why not?" Al asked. He bent and covered her soft, red lips with his.

All thoughts of resistance faded, and Ronni returned the kiss avidly, her tongue caressing her brother's lips, forcing them open, driving inside. Her arms slid around him, pulling him against her.

Ronni had no idea what had come over her. She was experiencing a level of excitement she'd never known before and she wanted him! It didn't matter if he was her brother! What they were about to do - were doing - might be wrong, but she didn't care! She let herself fall back on the bed and pulled Al on top of her, feeling his warmth against her through the thin garment she wore.

Al was ecstatic. His cock threatened to burst out of his pants when he felt the rigid nipples of his sister's breasts dig into his bare chest. His lips left Ronni's and traveled down the soft skin of her throat and across her chest while she moaned exultantly. On the seeking lips went, up the slope of a firm globe to a swollen, straining tip. He sucked the hard nubbin of flesh into his mouth.

Ronni's body filled with elation as, finally, the caresses she had yearned for were hers. "Oh, Yes!" she groaned as her vagina grew wet and her hips began to move while her brother paid oral homage to one lovely breast then the other. Avidly, Al sucked and caressed her, and with each passing second, Ronni's passion grew.

Al was no virgin - in fact he was quite sexually experienced - but never in all his life had he experienced the intense level of amorous sensation he felt as he caressed and kissed his sister. His hands explored Ronni's smooth, warm flesh, compounding the rush of erotic feeling that was setting both of them aflame with need. His hand glided across her soft, silken belly, into the mat of hair that blanketed her pussy. Then he slid a finger into her dampness.

"Yes! Oh, Yes, Al!" Ronni groaned. Her hips rose off the bed. She needed that! It had been so long since she'd had anything in her! She was on fire, quaking with need. Her body billowed with the intense erotic sensations her brother's caresses were inducing. As Al's finger moved inside her, her body responded with frantic twisting, turning, thrusting. At the same time he captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it gently.

"Please! Oh, Al! Take me! Please! Please! Take me, Al! Please!!" Ronni begged. "I...I can't wait!"

When he heard his sister's plaintive cry, Al quickly moved between her outstretched legs, slipping his cutoffs down as he did. His body shaking, he moved up and thrust his rigid cock into her, feeling her delightful warmth surround it as it disappeared into her. Nothing he'd ever known felt as good as this did!

"Put it in! Oh, God! Put it in! Yes! Oh, yes! Put it in me!!" Ronni moaned. She grabbed his tight ass with her hands and pulled on him, urging him deeper into her.

Slowly, Al slid his throbbing pole in, filling Ronni, spreading her open. Neither of them had ever experienced a more glorious union.

"Oh Sis!" Al groaned, "You're so tight!"

Ronni was ecstatic! Al was huge! He filled her better than she'd ever been filled. Her hips moved upward, gyrating, drawing rushes of wonder from the joyous pressure. Release began to blossom and bright lights began flashing behind her tightly closed eyelids.

"Al! Al! Oh, God! Al! Al!!" she cried, clutching at him frantically. "Fuck me! Please, Al, fuck me! Now! I...I'm coming, Al! Fuck me! I'm coming!"

His sister's wild cries and the frantic writhing of her body filled Al with more pleasure than he'd ever known and triggered his release. "Sis! Ahh! Take it! Take it! I'm there, I'm coming, too!" he yelled. Gobs of sticky white fluid blasted from his pulsating rod, filling Ronni's clutching cunt to overflowing. Still their bodies continued to struggle against each other, trying to draw every last bit of pleasure possible out from their forbidden joining.

Spent at last, the attractive siblings relaxed in each other's arms. Exhausted, sated, and supremely satisfied, they dozed off, happy and contented.

Ronni was dreaming that somebody was eating her! It felt so incredibly good! Her body tingled with the sensations her lover's tongue gave her as it probed her labia, delved inside her pussy, then caressed her clit. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't asleep, and that her brother Al was giving her those intensely wonderful sensations with his tongue. Then, as she came fully awake, she remembered the lovemaking session they'd just had.

Ronni looked around and realized it was morning. They'd slept together all night! And now...God! Al was waking her up beautifully! She looked down and saw his erect penis, close to her face. Taking it in her hand, she urged him closer and pulled it to her lips. She'd give him the same pleasure he was giving her!

Al was enjoying his oral foray into his sister's vagina. He'd awakened before she did and decided after looking at his sister's lovely slumbering form that he wanted to continue the sex play they'd begun the night before. He knew she was asleep when he started eating her but now, from the motions her body was making, he knew she was awake and what he was doing he was doing right. Her hand gripped his steel-hard cock and elation spread through him as she urged him closer.

Warmth and wetness engulfed his cock. Ronni was sucking him! It felt stupendous! He groaned into her humid pussy, bringing a wild response from her fine young body. Brother and sister worked on each other, her lovely mouth sliding up and down his erect penis, his tongue thrusting and licking her aching cunt, muffled groans issuing from both of them, as passion again grew and spread in their young bodies.

With the intensity they devoted to their tasks, it didn't take long for them to reach the peak of ecstasy again. Arching, straining, writhing, they exploded once again into a cataclysm of pleasure, their groans of joy muffled in each other's sexual organs.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, regaining their strength.

"You are incredible, sis!" Al said and gave his sister a tender kiss.

"You aren't so bad yourself," Ronni said. She kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth. "This is wrong, so wrong, but it's so wonderful!"

"We should have done this years ago," Al said. "You're the best lover I ever had!"

"And you for me," Ronni replied. "But...we...what will we do when Mom and Dad get home?"

"Do you want to stop?" Al asked, concerned. As far as he was concerned, he never, ever wanted this to end.

Ronni shook her head. They should. What they'd done was wrong...against the law, even, but - God help her - she didn't want to stop.

"I guess we'll have to be careful, then," Al said. "Mom and Dad are pretty open-minded and all, but I think this would freak them out."

"Yeah," Ronni giggled. "I kinda think it would." She stretched luxuriously, knowing Al was watching, then groaned softly as his hands slid over her body. The now-familiar reaction of her body to that hand began once more and she loved it.

"I need a shower," Ronni said and climbed out of bed, eluding her brother's attempt to grab her. "Want to take a bath with me?"

"Neat!" Al exclaimed. He jumped to his feet. "We haven't done that for a while."

In the shower, Al grabbed a washcloth and soap and soon had his sister's shapely body covered with foamy lather and filled with intense heat.

"You've got me turned on again," Ronni gasped, quivering as Al "washed" her vagina with single-minded thoroughness. Her legs went rubbery. "Oh God!" she murmured and clutched him for support. "I've never been washed... Oh! Like, like...Ahhh!...like that!"


Al had planned this and was delighted his sister was once again trembling with need. "Here..." he said and handed her the sudsy washcloth. "It's your turn to do me."

Quaking with desire, Ronni took the cloth and reached for the soap. It squirted out of Al's hand, falling to the floor of the shower behind her. Ronni turned to pick it up.

His sister's reaction was exactly what Al hoped for when he dropped the soap. She bent over, exposing her luscious ass to him. Al grasped her fine hips and shoved his rigid cock deep inside her.

"AL!" Ronni exclaimed. She was startled, then thrilled, by her brother's sudden action. Once again, super sensations flooded through her as his penis dug deep inside her body.

"Want me to stop?" Al asked. He knew she didn't.

"You...do...Oh, God!...and I'll...Ahhh!...kill you," Ronni replied. She'd never been fucked like this and it felt so good! She hung on to the faucets and began to rock back against him, thrill after thrill racing through her body.

Al gloried in their coupling. He knew it would be good, but was surprised how good it really was. "Sis!" he cried, "My God! You're incredible!"

Ronni felt her orgasm approach as Al rammed into her. She felt her insides knotting and knew release would come soon.

"Oh, Sis! Sis! Agghhh!" Al cried, "I'm coming!" His fluids blasted violently out of him, into his sister's spasming cavern.

Ronni felt her brother's warm wetness blast into her. "Yes! Yes, brother, yes! Fill me! Fill me!" she cried, her hips jolting, "I'm coming, too! Oh, yes!" Her body slammed back against his and her insides felt as if they were in a blender.

Their passion finally spent, the two teenagers finished their shower, toweled dry, and got dressed. Al put on jeans and a cutoff T-shirt. Ronnie donned a sleeveless sweatshirt and denim mini-skirt. Neither of them bothered with underwear.




Pleasant Street Ch. 04



"Want some breakfast?" Ronni asked.

"Love some," Al replied.

Ronni made breakfast for them while Al set the table and made coffee.

"Mom and Dad won't be home for another week," Al said as they sat at the kitchen table eating.

"I know," Ronni said.

"Thing is," Al reached over and cupped her breast through her sweatshirt, making her gasp. "If we keep going the way we're going, the week's going to pass very quickly."

"Oh, yes!" Ronni sighed. She leaned forward, pressing her firm breast against his hand. "An...Ahh! I-I think we ought to make the most of it, don't you?" She dropped her hand to his crotch. He was hard! Impulsively, she unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, then she dropped her head onto it, taking it into her mouth.

"Gahh! Oh, God! Sis! Jeezus!" Al groaned. Wild, wonderful sensations rocketed through his body as his sister's lips, tongue, and warm hand worked on his steel-hard cock. Her soft brown hair fell over his middle, tickling him, intensifying the wild sensations she was giving him. His hips squirmed on the chair and jerked as delight after delight pounded through him.

Ronni loved this! Al had been right the night before. They should have started doing this a lot earlier. She wouldn't have had to go unsatisfied for so long, then. Damn, his cock was bigger than any she'd ever had, and the way he reacted to her sucking it was a real trip. She continued sucking on him, loving it.

Al wasn't sure he wanted to come in his sister's mouth. Not this time, anyhow. He put his hands under her arms. Sis, please!" he moaned. What she was doing to him felt soooo good!

Ronni took her mouth from Al's cock and looked up at him, her face slick, wet and shiny. "What?" she asked.

"Get up on the table, here," Al said.

Ronni did. Then she raised her hips as her brother pushed her skirt up and bared her sodden pussy. 

"Wahh!" Ronni cried, her hips sliding around on the slick table-top as he plunged his face onto her cunt, his tongue sluicing up into her, his lips caressing her stiff clit. "Al! Oh, Jeezus, Al! Eat me! Eat me!" She leaned back on outstretched arms as her brother continued lashing her pussy with his tongue, sending thrill upon thrill upon thrill into her lovely young body.

"Oh, God, Al! I'm so close!" Ronni wailed. It felt as if her brother's tongue was everywhere on her, he was licking her clit, then it was thrusting into her, then it was licking up and down, touching and teasing her asshole, even! Her body shook and strained and she felt her orgasm approaching. Every time they made love it was better!

Al stood up suddenly, moved between his sister's lean, athletic legs and gripped his rigid pole in his hand. He centered the dripping purple head on her pulsing opening, then rammed into her with a powerful thrust of his hips.

"Gahh! Yes! Oh, yes!" Ronni cried. She felt her brother's hands gripping her hips, pulling her tightly against him as their pubic bones ground together. His forceful invasion of her made her slide back and forth on the smooth tabletop, and faintly it occurred to her they were taking a bit of a chance making love in the kitchen, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to come, and the way Al was fucking her, that wouldn't take...

"Coming! Al! I'm coming! Al! Al! 

I'm coming!" Ronni screamed. "Gahh! Gahhh! Yes! Yes! Oh, jeezez, yes! Take me! Please! Please!"

The wild spasms shaking his sister's body did it. Al felt his seed boiling up, then it was spewing out of him in pulsing jets that were so sweet they almost hurt. "Ronni! Oh, God! Ronni! Yeah!" he cried, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom, his body straining against hers.

When they finished, Ronni was so spent she couldn't move. Al sank weakly into a chair and sat there, staring at his sister's dripping pussy.

The phone rang. On wobbly legs, Al got up and went into the den to answer it. Ronni finally managed to get off the table and was at the sink, washing dishes when he returned. 

She loved it that he came over and hugged her and gave her a kiss. "Who was on the phone?" she asked.

"Sonya Pringle," Al said. "She said she's feeling better and wants to go out with me tonight."

Ronni felt a flash of jealousy. She knew Sonya's reputation, and didn't want to share her brother's attentions with her. "What...what did you tell her?" she asked Al.

He smiled and put his arms around her. "I told her I thought I was getting a cold," he said, "and that I figured it would be best if I spent the night in bed." He chuckled. "I didn't tell her with who, though."

Ronni turned in the circle of his arms and kissed him deeply. "After I do the dishes, I think I'll call Ken ," she said. "I'm going to tell him I have to stay home and take care of my sick brother tonight."

"Neat!" Al said.



Pleasant Street Ch. 05



"I'LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR"

Larry and Monica Tilton, who live three doors down on the East side of Pleasant Street, have been married for about eight years and have a couple of wonderful kids.

Larry Tilton has been a faithful husband. He's never cheated on his wife, but he has done his share of teasing at the parties they attend. And I'm sure he's harbored fantasies about a few of their women friends, but I'm also pretty certain he never acted on those impulses. Monica is a good wife and mother and has been a faithful wife. But...lately, she's been drinking more and more.

The Tilton's went to a party tonight, and they asked Debbie Lawrence, who lives a few doors down, to baby-sit for them. Debbie's a cutie, and maybe Larry has noticed she's looking better and better.

The Tilton's are still at the party, and Debbie's still at their house. I have an idea what might be going on. Maybe the night is going something like this...

"I'LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR"

Debbie Lawrence had been babysitting for Tilton's for several years. They were nice people, their kids were well behaved, and they paid well. And Debbie had a huge crush on Mr. Tilton, who she thought was the most handsome man she'd ever known. Because he treated her with respect, and listened to her, she felt drawn to him and, as her sexuality blossomed, she more and more began to wonder what he'd be like as a lover. When he smiled at her, Debbie got all mushy inside. She wished she was older so he'd pay more attention to her. She often thought the fact that she looked a lot younger than her 18 years probably kept him from noticing her, too.

A mass of curly silky light brown hair dangled to her waist and surrounded her pert face and shoulders like a fluffy halo. Her body was slim, well shaped and showed promise of filling out splendidly as she grew older.

Generally, Debbie was satisfied with the way she looked, except for her breasts, which she wished were larger.

She was lying on the sofa, watching a movie on TV. The kids were in bed, asleep, and Tilton's weren't due home for some time, so Debbie decided to do something she'd been doing a lot lately. She liked to go into the Tilton's bedroom and feel Mr. Tilton's things and to smell the smell of him on them. Sometimes she'd take her blouse and bra off and put one of his shirts over her naked upper body. When she did that, her nipples got so hard they hurt and she got so turned on she had to masturbate and make herself come.

On one of her forays, she discovered a cache of videotapes she hadn't seen before, hidden in the back of their big bedroom walk-in closet. She took one out and put it in the VCR in the bedroom. It actually showed people sucking and fucking! The young girl was enthralled. She'd heard of tapes like this, but had never seen one.

Once again tonight, Debbie slid one of the X-rated tapes into the bedroom VCR, then laid down on the bed and watched it. "God!" she said to the empty room as she watched the erotic performance unfolding on the TV screen, "I'd like to have a big cock like that in me!" The naughtiness of what she was doing thrilled her. Rapt, she watched the actresses and actors perform their sexual acrobatics. 

Unconsciously, she caressed her breasts, feeling a strange tingling deep inside her as the film awakened delicious feelings in her slim, young body. As she watched the film, passion expanded inside her. God! She'd like something like that! The film ended, she rewound it, and put it back where she found it. Then she went out to the living room and sat down to watch a late-night talk show.

* * * * * * * * * *

She was startled awake by the sound of the door opening. She looked toward the entry hall and saw Mr. Tilton walk in and close the door behind him.

"Where's Mrs. Tilton?" Debbie asked.

"She was having a good time, so she stayed at the party," he replied. "I thought I'd come over and see how you and the kids were doing."

Debbie was thrilled to be alone with Mr. Tilton at last. Her body was still simmering with passions the erotic film had awakened. She smiled at him.

Mr. Tilton walked to the sofa and reached out his hand. Debbie took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. When she was standing, Mr. Tilton gathered her into his strong arms, lifted her off her feet, and covered her lips with his. She could feel the lump of his erection prodding her belly.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," he told her after the kiss ended, then he kissed her again.

This time, Debbie returned the kiss avidly. Kissing Mr. Tilton felt every bit as good as she dreamed it would. His tongue pressed into her mouth, she met it with hers, and almost fainted with delight. Wild new sensations rocked her slim frame. After a long time, Mr. Tilton broke the kiss and put her down.

Debbie's heart was pounding. She was sure Mr. Tilton had to be able to hear it. He began to caress and stroke her lank form, stoking the fires of passion already smoldering there to white-hot intensity. Her legs were so rubbery she was afraid she'd fall. Now he was tugging at her sleeveless tank top, pulling it out of her jeans. Debbie raised her hands so he could get it off over her head. She was glad she hadn't worn a bra.

"You're beautiful!" Mr. Tilton whispered as he gazed at her. His voice was filled with awe as he gaped at her nude chest. "Absolutely gorgeous!"

Debbie felt herself flushing with pleasure in response to Mr. Tilton's compliment. She was delighted he liked her body. He sat down on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap and his hands began sliding over her, making her wilder and wilder with need. Then his hands were at the waist of her jeans, loosing them, tugging them down over her lithe hips. Debbie was sure she was going to faint. He was going to make love to her! Mr. Tilton was going to make love to her!

"Oh Debbie!" he said. "Debbie!"

* * * * * * * * * *

"Debbie! Debbie!" Again Mr. Tilton's voice called her. Debbie opened her eyes. She was fully dressed and lying on the sofa. Mr. Tilton was standing over her, smiling. It had all been a dream! But it seemed so real!

"We're home, sleepyhead," Larry said and smiled down at her.

"I'm sorry," Debbie murmured, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice. If he'd only come in a little later, she could have finished her wonderful dream. "I guess I was more tired than I thought I was."

"That's all right," he said. "After all, we don't stay awake all night when we're home."

"Where's Mrs. T?" Debbie asked.

"She, ah, had a little too much party," Larry replied. "She's upstairs, in bed, sound asleep."

Actually, his wife had gotten bombed and made passes at several men at the party. Larry caught her kissing Bud Tillson in the kitchen and they had a huge fight. After that, he insisted they leave. The minute they got home she went upstairs and, by the time he got upstairs, Monica was passed out colder than a mackerel in their bed.

What really pissed Larry off was that Susan Drillings had been coming on to him, and he was seriously thinking of asking her to meet him later. But, he was home now, and his wife was out cold, so he wouldn't be getting any nooky tonight. He watched Debbie stretch, working the sleepiness out of her body. Her pert breasts, nipples distended, pressed out against her tank top. She fluffed her hair and his cock lurched. He wondered if the teenager knew how tantalizing her actions were.

Larry took a deep breath. "She's really something!" he thought. "Some day, some guy's going to have a lot of fun with her." He chided himself for his thoughts. After all, he was old enough to be her father. "I...I'll get your jacket," he stammered.

He headed for the hall closet, took Debbie's coat out, then walked back to where the young woman stood and held it while she slipped it on. He was acutely aware of her scent, her nearness, her loveliness.

Debbie sensed that something was different tonight. Maybe it was her imagination, but Mr. Tilton seemed tense, a little on edge. Was it possible he was turned on to her? Was tonight going to be the night her fantasies were realized? She'd dreamed about him making love to her so many times. Having those dreams become reality would be really awesome!

What Larry didn't know was that Debbie was still a virgin. "Wouldn't it be better to lose my cherry with an older, experienced, man?" she thought. Especially if that older, experienced man was Mr. Tilton. She was feeling wilder than she'd ever felt before. It must have been the porno movie she watched.

As Debbie slid into her coat, she pretended to lose her balance and fell against Mr. Tilton. His strong hands caught her, but not before one of her hands brushed across the rigid bulge of his awakening erection. "He...he's turned on!" Debbie thought. "He's got a hard-on!" The discovery sent shivers of delight racing through her.

"Whoops!" Larry said as he steadied the young woman. That her well-shaped ass was pressing against him did nothing to lessen the tension building in his middle. He thought her "falling" seemed contrived, or was he letting his horniness allow him to imagine things? If it wasn't an accident, did it mean anything? Surprisingly strong emotions ripped through him. He wanted Debbie and was beginning to think he didn't care about the consequences.

"Come on, Debbie," he said, surprised that his voice was hoarse, "I'll drive you home."

Debbie was startled by the harsh tone of Mr. Tilton's voice and her spirits fell. Maybe things wouldn't go the way she wanted after all. She followed him out to his car and got in the passenger side.

"Did...did I do something wrong?" she asked Larry softly after he'd gotten in the car.

"What?" Larry asked, realizing the young woman sounded hurt. "No, I'm sorry, Debbie. I didn't mean to sound rough. I was just, ah, thinking...oh, never mind. You didn't do anything, really you didn't."

Debbie's spirits brightened again and she smiled at him. "Did you and Mrs. Tilton have a good time at the party?" she asked.

Larry thought about the way Susan had been rubbing against him in a dark corner of the Brixton's living room, and his cock jumped. "It was, ah, nice," he replied, "but parties bore me. What about you? How come a pretty girl like you is babysitting on Saturday night instead of being out on a date?"

"Oh, you know," Debbie said, "Most boys my age are only after one thing and they're so...so immature. Besides, I need the money for college."

"Well, I think it's a shame," Larry said. "Back when I was your age, a pretty thing like you wouldn't have had time to babysit. There would have been too many boys wanting to take you out."

"Mr. Tilton!" Debbie exclaimed. She felt herself blushing, but didn't realize her embarrassment couldn't be seen in the dark interior of the car. "You're terrible!" Impulsively, she reached out, patted his thigh, and in doing so felt something hard in his pants, lying against his leg. He still had a hard-on! Thrilled and emboldened by her discovery, she didn't take her hand away.

Larry Tilton wasn't sure what to do. He was in his car, in front of his house, with a pretty teen-age girl's hand on his rigid cock. And he liked it. He'd been turned on when he got home and watching Debbie stretch, seeing her hard-nippled breasts pushing out the material of her tank top hadn't done a thing to calm his turbulent body. Now this!

"Ah...Debbie...do...do you know what you're doing?" he croaked.

Debbie nodded. "Uh-huh," she murmured. Her mind was awhirl with unbridled wonderment. She couldn't believe Mr. Tilton was that turned on just from her touch!

"I...um...maybe we...um...maybe we should, ah, go somewhere else, then," Larry rasped. "I...um...don't think this is a good place to, ah, you know."

"I...I guess it...isn't," Debbie agreed. Her mind was racing. She was elated by the way things were going. It really looked like Mr. Tilton was going to make love to her! She knew it! Her dreams would come true!

Larry put the car in gear and started down the driveway. "I-I guess I'll have to try to find a better place," he said. But he had no idea where to go. It had been a long time since he'd taken a girl parking. Parking. He wondered if they still called it that.

Debbie slid over until she was pressed against Mr. Tilton on the front seat of his big car. She began stroking the bulge in his pants and felt it twitch. He was so big! Suddenly, she was worried. What if he was so big she wouldn't be able to get it inside her? Then what? What if she wasn't woman enough for him? She leaned her head on his shoulder and kept up her caresses as he drove. What had she gotten herself into? She didn't care. If Mr. Tilton wanted to, she was going to let him make love to her!

Finally Larry pulled off the main road onto a side road, then onto a smaller one into a grove of trees. He turned off the lights and engine.

"Well," Debbie thought, "this is it! No turning back now!" 

Larry's heart was pounding and his breath rasped through what felt like undersized passages. His cock strained against his pants. He felt like he had when he was a teen-ager taking a girl parking for the first time. He hadn't made love in a car since he got married and wasn't sure he remembered exactly how to do that. He turned and looked at the lovely young girl sitting next to him. She stared back at him, wide-eyed, apparently as nervous as he was.

"Uh...Debbie...are...are you sure you want to do this?" Larry asked.

Debbie heard his question, but was unable to answer. She nodded slowly.

Larry turned to face her and his hand moved, tracing the outline of her face softly. Nothing she's experienced up to now had felt as sweet to her.

"You are so incredibly lovely, Debbie," Larry said, thrilled by the silken softness and warmth of her skin.

Slowly, his touch electrifying Debbie, Mr. Tilton's hand moved from her face to her neck, then to the area of her chest exposed by the low-cut tank top. Her breasts ached and her nipples stiffened even more against the soft material of her blouse.

"Oh! Mr. Tilton, that feels so nice," she murmured.

"Oh, Debbie, your skin is so soft, so fine," Larry whispered. His hands continued their explorations. He slid one hand into the neck of her top and cupped one of her firm young breasts, his thumb went to her straining nipple.

Mr. Tilton's caress flooded Debbie with sensations more intense than she ever dreamed existed. Nothing she'd ever done with boys her age felt this good! Her head lolled against the seat and she moaned softly.

Larry helped her slip out of her jacket, then tugged the tank top out of her jeans and pulled it over her head. Debbie felt cool air swirl over her as her upper torso was exposed, then she saw Mr. Tilton's head move and a sweet tremor rocked her as his lips closed over one of her nipples.

"Yes!" Debbie groaned, "Yes! Oh, God, Mr. Tilton, that feels awesome! My God!" Her hands grasped his head, pulling him against her as his lips moved from one tingling breast to the other. Her hips began to squirm on the car's velour seat and she felt dampness forming in the crotch of her jeans as juices of excitement began flowing from her.

Larry felt as if he was in heaven! This luscious teen-aged morsel was really hot! He suckled Debbie's sweet breasts and felt her trembling. This would be a memorable encounter! He slid his hand over the silken surface of her belly and began to undo her jeans. When they were open, he worked them down. Debbie raised her hips to help and the snug jeans slid down her lovely legs.

When Debbie's jeans were on the floor of the car, Larry slid his hand between her slim legs and began exploring her sopping pussy. He pushed the elastic of her panties aside and slid a finger through the dampness of her vaginal lips, making her gasp. Then his exploring finger found her clit and the young woman's gasps turned into feverish groans.

"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Debbie wailed as her body arched and squirmed. "God, Mr. Tilton, that feels so good! Ohhh!"

