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Horner Springs Retirees #01

By: JackLuis



Horner Springs Retirees #1

Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this town will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to advance or reduce a character, depending upon how you, the readers respond. Tell me what you think.

JackLuis

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Taking It Easy

Lester Murphy was 52 years old and had just left the Army after almost 32 years of service. He had taken all the veterans benefits that were offered, including the promise of a government job. That was how he ended up working as a postal deliveryman in Horner Springs.

He had told the VA lady that he'd like a calm job, eight combat tours and he was ready for taking it slow. She nodded and tapped at her keyboard for a while, totally ignoring Les, then she smiled, "Ah here you go, Rural Mail Carrier, doesn't pay much but with your retirement pension and the cost of living out there, you should make out all right."

She handed Les a printout from her printer and said, "Veterans Administration," her eyes told Lester she was talking to her headphone, so he looked at the printout. The pay would be less than he was making as a Master Sergeant, but he would be making more with his pension and he could live with that. He looked at the location, Horner Springs? He smiled, "Never heard of it, sounds perfect."

"Well, call me in three or four days and I'll let you know if, or when it's confirmed, Okay, Mr. Murphy?"

Lester looked at her nameplate and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Fauquier.

A few days later, Lester found out that he'd got the job, but he was shacking up with an old comrade outside of Ft. Dix and was, quite frankly, too drunk to care.

It took Lester a week to drive out to Horner Springs. He had arranged a moving company to move his things, there wasn't much, but he couldn't get much of it in his car. The used Cadillac he bought, had a large trunk, but his case of M1 rifles would not have fit in it.

The trip, in the Caddy was long and pleasant; he had decided to stop at the National Parks and sights along the way, so it took several days before he was at the top of the pass that led down to Horner Springs. He pulled over at a lookout point and gazed at the river valley that held the town.

Ranches and farms seemed to reach all the way to the city limits. The river ran sinuously though the valley floor through green fields and down thru town. The lake, which was the source of the river, was surrounded by trees. Lester drove down into this bucolic heaven and found the motel he had booked on line.

The Sleazy Eights didn't sound like much, but the pictures of the vintage cabins and knotty pine interiors intrigued Lester. When he pulled in to the Sleazy Eights that Friday night, he saw its distinctive sign, a poker hand, a pair of eights and four deuces. He found that the restaurant was open until ten pm and there was a bar as well in the comfortable lodge that housed the office.

He checked in, arranged his room, had a shower and in completely civilian clothes walked to the lodge to eat as a free man for what seemed like the first time. Even his hair was contributing to the new Lester Murphy as it was growing enough to almost be considered fuzz. Lester sat in the bar and had a burger and a few beers as he listened to a girl sing country western at the Karaoke. He was grinning as he walked back to his room and went to bed in his new town.

The post master had Lester do the downtown route for his first few weeks, "Ms O'Reily is going on her honeymoon and it'll let people get used to you and you can get to know the town," the Postmaster, Lynda Lust said, and handed him off to the flustering bride to be. Guadalupe O'Reily was neither Latin or Irish as far as Les could tell. She was a brunette in her forties, and best described as pleasantly plump if you were going to be kind.

"We're going to Denver and then down to Santa Fe! My Donald, has it all booked and we're staying in a Spa!" Lester cringed at her shrill enthusiasm for her projected honeymoon as they walked the route around town, and she showed him how to bag the mail. Les caught a bit of cleavage as she bent to open the bag for him to drop in the mail they had collected from the bank building. A slight stirring at the base of his stomach reminded him that he hadn't had sex recently and should be looking for a woman.

When they got to the Acme Building a surprising number, to Lester's mind, of long narrow boxes, being sent all over the country, were tied with a red ribbon and had a Card attached addressed to "Lupe". Lupe took the card and opened it, smiling and rocking side to side as she read it. She blushed and closed the card, untying the elaborate ribbon and dropping the long narrow boxes into the bag. "It's from a friend of mine, here in the building." She giggled tucking the card and ribbon in her back pocket while Lester finished collecting the mail. They made the circuit in about an hour and took the mail back to be sorted, that took less time than picking it up, so Lynda told Lupe to, "Go take your happiness to home, Honey," and patted her on the cheek. Lupe left without a word, but was laughing as she fished her keys out of her pants and skipped out the back door of the small post office.

Les had met a lot of people and most were real nice, though it was hard to shut them up sometimes, but Lester could always hold up some mail, smile, tip his cap and be on his way. By the end of the first three weeks he had met most of the 'eligible' matrons in town it seemed. A few had more than obviously flirted with him, but he hadn't really fancied any of them. He did enjoy making small talk instead of Tac reports though, and nobody had shot at him in weeks! Lester loved this job. In his rounds, Les had found a cheap apartment above a bakery. He figured the warmth from the ovens would make up for the cold of the coming winter.

After he had been in town a few weeks, he decided he ought to look for a permanent place to live. He was still covering the Downtown route, because Lupe Regan, nee O'Reily, had called in her additional three weeks of leave time. She and Donald were going to Arizona before they came home.

There were several Real Estate Agencies on his route, Lester had seen a few places that he might be able to afford, but hadn't really looked since he had been in town.

He paused at the window display outside one of agencies and checked out the properties for sale. He realized that there were few that didn't also have large acreage attached and he didn't need a "house, barns, equestrian arena and a pool, on 500 acres in the heart of the Valley" The price was marked down two hundred thousand, but that was just a few percent of the asking price.

He glanced at the pictures and passed on by. The next agency was more in his league, still the rural attachment to land was evident, and most small places were ten to twenty acres. He took the mail into the agency and the attractive woman behind the desk smiled and got up to meet him.

"I'll bet you're Mr. Murphy, we haven't met. May I see our mail?"

Lester handed her several envelopes and a few magazines.

She tossed the magazines on her desk, fanned the envelopes, and laughed, "It's here Louise," she called out.

"Hallelujah," a voice from a rear office shouted.

A large woman in a blue suit, came rushing out of her office and took the letter, opened it and laughed. Louise, apparently, ran back into her office and came back out with a large purse. "I'm off to the Court House; I'll be at Bennies after." Louise left the door open as she left.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." Lester said and removed his hat.

She smiled, "Sorry but Louise was waiting for a deed to transfer so she could collect the fee. I'm Maureen Sorbados."

"Lester Murphy, pleased to meet you Mrs. Sorbados."

Maureen blushed a bit and said, "Ms Please, This is the twenty-first Century, after all." She glanced down and then up at Lester's face.

Lester smiled and said, "I'm interested in purchasing a home, but I don't have a lot of time now, could I come see you again, after five?"

"Well do you have a few minutes to let me know what to look for, I can do a search and have the results by the time you get off work." Maureen said and picked up a pad, "Please set down, can I get you something to drink?"

It took less time than Lester had thought before Maureen nodded, "I think I have the idea and there are several properties that might fit your requirements. Let me print out the listings and I'll have them for you as soon as you get off work. The office is open until five thirty, but I'll wait for you."

Lester nodded and was rerunning her words in his mind as he continued his route. He thought about Maureen, the redhead seemed to ooze both a lively vitality and a professional manner.



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While he waited for a reply he called room service to see if he could get something to eat.

A few minutes later he received a reply, "Getting what you need is going to be hard to do quickly. Stall them as long as possible and if worst comes, we can do the installs in the field, by swap-out," came back the response to his request.

Morgan smiled, and thought about it. He formed his words carefully. If you gave Quartermaster troops an inch, you would be eating MRE's forever.

He wrote back, "Understood the difficulty of supply, however, I will need at least two machines, by Monday next, for establishing my capabilities. I will require that additional shipments, be modified to accept the package within two weeks, estimate twenty (20) additional machines, then forty every two weeks to fit expected install schedule." Morgan sent the message, first encrypted by his laptop's special communications program and then hardware encrypted, as it fed through the actual communications hardware.

There was a knock at the door and a female voice called out "Room Service"

"Be right with you," Gilhoulie called out.

Gilhoulie put the lap top in its case and put the case under the bed. It might say Sony on the cover, but it was built outside Boston at a decommissioned Air Force Base, converted into high tech engineering, design and prototypes. Morgan kept this particular laptop in a special suitcase. It wouldn't do to have someone try to steal and open it. Most of the building would be destroyed if you opened this laptop incorrectly. Morgan didn't want to see anyone get hurt, least of all himself

When Gilhoulie opened the door he saw Gloria, one of the bar servers with a tray covered in a cloth.

Gloria, smiled, "I hope you like roast beef, that was all I could find, the kitchen was closed. I brought you a couple of Bass Ales. That's what you like isn't it?"

Gilhoulie grinned and said, "Close enough for Government work. Thank you," and reached for the tray.

Gloria, a rather large woman of 'an age', said, "Oh let me serve you," and pushed past Gilhoulie.

Gilhoulie had chatted Gloria up in the "Sleazy 8's" bar the previous night. As he closed the door and watched her put the tray down on the table, he wondered what she was up to.

Gloria bent down to set the tray on the table, her breasts, in the tight bodiced 'dance hall girl' costume bulged and seemed ready to fall out. She looked up at Gilhoulie and as she stuffed the right one back in and blushed as she smiled and said, "Is there 'anything' else I can do for you?"

Now Gilhoulie understood, "Well, I could use some company while I eat. Too bad you have to go back to work." He gave her his best boyish grin.

Gloria dipped her eyes, bit her lower lip and said, "I'm off duty, now. I brought this to allow the other girls to deal with the Rotarians."

"Well, then have a seat, would you like a Bass?"

Gloria pulled the cloth off the tray and exposed the sandwich, which was made with Shepard's bread and had two large pickles for a garnish, the two Bass Ales and a bottle of Corona. "I brought a Corona, for me. Just in case," she pulled out a chair. "Come, sit, Charlie always says the Customer Comes First."

It didn't work out that way, Gloria came first and second, Gilhoulie came in her ass, finally. Gloria was on her knees, her face pressed into the pillows when Gilhoulie sat back and sighed, "Oh Gloria, what a tight little ass." His hands cupped her cheeks and he stoked them looking at her expanded asshole. "She won't shit right for a week," he thought and lay her down beside him.  "She cuddles real good for a fat girl too," he thought and kissed her.





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Homer stood and almost towered over her, it was then that Lester realized that she was almost as broad in the shoulders as Homer, and probably taller than Lester's own five foot eleven. "Hello Ms. Ellen," Homer said and extended his hand.

Ellen was mid twenties and the only word that summed her up was, wide. Her apron was wrapped tight around her waist and Les noted that she did have a waist and some hips wide enough to make her waist look almost waspish. Her hair net and Chief's hat hid what appeared to be very dark hair.

Homer and Ellen were grinning at each other, he had his hat in his hand just looking at her, when Norman spoke up, "Ms Ellen, my bashful friend here would dearly love one of your Smushies."

Ellen giggled into her hand and looked up at Homer's admiring eyes, "Is that so, Homer?" She brushed some of his blond hair off his face and touched his cheek softly.

Homer nodded and said, "I surly do Ms Ellen. I been thinking about eating your Smushie all day."

"Well," she said and took Homers hand, "I do have break now, I'll fix you one," and led Homer into the kitchen.

Norman and Maureen exchanged grins, then Norman stood, and said, "I'll let you two get back to real estate. Good to see you Mr. Murphy. Maureen."

Les nodded as Norman left then he turned to Maureen, "Why didn't she serve his Smushie out here?"

Maureen smiled at him and said, "She's not supposed to be in the dining room in her whites. And, it's her Smushie, not his."

When Lester frowned, she laughed and said, "You never eat your own Smushie." She grinned, "You have your Smushie eaten." She cocked her head and looked at Lester as if that explained everything.

Lester frowned and said, "I don't understand?"

Maureen smiled and said, "I could show you? How about we save that for later, after dinner?"

Les grinned and said, "Okay." He took up the page and said, "Who do you think can give us an honest opinion on the repairs?"

They ordered dinner and talked about finance and the cost of tearing down the old barn, the contractors that Maureen recommended and getting the utilities turned on so they could see the property again with lights, beyond Maureen's flashlight. The meal was brief and filling although Lester couldn't remember much but Maureen's sparkling eyes and his financial limits were going to be stressed more that he was going to like.

Janet came around to clear the table and fill their iced tea glasses, "Can I get you anything else?" and stood smiling, a picture of the "friendly service" advertised in the town visitor's guide.

Maureen turned to Janet and said, "Mr. Murphy has never had a Smushie, we'll have one for desert."

Janet's eyes widened a bit but she just nodded, "I'll bring you one," and hurried back into the kitchen.

"Just what is a Smushie?" Lester said, looking at Janet's disappearing back.

Maureen smiled and stood, "An experience to remember. Excuse me for a moment."

Lester stood and nodded as Maureen went back toward the rest room. Lester watched her hips in the tight blue skirt she was wearing. Maureen wasn't as wide as Ms Ellen by a long shot, but she had the rounded curves of a mature woman. Lester realized that he was standing, staring at her ass, and looked around to see if anyone else noticed.

Norman was talking with a waitress up front and none of the other five or six people, who were out on a Tuesday night seemed to be paying much attention to him. He put his napkin on the table and walked back to the men's room.

Les walked into the men's room and was thinking about Maureen as he stood at the urinal. She seemed interested in him as more than a customer, he thought. He had several times caught her chewing on her lower lip as she watched him. He shook his relaxing penis and tucked it away.

Noticing a condom machine next to the towel dispenser. He considered that it might be prudent to invest, just in case, as he washed his hands and combed his, now combable hair.

He fished up a dollar he had gotten in change, fed it into the machine and selected the lubricated variety. He put the condom in his front pants pocket started to walk away then came back as he had found two Sacagawea's in his pocket. He fed the machine and selected the unlubricated one, as a back up, and rejoined Maureen.

Maureen smiled as he joined her. Maureen waved to Janet and said, "Now I'll show you how to eat a Smushie."

Les glanced up at her face and realized that she had taken her hair down and had brushed her auburn locks out over her shoulders. Her blue blazer was gone and her blouse was open just a bit more than it had been before.

Les smiled, "So what is a Smushie?"

Janet came up and put a platter on the table, in the center was what looked to Lester to be a small pastry that looked like a pie or tart. The only garnish was a small sprig of mint and it looked kind of lonely to Lester.

Maureen smiled and said, "The Smushie is a Horner Springs original. It is, well special. You don't eat a Smushie by yourself." She grinned and picked up the pastry carefully.

"It's kind of small for two isn't it?" Lester asked as he eyed the delightfully brown crust, noticing it was square and not round.

