His face reddened, veins visible at his temples, eyes closed, and teeth clenched as Jim grunted, releasing a load of sperm onto a picture of an 18 year old vixen in the pages of the "Barely Legal" magazine that lay in front of him on his bedroom floor. The 57-year-old man lay back on his bed to catch his breath. He finally felt somewhat relaxed. His wife Anne and daughter Marie had left town for spring break to visit Anne's parents in Florida, leaving the undersexed Jim some privacy for a change. Not only was Anne growing more and more frigid as she grew older, but her schedule was consistent with her husband's leaving him little time to even gratify himself in his own home. The stocky built, muscular man reflected for a moment as his head rested upon his pillow. When he met Anne the two of them shared a vibrant sex life. She was a hot bodied, mammoth chested, golden haired prize when they began dating.
"How has it gotten to this point?" wondered Jim to himself. He now looked forward to showering every day because that, at the very least, left him with his one daily opportunity to stroke his deprived cock. "Well, no sense wasting my time thinking about it," Jim told himself, "I'm just gonna concentrate on enjoying the privacy I have this week." The moment Anne and Marie pulled out of the driveway that morning, Jim was on his way to pick up a few magazines to entertain himself with. Anne was quite disapproving of them, so his opportunities to peruse the pages, enjoying the pictures of the sexy, young women gracing the pages were few and far between. He was especially excited to look at the tight young bodies in the "Barely Legal" magazine.
Younger women, admittedly, were Jim's weakness. Both he and Anne were collage professors and on may occasions he had difficulty keeping his eyes off some of his female students, not to mention some of Marie's friends. Marie, who was 18 and a freshman at the university that they worked at, seemingly had an endless string of teenaged friends at their house swimming every day of the summer. Jim often found himself peering out the window at the girls when Anne wasn't around. He felt bad doing so, but he just couldn't help himself. "Plus," he thought, "there's no harm in looking and I would never even think of touching any of them, I am a married man."
As he began flipping through the pages of the magazine again, looking at the pictures of the exposed young pussies, his mind began to drift once again to Marie's friends. "I wonder if this is what their pussies look like?" he wondered. As the faces and bodies of her teenaged friends drifted through his mind he scanned a picture in front of him of an 19 year old blonde's pink pussy lips with the soft blonde hair of her pubic bush surrounding it. He began to feel a stirring in his groin again. All of a sudden he was awoken from his lusty thoughts by the sound of the doorbell downstairs. "Shit!" he exclaimed in an annoyed tone, "Who the hell can that be?" He finally had some valuable time to himself and he was already being interrupted. He quickly closed the magazine and shoved it under his bed. He stormed down the stairs and angrily swung open the door.
"Hey Mr. B!" It was his daughter's close friend and one of his students, Taylor. Jim's mood quickly changed from angered to cheerful. Taylor was one of his daughter's more attractive friends. But he wondered why she was here now. She had to have known that Marie would be away for spring break.
"Oh, hi Taylor! Nice to see you. What brings you here today? You know that Marie went to Florida for spring break don't you?" he questioned with a warm smile.
"Oh yeah, I knew that." She chirped with a smile of her thin pink lips, "But she and Mrs. B told me last week that since I had to work during spring break that if I wanted to come over at all this week to use the pool I had their permission. Is that okay with you?" Her gorgeous, large, dark, brown eyes stared up at him. Jim examined her eyes and the soft, flawless skin on her face.
"Yeah that's fine with me! C'mon in!" he said, dirty thoughts creeping into his mind. The 18-year-old girl was dressed in a pair of short, khaki, cotton shorts and a powder blue colored tank top, showing just a hint of cleavage. "You can get changed upstairs in Marie's room if you'd like." He suggested.
"Oh, thank you!" she said excitedly. She smiled at Jim and their eyes locked onto each other's for a fleeting moment before she headed up the stairs. She wore no make up and didn't need any either. She was naturally beautiful. Jim followed her up the stairs. He had the excuse that he was following her upstairs to be polite, but he knew that the truth of the matter was that he wanted to glimpse up the girl's shorts if possible as she climbed the stairs ahead of him. She entered the room to change, closing the door behind her. Jim, meanwhile, retreated to his room to make sure that his magazine was adequately hidden from view. A few minutes later Taylor emerged from the room. She was clad in a one-piece navy blue bathing suit. It was a modest suit, with a high neckline. Nothing revealing about it. But Jim still reveled in the sight of the girl's teenaged body clad in the tight bathing suit. "Are you going to come outside and go in the pool too?" she inquired innocently.
"Yeah, I don't see why not." He answered, "But I still have to change and do a few things inside first. I'll be out in about 15 minutes." He smiled warmly at her as his eyes quickly and lustily examined her shapely body.
"Cool!" she said joyfully and bounced down the stairs. Jim waited, heard the door to the backyard open, then close and he quickly entered his daughter's bedroom. He made his way over to the window and peered outside, watching as Taylor sat in a chair and applied sunscreen to her short, thick, toned legs. She was clearly an athlete of some form. As he glared lustily at the young girl he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Piled on his daughter's bed were the clothes that Taylor had just changed out of. He went over and carefully sorted through them. He lifted up her bra first. He held it to his nose, picking up the scent of perfume that she must've applied this morning. It was a lacey, white bra. It was simple enough, yet incredibly sexy to Jim. The handsome 57year-old man examined the tag. "36D" it read. He had suspected that her breasts were D cups. He had spent much time this past summer examining her perky young tits through her bathing suits, along with the other friends who Marie had over.
A few moments later he carefully put the bra back on the bed in it's original position and then proceeded to examine the crown jewel of his findings. He lifted up the skimpy pair of high cut, purple satin, bikini panties that rested on the bed. As he made his way back over to the window he lifted the panties to his nose. He inhaled and lustily reveled in the strong but sweet odor that the crotch of her panties gave off. As he did this he peered through the blinds as Taylor was wading into the pool, going no further than knee deep on the pool's steps. Jim continued to sniff the panties, also sucking lightly on the crotch, which he had discovered, were slightly moist already. He then adjusted them to sniff the full back of the panties, which covered Taylor's butt. They were virtually odorless. Jim smiled knowing that she must have a nice tight, clean anus made his cock hard he rubbing his cock on her wetness felt amazing good As he watched Taylor step back out of the pool and make her way back to the lounge chair he decided it was time to change into his own swimming suit and join her outside. A few minutes later he emerged from the house to the delight of the young woman.
"I was beginning to wonder where you were!" she said with a playful smile. Jim sat down next to her.
