That Summer

This is the second in a three-part series.

Dreams Come True

Davey had no intention of waiting a week to see Sandy again. The weather heated up on Tuesday. He decided it was a good day to swim. Bathing suit in hand, he walked over.

His spirits dropped when he saw her car was not there. “Damn,” he thought.

As he turned around for his demoralized walk home, Sandy pulled around the corner. Rolling down her window she asked, “Where you headed off to, Davey? I’ve got a project for you today.”

Hoping they were thinking of the same kind of project, Davey smiled brightly and met her in the driveway.

“I see you brought your suit,” she said. “You won’t need it for this project.” She winked. “But first, can you help me with these groceries?”

“Yes, Sandy, whatever you say.” He grinned.

They brought in the groceries, and she put away the things that went in the fridge. He admired how fine she looked in her light summer dress, which showed off her long, shapely legs and, of course, her breasts.

“I see you like this dress, too, Davey.” She never missed anything. “Maybe I can make you like it even more.” She reached under the yellow dress, pulled down her pink panties, and stepped out of them, never taking her eyes off Davey’s. His lust for her was boundless.

“Here, hold them for me while I fix us some tall glasses of ice water. It’s so hot today, don’t you think?”

Staring at the still warm panties in his slightly trembling hands, he said, “Incredibly hot.”

“Do my panties smell nice, Davey?”

Holding them to his nose and breathing in deeply, he stammered, “They smell wonderful, Sandy.”

Sandy smiled and fixed their drinks.

“Shall we sip our cold beverages by the pool?” she asked and led him outside. “Let’s get these lounge chairs facing each other.”

Davey arranged the chairs so they were close and faced each other. Sandy sat and demurely crossed her legs at the ankles. Sitting facing her, Davey tried to use his mind to will her legs apart. She seemed to relish making him crazy with lust.

“It looks like you have something on your mind, Davey. I have some things on my mind, too. First, you’re way overdressed, compared to me. Take your shirt off.”

He instantly pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground.

“Come over here so I can see you more closely,” she directed, patting the cushion on her lounge chair.

He sat next to her, at her hip.

“That’s better,” she said, smiling as she surveyed his body. She touched his chest, gently playing with his nipples. She felt his heart pound.

“Does that feel good, Davey?”

“Very good, Sandy.”

“Now take off the rest of your clothes.”

Davey took off his shoes and socks then stood up and pulled off his pants and underwear, his hard-on pointing straight up. He started to sit with her again.

“No, stand, Davey,” she insisted. “I’m not done looking at you. Turn around slowly so I can see you from all sides.”

He turned slowly and stopped with his back facing her.

“So handsome,” she said as she put her soft hand on his ass. “I love your legs.” She very slowly slid her hand from his ass down his inner thigh to his calf.

“Turn and face me again, Davey.”

He did.

“I love how your cock stands up when it gets so hard. It’s very hard today, isn’t it Davey?” She reached up and touched it softly, sliding her hands down to caress his balls.

“It’s very hard, Sandy.” Davey struggled with his excitement.

“You like to rub your cock until you come don’t you, Davey?

“Yes, Sandy,” he stammered.

“Do you think of doing dirty things with me when you make yourself come?” She stared into his eyes.

“I do, Sandy.”

“Well, today is going to be different, Davey. No more imagining. You just keep doing as I say, and we’ll both be very happy.”

“Ok, Sandy.”

“Sit back down in your chair,” she directed. He would jump off a cliff if she told him to.

“I know you like to look at my body. So, I’m going to give you a tour. First I’m going to show you my pussy.”

Looking him straight in the eyes she very slowly uncrossed her legs, lifted her knees, then spread her legs. Her pubic hair was dark brown. Not taking her eyes off Davey, she slid her fingers through her hair then spread the lips of her pussy, which was glistening in the bright sunlight.

“Come close, Davey. I want you to see everything.”

He moved to the foot of her lounge chair and leaned in between her long legs, his huge erection poking his abdomen. He reached out to touch her, but she took his hand.

“Not yet, Davey. You’ll get your turn. Do you see this?” She pulled her lips back further to expose her large clit. “This is my clitoris, or clit. When you rub it or lick it, it gets excited and gets swollen and hard, like your cock. Watch me touch it.” Wetting two fingers in her mouth, she reached down and slowly circled her clit. “Mmmm, that feels so good. Do you like watching me rub my clit, Davey.”

