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Chapter 5
Wednesday, December 21st  --  Part 3
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     Helen Shuler watched the girls finish their laps around the gym.  This was the best ninth-grade basketball team she had ever coached.  They were already five-and-one (and losing that game by a point in overtime!), and she expected them to do well in the league this year, maybe even the finals.  She had a tall center and a forward with a good shot, and -- for once -- a real guard.
     Oh, did she have a guard!  Amanda Anderson was smart, aggressive, and could handle the ball.  She even had a steadily-improving shot from the three-point circle.  Amanda Anderson had everything and Helen Shuler, twenty-nine, teacher, coach, counselor, and lesbian had a deep, all-consuming, beyond-rational, lustful crush on her.
     Helen didn't know how to deal with it.  Over the years, she had been attracted to, and had even had affairs with other students, but those times had been nothing like this.  The girls had been older, and for the most part, had come on to her.  Some girls were glad to find another lesbian, and some had only wanted to experiment (which Helen didn't mind).  The affairs had been
sweet and mutual and... ah... relaxed.  Nothing at all like what she felt for this 14-year-old nymph.  She wanted to grab Amanda, rip her clothes off her ripe, young body, throw her across her desk, and bury her face so deep, for so long, between Amanda's beautiful thighs, that Helen would have to worry about getting enough air to breathe.
     And it wasn't just her spectacular legs.  Helen watched Amanda intently as she ran, laughing and talking, around the gym, her pony-tail bobbing with each stride.  The young girl took her
breath away every time she looked at her.  Amanda's huge gray eyes looked at you with both knowledge and naivete.  Her bee-stung lips were sensuous whether she was smiling or pouting.
Her face was beautiful, her skin, flawless.  The just-developing little freshman that had tried out for field hockey in August now stood fuller and firmer and rounder than any 14-year-old had a
right to be.  Last week, Helen had snuck into Amanda's locker while she was showering and gasped as she saw the size tag in the girl's bra -- 34-D!  On other occasions, the coach had felt
Amanda's tiny, little silk and cotton panties, smelling the crotch and feeling her heart quicken.  To Helen, Amanda exuded a strong image of sexy innocence, of sweet sluttiness, and the
coach was captured in the girl's aura.
     Helen experienced an involuntary shiver and snapped out of her thoughts.  She blew her whistle twice and clapped her hands, "Alright, alright.  That's enough running for now.  Hit the
showers.  And, remember, no practice until the twenty-seventh, but I expect everybody to be here -- on time and rested.  Amanda Anderson!  Front and center!"
     "Yes, Miss Shuler?"
     "Amanda, you missed the front end of two one-and-ones in the last game; step to the line until you hit ten in a row."
     "Yes, ma'am."
     "You'll be the one handling the ball at the end of the game and you're gonna get fouled; so you should practice free throws after practice, when you're tired and your legs are dead.  Making
ten in a row adds pressure, like in a game."
     Amanda took the ball and stepped to the line.  Never a cross look or a pissy mood, Helen marveled.  [`Why can't all players have this girl's attitude?']
     Amanda missed two and then made three.  After the next miss she made six in a row and then missed two, again. 
     As she stood under the basket and threw the ball back to Amanda, Helen had listened to the showers stop and then watched the other girls leaving.  She and Amanda were the only people
left in the gym.
     "Okay, Anderson, that's four in a row.  Make your next shot and we'll call it a day."
     Amanda's next shot hit the backboard and every part of the rim before it fell through the net.
     Helen and Amanda both laughed and Helen put her arm around the girl's shoulders as they walked to the lockerroom.  "I don't know if we should count that one, Amanda!"
     "Aw, Miss Shuler!  It went in.  It just took a little time to make up its mind!"
     "Amanda, can you lock both of the doors?  It's just us, and we can go out my office door."
     "Sure, Miss Shuler."
     Helen went into the lockerroom and started undressing.  As her clothes piled up on the floor, she wondered what she was doing.  She was committed in a stable, long-term relationship with a woman she loved, she was a respected staff member, and a professional; but, here she was, risking it all, getting naked to shower with this indescribably sexy 14-year-old girl, who had
never given Helen even the slightest sign of being attracted to her.  Helen admitted to herself that that was all true -- yet, none of it meant anything to her at that moment.
     Amanda entered the lockerroom and hesitated for only the briefest instant when she saw Helen standing naked at the entrance to the showerroom.
    "Do you mind if I shower with you, Amanda?  I'm done all my paperwork and I want to get going, too.  If you mind, I can wait until you're done..."
     Amanda sat on the bench and began taking her shoes and socks off.  "I-I don't mind, Miss Shuler.  I'll be right there."
     Helen stood and watched Amanda undress.  After the shoes and socks, Amanda stood and pulled off her jersey and dropped her shorts.  With a quick sideways glance at Helen (during which the coach's heart stopped beating for fear that the girl HAD changed her mind), Amanda then pulled her sportsbra off her breasts and over her head.  Quickly, she bent over and dropped her bike-shorts and panties to the floor, grabbed her soap and towel and ran into the showerroom in front of her coach.
     The coach was breathing fast.  When Amanda pulled her sportsbra off and exposed her breasts, Helen thought that she had never seen a more perfect set of round, firm breasts.  When the girl lowered her panties, Helen almost swooned -- the girl's pussy was almost bare, with only the lightest dew-cover of honey-blonde hairs!
     Helen followed Amanda into the shower.
     Amanda was shampooing her hair and had her eyes closed.  Helen stood under the hot water and soaked in all of the girl's firm, taut, naked, young body.  She was hot, she was gone, she
was out of control.
     Helen stepped next to Amanda and put her hands on top of the girl's lather-filled head.  "Hey, how about I do yours and you do mine?"
     "S-S-Sure, Miss Shuler."
     The coach stepped closer and felt the hard nipples on her small breasts brush against the teenager's back and she shuddered, again, with the sensation of being so close to the object of her lust, at last.
     "Mmmmm... Your hands feel good, Miss Shuler."
     "When you're a coach, you have to give a lot of massages.  Have you ever had a full body massage, Amanda?"
     "You mean, like you see at the wealthy spas on TV?  No.  They always look too rough."
     "Okay, rinse off.  Well, yes, like you see on TV, but it doesn't have to be rough.  If it's done right, it loosens everything up and you feel wonderful."
     Amanda stepped back under the water and rinsed her hair. Then she filled her hand with shampoo and turned to her coach, "Now it's your turn!"
     Helen noticed that Amanda seemed to have lost any embarrassment at being naked together, and her hopes rose that this could turn into something special.  She stepped close to the girl and bent her knees to lower her head to Amanda's level.  In doing that, she came face to face with those big, round D-cuppers of Amanda's and had to struggle vigorously to keep from reaching
out and grabbing them in her hands.
     Amanda spilled the shampoo onto her coach's head and began to massage it into her scalp.  At first, she was tentative, but became more energetic as she listened to Miss Shuler's grunts of
approval.  Getting into the shampooing, she didn't even seem to notice when Helen reached up and placed her hands on Amanda's shoulders, to steady herself.
     All too soon for Helen, Amanda stepped away and said, "Okay, you can rinse, now."
     As the coach began to rinse, she saw Amanda soaping her body.  She could feel the heat and moistness in her pussy as she watched the girl slather the soap over and around her breasts,
and then move down to soap her thighs and finally between her legs.  The girl was behaving totally innocently, yet watching her was like watching an x-rated video where the actress was trying to turn the viewers on.
     "I can wash your back," Helen offered.
