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Subject: {ASSM} Merci Donnee (MF, FF, MM)
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is mature material intended for mature adults.
The story contains sexual depictions. Any similarity to actual persons or
events is coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Feedback is always welcomed
and will always be answered.
- Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>
Merci Donnee (MF, FF, MM)
by
Saffy8
Tom had not been supportive.
"Why take classes at your age? Not to say you're old, but I just can't see you
in college again. Go to a reading group or something, don't spend money on a
useless English class."
"Is it the money? I can't spend anything on my own interests?"
Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her husband of 20 years. Their one
child had gone off to school and there had been plenty enough money for her
education. Tom's own market plays and the income from the brokerage where he
worked provided ample income. They were set. Lindy had quit teaching high
school years ago; they didn't need the money anymore, but her independent
nature had kept Lindy involved in volunteering and neighborhood projects.
"It's silly."
"No sillier than your hobbies. I guess you learn a lot from your buddies at
the track."
"Fine. Go be a co-ed again!"
Tom thought that Lindy was trying to turn back the clock - what next, plastic
surgeon bills? Lindy wouldn't look 20 again no matter what. She was still
attractive, her legs shapely as ever but her tits didn't have the firmness
that, say, Lana, the new broker at the office, had. What a looker!
"...are you listening?"
Tom popped back. "Sure. Take the class."
Lindy knew his mind drifted. He was doing that more and more now. He hadn't
listened to a word of her explanation of the desire to keep learning, that it
had nothing to do with trying to be a college student again.
==========
The first day of class hadn't changed. Friends clustered in groups among the
seats while everyone but the grinders avoided the front rows. A few students
looked at her quizzically. Lindy was sure some of them thought she was the
prof. Others knew she wasn't but it was like having their mom in class with
them...
It was a standard classroom. Some lecture halls were amphitheaters, but not
this one - standard desks arranged in rows before a large desk, a lectern and
a chalkboard. On the far side of the room one girl sat alone by the window.
Lindy took the desk right behind her and sat down. The student in front of her
would write in her notebook, then pause to look out the window.
What could she be writing? Lindy got out a pen and notepad and waited for the
teacher. She didn't want to interrupt the girl in front of her, and student
never turned around to acknowledge her. Lindy caught glimpses of her profile -
long thin nose, large brown eyes, delicate chin and patrician mouth. Her skin
tone and profile reminded her of a cameo on a 19th-century brooch.
A thirtysomething man rushed in and clapped his materials on the lectern. He
introduced himself (a Dr. Barton) and began taking roll, finally reaching
"Melinda Davis." Lindy raised her hand. "I go by Lindy."
"As in Lucky Lindy?" Dr. Barton smiled and snickers sounded from the little
cliques. Lindy couldn't help becoming flushed. Dr. Barton continued calling
names.
The girl in front turned around. "Like those idiots know what Lucky Lindy
means." Her mouth frowned in disgust. It seemed a common expression for her.
Before Lindy could answer Dr. Barton called out "Amanda Harmon."
The student raised a slender arm and turned to face the teacher. After the
other names Dr. Barton commenced the first lecture on American literature.
"In the 18th-century most literature in the British colonies was..."
==========
"Shit!" Tom's cock lay squarely between Lana Stewart's breasts. She held them
together and slid her torso up and down the length of his dick, moist from her
saliva. Strands of her brunette hair caressed the slight paunch of his belly.
He stared up at the plaster ceiling from his reclined leather chair. His bare
ass stuck to the leather and his pants and shorts lay crumpled at his ankles.
Lana was glad she had worn pants instead of a skirt today. She wouldn't want
to risk a run in her silk hose even though her knees rested on plush carpet.