Just inches from her pussy, Davey said, “I do, Sandy,” without lifting his head or looking up.

“I thought so. When my clit gets rubbed or licked in the right way it makes me come. I can come over and over again if you play with my clit just right. You’d like to put your mouth on my pussy and lick my clit until I come, wouldn’t you, Davey?”

Hi mouth watered at the thought and at the sight of her hardening clit as she massaged it with her lovely fingers. “I do want to lick you, Sandy, and make you come,” he responded from his close-up vantage point. She felt his warm breath on her pussy.

Sliding her fingers lower, she spread her lips with her other hand, her wedding ring sparkling in the bright sunlight.

“This is my vagina, Davey.” She spread herself wide open with her fingers.

“You’ve felt how wet it gets when I get excited. It gets wet so your big cock can slide in and out. I’ll love the feeling of your thick cock deep inside me, filling my pussy so tightly.” She pushed two fingers all the way into herself and slid them in and out.

“You want to put your cock in my pussy like this, don’t you, Davey?”

Davey could barely manage a “Yes.” He was so close he could smell her scent, as he had on his fingers the night of the party. He could hear the soft squishing sound her fingers made as they went in and out of her wetness.

She slowly pulled her fingers out of herself and told him to open his mouth. She slid them into his mouth. “Do you like the taste of my pussy, Davey?”

“Yes, Sandy. You taste so good.”

“Sit back up now,” she told him. Reluctantly he did. “I’m too warm in this dress.” She pulled it over her head, now wearing only a white bra. “You wanted to help me get this off when I massaged you. Take it off now, Davey.”

He reached around her, enjoying the smell of her neck, and worked at the clasp. Eventually, he got it unfastened, lifted the straps from her lovely shoulders, then pulled it off her voluptuous breasts. They shook enticingly. Unable to restrain himself he cupped one in his hand for a moment, before she pulled it away.

“You’re a bad boy for not waiting for my instructions, Davey.” She looked at him sternly, then smiled. “I know you like to look, so this is time for you to do that.”

“Ok, Sandy. I’ll just look.”

“Good,” she said. She held an ample breast in each hand, as if weighing them. Her nipples and areolas were large and dark brown.

“Do you think they’re too big, Davey.”

“They’re perfect, Sandy.”

Rubbing wet fingers around her areolas and nipples, she asked, “Do my nipples get you excited, Davey?”

“Very much, Sandy.”

She pinched a nipple and pulled on it. “When they’re touched like this, they get excited like my clit does, and my nipples get big and hard. Do you see that happening, Davey?”

“Yes, Sandy.”

“They’re very sensitive. If you play with them with your fingers, or with your mouth and tongue, or with your hard cock, it makes my clit get hard and my pussy very wet.” She played with her nipples as they got harder, jutting out from her soft round breasts.

“I can come just from having my nipples touched.” She closed her eyes as she continued pinching her nipples as he watched.

“We haven’t quite finished the tour, though. Would you like to see my ass, Davey?”

“I would, Sandy.”

She turned on the lounge chair, so her ass was facing him. She got on her hands and knees, then rested on her elbows, turning her head on a pillow so she could look back at him. “Come close again.” She reached back with one hand and squeezed one of her cheeks. “Do you like the shape of my ass, Davey?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful, Sandy.”

She arched her back, so her pussy was more exposed. “I like my pussy fucked from the back, too. When I arch my back like this you can drive you cock far into me and slam up against my ass.”

Davey trembled and his cock threatened to erupt.

Sandy then held her cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide. “See this, Davey?”

“Yes, Sandy.”

“It’s very sensitive, too. I want you to touch it with your fingers. I also want to feel your warm wet tongue on it, too. That will feel so good. And if you’re very good and do exactly as I say, I’ll even let you put your cock in my ass. Would you like to fuck my ass until you come inside me, Davey?”

“Yes,” he relied, incredulous.

“That wasn’t a complete response, Davey.”

“Yes, Sandy, I want to fuck your ass until I come inside you.” Davey was beside himself.

“Yes, that’s right. And you’ll make me come in many ways.”

“I will, Sandy,” Davy said earnestly.

“One slight problem we have is that as a very aroused young man, you’re going to come very quickly. The first time. So, you’re going to come first then, when you get hard again, we’ll be able to fuck for a long time. How does that sound, Davey?”

“So good, Sandy.” He absolutely trusted her plan.