Janet laughed, "Most people only have the one. Enjoy."

Lester watched Janet leave and glanced back at Maureen who offered the pastry, held in her hands.

"Just taste the corner to get an idea," Maureen said and watched as Lester leaned forward and nibbled off one corner.

The crust was kind of crumbly and he had to lick up the inside filling that threatened to flow out over his chin. He caught the taste of chocolate and marshmallow and orange and then mint. He backed away savoring the mix of flavors and the textures of the smooth chocolate, the sticky marshmallow and the graham cracker crust. Maureen smiled at him as he finished up the bite smiling at her.

"Like it?" she asked and tipped it back so the filling stayed in the crust.

Les smiled, "It's good, kind of like a S'more."

Maureen nodded, "It's more complex. Smushies are for grownups, S'mores are for girl scouts." She held out the Smushie and said, "Now the eating of a Smushie has some traditions."

Les looked into her eyes and asked, "Traditions?"

Maureen nodded and said, "You aren't supposed to just crunch though the crust."

"No? How then?"

Maureen grinned and said, "You insinuate the filling out of the crust with your tongue. You only eat the crust after you've sucked out the filling and need to get deeper into it."

Les reflected on the glee he saw in Maureen's eyes as she licked her fingers which had a bit of chocolate on them. "So I should just use my tongue deep inside the delicate crust?"

Maureen nodded, grinned, and offered the pastry, "You use your lips to seal the crust so that you don't spill any of the deliciousness."

Lester ate Maureen's Smushie slowly, watching her face as his tongue fished out the sticky sauce, He moaned as the orange flavored chocolate melted on his tongue, the sweet soft mint flavored marshmallow contrasted and made the sweet more complex.

He nibbled her fingers a bit, she grinned as he moaned about how good it tasted. He sipped his tea to wash down the thick sweetness of it. He licked his lips and said, "It's almost addictive."

Maureen smiled and said slowly, "Oh, plunge your tongue deep into it, in and out, again and again, and feel the rush of flavors on your tongue," her facial expressions giving Lester a hint of how good it would taste.

Lester shoved his tongue deep into the warm soft, sweet confection and felt the filling squeeze out into his mouth filling his senses. He withdrew his tongue and the filling crept back into the crust, until he plunged his tongue in deep as he could and felt the heat deep inside the tart. Maureen's eyes held his attention as he moaned from the sheer pleasure of being a free man.

She licked her finger while Les, sat back savoring his mouthful of the rich confection. "Like it?" she asked as Lester took a sip of tea to wash it down.

"Yes, though I like watching your face while I eat it, more." Les said leaning out over the platter, which he now understood was to catch the drips should the delicate crust fail.

Maureen offered him the warm sweet and said, "They're entirely too fattening to eat, but the memory of how they taste, well that's almost enough." She bit her lower lip and let Lester plunge his tongue deep into her Smushie. Lester almost could swear she whimpered as his tongue broke the crust and swept across her palm. Her face showed the intensity of her feeling if not exactly what that feeling was.

When he had eaten enough that she could hold the remains with one hand, she brought her free hand to her lips and licked the residue off her fingers as Lester ate the last of her Smushie.

Lester held her by the wrist and licked the sticky sauce off her fingers. She surprised him, by pushing her fingers into his mouth and pulled them out slowly, pursing her lips as she sucked her thumb clean. Her eyes sparkling and her face offering more than her fingers.

Lester was surprised when he realized that all the other people in the restaurant were watching and began to applaud.

Janet came over and handed them several wet nap's to clean up. "Lord, Maureen you've still got it. Doesn't she Mr. Murphy?"

Lester looked up at Janet and asked, "Got what?"

Janet just looked at him for a second, then picked up the platter and walked off laughing.

Maureen wiped her hands with a wet nap and asked, "Did you like my Smushie?"

Lester looked at her and said, "Maureen, your Smushie, was probably the best thing I ever ate, but too sweet."

She smiled interlaced her fingers, put her elbows on the table, and put her chin on her hands, "So, you wouldn't want another one?" and gave him a look.

Lester wasn't real good at 'looks', he had a tendency to believe 'looks', were like "Sight Picture Acquisition" and he generally didn't like the feeling that gave him. But he grinned and said, "Do they make a low cal Smushie? Something not as sticky sweet?"

Maureen pursed her lips and bit her lower lip as she tied to figure out what to say next. "Crap," she thought, "I'm flirting with a client? I really need Slippery Dick's to sell though. Oh shit, I fed him my Smushie in broad daylight!" She ignored the fact that it was dark outside. She said, "I might be able to offer a less clinging variety, If..."

Lester was completely lost, but her eyes and body language were conveying things his reptile brain wanted to hear. "Well after a bit, I would love to try it." Lester tried to look like he knew what he was saying.

Maureen grinned and thought about Lester, he was nice and not too old. "Hell, why worry about old now?" Maureen thought. "Let me make you some coffee, so we can ..." She stopped herself from saying, "so we can get naked and swap spit." Her inner cowgirl was apt to break out at the least opportune moments.

Lester grinned and said, "Let me catch the check." He picked up the bill and took it to the cashier.

Maureen waited for him, although she put on her jacket gathered her paperwork and had her purse over her arm when Lester returned to hand her out of the booth and walk her out on his arm. He felt like a civilian who was about to get laid, instead of a grunt about to be fucked. He liked the change.

Maureen clutched his arm tighter as they left the diner. Lester looked over at her and she grinned at him saying, "I can leave my car here, I'll walk down in the morning."

Lester nodded and put his hand on hers and was looking into her eyes when he heard a muffled cry in the back of the parking lot. The Monster truck was oscillating on its springs and a pair of boots were sticking out the window. Lester looked at Maureen, she smirked.

She led Lester to his car saying, "Homer is kind of slow in his Smushie consumption. That's why Ms Ellen likes him so much." She burst out laughing and let Lester put her in the passenger's seat.

Soon to come:

Horner Springs Retirees #2 "The Policeman's Progress"

Look for it on Literotica!



Horner Springs Retirees #02



Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this town will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to advance or reduce a character, depending upon how you, the readers respond. Tell me what you think.

JackLuis

The Policeman's Progress #1 The Policeman's Progress





Horner Springs Retirees #02



She picked up on the first ring, "Crisis Center, How may I help you?"

"About my crisis..." Lee began.

"Oh, thanks for calling me back Lieutenant, The line is good and I read you five by five."

Lee blinked and said, "Oh okay. Look..."

Rachel didn't let him finish but interrupted him and said, "Yes, I wanted you to test the lines, No one has called all night and I was getting a bit lonely."

"Well that just won't do, will it?"

Softly she said, "No, we could discuss it later, I usually have breakfast after shift, I get off in about an hour."

By now, Lee realized that Rachel could be overheard in the Dispatch office. Lee said, "That would be fine. Where should I meet you?"

There was a pause, "How about you give me a lift home, the La Baron is on the fritz."

"I'll meet you in the parking lot?"

"Perfect, yes the volume is much better now. Goodbye." She said, a bit loudly.

Lee hung up and sat thinking about that last puzzling bit of conversation. He started the Cruiser and revved the engine, just to clear the carb's and feel the rumble in his seat. He grinned and checked the pickup; it was still bouncing so he shifted into reverse, backed out and made his way slowly down the hill.

He was distracted and put the bottle he had confiscated from Games in box #327. He didn't think about it really, he was thinking about soft warm breasts, actually.





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Lee smiled and hoped the cleaners could salvage that suit. He couldn't afford to replace it, now that he didn't have a plain-clothes allowance.

"Oh, shoot, I forgot the forks," Rachel said and got up quickly. She went to the kitchen and got the forks from the drawer. "Do you need a warm up on your coffee?"

Lee sipped his and shook his head, "No, it's just drinkable now." Actually, it was cool, but Lee didn't want to tempt fate.

Rachel came back and sat, handed him his fork and said, "Bon Appetite."

Lee smiled and took a bite of the crepe. It was good, although the cherries were a bit tart. He nodded and chewed. She waited for him to finish, looking over the rim of her coffee cup at him. He smiled and said, "Better than I-Hop. These aren't as sweet as they make them."

"Well I should have cooked the cherry juice down with some sugar, but I like them a little tart. Do you mind?"

"No, I like a little tart now and then."

She grinned at him and took a bite. She was enjoying something and Lee hoped it was his company. She finished chewing and smiled at him. "I think your concentration is improving, have you gotten over your crisis?"

"Do you know who the O'Shaunessey's are?" Lee said to change the subject from him.

"I know of them, but I've never met them. Why do you ask?"

"Well, there was a disturbance tonight and Lois said it was because Andy was making them too anthropomorphic and destroying the mystery and spiritual messages of color and shape. I wondered what was too anthropomorphic."

Rachel chuckled and said, "They run the flute and fife company. Although they don't make musical instruments."

Lee frowned, that didn't help, "So what do they make."

Rachel smiled and said, "They make, ah, well, actually dildos." She giggled and said, "Lenore is supposed to be a sensitive artistic type."

Lee looked at her and smiled, "Oh, so they run the dildo factory?"

"Yes, they sell on the internet, I guess Horner Springs, doesn't have a large enough market for dildos." She laughed and looked down at her plate.

Lee laughed with her and felt more comfortable, he ate and watched her eat, she was in a good humor, so he thought that his smart assed crack about the cherries was forgotten.

Rachel was smiling thinking of how he had avoided every mention of his crisis, which she interpreted as being her. She was used to men ogling her, but few had shown this level of reaction. She was enjoying that.

She'd had an idea for a new story too. The title she'd picked for it was "Rachel and the Anaconda." Rachel had taken up writing on a website, where her handle was BBWBlackstone. She didn't have many stories posted, but she'd had good scores on several recent ones.

"Rachel and the Anaconda," would be a good one she felt deep in her, well, in her deepest crevasses. She didn't know the whole plot yet, she'd have to wait and see how it turned out, but she had several good feelings about it.

Lee was feeling almost relaxed and could look at her face now without feeling trapped by her eyes. Her eyes were wide as she glanced up at him during the meal. He thought that showed some enthusiasm and that made the hope in his heart approach Mr. Johnson's level of raging enthusiasm.

They finished eating all their crepes and sat for a few moments silently looking at each other over the rims of their coffee cups.

Rachel was sure that in her story, "He would be strong, stronger than he realized, when he swept her off her feet and carried her upstairs to ravish her willing body for hours." She coughed and looked at Lee, he grinned and she said, "Would you like some more coffee?"

He nodded smiling in the endearing distracted way he had. She picked up the plates, taking them to her dishwasher, stopping to get the milk from the fridge and the coffee pot from the counter.

He was watching her closely and Rachel realized that she had her jacket zipper at half mast, and that was the reason for his distraction. She had both hands full so she brazened it out, topping off his cup and then leaning ever so slightly, so her boobs didn't actually fall out, but swung enticingly in the jacket. "He so easy," she thought. She also thought, "but so am I," and she almost giggled, but she suppressed it to a nervous smile, even though his eyes weren't on her face. She filled her cup and added some milk, took the pot back to the counter and put the milk away. He was looking at her face now, she smiled and said, "I hope you don't think me crude for pouring from the carton?"

"No, it saves dishes and it is more sanitary, if only marginally. Besides, it makes me feel like a friend, you know, familiar." Lee gave her his best come hither look, which he had to admit, he hadn't practiced.

Rachel smiled and rejoined him at the table. She had to look down before she could ask, "I'm still interested in helping you with your crisis," She looked up at him and pursed her lips and gave him a wistful look. "Won't you tell me what it is about?" She was rewarded by seeing Lee's breath catch and he started to say something, but he couldn't get it out.

She put her hand on his and said, "If you can't speak, let me guess." She looked up at him in supplication, and he bought it! He just nodded.

She smiled and said. "Well it seems to me that you are isolated here, How long have you've been here, three, four months?"

He nodded, "Four" he managed to say.

"You have no friends to hang with?"

He shook his head slowly and looked at her lips as they caressed each syllable, her pink tongue licking them all wet and, he bet they were hot lips.

She smiled, "Well, I'll be your friend, how would that be?" she dipped her head and looked up at him, her eyes as wide as possible and her lips trembling just a tad.

She thought that look was especially good when he shivered then nodded emphatically, his eyes wide and his mouth trying to say, "Yes, oh Yes, dear God in heaven, YES!.

"There now you have a friend in town and you don't have to feel like a fifth wheel." She patted his hand then stroked his fingers softly, "It would help me too. You know it's hard to be one of so few black people here. Wasn't that part of your isolation?"

He nodded and was able to say, "Yes, I haven't had anyone snub me or anything, it's nice, but I feel like a black sheep in a white herd."

"Flock," she corrected.

He nodded and grinned, "Flock."

She sipped her coffee and smiled, "We black sheep must flock together," she had emphasized the word flock and saw he had heard it correctly, "Who knows maybe in time we'll form our own flock." She was proud of fitting it in there on the fly

Lee nodded and sipped his coffee which was not too hot, not too cool, but just right. He grinned at her and said, "Rachel I feel a lot better now. You really are good at your job."

"Thank you, it pleases me that you think so." She gave him the little school girl crush look and he melted like butter in the microwave.

Lee couldn't do much but smile and look at her tits which when she leaned over the table, her jacket had opened and allow two beautiful orbs of chocolate to appear in her jacket. He whimpered and covered it by sipping his coffee, but didn't raise his mug so far as to occlude his view of her Elysian Fields.

Rachel brought out her artillery and said, "Well it's time we went to bed, don't you think?"

Lee choked and looked at her with a stricken look.

She laughed, "Oh I misspoke, I meant it's time we should get some sleep to be ready for tomorrow. I wouldn't want to make you loose any sleep and it would be unprofessional for me to sleep with a client."

When Lee's jaw sagged, she smiled and said, "You did seek me out at the Crisis Center, and I did help you get over your crisis didn't I?"

He nodded at her and tried to smile, it was difficult, what with the recent disappointment.

"Then I've discharged my professional duties and the next time we meet," She hesitated, to allow his hopes to blossom in his face, "We shall see what transpires, I mean we hardly know each other, do we?"

He frowned a bit, and nodded, then shook his head.

Rachel smiled and patted his hand, "I look forward to it."

He smiled slowly and continuously as she got him up, took off his apron, gathered his pistol belt and vest and ushered him to the door. He was standing there at the door with his gun belt in one hand and his vest in the other as Rachel came up to him and said, "Let me tuck in your shirt. Ya'll wouldn't want to look like a share cropper would you?"

