Second Opinion
by Ann Douglas
It was the last big party of the summer, and with few exceptions, all the
guests agreed that it was the best they'd had in four years at Boulder Ridge
High School. Technically, their days at Boulder Ridge had ended some six
weeks before with graduation, but the numerous parties that had begun with
prom night had delayed their final parting until tonight. Come Monday morning,
the first of them would spread out across the country to the various colleges they
would be attending. Nevertheless, for tonight at least, Monday seemed years
away.
"Fantastic party," Jim Higgens said to Tom Richardson as he patted the
former all-county halfback on the shoulder, "your parents have really outdone
themselves this time."
"Yeah, I guess they have," the dark-skinned eighteen-year-old smiled
as he acknowledged his friend's compliment. "But that's my Mom and Dad, they
worked hard to get where they are and they don't like to do anything second-
rate."
Throughout Tom's last two years at Boulder Ridge, the Richardson's
large two-story colonial had become the gathering place for him and his
classmates. Situated at the end of town, the home of Doctor Isaac and Mrs.
Susan Richardson had been designed to accommodate their only child's
enjoyment in every way possible. Including a large entertainment center in the
basement, an outdoor pool and a basketball court. It was a rare weekend that
one or more of his friends didn't find a way to stay over as houseguests.
Tom left Jim behind and continued his search for his best friend. More
times than not, Sean O'Conner was the preferred weekend houseguest and it
had been that way since the two unlikely friends had first met back in junior high
school. Total opposites at first glance, the two had found a common interest in
science fiction when they were both looking for the same book in the school
library. From there a friendship had grown until the things they had in common
more than outweighed what was still different.
His search was finally rewarded when he found Sean where he
suspected he might be, sitting at the kitchen table with his mother. With the
death of both his parents when he was ten, the Irish teen had been raised by his
grandparents. Susan Richardson had practically adopted the boy the day Tom
had first brought him home.
"Forty-two people outside having a good time, half of them female, and I
find you here," Tom said as he admonished his friend.
"I'm having a good time here," Sean replied with a forced smile. "I
always enjoy talking to your Mom."
The look on Tom's face told him that wasn't the kind of good time he
was talking about.
"Tom's right, Sean," Susan said as she took in the look on her son's
face. "You should go back to the party."
"I wouldn't want to leave you all alone," Sean said, knowing that Doctor
Richardson was out of town for the weekend.
"I'm perfectly fine," she laughed, "besides, my sister is coming over. In
fact she should have been here by now and…"
As if to underscore her assurance, the outer door that led to the side
stairs opened and in walked Joan Tomlinson. All eyes turned in her direction
and each saw her differently. To Susan, she was the sister she had shared her
life with, ever since they had been born, ten minutes apart, some thirty-eight
years ago. For Tom, she was the aunt that appeared irregularly in his life,
spending most of her time crisscrossing the country on business, leaving behind
three failed marriages in the process.
Sean had only met her a few times, but each time he was taken by how
similar and different Joan was from Susan. They had been born identical twins
but life choices and personal tastes had given each an identity of her own. It
was as if the same face had been put on two different bodies. Susan was the
heavier of the two, outweighing her younger sister by almost twenty pounds.
She also had longer hair, reaching down to her shoulders while Joan kept her
black locks cropped tightly against her scalp.
"Speak of the devil," Susan said as Joan closed the door behind her.
"Ah sis, you always say the nicest things," Joan smiled, not sure if
Susan was speaking figuratively or literally. There had been many times over
the years it had been one or the other.
'Hi Aunt Joan," Tom said as he moved forward to embrace his aunt.
"I didn't think it was possible," Joan said as she wrapped her arms
around him and kissed his cheek. "You get more handsome every time I come
to visit. Obviously you get your looks from our side of the family."
"And you remember, Sean, don't you?" Susan said, ignoring the slight
to her husband, with whom Joan had never gotten along with. It was no
coincidence that her visits usually coincided with his absences.
"Oh yes, the writer," Joan said, looking over the slightly taller boy as
she released her hold on her nephew. "How is that coming along?"
"It's coming okay, Mrs. Tomlinson " Sean replied. "It's nice to see you
again."
"Joan, please," she replied, "a young man as grown up as you should
be calling me Joan."
Sean just smiled, not commenting that he felt funny calling her by her
first name.
"Sean is too modest," Susan interjected, coming to his rescue. "It's
more than coming okay. He's had two stories published in anthology magazines
this year and he's been awarded a scholarship to State based on his writings."
"It's only a partial scholarship," Sean corrected.
"Still, I'm impressed." Joan said unexpectedly. "You know, I have a
friend who's an editor at Wilson Publishing. If you're really as good as Susan
says, I'd be happy to ask her to look at your work."
"I don't know," Sean said hesitantly.
"It's just something for you to consider," Joan said.
"And it's something to be considered tomorrow or the day after," Susan
pointed out. "Right now these two have a party to get back to."