She wanted an office like this as quickly as possible, and sucking off this
rich bastard would only speed the process. When she learned the ropes she'd
hang his cheating ass out to dry, but then again cheating and trickery helped
get him where he was today. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked,
gliding her tongue around the stubby shaft. He was all head. She needn't worry
about deep throating this guy, but he stayed hard with what he had. Lana knew
she looked silly with her ass under his desk and her bra, blouse and blazer on
top of it but Davis had a major breast fetish and his prick between her tits
guaranteed help selling short - she smiled inside at that. She wondered if his
wife took him like this. Now caress his balls and ...
==========
"It comes fast, doesn't it." Amanda had commented on the approach of winter.
Outside the leaves had fallen and bare trees creaked in the chill winds. Lindy
turned her attention to the window.
"Well, it also means a few days out of class for Thanksgiving." Lindy knew
that meant a visit home from Katrina and whatever worthless guy she was
currently dating. At least she didn't have to cook. Tom had hired that job out
for many years now.
"Gives me a lot of time to study."
"You don't go home for the holiday?" Lindy found this incredible.
"No way. I'm basically on my own, spending my inheritance." Amanda piled on
clothes like it was 20 below outside. She left most of them on even in the
classroom. Lindy stayed warm and her knitted pullover was plenty. Amanda must
have a sad life story.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Death stops for everyone." Lindy had learned how Amanda adored
Dickinson. She even wore white a lot in imitation.
"Come over and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. I'm a townie you know." Lindy
smiled. Amanda liked her classmate's smile; she wished she had her dark
complexion and full lips - especially her enjoyment of life.
"I'll think about it."
"You think too much already, you've got years ahead of you for all those
worried looks." Amanda thought of how Melinda was the Susan to her Emily. Dr.
Barton began lecturing...
==========
"Tom, what does it matter that I invited a classmate to Thanksgiving dinner?"
Lindy couldn't believe how hard headed he could be.
"It's for family, damn it!"
"Katrina will have a date, won't she?"
"Don't bring Katie into this, one of those dates will be family one day."
"She'll have to choose a lot better than what we saw last year."
"Okay, I'll invite someone too."
"Who's complaining? Will it be a bimbo from the office, the track, the dive
club..."
"That's enough Lindy." Damn that woman's paranoid. What I do takes all the
sexual pressure off of her. She'd never do to me what I get from those girls.
"Sometimes I feel like I've had enough, Tom." Lindy hated feeling this way,
frumpy in her flannel nightshirt and cotton robe.
"I'm sorry." Tom fumbled for words. They had to stay together for Katie.
"Look, invite the student. I'll see if Conley from arbitrage wants to come.
He'll need to be near the office so he won't be traveling."
"That's fine. This house is so big and there's so much the caterer's bring. We
should share something; you'd never know the difference in this castle."
"Well, invite her for the weekend then." Anything to pacify her. Maybe Lana
could slip in...
==========
Her pussy was so tight. Rick had slicked up with lubricant but he didn't think
Katrina could relax enough to make any difference.
"Slowly, Rick, please." Katrina was uncomfortable and she couldn't hide it.
She liked Rick and she wanted to make love, but her body just wouldn't get
aroused enough. Almost all of her sexual experiences had been this way.
"Oh Katrina." Rick had tried oral sex, foreplay, massage, you name it and it
wasn't working and he was losing interest and...
"You're getting soft." That finished that. Rick quit and held her. Her body
was lovely, but they weren't clicking.
"I guess I'm uptight about Thanksgiving." Katrina knew he was nervous but she
knew Daddy would respect her date this time. Rick was 4.0, he already had an
investment portfolio and he already was making real money. Katrina thought he
was handsome, strong with the smooth body of a fine marble statue. She kissed
him. She had her mother's ample lips but struggled with the ample physique she
inherited from her father. She knew she was...
==========
"Soft, too." Amanda pressed the mattress on the bed in one of the several
guest bedrooms. She had already commented on how the room's temperature could
be individually adjusted to be warmer.
