by Pamela Prim
But it was so damn hot!
“I’m going to come,” Mandy said. “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop fucking me.”
Gregg pulled his fingers out of the stretched asshole and took a tight grip on both of her hips. He pumped and pumped and grunted and within seconds his cock began shooting off a huge load inside of Mandy’s tight, pussy. As he came inside of her Mandy lost control of her body and began shaking and gyrating wildly as an orgasm took her over the edge.
Did you come really hard?” Mandy asked as she rested her head on his chest.
Gregg hesitated a moment before answering. This appeared to a different side of her. It seemed that maybe they’d gone beyond lust. Maybe there was some sort of connection between as weird as that seemed.
“No girl has ever made me feel like that,” Gregg answered. “It was really incredible.”
“Well, I hope it’s not the last time that you’re able to come over.”
“Are you kidding”? Gregg said.” I’ll come over here as much as you like.”
Mandy smiled at him warmly, then ran her fingers down his cheek. “You’re really cute,” she said.
Gregg didn’t quite know what to make of being called cute. He wanted her to treat him like a man, not some little boy toy. The next time they had sex he would be sure to turn the tables on her. No more letting her take charge. She would never respect him if things continue like that. And that lack of respect would surely kill the attraction between them. There was no way that he was going to let that happen.
Gregg heard the sound of a car pulling up the gravel driveway. He sat up in the bed and looked around the room. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He turned to the other side of the bed. It was empty.
He didn’t remember falling sleep but he must have nodded off hours ago, because the sun was beginning to set. I think I really got her off, Gregg said to himself, smiling lustily with satisfaction. He’d never fucked so hard in all his life. He’d given Mandy every ounce of strength he had in his body, especially his cock. He’d really pounded and pumped it in and out her—just liked she’d begged him to do.
He was full of confidence and he couldn’t wait for their next session. He had no doubt that it would be their steamiest encounter yet.
Gregg was about to settle in for another hour or so of sleep. He had nowhere to be and some of his muscles still ached. If she wasn’t kicking him out, then it was no big deal if he stayed in the bed a little longer. She might even consider it rude for him to leave before they got a chance to play again.
So he leaned back in the bed with self-satisfied grin. This was really going to be a great summer, he said to himself.
His sweet fantasizing was interrupted by the sound of tires screeching in the driveway. It was a very familiar sound. He knew that he’d heard it before but couldn’t remember where. There was a window to his right that overlooked the driveway. He needed to see who that was.
“Why would Mandy leave me in here all alone?” He asked himself.
He got out of the bed and realized that he was butt naked. His cock hung proudly between his legs. He put his hand on in, closed his eyes, and gave it a few soft tugs. Within seconds, he realized that he was becoming hard yet again. Where the hell was Mandy? She should have been there on her knees in front of him, or maybe on top straddling rubbing his big hard dick against her swollen pussy lips.
“Oh fuck,” Gregg said out loud as he continued to stroke his dick.
He probably would have stayed in that position for a while, if it hadn’t been for the sound of car door slamming shut. That sound snapped Gregg back to the present. It also scared the shit out of him, sending shivers of fear up and down his body. He picked up his boxers and quickly stepped into them. Then the shirt, socks, and pants were hastily put on. Fully clothed, panting, and scared shitless he approached the window.
Holy shit!
It was same model and color Benz that he’d seen that afternoon. What the hell! Was she actually having another one of her lovers over? Was this woman some kind of insatiable sex maniac?
Gregg had no idea what he’d gotten himself into.
For a few moments all seemed quiet. But Gregg had a strong feeling that whoever had gotten out of the car had come into the house. He didn’t want to make any kind of noise that would give away his presence and location in the house, but he had to know what was going on downstairs.
He crept towards the front door of the room. His legs wobbled beneath. Mandy had given him the best sexual experience of his life. She’d blown his mind, taken him to a level that no young girl would have been capable of. He would always be grateful to her for that. But as he moved closer and closer to the door, he began to question whether or not it had been worth it.
The guy who’d gotten out of the car looked huge. There was no telling the damage that he’d be capable of doing in a moment of passion.
He slowly turned the handle on the door and pulled it slightly ajar. He could hear voices coming from downstairs—Mandy’s voice and a man’s voice.
Shit! Gregg said out loud.
He heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom. He closed the door and looked around the room frantically. It could have been the dude coming up the stairs searching for him. He went across the room to the window. He looked down. No way! It more was more than a twenty- foot drop. It would be crazy to try and jump out of the window. But if that’s what he had to do to preserve his life, maybe not too many limbs, but at least his life, then that’s just what he would have to do.
