Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla

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Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla
Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla
Vic parked his beat-up yellow Volvo in the parking lot of the gated community. He’d had a bit of difficult finding the place but he was here finally. He’d gotten directions by the security guard where to go and now he was looking up at the three story Spanish Mission style home in a rather affluent section of San Diego.
He looked at the flyer in his hand. He saw the number on the house. Yep… it was the place. Strange… there should have been more cars. The party was going to start at eight and he was a little early but no problem… he could help set up.
“Vic.. come on in! You’re early!” came a voice from the open door as he stepped from his car and slammed the driver’s door shut. He looked up and there was Wendy, beaming back at him at the home’s front entrance.
Wendy…. or Mrs. K as she was called by the local college students, had her head cocked to one side from around the door and was greeting him with the broadest of smiles. He stepped up the walk and began to profusely apologize about not bringing any beer for the party. The sexy fifty-three year old red-head pulled the door open and told him not to worry as there was plenty of beer in the cooler and much more in the fridge by the pool.
The truth was… eighteen year old Victor Brock wasn’t old enough even to buy booze but Vic as he liked to be called, didn’t want to seem “too young.” Here he was; just starting out as a freshman at college and this hot lady counselor had been nice enough to hand him a flyer from her desk drawer for a student mixer at her house. She also was in his honest opinion; a total MILF and he’d noticed that when he’d first met with her to talk about the classes he needed for his first term. She was five foot six, about 129 lbs. and very sophisticated looking in her short business skirt and white blouse; quite classy…no he didn’t want to seem too young.
What he didn’t know was his youth and his “doe-eyed” innocence had been what made Wendy pull the flyer from the drawer. She had a roving eye for such qualities. What Vick also didn’t know… was that no one else besides the two of them were coming to the party.
There had been one flyer given out and she’d told him, “invite only” for special students. All he knew now standing in her home was that she was still stunning! The difference now was she’d dropped the business outfit and put on a red shorty dress with spaghetti straps and some matching stiletto heels that hugged the ever-loving shit out of her 34c-29-36 figure – ever so fucking nicely!
He was special alright; to her anyhow! He stood six feet one inches tall and was muscled from four years of high school swimming and a bit of wrestling. He also had a long triangular torso and sinewy flanks under his shirt that she could tell were not marred by fat yet. With his blond curly hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes attached to a young gladiator body…she knew immediately that HE was the one to get the flyer. She also thought he was charming in a small-town boy dropped off in the big scary city sort of way… like lamb just waiting to be snatched up by a hungry cougar like herself!
“C’mon out by the pool Vic, I’ll beer you!” she cheerfully told him as she took him playfully by the hand and led him through the house to the back patio. As they walked past a stone and adobe fireplace; Victor saw a younger Wendy in a wedding dress, standing next to a man in a tux. He saw the other photos on the mantle of him and her together; in vacations, dinners, out walking dogs on a beach someplace.
“So where is Mr. K?” Vic asked.
“Oh he’s out of town on business this weekend and most of next week,” Wendy replied. For a micro-second she frowned at the photos on the mantle and then explained, “He loves having parties here so he sends his regrets. He knows how important the student-body is to me!”
With that she put one arm around his waist and with her other hand slid the patio door open, guiding him through to the back yard; touching his ass ever so innocently in the process. Yep… it was firm… like a muffin tin. She nodded to herself with satisfaction and without him seeing.
In no time, she’d handed him a beer from the outdoor fridge and then flicked on some music at the pool bar sound system. He didn’t even have so much as a clue what was coming. She asked him if he liked “oldies” he nodded and said “sure.” Two seconds later and Prince’s “Gett Off,” blared through the speakers. Vic knew who Prince was, but he didn’t know this song and he didn’t know any of the connotations behind it. She found that so fucking hot in a “cougar that was preparing to pounce sorta way!”
“You know,” she said, “the flyer said POOL PARTY, right?”
“Ummm yeah, sure,” he answered.
“So where is it?” she asked. He stared back blankly in between sips of his beer.
“Your bathing suit,” she said rolling her eyes.
“Oh.. here,” he said. Opening his pants, he showed his suit underneath.
“So get off those pants of yours and get in the pool!” she directed playfully as she finished mixing her drink. She was bossy but with just the right amount; assertive but without putting him ill at ease. She was not at all new to this game; when a cougar stalks a buck… she knows better than to scare him off with a growl! Anyhow… her smiling no-nonsense manner was something he liked and he responded precisely the way she wanted.