Reluctantly, Larry abandoned Debbie's breasts and watched as she writhed on his exploring hand. The way her body rocked and shook from his touch delighted him. His wife never acted like this any more when they made love. Nobody he'd been with in a long time had reacted this violently to his touch, and it thrilled him immensely to see the power he had over this luscious teen.

"I can't wait any longer, Debbie," he said softly, "I have to have you!"

"Don't wait! I don't want you to wait!" Debbie hissed and reached for him. "Please! I-I want you, too."

Larry pulled his fingers out of her and rapidly opened his pants. Then he slid over and guided her onto his hips facing him, his erection pressed between them.

Debbie saw Mr. Tilton's erect cock for the first time. "It's so big!" she thought, panicked, as one small hand reached out and touched it. It was hot, too, and throbbing.

Grasping the girl's hips gently, Larry pulled her closer. At his urging, she raised herself off the seat. He reached between them and slid the arrow-shaped tip up and down between the well-lubricated lips of her vagina.

Debbie's body writhed involuntarily from the exquisite sensations his actions caused. It felt more incredible than she ever imagined it would! Then, slowly, she began lowering herself onto the huge rod and felt it enter her body and stretch her open. Oh, God, it felt good! So good! She couldn't breath, couldn't think. All she could do was feel wonderful!

"Ohh!" she groaned. "I-I never felt anything like this!"

"You're heavenly!" Larry whispered as his cock slid slowly into his young lover's tight cavern. He'd never had a woman this tight! Her clasping cunt caused such intense sensations of pleasure he was afraid he'd come before he got all the way into her!

"He's making love to me!" Debbie thought. "He really is making love to me!" She tingled with pleasure from her toes to the roots of her hair as Mr. Tilton's shaft penetrated her. Her groin filled with sensations that kept growing and building and threatened to overwhelm her. It felt so good it hurt! Then, just as she thought it was impossible to feel any better, something snapped inside her and indescribable ecstasy burst through her. Her hips went wild, her arms locked around him, and her body strained against his.

"Ahh! Mr. Tilton! Ahhh! What's happening to me? I can't stop! Oh, God! I can't stop! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

The sudden frantic burst of movement from the young woman's hips took away what little self-control Larry had left. His built-up tension unleashed in a flood of pleasure.

"Oh, you sweet thing!" Larry groaned. He clutched her hips, shoving himself into her. "Oh, yes!"

Larry's cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping gusher after gusher of hot, gooey juice into Debbie's rippling, spasming opening.

"My God!" Debbie shrieked when she felt Mr. Tilton's hot cream flooding her, driving her to still higher plateaus of delight, "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"

Once their passion abated, they sat there, Debbie atop Larry, his penis, softening, still deep in her.

"You are really something!" he whispered in her ear, licking it with his tongue. "You are really something!"

"That was incredible!" Debbie replied. "I knew it would be good with you. I'm glad you were the first for me."

"What?" Larry exclaimed, shocked. "You mean...?"

Debbie nodded. "I-I was a virgin," she replied and giggled. "But I'm not any more."

"I-I didn't know," Larry stammered, flushing. "If...if I'd known..." He was overwhelmed to think that this gorgeous young woman would choose him to surrender her virginity.

"I wanted you," Debbie replied, suddenly feeling older than her years. "I wanted you to be the first."

"But..." Larry didn't know what to say. He had no idea. She looked so sexy and all, he'd assumed... He wasn't sure how he felt about this. Still...




Pleasant Street Ch. 05



Debbie sensed his confusion, leaned over, and covered his lips with hers. They fell into a torrid kiss.

"It's all right, really," she told him once the kiss ended. "It really is."

"I-I guess so," Larry said. "I-I guess I ought to get you home. It's...it's getting pretty late."

"I know," Debbie said. Suddenly, she wished this night would never end. What would happen now? Would she ever experience ecstasy like this again? She wriggled her bottom against him, and was startled to feel his cock growing hard again.

Larry, too, was surprised by the reinvigoration of his cock. God! He couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to fuck more than once a night!

"You...you're getting hard again!" Debbie whispered. His swelling organ was turning her on all over again. She had no idea you could do it more than once a night.

"I...Oh, God, Debbie!" Larry moaned, "You really are special!"

"I-I want you again!" Debbie said, her motions becoming more urgent. "Please! Do me again!" She reached between them, grasped his growing, sticky pole, and put it back in her.

"God! I don't believe this!" Larry groaned as his shaft slid once more into Debbie's willing young body. "I...this has never...Ahhhh!"

Debbie began bouncing up and down on him. Larry watched her lovely breasts dance as she moved then captured them with his hands. God! She was incredible! Wild feelings once again coursed through him as passion exploded within him. If she wanted him again, she'd get him!

Debbie loved the way Mr. Tilton was squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples while they fucked. Shocks of joy raced into her from the two globes, which met other delightful impulses radiating up from her pussy and joined in a wild, churning bundle of ecstasy deep inside her.

"Gonna come!" she crooned. "Oh, God, Mr. Tilton! I'm gonna come again!"

"Yes, baby!" Larry cried, gripping her breasts even tighter, thrusting his hips up off the seat of the car. "Do it! Come for me!"

"Ahhh! Yes! Yes! I'm coming again, Mr. Tilton, I'm coming again! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! It feels so good! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Debbie squealed as her body jolted and shook from the force of her second - or was it her third or fourth - orgasm.

"Uhhhh!" Larry groaned, spurting into her again as he joined her in ecstasy.

When they finished, they knew they'd shared all the sex they could for that night. Debbie kissed Larry, then slid off his lap. They struggled into their clothes and sat there, necking. Finally he slid over behind the steering wheel.

Debbie, sitting up against the door on the other side of the car, felt his gaze, then felt his hand on her arm, tugging her to him. His lips covered hers and his tongue dove into her mouth. Debbie wrapped her arms around him and returned the kiss. Maybe it wasn't over. Maybe tonight wouldn't be the last time she'd be with him!

The kiss over, Larry started the car, backed out of the grove, and headed for the main road. He knew it couldn't end here for him. He wanted to make love to her again, in a bed, where he could do all the things he wanted to do with her. He wanted to teach her delights she hadn't dreamed of yet, to initiate her into all the joys of sex. As far as he was concerned, this had to be more than just a quick fuck in a car in the woods.

"If...if I called for you to come babysit some night," he asked, "would you come?"

Debbie was confused. "I-I'm not sure..." she murmured. Then she looked at him and saw the smile on his face. "You mean...?"

Larry smiled and nodded.

"Oh yes!" Debbie said, thrilled at the prospect of being with him again. Tonight had been fantastic! God, she couldn't wait until she had him in her again! "Yes, yes, yes!" She clutched his arm, pressed against him, and kissed him on the cheek.

Too quickly, they were at her house. Debbie slid over and opened the door.

"Debbie?" he said.

"Yes?" Debbie asked.

"Soon," he said, "I'll be calling real soon."

"I'll be waiting." Smiling, she closed the door and walked to her house. She shivered a little when she thought about how wonderful what she'd just done with him had been.

Larry watched until she was inside, loving the way her pretty bottom swayed when she walked. He'd call her again very soon. He put the car in gear and drove off, whistling.



Pleasant Street Ch. 06



 Chapter 6: Marya Stops By

As I said at the beginning of this collection of stories, I'm a writer and I live on Pleasant Street. Something happened the other day when my wife was away, something I never in my whole life dreamed would happen.

An attractive woman named Ann Truro lives just down the block from me. I admit I've had more than one sexual fantasy about her, but I've never let Ann, or anyone else, know how I feel. Ann has a daughter, Marya, who, although she's still young, is every bit as enticing as her mother, and I've had the same kind of fantasies about her.

What happened was, the other day, I went to the store and...

"HI, IS CLARISSA HOME?" 

I came out of the store with my groceries and got in my car, started the motor, then checked my rear-view mirror. Another car was pulling in, so I waited. The car moved past mine and pulled into the vacant slot next to where I waited. It was Ann Truro and her daughter, Marya.

Ann is an attractive, dark-haired woman a few years younger than I, who happens to have an admirable backside. I'm an ass man so I notice things like that. Life provides few opportunities for pleasure, so I sat in my car, watching Ann as she walked into the store. She looked as if she might have put on a little weight but her bottom was still extremely fine. Sigh. I took a deep breath, then I got ready to back out of my parking slot.

"Hi!" a musical feminine voice said, startling me. I looked at the car parked next to mine and saw Marya Truro looking out the window of her mother's car, smiling at me.

"Hi, Marya," I replied. I could feel my face getting a little warm. Had she seen me ogling her mom? "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she said. A smile brightened her comely young face. "Yesterday was my birthday."

"Happy belated birthday," I said. "I know it's supposed to be bad taste to ask a lady her age, but how old are you now?"

"Old enough," Marya replied, flashing me a knowing grin. What did her smile mean? Could it possibly mean what it looked like, an invitation? No, it couldn't be. Marya was just a kid, younger than my daughter.

"Well..." I said, deciding to let the subject drop. "I have to get going." I backed out of the parking space. Before I headed out to the main road, I glanced at the Truro car again. 

Marya smiled, licked her lips slowly, and waved at me.

"Old enough, huh?" I thought. I was on my own for the week. My wife and daughter had gone camping with mys. I begged off with the excuse I had to work. My wife knew I didn't want to go and didn't make a fuss.

When I got home, I drove into the garage, then I carried my groceries into the house. I set them down in the kitchen, picked up a can of beer, went into the den, turned on the TV, and loaded a videotape into the VCR. Then I plunked down in my big old chair and picked up the remote control. I pushed the "play" button and the screen lit up with thumping music and scenes of nude bodies writhing, moaning, and performing an array of sexual activities. Adult videos are one of my weaknesses. I've got a pretty complete collection, too.

As I watched, I thought about Ann Truro. Boy, would I like a chance to boff her! Her legs looked strong, and in spite of the loose blouses she favored, she had a tremendous set of knockers. Thoughts of the mother led to thoughts of the daughter.

Marya was a looker, too. A ripe young woman blossoming into full feminine maturity, she was about 5'3" or 5'4", had tawny skin and dark brown hair. Her pretty face featured big brown eyes and a wonderfully shaped mouth that begged to be kissed.

I'd watched Marya grow from an adorable little girl into a sensual, blossoming young woman. But thinking about her wouldn't do me any good. Marya was "jail bait." Besides, all this was idle thought. I'm happily married and I didn't plan on doing anything to change that.

Watching erotic films produced a swelling in my crotch, and tightness in my chest. I was thinking about doing something to relieve the tension when I heard someone knocking at the back door. People always drop by at the most inconvenient times. If it was some Jehovah's Witnesses, they were going to be told to get lost in no uncertain terms!

I struggled to my feet, tried to re-arrange my swollen cock so my hard-on wouldn't be obvious, and headed for the kitchen. I pushed the "Stop" button on the VCR remote control.

The knocking continued. "I'm coming, dammit!" I grumbled as I shuffled uncomfortably to the door. I opened it and got a shock.

"Hi," Marya Truro said, smiling at me. "Is Clarissa home?"

I couldn't speak for a second. "Ah...no...ah, she's, um, away, with, er, her mother," I stammered.

A pretty pout formed on Marya's face. "Oh, darn. I have a homework assignment I was hoping she'd be able to help me with," she said.

At that point in time, the fact that Marya and my daughter were several years apart in age and weren't really close friends didn't occur to me. If I'd been thinking clearly, I'd have known there wasn't any homework Clarissa could have helped Marya with.

What did register was that Marya looked incredibly desirable. She had on a color-coordinated pale green outfit that looked stupendous against the deep tan of her smooth skin. The top was wide-necked and loose and ended just above the waist of her slacks, exposing a strip of smooth, tan belly. Her budding breasts pushed out the top, adding immeasurably to the sensual look of the outfit. A thin white bra strap peeked out from the edge of the neckline.

Her slacks were the same color as the top and had an elastic waist. Like the top, they were also loose, but clinging enough so they hinted at the finely shaped wonders they covered. If Marya hadn't had a good figure, the outfit wouldn't have worked. Marya had a super figure.

"Could I have a drink?" Marya asked. Her request jolted me out of my silent, avid inventory of her charms.

"Ah, sure, I guess," I stammered. "Soda...um...OK?"

"Great!" Marya said. A smile blossomed on those full, kissable lips. She walked past me, into the kitchen. As she did, I smelled the soft, fruity scent of the perfume she wore. She moved across the kitchen and swallowed hard as I watched the globes of her bottom move under the clinging slacks. Wow!

My legs weren't working properly as I moved to the refrigerator and my cock was threatening to burst out of my pants. "You better watch yourself," I thought. "You could get in big trouble for what you're thinking!" "Ah, is...is diet cola OK?" I asked my lovely visitor.

Marya nodded. "Sure," she said and smiled at me.

I reached into the refrigerator, got out a can of soda, and handed it to her. It took every bit of effort I could muster to keep my hand from shaking. I reached back inside the fridge and got myself a beer.

Marya sipped her soda, then set the can on the kitchen counter, put her arms out behind her, and leaned against it. The action thrust her breasts out. The fact that I could see her partially hard nipples through the cottony fabric added to the inner turmoil I already felt. "It's sure hot today!" she observed. "That soda tastes good."

"Yeah," I muttered as I fumbled with the tab on my beer can. I had a hard time getting it open, but finally managed. I took a long swallow. Why didn't it cool me off? "So, um, yesterday was your birthday?" I said. My voice sounded hoarse.

"Yeah," she said.

"You get...ah...a lot of presents?" I asked.

"All kinds of stuff. Clothes and money mostly," she replied.

"So how old are you?" I asked. I clutched my beer can with both hands; I couldn't stop it from shaking.

Marya gave me a sexy smile. "I told you before, old enough," she giggled. How did she do that? Her smile was innocent, sweet, terribly sexy and enticing, all at once.

"Old enough...for what?" I stammered.

Marya smiled at me some more, then pushed herself away from the counter, walked over to me, and stood in front of me, looking up at me, that smile still on her face, her pretty brown eyes wide. "What do you think?" she asked softly.

I couldn't move. I wanted to. Things were getting out of control, but my legs wouldn't work.

"Don't I get a birthday kiss?" Marya asked. Her tongue moved over her lips, moistening them. Her actions and voice were hypnotic.

I knew I shouldn't, but I bent to kiss her, watching that lovely face move closer and closer. Warmth radiated from her. Her breath teased my skin, thrilling me. When our lips touched and delightful electricity arced through my body. Her lips were so soft, so warm. It felt as if I was sinking into something wonderful.

My beer can clattered to the linoleum floor. My hands, moving as if they had a life of their own, slid around her waist.

"Ohhh!" Marya giggled. I could feel her warm skin moving under my touch, "Your hands are cold!" Her arms snaked around my neck, her lips pressed against mine again and parted. Her tongue probed my lips, shocking me with sensations I could no longer fight. My legs got rubbery while my tongue dueled hers and our lips and bodies pressed together.

Because we needed to breathe, the kiss ended. Marya leaned back in my arms, looking at me, her perfect features flushed, her chest heaving. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "That was the best birthday kiss I ever got!"

"Marya..." It was all I could do to talk. "We...we shouldn't...shouldn't be...ah...doing this."

"Why not?" Marya purred, pressing her hips against my tumultuous groin. "Don't you like me?"

I took a deep breath. "Oh God, Marya, yes, I like you!" I exclaimed. "But...but we shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. We, ah, I, um, could get in trouble."

"Only if I tell," Marya said. "I'm eighteen, now, and I know what I'm doing."

The insistent pressure and movement of her hips had me about to explode in my pants. If I didn't figure some way out of this, I wouldn't be able to...

"Your mom..." I gasped. "Won't...won't she wonder where you are?"

Marya shook her head. "No," she murmured, continuing to grind her body against mine. I still had my hands on her waist and her silky skin felt so warm it almost burned my hands. "She's gone to Aunt Elyse's place for a couple of days."

"But...I'm old enough to be your father...!" I stammered.

Marya kept rotating her hips against my groin. "Feels like you have something I'd like," she said sweetly.

Somehow, I found the strength to tear myself away from her. "Marya! We can't do this! We just can't!" I exclaimed. I turned and walked into the den, plopped down in my chair, and tried to organize my thoughts. I had a serious problem! I had to get Marya to go home somehow. She was just a kid! I couldn't take advantage of her! It wouldn't be right! My mind raced, thoughts jumbled. But...did I really want her to leave? She was so desirable!

Marya walked into the room. "What were you doing before I came?" she asked. I couldn't get over how calm she sounded.

"Ah, nothing," I replied.

She sat on the arm of my chair and the proximity of her warm, young body again stoked the fires of passion already smoldering inside me.

"You were watching a movie," she said. She noticed the TV was still on. "What was it?"

"Ah, nothing," I told her. I realized the last thing I needed was for her to see what kind of movie I'd been watching.

"Come on, what was it?" Marya asked. She leaned her delectable form across me, picked up the VCR remote control, and pushed the "Play" button.

"Marya! No!" I yelled.

"Why not? What's the matter?" she asked. She turned her attention to the TV just as a pretty nude blonde slid her lips over the huge, straining cock of the man she was making love with.

"Oh, wow!" Marya exclaimed. "That's wild!"

"Marya, please!" I protested weakly. "You...you shouldn't be watching stuff like this."

"You sound like my mom," she said. "But I don't care. I have to learn sometime, don't I?"

"It's...it's not right!" I protested. I was losing control of the situation. No, I'd already lost control. Marya was in control from the minute she walked in my door.

"That's awesome!" Marya stared at the screen. "Do people really do that stuff?"

"Ah...yes...I-I guess so," I replied.

"Do you and your wife do it?" she asked. Her eyes were glued to the TV and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She reached into my lap and caressed my swollen cock. "Would you like it if I did it to you?"

"God help me, yes!" I groaned. I didn't care any more. If she wanted sex, I'd give it to her!

She got up, eyes shining, then she knelt in front of me. Her petite hands undid my belt, then the clasp at the waist of my pants. I clutched the arms of the chair as the zipper of my slacks buzzed down. Her hand moved inside my shorts and brought out my swollen shaft. It felt so good!

"It's huge!" Marya whispered as she gazed at my distended cock. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed. Her warm, dainty hands moved over the veined surface of my swollen tool.

"Oh, God!" I groaned. My hips writhed on the leather chair. The sensations were unbelievable! Marya may have been young, but she had natural talent! Lots of it!

"It's spitting," she giggled softly as a glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of my straining shaft. She massaged the fluid into the purple tip.

"Ahh!" I groaned. "You...keep that...Oh!...up...it's...Ah!...really going to spit!"

"Does that feel good?" Marya asked ingenuously, her hands moving maddeningly up and down on my swollen pole.

"Jesus, yes!" I groaned. My pulse was pounding and there was so much sexual tension inside me I was afraid the top of my head would come off. "Unnhh!" I cried when she kissed the flared tip. It wasn't possible to feel better than this, it couldn't be! "Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!" I groaned. Desperately, seeking some measure of control, I tried to think of other things, ice, snow, garbage, anything to distract me from the incredible sensations shooting into my body as a result of what the gorgeous teen-ager was doing to me.

"Ahhh!" I moaned when she licked the tip, then swirled her tongue around and down the super-sensitive flesh. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. Try as I would to tone down the sensations rocking me, I couldn't; even with my eyes closed. A picture of that lovely mouth and dainty tongue working on my cock flashed behind my tightly closed eyes, driving me wild with need for release.

Warmth and wetness engulfed the whole head of my cock then. She'd taken it in her mouth! Tender lips, causing exquisite friction, teased the tip, her tongue poked into the tiny opening at the head of my cock.

"Agghh! Unnhh!" I was clutching the chair so hard I was afraid I'd rip the fabric.

Slowly, giving me indescribable delight, Marya's lips slid downward and my shaft entered her divine young mouth.

Somehow, like the girl in the film, Marya managed to get all of me in her mouth.

"Ahh! Ohh! Ahh!" I groaned as shock wave after shock wave of ecstasy thudded through me, shaking me. I couldn't stop trembling.

Then, ever so slowly, the engulfing mouth and tight lips moved back upward, until only the tip remained between her sweet lips.

"Marya...Oh, God, Marya!" I babbled mindlessly, "That feels incredible! You better stop, I'm gonna to come!"

I looked down and saw was the most erotic scene I'd ever viewed in my life. That innocent, youthful face, my cock embedded between those luscious lips, the wild look in her eyes; it made the best sex film I'd ever seen look like Walt Disney.

"Marya! Oh, God, Marya, I'm gonna come!" I cried, "If you keep that up, I'm gonna come!"

The warmth left my cock, and it stood there, cooling in the air, as her petite hands worked on it, massaging, stroking. Marya looked up at me, her lips shiny. "So?" she asked, a smile brightening her face, "Go ahead. Do what you gotta do." Her mouth descended over my cock once more and she began moving her head up and down rapidly, her tongue lashing the shaft.

"Oh, Jesus! Ahh! Ahhh!" I cried as the tension in my groin flashed past the bursting point. Like an unwinding spring, my body released and ecstasy filled me, rushing through me with incredible intensity, shaking me as I'd never been shaken before. I felt my cock begin to pulsate, then it exploded, shooting powerful spurt after powerful spurt of hot, viscous cream into the teenager's mouth.

"Oh! Ohh! Annhh!" I cried as Marya sucked me dry. Overwhelmed by the effect of what she was doing to me, I thought I'd faint. Still, she kept on, until the fantastic feelings began to ebb, and my erection began to soften.

I watched Marya continue to work on me. My penis was limp, but she still had it trapped between her lips. She looked up at me, eyes bright, and let the limp tube of flesh slide slowly out of her mouth and across her pert chin, a gesture I found incredibly erotic. Her face was shiny and wet with my juices. As she looked at me, her tongue came out and licked her lips.

"I loved it!" she murmured. Her tongue continued to move, seeking more of my spend, "It was awesome! I wasn't sure I could do it, but I did! I loved it! Oh God, did I ever! You taste so good!"

My strength had returned, so I reached down, grabbed Marya under her arms and lifted her onto my lap, facing me. She snuggled against me and our lips met.

"That was the most wonderful thing anyone's ever done for me," I told her when the kiss ended. "You are something!"

"Did you really like it?" Marya asked.

"You better believe it!" I replied. 

Marya worked her nubile body against me. "You...you don't' think I'm...you know...a sicko, or anything?" she asked, again showing that surprising combination of innocence and sultriness I found amazing.

"Of course not! There's nothing wrong with what you did," I told her. "It was wonderful!" I slid my hands up her back, under her loose top, and felt the muscles of her slim body move in response.

"Ohh!" she whispered, "that feels nice!"

"I think..." I whispered as my hands continued to move over her incredibly smooth young skin, "...it's time I did something to make you feel good, too."

"Ohh!" Marya squealed, squirming against me. "I'd like that!"

"Let's go upstairs, then," I said. I kissed her neck and shoulders, my hands cupped and squeezed her firm, budding breasts. Through the filmy fabric of her bra I felt her hardened nipples. As my hands explored, a soft moan escaped her lips and a shudder went through her body. She slipped out of my arms and we stood up. My pants fell around my ankles, I stepped out of them and scooped Marya up in my arms. She seemed almost weightless. Her slim arms went around my neck, and her head fell against my shoulder.


With the lovely young woman riding easily in my arms, her lips teasing my ear, I carried her up the stairs to the bedroom I had previously shared with only my wife. I set Marya on her feet next to the bed and stood there, shaking with excitement.

Then I took a deep breath, reached out, and lifted the hem of her blouse. She raised her arms and I pulled the garment over her head.

Suddenly, as I looked at her partially bared body, Marya seemed to become very young, and very nervous. She moved her arms as if she didn't know what to do with them, her lacy white bra a stark contrast against her tawny skin.

"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" I asked, more than a little surprised at her change in demeanor.

Marya hugged herself and nodded, her eyes averting contact with mine. I ran my hands up and down her arms softly, watching goose bumps rise at my touch. The transformation from wanton vixen to shy, scared, little girl added to the desire I felt for her. My penis began to swell anew.

"Don't be scared, Marya," I assured her, "I promise I won't hurt you."

I pulled her against me, feeling the warmth of her through the shirt I still wore as she snuggled into my arms. I cupped her chin, tilted her face up, and covered her soft lips with mine. As the kiss went on, I felt her begin to relax.




Pleasant Street Ch. 06



"You want to stop?" I asked when the kiss ended.

Marya shook her head, then she smiled weakly. "I...I want you to make love to me."

I stripped my shirt off, then sat on the bed and undid the snap at the waist of her slacks. The loose garment slid easily down over her finely shaped hips, along her lovely legs, and puddled at her feet Gracefully she stepped out of them.

I took in her beauty and my breath caught in my throat. Slim, yet marvelously shaped, she was an image of loveliness, her natural dusky coloring, augmented by a deep suntan, making the stark contrast of her scanty white underthings unbelievably erotic. Tiny pieces of silky, lacy cloth covered her swelling breasts, disclosing her distended nipples. A tiny triangle of lacy white covered her groin and thin bands of elastic ran over the swell of her hips and disappeared behind her.

"Marya, you are a vision!" I said, awed. "I've never seen anyone lovelier."

A beautiful flush reddened her body.

"Turn around," I said and, slowly, she did. God, she was beautiful! Her bottom - obviously a heritage from her mother - was in my opinion as close to perfect as it could get. As she turned, I stroked her soft skin.

I was still having difficulty breathing, difficulty believing I'd be possessing this magnificent young body. I undid the clasp of her bra, then I pushed the straps off her shoulders. Marya shrugged slightly and the lacy item floated to the floor. Next I took hold of the elastic of her panties and slid them down her fine legs.

"You are too beautiful for words," I cooed when she again faced me. Her face was rosy, her eyes wide, and her chest moved rapidly. Her breasts were as close to perfect as any I'd ever seen. They stood proudly, promising to become even lovelier as she grew older, if that was possible. Each tip was covered by a dark, brownish-red circle, out of which thrust a large, succulent nipple.

"Oh...my...God!" Marya groaned when I tenderly, cupped the swollen orbs with my shaking hands. I squeezed each of them gently, then I brushed my thumbs across the rigid, rubbery tips.