"Well never let it be said that I stood in the way of a party," Joan
laughed. "In fact, maybe I should… "
A look from her older sister put an instant end to any thought of joining
the party. Instead she told them to have a good time and she'd talk to them
tomorrow.
-=-=-=-=
Tom led Sean out onto the porch where a few of his guests had
gathered. It only took a moment for him to realize that was the last place Sean
needed to be right now.
Sitting in one of the wicker chairs, surrounded by a half dozen admirers,
was a rather pretty redhead. Her name was Sandra Kennedy and up until last
month, she had been Sean's girlfriend. Tom had seen her arrive earlier in the
night but hadn't run into her since. Now he took the time to take a good look.
Sandra had never been exactly bashful about showing off her body, but even for
her the outfit she wore seemed excessive. If there was still such a thing as a
proper hem line, her dress was at least an inch above it and at the other end it
was cut just deep enough to show more cleavage then it should.
He realized of course that he was looking at her though the eyes of his
friend who she had hurt. That it wasn't too long ago that he loved to look at her
when she showed off.
"Come on, let's head over to the basketball court and find you someone
to dance with," Tom said, ignoring Sandra and the guys around her.
Not saying a word, Sean took his friend's suggestion.
Despite his own often seen self-depreciation, Sean had no problem
finding a dance partner. In fact, more than a few female classmates had been
quite happy to hear that he and Sandra had broken up. Their only regret was
that none of them had been able, as of yet, to take her place.
At five foot six and a hundred and thirty-eight pounds, Sean O'Conner
had short brown hair and boyish looks that made him almost irresistible. He
was smart, articulate, and just plain fun to be with. Once you got him to open up
that is.
That was something that not even Tom had been able to do in the last
few weeks. Not the most sensitive guy in the world, even he had finally realized
that his comment about Sandra's dumping him, that at least he'd gotten to fuck
her first, could've been better put.
It actually was, Sean had concluded, the fact that he had fucked her,
which had led to their breakup. All told, they had done the deed a total of four
times over the last two months of their relationship. It was understandable, they
both realized, that the first, and maybe even the second time would be
underwhelming. Oh it had been fun enough, but then so again was
masturbation. It was only when times three and four failed to produce any
improvement that Sandra had announced that they needed to talk.
The talk had been simple enough. She liked him, she really did, and he
was totally the kind of guy that she'd want as a friend. However, it was
becoming obvious that was all they were meant to be. The chemistry just wasn't
there for anything more.
That the problem might be hers never occurred to Sandra. The fact that
she was the kind of girl who just laid there and opened her legs was a big part of
why the sex had been unspectacular. Moreover, she wasn't about to even
consider the idea of oral sex, either giving or receiving. That was, she believed,
the sort of thing only trashy girls did. If she ever got the nerve to survey her
classmates about the subject, she'd have been horrified to discover that just
about all of her friends classified as just that kind of trash.
Still, Sean had been too much of a gentleman to put the blame on
Sandra, or even discuss what had happened with his best friend, other than to
acknowledge the fact that yes, they had finally done it. So, sure that something
was wrong with him, the seventeen-year-old was reluctant to get too close to
anyone else right now, no matter how willing some of the young ladies seemed.
By the time the party was over, Sean had danced with a half-dozen girls,
each doing their best to try to interest him. Shirley Rourke had gone so far as to
practically grope him as their bodies pressed together during a slow dance. His
body had reacted to the stimulation quickly enough, but unfortunately for her
while the flesh was certainly willing enough, the spirit was indeed lacking.
Once the party ended and most of the clean up had been accomplished,
the guests made their goodbyes and left one by one, with some leaving two by
two. Sean hadn't seen Sandra leave so he had no idea which category she had
been in. His own plans called for him to spend the night as he was going to help
Tom load up his things for the trip to the upstate college he was going off to
come Monday. Sean's scholarship had been for a local school and that suited
him just fine. He'd be able to study what he wanted and still help out his
grandparents.
"Hey Sean," Tom called out when he spotted his friend tossing the last
plastic bag of party garbage into the trashcan.
"It was a great party, Tom," he said as the larger teen caught up to him.
"Everyone had a great time."
"Even you?" Tom asked, a look of disbelief on his face.
"I had a good time, so stop worrying about it," Sean assured him, his
voice lacking the conviction he wished it did.
"All right, suite yourself," Tom said, deciding that he was beating a dead
horse to say the least. "Listen, we have a little problem."
"What's the matter?" Sean said with some urgency, thinking that
perhaps someone had gotten sick or even hurt. It had happened at other
parties they'd been to over the summer.
"No, nothing like that," Tom answered just as quickly, realizing what
Sean was thinking. "It's just that we have a little problem with the sleeping
arrangements."
"Oh?"
"Whitney changed her mind and is going to stay over for the weekend,"
Tom said.