     Amanda smiled at her through the water, "No, thanks.  I'm fine.  But thanks for the great shampoo.  My scalp is still tingling."
     The shower was ending and Helen didn't know how to extend it without exposing her real motives.  "I can give you that massage. We have the training room to ourselves."
     Amanda turned her showerhead off and grabbed a towel. "Ummm, you really made that sound good, Miss Shuler, but I better be getting.  My daddy's probably waiting outside, already."
     Helen turned the water off and dejectedly followed Amanda into the lockerroom.  She thought that Amanda, after a brief initial hesitation, had become totally natural and at ease in the
shower; she gave no signs of arousal or come-on to the teacher.  To say she was disappointed was an understatement of her deep emotions at that moment.  As she finished dressing, Amanda walked up to her and handed her a beautifully wrapped package.
     "What's this?"
     "Du-uh!  It's a Christmas present, Miss Shuler!  Put it under your tree and open it on Christmas morning and think about me.  I have to go, now.  Have a Merry Christmas, and I'll see you at practice on the twenty-seventh."  Amanda jumped up on the bench and kissed her coach on the cheek and then ran out the door in the coach's office.
     Helen Shuler looked at the package in her hand.  As she smelled Amanda's lingering fresh fragrance and heard the door in her office close, she sat down hard on the wooden bench.  She
began to cry thinking about how hard it will be to *NOT* think about sexy, sweet little Amanda over Christmas break.  She knew what she really wanted for Christmas, and she had come so close, but now she knew she wasn't going to get it.
*
     As Amanda and Robert walked in from the garage, Bobby was just hanging up the phone.
     "Hi, Bobby.  Your Mom called me at the office a little while ago and said she was going out to dinner and drinks with the `girls' from the office and would be home late tonight.  So I
ordered pizzas and they should be here soon."
     Later, over pizzas and beers (Robert told Amanda `One, only -- and don't tell your mom!') the three of them sat and laughed as they watched, for the umpteenth time, Chevy Chase and the
crazy Griswald family celebrate their `fun, family Christmas.'
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Chapter 6
Thursday, December 22nd  --  Part 1
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     Laurie Anderson awoke hung-over, dried-up, and fucked-out.  She frowned remembering why she was hung-over and dried-up -- soon after arriving at Sam's apartment, the night before, she
joined him in sharing a bottle of cheap red wine.  Why, oh why did she drink all that wine?  Now she had an unbelievable headache and was dehydrated.
     She smiled as she slowly sat up in bed and recalled why she was all fucked-out... Mmmm...
     There was a knock on the door.
     "Mom?"  It was Bobby.  "Mom, are you awake?"
     Head pounding, desperate to lower the volume, Laurie spoke softly, "Yes, Dear, I'm awake.  What is it?"
     Thankfully, Bobby lowered his voice, too.  "Dad said he was letting you sleep in, today, and for me to take 'Manda to school.  Well, 'Manda's in school, there's coffee downstairs, and I'm
going out shopping again.  Will you pick the Munchkin up at two o'clock, or should I?"
     Laurie looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 10 a.m.  She silently thanked god that she had married such a thoughtful man.
     "I'll pick your sister up, Bobby.  Will you be home for dinner?"
     "Sure."
     "Need money?"
     "Well...  A little cash wouldn't hurt."
     Laurie sighed a smile and pulled the covers up and held them with her underarms.  "I get the picture.  Come on in, Bobby."
     Bobby opened the door and walked into his parents' bedroom.  His mother was sitting up in the king-sized bed and was pointing to a pile of clothes on the floor.
     "My handbag should be right over there, Dear.  Just bring it to me and I'll see what kind of cash I can find."
     Bobby stepped across the room and bent to pick up his mother's handbag.  As he did, he noticed a black, lacy garterbelt and two black stockings lying on top of the pile of discarded
clothes.  The thought of his mother -- or any woman, but especially his sexy mother -- wearing that garterbelt and those stockings was too much for the boy.  He could feel his prick growing hard and straining against the front of his trousers.
     Laurie took the bag from her son's hand and rummaged around in its depths.  Bobby stood next to the bed, looking at his mother's bare shoulders and back and trying to see some cleavage
as the covers moved with her hands, and he knew his erection was getting harder, not softer.
     "Ah, here's some.  I have two twenties for you.  Is that enough, Dear?"
     Bobby looked down into her vibrant blue eyes and nodded,  "Sure, Mom.  That's more than enough.  Thanks."
     At the same time he wanted to run out of the room before she saw his steel-hard erection, Bobby wanted to jump on the bed and rip the covers off his mother so he could finally see all of that fantastic body she had -- with or without garterbelt and stockings.
     He took the two bills from her hand and thanked her again.
     Laurie shook her head as Bobby closed the bedroom door behind him.  [`My, my, my.  That was some erection my little boy had!' she thought.  `The men in this house sure are lusty in the
morning!']
     She slipped back down in the bed and pulled the covers up to her nose and luxuriated in the warmth for a few more minutes.
*
     Bobby quickly made his way back to his room and dropped his pants.  With one hand, he freed his still-hard prick from his shorts and with the other pumped some handcream in his palm.
After five pleasure-filled but lonely minutes, Bobby cleaned up the mess and dressed again.  Then, as he was walking down the hall, past his mother's room, he heard her grunting as she
exercised and he wondered if she exercised naked.  That image sent another tremble through his young body.  [`I gotta get the fuck out of here!']
*
     Laurie finally dragged herself out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom.  After emptying her full bladder and gulping down four aspirins and three tumblers of cold water, she wanted a shower, desperately, but knew she'd feel better sooner if she did her morning exercises.
     Still unable to stand the noise, she turned the volume all the way down before starting her exercise tape on the TV.  As she got moving -- still naked, if Bobby had only known! -- and felt
herself get into her rhythm and her blood pumping, her mind drifted back to the previous night.  To Sam Agro and his big cock and...
*
     Sam's apartment was in a low-rent district, and as he opened the door for Laurie, she saw that the housekeeping was definitely "bachelor pad standard."
     Sam took her coat and threw his and hers on the sofa.  He took her by the hand and began pulling her through the apartment, stopping only long enough to grab a bottle of cheap red wine and two short tumblers on their way into the bedroom.
     The bed was unmade, but to Laurie's relief, the sheets looked clean.  She began to undress as Sam poured the wine and watched her.  She removed her blouse, unzipped her skirt, and pulled her slip over her head.  Then she unsnapped her bra, acting a little coy as she dropped it to the floor. 
     "You got some great tits, Laurie," Sam said as he toasted her with his wine.  "We talk about your boobs at work.  You got the best."
     Laurie felt herself blushing.  "Thanks, Sam.  Not bad for an old lady, huh?"
     "You notta old lady, Laurie.  You got plenty miles left.  Ha!  Now, let's see the rest."
     Laurie pulled her skirt over her hips and let it fall to the floor.
     Sam made an enthusiastic comment in Greek as he looked at Laurie in just her stockings, garterbelt, and heels.  He still had her panties in his pocket.  "Jesus Christ!  You got no pussy
hair!  You shave it?"
     Laurie cocked her leg to the side, giving Sam a better look at her bare pussy.  "Of course I shave it!  Do you like it?"
     "Like it?  I no see a cunt like dat since I was a little boy fuckin' all the little girls in the neighborhood!  I want to fuck you, again, for sure!"
     Laurie gulped down the glass of harsh wine Sam handed her and he refilled it.  She swallowed most of that, and sat on the bed to remove her shoes and stockings.
