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    Second Opinion
    by Ann Douglas

    It was the last big party of the summer, and with few
exceptions, all the guests agreed that it was the best they'd had
in four years at Boulder Ridge High School.  Technically, their
days at Boulder Ridge had ended some six weeks before with
graduation, but the numerous parties that had begun with prom
night had delayed their final parting until tonight.  Come Monday
morning, the first of them would spread out across the country
to the various colleges they would be attending.  Nevertheless,
for tonight at least, Monday seemed years away.

    "Fantastic party,"  Jim Higgens said to Tom Richardson
as he patted the former all-county halfback on the shoulder,
"your parents have really outdone themselves this time."

    "Yeah, I guess they have,"  the dark-skinned eighteen-
year-old smiled as he acknowledged his friend's compliment.
"But that's my Mom and Dad, they worked hard to get where
they are and they don't like to do anything second-rate."

    Throughout Tom's last two years at Boulder Ridge, the
Richardson's large two-story colonial had become the gathering
place for him and his classmates.  Situated at the end of town,
the home of Doctor Isaac and Mrs. Susan Richardson had been
designed to accommodate their only child's enjoyment in every
way possible.  Including a large entertainment center in the
basement, an outdoor pool and a basketball court.  It was a rare
weekend that one or more of his friends didn't find a way to stay
over as houseguests.

    Tom left Jim behind and continued his search for his
best friend.  More times than not, Sean O'Conner was the
preferred weekend houseguest and it had been that way since
the two unlikely friends had first met back in junior high school.
Total opposites at first glance, the two had found a common
interest in science fiction when they were both looking for the
same book in the school library.  From there a friendship had
grown until the things they had in common more than
outweighed what was still different.

    His search was finally rewarded when he found Sean
where he suspected he might be, sitting at the kitchen table with
his mother.  With the death of both his parents when he was
ten, the Irish teen had been raised by his grandparents.  Susan
Richardson had practically adopted the boy the day Tom had
first brought him home.

    "Forty-two people outside having a good time, half of
them female, and I find you here,"  Tom said as he admonished
his friend.

    "I'm having a good time here,"  Sean replied with a
forced smile.  "I always enjoy talking to your Mom."

    The look on Tom's face told him that wasn't the kind of
good time he was talking about.

    "Tom's right, Sean,"  Susan said as she took in the look
on her son's face.  "You should go back to the party."

    "I wouldn't want to leave you all alone," Sean said,
knowing that Doctor Richardson was out of town for the
weekend.

    "I'm perfectly fine,"  she laughed,  "besides, my sister is
coming over.  In fact she should have been here by now and…"

    As if to underscore her assurance,  the outer door that
led to the side stairs opened and in walked Joan Tomlinson.  All
eyes turned in her direction and each saw her differently.  To
Susan, she was the sister she had shared her life with, ever
since they had been born, ten minutes apart, some thirty-eight
years ago.  For Tom, she was the aunt that appeared irregularly
in his life, spending most of her time crisscrossing the country
on business, leaving behind three failed marriages in the
process.

    Sean had only met her a few times, but each time he
was taken by how similar and different Joan was from Susan.
They had been born identical twins but life choices and personal
tastes had given each an identity of her own. It was as if the
same face had been put on two different bodies.  Susan was
the heavier of the two, outweighing her younger sister by almost
twenty pounds.  She also had longer hair, reaching down to her
shoulders while Joan kept her black locks cropped tightly
against her scalp.

    "Speak of the devil,"  Susan said as Joan closed the
door behind her.

    "Ah sis, you always say the nicest things,"  Joan smiled,
not sure if Susan was speaking figuratively or literally.  There
had been many times over the years it had been one or the
other.

    'Hi Aunt Joan,"  Tom said as he moved forward to
embrace his aunt.

    "I didn't think it was possible,"  Joan said as she
wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.  "You get
more handsome every time I come to visit.  Obviously you get
your looks from our side of the family."

    "And you remember, Sean, don't you?"  Susan said,
ignoring the slight to her husband, with whom Joan had never
gotten along with.  It was no coincidence that her visits usually
coincided with his absences.

    "Oh yes, the writer,"  Joan said, looking over the slightly
taller boy as she released her hold on her nephew.  "How is that
coming along?"

    "It's coming okay, Mrs. Tomlinson "  Sean replied.  "It's
nice to see you again."

    "Joan, please,"  she replied,  "a young man as grown up
as you should be calling me Joan."

    Sean just smiled, not commenting that he felt funny
calling her by her first name.

    "Sean is too modest,"  Susan interjected, coming to his
rescue.  "It's more than coming okay.  He's had two stories
published in anthology magazines this year and he's been
awarded a scholarship to State based on his writings."

    "It's only a partial scholarship,"  Sean corrected.

    "Still, I'm impressed." Joan said unexpectedly.  "You
know, I have a friend who's an editor at Wilson Publishing.  If
you're really as good as Susan says, I'd be happy to ask her to
look at your work."

    "I don't know,"  Sean said hesitantly.

    "It's just something for you to consider,"  Joan said.

    "And it's something to be considered tomorrow or the
day after,"  Susan pointed out.  "Right now these two have a
party to get back to."

