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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright 2000 by E. Z. Riter.
E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
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MRS. BURNS
When Mrs. Burns told me to come over Saturday, I tingled with
anticipation. I showered, shaved and put on a tasteful amount of
cologne. My pecs looked great from working out. I wore a T-
shirt to emphasize them and loose pants, but no underwear. One
yank on my pants would make my cock pop free.
Mrs. Burns didn't know it, but I was going to fuck her.
The Burns lived across the street from my parents. She was mid
thirties with a great body. She played tennis and went to the
gym to keep it toned and tan. She liked to wear tight outfits to
show it off. When she wanted to, she moved that body in a sexy
way: free and feline.
Mrs. Burns realized I wanted her. When she caught me watching
her, she'd get a look in her eye and move differently, a subtle
change to stimulate my desire. If I wasn't watching, she'd
twitch until I did. She enjoyed teasing me.
The Burns have a daughter, Cindy, who's sixteen like I am. We've
dated for almost a year. I took her virginity on our fourth date
and I've been fucking her regularly since then. Cindy's a hot
little honey, eager and willing to do it all. She has a great
body, too. While I'm crazy about Cindy, I was burning up for her
mother.
When Mrs. Burns opened the door, she wore a sundress that was
tight to the waist and sexy. She was serious, but friendly, when
she let me in. I followed her swishing ass into the living room
where the sunlight beamed through the plate glass windows. I
could see the window of my bedroom in my house across the street.
"We need to talk, Tommy," she said as we sat side by side on the
couch.
"About what?"
She took my left hand in both of hers and her knee touched mine.
I liked sitting this close to her. So did my cock which was
stirring in my pants.
"You know, about what you saw yesterday. I saw you watching us
when we were in the bedroom."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Burns. I'd never say anything."
"That's what your father told me, but he wanted me to talk to you
myself. I like you, Tommy. You're a very handsome young man.
I've even thought about you and Cindy marrying someday. "
"Thank you," I replied sincerely.
"But since Cindy tells me you two have never done anything, I
know you're a virgin. You're too young to understand what
happened. I love my husband very much and I never want to hurt
him. Knowing I had sex with another man would hurt him very
much."
Her face was sincere and sweet. I tried to portray an intent and
angelic expression and waited for her to continue.
"Sometimes adults do have sex with people other than their
spouses, but they don't want their spouses to know about it."
She waited for me to say something. My cock was about to burst
through my dockers.
"Mrs. Burns, I'm not upset Dad had sex with you. I envy him.
You're the most beautiful and sensual woman I've ever seen."
That pleased her.
"Thank you, Tommy, but I suspect Cindy is more to your liking,"
she said, trying to appear modest, or, maybe, deflect my train of
thought. Fat chance of that happening.
"I'm crazy about Cindy, but, right now, you're the woman I want
to fuck."
Involuntarily, she jerked back only to find my fingers wrapped
around her wrists holding them securely together. Her eyes
widened and she blanched.
"Let me go, Tommy," she said sternly.
"It's you I want, Mrs. Burns. Please, Mrs. Burns, please, teach
me how to make love."
I let go and my voice was not threatening, but sounded like a
young man pleading with an older woman to teach him. She relaxed
and appeared to be in control again. She stroked my cheek.
"No, Tommy. You're very attractive, but I don't think we should
do that."
"Why not? You know how much I want you."
"Yes, I do. I know you watch me." Conspiratorially, she leaned
toward me, making her bodice gape to flash her big tits at me.
Like I said - teasing me. "I've even seen your penis twitch you
want me so much."
"Twitch? It throbs and aches for you!"
She leaned closer to me. Her lips parted in a little "o", as if
she wanted me to kiss her, but when I leaned toward her, she sat
back and smiled.
"I'm sure it does, Tommy, but I'm not going to have sex with
you."
Damn, her expression pissed me off. She was smug and
supercilious. What a teasing bitch.
"Then I'll have to tell what I saw," I said.
"Don't threaten me," she snapped. "I was fucking your father if
you'll remember. Your family would break up, too."
She yanked her hands away and stood up, pushing hard in
anticipation of my resistance. I gave her a shove and tripped
her. She bounced on her ass on the floor. I pounced, knocking
her on her back with one arm trapped under her. I held her other
wrist in one hand and pinned her to the floor. I was between her
legs, forcing them apart, and my hard cock jammed into her side.