“Come here then, dear Davey,” she beckoned.

He was off his chair and climbing on top of her instantly. They kissed for a long time, their tongues probing and their hands touching each other’s bodies. She gripped his hips and pulled his rock hard erection into her soft belly. He lifted himself slightly so he could touch her magnificent breasts. They were soft and full; her nipples were hard as he touched them eagerly.

Davey buried his face in her breasts, pushing them together so he could switch back and forth kissing and pinching and sucking her nipples. Sandy moaned softly with pleasure, running her fingers along the crack of his ass as he circled her erect nipples with his tongue, her other hand cradling the back of his head.

“That feels so good, Davey,” she whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you bring your big cock up here to my breasts.”

Not sure what she had in mind, he did not hesitate. He moved up her body so he was straddling her ribs. She reached down into her purse and pulled out a small bottle.

“This will make things feel even better,” she said as she rubbed lubricant onto his cock and between her breasts. He rubbed his rigid cock against each of her hard nipples as she held his ass tight. He lowered himself onto her breasts and let his cock sink into them as he moved his hips.

“Your tits, I mean breasts, feel amazing,” he told her.

“Call them whatever you like. You’re so good at touching them. Here, I’ll hold them together while you rub your beautiful cock between them.” She pushed her breasts together and he slid his cock between them.

“Fuck my tits till you come, Davey. I want to feel your hot cum on my skin.”

Davey began sliding his cock back and forth between her ample breasts, his hands on her shoulders. Sandy pinched her nipples as she held her breasts together.

“I’m going to come soon, Sandy,” he said, sounding concerned.

“Good. Come all over me,” she pleaded.

With that, Davey’s orgasm let loose and throbbed endlessly, shooting cum nearly to her face. As it wound down, he kept grinding between her breasts in the slippery pool of lube and semen. He rubbed it on her nipples and sucked and pinched them softly.

“Pinch them harder, Davey. I like that,” she told him. He increased the pressure. “Even harder. They like a firm hand.” He did not want to hurt her, but he pinched them hard. “Mmmm, yes!” she cried out in pleasure.

“Can I lick your pussy now, Sandy?” he asked, unsure of the protocol for such things.

“Oh yes, baby. You can do anything you want to me. Please eat my pussy. I’m aching to feel your tongue everywhere.”

He moved down her body, kissing her as he went. He circled her bellybutton with his tongue then combed through her pubic hair with his fingers, stroking and pulling it. Then he got between her long legs, which she spread wide. He lowered his face to her pussy, pushing the hair aside to better expose her. Spreading her lips, he slowly ran his tongue down, across her clit, between her inner lips, then across the mouth of her soaking wet vagina.

“Oh God,” Sandy cried out. With that endorsement, his tongue made the same slow trek, up and down, over and over. Sandy squirmed and clutched his head, holding it firmly between her legs. She cried out again when he hardened his tongue and pushed it slightly into her vagina. He loved her taste and scent, how soft she felt against his tongue and lips. He loved bringing her intense pleasure and the sound of her soft moaning.

Trying something new, he began to suck on her clit, not hard but enough that she moaned louder and forcefully held his head in place. She like having her clit sucked. He kept it up.

“That’s so good. I love you sucking my clit. Fuck me with your fingers, too, baby,” she said through clenched teeth.

Without taking the suction off her clit, his slid one, then two fingers, into her dripping vagina, pushing them in and out of her deeply.

“Oh God!” she called out.

She squirmed and the muscles in her thighs twitched. Davey relentlessly sucked while fucking her with his fingers. She gripped his head so hard it almost hurt, but he thought of nothing but the taste of her delicious pussy and the feeling of his fingers inside touching her smooth flesh. His only desire was to make her come.

A few minutes later, she suddenly cried out. Her body moved uncontrollably as her massive orgasm exploded, spreading through her entire body. Liquid gushed from her pussy as she held Davey’s head to her clit and cried “Oh god” again and again. Very slowly it faded and her grip on him lightened.

He moved up from between her legs and lay on top of her. They kissed passionately, holding each other tight.

“You’re amazing, Davey,” she said, looking into his eyes. “You must have more experience than I thought. I haven’t felt anything that good in so very long. Maybe never.”

“No, I have very little experience, and nothing like this. You’re so incredibly beautiful and sexy, Sandy. It must bring out the best in me.”

