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Subject: {ASSM} "The Star"{Frederick T.}(F+M+f+ mast oral voy)[2/4]
Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 20:10:05 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Star
Part: 2 of 4
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Language: English

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   @(C) 2002 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following work is of a sexual nature.  If you have not yet reached the 
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or 
guardians review this material before you continue.  Censoring the material a 
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the 
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind.  Having said that; 
the following story is pure fantasy.  It didn't happen, probably could never 
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person(s) who attempt to 
make it happen.  All the characters were created by the author and none of 
them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this wonderful 
world we inhabit.  We are all created by a wonderful process called sexual 
intercourse.  That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason we have 
filled this world with our children.  While the creator probably did so for a 
reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that accompany 
the basic act.  Sex should have a happy ending, whether with yourself or with 
a partner.  That this is sometimes not the case can only be the fault of the 
participants.  Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to the 
usual.

                                   The Star
                                   Part Two
                            (F+M+f+ mast oral voy)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    Hank was fast asleep when Margaret got home.  The way he was snoring, she 
was sure she was out of luck tonight.  Maybe tomorrow morning ??

    Wrong !!

    Margaret couldn't figure it out ?  Hank hardly looked at her.  Never even 
patted her ass.  He always patted her ass and that usually meant she was in 
for a fun time.  What the fuck was up ?  She flirted like crazy with him all 
the following day but it was like he was avoiding her.  She was confused.  
That afternoon Bobby came over and when the two of them spent some time out in 
the back yard alone, she started to suspect something was up.

    Hank couldn't get Terry out of his mind...Before she left the other 
morning she asked if he wanted to score some more dope ?  Of course he did !  
The three of them damn near smoked all of what he bought.  She promised she'd 
try to work something out with her friend.  Hank was on cloud nine and hardly 
paid any attention to Margaret.  On Thursday, he left to pick up a charter in 
Seattle and when he got home, threw Margaret a so-so fuck before he left again 
for Salt Lake City on Friday.

    Bobby Talbot and a whole bunch of his and Jack's friends surprised 
Margaret on Saturday, spending all afternoon with her.  They even called Jack 
at school.  They were a nice bunch of kids and Margaret enjoyed the company.

    Sunday afternoon, Bobby showed up alone and the two of them sat out by the 
pool in their swim suits and whiled away the entire afternoon.  Margaret was 
sure Bobby was sneaking peaks at her in her bathing suit.  If she wasn't 
mistaken the teenager was soft on her.  She was still very trim and well 
preserved at forty-five.  Her legs were cellulite free and her breasts while 
not very big were perfectly shaped.  She laughed.  Her pussy sure wasn't 
tight.  A steady diet of Hank's cock and two children had taken it's toll.

    Jesus !  What was she thinking ?  Bobby was her son's age !  She made some 
excuse and Bobby left shortly after that.  The front door wasn't shut before 
Margaret had her hand down the front of her suit, massaging her labia.  The 
bottoms to her bating suit hit the floor and she plopped back on to the bed.  
Both of her hands were between her legs and she could smell herself.  Her hips 
were coming up off the mattress already.  Oh !  This was going to be good.  
Her labia were spread and she was rubbing her clitoris with two of her 
fingers.

    Margaret spasamed three or four times before coming to rest.  Her body was 
covered with a sheen of perspiration.  The room stank of sex.  She missed 
feeling Hank's semen leak out of her, rolled into a ball and wondered if Hank 
was fucking someone else ?  He was home almost all the time while she was 
away.  Maybe that woman down the street ?  She had tits the size of 
watermelons...was always around...a house mom with a teenage daughter...That 
girl who showed up when she took Jack to school...And her husband was gone 
five days a week...Nights, too.  She tossed and turned until it was time to 
fix herself some dinner.

    The week dragged by for Margaret.  She couldn't get the picture out of her 
mind...Her husband fucking someone else.  She was going to come home early 
next week and try to catch him in the act.  That's what she'd do !

    On the other hand, Hank was on cloud nine.  He hardly thought of Margaret.  
Fuck !  Three different high school cunts in two days.  Well, one of them was 
a college freshman but hey !  That's pretty close.  He just had to have some 
more of that...And the way Terry talked about this Willy guy...Just maybe, he 
could pull it off ?!

