by Dee Luscious
“Mr. Roberts? Is that you?”
I looked up with a start. The woman was standing a few feet from me, her hands on her broad hips.
“My name is Sam Roberts...” I stammered.
“It's me, Vanessa Martin!” she exclaimed with a bright smile.
“Oh yes... Vanessa...” I answered uncertainly, my mind searching for some recollection of a Vanessa Martin.
“I was your daughter's best friend in Middle School,” she continued,”at least until my Dad got transferred and we had to move out of the state. I used to be at your house all the time. You remember me, don't you?”
Actually I didn't. To be honest, I had never paid much attention to my daughter's friends. She had been the popular girl in school, and during her teen years our house had been constantly filled with an ever changing group of her girlfriends. My wife had acted as hostess and referee to the girls while I found excuses to work in the yard or exercise outside the house.
“You've certainly grown up!” I said, hoping I didn't sound as stupid as I felt.
“Oh, thank you!” she beamed, blushing a little.
I stifled a sigh of relief.
“Do you come here often?” she asked brightly.
“Yes, quite a bit,” I replied, glad for the change of subject. “I try to keep fit if I can.”
“Well, it certainly seems to be working,” she said with a smile that didn't seem quite so innocent as before.
“Uh, thanks,” I answered, feeling awkward all over again.
Vanessa began jogging in place.
“I'm so ready!” she said enthusiastically. “Want to go a round with me?”
“It would be my pleasure,” I responded, trying to conceal my surprise.
Jogging with Vanessa proved to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated. When I jogged beside her, I found that my eyes kept darting involuntarily to her bouncing breasts. I let myself fall behind her a little, but that was even worse. Vanessa's round sculpted ass jiggled and undulated beneath the thin fabric of her shorts each time her sneakers struck the ground. I could feel a bulge starting to form in my shorts.
“So, what brings you back to town?” I asked, desperate to distract myself.
“I'm back from college,” she replied.
“You graduated already?” I said, a little surprised.
“Well... I'm sort of taking a break from college right now,” she answered, a little evasively.
“I understand,” I said, not really understanding at all.
“Are you and Mrs. Roberts still together?” she asked suddenly.
“Y-yes, we are.” I stammered, taken aback by the question.
“I guess you're happy?”
“Ah, yes. As far as I know.” I said, half laughing to conceal my nervousness, “Why do you ask?”
“Oh, no reason.” she said, almost absentmindedly, “I just wondered...”
We jogged in silence for a few minutes but to me, it felt like hours. Why was my daughter's old middle school friend asking me such personal questions about my marriage? And why had I answered them?
“I had a boyfriend in college,” Vanessa volunteered suddenly, “but it didn't work out.”
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” I said, relaxing a little. Maybe this was what the questions were about.
“His name was Bob,” she said, talking more to herself than to me. “ He was nice, funny, and smart, really smart. We even moved in together. I liked him a lot... at first.”
“But not later?” I asked, with a note of anticipation that surprised me.
“He was a computer nerd. He wasn't athletic and he never wanted to go out and do anything. In the end, I just moved out. Life's too short to spend in front of a computer screen all day.”
“I'm sorry it didn't work out for you two,” I replied, suddenly aware that my eyes had drifted back to her jiggling breasts. I quickly looked at the passing trees.
“Oh, that's okay,” she answered cheerfully. “He was too young for me anyway.”
“Too young?” I said, my eyebrows arching with surprise.
“I guess I've always been attracted to older men,” she said, giving me a sidelong glance. “There is just something about them. The way they're so manly and experienced. You don't have to tell them what to do. They see what they want and they take it!”
I could feel my heart racing and the bulge in my shorts had returned with a vengeance.
“Younger men are so immature,” she continued. “They can't even tell when your flirting with them, not that it matters. Most of them wouldn't know what to do even if they did notice. Besides,” she added with a mischievous grin,” They always cum before I'm ready.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I watched in a daze as Vanessa jogged down the path and suddenly realized that I had come to a complete stop. With a burst of speed that I didn't know I was still capable of, I quickly pulled along side her.
