Chapter 49
Bernie and Robbie - July 4, 1989
Bernie's husband, Jon, was out playing golf with Vic Stephens, and she was both bored and alone. Val was out of town doing some shopping, and so Bernie settled down in a chair on her patio and poured a bottle of Heineken into a pint sized glass. She heard a lawnmower start up in the front yard and smiled.
Robbie,
she thought,
the kid with the terrific body. What was he now, eighteen? Jesus, he'll be going off to college soon
.
Bernie yawned, and several fillings were visible at the back of her mouth, and froth from the beer was on her lips. She was wearing small silver earrings in the shape of little rabbits, and peeking through the toes of her sandals were her toes, freshly painted with a pale, pink polish.
She was upset, for that morning on coming out of the shower she had noticed the first signs of varicose veins on her left leg. She had shuddered, thinking it resembled a long purple worm under her skin.
"I'm getting old," she said aloud, "Almost thirty, with a bad dye job; and a husband who would rather fool around with his best buddy than jump into the sack with me."
She finished off the Heineken, and was getting up to go inside for another when Robbie and the lawnmower turned the corner of the house.
Robbie was oblivious to the fact that her eyes were raping his young body. He was thinking about Marylou Mathews and the fact that she'd let him feel her tits the night before.
He was pulled away from his daydream by Bernie's hands waving in front of his face.
"Huh? Did I do something wrong, Mrs. Grunfeld?"
"Um, no, Robbie, I just wanted to know if you'd care for a soda, or a beer. I'm going to get one for myself, and thought you might like one too."
It was ninety-two degrees in the sun, and Robbie's taut body was covered with sweat. He nodded affirmatively, and Bernie nodded back and went for two beers.
Robbie shut the mower off and sat down at the table and stretched his legs out. He soon returned to his daydream about Marylou, only now they were in the backseat of his car, and she had taken his pecker out and was sucking him off.
He had a huge lump in his crotch when Bernie returned with the Heinekens. She handed him the beer and sat down next to him, unable to tear her eyes away from his bulging cock. Suddenly all she could think about was his cock and how it would feel inside her.
"I'll bet all the girls are chasing after you, Robbie," she said, mentally cursing herself for being so obvious.
"Naw, Mrs. Grunfeld, it ain't like that at all," he said shyly.
"What! I can't believe it," she replied then pushed the envelope further than she had dreamed she would by adding, "Why you've got the body of an Adonis. Surely the girls are attracted to you?"
"Well, I got a girlfriend. Marylou Mathews. Do you know her?"
"I think so," Bernie said. "Would her mother be Helen Mathews?"
"Yeah, that's them."
Bernie reached out and touched him for the first time. It was only his hand, but both felt the electricity of the contact.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to shock you."
"I wasn't shocked as much as surprised. I mean, like I'm all sweaty and all."
"I like sweaty men," Bernie said, finding her throat very dry, she forced herself to take a gulp of her beer.
"Mrs. Grunfeld, I... I better get back to mowing the lawn," he said nervously. Fearful of losing the opportunity to seduce him, Bernie gambled and asked, "Robbie, are you a virgin?"
"What... what are you asking a question like that for?"
"I'd just like to know," she replied, dropping her hand to his hardon and giving it a squeeze.
"JESUS, Mrs. Grunfeld...."
"Call me Bernie, when no one else is around. All right, Robbie?"
"All right," he said, his eyes darting in every direction.
"Well then, have you screwed Marylou?" Bernie inquired sweetly, while her finger insinuated itself through the leg of his shorts and began gently stroking the hard shaft within.
"Jesus Christ... Mrs. Grunfeld!"
"I'm sorry, that was rather personal, wasn't it?"
"Yeah... kinda," Robbie said, flushing. He smelled her perfume for the first time. It had a harsh, musky scent that he found he liked. Then he realized she had two or three more fingers on his leg... no, not his leg. They were gripping his cock.
Seeing the shocked expression on his face, Bernie pulled her hand out from his pant leg and sat back. She thrust her breasts out and asked, "Do you think I have nice tits, Robbie?"
"Oh, sure..." he said distracted from fully grasping her meaning. "Um, I think they're great!" he blurted. He was confused, and realized abruptly that he missed the feel of her fingers on his erection.
Bernie guided his hand under her T-shirt and up to her breast. When his trembling hand touched her boob Bernie would have sworn her pussy let go a flood of juice.
How long was it since I've been touched? Over a month? Jesus, it feels like years.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked, noting the quiver in her voice. He looked around making certain no one was looking, thinking it might be a practical joke.
"Well, Robbie?"