"Ohh!" A soft moan escaped from Marya's lips and her body began to tremble.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes! Oh yes!" came her sibilant reply. "It...it feels so good! My...my legs feel funny!"

I laid her gently on the bed, still unable to believe my eyes as I gazed at her marvelous body. I was again shaken by the realization I'd be pleasuring this gorgeous young creature.

"I can't get over it," I said as I knelt on the bed next to her. "I can't believe how beautiful you are!" I captured a rigid nipple between my lips and at the same time began exploring the rest of her body, my hand moving lightly over her velvet skin. Soft gasps and groans issued from her as my hands and lips roved her trim form.

"Oh! Ohh!" she murmured. "You're making me feel all...all funny inside!"

Touching her made me feel all funny inside, too. Her skin was like satin, incredibly warm. As my hand moved over that superb flesh, her muscles began to vibrate and move. I had to taste her!

I didn't want to abandon those wonderful breasts, but reluctantly did, my kisses moving across the underslope of the proud orbs, onto her abdomen. Her body arched and she sucked in her breath suddenly.

"Oh!" she groaned, "Yes! Oh, yes!"

Down I moved, tasting her, savoring that smooth young skin with lips and tongue. I arrived at her navel and paused to probe and lick it with my tongue.

"Yes! Oh, God! That feels so good!" Marya cried, sucking in her belly.

I looked up at her face and saw her hands flailing, trying to find something to grab. Finally, she clutched her own breasts, her fingers pulling at the nipples.

Ever downward my lips moved, and my moving hands stroked through the soft, damp, hair between her legs, pressed those legs apart, then caressed the even smoother skin of her inner thighs.

"Ah!" Marya's hips began to thrust upward and twist. "I can't stand it! It feels too...too...good!"

Her pubic hair was dark brown, thin, and soft, barely covering the vee between those glorious legs, but it showed promise of becoming a full, furry mat as she matured. I kissed and licked along the verge of her silken forest while my hand slid between her legs and my finger began exploring the folds of her puffy vagina.

"Oh! Yes! Touch me! Touch me!" Marya groaned, her back arching, thrusting her hips upward, straining, seeking.

I moved between her outspread, perfect legs and kissed her rippling lower belly, then let my lips move slowly into her pubic hair, onto the petal-like lips of her young pussy.

"Oh! God! Agghh! That feels so wild!" she groaned.

My tongue slid between the puffy lips and tasted the honey-sweet juices flowing from her, experiencing the softness, like flower petals, of her labia. My exploring tongue happened onto the swollen bud of her youthful clit and she reacted as if she'd gotten an electric shock.

"Wow! Oh, wow! Agghh! Agghh! Unnhh!" Marya cried as her body wild, "That feels too good!"

I grasped her taut, shapely buttocks in my hands and kept my face buried in her muff, licking, sucking; my tongue lashing her clit, probing in and out, driving her wild. She tasted so sweet! Her smooth legs locked around my head, trapping me against her.

"Ahh! I can't stand it! I can't stop! Don't stop! Ahhh!" she screamed, "What's happening to me?! Oh, God! Too good! Ahhh!"

Marya writhed and strained against my mouth as what seemed like an endless orgasm ripped through her. What I was doing to her thrilled me almost as much as it appeared to be thrilling her, so I continued licking and sucking until her frantic movements began to slow. At last, her legs dropped, releasing my head from its satin trap. I looked up at her lying there, tanned, flushed, and relaxed, her gorgeous chest rising and falling evenly.

I slid up next to Marya and took her in my arms. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Your face is all wet," she giggled.

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked.

"This," she said and began to kiss me and lick her juices from my face. "Ohhh," she said, "is that what I taste like?"

"Yes." I replied as I pulled her into an embrace and covered her lips with mine.

"I taste good," she said after our torrid kiss ended.

"You certainly do," I agreed.

"You're hard again," she said as she pressed against me, trapping my newly risen cock against her soft belly.

"Looks that way," I agreed.

We began to make love once again, our hands moving over each other's bodies, touching, caressing, exploring; re-building the fires of passion. I kissed her breasts, sucking the nipples and as much of each breast as I could deep into my mouth. Once more Marya trembled and groaned as I lavished attention on her breasts.

"Your breasts are so beautiful," I whispered.

"Do you really like them?" she asked. "I always worried they were too small."

"They're perfect," I commented. "You don't have to worry." I bent and sucked a nipple deep in my mouth and she quivered.

Her hand slid between us and grasped my swollen cock. "My God, you're hard again!" she exclaimed.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," I said and kissed her.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" Marya murmured, clutching my prong more tightly. "I want to feel you in me so bad!"

"Far be it for me to deny a lovely young lass what she wants," I said as I rolled on top of her, supporting most of my weight on outstretched arms. My cock, trapped between us, rubbed through her wet furrow as Marya pressed her hips upward, beginning the motions of sex.

"Please! Please!" she murmured as she kept thrusting at me. "Put it in me! Put it in me! Don't make me wait! Please!"

I raised my hips and my cock slid down, the tip dropping between her labia. Slowly, I began to press into her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Marya cried. "You feel so big! It feels like you're splitting me!"

Ever so slowly I pressed into my lover's nubile body. Her legs came up, locked around my hips and she arched herself off the bed, seeking me.

"Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" Marya cried as more and more of my swollen pole sank into her.

I'd never been in a vagina as tight as Marya's. Finally, the delightful friction almost too much to bear, I was in all the way, my human sword hilted fully in her fluttering scabbard of hot flesh.

I stopped moving, afraid I'd come, and waited, feeling some small measure of control return. I wanted this experience to be memorable for the wondrous woman-child impaled on my cock.

When I had pulled myself back from the brink of orgasm, I looked down at Marya. "Am I hurting you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "It...it feels so good! Please!" she groaned. She squirmed her hips and pressed up against me.

I raised my hips, pulling my cock from her spasming, clutching cave until only the tip remained clasped in its grip. Then, using all the self-control I had, I pushed back into her slowly, enjoying the response that flooded through my body. Slowly, I continued to stroke in and out of her, fighting for control every minute.

With each thrust, the force of Marya's reaction grew. Soon, her hips were driving upward against me, as passion blossomed in her young body. Before long, she was tearing at me, her legs pounding against mine.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! It's...it's, it's happening! Uhhhh! It's happening again! Don't stop! Agghh! Don't stop!" she cried as she crested and plummeted into a whirling, overpowering abyss of sexual joy.

I kept plunging into her as her body, wracked by passion, strained against mine. Her spasming vagina rippled on my thrusting cock and I knew I could wait no longer.

"Yeah!" I groaned, as my fluids boiled up and erupted from my throbbing cock, filling her. "Yes! Take it, baby, take it!"

"Oh, yes!" She clutched at me with renewed vigor and her body came alive all over, as my eruption triggered more frenzy in her. "So good! So good! Yes!"

As our bodies writhed together, the overpowering feelings began to fade, frantic motions slowed, and eventually we lay there locked together, a tangle of spent flesh. My penis softened and I withdrew from her and rolled to my side next to her. She came into my arms and we held each other, enjoying the after-glow of what we'd shared.

"I knew you'd be a good lover," Marya said. "I knew making love with you would be wonderful, and it was!" Her soft lips rained kisses on my face. "You were fantastic! You really were!"

"You aren't bad yourself," I said.

Marya lay there, her lovely head on the pillow, looking at me with such emotion I was shaken. I wasn't sure what would happen next.

She smiled at me. "You want to fuck my mom, don't you?" she said.

"What?" I exclaimed, caught off-guard by her question.

"I saw the way you were looking at her today when she went into the store," she said. "You want to fuck her, don't you?"

"I think your mother is very attractive," I admitted. I wasn't willing to commit myself further.

"I don't care if you do fuck her," Marya said as she tickled my face with her petite hand. "I think Mom could use a good fuck."

"Marya!" I exclaimed.

Marya nodded actively. "It's true," she said. "She and my dad don't get along. Hell, he's gone all the time. And she gets all involved in that religious shit. If she had a little of what I just had I bet she'd be a whole lot mellower and maybe she'd get off my case."

I wasn't sure how to reply. Part of my mind drifted. Was it possible that, somehow, I could get to make love to Ann Truro? Would I someday find out if what I believed about her bottom was true?

Marya kissed me again and brought me back to the reality of the astounding situation I was in.

"I'm all sticky," she said. "I feel yukky."

"Why don't you take a shower?" I suggested.

"OK," Marya said. She slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom.

The view I got as she walked away from me was divine. I lay there a few more minutes, until I heard the shower running, then got up and followed her. I stepped through the open door, into the steamy tile room and could see Marya's tan form moving through the frosted glass doors of the shower stall. I slid the door open and stepped inside. Her tawny body - covered with droplets of water - sparkled and glistened.

Marya turned around, saw me standing there, and jumped. "You startled me!" she giggled.

"Who else would it be?" I smiled. "You don't mind if I join you?"

Marya shook her head. "Hell, no!" she said.

"You know," I said, grinning, "It's been a long time since I've given anyone a bath." I took the wash cloth from her hand, worked a thorough lather up, then I reached for her.

Marya loved being washed and returned the favor. More than the room was steamy by the time we finished, got out, and dried each other off. I put the towel around Marya and used it to pull her against me, my lips seeking hers. Her warm body moved against mine, delighting me all over again.

"Let's go back to bed," she suggested when the kiss ended. This time there was no shyness. She pushed me onto my back and her lips and hands began moving over my body, quickly setting it aflame again. In a short while she had my cock hard and throbbing.

"I don't know what it is about you," I told her as she stroked me, "but I'd have sworn I couldn't have gotten another hard-on for a week. I guess I was wrong."

"I'm glad," Marya giggled. "I want you to make me come again! I want you to fuck me again!"

"This time you fuck me," I said. "Get on top, ride my cock."

Marya sat on my thighs, sending tingles of bliss into me as her hands milked my pole. Then she slid up, trapping the fleshy shaft between us, pressing it against my belly. She rocked her hips, rubbing her vaginal lips against the underside of the swollen shaft. I cupped her fine young buttocks, feeling her muscles move as she slid her humid gash up and down against my cock.

"Oh!" she groaned. "I like this!"

"Put it in," I said. "It will feel even better."

She raised her hips, reached between us and centered the tip of my throbbing pole in her opening, then lowered herself. Once again, I felt her warmth and heat as she impaled herself on me, her face going slack with passion.

"Yes! Yes!" Marya groaned. Her body shook as once more I filled her tight young cavity. "Oh, God! That's so good!"

She began to rock her hips and awesome feelings began to fill me again. She sat upright and I grabbed her sensational breasts, thumbing the rigid nipples.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Marya moaned. The movement of her hips grew more frantic. "Oh...yes! Oh...yes!"

"Fuck me!" I said as I watched as a flush of passion spread over Marya. "Fuck me, sweet 

thing!"

"Ah! Ahhh!" she groaned, eyes closed, head thrown back, hands clutching my arms as my hands continued kneading and mauling her breasts. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm getting there! Oh, shit! Ahh! Ahhh! It's happening! Again! Yes! Again! I'm coming!"

Marya's body jolted, her fingernails dug into my arms, and it felt as if the wild movements of her pelvis would tear my cock from my body. At last her motions began to slow and she sagged into my arms. I lowered her until she lay atop me.

She lay there a moment, then she raised up on her arms and looked down at me. "You're still hard." Disappointment showed on her pretty face. "You didn't come!"

"I will, princess," I said as I slid my arms around her. "I'm just not quite ready to finish yet. Are you?"

"I...I don't know," she replied, suddenly timid. "I...if you make me come again, I think I'll go crazy."

"You won't," I assured her, stroking her back.

I rolled on my side holding her against me, my cock still buried inside her. Then I slid it out, turned her so her back was to me, and pressed against her, my erection sliding between her lovely nether globes.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked.

"You'll see," I said as I slid an arm under her and cupped a breast. I slid my other hand down her body and pulled one leg up over mine. Then I pressed the head of my cock against her slick opening and thrust forward with my hips. The rigid shaft again slid into her trembling young body.

"Oh!" Marya gasped. "Yes! Do it! Fuck me more! Please! Fuck me more! I don't care if I go crazy!"

I kept squeezing the spongy firmness of her breast while my other hand slid boldly over her lower body, arriving between her legs. As I fucked my cock into her, I began stroking her tiny, erect clit. Her whole body shook.

"Oh Shit! Oh Shit!" she gasped. "Oh damn! That...Ahh!...feels so wild!"

While my hands thrilled her, I kept driving my cock into her, my thighs slapping against her bottom.

"Oh!" she groaned. Her body was shaking, her leg tightened behind mine, holding me against her. Faster and faster I moved, the sensations going beyond feeling good into the realm of ecstasy once more. Our groans and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of slapping flesh, filling the room with the sounds of passion.

Suddenly, as I drove into her, Marya's body stiffened, then began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Coming! I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ayyee! I'm coming! Yes! Wahh! Wahh!"

"Me, too!" my cries of delight mixed with hers as again fluids spewed from me into her. "Oh, princess! My sweet princess! Yes! Yes!" I continued to slam into her, enjoying the way her firm buttocks slapped against my thighs.

Once more ardor cooled and our movements slowed. We relaxed on the bed, my softening cock slipping from her. We lay spoon-fashion for a while. I hadn't been this satisfied in a long time. I kissed Marya's neck, just under her hair behind her lovely ear. She murmured softly and wriggled against me.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Oh God!" she said, "I never knew I could feel this good!" She turned in my arms and planted kiss after kiss on my face. "I'm glad I came over here! I didn't know making love could be like this!"

"I didn't, either," I said and pulled her against me.

"Can we do this again sometime soon?" she asked.

A daring thought popped into my head. "Do you have to go home tonight?" I asked.

Marya looked puzzled at first, then smiled and shook her head. "I don't see why," she replied. "Mom's not there."

I bent and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, sucked it hard, then looked at her. "Is this soon enough?" I asked.

"Yes!" Marya exclaimed. 



Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 01



WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

Mel Blake and his wife Carla have lived on Pleasant Street for a long time. Mel's best friend, Bert Hicks, doesn't live on Pleasant Street, but he's there a lot, visiting Mel. In fact, it looks like he's just pulled into Mel's driveway.

Bert forgot that Mel is away for the weekend. His wife isn't home and he's at loose ends. Sometimes when people are at loose ends, they wind up doing things they don't usually do. Is it possible something's going to happen here? I know what I think might happen, don't you? I think the following story tells the tale.

"IS MEL AROUND?"

I.

An insistent knocking sound awakened Carla Morris. She sat up in bed and as she did, the covers slid down, exposing a pair of breasts that would have caused envy in girls many years younger than Carla. She got up, slipped on a fluffy robe and headed to the kitchen to answer the door. She glanced at the clock as she left the bedroom, startled to find it was ten o'clock. She hardly ever slept that late.

Bert Hicks watched his best friend's wife approach through the window in the back door. Judging from her disheveled appearance, he guessed she'd just gotten out of bed. The way her breasts bobbed under the robe as she walked, he was sure she wore nothing under it and that realization caused feelings in him he hadn't expected.

"Is Mel around?" he asked when Carla opened the door. He tried to force the lascivious thoughts he was having from his mind. After all, Carla's husband was his best friend.

"No," Carla replied. "He's gone out to the coast for a seminar. Didn't you know?"

"I guess I forgot," Bert replied sheepishly. "I think I remember his saying something about it. I'm sorry I woke you up."

"That's OK," Carla said. "I should have been up long ago. Want some coffee?"

"Sounds good," Bert said. He found himself not wanting to leave.

Carla started for the counter to put the coffee on and Bert walked into the house and sat down at the kitchen table.

"What's Laura up to today?" Carla asked as she measured coffee into the pot.

"She's visiting her folks for the weekend," Bert told her. "That's why I stopped by. I thought Mel might have time to give me a hand with some stuff."

"Sorry," Carla said.

"Not your fault," he said. "I'm the one forgot he was going to the coast."

It didn't take long for the coffee to perk. Carla poured two cups and looked at Bert. "Cream and sugar?" she asked.

"Black," he replied.

"Want a donut or something to go with it?" Carla asked.

"Sure," Bert replied.

Carla got some donuts out of her bread saver and the two of them sat at the table, drinking coffee and munching. They both were aware of a tension between them neither of them had felt before and didn't understand it.

"What are you going to do all week with Mel gone?" he asked.

"I don't know, mostly get some chores done, I guess," Carla replied.

"Yeah, me, too," Bert said, aware that, for some reason, their conversation stiff and formal.

"Well..." he said, pushing himself away from the table. "Guess I ought to get going. Got stuff to do." He started for the door.

"While you're here," Carla said, "there are some things I could use a man's help with. Would you mind?"

"Take that robe off and I'll show you what I can do!" The sudden thought startled Bert and he forced it from his mind. "What's the matter with me?" he thought. "Hey, what are friends for?" he told her. "I'll be only too glad to assist you, dear lady. Your wish is my command."

"There are some things in the den I need taken upstairs to the attic," Carla said. "You sure you don't mind?"

"Heck, no," Bert said. "I've got nothing better to do, and the company here is more pleasurable than what I have at home...being alone and all."

Carla felt herself blushing and didn't understand why. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to compliments. Mel never complimented her. "Ah, would you like more coffee?" she asked.

"Sure," Bert replied.

Carla picked up the cups and started for the counter. On the way her foot caught on a throw rug and she tripped and fell. The cups went flying from her hand and shattered on the floor as she went down with a "Thud!"

Bert was quickly at her side, kneeling over her, his face reflecting concern. He helped her to a sitting position, his arm around her.

"Carla, are you all right?" he asked, sounding concerned.

Carla was more embarrassed than hurt. She made a waving motion with her hand. "I'm...I'm fine," she said. "My dignity is hurt more than anything else." She looked into Bert's concerned eyes and felt his arm holding her. It felt good; better than she'd expected it to, better than it ought to.

Without either of them planning it, their heads moved closer and; softly, tentatively, their lips met. Unexpected feelings blossomed in both of them and the kiss deepened.

Their tongues probed, searched, sought, then entwined as warmth grew into fire. Carla turned against Bert, her arms wrapping around him and his embrace tightened about her. Finally, breathless, they pulled back and looked at each other.

"What...what are we...doing?" Carla panted, her body trembling in Bert's arms.

"I'm...I'm not sure," Bert stammered. His hand moved to her face and stroked it lightly. Then his caress moved down her neck to the bare expanse of her chest.

"Bert...please...we...we shouldn't!" Carla murmured. But her protest was weak and she didn't move, didn't make any effort to stop him. Exhilaration filled her and goose bumps pebbled her skin as she experienced a level of excitement she hadn't known in years. She had no idea what had come over her, but she did know they had to stop, here and now, before they did something they'd both be sorry for.

Bert's touch felt so good! Maybe, if she waited another minute, he'd realize how wrong this was and stop.

Bert was shaking almost as hard as Carla. He'd occasionally fantasized about making love with her, but never dreamed he'd have the opportunity. He slid his hand inside the fluffy robe, onto the upper slope of her breast. His hand searched for, and found, an erecting nipple.

Carla felt his hand move and wanted to stop him, but before she could, his hand found her nipple. Exhilaration shot through her and her back arched, pressing the warm globe against his hand. Her breasts, though small, were very sensitive and, unknowingly, Bert had done the one thing that made it impossible for her to stop him. Thrills began to overwhelm Carla.

"Ohh!" she moaned as overpowering sensations of ecstasy robbed her of strength. She wanted him to touch her and, she realized, wanted him to do more than that! At the same time, she silently cursed herself for her weakness. "We...we shouldn't be doing this," she moaned. "It...it's wrong!"

Bert didn't seem to hear. His hands undid the belt of her robe and bared her body.

"Bert...please..."Carla groaned. She put her hands weakly on Bert's arms as he cupped her breasts, lifting them, his thumbs teasing the protruding tips to scintillating, tingling, life. She knew she should push his hands away, but had no strength in her arms with which to do it.

Bert would have liked to have gotten off the kitchen floor, but sensed that if he broke the spell by talking, all this would end. Instead, he bent and sucked one of Carla's rigid nipples into his mouth.

"Ohh!" Carla groaned. "My God! Bert! Oh, Bert! Please!" She shook uncontrollably, her body filled with exquisite sensation, suffused with tremendous need. His lips moved from one nipple to the other, then back. Carla almost swooned. Her breasts had always been so sensitive!

"Please!" she begged. "Not...not here. Let's...let's go in the bedroom." She'd done it! She had committed herself to making love with another man for the first time since her marriage! Even though she knew it was wrong, all she could think of was how badly she wanted him! They got to their feet and Bert took Carla's hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom she had until then only shared with her husband.

Excited to a degree he wouldn't have believed possible, Bert unbuttoned his shirt as they went. Then, standing in front of the rumpled king-sized bed, he watched as Carla turned and took off her robe.

"My God!" Bert whispered. "You're gorgeous!"

Carla felt herself blush. She had never regarded herself as beautiful. Her body, at 5'8", 135 pounds, was very good, and except for a few faint stretch marks, there was no evidence she'd borne two children. Her black, curly hair showed traces of gray, but the luxuriant black furze at her groin showed no trace of it. Her face was young looking and pretty.

Carla had no idea how attractive she was. "You...you really think so?" Carla whispered, surprised by his praise. She thought his wife Audrey was prettier than she was. Having a man other than her husband look at her with unabashed delight made her feel warm all over.

"I know so!" Bert exclaimed as he removed the rest of his clothes and took her in his arms.

As Carla came against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed into the warm skin of Bert's chest. Their lips met, tongues entwined, and she felt an even greater rush of excitement as his swollen penis prodded her belly. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her tighter against him.

The kiss over, Carla lay down on the bed and held her arms out to Bert. "Please, Bert...I...I need you..." she murmured.

Bert got on the bed, moved between her legs, and felt the tip of his erection brush her vagina. As it did, he saw a tremor go through her body.

"You're wet!" he murmured.

"Now!" Carla pleaded. "Please..." She couldn't wait, she needed to have him in her! If she had time to think, she might stop and she didn't really want to! She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this excited! She didn't want to talk; she wanted him in her!

Bert pressed forward and her heat and moistness engulfed him, shooting thrills into his enflamed body. "So tight..." he groaned.

"Please..." Carla groaned. Ecstasy coursed through her. This might be wrong, but it felt so good! Bert was filling her; it felt like his...he was bigger than Mel, but at the same time his actions were gentler than Mel's had ever been!

Bert couldn't wait! Once he buried his organ in her, he began to drive powerfully, his orgasm coming closer and closer. He held himself up away from her, arms outstretched, watching the way her breasts bobbed and shook as his thrusting rocked her body. Her hips drove up to meet his as she responded. Then, without warning, he felt the walls of her vagina begin to ripple on his invading member.

"Aww! Yeah! Yeah!" he cried, exploding powerfully; filling her with geysers of his molten cream.

The splattering of his hot juices against her insides sent Carla into orbit. "Oh! Yes! Yes!" she cried as an orgasm raced through her like a runaway train.

Their bodies bucked and strained, wringing every last bit of pleasure attainable from their passionate coupling, then Bert collapsed atop the lovely, spent body of his friend's wife. He lay there a second, then rolled off beside her.

"My God!" Bert gasped, "That was incredible!"

Carla rolled over and kissed him softly. "It was, wasn't it?" she murmured.

"I-I've always wondered what making love with you would be like," Bert said. "For once, reality exceeded fantasy."

"I'm glad," Carla whispered. She snuggled against him, pleased to learn he'd thought about making love to her even though his wife was very pretty.

They lay in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth of companionship, not for a second thinking about the consequences of what they'd just done.

"You know," Bert said at last, "My car's out front. If I stick around much longer, people might wonder what's going on."

Carla knew he was right, but didn't want him to leave. Not yet. What they'd shared only made her want more. "I don't want you to go yet," she said softly, her finger tracing his lips.

"I don't want to leave, either," Bert said. "Maybe there's some way to work this out."

"Yes," Carla said. "I need for you to stay."



Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 02-03



"IS MEL AROUND?"

II.

"Lust must be making me creative," Bert said, after a period of thought. "I have an idea." He explained it to Carla and she agreed. They got up, dressed, and left for a nearby commuter parking lot.

Carla followed Bert in Mel's van. When they arrived, Bert parked his car and she pulled in next to it, hiding it from the road. Bert opened the side door and jumped in the van.

"Now nobody can see me coming back with you," he said. 

The van had no windows in the rear and Bert stayed low until Carla was out of the lot. Then he slid up between the seats, his back to the engine cover, looking up at her. He began stroking her leg, pushing up the sweat pants she was wearing.

"You nut!" Carla exclaimed, glancing down at him as she drove. His caresses were making her crazy with desire again.

"You like that, don't you?" Bert asked, grinning.

"Yes!" Carla replied.

"You'll probably like this, too," he said. His hand slid under her sweatshirt and cupped a breast.

"Bert!" Carla exclaimed. Wild sensations threatened to overwhelm her as he hefted and squeezed the hyper-sensitive globe of flesh. "How...how...Ah!...how am I supposed to drive?"

"Carefully," Bert said as he continued to drive her wild. "Do you always go out without a bra?"

"Unh! No!" Carla replied, shaking. "You're making me crazy!" Excitement crackled along her nerves like electric currents. She'd left her underwear off because she was in a hurry and wanted to get back to the house as soon as possible. She felt terribly wanton and didn't care! She had a chance for excitement and she was going to take it!

Bert's insistent attention to her breasts and the fact it was occurring in broad daylight as she drove through town soon had her aroused to the point of distraction. It was all she could do to keep the van under control. As they rolled along, the crotch of her sweatpants began to dampen with the oozing juices of passion.

"I never get wet any more when Mel and I make love," she thought.

Not quite sure how she got there, Carla finally turned into their driveway, drove directly into the garage, and pressed the button to make the garage door close. She took a deep breath and turned to face Bert who, she discovered, was totally naked! He lay on the floor, his erection standing up like a thick, red, purple-tipped flagpole.

Quickly Carla stripped off her sweat pants and knelt over him. Guiding his shaft with her hand, she lowered herself on him, experiencing sublime joy as the swollen pole entered, stretched and filled her.