She was stunned. No longer a woman in control while dealing with
a boy, she was a woman under a man who was going to fuck her. I
knew exactly what I needed to do.
My fingers pulled her panties aside and stroked her pussy. Her
eyes glazed. When I parted her lower lips to slip inside her,
her mouth opened in mirror image. She was damp. A second finger
went up her and my thumb rotated her clit. Her eyes dilated and
she tried to shake off the rising passion. My fingers were busy
and her juices flowed.
"I want you, Mrs. Burns, and I'm going to have you right now," I
said firmly.
"Tommy, let me go," she whined.
"I won't take no for an answer."
"Please stop. You don't know what your fingers are doing to me,"
she whispered, her voice begging and submissive.
I knew exactly what they were doing, but I said, "Tell me what
they're doing to you. You feel so wet and juicy. Do you want me
to fuck you?"
"Tommy, oh Tommy, your fingers, oh, oh. I can't take much more."
"I'm not going to stop. We're going to fuck until I don't want
any more."
Fingers in her pussy generated a desire she couldn't resist. Her
legs opened. I kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back
eagerly, her mouth open, her tongue darting between my lips. Her
hips started to move against my hand.
"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me," she whispered.
When I released her hand, she unzipped her dress, freeing those
massive tits. "Suck my breast, Tommy," she moaned. "Please. Oh,
yes, like that," she murmured holding my head to her breast. I
nibbled and sucked on her big nipples and my hand up her pussy
was drenched with her juices. "Fuck me," she implored. "Please,
Tommy, fuck me."
"Cum on my hand first. I want to watch you."
Red faced, sweaty, ruled by passion, she approached orgasm. Her
eyes were hot and unfocused, her lips parted and wet. She put
one foot flat on the carpet to better thrust. Her body under me
was tightening. What a high it was, being on her, feeling her
heat, seeing her uncontrollable sexual need in response to my
demands.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered as she thrust against my hand and
stopped, her body rigid, her orgasm crashing over her. Her eyes
never left my face as I stripped her. She enjoyed my hands
caressing her body, fondling her soft flesh.
"I want a blow job," I said pulling her to her knees.
I positioned her like I'd planned. Her face was slutty when she
freed my cock. "Ooohh," she said. Her eyes widened as she
stroked him lovingly before gobbling him down. She sucked like a
champ. I looked up at my bedroom window across the street.
Anyone up there would have a perfect view of what she was doing.
"I'm almost ready," I grunted. Her big eyes shown up at me.
"Take it on your face and in your mouth. Get ready. Oh, shit!
Here I cum!"
Ropes of sticky cum landed on her face. Mouth open, tongue out,
her head darted to catch flying cum. I shoved my cock in her
mouth again.
"Suck good, Mrs. Burns. Get him nice and hard for your pussy."
She'd didn't need the instruction. She sucked hard and loved
every moment. I didn't even need to tell her to take my cum from
her face and swallow it. She did it between strokes as if she
couldn't get enough.
"You're a very good cocksucker, Tricia," I said softly as I
stroked her hair. "You don't mind if I call you Tricia when
we're fucking, do you?"
"Call me Tricia any time," she said, smiling up at me.
"Get on your hands and knees, Tricia. I want you doggy style."
"You know what you're doing. What's this B.S. about me being
your first?"
"Probably the same B.S. as when you said you didn't want to
fuck," I answered.
Between her legs, I pulled her head back by her hair, arching her
back. I lodged the head of my cock between her dripping lower
lips.
"Come on," she whispered.
"What? Say it loud and clear."
"Fuck me, Tommy. I need your hard cock in me."
"You do it. Back and forth, Tricia."
She groaned as she pushed back against me, burying my cock in her
pussy. Damn, she was hot and tight. Sweat poured from her. Her
breasts swung freely. I reached under her to play with them,
squeezing and pulling on the nipples. She moaned again.
"You like this?"
"I love it. Your cock feels so good. Your hands feel so good."
"You're a slut who loves to fuck."
"Yes, oh, God, yes."
"Say it."
"I'm a slut who loves to fuck. That's it, Tommy. You're fucking
me so good with that big cock of yours."
Still holding her head up, I wrapped my other arm around her
waist and drove my dick in hard and often. She moaned and
whimpered as she fucked me back. She squealed when her orgasm
hit. I kept fucking her until another overtook her. Her head hit
the floor with a thunk when I let go of her hair.