    He was on the phone trying to get a hold of Terry when Margaret came in 
through the back door.  It was two-thirty p.m. on Wednesday.  What the fuck 
was she doing home ?  Thank God !  She wasn't here twenty minutes ago.  She'd 
have caught him fucking the shit out of Rachael.  She left just five minutes 
or so ago.  Shit !  Was he a lucky son of a bitch ?!

    Margaret walked right by him and into the front of the house.  She saw him 
tense up when she walked through the back door and then relax like he didn't 
have a care in the world.  And he wouldn't, if she hadn't been parked down the 
street for the last hour...She'd stopped half way through the turn when she 
saw the car parked out front.  She backed up, parked and sat back to wait.  
She saw everything...Not that there was much to see.  Hank even came out front 
with her...That friend of Jack's...Rachael...God !  She was still a teenager !  
Was Hank fucking her ?  She was furious and slammed the bedroom door.....

    .....The answering machine.  He didn't leave a message and was crest 
fallen.  Too good to be true.  He had a trip, starting tomorrow...Three days - 
two nights in Santa Barbara and Terry said this Willy character flew airplanes 
and told her he'd go just about anywhere.  He heard the bedroom door slam and 
decided to try calling Terry later.....

    .....He called all afternoon and only quit when Margaret started pestering 
him about who he was calling.  He put her off with some charter business and 
watched T.V. while Margaret fixed dinner.  All he could think of was Terry, 
hoping he could hook up with her to tell her the news and maybe she could set 
something up ?  He was depressed, anxious and hardly spoke to Margaret during 
dinner.  Margaret was not about to start the thaw.

    About seven, Bobby Talbot came over and Margaret flirted with him a bit 
while she showed him into the family room.  Hank was channel surfing.  She 
left the two of them alone and made her way back to the master bedroom.  
Margaret wondered what Hank'd do if he came home and found, say, Bobby 
Talbot's car parked out front ?

    "Hey !  Buddy !  Margaret looks hot for you."  Hank was kidding, his 
thoughts focused on Terry.  But Bobby had noticed and Bobby was very 
interested.  Margaret Helva was a MILF (mother I'd like to fuck).  The look on 
her face while she was talking to him was all he needed.  He didn't give a 
shit what Hank thought or said, for that matter.  Hank couldn't quite complain 
now, could he ?  He was fucking everything in sight.

    "Aaah...I will admit I've thought about it a couple of times or two..."  
That trailed off into nothing.

    "Give it a shot, buddy.  I'd love to watch !"  Hank said jokingly.  He was 
finished talking about Margaret.  He wanted to talk about Terry...Did Bobby 
know how to get a hold of her ?  He didn't, hardly knew who she was and was 
amazed Hank had fucked her.  He was kind of pissed Hank was getting laid 
without his help.

    Bobby left shortly there after but not before dropping by the bedroom door 
to say "good night" to Margaret.  He was encouraged as she came and opened the 
door a bit to say "good night" back to him.  In the mirror behind her, he 
could see she was just in a bra and panties.  Margaret Helva had a nice ass.  
His cock twitched in his shorts.

    Margaret turned away from the door and just then noticed that Bobby 
probably could see exactly what she was wearing or wasn't wearing.  The 
thought excited her.  She was in her night gown and into bed in record time, 
had the light off and the T.V. on.  Her gown was up around her hips and her 
hands were roaming around in her crotch like it was on fire.  The orgasm came 
quickly, like a bomb going off in her groin.  She was imagining Bobby's eyes 
as he stared into the mirror.  She spasamed again, bringing her thighs 
together around the hands still clawing away in her pussy.  Her pubic hair was 
wet and she hadn't even fingered herself.  Oh !  God !  She had to get laid 
and hoped Hank came to bed soon.  What was she thinking ?  The son-of-a-bitch 
was fucking some college bimbo and she was playing with herself...Visions of 
Bobby threaded their way through her mind.

    It was after nine when the front door bell rang.  Hank rushed to get it.  
It was Terry.  Thank God !   Margaret was already in bed.  They were out on 
the front porch.  Hank quickly told Terry about his trip.  She asked what 
hotel he was staying at ?  Hank was clueless !?  Terry asked him when he'd 
arrive ?  He told her about noon tomorrow.  She pulled a cell phone out of her 
purse and made a call.