     As she did, she had a fleeting thought of Robert, and how horny he had been that morning.  She felt a little pang of guilt, but this wasn't the first time in their marriage that she had
cheated on Robert.  After a very active sex-life in high school and her first two years of college, Laurie had immediately settled down with Robert and got pregnant with Bobby.  She never
dreamed of being unfaithful until years later, when Amanda was  old enough for day care and Laurie had too much free time on her hands.  She'd been bored and had brief flings with the golf and tennis pros at their club, and had a wild weekend with an old flame at a high school reunion.
     But, since then, once she started back to school and finally got a job, she never strayed, again.  Until today.  A blow-job to her boss and fucking in the back of her car and now this with the
big-dicked stud from the loading dock!  Who would have guessed? Not her.
     As Laurie was undressing, Sam ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts, pulling them over his shoes and socks.  When they were both naked, Sam pulled Laurie onto her back and knelt between her legs, ready to fuck.
     "Not so fast, honey," said Laurie.  "How `bout we spend some time warming each other up?"
     "I see your bare cunt an' I'm hot to go now!"
     "Not yet, Sam.  Here," she smiled as she lifted her right breast up to Sam's mouth, "don't you like big tits?"
     Sam licked his tongue, wet, flat and wide roughly across her nipple and Laurie felt the sexual tremble course through her body.  She reached down and grasped Sam's cock.  It was hard and
hot and big.  She could feel it throb in her hand and she got hotter, anticipating that monster splitting her pussy wide, again.
     "Oh, shit, Sam!  You're right, I'm hot to fuck, too!  I can't wait to feel that thing inside me!  Put a rubber on!"
     "I forgot!"  Sam quickly moved across the bed on his knees and pulled a foil square out of the nightstand drawer.  As he placed it at the tip of his cock, Laurie impatiently pushed his hand away and unrolled the sheath down the length of his erection with both hands.
     "Okay, now, Sam.  Fuck my bald, naked, hairless pussy!"
     And he did.
     As Sam buried himself in her tight, hungry pussy, Laurie reconfirmed a realization she had had years ago -- that all that talk about cock size not making a difference is bullshit.  Physically that may be so, although she'd argue that one, but mentally and emotionally, there was nothing like getting pounded with a huge cock.  Her first big one, and the biggest dick she'd ever had until Sam, had been in her freshman year of college.  She'd allowed a good-looking professor to seduce her, and had been surprised by the sheer size of his cock when she first saw it.  She wasn't a virgin, and he was an accomplished lover and never hurt her with his monster.  And, although she had had many lovers, good and bad, after that professor, she always missed the feeling of stretched fullness and debauched randiness that he gave her when they fucked.  That same stretched fullness and debauched randiness she was enjoying now, as Sam plowed deeply into her slick, greedy pussy.
     They were both into the physical pleasure of their fuck and were loud in their enjoyment.  Sam was mumbling in Greek between grunts and Laurie was moaning and urging Sam harder, faster and deeper.
     Soon, Laurie could feel another climax building up inside her.  It had all the signs of being even bigger and more intense than her orgasm in her car.  She was just letting herself go,
drifting up the slope to the pleasure heights, when she heard Sam grunting loudly and in rhythm with his thrusts, and she knew she wasn't going to make it this time.  Sam had beat her to the
finish.
     Sam finished and slowed his movement until he was soon lying on top of Laurie, his head resting between her sweaty breasts.  With a jerk, he rose to his knees and slipped his soft prick out of her pussy.
     "I go wash up and we drink some more wine and we go again. Alright?"
     Still close to orgasm, Laurie smiled at the younger man and nodded.  As he padded off to the bathroom, Laurie reached for the wine bottle and, unwilling to move and get her glass, she swigged several large gulps from the bottle.
     "I like a woman who drinks wine from the bottle and isn't afraid to make a little noise in bed."
     "Wha-!  Who are you?!"  Laurie jerked in surprise at the stranger's voice, spilling the last of the red wine down her neck and chest.  Seeing the top sheet and covers in a tangled pile on the floor, there wasn't anything to cover her nakedness with, so she decided to brazen her way through.
     When she looked up at the doorway, she saw the most handsome young man she had ever seen in her life.  His dark hair on a chiseled face combined for a male model's aura.  And to her
shock, but also to her mounting pleasure, she saw that the beautiful head was perched on a short but beautiful body, that happened to be bare-assed naked!  This exquisite creature was standing there, smiling at Laurie, naked and proudly displaying a semi-erect cock about the same size as Sam's.
     "I'm Sam's younger brother, Theo.  You spilled some wine.  Would you like me to clean it up for you?"
     Laurie looked down at the several streaks of wine that had dribbled down her breasts.  She trembled slightly when she noticed that one drop was hanging on the nipple on her right breast.
     She returned her gaze to the beautiful creature at the door.  Smiling, she asked, "Do you always barge in on your brother's business, like this?"
     He smiled back, showing perfect white teeth, "I'm not exactly `barging.'  The door was open and you weren't exactly being quiet."
     "You...  You didn't watch us -- did you?"
     Theo laughed a deep laugh, "Well, like the president said, I looked, but I didn't really see anything.  Besides, I don't see anything you should be embarrassed about -- you're beautiful."
With that, his dick twitched a few more degrees closer to ninety-degrees out from his body.
     "Thank you, I guess.  Are you always so forward with your brother's ah... dates?"
     "No, not always.  But he hasn't had any that looked like you before.  And besides, he's not the jealous type."
     "You don't sound like Sam."
     "You mean where's my accent?  I've been over here since I was four; Sam's only been here a couple of years.  Here, let me get that for you."  Theo took three steps across the room, leaned
down and licked the wine drop from Laurie's right breast.
     Laurie was lost to the moment and reached around Theo's head, bringing his lips up to hers and crushing his lips into his teeth as she forced her tongue into his mouth.
     Theo's smooth hands moved up her body to her breasts and gently cupped her heavy flesh.  His fingers began to softly and expertly tweak and touch her erect nipples and Laurie felt
herself moisten in anticipation.
     [`Goddammit!  He's not much older than my son, but I want this young Greek god and Sam can go fuck himself if he doesn't like it!' she thought.]
     In only a few short moments, after Theo's lips had explored her ear and neck, and found their way back to a nipple, Laurie took a deep breath and pulled his head away from her flesh.
     "Put a rubber on, Theo.  I want you right this instant!"
     Theo reached over to the open nightstand drawer, "Oh oh. Looks like we're out of rubbers."  And then he moved quickly back between Laurie's thighs.
     She tried wiggling away from his big cock, "No!  I'm not going to fuck without protection.  Stop!  Now!"
     Theo held her arms down, over her head against the bed, but she managed to close her thighs.
     "I can't stop, now.  And you don't want me to."
     "Yes, I do!  Get off me!  Let me go, right now!"  As she spoke, she felt two tremendously strong hands grasp her around the ankles and pull her legs far apart.  It was Sam!
     "Go 'head, li'l brother.  I make her ready for you!"
     Theo smiled evilly at Laurie, took only an instant to place his cock-head at her pussy-hole and then he rammed it home.
     Laurie screamed.
     She screamed in pleasure as an overwhelming orgasm coursed through her body.  The combination of being so close to cumming, of her long horny day, of the naughtiness of being such an easy slut with Sam, of Theo's good looks and perfect body, and, to her chagrin, the over-the-top excitement of being held down and spread open and being taken -- it far surpassed having her pantyhose ripped open! -- were just too much to stand.