Whitney Summers had been Tom's girlfriend since freshman year and,
as Tom had once confided in him, his bed partner every chance they got for the
last two. Eventually it became apparent to their parents as well. Rather than try
to forbid it, and having as little success as they knew their own parents had had
with them, they settled instead with making sure both were acting responsibly
and that no accidents happened.
Neither Tom or Whitney had flaunted it in their parent's faces by
sleeping together under their own roof, at least not when anyone else had been
home. This would be the first time. Still, they were both now of legal age and
since it was no secret that they were going to be sharing a dorm room at school,
it seemed a little silly to say they couldn't sleep in Tom's room now.
The problem was immediately apparent to Sean. While there were two
beds in Tom's room, and it was obvious that only one of them was going to be
occupied, the last thing Tom and Whitney wanted was him in the other.
"I got it," Sean assured his pal, "I'll just sleep in the guest room."
"That's the other problem," Tom went on. "Even though Mom made
sure that there wasn't any kind of booze at the party, that rule didn't apply to her
and Aunt Joan. I think they had more than a few while they were hanging out in
the kitchen. There's no way that Mom is going to let her sister drive home in
that condition."
"And she shouldn't," Sean replied, thinking that let out the guest room.
"So should I head home and come back in the morning?"
"Well, you could do that," Tom offered, reluctance in his voice, "or if
you don't mind, there's always the couch down in the basement playroom."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Sean said. "The couch would be fine."
"Are you sure?" Tom asked, thinking that if the situation were reversed,
he might have been a little put off by being asked to sleep on a couch while his
buddy curled up in a nice soft bed with a naked girl to keep him company.
"Hey, it's not like it would be the first time I'd fallen asleep on it," Sean
smiled as he remembered a few all-night movie marathons that they hadn't
made it to the end of. "The couch will be fine."
-=-=-=-=
It took a few minutes for Tom to break out a couple of sheets
and a pillow from the basement closet for Sean to use while he went upstairs
and got his gym bag from where he had left it. Mrs. Richardson and her sister
must've already turned in, he thought, as he didn't see them as he walked
through the house. Reaching Tom's room, Sean thought it prudent to knock first
and announce himself, not knowing if Whitney would still be dressed or if she
might have changed into nightclothes, or even nothing, to surprise Tom when he
came up.
"Come on in, Sean," he heard Whitney say from the other side of the
door, "I'm decent." She paused a second and then added with a laugh, "or at
least dressed."
Sean grinned at the old joke as he opened the door and stepped inside.
In a way, it would've been easier if she had been naked, at least he didn't think
she would've looked as erotic as she did. Sitting across the bed, Whitney was
wrapped in a white terrycloth robe that reached down to just above her knees. It
was obvious that the robe was all she was wearing and Sean couldn't help but
steal a glance at the long, dark legs that stretched out from beneath it, or the
plentiful cleavage that was displayed at its folds. His own problems in no way
prevented him from being aware that Whitney Summers was one hot looking
girl.
"I really feel a little bad about putting you out of a comfortable bed,"
Whitney said with a small sigh as she swung her legs over the side of the bed,
in doing so given an even better view of her breasts.
In that moment, the memory of those bountiful mounds bursting free of
a bikini top earlier in the summer suddenly filled Sean's mind. He had been
sitting by the pool, not three feet from Whitney, when a small clasp that had
certainly been strained to the breaking point had snapped in two. The two of
them had laughed it off, even as she grabbed what was left of the top and barely
covered her nipples with it. The image that had been left behind was still as
clear as a photograph.
"It's fine, don't worry about it," he said as he turned away and grabbed
his bag off the floor.
"Sean," she said, causing him to turn around and look at her again. "I
know I've said this before but I really feel that I have to say it again. Sandra is a
worthless bitch and I think she had a lot of fucking nerve showing up at the
party, even though I know the blanket invitation included her as well. You can
do a lot better. In fact, if I didn't have Tom, I'd probably want to go out with you."
Sean just smiled and didn't say a word, other than to pause a moment at
the door and wish Whitney goodnight. He'd heard it before, but didn't they
realize that any girl he went out with was only going to be disappointed with him.
He passed Tom on the stairs and also wished him goodnight and said
that he'd see them at breakfast. Not too early, Tom reminded him as the plan
was for everyone to sleep in. After all, it was already almost two in the morning.
Back in the basement, Sean made himself as comfortable as he could
on the couch and soon began to doze off. He'd just begun to close his eyes
when he thought he'd heard a sound on the stairs. Sitting up, he looked into the
darkness at the narrow band of light beaming down from the top of the stairs.
After a few seconds, he decided he was jumping at shadows. Stretching out on
the couch, he tried to find the drowsiness he'd just shaken off.