He pulled his pants and shirt off like he was a high school sophomore back home in Iowa or Nebraska or where ever it was when he’d landed his partial scholarship. She liked it… he was green. She could cultivate this little piece of Vanilla beefcake; shaping it and molding it into what she wanted…. he was malleable and she caught that vibe instantly.
His pants came off first. She noted strong powerful legs with quads like a bullfrog’s. She also noticed that he wore a blue swim speedo. It was another plus…that package of his was sizable even if he wasn’t excited yet; like he’d shoved a sweet-potato down the front of his suit!…How on earth did he swim competitively with that big anchor dragging through the water?
She also noticed that as he turned around, his muffin-tin buns had that wee-bit of a dent in the sides; denoting a muscled ass that was good for thrusting. Up-top when that shirt came off and landed on a deck chair his torso didn’t disappoint either! Her eyes found a washboard tummy that was split down the middle with a lovely ridge; cut by countless high-school workouts and oh YESSSSSSS his sides were just as lean and sinewy as she’d guessed when she first appraised him through his clothes! All that …and the fact that he had a face that was a cross between Matthew McConaughey and Owen Wilson beneath curly blond Adonis locks (like he was Michelangelo’s David transformed from stone into flesh), and… well let’s just say; she found herself getting a little dewy between her legs!
She knew it was time for her own turn at show ‘n tell. She took a sip from her drink and then reached down to the hem of her dress; bringing the whole thing up over her head. She tossed the dress onto the same deck chair as his shirt and she was now met with the stunned wide-eyed silence she was looking for!
Wendy was wearing a stunning green micro-kini thong that was more emerald colored dental floss than suit! What’s more… this k** from the heartland immediately noticed it was open a bit at the crotch; showing off Wendy’s pink tulip and auburn haired landing strip. A tattoo of a small butterfly on her upper right thigh; just- even with her pussy completed the picture down below. Up top she had only two teensy emerald green triangles about the size of post-it notes covering her 34c tits and hard cherry nipples. One piece of green spaghetti string ran around to the back; holding her top in place. Nope, it wasn’t a suit… it was a whispy suggestion of a suit that looked like it was drawn with a green sharpie on her beautifully sculpted body!
She loved the look on his face… it was as if she’d punched him in the mouth and with him being a bit wet behind the ears… he didn’t realize his jaw had dropped open slightly! It was all too fucking funny for her and she took another sip of her Margarita to hide the fact that she wanted to cut loose with a chuckle. She snatched-up the tequila bottle from the bar and told him to grab a couple of shot glasses from the counter top along with the salt and the lemons. She then suggested that as long as they were dressed like this; the pool would feel nice… it was a pool party after all, yes?
He followed her to the water and down a set of concrete steps into the shallow end of the pool. At the water’s edge he set the salt lemons and shot glasses on the concrete deck next to him with one hand and nervously sipped his beer with the other hand, trying to look like he was far too chill to be effected by Wendy’s display. It wasn’t working; as she stood before him in the water talking to him, she wasn’t buying a moment of it…and neither was his cock that was rising in his speedo!
“So anyhow Vick,” she asked noticing his swimming suit growing in the front with each second, “have you met any girls yet since you arrived at campus? I imagine you’ve already taken advantage of the co-ed dorm policy?” She sipped her drink and eyed his swelling package. She looked back up when he took too long to answer and when her eyes met his, he merely looked down at his beer. She was absolutely camping out in his head and fucking his mind HARD; this would be so much fun for her!
“No…not yet? Co-ed dorm policy?” He asked, still examining his beer and feeling her eyes looking straight at his; waiting for him to look back.
“Yesss,” she purred, “when Marsha my assistant gave you your dorm room; you must have noticed there were girls down and across the hall from you and your room-mate, right?” She dropped her head down in a mocking sort of; c’mon let me look at you in those beautiful baby blues, sort of thing and it forced him to make eye contact; just as the tip of his cock breeched the front of his suit. Mama was oh so fucking in charge of this situation!
She turned and poured them both a shot. They toasted and went through the “salt, tequila, lemon” ritual and she noticed as he downed his shot that it got the best of him. Good. She continued with the conversation, setting the shot glasses on the edge of the pool deck and handing him back his beer.
“You must have realized there’d be a certain advantage to that…the co-ed policy I mean,” she continued purring, “right?” Her smile was warm and her eyes stared directly into his. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t.