Lee looked at her and shook his head.

She put her hands around him and stuffed the shirt down at the back, her loose breasts just touching his firm solid mass, then still looking up at him she stuffed the front tails into his belt and ran her hand down deep, making Lee gasp. She smiled at him, "Oh, sorry." She wasn't really, but she gave him a look that she was sure would brighten his day.

She opened the door and he stepped outside and turned, she smiled and said, "Good Night Lee," and closed the door slowly.

Rachel put her eye to the peep hole and watched him sort out what had just happened to him. His face showed some stress and then he started to smile, he turned and left. Rachel leaned back against the door and laughed for a few moments, then turned off the lights and drifted up the stairs.

Lee tossed his vest and gun belt into the Monte Carlo and leaned against it on his forearms, watching as her lights down stairs went out, a few moments later she came to her upstairs window and looked out, He waved and she waved back before she closed her curtains and Lee was left with memories of a most interesting, if stressful episode.

Lee took a deep breath and adjusted Mr. Johnson who was whining at him. He sat in the car and moved his erection over so the seat belt didn't cut off his circulation and drove away.

Upstairs Rachel was getting ready for a shower, she hung up her running suit and slipped out of her very damp panties tossing them on the hamper. She thought she should do some laundry.

With Mr. Johansson around she was going to go though two or three pair a day. She grinned and felt the need in her belly, turned on the water in her shower and waited for it to get warm, as she imagined Lee fondling her pubis, "his fingers were strong, she couldn't resist the urgency of his need any longer," She'd have to include that line in "Rachel and the Anaconda," that was hot, almost as hot as her, "Lustful channel of , no her lustful tunnel of love," she amended, and stuffed two fingers in her pussy as the hot water played on her back.

It wasn't enough, she needed more to release the tension of the evening. She soaped herself with floral scented soap and tried to relax, but that just made her feel submissive and that just made her hotter.

She had played with him tonight, knowing that she had made a purchase on the internet, from Horner Springs Flute and Fife, Purveyors of Fine Accoutrements, and the "Black Phantom" model was just what she needed tonight, she decided as she toweled off.

She wrapped the towel around her and knelt to take it out of the bottom drawer of her dresser. It had come in a very well made chipboard box, with a little divider to hold the Phantom in so it didn't slide and damage the horse hair whisk at it's base. She dropped the towel and let the whisk just caress her nipples as she thought about Lee and the anaconda.

In a few minutes she was on her bed with the towels under her hips as the phantom was stroking in and out, and in, hesitating as she wiggled it to hit that little spot that brought the fireworks, then out and in. Oh! so deep and oh so thick. Like an anaconda wiggling around and hitting the spots in order. She groaned and rolled to her side feeling the fireworks as she moaned, "Oh Lee, fuck me, fuck me hard"

By this time Lee was at his apartment, getting ready to take a shower, he looked down at his stiff cock and stroked it, "Well Mr. Johnson, it's just you, me, Madam Palm and the five sisters," He stepped into the shower and thought of brown breasts and wished he had been able to slap that ass and feel the quivering on his lips.

Despite her calm demeanor tonight, Lee felt she was a squealer when she came. He slowly washed his dick and thought of her squealing as he...

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Horner Springs Retirees #03



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Horner Springs Retirees #03



"No, it collapsed a long time ago and I doubt there is much that could be salvaged." Maureen said and took his hand. "Let me show you Billy and the girls."

Below the barn there were trees and a four wire fence of steel stakes and barbed wire. Maureen opened the gate and let Lester in then closed the gate. "They're, probably down under the trees by the river," she said and led him down to the flood plain that was quite broad and mostly grassy except at the waters edge. There were several sheep doing sheepish things in the shade of the trees. Maureen let Lester wander for a few moments as he looked at the river and the fence line.

"I hope he buys," she thought. "He looks like he's got the money. Why was Brent such a downer?" she wondered if she should have blown Brent this morning, "He's gay I know. But... But the bedroom was a good idea, and Les does have a manly manner." Maureen considered if she should be so familiar with a customer, again.

Les looked up and saw her smiling at him. "Why's there a gate into the next property?"

Maureen smiled, "So they can get in, in case there is a lost lamb or, they need to service their pump."

"Pump?" Les said as he walked up to Maureen.

"Yes, they've always used the beach to pump water, in the summer. The bank is too steep to install it down stream."

Les thought about it for a few seconds and asked, "Is it an easement in the deed?"

Maureen seemed shocked, "No, not that I'm aware of. Do you object?"

Les grinned, "Well, not really. I just wondered."

Maureen took him by the hand and said, "Let's find Billy, He's beautiful"

Les let her lead him deeper into the brush that screened the upstream part of the property. The slope was steeper on that side of the property, and he did want to see how they had fenced that side of the place.

Billy was lying down but stood and stamped his foot when he saw them come out of the brush that screened the lowest part of the pasture. A couple of ewes, with lambs, nervously edged up the hill. Maureen pointed and said proudly, "See? Isn't he magnificent?"

Lester looked at the ram that came forward as he recognized Maureen. He was a big sheep, it seemed to Les. His coat was short and he had almost a full curl to his horns. "What kind is he?" Les asked, more to acknowledge Maureen's enthusiasm, than for curiosity.

"A Peppin Merino, they come from Australia. He's second generation we've bred here. His daddy sired over a thousand lambs last year and I hope Billy can equal him this year." Maureen said, "He looks okay so let's not disturb him further." She turned, took Lester's hand and started out of the pasture.

Lester found out how loud sheep were when they were disturbed, and he didn't mind it so much until Billy, who was following them, decided to ask Maureen where dinner was, just behind Lester's back.

"Baa-a-a!"

Lester almost jumped out of his skin, "What the heck!?"

Maureen laughed, "He's hungry; usually I'm here just to feed them in the evening. He's got time confusion."

When Les turned, Billy saw him, lowered his head and stamped his hoof. "Why's he stamping his foot?"

Maureen led Les up to the fence, "He's telling you to get out of his space."

Lester opened the gate and said, "Let's not disappoint him then.

o~O~o

"Want to join the 'Mile High Club'?" She asked Les at the foot of the backstairs, "The base elevation here is 5,275 feet, we could do it on the stairs about half way up, but I have an airbed upstairs. That way we'd be sure and achieve our objective." She said with a grin.

Les kissed her cheek and said, "In the infantry, achieving objectives is a serious business. I've been trained to put my heart and soul into objectives." Les looked her in the eyes and said, "Know what I mean?"

Maureen who had been flirty since he got here, blanched, and stammered, "I'm, I'm sure I do." She smiled and took his hands in hers.

"Ba Boom!" a shot rang out, and Lester scooped Maureen off her feet and dove on top of her into a shallow depression. When she grunted, Lester came back from the war and said, "Holy shit, what was that?"

Maureen kissed him and said, "I knew you were manly, but my goodness." Then she kissed him again quickly, feeling a light sweat on his face. She sat up and said, "It's probably Aunt Jodie."

Lester looked up and saw a woman in a white terry cloth bath robe carrying a scoped lever action rifle near the fence line between the properties. She jacked the empty out on the ground and bent to pick up the brass.

"Aunt Jodie, what are you doing?" Maureen shouted.

The woman looked over at them, took an ear plug out of one ear, and said, "Maureen? A coyote." She said and pointed out toward the river. She grinned and yelled, "Isn't that a strange way to be selling real estate?" Then she laughed, long and loud.

Lester helped Maureen up and checked her for grass stains, then checked himself for bladder leakage. "All clear," he sighed.

Maureen said, "I guess you should meet the neighbor." She took his hand and led him over to a gate in the fence between the properties,

Jodie was an ash blond, with freckled skin, Lester saw as he got closer. She appeared to be in her early fifties, hair in an impromptu pony tail and no makeup. Lester watched her hands on the gun. She racked another round out of the action and picked it up, then slung the gun over her shoulder.

Maureen opened the gate and said, "This is Lester Murphy, he's interested in the place."

"Glad to meet you, Mr. Murphy. I'm Jodie Sorbados." She chucked and said, "Sorry to scare you, I thought you were in the house. I saw Maureen's car."

"Well I guess I'm a little sensitive, people have been shooting at me for a long time. I'm still getting used to being a civilian."

Jodie smiled, "Are you just out of the military?"

Les smiled at her, "Yep, finished up thirty-two years and moved here. I kind of like it, here." He looked at Maureen and grinned at her.

Maureen smiled back, but turned to Jodie and said, "Aunt Jodie, you can't shoot off a gun in the city limits. What were you thinking?"

Jodie looked at her, "The City ends at the creek. Over here it's the county, and no judge in the county will take sides with a coyote. I got the bastard too. He was headed down toward your sheep, so you owe me a lamb."

Maureen blanched, "Good thing you got him then. I suppose I could let you have a ewe lamb."

"Well, I had my eye on a ram lamb, there are three of them now." Jodie said soberly.

"Well then I suppose you won't mind paying the stud fee for the three ewes you put down there then?"

"He ain't proved up on them yet."

Maureen saw that this wouldn't result in Lester's signature on an offer letter and changed tactics, "Why are you hunting coyotes in your bathrobe?"

"I always carry my gun when I go to the hot spring. You never know when you'll get a shot." Jodie grinned, "Besides, I wanted to try a new load in the three oh eight."

Lester asked, "Weren't you shooting a .30-30?"

Jodie glanced at him, "No why?"

Lester said, "Well that Marlin is usually in .30-30. I just assumed..."

Jodie smiled at Lester, "It's .308 Marlin Express. I guess you know a lot about guns? My Emile was crazy for Weatherby's. Too heavy for me."

Lester took another look at her and decided that she wasn't a bad looking woman. Les couldn't see any similarity between them but Jodie was a good fifteen years older than Maureen. Then he realized, that Jodie was more his age, maybe younger. He smiled and said, "You mentioned a hot spring?"

Jodie smiled, "Yes, Emile set up the pools and I was just going down for a soak. If you've already seen the house, why don't you join me?" She winked at him and grinned.

Lester couldn't help himself he smiled, and got a worried look from Maureen. Shaking his head, he said, "Thanks, just the same but I don't have trunks." He glanced at Maureen and saw her nodding.

Maureen took Lester's arm and said, "I was going to go over the renovation estimates with Mr. Murphy. I cleaned up the master suite like I told you."

Jodie took his other arm and said, "At Sorbados Springs, we don't use suits. Strictly au natural. Besides I've got a half gallon of Passion fruit punch and if you don't help me drink it, I shall be very drunk." Jodie looked across at Maureen, "You can come too, Maureen, so we'll have a chaperone." Jodie looked at Lester, "A lonely widow woman must protect her reputation."

Lester nodded but smirked at her and she grinned right back. Lester was enjoying his Sunday. It was almost noon and he thought he might get laid more than once today.

Maureen looked up at Lester in desperation and said, "Well, do you want to?"

Lester tried to figure out what the best answer was. He was out of his league. Jodie came to his rescue.

"Of course he wants too. He's just hoping you'll join us." Jodie said pulling Lester toward a footpath.

Lester was being pulled and Maureen said with some trepidation, "Okay, but only one punch for me."

The women propelled Les up the footpath to the house, where Jodie got robes and towels, while Maureen and Lester undressed in the house and put their robes on.

Jodie took the gun, Lester carried the jug of punch, and Maureen carried the plastic cups back down the foot path to the springs.

"No glass in the pool area," Jodie commented.

"Good idea, Jodie," Murphy replied.

"My Emil set up the springs, and put in the tub. We'll use it 'cause the pools are too hot this time of year." Jodie said as they walked down the path.

Maureen held his arm a little tightly every time Jodie spoke. Lester noticed the two women maintained a little distance between themselves.

The hot spring was a two inch pipe coming out of the ground which poured steaming water out into a small concrete pool that then over flowed into a plastic pipe which emptied into a another pool. The area around the pools was paved with sandstone flags and there were two chaise lounges, with a small table between them. A short board fence with hooks made a place to hang towels and shielded the area from the house. A small but modern hot tub with gazebo was on the down hill side.

Murphy averted his eyes as Maureen and Jodie disrobed and slipped into the hot tub. Maureen said, "Okay, Les, now you can come in."

Lester turned and saw the women were tits deep in the bubbling tub and were, almost modest as they grinned at him.

He grinned and said, "Aren't you going to cover your eyes?"

The women looked at him, looked at each other, and snickered. "Should we?" Jodie asked Maureen, who smirked at Lester and shook her head slowly.

Murphy shook his head, disrobed, hung it on the fence and carried his drink to the tub, his half hard dick swinging as he lifted his leg to step up into the pool. Jodie made an odd noise, he didn't know what it meant until he eased himself down into the fairly hot water and sat amid bubbles and jets that massaged his spine. "Oh, that's good," he said and looked directly at Jodie who had moved to be opposite him.

"Emile used to say it was like slipping back into the womb," Jodie said grinning.

"I doubt he was actually that polite," Maureen laughed and sipped her drink.

Jodie looked at Maureen and grinned, "Well he was, shall I say, earthier in his language. But that's what he meant."

Murphy sipped his drink and thought about money, where it would come from, and where would it go, how he was going to cover the hole in his savings and, perhaps more immediately, was he going to get screwed, fucked, or laid in this transaction?

Murphy asked Jodie, "Maureen tells me that the place was a house of ill repute at one time."

"Oh that was a long time ago, and it was a house of some repute, at the time. Congressmen and Ambassadors stayed at Horner House. Finest accommodation in the valley, of course there wasn't much here in the 30's. The Street cars came up to the edge of the Village, and there was a carriage to take guests around. The Hot Springs up at the lake was the main attraction then." Jodie sipped her drink and slid down in the water a bit.

"What about the street name?" Murphy asked Jodie.

"Slippery Richard Road? It was previously known as Slippery Dick Road, until the city complained to the County. It was named for "Slippery Dick" Horner, a cousin of the Horner Springs Horner's, who came out from back east to operate the Horner Springs Traction and Freight that the Horner family had agreed to finance."

Jodie laughed and continued, "Richard had some disagreement with the family and went on to make his name in bully beef and lard during the Spanish American war. It was the lard that gave him the name, well, and his shady dealings."

"Richard left a small fortune to his son and three daughters. His son went to Spain to fight the fascists and returned a changed man."

"His grandson was called to fight the Japanese and never made it over seas. He spent the demobilization period in a government warehouse, getting rid of stuff. From then on he dealt in War Surplus and things he never talked about."

"My husband, Emil inherited the place, but by that time he had this place and so he just kept it, in case he had two sons." Jodie frowned and said, "That wasn't to be however, so Maureen inherited the place. Emil thought she would be able to sell it."