But Vanessa had slowed down to a walk and turned onto a narrow side path that led into the woods.
“I need a break,” she sighed, “I'm all hot and sweaty.”
I nodded and followed her.
The dirt path led to a secluded clearing in the middle of the woods. Vanessa threw herself onto the grass and I sat down heavily beside her. We sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the birds and the rustling of the trees overhead.
“They kicked me out,” she said suddenly.
“Who?” I asked, feeling more confused than ever.
“The college,” she replied. “I got expelled.”
“Why?” I asked, knowing the question was inappropriate, but unable to help myself.
“I fucked my professor,” she said matter-of-factly. “A lot.”
I didn't answer.
“He was an older man. Mature, masculine. Just the kind of man I like,” she said dreamily. “We had a game we liked to play: He would keep me after class, as if I had done something wrong. After everyone was gone, he would lock the door and make me stand in the middle of the room. Then he would walk around me in circles, lecturing me about what a bad girl I had been in this fatherly, authoritative voice. It was such a turn on for me!
“When he was finished, he would stand in front of me and order me to take off my clothes, one piece of clothing at a time. First my shirt, then my pants, then my bra, and finally my panties. It would make me so horny to undress in front of him like that. My nipples would be sticking out like needles and I was so wet I thought I was going to cum right on the classroom floor!
“Then he would order me onto his desk and I would spread my legs, and he would fuck me as hard as he could. We didn't want anyone to hear us, so I always stuck my panties in my mouth to keep from making any noise. My panties were always soaking by the time I took them off, and tasting my own fluids while he ejaculated deep inside me just drove me crazy! I would orgasm again and again!”
I didn't say anything. My breath was coming out in ragged pants and my cock was throbbing uncontrollably in my shorts. But Vanessa didn't notice. She was staring wistfully at the leaves floating down from the trees above us.
“I don't know how, but somebody found out about us,” she sighed, still watching the falling leaves. “There was a big scene. One of us had to go, and he was a tenured professor while I was just another student. So that was that.”
“I'm sorry,” I croaked.
Suddenly Vanessa looked up at me as if she had never seen me before.
“Do you like me, Sam?” she asked, her eyes boring deep into mine.
“Yes... I like you, Vanessa... Very much,” I managed.
“Then kiss me.”
It sounded more like a command than a request.
I felt her hot breath against my face as her beautiful, full lips parted. I closed my eyes and felt her warm lips close around mine. I reached up and stroked her hair clumsily. I felt a thrill of ecstasy as her soft wet tongue slipped into my mouth and began exploring my tongue. She put her hand around my neck and I pulle
d her close, feeling her beautiful body press against mine, her nipples hard against my chest. The kiss felt like it lasted forever.
Vanessa slipped her hands under my shirt and began stroking my chest.
“I love your chest hair,” she whispered softly in my ear,” It's so rugged and manly. I drives me crazy!”
She lifted my shirt off and started kissing my bare chest. Her long blond curls tickled my legs and chest as her moist lips moved down my torso. Her breath began to accelerate, coming out in hot gasps against my stomach and her kisses were more passionate than ever. Her hands slid down to my crotch and her fingers explored the pulsating bulge in my pants. I groaned with a mix of agony and ecstasy.
“Take off my top!” she hissed. “I want your hands on my breasts now!”
I pulled her zipper down and her breasts sprang from their captivity. They were even larger than I had realized, flawless orbs with upright nipples, begging to be caressed. The supple flesh bulged between my fingers as I kneaded her voluminous breasts with both hands. She moaned and pushed down my shorts.
Vanessa gasped in awe as my erection surged to freedom.
“Your cock is so big, Mr. Roberts!” she said breathlessly as she took my raging manhood in both hands. “You're even bigger than... than he was...”