     She wasn't sure how long her cum lasted, and she thought she  may have passed out before Theo came, because the next thing she remembered was Sam taking Theo's place between her legs and fucking her, again.  And as he fucked her, Theo returned with another fresh bottle of wine in each hand -- which he took turns pouring down her throat and over her tits, licking off every drop.
     The rest of the long night degenerated into a drunken orgy, with Sam and Theo taking turns with her, fucking her pussy and mouth (and Theo once fucking her ass!), as she performed like a
cheap whore looking for a ten dollar tip.
     She didn't remember getting home.
*
     Now, the next morning, after a half hour of exercise, she could feel her blood pumping and her headache fading and, as she stood under the soft, warm spray of her shower, she began to feel
alive, again.  She didn't feel guilty at all about her mini-gang-bang.  Robert was sixteen years her senior, and she couldn't expect him to have the sex-drive to match a thirty-seven year old woman in the prime of her sex-life.  She loved Robert -- he was a good, kind, gentle man, a wonderful provider, and a terrific father -- but... after last night, Laurie knew she just had to find a little extra-curricular excitement because she couldn't expect Robert to be horny every day.
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Chapter 7
Thursday, December 22nd  --  Part 2
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     As Robert Anderson, Sr. luxuriated in the feeling of having his cock expertly sucked and licked by his young assistant, he realized that he was, in fact, horny every day; and he thanked
god profusely for letting him find both Laurie and Sherri -- Sherri Koslowski, his administrative assistant, his girl Friday, his right-hand woman; and the best blow-job artist he had ever met in his life.
     Sherri was bent over his groin, her freakishly huge, naked tits bobbing wildly, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking him hard and licking as much of his tumescent flesh as she could.  As he happily played with her jiggling tit-flesh, he thought back to the first time he had ever seen  Sherri.
     It was twelve years ago.  Business was booming and his old and trusted secretary, Martha, was retiring.  He was interviewing for a replacement and knew exactly the type he was looking for -- professional, older, experienced, gentile, classy, competent, and willing to bring him a cup of coffee without a diatribe on sexist attitudes in the workplace -- basically, another Martha.
     When Sherri walked through the door for her interview, Robert looked up to see a young, brassy blonde, unpolished girl, dressed in cheap polyester and too much make-up; but he knew in
that instant that he was going to hire her.
*
     Robert always knew he was a "tit-man."
     His very earliest sexual memories were about mammaries, and he had spent hours and hours of his prepubescent and pubescent life spying on his mother and sister and aunt through the
old-fashioned keyholes in the big, old house they all lived in -- always hoping and praying to see tits.  He was successful at seeing all three of the women in his early life in various states of dishabille, and even naked on rare occasions, and it was always the tits that held his attention.  Oh, he'd been thrilled when he caught a glimpse of a furry cunt, just for the tingle of seeing such a forbidden sight, but they were a dark and boring target.  Tits, on the other hand (so to speak!), were alive and bouncy and thrust forward in bold display.  And he loved them. 
     A child of the fifties, Robert wallowed in the big-breasted culture -- bullet-bras, the earliest `Playboy' magazines and its imitators, the full-chested actresses like Jane Russell, Mamie Van Doren, Jayne Mansfield, Kim Novak, and Marilyn Monroe.  Cleavage was his sustenance, his life.
     His first wife had small tits.  He had dated her in college and just before graduation she announced to Richard that she was pregnant.  They were married a week after graduation and she said she miscarried on their honeymoon.  The divorce was the best memory Richard had of that marriage, and after it, he wasn't going to rush into another mistake.
     He dated a lot.  He dated women with big tits, and he loved every one of them for it.  Usually they were dancers in clubs and not the type he expected himself to settle down with.  After a
few years, he resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to meet the right woman for him and decided to enjoy his bachelorhood.  And then he got the invitation to join his best client and his client's family at their beach house for a Fourth of July weekend.
     He arrived hot and tired on Friday afternoon.  His client, Harry MacDonald, met him in the driveway with a cold beer and escorted him to the guest bedroom, telling Robert to get into his
trunks and meet them on the beach.  As he was meeting Harry's wife, Maureen, Robert felt all the muscles in his jaw go slack and felt his chin hit his chest.
     Walking up to the small group was the most beautiful girl Robert had ever seen in his life.  She had wet, dark hair stuck to the sides of her smooth, round face, a dazzling smile, and the
most unbelievably-blue blue eyes.
     Against his will, Robert's gaze dropped to the petite girl's chest, where he was rewarded with the sight of two large, round tits, barely concealed in a tiny bikini top decorated in an
American flag design.
     "Hi!" this vision said to Robert as she bent to pick up a towel from the beach blanket, and in the process, giving Robert a view through her cleavage down to the top of her bikini bottom!
     "Robert, I'd like you to meet the genius in the family.  This is my daughter, Lauren, or `Laurie' as she prefers.  She skipped a few grades and just finished her second year at James Madison.  Laurie, this is a business associate, Robert Anderson."
     That night on the beach, he enjoyed all the treasures the young Laurie had to offer, and that weekend marked the end of Robert's self-imposed bachelorhood.  Over the next few weeks, he
used all the money, class, experience, and romance he could muster to woo the young Laurie MacDonald.  She was everything he was looking for in a wife -- beautiful, intelligent, poised,
classy, and on top of everything else -- she had the most wonderful set of large, firm, round tits he had ever had the pleasure of playing with.
     He knew the age difference was significant.  He was thirty-four, and Laurie hadn't had her nineteenth birthday, yet, but Harry and Maureen didn't seem to mind, and if anything, Laurie seemed to prefer an older man, established in a career.
     Within weeks of meeting, they were engaged and immediately decided that Laurie would move in with Robert.  Soon after that they were married and soon after that, Laurie was pregnant with Bobby.
     Robert loved Laurie.  She was the perfect wife and mother. He never regretted marrying her for an instant.  And, he would probably have never cheated on her if he hadn't met Sherri.
     Sherri's irresistible attraction for Robert was obvious -- put simply and crassly, she was a huge set of tits on legs.
     She was tall and skinny.  Her legs were long, but thin.  Her torso was thin and, except for those bazooms, she probably measured the same around her shoulders, her waist, and her hips.
She had no hourglass figure, like Laurie.  She had no ass. 
     She did have tits -- 44-DD on her otherwise skinny body.  Since meeting Sherri, Richard had seen girls and women built like her on some of the talk shows, and recognized (and enjoyed) the
trend in X-rated videos, where the breast size of a lot of the new "stars" bordered on freakish dimensions.  But this all occurred after Sherri.  Sherri was the first set of near-impossible tits in Richard's life.
     That day, twelve years ago, Robert knew that if Sherri couldn't type her name in a minute, he was still going to hire her, just to keep those tits within sight.  But the interview had gone even better than Robert hoped...
*
     Sherri was nervous and Robert could hear a faint tremble in her voice, but he admired the way she presented herself to him.
     "Mr. Anderson, I can see what type of secretary you're trying to hire, and I'm sure you looked at my resume and decided  I am not that person, but I think you'd be wrong rule me out.
     "I'll cut through all the professional language and tell you everything there is to know about me.  I'm a local girl who got pregnant and dropped out of high school.  My parents kicked me out and my baby's father split for parts unknown.  I worked at whatever minimum-wage jobs I could find and I got a place for my daughter and me to live.  I scratched out a living and took advantage of whatever benefits I qualified for and I earned my GED high school diploma.  I found  subsidized child-care and I took two years of courses at the community college.  I've been a temp at seven businesses in the last year and the temp agency will tell you that I got good performance reviews from all of them.  I even had offers to stay at four of them.
