Chaperone Makes Three

Penny was missing her fuck friend, Gavin, who hadn’t been around to please her for over a week. She was not in an exclusive relationship with him, so she could have gone in search of someone else for release, but she’d been so busy with classes and her job that there was little time left for any serious boy-hunting. And Gavin wouldn’t be back for another couple days.

Even now, with the hands on her watch crawling past seven-o-clock on a surprisingly slow Saturday evening, Penny was at work in a lingerie shop in the mall. The customers had been coming through steadily throughout her shift, but not in the numbers she was used to. It probably had something to do with the near-blizzard conditions outside that had been coming and going since before the weekend.

Penny had just finished helping a customer when Sharon, the bitch assistant manager, snuck up behind her. Sharon was only 42, but she seemed much older. Not because she looked old, but because she tried so hard to succeed at the impossible task of looking 20. Collagen, a little plastic surgery, and a bad taste in clothes and make-up did help make her look attractive, but only attractive for someone who appeared to be in her late fifties, and anorexic. The one thing that was undoubtedly immature about Sharon was her attitude. She yielded power like a reckless teenager, and held grudges as badly as any junior high school girl.

Quite opposite of the bitch was Penny, who was no size two, or even a four, but carried the little extra weight she did have as good as anyone could. Her natural Ds looked prime to burst from the low-cut top she wore, and, this being a lingerie store, having the lacy trim of her crimson bra showing from beneath her top and framing her generous cleavage was by all means acceptable. There wasn’t a client who met Penny that didn’t steal a glance at her expertly displayed chest, man or woman. Her very plump, round ass would also get high marks, for it was consistently wrapped up in tight slacks or, as was the case today, a black mini-skirt. Penny was a little shorter than average, but nobody seemed to have trouble meeting her deep blue eyes. She had an adorable smile that was rarely missing, and her long, blonde hair was thick and lustrous.

It was probably this natural beauty that made Sharon hate Penny from day one, and Penny wasn’t the only person who suspected that.

“Penelope,” Sharon spat, using her full name like always, in some failed attempt to make Penny feel small. “There are two children in dressing room 7. Go take care of it.”

The command was generic and concise because Sharon, in order to say as little as possible to those she loathed, which was most employees, spoke in code. “Children” meant that two people, whether they were sixteen or sixty, had entered a dressing room. One of these “children” was a male, and one was a female (and in the case that two females went in, they were referred to as “little girls”). “Go take care of it,” meant that Sharon believed there was some hanky-panky going on, or that there soon would be, and someone was going to have to ask one or both customers to leave the store. And today, Penny was that someone.

Sharon was too full of herself to believe Penny would not do as instructed, so once the command was given, she went back to the sales floor. Penny headed to dressing room 7.

Dressing room number 7 was notorious for “children” and “go take care of it” orders because of its distance from the other dressing rooms. There were seven in all, and while the first six lined a hall with three on each side, seven was at the back of the hall, alone, and around a little corner. It was also larger than the other rooms, and because of the position of the overhead speakers, the music that played, even when at lower volumes, helped drown out sounds from room 7 more than from any of the other six.

Rumor was that it had once been a storage closet. Other rumors were that Sharon was pushing for it to return to a storage closet. Until that happened, there would likely always be couples going in room 7 together, utilizing it’s seclusion and size to help them fulfill a fantasy of doing something naughty in a public place while wearing lingerie they didn’t even own. Penny had considered buying some of the undergarments that were often left in room 7 and selling them over the Internet to horny teenagers and single loners desperate for a sniff of pussy.

Penny stood outside the curtain and listened, hearing whispers and nervous giggles. One of the whispers was definitely male.

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked politely.

Dead silence was her response, and then a young girl’s voice replied, “No. Uh, thank you.”

Yeah right, Penny thought. Did they really think she was that stupid?

“Okay,” she said, trying to hold back her smile so she sounded more professional and serious. “I just thought you should know we have a policy against couples being in the dressing rooms unsupervised. Can you open the curtain please?”

Penny thought she’d get an “Okay, just a minute,” as they hurried to compose themselves, but instead the curtain swung open right away, and a beautiful young woman was instantly in her face. The poor girl looked terrified.