Bert lay on the carpeted floor of the van, enjoying the delightful view as she disrobed and mounted him. When Carla first sank down on him he almost came, but somehow he managed to control himself. As she began to work her hips on him, his hands slid under her sweatshirt onto those glorious breasts. She was riding him now, almost frenzied, her face a mask of lust.

"Can't...wait! Aw! Can't....wait!" she cried out as fantastic explosions of bliss rocked her body. "Agghh! Oh, Jesus! I'm...I'm coming! Yes! I'm coming! Bert! Oh, God! Bert!"

"Unnhh! Unn!" Bert groaned in reply as her rapidly moving hips and clasping cunt sucked his juices from him.

Spent, Carla collapsed on Bert and, sated, they lay on the floor of the van for quite a while. Neither of them had enough energy left to get up and go into the house.

Carla stirred first, getting off him and moving back to the driver's seat. Bert got up, too, and knelt between the seats to kiss her.

"Would you like some lunch?" Carla asked. She realized she was terribly hungry.

"Sure," Bert replied.

Carla picked up her sweatpants and started to slip them on. Bert put his hand on hers. "We don't need clothes, do we?" he said.

His suggestion fascinated and excited Carla. "Ah...I guess not," she responded.

Carrying their clothes, they climbed out of the van and went quickly through the breezeway that connected the garage to the house. Inside, they fell into each other's arms, giggling like teenagers who'd just gotten away with a prank.

"This is crazy, you know that?" Carla said, kissing Bert on the cheek.

"Yeah, but you got to admit it's fun," Bert replied. He squeezed one of her buttocks playfully. "How about lunch, woman, I'm hungry."

Carla pulled off her sweatshirt and put on an apron. It felt strange, being nude in front of Bert. In spite of that, she put together a light lunch and they both ate, not saying much. Carla was very aware of how Bert kept staring at her breasts, though, and loved the attention, even though it disconcerted her.

"You have the most incredibly beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he said.

Carla felt herself blush. His comments about her body were both flattering and disconcerting.

Bert stood up and began to gather the dishes. He carried them over and put them in the dishwasher. As he did, it was Carla's turn to notice things. His penis, so large and thick when he was turned on, was small and shriveled when he wasn't.

Carla walked over to the counter and put her arms around him, pressing against him from behind. "You don't have to do the dishes," she said, kissing his neck.

"Hey..." Bert said and turned in her arms. "We don't want to leave a mess, do we?" He grasped her waist, picked her up, turned, and set her on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Carla asked, stunned. Now what was he up to?

"Having dessert," Bert told her. He stripped her apron off and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Carla felt a flood of exhilaration and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on.

Bert suckled her nipples so long and well that Carla thought she might come just from that. Her bottom squirmed on the smooth surface of the counter and she felt his hands clasp her hips. She didn't know what to expect next.

Then... "Oh! Bert!" she groaned. His lips trailed off her breasts and down across her stomach. Next thing she knew, his head was buried in her crotch and his tongue was lashing passion's fires into every particle of her being. And she was loving it! She leaned back on outstretched arms, thrusting her cunt against his mouth.

"My God! Bert! Oh!" Carla groaned, her hips beginning to go out of control.

Bert found her clit, licked it, felt her jolt with excitement when he did, then sucked it into his mouth, unprepared for what happened when he did.

"Yeah! Bert! Oh!" Carla wailed. She was sure her body would implode. She had no idea she could feel like this! Bert's tongue continued to work and fireworks of joy kept going inside her. "Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" she cried, clutching his head.

It took a while for Carla to get herself under control after the sudden, delightful surprise Bert gave her. While she calmed, he held her against him, caressing her back softly, tenderly.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Oh yes, yes!" Carla replied. She kissed him avidly.

Sitting on the counter, Bert holding her, Carla knew this would probably be just what it seemed, a weekend fling. She had no intention of leaving Mel, nor did she expect Bert to leave Audrey. It didn't matter. While he was here, she planned to get the most out of it.

"Let me down." she said and kissed him on the cheek.

"All right," Bert responded. He cupped her bottom and lowered her to the floor. "Now what?"

"I..." Carla found it hard to speak. "I-I want to do something I-I've never done before." She looked at him and put a finger on his lips as he opened his mouth to speak. 

"Don't say anything," she told him. "Let me do what I want to do."

She and Mel occasionally watched dirty movies and usually he bugged her give him a blow-job afterward, but she had never been able to do it all the way. She knew that disappointed Mel, but she couldn't help it. Now, for some reason, she had an overwhelming urge to do it to Bert. She had no idea if she could, but she was going to try!

Carla led Bert to the living room and sat him down in a big overstuffed chair. Then she knelt in front of him and began to caress and kiss his body. First his lips and face, then his neck, and then his nipples. She was delighted at his body's powerful reaction when she sucked his nipples. She wasn't aware men were turned on by that. Her hand sought his penis, already swollen, and began stroking it.

Bert wasn't sure what Carla had in mind, but once she got started, he didn't care. She was driving him wild with her caresses and kisses. She moved directly in front of him, between his legs. Bert was startled.

"Is she going to...?" he wondered, excitement rushing through him. He closed his eyes and sighed as her hands wrapped around his cock and began stroking it, sending tremor after delectable tremor through his body.

The more Carla played with Bert's big cock, the more she wanted to. She loved the gasps and groans her touch elicited from Bert, and was thrilled she was pleasing him. His cock was steel-hard, blue veins standing out on the sides. Droplets of pre-cum seeped from the arrow-shaped tip.

Screwing up her courage, she took a deep breath then leaned forward and kissed the tip, savoring the taste of his lubricant.

"Oh!" Bert groaned, thrusting his hips forward.

Carla was surprised to find that Bert's cock didn't taste bad at all. She kissed it again, then again, then he took the whole tip in her mouth. The massive swollen pole was throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. She discovered that what she was doing was turning her on, too! She slid her lips down the shaft, taking him into her mouth, her tongue caressing him. Then she pulled back until only the tip remained trapped by her lips. This wasn't bad at all! In fact, it was kind of nice! More than nice, it was wonderful!

Bert strained against the back of the chair, clutching the arms. What Carla was doing filled him with unbearable rapture. He'd never been sucked off like this! Carla's lips and mouth moved, engulfing him, then releasing him. Her hand went to his balls, massaging them, sending spasms of delight through his body.

"I'm so close!!" Bert moaned. He couldn't stand much more of this! "Oh, God, Carla, I'm so close!"

Carla's body was trembling with excitement and her juices had begun to trickle down her legs as she knelt with her lover's erection in her mouth. Suddenly, while it was deep in her mouth, the tip poking her throat, she felt it begin to spasm powerfully.

"Ahh!" Bert cried, his hips pumping, "Yes! Carla!"

The hot fluids burbling into her mouth surprised Carla, and at first she thought she was going to gag. Then because her mouth was full, she swallowed involuntarily and a sudden, sweet sensation vibrated through her. Then again! She was coming! She kept licking and sucking Bert's cock until it was limp and there was nothing left for her to taste. Letting it slide from her lips, she sank back on her knees and looked up at him.

"That was unbelievable!" Bert gasped, his chest heaving, his body weak from the powerful orgasm he'd experienced. She was so beautiful with her face slick with his juices! He bent, took Carla's hands, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

"You...you don't think I'm sick?" Carla said. She slid onto his lap and snuggled against him.

"I think you're wonderful," Bert replied. "I can't begin to tell you how fantastic you just made me feel."

Carla pressed more tightly against him. She was glad she'd tripped on that rug.

III.

The ringing phone startled both of them. They sat up and realized they'd dozed off in the chair. Both of them were a bit shaken. It was the first time the outside world had intruded since their passionate adventure began.

Carla slid off Bert's lap, walked over, and picked up the phone. "Hello...?" she said tentatively.

Bert watched her, holding his breath. "No, Mother, I'm fine," Carla said. Bert relaxed. "No, it's OK. Look, I'm getting things done I've wanted to do for ages...yes...it's sweet of you to offer, but I really am OK. Fine. See you then. I love you both. Goodbye."

She turned and smiled at Bert. "My mother," she said. "She thought I'd be lonely and wanted to know if she and my father should come over."

Bert went to her and took her in his arms. "I'm glad you're 'getting things done,'" he said and squeezed her.

"I need a shower," Carla said. She wriggled out of his embrace.

"Want company?" Bert asked.

"Sure," Carla replied and immediately felt a tingle spread through her body in response to Bert's suggestion. She and Mel used to shower together all the time when they were first married. Now... She turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Bert watched her go, observing with delight the way various parts of her body moved as she walked. Then, as she disappeared through the bathroom door, he followed. By the time he got there, Carla was already in the shower, steamy water cascading down on her body. Bert pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in, then stood ogling her.

"With the water on you like that, I think you're even more beautiful," he said.

Once again Carla felt herself flush. She handed him the washcloth. "Wash my back," she told him.

Bert did that and more. Soon they were covered with lather, hands gliding over again-excited bodies, re-kindling passion.

"This is terrible," Carla murmured. Her legs shaking, she leaned against him. "I can't be near you without getting turned on!"

Bert's hand was massaging the tip of one breast, sending jolts of pleasure into her. "Want me to stop?" he asked.

Carla grasped his erection. "You do, and I'll rip this off!" she told him, laughing softly.

Finally, they rinsed off and got out. Toweling each other dry did little to lessen their passion. If anything it grew more urgent.

"Come on," Carla took Bert's hand. "Let's go..."

"Why not here?" Bert said. He smiled, sat down on the toilet and pulled her to him, then guided her until she was astraddle his legs.

Carla looked down, saw his erection pointed right at her cunt, and felt giddy. "Not here..." she started to protest, but he pulled her down onto him and she felt his huge rod invade her. "Oh, Bert!" she groaned.

They clutched each other and rocked together, taking another rocket ride to nirvana. It seemed like they'd only been at it for seconds, yet Carla felt the now familiar tightening deep inside her. She was going to come! No, she was coming! "Bert! My God! My God! I'm there! Oh, baby! Come with me!" she cried.

"Yes, baby, yes!" he replied, and unloaded his spend into her.

Afterward they made their way to the bedroom, collapsed on the king-sized bed, and slept. Bert awakened first and brought Carla awake by suckling her breasts.

"Oh, God!! I don't believe this is happening. I-I want you again!" she groaned, writhing at his oral caress.

Bert paused from what he was doing and grinned at her. "I kind of hoped you would," he replied and promptly went back to making her crazy with his kisses.

Carla rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up, thrusting her beautiful bottom up in the air. "Uh...would, could we, ah, do it, ah, dog-style?" she asked. Another fantasy, another chance to act it out. Her soaking slit was thrust back, exposed to him, awaiting him, needing him, beckoning him. She felt the bed move as he got behind her, then gasped as he centered the tip of his cock in her opening, grabbed her hips, and drove himself home.

"Oh!" Carla moaned, once again under the spell of passion that seemed never-ending. She straightened her arms, raising herself, thrusting back at him. His hands slid up her side, then down, and she groaned in delight as he clasped her breasts.

"Oh, God!" she murmured. He was driving her wild all over again! Sensations ripped through her body, roaring in from her breasts, whose tips he milked, and her vagina, which his cock was plumbing so wonderfully. Inside her, the feelings met, mixed, and grew. Again and again, explosions of bliss shook her. She couldn't take much more! She knew she couldn't...

"Ah! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Again! I'm...I'm coming again!" she cried, her back arching, her hips slamming back against his. "God! I'm coming again! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God!"

"Carla! Carla!" Bert cried, his hands clutching her breasts, as his fluids boiled up and spewed into her.

Overcome, Carla collapsed on the bed, pulling Bert down with her, his softening penis trapped between the cheeks of her lovely ass. He kissed her neck, then rolled off. Carla snuggled against him, spoon-fashion.

"I won't be able to walk for a week after this," she giggled.

"There is a price to pay for passion," Bert replied, tickling her ear.

The phone rang and Carla reached for it. "Hello?" she said, very aware Bert had begun massaging one of her breasts. "Ah...no, Mary Lou, I'm fine," she replied to her friend's question. "I'm...enjoying this time...ah...a-alone." Excitement rippled through her as Bert rolled her onto her back and began kissing her breasts again. If only Mary Lou knew what was happening on this end of the phone! "No, really, Mary Lou...I'm...ah...fine." She pushed weakly at Bert, who now had both of her nipples standing at attention and tingling. Damn, it felt good! "I-I appreciate the offer, really...but...ah...I do want at...at least this week...end on my own!" She squirmed as Bert's hand slid across her belly and between her thighs.

"That...would be...greaaat!" she murmured as Bert slid a finger into her, his thumb moving to her clit. Her hips rose and fell on the bed as he thrust his hand into her.

"No..." she said, "I-I haaaadn't heard thaaaat."

Why couldn't Mary Lou just shut up and go away? Of all the times to want to gossip! Still, it was a kick having Bert making love to her while her unknowing friend babbled away on the other end of the phone.

Bert's lips were moving down her body now and thrills were moving up. Carla was quivering with need and found it hard to talk. Luckily, Mary Lou was telling her a long story about another girl they knew who was having an affair. If she hadn't been so distracted by what Bert was doing to her body, Carla might have laughed.

Bert's mouth found her pussy, his tongue probed inside her, then began licking and lashing her inflamed clit. Carla put her hand over the mouthpiece so her friend couldn't hear the groans of delight Bert's oral foray evoked.

"Oh, No, I'm going to come again!" Carla's mind screamed, but only a soft moan escaped her tightly pressed lips. Overpowering sensations caused her body to strain and twist as Bert's lips and tongue worked her though to still another shattering orgasm.

"OK...Mary...Lou...yes...caaall me...on Tuesday...and we'll haaaave...lunch," Carla said. She dropped the phone in the cradle and swatted weakly at Bert whose juice-soaked, smiling face looked up at her from between her legs.

Bert laughed, slid up next to her, and took her into his arms. "Can you imagine what Mary Lou would have done if she'd known what was going on?" he said.

"She'd have shit," Carla said, and dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Bert broke into laughter, too, and they roared until their silliness had run its course.

"You know," Carla said finally, her eyes glistening with tears of laughter, "today has been wonderful. No, that's not even close. Today has been incredible, fantastic, unbelievable!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Bert said. 

"It's been a fantasy fulfilled," Carla said. "It was like having all my sexual dreams come true in one day."

"All of them?" he asked.

"Well, there is the one about the one-eyed purple monster who ravishes me."

"You have any purple food dye?" he asked, smiling broadly.

"You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?" Carla said and kissed him. "I love that about you. In fact, I think I love you." The minute the words were out, Carla couldn't believe she'd said them.

Bert, serious, stared at her. "I love you, too," he said.




Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 02-03



The mutual admissions sobered them and they lay for a few moments looking at each other.

"Uh, does this mean things have to change?" Carla ventured. "I-I'm not planning to leave Mel. And...and I don't expect you to leave Audrey, why can't...?"

"Why can't we just enjoy this for what it is?" Bert said. "You speak well, lovely lady. You express my feelings exactly." He kissed her. "Now, seeing as how I've done such a good job of fulfilling your fantasies, how about feeding me?"

"Feed...?" Carla looked at the clock. "My God! It's seven o'clock! We made love right through supper!"

Carla got up and started for the door. Bert watched her go, enjoying her walk away from him once again. Just as she disappeared through the doorway, he called to her. "Carla, come back a minute, will you?"

"What?" She reappeared, walked to the bed, and sat down. Bert took her in his arms and kissed her.

Carla was puzzled. "What was that all about?" she asked.

"I wanted to see if you looked as good coming toward me as you do walking away," Bert told her. If anything, he'd found the front view better. Her small, perfect, unfettered breasts bobbed and danced endearingly as she walked.

"You're a certified nut!" Carla giggled. She punched him in the shoulder playfully, got up and again headed for the kitchen, thrilled by his open admiration of her body.

Using leftovers, she managed to put together a nice meal. 

Bert set the table and they sat down to eat.

"You know," he said, picking up a fork, "nudity does have advantages at mealtime."

"What do you mean?" Carla asked.

"You don't have to worry about getting stains on your clothes," he replied, grinning.

"You are a kook," Carla told him.



Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 04



"IS MEL AROUND?"

IV.

They ate and chatted about family things, enjoying their time together as if there were nothing extraordinary about the situation. Both of them were surprised how comfortable they'd become with their arrangement in the short time they'd been together.

After they cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Bert reached out, pulled Carla into his arms, and covered her lips with his. Her arms went around him, and once again his hands moved onto her bottom, pulling her against him. She loved it. The day had been so exciting she didn't want it to end. She leaned back in his arms and looked up at him.

"I don't want you to leave," she said softly. "Can you stay the night?"

"I was hoping you'd ask," Bert replied. "I don't want to go home, either."

"Only problem is," Carla said, "Mel will call."

"Can you handle that if I'm here?" Bert asked.

"As long as you keep your hands off me, I can," she replied and flashed a smile at him.

"Audrey plans to call me tonight, too," Bert said. "I'll beat her to it and call her. Mind if I use your phone?"

Carla nodded. Once again, reality was intruding on their world of sexual fantasy. She felt distanced from Bert and, as she watched him walk to the phone, for the first time she began to feel stirrings of guilt. She heard him talking to his wife and went into the bedroom. When he finished, she heard him coming down the hall.

Carla laid there, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. She was jealous of Audrey. She shouldn't be, but she was. Bert entered the room, the phone rang, and she picked it up. It was Bert's turn to wait as she talked to her husband. Finally, she put the phone down and looked at her lover. Bert sat on the edge of the bed, an odd look on his face.

"You OK?" he asked.

Carla nodded, pulled down the covers, and stretched out on the bed. "Come here," she said and patted the spot next to her. She needed to feel his body next to hers, to know he was there, to know what they had wasn't yet over. Bert joined her and she rolled atop him, her lips covering his, licking them, glorying as he returned her kiss.

Then his lips began to move over her body, along her throat, up the slope of a breast to a turgid nipple. Once more, exquisite sensations suffused her body as he gently nibbled the rubbery tip. She moaned softly as he licked through the valley between her breasts and up to the tip of the other nipple. A rush of pleasure rolled through her. It wasn't over! Not by a long shot!

"Will I ever stop being thrilled by your touch?" she asked, her throat tight.

"I hope not," Bert said, then resumed his caresses.

Carla was again electrified as Bert's lips and hands roamed her body. They left a trail of excitement everywhere they moved. Now he was caressing the silky softness of her belly, licking her navel. She groaned with joy as his mouth moved through the luxuriant thicket of curls at her very middle.

"Oh!" she moaned when his finger began an exploration of her seething vagina. "God! That feels so nice!"

Involuntarily her hips rose off the bed and wave after wave of joy cascaded over her as he thrust his finger in and out, in and out.

"Uhhh!" she cried, body arched, as he sucked her erect clit between his lips. His finger kept tempo with his sucking and the emotions she felt turned to ecstasy. Her body writhed and bucked and she felt herself begin to quiver.

She reached for Bert's erection, managing to twist her body so she could take him in her mouth without losing the delectable contact of his mouth on her pussy. Avidly, her mouth moved up and down the rigid pole. She felt it jump and pulse against her lips.

"Mmm!" Bert moaned into Carla's spasming cunt, the vibration of his moans adding to her pleasure. When he felt her lips encircle his cock, it surprised and pleased him. His body, too, was wracked by powerful sensations as they worked on each other in the traditional "69" position.

Carla felt the throbbing in Bert's penis that signaled impending orgasm and increased the urgency of her attentions to him. Then, suddenly, he exploded. She paused momentarily, then she began to swallow. It was wonderful, she thought, then the wonder of his coming paled and skyrockets began to explode in her brain as his tongue and fingers triggered her orgasm. His swollen cock, embedded in her mouth, stifled the moans which echoed through her brain while her body jolted and shook.

Bert couldn't believe it! He'd never had a blow-job before today, now he'd had two! And his cock was still hard!

He pulled it out of her mouth, quickly moved between her legs, and crammed his still-hard penis into Carla's still-convulsing vagina.

"Ohh!" Carla was startled, but thrilled by this new turn of events. "Yes! Oh...Bert! Yes!" she cried, her body quaking under his new onslaught.

Bert was pretty sure he couldn't come again, but hoped he could wring another orgasm out of his lover. He pushed himself up on his arms and thrilled at the view of her bouncing, bobbing breasts as he pounded his cock into her. Her face was slack and flushed with lust, her eyes glazed with passion.

Carla was incredulous. The orgasm triggered by his lips and tongue hadn't yet died out when he plunged his cock into her. Her body responded by climbing yet again toward an incredible peak! Her insides tightened, coiling like a spring, the feelings so good she didn't think she could stand any more.

"Ahh! Oh, God! Ohh!" Carla cried as yet another orgasm exploded through her. "God! I'm...I'm...I'm...Ah!...coming! Yeah! Bert! Bert!" Unbearably sweet pleasure filled her body, setting every nerve ending a-tingle. Then, as the explosions continued, everything went black.

Bert felt Carla's body go into violent spasms as her orgasm hit, then he felt her go limp and was frightened. He pulled his cock from her still-fluttering vagina and examined her closely. Her breathing was regular, her face peaceful, a soft smile curved her lips.

"I'll be damned!" he thought. "I think she passed out. I fucked her unconscious!" Carefully, he pulled the covers over them, turned out the light, snuggled against her, and then went to sleep. Exhausted, the two lovers slept the sleep of people who've had a fine, fulfilling, very satisfying day. All night they lay wrapped in each other's arms, content, satisfied, more sexually sated than either one had believed possible. The night closed in protectively, guarding them as they slept.



Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 05



"IS MEL AROUND?"

V.

V.

When Carla woke up it was daylight and something was poking her bottom. At first she thought it was Mel, then she remembered. Mel wasn't home. The man in bed with her was his best friend, Bert. Bert's hand slid over her, cupped her breast, and a rush of heat swept through her as he played with her nipple.

"Good morning," he said, nibbling at the back of her neck.

"Good morning yourself," she replied and pushed her bottom back at him. "What's that I feel?"

"My flagpole," Bert chuckled. "It comes up every morning when I'm in bed with a beautiful woman."

"I think I like that," Carla said and wriggled her bottom against his insistent organ.

Bert loved the way her soft bottom moved against him. He slid his hand down her side, bringing a soft moan from her, then he urged her leg back over his. As her leg moved back, his cock moved forward and, with no help from either of them, plowed between the puffy lips of her vagina into her willing body.

"Oh God!!!" Carla groaned, "that feels wonderful. You...could teach a...course in...Oh!...creative lovemaking!" She had no idea people could have sex in this position.

"I am," he said, "and you're the best student I ever had."

"Shut up and fuck me!" Carla said. She flexed her leg to pull him against her and his wonderful shaft again began sliding in and out of her quivering pussy. Soon her body was pressing back to meet his thrusts, passion rising. "Oh! Oh! Don't stop! Don't stop! That feels so good! Oh, darling, don't stop!" she cried as the familiar presence of his penis thrilled her as much as it had the first time they made love.

Another wonderful thing about this position, she quickly discovered, was that he could fuck her and suck her breast at the same time! God! Nothing she'd ever known had felt this good!

"Oh!" Carla cried, "My God! You're going to make me come again! Oh God, Bert! That feels so good! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Uhhh!" Her body jolted and shook with wild spasms of joy.

"Take it, baby! Take it!" Bert cried, spewing his cream into her pulsing tunnel.

"I've never been awakened more wonderfully," Carla told Bert after they finished.

"I'm not sure I have, either," he agreed.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Around ten," he replied. "Why?"

"Just wondering. You hungry?" she asked.

"Guess so," Bert said. He kissed her. "For you."

"You just can't stop being crazy, can you?" she laughed, getting out of bed. She walked to the door, stopped, and looked at him. "Coming?"

"I just did, thanks," Bert said, grinning broadly.

"You never stop, do you?" Carla asked. Chuckling, she walked out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

Bert followed her to the kitchen and sat down at the table. When the coffee was done, Carla set a cup in front of him.

"I love the way your breasts move when you do that," Bert said. He caressed one breast lightly, making her tremble.

"Do you ever think of anything but sex?" Carla asked in mock-exasperation.

"Not since I've been hanging around you," Bert said.

Carla got a cup of coffee for herself and joined him at the table. "I hate to bring this up," she said, "but when is Audrey getting home?"

"I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" he replied. "They're having some kind of big family confab tonight. She isn't leaving until morning."

"I suppose that means you'll be hanging around all day, bothering me," Carla said as she got up and carried her coffee cup to the sink.

Bert joined her, moving against her from behind, sliding his arms around and cupping her breasts. "Would you mind terribly if I did?" he asked.

"I'd mind terribly if you didn't!" she replied, wriggling her bottom against him.

"Want to go for a swim?" he suggested. There was an in-ground pool in their back yard.

"Like this?" Carla asked. "We're naked! What if somebody comes?"

"That will make it that much more exciting," Bert told her. He took her hand and tugged her toward the back door.

Carla still wasn't sure, but went along. The pool was hidden from their neighbors' view and she had thought about skinny-dipping once or twice, but never had the nerve to try. In fact, she'd never even been able to work up the courage to sunbathe naked. Now here she was, in broad daylight, going skinny-dipping with a man who wasn't her husband!

"Last one in is a rotten egg," Bert said. He released her hand and dove into the pool. "Come on in, scairdy cat," he said when he surfaced.

Feeling terribly self-conscious, Carla dove in, the cool water shocking her. She surfaced and Bert was there, pulling her into his arms, kissing her, the heat of his body warming her. His erect penis pressed against her leg. Suddenly she wanted to make love. Here! Now!

"Take me, Bert!" she said urgently. "Now!"

Bert was surprised by Carla's request, but was more than willing to comply. Leaning against the edge of the pool, he grabbed her ass, raised her, felt her warm hand guide his cock into her, then he lowered her onto his fleshy spear. Warmth flooded him as she sank down onto him.

"Oh God!" he gasped, "This is fantastic!"

"Yes! Baby, baby, yes!" Carla exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her legs behind his, her body striving against his. His cock lashed wildly inside her, giving her totally new and exciting feelings. "Wha?! Already! Oh, God! Oh, God! Now! Oh, Bert! Oh, Bert! Now! Take me! Take me! Oh...Bert...take me!"

Her quaking body generated waves on the calm surface of the pool as her orgasm roiled through her.