    "Carol ?"

    "No...This is Erin.  What can I do for you, Terry ?"

    The conversation lasted no more than thirty seconds and if Hank thought he 
knew what they were talking about...He was sadly mistaken and it was deep into 
the night before he sprang up in bed and figured it out.  It had nothing to do 
with meeting whoever Erin was, to go shopping at noon tomorrow.  That's why 
she wanted to know his call sign.

    Margaret sprang out of bed when the door bell rang.  She peered through 
the blinds and got a good look at the young girl on the front porch.  Could he 
be fucking both Rachael and this one ?  She wondered who the young girl was 
calling ?  Margaret feigned asleep when Hank came to bed.  Neither of them 
talked much the next morning and then Hank was gone and she was alone.

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX *****

    It was three-thirty.  He'd been pacing the motel room for over an hour. 
Terry told him last night that they would call him.  He was impatient and 
horny.  Another fucking orgy ?  Shit !  He was hoping this Willy guy would 
bring more than a couple of girls.  Terry said he always had a whole bunch 
hanging around.  He was getting a hardon thinking about it.  The ringing phone 
jerked him back to reality.

    "Hey !  Hank...Willy here.  Why don't we meet down in the bar in twenty 
minutes...Sound good ?"

    The pause was deafening.  It went on for almost five seconds.  "Hank ?  
Hank ?  You there ?"

    Hank mumbled something about twenty minutes and hung up the phone.

    He felt foolish wandering about, looking for someone he'd never met.  He 
spotted an aging hippie sitting in the lounge...Long, gray pony tail, bell 
bottoms, madras shirt...This couldn't be the guy.   Could it ?  As he 
approached the bar, in walked a well dressed guy in his thirties.  Hank was 
sure this was the guy.

    "Hey !  Hank...Willy...Long time no see."

    Hank whirled to find the hippie with his hand stuck out.  Hank grasped it 
and shook.  Willy had a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the bar.  They 
were silent for a few seconds while Hank hailed a beer.  He asked Willy if he 
wanted one ?

    "Nah...don't touch much of that...how'd you get into flying ?"  They 
talked for more than an hour.  Hank was impatient.  A gorgeous woman had come 
in to join the well dressed guy.  Hank was sneaking looks at the woman every 
few seconds while listening to this Willy guy go on and on about 'Nam.

    That was so long ago.  Hank's mind wandered...Viet Nam...Wow !  Hard to 
believe he was ever there...Got out right after his tour...Started flying 
commercially.  He'd accumulated over fifteen thousand hours of flying time but 
never seemed to get a descent shot at the majors.  So, he started his own 
company and flew charters...Not bad...Made about a hundred thousand net last 
year...With what Margaret brought in...The total was close to two hundred 
thousand.  Their last kid was off to college and they were now alone.  Hank 
had been waiting for this a long, long time.  The house to himself and 
Margaret alone...fucking her every night...But that hadn't happened.  
Something else had !  He.....

    "You know...He's tired of fucking her !"

    Hank looked at Willy like he was nuts.  Early thirties...The guy was 
probably prying it open every night...He would be !

    "Yea !  That's the way I see it but let me tell you..."  Willy lowered his 
voice.  "I flew in with some real fine looking young ladies this morning.  
They're just dying to meet you.  It'll take us more than all afternoon and 
evening to get tired of..."

    Hank didn't catch the last of it.  Willy was getting up and heading for 
the door.  Hank rushed to follow and off they went in a van.

    "Open the glove compartment."  Hank did.  Lay there was a huge baggie of 
grass.  Compared to what he bought, this had to be three, four ounces.  Bobby 
told him he'd bought an eighth of an ounce.  He wondered if it was the same 
shit ?  He stuck his nose in the baggie and then the aroma of burnt marijuana 
was filling the van.  The hippie guy was hitting off a joint.

    Willy passed it to Hank and then started talking.  "You think this will be 
enough for six of us ?"  Hank lost a whole lung full of smoke.  Fuck !  Four 
young ladies.  He was getting hard already.