“Okay, okay, please,” the girl whispered, grabbing Penny’s arm and pulling her closer, drawing her into the room. The girl’s eyes shifted nervously from Penny to down the hall at the entrance to the dressing room area. “We’re not doing anything. I mean, we haven’t done anything yet.”

Before she knew what was going on, Penny found herself fully in room 7 with the couple, and the girl was closing the curtain.

“Did you see my mom out there?” the girl asked, frightened nearly to tears. “She has a black sweater on and a bag from Macy’s.”

Penny didn’t know how to react. “Um…no. I don’t think so…”

“So she didn’t send you?”

“No, miss. The manager—”

“Oh, thank God,” the girl sighed, and she collapsed onto a chair in the corner of the five by six room.

There was a moment of silence, and Penny took the time to study the couple. She recognized them at once. Both had purchased things here before. The girl was actually a once a month regular, while the guy had just stopped in a few minutes ago for some perfume. Having rung up credit card purchases from both of them, she knew they were both 18, so at least they weren’t actually children. Still, Penny herself was 18, though these two looked much younger. Apparently life experience really does make a difference.

The guy hadn’t said anything yet, but looked guilty as hell standing in the corner, hands crossed over his crotch, obviously hiding an erection. He was fully dressed—even his heavy winter coat was still on, but that didn’t mean his zipper hadn’t come down yet. He was thin and tall, probably average height for a guy his age, and he avoided all eye contact. He was clean-cut and cute, but evidentially very shy. This was not a troublemaker, but a kid who found himself a little in over his head.

The girl had that same vibe. She didn’t look like a horny slut looking to score in the dressing room for the twentieth time. She seemed like she would be a very sweet person, and her conservative clothes, all of which were still on, helped punctuate that image. She was an inch or two taller than Penny, and very thin, but not sickly like the bitch Sharon. Not that such things were indications of bad people, but neither of them had any visible tattoos or piercings. Penny didn’t feel that they were here for some grand sexual adventure, and she was right.

“We really didn’t do anything,” the girl said, almost in tears again. “We were just going to…we’ve been dating for a really long time, but our parents have always been with us. I mean, we’ve only kissed with tongues like ten times. It’s awful. And then he went away to college, and this is the first time we’ve seen each other in over a month…”

Penny felt terrible for them. She knew what it was like to be a victim of such sexual repression. Her parent’s had been the same way. Fortunately, Penny had a big sister to help her learn to sneak around and have fun anyway, but apparently these two didn’t have that kind of assistance. And the resulting problem with suffocating your kids was evident here: all three of them were eighteen, but Penny was the only mature adult.

“And your parents are with you now?” Penny asked.

“Our moms are,” the girl said. “That’s what makes it all so hard. Our parents are best friends. If we’re together, then they come along. But we managed to get permission to walk around together, and so we came here to…well…”

Penny nodded. “I understand.”

“Penelope?” It was bitch Sharon’s voice, and she was right outside. “What’s going on in there?”

Penny had a very sinister thought, then gave a friendly smile to the couple. “Give me one second. Just bear with me.” She then threw open the curtain.

Sharon was startled, perhaps more so by the fact that everyone had their clothes on, and there was no indication of any wrong-doing.

“Everything is fine here, Sharon,” Penny grinned, putting the emphasis on ‘Sharon’. She knew Sharon demanded to be called by her last name and title. But if Penny were too nice, Sharon would think something was up. “These two clients are very interested in a few of our newer lines, and they asked me to help them find what they needed.”

Sharon pulled Penny aside and whispered in her ear, though she made sure her voice was still loud enough for the couple to hear.

“They look a little young, don’t they?”

“They’re both 18,” Penny confirmed. “And they have money to spend.” This time Penny put the emphasis on money, indicating to Sharon that these two “children” had loaded parents who gave generous allowances.

“Obviously their parents wouldn’t want to be using that money on lingerie,” Penny continued, “so they came back here so they won’t be seen. So we can do business without having to worry about being exposed on the sales floor.”