"Well, we're real proud of the place." Tom eyed her with the condescension of
a charity hostel owner who had freed another waif from the horrors of the
streets. Boy, had Lindy drug in a skinny one - flat as a board and tiny to
boot. She needed a good Thanksgiving meal.
"It's nice to have guests," Lindy said. "Katrina and Rick already have their
rooms and Mr. Conley, what's his first name, Tom?"
"Jeff."
"We've got a room ready for Jeff too."
==========
Jeff could not believe he had accepted this offer. He knew Davis was banging
the shit out of Lana Stewart and now he had to play the guest in front of the
man's wife and daughter. He also knew that Lana was in town and he'd be
fucking her if he got the chance. This was not going to be comfortable.
Thanksgiving dinner went by with a motley array of conversation. Rick, Jeff
and Tom talked the markets, Lindy and Amanda talked literature, and Katrina
felt incredibly left out. Katrina was right about Rick - her Dad liked him.
She tried to talk to her Mom's classmate - now didn't that sound wacked - but
Amanda was one boring girl. Jeff told her some college stories and at least
that helped.
After dinner the football games began. Katrina sat by Rick as the guys watched
the game. Of course Lindy and Amanda headed to the house's library.
Night fell.
==========
Katrina got hungry and crept to the kitchen. She sure wasn't going to try to
slip into Rick's room; her parents had put him in the bedroom closest to
theirs - deliberately. As she went to the kitchen she noticed that Daddy must
have had work to do - from the staircase windows she saw the office at the
rear of the house on the first floor was lit.
==========
Tom had questioned Rick for awhile. Rick was showing him how to better employ
his stochastic tracking software. Tom was really impressed with this young
man, he thought his Katie had finally found a worthwhile boyfriend. He knew he
should work out, it was pretty embarrassing to see a guy in shape next to his
out of shape body. Rick actually liked Katrina's dad. He knew his stuff and
would make a great mentor. Katrina hadn't seemed to pick up any of his
business savvy. As Tom listened to Rick he began to think of Lana. After Rick
went to bed he may be able to arrange a rendezvous here in the office...
==========
The warm water felt so good after a tense day. Lindy immersed herself in the
scented water and let the heat and bubbles do their work. She didn't have to
listen to Tom rattle on about markets - Katrina's boyfriend had relieved her
of that. He appeared to be a decent young man, but he had a lot more in common
with Tom. She mused about how well he and Katrina would get along in a
long-term relationship.
==========
Jeff loved desserts. He was enjoying yet another slice of pumpkin pie when he
heard the floor creak.
"Busted!" He said when he saw Katrina emerge from the shadows. "Well, I won't
be eating alone, as if I need to eat any more," Katrina said softly.
"I say enjoy - it's Thanksgiving! You look fine." Jeff wanted to take that
back as soon as he said it.
"I'm fat." Katrina was downcast. "Look at me. It's embarrassing."
Jeff knew he was no athlete.
"I don't need this either."
"It's different for guys."
Jeff rose. "So you're saying I'm fat?" Katrina was flustered thinking of the
right thing to say. Jeff pulled up his T-shirt and stuck out his gut. As he
shook his belly he said, "this is practice for the next big holiday." Katrina
couldn't help it - she started giggling - not very appropriate. Impulsively
she lifted her pajama top and shimmied over to Jeff. They began rubbing
bellies and Jeff became excited. Katrina sensed it and pulled her top up more.
The nascence of her breasts showed and she didn't care. Jeff wanted her.
==========
Amanda couldn't sleep. She pulled her thick robe over her flannel pajamas and
slid her feet into her plush slippers. The only worthwhile conversationalist
at the dinner table was Melinda. She had shown her the collection of Emily
Dickinson that they had in their library. Perhaps some Dickinson to read would
help her sleep. And she slipped by the master suite she heard a contented
moan. The door wasn't shut completely and Amanda could see that no one was in
bed or, for that matter, in the bedroom.