She'd cum, but I hadn't. I rolled her over and fucked her
missionary style. We both orgasmed then and I left a big load in
her. She was semiconscious when I kissed her goodbye.
When I got home, I headed for the refrigerator. I made a huge
sandwich, grabbed a quart of milk and went to the basement. Dad
was in the darkroom. He gave me a big smile when I came in.
"You had a good time, I see," he said.
"Dad, your plan was perfect: don't take no for an answer and get
your fingers up her. I did it and she was a goner. That's one
hot pussy."
"Tell me about it. My cock's so hard from watching, it's about
to break."
"How did the pictures turn out?"
"I haven't had time to look at the videos, but I've developed
some stills," he replied, pointing to the fresh photos. There
was a series with Tricia on her hands and knees getting royally
fucked. Her cum-stained face was a study in unbridled lust. In
one, she was orgasming.
"Nice work, Dad. With the shots I took of you and her, we have a
nice collection of Tricia Burns' porn. I listened to part of the
audio tape I made. She came through loud and clear."
"Great. Look at these photos."
There were two shots of her sucking and two of the cum landing on
her face. The pictures focused on her and the cock. You
couldn't tell who was fucking her. Dad rummaged through other
pictures we'd taken.
"I think it's time we had a heart-to-heart talk with her," he
said. I followed him up the stairs, waited as he ran to my
bedroom to turn on the video camera aimed at her living room, and
then we returned to the home of Tricia Burns.
She heard us come in. She was propped up on one arm in the
middle of the living room, trying to cover herself with her dress
and looking very well fucked. Dad yanked her dress away.
"Don't cover yourself in front of us, Tricia," he said firmly.
"Get on your knees and keep them spread."
That's when it dawned on her. "You're in this together," she said
as she crawled to her knees. She looked at me. "That's how you
knew exactly how to take me."
"True," I answered with a shit eating grin. "Open your legs
more, Tricia."
"You bastards," she said, but there was a twinkle in her eyes.
When she saw the pictures in Dad's hand, the twinkle stopped and
her apprehension was obvious. "Can I see them?" she asked. She
studied each one with care. "Are there more?"
"Yes, both stills and videos. We have audios, too," Dad
answered. "You take a great picture, Tricia."
"Yes, I do," she replied, handing them back to him.
"The audio is just as good. I particularly like the part where
you tell Tommy you're a slut who likes to fuck."
"Are you going to blackmail me with them, Don?"
"Of course. Why do you think we took them?"
She was watching us intently, deciding what to do.
"Why are you doing this, Don? We've been lovers for over a
year."
"You've been recalcitrant lately, Tricia. You've been playing
games and toying with me."
"Just adding a little spice," she said, batting her eyelashes.
"Bullshit, Tricia. You were seen kissing the tennis pro."
She turned beet red and shivered. "Who told you?"
"It makes no difference."
"I haven't had sex with him," she said defensively.
"But you agreed to meet him Monday morning at the Holiday Inn."
Her eyes got very big and her mouth fell open. "You'll cancel
that meeting and never speak to him again, won't you?" Dad's
voice left no room for discussion.
Tricia looked defiant. Dad grabbed her hair and shoved her head
to the carpet which made that nice ass of hers stick up in the
air. When he swatted it hard, she squealed, "No, Don, don't!"
"Want a swat, Tommy?" he said. "It makes your hand and your cock
tingle."
"Please, no," she pleaded. He pulled her upright again. She was
pouting and pretending to be hurt. He glared at her and she
sighed. "I'll cancel my rendevous and I'll never have sex with
him."
"That's a good girl. I decided if you were going to spread those
sweet legs of yours for others, you should spread them for Tommy.
He's had a crush on you for years."
"I know," she said seductively, looking up at me.
"You'll fuck him whenever he asks, won't you?"
"Well, I don't know," she replied. I couldn't tell if she was
teasing. This time I forced her head to the carpet and swatted
her ass, reddening the other cheek. She rubbed her ass and gave
me a pouty, sensual look.
"What did you say, Tricia?" I asked.
"I'll fuck you anytime you want," she said softly, rubbing her
asscheek.
Dad continued, "Yes, you will. Tricia, we want to do this the
easy way. We don't want to cause you any trouble, but we will if
you don't cooperate. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Don't fight it." He ruffled her hair. "And, Tricia,
don't be coy. We all know you love fucking and you love being
taken." She grinned at us. "Consider yourself taken. Relax and
enjoy the fucking."