It was a genius move. Though a bitch, Sharon was not a prude. She didn’t care if these two had sex—she just didn’t want it in her store. So selling them lingerie was by all means acceptable. And the fact that Sharon was a greedy cunt who would sell air to homeless people if she could find an assistant to do the dirty work didn’t hurt, either. If helping these kids sneak lingerie past their parents meant money in the register, she was all for it.

And Penny knew this. And Sharon knew that Penny knew this. There was no need for further debate.

“Take your time,” Sharon said, then gave a fake smile to the couple and walked away.

Once the bitch was out of sight, Penny walked back into the room and closed the curtain

“All right,” she said, smiling. “I bought you maybe fifteen minutes. But whatever you do, you’re going to have to be quiet, and…well…I’ll have to be in here with you. I can turn around and face the corner so I don’t see anything, but I can’t plug my ears because I have to listen in case the manager comes back.”

Penny knew it wasn’t the best opportunity, but is was all she could manage. This couple obviously wanted to be alone for some real exploration, but they wouldn’t do it with a stranger in the room with them. Penny figured, since even kissing would be a big deal, that they would just make out for a couple minutes and maybe a little groping. She sensed their initial disappointment and hesitation, but she also saw how grateful they were for her help.

Since the initial plan didn’t actually include trying anything on, the girl had simply grabbed a pair of panties and a bra and brought them in, not even checking the size. But for the charade to work, they would need more garments—and more expensive garments—than those two pieces. She explained this, then grabbed the guys’ hand and led him out of the room. From this point on, the two could never be fully alone, or Sharon would notice.

Penny took the kid quickly through the store, picking up several garments along the way. She asked the guy, who told her his name was Kevin, what he liked and didn’t like, what colors his girlfriend liked, etc. etc. She also grabbed a catalogue, which, if Sharon believed they were looking through it, would buy them a little extra time. When Penny and Kevin returned to room 7, she gave the pile of lingerie to the girl, who introduced herself as Beth.

Though Penny could have gotten away with chaperoning Kevin and Beth as she changed in front of him, she decided to keep Kevin outside at first. She figured that he’d never seen Beth naked, and it would be sexier if the first time he saw her like that, she was wearing something special and taking it off for him. So she had him wait outside, but went in herself to help Beth with the first lingerie she’d probably ever worn.

With a little prodding, Penny helped Beth decide to go all out: a sexy but playful blue miracle bra for Beth’s already full, C-cup breasts, and a matching blue garter belt and stockings. The color went great with Beth’s blue eyes, which were almost the exact shade as Penny’s, and it provided a nice contrast with her long, dark brown hair. Anyone would look good in this getup, but Beth would be a knockout. Penny was not a lesbian, but she found herself very excited to this pretty young thing trying the outfit on.

Beth removed her coat, shoes, and socks, then pulled off her sweater, revealing those lush breasts already looking wonderful in a generic beige bra. She had a flat tummy and beautiful, ivory skin; things most girls would envy, even someone as comfortable with themselves as Penny was.

Next, Beth wriggled out of her jeans, and Penny was impressed by how good her hips and ass looked, even in a bland pair of panties. It was going to be simply incredible when she was wearing no panties at all, just the blue garter belt. This was not sexual lust Penny was experiencing, but merely feminine admiration. Beth was girl who could be as sexy as the models whose pictures were plastered all over the store, but she didn’t need the make-up, the airbrushing, or the expensive underwear to do it.

As she undressed, Penny gave her a few helpful tips on love-making, and among them was this gem: “If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off.” Beth laughed nervously.

Standing there half naked, Beth hesitated when she reached behind to unclasp her bra, and Penny suddenly realized why. She turned around and faced the corner, allowing her client to fully disrobe. It would only take Beth a few seconds to put on the bra and stockings, and then Penny could help her with the garter belt.

Outside, Kevin paced impatiently, always checking over his shoulder to see if his mom was poking her head in. So far, so good. On the other side of the curtain, things had been quiet, and then…

“Kevin, you can come in,” came Beth’s voice. The curtain opened, Kevin stepped in, and the curtain closed again behind him.

His jaw about hit the floor. His innocent little Beth had never looked sexier. Her cleavage was deep and exaggerated by her bra, which only seemed to hold about half of her large breasts. Her excited nipples were apparent as they poked from under the fabric. Her stockings made her legs seem like they went on forever, and the garter belt added a particularly exciting sexuality to the moment. The blue drew his eyes to the garments, but the white of her skin drew it back to her. It was a sensual overload.