    Hank jumped a bit when Willy touched him on the arm.  He handed the joint 
to Willy then just stared at him while he sucked on the joint.  Willy squeaked 
out.  "These girls have been pestering me for quite a while.  I'm pretty sure 
they know what's up...Oh !  Wow !  Good shit, huh ?  Hey !  I was hoping to 
bring one of their mother's but she couldn't get off work.  Terry said you 
might know some...Mothers, that is ?"

    Hank was blown away.  He was into his third hit off the joint and just had 
to have some of this shit...A mother...why not !?  They were pulling into a 
motel parking lot and Willy was out of the car.  Hank followed and after 
walking through the lobby and talking with the desk clerk, Willy headed down 
the hall...First floor.

    Willy knocked on the door.  Hank just realized he had the dope in his 
pocket.  He laughed and then his eyes sprang open when he saw the young thing 
who answered the door...Twice as good looking as Terry.  Willy was dragging 
him through the door.

    "Well...girls...our friend is here with the stuff."  The four of them 
stared at Hank.

    Terry got up off one of the beds and walked over to him.  "Told you it'd 
be cool."  She started rubbing his pockets to find the dope.  After pulling 
the baggie out of his pocket, she tossed it across the room to a blonde.  The 
girl took it to one of the night stands and started packing the bowl for 
a three foot high bong, resting on the floor.  Hank noticed that there were 
two pipes on the coffee table.  Only two beds in the room but they were queen 
size...No connecting doors.  The hippie guy went to the bathroom and Hank 
could hear him pissing.

    The two pipes were making the rounds.  The room was a fog of marijuana 
smoke.  Off the six of them went, getting just as stoned as they possibly 
could.  Hank was in lower earth orbit when he noticed a little brunette going 
down on the hippie guy.  The hippie fucker was totally bare ass naked.

    Shit !  Hank couldn't remember if he'd come out of the bathroom naked ?  
He started laughing but stopped abruptly when a stacked little brunette came 
out of the bathroom with just a "T" shirt on.

    "Pull it up, honey...Come on, Traci...Show us your beaver."  The hippie 
was laughing.  He looked over at Hank, the little brunette still sucking his 
cock, her head bobbing over his groin.  "Her last name's Forrest."  The hippie 
guy lay back on the bed, laughing as the stacked brunette climbed up on his 
face.  Hank figured the hippie guy was going to see lots of her "forest" now.  
He started laughing and turned to find Terry bare ass naked, helping the 
little blonde out of her clothes.

    Hank was on his feet in seconds, stripping off his clothes.  He was down 
to his jockey shorts, his bone clearly visible.  The two young ladies were 
kissing each other; each with a hand in the other's crotch, fingering each 
other's pussy.  Hank ripped his shorts off and climbed up on to the bed.  He 
spread the little blonde's legs and pulled Terry's hand out of her crotch.

    He was in her in seconds and she squealed a bit.  When he started fucking 
her, she screamed.  "God !  He's fucking huge...Oh...Fuck !"  Hank did.  His 
hips were a blur as he pumped his cock in and out of this young thing's cunt.  
She was tight and hot and slick and Oh !  Fuck !  His cock was hemorrhaging 
semen.  She got slicker and then gooey and still he was fucking her.  His cock 
wasn't getting soft.  He was still pounding her !

    The tap on his shoulder freaked him out.  The hippie guy, Willy, was 
standing right next to the bed.  He had a hardon and Hank figured he wanted a 
little bit of the blonde.  Hank bounced off the bed away from Willy and before 
he'd rounded the end, Willy was just fucking the shit out the little thing.  
Terry was wrapping herself around him, slithering around like a snake.

    Hank was still confused.  He had just a blown a load the size of Lake 
Meade into this young thing's belly and Fuck !  He was still iron hard and 
horny.  He climbed on to the next bed and between the legs of the stacked 
brunette.  She had quite a dark forest of pubic hair between her legs and her 
tits were magnificent.  He was fucking her in seconds,  She was nice and 
loose, wet and warm; he wondered if Willy had blown a load in her ?  He didn't 
care...Another little brunette, almost flat chested, crawled on to his back as 
he fucked the stacked one.