Her nipples erected and a sexy smile flickered. "Okay, Don.
You've got me. What do you want?"
"First, you're our little play toy and these boys love to play
with their toys. We expect you to do anything any time we want."
She broke out in a grin and said, "Sounds like fun. What else?"
"I'm sure you have a friend or two who'd enjoy the attentions of
two men."
"I can think of a few who'd love it, but I don't want the
competition for your time and energy," she said with a laugh.
Then she became serious. "What do you have in mind?"
"Women talk. We'll want you to help us determine targets and set
it up."
"That might be fun. Are you thinking of anyone in particular?"
"No one specifically," Dad lied. "Does anyone pop to mind?"
A wild and devilish expression radiated from her face. "Greta
Green."
"Your tennis partner? I thought she's a holier-than-thou,
self-righteous type?"
"She is. What a hypocrite. She loves to talk about sex,
particularly who might be committing adultery. Then she acts so
pious and condemning. Yes, I think Greta would be a great
target."
"But will she give in?"
"If we do it right." Tricia was getting into this. "One reason
she likes to be my partner is I'll dish the dirt with her. You
should see her. The gossiping makes her horny. I'll bet you she
masturbates every night thinking about it."
"Masturbating and having an affair are two different things," Dad
said.
"She's given a hint or two that she's unsatisfied. She and old
Herb only do it about twice a month."
"She's good looking," Dad said.
"Her body's better than you realize, too. She dresses to hide
it. Even her tennis outfit is frumpy."
"All right. Greta Green is target number one."
"Can I watch?" Tricia asked.
"Watch what?"
"When you fuck her. I'd like that."
"I'll let you see the videos."
"This is going to be fun," Tricia said evilly. "What else?" We
didn't answer.
She stared at both of us before turning to lay back propped on
her elbows. Her legs were spread and my cum was dried on her.
She looked so damned sexy I was ready to pop. Dad groaned. His
cock must have been killing him.
"Well, I'll bet you want me hot and ready. Having two guys fuck
me regularly will be enjoyable, but let's make a deal."
She sat up crossed leg and patted the floor beside her. When Dad
and I sat down, she took our hands.
"Yes, I like to fuck and I'll fuck you anytime. I'll help you
with some others, too, but I want something. Leave Cindy alone.
I know she's still a virgin and I don't want her hurt. If you
touch Cindy, the deal's off."
"I'd never hurt Cindy, Tricia. She's my very special girl
friend, but I've been screwing her for almost a year," I said.
She blanched. "I don't believe you," she whispered.
"Hell, Tricia, I've been screwing her for a couple of months,"
Dad said. "We have a lot of audio and video of her. Look at
these samples." He handed Tricia the rest of the photos.
"Oh, my God. How does she bend like that?"
"Look, Tricia, Cindy's ours, too. She's done things you wouldn't
believe and it's all recorded."
"What's she done?"
"Right now that's none of your business. Believe me, it's hot
and wild."
"You could ruin her."
"Yes, easily. We could ruin both of you. What would Cecil do if
he found out? He'd leave you in a heartbeat because you fucked
us, but if he found out about Cindy? I hate to think about it."
"Me, too," she whispered. "I don't want that. Fucking around's
fun, but I do love him and I don't want to lose him."
"And it's not just Cecil. Think of your social status, of having
to find work after he divorces you, of every man knowing you're
easy and taking a shot at you. What about Cindy's reputation?
Her chances of making a good marriage? There are a lot of
ramifications, Tricia," Dad said.
"I know."
"We don't any problems for you. We want playmates. If you and
Cindy do as we ask, we'd be fools to let anyone know," Dad said.
"True," she said under her breath.
"If you don't cooperate, we'd be fools to let you get away with
it," I added. "We're not fools."
"No, you're not," she said. We saw her relax and a sly, sexy
grin grow on her face. She squeezed our hands. "I'll have to
trust you. Okay, you've got me. I'll do it."
"You'll love it, Tricia," Dad said.
"I probably will," she replied. "Now what?"
"Get on your hands and knees," Dad answered. "You're going to
take two men at once."
"I knew this sounded like fun," she said as she got in position.
She was still hot. Dad came in her pussy as I pumped away in her
mouth. We high fived over her and left her on the floor with cum
running out of both ends. The pictures of that session from the
video camera in my room turned out great.
We were on our way.
The End
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