Kevin had seen Beth in a two-piece swimsuit once before, but this was different. First, his parent’s weren’t at the pool with them, and second, he knew he could, and would, touch her this time. His penis felt hot as it grew hard and massive. And this was before he even registered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. His eyes had been so busy taking everything in at once, that he unintentionally skipped over the little dark patch of hair between her legs. Once he identified it, though, Kevin just about lost his mind, and his load.

“Holy shit!” he whispered excitedly.

Penny was beside Beth, happily watching his reaction. She was amazed that this shy girl was being so cool about being half naked with a stranger in the room, but apparently that’s what happens when someone gets horny enough. Nothing else matters.

But something did matter, because neither Kevin nor Beth had yet to make the next move. They didn’t know what to do, and just stood there, smiling like dope heads at each other. Both of them were visibly shaking, and Beth must have been dizzy, because she grabbed the wall for support.

“You can kiss, now,” Penny whispered, hoping they hadn’t fallen into respective comas.

“You look so beautiful,” Kevin stammered. Beth blushed.

Then Kevin stepped to her, placed his trembling hands just above her hips, and held her gently against him. They kissed, lightly on the lips at first, but it quickly grew into a fierce wrestling of tongues until soon they were practically mauling each other. Like any inexperienced kissers, they were not quite in sync, and bumped noses often, but their tongues never stopped touching. Their animal lust was finally being released.

Penny found herself in a trance as she watched them, remembering what it was like to kiss like that for the first time. Her own nipples were hardening, and she felt moistness between her legs. It never occurred to her to look away to the corner, and her new friends were too busy to ask her—If they even remembered she was there.

Penny watched as the couple’s hands explored each other excitedly, finally settling on each other’s asses. Kevin squeezed Beth’s sexy cheeks, spreading them, and she ground her hips against him in response. As promised, they were being quiet, but they were also breathing heavily, bordering on hyperventilating, when Kevin finally broke the silence.

“Can I lick you down there?”

Beth couldn’t find the words to answer, so she just smiled and nodded. Penny was still too engrossed to look away. She couldn’t believe they were doing this with her right there. They paid her no attention, as if she didn’t even exist, and yet they were only a foot and a half away. Forget moist. Penny was dripping with excitement.

Beth sat down in the chair and gingerly spread her legs, granting access to her furry pussy. Kevin kneeled at the foot of the chair and put his hands on her thighs, curling his fingers under the edge of the stockings. Penny watched, unblinking, as he then leaned forward and gave Beth’s muff a tender kiss. Beth reacted instantly, her body jerking and stiffening. Penny did the same, and she discovered that her hand was inadvertently touching her own chest.

Next, Kevin slipped a hand in beside his face and, as his tongue grew bolder and began licking Beth’s wet lips, one of his fingers began gently probing between them. Beth began gasping for breath as she writhed in the chair, finding it impossible to keep from moving her legs, her arms, her hips. She gripped the arms of the chair so tightly the wood could have splintered, and her teeth threatened to do the same thing to each other as they mashed together.

Penny knew she shouldn’t be watching, but they hadn’t asked her to stop, and she had no intention of doing so until they did. Her own breathing was more than irregular, and she undid the top two buttons of her blouse to try and cool herself down. Her breasts, though still contained in the bra, were pushing further through her blouse and into view. Needless to say, undoing a couple buttons didn’t help, as it only made her hotter knowing that more of herself was revealed to the strangers, had they cared to look.

Back at the chair, Kevin was licking Beth even more eagerly, though he had seemed top have given up using his finger. His other hand, meanwhile, was cupping Beth’s right breasts and squeezing. Penny, aware of the time that had passed and the little that would be left before Sharon became suspicious, decide to help him along.

Roger could not look me in the eyes. In a stern tone I said, “Roger, come with me and don’t say a word.”

I took him by the upper arm and guided him down the hall to my bedroom. The only sound came from my high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I placed him in the middle of the room and instructed him, “Don’t move.” The lights were low and a few candles around the room were burning. Roger didn’t notice because he was so scared.