Sleep now wouldn't come and he was quite embarrassed as he
admitted to himself the reason why. All he could think about was that, just two
floors above him, Whitney had gotten rid of that bathrobe and was now curled
up naked next to Tom. Probably doing a lot more than just curling up next to
him, he also admitted. From the gym classes they'd taken together, Sean
couldn't help but notice that his friend packed an impressive bulge in his shorts.
One that he wasn't bashful in mentioning that Whitney didn't have any hesitation
in taking in any part of her body. Sean had no doubt that at the very least, she
was going down on him right about now.
Despite his embarrassment at thinking about his best friend and his girl in that
way, Sean's body had reacted to the unbidden images in his head and he found
himself sporting a first class hard-on. One that was not going to let him sleep
without doing anything about it.
Finally giving in to desire, Sean pulled down his shorts and closed his
hand around his cock. Slowly he began to pump it as he tried to replace the
image of Whitney with someone else. Shirley Rourke came to mind and the
way her breasts had pressed against his chest and her hand had 'accidentally'
brushed against his erection while they danced.
But try as he might, Shirley kept fading away to replaced again by
Whitney. Finally, thinking that there were worse images he could be jerking off
to, Sean gave in to temptation and allowed the thoughts of her dark naked flesh
take hold.
He was getting close to a climax when his eyes popped open. Again he
had thought he'd head a sound on the stairs. Almost in a panic, he tossed his
head back to look in that direction, only to again find only shadows.
"This isn't going to work," Sean admitted to himself, realizing at the
same time that the chances of someone actually coming down those stairs this
time of the night were astronomical.
Adjusting his underwear, he got off the couch and headed for the small
closet sized bathroom at the end of the playroom. If nothing else, maybe he
could piss away his hard-on.
The bulb in the small toilet was out so Sean left the door open to let the
light of the small lamp he'd turned on filter into the room. It was a small wattage
but enough to make sure he hit the center of the bowl and not the seat. Once
he started, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Evidently he had to go more
than he realized.
"That does seem a waste of a perfectly good hard-on," said a woman's
voice from just behind him.
-=-=-=-=
Sean thought his heart was about to stop at the thought that Mrs.
Richardson might have seen him playing with himself. What the woman had
actually said had yet to register on him. His head jerked around and he
discovered that despite what he thought was his recognition of her voice, it
hadn't been Susan Richardson standing behind him. It had been her sister,
Joan.
"My my, for a white boy that's a pretty impressive piece of equipment,"
Joan said as she moved closer and got a better look at the teenager.
Suddenly aware that he was still holding his cock in his hand, Sean
quickly pulled up his pants to conceal it.
"I hope you're not doing that on my account," Joan said with a broad
smile. "Its not like its the first cock I've seen, or even the first white one."
From somewhere in the back of his mind, Sean remembered Tom
telling him that his Aunt's second husband had been white.
"Err, can I help you with something, Mrs. Tomlinson," Sean said,
wondering if something was wrong.
"Joan, remember," she grinned as she made no attempt to get out of
his way to let him out of the bathroom. "And can you help me? That is an
interesting question?"
She was now near enough for Sean to also remember Tom telling him
that his aunt and mother had been at the bottle earlier.
"Joan," Sean said, thinking that finally using her name might get her to
pay attention, "I think you've had a little too much to drink. Let me help you
back up to your room."
"My sister has had too much to drink," Joan retorted, not moving an
inch. "I can hold my liquor a lot better than she can. I'm not so much tipsy as
horny."
Having no idea what to say to that, Sean just held his tongue.
"And it doesn't help matters any that I'm sleeping just on the other side
of the wall while my nephew, bless his own horny heart, has been pounding the
hell out of that girlfriend of his for the better part of a half hour. Did you know
that girl's a moaner? Thankfully my sister sleeps like a rock after she's had a
few."
The confirmation that Tom and Whitney were doing exactly what he had
imagined brought a renewed stirring in Sean's shorts. The erection that had
been slowly diminishing quickly found new life.
"So now we're back to the question, can you do anything for me?" Joan
said. "My sister told me the story about how that redheaded girl I saw out on the
porch dumped you after having gone out with her all year. She said she didn't
know why but unless you're a total asshole, and I don't think Susan would think
so much of you if you were, the problem has to be with that girl. Both Susan
and I think you're the cutest of Tom's friends, of course she's not supposed to
say that about teenage boys who sleep over her house regularly, and from what
I just saw, you're hardly lacking in what God gave you. So I have to guess she's
the one with the problem, not you."
Despite how many times other people have said that to him over the last
few weeks, this was the first time Sean considered the idea that it might be true.
"She said I didn't satisfy her," he found himself admitting, much to his
surprise.
"With a cock like that?" Joan laughed softly. "If I had to guess, I'd say
she just didn't know what to do with it."
Neither of them really had that much idea what they'd been doing, Sean
admitted. Maybe it was both of their faults, not just his.
"But I most certainly do," Joan said as she extended a long index finger
and ran it across the length of his cock, now straining against his briefs.