God she was fucking hot… and intimidating for him! The young buck was looking straight into the face of the big she-cat just before the pounce and his mind was blank like he’d forgotten what human speech was. She’d asked him a question but all could do was stare into her amber brown eyes and … well his answer was delightfully befuddled!
“Umm wh..advantage? … Oh yeah, I think it’s a good thing… I just haven’t spoken to them yet.” She had him completely derailed and yet he still was attempting to be cool.
“So, is there a girl back home then,” she asked, “you are being loyal and not fucking anyone but her is it?” She wrinkled her nose when she said “fucking” and the effect was like another punch in the face to him… he found it so shocking and absolutely hot that there was a beautiful classy woman standing so close to him talking like this!
“Uh,” he stammered, “y-yeah. There was a girl named Kelly back home. We’d dated steady in high school but she went off to another university and I went off to this one. We’d done it a few times but … um now..uh..um…” He was being interrupted. Wendy’s hands had pushed the front of his suit down in a deliberate swift motion and he felt her touch on “it.”
Her hand was now on his cock; this was no accident. He may have been shocked but she was a deliberate pillar of calm. She scrutinized “it” with interest as she took a sip of her drink; as if she’d pulled the most remarkably spectacular diamond bracelet from a jewelry case and was marveling at it. Her lips pursed and she nodded her head as though she were listening to his yammering but within seconds it was obvious the head-nod was more something of appreciation; even awe. She was pleased she’d been correct about something; he was a GROWER- and a long hard one at that! What made it all even more comical and enticing to her was that this little babbling cub from the heartland just kept trying to keep the conversation going!
“So we did it….ummm a few times…and uhhhh we really liked.. each other, but…AAHHHHH …it didn’t look like it would work out and..we decided.. Um Mrs. K?”
“Yes Vick?” she said stroking his cock and taking a sip of her drink while looking back up to make sultry moon-eyes with him. In the background the Prince number had finished and Jason Derulo’s Talk Dirty To Me was firing-up loudly with “I’M THAT FLIGHT THAT YOU GET ON….”
“There is nobody else coming to this party is there? I mean I can see th-th- tha…” he was cut short with her finger to his lips as she decided it was time to make his babbling stop.
“SSSHHHHHHH -Vic!” her voice cooed; sounding thick and soothing as honey, “you’re absolutely right. Nobody is coming tonight besides you and me.” She pushed his suit down further and continued with the same soothing whisper as her fingertips danced on his cock beneath the water and his penis throbbed and ached with each delicate wicked tickle,
“Let me explain something to you my lovely ‘Vanilla Vick with the great big dick,’ I noticed you when you came into my office earlier this week. When you returned today… I was waiting. I knew it was a Friday and that you’d make plans for tonight and possibly the whole weekend so I gave you a flyer. …..I gave you THE flyer; the only one of its kind. Now you’re here, my hand is on your cock and you aren’t resisting.” He shook his head in disbelief and took a sip of his beer.
“Now,” she continued with a bit of authority that was more businesslike than anything, “you’ve got some questions; I’m sure. …First; NO – my husband doesn’t really know. What’s more… he can NEVER know. Second; I love cock. What’s more …I love young cock and young cock of a certain …quality shall we say?” He nodded slightly, not able to believe this was happening as her hand now groped his balls; which felt to her like a pair of warm hairy boiled eggs in her hand.
She was amazed. Ohhhh what a big piece of lap-lumber he had! She’d actually underestimated things a bit; by the feel in her grip she guessed him to be about the same size of a sixteen ounce water bottle (with maybe another inch in length more than her trusty drinking bottle at the gym). She’d picked well!
“Now then,” she whispered, “you are eighteen, I am fifty-three. We’re both adults and you haven’t protested. I am now going to propose that we behave like adults… adults who have a bar full of booze, a handful of nice fat cock, and a weekend full of time! My husband won’t be home from his business trip until Wednesday and its only Friday night. Do the math!” With that she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a deep vampy devouring lip-chewing kiss; where her tongue rooted around in his mouth as her hand frigged that lovely horse-cock in her tight grip below the water’s surface!
He didn’t resist. Truth was he was so swept up in the moment and the momentum of it; he just let this sucking powerful sexual current she’d created take him wherever it decided to go! His speedo ended up resting on the bottom of the pool. Her micro-kini top (in between kisses between the torrid pair), went flying onto the concrete deck; revealing her two delectably tanned breasts with lovely cherry sized nipples on silver dollar sized areolas. Yep he was swept away… and couldn’t have cared in the fucking least!