She smiled and kissed him again. “Well, you’re so kind and handsome and sexy. But we’re not done here quite yet. I’m going to get you hard so I can feel your cock inside me. Would you like that?”

“Just tell me what to do, Sandy,” he said, sliding his softening cock between the lips of her pussy.

“That’s a good start,” she smiled. “Let’s give each other oral sex at the same time. Lay on your back.”

He did and she got on top of him, her face to his cock. “Now you eat me and I’ll get your cock ready.” His cock began to stir faintly just hearing her plan.

He loved the feel of her weight on him, and the sight of her pussy and ass in his face. Holding her cheeks in his hands, he spread them apart as he licked all around her clit, his nose pressing into her vagina. He wanted to be buried in her.

Sandy was surprised how quickly he was recovering. At first, she easily took his entire soft penis into her mouth, but it engorged quickly, filling her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft and all over his balls, taking each one into her mouth, then running her tongue from below his balls back up to the tip of his cock, where she lingered. She took his nearly fully erect cock deep into her mouth, squeezing his ass each time she sucked him in.

Feeling his young cock hardening in her mouth aroused Sandy tremendously. But Davey’s total attention to bringing her to climax with his tongue made it impossible for her to focus on his cock, which by that time was fully recovered. So, she lightly kissed and licked it, while basking in the incredible pleasure he was giving her.

“Make me come again, baby,” she said.

The thought he was bringing her to another orgasm thrilled Davey. He slightly increased the suction on her clit and interspersed that with long licks up from her vagina. As her moaning got louder and her muscles twitched, he held her ass tight and did nothing but suck her clit until her second orgasm erupted, causing her to cry out loudly and grip his head with her thighs. Her orgasmic convolutions went on and on. Davey was amazed — and a little jealous — at the intensity and duration of her ecstasy.

When it finally passed, Sandy turned and lay next to him. She kissed him deeply, then said, “Now get up and fuck me with your amazing cock,” which she was gripping in her hand. As she released her hold, he moved back on top of her, marveling at her beautiful, willing body.

She held each of her legs and pulled them toward her, opening her pussy for him completely. “Fuck me as deep and hard and long as you can, Davey. And come inside me — nothing to worry about.”

Not hesitating, Davey was on his knees, legs spread, when he drove his cock all the way into her in a single thrust, clutching her hips.

“Oh my God!” she cried.

He could not believe the incredible feeling of his cock deep in her warm, wet pussy. He lost all his usual reserve and did as she had directed, fucking her deep and hard. He pounded in and out of her, pulling his long cock nearly all the way out before plunging it back in to the hilt. The feeling of it going in and out of her made him crazy; he fucked her with even greater intensity. He felt like he could go on for a long time.

She moaned incessantly. “Oh God, Davey! Fuck me harder! Deeper!” The sweat poured off Davey as he penetrated her with all his might. Sandy pulled her legs up to her chest so he could go even deeper. He pressed his weight into her as he drove his cock in, as he reached around and held her ass tight. Sandy rubbed her clit furiously.

After a time, they both screamed and bucked as their orgasms collided. Davey felt the pulses of his cum flowing deep into her as her fingernails dug into his back. Eventually they fell into each other and kissed with great passion for a long time, his cock still inside her, neither of them wanting it to end.

“Come with me, Davey.” Sandy got up, took his hand, and led him into the house. In the bathroom she opened the shower door, turned on the water, and they went in together. The warm water cascading over them, they kissed and rubbed their soapy bodies together. Then they took turns gently washing each other. Leaving the shower, they dried each other then walked naked back through the house to their clothes.

“I’m afraid it’s time for your exit, baby,” she said. “We won’t be alone here much longer.”

“That was unbelievable, Sandy. All of it,” he said as they dressed, pulling her in close for one last kiss.

“It was Davey. Wonderful. Think of me when you go to sleep tonight. I’ll be thinking of you.” She gave him a beautiful smile as he reluctantly turned and went out the door.

Reckless

Sandy called on Friday afternoon.

“Steve just told me he wants to barbeque tonight. He liked my idea of inviting you over, since you’re having such a lonely summer,” she said playfully.

Davey paused. “Won’t that be weird?”

“A little,” she responded. “But we’re going to visit Steve’s daughter, Ann, for the weekend. I wanted to see you before we leave in the morning. But if it feels too awkward, I’ll understand.”

Her coming absence brought everything into focus for Davey.