The moan had to be her Susan and it was coming from the bathroom. Noiselessly
she slipped into the room. If Melinda's boorish husband showed up she would
say she had to ask a question or use some other excuse. There was the peaceful
sound of water being stirred in the bath. Amanda was breathless with
anticipation as she considered that her soulmate lay languorously in that tub.
Lindy was about ready to get out and get ready for a good night's sleep. She
sat up and reached for the plug. There, at the doorway, was Amanda. Lindy
froze. Neither spoke. Lindy stared into Amanda's widening eyes. The student
was beginning to breathe more rapidly and her lips parted. Forgetting the
plug, Lindy stood and stepped dripping onto the bathmat. Water ran in rivulets
over her glistening skin and beaded on her pubic hair. Silently she extended
her moist arms in invitation and Amanda hesitantly padded toward her.
==========
"Hey, are you listening?" Tom shook himself from his reverie and focused on
Rick sitting at the keyboard. Tom had been standing to watch Rick as he ran
the program, but he had let his thoughts get away.
"Sorry, Rick, got a lot on my mind." Rick could see by the stiffening in Tom's
shorts that his thoughts were carnal. Was it him?
"It's okay." Rick grasped the hard dick and massaged it. Tom's mind yelled to
knock the hand away and order him out of his house and away from his Katie,
but his libido only knew how good it felt and how he wanted to get off.
Rick felt him get harder and began getting a pretty good hard on himself. He
pulled down the shorts and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked as he eased
Tom's shorts off of his ass. Tom did not care who was doing this; Rick blew
him better than Lana. He felt the young man's strong hands knead his buttocks
as he pressed his prick into the sucking orifice.
==========
Jeff and Katrina began sucking face, each trying to consume more of the other.
Tongues were probing and being drawn into the other's mouth. Katrina had never
felt this utterly turned on. A warm, wet feeling enveloped her as Jeff guided
her to the kitchen table. Her ass bumped it and he lifted her onto the heavy
wooden planking. He peeled off his T-shirt then his pants and briefs. Katrina
unbuttoned her pajama top and opened it. He lavished his attention on her
breasts, the nipples firm and the deep brown areola all goose flesh.
As he sucked her she dipped her finger into the pumpkin pie and crammed the
filling into her mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. It tasted so good and this
felt so good. Her pajama bottoms and panties yielded to his eager hands. The
sturdy table did not budge as he mounted her. She was all wet and horny and
she opened her stout thighs wide.
"Fuck me" she whispered huskily. Katrina scooped some pie filling and slid it
into Jeff's mouth. He jammed into her in one gliding motion and pumped
rhythmically in her juicy pussy. She slathered pumpkin on her breasts.
"Suck it off and fuck me faster!" She slapped his ass and Jeff almost came
right then. He controlled it and put his mouth on the sweet, gooey layer on
her breasts, licking and eating it.
Jeff began to speak. "Shut up!" she ordered. She silenced him with a slow,
deep kiss as he felt his climax building, now uncontrollable.
==========
Amanda loosened the knot on her robe. Lindy peeled it off and undid two
buttons on the flannel pajama top. Her fingers probed for the nipples of
Amanda's petite bosom. Amanda hummed a note of pleasure as Lindy caressed the
silky smoothness - she knew the young woman's nipples just had to be light
pink to match her complexion.
"You know what I want you to do, don't you Amanda?" Lindy placed her hands on
her classmate's shoulders and pushed down.
"Melinda, I'm having impure thoughts."
"No, they're not impure."
"Yes, worthy of discipline." Amanda took Lindy by the hand and led her to the
commode. The autumn chill raised goose bumps on her wet skin and her nipples
protruded. Amanda had Lindy sit on the cushioned lid of the commode. Then the
pale student lay face down on Lindy's lap. Lindy remembered spanking Katrina
when she was small. She slipped the pajama bottoms down. Her panties were lacy
with a delicate pattern. She pulled these down to uncover a smooth milky white
ass. Suddenly Lindy smacked it. Amanda's squeal was one of delight, not
discomfort. Another stroke. And another. Soon a reddish tint could be
discerned even though Lindy could not bring herself to spank her hard.