She sucked him. She had him stand on pool’s steps as she did a deep rough voracious tonsil-fuck with her mouth. Vic could only grab her by her lovely red head…. AND HANG ON! …OH DEAR GOD THIS WOMAN COULD SUCK!!
It was all part of her plan… she wanted him to cum… she wanted him to blow his load now and not later when her orgasm was of the highest importance to her. She’d been around enough eighteen, nineteen and twenty-year-old cocks to know they had a habit of going POW! too early in the festivities; leaving her high n’ dry. Not to worry; she was a seasoned fellatrix and she just so happened to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! giving head!
It was win-win for the both of them. She’d done this many times before with young guys…fresh from back home and still smelling like the last meal they’d had from Mom. She’d suck them to orgasm and then it would take them a while to cum again. She got to feel them shoot in her throat (something she craved) and then once they were hard again after some sucking and jerking; they could go… and go….and go -up inside her with reckless abandon! Vick lasted in her mouth about four minutes.
It seems that Wendy’s deep throat technique was nothing short of exquisite for him and what’s more; he’d never had a beautiful woman with so much experience and talent as the one now joined at his cock by her tonsils! He gasped… thrust loins into her face as her hands cupped his balls, and he blew a colossal load of warm briny boy-butter straight down the back of her throat! She may have supplied the drinks but apparently Vic had offered up the first savory appetizer of the evening and she gulped and swallowed his briny nut-custard with her appreciative eyes batting up at his from down near the water’s surface!
As wonderful as the act was for him it was even more of a thrill for her. She loved the feel of a cock shuddering and spurting in either her pussy or her mouth as a young man thrashed his head from side to side in a snarling seizure. The fact that SHE was the cause for a heart-felt “man-spasm” and subsequent spunking made it all the more exciting! The knowledge alone made her clit and nipples rush and swell until they were hard enough to cut diamonds.
This time was no- exception either! Her nipples and clit now ached for relief and she needed to rub that throbbing hooded love-button of hers against SOMETHING wicked and MALE! Her fingers had been busily strumming away down between her legs through the entire deepthroat session, but it just wasn’t enough; she needed a bit more something-SOMETHING!
She left him in the pool for a moment and trotted off to the deck-bar, telling him to be a good boy and “stay put.” From his vantage point as she hopped over to the bar Vic had the perfect view of her bangin’ hot ass. Her three visits to the gym each week had paid off once more as a spent young man, wallowing in in his own post orgasmic bliss with empty balls still was able to stare at the perfect 53 year old MILF ass and say, “OH FUCK YEAH!” She freshened up her drink, fished around for something below the bar. When she found it; she brought it, her Margarita, and a fresh beer for him back to the water.
“What is that?” he asked, taking the beer from her and staring up at a strange mystery device.
“It,” she said, setting her drink down on the edge of the deck and sitting with her feet in the water and her bum on the edge, “is a set of nipple clamps.” She fastened each clamp to her gumdrop titty-nubs; the clamps joined together by a fine gold chain connected to a lovely little pull chain – all glinting in the brilliant setting San Diego sun.
She told him how she loved to have her nipples teased and twisted and then she transitioned the conversation to how achy her clit was. She then told him a few rules about what she liked to call, “orgasmic” etiquette. First; she’d just gotten his rocks off but now she wanted to bust her girlie nuts and she expected his help. Secondly; she informed him that a gentleman should follow a two for one rule with orgasms; for every one that the man experiences… the lady should get two if the man expected to be called upon by her again!
She made it clear that she was more than ready to teach him how to get her “there” before he busted a nut in her again – if he was willing to learn. She loved being the tutor and stud-training provided her with a special naughty thrill. She was sort of a “Jerk-off Jedi Master” … or more appropriately Mistress anyway. It might even be said that in the fine art of self-pleasure and showing others such secrets, she was an accomplished Masturbatrix! She pouted her lips and stroked her clit saying in a whiny spoiled brat sort of voice,
“So what do you say? MY poor sore clitty needs some love too! Care to let me take you under my wing for some private…lessons? Hmmmm Vanilla Vic?” He should have been annoyed by her mentioning his “fresh off the cabbage truck” aspect. He also saw her stroking a lovely pink hooded gummi bear of a clit however; cooing at it and purring seductively so in the end; he didn’t mind in the least about her slightly condescending tone. He took a swig of his import beer and moved over in the water between her thighs saying,
“I guess school is in session! Teach me PROFESSOR!” She batted her eyes and chuckled at what he said. The lesson began. It would last all weekend.