“No, I’d definitely like to come. Come over.”

Sandy laughed. “I know you like to. Me, too. Can you get here at 7?”

“I’ll see you then.”

Davey’s nervousness at being with Steve competed with his excitement at seeing Sandy. Lust prevailed and he arrived at seven sharp.

“Welcome, Davey,” Steve said as he handed him a vodka and tonic at the door.

“HI Steve. Thanks,” Davey said, smiling nervously and taking the drink.

“Sandy’s in the kitchen working on the salad. Let’s go see how she’s doing, before I go out and turn the ribs.”

They walked into the kitchen and Sandy smiled broadly at Davey. “I almost forgot how to do this without my kitchen assistant!” she joked.

“That was fun helping with your party,” Davey said. Sandy looked gorgeous in her tight slacks and silk blouse.

Steve finished his drink and poured himself another, mostly vodka with a splash of tonic. “Thanks for all you’re doing here this summer, Davey,” he said.

The guilt washed over Davey again. He could not manage a response.

Sandy broke the silence. “Davey’s a hard worker and good company to boot.”

“That’s great,” Steve said as he took a long drink and went out to tend to the ribs.

“My God, I swear he’s on his third drink already, and he pours them strong,” she said after Steve closed the door. Davey rarely saw her upset, but when he did it usually involved Steve.

“My head would be spinning,” Davey said. “I’m not a big drinker.”

“Stay that way, Davey. It only causes problems. It’s definitely not the secret to a happy marriage.” Davey couldn’t tell whether she was sad or angry. Maybe both.

“I’m sorry, Sandy.”

Brightening, she smiled at him and said, “It’s ok, Davey. I do have a big bright spot in my life now. Or, in my kitchen to be precise.” They both smiled. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms, but that was out of the question with Steve standing just outside at the barbecue.

“About five minutes to go on the ribs,” Steve announced when he came back into the kitchen. He poured himself another drink. “It’s damn hot out there!” he said.

“Apparently,” Sandy noted archly as she shot Davey a look, rolling her eyes.

Steve ignored her or hadn’t listened.

When Steve brought the ribs in, they sat down, Steve and Sandy across from each other and Davey on the side, between them.

“Wow, this is all delicious,” Davey said.

“Sorry about the ribs getting a little charred. I must have gotten distracted.” Steve was having another drink.

Sandy looked disgusted. Davey noticed, but Steve just focused on eating the blackened ribs.

“So, you guys are going to visit Ann up at her place for the weekend?” Davey asked to change the subject. “That should be nice.”

“We haven’t seen her in a while and her boyfriend just broke up with her and moved out. So, we’re gonna see if we can cheer her up a little,” Steve said, sounding a little slurry.

“I’m sorry to hear that about Ann. She’s nice. I hope you have a good visit,” Davey responded.

Sandy said little until it was time to clear the table. “Alright then, Davey, will you help me with clearing the table and the dishes? Steve, maybe you can find something we could watch on TV.” She knew how to direct the men in her life. Davey sprang into action; Steve moved at a decidedly slower pace.

Alone in the kitchen, Sandy said, “Well he’s about to go face down, again. It just gets worse and worse. I’m at my wits’ end.”

“That must be really hard for you.” Davey looked at her tenderly and touched her shoulder. She looked into his eyes and gave him a little smile.

“Having you has helped so much with my loneliness, Davey. Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips.

They finished cleaning up in silence. But she smiled at him more frequently. He felt comfortable with her, even when she was sad.

“Ok, let’s see what he’s come up with on the TV, assuming he lasted that long.” Sandy took Davey’s hand and led him toward the family room, where the television was on. Steve was sunk into his recliner, still awake, but barely.

“This is about birds, or alligators, or something,” Steve managed, trying to describe the documentary on the screen.

“Sounds good,” Davey replied.

Sandy and Davey sat together on the couch, not as close as they would have liked. The TV show was about Australian marsupials.

Before long, Steve was snoring loudly.

“I’ll get him to bed. The snoring will be farther away,” Sandy said, trying to force a smile. “I might need your help getting him there.”

Steve was nearly unconscious and pretty much dead weight. Between the two of them and what little staggering assistance Steve could muster, they eventually got him onto the bed in the master bedroom. He was out the second he landed.

“I can take it from here, Davey, thanks,” Sandy said. “I’ll be right out.”

