Edited by Denny "Bajero" Garica
Ch. 1
"Are you serious Brad?" Janice asked as he pushed her back onto the couch and slipped his hand up inside her sweater, "We just did it yesterday!"
"You know I love ya, Babe," he responded as he kissed her and squeezed a breast.
"I know, Babe," she responded. "Just seems like you want to be doing it all the time."
"Not my fault you're so damn sexy!" he looked at her and grinned as his hands went quickly to her jeans and popped open the button. "So damn hot!" he whispered as he dropped down and kissed her belly as he peeled the tight jeans over her hips.
"You know Mom's just upstairs, right?" she asked as her jeans were getting removed.
"She never comes down here when we're alone," he grinned as he rose up to pull the jeans off over her feet and her panties with it.
And I wouldn't mind fucking her brains out too!
He thought evilly.
"Well hurry up about it then," Jan said in resignation.
"Gonna make you beg for it, Babe," he grinned at her and looked almost drooling between her legs. She was completely shaved as per his desire and instruction. He pulled apart her long, tanned, shapely legs to watch her pink gash open. He loved pussy, loved eating pussy, and loved Janice's the best of all. It's what had kept him with her for so long although he had tasted some forbidden fruit along the way. She knew the drill and sprawled on the sofa and spread her legs open wide for him. "Mmmmm," he went down on her with relish.
"Brad!" she gasped as he started, "Oh Brad! Oh fuck, yeah!" She was always hesitant to start but warmed up quickly. He ran his tongue up and down her slit and then started flicking it over her clit. "Oh yeah Baby!" she groaned as he sucked on her slowly and with delight. The delicious flavour of her filled his mouth. She came and he lapped and sucked until her body stopped shaking.
"Now then," he grinned as he unfastened his jeans and pulled out his hard, ready cock. It was about eight inches and of respectable girth. "Let's see. Like this?" he pushed her down on her back on the couch and knelt between her long legs. He took her by the ankles and hoisted then up over his shoulders. "Guide me in, Babe," he instructed as he took hold of her by the waist. She did and he grunted in satisfaction as he slowly sank into her wet pussy, "Oh yeah ... that's nice ... soooo nice!" He fucked her slowly, pulling her into him by the hips every time he thrust forward. He grunted in pleasure and she made delicious little squeaking noise. He increased his pace until he was slamming into her. "Jesus," he grunted and he pushed her legs forward until she was almost doubled over under him.
"Don't hurt me, Brad!" She whispered.
"I won't, Babe!" he whispered back as he grunted and drilled down into her, slapping his hips against her. "Jesus! Fuck!" he grunted as he felt his cock explode and he pumped his sperm deep up inside her, "Yeah," he grunted, "Fuck that was good!" he pulled out and gently pulled her legs back.
"You didn't get any on the couch did you?" she looked with concern on her pretty face at the cushions.
"Pretty sure it all went in you," he grinned as he tucked away his sticky soft cock.
"Asshole. It's all leaking out of me!" she grabbed her jeans and panties and went running to the bathroom with her hand between her legs. He watched her beautiful ass wiggle as she went.
"Yeah. She's fine alright!" he grinned to himself.
"Hey, Mrs. Dodson!" he called to Janice's mother as Janice walked him to the door.
"Hi, Brad," the middle aged version of Janice fixed a wayward lock of blonde hair. "How's football?"
"Well I'm just QB3 on the college team so it's not like high school."
"You'll get there when you're a senior classman. You're just a sophomore."
"Yeah, I guess," he gave her a big white dimply gleaming smile and she fixed a lock of hair again.
"See ya," Janice said as she turned to him in the porch.
"I hope I can make it," he grinned and they embraced.
"Mmmmm," she murmured as he kissed her.
"Thanks for downstairs, Babe. I needed that."
"You always need it," she whispered as she reached back to pull off a hand that had cupped an ass cheek.
"You're good to me. You know I love you."
"See you at Western tomorrow. I gotta study tonight."
Brad got into his navy blue Ford Mustang that his parents had given him for high school graduation. He happily drove away as he rubbed his thumb on the five small scratches he had made on the steering wheel. Five different girls he had fucked in the backseat of his 'Stang, all while he had been dating Janice, well Janice was one of the five herself. She had asked him what they were and he had told her they were five serious accidents he had seen so he did that to remind himself not to speed and to drive safe. He got a six pack of light beer along the way and then picked up his best friend since primary and they went to the ball field to watch the baseball team practice while they sipped beer up in the bleachers.
"What were ya at today?" Dean asked.
"Fucking pounded Jan in her rec room while her mom was upstairs."
"Fucking A man! How you do her?"
"Letter U. Balls deep brother. Man it was fun."
"No doubt. No blowjob?"
"Naw man. Didn't even try. I think she's given them up for good. Gets pissed now if I even suggest it."
"Yeah. Tammy's the same way," he referenced his girlfriend.
"Gotta find some slut to blow us on the side," Brad laughed.
"Remember Emma Thompson blowjobs under the bleachers after practice?" Dean asked. "Don't cum in my mouth, Dean!" he mimicked a female voice. "Oops," Dean laughed and Brad joined in.
"What's the slut doing now, I wonder?" Brad asked.
"Knocked up."
"No shit!"
"Yeah. I saw her just last week at the mall."