"What?" Sean said, started at her touch and not sure he heard correctly
what she'd said.
Taking his lack of response for something else, Joan removed her hand.
"Am I too old for you, is that it?" she asked. "Or is it that you have a
thing against black women?"
It wasn't that Joan was too old. How could she be, Sean would be
forced to admit, when his most secret and discomforting fantasy had been to
imagine the woman who had taken him in as an almost son in a sexual manner.
What would Tom have though if he ever knew that his best friend had jerked off
to the image of his mother naked. And as for black women in general, the
thoughts he'd just had about Whitney easily dispelled that suggestion.
"No, I don't think you're too old," Sean said, keeping the rest of his
answer to himself.
"Good," Joan smiled as she took her other hand and began to undo the
buttons of the man's dress shirt she had worn to bed. "And I don't want to hear
a word about you're not being able to satisfy me, you let me worry about that."
Part of Sean knew this was so very wrong, that he should get the hell
out of there even if he had to walk all the way home. That part, the rational part,
held little sway however as more and more of Joan's soft breasts became
visible. By the time her dark, erect nipples came into view, so identical to those
he had gotten brief glimpse of around the pool when Mrs. Richardson had worn
her bathing suit, any hesitation had faded away.
"I bet you've taken a peek at my sister's boobs a time or two, haven't
you?" Joan said, shocking Sean at how easily she was able to read him. "You
really think she hasn't caught you looking? Trust me, she enjoyed having you
look. It's just that she's not in a position to do anything about it, not even with
that jerk she's married to away so much of the time. I on the other hand, don't
have any such problem."
With that, she took hold of the back of his head and guided it towards
her exposed left breast. Sean opened his mouth as she pressed her nipple into
it, giving off a loud sigh as his lips closed around it.
-=-=-=-=
Sean quickly became so enraptured by the feel of Joan's breast pressed
tightly against his face that he almost missed it when she slipped her hand past
the waistband of his briefs and closed her fingers around his cock. She was
happy to find he'd lost none of his hardness. In fact, if anything, her
forwardness had added to it. This boy was going to be an awesome fuck, she
told herself, he just needed someone to show him how.
It was impossible for Sean not to be aware of her hands by the time she
was pulling down his shorts and letting them drop to the floor. As soon as it was
free of the confining material, his manhood stood straight and tall, demanding
her attention. Something that she was quite eager to give.
"Baby, why don't you just sit back for a little while and let mama take
care of you," Joan said as she gently lifted her mound from his lips and pressed
him onto the toilet seat.
Silhouetted by the lamp behind her, Joan stood up and removed her
now open shirt, dropping it down next to his shorts. As she turned, the outlines
of her breasts were visible, showing that they had lost none of the firmness they
had enjoyed in her younger years. The thick nipples that had so pleased Sean
stood straight and firm. Between her legs, he could just about make out the
outlines of a dark patch of hair.
Placing her hands on each of his shoulders, Joan leaned down and
kissed Sean on his mouth. A kiss that was at first soft and tender, but one that
rapidly progressed to hard and forceful as he felt her tongue press its way into
his mouth, exploring its recesses.
"Has any girl ever sucked your cock?" she whispered into his ear
between kisses.
Sean managed a barely audible no, to which she responded that she
wanted him to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation.
A sensation that brought a loud moan from his lips as he felt Joan wrap
herself around first the head of his cock, then slide down its entire length. The
warmth of her mouth engulfed him totally as she brought her head upward, her
tongue tickling the excited flesh.
If there were words to describe what he felt, Sean was unable to find
them as not even the feel of Sandra's pussy had felt this good. Even as Joan
deep throated him again, her hands cupped his balls and massaged them.
If ever he had thought he'd come too soon with Sandra, that now
seemed an eternity as in no time at all, Joan brought him to the edge of orgasm.
The teenager managed to grunt a warning that he couldn't hold it back any
longer but she didn't seem to take any heed. A second warning was cut short
and he exploded into her mouth with a force that rivaled, or perhaps even
exceeded the best orgasm of his life.
Even after he was spent, which took longer than Sean had ever
imagined it could, Joan continued to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue washed it clean with each repetition so that by the time she
eventually let its softness fall from her mouth, not a trace of his climax remained.
"Did you enjoy that?" Joan asked as she lifted herself from the tile floor
she had dropped down to before.
"Totally," Sean said, wishing he had the words to really describe how
great it had felt.
"Well when a lady takes care of a man like that," the older woman said
with a broad grin, "it's only right that he return the compliment."
"But I never…" Sean blurted out, then cut himself off as he realized that
she might take it as a reluctance to return the favor rather than a lack of
knowledge as how to do so.
"Don't worry, I'm going to show you exactly how to do it," Joan said,
much to Sean's relief.
Taking his hand, she led him out of the small bathroom and over to the
end of the couch. Turning the small lamp to a higher setting, she sat down on
the sheet-covered cushion and let the increased illumination highlight her body.