"So you are the owner?" Lester asked Maureen.

"Well, actually the family trust is the owner but I have full control, as long as Aunt Jodie goes along." Maureen said and looked at Jodie.

Jodie slid up and reached for her drink. "I have an obligation to the Family. It may be mine by marriage, but it's all the family I have."

"Well, so what do you think Les?" Maureen said and leaned toward him.

Murphy considered the tactical situation as he sipped his drink and thought; he looked at the strategic situation. He had the money for the house, but the repairs and reconstruction that Brent's estimates covered were worrisome.

Both women were watching him closely and seemed anxious, he sipped his drink and said, "I need some time to figure it all out, financing and how much of the reconstruction I can afford. I like the house, but it is really too big for one man. I'd rattle around in there like BB in a boxcar." He laughed, but the women didn't join him.

Jodie said, "You could reopen it as a Bed and Breakfast, the tourist trade is coming back now."

"Yes, that's what I had hoped for, Horner House reopened and its name cleared, after all this time." Maureen said and stroked Lester's leg.

Les looked at Maureen, "Well that's an idea. Not sure how good I'd be as an inn keeper. Or, why anyone would want to stay here when they could stay in town?"

Maureen smiled and said, "Well Horner House does have a cachet. Now of course it's just an old house to most of the town. If it were resurrected, and the prices were high enough, 45% occupancy could cover the costs. I looked at it before," she said, "I just never could afford it."

"Wait, what's cachet?" Lester asked.

"That little something that adds a twist, an accent if you will, a characteristic feature or quality conferring prestige." She grinned and stroked Lester's leg with her foot and his thigh with her hand.

Jodie snickered and said, "They say Horner House was famous for its cachet, back in the twenties. The only accommodations in Horner Springs where all the staff were Futter Institute graduates. Of course the staff turnover was high but there were a lot of wedding's thrown at Horner House then."

Lester had a thought about weddings, and his mind was drifting off into wedding nights, when he realized how much money a good wedding chapel in a town with the right wedding laws could make. He made a note to see what the local ordinances were.

"Well I guess girls with college degrees in the twenties were pretty rare." Murphy said and realized that his dick was hard and Maureen was rubbing his belly.

Jodie laughed, "The Institute, doesn't grant degrees, but they provide a hell of an education. Or so it appears. Maureen is a graduate and Student Advisor."

"Really, so did you study real estate in school?" Murphy asked and moved so she could fondle his good parts.

Maureen smiled and slid next to him where she could advance her case, and whisper in his ear, "Well the Institute doesn't have vocational classes, but I did study, sales and marketing, I guess you could say." She kissed his ear and squeezed his dick.

Lester glanced at Jodie who was reaching for her drink, so he reached up and pinched Maureen's breast softly.

Jodie sipped her drink and said, "I saw that Mr. Murphy. I wonder just what you're in the market for? It doesn't look like real estate to me." She grinned at them.

Lester blushed and glanced at Maureen, "Well, I'm having a hard time separating business and pleasure."

Maureen leaned back and recovered her drink. "Business can be pleasure, if you do it right." She grinned and finished her drink.

Jodie giggled and said, "If you're going to get another, could you fill mine too?"

Maureen stood and took Jodie's cup, "I'm going to get out and cool off," She looked at Lester, "You can stay if you like, I'm just going to lie on the chaise."

Lester looked up at her, captured by the sight of her, wet and naked. He took a deep breath and nodded. The water was above her knees, her pussy was almost bare and what little hair she had was wispy. The little droplets were vainly clinging to her momentarily, only to drip off into the pool.

Lester wondered if he would be like them, able to caress her for a moment, but in the end he too would be shed. He looked up at her breasts and face and thought about her and the future. He smiled and said, "I'll stay, but I could use a refill."

Maureen took their cups and got out of the tub. Lester watched her go and Jodie chuckled.

"You seem to me to be an ambitious man, Lester." Jodie said.

Les looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, I try to dream big otherwise you never gain anything of real importance."

Jodie nodded, "I've found at our age that, you can't wait for things to happen, you have to make them happen."

"That's true of any age. At our age we just realize that there is more time in the past than in the future." He looked at Jodie and grinned a bit, "That's why I decided that I would get out of the Army. I'm looking to enjoy the rest of my life."

Jodie smiled and looked wistful, "Emile always said that life was a crap shoot, bet big when you have it." She moved over next to Lester, "You want to enjoy the rest of the afternoon?" she asked quietly, looking at Maureen pouring the drinks.

Les looked at her, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

Jodie stroked his arm and said, "How do you feel about education?"

Les felt Jodie's thigh next to his and he could see, Maureen's smooth curves, her breasts swayed as she stepped to the tub carrying the drinks. He looked at Jodie and said, "I'm generally in favor of it, why?"

Jodie grinned and accepted the cup from Maureen who was smirking at them.

"Well, Aunt Jodie, I see you decided?" Maureen said.

Jodie laughed and nodded, "We were just discussing, how at our age, you have to go after what you want, not wait for it to come to you."

Maureen stooped over to hand Lester his drink, one hand on the side of the tub, her breasts dangling, she grinned at him, "And what about you, what do you want?"

Lester looked at her as he accepted the drink, he took a big gulp of it, more to give himself time to think of something wittier than, "I want you to sit on my face," he didn't think she'd understand. "I, I, I want to get out and cool off now. This tub is a little hot after all."

Jodie was holding his arm and her breast was pressed against it, "Oh don't go yet."

Les smiled and looked at her, "Well I'm starting to sweat."




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Jodie giggled, "So am I, maybe we both should get out?" She stood and offered Lester her hand.

The water droplets ran down her freckled breasts and belly, only to drip off her hairless clean shaven pubis, Lester took her hand and stood. She was very close to him, standing in the small tub. She was looking up at his eyes and put her hand on his chest. "My, you're very fit looking." She squeezed his pectoral and grinned.

Lester looked at Maureen for help, but she just smiled and stepped away. He looked at Jodie and saw her breasts were still firm and looked tempting, even compared to Maureen's. He glanced over to Maureen who had sat on one of the chaise lounges and was smiling at them.

Les turned back to Jodie and said quietly, "If you keep fondling me, I might have to reciprocate."

Jodie laughed, "I wouldn't mind," she said and squeezed his chest again.

Lester glanced at Maureen, who had leaned back and closed her eyes. Les looked at Jodie and cupped her right breast softly. She grinned at him and put her hand on his hip. Her breast was smooth and firm, he leaned down and kissed her softly, she kissed him back, firmly. Les kept his hand on her breast but leaned back and said, "Why don't we join Maureen?"

Jodie kissed him quickly then said, "Sure, although there are only two lounges, but you could sit with me." She took his hand and they got out of the hot tub.

Lester and Jodie went to the fence and recovered their towels, dried off and Les sat on the chaise lounge, facing Maureen who had her arm over her eyes. Her naked body was a feast for Lester's eyes, but Jodie was so close he had to admit that Jodie was awfully tempting too.

Jodie said, "Les, could you bring our drinks, we left them on the tub."

"Sure," Lester said and got up to retrieve the drinks. Lester turned back to the women and saw that they were both laying on the lounges, on their sides and smiling at him. Les said, "What? Why are you looking at me?"

Jodie just giggled, Maureen sipped her punch and said, "We're just admiring your manly frame. You don't mind do you?"

"You're not making me a sex object are you?"

Maureen smiled, "Well, maybe a sexy object," she said and chucked. Jodie laughed and lay back on the lounge.

Lester took the drinks over and sat on the edge of Jodie's lounge so he could get the full view of Maureen's lovely body. She turned on her side and reached for her drink.

Jodie finished off what she had in her cup. "Could you pour me another?" Jodie said and held up her cup.

Les poured her a drink and refilled Maureen's and his own as well. He sat back and glanced at the naked women, thinking, "Shit Murphy, you may get double teamed."

"Maureen tells me all the time about the Institute, and how we need to be giving in sex. I think there might be something in that, but I like the receiving too," Jodie said.

Lester choked on his punch and looked at Jodie. "What did you say?"

Jodie smiled and said, "I said, I like sex, don't you Lester?"

Lester looked at Jodie and nodded.

Maureen sipped her drink, "He's pretty good at it too, and he has a nice manner for an untutored novice."

"What do you mean untutored novice?" Lester asked.

Maureen grinned and said, "Have you ever had formal sex education?"

"No, I just picked it up as I went along."

Maureen smiled, "Would you like a lesson?"

"Here it comes," Lester thought, "A double team in the sunshine!" "Sure, if you mean what I think you mean."

Maureen took a big drink of her punch and sat her cup on the table. She patted the lounge next to her, "Come sit by me."

Lester changed seats and looked at Maureen. She ginned at him and said, "Give me your hands."

Lester took a sip of his punch and put his drink on the table. He offered his hands to Maureen, who took them in her hands and kissed his fingertips softly.

Maureen looked at Lester and asked, "How many erogenous zones do you think a woman has?"

Les looked at his hands and smiled, "Oh, five, seven?"

Maureen smiled and kissed his finger tips again, shook her head and said, "Depending upon circumstances, a woman can be sexually excited by almost every part of her body. For example, if you were to touch me very lightly on the neck, just under the ears, it would feel good." She guided Lester's hands to her throat.

He lightly touched her neck and stroked her skin under the ears. She smiled at him, she was very warm and her skin was soft and delicate, particularly just under her earlobes. He said, "Wouldn't it be better if I kissed you right here?" and rubbed the soft skin behind her ears.

She smiled and said, "Kissing is good too. But I wanted..." She put her hands on Lester's arms and drew him to her so that his face was millimeters from hers. So close she could purse her lips and touch his, which she did.

Lester let his lips brush against hers and felt her breath on his upper lip. He kept his eyes open, looking into her eyes and felt his cock hardening.

She held him that way for a moment and then turned her head so he could nuzzle her neck and kiss her softly under the ear, his hands gathering her to him as he smelled the delicate fragrance of woman. He kissed her earlobe and sucked on it for a second, when she shivered and laughed. She pushed him away and said, "Sucking also works."

Lester grinned at her, "Indeed it does."

Jodie snickered, "Licking works too. Emile used to lick me and it drove me wild with passion."

Lester, who had forgotten about Jodie, looked over at her, her eyes were wide, she was smiling and kind of jittery as she watched.

Maureen pulled his hands from her sides and kissed his finger tips again, "Licking is a third stage excitation. We'll ignore that for the moment."

Lester gave her a pouty look and smiled as she stroked his cheek.

"Now after you have her attention, you could escalate the effect by touching her, on the shoulders, very lightly and moving your hands in slow circles." She put his hands on her shoulders and smiled.

Lester stroked her shoulders and over her collarbones, down her arms and leaned in to kiss her lips but she turned her head and let him kiss her neck again.

After a moment, Maureen pushed him back again, saying, "That was very good. But let's move on." She put his hands on her breasts, moving his palms over her nipples, "If you gently graze her skin with your fingertips and circle her areola with your thumbs it feels delicious."

Lester smiled and squeezed her breasts, circled her nipples with his thumbs and watched her smile broaden. She was so beautiful, perhaps like a classic Grecian beauty, rather than the modern ideal of teen aged youth. She appeared to him to be enjoying it and Lester certainly was.

Jodie giggled and said, "Oh, do me, do me like that!"

Lester's head snapped around and looked at Jodie, she blushed and put her hand over her mouth. She giggled and said, "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did." Maureen said and lifted Lester's hands off her breasts. "I think it might be a good idea is Les 'did you'. He makes me forget I'm teaching."

Lester looked at Maureen and then at Jodie who was grinning and moved over to allow Lester to sit beside her.

Maureen got up and walked around to the other side of Jodie's lounge and said, "Here Les, straddle the lounge. Aunt Jodie, give him some room." Lester moved and straddled the lounge. Jodie raised her knees and was looking over them at Lester, chewing her lower lip. When Lester sat, Maureen picked up Jodie's ankles and put them on either side of Lester. "Now slide up a bit, Les, that's right nice and close."

Lester looked up at Maureen and slid forward until he had Jodie's knees over his legs almost at his hips. He glanced down and saw her pussy was spread so her inner lips were showing some pink.

Jodie looked a bit nervous but smiled, "I've never done this before."

"It will do you some good, to learn about your body. Now Les lean forward and caress her neck." Maureen said. Both of you concentrate on your breathing. I want you to breathe deeply and through the nose."

Lester was so close he didn't need to lean much to massage Jodie behind the ears. She felt soft and just as delicate as Maureen, but unlike Maureen, she closed her eyes and quivered a little. Lester glanced down at her breasts and her belly, which was fairly flat. This wasn't what he was thinking about in a double team, but it wasn't bad. Lester was breathing deeply and the smell of a hot woman was prominent.

"Les, breathe deeply and let your breath caresse her with your steamy virility."

Lester let his lips just touch the soft skin of her neck and let his breath flow down her neck, his lips nipping at the soft hair behind her ear.

Jodie was making small sounds and had her eyes closed.

"Jodie. Open your eyes and look at Les, his shoulders, his manly virility so close to you, breathe deeply and do your Kegels, like I showed you."

"Oh, Maureen! Now?"

Maureen grinned, "Yes now. Clinch and hold for five then relax for five."

"Now nuzzle her neck and stroke her shoulders," Maureen said.

Les leaned forward and kissed Jodie's neck, the soft blond hair and smooth skin tickled his lips and nose. She had a floral perfume on that had almost faded, but there was a hint of it. He breathed deeply and licked her neck softly while his hand caressed her shoulders and upper chest.

Jodie quivered and moaned a little before she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard.

Lester caressed her breasts and kissed her mouth. His thumbs were massaging her nipples, which were getting firmer. She had her hands behind his head and pulled him to her mouth more firmly. He kneaded her breasts and she moaned again. Pushing her hips toward Lester, and soon he felt her pussy rubbing against his erection, down low at the root, but it was wet and hot.

Maureen pulled them apart, saying, "That's enough for now."

Jodie looked up at her and said, "No, you can't mean that."

Maureen laughed, "What say we get out of the sun and not risk sunburn?"

Jodie looked at Lester and said, "We could go to the house?" She looked at Maureen, "Please? I haven't had a man touch me in years!"

Les nodded, "That sounds like a good idea to me." He leaned forward and kissed Jodie on the lips, her arms were quickly around his neck and her hips moving, rubbing her puss against his dick.

Maureen let them go for a moment then pulled them apart again. "Get up and let's take this inside."