    Willy had Terry on her knees and was assaulting her behind as she chowed 
down on the other little blonde.  Hank was on his back watching.  The flat 
chested brunette was licking his cum off the stacked one's tits.  Just moments 
before...Before he blew his load, he'd jumped to his knees, straddled the 
brunette's middle and started grinding his cunt butter slick cock against her 
tits.  She got the picture and pushed her big titties together.  Hank was off 
and fucking them.  Her areolae were large and a light brown with comparatively 
small nipples and wrinkled all around as he fucked her tits.

    His load ricocheted off her breast bone and slobbered down around her 
neck...A real pearl necklace.  The flat chested one wasted no time and was 
gobbling it up.  Hank pushed her away and moved to her rear. He noticed her 
hairless cunt as he plugged into her.  She was licking the other one's tits.  
He was in the ozone and couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was !

    He was just fucking the shit out of this young thing, on her knees before 
him, spreading her ass apart and watching her totally hairless anus wrinkle 
around as he fucked her.  His cock looked like a thick pipe of flesh growing 
out of a pair of perfectly hairless, cunt butter slick vagina lips.  Her cunt 
had a froth of semen surrounding it.  He was there again and his semen started 
dribbling out of her.  He fucked faster.  He was afraid he was going to run 
out of hardons but then this was still his first.  He threw his head back and 
laughed !

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    Margaret was bored as shit.  She couldn't get the picture out of her 
mind...Hank escorting that teenager out to her car.  He never touched her and 
they didn't kiss but fuck !  It was only eight in the morning.  The whole 
fucking neighborhood could tell he'd been fucking her...She wondered if Hank 
was getting a little strange on this trip ?  If he was doing it at home, he 
was probably doing it on the road.  She was damn near positive !?

    He hadn't given her anywhere near the kind of sex he used to.  Shit !  
Just weeks ago, they had the best sex they'd had in years.  He was like an 
animal.  She wondered if that was because he was fucking someone else and 
that's the way he fucks her ?  Does he fuck that college girl, Rachael, like 
that ?  Margaret knew she couldn't compete with that...Eighteen, nineteen 
years old, nice large breasts.

    Margaret had seen her around their pool plenty of times...Almost perfect 
tits.  Oh !  God !  What if their son had...The door bell rang.  It was after 
nine...Who the fuck could this be ?

    She peeked out the curtains and saw Bobby Talbot standing with his back to 
her.  He was about to leave so she tapped on the window.  He waved.  She held 
up one finger, whispering.  "One minute, Bobby."  She laughed as she went to 
get her robe, thinking he couldn't hear her anyway...Then at the closet, she 
decided to forget the robe.  He couldn't see through her night gown.  It was a 
little short, though.  She just wouldn't let him sit across from her.

    She rushed to the door and opened it a bit, sticking her head out.  "A 
little late, isn't it ?  And the party animal's out of town."

    "Wow !  Sorry...I'm a little stoned and didn't think it was that late."  
He looked at his wrist, didn't have a watch on and giggled a little.   
Margaret opened the door a little wider and Bobby continued.  "I know Hank's 
gone but I thought maybe I could keep you company or we could watch a movie 
and maybe, have a glass of wine...or..."  His sentences ran on and on together 
and she just noticed the bag in his hand.  She opened the door all the way and 
Bobby Talbot knew he was going to get laid.  He hoped Hank wasn't kidding the 
other day about giving it the ol' college try or whatever ?!

    Margaret went to get some glasses and Bobby wandered out on to the porch, 
the movie already forgotten.  Step one, a success...On to step two...He put 
the wine on the little table between the patio chairs and quickly torched up 
his pipe.  He took a big hit and then there was a knock at the kitchen window.

    He wandered over and found Margaret tapping on the glass.  She was leaning 
forward and with the kitchen light the way it was, Bobby could see her dark 
areolae through the cotton of her night shirt.  The night shirt was kind of 
sexy but it wasn't...Well, the shortness was sexy and he was sure she wasn't 
wearing any panties.  He'd love to get a good peek at her snatch tonight.  
Hank wasn't going to be back until Sunday afternoon.  Maybe he could talk her 
into letting him spend the night tomorrow night ?

    Margaret saw the pipe and shook her finger at him.  That damn son of her's 
had probably told him she was a pot head from way back.  She knew her son and 
Bobby had experimented with it...And, where Bobby got the bottle of wine ?  She 
had no idea !  She mouthed the words, "Where's the wine ?"  And then held up 
her hands like she was clueless.  He just took another hit off the pipe and 
laughed, wandering off towards the door.

