EVERYONE IN THIS STORY ENGAGING IN SEX IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.
(It is essential you read part one to fully understand part two)
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"Henry... do you think that Billy seems to act a bit peculiar when he and Cassie came home tonight, or should I say this morning?"
"Peculiar? I'm not sure I understand what you mean by peculiar, Bella."
"Well... When I asked Billy if everything went as expected at the Homecoming Dance, he just pulled at his tie, mumbled his goodnights, and quickly rushed to his room."
"It could be like Cassie said, he is worn out from a bustling night and needs his rest. Why don't you wait until Billy gets up later in the day and address the situation then? There's no need to jump to any conclusions."
"I'm not jumping to conclusions. I made a simple observation and wondered if you were picking up on the same vibes I was, that's all?"
"Let's talk later, Bella. I need to get going to the country club. I have an eight o'clock tee-off time."
"Oh... I didn't know you planned to play golf today."
"Yeah... I promised Peter Wittington, Beverly's husband, and Dwayne Gilmore, Helen's husband, that I would meet them at the country club and play eighteen holes today. I had to back out the last time we had around scheduled because of emergency surgery."
"I'll be out at the club myself later this morning. I have an appointment with the new Tennis Pro. I've heard a lot of good things about this new Pro, and I wanted to check and see if he is as promising as Helen Gilmore says."
"Look, Bella... If you are still at the club around lunchtime, maybe we can grab a bite together in the club lounge. You can tell me all about this new Tennis Pro then, Okay?"
"I'd like that, Henry."
"Why don't we plan to meet around noon-ish. If you get there before me, go ahead and order me one of those fruit drinks you and Beverly Wittington drink all the time."
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Bella arrives early for her ten o'clock appointment with the Tennis Pro and finds the door to his office closed. She is just before knocking when she hears what sounds like moaning from within. Her first impulse is to come back later. Her second is to place her ear to the door and discover the reason for the moaning. When she hears him says, "Oh... fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jenny!" There is no doubt about what and who is causing him to moan.
Bella turns and walks away from his office. After traveling approximately ten feet, she stops, counts to ten, and returns to his door. Bella takes a deep breath of air and raps lightly on the door. She can hear hurried shuffling and whispering. Tom hurriedly makes himself presentable for his ten o'clock appointment. Jenny straightens her hair.
When Tom opens the door, he smiles and says, "Come in, Mrs. Davis."
Jenny Thomas is standing to the right of Tom's desk, reapplying her lipstick with the help of a small compact mirror. "Oh... hi, Bella. I was just leaving. Tom was kind enough to give me a few suggestions on how to improve my game."
Tom blushes. Bella fumes. Jenny giggles when she intentionally brushes her tit against Bella's shoulder on the way out. Tom directs Bella to a chair in front of his desk and then takes his seat behind the cluttered desk. Bella sneaks a subtle glance at Tom's crotch and recalls Helen's comment, "The younger the man, the harder the cock."
"How may I help you, Mrs. Davis?"
"First of all, you can call me Bella. Mrs. Davis sounds much too formal and makes me feel uncomfortably older than I am."
"Okay... Bella. How may I help you today," Tom smiles?
"I want you to check out my form and tell me what you think."
Tom's eyes involuntarily dart to Bella's breast. He blushes, and Bella quickly amends her comment and says, "I mean... I was hoping you could observe my tennis form, my backhand, my serve, and tell me what I need to do to improve my game. My tennis games."
Bella realizes she is flustered and is beginning to stammer and stumble over her words. She wonders if Tom noticed her checking out his crotch. She feels her nipples getting hard and blushes again. Tom catches the sudden nipple tents on Bella's Polo Shirt and develops a slight erection. Bella sees him glance at her tits again and feel a bit of moisture in her panties. It takes a moment for the two of them to recompose themselves.
"I think I can get a better feel of what you are capable of once I can see you in action, Bella."
Bella's facial expression after Tom's comment is a mixture of surprise and amusement. Everything he says seems to turn into a double entendre, causing further embarrassment between the two. Everything they say is now beginning to sound lewd or suggestive. Tom finally gives up and says, "Why don't we go out to the tennis court and see how you handle balls, Bella."
Bella can't keep from blushing again as she visualizes herself fondling the young Tennis Pro's balls. Tom gives up and walks over and places his hand on the doorknob.
"Shall we," Tom says as he opens the door?
Bella leaps to her feet and walks toward the door. Tom trails behind her as they make their way down the narrow path to the tennis courts. Bella is wearing a very short white tennis skirt that barely covers her white satin panties. The outfit favorably accents her long muscular tan legs. Tom adjusts himself twice as he admires the firmness of her sphere-shaped bubble butt. Bella knows Tom is eyeballing at her ass, and it excites her. Bella's strawberry blond hair is pulled back into a ponytail that swings back and forth with each step. She is used to men, and sometimes women, staring at her body. She knows what men think when they stare at her figure.