"Yeah!" Bert cried, "Take it, baby! Here it comes! Yeah!" He gripped her bottom, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, as his seed poured out of him.

Afterward, they stood in shoulder-deep water, pressed together, arms circling each other.

"What is it about you?" Carla asked. "Ever since we started this I've done things I never dreamed of doing before. It's...it's like you have a power over me that erases my inhibitions."

"What do you mean?" Bert asked, then he kissed her on the nose.

"I've never been able to give Mel a-a blow-job," Carla murmured. "I did it to you and...and I even liked it. I've never been in the pool naked before and certainly never made love in here. My God, we even made love on the toilet!"

"Are you sorry about any of it?" Bert asked.

Carla shook her head. "I wouldn't trade a second of the time we've had together for anything," she told him.

"You have any fantasies we haven't covered?" he asked.

"I-I don't know," she replied. "I'll have to give it some thought."

They got out of the water, dried themselves off, and went back in the house.

"How about a break?" Carla said. "Maybe watch a movie?"

"Have I tired the lady out?" Bert asked.

Carla nodded. "Yes, you have," she said and gave him a soft kiss. "The tapes are in that cabinet over there."

Bert looked over the tapes, picked one out, put it in the VCR, switched the machine on, then he joined Carla on the sofa. 

Snuggled together, they watched the movie, not talking much, content to be there with one another. Near the end of the movie, Bert felt Carla move in his arms.

"Bert..." Carla said, her voice was very soft.

"What, baby?" Bert asked.

"There is...something...a-a fantasy...something that's always..." she murmured. Then she paused and shook her head. "No...you'll think I'm...I'm perverted."

Bert pulled her onto his lap. "Nothing you could ask me to do would make me think you're perverted," he told her as he gently rubbed her back.

"Yes...yes you would," Carla said. She buried her face in his neck.

"Tell me," he insisted. "No way you're going to make me feel bad about you."

"Mel...and I...we...we were watching an X-rated tape one night and...and they...showed...ah...one of the girls...she was...the man who was doing it to her had put his...it was...in her...her rear end," she said. Again, she hid her face against him.

Bert took her face softly in his hands, made her look at him and covered her lips with his. The meaning of what she said struck him. Carla's fantasy was to be fucked in the ass! Thinking about it brought about new stirring in his groin. 

What she didn't know was he had the same fantasy! He continued kissing her and began to fondle her, knowing he was turning her on.

"Let's go in the bedroom," he suggested.

They got off the sofa and walked down the hallway. They lay down on the big bed and rolled into each other's arms, lips joining in still another passionate kiss.

"Roll on your belly," Bert urged Carla after the kiss ended. His hand glided over her wonderfully curved back, his touch feather-light and terribly stimulating.

"What...what are you going to do?" Carla asked, a little scared.

"I'm going to make you feel very good," Bert replied. "Relax."

The movement of his hand was relaxing, Carla realized, as it slid over the soft curves of her lovely back and rump. A couple of times she jumped when the caress became more of a tickle, but Bert continued patiently and slowly Carla felt need begin to let itself be known deep inside her.

"Oh! Lover!" she crooned. "You're making me feel so good again!"

She squirmed with delight as his caress moved to her buttocks, exploring the firm, rounded globes. His hand continued down the back of one thigh and up the other. Up and down his hand slid and, inside Carla's body, passion grew with every soft stroke. His hand delved between her thighs and she parted her legs, which tingled delectably from his incessant stroking.

"Oh!" she moaned as his hand slid up and fingers began to explore her vagina, probing, sliding between wetness-soaked lips, making her body jump and shake as rapture coursed through her. "You're...Ah!...making me crazy again!" she cooed.

His fingers slid through the moistness of her cunt, across the small expanse of skin separating vagina and anus, and began to circle her tight nether opening. Involuntarily, Carla's buttocks clenched. At the same time, Bert slid his other hand under her and began a circular motion on her clit. It drove her wild! Her body churned in blissful response to his caress.

Bert was equally excited as he watched her writhe, trapped in the throes of delight. Her hips moved up and down as his finger strummed passion's tune on her clit. He pressed his finger against her tight rear opening and, slowly, it opened, a little more of his finger slipping in with each wild movement of her hips. As her motions grew more and more frantic, his finger moved deeper and deeper into her. Once it was all the way in, he began to counter her thrusts with thrusts of his own. The dual assault was too much! Carla went wild!

"Ahh! Too good! That feels too good! I-I can't stand it! Oh! Coming! Bert! Ahh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Bert! Bert!" she screamed as her body bucked and shook.

Her movements were so wild Bert was afraid he'd lose contact with her but, somehow, he managed to hang on until at last she lay still, her body still fluttering as the last remnants of pleasure ran their course. Only when she was still did he pull his invading finger from her. Then he kissed her softly on the cheek, his hands sliding over her back.

"You did it!" she murmured, rolling on her side to face him. "All we've done, all the wonder you've given me. None of it was anything compared to what you just did for me! I thought I was going to fly apart!"

Another taboo had fallen and Carla was filled with wonder. She moved closer to Bert's warm body, her lips and tongue meeting his. His erection, the tip wet with pre-cum, slid up her belly, and suddenly she was filled with longing for one more experience. She clasped her hand around the hot, veined, club of flesh.

"I want this!" she said, "Back there, where your finger was!" She paused, stroking the magnificent purple-headed pole. "I want you to fuck me in the ass!"

She rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up under her as she'd done before, thrusting her ass brazenly into the air. "Now! Please, darling, take me there, now!" Carla murmured passionately. "Before I chicken out," she thought.

Bert didn't need urging. He got to his knees behind her and plunged his erection into her vagina.

"No!" Carla groaned her disappointment. "In the ass!!!"

"Need to get it wet," he said, "Don't want to hurt you."

He pulled out of her and, cock in hand, pressed the tip against her virgin opening. Slowly, he pressed forward, hands clasping her hips. Carla pushed back against him and felt her tiny opening spread as his penis plowed into her. 

Her ass was incredibly tight and the friction Bert experienced as his cock slid into it was almost unbearable. At the same time the sensations were unbelievably sweet and powerful.

"God!" Carla cried. "Too big! Ah! Hurts! Oh! Hurts! You're splitting me!" The pressure was so intense! It really did feel like he was splitting her open and there was pain! Still, she kept pushing herself back, becoming filled as she'd never been filled before.

Several times she didn't think she could take any more, wanted to tell him to stop, but didn't. Then she felt his legs press against hers. They'd done it! His cock was buried to the hilt in her ass!

"Fuck me now!" she said. "But do it slowly, please!"

Bert didn't move at first. He couldn't. The sensations caused by the incredibly tight clutch of her anus were so intense he was afraid he'd come if he moved. So he stayed still, buried deep in her until the initial rush of pleasure passed. Calmer, he slowly pulled out, then stroked in and out slowly, noticing as he did that each thrust seemed to go easier.

"Yes!" Carla gushed, exultant. They'd done it! He was fucking her ass! "That's it! Doesn't hurt! Feels good! Oh, God, does it feel good!"

Carla wouldn't have believed it possible anything could top what she felt when he finger-fucked her ass a short while earlier. She knew now she was wrong! As his big shaft slid in and out of her virgin anus, her body again began to quake with sensations wilder than any she'd felt before. She had no idea anything could feel this good! Then, suddenly, all those feelings welled up, reached a peak, and burst into kaleidoscope of sensations like nothing Carla had ever experienced before.

"Oh, damn! Oh, damn!" she cried, "I'm coming! I'm coming, Bert! Take me! Fill me! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"Take it! Oh, yeah, take it!" Bert screamed in reply, erupting powerfully into her, filling her bowels with his seed. "Oh, God! Carla! Carla!"

Their loins ground together, his prong probing deep inside her rectum, the wild feelings continued, then waned gradually until their pleasure was complete. Bert pulled his wilting cock from Carla's snug opening, she rolled to her side, and then he stretched out next to her and took her in his arms once more.

"There's...I can't find words to describe what you just did for me!" Carla said, kissing him again and again.

"Want to know something?" Bert said.

"What, my love?"

"In a manner of speaking, I took your virginity," he said.

Passionately, they kissed and, for a long time lay, sated, in each other's arms.



Pleasant Street Ch. 07 Pt. 06



"IS MEL AROUND?"

VI.

"I'm going to take a shower," Bert said. He kissed Carla, slipped reluctantly from her embrace, and headed for the bathroom. He'd just gotten the water temperature right when she joined him.

"Couldn't let you do this alone," Carla said. She slid her arms around him and their lips joined.

Bert thought that he'd reached sexual satiation, but, as Carla's wet skin moved against his, he realized he was wrong. His penis began to swell. "God...damn!" he said.

"What's the matter?" Carla asked, looking concerned.

"You're turning me on again!" Bert told her.

Carla looked down, saw what was happening, and grasped his cock in her hand. "I guess I am, aren't I?" she said. She sank to her knees and put him in her mouth.

Bert groaned and leaned against the wall of the shower as Carla's lips worked magic on him, launching exquisite sensations, which bounced around inside him like ping-pong balls; building, growing. He was so hot he couldn't understand why steam wasn't coming from him when the cascading water touched him.

"Carla!" he groaned. He was getting too close. He loved it when she sucked him, but he didn't want that now! He pulled her to her feet. "I want you!"

"How?" Carla asked. She was puzzled. They'd have to get out and dry off. They couldn't get in bed wet like this.

"Bend over," Bert told her, his voice thick. "Like so." He showed her what he wanted and she did it, feeling his body brush hers as he moved behind her.

"Oh God! Another new experience!" Carla thought as he moved close behind her, his cock slapping the cheeks of her graceful bottom. "What is he going to do this time?" she wondered She gasped as his rigid pole slid into her and felt ecstasy flutter through her. How was she ever going to get along without having him? They'd been fucking and sucking constantly since he arrived and neither of them seemed able to get enough! At least she couldn't! What was she going to do when things returned to normal?

Bert, meanwhile, looked at the beauteous woman he'd impaled and passion continued to rush over him as he thrust into her. She was so beautiful! He reached over, took the soap and got one of his fingers all lathery, then began to tickle her exposed anus, probing it, teasing it.

Carla went wild. "Bert! Ah! What...? Oh God! That feels so lovely!" she wailed when his finger probed at her rear opening, then entered her. Another new experience was hers, the thrill of being double-fucked! The sensations were intense! Too intense!

"Oohh!" Carla wailed as rapture overwhelmed her and she exploded! 

"I'm coming!" she cried. "Bert! Bert! Yes! Oh, Bert! Yes! Do it! Do it! Yes! Don't stop! Oh, God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Gahh!" Bert cried as he, too, came, spilling his juices into her, riding out ecstasy with her, his cock and finger driving into her.

Somehow they managed to finish their shower. They dried themselves off, and went back to the living room. Both of them were sated so they decided to watch another movie. They did just that cuddled together on the sofa. When the film ended Bert turned and looked at Carla.

"It...it's not going to be easy to go home in the morning," he said.

"I don't want you to," Carla replied. "But I know you have to. It's going to be terribly lonely with you gone. Maybe I'll go to my folks' after all."

She pressed against him, as if trying to meld their bodies together. "What have we started?" she asked.

"Up to now, something wonderful," Bert said. "Only it seems like there's a painful side to it, too."

"I know," Carla replied. "I...I don't know if I could stand it if I thought I'd never have all this again. Or even a small part of it."

"I know," Bert said and kissed her. "Thing is, this is going to be our last night together for a while and I'd like to spend it in bed." He got up, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom.

Carla wasn't sure why, but she found his action quite special. In the room, he laid her on the bed, then he laid down next to her. There seemed to be a shared awareness that, somehow, this time would be different.

Bert's lips covered Carla's and her lips and tongue moved urgently against his. His hands slid over her body, his touch once more startlingly tender. Again, Carla felt her body begin to come alive. This time was different somehow. There was less urgency, less intensity. There was, however, caring and warmth.

"I sure am going to miss this," Bert said, his hand cupped Carla's breast, teasing a nipple. "But I'm not sure we'd be productive citizens if we kept up this pace for the rest of our lives."

"It's a nice dream, isn't it?" Carla replied. Then, "Ah! Bert!" His lips captured a nipple and sucked it.

He pushed her onto her back and lay atop her, his erection sliding between her legs, caressing her steaming cunt. He didn't move for a while, he just lay there enjoying the warmth radiating into him from her. It felt so good!

Carla liked this. She liked having him on top of her. She adored the way his cock teased her cunt. She moved her hips in invitation.

Bert raised himself, grasped his cock, and guided it into her. God, she felt heavenly! Her legs locked behind his and again he lay down on her.

"Damn, it's wonderful being in you!" he said. Then, holding her against him, he rolled on his side. Joined, they lay face-to-face, their bodies moving languidly, inducing soft, gentle waves of sweetness that tenderly infused their bodies.

"This is marvelous," Carla replied, thrilled as her body filled with warm sensations. Every time they made love it was different. Most of the times it had been wild and exciting and they'd shared a level of bliss she had no idea existed.

Now they were again making love. Only this time it wasn't frantic, wasn't wild, wasn't a maelstrom of passion. It was peaceful and loving. She sensed that although this session might not end in a mind-numbing cataclysm, it would be the most memorable joining of their time together. This was the special one, the one they would treasure.

Bert kept up his slow, steady stroking, and he, too realized this time was different; more wonderful than any that had gone before. His urgency began to increase so he lay still, hands stroking her.

"Why did you stop?" Carla asked.

"Don't want this to end, yet," Bert replied.

"I love you," Carla said.

"I love you, too," Bert replied. His lips covered hers and once again his hips began moving.

Twice more Bert paused in his lovemaking, cooling them down, drawing out what might well be their final joining. Each time he did it, he realized his passion was building to an explosive level that could not long be denied.

"Take me!" Carla urged, pulling at him with her hands. "I need you! Please! Make me come!"

Then Bert's body opened up and his hunger would be denied no longer. His body, filling with new and wondrous feelings, emptied his juices powerfully into his lover. "Now! Carla! Now!" Bert cried as he clutched her ass and drove against her. "Come, baby! Oh, ye! Come! Come!"

"Take me! Take me! Yes!" Carla cried as she joined him in ecstasy. "Yes! Now! Now! Yes! Oh, yes!"

Carla's orgasm was like no other she'd shared with him and she clung to him as the beautiful experience ran its course. Afterward, they slept, and too quickly the alarm rang, signaling the end of their utopian weekend and the return of real life. They got up, showered, and dressed. Neither of them seemed to know what to do or say. Both of them felt odd being clothed for the first time in two days and acted almost as self-conscious as they had when they first went nude.

They walked to the door so Carla could take Bert back to his car. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Don't go to your parents," he said.

"Why?" Carla asked.

"I-I can probably get away a couple of nights this week," he said. "Audrey has meetings at least three nights."

"Is...is that the way it's going to be for us?" Carla asked. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Clandestine meetings, sneaking around, none of it appealed to her. On the other hand, she couldn't imagine going without what they'd had.

"I love you," he told her. "I-I'll leave Audrey if you want."

Carla shook her head. "No, you...you can't do that," she said. "It wouldn't be right."

"What then?" Bert asked. "I...I have to see you. I'll go crazy if I can't."

Carla smiled at him. "I thought you said Audrey had meetings three nights this week," she said softly.

Bert kissed her again.

"Mel has another one of these week-long seminars coming up in September," she whispered, clinging to him.

"I'll see if I can talk Audrey into going to her folks for the week, then," Bert said. He smiled. "A week together would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"It would be heaven!" Carla said.



Pleasant Street Ch. 08



Chapter 8: High School Class Reunion

Hank Silvers grew up on Pleasant Street and attended the local high school. He was kind of a nerd in high school and didn't have a lot of success with girls in those years. He moved away a long time ago and has become very successful since. I hear he's coming back this year for his class reunion at the local high school. Rumor is that his wife isn't coming with him, either.

Rosalie Timmons still lives on Pleasant Street. Back in high school Hank had a crush on her. He invited her to the prom once, but she turned him down for the guy she eventually married.

While Hank has become a successful businessman and is happily married, Rosalie's marriage isn't doing well. Her husband drinks too much and is abusive, and she feels stuck. She and her husband are going to the reunion, too.

Rosalie and Hank haven't seen each other in twenty years. Rosalie hasn't changed very much, but Hank's changed a lot. 

What will happen when they run into each other again after all this time?

Rosalie hasn't thought about Hank since they graduated. Hank remembers her fondly from time to time. In fact, he's been hoping she'll be there.

I went to the same high school and I was in their class, so I was at the reunion. Hank got lucky. He and Rosalie wound up sitting at the same table. They danced a lot. What happened afterward is anybody's guess, but...

I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN YEARS!

Hank pulled into the parking lot of the club where the reunion banquet was being held. He wished his wife could have come along, but she had that meeting and it was important, so he decided to go without her. He hadn't been to a reunion in a long time. He made the first couple, hadn't been impressed, so he skipped the last three. As a result, he hadn't seen most of his classmates in years. He'd attended college in a far-away state and settled there after finishing his degree. Few people in his old hometown knew what he did for a living, or even remembered him, for that matter.

A few people walking into the hall looked familiar. Some of them looked at him, puzzled, not sure who he was. That didn't surprise him. He'd been a pudgy kid in school, but he'd trimmed down and was now solid and looked good in the expensive three-piece suit he wore. There weren't any other Mercedes in the parking lot, either. Hank had done well for himself.

He got out of the car and walked into the hall, drawing more puzzled looks. Spying an empty chair at a nearby table, he walked over.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked the attractive blonde sitting across the table from him.

"No, please, have a seat," the blonde said. She smiled at him and studied his face, obviously trying to figure out who he was.

"Rosalie," he said, "You're Rosalie Timmons."

"It used to be. It's Burger now," Rosalie replied. She studied him and he could see questions in her look.

"You married Ed Burger," Hank said, enjoying her puzzlement.

"Yeah, she did," the sloppy big man sitting next to the blonde said. His eyes were bloodshot, his movements sluggish. Hank surmised Ed Burger had a drinking problem. "Who the hell are you?"

"Ed..." Rosalie protested.

"Hank," Hank said. "Hank Silvers."

"I'd never have guessed," Rosalie said, giving him an appraising look. "You've changed."

"Health club membership and a busy schedule melt the pounds off in no time," Hank replied.

"Hank Silvers?" Rosalie's husband muttered and looked at Hank blankly. "Who the fuck is Hank Silvers?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes and her face reddened. She was obviously embarrassed by her husband's remark. "Don't you remember him?" she said. "He was in my class."

"Nah!" the big man said and lurched out of his chair. "I gotta get more beer." Unsteadily he lumbered toward the bar.

"Where's your wife?" Rosalie asked, "Or aren't you married?"

"She had a previous engagement," Hank explained. "I'm on my own tonight."

"That's too bad," she said.

"I'll survive," Hank told her. "You know, you've changed, too."

Rosalie smiled. "How? Have I gotten older and wrinkled?" she asked.

Hank shook his head and smiled. "No," he said. "You're more beautiful than I remembered."

His compliment brought a delightful flush to Rosalie's lovely face. He had a crush on her in high school and thought she was pretty then. If anything, she was prettier now. Life with Ed might not have been good, but it hadn't damaged her looks.

"You weren't this smooth when we were in high school," Rosalie said.

"I took lessons," Hank replied.

Ed came lurching back across the floor, a pitcher of beer in his hand. Hank was surprised that, in spite of the big man's unsteady gait, very little beer got spilled. Ed put the pitcher on the table and collapsed into his chair so hard Hank was surprised it didn't collapse. He poured himself a glass of amber liquid, drank most of it in one swallow, then he belched loudly.

"Ed!" Rosalie exclaimed. She flushed and looked exasperated.

"Hey, cool it, woman! Only came to thish damn thing 'cause you kept buggin' me," her husband grumbled. "Goddamit, let me have a good time. Ol' Hank, here, unnerstan's, doncha, Hank?"

Hank smiled wanly and nodded. "It is a wonderful night for celebration, isn't it?" he said.

"Damn straight!" Ed said and refilled his glass.

The meal was served and they ate. Ed said little, shoveled food into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in weeks and washed it down with lots of beer. By the time the tables were cleared, Ed's massive head was bobbing on his shoulders, and his eyes were glazed. Much more beer and he'd be unconscious.

While they were eating, a band set up on the stage. The class officers handed out various awards, then music began. "Ed," Hank said, "would you mind if I dance with your wife?"

"Nah!" Ed replied and made a gesture with his hand. "Go ahead. It'll keep her from buggin' me. 'Long as I've got enough beer, I'm happy." He belched again.

Hank stood up and extended a hand to Rosalie. "Would you do me the honor of this dance?" he asked.

Rosalie nodded and stood. Hank observed that her figure was as slim and lithe as he remembered. She took his arm and they walked to the dance floor. Then she was in his arms, and they were moving around the floor.

"Thank you for asking," she said. "It's been a long time since I've danced."

"You dance well" Hank told her. He was acutely aware of how close she pressed against him. Her warmth and the sweet perfume she wore tantalized him. The movement of her body under his hands as they glided around the floor stirred tension in his groin. His erection kept getting harder and harder as her body brushed his.

"Just like a teen-ager!" he thought. "I'm acting just like I did back in high school." Unlike those early years when he tried to hide his excitement from his partner, Hank made no effort to conceal his growing tumescence. As his penis grew and swelled, he continued holding her close, pressing her body against his.

Rosalie felt Hank's erection brush her leg and a shudder of delight went through her. It had been quite a while since she'd been sexually satisfied. Ed wasn't up to it since his drinking had gotten so bad. She thought back to their high school years. One year Hank asked her to the prom. She turned him down for Ed. What would her life have been like if she'd made the other choice? She moved closer to Hank, excitement growing inside her.

"You know," she whispered, "I should have accepted your invitation to the prom."

"Oh?" Hank said. He knew what she was talking about, but wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Don't you remember?" she asked. "You asked me to go with you and I said I couldn't. I-I was waiting for Ed to ask me. I-I think now I should have gone with you."

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be," Hank said. "Sometimes things have to wait for the time to be right."

Rosalie wasn't sure what to make of his comment. Was he suggesting there was a possibility of more to this night than dancing? She trembled softly and moved closer into his arms.

They danced almost every dance, especially the slow ones, and all too soon the evening was over. They walked back to the table, arms around each other's waists. Both of them felt regret the evening was ending.

"Oh, damn!" Rosalie said. Hank was asleep at the table, his head pillowed on folded arms. How was she going to get him home?

"Why don't I give you a hand?" Hank suggested. "I don't think you'll be able to manage him yourself."

"Thank you," Rosalie replied. "You're a life saver."

Together they managed to get Ed into his car. He was only vaguely aware he was being moved.

"How are you going to manage when you get home?" Hank asked.

"I'll manage somehow," Rosalie said. Actually, she had half a mind to let the big jerk sleep it off in the car.

"Why don't I follow you home and give you a hand?" Hank said. "I don't have anything else to do except go back to my motel room."

Warmed by the thought of being with Hank longer, Rosalie gladly accepted his offer. "I'd love the help," she said gratefully.

At Rosalie's house they managed to get Ed in, upstairs, and safely ensconced in bed. That done, Hank and Rosalie went downstairs.

"Thank you," Rosalie said. "I'm not sure what I'd have done without your help."

"Glad to be of service, milady," Hank replied and bowed.

"Would you like a cup of coffee...or a drink?" Rosalie asked. She didn't want him to leave. "I-I had a lovely time tonight, mostly because of you. I-I'm really glad you came."

"Why don't you and I get a drink somewhere?" Hank suggested.

"Nothing will be open this late," Rosalie said.

"There's one place we could go," Hank said and dangled his room key.

"Yes!" Rosalie replied. She moved into his arms and their lips met. Delicious feelings flooded her, making her weak. She wanted him and believed he wanted her, too! It sure felt that way when he pressed against her!

In the car on the way to Hank's motel, Rosalie felt giddy, like a teen-ager on her first date. "I-I've never ridden in a Mercedes before," she said nervously.

"Like it?" Hank asked.

She nodded. "I...ah...I guess I could get used to it," she told him. "It's a very nice car."

Hank pulled into the parking lot of a large, expensive motor lodge, drove to his room, and parked.

Rosalie was impressed. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't asked him what he did for a living. Whatever it was, it obviously paid well.

Suddenly panic swept over her. What would he think of her, acting the way she was? What did his wife look like? What kind of lover would he be? Why had she done this? What if...if he was planning some kind of revenge for her turning him down for the prom?


"You all right?" Hank asked, noting her discomfiture.

Rosalie nodded.

"I can take you home, if you'd like," Hank said.

Rosalie shook her head and opened the door. It was too late to turn back now.

Hank slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to his room. He felt her trembling and realized how nervous she was. He wasn't exactly a rock of strength. He'd never cheated on his wife. Why was he about to do so now? He fumbled his key out of his pocket, opened the door, and led his attractive former classmate inside.

"Ah...do you, um, really want a drink?" he asked after he closed and locked the door.

"No," Rosalie said. She walked over to him and put her hands on his hips.

"Me, either," Hank told her. He pulled her into his arms and his lips covered hers.

Heat flashed through Rosalie as feelings that had lain dormant too long re-awakened. Her mouth opened and her tongue stabbed into Hank's mouth. His tongue met it and their oral digits dueled. Rosalie's legs went weak.

The kiss over, Rosalie leaned back in Hank's arms and looked into his eyes. She was having a hard time getting her breath. His look was tender and he gently stroked her face with his fingers. The gesture only added to the roaring sensations of passion that threatened to overwhelm her.

His hand moved down and caressed the skin of her shoulders and throat, exposed by the low-cut top of the dress she wore.

"Ah!" she murmured. "That feels heavenly!"

"I'm glad," Hank replied. "I've wanted to touch you since I first saw you tonight." His hand plunged into the neck of her dress and cupped one of her breasts.

Rosalie was sure she was going to faint as wild, sweet, sensations caused her stomach to churn. She hoped he wouldn't think badly of her body. She was over forty and had borne children, but she worked hard to retain her shape. She occasionally caught men eyeing her when she wore jeans. Still, Ed didn't want her much. On the other hand, Hank was turned on; maybe she was still attractive! What Hank was doing to her breast felt so good!