She had him begin his “practical exercise” down on her pussy with his mouth on her clit. She told him exactly how to lick her and at the pace and speed she determined while she sat on the edge of the pool; taking hits either off her margarita on the deck to her right, or stealing sips from his bottle of Heineken to her left. He was a quick study and she chuckled, cooed, and purred soft words of approval to him; telling him how good he was making her feel! She ran her fingers through his hair and “steered him around by his blond Adonis locks” in her pussy to precisely the spots where his tongue needed to be.
After a minute or so her excitement began to rise. She brought her legs down and rested them over his sturdy powerful shoulders. It was a beautiful magical moment as both he and she were now bathed in the glow from a purplish California sunset that seemed to be growing purpler by the minute. She now told him to imagine how he liked to have his cock sucked and to focus solely upon her clitoris; providing her with a clitty blowjob. The feel of his lips and tongue upon her pink hooded nub now lit up the pleasure center of her brain like the San Diego skyline in the distance and she lay back against the deck, her mouth open and her chin quivering; the sensations becoming delightfully intense in the gorgeous magenta twilight!
“Oh Vic,” she gasped, “don’t fucking stop! Stick your fingers in me and keep…UUuggghhh oh yeah…. keep suckin’ OOHHH!” She had him push two fingers in her cunt-hole and hook them back until the tips brushed against her g-spot. She then had him blow and milk her juice-button voraciously. As he did, Vic’s free hand came down between his legs in the shallow of the pool; this was all too fucking hot – he began to stroke himself.
She felt the masturbatory jerk of his shoulder and knew what that vibration was. She loved it that such a wonderfully powerful male specimen such as this would see fit to rub itself in her honor. As a result, her ego was now swollen and throbbing just as much as her clit and it made her supremely horny. She released his hair, bringing both of her hands up to the teat clamps and chain; twisting, turning, and tugging her nipples in an exquisite titty-torture over the next five minutes that finally resulted in her crashing headlong into her first orgasm of the night!
WAAAHHH EEEYYAAGGHH! OOHHH AAAGGHH! rose Wendy’s wail of shuddering release as she bucked and trembled. Vic’s face was struck by a rush of hot salty piddle splashings as the howling MILF at the end of his lips continued to shake and holler over the over the pounding music from the sound system. It was all part of the plan and Wendy was clever; damned clever indeed!
When she’d originally started seducing boys in her home, the pool became a favorite fuck-spot for her; especially at night where she could use the cover of darkness to conceal her teen and twenty-something conquests. The only problem was sound; it carried. No problem – the neighbors would simply think she was having another party and the music covered the sounds of her screaming and yelling perfectly; making it simply sound like horseplay by the pool. The tall fence and high hedges around the pool did the rest! Problem solved.
Now there was an additional problem of hers that was was solved. She’d cum. He had a good tongue; no debating that fact for her! Now she wanted to see what that magnificent veiny horse-cock that she’d sucked on before, felt like up inside of her.
As soon as she’d caught her breath Wendy moved back to the water, joining her blond “neophyte Neptune” for further “swimming instructions.” The purple on the horizon was now deep enough to call things night and the stars were now out, making their presence known. Wendy and Vic moved into deeper water up to their shoulders; the darkness and shadows providing wonderful seclusion.
She jumped up onto his body as he stood flat-footed on the pool-bottom; his legs shoulder-width apart for balance. She wrapped arms and legs around his slim muscular torso and sank herself down on to his cock, his mushroom tip spiking up through the crotch-less emerald opening of her micro-kini bottom. It was more cock than she’d bargained for. She’d sunk herself down upon a big blond pony by the feel of things and for a moment a gasp of HAAAAAHHHRRRR! left her lungs as she adjusted to the lovely split taking place inside her!