    "Well never let it be said that I stood in the way of a
party,"  Joan laughed.  "In fact, maybe I should… "

    A look from her older sister put an instant end to any
thought of joining the party.  Instead she told them to have a
good time and she'd talk to them tomorrow.

                -=-=-=-=

    Tom led Sean out onto the porch where a few of his
guests had gathered.  It only took a moment for him to realize
that was the last place Sean needed to be right now.

    Sitting in one of the wicker chairs, surrounded by a half
dozen admirers, was a rather pretty redhead.  Her name was
Sandra Kennedy and up until last month, she had been Sean's
girlfriend.  Tom had seen her arrive earlier in the night but hadn't
run into her since.  Now he took the time to take a good look.

Sandra had never been exactly bashful about showing off her
body, but even for her the outfit she wore seemed excessive.  If
there was still such a thing as a proper hem line, her dress was
at least an inch above it and at the other end it was cut just
deep enough to show more cleavage then it should.

    He realized of course  that he was looking at her though
the eyes of his friend who she had hurt.  That it wasn't too long
ago that he loved to look at her when she showed off.

    "Come on, let's head over to the basketball court and
find you someone to dance with,"  Tom said, ignoring Sandra
and the guys around her.

    Not saying a word, Sean took his friend's suggestion.

    Despite his own often seen  self-depreciation, Sean had
no problem finding a dance partner.  In fact, more than a few
female classmates had been quite happy to hear that he and
Sandra had broken up.  Their only regret was that none of them
had been able, as of yet, to take her place.

    At five foot six and a hundred and thirty-eight pounds,
Sean O'Conner had short brown hair and boyish looks that
made him almost irresistible.  He was smart, articulate, and just
plain fun to be with.  Once you got him to open up that is.

    That was something that not even Tom had been able
to do in the last few weeks.  Not the most sensitive guy in the
world, even he had finally realized that his comment about
Sandra's dumping him, that at least he'd gotten to fuck her first,
could've been better put.

    It actually was, Sean had concluded, the fact that he
had fucked her, which had led to their breakup.  All told, they
had done the deed a total of four times over the last two months
of their relationship.  It was understandable, they both realized,
that the first, and maybe even the second time would be
underwhelming.  Oh it had been fun enough, but then so again
was masturbation.  It was only when times three and four failed
to produce any improvement that Sandra had announced that
they needed to talk.

    The talk had been simple enough.  She liked him, she
really did, and he was totally the kind of guy that she'd want as a
friend.  However, it was becoming obvious that was all they
were meant to be.  The chemistry just wasn't there for anything
more.

    That the problem might be hers never occurred to
Sandra.  The fact that she was the kind of girl who just laid there
and opened her legs was a big part of why the sex had been
unspectacular.  Moreover, she wasn't about to even consider
the idea of oral sex, either giving or receiving.  That was, she
believed, the sort of thing only trashy girls did.  If she ever got
the nerve to survey her classmates about the subject, she'd
have been horrified to discover that just about all of her friends
classified as just that kind of trash.

    Still, Sean had been too much of a gentleman to put the
blame on Sandra, or even discuss what had happened with his
best friend, other than to acknowledge the fact that yes, they
had finally done it.  So, sure that something was wrong with him,
the seventeen-year-old was reluctant to get too close to anyone
else right now, no matter how willing some of the young ladies
seemed.

    By the time the party was over, Sean had danced with a
half-dozen girls, each doing their best to try to interest him.
Shirley Rourke had gone so far as to practically grope him as
their bodies pressed together during a slow dance.  His body
had reacted to the stimulation quickly enough, but unfortunately
for her while the flesh was certainly willing enough, the spirit
was indeed lacking.

    Once the party ended and most of the clean up had
been accomplished, the guests made their goodbyes and left
one by one, with some leaving two by two.  Sean hadn't seen
Sandra leave so he had no idea which category she had been
in.  His own plans called for him to spend the night as he was
going to help Tom load up his things for the trip to the upstate
college he was going off to come Monday.  Sean's scholarship
had been for a local school and that suited him just fine.  He'd
be able to study what he wanted and still help out his
grandparents.

    "Hey Sean,"  Tom called out when he spotted his friend
tossing the last plastic bag of party garbage into the trashcan.

    "It was a great party, Tom,"  he said as the larger teen
caught up to him.  "Everyone had a great time."

    "Even you?"  Tom asked, a look of disbelief on his face.

    "I had a good time, so stop worrying about it,"  Sean
assured him, his voice lacking the conviction he wished it did.

    "All right, suite yourself,"  Tom said, deciding that he
was beating a dead horse to say the least.  "Listen, we have a
little problem."

    "What's the matter?"  Sean said with some urgency,
thinking that perhaps someone had gotten sick or even hurt.  It
had happened at other parties they'd been to over the summer.

    "No, nothing like that,"  Tom answered just as quickly,
realizing what Sean was thinking.  "It's just that we have a little
problem with the sleeping arrangements."

    "Oh?"

    "Whitney changed her mind and is going to stay over for
the weekend,"  Tom said.