Lester tweaked Jodie's nipples briefly as he stood. He helped her up and she immediately went for her towel and robe, saying, "I'll go get it ready." And ran up the path toward the house naked and carrying her robe and towel.

Maureen grinned at Les and said, "You'll make allowance for her, Uncle Emile has been gone four years and she's... she's a little anxious."

Lester put on his robe and smiled up at Jodie, "Yes she does seem anxious." He grinned at Maureen, "She forgot the Marlin too. I'll bring it."

Maureen took the cups and punch, and Lester slung the gun over his shoulder. They walked up to the house.

Lester looked at Maureen and asked, "Did you set this up? You know, with Aunt Jodie?"

Maureen looked up at him and smiled slyly, "You're complaining?" Then she laughed, "Well, I talked to her about her celibacy when I came out to clean up the bedroom. I didn't know what would happen. With her, you never know." She smiled, "Aunt Jodie and I are all that's left of our branch of the family. She can drive you crazy, but she has a great heart. She needed to address a few things before..."

"Before what?" Lester said and held her by the shoulders.

Maureen looked up at him, "Before she decided to take lessons, from me." She looked sheepishly at him and asked, "You, you don't object to helping do you? I thought it might do you some good too."

Lester looked at her frowning for a moment, and then grinned, "I'll admit that a lesson might teach this old dog a new trick or two. Of course I don't object, as long as it won't affect our relationship?"

Maureen processed that, for a moment her face flickering in indecision, she smiled and caressed, his cheek, "Les, if you do this, and follow my directions, it will enhance our relationship. I mean that."

Lester laughed, hugged Maureen and kissed her. He stood back and smiled, "Thank you, for being Maureen Sorbados. I've never met anyone like you, and it is a rare honor."

He kissed her forehead and she held him to her for a moment, "I thank you for being so giving, Les, it's not often that a man is."

Les looked into her eyes and said, "So are we going to continue our lessons?"

Maureen smiled and said, "Of course, I can't be having a neophyte fail to satisfy my Aunt. I'm going to show you everyway to make her, and most any other woman you find, squirm with passion and become your slave." She winked at him, "If only for the moment."

She pulled him by the arm up to the house.

o~O~o

Lester was in Jodie's living room in his robe and wondering if Maureen was... Well he was wondering if Maureen was as into him as much as she had appeared to be over at the house when he had fondled her. Maureen had gone up stairs when Jodie had called her.

Maureen slipped into the bathroom and found Jodie trying to fit a small tube to a shaft of white plastic, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh Maureen, can you get this to fit, I'm so nervous I can't get it to fit."

Maureen frowned and said, "Les is waiting. Why are you playing with that?"

Jodie grinned, "It's douche, I didn't want Les to have to ... Well I wanted to be clean. "

Maureen took the tube and plastic piece from her and looked at it. She found a threaded portion at the base of the four inch plastic shaft and threaded it into the tube and said, "There, what are you going to do with it?"

Jodie picked up a green plastic pouch and showed it to her, "The tube fits on here, but it won't fit."

Maureen took the pouch and read on the writing on the side, ""Mrs. Nightingale's Continental Douche," She saw the instructions were more pictures and that the tube connected to the pouch, after you removed the cap. She unscrewed the cap, taking care to fit the tubing to the pouch and handed it to Jodie, who laughed and straddled the toilet as she fitted the white plastic into her pussy, and sat on the seat, holding the pouch before her belly. "Oh my, that's cold." She shivered as she pressed the pouch against her belly and a trickle of liquid splashed in the toilet.

Maureen looked at her hair and said, "I'm sure Les will appreciate it, but I'm beginning to wonder if this is such a good idea?"

Jodie finished squeezing the pouch and removed the shaft, wiped herself and said, "It's a very good idea and I wanted to thank you for sharing."

Maureen looked at Jodie and said, "You really need to fix your hair. You look like, well, a mess.

Jodie stood and looked in the mirror, "Oh damn," and removed the scrunchie that held her ponytail and began to brush her hair.

Maureen touched up her hair and said, "I took the liberty of having him tested, he's clean and very potent, so condoms at all times, OK?"

Jodie laughed, "If Emile couldn't get me pregnant, I doubt that I need to worry."

"So say doubting Thomas's and expectant mothers. Don't expect age to protect you, As I said, he's very potent."

Jodie turned and grinned, her blue eyes flashing, "He looks potent and the scars aren't bad at all. They make him look a little dangerous," she giggled and applied a bit of lipstick.

Maureen saw another green pouch on the counter and asked, "Do you mind if I do the same?"

Jodie continued to brush her hair, "Sure but you owe me one."

Maureen kissed her on the cheek, "We shall see who owes who, after this escapade." She opened the package, fitted the parts together and sat on the toilet, "Oh, you were right, it is cold."

Jodie looked over and said, "I was thinking how Les could make it all warm," she giggled and said, "Have you fed him dessert?"

Maureen finished squeezing the bag and nodded, "Last Tuesday, We were at the Diner and I fed him my Smushie." She giggled, "I was surprised when he said he was interested in the house, I guess I got carried away.

Jodie looked at Maureen and said quietly, "You mean you're leading him on, to sell the house?"

Maureen wiped herself and said, "Well that was part of it at first, but now I'm not sure. You said you'd help. Are you just going along to sell the house?"

Jodie grinned and brushed her hair vigorously, "No, I wouldn't be so crass. I'm going along with this because I need, really need, a man, and Les seems to be very nice."

Maureen stood and kissed her aunt on the cheek, "It's never bad to cultivate a client, particularly when he has such a cute cock." She smiled at Jodi in the mirror and barrowed the brush to touch up her hair,"

Jodie put on her robe and said, "I'll go see what he's doing."

Jodie found Lester standing in front of the gun cabinet in the front room. She said, "Would you like to look at them?"

Lester turned and saw that Jodie had brushed her hair which now came down to her shoulders, he smiled, "Well they are very pretty. Like a lot of things around here."

Jodie smiled, got the key from the desk and opened the cabinet, removed a rifle saying, "Here's the best one. I gave it to Emile on his sixtieth birthday. He never fired it, said it was too pretty to scratch up."

Lester took the rifle and opened the bolt to make sure it was safe and looked at it. The stock was finely figured walnut and instead of checkering it had carved oak leaves, in the German manner instead. "This isn't you normal Weatherby is it?"

Jodie shook her head and said, "No, I had a smith up in Spokane restock it for Emile's birthday. It's Turkish walnut with ebony and maple grip cap and fore end."

The rifle was fairly heavy, Lester asked, "What caliber?"

"It's .257 Weatherby Magnum. Emile was talking about antelope hunting and I thought it would be good for that."

Lester nodded and closed the bolt, letting the striker down by pulling the trigger as he did. "Very pretty, too pretty to shoot." He handed it back to Jodie who wiped it down with a cloth and put it away.

She closed and locked the cabinet then put the key away. "I wonder what's taking Maureen so long?"

Maureen came into the room and said, "Well, are we ready now for our lessons?"

Jodie gripped Lester's arm and looked up at him, "Please," she said with a little pout.

Les patted her hand on his arm and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Maureen said, "Let me look at you." She stepped in front of Jodie, untied her sash and reclosed the robe, so it opened to the right and put her next to Lester. "Now, Les, set in the middle of the couch."

Lester sat, and Maureen put Jodie on his right, Maureen knelt at Lester's knees and smiled, "Now Les nuzzle her neck, you'll have to slide down a bit."

Lester got in position and launched his first volley into Jodie's warm neck. Jodie giggled and then put her hand in his hair. He kissed and licked her under the ear, felt Maureen pull his hand up and into Jodie's robe so he could fondle her breast and play with her nipple as she squirmed under his inquisitive lips.

Maureen said, "How's he doing Aunt Jodie?"

Jodie giggled and said, "Oh, good enough. Ooo, ohoo, Yes, yes."

Lester felt Maureen's warm hand as she fondled his thigh under his robe.

Her hand strayed up and she brushed the root of his cock, then it went down, as she said, "I think we need to show some reciprocity."

Lester turned his head and asked, "What?"

Jodie whimpered, "Oh, and it felt so good too."

Maureen moved between Lester's legs and opened his robe. She fondled Lester's cock with both hands, leaned over and licked it from root to tip and then sucked ever so lightly on the firming head, as her tongue teased it. She leaned back after a few moments. Lester was fully erect and throbbing in her hands.




Horner Springs Retirees #04



Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to advance or reduce a character, depending upon how you, the readers respond. Tell me what you think.

JackLuis

Sexual Education





Horner Springs Retirees #04



"What!" Jodie exclaimed.

"Well, we teach that women 'of an age', have different needs than younger women, and the boys need to learn how to satisfy those needs. It also helps them develop their stamina."

Jodie looked at Les, then Maureen and asked, "Stamina?"

"Copular stamina and ejaculation avoidance, it is part of the curriculum. Lots of boys get so excited that they cum too early and we find that older more experienced women helps them with their ability to concentrate on their control."

"What?" Jodie said and blushed.

"Of course you would need to brush up on your technique and pass the qualification tests, but yes, you could help too."

"I could?" Jodie asked incredulously and Les could see she was seriously considering the offer.

"Sure," Maureen said smiling broadly at her aunt. "That is, if you can restrain yourself, and not just jump their bones because you can."

"Maureen!" Jodie exclaimed, "I... I can be very restrained"

Maureen smiled and said, "Well show me then. Put on some panties and rejoin us."

"Why?"

"Because you are going to play the part of an eighteen year old virgin to evaluate Les, and we generally start with covered stimulation."

Jodie blushed briefly and giggled, "Oh, what are we going to do?"

"Go choose some panties, fairly full and silk or nylon, it works better."

Lester looked at Jodie as she hopped off the bed and began looking through her undies drawer. He looked at Maureen, "Do I need shorts?"

Maureen kissed him, "No, I think we can dispense with those." She slid her hand down, squeezed his semi stiff cock and stroked him a little. "I think you are just fine the way you are, although..."

"Although?" Les replied quickly.

"Although you could be more erect, but I think that will take care of itself." She smiled and kissed him for a moment as Jodie slipped into a pair of low slung red bikini panties.

Lester was surprised when Jodie jumped on the bed and made him realize just how distracting Maureen could be.

Maureen looked at Jodie and said, "For this first lesson, I need you to...

o~O~o

Gilhoulie looked at his watch, it was 15:00 hours and Murphy was late. Gilhoulie had told him the barbeque started at 14:00 hours and it wasn't like Master Sergeant Murphy to be late for grub. Gilhoulie looked at his own Aloha shirt and laughed, realizing that this wasn't the Army anymore, and he had no call on Murphy's time. Still he wondered where Murphy was.

"Mr. Gilhoulie?" a rather short young man asked.

Gilhoulie turned and looked down at Reynard Foxworthy, one of the students he had hired to tend his condom machines. "Yeah, Reynard?"

The kid shook his head, "I was wondering if we could start the food? The girls are getting hungry and I'm afraid they'll leave."

Gilhoulie chucked, "Oh we wouldn't want that, would we? Yeah go ahead and put on the dogs, I'll make a pit stop and join you."

Young Mr. Foxworthy nodded and left thinking to himself, "I told him a thousand times, to call me Foxy," Reynard was a little sensitive because of the girls who were gathered in the back yard of the house that Gilhoulie had rented to serve as the central office for Gilhoulie Enterprises. Not many of them knew that his given name was Reynard, and he thought it cool to be called Foxy.

He went to the kitchen and pulled the platter of various sausages out of the refrigerator and carried them out to the grill, which he had fired up over an hour ago and kept feeding charcoal so the grill was pretty hot.

The sound system belted out a Country tune, with a disco beat. Some of the people were dancing on the small concrete patio.

A couple of girls came over and watched him, sipping punch and making small talk as he put the dogs on the grill. Foxy was happy to have the even minor attention of Betty and June, who weren't half bad looking, although Betty did have a slight moustache, which she blamed on her Sicilian heritage, and June was a little skinny.

Gilhoulie came out of the house with an apron on and a Chef's hat. "Where's the Beef" he exclaimed to the dozen or so GE employees and assorted guests.

He got a cheer as they realized he had brought out a large bowl of potato salad and behind him, G.G. Trewilliger carried a platter of buns. They put the food on one of the trestle tables covered with a paper table cloth, next to the tub of iced drinks Gilhoulie had provided. He had put in a large supply of Mountain Dew, seeing how that was the drink of choice among the geeks, as he thought of them.

G.G. Trewilliger, got herself a Mountain Dew, followed Gilhoulie over the grill and watched him grilling the sausages. She had missed lunch and was a bit peckish.

She was almost five feet tall and almost twenty, as she told people. She had a bit of a problem getting people to realize she wasn't fourteen and her depressingly minor boobage was a worry she wouldn't let others see.

Gilhoulie smiled at G.G., she was so cute and Gilhoulie was careful to not kid her the way he did the boys. First she was sensitive about a lot of things, second she was the only one who could make the books come out the way Gilhoulie wanted them, and thirdly Gilhoulie thought of her as a surrogate daughter he might have had, if he hadn't dedicated himself to blowing shit up and killing people that the Army told him to.

She was a little girl, with dark hair she kept short and had always dressed in black until she had started working for Gilhoulie. He had to talk her into wearing the GE uniform of a blue shirt and trousers; he even had some tailored for her. She was a terror to the boys who ran the service trucks and kept them on their assignments, with Gilhoulie's menacing backing. Few of the boys resented her, because they knew that she was the brightest software geek of them all.

Gilhoulie had recruited from the Engineering school at the University and found that the geeky kids were hard workers, when they applied themselves. He had pumped up the propaganda about the Sexual Responsibility Program and how the condom business was God's work, if you thought about it right. Most of the boys agreed, if only to keep their part time jobs that paid a lot better than busing tables at the Pizzeria.

So it was that Gilhoulie was the center of attention of the small crowd and he liked that, even if his sausages grilling were the reason for his popularity.

o~O~o

Lester's sausage was also being grilled, but not quite for the same reason.

"Now, don't let your penis penetrate" Maureen said as Murphy was performing a "Reverse Pony Ride" on Jodie.

Jodie whimpered and said, "Ple, please, Maureen, let him fuck me."

Maureen laughed and said, "Is that anyway for an eighteen year old virgin to talk?" and she laughed, "We are training Les and you promised to help."

"Oh, oh," Jodie said as Lester's cock rubbed against her clit and vagina. She was bent over, keeling at the edge of the bed, Lester was behind her, standing on the floor, and had his cock between her tender, well lubricated lips stroking it slowly between them, whishing he could fuck her.