She was impaled; happily-so, and she began to plunge up and down on him; biting his neck and devouring his lips as that big veiny pony-cock of his with its wicked banana curve, slammed up into her and raked her g-spot in happy collision after happy aquatic collision! All was not completely happy however; a few minutes into the deep water fucking and Vic announced with an expression of startled horror,
“Oh gawd Mrs. K-K-Kay Uggh… I think I’m gonna…” She interrupted him with a calm but assertive,
“NO! “she said shaking her head like she was teaching a puppy to do it on the paper or outside, ” …no you won’t cum Vic. Breath… relax and calm down.” She climbed down from him before his cock was able to spunk and led him back into the shallows. She sat him on the stairs to the pool with the water above his mid-section and then seated herself next to him as his hard-on began to calm down. She took his cock in her hands and cupped his balls.
“I’m going to teach you to edge,” she told him, “it’s a little trick you can use to keep from cumming too fast.” He nodded as she continued.
“You’ve masturbated to porn right Vic? Don’t lie… we’ve all done it. Hell, I do it all the time. My home computer has more viruses than a Kardashian toothbrush because of all the shit I’ve looked at on line with my toys. That’s not the point anyways… you beat-off, yes?” He nodded sheepishly after an awkward silence but continued to enjoy the firm handjob she was giving him.
“Good,” she replied, “I like honesty and I like boys who beat off! Well, when you masturbate you can bring yourself right up to the edge and then figure out where YOUR individual edge is. Once you recognize its location… that sensation where you are almost cumming; you can fuck-fuck-fuck for the longest time -slowing down just as you are getting close to the edge and the girl will be able to enjoy a nice hard cock until she cums! Understand?” He nodded again with a slightly open mouth.
“Ok good. Now… do you surf?” she asked.
“I waterski, and boogie board surf behind motorboats back home.”
“Ok, that’s good,” she said rubbing away on his cock and squeezing his balls, “think of it as waterskiing…do it wrong and you sink down into your orgasm. You need to keep skimming along like a flat rock over the water’s surface; your climax being that surface. You just keep skimming and skipping over your orgasm and you can last forever! What’s more, when you cum it’ll be great big bucket loads of spunk…you’ll see! Now let’s try.”
She jerked him over the next fifteen minutes and kissed his neck while fondling and squeezing his balls; bringing him right up to the edge of cumming while whispering sweet obscenities in his ear; then backing off as she felt his balls tighten and his face began to show the tell-tale sign of an impending “ball-splosion.” Three times she got him there and three times she pulled him back from the edge of the abyss until at last sitting there in the dark she purred to him,
“Ok baby, do you think you’re ready to get back inside me?”
“Sure Mrs. K,” he said, “I’m good.” His voice had confidence. He now knew what he was capable of and what his nuts were capable of, and it wasn’t about controlling his nuts or his cock; it was about him controlling his mind!
She mounted him as he sat on the steps in the pool’s warm waters, straddling and facing him. She eased down onto his cock and they began to fuck and thrash in the shallows like two beautiful marine creatures that had come into the shallows of some exotic warm sea to spawn. Up came her hands and she removed her nipple clamps; tossing her “titty-torture toy” up onto the concrete deck as she sighed breathlessly to him,
“Bite and suck my tits! Chew ’em and lick ’em and suck ’em little boy while you fuck me hard!” He didn’t need to be told twice.
They bucked and humped; splashing waves to and fro against the sides of the pool as he feasted upon her breasts and she snared her fingers into his golden mane of hair; tugging a pulling at it roughly. Down below, his thick curved sickle of a cock rammed hard and true; up into her pink poke-hole through the slit in her micro-kini. Every hard pounding fuck-stroke traveled deep; striking her in just the right places as before! She ground her clit down against him in happy collision after happy collision; cursing in his ear as the head of his pussy-splitter continued to bang her g-spot with lovely glancing blows before smacking the very back of her vaginal wall like a friendly hammer! As a result, she was beside herself in very short order; cutting loose with crazed incoherent sobs and filthy whispers in his ear of all the nasty things she desperately wanted him to do to her.
She yelped and sighed with each splitting stroke until at last after several minutes she felt the enormous juggernaut of her climax barreling towards her. He’d done it! He’d held off beautifully from cumming; edging along the surface of his orgasm while she drew closer and closer to her own. She was there now, she could feel her core shake and tremble,
“EEEEYYAAAHHHHGGGHHH!” she cried as she came good and hard; slamming down onto his cock with multiple crash-landings that felt SO FUCKING MARVELOUS! Wendy came …and came…and came again on his cock in a full-bodied shudder-gasm that went from her scalp all the way down to her fucking toenails! At last she collapsed limply upon him; gasping for air over his shoulder her while he held her tight with his thick veiny pony-cock still up inside her, and still it hadn’t spunked!