Hank was thrilled by Rosalie's reaction to his touch. It seemed she was as hot for him as he was for her! "You really are beautiful!" he whispered.

His words thrilled Rosalie. She wanted him to want her! The hand massaging her breast felt so good! It had been so long - too long - since she'd felt like this! She needed to be made love to! Badly!

"Oh! Yes!" Rosalie heard the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth.

Hank's hand slid out of her dress; went to the back and undid the zipper. He pushed the loosened garment over her shoulders, exposing her bra-covered breasts. The dress fell softly, noiselessly, to the floor. Hank stroked Rosalie's arms, his hands moving over her shoulders and down again onto her arms. Her breasts - small, but firm - were cradled in a low-cut bra that fastened in front. Her erect nipples pressed against the sheer silken fabric.

It was really going to happen! Rosalie felt craving blossom deep in her body as Hank undressed her. No man except Ed had seen her naked in years! What would he think of her body? His hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the bra, making her suck in her breath as pleasure coursed through her.

"Oh! Oh...Godddd!" she moaned, trembling, "God, that feels good!" She was afraid her legs wouldn't hold her any more.

Hank undid the clasp of her bra and her breasts were freed, sagging only slightly, bared to his avid gaze, large nipples straining outward, even the areolas swollen with passion.

"I-I'm...afraid...I'll...fall," Rosalie stammered, "my legs...they're...they're shaking too much!"

Hank put his arms around her and led her to the bed, lowered her onto it, then he removed his clothes. Rosalie watched him, chest heaving, her insides fluttering. Then, as naked as she, he was on the bed next to her, arms sliding around her, lips seeking hers. She turned into him, and felt his hands glide up her bare back.

Lust blotted everything else out of Rosalie's mind! She shivered as Hank's hands stroked her, then her head rolled back, her face a mask of passion, as his lips and tongue began to work on her breasts.

"Nice! Oh God, Hank! That feels so nice!" she cooed as his mouth worked on her, building her exhilaration to startling levels. She'd never felt this good just from having her breasts sucked! If she didn't know better, she'd think she was going to...

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried as suddenly, she experienced an explosion of delight. "Oh, God! Oh, God! My God, I'm coming! Hank! Hank! Yes!" Her hands clutched his head and her body twisted and turned as spasm after spasm of delight jolted through her. Finally she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving.

Hank was startled when Rosalie came. He had no idea a woman could reach orgasm from having her breasts sucked! He moved up next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. He slid his hands down her belly and removed her panty hose. She was totally nude now. The nest of blonde pubic hair where her slim, strong legs joined her body told him she was a true blonde. Her belly, soft, and rounded, showed a faint pattern of stretch marks. Not perfect, maybe, but Hank found it absolutely wonderful to look at. He kissed the soft skin of her stomach.

Rosalie's eyes popped open when his lips touched her belly. Then his hand began to slide over her legs, each caress re-building passion that had only been partially dampened by her just-completed orgasm. In the middle of rolling wave after rolling wave of delight, Rosalie realized his lips were moving downward toward her center, to her aching vagina. It had been so long since she'd been eaten!

His tongue parted her soaking wet labia and her hips rose off the bed, pressing her tighter against his mouth. 

Startled, she realized she was about to lose control again... "Again! Oh...Jesus! Again! My God! My God! I'm coming again!" she cried. Her body squirmed frantically while Hank's lips and tongue continued mauling her vagina. "Hank! Oh, Hank! Eat me! Yes! Eat me!"

After her orgasm passed, Rosalie was acutely aware that she'd had two orgasms and Hank hadn't had any. She took him into her arms and kissed him.

"What about you?" she asked. "You've made me feel so good. What about you?"

"I want you," he replied softly.

"Take me! Please! Take me!" the lovely blonde begged. Despite all the bliss she'd enjoyed, she was still turned on! She wanted him!

Hank rolled atop her, kissing her, feeling her rigid nipples press into his chest. Her smooth legs parted and locked behind his. His erection, trapped between them, pressed against her belly.

Having him on her was wonderful, Rosalie thought. And the cock pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach felt huge! Her belly felt as if there were a million hyper-active butterflies in it! She wanted him in her! She needed him in her!

"Please! I want you in me! Please don't make me wait!" she begged.

Hank lifted his hips and the rigid shaft slid down between her needing, damp, lips. He felt her warmth against the tip of his cock and pressed downward. Tremors shook both their bodies as the wedge-shaped head parted her and slid into her slick, yearning opening.

"Yes! Yes!" Rosalie groaned. "Give it to me!!! Put it in me!"

Hank was surprised how tightly her pussy clutched him as he forced his way into her. "God, you're tight!" he exclaimed.

Rosalie had no doubt now that he found her exciting. What he was doing thrilled her from her toes to the roots of her hair! She pushed her hips up off the bed, welcoming him deeper into her body until she felt his pubic hair mingling with hers. He was in her, all the way!

"God! I need that so much!" she groaned. "Don't stop! Oh! Please! Don't ever stop!"

Hank began to drive into her and she rose to meet him! He gave her thrills and she returned them! Rosalie couldn't recall ever feeling as good as she did at that minute!

"Feels so good! Oh! So...so good! Yes! Yes! I'm so close! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She heard herself babbling, but couldn't stop. The sensations she was feeling were much too wonderful!

Hank couldn't believe how good she was making him feel, and his own excitement mounted toward the peak of bliss. Her cunt was so tight! The walls of that snug cave of flesh rippled, the wave-like movements milking him.

"Oh!...Oh!...Oh, God!...Oh, God!" Rosalie cried out and her body suddenly went crazy. "Don't...stop! No!...never...stop! Yes! So...good! Yes! Yes! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Hank's rode his partner's bucking body as the throes of her orgasm caused it to strain and twist under him with surprising strength. The clasping action of her vagina sucked his orgasm from him.

"Now! Take it!" he cried as his sticky sauce burst from him, in powerful orgasm-induced spurts.

Overwhelmed by what they'd shared, they lay in each other's arms, resting.

"My God!" Rosalie said softly. "I can't remember ever feeling like that! You're wonderful!"

Hank kissed her. "You aren't so bad yourself," he said.

They snuggled together and since the hour was late and they both were tired, they dozed off, not really intending to.




Pleasant Street Ch. 08



Rosalie awoke first, confused to find herself in a motel room with Hank and that it was daylight. At first she was frightened about what her husband's reaction would be, then she decided it didn't matter what Ed thought. She'd taken all she was going to take of his drunken boorishness. She'd missed too much in life and she intended to miss no more! A divorce wasn't such a bad thing. The kids were grown and out of the house now, so she didn't have to worry about them. For once, she was going to worry about herself!

Smiling, she looked at Hank, still lying there dead to the world. Not wanting to wake him, she pulled the covers off his naked body. She wanted to see the instrument that had given her so much pleasure the night before.

There it was, lying limp against his leg.

"It's so small when it's soft!" she thought. Carefully, not wanting to waken Hank, she took the limp organ in her hand ever so gently, then bent and kissed it. As she did, it jumped, then it began to swell. Excitement flooded her and, without thinking, she took it into her mouth.

Hank awakened when Rosalie pulled down the covers, but didn't let her know. He hadn't expected what was coming, though, and almost jumped off the bed when she grabbed his penis. When she put it in her mouth, he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. As Rosalie sucked it, his cock grew harder, fuller, longer.

Hank's cock continued to swell in her mouth and Rosalie's insides began churning. She considered letting him come in her mouth, then decided she wanted to have his magnificent cock in her pussy again. She turned, positioned herself over him, and impaled herself on it.

"Hi...there," Hank said, finally, "Don't stop!"

"I...Oh, Jesus!...I....Oh!...I won't," Rosalie replied, rocking her hips, riding him. Beautiful sensations blasted through her.

Hank watched her flushed face, her bobbing breasts. It felt so good! He cupped the dangling globes of flesh on her chest and thumbed the distended tips.

Rosalie was ecstatic. It was going to happen again! She was on her way to another fantastic orgasm! She needed loving so bad! Her hips moved faster and faster. It was going to happen... "Darling! Oh, darling! Yes! Yes! I-I need...it so....much!...Yes! I'm coming! Yes! I'm coming!" she shrieked her pleasure as her body vibrated with orgasm.

"Unn! Ahh!" Hank groaned, pumping his hot white fluid into her again while pleasure rushed through him like a spring flood.

Afterward they lay wrapped in each other's arms, sated. Hank kissed her. Rosalie saw that he looked concerned.

"You've been out all night," Hank said, "Are you going to be in any trouble when you get home?"

"I don't care," Rosalie replied. "I deserve better than what Ed's willing or able to give me. My life's going to change, starting today."

"Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"If you want to," she said. "Ed's probably gone to work by now."

"This was the most wonderful reunion I've ever had," Hank said. He kissed her again.

"Does that mean I won't see you for another five years?" Rosalie asked.

Hank looked at her, very serious. "I'm not sure I can wait that long," he asked.

Rosalie moved against him, and their lips met.



Pleasant Street Ch. 09 Pt. 01



DREAM GIRL

Occasionally a man finds a girl especially attractive for some reason. I'm not talking about a movie star or centerfold, I mean a real girl, one he sees in a store or on the street. Maybe he even gets to talk with her and manages to strike up an acquaintance.

What would happen if his fantasies get out of control and he begins to feel he'd sell his soul for just one night with his dream girl. Maybe he becomes a little obsessed with her and goes so far as to find out all he can about her. He does this, even though he knows she's hardly aware of his existence, that he's just the man who comes in the store to rent videos now and again. He knows she never thinks about him with the same fervor he thinks about her.

But, occasionally, fate steps in when you least expect it. Maybe, due to a fluke, the situation changes. An opportunity for more than casual contact presents itself. What would happen in a case like that? What would a man do if he had an opportunity to spend an evening alone with a girl he's obsessed with?

I happen to have had just such a fantasy girl. I frequently stop at the video rental store where she works to pick up tapes. I don't really want them, I just wants to see her. Not to long ago, when my wife was away and I was feeling lonely, I thought seeing her would make me feel a little better.

I had no idea what was going to happen, that the night would turn out to be far more than I ever dreamed it would. Things like that didn't happen to me. Well, not often, anyhow. There was the thrilling night Katy Truro came over to my house, but I figured that was a fluke. Until that night when I was lonely and at loose ends and I stopped to rent a video.

The reason some sections of the following story are italics is that they are drawn from things the young lady who plays such an important part in it told me later. Always the writer, I kept notes on them and used them when I wrote this story together. Hopefully, having her insights will make the story more entertaining.

YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?

I.

I stopped at the video store to pick up a couple of videotapes. At least that's what I told myself. I was really stopping so I could see her. I knew I was being silly. I'm a grown man, but I was acting like a teen-ager with his first crush. The thing was, I didn't care. It was worth it to get a chance to see her, maybe to have a short conversation with her.

There were no other customers in the shop. That was nice. She was behind the counter, with her head down, and didn't look up when I came in. That was odd. Usually, I get a bright smile and pleasant, "Hi."

I found two tapes that looked interesting and took them to the counter.

The lissome clerk looked up and smiled wanly. "Hi," she said. She took the tapes and began filling out the rental slip.

"You look down tonight," I said. "Are you OK?"

She stopped writing, her head still down, and I saw tears drip onto the keyboard of the computer she used to record rentals. Her shoulders began shaking and she sobbed quietly.

It bothered me that she was upset and I wondered if there was something I could do to help. "If you need someone to talk to," I ventured hopefully, "I'm a good listener."

She took a deep breath, seemed to get herself under control, and looked up at me, smiling faintly. "Ah, I-I can't have, you know, people hanging around," she said softly. "The boss doesn't like that."

My heart was pounding. It sounded like she might be willing to talk with me, but not there. Somewhere else, perhaps? It was late, so I decided to take a chance. "Maybe I-I could buy you a cup of coffee after work?" I suggested.

The clerk looked unsure at first, then she shrugged and said, "OK, sure, why not?"

Barely able to control my excitement, I asked, "What time do you get off?"

"About 10:30," she replied. "I close the store at ten, and I usually lock up by 10:30...unless someone comes in real late."

"I'll see you then," I told her. Forcing myself to contain my excitement, I took the tapes I'd rented, walked out, got in my car, and headed for my home, more excited than I'd been in a long time. She'd agreed to let me buy her a cup of coffee! My dream girl, the one I'd had so many fantasies about! In less than an hour I'd be having coffee with her!

As I thought about her, I got more and more excited. She's slim and very pretty. Her light brown hair forms a wild, curly mane framing her exquisitely pretty face. Her bosom isn't large, and I've always believed she's self-conscious about that because she always wears loose-fitting tops. Her ass, in my opinion, is her best feature. The tight jeans she usually wears display its perfect shape extremely well. That was what attracted me to her in the first place. She has the nicest ass I've ever seen!

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The young lady at the video store was finishing up the evening's paperwork and getting the bank deposit ready. As she worked, she had second thoughts about the date she'd just made. The guy she said she'd go out for coffee with did come into the shop a lot. He was a lot older than she was, maybe old enough to be her dad. He seemed nice enough, but he could be some kind of weirdo. Maybe he was an axe-murderer or something. She shrugged. Her life was such a mess, what difference would it make if he was an axe-murderer? If he killed her, he'd be putting her out of her misery.

"What the heck," she remarked to the empty store. "Why not?"

Her boss arrived at 10:20 and they closed the store. They locked up and walked to their cars. She looked around. Her "date" wasn't there.

"What's up?" her boss asked. "Waiting for someone?"

She nodded. "I, ah, kinda have a date," she said.

"Want me to stick around until he comes?" the boss asked.

"No, it's all right. I'll wait in my car a few minutes," she told him. "Maybe something came up." She almost hoped something had come up and the man wouldn't show. She was really feeling weird about this. After all, other than talking with him when he came in to rent videos, she didn't know anything about him.

**********

That very minute, I was driving rapidly toward the store, afraid if I was late, she wouldn't be there when I arrived.

My heart began pounding when I wheeled into the parking lot and saw her car. Suddenly, it was very hard for me to breathe and my hands were shaking.

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She saw the car pull in. At first she was afraid, then the door opened and he got out. He'd come after all. Whatever was going to happen, he was here, and she was committed to at least having a cup of coffee with him. She opened the door of her car and got out.

**********

"Sorry I'm late," I apologized. "I-I lost track of time." Actually, I'd been pacing and watching the clock. Then I got behind some damn slow driver when I was on my way to meet her...

"That's OK," she said. "I just got done."

"You want to take your car or ride with me?" I asked. I hoped fervently she'd agree to come with me.

"I guess my car will be all right here," she said.

We walked to my car and I held the door so she could get in. Then I went around and got behind the wheel, started the car, and drove off.

My heart was hammering so hard I was sure she must be able to hear it. I didn't seem able to breathe properly, either, and my hands continued to shake. "Any place in particular you'd like to go?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"How about the truck stop down in Riverdale?" I suggested. "They're open twenty-four hours."

She smiled at me and nodded.

"So," I said, "you want to tell me what's making you so sad?"

"I don't know...I shouldn't bother you with it," she replied.

"I'm a good listener."

"Well..." she took a deep breath and began telling me her story. She started hesitantly, but once she got started, she couldn't stop. Her fiancée had dumped her. Her parents liked him because he had money and were blaming her for the breakup and being miserable to her. She felt very alone. By the time she finished the story, she was sobbing again, and tears were cascading down her cheeks.

I watched her cry and felt terrible. I felt a powerful urge to hold her and make the bad feelings go away. I pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, turned to her, and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, now," I said softly. "Things will be all right. They really will."

"Oh God!" she sobbed. "I feel so awful!"

I slid across the seat to be nearer her and put my arm around her. I was surprised and thrilled when she moved against me and buried her head against my chest. Her wild, soft, hair tickled my face and made my skin tingle. Gently, I rubbed her back and let her cry. Finally, the sobbing grew softer, and she quieted.

She took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at me.

"Really," I said. "Things will be all right."

**********

She was confused by the feelings that began to race through her the minute the man put his arms around her. It felt good having his arm around her, really good! She wasn't sure she wanted him to take it away. He made her feel safe, protected, and special. His voice was comforting, too. She looked into his eyes. He had nice eyes, caring eyes. She was glad she'd taken him up on his offer of a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," she murmured. Impulsively, she kissed him, intending it to be a friendly kiss, a kiss of gratitude. But, then their lips met, and she found she wasn't in the least prepared for the feelings the kiss awakened. Kissing him felt really good!


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I was surprised by the kiss and burst of sensations it evoked in me. This was far more than I'd hoped for. My heart continued to pound as I gazed into her eyes.

**********

She leaned back and looked at him. She wasn't sure what was going on, but he had made her feel better. A lot better! He looked at her with such caring in his eyes that it almost made her cry.

**********

"Ah, shall we get that coffee now?" I asked. My body was in total turmoil. All I'd hoped for was a chance to spend some time with her. All of a sudden, prospects for much more happening looked very, very good!

"I'm...I'm not sure I should go anywhere looking like this," she replied softly. "My makeup is probably a mess."

"I think you look beautiful," I said without realizing it.

My comment put the first genuine smile I'd seen that night on her face. That warmed me, made me feel even more optimistic about what might happen later.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way," I said, "but I have an alternate suggestion."

"What's that?" she asked.

"We, ah, we could go to my place," I mumbled. I have no idea where I got the courage to make that suggestion.

"What...what about your family?" she asked.

"They're away...in California," I told her.

"Oh," she murmured.

**********

Warning bells clanged in her mind, but she ignored them. She liked being with this guy. Anyhow, all they were going to do was have a cup of coffee. What harm was there in that?

**********

"You still want that coffee?" I asked. I was sure she'd refuse and tell me to take her back to her car. I was more excited than I'd been in a long, long time, and more scared, too.

"Ah, sure," she replied. "Why not?"

The trip to my house didn't take long. I pulled into my driveway, shut the car off and, shaking with excitement, got out, opened the door for her, and escorted her into my house.

**********

"What am I doing?" she thought. "Girl, you're taking a big chance here!" But, even though she had second thoughts, she went along. He had been nice and he hadn't killed her yet. He was a good kisser, too. Being around him felt good.

**********

I held the door for her and she walked into the house and looked around. "This is nice," she remarked.

"Thanks," I replied. "Kitchen's over there. Come on, I'll start the coffee." It occurred to me I should have done that before I went to pick her up, but I'd had no idea she'd come back with me then.

She watched me start the coffee. "Where do you keep the cups?" she asked.

"In that cabinet over there by the sink."

She found the mugs and carried two of them over to where I stood by the coffee maker.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes, I am," she said.

**********

It was true. She felt comfortable and safe with him, and maybe a little excited, too. After all, he was a married man and he invited her to his home when his wife wasn't there. That was pretty heady stuff. Impulsively, she went up on tiptoe and kissed him softly.

**********

The kiss surprised me. "What's that for?" I asked.

"You make me feel good," she replied.

"I'm glad." I took a chance and pulled her into my arms.

**********

She liked the feel of his arms around her. His body felt solid. She was safe, protected, no harm could come to her as long as she was with him. She looked up at him and slowly his face moved to hers and their lips met. Fire rushed through her and her tongue slid out, seeking his.

He returned the lingual caress and the sensations caused by the collision of their tongues rocked her like nothing had in a long time. She felt his embrace tighten and pressed against him.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when the kiss finally ended.

Her body was shaking and she could feel his erection pressing against her where their bodies met. She hadn't planned on anything like this happening but crazy as it seemed, now that it had she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop!

**********

I felt the powerful feelings develop between us. It was the fulfillment of a dream, a fantasy becoming real! I tightened my arms and pulled her into another passionate kiss. Again our tongues dueled. By the time the kiss ended, she was flushed and, I thought, looked more beautiful than any woman I'd ever seen.

"I want you," I said softly.

**********

She gazed at him, her emotions in turmoil, heat flooding her body. His kisses excited her. She wasn't sure what to do. His hands cupped her buttocks, pulling her against the swollen bulge of his erection. Then she knew! She wanted him, too! She looked directly into his eyes.

"Yes," she whispered.

**********

My pulse boomed as I scooped her into my arms and felt her head fall against my shoulder, her wild hair tickling my face. She was light in my arms. I was so excited I was afraid my cock would burst through my pants!

She rode lightly in my arms, her slender arms around my neck, as I moved through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. Gently I laid the lovely woman-child on the bed where I had lain many a night dreaming of her, then I stood there, chest heaving, heart pounding, looking down at her.

"You...you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked softly.

"God, no! That's the last thing in the world I'd do!" I said. I knelt next to the bed and began to trace her face with a finger.

**********

The softness of his touch thrilled her. Then his finger began to roam, exploring her neck, and whatever skin was exposed by her outfit. She'd never been touched so softly, so lovingly, and it enchanted her.

**********

She laid on the bed moaning softly, a look of delight on her face. I paused my caresses, unbuttoned her loose overblouse and pushed it back. My hands went to the tank top she wore and began to pull it out of her jeans.

"Please!" She put her hand on mine. "Please don't."

Her hesitancy confused me. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No...it's...I-I'm afraid," she stammered.

"Afraid of me?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I-I'm too, you know, small. I'm afraid you won't like my...my...breasts," she whispered.

"I think you're beautiful," I replied. "I know your breasts will be perfect." I covered her mouth with mine. She arched her neck, opening her mouth, her tongue lashing his, thrilling me. While the kiss went on I finished tugging the top out of her jeans and slid it up.

The kiss ended and she raised her arms so I could pull the top over her head, then she laid back. I stood there wide-eyed, staring at her.

"Do you...do you like them?" she murmured.

**********

She couldn't believe the wild way he was staring at her bare chest. Nobody had ever looked at her the way he did. It was as if he was worshipping her and it thrilled her beyond belief.

**********

"They're beautiful!" I exclaimed, watching the rise and fall of her chest. I stroked her and sampled the incredible softness of her skin. It felt like warm silk. My hand moved over her, working out to the erecting tip of each perfectly formed breast. Her nipples were surprisingly large considering the dainty breasts from which they sprang.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her back arched as I stroked her. "God, that feels so wonderful!"

**********

Lascivious sensations roiled through her as his touch stoked the fires of lust brighter and brighter. She had no doubt now that she'd made the right decision in coming with him! This was awesome!

**********

I was surprised and delighted by how soft and warm her skin was. I loved the contrast between the soft skin and firm, rubbery tips of her breasts. I loved the sounds my touch evoked and the way her body moved against my hands. I had to have those nipples between my lips, so I bent my head and drew one of the taut buds gently into my mouth.

"Ahh!" she moaned. Her hands went to my head, tangling in my hair, pulling me against her. "That feels so good!"

My lips moved from one turgid nipple to the other, then back, drawing louder and more impassioned moans from the slim young woman. Her movements grew more and more insistent.

While my lips were working on her breasts, my hand slid over her flat, warm belly and unfastened the button at the waist of her jeans, loosing them. Then I slid it under the waist of the jeans, exploring, seeking.

**********

She wasn't a virgin. She'd had lovers, but she'd never been this excited by a man's touch before. He was making her crazy! The crotch of her panties got wet as the fluids of passion seeped from her. He was making her feel so good!

"Please!" she moaned. "Oh, please! Feels so good! Oh, God! Feels so good!"

**********

I stopped kissing her breasts and worked the snug jeans down over her hips. She raised her hips off the bed to help me. I slid the jeans down her legs and dropped them on the floor next to the bed. I gaped at her naked body, afraid I'd come in my pants. She was so lovely!

"You are the loveliest woman I've ever seen!" I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

**********

She trembled , filled with delight by his comment, then she almost jumped off the bed when he kissed her navel. At the same time, his hand began to move over her slender, perfectly formed legs. Thrill after thrill coursed through her. God! This was more wonderful than she'd ever believed possible!

**********

It was all I could do to keep from tearing my clothes off, jumping on her and ravishing her. I didn't. Not yet. I was living a fantasy and I wanted to savor it, to make it last as long as possible! I might never have a chance like this again!

**********

Between his kisses and the things his hands were doing to her, she was quaking with passion. Each stroke, each kiss built her hunger to a higher and higher pitch! Then, as his lips coasted over her belly, his hand touched the silken lips of her vagina. The sudden jolt of excitement that resulted caused her hips to arch upward, off the bed.

"Oh! I'm going crazy!" she groaned and pressing herself against his searching hand.

Indescribable thrills roiled through her body as he caressed her aching, lubricant-soaked vagina. Her body arched and twisted and thrills continued rumbling through her. None of the guys she'd ever been with had been half as gentle as he was! It seemed like he was touching her everywhere, like having her feel good was important!




Pleasant Street Ch. 09 Pt. 01



"Ah! Oh, God! Ahhh!" she mewled.

**********

I realized how turned on she was and began probing her juicy opening. Her groans got louder and she pressed against me more frantically.

"Too good!" she groaned, "Oh, God! That feels so good!"

I slid a finger between the puffy lips, into her and, as my finger twirled and thrust, her hips began a rhythmic thrusting in response.

**********

She was totally overwhelmed by exquisite sensation! Her stomach churned with need, her mind whirled, explosions of delight flashed behind her tightly closed eyes.

"God! Gawd! Agghh!" she babbled. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She was going to come soon! She'd never been this turned on just by being touched! He seemed to know it, too! He took her to the point of losing control, then backed off, only to take her back again to a higher pitch of need!

"Oh, God!" she moaned, "Please! Oh, please! Got to come! Please! Got to come!"

**********

I heard her fervent plea, bent down and, while thrusting into her with my finger, sucked the swollen bud of her clit between my lips.

**********

"Oh! What...what are you...Oh!" she howled. 

Even more exquisite sensations flashed through her. Her insides felt as if they were going to melt and flow out of her.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, "That's it! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!"

**********

Her body twisted and writhed as she came. Her movements were so frantic her juices wound up smeared all over my face.



Pleasant Street Ch. 09 Pt. 02-03



II.

Gradually her desperate motions slowed, but I kept working on her until at last she lay still. I looked at her face, flushed and pretty. She looked back at me and smiled.

"That was awesome, but what about you?" she asked.

"That was just the appetizer." I licked my lips. "Unless you want to quit."