     "I'm twenty years old with a daughter ready to start school in the Fall.  Your company is within walking distance to the school I'd like her to go to, and an apartment I'd like to be
able to afford to rent.
     "I know I'm young, Mr. Anderson, but I'm not dumb and I've learned a lot over the last five years.  I look at other girls my age and I know I've matured far beyond them.
     "I want this job, Mr. Anderson.  Sure, I need it, but more than that, I want it.  I know I can do it if you'll give me the chance.
     "I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in.  I think I know what was in that look.  I want to be very clear about this, Mr. Anderson, so there will be no misunderstanding.  I am willing to do anything for you to get the chance I deserve.  No questions, no hesitation, and no complaints, later -- I'm willing to do anything."
     Robert stared at the girl.  She was sitting primly in the chair, looking near tears, and was waiting for him to speak.  ["What had she seen in my look?" he wondered.  "And, does she
mean `anything' when she says `anything?'"]
     Sherri still had not said another word.  Robert looked at her again, "Ms Koslowski, if this were a movie, I'd say something like `I like your spunk,' and hire you on the spot.  But this
isn't a movie it's business -- my business -- and you are correct when you say that there isn't anything on your resume that would qualify you for the position I need filled.  Therefore, giving
you the chance that you so eloquently requested would be an unlikely decision on my part..."  Robert hesitated for only an instant, and then decided to plunge ahead, "...without something
you can offer me that none of the other applicants can offer me.  Maybe there is something.  Let's begin by your showing me your tits."
     There, he'd said it!  It was a risk to actually come out and say it, but staring at that incredible chest made him decide.  Now, it was up to her.
     As she promised, Sherri asked no questions and did not hesitate.  She stood up, reached behind her and unzipped her dress.  She lifted it over her head and followed that with her
full slip.
     Robert could feel his heart racing and his breath coming in gasps as Sherri, standing there in a large, simple white bra, pantyhose and white panties, reached behind her to unclasp the bra.
     Robert heard himself groan as the large white bra fell to the floor and Sherri's mammoth tits were bared for his view.  They were huge, heavy and round, with blue veins and very large
pink nipples.  They were mashed together, forming cleavage from her neck almost to her waist.
     Robert had never seen tits like them before in his life.  He stood and walked around the desk.  Sherri turned towards him and he reached out to cup her breasts and lift them in his hands.  He
had never felt such heavy flesh before.  He never wanted to let them go.
     He sat down on the edge of the desk, never letting go of her tit-flesh.  He began squeezing, pulling, pinching them; swinging them, pushing them together, twisting the now-hard nipples
between his fingers and thumbs.
     As he played and manipulated, Sherri reached down and unzipped Robert's zipper.  Gently, she reached into his shorts and withdrew his raging, engorged erection.  Slowly, she bent over at the waist and engulfed his cock in her mouth as his hands continued their play with her breasts.
     Within only a minute or two, Robert was ready to cum.  As he felt his climax begin, he clasp his hands on the young girl's tit-flesh and squeezed as hard as he could, spasming with both
his cock and fingers.  His incredible cum continued for some time and Sherri never altered her mouth's rhythm, sucking every drop of cum he spewed down her throat.
     After he finished, and Sherri cleaned him with her tongue and mouth, Robert stood and zipped up.  Sherri sat down in the chair, still naked from the waist up and waited for the verdict.
     Robert sat and looked across the desk at the young woman and her incredible tits.  "Well, here's no surprise -- you're hired, Ms Koslowski.  You're getting your chance.  But your employment is conditional.  Your employment agreement will be renewed on a daily basis, depending on both your office duties and the special administrative duties that you just demonstrated.  Is that understood?"
     "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
     "And you can agree to those terms?"
     "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
     "And if we, ah... expand on those terms?"
     "There won't be a problem, Mr. Anderson."
     "Fine.  My current secretary is retiring in about a month.  You begin tomorrow morning to learn everything she knows about this company and about me.  I don't mean any offense, Ms
Koslowski, but I'd also like it if you learned some fashion and make-up tips from her.  I can arrange a `sign-on' bonus for you to help with any additional wardrobe requirements you might have as a result."
     "Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
*
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Chapter 8
Thursday, December 22nd  --  Part 3
*
     Now, twelve years later, Robert never regretted his decision for a moment.
     As he leaned back into the soft sofa, tugging on her long nipples as she tugged on his cock with her lips, he thought about how right he had been to hire her.  Over her years with the
company, Sherri -- smart, ambitious, and loyal -- went from Robert's secretary to his true and valued assistant with a secretary of her own.  The previous year, Robert had promoted her to Vice President and given her another fat raise.  She proved over and over that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the company and her career, and most importantly, for Robert.
     In those same twelve years, Sherri never hesitated to strip naked and get down on her knees and suck Robert off or climb aboard his cock for a fuck.  Soon after hiring Sherri, Robert had
a large, comfortable sofa delivered to his office, and they would use it two and three times a day.  His favorite position was lying on his back with Sherri fucking him, sitting on his cock as he played with her bouncing, bobbing, swinging tits.  Not as often, anymore, but Robert had also lent Sherri and the sofa to several of his better clients, and they always returned the favor
with lucrative contracts.
     Outside of the office, Sherri's life settled down and she met a nice man and eventually married him.  At first, Robert was jealous and afraid he was going to lose her, but she never stopped sucking him in the office.  They didn't fuck as often as they used to, except on business trips or at conventions, but she never hesitated to get down on her knees, and that was just fine with Robert.
     "Oh!  Oh!  Ahhh...!
     Sherri tightened her lips around Robert's spurting cock and swallowed his warm, gooey cum as it filled her mouth.  When he was finished, she gently licked his cock clean and returned it to
his pants and zipped him up. 
     Robert relaxed on the sofa and watched Sherri dress, "Well, what's on the calendar for today, besides the clients' party?"
     "Really, Robert, there's nothing that can't wait until after Christmas.  We're all caught up."
     "Great.  Now, who's coming to the open house and what asses need the most kissing?"
     Robert sold office supplies and equipment -- from thumbtacks and pencils to computers, fax machines, and mega-copiers.  The business was fast and tough and the competition (especially from  the big office stores) was brutal.  The most important thing Robert's company and every one who worked for it excelled in was pampering their customers and keeping them happy.  An annual event was an open house for the clients, featuring -- among other things -- catered gourmet food and top-of-the line booze.
     "Well, mostly the regulars," Sherri said as she stepped into her navy highheels and checked herself in the washroom mirror.  She was wearing an expensive navy wool suit and a white silk
blouse -- the very model of professional decorum.  "You know Sy is coming -- he's never turned down a free meal or a free drink..."
     "Or a free fuck, if I remember correctly."
     Sherri smiled at Robert, "That's for sure.  But we won't have to offer that, today.  I don't see any major purchases from him until the Summer.  The main potential client to keep happy is
Philip Dawson."
     "That pompous asshole."
     "For sure, he's that, but he's also the guy that awards the contract for the state.  If we got that contract, our business would increase by over a third."
     Robert nodded, "I'll be sure to wear Chapstick so my lips will be nice and soft when I smooch his buns!"
     "Always a nice touch, Mr. Anderson.  But I also have a back-up plan in case your lips get tired."
     Robert raised an eyebrow.