The nipples he had so eagerly sucked on were now shown to be much
darker than the rest of Joan's skin, surrounded by like colored circles at least
two inches in diameter. Leaning back against the sofa, the thirty-eight-year-old
spread her legs wide, giving him an unimpeded look at her most precious
treasure. Trimmed even tighter than the hair on her head, it was easy to see the
pink folds that defined her sex.
"Come sit next to me," Joan said, and the naked young man was quick
to do so.
"You have seen a pussy up close, haven't you?" Joan asked.
"Of course I have," Sean quickly replied, trying not to sound totally
ignorant. The truth was that yes, he had seen Sandra's pussy but despite
having filled it with both his fingers and his cock, he'd never gotten really close
enough to examine it at length.
"Well every woman is a little bit different, and before you ask, it has
nothing to do with skin color," she said. "Normally, when you're with a woman,
you find out most of this over time but that's something we don't really have so
I'm just going to show you where I'm really sensitive so you can concentrate on
those points."
Sean watched in fascination as Joan took a few minutes to literally give
him a guided tour of her pussy. His eyes opened wide as she pulled back the
hood of her clitoris and showed him that center of pleasure. That he was
looking at a mirror image of Tom's mother no longer occurred to him.
"Do you think you can handle all that?" Joan said in conclusion.
Sean nodded his head yes, eager to try.
"Well then, go ahead," she smiled as she lifted both legs onto the
couch and spread them as wide as she could.
Sliding onto the carpeted floor, Sean ran his hands up along Joan's
thighs until he came to the edges of her bush. Gently he ran one hand across
the sensitive mound, brushing his fingers against the center. It was quite wet he
found, and the fact that the anticipation of his touch had brought that wetness
excited him to no end. Carefully, as he had done with Sandra, he slipped first
one finger, then a second and finally a third inside.
The warm wetness within pressed against his fingers and he began to
slide them back and forth. Slowly at first, then with ever increasing frequency.
A glance upward told him that he must have been doing it right as Joan had her
head tossed back and her eyes tightly closed. He watched for a few seconds,
as the heaving of her chest increased with the thrust of his fingers.
This went on for a while longer until he was ready for the next step. It
was uncharted territory for sure, but he felt a lot more confident than he thought
he would. Removing his fingers from inside Joan, he took both hands and
pulled her pussy open wide, exposing the glistening pinkness within. Hesitating
only long enough to shift to a more comfortable position, he replaced the press
of his fingers with that of his tongue.
Contrary to what anyone might have assumed, this was not the first time
he had tasted a woman's nectar. Unknown to Sandra, he had managed to
surreptitiously taste her fruits off his fingers when she wasn't looking. It was his
immediate conclusion, however that the fruit was much more delicious when
sampled right from the vine.
"Mmmmm," Joan purred as she felt small ripples work their way across
her body. "Not bad, not bad at all."
It wasn't long before not bad worked its way up to pretty good as Sean
enthusiastically took to heart the mini-lesson Joan had given him. A few more
verbal directions helped keep him on track, and by the time he worked his way
to her clitoris, he'd made it up to damn good.
Joan had always had a hair trigger clit, so she wasn't surprised that
Sean was able to bring her to the threshold of orgasm. That wasn't a fact she'd
shared with him, letting him think he'd gotten there totally on his own. He
quickly learned to judge the rhythms of her body and knew instinctively that she
was going to climax. Something he hadn't felt with Sandra in any of the times
they'd been together.
The orgasm that burst across the older woman's body was a small one
at best, but one that Sean would be forever proud of. It was pretty good for a
first effort, Joan concluded, adding to herself that no orgasm could really be
called bad.
Still it left her wanting and a quick check of the hardness of Sean's cock
told her that she didn't have to wait to fulfill that wanting. She directed him up
onto the couch and lifting herself upward, moving so that she was positioned
right over him.
Joan reached down and took hold of his cock, placing it at the entrance
of her pussy. Wet as she was, it glided inside her with no resistance as she
lowered her body and impaled herself with his manhood. They shared a loud
moan she felt him fill her and he felt the walls of her sex wrap around him.
She paused a long moment, just to let him enjoy the feel of her against
him. Then she began to lift herself every so slightly, only to bring herself back
on him. A movement she repeated again and again, each time rising higher and
dropping with greater force. In no time at all, she was slamming his cock into
her like there was no tomorrow.
Sandra had always insisted on the missionary position and Sean now
understood why. In her mind, Sandra could always tell herself that she was
letting him do it to her. That the responsibility for their mutual pleasure was his
and his alone. Therefore, when it wasn't up to what she expected, he could
bear all the blame.
Joan, on the other hand, enjoyed being in total control, of assuming
responsibility for their satisfactions. Sex to her wasn't something to be endured,
it was a joy to be shared and delighted in.