"Oh, no!" she said. "I want to feel you in me!"

"I'm glad," I said. "I'm not sure what I'd have done if you said you wanted to go home."

**********

She was glad she'd pleased him. She was surprised to discover pleasing him made her feel good. If someone had told her earlier in the evening that she'd be worried about pleasing a man whose name she didn't know, she'd have told them they were crazy. But that was exactly what happened.

**********

I stood up, shed my clothes, and laid next to her on the bed. She looked at my erection, then grasped it in her slim, warm hand. It was so hard! And hot! It was throbbing, too! Her touch sent a wild rush of pleasure up my spine.

"Be careful," I said, my voice strained. "It's liable to go off!"

"Oh! You will, huh?" she giggled. "What's the matter? No control?"

"If you had any idea how badly I've wanted you, and how many times I've...Ah!...dreamed about...Ah! making love to you, you'd understand."

"You...you really have?" she asked. "You've dreamed about making love to me?"

**********

She was surprised and elated by his admission. She'd seen his wife and knew how pretty she was. That he wanted her was very exciting!

**********

"I want this in me!" she said and tugged on me.

I didn't need any further encouragement. I rolled atop her, my bulk pushing her against the bed, my hard shaft sliding between her legs. I raised my hips, reached between us, and guided the head of my straining cock to her moist opening. I pushed and felt my cock begin to slip into her tight, hot, wet opening.

"You're so tight!" I said.

"So big!" she moaned, "Feels like you're splitting me open! It feels so good! Oh God, does it feel good!"

Sensations billowed through me as my shaft was engulfed in her snug sheath. I was making love to her! My dream had come true! Fully embedded in her, I stopped and savored the delight that rippled through my body from our connection. Being in her was unlike anything I had ever experienced! "I'm afraid if I move, I'll come," I exclaimed, and stayed still a bit longer, my cock pressed deep inside her. I savored the exquisite grip of her vagina on my cock for as long as I could. Then, slowly I began to move, to thrust into her. I knew I couldn't wait long. Just being in her and not moving had brought me very close to coming.

"Oh! That's so good!" she moaned. "I-I didn't think anything could be better than what I just had, but this is! Oh, God! Yes!"

**********

She locked her legs around him and thrust against him feverishly seeking the release she knew would soon come. He was, without question, the best lover she'd ever had. She'd never felt like this before.

**********

"Wow!" I cried out suddenly, "Oh, Wow! Oh, my God!" Urgent pulses rippled through me and tingles of release coursed madly from my toes to the roots of my hair as I exploded powerfully, pumping gob after gob of hot cream into her.

"You-you're coming! I-I can feel it! Oh...Oh, God! It feels so good!" she cried as my torrid sauce splattered into her. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! My God! My God! My Godd!" Her body bucked against mine with surprising strength. Finally her movements slowed and she laid still.

Our joining finished, we lay in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of our wonderful shared experience.

"I've never felt like this!" she whispered. "I...I had no idea one person could make another feel that good!"

I kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad I could be of service." Was I ever!

**********

She recalled something he'd said earlier, pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at him. He caressed one pert breast, making her shudder with the thrill.

"Did you really have, you know, fantasies about me?" she asked.

His hand was making her crazy again! She'd never dreamed a guy could make her feel the way he did. Coming home with him was the best thing she'd ever done! She shuddered and more thrills went through her as his hand kept exploring her body.

**********

"All the time," I replied. "Why do you think I keep coming in to rent videos? It sure isn't for the selection."

"But you're married!" she exclaimed. "And your wife's so pretty!"

"I love my wife," I said. "I am very happily married. That has nothing to do with wanting you."

"I don't understand," she said.

**********

She couldn't believe it! His insistent manipulation of her breast had the fires of need burning deep inside her again! Nobody ever turned her on the way this guy could! Christ! He never seemed to stop wanting sex! And she didn't either, it seemed!

**********

"I like you," I continued, "maybe I even love you a little. I certainly do like making love with you. I don't think I've ever experienced anything like it. But I'm not in love with you."

"Oh," she said. "I think I understand, sort of."

**********

Actually, all she understood was that his toying with her nipples had her vibrating with need again! She reached between them and was surprised to find he was hard.

"You're hard!" she exclaimed.

**********

"Ah, you seem to have that, uh, effect on me," I replied. "Question is, what are you going to do about the condition you have me in?"

"I have you...?" She gave my erection a squeeze. "You haven't exactly left me calm, cool, and collected, you know!"

"Oh?" I said. I rolled atop her and began suckling her nipples, which had again grown to rigid points.

**********

She decided not to talk any more. Actually, she couldn't. What he was doing to her felt so good it had robbed her of the ability to talk! As he sucked her rigid nipples, one of his hands slid between her legs and his fingers began to explore her sopping wet vagina. Soon she was writhing and bucking with pleasure once again.

"I-I'm ready again!" she said urgently. "Please! Don't make me come without you!"

**********

"I wouldn't think of it." I rolled onto my back, pulling her atop me. "Your turn," I said. "I fucked you last time. This time, you fuck me!"

**********

His rigid shaft was between them, the length of it pressing against her belly. She kissed him, then she raised her hips, freeing the fleshy shaft. As it stood up, the tip slid down her belly and between her slim legs, slapping delectably against her vaginal lips. She reached between them, held it steady, then lowered herself on it, thrilled as it slid into her, opening her, stretching her, filling her.

**********

"Oh God!" she murmured, "I-I think you're in me farther than you were last time!"

"Complaining?" I asked.

**********

She started rocking her hips and felt the hard, fleshy invader stir her insides delightfully. She couldn't get over it. Everything they did felt so damn wonderful!

"My God! Oh no! Oh no!" she exclaimed. "No way am I complaining! No way!"

Once more stupendous feelings boiled up, thrilling her, pleasing her. She sat up, then experienced added thrills as his hands cupped her petite breasts and his thumbs struck sparks of excitement from her rigid nipples. Faster and faster she moved, her hips rocking, raising, and lowering. Each thrust, each movement brought new heights of rapture. Then she felt it beginning once again! She was going to come! She was coming!

"Oh! Yes! Again! Oh! Again!" she cried, "Oh! Again! Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

**********

She rode me while I gripped her breasts. Then my body rose off the bed as my orgasm boiled up inside me. Once again, I erupted into her.

"Unnhh! Unnhh!" I groaned as my hot juice gushed into her.

***********

Exhausted, more satisfied than she'd ever been, she collapsed on top of him and lay there, his arms wrapped around her.

**********

Before we realized it, we dozed off. The night passed, but neither of us was aware of it.

III.

I woke up the next morning, pleased, to find her still in my bed. I kissed her softly. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" I whispered. "Morning is here."

**********

She started awake and sat up. At first she was scared because she didn't know where she was or who the man lying next to her was. Then she remembered. "My God! We spent the whole night together!" she thought.

**********

"Will you be in trouble?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, there won't be any trouble." She lay down and stretched luxuriously. "Oh! God! Last night was incredible! I had no idea it was possible to be that satisfied!"

"Glad you liked it," I said. I drank in the way her body moved as she stretched. It woke me up all over!

"I didn't just like it, I loved it!" she said and rolled on her side facing me, pressing her body against mine. She looked at me, her eyes wide. "My God! You're hard again!" she exclaimed.

"You bring out the beast in me," I said. That was for sure. I've never been much for making love in the morning. Right then I was as ready to make love with her as I've ever been.

**********

She was surprised. Other men she'd slept with had wanted her, but not like this guy! He wanted her all the time! She was thrilled! His penis - erect and hard - was jammed between her legs, the tip brushing the soft lips of her already-quaking love-cave.

"Then you must bring out the beast in me, too!" she said. "Because I'm turned on, too."

**********

I felt her quiver as my hands slid up and down her back, played with her ass, and thrilled her.

She began to rock her hips a little, rubbing her cunt against the shaft of my cock. It might not have been fucking, but it felt pretty damn good just the same!

"Don't make me wait!" she urged softly. "I want you again! I-I need you again!"

"I won't." I rolled on top of her, raised my hips and the blood-engorged tip of my rod slid between her silken lips. I pressed downward and felt her exquisite warmth engulf me as I drove into her. Hilted all the way, I raised myself up on my arms, keeping my hips pressed against her.

"Oh! Yes!" she murmured. "I can't get enough of you!"

**********

Her body shook from the force of his thrusts, and she loved it! She couldn't believe how good he made her feel! Sensations shot through her, bubbling and boiling, superb feelings, growing and spreading.

"God! You make me feel so good!" she sighed, locking her legs behind him.

Suddenly, it was happening again!

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned. Her legs clamped around him even tighter and her hips thrust against him urgently. "Good! Oh! Good! Yes! Yes! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!"

**********

"Me, too!" I groaned and felt my hot fluids spew into my young lover's lithe body.

"Yes! Yes!" she moaned, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Once again spent, we lay in each other's arms.

She kissed me softly. "I really should get going," she said. "I hate to, but I really should."

"All right," I said. "I guess I don't have to tell you I'm sorry you have to go."

We got up, got cleaned up, and I surprised her by making breakfast for us.

**********

She hated the idea of leaving, but there were things she had to do and her folks would get upset if she didn't show up sooner or later.

**********

I drove her back to her car.

"How long will your wife be away?" she asked as we drove down the highway.

"Until late Sunday."

"Ah...if I...ah...want a cup of coffee after work tonight..."

"There'll be a pot on." I looked at her and smiled.

She put her hand on my leg, and smiled at me. "How early do you put the coffee on?" she asked.

I looked at her. "Why?" I asked.

"Well, after I let my folks know I'm alive and well, I have three or four hours before I have to go to work," she said, smiling.

"I'll put the coffee on the minute I get home," I told her.

She flashed a beautiful smile at me. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she said.



Pleasant Street Ch. 10 Pt. 01-02



FRIENDS AND LOVERS

The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend's mate. Or does it? After all, what if they're attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn't as if they're planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they're doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved.

Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda's best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very messy divorce.

Ron told me once he's had the hots for Lynette for years. What if she has the hots for him? Since she's now living with Ron and his wife, a very volatile situation could be developing right here on our street. Ever since Lynette - who is one of the hottest-looking women I've ever seen - arrived, I've been wondering what's going to happen. Will Ron be able to resist temptation?

Like I said, I've been thinking about it. Like I do with a lot of my thoughts, I made a story out of it. Maybe the story tells what actually is going on, maybe it doesn't. Actually, does it matter?

"BE QUIET, SHE'LL HEAR US!"

-1-

Ron's back arched as he drove his hips down, thrusting his cock deep into his pretty wife's willing, lush body. "Baby!" he groaned, "You're incredible!"

"Shh!" his wife, Linda, whispered and pressed her hand against his mouth. "Lynette is in the next room. She'll hear us!"

Ron was aware of that. What Linda didn't know was that half the reason he was this horny was Lynette, Linda's blonde, gorgeous former college roommate, who was staying with them while she tried to get her life back in order after going through a very messy divorce. Ron always had a yen for Lynette and her presence their house had him in a state of perpetual randiness.

Lynette was a very sexy lady, he thought, and the way she dressed accentuated that. In addition, she'd been dropping hints ever since she arrived that Ron would be welcome in her bed any time he chose.

"Oh!" Linda moaned softly, "You are horny, aren't you?" Her body quivered with delicious feelings of pleasure his driving penis sent rocketing through her. She had no idea why he suddenly was so horny, but she loved it. She hadn't been fucked so well, or so often in a long time. She'd begun to wonder if he no longer found her attractive.

"Unnhh! Unnhh!" Ron groaned. His efforts to be quiet faded as thrills shot through him. He looked down at his buxom, dark-haired wife and watched, delighted, as his thrusts rocked her body and caused her full breasts to bob and jiggle. Her gorgeous face was flushed with passion.

Then he closed his eyes and slammed into her even harder, imagining it was slim, petite, blonde, Lynette into whose body he was driving. That did it. With gut-wrenching intensity, massive quantities of scalding, gooey cream gushed from him, splashing into his wife's vagina.

"Ahh!" he moaned, "Take it, Baby! Take my come!"

"Yes! Oh! Yes!" Linda groaned in reply. "Take me! Take me! Oh, Lord, that's good! I'm coming, too!" Powerful spasms convulsed her as his orgasm triggered hers.

When he finished, Ron pulled his softening cock out of his wife's body and rolled onto his back next to her on the bed. Although he'd come wonderfully, he felt an ache, an unsatisfied need. He wanted Lynette! But she was Linda's best friend, so it was an impossible dream.

Linda, satisfied astonishingly well, snuggled against her husband and fell sound asleep. The sleep of a sated woman.

-2-

While Ron lay next to his wife, thinking about her, Lynette flopped into her bed, more turned on than she'd been in a long time. She had been walking down the hallway, heard the moans coming from the master bedroom, and through the slightly ajar door watched her former college roommate get screwed silly by her husband who, it seemed, was quite a lover.

Alone in her bed, Lynette trembled with need. She moved her hands over her body, caressing herself through the thin material of her nightie. She cupped her small breasts, the nipples already hard and pointed. The movement brought a low moan of delight from her rosy lips.

Since Tom left her, she'd gotten quite good at loving herself. Actually, now that she thought about it, what she did to herself made her feel better than Tom ever had. She'd never, ever been loved the way Ron had been loving Linda, though. Just the memory of what she'd seen pushed her excitement up another notch.

Ron, still awake, continued contemplating the possibility of making it with Lynette. He imagined what her slim, girlish body - in contrast to his wife's lush, full form - would look like 

unclothed. How did she act when she was making love? What would fucking her feel like? As he fantasized, his cock began to swell and grow hard again.

Meanwhile, Lynette had her nightgown pulled up and was caressing her naked belly and legs, her body moving with building passion. Her hands slid between her thighs and she began exploring her own vagina.

"Mmmm!" a soft moan escaped from her lips, as thrills provoked by her own touch, shot through her. Her body quaked as she slid first one, then two, fingers into her needing hole. Her other hand began a circular motion on her engorged clit. She pleasured herself, her body writhing, soft mewls of pleasure issuing from her ruby lips.

While Lynette twisted and squirmed in lonely passion Ron, still unable to sleep, decided to go to the bathroom. He slipped out of bed, put on his robe and started down the hall. As he passed Lynette's room, he thought he heard a moan. 

He stopped at her door and listened. It was a moan and it seemed to be coming from Lynette's room!

"I'll be damned!" he thought. "Those sound like moans of pleasure to me!"

Curious, he opened the door a tiny bit. She'd left her light on and what he saw sent shock-waves of excitement through him. His erect cock jumped and parted the folds of his robe.

Lynette, beautiful, lithe, blonde Lynette, was lying on top of the bed, her nightgown pulled up around her neck, her body twisting and jerking as she pleasured herself with her hands!

Her breasts - small, but perfectly shaped hills of flesh - were topped by swollen, dark 

areolas and rigidly extended nipples. Her eyes were closed and her long golden hair had fanned out, framing her flushed, lovely face which was slack with passion.

"Oh! Ohh!" she moaned softly, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ron! Oh, Ron! Fuck me!"

Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing! In the heat of passion, Lynette was calling out his name! She wanted him! He opened the door and, stiff-legged, walked toward the bed where the beautiful woman lay, lost in self-induced passion.

As Ron walked toward her, he shed his robe. His cock, a swollen, veined obelisk with a purple arrow-shaped head, pointed toward the object of his desire.

Lynette, totally absorbed in the rapture she was giving herself, wasn't aware he'd come in to her room. Eyes tightly shut, she was still imagining that Ron was the source of the incredible joy that ripped through her body. God! It actually felt as if he was touching her, his hand sliding over her belly, replacing hers, caressing her inflamed clit! It felt so incredibly good! Never had she experienced such a real fantasy!

"Oh!" she moaned and her body arched upward. She opened her eyes, or thought she did, and saw Ron, naked, bending over her, his hand in her groin! She blinked. She wasn't imagining it, he was caressing her!

"Ron! Oh, no!" she groaned, her excitement jumping to unbearable levels.

"Yes," he replied softly. "You want me, and I want you." 

He got onto the bed next to her and moved between her legs, the whole time continuing 

the circular movement of his hand, keeping her so wild with rapture she couldn't think straight.

The continued rise and fall of Lynette's hips encouraged him, as did the fact that her movements became more urgent when he slid his finger into her.

Lynette was too turned on to resist. She felt Ron kneel between her legs, then the hot, sticky tip of his penis slapped against her aching pussy. Her hands pulled at him as he placed the tip of his cock between her soaked vaginal lips, and thrills cascaded over her as she felt the massive pole of flesh invade her, fill her as she hadn't been filled in a long, long time!

"Yes! Yes!" she groaned. She didn't care! She wanted him! "Oh, heavens, I need that!"

It hadn't been that long since he'd come, but Ron was as turned on as he'd ever been. The sweet sensations caused by her clasping, enveloping vagina squeezing his sensitized cock soon had him atremble with need. Fully buried in her, he forced himself to remain still, relishing the incredible feelings, marveling at how really wonderful it felt.

"You're so sweet!" he whispered. "So tight!"

Lynette knew she shouldn't be fucking her best friend's husband, but couldn't stop. She needed to be fucked so badly! As he started to move in her, her hips responded, causing glorious sensations to radiate through her body from the friction of their joined organs.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, "Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me!"

Her plea stirred Ron to greater efforts. His hips pounded against hers, her body jolting, her small, jellied breasts jiggling slightly. In and out, in and out his hard pole worked in her 

tightly clutching cavern, the sensations so sweet it was almost unbearable.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!" she cried, "That's it! Yes! That's it! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Her body arched and strained as release rushed through it.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Ron moaned, his cock pulsing, powerful blast after powerful blast of his juices spewing into her.

Done, he lowered himself on her and covered her mouth with his. Avidly, Lynette returned the kiss. They lay there, lips locked together for a while, their bodies occasionally twitching as after-shocks of pleasure rippled through them.

"That...that was wonderful!" she told him. "I...I really needed that. But...but we shouldn't have."

Ron smiled and kissed her again. When the kiss ended, he looked at her. "I don't want to, but I guess I should get back to my own bed," he whispered. "I'll see you in the morning. As far as I'm concerned, this isn't going to end here." He kissed her again, slipped out of bed, and was gone.

"This doesn't end here?" Lynette wondered about his comment after he'd gone. "What did he mean?" The possibilities occurred to her and she shuddered with delight.

Finally, wonderfully satisfied, she fell asleep.



Pleasant Street Ch. 10 Pt. 03-04



FRIENDS AND LOVERS

The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend's mate. Or does it? After all, what if they're attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn't as if they're planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they're doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved.

Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda's best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very messy divorce.

Ron told me once he's had the hots for Lynette for years. What if she has the hots for him? Since she's now living with Ron and his wife, a very volatile situation could be developing right here on our street. Ever since Lynette - who is one of the hottest-looking women I've ever seen - arrived, I've been wondering what's going to happen. Will Ron be able to resist temptation?

Like I said, I've been thinking about it. Like I do with a lot of my thoughts, I made a story out of it. Maybe the story tells what actually is going on, maybe it doesn't. Actually, does it matter?

"BE QUIET, SHE'LL HEAR US!"

-3-

Lynette awoke in the morning, her middle plastered with the dried remnants of her delightful, unexpected interlude with Ron the night before. She slid her hand across her belly, between her slim legs, and felt the dried remnants of Ron's come on her crinkly pubic hair. "It wasn't a dream!" she thought, shuddering with delight, "It really wasn't!"

She stretched, got out of bed, slipped into her robe and slippers, and went down to the kitchen. Linda and Ron sat at the table, eating breakfast.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Linda said.

"Good morning," Lynette replied. She felt a little funny, facing her friend, and her friend's husband after what had happened.

"Good morning," Ron said, but he concentrated on his cup of coffee, avoiding eye contact with her.

Both Linda and Ron were dressed and Lynette assumed they'd be going to work. Lynette, who had gotten extremely good alimony as part of her divorce settlement, was looking for work, but hadn't found a job yet. She decided she'd be fussy. She wasn't going to take the first job that 

came along. She had no appointments to go anywhere that morning, anyhow.

Linda stood up. "I have to get going," she said. "I have a busy day ahead of me. Would you mind making supper tonight, Lynette?"

"No, of course not," Lynette replied. "After all, you two have been wonderful about letting me stay here."

Linda picked up her jacket and purse, kissed Ron, and left. Lynette and Ron sat there, listening, as her car started, and the sound of it moved down the driveway.

Ron stood up. "There's something I have to do," he said, and walked toward the living room.

Lynette carried some of the dishes to the counter and was rinsing them when Ron returned. He stood in the doorway, watching her for a minute, noting the way her robe clung to the curves of her body, and the way that body moved as she worked at the sink. Then he crossed the kitchen, came up behind her, and slid his arms around her, pressing against her from the rear, cupping her breasts in his hands, squeezing the lovely orbs gently.

Lynette responded by pressing back against him, moving her hips against his already swelling cock. "Don't you have to go to work?" she asked.

"I just called and said I wasn't coming in," he said, and kissed her on the neck, enjoying the sensation as her soft hair caressed his face.

"Oh!" Lynette's reply came out as a soft moan when his thumbs began to tease the tips of her breasts. She pressed her ass against him and felt his erection pushing against her firm 

cheeks.

"Let's go upstairs," Ron whispered into her ear as his lips moved thrillingly over her neck and shoulders.

Lynette was delighted. Electrifying sensations inundated her body, from her hardened nipples down to her quivering groin. 

"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh, yes!"

Ron took her hand and led her up the steps to the bedroom she was using. Inside the door, he pulled her into his arms, his lips covering hers. Immediately, in response, her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, caressing his, striking sparks of delight. Ron's hands slid down to her ass, cupping it, pulling her against him.

Lynette felt as if her body had turned to jelly. Need flooded over her like a tidal wave. His hands on her ass felt so good! Now he was pulling her against him and through their clothes she felt his hard cock pressing against her soft belly. His hands left her ass and moved up to the waist of her robe, opened it, and pushed it off.

His hands moved over her nude skin. "You're incredibly beautiful!" Ron exclaimed as his eyes moved excitedly over her unclad form.

Lynette felt herself blush, then she gasped as his hands cupped her breasts and teased the nipples. Her body moved under his touch and all she could do was moan and gasp as rapture overwhelmed her.

"Oh, God!" she crooned, "That feels so wonderful!"

"Glad you like it," Ron murmured and continued experiencing the silken sensation of her skin with one hand while he undid his clothes with the other. It wasn't easy. Excitement robbed his fingers of dexterity but, eventually, he managed to get his things off. Once he had disrobed, he pulled her against him, his hard cock sliding between her legs.

"Ah!" Lynette groaned as the meaty shaft rubbed her vaginal lips, sending turmoil rippling through her. It didn't matter any more that he was her best friend's husband! She wanted him! She needed him! Her hips began to thrust, rubbing her vagina against his hard cock.

Ron backed off, laid down on the bed, and pulled her to him. Eagerly, she joined him on the bed and pressed against him, needing the feel of his cock. Ron rolled over her, and she felt the massive wand slide between her silken, slick vaginal lips. Then it was in her! Ron pushed down with his hips, sliding himself still deeper into her willing, yearning body.

"Yes! Yes!" she groaned. Her hips rose, her legs locked behind his.

Ron was again thrilled by the sensations her engulfing cavern gave him. He was overwhelmed by how intense the experience was.

"Ah!" he moaned, "Oh, baby!"

Once he had his cock buried deep in her welcoming body, Ron began to rotate his hips, grinding his pubic bone against hers.

"Oh God! Yes!" Lynette purred, "Oh God! Did I ever need this! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Ron! Fuck me!"

Ron responded to the urgency of her plea and began to thrust harder and faster. He felt how hard her body was straining against him.

"I-I can't wait!" Lynette shrieked, "Oh, God! I can't wait! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! I'm coming! Fuck me! Oh, Ron, fuck me!"

Ron felt spasms begin in the lovely body working beneath his and then his own body loosed itself.

"Oh! Oh, God! Yeah!" he yelled, as he jetted his hot, sticky cream deep into her body.

Lynette's peak passed and, at last, spent and satisfied, she relaxed and left herself lay there limp.

For a few minutes, Ron continued stroking into her then he stopped and rolled off next to her on the bed.

"That was unbelievable!" he told the lovely woman lying next to him.

"I needed that so badly," Lynette said. "It's been too long."

Ron pulled her into his arms, and their lips met. Lynette's arms went around him and pulled him snugly against her. When the kiss ended, Lynette looked at him seriously. 

"What...what about Linda?" she asked.


"I-I don't know," he replied.

"I don't want to hurt her," Lynette said, "or I didn't, anyhow." She wasn't sure what her friend would think of what had just happened, but she had an idea she'd already caused her best friend more than a little pain.

"I don't want to hurt her, either," Ron replied, "but I'm not sure I can give you up now that I've had you."

Lynette kissed him gently. "I'm not sure I can stop, either."

Ron remembered something. "You know," he said, "a couple months back we were watching a porno video. Two chicks were making it and Linda got really turned on by that. Then they showed a threesome and she got even more wound up." He looked at Lynette. "How would you feel about that?"

"When I was in college I had a relationship with another girl," she told him. "It was wonderful. I've always wondered what that would be like with Linda."

Ron was thrilled. Having two women to make love with would be fantastic! "I guess, then, all we have to do is get Linda involved," he said. He was tremendously excited by the prospect.

They laid there, talking, trying to figure out exactly how to initiate Linda into their delicious activities. One thing was sure. When Linda got home from work, she was in for a big surprise.

-4-

Linda got home from work that afternoon and found Lynette, wearing only a filmy robe, working at the kitchen counter. She looked at her friend and felt a shiver go through her body.

"She's really beautiful!" Linda thought. "She's always had a good body, so slim, so firm. I wish I didn't always have to worry about my weight. I bet Lynette doesn't." "Hi, Lynette," she said and Lynette turned and smiled at her.

"Hi," Lynette said. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't get dressed. I didn't feel like it."

"That's OK," Linda said, "Sometimes I don't get dressed either when I don't have to go to work." She felt her friend's gaze on her and sensed the beginning of sexual tension in the room. "What's going on, here?" she wondered.