“Roger, what is wrong with you?” I blurted. I started walking around him and checking him out. Roger had a tight little ass.

I grilled him. “Roger, was this your first time in my room today?”

Roger, without looking me in the eye said, “Yes.”

From behind him, I whispered, “Don’t lie Roger or it will be worse for you. I know everything.”

I lowered my voice and whispered, “Roger, was this your first time in my room today?”

Meekly, he whispered back, “No.”

“Roger, what were you doing in my bedroom this morning?”

“Nothing.”

I whispered back, “Roger, did you spy on me in the bathroom?” When he didn’t answer, I asked again.

Roger looked down and timidly said, “Yes.”

“Roger was that the first time you saw me naked?” I asked.

“No,” he responded. Roger’s eyes caught my legs peeking out of the opening in my wrap around dress as I circled him.

While walking around him, I said, “Roger, I know you have been going through my underwear. What will your parents think? What will they say when they find out you have been peeking at my naked body when I take a shower? What will Tom say when he finds out you have been masturbating while thinking of his mother’s naked body? What will he say when he sees your collection of pictures?”

Roger looked shocked and turned red. He blurted out, “I am so sorry. It will not happen again. Please do not tell anyone. Please!”

I responded, “Roger, I want to help you.”

Poor Roger was panicking. He had no idea what was going to happen. I gave Roger some of my wine to ease his troubles. I explained the seriousness of the situation and spent the next few moments making Roger understand how bad it would be if anyone discovered what he had done. Roger was still standing in the middle of the room with his head hung in shame.

“Roger, if you tell me all of the truth, maybe you won’t be punished. Will you tell me the truth?”

“I promise.”

“Roger, are you going to tell anyone about seeing me naked?”

“No. Absolutely not. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Roger, do you like seeing me naked? Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, you’re beautiful,” he responded.

“Why do you keep trying to see me naked? Why do you have so many pictures of me?”

“I can’t help it. I think about you all of the time. I try to stop but I find myself being drawn to you and trying to see more of you.”

“Roger, do want me to remove my dress right now? Do you want to see me naked again?” I asked.

Roger looked me in the eyes hopefully and hesitantly nodded yes.

I asked, “Are you sure?”

Roger hesitated and whispered, “Yes.”

I reached for the long tie that held my black wrap-around dress closed. His eyes followed my hands as I untied the side of my dress and let it slowly fall open. The black dress unwrapped and fell to my sides. The body he had lusted for was now naked in front of him. I was wearing a black lace half bra with violet satin trim and a matching thong. The half bra supported the bottom of my breasts and left my nipples fully exposed, puffy and erect. It was as if my breasts were on a lace-serving tray and I was offering him dinner.

“Is this what you wanted to see, Roger?” I asked as his hungry eyes devoured me.

I loved the lust in his eyes. I let the black dress slide from my shoulders and spill to the floor around my feet. Roger had waited so long for this moment. He clearly was not wearing underwear, because I could see his engorged dick straining against his sweat pants. I stepped forward and got down on my knees in front of him.

Without a word, I grabbed his old gray sweat pants at the knees and slowly pulled them down over his hips. He didn’t move as the waistband descended along his ass and revealed his pubic region. His erect penis strained against the elastic waist and then it popped free and bounced in front of my face. His hard cock was beautiful. It was thick, long and curved upward. The head was slightly larger than the shaft and begged to be sucked. I smiled because his cock was better than I imagined.

“Roger, do you ever think about me sucking your dick when you masturbate?” I purred.

I grasped the shaft of his penis and he silently watched my hand with bright red nails slowly stroke up and down along the shaft. The head of his circumcised cock grew bigger and redder. My manicured hand looked so little around his cock.

“Do you Roger?” I whispered. I looked up into his dark brown eyes and placed the head of his penis into my mouth.

Roger moaned, “Oh god, yes.”

As my full red lips surrounded his dick, Roger closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I started sliding his entire dick into my warm moist mouth. He put his hand behind my head and guided his thick dick between my lips. I enjoyed giving him a blow job as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. His fingers caressed my hair as I reached the tempo he enjoyed. A low moan escaped his lips as I slipped his cock down my throat and back out again.

