Mrs. Bloom




The Blooms lived next door and Mrs. Bloom was a very good friend
of mom. Their daughter was about my age but went to a different
school.

I rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, heard the doorknob
unlock. Mrs. Bloom opened the door and was a bit surprised to see
me.

"Hi Mrs. Bloom. Mom is not home. By any chance, did she leave the
keys with you or do you know where she has gone?"

"No Sean, she didn't leave the keys. But I remember, last week
she did tell me that she would be visiting an old friend of hers
who had recently come from Sweden."

"Oh, she never said anything to me."

"Hey, why are you standing at the door? Come in, come in." She
said.

I was grateful to be inside the house. It was so cosy inside. I
removed my jacket and as I was sitting down on the settee, Mrs.
Bloom disappeared in the kitchen and came back a few seconds
later carrying a large glass of milk and a plateful of biscuits.

"No Mrs. Bloom, I'm not hungry?"

"Shut up son and eat. I am also going to prepare dinner in a
couple of minutes. Who knows, when your mom will return?"

"Thanks," I muttered as I sipped the hot milk.

"So Sean, how are your studies going on? Rachita has been burning
the midnight oil regularly. After all, Eleventh grade is the
second most important year in a student's life."

"Where is Mr. Bloom?" I asked trying to avoid a boring
conversation regarding studies and exams.

"Oh, he has gone to Mumbai. He'll be returning next week."

Suddenly Rachita walked in. She was even more beautiful than her
mom who had been Miss Delhi in 1977 and a runner-up in Miss India
beauty contest the following year. While Mrs. Bloom was tall and
elegant standing 6'1, Rachita was 5'9 but was really hot and
buxom comapred to my 5'7.

"Hey Sean," she said surprised to see me. We had been really
close friends when we were kids but now rarely used to see each
other. But seeing her properly after a few years, I was really
smitten by her beauty and voluptuous figure. I had been in a
boarding school for the past four years and had come back a few
weeks ago after giving my Tenth standard examinations.

"Hi Rachita," I said standing up. To my delight, she was wearing
a sleeveless tank top and a really short skirt. I was even more
delighted to see that her arms and legs, despite their thickness
appeared toned and muscular. Her body was like that of a swimmer
or a short distance runner. I think, both mom and daughter knew
that I was checking her out.

"How are you. Long time, no see!"

"Yeah. I just returned, three weeks back."

"By the way, Belated Happy Birthday. I'm sorry, couldn't wish you
on Wednesday."

"Thanks." I suddenly remembered that I was only three months
older than Rachita.

After a while, Mrs. Bloom got up and went to the kitchen to
prepare dinner. I was really enjoying talking to Rachita. She was
not only beautiful, but also bright. I came to know that she was
an excellent tennis player. She was really excited when I told
her that I was one of the probable for the State Under Nineteen
Cricket Team and also was the youngest contender at sixteen years
of age.

"You know Sean, this is really unfair that Cricket hogs so much
of the limelight in our country. I read a couple of days back in
the newspaper that top Cricketers earn more than 20 million
dollars in a year. Next are field hockey players who can't even
manage a million."

"Well! I think the tennis players are earning pretty good these
days. Look at Paes, Bhupati and Sania Mirza!"

"All they earn is their prize money. Name one commercial you have
seen of Paes or Bhupati or even Sania?"

I wasn't in a mood to enter in an argument so I quickly changed
the topic. In a couple of minutes, Mrs. Bloom returned and asked
us to go to the dining room. Just as we were about to eat, the
phone rang. It was my mom. She was really sorry that she didn't
tell me that she would be coming in late. Then she asked Mrs.
Bloom if I could stay at their place, cause she will be spending
the night in her friend's house. Mrs. Bloom was happy to oblige.

After dinner, Rachita and I chatted for some time, while her mom
watched TV. At around 10, Rachita said that she was feeling very
sleepy since she hadn't slept at all last night. But before going
to bed, she kissed me lightly on my cheek. Anyway, I kept sitting
in the living room as Mrs. Bloom was still watching TV. Some
fifteen minutes later Mrs. Bloom returned to the living room. I
had never seen Mrs. Bloom's bare arms and was just a bit shocked.
They were milky white, but were thick and adorned with innumerous
veins running across her thick forearms. Her biceps looked
muscular and a single green vein ran across it from her broad
shoulders.

I was so mesmerized by her physique that I didn't even hear her
talking to me. "Hey Sean, are you OK. You look a bit pale."