    Whitney Summers had been Tom's girlfriend since
freshman year and, as Tom had once confided in him, his bed
partner every chance they got for the last two.  Eventually it
became apparent to their parents as well.  Rather that try to
forbid it, and having as little success as they knew their own
parents had had with them, they settled instead with making
sure both were acting responsibly and that no accidents
happened.

    Neither Tom or Whitney had flaunted it in their parent's
faces by sleeping together under their own roof, at least not
when anyone else had been home.  This would be the first time.
Still, they were both now of legal age and since it was no secret
that they were going to be sharing a dorm room at school, it
seemed a little silly to say they couldn't sleep in Tom's room
now.

    The problem was immediately apparent to Sean.  While
there were two beds in Tom's room, and it was obvious that only
one of them was going to be occupied,  the last thing Tom and
Whitney wanted was him in the other.

    "I got it,"  Sean assured his pal,  "I'll just sleep in the
guest room."

    "That's the other problem,"  Tom went on.  "Even
though Mom made sure that there wasn't any kind of booze at
the party, that rule didn't apply to her and Aunt Joan.  I think
they had more than a few while they were hanging out in the
kitchen.  There's no way that Mom is going to let her sister drive
home in that condition."

    "And she shouldn't,"  Sean replied, thinking that let out
the guest room.  "So should I head home and come back in the
morning?"

    "Well,  you could do that,"  Tom offered, reluctance in
his voice, "or if you don't mind, there's always the couch down in
the basement playroom."

    "Oh yeah, I forgot about that,"  Sean said.  "The couch
would be fine."

    "Are you sure?"  Tom asked, thinking that if the situation
were reversed, he might have been a little put off by being
asked to sleep on a couch while his buddy curled up in a nice
soft bed with a naked girl to keep him company.

    "Hey, it's not like it would be the first time I'd fallen
asleep on it,"  Sean smiled as he remembered a few all-night
movie marathons that they hadn't made it to the end of.  "The
couch will be fine."

                -=-=-=-=

    It had only took a few minutes for Tom to break out a
couple of sheets and a pillow from the basement closet for Sean
to use while he went upstairs and got his gym bag from where
he had left it.  Mrs. Richardson and her sister must've already
turned in, he thought, as he didn't see them as he walked
through the house.  Reaching Tom's room, Sean thought it
prudent to knock first and announce himself, not knowing if
Whitney would still be dressed or if she might have changed
into nightclothes, or even nothing, to surprise Tom when he
came up.

    "Come on in, Sean,"  he heard Whitney say from the
other side of the door,  "I'm decent."  She paused a second and
then added with a laugh, "or at least dressed."

    Sean grinned at the old joke as he opened the door and
stepped inside.  In a way, it would've been easier if she had
been naked, at least he didn't think she would've looked as
erotic as she did.  Sitting across the bed, Whitney was wrapped
in a white terrycloth robe that reached down to just above her
knees.  It was obvious that the robe was all she was wearing
and Sean couldn't help but steal a glance at the long, dark legs
that stretched out from beneath it, or the plentiful cleavage that
was displayed at its folds.  His own problems in no way
prevented him from being aware that Whitney Summers was
one hot looking girl.

    "I really feel a little bad about putting you out of a
comfortable bed,"  Whitney said with a small sigh as she swung
her legs over the side of the bed, in doing so given an even
better view of her breasts.

    In that moment, the memory of those bountiful mounds
bursting free of a bikini top earlier in the summer suddenly filled
Sean's mind.  He had been sitting by the pool, not three feet
from Whitney, when a small clasp that had certainly been
strained to the breaking point had snapped in two.  The two of
them had laughed it off, even as she grabbed what was left of
the top and barely covered her nipples with it.  The image that
had been left behind was still as clear as a photograph.

    "It's fine, don't worry about it,"  he said as he turned
away and grabbed his bag off the floor.

    "Sean,"  she said, causing him to turn around and look
at her again.  "I know I've said this before but I really feel that I
have to say it again.  Sandra is a worthless bitch and I think she
had a lot of fucking nerve showing up at the party, even though I
know the blanket invitation included her as well.  You can do a
lot better.  In fact, if I didn't have Tom, I'd probably want to go
out with you."

    Sean just smiled and didn't say a word, other than to
pause a moment at the door and wish Whitney goodnight.  He'd
heard it before, but didn't they realize that any girl he went out
with was only going to be disappointed with him.

    He passed Tom on the stairs and also wished him
goodnight and said that he'd see them at breakfast.  Not too
early, Tom reminded him as the plan was for everyone to sleep
in.  After all, it was already almost two in the morning.

    Back in the basement, Sean made himself as
comfortable as he could on the couch and soon began to doze
off.  He'd just begun to close his eyes when he thought he'd
heard a sound on the stairs.  Sitting up, he looked into the
darkness at the narrow band of light beaming down from the top
of the stairs.  After a few seconds, he decided he was jumping
at shadows.  Stretching out on the couch, he tried to find the
drowsiness he'd just shaken off.