It didn't take Sean long to join in, adding the strength of his own thrusts
to Joan's. He reached up and took hold of her flailing breasts, squeezing them
tightly as he held her close to him. Sweat ran down both their bodies and
heartbeats raced towards their climax. It was a line that seemed so near, yet so
far. One that it turned out only one of them was going to reach.
Her second orgasm of the night had built on the first and Joan's body
rocked with ecstatic fury as every fiber of her being exploded. This time, Sean
had brought about an orgasm that was indeed memorable and she delighted in
every second of it. She even had to bite down as hard as she could, to drown
out the scream that she knew would carry all the way up to the second floor and
awaken her sister, alcohol induced slumber or not.
Much to her surprise, Sean had taken over the initiative and
unrelentingly drove his eager cock as far inside her as he could. One hand
continued to play with her breasts but the other had moved down to between her
legs where it was giving equal attention to her clit. It wasn't long before he
brought her to a third orgasm, this time totally on his own.
"Oh that was good," Joan sighed in appreciation as the last of the
tremors faded from her body and she leaned back, nearly drained, against
Sean's equally soaked body.
Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him warmly, reaching behind
his head and pulling him down to her. He delighted in the warmth of her body
against his and despite his exhausted condition felt exhilarated.
"Susan don't know what she's missing," Joan laughed softly as their
mouth's parted.
Then sudden inclusion of Tom's mother into what had just happened
brought a sudden look of shock to Sean's face. A realization of the fact that he
had just fucked her sister.
"Oh don't look so shocked," Joan again laughed. "Back before she met
Doctor Dull and traded fun for respectability, my sister's pretty ass graced many
the back seat of some cute guy's car. Most of them not half as good looking as
you."
Sean just smiled at that thought.
"But she didn't take advantage of her opportunities and now this is all
mine," Joan concluded as she again reached down and placed her outstretched
hand on his cock. "You're not tired are you?"
"Actually, no," Sean answered, surprised that he wasn't.
"Good, because I have a few more ideas in mind," Joan beamed.
-=-=-=-=
Ideas she had said, Sean thought not too short a time later. If nothing
else, he was certainly getting an education unlike anything he'd gotten at
Boulder Ridge. Following an extended make-out session, Joan had gone on to
explore just about every inch of his body with her tongue in ways that he was
sure Sandra would've thought perverse. He on the other hand just thought it
unbelievable, especially when she returned her attentions to his quickly
recovering cock and then practically swallowed his balls whole, wrapping them
in her velvet warmth.
Yet even that paled to the truly incredible sensations that filled his body
when Joan moved further between his legs and worked her tongue up to, and
then deep inside, his ass. The soft wetness drove him wild in a way he never
before imagined.
Then it was his turn and he tried to duplicate everything that she had
done to him, working his way down her breasts, again doing his best to please
her as he licked her pussy. Then, without hesitation, he also slipped his tongue
between her ass cheeks and glided the tip within.
"Oh baby, that's it," Joan moaned as he tickled her most sensitive spot,
"I love it when a man does that to me."
That was all Sean needed to hear as he doubled his efforts to make her
happy. Pulling her cheeks as far apart as he could, he ran his tongue up and
down between them, stopping at the tight hole and working his way in just a little
bit further each time.
What she said next totally blew the teenager away.
"Would you like to fuck my ass?" she said.
Without waiting for an answer, then again what answer would he give
other than yes, Joan disengaged herself and disappeared for a minute into the
small bathroom. When she came back out, she was holding an open jar and a
wet washrag. Quickly moving back to him, she reached into the jar and came
out with a handful of a clear gel and smeared it all over his cock.
As Sean watched, Joan took another large amount of the gel and
worked it into her ass, slipping two and then three fingers inside her, pumping
them in and out to lubricate the tight opening.
"Just go slow at first," Joan said as, after washing off her hands, she
positioned herself, leaning forward with her hands resting on the edge of the
couch and her ass out in front of him.
Taking a deep breath in anticipation, Sean brought his cock to rest
against her asshole and after a second breath, pressed slightly forward, just
enough to force his way inside. Worried he might hurt her, he paused after the
slightest bit, but was then surprised when Joan pressed back and swallowed
him whole.
"You don't have to go that slow," she purred, her voice a mix of
satisfaction and longing.
Feeling much the same, Sean began to slip in and out of her, slowly at
first, then with a quickening pace. He couldn't believe how tight she was, or how
good it felt.
The tightness around his cock began to relax a little as Sean developed
a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke. Joan matched his timing, rocking
her ass to meet each new thrust, causing the young man to press forward with
renewed frenzy.
"Oh God, oh God," Sean panted, his moans matching the ones spilling
from Joan's lips.
Back and forth they rocked, lost in what could be only described as
animal lust. Once more streams of sweat ran down Sean's back as he held tight
to the sides of her legs, plunging deeper and deeper inside her.