"No ... no Mrs. Bicep ... I mean Mrs. Bloom. I am fine."

"I am sorry, I was so lost in those soaps. Will you be fine
sleeping here on the couch?"

"Sure, Mrs. Bloom."

We kept on talking for some time, when I excused myself and went
to the toilet. When I returned after a while, I noticed that Mrs.
Bloom had fallen asleep on the sofa itself.

I went and sat down on the adjacent couch. "Mrs. Bloom," I
whispered softly.

She was looking so gorgeous. Her face was one of the most
glamorous faces you would ever come across. Her neck was long but
extremely veined. Shoulders were broad and thickly muscled and
those arms were tantalizing muscular. Forearms were really thick
and veins were aplenty. Long, strong fingers and a slightly
bigger palm than mine completed the most impressive tableau.

"Mrs. Bloom." I whispered again.

"Yes, I am so sorry. I must have dozed off. Anyway, you must me
tired. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, Mrs. Bloom."

At around 1:30 am, I woke up. Feeling thirsty, I made my way to
the kitchen. Before going back to bed, I went to the bathroom as
well to take a leak. When I came back in the living room, I
noticed Mrs. Bloom lying down on my couch.

"Hey Mrs. Bloom. What are you doing here?"

"Shut up and come here." She said.

I was shocked at her tone, but made my way to the couch. As soon
as I came near her, she grabbed me with one of her muscular arms.
I didn't know what was going on. "Mrs. Bloom, are you
sleepwalking..." was all I could manage as she pulled me on top
of her. I fell face first on her hard, ruggedly muscular body.
She was lying on her back and I was lying right on top of her.
Her boobs felt so firm. She wrapped her sinewy arms around and
hugged me closer. I was being crushed against her body. "Mrs.
Bloom, yo.. you are h...hurting me."

"Oh, I am sorry Sean. I didn't know, you were so weak." She said,
mocking me.

As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, she put one of her large
palm on the back of my head, and pulled me face on to hers. Our
lips entwined ravenousely and she thrust her tongue right up to
my throat. Her lips were soft and so very red. After a couple of
seconds, she pushed me down so my face was being smothered
against her big breasts, while her arms grabbed my trackpants and
pushed them down.

I hadn't spoken a word but by the looks of my eyes, she could
guess that I wanted it as much as she did. Rest of the doubts
should have been dissipated once she felt my erect penis against
her mammoth thighs. She rolled me off of her and sat up on my
chest straddling me. Glibly, she removed her nightie  exposing
her strapon dildo and equally efficiently tor out her bra. Her
big, firm breasts were jutting out magnificently, dangling on my
face. I felt myself lifter a bit as she tore away my teeshirt.
Now both of us were only in our briefs. Actually, no. She wasn't
wearing panties to begin with. As I lifted my head, I saw her
strapon  for the first time. It was rubbing against my stomach.

She lowered herself so my face was being smothered by her boobs.
I started sucking them vigorously, and judging by her moans, I
knew, she was loving it. After a while, she rolled off me and
once again I was on top. I bent closer and continued licking and
sucking her breasts.

"sit on my lap me Sean." She shouted and I was concerned that she
would wake up her daughter, but she wasn't worried about it as
she continued moaning as i sat on her lap facing her. Her hands
gripped my butt from the sides as I lowered her dick into my
virgin ass  as she began to bounce me on her lap. It was no
surprise that my ass was tight.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted off of her. A strong hand
snaked around my neck and completely lifted my body from the
couch. It was Rachita. "You bastard, what are you doing?" She
screamed and slammed me on the sofa which was adjacent to the
couch. I was shocked by her strength and tongue-tied ofcourse,
waiting for Mrs. Bloom to explain.

Rachita looked at her mother angrily, who quietly got up and to
my dismay put on her nightie and left the room. I listened
intently as I heard her shutting her bedroom door. Rachita was
staring at me angrily.

Gingerly, I got up and picked up my pants from the couch, quickly
pulling them on. I didn't know what to do next. It was two o
clock, and if I decided to leave her house, I wouldn't have any
place to stay in the night. So I started waiting for her to
either leave the room or say something. After what seemed like
eternity, she sat down on the couch and started weeping. Again, I
didn't know what to do. I was afraid, that if I decided to
console her, she might become more angry. After a few seconds,
she looked up at me, tears flowing down her magnificent face .