    Sleep now wouldn't come and he was quite
embarrassed as he admitted to himself the reason why.  All he
could think about was that, just two floors above him, Whitney
had gotten rid of that bathrobe and was now curled up naked
next to Tom.  Probably doing a lot more than just curling up next
to him, he also admitted.  From the gym classes they'd taken
together,  Sean couldn't help but notice that his friend packed
an impressive bulge in his shorts.  One that he wasn't bashful in
mentioning that Whitney didn't have any hesitation in taking in
any part of her body.  Sean had no doubt that at the very least,
she was going down on him right about now.

Despite his embarrassment at thinking about his best friend and
his girl in that way,  Sean's body had reacted to the unbidden
images in his head and he found himself sporting a first class
hard-on.  One that was not going to let him sleep without doing
anything about it.

    Finally giving in to desire, Sean pulled down his shorts
and closed his hand around his cock.  Slowly he began to pump
it as he tried to replace the image of Whitney with someone
else.  Shirley Rourke came to mind and the way her breasts had
pressed against his chest and her hand had 'accidentally'
brushed against his erection while they danced.

    But try as he might, Shirley kept fading away to
replaced again by Whitney.  Finally, thinking that there were
worse images he could be jerking off to, Sean gave in to
temptation and allowed the thoughts of her dark naked flesh
take hold.

    He was getting close to a climax when his eyes popped
open.  Again he had thought he'd head a sound on the stairs.
Almost in a panic, he tossed his head back to look in that
direction, only to again find only shadows.

    "This isn't going to work,"  Sean admitted to himself,
realizing at the same time that the chances of someone actually
coming down those stairs this time of the night were��
astronomical.

    Adjusting his underwear, he got off the couch and
headed for the small closet sized bathroom at the end of the
playroom.  If nothing else, maybe he could piss away his hard-
on.

    The bulb in the small toilet was out so Sean left the door
open to let the light of the small lamp he'd turned on filter into
the room.  It was a small wattage but enough to make sure he
hit the center of the bowl and not the seat.  Once he started, he
felt a sense of relief wash over him.  Evidently he had to go
more than he realized.

    "That does seem a waste of a perfectly good hard-on,"
said a woman's voice from just behind him.

                -=-=-=-=

    Sean thought his heart was about to stop at the thought
that Mrs. Richardson might have seen him playing with himself.
What the woman had actually said had yet to register on him.
His head jerked around and he discovered that despite what he
thought was his recognition of her voice, it hadn't been Susan
Richardson standing behind him.  It had been her sister, Joan.

    "My my, for a white boy that's a pretty impressive piece
of equipment,"  Joan said as she moved closer and got a better
look at the teenager.

    Suddenly aware that he was still holding his cock in his
hand, Sean quickly pulled up his pants to conceal it.

    "I hope you're not doing that on my account,"  Joan said
with a broad smile.  "It's not like its the first cock I've seen, or
even the first white one."

    From somewhere in the back of his mind, Sean
remembered Tom telling him that his Aunt's second husband
had been white.

    "Err, can I help you with something, Mrs. Tomlinson,"
Sean said, wondering if something was wrong.

    "Joan, remember,"  she grinned as she made no
attempt to get out of his way to let him out of the bathroom.
"And can you help me?  That is an interesting question?"

    She was now near enough for Sean to also remember
Tom telling him that his aunt and mother had been at the bottle
earlier.

    "Joan,"  Sean said, thinking that finally using her name
might get her to pay attention,  "I think you've had a little too
much to drink.  Let me help you back up to your room."

    "My sister has had too much to drink,"  Joan retorted,
not moving an inch.  "I can hold my liquor a lot better than she
can.  I'm not so much tipsy as horny."

    Having no idea what to say to that, Sean just held his
tongue.

    "And it doesn't help matters any that I'm sleeping just on
the other side of the wall while my nephew, bless his own horny
heart, has been pounding the hell out of that girlfriend of his for
the better part of a half hour.  Did you know that girl's a
moaner?  Thankfully my sister sleeps like a rock after she's had
a few."

    The confirmation that Tom and Whitney were doing
exactly what he had imagined brought a renewed stirring in
Sean's shorts.  The erection that had been slowly diminishing
quickly found new life.

    "So now we're back to the question, can you do
anything for me?"  Joan said.  "My sister told me the story about
how that redheaded girl I saw out on the porch dumped you
after having gone out with her all year. She said she didn't know
why but unless you're a total asshole, and I don't think Susan
would think so much of you if you were, the problem has to be
with that girl.  Both Susan and I think you're the cutest of Tom's
friends, of course she's not supposed to say that about teenage��
boys who sleep over her house regularly, and from what I just
saw, you're hardly lacking in what God gave you. So I have to
guess she's the one with the problem, not you."

    Despite how many times other people have said that to
him over the last few weeks, this was the first time Sean
considered the idea that it might be true.

    "She said I didn't satisfy her,"  he found himself
admitting, much to his surprise.

    "With a cock like that?"  Joan laughed softly.  "If I had to
guess, I'd say she just didn't know what to do with it."

    Neither of them really had that much idea what they'd
been doing, Sean admitted.  Maybe it was both of their faults,
not just his.

    "But I most certainly do,"  Joan said as she extended a
long index finger and ran it across the length of his cock, now
straining against his briefs.