Before he could do anything rash or stupid, he heard three soft knocks on the door.
He turned and stared at the door, terrified of what stood behind it. The handle turned and the door slowly opened. It was Mandy.
Gregg took a deep breath, relieved that it was her and not whoever that muscle bound stud was who had pulled up in the Benz. Now more than ever he wanted to know who that guy was. It would be crazy to go forward with any type of relationship with this woman until he got an answer to that question.
“Are you okay?” Mandy asked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Her soft touches warmed Gregg’s body.
The angry sound of a car engine nearly made Gregg jump out of his skin. He turned and looked out the window. The silver Benz was backing out of the driveway at a ridiculous rate of speed. It looked like it was about to crash into the trunk a huge tree, but it swerved at the last moment and continued out of the driveway and out into the street.
“I hate it when he drives like that,” Mandy said. “He must have learned it from his father.”
“Father?” Gregg’s head was spinning. Apparently that hunky guy was not her lover.
“Are you sure don’t need to lie down for a moment?” Mandy asked.
Gregg definitely needed to lie down but he needed to do it with Mandy in his arms. All this energy he’d spent on being jealous had worn him out. He felt like such a fool.
“So that was your son in that car?” He said, needing to confirm what he thought to be true.
“Yes, that was my Ricky. He’s an only child. Spoiled as hell.”
“And he didn’t care that I was over here?”
Mandy looked at back him for a few moments without responding.
“You really think that I told him that you were here?”
“I mean I thought that maybe you would. How old is he?”
“He’s 20,” she responded. “And he would literally crush you if he knew that you were over here.”
Gregg swallowed hard. He pictured her son man’s angry face and muscle bound body charging at him full speed, overflowing with rage. He winced as he pictured one the son’s big, meaty fists heading straight for his face. No matter how good this woman’s pussy had been, it still wasn’t worth getting one’s face pummeled in. If this crazy son was going to lurking around all the summer than it might be best for Gregg to find another woman to play around with, preferably one with
much less baggage.
“Are you serious?” Gregg asked, holding out hope that maybe, quite possibly the beefy stud, was actually her gay hairdresser who just looked like he was capable of breaking another man in two.
“Don’t be scared, baby,” Mandy said, taking a step closer to him and placing her leg in between his.
Seconds later, Gregg felt her hand squeezing his cock and balls. There was something so damn erotic about the way she touched him. She always seemed to be in control.
Gregg remembered the resolution he’d made earlier. He smiled lustily at Mandy then squeezed ass tightly. Their bodies pressed into each other. Mandy squeezed harder on Gregg’s package. He was dying to push his hard cock back inside of her.
“Yes, he’s really my son. But he’s spending the summer with his father in California. He just came by to pick up some of his things.”
“So he’s not going to walk in on us one day and try and break my neck?”
“Not unless I tell him to,” Mandy answered.
“I should have known that you’d turn out to be the femme fatale type. I better not cross you.”
“Better not,” Mandy said leaning forward and kissing Gregg gently on the mouth. “But you know what I want you to do?”
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Mandy said.
She screeched as Gregg lifted her of the ground, then laid her gently on the bed.
“Oh, your grip is so firm,” Mandy said. “I like it when you touch me like that.”
“I bet you do. And I’ve got plenty more of that.”
They both quickly undressed and began clawing at each other’s flesh. They didn’t have lot of time for foreplay though. They were both so hungry, so desperately hungry for each other.
Mandy helped Gregg guide his hard dick into her pussy. Gregg was amazed by how wet she was, so wet that his thick, hard dick didn’t have any trouble sliding right inside of her. They both moaned with pleasure as Gregg began to slowly picked speed, pumping her harder and faster as sweat broke out over both their bodies and they hugged and kissed and clawed, and then they both were taken away by powerful orgasms that left them trembling in each other’s arms.
They stayed in bed, locked in a loving embrace until the wee hours of the morning.
It was the many of such nights that they would spend together that summer. Even now that Gregg’s away at school, Mandy sends him a sexy pic every week or so to remind him of what he’s missing. He can’t wait for the next school holiday that will give him an excuse to return to his hometown. He knows for sure that he won’t be bored.
Story 36
Chapter One: Invitations
“Hey Dansberry!” Matt Thompson yelled down the hall of his dormitory. Three doors down his best friend stuck his head out of his room.
“What?”
“Why don’t you come to my house for Thanksgiving? You never leave. At least you can get a couple of hot meals and wash your laundry. Not to mention there are some fine looking girls in my neighborhood.”
“There are fine looking girls right here bro,” Chase said.
“Yes, but the girls here know how guys like us are. The ones at home give us a chance.”