Davey felt bad for what she had to deal with. No wonder she was lonely. He sat quietly in the family room, paying no attention to the bizarre marsupials on the screen.

After a few minutes, Sandy returned, closing the door behind her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I got into my nightgown. It’s been a long day and I wanted to be comfortable.” She gave him a little smile.

“I’m all for you being comfortable, Sandy.” Davey was unsure what was going on, what with Steve at the other end of the house.

“Do you mind if I turn the TV off?” Sandy asked.

“Please do.”

She came and sat close to him on the couch. “The quiet is nice,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“It is nice. Aren’t you worried about Steve getting up?” Davey was.

“No,” she replied. “I’ve been through this drill more times than I’d care to admit. Once he crashes, he is gone. The morning, and our drive to Ann’s, won’t be pretty. But until he wakes with his hangover tomorrow, he’s dead to the world.”

She snuggled closer to Davey, who put his arm around her and stroked her hair in silence. She put her hand on his stomach, her face still resting on his chest.

“You feel so good, baby,” she said as she softly touched his abdomen.

“You do, too,” he said, gently kissing her head and taking in her scent. Then he moved his free hand to her thigh, rubbing it softly through her nightgown.

Sandy looked up and kissed him, her tongue searching for his. As they kissed gently, she took his hand and put it inside her nightie, sliding it up her soft, smooth thigh. The thought of her naked body under the nightgown made Davey twitch with excitement. Sandy slid her hand down his belly to his pants, which she unbuttoned so she could reach down through his pubic hair and touch his growing cock.

“You have too many clothes on,” she said softly as she climbed into his lap, facing Davey while she straddled him. She unbuttoned the dress shirt he had worn for the occasion and took it off. She rubbed his chest with her hands and gently kissed and sucked his nipples, which grew erect in her mouth.

“That’s so good,” he whispered. He ran his hands down her back and held her ass through the nightgown.

“Mmmm,” she responded. “Davey, I need to feel you inside me. But I want you to be naked. Stand up so I can take the rest of your clothes off.”

“If you think that’s ok,” he said. “We’re not alone in the house.”

“It’s ok,” she said, getting off his lap and pulling him to his feet. She knelt and removed his shoes and socks, then got on her knees and nuzzled his cock through his pants until she pulled them off. Davey cradled her head in his hands as she teased his cock with her tongue.

She stood before him and held her arms straight up, smiling. Davey lifted her nightgown over her head and off, revealing her glorious nakedness. They threw their arms around each other and pulled close, her luscious breasts pressed against him and his erect cock pressed against her brunette bush and soft belly. They held each other’s ass as they clung tight together, equally aroused as they kissed ardently.

“Sit down,” she whispered, pushing him back and down gently. Standing in front of him, she spread her legs. “Am I wet enough, Davey?” He reached up and touched her pussy, massaging it gently. Then he slid his index finger between her inner lips, which were dripping wet.

“Simons says put your finger inside me, Davey,” she smiled dreamily.

His slid his long index finger all the way into her and moved it back and forth while he played with her clit with his thumb. “You’re so wet, Sandy,” he said, withdrawing his glistening finger and holding it up to her.

“Let’s see,” she said, putting his finger in her mouth. Sucking and licking it, she said, “You’re right. I’m ready.” She straddled Davey on the couch again, her wet pussy just inches above his hard cock. “Now I’m going to fuck you, Davey,” she whispered into his ear. Looking into his eyes, she very slowly lowered herself down until his long cock disappeared completely inside her.

Davey shuddered at the feeling of being swallowed by her. She began to move herself up and down his shaft, her hands on his shoulders, his hands squeezing her ass. He moved one hand to where he could feel his cock sliding into her. Sandy softly moaned each time she took him in fully.

“I love the way you hold my ass while I fuck you,” she whispered.

“Hold still,” she told him as she pulled herself up off his cock, turned around so they were facing the same direction, then lowered herself back down. Her hands supporting herself on his knees, she lifted her body up and down. The sight of her beautiful ass displayed for him while his cock slid in and out of her from behind, drove Davey wild. He reached around, squeezed her perfect breasts, and pinched and stroked her sensitive nipples as she moved slowly up and down on his cock.

After a time, Davey was nearing his limit and whispered, “I’m getting so close, Sandy.”

“That’s good, baby,” she said. “Give me your cum whenever you want.”

He held out for as long as he could, right on the exquisite edge. It was agony not to come, but the sweetest agony he ever felt. Sandy slowed her movements, helping prolong the experience.