    "What?"  Sean said, started at her touch and not sure
he heard correctly what she'd said.

    Taking his lack of response for something else, Joan
removed her hand.

    "Am I too old for you, is that it?"  she asked.  "Or is it
that you have a thing against black women?"

    It wasn't that Joan was too old.  How could she be,
Sean would be forced to admit, when his most secret and
discomforting fantasy had been to imagine the woman who had
taken him in as an almost son in a sexual manner.  What would
Tom have though if he ever knew that his best friend had jerked
off to the image of his mother naked.  And as for black women
in general, the thoughts he'd just had about Whitney easily
dispelled that suggestion.

    "No, I don't think you're too old,"  Sean said, keeping the
rest of his answer to himself.

    "Good,"  Joan smiled as she took her other hand and
began to undo the buttons of the man's dress shirt she had
worn to bed.  "And I don't want to hear a word about you're not
being able to satisfy me, you let me worry about that."

    Part of Sean knew this was so very wrong, that he
should get the hell out of there even if he had to walk all the way
home.  That part, the rational part, held little sway however as
more and more of Joan's soft breasts became visible. By the
time her dark, erect nipples came into view, so identical to those
he had gotten brief glimpse of around the pool when Mrs.
Richardson had worn her bathing suit, any hesitation had faded
away.

    "I bet you've taken a peek at my sister's boobs a time or
two, haven't you?"  Joan said, shocking Sean at how easily she
was able to read him.  "You really think she hasn't caught you
looking?  Trust me, she enjoyed having you look.  It's just that
she's not in a position to do anything about it, not even with that
jerk she's married to away so much of the time.  I on the other
hand, don't have any such problem."

    With that, she took hold of the back of his head and
guided it towards her exposed left breast.  Sean opened his
mouth as she pressed her nipple into it, giving off a loud sigh as
his lips closed around it.

                -=-=-=-=

    Sean quickly became so enraptured by the feel of
Joan's breast pressed tightly against his face that he almost
missed it when she slipped her hand past the waistband of his
briefs and closed her fingers around his cock.  She was happy
to find he'd lost none of his hardness.  In fact, if anything, her
forwardness had added to it.  This boy was going to be an
awesome fuck, she told herself, he just needed someone to
show him how.

    It was impossible for Sean not to be aware of her hands
by the time she was pulling down his shorts and letting them
drop to the floor.  As soon as it was free of the confining
material, his manhood stood straight and tall, demanding her
attention.  Something that she was quite eager to give.

    "Baby, why don't you just sit back for a little while and let
mama take care of you,"  Joan said as she gently lifted her
mound from his lips and pressed him onto the toilet seat.

    Silhouetted by the lamp behind her,  Joan stood up and
removed her now open shirt, dropping it down next to his shorts.
As she turned, the outlines of her breasts were visible, showing
that they had lost none of the firmness they had enjoyed in her
younger years.  The thick nipples that had so pleased Sean
stood straight and firm.  Between her legs, he could just about
make out the outlines of  a dark patch of hair.

    Placing her hands on each of his shoulders, Joan
leaned down and kissed Sean on his mouth.  A kiss that was at
first soft and tender, but one that rapidly progressed to hard and
forceful as he felt her tongue press its way into his mouth,
exploring its recesses.

    "Has any girl ever sucked your cock?"  she whispered
into his ear between kisses.

    Sean managed a barely audible no, to which she
responded that she wanted him to close him eyes and enjoy the
sensation.

    A sensation that brought a loud moan from his lips as
he felt Joan wrap herself around first the head of his cock, then
slide down its entire length.  The warmth of her mouth engulfed
him totally as she brought her head upward, her tongue tickling
the excited flesh.

    If there were words to describe what he felt, Sean was
unable to find them as not even the feel of Sandra's pussy as
felt this good.  Even as Joan deep throated him again, her
hands cupped his balls and massaged them.

    If ever he had thought he'd come too soon with Sandra,
that now seemed an eternity as in no time at all, Joan brought
him to the edge of orgasm.  The teenager managed to grunt a
warning that he couldn't hold it back any longer but she didn't
seem to take any heed.  A second warning was cut short and he
exploded into her mouth with a force that rivaled, or perhaps
even exceeded the best orgasm of his life.

    Even after he was spent, which took longer than Sean
had ever imagined it could,  Joan continued to slide his cock in
and out of her mouth.   Her tongue washed it clean with each
repetition so that by the time she eventually let its softness fall
from her mouth, not a trace of his climax remained.

    "Did you enjoy that?"  Joan asked as she lifted herself
from the tile floor she had dropped down to before.

    "Totally,"  Sean said, wishing he had the words to really
describe how great it had felt.

    "Well when a lady takes care of a man like that,"  the
older woman said with a broad grin,  "it's only right that he return
the compliment."

    "But I never…"  Sean blurted out, then cut himself off as
he realized that she might take it as a reluctance to return the
favor rather than a lack of knowledge as how to do so.

    "Don't worry, I'm going to show you exactly how to do
it,"  Joan said, much to Sean's relief.

    Taking his hand, she led him out of the small bathroom
and over to the end of the couch.  Turning the small lamp to a
higher setting, she sat down on the sheet-covered cushion and
let the increased illumination  highlight her body.