"You talk to her?"
"Naw man, I ducked out before she saw me."
"She gave a mean blowjob, hey?"
"Yeah. I used to love it when she wore her hair braided and you could grab one in each hand as she gobbled cock."
Brad laughed, "Truth now. You ever fuck her?"
"Fuck yeah! Of course!"
Brad laughed, "At Brian's party that time, right?"
"Yeah man," he laughed.
"Fuck, you denied that so hard! You dog! That was great acting!"
"Man, that weasel Phil Thorton was there. Remember? He was in love with Tammy. Probably still is. If he knew, he'd make sure it got back to Tam, the little fuck. How about you?"
"Yeah man. Of course I did. A few times in the back of the Grand Caravan. I tested the shocks of the 'Stang out with Emma too. Always made sure it was wrapped up first though."
"Yeah. Me too. The blowjobs were amazing, though."
"Yeah. So listen. Nan dropped over to our house after baking class the other night with this friend of hers and, dude, she looks just like Kellyanne Conway!"
Dean laughed and shoved his friend. Brad's long time sexual fantasy was a constant source of laughs between them. "Fuck, dude, what do you see in that woman anyway!" he asked for the countless time.
"Fuck, dude, she's smokin'! Come-on! And she dresses so hot! That's like this gal, too. She was at the baking class with my Nan and she was wearing like a tight dress, black nylons and heels. Massive hardon. And I mean massive."
"Wedding ring?"
"Yeah. She was dripping in gold. Probably married to some old fart that can't get it up anymore. Fuck she was undressing me with her eyes and almost drooling."
"How old is she, dude?" Dean asked laughing.
"Early fifties maybe. Like Kellyanne. Bleach blonde. Body just like Kellyanne."
"Wrinkles?" Dean pretended to shudder.
"Just like Kellyanne. I'm telling you dude I'm gonna fuck her."
"Sure man. Why not? She gets you hard; go balls deep. Is there a plan?"
"Nan was going on, asking me about football. Bragging and shit. So I tell her I'm playing in that reserve game against State next week. I tell her to come watch me and smoothly suggested Kellyanne come too to keep her company. Dude, she immediately agreed. You know how chicks are when we are in our football gear. I'll go over there a few times. Tell coach that my Nan made an effort to come, that she's not well these days. I'll chat up Kellyanne and see if she'll give me a number or meet up somewhere."
"You dog. The ol' fake Nanny's sick to bag the gilf trick."
"You may have to run some interference with Janice for me, dude."
"Can I fuck her?" he asked eagerly while laughing.
"If you can bag her, dude, take her," Brad laughed, "But that means it's open season on Tammies for this dude."
"Deal!" he spat in his hand and they laughed as they shook.
Ch.2
"Hey Dude!" Brad said to Dean on his cell as he looked out his bedroom window.
"Hey guy. What 'sup? What we doing today?"
"Well the sun's hot and the Brat's got a collection of little hotties over. They're all down tanning and it looks soooo fine. Mom and Dad are gone, driving up to Straten for eighteen. They'll be gone till dark. Wanna pick up a few cans and come over?"
"Cool, dude. Sounds good. Tall cool ones and little hard bodies? What more could a guy ask for? And dude, the Brat is smokin' by the way."
"Yeah, yeah. Make sure the beer is cold. I'm gonna throw some weight around till ya get here so my muscles are poppin'. Get them all juiced up. Now that they're turning eighteen I wanna bag a few of those little sweet things."
"I hope you know which ones are legal, dude!" Dean laughed.
"I've been keeping track, guy."
"Who's there?"
"Colleen Ryan, Janette Denning, Carla Hodgeson, and Alyson Petterson. All Vickie's little hard body friends from gymnastics and dance."
"Who's legal?"
"Colleen and Carla. Alyson next week on the twenty-fourth and Janette on October third."
"Holy shit, dude!" Dean laughed, "You
have
been keeping track. "
"Yeah man, that's some hot real estate down there and we should really be the guys to welcome them to adulthood."
"I'm on my way!"
Brad went down to the family gym in the basement and lifted some weight for twenty minutes and then went up and changed into trunks and a short sleeve dress shirt that he left unbuttoned to show off his abs. Dean texted him that he was almost there and shortly pulled up in the driveway.
"I'll put these bad boys on ice," Brad took the cans of beer from Dean. Dean had jet black hair to Brad's blonde but had a similar physique; tall, trim and muscular from lots of gym time.
"Won't need this," Dean grinned as he pulled off his shirt.
The guys went out with a beer each and immediately attracted the attention of the girls. Several calls of greeting came from the girls and they all looked around. "Hi, Dean," called Vickie sweetly.
"Jesus, dude, your sister is hot!" Dean whispered.
"Yeah, dude. Whatever." Brad knew Vickie was hot. It was hard not to look at her sometimes with her hard little body. She had jet black hair, small shapely breasts that always seemed to stick straight out and just the hottest little ass that he had to really try not to overly stare at. Dean had no issues of course and gave her a brilliant smile.
"Hi, Brad!" the blonde Colleen sang out and waved. She was so cute with blue eyes and dimples. She had a trim and tiny gymnast body like all the girls.
"Hey, Colleen. Lookin' hot Babe!" he called back grinning.
"Thanks, Brad," she blushed prettily.