They had done the covered stimulation, where Lester rubbed Jodie's pudenda with his fingers through her panties and advanced to, him licking her pussy through her panties, removing her panties, now dripping wet and slippery, and Lester rubbed her tender lips and clit, then he licked her pussy as Maureen described several techniques for Lester to try and master. From that Maureen had advanced to the "Reverse Pony Ride" technique, which Maureen explained was another way to stimulate without penetration.

Jodie was moaning and Lester could feel that if he just lowered his hips, he'd be able to enter her now very willing and needy vagina, which was something he very much wanted to do. It was only the fact that he didn't have a condom on, and it would be against the rules Maureen had explained, that kept him from giving her the deep stroke she, and he wanted.

Les bit his lip and tried not to think of slick hot lips on his dick. Fortunately, she was rubbing on the top of his cock and not along his frenum. He wasn't sure he could resist coming, if she was rubbing her slick hot pussy on the front of his cock.

Fortunately for both of them, Maureen relented and said, "Enough, time to go to the next technique." Jodie moaned as Lester slipped his cock from between her legs and took a deep breath. Jodie dropped her face to the bed but kept moving her hips for a moment before she fell over on her side and looked up at Maureen.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Jodie said to Maureen.

Maureen patted her cheek and said, "Trust me, you'll thank me later"

Lester was breathing somewhat regularly now but his cock was hard as a rock and he wanted to fuck someone, particularly Maureen. "What's next?" he asked almost afraid of the answer.

Maureen got off the bed and kissed Murphy, "Tipping and flicking, and then copulation."

"Oh thank God." Jodie said softly.

Maureen laughed, "Now Les come, sit on the towel, facing the headboard, between Jodie's legs."

Maureen helped Jodie get in position so she was on the trice folded towel and Lester's cock was in easy reach of her pussy, his legs around her hips, her legs over Murphy's and her back supported by a couple of fluffy pillows.

"Now, lay back and relax, Aunt Jodie."

Jodie lay back watching Lester and pursing her lips at him.

Maureen said, "I think we had better put a condom on now." She unwrapped one and smiled as she put it on Lester's cock. She could have been mean and stroked his dick, but she was afraid that might set him off. He had been through a full five minutes of "Reverse Pony" and she didn't want to over stress his resolve.

"Now, Les come up close and push your penis down so it just touches Jodie's clit." She watched as Les did as he was told.

Jodie jumped as his dick hit her clit. She looked at him and bit her lip.

"Now this is called 'flicking the clit'," Maureen said. "You let your penis rise up quickly massaging her clit with just the soft tip."

Lester released his dick, it snapped to attention and Jodie jerked.

Maureen giggled and said, "Doesn't that feel good Aunt Jodie?" "Les do that several more times."

"Oh, ahh, Oh!," Jodie said as Lester's cock flicked her clit. It felt like an electric shock and then his cock pulled her hood down over her clitoris, only to lift up her hood and flick her swollen sensitive clit again and again. Each time Jodie jerked and whimpered fiercely, but she eagerly submitted to the soft tip of Lester condomized cock, pulling down her hood and pressing on her clit as he reset his flicker.

"Now, we do the tipping. This is, Jodie, push your hips forward and capture his tip, just in the mouth of the vagina."

Jodie captured his dick and she pushed it a little deeper. She could feel the smooth crown of his cock at her opening, the tip just tantalizingly entering her, as she did some Kagles and felt her vagina squeeze his tip just a little. His cock was firm and large, filling her lips and pressing on the opening and when she Kagle'd her puckering lips pressing it making it slide and tickle.

"Now just allow crown of his penis to massage the upper opening and not too deep, then pull back and flick your own clit." Maureen said as she watched and wanted it to be her pussy that Lester was invading.

Jodie had a hard time pulling back far enough that Lester's cock could rise but when she did, it snapped up flicking her little pearl of pleasure, she moaned and looked at Maureen seeking pity. Lester pushed his cock back down and Jodie captured it again pressing it deeper and allowing it to escape flicking her clit and making her jerk even harder.

Maureen let her do this a few times then said, "Okay, now this time capture it good and put your arms around Lester's neck."

Jodie captured Les' dick and slipped it in about an inch, moaning as it pressed against her erect bulbs spreading her pussy so deliciously. She leaned forward and put her arms around his neck, this changed the angle of their coupling allowing his cock to side into her about another inch.

Lester began to feel better now that he was finally fucking, if only an inch or so.

"Now raise your hips, Aunt Jodie and Lester pull her hips to you allowing her to take you fully inside."

"Oh yes!" Jodie said as she felt Lester hard cock ride the furrow of her need. It was all knotted with distended veins and his crown was solid as her vagina stretched, granted only a little, but she began to slip down until she was solidly against his pubic bone and she felt him pressing her cervix then his cock slipped around it to press against the back wall of her vagina. "God, that's good." she thought while she moaned softly.

For Lester the pressure he had felt was somewhat relieved by the feel of her on his cock. Slippery, and yet she squeezed as she did a few slow Kagles, that Maureen taught her while he as licking her pussy. Jodie began to move, pressing her clit against Lester's pubic bone then she kissed him savagely and began to hump him for all she was worth. Lester responded and humped her back in counterpoint. He had limited range of movement and he couldn't get her to slide on his cock the way he'd have liked, but kissing her lips and feeling her hot twat almost sucking his cock, made him groan and hump even faster.

Maureen's voice came though the ecstatic cloud that surrounded his brain, "Yes, oh Yes! Go Aunt Jodie, Go girl!"

Jodie didn't need the encouragement, but she felt the beginning of a climax building when Lester began lifting her hips and slamming her down, making her clit and bulbs percuss against his pubic bone. She pressed her face to his neck and moaned, "Yes! Les, More!"

Lester was banging her as hard as he could and it still wasn't enough to make him come. He moaned and kept it up for a few more moments, when Jodie began to press her nails into his back and bit his shoulder groaning and encouraging him.

Maureen was whimpering and grabbed Lester's arm squeezing it as hard as she could, her short nails making marks on his bicep. Her other hand was rubbing her clit and though Murphy had his eyes closed he could imagine he was fucking Maureen and she was about to climax. He redoubled his efforts and Jodie began to shiver as wave after wave of spasms gripped her, raking her body with the most incredible feelings, her pussy squirting every time Lester rammed her down on his cock.

Lester didn't come until Maureen leaned against his shoulder and moaned, biting his shoulder and rubbing her boob against his arm. He pulled Jodie in hard as she bit his neck, and he leaned over to kiss Maureen who pulled his lips to hers. He could feel the hot juices on her fingers around his neck as she savaged his mouth and his whole abdomen spewed again and again into Jodie's pussy.

o~O~o

Gilhoulie looked at his watch again and wondered if Murphy was coming? He was now two and a half hours late and there were only a few hot dogs and a couple of brats left on the platter next to the buns. If Murphy wasn't here very soon, he'd be out of luck, Gilhoulie thought.

o~O~o

Murphy's luck was holding up rather well he thought, although he couldn't say the same for his erection. Jodie was hanging on his neck and weakly kissing his throat. She had stopped moving and was limp in his arms. Maureen had lain down and was massaging his leg, her eyelids drooping to half mast as she made small sounds in her throat and rubbed her legs together.

Jodie pressed herself to Lester and worked up the strength to kiss his lips, her hands in his short hair. Lester's cock was shrinking inside her and felt so soft. She wanted it hard again, but she realized in her mind that Murphy just had a climax that must have rivaled hers, and it would be unlikely for him to be the raging stallion she craved at least for a while.

Murphy kissed Jodie and massaged her back, pressing her breasts to his chest and felt his balls swimming in her fluids. He glanced down at Maureen and ran his hand up her leg, not touching her pubis, but close enough that she crossed her legs and rolled away.

"Oh, not yet Lester," Maureen said and sat up. She smiled at him and gave him a light kiss, staring into his eyes and thinking thoughts that she couldn't to put into words. She rolled out of the bed and went into the bathroom, coming back with a couple of hand towels. "I'm afraid, you made the bed awfully wet Aunt Jodie, a good thing we put down a towel." she said as she pushed the pair of them over on their sides, still coupled and removed the towel made fragrant with Jodie's liquor of lust.

Lester's cock slipped out of Jodie and barely retained his condom, which was full and slippery inside. He could feel the warm tip on his leg and felt it start to slide off. He reached down and held it as Maureen blotted his balls and then Jodie's wet puss.

Jodie released her hold on Les and lay back as Maureen blotted her crotch. "Oh, Oh don't rub," she said. "It's too sensitive," and she jerked a bit as Maureen pressed on her belly and mopped up her expressions.

Lester's head was swimming still, but he got up holding the full condom and went into the bath room. He let the condom slip off into the toilet bowel as he sat, sighed and urinated. He was happy about being so sexually spent, but he wasn't satisfied. Jodie was good, but she wasn't Maureen. He wondered if he could get it up one more time?

He stood, flushed the toilet and began to wash the cum off his dick, he felt the warm water on his balls, as he held his crotch next to the lip of the sink, the cold porcelain made his scrotum contract, but it felt good in an odd sort of way.

o~O~o

Gilhoulie was on his fourth beer and sat in a folding chair on his patio watching his geeks interact with the girls, who smiled and giggled as the boys tried to make conversation. Young Foxworthy was trying to kiss a fat girl with a slight mustache over in a corner of the yard. He glanced at his watch and looked up as a skinny girl in a short skirt slipped a fat bratwurst into her purse, nervously scanning to see if anyone noticed.

Gilhoulie caught her eye and she blushed. Gilhoulie just winked and nodded. She smiled at him, still blushing and turned away.

o~O~o

Murphy came back to the bedroom and saw the women whispering and giggling softly. They were still naked and had the hand towels between their legs. He interrupted them by crawling up the bed skimming his hand along Maureen smooth leg and kissed her. Jodie smiled at him so he leaned across Maureen's chest and kissed Jodie softly. His chest was just rubbing Maureen's nipple and he held his position and looked deep into Jodie's eyes. "How was that Jodie, Good eh?"

Jodie blushed and grinned, moving over to let Lester get between them. She kept touching him as he got settled. He was looking at Maureen's face and rubbing her abdomen lightly. Maureen shivered and rolled over to put an arm around Lester's neck and kissed him.

He held her in the kiss for a moment and when she pulled back, he smiled and asked, "How about you, did you enjoy that too."

Maureen giggled and snuggled under his arm, her face soft and smooth on his chest. Jodie pulled up the top sheet over them and lay back on his other side. Jodie started kissing Lester's chest and making small sounds as his nipple contracted under her lips.

Lester sighed and held the two women, the smile on his face was broad as Jodie kept up the assault on his nipple and Maureen softly stroked his belly.

Maureen lifted up on her elbow and smiled at Murphy. "So was it good for you?" She grinned and kept rubbing him lightly. Les ran his hand up her back and caressed her hair, then pulled her over and kissed her.

"Yes," Lester said. He smiled and chucked.

"Just like a man," Jodie said, castigating Lester by pulling on his dick, "to experience such heights of passion that you almost die, and he says, 'Yes,' very nice?".




Horner Springs Retirees #04



Maureen slapped Jodie's hand away and cupped his flaccid member, cradling it in her hand as she kissed his neck, softly squeezing his manly parts.

Lester was still satiated but Maureen felt good and she was feeling him good too, so it wasn't hard for him to stay awake.

Maureen sat up and looked down on him, still stroking his chest, letting her fingers linger on his scars and taunt abdomen, "He's thin really, too thin for a man his age." She looked at his face, now calm and gently smiling, his eyes closed. "He's got more than a few miles, on him but, Lord what a chassis!" Maureen thought as Jodie drifted off lying at Lester's side. She smiled and traced one scar that seemed newer than the rest.

"I got that one in Kandahar, shrapnel from an IED, scary things IED's." Lester said not opening his eyes.

"How many Purple Hearts do you have?" Maureen asked, kissing the still fresh scar on his ribs. She wanted to know more about him but why she asked that surpassed her understanding.

Lester opened his eyes, "Nine, all tolled, I was slow and clumsy in my youth." He chucked and closed his eyes.

She wondered about him, he had spent almost her whole life in the Army. She realized that his world was beyond her comprehension. Oh, she had "been to Boise" and even Los Angeles, but Lester had been all over the world, from what little he had mentioned. How could a man like him, care about a girl like her? "Girl? old maid was probably more like it," she thought but she had her students and her business.

Maureen asked, "How... How do you feel about the Army and the War, Les?"

Lester opened his eyes and saw that it wasn't an idle question. He smiled as he looked up at Maureen's face, framed between her perfectly smooth and taunt breasts with light pink nipples, now relaxed and smooth. She was very fair and her skin was almost flawless. Her hair was cut in a fluffy pixy like fashion, her face broad through the eyes, jaw perfectly curved down to a chin that was not too thin. Her eyes were brown with long lashes and carefully plucked eyebrows held his attention with the slightest glance.

"That's a complex question, Maureen. The Army as an organization is many faceted and some parts I like, and some parts I don't but it's the only Army we've got so I tried to make it as professional as I could. Hell, I was only a platoon Sergeant, and generally a long way from the flagpole, if I had my choice."

"As for the Wars, the truth is there are always two wars, the one your country is fighting, and the one you find yourself in. The first is an intellectual exercise, spanning oceans; global in scope and long term. The second is very personal and immediate. You don't have time to think about big issues, when inattention to immediate detail can get you killed."

"Life in a war is rapid and over quickly. You are constantly reminded how insignificant your life is, and yet, it's all you have."

"So if I seem distracted, it just that I'm scanning the horizon, or looking for IED's or looking over my shoulder, they're hard habits to break." Murphy smiled and looked at the two women, who were staring at him. He saw horror in Jodie's eyes, and Maureen was blinking back a tear.

Maureen hugged Les and kissed him, "Welcome home soldier. You are safe here, Lester." She hugged his face to her bosom, "You can rest safe in my arms, Les." She kissed the top of his head as Lester hugged her boobs.

Jodie wrapped herself around Lester's back and kissed him on the neck, "Forgive me, Les, I hate war, it took my father and my brother." She reached around and pulled his chin up to her lips and kissed him softly.

"Why don't you show him how sorry you feel, Aunt Jodie?" Maureen said as she slid down to take ownership of Lester's chin.

Jodie looked puzzled.

"Put your lips to a better use than wrapped around your foot?" Maureen pointed down to Lester's crotch, licked her plump lips and winked.