    The nipples he had so eagerly sucked on were now
shown to be much darker than the rest of Joan's skin,
surrounded by like colored circles at least two inches in
diameter.  Leaning back against the sofa, the thirty-eight-year-
old spread her legs wide, giving him an unimpeded look at her
most precious treasure.  Trimmed even tighter than the hair on
her head, it was easy to see the pink folds that defined her sex.

    "Come sit next to me,"  Joan said, and the naked young
man was quick to do so.

    "You have seen a pussy up close, haven't you?"  Joan
asked.

    "Of course I have,"  Sean quickly replied, trying not to
sound totally ignorant.  The truth was that yes, he had seen
Sandra's pussy but despite having filled it with both his fingers
and his cock, he'd never gotten really close enough to examine
it at length.

    "Well every woman is a little bit different, and before
you ask, it had nothing to do with skin color,"  she said.
"Normally, when you're with a woman, you find out most of this
over time but that's something we don't really have so I'm just
going to show you where I'm really sensitive so you can
concentrate on those points."

    Sean watched in fascination as Joan took a few minutes
to literally give him a guided tour of her pussy.  His eyes opened
wide as she pulled back the hood of her clitoris and showed him
that center of pleasure.  That he was looking at a mirror image
of Tom's mother no longer occurred to him.

    "Do you think you can handle all that?"  Joan said in
conclusion.

    Sean nodded his head yes, eager to try.

    "Well then, go ahead,"  she smiled as she lifted both
legs onto the couch and spread them as wide as she could.

    Sliding onto the carpeted floor, Sean ran his hands up
along Joan's thighs until he came to the edges of her bush.
Gently he ran one hand across the sensitive mound, brushing
his fingers against the center.  It was quite wet he found, and
the fact that the anticipation of his touch had brought that
wetness excited him to no end.  Carefully, as he had done with
Sandra, he slipped first one, then two and finally a third finger
inside.

    The warm wetness within pressed against his fingers
and he began to slide them back and forth.  Slowly at first, then
with ever increasing  frequency.  A glance upward told him that
he must have been doing it right as Joan had her head tossed
back and her eyes tightly closed.  He watched for a few
seconds, as the heaving of her chest increased with the thrust
of his fingers.

    This went on for a while longer until he was ready for
the next step.  It was uncharted territory for sure, but he felt a lot
more confident that he thought he would.   Removing his fingers
from inside Joan, he took both hands and pulled her pussy open
wide, exposing the glistening pinkness within.  Hesitating only
long enough to shift to a more comfortable position, he replaced
the press of his fingers with that of his tongue.

    Contrary to what anyone might have assumed, this was
not the first time he had tasted a woman's nectar.  Unknown to
Sandra, he had managed to surreptitiously taste her fruits off his
fingers when she wasn't looking.  It was his immediate
conclusion, however that the fruit was much more delicious
when sampled right from the vine.

    "Mmmmm,"  Joan purred as she felt small ripples work
their way across her body.  "Not bad, not bad at all."

    It wasn't long before not bad worked its way up to pretty
good as Sean enthusiastically took to heart the mini-lesson
Joan had given him.  A few more verbal directions helped keep
him on track, and by the time he worked his way to her clitoris,
he'd made it up to damn good.

    Joan had always had a hair trigger clit, so she wasn't
surprised that Sean was able to bring her to the threshold of
orgasm.  That wasn't a fact she'd shared with him, letting him
think he'd gotten there totally on his own.  He quickly learned to
judge the rhythms of her body and knew instinctively that she
was going to climax.  Something he hadn't felt with Sandra in
any of the times they'd been together.

    The orgasm that burst across the older woman's body
was a small one at best, but one that Sean would be forever
proud of.  It was pretty good for a first effort, Joan concluded,
adding to herself that no orgasm could really be called bad.

    Still it left her wanting and a quick check of the
hardness of Sean's cock told her that she didn't have to wait to
fulfill that wanting.  She directed him up onto the couch and
lifting herself upward, moving so that she was positioned right
over him.

    Joan reached down and took hold of  his cock, placing it
at the entrance of her pussy.  Wet as she was, it glided inside
her with no resistance as she lowered her body and impaled
herself with his manhood.  They shared a loud moan she felt
him fill her and he felt the walls of her sex wrap around him.

    She paused a long moment, just to let him enjoy the
feel of her against him.  Then she began to lift herself every so
slightly, only to bring herself back on him.  A movement she
repeated again and again, each time rising higher and dropping
with greater force.  In no time at all, she was slamming his cock
into her like there was no tomorrow.

    Sandra had always insisted on the missionary position
and Sean now understood why.   In her mind, Sandra could
always tell herself that she was letting him do it to her. That the
responsibility for their mutual pleasure was his and his alone.
Therefore, when it wasn't up to what she expected, he could
bare all the blame.

    Joan, on the other hand, enjoyed being in total control,
of assuming responsibility for their satisfactions.  Sex to her
wasn't something to be endured, it was a joy to be shared and
delighted in.