     Sherri smiled at him and nodded.  "As usual, I hired a few, ah... hostesses for the party.  Two of them were here for last year's bash and performed admirably in supplying exactly what the
clients were looking for.  The third one is a real looker and knows the score -- she's ready and willing to cooperate fully with the clients' wishes.  The fourth is the special one I brought in for our Mr. Dawson."
     "Sherri, you've kept me in the dark!  Don't tell me you have a little gossip about our upstanding public servant?"
     Sherri sat on the edge of Robert's desk, crossed her legs and lit a cigarette.  She looked calm and cool and professional and Robert wanted to fuck her very badly.  Instead, he put that thought on hold and concentrated on landing a big contract.
     "Well... word has it that our Mr. Dawson is very concerned with today's youth."
     "He likes them young, eh?  Boys or girls?"
     "Girls.  Scuttlebutt has it that he was asked to leave his last position as a county school board president because of some whispered complaints of too-intense one-on-one counseling sessions with the county's best and brightest young ladies.  I'm not sure how everything was hushed up, but it was and with Dawson's political connections, he was promoted out of there."
     "So, who's this special hostess you've hired?"
     "Her name is Diane, and she's the daughter of a neighbor.  She's almost seventeen and has boned every male over the age of eleven in the neighborhood."
     "Including Doug?" Robert teased about Sherri's husband.
     "I hope not, but I couldn't blame him if he did.  Wait until you see her.  This girl reeks sex.  As I said, she's sixteen but she can look thirteen or twenty-eight, depending on how she's
dressed.  I told her to dress young, pretty and innocent."
     Robert wiped his hand down over his face and thought for a moment.  "I want this contract, Sherri, but setting something up with an underage girl is making me feel more than a little icky."
     "That's why I didn't say anything to you, I knew you would feel skittish about it.  But believe me, Robert, I'm not asking this little slut to do something she hasn't already done a few hundred times before."
     "I understand.  But my Amanda is fourteen and your Tiffany is seventeen.  It just gives me the creeps."
     "Well, why don't you just wait to see what happens before you run to confession.  For all we know, Dawson won't even give her a look."
     "Yeah, alright."
*
     To the surprise of neither of them, Dawson gave little Diane more than a look -- and he wasn't the only one.  When the girl arrived, Sherri introduced her as her niece.  Diane was a beautiful young lady, wearing a bright red jumper over a green turtleneck top and flat, black pumps with white stockings.  Her hair was casually pulled back and her make-up was applied lightly and expertly.  She looked like a sweet, innocent fourteen-year-old girl that every man in the building wanted to immediately strip and fuck.
*****
     At home, Laurie was happily baking cookies and bread in her kitchen, thinking back over her outrageous night with Sam and Theo.  At one point, she giggled out loud as she sensuously oiled
two loaves of dough, getting them ready for the oven -- the dough had a soft firmness to it, and shaped to be baguettes, the size and shape was very similar to the well-hung Agro brothers.  She
wished the randy brothers were right there in the kitchen, taking her one after the other, her jeans and panties tossed aside, her body thrown over the flour-covered table...
     "Hi, mom!  What's so funny?" called Bobby as he walked into the kitchen.  "Are you all right?  You look all flushed and red."
     "Oh!  Hi, honey.  Yes, I'm fine.  It just gets a little warm with both ovens going and everything.  Back from shopping, already?"
     "Yeah, the stores are packed.  I just need to figure out what to get for dad and I think I'm through.  Can I sample these cookies, Mom?"
     Laurie ruffled Bobby's hair as she walked past him, towards the refrigerator, "Sure!  I even bought extra milk, knowing you'd be home."
     She poured a glass of milk and stood next to Bobby seated on a kitchen stool, "You don't know how much I miss having you around, dear."  Laurie held Bobby's face between her hands and kissed his forehead, "I really missed you."
     Bobby wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and pulled her close for a hug, "I know, Mom.  I missed you, too. California is a long way away."
     Mother and son enjoyed their long, tight hug until the oven timer buzzed and Laurie got the next batch of cookies out of the oven.
*****
     Amanda Anderson felt like screaming -- school was finally out for the holidays!  No more Sister Mary Murderer for two weeks!  She felt like skipping as she made her way across the
parking lot to the church.  Only forty minutes of choir practice and then home for the holidays.
     As usual, the church was too, too warm.  All the girls were talking excitedly and laughing with each other, discussing Christmas trips and clothes and hoped-for presents and parties
and, of course, boys.
     "Ah, girls?  Ahem!  Girls?  LADIES, PLEASE!"
     The girls stopped their noise and looked at the young priest standing in front of them.
     "Um, hi, girls."
     "HELLO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN!"
     "Um, I can hear you're all in good voice, today.  Getting out of school for two weeks isn't the reason, is it?"
     There was a mixture of giggles and "YES, FATHER O'SULLIVAN," and "NO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN."
     Father Sean Patrick O'Sullivan looked at his twenty-four charges -- girls from the seventh grade through their senior year of high school -- and realized he was sweating profusely again.
     Entering the seminary directly from a private Catholic grammar school at thirteen and being ordained a priest at the young age of twenty-four the previous September, he had never been this close to so many young women in his life, until he was assigned to lead the girls' choir.  He could handle leading them during Mass -- it was so formal a setting, there was the crowd of people, and the girls were all dressed in heavy satin robes from their neck to their shoes.  It was practice that tested his spiritual strength.  When the girls showed up for choir practice, they felt more relaxed than in the classroom.  Most were in their uniforms, blouses open at the neck or the waistband of their skirts rolled up, making their skirts far shorter than the nuns would ever allow in class.  Some came in sweaty from phys-ed or team practice, their gym skirts barely long enough for modesty. He would never get used to how... casual... the girls were about their bodies around him.
     Father Sean never imagined being assigned to a parish with a girls' school attached to it would be as trying as it was.  Shortly after being assigned to the parish, he began sinning.  Just seeing so many girls walking and running and sitting around the parish grounds was enough to start deep and troublesome feelings inside of him.  Then, when he was assigned the choir and counseling duties, bringing him in close contact with the girls, his fight against temptation failed and he wallowed in his failure and his self-abuse.
     He had the misfortune to be near one of the girls more than he was comfortable with.  She was in the choir and one of the students he counseled on academic and spiritual matters.  She was the most beautiful and desirable girl in the school, and being near her added to his guilt for the even deeper and darker feelings and thoughts he had about her.  In his bed at night, as he whipped his hand up and down his turgid flesh, lost in lust and guilt, his thoughts were of doing indecent and indescribable things to sweet Amanda Anderson.
     She was the perfect age.  The older girls intimidated Father Sean and the younger ones were... well, too young.  Amanda still had the innocence of the younger girls, but her body was full and
ripe -- a woman's body.  She was smart and popular and sweet.  There was no question about her beauty; she almost radiated.  When Father Sean masturbated every night, he thought only about
Amanda. 
     She had not done anything overt to tempt Father Sean.  Instead, it was her pretty face and the confident way she carried her sexy body.  The priest cherished the short skirts she wore, allowing him to gape at her shapely calves and firm thighs.  One day, in a counseling session, one of Amanda's blouse buttons was missing and her blouse gapped, letting him see her firm curved
breast disappear into the cup of her white, lacy bra.  He had rubbed his penis raw that night, and the next few!
     Father Sean muddled through the choir practice, trying desperately not to stare too often at Amanda.  Finally, it was over.
     "All right, girls.  That was very good.  Remember, we're singing at the 11 o'clock Mass on Christmas. PA-LEASE don't be late!"