"That's right, baby, fuck it," she moaned as sweat likewise dripped
down her face, "fuck mama's ass!"
Even as Sean's cock filled her once more, Joan reached down between
her legs and began to manipulate her fingers against her clit, adding to the
pleasures coursing through her. Burning as she was, it didn't take much effort to
bring her very close to the edge.
Sean pumped faster and harder, feeling a rising tide growing deep in his
balls. Catching a quick glance at Joan's expression as she rocked her head in
conjunction with the rest of her body, Sean saw a look of near total euphoria.
"Oh yeah, harder...harder," Joan grunted as her hand became a blur as it
worked against her sex.
Sean had lost any sense of time and had no idea of how long they had
been going at it. All he knew was that the pressure inside of him had already
passed the point of no return.
At the last possible moment, a sudden desire overtook him and he
pulled out of Joan even as he began to explode. Streams of whiteness burst
from his cock, splattering across her dark skin and leaving it covered with globs
of white.
Joan's own ministrations proved fruitful mere heartbeats later as, while
her body trembled uncontrollably, she lost all support in her legs. A condition
Sean could well identify with. They collapsed together on the couch, each
covered with sweat and the result of their fucking.
They just about managed a mutual smile and a brief kiss before
exhaustion overtook them and, wrapped in each other's arms, they fell fast
asleep.
-=-=-=-=
Morning came and went before Sean again opened his eyes. A quick
check of his watch showed it to be a quarter to eleven. Looking around the
basement, Joan was nowhere to be seen.
"Did that really happen?" he asked himself as he looked down at his
naked body and what was undeniably the dried results of having climaxed at
least once.
The rational side of his mind returned with the offering that what he'd
experienced could well have been a wet dream run amuck. Certainly that
seemed more believable than the idea that Joan Tomlinson had really come
down here last night and fucked him every which way but loose.
After cleaning himself off in the small bathroom, Sean pulled out a fresh
change of underwear and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his bag. It took only
a few minutes to make himself presentable and he headed up the stairs to find
everyone else in the kitchen already in the middle of breakfast. Well, not
everyone else, he realized after a moment.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Tom smiled when he spotted
his friend standing in the doorway. "It's nice of you to finally join us."
"I guess I overslept a little," Sean said sheepishly, even though he
knew Tom was only playing with him.
"That couch must be a lot more comfortable that I remember it," Tom
laughed. "Now I don't feel so bad about leaving you to sleep on it."
"Pay no attention to that son of mine, Sean," Susan Richardson said
with a mock scowl on her face as she looked in Tom's direction. "Sit down and
have some breakfast."
Taking an empty seat at the end of the table, Sean asked as
nonchalantly as he could if Joan would be joining them for breakfast.
"I'm afraid she left about an hour ago," Susan said as she laid a plate in
front of the late arrival, "something about having forgotten about having a late
breakfast meeting with a client."
"Oh," Sean simply said, adding silently to himself, "Yeah, it was a
dream."
"So what's on the agenda for today?" Susan asked as she sat herself
down next to Sean.
"Well," Tom answered, "I figure with the three of us, it'll only take an
hour or so to load up the van for Monday. So unless anyone has any better
ideas, we could hit the beach this afternoon."
"That sounds great," Whitney chimed in, "doesn't it Sean?"
"I guess so," he replied.
"And I'm going to insist that you call someone up and invite them to
come along," Whitney added, "enough is enough. If you want my opinion, and
even if you don't, I think that Shirley Rourke would be the most fun choice. I
saw the two of you on the dance floor last night."
"I don't know," Sean said hesitantly.
"Oh Sean," Susan Richardson interrupted, "I just remembered. Before
she left, Joan asked me to give you a message. It doesn't make sense to me,
but then a lot of what my sister says falls into that category."
The statement brought a silence to the table as all three teenagers gave
their attention to Mrs. Richardson.
"She said to tell you that last night never happened," Susan said after
pausing to make sure she remembered the wording exactly, something Joan
had been insistent on, "but if it had, it would've been quite memorable to say
the least. Do you have any idea what she's talking about?"
All eyes then shifted to Sean, who seemed to have an unusual look on
his face that lasted for a just moment.
"No, no idea at all," he finally said, a broad smile abruptly replacing the
funny look.
"That's my sister for you," Susan mused as she tuned her attention
back to her breakfast. "There are times when I don't know what to make of her."
"So what's it going to be, Sean," Whitney said, turning the discussion
back to what it was before the interruption. "Are you going to call Shirley or
not?"
Sean took a long deep breath, as if he was making a momentous
decision. Then he smiled again and said, "Okay, I'll give her a call."
"Good," a surprised Whitney smiled back, "I'm glad you finally decided
to listen to me." She paused a second then asked, "What made you change
your mind?"
"I guess I just finally realized the value of a second opinion," Sean
grinned as he turned his attention to finishing off the last of his own breakfast.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2007
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