Tom sets up the tennis ball launcher and has Bella return a few balls. She promptly returns several balls. He sees nothing wrong with her form and becomes a bit suspicious of her reason for being there. Her backhand and forehand are good, but it's his professional opinion that she needs to put more spin on the ball. Tom moves behind Bella and wraps his left arm around her waist and places his right hand on her right hand. She winces at his sudden closeness. Tom guides her through several swings as the balls travel over the net from the tennis ball launcher. When Bella realizes he is merely coaching her, she relaxes, and her movements are much smoother and more fluid.
They return several balls, and then she feels Tom's hard cock press into her firm round butt. She gasps and stiffens but says nothing. Tom feels he has read her signals correctly and proceeds with his coaching. He has a unique coaching method he uses with flirty, receptive women. Heat rises from around Bella's neck and face. Then visions of her Cousin Tommy flood her mind, and the first time she swallowed his cock. She remembers the way her Cousin's cock felt in her mouth. The way it tasted. The way his cum flooded her mouth and the way it slid down her throat with such ease. She feels a kaleidoscopic range of emotions. Suddenly the images change to her son Billy pressing his hard cock against her butt. She visualizes herself slipping Billy's gym shorts down to his knees. She needs cum in her mouth, and she needed it right now. Tom notices Bella is standing still; she has stopped following his coaching instructions.
"Is something wrong, Bella? You are no longer trying to return the balls as they clear the net."
Bella glances over her shoulder at Tom and then wiggles free of his grasps and starts back toward his office. Tom thinks she is angry with him and wonders if she will report his actions to the club manager. He stands frozen in his tracks until Bella turns and smiles and then motions with her head for him to follow. Tom is baffled at her behavior. He is not sure what to expect when they reach his office. Bella sits down in the chair in front of Tom's desk while he shuts the door. Bella doesn't say anything to indicate what she has in mind.
Tom warily sits on the edge of his desk in front of Bella. He doesn't know what to say if anything. Bella's eyes focus on the slight bulge in Tom's tennis shorts. She discovers a smudge of lipstick on the seam covering his zipper. It is the same color of lipstick that Bella saw Jenny Thomas reapplying when she first arrived. In a flash, everything is suddenly clear to Bella. She knows what she wants to do. Bella slips off her chair to kneel between Tom's legs. Quickly undoing his belt and then unzipping his tennis shorts, she releases his raging hard-on with a downward jerk of his tennis shorts and boxers. Tom is stunned and can only gasp.
"Ooh, I'm pleased to see that I turn you on, Tom, and extremely delighted with what I see. Here's the first installment for my tennis lessons."
Bella swallows the young Tennis Pro's erection and eagerly proceeds to suck him off. Blissful heaven encases Tom's dick as Bella swallows his cock so fast, he forgets to breathe and finds himself gasping for air. Her mouth feels like a vise, gripping his shaft during her plunge and extraction. He cannot believe the force she is applying with her lips only. Bella's mouth is clasping his cock much tighter than Jenny's mouth ever did. With the amount of energy mixed with the speed in which Bella moves her tongue and the hot, wet sensation of her mouth, Tom knows he isn't going to last long. Already his balls are tightening as she works her magic. Tom gazes down at Bella's face staring up at him. That is when he notices her expression and the look in her exotic eyes. He had never seen anything sexier in his entire life. She is not only sucking him fast and tight but is adding visual perfection to her work.
"I've got...to see your magnificent tits, Mrs. Davis... I mean, Bella," Tom manages to croak as Bella continues her wonderful oral ministrations. "Can I see them... please?"
Tom is almost begging like a small child. With a naughty smile on her lip, Bella replies seductively, "Oooh, Tom, I thought you'd never ask...!"
Bella then teasingly lifts her Polo Shirt by the hem, shrugging it off over her head to let it slip to the floor. Then, reaching behind her back, Bella unhooks her bra, which releases a chest full of middle-aged jiggling tit-flesh when detached. Each orb displays a dark pink half-dollar-size areola from which a stiff stub of nipple projects. Tom's hands shoot out to firmly grip and squeeze Bella's rounded boobs, causing her to shriek in surprise. She resumes her sucking, and Tom transfers to a place he had never gone to during any blowjob.
Tom has never witnessed nor felt a blowjob like this before. It is certainly different from anything other women had ever given him. He is convinced that middle-aged women are masters in the art of sucking cock. He finds himself lustfully mesmerized by Bella's face, let alone the pleasure coursing through his cock as she bobs up and down rapidly. Her mature blowjob is so stimulating, so intense he never knew what hit him.
"I'm going to cum... shit, yeah...cumming soon...don't stop... don't you dare stop...oh, fuck...I'm cumming, Bella! Oh fuck... Bella! Bella! arrrggghhh!"