But eventually his orgasm would not be denied, and it burst forth, his cock throbbing powerfully as he was overcome by waves of the most intense pleasure. Sandy increased her speed when he started to come and kept it up until well after she received the last drop of his cum. Since they were not alone, he had to stifle his urge to shout. She rested on his fading erection, slowly grinding on his lap while he held her from behind, caressing her breasts.

“Your turn now. Lay down on your back here,” he said, pointing to the couch next to him. She quickly did as he said. He leaned down and kissed her.

She whispered in his ear, “Please eat me.”

“Spread your legs wide,” he told her. She held each of her legs with a hand and pulled them toward her chest. Her pussy was fully open to him, with a thin stream of white cum running down. Resting on his elbows, Davey brought his face to her and started gently licking. He began at her vagina, then pushed her legs up toward her chest, so her ass was fully exposed. When he licked her there, she softly said, “Oh, my God.”

Then he returned to her swollen clit. His tongue circled it and flicked across the tip. He made long, slow runs from her vagina to above her clit. When he applied gentle suction, while sliding two fingers in and out of her, Sandy began to tremble and moan more audibly. He increased the suction and the speed of his fingers and the muscles in her thighs began to constrict. Davey felt pulses in her pussy gripping his fingers. Then her massive orgasm struck, her body shaking uncontrollably through her muffled cries. Davey kept pleasuring her as her climax seemed to go on forever.

When it finally waned, they lay in each other’s arms for a long time, spent and profoundly satisfied.

“God, Davey. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me after what went on earlier this evening. I needed to feel loved. You gave me that, and more. Like you always do,” Sandy said, sincerely.

“Making you happy makes me so happy, Sandy. You deserve to be loved.” He smiled and kissed her tenderly.

“But I should probably get going so we don’t have any bad surprises here,” he said, glancing towards the bedroom.

“I guess,” she said sadly. “I’ll clean up after our little party here. You get your handsome self home and in bed.”

They kissed once more and he left feeling like he was walking on air.

Temptress

Not having seen Sandy all weekend, Davey walked to her house on Monday afternoon, enjoying the warm weather. As usual, he let himself in. Not seeing her, he figured she must be in the pool. But she wasn’t there either.

As he stood, looking around, the sliding glass door from the kitchen opened and Sandy’s stepdaughter, Ann, walked out. She was wearing a tiny green bikini and carrying a can of Coke.

Ann jumped slightly in surprise at seeing him.

“That’s right. I forgot how you guys just let yourselves in anytime, day or night. Glad I wasn’t heading out to skinny dip.” She squinted at Davey in the bright light as she put on her sunglasses.

Davey wouldn’t have minded her skinny dipping. He and the guys always thought Mark’s older half-sister was very cute. Many comments had been made over the years, mostly to make Mark squirm over hearing how foxy his big sister was. But she was older than them, in her mid-twenties, and had moved out years ago.

She was Steve’s daughter from his first marriage, so she didn’t resemble Sandy. She was tall and thin, with light blue eyes and long strawberry blond hair. She had small breasts, a shapely little ass, and nice legs. She liked to tease the guys to watch them go tongue-tied, by brushing against them or bending over in the short skirts she wore.

“So, Davey. I heard you were around this summer. What brings you over today? Did you come for a skinny dip?” she said from the chaise lounge by the pool, smiling. She had not lost her touch for teasing.

“Uh, no. I’m working on projects around here for your dad and Sandy, to make some money,” he said.

“I see. Lucky Sandy, having a strapping young lad to service her with his hard labor.” She smiled and looked Davey up and down.

Feeling aroused — and uncomfortable — he tried to change the subject. “How long are you here for, Ann?

“Probably just a day or two. I came back with dad and Sandy when they came up on Saturday. I suppose you heard Peter moved out.” Her smile vanished.

“I heard that. Sorry.” Davey wondered what would lead a guy to leave a girl like Ann.

“Yeah, well, his loss.” Ann forced a smile.

“This sun is brutal. Have you seen any sunscreen around here?”

“I think I saw some in the kitchen,” he said.

“Would you mind grabbing it for me? I’m feeling lazy.”

“Sure,” he said and walked into the kitchen and took the sunscreen from the shelf.

As he returned to the pool, Ann was removing the top of her bikini.