Linda had never admitted it to herself, but she'd always felt desire for her friend; it was one of the reasons she'd gotten close to her. But, a strict religious upbringing in a very conventional family had taught her that Lesbianism was wrong, so she'd repressed her feelings and been satisfied with the close friendship she and Lynette shared. Being with her a lot had been enough.

Lynette sensed that something was different with her friend, but wasn't sure what it was. She walked over to Linda, put her arms around her, and hugged her. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Uh...no, not really, I guess," Linda replied. She was feeling things she knew weren't right. Lynette's nearness was disturbing, but in a very pleasant way. What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting this way to her friend, her woman friend?

"Look," Lynette sensed Linda's unease, "you want to talk about something?"

"I...I'm not sure there's anything to talk about," Linda replied. How could she tell her friend that her nearness was exciting, that she wanted to take her in her arms and kiss her? She knew if she did that, Lynette would run screaming from the room.

Lynette put her arms around Linda and pulled her close. "Look, we've been friends a long time," she said softly. "If something's bothering you, you can tell me."

"I-I can't," Linda stammered. "I-I just can't."

Lynette took Linda's face in her hands. "There's nothing you can't tell me, love," she said. "I hate to see you this upset." She kissed Linda on the lips.

The pressure of her friend's lips on hers was all it too to break through Linda's wavering defenses. With a groan, she returned the kiss, her arms wrapping around her friend.

Lynette was surprised and excited by what was happening. This was going better than she'd expected. She put her hands on Linda's buttocks and pulled her friend's body against hers. "I want to make love with you," she whispered into Linda's ear.

"Oh, God!" Linda groaned, both excited and repulsed by what her friend whispered to her. She pulled out of Lynette's embrace, dashed down the hallway into her bedroom, and threw herself on the bed, sobbing.

Lynette followed her friend. Ron wasn't there and wouldn't be for some time yet. He had reluctantly agreed to leave for several hours to give Lynette time to do what they both wanted. Time to seduce Linda.

Lynette entered the bedroom, walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her sobbing friend. She laid her hand on Linda's back. Linda pulled away from her. 

"Don't touch me!" she said, her face buried in the pillow.

"I want you," Lynette said softly. "And I think you want me."

"No!" Linda exclaimed. "It's...it's wrong, it's sick! I can't want you!"

"But you do," Lynette said and again laid her hand on her friend's back. "We both know that. It isn't sick. How could it be sick for two people who care about each other to want to show that?"

"No!" Linda moaned, hating her body for the way it felt. She did want Lynette, wanted very much to make love with her. But she couldn't. What if Ron found out? He'd probably make a scene and leave her. And she loved him. She felt Lynette's hand begin moving softly up and down her back. Why did that have to feel so good? What was wrong with her?

"I know you want me," Lynette said. "I could feel it when we kissed. You can't deny that."

"No!" Linda groaned, her body slowly responding to the soft, insistent caress of Lynette's hand. She had to get out of here! If she stayed, she wasn't sure she could continue 

resisting.

Lynette bent over and kissed her friend on the neck. "I want you so badly," she whispered. "See?" She took her friend's hand and placed it on her breast, against a hard nipple.

Linda wanted to resist, but she couldn't. Then she felt the heat of Lynette's soft, warm flesh, and her friend's hard nipple pressed into the palm of her hand. With a groan, she turned, pulled her friend down to her, covered Lynette's lips with hers, and thrust her tongue into her friend's mouth.

Before long, the two lovely women were nude and avidly exploring each other's body. Lynette was kissing Linda's breasts, then sucking the nipples. Though Linda's breasts were large, the nipples were surprisingly small. Lynette quickly found out her friend's nipples were highly sensitive.

"Lynette! Oh, God, Lynette! I'm...oh! Jesus! I think I'm gonna...I am, oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Linda shrieked, pulling Lynette's face tighter against her heaving chest. "You're making me come! Gahh!"

Lynette continued to suckle the big, firm globes of flesh until Linda's ecstasy seemed to wane. Then she kissed her friend, who returned the kiss with passion.

"I do want this!" Linda exclaimed, as much to herself as Lynette. "I want to make love with you!" She pushed Lynette onto her back and began caressing and kissing her friend's lean body.

"Yes! Yes!" Lynette moaned as Linda's lips covered and sucked her breasts. Meanwhile, Linda's hand was moving everywhere on her body, thrilling her, exulting her. This was even better than she'd dreamed it would be!

Linda avidly moved her caresses and kisses down Lynette's body, thrilling the blonde, exciting her beyond belief. 

Then, although she knew it was coming, Lynette gasped and clutched at the bedspread as Linda's mouth moved onto her vagina. "Linda! Oh, God! Yes!" Lynette cried as her friend's lips and tongue began working over her pussy. The feelings were so intense, so undeniable, so wonderful! Then, suddenly, she felt her body begin to quake, and skyrockets of joy began exploding behind her tightly shut eyes.

"Coming! Linda, I'm coming on your mouth! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God yes!" Lynette cried as joy filled her.

Lynette could hardly move once her orgasm passed, but she somehow found the strength to do so. She rolled atop Linda and buried her face between her friend's thighs. Linda went wild.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, darling, eat me! That's it! That's it! Give me your tongue! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She, too, thrashed out a wild orgasm.

"What are we going to do?" Linda asked breathlessly as she and Lynette lay locked in each other's arms after their shared delight. "What is Ron going to think if he finds out?"

"He's going to think having Lynette here is a pretty terrific thing," Ron said as he walked naked toward the bed, his rampant cock preceding him. He'd come in unnoticed as the two women were in the midst of sharing joy. He laid down on the bed between them.

"You...you aren't angry with me?" Linda asked her husband.

He kissed her. "Why should I be? Would you be angry if I told you Lynette and I had already made love?"

Linda was shocked at first. "What? When? You..." She looked at Lynette, who smiled at her. "I..." Then Ron captured one of her nipples between his lips, while Lynette did the same.

As passion again swept over her, she knew she was entering a new, different, and totally wonderful world of experiences. 

Having Lynette here was going to be wonderful! Linda surrendered to ecstasy.



Pleasant Street Ch. 11



SUMMER GETAWAY

Sometimes you have to get away from the craziness of everyday life. Things get hectic, you can't concentrate, and you're feeling uptight. That's why vacations were invented. Nothing calms you like getting away to a quiet cabin on a hidden lake in the mountains. There you can be alone, enjoy the peace and quiet, andd1if you have tod1get some work done.

Lots of people do just that every year. It works for them. On the other hand, even remote cabins sometimes have neighbors. One problem, especially for city people who go to the country, is the isolation. In situations like that, vacation neighbors sometimes get together. What if the neighbors happen to be of the opposite sex?

Fran Martin lives on Pleasant Street. Concerned that her daughter, Amy, was becoming too sexually active, Fran took the girl to a cabin she and her husband own in the mountains for the summer. She hoped she'd get her daughter away from temptation, maybe get her to settle down a little. Now you have to understand, both Fran and her daughter are knockouts, two very gorgeous, desirable women.

Unfortunately for Fran - or fortunately, depending on how you look at it - a writer was vacationing on the same lake and things didn't go exactly the way she expected them to.

The writer in question just happens to be a friend of mine. He told me what happened there on that lake in the mountains. It seems the people on Pleasant Street act the same as always, even if they're not actually on Pleasant Street. 

Here's the story of that summer, as my friend told it to me.

GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL

I.

The cabin I rented for the summer sat at the end of a narrow dirt road in the middle of lush, green forest. I got my suitcase and portable computer out of my car and walked toward what was to be my summer retreat. It certainly looked rustic enough; cedar shake siding, small windows facing the rear, and a large screen porch across the side that faced the sparkling blue water of the little lake.

The interior was cozy, but sparsely furnished. A kitchen-living area, a bedroom and a bathroom were all there was. I looked in the bedroom. There was a king-sized bed in it. The owner of the place apparently believed in fun. If any stray women happened along, I had the perfect place to show them a good time. Of course, that was exactly what I didn't want. I was here to work, and had chosen this place because of its isolation.

I put my things down and decided to explore the property. From the screened porch, I could see another cabin on the lake, but nothing else. A dock, similar to the one in front of my cabin, jutted into the water about a quarter-mile away. Unless I was mistaken, there was a person sunbathing on that dock. A female person, from what I could tell, although I was a bit far away to be sure.

A path ran through the brush along the shoreline in the direction of the other dock. I could tell more about my sun-worshipping neighbor if I followed it. I left the cabin, walked across the shady lawn and onto the path, through the thick brush.

The going wasn't hard and I moved quietly on my Adidas. Before long I could peer through the leaves and see the dock and the form on it. My heart rate increased. The form on the dock was definitely feminine. Gloriously feminine. It was, in fact, a young woman in her late teens or early twenties; blonde, about five feet tall, and nude. Apparently she felt she was in an isolated enough location so it was safe to sunbathe that way. My penis stiffened in my snug jeans as I stood looking at her. There I was, a voyeur hidden by thick brush, enjoying a very interesting view.

She was a natural blonde. That was obvious because she was lying on her back. Although she was short, her body was full and curved in all the right places, promising pleasure and delight. Her breasts - surprisingly large for how small she was - rose magnificently toward the sun and were capped by rosy circles in the middle of which were soft nipples. Her slim waist flared into full hips and that wondrous body tapered again into two finely shaped legs.

She lay there, unaware of my avid attentions, looking innocent, helpless, and incredibly desirable. The vision before my eyes stirred me deeply and I had to adjust my swelling cock to make myself more comfortable. My jeans were too tight for this shit!

I wasn't sure what to do next. Walking out and catching the young woman naked, nice as that might be, wouldn't get our relationship off to a very good start. I took a few careful steps back along the path, then began to move through the bush, making quite a bit of noise as I went. When I came out into the open area at the end of the dock, the object of my secret attention had donned a bikini and was sitting up, a slight flush making her attractive, almost cherubic face even prettier.

"Hello," I said and smiled at her.

"Hi," the girl replied. Her reply was shy, her voice soft and feminine. "I-I, ah, didn't know there was anyone else around."

"I didn't mean to startle you," I said. "I'm renting the cabin over there." I gestured in the direction of my place. "I just got here and decided to take a walk and get the lay of the land."

"The Johnson place," the girl said. She relaxed a little. "Mom said they were going to Alaska for the summer, but she didn't tell me they rented their place."

"Yeah, I'm here until Labor Day," I told her. "By the way, my name's Bud, Bud Connery."

"Amy..." she said and smiled wonderfully. "Amy Martin. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Connery."

"Bud, please," I said. "Mr. Connery is my father."

Amy smiled again. "OK, Bud," she said. "I guess we'll be neighbors for the next couple of months."

"Amy! Amy! It's time for lunch!" The new voice came from behind me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here. I'm Fran Martin."

"Bud Connery," I replied. I looked the new arrival over and liked what I saw. "Call me Bud, please. I've rented the cabin next door."

Amy's mother was an older, fuller, but no less attractive version of her daughter. If I had to guess, I'd have said she was maybe 35, 40 at the oldest. She stood about five-three and weighed maybe one-thirty. Twenty pounds too heavy, possibly, but judging from the way her body filled her tight jeans and snug T-shirt, the weight was well distributed. It was obvious where Amy got her looks.

Suddenly, my summer in the mountains took on a whole new perspective. Being alone in the woods with these two lovelies next door filled the next few months with promise.

"Would you like to join us for lunch, Mr. Con...Bud?" Fran asked. "It's nothing fancy, but we'd love to have you."

"I'd love to," I said. "I just got here, and I don't have any groceries yet." I was glad for the invitation, and not just because I was hungry, either.

The meal was light, but good. The Martin cabin was a duplicate of mine but had an additional bedroom, probably where Amy slept.

"What do you do for a living, Bud?" Fran asked as we ate.

"I'm a writer," I said. "I'm supposed to be finishing a novel I've promised. That's why I'm here for the summer, to get away from distractions and write."

"That sounds exciting," Fran commented.

"What kind of books do you write?" Amy inquired, licking her lips invitingly. Or was that my imagination?

"Right now I'm doing a detective novel, formula stuff, part of a series," I explained. "I also do westerns for the same publishing company."

"Yuk," Amy said and made a face. "I like love stories better."

"I've written them, too," I said as I pushed myself away from the table. "Lunch was wonderful, but have to get going. I need to get into town and lay in provisions, as they say out here in the wilderness. And I doubt the stores in that little town down there stay open very late."

"Why don't you join us for dinner on Saturday?" Fran said. "My husband comes up some weekends, and I'm sure he'd love to meet you. He's a real detective story buff."

"I'd love to," I said. I turned and left. After I got back to my cabin, I got in my car, drove into the small town nearby and got groceries.

Later, with my provisions all stowed, I sat on the cabin's porch, my laptop computer on the table in front of me, trying to write. I was having a problem with that, though. Instead of being able to concentrate on the detective story, all I could think of were the two lovely blondes in the cabin a short distance away.

Amy was really something, beautiful and obviously ready and willing for sex. But I had to be careful about her. If she was too young, I'd get in trouble, big trouble. Although Amy didn't look underage, these days you couldn't be sure. Thirteen-year old girls look like twenty-five year-olds used to when I was that age.

Fran was nothing to throw rocks at, either, every bit as lovely as her daughter, and probably lonely. I wondered how her marriage was.

"What kind of man..." I thought out loud, "lets a beautiful woman like her alone for weeks at a time?"

I sat there, speculating what Fran would look like without the snug T-shirt and jeans. Her breasts were big, but were nicely shaped and looked firm. As she'd moved around the kitchen serving lunch I hadn't seen the outline of a bra.

I got up and began to pace. Randiness was interfering with my ability to write. This was exactly what I'd come up to the mountains to get away from. Finally I walked out to the dock. A canoe lay in the bushes. I picked it up and slid it into the water, grabbed a paddle, and got in. Silently, I glided out onto the lake, enjoying the tranquility.

As I glided over the calm water, I looked toward the Martin cabin. Amy was back on the dock, this time wearing her bikini. She waved to me and I waved back. I stayed on the lake a long time, enjoying the peace and quiet. When it began to get dark, I went in, pulled the canoe out of the water, and went back to my cabin.

I wrote a little, but not the story I was supposed to be working on. Instead, I began a short story about a man who has a torrid affair with two women - a mother and daughter - he meets while vacationing in the mountains. I'd left the city to avoid distractions and here I was, distracted. I shut off the computer, went into my bedroom, and laid down.

The sun shining through my window awakened me. I sat up, stretched, then I got up and took a shower. As hot water pelted me, my thoughts drifted to the two women in the cabin next door, and I felt congestion growing in my groin. If I didn't do something to relieve tension soon, I'd be walking bow-legged for the rest of the summer.

I got out of the shower, dried off, slid into a pair of cutoffs, and made breakfast. I was surprised to discover it was eleven o'clock. I'm not normally a late sleeper.

I pulled on my Adidas and walked down to the lake. Amy was again out on the dock and it looked like she'd decided to work on a tan with no swimsuit lines.

"What the hell?" I said to myself. Silently I made my way to the spot where I had observed her the previous day. Once again a vista of feminine loveliness greeted my rather heated gaze. Apparently Amy felt not having a bikini line was worth the risk of being seen. She was on her belly today and the view the equal of what I'd seen the day before. Her lovely bottom swelled gracefully up from the curve of her back, the globes of her ass were wondrously shaped, the cleft between them inviting.

Amy turned toward me. I started to duck, then I froze. I'm not much of an outdoorsman, but I remembered from research I'd done for a book I wrote that if I moved, it would give me away. I stood there, still, and those lovely blue eyes seemed to look right into mine. I had a hard-on stiff enough to knock down trees. Maybe I was a dirty old man, but I didn't care. This was too damn nice to ignore.

Amy sat up and reached for a tube of suntan lotion, then began to rub it on. The jellied masses of her firm, big breasts moved delightfully as she did. She oiled her arms first, leaving them glistening, then her shoulders, then her left breast. Her small hands massaged the lotion into the breast with what seemed like extra thoroughness. What she was doing to herself must have felt good because I could see a tremor go through her petite body as her hand moved over an erecting nipple. I felt my chest tighten.

Then she moved her attentions to her other breast, putting lotion on it with similar thoroughness. Every so often, she looked in my direction.

Was I imagining it or was there recognition in her eyes when she looked toward the spot where I stood, hopefully hidden? Her actions were having a very powerful effect on me. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock and soaked the front of my shorts. If this kept up, I was going to be taking a lot of cold showers!

Amy continued to work the lotion into her alluring body, then laid back. Her breasts, nipples still erect, settled very little when she did. She glanced in my direction one more time, smiled, then she closed her eyes.

I walked a bit funny on the way back to my cabin because of the swollen shaft in my pants. I hobbled up the steps, went inside the cabin and took the first cold shower I'd taken in years. That helped. A little. The thing was, Amy and Fran were still over there, and Amy was still probably lying naked on the dock, and I couldn't get the picture of her doing that out of my mind. It didn't help my condition, not one little bit.

Back on the porch, I again tried to work. Still, nothing would come. I looked toward the woods and thought I saw a flash of gold among the greenery by the path. Then Amy was there, wearing a large man's shirt that came almost to her knees. She came across the lawn and approached the porch steps. Spotting me through the screen, she waved. I waved back.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

Warning bells rang in my head. If she and I were aloned1given my advanced state of horninessd1I might not be able to control myself. Aw, hell.

"Sure," I told her. "Come on in."

She opened the screen door and came in. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Writing," I replied. My voice was thick. "Trying to, anyhow."

"Having trouble?" the delectable young woman asked. She moved close and leaned over my shoulder to look at the computer screen. I felt the fabric of her shirt and her warmth radiating through it. Did she have anything on under it?

"Ah...yeah," I stammered. "I-I, ah, seem to be suffering an acute case of writer's block."

"I don't make you nervous, do I?" Amy asked, her voice soft and smooth. She maintained contact with me. I was afraid my cock would tear through my shorts.

"That doesn't look like a detective story to me," she whispered. Apparently she'd read what was on my computer screen. It was part of the short story I'd started the night before, a sexy part, about where the man is fantasizing what it would be like to seduce his sexy young neighbor. I should have shut the damn computer off when she came in.

"Ah...um...well," I murmured.

"You were watching me earlier," she whispered, her mouth very close to my ear. "I saw you hiding in the bushes." She giggled. "That story you're writing sounds exciting! Is it about me?"

What the hell! I pushed my chair back from the table and pulled her onto my lap. Her arms went around my neck and our lips met. Fire coursed through me. Her tongue traced my lips and mine came out to meet it. My insides were a raging inferno of desire and my erection pressed up against her firm buttocks.

"I want you!" Amy moaned, clinging to me, writhing her delectable bottom against my hard shaft. "I wanted you to come and fuck me on the dock!"

"Ah...your...your mother," I croaked.

"She's in town doing laundry and getting her hair done," Amy murmured. "She won't be back for hours." Her soft hands moved on my body, thrilling me.

I finally managed to get my hands to move and unbuttoned her shirt. Under it she was as naked as the day she was born. The shirt fell to the floor and my lips captured a turgid nipple.

"Oh! Yes! Suck them! Suck my tits!" Amy moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face against her chest. At that moment I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted a woman in my life, and I could have cared less if she was old enough or not!

"We...ought...to...to get more comfortable," I stammered. After urging her off my lap, I stood up, scooped her into my arms, and carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled her warm body against me.

I laid her on the bed, stripped off my shorts and shoes, and joined her. My lips and hands explored her compact, wondrous body. Before long she was writhing and twisting, her hands grabbing at the sheets. Moans of ecstasy poured from her.

"I need you!" she groaned, "Please! Please, Bud! Take me!"

I moved between those curvaceous legs, grabbed my pulsing cock in my hand, and slid the head between the silken, juice-soaked lips of her opening, then drove my swollen shaft into her tight warm cavern. It felt so good I almost came! Amy's body writhed and twisted, her hands pulled at me and loud cries of rapture echoed in my ears as her body was wracked with pleasure.

"Eeeee!" she squealed, "Jesus, does that ever feel good! Ahh! I'm gonna cum! Ohh! Ohhh!" Her hips bucked up against me and her body strained against mine as she came.

I could wait no more. My fluids bubbled up and spewed into her pulsing cave as our bodies struggled against each other, drawing supreme pleasure from our joining. It was everything I knew it would be!

As I spewed into her, she continued to shriek out joy and her hands raked my back. Her orgasm was the most powerful I'd ever seen!

Later, we lay in each other's arms. Amy's back was to me, her appealing ass snuggled against my groin. My arm encircled her, my hand cupped a firm young breast.

"I thought this summer would be a drag," she said softly, moving her bottom invitingly. I could feel myself begin to stiffen again. Amy giggled and kept up her stimulating motions. "I can see it won't be, though. It looks as if it's going to be a lot of fun."

I kissed her behind the ear. "Kind of looks that way, doesn't it?" I said.

She rolled onto her belly, then pushed her ass up in the air. "Fuck me again!" she murmured. "From the back. Take me from the back! Fuck me again!"

I needed no further encouragement. I moved behind her and slid my re-vitalized cock back into her tight, warm cave.

"Oh, God!" Amy exclaimed. "Does that ever feel good!"

I reached under her, grabbed her breasts, and began to thrust into her again. My thighs slapped against her ass, and my fingers mauled her erect nipples. I couldn't remember any sex being this good!

Amy's body shook from the force of my thrusts and her moans began increasing in volume. Her snug pussy was rippling around my invading cock and I knew she was about to come again.

"It's happening again! Yeah, Bud! Oh, yeah! Give it to me! I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" the tiny blond vixen cried, her body once more going into paroxysms of bliss.

The massage I was getting from her tight sleeve was doing wonderful things to me and I felt my own orgasm approach. As wild cries of bliss I'd heard only a short time before again echoed through my cabin and her body bucked wildly beneath me, I exploded then, filling her once more with my hot essence.

When I shot into her, Amy went wild all over again. It seemed like an eternity until she collapsed under me.

"I have to go," she said later as she slipped back into the big shirt. "I need to be home when Mom gets back. One of the reasons she dragged me up here was to take me away from temptations like this. I'll see you tomorrow." She knelt on the bed, kissed me longingly, then she was gone, the screen door slamming behind her.

II.

I thought I heard knocking, opened my eyes and realized it was dark.




Pleasant Street Ch. 11



"Mr. Connery...Bud? Are you there?" a feminine voice called.

Fran! I struggled to my feet, slipped on my shorts, and went to the door.

She looked at my bare chest, blushed a little, then she looked at the floor. "Uh...look, if...if I'm bothering you, ah, I can come back some other time," she stammered.

"Ah, no, it's OK," I said. I stepped back and held the door open for her. "I dozed off a while ago, that's all. Come on in."

Fran moved past me, into the cabin,, and looked around. "I-I shouldn't be bothering you," she murmured. "I better go." She started for the door.

I put my hand on her bare arm and she stopped. "Don't leave," I said.

Fran turned to face me, her arm still in my grip. The soft warmth of her stirred me. Apparently my sessions with Amy hadn't exhausted me as much as I thought they had.

"I, ah, I'm not sure, um, why I came over," she said softly. "Amy's, um, sound asleep. It gets, you know, kind of lonely...up here...sometimes." Her voice sounded strained and her chest was heaving.

"I know," I said. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. Her lips were so red, her flushed face so lovely! I bent, pulled her to me, and covered her lips with mine.

My hands slid down her back, cupped her full bottom, and pulled her against me. Our tongues dueled.

Finally, breathing hard, she leaned back in my embrace and looked at me. "My God! What's wrong with me?" she murmured. "What are we doing? I better leave."

Despite her protestations, Fran made no attempt to get out my embrace, and offered no resistance as I lead her to the bedroom. I pulled the T-shirt over her head, then I began caressing her gorgeous, swollen breasts. She moaned softly and pulled me against her. I opened her jeans and pushed them down. She was a natural blonde, just like her daughter.

Fran's breasts were incredible! Full, huge, and firm, with fantastic nipples! Considering their size, they sagged very little. I sucked a rigid nipple into my mouth.

"This is wrong!" Fran protested weakly, clutching my head tightly with her hands. "We shouldn't..."

I pulled her down on the bed and began to kiss my way across her softly rounded belly. Her skin was silken and warm. I kept moving, delving between her firm thighs, exploring her vagina with my tongue, finding it quite tasty.

"So good! Oh! That feels so good!" she cried. "Don't stop! Oh, God! Please don't stop! I love it! I love it!"

Her body was quaking by the time I finished my oral investigation of her marvelous middle. I moved between her splayed legs and slid my rock-hard cock into her. She was as tight and wet as her daughter had been!

When I began to pump my rigid pole into Fran, she groaned and began to writhe and strain against me. Her hands beat at the bed and pulled at my arms. Her legs locked behind mine.

With a vibration that shook both of us, she came, exploding with a high wail of pleasure. "Ayyee! Ayyee! Ayyeee!"

Her pulsing vagina sucked the fluids from my cock, drawing me with her to heights of bliss. We rocked together, sharing wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Afterward, Fran lay in my arms, crying. "I-I don't know what came over me," she sobbed. "I've never acted like that before."

"You have a woman's needs," I whispered as I softly stroked her arm. "I am honored I was able to share this with you."

She turned in my arms to face me. "You don't think I'm awful?" she asked.

"No," I said and began stroking the soft surface of one of her firm, glorious breasts, watching the nipple again become erect, hearing her soft gasp of passion. "Not at all." I bent, drew the rigid peak of flesh between my lips, and felt a tremor go through her.

Fran pushed me over on my back, grabbed my rejuvenated cock, and took it into her mouth. In no time, she had it rock hard again. Holding it in her soft hand, she climbed atop me, impaled herself on it, and groaned with delight.

"Oh! Yes!" she hissed. "I don't care if it's wrong! I love this!" She began to move her hips, her face once again a mask of lust, her bountiful breasts bouncing and jiggling. I reached up, grasped the swollen orbs, and began to torture the rigid tips with my thumbs.

"Yes! Yes! Ayyee! Yes!" she shrieked as once more she exploded in a kaleidoscope of bliss. I moaned, too, spurting into her, as our bodies strained and ground against each other, our juices mixing.

Afterward, as we cuddled, sated, in each other's arms, I knew it was going to be a wonderful summer.