“Alright,” Chase said. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. “Meet me after my last exam and I’ll be ready to head out.”
“Awesome. I’ll call and let my mom know that I’m bringing you home.”
“Sweet.”
Chase figured that was all settled and he was actually looking forward to it. He couldn’t deny that Matt had a point. He never left the school except for Christmas. Going to a Thanksgiving celebration might be nice. After three years of skipping it, it’d be nice to actually have a home to enjoy during the upcoming holiday.
Checking his watch, Chase grabbed his pencils and notebook. It took him about fifteen minutes to walk to his last exam. Taking a deep breath, Chase stepped into the exam hall and found the table where he would sign in. Given that there were more than five hundred students in his particular history class, they were divided by last name. His table was two down from the door and the line to sign in was considerable. Hopefully they’d all make it through the door before their professor shut it. He couldn’t afford to stick around and retake the exam and missing Thanksgiving with Matt would suck royally.
Finally Chase was able to sign in and made it to a seat in the auditorium before he heard the large doors shut. He sure hoped everyone made it. Having to stay here just to retake the test would have sucked. An hour later Chase walked out through the exit, feeling pretty confident. History wasn’t his favorite class, but considering he just had to memorize the facts, he figured he’d done alright. Now it was time to go pack his stuff for the week at Matt’s parent’s house. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He hadn’t had actual Thanksgiving dinner in years and just the thought of hot turkey and real mashed potatoes and gravy made his mouth water.
“You ready to go?” Chase heard Matt ask as he came into the lobby of their dormitory.
“Hell yes,” Chase smiled. “God I can’t wait until we walk man. I’m so read to be done with all this.”
“I don’t know, it’s nice to have this freedom.”
“Freedom?” Chase laughed. “Not when attendance is required. Half of my classes I could pass without ever seeing a professor. Do you know what I could do with the time I spend in class?”
“Why don’t you just sign in and then leave?”
“I do, when I can. Some of my profs are like Medusa though, dude. The last time I got called out in class for trying to leave I decided it’s easier to just sit through the bullshit than trying to get out of it.”
“That sucks. I’ve got a Humanities professor who lets us sign in and tells us to leave if we want to. I love that class. Plus, it’s super easy to pass as long as you can read.”
Chase said a few more words about the attendance policy of their college and some of the anal retentive professors they’d run into before he turned his attention to other things. “So tell me about your parents and where you grew up bro.”
“My parents are divorced, have been since I was ten. It took about a year, but they eventually learned to work together and do a great job of it now. They’ll both be at my graduation. My dad remarried when I was fifteen and my step-mom is awesome. She’s not my mom of course, but that’s also why she’s so great. I can bullshit with her in ways I can’t with my mom and vice versa.”
“That’s cool,” Chase agreed, shaking his head.
“My mom’s a doctor so growing up, especially after their divorce I got to spend a lot of time with my dad. They worked out a regular visitation schedule as well, but if my mom was on call or had to go into work for some reason, my dad was always there to take care of me.”
“That’s great, man. Not a lot of people have parents who care to do that for them and actually execute it well.”
“Yeah I know.”
***
Ellie stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. After wrapping up her hair she walked into her room to look through her closet. After putting on her bra and panties, she dallied around about whether she wanted to wear something light and airy or something warm and cozy. Right now she felt good and comfortable. That didn’t mean though that in an hour or two she wouldn’t be freezing. In fact she could just as easily be sweating and overheated.
Deciding to go with a pair of jeans and a cute shirt, Ellie grabbed a sweatshirt from the rack as well, just in case. She dressed quickly, brushed her hair and blow-dried it in the style she liked and then headed downstairs to greet her son.
Needing to keep busy, Ellie brewed coffee and made something to eat so Matt would have food when he came home. Knowing her son, she’d need to feed him like a plow horse while he was here. The boy could pack away the food and much to her chagrin he never gained a pound. She wasn’t jealous, but it was a hard won battle.
About an hour after she go
t done making biscuits, Ellie heard her son’s car pull up. She couldn’t wait to hug her boy. Despite constantly telling herself that he was now a senior in college, she couldn’t help seeing the tiny toddler he’d once been. Hurrying around to the driver’s side of the new two-door coupe, Ellie wrapped her son in a hug and giggled out her happiness.
“I’m so glad you’re finally home!”
“Hey, mom,” Matt said, stepping back. “Mom, this is my best friend Chase Dansberry. Chase, this is my mom, Ellie Thompson.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Thompson,” Chase said. Ellie laughed and then walked around to Chase’s side of the car. She held out her hand and smiled.