Jodie laughed and pulled Lester over onto his back then slid down to take his flaccid penis in her hand. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling, as she looked up at him and said, "I'm so very sorry, Les. Let me make it up to you?"

Les looked down at her and said, "I'll forgive you Jodie," and winked at her.

Jodie kissed his limp dick and sucked it down to the hairy root, Lester smiled at her and kissed Maureen.

Maureen rolled up on his chest, kissing him, and asked in a whisper in his ear, "Are we having fun, now, Murphy?"

Lester smiled at her and looked in her eyes, "Oh, I think it's getting interesting. He brushed her hair back and pulled her to his lips, "Very interesting." He kissed her and flinched a bit as Jodie began to resurrect his enthusiasm.

After a few moments Maureen pulled back and said, "Happy now Les?"

"Passably so, How about you?"

She grinned and traced his lips with her nail, "I need a little help to be," she looked into his eyes and her lips came close to his, "fulfilled. Do you think you can help me? You know, with the fulfilling part?"

Lester kissed her softly, "I'd be honored to, but..."

"But," she said her face in a query.

"We need Jodie to work her magic a little longer."

Maureen looked down at Jodie and smiled at him, "Is she so magical?"

Lester glanced down at Jodie who was sucking on the tip of his cock and looking up waiting for his answer, her big blue eyes wide as she suppressed a smile and licked his crown. "Well I wouldn't call her a witch, but she is putting a pretty stiff spell on my, ah... my manhood."

Maureen chuckled and Jodie smooched his cock before sucking half of it in her mouth and licking his frenum. Lester groaned and jerked a little.

Maureen looked at Lester and kissed him softly on the cheek, whispering, "Is there anything that could make you happier?"

He looked at the Maureen and said, "There is just one thing missing," he grinned at her, "You"

Maureen smiled and kissed his cheek, "You are a romantic, I'm finding out."

Lester laughed, Jodie giggled, rose up and asked, "So I'm chopped liver?"

Lester laughed, put his hand on her head and pressed her lips back on his now stiffening erection.

Maureen leaned over on her elbow and said, "This time I get your full attention Lester." She pushed Jodie off his dick with her thigh and rubbed her thigh along Lester's now stiff and slippery dick

Lester got up on his elbow and kissed her, Jodie was now kissing his hip and humming something, but Les concentrated on Maureen's eyes. He caressed her cheek and said," How may I serve my lady."

Maureen smiled and pressed his hand to her cheek, she smiled at him, her eyes sparking, "Kiss my pussy?"

Lester laughed and kissed her softly on the mouth, his hand on her cheek, "It would be my pleasure, my lady."

Lester began by kissing his way from her earlobe to her navel, in seconds really, but in the plane of sensitivity that Maureen was on, it seemed agonizing hours before Lester got to the wispy fringe of her delta, his hands, had caressed, molded, fondled her as he made his way down to the burning need that was so close to his soft and yet demanding lips. She spread her legs and allowed Lester to kneel between them, his hands ever moving across her smooth thighs and full calves, as his lips nibbled at her labia and his tongue began lapping at her, spreading her lips in smooth hot waves as she tried not to jerk too much.

Maureen was pleased with Lester's progress. He was proving to be an apt pupil and, "God, if he keeps licking me..." "Oh, Stop! Please," Maureen squirmed away from his inquiring tongue, and gasped.

Murphy looked up at her and stroked her thighs, gripping her firmly, pressing her knees back and up until he had her spread wide, his lips kissing her thighs, up near the pulsing core of her need. He blew his warm breath over her pussy as it contracted and relaxed then contracted again as Maureen whimpered.

"Oh please stop,"

Les sat back as Maureen put her hands behind her knees and writhed, Lester smoothing her soft thighs. "Why?" he asked.

She looked down at his face and smiled tightly, "It felt too good. I want it to come later, and if you licked me one more time I'd..." She moaned and pressed her head back.

Lester looked at her pussy which was open, the mouth flexing and dilating, as she tried to hold off her climax just a little longer.

Lester rose up on his knees; put his hands next to her chest so he was over her but not touching her except for his lips which searched for her earlobe. He nibbled her neck and felt the soft hair on her neck tickle his nose and lips.

Maureen pulled his head to her lips and kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back just as tenderly for a moment, then he brought it up a notch and she responded by opening her mouth and wrapping her legs around his hips.

He lowered his hips until his cock was pressed against her wet sex. Slowly he began to thrust and retreat, rubbing the root of his cock against her.

Maureen groaned and weakly pushed him away, forcing the words out softly, "No, not yet."

Lester was pretty excited by now but he groaned and lay beside her, kissing her ear and massaging her breast.

Maureen sighed contentedly and said, "Les, I think I misjudged you."

Lester couldn't help it he rubbed his cock on her smooth warm hip and moaned as he pressed his lips to her shoulder, "In... In what way."

She turned to him, smiling "You not as much a novice as I had thought."

"No? That's good right?" He asked.

Maureen chuckled and Jodie groaned making them both realize she was still on the bed. They both looked up to find her on her knees, her hands moving over her body.

"This is too... too stressful," and she ran into the bath room.

Lester cuddled to Maureen's side and took a deep breath, "Are we going to finish this, I hope."

Maureen rolled up on her side, lifted her leg captured Lester's legs and pulling them against her. "Yes we are Les, Kiss my neck."

As Lester kissed her neck she rubbed her ass on his lap, his cock finding its way between her cheeks. He pressed himself hard against her and moaned in her ear.

Maureen said, "Reverse Pony?"

Les chuckled and slid down to put his cock between her legs and rubbed his crown over her clit, which made her move her hips to counter his thrusts.

Maureen felt the crown of his cock slither between her lips, riding over her opening and splitting her lips, then the soft smooth tip raised her hood and she felt the electric tingle began. His crown was just riding up over the clit as his muscular hips pressed against her smooth bottom. Lester's hand was on her belly down low, pressing her back into him. He withdrew quickly and his crown ran along her clit and down to her opening.

She had a thought that he'd dip his hips and penetrate her. She was almost sorry he didn't, but his cock was now just rubbing her in all the right places and his hips began to thrust harder and harder and she began to move and tried to raise up to feel that fulfilling, but Lester didn't cooperate and his cock once again slid over her very willing pussy, and over her very sensitive clitoris. She groaned, "Now Lester!"

Lester dipped his hips and penetrated her in an instant, his cock sliding in half way, then back out and then he rammed her hard, growling as he buried his cock in her.

Maureen arched her back to feel it in all its glory, the stretch of her mouth around his cock, the slide of it passing up through her, the tingle of her G-Spot as he passed over it on the way to pummeling her cervix, and then the back wall of her vagina. "OH! Aaa! Mumph," she cried softly as he pumped her and mouthed her neck and shoulder, lips and teeth, growling and kissing.

Lester almost lost his balance, so great was the feeling of having Maureen on his cock. If only he could see her face? With great effort he pulled all the way out and pulled her to her back, spreading her legs with his, finding the willing orifice with his cock. He penetrated her fully as her arms went around his neck and his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her savagely. Her legs went around his and locked him to her, as her hips pistoned his.

Lester was lost in the feel of her need. She kissed him hard and tangled her tongue with his, her hips rocking in syncopation as she rode further up the heights of Eros. Lester was beginning to loose control, his arms crushed her, his hips pounded hers, his cock was tingling and he was willing himself to come.

Maureen pounded on his back and inhaled when he released his hold on her, but she kept her hips moving, his cock was just what she had wanted for hours, or even days, she realized as the waves of pleasure broke over her. She screamed, "Yes, Les, Oh God!" She froze as Lester hips pistoned his cock in her and the waves kept breaking.

When Les felt her break and her vagina gripped him he came! He stroked her once more and came again; he pulled back and slammed her grunting and kissing her neck, his lips and tongue hot and wet on her neck.

Her lips were just as wet and just as hot, on his cock. It was then she realized that they had not used a condom, she hadn't remembered. She squirmed under him, and he held on to her pumping his seed into her. She fought back the panic. She had taken her pills and she wasn't going to get pregnant, but she was appalled at herself for not remembering that one simple rule, always with a condom!

Les collapsed on top of her, kissing her mouth, his hands feeling her, his weight pressing down on her. He rolled them to their sides, and held her firmly, moaning slightly.

They held each other for a long time kissing and humping until Lester's cock slipped out of her and she felt the hot wave of his semen on her ass. She pushed away from him and hurried to the bathroom, her hand cupping her crotch to keep Aunt Jodie's carpets unsullied.

o~O~o

Gilhoulie was dancing, if you could call it that, with G.G Trewilliger her head was only up to his third shirt button and Gilhoulie had to restrict his steps to match her stride as she had tried to teach him the Texas Two Step. He stepped back and said, "It's no use Ms. G.G. This old dog can't dance."

G.G. Looked up at him and said, "You need a taller instructress. Let me go find someone." She turned and went in search of a taller girl and Gilhoulie turned to go find his beer.

o~O~o

Maureen found Jodie in the bath sitting on the toilet with her eyes closed rubbing herself and whimpering. Maureen jerked Jodie up by her arm. Jodie's eyes opened and she gasped as she realized that Maureen had caught her trying to get off once more. "Aunt Jodie, didn't you get enough?" Maureen said as she sat and tried to squeeze Lester's sperm out of her vagina.

Jodie's hand went to her crotch and she massaged her, almost ready to cum pussy. She shook her head, "No, he couldn't give me enough to make up for five years of nothing." Jodie felt it coming and rubbed harder thinking of his stiff cock thrusting in her.

Maureen looked at her Aunt jerking as her fingers were slipping into her now soppy vagina. She laughed and said, "He's good don't you think?"

Jodie had her back against the wall and was coming down, her eyes closed and her hand now just holding her pussy, she moaned softy and said, with difficulty, "Yes, oh yes, he's so very good." Jodie took a deep breath and opened her eyes, Maureen was smiling at her and yet she seemed distracted. "What's wrong?"

Maureen shook her head, "I didn't follow my own advice. I got so caught up that I forgot to make sure he had a condom on.

Jodie's eyes widened, "You, you didn't?"

Maureen nodded and wiped herself, "I was so distracted watching him and feeling him, that I forgot the most important thing. It's a good thing that I just had him tested."

Jodie asked, "You are on the pill, aren't you?"

Maureen smiled and said, "Oh, yes. I'm not going to get pregnant. But it's galling that I didn't make sure he was covered." Maureen stood and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and her lipstick was gone, she stared at herself for a moment before she picked up a brush and began to brush her hair.

Jodie came to her and laughed, "You were so emphatic that I not forget and you..." She laughed again, "and you forgot!" She laughed again and hugged Maureen. "Distracted?"

Maureen nodded and said, "Let that be a lesson for you, Never! Without a condom!"



Horner Springs Retirees #05



Authors note: Horner Springs is a collective concept as discussed in thread "The Birth of Horny Town U.S.A" thread started by litfan10 in the Authors' Hangout forum. Authors who add to this will pay at least lip service to the other Author's creations and may share characters. My contribution is part of a series of stories that will use your feedback to advance or reduce a character, depending upon how you, the readers respond. Tell me what you think.

JackLuis







Horner Springs Retirees #05



"Robert, are we almost there?" Barbra Ann asked as the road side trees slowly slid past and she squirmed under Robert's distracting fingers.

"Just two blocks," Robert said and wished he could get Barbra Ann alone

"It's still early, don't you think?" She said and looked at him.

Robert looked sideways at her and said, "It's only nine. You want to... do something?"

She glance back at the other girls and listened to Betty moaning in the back. She leaned close to Robert, "Let's drop off the others and go... do something alone, together."

Robert smiled and sped up.





Horner Springs Retirees #05



Betty looked at the cellophane package and saw maybe a dozen variously colored packaged condoms. She smiled, "Mr. Gilhoulie is generous as well as strong," as she eyed the package and tore it open with her teeth. "Did you hear about him tossing Larry Chambers out of the party?"





Horner Springs Retirees #06



When Lester invited Maureen over to his apartment above the bakery for dinner, he had it all planned. The Veal Scaloppini was from the Purple Rose, a fine French Restaurant down in the Village, to be delivered at quarter to eight precisely, in fine china, that matched the table service and candle sticks that 'Robare,' aka, ex-Sergeant First Class Robert Swartz, the owner and chief of the Purple Rose, had loaned him, since they had both served in the same Fourth Infantry brigade, in different years, together. The brotherhood was funny that way.

The wine was Staggs Leap chardonnay from California, highly recommended by the manager of the Knight's Market, a very friendly 40ish, brunette who had told him, "If a man serves me Staggs Leap," she nodded and winked at him, "I know I'm in for a good evening," then she chuckled and rang up four bottles. 

He had bought new sheets and pillow cases, so smooth and luxurious that he got excited just thinking about Maureen's skin sliding over them, as he put them on his new queen sized bed. It was fortunate that the apartment was fairly large, but there was no way that a king sized bed would work. 

So eight o'clock came and Maureen rang the lower door bell, right on time. Lester ran down the back stairs and opened the Horner's Alley door, painted in a peeling sea green with a small sign the read, "Nuehousen Apartments," crookedly screwed to it.

Maureen smiled at him and stepped in out of the Alley, which was now a foot/bike zone, filled with restaurants, tea shops and the like, in summer and a path way through town off the slush filled streets up to the University, in winter. The Mayor had pushed it for years to open up the town center, three blocks of the Alley were now developed and Maureen had worked on it as a civic duty, and made a few dollars off it, doing financing to help the shop keepers attract more business in the down town area of Horner Springs.

"Welcome to my world," Lester said as he let her in. The smell of cinnamon rolls and fresh bread permeated the hall. Maureen took a deep breath, mostly to show off the bodice of her dress, as she took off her light wrap, but also to smell the aroma of Heidi's bakery. Murphy was smiling as he took her wrap and escorted her up the narrow stair case to his second floor apartment.

Maureen preceded Lester to allow him to appreciate her tight skirt and perhaps a glimpse of her stocking tops as she bounced, elegantly, she hoped, up the stairs glancing back to see what Lester was up too. She swore she felt his hand on her fanny more that once, but she liked it, so she just giggled and hurried up the stairs. 

Maureen loved the veal from the Purple Rose and Lester had hinted at a surprise on the phone. She had purchased this blue dress for another occasion, but felt secure that it would suffer no damage from Lester. She had bought this dress as a "Closer" for a major deal. It had been an investment on her accounts, and she felt that Lester could verify it's potential.