    When he entered the kitchen, he exhaled and then passed her the pipe.  
"What'd you say ?"  He was whispering.

    "Why are you whispering, Bobby ?  Don't want your friends to know you're 
over here hitting on a woman old enough to be your mother ?"  She was kidding 
and laughed.  The look on his face stopped her moments later.  He was staring 
at her night shirt like she was naked.  It was another few moments before she 
realized that with the light in the kitchen he could see her silhouette right 
through the material.  She stepped to the counter and Bobby finally looked up 
at her face.

    "Lead the way, Don Juan."  She laughed as he headed for the patio.  She 
didn't particularly want him staring at her butt as she led the way.  The way 
he looked at her in the kitchen...Well, she was sure he didn't look at his 
mother that way.  Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea ?  She made sure 
there was no way he could look up the hem of her night shirt as she seated 
herself on the patio.

    Bobby was already holding out the pipe.  He was holding his breath and 
Margaret remembered the ritual from so long ago.  They usually smoked hand 
rolled cigarettes back then.  She held the smoke in and handed the pipe back 
to Bobby.  Ten minutes later she realized he was talking but had no earthly 
idea what he was saying.  She started laughing and then he was pleading with 
her that what he said was true.  She laughed even louder, still not having a 
clue what he was talking about ?  He started laughing, too !  They both 
stopped, almost at once, realizing that they were being quite noisy.

    Bobby leaned over to her and she leaned toward him.  "Wanna play blind 
man's bluff in the pool ?"  She laughed before she realized what he was asking 
and then...His face was so close...He was serious.  She was sure he meant 
naked ?  She'd force the issue.

    "Did you bring a suit ?"  He shook his head back and forth.

    "You don't need one either...Five minutes and if I don't catch you...You 
can get out."

    She was silent.  Bobby thought he'd over played his hand.  Maybe, she 
wasn't that stoned ?  Maybe, she'd hate him ?  It was only worth it if it 
worked.  He was afraid he'd blown it but stared right back into her eyes.  
Neither of them had blinked since he outlined the game.  It was a big pool but 
he was pretty sure if they were both in it he'd manage to corner her 
and...Well, he knew they'd fuck if her cornered her because...Well, he 
figured...Well, he wasn't sure...Shit !  She turned him on, a grown woman.  
What the fuck !?  Too late now !

    His cock was fully hard in his jeans.  He thought about leaning back.  She 
was sure to see it.  He decided not to.  She was still staring into his eyes.  
Like she snapped out of a trance, she sat back.  Then she was standing.

    "I'll get a blindfold.  And I get to tie it on."  She was gone but not 
before her gaze traveled through his crotch.  He was sure she saw it.  He 
moved it around in his jeans to make it more comfortable.  It was still 
clearly visible.

    Margaret had a dish towel in her hands, folding it up.  God !  The kid had 
a hardon.  Time to fish or cut bait as her father used to say.  She still 
wasn't sure she wanted to go back out on the patio.  If she went to bed, she 
was sure Bobby would leave.  She wasn't tired though and knew she wouldn't 
sleep if she went to bed.  Margaret was too keyed up to sleep and wondered 
what her husband was doing...Maybe, fucking someone ?  She just realized her 
nipples were hard.  She pinched one and shivered, turned and walked toward the 
back patio.

    She was standing behind him and wrapping the dish towel around his eyes.  
They were silent as she led him to the pool steps.  She stepped into the pool 
and then threw her night shirt over on the decking; slipped into the water and 
quickly pushed away from the steps.  Floating on her back, she kept her eyes 
on him.  She could feel the water against her sex and her nipples were like 
stone.

    He was pulling his "T" shirt off and she was afraid the blind fold would 
come off.  Maybe, he arranged it so he could see her ?  The lights were off in 
the pool.  He wouldn't see much.

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    Bobby Talbot was so excited he could hardly get the button to his jeans 
undone...Probably because, in his pants, he had the hardon of a life time.  He 
almost fell as he lowered them to the pool decking and would have sworn he 
heard her gasp.  He felt in front of him for the pool and slowly made his way 
down the steps.