    It didn't take Sean long to join in, adding the strength of
his own thrusts to Joan's.  He reached up and took hold of her
flailing breasts, squeezing them tightly as he held her close to
him.  Sweat ran down both their bodies and heartbeats raced
towards their climax.  It was a line that seemed so near, yet so
far.  One that it turned out only one of them was going to reach.

    Her second orgasm of the night had built on the first
and Joan's body rocked with ecstatic fury as every fiber of her
being exploded.  This time, Sean had brought about an orgasm
that was indeed memorable and she delighted in every second
of it.  She even had to bite down as hard as she could, to drown
out the scream that she knew would carry all the way up to the
second floor and awaken her sister, alcohol induced slumber or
not.

    Much to her surprise,  Sean had taken over the initiative
and unrelentingly drove his eager cock as far inside her as he
could.  One hand continued to play with her breasts but the
other had moved down to between her legs where it was giving
equal attention to her clit.  It wasn't long before he brought her
to a third orgasm, this time totally on his own.

    "Oh that was good,"  Joan sighed in appreciation as the
last of the tremors faded from her body and she leaned back,
nearly drained, against Sean's equally soaked body.

    Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him warmly,
reaching behind his head and pulling him down to her.  He
delighted in the warmth of her body against his and despite his
exhausted condition felt exhilarated.

    "Susan  don't know what she's missing,"  Joan laughed
softly as their mouth's parted.

    Then sudden inclusion of Tom's mother into what had
just happened brought a sudden look of shock to Sean's face.
A realization of the fact that he had just fucked her sister.

    "Oh don't look so shocked,"  Joan again laughed.  "Back
before she met Doctor Dull and traded fun for respectability, my
sister's pretty ass graced many the back seat of  some cute
guy's car.  Most of them not half as good looking as you."

    Sean just smiled at that thought.

    "But she didn't take advantage of her opportunities and
now this is all mine,"  Joan concluded as she again reached
down and placed her outstretched hand on his cock.  "You're
not tired are you?"

    "Actually, no,"  Sean answered, surprised that he
wasn't.

    "Good, because I have a few more ideas in mind,"
Joan beamed.

                -=-=-=-=

    Ideas she had said,  Sean thought not too short a time
later.  If nothing else, he was certainly getting an education
unlike anything he'd gotten at Boulder Ridge.  Following an
extended make-out session, Joan had gone on to explore just
about every inch of his body with her tongue in ways that he
was sure Sandra would've thought perverse.  He on the other
hand just thought it unbelievable, especially when she returned
her attentions to his quickly recovering cock and then practically
swallowed his balls whole, wrapping them in her velvet warmth.

    Yet even that paled to the truly incredible sensations
that filled his body when Joan moved further between his legs
and worked her tongue up to, and then deep inside, his ass.
The soft wetness drove him wild in a way he never before
imagined.

    Then it was his turn and he tried to duplicate everything
that she had done to him, working his way down her breasts,
again doing his best to please her as he licked her pussy.
Then, without hesitation, he also slipped his tongue between
her ass cheeks and glided the tip within.

    "Oh baby, that's it,"  Joan moaned as he tickled her
most sensitive spot,  "I love it when a man does that to me."

    That was all Sean needed to hear as he doubled his
efforts to make her happy.  Pulling her cheeks as far apart as he
could, he ran his tongue up and down between them, stopping
at the tight hole and working his way in just a little bit further
each time.

    What she said next totally blew the teenager away.

    "Would you like to fuck my ass?"  she said.

    Without waiting for an answer, then again what answer
would he give other than yes,  Joan disengaged herself and
disappeared for a minute into the small bathroom.   When she
came back out, she was holding an open jar and a wet
washrag.  Quickly moving back to him, she reached into the jar
and came out with a handful of  a clear gel and smeared it all
over his cock.

    As Sean watched, Joan took another large amount of
the gel and worked it into her ass, slipping two and then three��
fingers inside her, pumping them in and out to lubricate the tight
opening.

    "Just go slow at first,"   Joan said as, after washing off
her hands, she positioned herself, leaning forward with her
hands resting on the edge of the couch and her ass out in front
of him.

    Taking a deep breath in anticipation,  Sean brought his
cock to rest against her asshole and after a second breath,
pressed slightly forward, just enough to force his way inside.
Worried he might hurt her, he paused after the slightest bit, but
was then surprised when Joan pressed back and swallowed
him whole.

    "You don't have to go that slow,"  she purred, her voice
a mix of satisfaction and longing.

    Feeling much the same,  Sean began to slip in and out
of her, slowly at first, then with a quickening pace.  He couldn't
believe how tight she was, or how good it felt.

    The tightness around his cock began to relax a little as
Sean developed a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke.
Joan matched his timing, rocking her ass to meet each new
thrust, causing the young man to press forward with renewed
frenzy.

    "Oh God,  oh God,"  Sean panted, his moans matching
the ones spilling from Joan's lips.

    Back and forth they rocked, lost in what could be only
described as animal lust.  Once more streams of sweat ran
down Sean's back as he held tight to the sides of her legs,
plunging deeper and deeper inside her.

    "That's right, baby, fuck it,"  she moaned as sweat
likewise dripped down her face,  "fuck mama's ass!"