     The girls giggled and quickly disappeared.  All except Amanda, who walked up to the priest.
     "Father Sean?"
     "Yes, Amanda?"  Father Sean could feel his heart racing in his chest.
     She smiled, "I have something for you."
     When the girl bent over to open her backpack, Father Sean was glad he was wearing his cassock.  His penis had hardened and was straining the tolerance of his zipper.  "Wha... What is it, Amanda?"  He could barely get the words out, his throat was so dry and constricted.
     Amanda straightened up and turned to face the priest.  "It's a Christmas present.  Don't open it until Christmas morning!"
     Father Sean took the small, beautifully wrapped gift.  "But, I don't have anything for you."
     "You don't have to, Father Sean.  I'm giving you a gift. That's all.  It's just a little something, so you don't forget about me.  Merry Christmas, Father Sean."
     As she spoke she stepped close to the priest and stood on her toes.  She leaned against the rigid man and brushed his cheek with a chaste, dry kiss.  Then she turned and made her way to the door.  Just before she opened the door, she turned and waved at the priest.
     Only with the most difficult effort was he able to smile and wave.  He stood there, in the center aisle of the church, feeling guilty and disgusted with himself.  When the girl leaned against him, he smelled her fragrance and felt her breasts press against his chest and her thighs press against his erection and he began an orgasm.
*
     On the way home, Amanda asked her mother, "What's for dinner?"
     "Italian.  I even made fresh bread."
     "Mmmm...  Sounds great.  Is Bobby home?"
     "Yes.  Rank amateur that he is, he's all shopped out."
     "Ha!  What a wimp.  I still have shopping to do.  I guess I'll go tomorrow.  I feel like staying in tonight."
     "Bobby said the same thing, and I'm looking forward to kicking my shoes off and relaxing.  Maybe we'll stop and rent a couple of videos."
     "Great!  Will Daddy be home for dinner?"
     "I doubt it, tonight, honey.  He's having his big client  party."
     "Oh, yeah, I forgot.  Daddy calls it his ass-kisser's ball!"
     "Amanda!"
******
     Robert was happy with the way the party had gone.  All the clients seemed happy, and even that prig Dawson eventually loosened up and finally disappeared with Diane.  Sherri had been
brilliant, again.
     Now, the two of them were alone in the building and were sitting on the sofa in Robert's office.  The lights were low, their shoes were off and they were sipping from a bottle of
champagne that Robert had saved for them, and Christmas carols were playing on the radio.
     "Well, how do you think it went, Sherri?"
     She stretched out her long legs and rested her feet on the coffee table, "I thought it went great.  Dawson left with Diane and a silly grin on his face, so I have more than a hunch we'll be hearing from him, soon.  I think Doug Chambers fell in love with Doris."
     "Which one was she?"
     "The redhead."
     "Mmmm, nice."
     "I only hire the best, boss."
     "I didn't see much of the blonde."
     "That was Bev.  She's a real pro at `hostessing.'  I might have to replace the sofa in my office after the workout she gave it, today."
     "Who did she keep happy?"
     "Like I said, she's a real pro.  I saw her disappear with Ron Goldman and Derek Morton, and I think that rep for Golden Foods -- I can never remember his name."
     "Steve Hutchinson.  She didn't do all of them at once, did she?"
     "No, boss, one at a time, you horny bird."
     "I was gonna say maybe we should install a video camera for next year."
     Sherri laughed, "If this business gets any tougher, that might not be such a bad idea, anyway!"
     Robert casually reached over and pulled Sherri's blouse out of her skirt and moved his hand up to her bra-clad breast.
     Sherri put her cigarette out in the ashtray and her glass on the coffeetable, "Wait a minute, sport."  She stood and removed her jacket, blouse, and bra.  Then she sat down and poured
another drink.  Robert's hand cupped under her full tit and squeezed her flesh.
     Sherri continued talking, "You know, Robert, I really like this time of the year.  The pressure's off a little, there's the clients' party, and tomorrow is the employees' party.  It's a nice time."
     "Um-hum," mumbled Robert, his mouth full of nipple. 
     Sherri lit another cigarette and sipped her champagne.
*
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Chapter 9
Friday, December 23 -- Part 1
*
     On Friday morning, Laurie woke up horny, Robert woke up happy, Amanda woke up hung-over, and Bobby woke up with a hard-on.
*
     Laurie awoke from an erotic dream that was filled with dark men and large cocks and long tongues, and she was slightly disappointed to find she was lying quietly in her own bed.  She
again marveled at how horny and randy she had been feeling lately; and her nasty session with the Agro brothers had only exacerbated those feelings, rather than relieve them.  She was
feeling so damned sexy, she could barely stand it!
     She looked over at Robert.  She had fallen asleep before he got home the night before, so she had no idea what time he had gotten to sleep, but he looked rested enough.  Her hand crept under the sheets and over his thigh until she found his warm cock.  Still asleep, Robert's dick slowly responded to Laurie's warm, soft touch.  He was soon erect and Laurie's head disappeared under the covers.
*
     Robert stirred and then woke to a very pleasant, warm, wet feeling in his crotch.  He stirred a little more, enough to realize he wasn't dreaming, and discovered his lovely wife giving him a wonderful morning blow-job!  He felt Laurie's mouth leave his prick and work its way up his stomach, chest and neck until her head emerged from the covers and she kissed him on the lips.
     "Good morning, Dearest," she said.
     "Mmmm... 'Morning, Sweetheart.  Don't let me interrupt."
     Laurie began to rise and Robert could feel the heat of her hairless pussy on his upper thigh.  Then she was poised over his cock.  She tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes and
smiled down on him, "You don't have to move, Dear, I'll do all the work."
     Robert reached up to squeeze her still-firm breasts as she lowered her hips and he felt his prick spreading her wet, warm pussy-lips.  "Have your way with me!"
     She grunted as she slid down his erection and bottomed out on his balls, "Ugh!  I intend to!"
     Laurie was obviously into fucking him enthusiastically and energetically and Robert couldn't help but respond in kind.  He leaned forward and sucked one of his wife's pink, hard nipples into his mouth.  His hand moved down to her cunt and he managed to brush her clit several times with his thumb as it moved up and down.  Then getting into the spirit of a randy good morning fuck,
Robert reached behind his wife and began shoving two fingers up her tight asshole.  As he did that he bit down on Laurie's nipple in his mouth and pinched her other nipple between his finger and thumb.
     "Ugh!  Ugh!  OOOoooOOOO!"  Laurie was lost in a world of feeling only -- no sight, sound, or smell -- only her pussy, her ass and her nipples.
     Robert kept up his attack on her tender spots and she continued to hump his cock and -- as they both know would happen -- she all too soon began to cum -- and cum and cum, losing all
rhythm and strength, until she collapsed onto her husband, who was just beginning his own climax.
     Finally, when they were both still and cuddling, Robert laughed, "Whew!  What a wake-up call, Dear.  I thought you were going to wake up the kids!"
     "Oooo...  I didn't care.  I think they're both old enough to figure out that their parents fuck."
     "Well, sure, but you don't want them to think we actually enjoy it, do you?"  And they both laughed.
     Later, when Robert was dressed and ready to leave for the office, Laurie threw the covers down below her waist and jiggled her breasts seductively at her husband.
     "Ready for more, Laurie?"
     "Sure!  How about you?"
     "I'm an old man!  I need time to recuperate!"
     "Alright, old man.  I'll let you go this time, but you better be ready for anything later."