    Margaret was surprised at the size.  God !  The kid had a monster hardon.  
Well, not like Hank's but not far off either...Almost as long but nowhere near 
as fat.  She laughed as visions of her doing a more in depth comparison 
flashed through her mind.

    Margaret moved closer to the ladder as he made his way toward the deep 
end.  She was hanging on to the ladder and not moving a bit.  He was less than 
five feet away and she could hear him breathing.  She wondered if his cock was 
still hard ?

    Bobby was just swimming around.  He had no idea where she was but bet it 
was the deep end.  More room to maneuver and she could go to the bottom.  He 
thought of cheating when he took off his shirt but wanted to win the prize 
fair and square...Plus he was sure she wanted this as much as he did ?!

    Margaret could feel the ebb and flow of the water, Bobby was so close.  As 
she moved on down toward the shallow end, his foot lashed out.  It grazed her 
shin.  She lunged away from him...Too late, his hand closed around her 
ankle...She was caught.  No sense struggling.  He was over six-three or so.  
He had her.

    Her stomach was full of butter flies.  She'd never cheated on Hank and was 
pretty sure that he'd been pretty faithful, too...Until lately, that is ?  
Bobby's hands were around her waist.  She could feel his boner against her 
rear end.  He was still hard.  She pushed back against it, capturing it with 
the crack of her ass and gave it a hard squeeze.

    Bobby knew he'd been lucky.  Shit !  He'd hardly been in the pool a 
minute.  Margaret might be one horny lady !?  After all, Hank had been fucking 
Rachael and Mary Lou just about everyday he was home.  His cock throbbed as he 
pulled her to him.  His hands went around her waist and then his cock was 
against her ass.  She squeezed his cock with her ass !

    Fuck !  He had to fuck her and whirled her around.  Her legs came up and 
wrapped themselves around his waist.  One of her arms was around his neck, the 
other between her legs, guiding his cock to her cunt.  He was in her and she 
moaned.  His hands were on her butt and he was fucking her.  She was sucking 
on his neck and her cunt was milking him.  God !  She was hot !

    Margaret's back was against the pool railing and Bobby was starting to tee 
off in her vagina.  He was still wearing the blindfold and just pumping her 
belly full of cock.  His hands were gripping her ass cheeks and he was moving 
her on and off his cock as he stood there in the chest high water.  Her cunt 
felt slimy and gooey and then it was full of semen.  She could feel his cock 
spasm and spasm and then it was dribbling out of her into the pool water.  
He was still fucking her and then it was on her.  She went stiff for a moment 
and then her legs jerked around in the water as his cock fucked in and out of 
her.  She felt loose and still he fucked her.  Her stomach was like a wash 
board then her cunt started to spasm around the shrinking pole in her belly.

    She was clinging to him when he finally slipped out of her.  She could 
feel his breath on her neck.  His hands were still massaging her ass cheeks.  
She shivered a little and then shook a lot.  Her legs were cramped when she 
finally stood.  He took off the blindfold.

    "I want to see you...I also want you again...I hope you won't ask me to 
leave ?"  He almost stuttered.

    Margaret laughed a little.  "No...I don't think I'm going to do that."

    .....She was on her knees in the shower, sucking his cock.  He was just 
hard as rock and she wanted him to fuck her again.  She licked up to his mouth 
and rubbed her body against him.  After sucking him, she realized he was much 
thinner than Hank but that was ok.  He was a wild man in the pool...Like a 
fucking machine.  She giggled as he turned her toward the shower wall.  She 
had her hands on the wall and bent at the waist before she felt the pole of 
flesh against her ass crack.

    Bobby was in paradise.  He pried Margaret's butt cheeks apart and was met 
by a mess of dark, curly hair.  Just like Rachael, only darker.  A few fingers 
wandered over her asshole on the way to her dangling, pink cunt lips.  Ol' 
Margaret had a big cunt but was a wild woman.  The way she jerked around on 
his pole in the pool...He was like steel.  He pushed the head of his cock into 
her and she pushed right back on to his cock.  Her ass cheeks made his cock 
disappear but he knew it was buried in her.  He stepped away and pulled out of 
her.