Her breath returned after a minute or so. She got up from him and then pulled him to his feet. Removing her micro-kini bottom, she flung it through the air to her top on the deck with a wet splat in the darkness. Now things were even between the two people; both were completely naked in the pool, he had a curved ferocious hard-on poking from the surface of the water like a fleshy snorkel, and she was now ready to go- again. She took up a position on the pool stairs with herself on her knees, almost out of the water; her ass high and her head down. Her intent was unmistakable; it was the mating position and she had a young hard snorting male at the water’s edge.
He assumed a standing position to her rear at the foot of the stairs and then stepped up to mount her from behind. He put the head of is cock to the mouth of her cunt-hole and leaned himself forward. Her eyes went wide and her breath rushed out of her lungs with a happy HHHHAAAAAHHH!
Strong youthful hands seized her hips. He began to plow her; fucking her puss-hole doggy style with the deep forceful strokes of a male in his prime that wanted needed and absolutely had -to fuck and rut and cum! It was pure deep primitive fucking at its best; she with her head submissively-low -begging him to bang her insides hard, and him snarling and raging as his cock plowed her with each deep stroke!
She spun her face over her shoulder and looked back at him in the rising moonlight; her features now a mask of lusty rage. Her lips curled and her nostrils flared; transforming her features into a catlike snarl of sexual fury. Through clenched teeth she raged at him,
“GRAB MY HAIR!… PULL MY FUCKING HAIR AND MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING BITCH! EEEYAAGHH!” He did as told. He was now a transformed b**st himself; a big beautiful blond b**st whose body had now morphed into ridges and ripples of straining flesh with blood coursing away beneath the skin; all of it driving a cock that felt to Wendy as being not quite flesh and not quite stone as it fucked, and pushed, and split her! He seized her hair and plunged himself deep into her; ignoring her wanton yelps and sobs as he sank into her with each fuck-stroke of her juicing quim!
“SO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH?” he asked, his face now wild with testosterone-filled power that was harnessed to youthful strength. He was nearing the time to empty his balls but he was now a completely different Vic! He was in-control; control of himself and now in complete control of her – AND SHE LOVED IT!
“OOHH FUCK YEAAHH!” she seethed back at him as his hands gripped her short auburn hair for reins, “do it to me! …Do what you want! …Shoot your fuckin’ cum straight up into me! …Empty into me now… EEEEYYYAHHHH!” She wanted him to do EXACTLY what he was doing… fuck her hard and rough, call her nasty shit and make her feel weak and dominated – she craved this!
His voice now became a stream of profanity; music to her ears as he called her every filthy name his online porno watching and a few action movies could have provided him with! The more he raged fucked and cursed at her; the more she sobbed and blubbered and LOVED IT! They continued on like two splashing fucking swearing b**sts for another ten blissful minutes until at last Wendy froze like she’d taken a bullet to the brain. There was a pregnant pause. Her voice went silent and her mouth fell open. A second later her voice returned with a loud….
“AAAAAAGGGGHHH OHHHH AAAAHHHHH!” She raged and shook as her pussy juiced and ran in hot torrents down his cock and balls before dripping into the pool. She dropped her head and let her MILF-gasm just run down like a hot cascade; she was piddling on him! Vic released her hair grabbed her hips and thrust her the last few raging powerful strokes until he was there.
“AAARRRGHHHHH OOOHH HHHAAHHHHHH!” he roared, shooting hot piping ropes of cum over and over again up into Wendy’s sodden pussy. The two bucked and shook and sobbed until their climaxes subsided. He’d learned this first lesson admirably and she was absolutely on cloud-nine for having found such a “keen pupil!” She caught her breath and led him by the hand out of the pool; taking the party inside the house.
They set themselves up with drinks in the master bedroom upstairs. The party went on and on and each time they thought about ending things… one of them figured out a convenient excuse why he didn’t REALLY need to leave. Who needed excuses; she’d taken a hot new lover and he… well he’d stumbled upon a dream in the form of a gorgeous experienced MILF that wanted to fuck and suck his balls empty! Over the next few days they fucked, made love, fucked, ordered delivery, fucked, slept and spooned, fucked, tried to drink the bar dry and fucked again!
She made a game out him taking her in every corner of the house and on every piece of furniture she’d ever wanted to do it on. No place in her home was off-limits and the places just kept getting kinkier; she was beyond wanton in her behavior with him and he couldn’t believe he’d bumped into this woman with such unquenchable sexual energy!