She didn't finish. A moment later I felt her warm tongue moving in circles along the contour of my swollen glans. Her lips closed around my shaft like a vice and she began sucking me off vigorously. Her lips smacked wetly as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. I could feel my full length sliding repeatedly down her throat. She began working my balls with both hands, stroking, rubbing, squeezing until I reached the point of no return. Her cheeks bulged as I filled her mouth and shot my hot load down her throat. A gurgling sound escaped her lips and with an effort, she swallowed.
She looked at me and smiled, a long strand of cum dangling from her lower lip.
“Tasty,” she purred.
She pressed my head against her chest and I licked her nipple. I ran my hand down the inside of her thighs, as I sucked her rock hard tit deep in my mouth. She moaned as I slid my hand down the front of her shorts and felt her soaking wet pussy. I could feel my dick getting hard again already!
She let go of my head and fell back on the grass. I jerked her tight pants down and spreading her legs, lined my erect cock up with her glistening labia.
“Aahh! You're stretching me so wide!” she screamed as I thrust my rod deep inside her.
I clamped my hand over her mouth, panicking at the thought of some passerby hearing her and coming to investigate. With a shock, I felt her teeth clamp onto my fingers.
“Yessss,” she whispered hoarsely, “be rough with me! Punish me for being such a horny little slut! Fuck me harder! Harder!”
Her nails dug into my ass as I slammed my cock into her harder and faster. Her fluids were streaming down my shaft and her breasts heaved and rolled with each impact. Suddenly she arched her back and her whole body went rigid. She bit down hard on her lip as the orgasm raced through her body like an electric shock.
My balls were on fire and I wanted to erupt inside her like a volcano, but Vanessa pushed me away.
“But-” I started to protest, but she put up a hand to silence me.
“I'm a bad girl,” she said, her face transforming into a wicked leer, “ and do you know what happens to bad girls like me?”
I shook my head wordlessly.
Vanessa bent over and spreading her ample butt cheeks apart, revealed her gaping anus.
“They get fucked in the ass like the dirty whores they are!” she snarled.
“Are you sure?” I asked, hesitating a little.
“Take me in the ass, Mr. Roberts,” she pleaded. “Take me in the ass now!”
Vanessa gave a strangled cry as her anus gave way to my stiff cock. It was tight, but I couldn't help myself. Gripping her ass cheeks like my life depended on it, I plunged deeper and deeper inside her as she wriggled and squirmed.
“Hurt me!” she pleaded, “I want it to hurt!”
I thrust into her again and again with savage intensity. Vanessa moaned and I felt her fluids spurting from her pussy onto my balls! My dick was throbbing violently and I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. My hips bucked and I fired jet after jet of cum deep inside her.
Vanessa and I lay on our backs in the grass, breathing heavily and looking up at the sky and the falling leaves circling around us. It felt strange and surreal, like we were in the middle of a giant snow globe. I barely noticed when Vanessa sat up and began getting dressed.
“That was quite a workout,” she said with a smile as she zipped up her top.
“Yeah...” I answered, slowly sitting up.
Vanessa was already jogging in place.
“We will have to do this again some time,” she said brightly. “I'm always here on the weekends. Maybe we can jog together again... or something.”
And with that, she turned and jogged back down the path before I could even answer her.
I slowly got dressed and made my way back to the jogging path in the park. Vanessa was already out of sight. I headed home. I had had enough exercise for one day.
I haven't been to the park since then. I guess I just haven't been in the mood. But today is different. The sky is bright and clear and there is a warm breeze blowing. Perfect day for a jog in the park. It's Saturday too, so Vanessa might be there. I might as well take a look. After all, there's no harm in just looking, is there?
Story 6
“But Mom-”
“Don't 'But Mom' me, young man,” my mother said, crumbling cheese onto the casserole she was making, “ I've already called Mrs. Beecher and told her you would be there first thing tomorrow morning to paint their porch, and that's exactly what you're going to do.”