    "Grab your ankles, Margaret."  She stepped back and firmly grasped both of 
her ankles.  Bobby stepped forward and guided his cock head to her cunt.  His 
hands were on her hips and she screamed a little when he drove it into her 
belly.  He was fucking her like a wild man.  Just pounding her...Her head 
hitting the wall with every thrust.  Her brain exploded and she crumpled to 
the ground.  She was writhing around on the floor of the shower and Bobby 
still had this hardon.

    They were in the bedroom.  She was on her knees.  Bobby was fucking her 
like an animal.  She had a pillow in her arms and was filling it with screams 
of orgasm.  Her cunt was sore.  Her legs trembled.  Still the young man fucked 
her and fucked her.  Visions of Hank giving it to her like this flooded her 
brain.  Then it was another woman, begging Hank to fuck her harder and faster.  
She struggled to her hands and roared out.  "Come on, Bobby...Fuck me, stud !"

    Her cunt was raw hamburger.  She rolled away from him.  He was still hard.  
Laughing, even.  He crawled toward her and she went for his cock.  It was 
slick with cum and what else ?  Herself ?  There was something about tasting 
herself...It'd been several weeks since she'd done that with Hank.  The young 
teenager was thrusting and then she felt the spurts of his eruption.  Her 
mouth filled and his seed dribbled down her chin as she tried to drink him.

                                    *****

    Randy Rosentahll was playing some mindless video game on his computer when 
he heard the splash.  Sometimes the neighbors swam naked and he always got his 
rocks off watching them...He had a little video, too.  But it was pretty dark 
and you couldn't see much.  He grabbed the camera off the shelf and popped in 
a new tape.

    His crowning achievement was a two hour video clip of his mother and one 
of her boy friends a couple of years ago.  He was eleven.  Just starting to 
whack it.  He only crept back to his room after five hours in her closet.  He'd 
cum twice listening to them.  The video wasn't that hot but the sound more 
than made up for it.

    He'd never caught the Helva's fucking...But look at this...Randy 
Rosentahll scored pay dirt tonight !  Fuckin' "A" !  It wasn't even old man 
Helva !  It was his son's friend, Bobby.  Randy had his pecker out and was 
flogging it like mad as he watched the woman slither around on Bobby's cock.  
He wasn't ten strokes into it when he blew a load into the lower part of the 
window.  The camcorder stopped only after they got out of the pool and 
disappeared under the patio cover.

    Randy blew off cleaning up his mess and began tip-toeing down the hall.  
Taking the video camera with him.  His mother had gone to bed just an hour or 
so ago.

    She'd caught him once, whacking off while he was watching some "R" rate 
movie downstairs, a couple of years ago.  So Randy was a quiet Jose !  He was 
out the kitchen door and into the backyard.  It was quiet.  He was hoping to 
hear them grunting and groaning on the porch.  Shit !  He might have to enter 
the neighbor's house ?  His cock was already getting hard again.

    He quietly lifted himself to the top of the wall and looked over.  The 
pool was still.  He lowered himself and thought for a long time.  This was the 
opportunity of a life time...Don't fuck it up, Randy.  He was back on the wall 
and topping it.  He landed in a crouch on the pool decking.  He froze and 
listened.  Not a sound.  After retrieving the camera, he dropped to his knees 
and worked his way to the Helva's bedroom door.  They had one of those doors 
that opens out on to the pool area from their bedroom.

    The drapes were open but the bedroom was dark.  Randy lay quietly on the 
pool decking.  A noise alerted him.  He raised his head and there they were, 
coming out of the bathroom.  He had the video rolling in seconds.  They were 
both still naked and Bobby had a hardon.  Mrs. Helva had a lot of hair between 
her legs.  She was on her knees looking back at Bobby.  She said something.  
Bobby laughed.  Randy wished he could hear.  Shit !  The door was probably 
open.  He slithered beyond the bedroom and up on to the porch.

    He was into the house and down the hall in less than a minute.  He could 
hear her screaming for Bobby to fuck her faster and harder.  He had his cock 
out and was whacking to beat the band.  One, two, three spurts of cum exploded 
out of Randy's cock.  He was still hard and whacking.  He could hear their wet 
bodies slapping together.  He was cuming again...Another two spurts.

                                [continued in]
                                  The Stars
                                 [part three]


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