They fucked on her dining room table. They watched pornos on the wall television; talking about what they liked to see and playing a lovely little masturbatory game of her invention. She jerked him and edged him (with him not cumming until the very last climactic scene all over her tits and face). She then queued up her favorite gang-bang feature and while she watched the starlet getting stuffed with cock nine ways to next Sunday, he sucked her clit and fingered her g-spot as she gushed in climax after wet splattering climax until the flick ended. But the kinky fun didn’t end there…
They sixty-nined each other in front of the fire-place directly under her wedding picture, bringing each other off in maddened howling orgasms as the image of Wendy and her husband smiled down at them from above. They fucked in the whirlpool bathtub, on the toilet seat, in the shower and she even brought out her monkey rocker to sit on and rock-fuck herself silly while she sucked him dry on her balcony.
The made love; warm fresh passionate love! She taught him the joys of deep tissue massage and even gave him a Nuru massage treatment with her sexy slicked-up body. She had him give her full body massages that left her reduced to a lovely tension relieved puddle of tension relieved feminine flesh… but there was more.
They talked and opened-up about things. She told him how her husband no longer satisfied her – was married to his job and cared for nothing but money. She was still vibrant and wanted to experience every joy and pleasure the world could give her. If her husband wanted to work himself into an early grave and ignore the bedroom… well that made one of them!
Besides there was soooo much boy-toy material here in San Diego and at the university in particular; especially the one she’d just found and was sleeping now in her bed! She adored her little blond Adonis and his pony cock; keeping him out of his clothes most of the time… giving him her husband’s bathrobe when he absolutely had to wear something. Vic for his part wallowed in the attention; for his first weekend at college… he felt like a little king!
Over and over again they did it; laughing and crying and loving and fucking. Torrid and happy didn’t quite cover it; it was beyond that! When at last Monday rolled around, he awoke in bed next to her with his head upon her chest, her eyes gazing into his and waiting for him to awaken. He looked up to her and spoke.
“Well, how did I do?” he asked.
“With what?” she said giving him a good morning kiss.
“With my lessons. I want to get rid of this Vanilla Vic with the big fat dick, image.”
“Oh I think over the course of three nights and two days you’ve transformed yourself. You are now Victor Brock with the nice fat cock! There’s no vanilla in you.. I think you shot it all up inside of me!” They laughed, knocked out a quick wake-up fuck, and got out of bed. She had to go to work and he needed to finish orientation. Tuesday would be the first day of class.
As he headed down the walk to his beat up Volvo, Wendy came running up to him from behind yelling and laughing about having almost forgotten something. She shoved a new flyer in his hand and kissed him hard. He looked down at the flyer. There’d be another party at her place Friday night.
“My husband will come home from his business trip, stay two days, and will head right back out for another week on the road. We’ll have the place to ourselves again this next weekend.”
“I take it there is no party on this flyer?” he asked.
“Oh but there IS,” she told him with a smirk, “the flyer I gave you purposely had the wrong date on it. I wanted to do a little recruitment before the big coed mixer this Friday. You are it!”
“Yes,” she said, “I needed a replacement. My last main boy-toy just graduated in the spring. He was quite happy for the four years he was here going to school; I made damned sure of it! I fucked the daylights out of him and even fixed him up with a few slutty coeds that I knew wanted him.” She hugged him close, kissed him and nuzzled his neck.
“I think I found a replacement.” she continued, “Play your cards right, don’t be jealous (as there is a lot of young dick I like to sample on and off campus), and well…. you are going to enjoy the next four years here immensely! I wrote the book on polyamory! Just be prepared to share me with one or two or a dozen of your friends like the last boyfriend did!” She kissed him again and grabbed his package. Then they said goodbye for now.
He stepped into his car, wearing the same clothes he’d showed up wearing on Friday night. He still needed to get that speedo from the bottom of the pool. It wasn’t there… she’d snatched it off the bottom while he was asleep on Sunday and was keeping it as a trophy. It also meant he’d have to come back to get it so she’d been particularly careful at hiding it from him!
He backed out of the drive and headed down the lane to the exit for the gated community leaving Vanilla Vic behind forever. Up from her bedroom window, Wendy watched the car turn leave and head down the main drag back to the university. She’d added another young buck to her collection of corrupted confident cock that she could call upon. Oh …and call upon that one she would!

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