    Even as Sean's cock filled her once more, Joan
reached down between her legs and began to manipulate her
fingers against her clit, adding to the pleasures coursing through
her.  Burning as she was, it didn't take much effort to bring her
very close to the edge.

    Sean pumped faster and harder, feeling a rising tide
growing deep in his balls.  Catching a quick glance at Joan's
expression as she rocked her head in conjunction with the rest
of her body, Sean saw a look of near total euphoria.

        "Oh yeah, harder...harder," Joan grunted as her hand
became a blur as it worked against her sex.

    Sean had lost any sense of time and had no idea of
how long they had been going at it.  All he knew was that the
pressure inside of him had already passed the point of no
return.

    At the last possible moment, a sudden desire overtook
him and he pulled out of Joan even as he began to explode.
Streams of whiteness burst from his cock, splattering across her
dark skin and leaving it covered with globs of white.

    Joan's own ministrations proved fruitful mere heartbeats
later as, while her body trembled uncontrollably, she lost all
support in her legs.  A condition Sean could well identify with.
They collapsed together on the couch, each covered with sweat
and the result of their fucking.

    They just about managed a mutual smile and a brief
kiss before exhaustion overtook them and, wrapped in each
other's arms, they fell fast asleep.
                -=-=-=-=

    Morning came and went before Sean again opened his
eyes.  A quick check of his watch showed it to be a quarter to
eleven.  Looking around the basement, Joan was nowhere to be
seen.

    "Did that really happen?"  he asked himself as he
looked down at his naked body and what was undeniably the
dried results of having climaxed at least once.

    The rational side of his mind returned with the offering
that what he'd experienced could well have been a wet dream
run amuck.  Certainly that seemed more believable than the
idea that Joan Tomlinson had really come down here last night
and fucked him every which way but loose.

    After cleaning himself off in the small bathroom,  Sean
pulled out a fresh change of underwear and a pair of shorts and
a t-shirt from his bag.  It took only a few minutes to make
himself presentable and he headed up the stairs to find
everyone else in the kitchen already in the middle of breakfast.
Well, not everyone else, he realized after a moment.

    "Welcome back to the land of the living,"  Tom smiled
when he spotted his friend standing in the doorway.  "It's nice of
you to finally join us."

    "I guess I overslept a little,"  Sean said sheepishly, even
though he knew Tom was only playing with him.

    "That couch must be a lot more comfortable that I
remember it,"  Tom laughed.  "Now I don't feel so bad about
leaving you to sleep on it."

    "Pay no attention to that son of mine, Sean,"  Susan
Richardson said with a mock scowl on her face as she looked in
Tom's direction.  "Sit down and have some breakfast."

    Taking an empty seat at the end of the table, Sean
asked as nonchalantly as he could if Joan would be joining
them for breakfast.

    "I'm afraid she left about an hour ago,"  Susan said as
she laid a plate in front of the late arrival,  "something about
having forgotten about having a late breakfast meeting with a
client."

    "Oh,"  Sean simply said, adding silently to himself,
"Yeah, it was a dream."

    "So what's on the agenda for today?"  Susan asked as
she sat herself down next to Sean.

    "Well,"  Tom answered,  "I figure with the three of us, it'll
only take an hour or so to load up the van for Monday.  So
unless anyone has any better ideas, we could hit the beach this
afternoon."

    "That sounds great,"  Whitney chimed in,  "doesn't it
Sean?"

    "I guess so,"  he replied.

    "And I'm going to insist that you call someone up and
invite them to come along,"  Whitney added,  "enough is
enough.  If you want my opinion, and even if you don't, I think
that  Shirley Rourke would be the most fun choice.  I saw the
two of you on the dance floor last night."

    "I don't know,"  Sean said hesitantly.

    "Oh Sean,"  Susan Richardson interrupted,  "I just
remembered.  Before she left, Joan asked me to give you a
message.  It doesn't make sense to me, but then a lot of what
my sister says falls into that category."

    The statement brought a silence to the table as all three
teenagers gave their attention to Mrs. Richardson.

    "She said to tell you that last night never happened,"
Susan said after pausing to make sure she remembered the
wording exactly, something Joan had been insistent on,  "but if it
had, it would've been quite memorable to say the least.   Do you
have any idea what she's talking about?"

    All eyes then shifted to Sean, who seemed to have an
unusual look on his face that lasted for a just moment.

    "No, no idea at all,"  he finally said, a broad smile
abruptly replacing the funny look.

    "That's my sister for you,"  Susan mused as she tuned
her attention back to her breakfast.  "There are times when I
don't know what to make of her."

    "So what's it going to be, Sean,"  Whitney said, turning
the discussion back to what it was before the interruption.  "Are
you going to call Shirley or not?"

    Sean took a long deep breath, as if he was making a
momentous decision.  Then he smiled again and said,  "Okay,
I'll give her a call."

    "Good,"  a surprised Whitney smiled back,  "I'm glad
you finally decided to listen to me."  She paused a second then
asked,  "What made you change your mind?"

    "I guess I just finally realized the value of a second
opinion,"  Sean grinned as we turned his attention to finishing
off the last of his own breakfast.

END


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