“But Mom,” I repeated, sounding even whinier and more pathetic than the first time, “the Beecher's porch is huge! It will take me all week to paint it if I'm lucky. I'll miss the camp out at the lake this weekend, and I promised the guys I would be there!”
“You have the whole summer ahead of you, Michael,” my mother replied, not looking up from her casserole. “You can go camping any time you want.”
My mother stopped what she was doing and looked me straight in the eye. “It's very important that you do this job, Michael. You know what it could mean for your father.”
Mr. Beecher owns the construction company that my dad works for. It's not the kind of construction company that fixes cracks in your driveway or replaces your roof, either. Beecher Construction is the kind of company that builds schools, supermarkets, and office buildings. Last year, they even built the new shopping mall. As you can imagine, Mr. Beecher is the richest man in town.
For years, my dad has worked as a foreman for Beecher Construction. He's very good at his job, and when Mr. Beecher decided to build his own house, he put my father in charge of overseeing the construction. I've never been to the Beecher's house, but from what I've overheard Dad telling Mom, it sounds like a real castle. It has every luxury you could imagine, like an indoor jacuzzi, a bowling alley in the basement, and an Olympic-size swimming pool in the back yard. So why does a wealthy man like Mr. Beecher need his foreman's son to paint his porch?
Well, the Construction Manager has decided to retire at the end of the month, and according to the rumors, Mr. Beecher is going to promote one of his foremen to the position. It's a great job: indoor work, regular hours, and a much bigger salary. The money would a lot to my family too. Dad could start saving up for retirement, Mom could buy that new furniture she has always wanted, and we could probably move to a nicer house too!
You would thing my father would be a shoo-in for the position, he's easily the best foreman in the company, but it's not a sure thing. Some of the other foremen are pretty chummy with Mr. Beecher, and Dad is worried that they might get the promotion instead of him. So when Mr. Beecher mentioned offhand that the paint on his porch was peeling and he would have
to get it fixed sometime, my dad eagerly volunteered me to do the job for free. Mr. Beecher didn't get rich by turning down free work, and agreed to let me do it.
And that's how I ended up in this spot. My parents are convinced that my painting the Beecher's porch could be just the edge my father needs to get the promotion. Who knows? Maybe they're right.
It's not like I can't do the job. I've helped my dad paint every room in this house at one time or other. When I was a kid, I even painted my whole tree house all by myself. That's not the problem.
I love my father and I would do anything for him, but it just kills me to miss the camp out at the lake! But there is no getting out of this. Mom wouldn't let me say no, even if I wanted to.
“Okay, fine!” I shouted, and stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind me. At least, that's what I would have done if I was the kind of guy who shouted, stormed out of rooms, and slammed doors. Instead, I just sighed, “Okay, fine,” and slunk out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.
I stood in the back yard, looking at nothing in particular. My parents didn't understand. Yeah, I know, that's what everybody says about their parents, but in this case it's true. My friends and I had just graduated from high school (a minor miracle for some of them), and this would be our last summer together before we went away to college to begin our new lives.
Can you blame us for wanting to celebrate a little? My friends and I were going to drive out to the lake, have a cook out, goof off a little, and go for a swim.
At least, that's what we told our parents. We didn't mention that there would be a keg there. And girls. And that nobody would be wearing a suit when they were swimming. It was going to be a real party. The kind of party where a guy like me could finally lose his virginity.
You heard right. This red blooded American boy managed to get all the way through high school without getting laid even once. It wasn't my fault, though. I mean, I'm no movie star, but I'm a pretty good looking guy. I'm in good shape too, maybe even a little buff. And I'm definitely not one of those guys who gets all shy and tongue-tied around girls, so there is no reason why I shouldn't have been able to hook up with one of them. I've just had a little bad luck, that's all.