I was on my knees in front of my Roman god with one hand squeezing his ass and the other feeding his dick into my hungry mouth. He slowly stroked his penis in and out of my mouth and I sucked him with passion. I had waited too long for this moment. I ran my hand up his firm torso and felt each muscle as I continued to suck him. I reached up and twisted his nipple as I swallowed his whole dick again. He was groaning and his legs were shaking.

I released his dick from my mouth and whispered, “Do you promise not to tell a soul about us?”

Roger still had his eyes closed as he groaned, “I promise. I won’t tell anybody. I have waited so long for you. Please don’t stop.”

“Roger, are you sure?”

“I promise not to tell a soul.”

While looking at his closed eyes, I returned my red lips to his dick and sucked him for everything I was worth. Poor Roger, within a minute, exploded and his warm sperm spurted down my throat. I couldn’t swallow fast enough but I made sure to get every drop as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. He kept stroking his penis into my mouth while my tongue twirled around the head of his throbbing penis. Roger’s knees started to buckle. His exhausted dick was still in my mouth with his hands locked behind my head. He slumped down on the thick carpet and pulled me down on top of him.

I was not done yet. I continued to suck his beautiful cock. I was on my knees above him as he toyed with my nipples. My head bobbed up and down on his dick. My breast swayed underneath me as I continued to suck his flaccid cock. His fingers slid down to my wet pussy as my tongue swirled around his dick head. It felt so good to be finally touched. I shuddered and moved my hips against his fingers. Slowly and surely, Roger’s dick came to life as I continued to suck his little monster. His shaft grew thick and long. I love youth.

Before anything else could happen, I had Roger get up and sit in my comfortable boudoir chair. I tore off the rest of his old clothing and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His cell phone rang so I turned it off and placed it on my vanity. I wasn’t going to let anything interrupt us now. Then, I straddled him and sat on his lap. My naked ass felt good against his muscular thighs.

“Roger, are you happy now? Will you keep sneaking around and spying on me?” I asked.

Roger responded with a mischievous grin, “I can’t stop now!”

I smiled. His eyes were on my breasts snuggled into my black shelf bra. His cock was nestled between us and I started to grind my pussy against his erect member. With my pussy, I pressed his cock against his stomach. My pussy lips fit perfectly along his shaft and we continued our dry hump while staring in each other’s eyes. With each rub, my clit grew more sensitive and his cock grew bigger. Roger just smiled at me, grabbed my waist and quickened the pace of my pussy grinding against his cock.

While still looking into my eyes, he lowered his mouth and started to feast on my nipples. My nipples ached and grew at his touch. I put my hand behind his head and moved his mouth from nipple to nipple. My pussy was soaked and I needed relief.

I whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, Roger. Please fuck me.”

He stopped sucking my tits and looked me in the eyes as his hands grabbed each side of my black lace thong. He smiled and started pulling on each side of the flimsy material. His lips touched mine as I heard the thong tear and fall off my body. He threw the useless thong into the middle of the room. Out hips never lost momentum. My wet pussy rubbed against his rock hard cock as his tongue toyed with mine.

I whispered into his ear, “Fuck me. I am yours.”

Without any effort, he picked me up by my waist. I reached down between us. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and guided his cock into my swollen pussy as he lowered me onto his lap. I was so wet. His dick just slipped into my cunt with ease and filled me. I closed my eyes because I felt so good.

Roger whispered, “Do you like fucking me, Annie?” and he started kissing me again. I could only nod my head yes. It was a nice deep kiss.

“Annie, I have wanted to fuck you since I first met you. You are so sexy. I have followed you, spied on you and touched you. I am going to fuck you until you can’t take it again. You have been teasing me for years and now, I am fucking you.”

I loved hearing him talk dirty to me. He started fucking me hard for teasing him so much. Three slow strokes followed by two quick jabs. He maintained this pattern. I don’t remember anything being so good or lustful. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust of our hips. I had sweat dripping down the side of my head from all of my exertion. I could not imagine a better fuck. I was holding the back of the chair with one hand and the other hand was around his thick neck. I could hear the chair creak from our passion as I tried to keep our tempo.

I pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. He smiled and bent his lips to my swollen nipples and then ran his tongue around the exposed flesh of my breasts. He thought he was in control now but I would change that soon. With my feet flat on the ground, I started rising up and sliding back down on this throbbing cock. Up and down. Slowly and then quickly. I loved how his penis felt sliding in and out of me. Roger reached behind and removed my bra. His eyes watched my breasts move up and down with each new thrust.

Our kisses grew deep and passionate. I felt like he wanted to taste me and I knew I wanted to taste him. I kissed any bare skin I could reach as I slid up and down on his lap. The salt from his sweat was delicious. Our intense kisses made my lips swollen and bruised. Roger sucked hard on my nipples while he pushed down on my lower back so he would slip deeper inside me. My diamond necklace bounced between my breasts as his hips moved faster. The necklace was a gift from an old boyfriend. He never got as far with me as Roger is right now.

I changed my pace to match his moans. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other as I rode him. Impaled on his thick shaft, I decided this was the best fuck of my life. Without stopping, I started to have a long deep orgasm. Anyone in the house could hear me moan. I kept shaking as I rose up on his dick and plunged back down. This was not love; this was lust. His hands fondled my breasts when he wasn’t grasping my hips so his cock would not escape my pussy. He slammed his groin into mine as our thrusts met.

You could hear how wet I was when he slipped back into me. As I slid down on his dick, I noticed his hands were no longer controlling me but he was just holding on and I was fucking him. I was in control again. Shortly, Roger started to cum and I could feel his sperm fill my pussy and flow out when I plunged down on his dick one last time. Each spurt prolonged my orgasm. His body jerked in spasms as a groan escaped his lips. Roger’s orgasm faded.

Sadly, I felt his cock soften and slide out of me. He rested his head against my shoulder and went limp. I wanted him again but I had worn him out so I dragged him to his bed and soon he fell asleep. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen for some more wine. Sitting in the dark, I started thinking about the day’s events. Roger had shown me more attention than any man before him had and that made me want him even more.

The summer was ending soon and the boys would go away to school. I already felt the pain of separation. In the weeks that followed, things got out of control but I have not stopped it yet. I do not want to stop.

The next day, something woke me up very early. I lay there and listened but nothing happened. My naked body felt good rolling around in the bed after being screwed so well last night. The sun had just risen and I wanted to go back to sleep. My thoughts drifted to the previous evening and I started feeling guilty.

I had just seduced and fucked my son’s best friend and all I could think about was doing it again. He was incredible, but I felt a little remorse about sleeping with Roger. What would happen if my son found out? What would Roger’s parents say if they found out? I had let things get out of hand. It was my fault. He couldn’t help himself. His hormones were going off and I kept teasing him. What was I thinking? Of course, something was going to happen.

I reached down, stroked my clit and thought about Roger fucking me in the chair last night. I wondered if I could sneak into Roger’s room for a quick fuck before my son came home. That seemed so risky so I reached over to the night table, removed my purple dildo and turned it on. It was thin with a big oval head bent at an angle to give easy access to my g-spot. It was my favorite. I was so horny it slipped into my pussy easily. I closed my eyes and started replaying the previous night’s events. Roger was a great fuck. I started stroking the dildo in and out of my wet little pussy while thinking about him.

Then I heard it. Someone was yelling and screaming at Roger. I heard the front door slam and I started to panic. Did someone know? What if Roger’s parents found out I fucked him? What could I possibly say? I heard the muffled sounds of Roger’s voice. The noise got louder as it came down the hall. I turned off the vibrator and slipped it under the pillow just as the bedroom door burst open. I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself.

Everything was a blur. Amy, Roger’s girl friend, stood in front of me crying. I could not make sense of what she was saying but it looked like she had been crying all night. Amy sat down on the edge of my bed. I felt ill. What had I done?

“Is it true, Mrs. Applethorpe?” cried Amy.

“Is what true?” I hesitantly answered.

“Was Roger here all night?”

I meekly responded, “Yes.”

“Are you saying Roger wasn’t with some slut last night? He had to be.”

Annie burst into tears and threw her arms around me. Roger entered my bedroom and I gave him a questioning look.