"Err, yes. Yeah, I would like to see them."
Bernie allowed herself a smile of relief. Robbie saw it as a smile of seduction. She raised her arms and her breasts flattened as she slowly peeled off her top. Her generous breasts spilled out into the sunlight, and a thin line of spittle found its way out of the corner of Robbie's mouth and trickled slowly down his chin.
Bernie laughed at his facial expression and the drool as it dribbled past the cleft in his chin. It was a pealing sound, like that of a doorbell.
"C'mere, Robbie," she moaned, and pulled his face into the valley between her soft, pillowy breasts.
Robbie failed to react and Bernie realized she had better become the instructor or risk losing him. Gently holding his head in her hands, she guided him to her left nipple and told him to suck. Having done essentially the same thing the night before with his girlfriend, he had no problem in doing so, and was gratified to hear Mrs. Grunfield moan happily.
"That's it, baby, suck that nipple all the way in. Um, now swirl that hot tongue of yours around it."
Robbie was into it now, licking and sucking for all he was worth.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned again. "I knew you'd...."
And a moment later. "YES! BITE IT! YES! HARDER! NOW BITE THE OTHER ONE!"
He quickly followed her instructions and almost brought her to a climax through his innocent breast play.
Feverish with desire to have his cock inside her, Bernie kissed him, sending her serpentine tongue cavorting into his mouth, leaving him stunned. Bernie ran her hand over his face and thought,
His skin was so soft! There isn't even a trace of stubble on his face. Kissing this teen was more than a little bit like kissing a girl, like Val back in college.
Her hand went to his crotch and gave his erection a light squeeze.
Oh, but this throbing boner in his shorts doesn't come with a girl. He's all boy... well, he's my not so little man.
"I..." was all he could manage when the short but explicit kiss ended.
"Another?" Bernie inquired with a lewd smile.
"Sure," he answered, and closed his eyes. He had never kissed a woman before, and somewhere in the midst of the second kiss, Robbie realized her hand was resting on his cock again.
"Is... is Mr. Grunfeld around?" he thought to ask before returning her kiss.
"No, he's out playing golf," she replied, almost testily. A moment later they were kissing again, and her fingers began to glide over his swollen, sexually aching bulge.
She broke the kiss and whispered into his ear, "Would you like me to teach you how to get Marylou to fuck you?" She didn't wait for a reply, knowing that the young man was incapable of reply. She kissed him again, and allowed her free hand to work its way across his smooth chest, reveling as the muscles tensed under the light pressure she brought to bear.
Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Bernie embraced him, squeezing him tightly, and flattening her tits against his chest. She sucked his tongue right out of his mouth, causing him to moan with the sudden, sharp slice of pain it caused.
"Inside..." she gasped after ending the kiss. "Hurry, let's get inside!"
They ran into the house, Robbie a step behind Bernie, and once inside she pushed him down onto the large leather couch across from the living room fireplace. Bernie couldn't stand it a second longer. Moaning out loud, she undid the buttons on his fly and jerked his shorts down. The head of his penis peeked shyly out at her from the waistband of his shorts. Bernie inserted her fingers in the waistband of his jockey's and yanked them down to his ankles.
His dick flopped out in all its glory, up-close and personal. Then she was staring at it. His was longer and thicker than her husband's. "You have a beautiful cock, Robbie," she told him. Actually he wasn't as big as some guys Bernie had been with, but she didn't give a shit about that: at that moment it just meant that it would be easier to fit it all in her mouth.
"You think?" was the best he could muster in response.
"I guarantee it. I guarantee that Marylou will want to suck the hell out of it after she sees it."
"You do?"
"I do.
Meantime, his cock had begun to ooze. "Oh, look," she breathed. "It's starting to leak. Does that mean you're going to shoot soon?"
"Hu... hu... hu... hu..."
Bernie translated that to "Yes."
"I know I want to taste it so bad that if you don't lean back and let me have some of it, I'll bite the motherfucker off just out of spite." She calmly opened her mouth very wide and sucked his glans into her mouth.
The effect on the kid was — cataclysmic. "Jesus Christ," the young man gasped, terrified that she might do exactly that. Bernie gave him no time to think otherwise, licking the length of his member from top to bottom. Robbie, never having had a blowjob before, went rigid and almost passed out from the sheer pleasure her mouth was bringing to him.
Bernie plunged down taking most of the long cock in one push. She moved her hand between his legs and felt his balls, then looked up at him with doe-like, innocent eyes, and said with a lewd smile, and swallowed him whole. His dick was red-hot and alive and thrusting in her mouth.
She exhulted,