She smiled at him as she surveyed the wasteland that he inhabited. "This man needs a woman," she thought as she turned and kissed him. The room was very dark, in one corner was a table draped with two starched table cloths over lapping, topped with tall white candles and a silver wine cooler, other than that it was a mix of vaguely popular furniture and a set of plank and block shelves.

The smell of the hot veal on the table in candle light and the elegant table, with three kinds of glasses and silverware that sent sparkles of candle light, attracted her. She pulled Lester to the table and held his hand as she looked at it. So white and pure, she turned and kissed Lester, a tear in her eye. "Les, this is beautiful."

From the stereo the sound of a classical guitar began to play softly.

Lester smiled broadly and ushered her to her seat, saying, "My Lady, it is less that you deserve, but as much as I can afford." He kissed her cheek and adjusted her chair. "Wine, cold and smooth?" he said, removing the covers from the dishes on the table and sat opposite her, pouring the wine, the bottle elegantly wrapped in a napkin and held by the bottom as he poured the wine without a error, to just two thirds full on the tulip shaped crystal. 

Maureen smiled and took the proffered glass. "Beautiful," she said looking at Lester pour his own glass precisely two thirds full and held his glass up to her. 

Maureen suppressed her giggle and touched her glass precisely to Lester's, the crystal rang. She was shocked by the purity of the tone, the glitter of the light on the glass, Lester's clean good looks in his fitted shirt and black silk vest. His cuffs were French, with gold links and his cravat of shimming Black silk, with a ruby the size of her thumbnail, pinned in it. She hadn't noticed the details, at the door, only that he was different. She had been so excited at her own image in the sapphire silk dress that she hadn't really noticed his apparel. She sipped her wine thoughtfully. 

"I must say that you look lovely tonight, Maureen. Please eat its getting cool." Murphy smiled and picked up his utensils, looking at her, "How was your week?"

Maureen grinned and said, "Very productive, if not immediately lucrative, How was yours?"

Les cut his veal and said, "Wonderful, nothing more exciting than Heddy Murchison, finding out that she's to be a grandmother. That caused some excitement down at the office." He began to eat as Maureen took her first bite of the veal. She liked to eat, Lester saw, and remembered her saying that she had to work out three times a week to keep her figure. Lester smiled as he watched her; she was doing a good job.

Maureen paused and picked up her glass to look once again at Lester as he ate. He had surprised her, he had told her the menu, and had hinted at a surprise, but she was frankly appalled at this apartment. Lester deserved better. She did like the effort that he had evidently put in to make dinner nice. It made her feel valued, she liked that.

Lester was happy, so happy that he could barely contain himself. The meal and timing had come off beautifully, and she was eating his food and sipping his wine! This vision of loveliness, in this beautiful dress, her make up perfection, and her smile at seeing the table, made the effort worth it. "Everything from here on in is gravy," he thought and savored the food, "Sgt. Swartz is one fine cook." 

"I'm wondering what the surprise is?" she said innocently

Les grinned and offered the wine. She tipped her glass for him. "It won't surprise you if I tell you."

She grinned and said, "Well I was surprised at the table. So elegant and pure." She reached across the small table and took put her hand on his. "Was that the surprise?"

"No, Maureen the surprise is yet to come." He smiled and asked, "How's the veal, didn't Robare do an excellent job?"

"He's teasing," she thought "He's so intriguing," she decided. She patted Lester's hand and said, "As good as I ever had. The man is a genius with veal, and so discrete on the capers. I like that. The potatoes were very good too." and finished her meal, slowly savoring the passage of each moment.

Lester picked up his wine glass by the stem, "I like the wine, you?"

"Yes what is it?" she said.

"Staggs Leap, from California. I thought it very good with the meal, but," he sipped the glass, "perhaps lacking the substance for an after dinner, aperitif. 

She leaned over across the candles and opened her eyes wide, "What appetite were you planning to stimulate. I'm pretty satisfied now."
 She blinked slowly, knowing that to be a primitive signal for sexual congress wanted.

Lester sipped the last of his wine and laughed, "I thought that you might like to look out my bedroom window." His face feigned innocence, but his body said something entirely different. 

"Why would I want to do that?" She was gratified when he flinched a bit. She considered that she might have been too hasty, as she found several reasons to want to look out his bedroom window. He wasn't unprepared though.

"Well you invited me to look out the window out at Dick's and so I thought you'd like to see what I have been looking at ever since I came here." He blushed and said, "And I'd like to make up for my rudeness, you know." 

"Rudeness?"

"Yes, up in the bedroom at Slippery Dick's, on the desk?"

Maureen said, "Yes that was rude, but you've been the perfect gentleman, ever since." She sipped the last of her wine and took his hand, blowing out the candles. 

He escorted her on his arm into the bedroom and she saw it was not as bad as the front room, it was freshly painted and more of the furnishings matched, the bed was beautiful. There was an off white comforter s-folded at the foot and freshly pressed sheets of what looked like fine linen, she ran her hand on them as she walked to the window. "Very nice Lester," she thought and looked out the window as Les dimmed the lights.

Lester's bedroom had two wide windows on the northeast corner of the building, the lights of the Alley and the passing of the people below were interesting to Maureen, even though she suspected that Lester was luring her into his web for purposes she could only hope were erotic.

Horner's Alley was laid out for two blocks, blocked by a few buildings down the way but it was a vibrant place on that Friday night. She could hear the music from a few places, thru the open window blending with buzz of the nearby café. She turned and found Lester at her elbow with a glass. 

She accepted hers and said, "It is quite a view Les. You know I've put in a lot of time in the alley." She looked up at him, "It was the Mayor who had the idea, and it seems to be paying off. I can see Millie's Tea Terrace from here. She was so excited to open the first business on the Alley two years ago."

Lester nodded, and looked out, "I know most of the people around here from delivering the mail. The Saloon keeps me awake at night, sometimes but only when I have the window open."

Maureen hadn't thought about the noise pollution a Honky Tonk saloon might have, she lived in a different neighborhood. She considered that and other alternatives. She didn't turn from the window, "You know, I bet I can tell exactly what you are thinking, right now."

Lester looked down into her bodice and then up into her eyes and smiled, "What"

"Your thinking about how to get this dress off of me, aren't you?" She grinned and put her hand on his cheek.

"I swear you're psychic," he said and put his hand on her bare shoulder very lightly and caressed her arm.

"I was thinking almost the very same thing. As it happens it's only a hook and a zipper." She turned and showed him.

"Oh, my, May I?"

"Please, the dinner was filling and this dress is tight. I'd like to be more comfortable."

Lester helped her out of the dress and and hung it on a hanger, as Maureen fretted about it; Lester smelled the inside of her bodice.

"Why do you smell my dress?"

"To capture the moment, the smell of your skin, the look in your eye right now, All these things are fleeting and I intend to savor them. Besides you won't smell like this in the morning."

He was serious and unapologetic, Maureen was flattered and yet she sensed that she had touched something profound about Murphy. It was more than the smell of a woman. Maureen unfastened her bra and pressed her fragrant breasts against his silken vest, the cool fabric made her nipples harden and she liked that.

"I can't stay the night, I have to be in the office by ten, and I can't wear that dress into the office."

Lester smiled and drew a tailored navy suit out of his closet. The double breasted blazer that was fitted she saw, and the skirt was pleated. A colorful silk scarf was draped around the neck.

"What's that?" Maureen asked as she ran her fingers over the fine wool.

"Your outfit for tomorrow, I hope."

Maureen smiled, "You bought me a suit?"

"Well I thought you might dress up tonight and I figured you'd want to wear something else to the office, so I got you this. Like it?"

Maureen checked the label and saw it was Donna Fastener, and her size. She had seen the line at the Klappers Department store and knew that it was expensive. She smiled at Murphy. "Perhaps we should draw the drapes?"

Maureen couldn't help herself she took the jacket off the hanger and slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned as she felt the cool soft lining slid over her skin. She didn't try on the skirt. It was her size and loosely fitted; besides the navy jacket matched her panties which were sapphire colored and she was thinking about Les. 

Lester closed the drapes, turned and said, "Can I take your picture?"

Maureen closed the jacket over her breasts, "No, you'll have to savor this moment in your memory." 

He was insistent. "Oh, just your face, Maureen. Here try the scarf." He began to button the jacket and Maureen smiled at him. He was playing dress up with her. She grinned as he wrapped the scarf around her neck. 

She said, "No, I'll not be a trophy."

Lester frowned, "I didn't intend it to be a trophy shot. It's just that at this moment you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. But you're right, it only be a reminder of this night. It would tantalize me for years." 

Maureen laughed and hugged him. "Les, is that the surprise?"

"Yes, part of it anyway, what about the bed, come feel the sheets on your skin." He removed the jacket and hung it up in the closet, then drew her by the hand to the bed and helped her to slide her feet between the cool sheets, holding the top sheet up until she had moved to the center of the bed, then he lowered the sheet and draped it so it was just over one of her breasts. He had a look of anticipation that amused Maureen.

She felt the silky sheets and smiled as the coolness of them made her skin react and her nipples got even tighter. She was amused at watching Lester's face as he positively drank in the view of her. "Aren't you going to undress?"

"In a moment." he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. He smiled and began to remove the ruby pin from his cravat.

She said, "May I see that?"

Lester handed her the pin and continued to remove the cravat. "I got that in Bangkok. A guy I knew was in gemstones and he said it was a good stone. Pretty isn't it?"

Maureen looked at the stone and it was clear and bright red, the simple surrounding setting of gold was merely an accent to the stone which glowed in the subdued light of the bedroom. "A jewel in itself is only a setting for a memory, I've heard it said." She smiled at him and handed him the pin, "what's your memory of the stone?" 

Lester laughed and said, "Mostly the hangover after." He unbuttoned his vest and said, "Me and a buddy had flown in for R&R and we ran into a guy he knew from Central America. Honduras or somewhere, Anyway we had a good time and spent all our money and I ended up with this stone and a few others. We ate and drank and slept mostly."

"I'll bet!" she said, "I've heard about Bangkok, a den of iniquity in some opinions."

"Well, Patpong is wide open and the Thai's have a different view of things. Germany is just as bad, but they control it better." He unbuttoned his vest and stood to remove it, laying it on the bedside chair.

Maureen posed for him, her elbow on the bed and her hand held her head, one pale breast was exposed and she was smiling at him as he undressed slowly and watched her. She thought about how gentle and considerate he was, and how his cock was always at least half hard. Maureen thought of stud horses, ram's, genetics, the next generation and she smiled as he slid next to her. 

As he slid over the cool sheets, her nipples got very stiff and she captured the scent of his neck and his firm thigh between her legs. He kissed her very softly at first. She signaled him permission to go further and the roller coaster ride started. He was so slow but before she could react to his kisses, on her neck, it just a counterpoint to his worshiping her breasts and then her thighs and she had melted to his fingers and lips and his weight as he rolled her over and began to operate on the edge of control. 

Maureen was very pleased with the development he had shown. He was much more physical now and confident in his skills, that if she hadn't known better, she would have thought it love. 

She pushed him back and kissed him softly, "Let's take our time, Les," she said as she snuggled under his arm and stroked his chest. Les groaned softly, but lay back and ran his hand down her back and pressed her hips to him as she laid one leg over his and rubbed her crotch against his thigh.

"You know I like the way you feel." She kissed his chest and ran her hand over his ribs feeling the taunt skin, and the hard muscles of his arms. "I wanted to cuddle a little."

Les smiled and rubbed her fine smooth ass, "Is that allowed in cuddling?"

Maureen rose up and kissed him on the cheek and said, "If you like it, I like it. I can be very liberal when I'm not teaching."

Les smiled and put his hand behind her head . ran her hair through his fingers and kissed her.

She responded by pressing him back on the bed, crawling on to his chest, her pubic regions pressed against his hipbone and both arms around his neck, she returned the kiss.

Les held her fiercely and let her crawl his frame. Her skin was satin and her lips were hot and his hipbone was getting damp. He was not thinking much except for an overwhelming sense of serendipity at letting life happen.

Maureen slowed down and pulled her head back, she smiled and said, "Now look what you done, Lester. You've made me lose control." She got onto her hands and kissed him, her leg crossed over his belly and she was rubbing her right knee on his left thigh and her breast tips were feeling his chest hair as she leaned in to kiss him, then resumed her place under his arm and stroked his chest. She looked up at him, "I like the more aggressive style, but I'm too full after that magnificent dinner and all the surprises. You don't mind if we take it slow, do you."

"Maureen, not too slow, I have to get up at five." Les smiled. "You understand, don't you?"

She smiled, "I do understand, how much sleep do you think you'll need." Her eyes wide open and her expression was so innocent.

Les said, "At least three hours?"

Maureen looked at the bedside clock and said, "It only a little past ten, we've plenty of time." 

Lester was operating right at the edge of control. At any moment he was going to lose control and just butt fuck her. The woman was liquid sex and willing! How had he won this lottery? "Don't fuck up now, Murphy" he cautioned himself and tried to remember the stages of arousal and making a change every 10-15 seconds, duplicating those moves that got the best reactions. Every woman is different every time. That was the first lesson. 

Maureen seemed to respond when he had man handled her, not violently but firmly and overwhelmingly, for a few seconds and then he could be so hard and firm against her as his tongue was not to be denied. 

"This man was getting very good," Maureen thought as she squirmed in his grasp, to rub her pubis on his hard thigh that rhythmically pressed against her as she rubbed her clit over the bulging muscles and felt the press of his penis against her abdomen Maureen slipped off her panties and said, "Condom time, I can't wait forever!"

Murphy was quick and had it slipped on and slipped in before she could say "Oh, My! Mister Murphy!"

He had her on her back and he was moving every which way, Maureen was trying to breath and kept catching her breath as his onslaught continued to build and she just had to submit to the pleasure. She groaned and slapped her hips against his. 




Horner Springs Retirees #06



Lester rolled her up on his belly and pulled her knees up. She whimpered and kissed his neck. Her hips began to move and she pushed up on her arms, her hands on his shoulders, and her hair tosseled over half her face. Lester thrust up against her she growled and humped him furiously.

Lester grabbed her hips in a slow deep stroke. She was wiggling to catch his crown with her G-spot and she would grunt each time she hit it. She humped him and he slow stroked and between the both of them it got pretty sweaty.

Maureen climaxed suddenly her contractions were waves of overwhelming exaltation and led Lester to a shivering fit as he filled his condom, he could feel the pressure from the tight condom restrict his spurting. They collapsed in each others arms and held each other kissing as they caught their breath.

Maureen pulled up the sheet and held him for a long while.