Roger looked down and started to explain. “I am sorry, Mrs. Applethorpe. I was supposed to pick Amy up after work, but I forgot. She had to walk home because her parents are in Europe. Now, she thinks I am going out with someone else. Can you tell her I was here all night?” Roger sat down on the bed and put his arm around Amy to sooth her. Amy brushed off his arm and leaned away from him and into me. I held Amy and wiped away the tears.

Amy interrupted and started to get up, “I kept calling him all night and he never answered. I know he was out with some fucking whore!” She turned to Roger, “Who is she Roger? You tell her she is a fucking slut!” She pushed Roger away.

I pulled Amy back down and hugged her. “Amy, Roger was here all night. He must have forgotten. This is all just a big mistake,” I assured her.

Amy kept crying and hugged me, while Roger stood in the middle of the room. I felt so guilty. I was the whore she was worried about sleeping with Roger. I remember the phone ringing right after I had sucked Roger’s balls dry. She was walking home in the dark while I was sliding up and down on Roger’s shaft. I felt horrible.

I tried to sooth her, “Amy everything is all right. Roger is still your boyfriend and he would be stupid to give you up.”

Amy’s face rested on my shoulder as she cried. I looked over at Roger and he was staring at my chest. The sheet had slipped down and my breast was exposed. The dog! He did not have much to risk. He would be envied as a young stud while the community, Roger’s parents, Amy and my son shunned me. I had a lot to lose. I covered myself and looked around the room for something to wear. I realized Roger’s shirt, shoes and sweat pants were still lying around the room from last night.

I quickly pointed to his clothes and told Roger, “Go get us a cup of coffee while I talk to Amy.”

Amy buried her head into my neck as Roger picked up his clothes behind her and quickly snuck out of the room and shut the door behind him. I wanted to vomit. I held Amy and soothed her. After a while, she stopped crying and said, “I am so sorry for busting into your room like this. I did not know what else to do. Roger is such a bastard. I did not get any sleep and no one is home. My parents are still in Europe.”

I stroked her back and rocked her as the low sad sobs kept escaping from her soul. I whispered to her, told her it was fine and assured her that everything would work out between Roger and her. She then looked up at me with her big blue eyes and asked, “Can I sleep here? I am so tired.”

“Yes,” I responded. What else could I say?

I then asked her to get me a robe. She then noticed the candles, my dress on the floor, my half bra on the chair and my thong in the middle of the room. She smiled and said, “It looks like you had fun last night. Big date?” My heart stopped, but I brushed it off.

Amy handed me the robe and stood watching me. Amy was wearing a white gypsy skirt with a little white T-shirt that showed off her 1-carat diamond in her navel. I slipped out of the sheets and got into the robe quickly. Amy excused herself and asked to take a shower. I showed her where everything was and turned on the shower. Amy talked about being so embarrassed about this morning and apologized. I kept busy so she could not see how embarrassed I was about the previous night.

Amy slipped her skirt off her narrow hips and down her long shapely legs. She let it drop to the ground and stepped out of it while she pulled her T-shirt over her head. She then pulled off her little lace boy shorts and stepped into the shower. I admired Amy’s body while we spoke. Amy had small breasts and perky little pink nipples. She always looked cold. I was amazed. There wasn’t any fat on her body. Her muscles were toned and her skin was pale white without a single flaw or blemish. She stayed out of the sun because of so much ballet. Her waist length blonde hair matched the sparse pubic hairs between her legs. Roger was lucky.

I was lucky. Amy almost caught us. I needed to stop messing with Roger and let him spend time with a sweet little thing like Amy. I stood in the bathroom door listening to her discuss Roger and how much she loved him. She had a round little ass and a thin waist with long legs. How could Roger not want this girl? She was the same age and they could have a future together. She needed to screw Roger before he got away. Roger needed to focus his energies on Amy instead of me.

While she was lathering up her body, I created a plan. I placed her clothes in my hamper and pulled out a new nightgown I had just purchased. Roger was going to see it on her instead of me. I quickly put on my black sweats, brushed my hair and teeth. I was ready to leave. When Amy was done with her shower, I gave her the short black nightgown and told her to take a nap and I would have Roger bring her some hot cocoa.