     "So I can look forward to a good time tonight?"
     "Oh, absolutely!  But first, remember, we have to go to the Stones' big bash."
     "Oh, shit, I totally forgot about that."
     "Well, it's an early start.  Remember, cocktails start at five, so don't be late."
     "I'll be home in time, Dear.  I wonder what outrageous thing Regina Stone will pull this year?"
     "Who knows with that crazy bitch.  Robert, I love you."
     "And I love you, Laurie, with all my heart."
     "This was great, this morning.  We're going to have to do this more often, you know."
     "I know," Robert replied, inwardly wondering if mega-doses of vitamin E and bushels of oysters would help his stamina. "Well, I'm off to work, Dear.  Have a nice day."
     "Bye, Dear, see you tonight.  And thanks for the morning action!"
     "My pleasure!"
******
     Amanda awoke in pain.  Her head was throbbing and her mouth felt and tasted like the inside of a dirty clothes hamper.  She knew the light from the windows would hurt her eyes, but she
opened them enough to see that she was in her room and in her bed.  She didn't remember getting there.  She did remember sitting up with Bobby in the family room, watching some old comedy videos and drinking some wine coolers.  How many coolers had she had?  She couldn't remember that, either.
     She slowly sat up and put her feet on the floor.  [`Could a hangover make your feet hurt, too?' she wondered.]  The clothes she was wearing last night were in a pile beside the bed.  Amanda
stood up and took a few tentative steps over to the door.  She took her robe from the hook and put it on.  In the bathroom, she started the water, to let it get good and hot, and stripped the
robe off.  Then she pulled her t-shirt nightie over her head and reached down to take her panties off when she realized she wasn't wearing any.  That was strange.
     The water was hot as she stepped into the shower.
*
     Bobby woke up with a hard-on, but there wasn't anything special about that -- he always woke up with a hard-on.  His hand crept down to his warm, erect flesh; and, as he gripped his pole,
he remembered the night before and began long, tight strokes.
*
     The three of them had been in the familyroom, watching TV, when their mother announced she was going up to bed.
     A few minutes later, Bobby went into the kitchen and returned with a beer for himself and a wine cooler for Amanda.  "Want a cooler, Munchkin?" he asked.
     Amanda looked up and smiled, "Sure!  I'd love one."
     Bobby twisted the top off and handed the bottle to his sister, "Just don't get sick."
     "Sick?  This isn't my first one, you know!"
     "Ooooo, excuse me!  I forgot.  You're such a big drinker."
     Amanda stuck her tongue out and took a big gulp of the cooler.  "Mmmm, good.  I hope there's more in there."
     In a few minutes, Bobby again returned from the kitchen with a beer and a cooler.  "Want to watch a video, Sis?"
     "Sure, Bobby, which one?"
     "Let's start with `Caddyshack.'"
     Several hours and coolers later, Bobby and Amanda sat on the sofa laughing through "Stripes" again.  Their father had come home, said `hi' to his two kids and headed up to bed.  It was late and, except for the TV, the house was quiet.  Bobby had a very nice beer-buzz going and Amanda was shit-faced.
     As the credits rolled, Bobby looked at Amanda and saw that she had nodded off.  He nudged her gently, "C'mon, Munchkin, time to go to bed."
     Amanda opened her eyes a slit, "G'way!"
     "Come on, Amanda.  I'll help you."
     "No!  I'll sleep here!" she grumped.
     Bobby zapped the TV off and bent to lift Amanda off the sofa.  As he did, he got another strong whiff of her perfume.  He couldn't get her to stand, so he picked her up in his arms.  She
felt light as a feather and as loose as a bag of potatoes - but looked a whole lot prettier.  He climbed the steps slowly and quietly made his way to the door of his sister's bedroom.  Not
wanting to be obvious, should mom or dad awake and find that he allowed his little sister to get drunk, Bobby quickly slipped into Amanda's room, gently lay her on her bed, closed the door,
and turned on the small reading lamp.
     He stood over the bed, looking at his exquisite little sister.  Her hair spilled onto her pillow and she snored quietly -- so pretty, so innocent, yet so damn sexy!
     Feeling his buzz drifting away, Bobby felt clear-headed.  His mind argued between just leaving Amanda the way she was to sleep it off, and `making her more comfortable' by undressing her.  Without too much of an internal argument, he decided to undress her.
     He started innocently enough, leaning over and pulling her socks off.  Then his impatience got the best of him.  He began unbuttoning her flannel shirt, his fingers feeling thick and clumsy as they fumbled with the buttons.  Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned and he held Amanda up from the bed so he could pull the shirt off her shoulder and arms.  He checked to make sure she was still sleeping and was relieved to see she was still soundly out.  She was wearing a white satin bra with soft cups and Bobby could feel his dick harden as he looked at his sister's white flesh swelling up and out the top of the cups.  He looked for a clasp on the front, but there wasn't one, so he had to lift her up again as he unclasp the bra.
     He gently lay her back on the bed and took a deep breath. If she woke up, now, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was doing.  He could have stopped with her shirt and jeans and threw
a nightie on her, but if caught now, he'd never be able to explain why he was taking her bra off.
     Committed to seeing his sister's tits, he slid the thin straps off her shoulders and arms and slowly lifted the soft cups away from the firm flesh.  His erection swelled to fullness as his eyes feasted on Amanda's perfect, full, round, firm mounds of tit-flesh.  The view had been worth the risk!  He immediately wanted to touch her breasts with his fingers and mouth but decided he better not.
     His hands returned to her waist, his eyes still glued to her tits.  He opened the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down.  He saw the hint of white covering her mound.  He went to
her feet and gently tugged the jeans off her rump and hips until they were off and joined the pile of her clothes on the floor.  Hesitating only slightly, Bobby curled his fingers in the waistband of her bikini panties and gently tugged them off.
     At last, she was naked!
     He stood there and tried to take it all in.  God, she was beautiful!  The face of an angel, that magnificent set of tits, a flat, firm stomach, a pretty little `inny' navel, sexy hips, and an almost-transparent covering of trimmed honey-blonde pubic hair over puffy and obviously pink pussylips.  Her legs were firm and shapely leading down to her petite feet and red-painted toenails.
     Eventually, he moved to her bureau and got a long t-shirt nightie.  He didn't want to cover her up, but he assumed she didn't sleep naked and if she woke up that way, she'd have a pretty good idea who made her like that.  But, still, he stood there, looking.
     Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached his hand down and gently brushed his palm over her right nipple.
     Immediately, her nipple crinkled and hardened and a tiny moan escaped her lips.
     Now, with no thought involved, Bobby knelt next to the bed and reached both hands up to cover his little sister's firm breasts.  She moaned louder as he cupped both breasts and rubbed
his thumbs over her nipples.  As he continued, she became more restless, moving her hips and legs, until Bobby was afraid she would wake up.
     Using his last ounce of will-power, Bobby quickly popped the nightie over Amanda's head and, with more than a little difficulty, threaded her arms through the short sleeves.  He pulled it down as far as he could and turned the light off and almost ran down the hall to his own bedroom.
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     Now, as he stroked his hard cock in the morning light, he thought about his sister's lush, sexy body.  Thoughts of his mother, naked except for black stockings, garterbelt and highheels intruded and expanded his fantasy as he felt his cum boiling in his balls, getting ready to explode out his dick.
     What a cum!
     Later, at breakfast, his sister and mother behaved perfectly normal, but Bobby had his own private thoughts about what sexy little sluts they both could be!
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