“Hope you don’t mind, unannounced visitor, but I’m working on a fuller tan this summer,” she said, looking him in the eye as her breasts popped out. “We’re all kind of like family here, anyway. Aren’t we?”

Davey felt déjà vu. “Kinda,” he sputtered.

“It’s nice to let them see the light of day, don’t you think?” Ann said as she rubbed her breasts lightly then dropped her hands and looked him in the eye. Her breasts were small and perfect. Her areolas were tiny and light pink, but her nipples were large, and had reacted to her fleeting touch — and perhaps to Davey’s furtive gaze. They stood tall, pointing at him suggestively.

“Pass the sunscreen, laborer. They’ll burn up in this sun if I’m not careful.”

She reached out her hand and Davey gave her the bottle. She poured lotion into her hands and rubbed them together. Then she slowly massaged her breasts with her hands, working the lotion in. She lingered at her nipples, looking up at Davey as she did.

“Here, why don’t you get my back for me,” she suggested, offering the sunscreen.

Davey froze. His cock told him to help her with the lotion, but his head and heart said flee. He had no intention of messing things up with Sandy, no matter how enticing Ann was.

“You know, I really should get going now. Sorry, Ann.”

“Don’t rush off, Davey,” Sandy said from the open sliding glass door to her bedroom. “Ann seems to have a project in mind for you,” she smiled disingenuously at Ann.

“But I have first dibs as your original employer.”

“Wow, Davey, you’re really in demand,” Ann said. “Don’t let it go to your head, though. Enjoy slaving away. I’ll just be stretched out here.” Ann gave him a little wave that made her breasts jiggle, opened her magazine, put on her headphones, and started playing a cassette. Her oiled breasts glistened in the bright sun.

“Come on, Davey, I’ll show you the next project,” Sandy said as she walked back into her bedroom. She was wearing a thin blue summer dress, with no shoes. Davey was relieved to see her and grateful she helped him avoid Ann’s temptation.

“Thanks for getting me out of there.”

“And it looks like I did just in time, too. Those perky young tits and a bottle of lotion are a dangerous combination.” She smiled at him. “I appreciate that you resisted her charms, Davey. And her tits. I feel honored.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him.

He smiled at her. “You’re the one I want, Sandy. I think of you all the time.”

“Not just when you’re soaping yourself up in the shower?” she teased.

“Well, then for sure. But all the time,” he said earnestly.

“That’s very sweet. I think of you all the time, too, Davey. And sometimes when I do I have to touch myself too.”

They held each other in silence for a long time.

“Is there a project I can do for you or was that just a line to get me out of there?” he finally asked.

“I do have a project for you, but it can’t take very long. I’ll show you.”

At that, she pinned him up against the wall and kissed him passionately, grinding her body against his. Exploring her mouth with his tongue, Davey ran his hands up and down her sides, settling on her fine ass. Her dress was so thin, almost nothing. Reaching between their bodies, she touched his hard cock bulging in his pants. He moved his hands to her breasts, fondled them, and played with her nipples. He felt her shudder at his touch. He also felt she was wearing no bra or panties.

“Drop your pants” she instructed quietly.

His pants at his ankles, he forcefully pushed her back to the wall. As they touched each other, she whispered in his year, “You’re first project is to make my clit hard and my pussy wet with your fingers.”

“Yes, Sandy,” he said. They giggled.

As he reached under her dress, she spread her fine long legs. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair. Then he reached her clit, which was already getting hard. Sliding his hand down, her pussy was dripping wet. As he circled her clit with his thumb, Sandy squirmed and breathed heavily into his ear, giving him a chill. When he slid two fingers into her, she purred. When he pushed three fingers in and out of her pussy while massaging her clit she whispered, “Oh God, yes,” in his ear.

“Keep doing that until I say it’s time for us to fuck,” she whispered. “It feels incredible.”

Davey kept pleasuring her against the wall, his free hand squeezing her luscious ass under the wispy dress. He could sense Sandy was getting close to coming by the increasing ardor of her kisses. He loved her soft dress and her belly rubbing against his cock.

“Lift me up against the wall, Davey, then lower me down onto your big cock and fuck me.”

Davey lifted her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck. He lowered her onto his eagerly waiting cock until it disappeared inside her. Then, pushing her against the wall, he plunged in and out of her, making them both bite their tongues to keep from crying out. Sandy managed to use one hand to reach between them and furiously rub her clit as they fucked.