Suddenly Amanda rolled off Lindy's lap and flashed a fiery look. Lindy had not
seen the sullen young woman so animated.
"Stand up." Lindy rose and Amanda dropped to her knees and began tonguing
Lindy's lips and clit. Oh the girl has got it... right... there. The slurping
and sucking noises only added to Lindy's excitement. It had been so long since
she had had an orgasm that the muscles quickly began to draw taut and the
glorious feeling started to wash across her brain.
==========
Rick felt Tom getting ready to come. His ass had the soft feel of his
daughter's. If he could get Tom to teach him how to make a fortune in the
stock market then he was set with or without Katrina, and if this would
accomplish the task then he was willing. Tom came and grunted as Rick took it
all. After coming Tom became worried that Rick might want this in return, but
Rick pulled up his shorts and told him that he probably needed some rest.
Rick knew better than to ask anything then. That would come later. He didn't
need payment in kind. He left Tom exhausted on his office sofa. Rick smiled as
he realized he had been given the bedroom right next to the master suite. They
had nothing to worry about between him and Katrina.
==========
Jeff's orgasm came in a deep sliding motion. Katrina arched backward as she
felt him let go. She didn't come but it felt good - and she knew that she
could coax an orgasm from this willing partner. Jeff had fucked a company
officer's daughter on his own kitchen table. Shit. Katrina giggled.
"It's all right, Jeff, let's get up and no will know about this. We'll just go
in the living room and act like we've been watching TV. After we know the
coast is clear we go to our rooms." She was glad there was no way Rick would
find out; it would destroy him. She made up her mind to let him down gently.
==========
Lindy doubled over as her abdomen tensed and she came. Amanda looked up at her
with big brown eyes as she used her tongue to tweak all of the pleasure from
the spasm. Unconsciously Lindy had pressed her lover's face against her pussy;
now she released her. Wet and panting, Lindy sat back onto the commode as
Amanda stood up.
==========
Tom thought he heard the TV as he left his office. He walked to the living
room where he found Katrina stretched out on the sofa and Jeff in the
recliner. They were watching music videos.
"Don't you guys ever sleep?"
"On my way, Tom." Jeff yawned and ambled to his room.
"I'm used to not sleeping - I'm a college student, remember?"
"Fine, Katie. Just shut everything off when you go to bed."
Tom went to the kitchen.
"Katie, what the hell happened to this pie?"
Katrina had already slipped out of the living room and went upstairs. Tom
heard the shower from her suite turn on. This might be a good chance to call
Lana...
==========
"Maybe you should let out the bath water." Lindy wasn't sure she could provide
Amanda the release just given her. She hadn't ever gone down on a woman.
Thankfully it didn't appear that her classmate wanted her to. Amanda
rebuttoned her pajama top and collected her robe from the floor.
"Amanda, I..."
"You don't have to explain." Amanda knew the older woman wouldn't eat her.
There was time to get what she really wanted-the spanking was a good start.
She was bound to come up with new ideas. She didn't look back as she made her
way to her bedroom.
==========
Amanda observed the frosty landscape outside the classroom window.
Thanksgiving break was over. She heard Melinda sit down in the desk behind
her. Amanda knew that the lady wondered what she was writing in her notebook
during the free time before class and at break. A bit of a smile touched the
corners of her thin-lipped mouth. How appalled would Melinda be at the fantasy
Amanda had woven for her bourgeois little family at Thanksgiving? Dr. Barton
entered the classroom. Amanda closed her very private notebook on the pages
where Rick's ass fucking of her older classmate was to commence.
-30-
"Merci Donnee" by Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>
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