MILF Trixie (Fiction)

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Just for all bro's info, it is not my story, but I did some amendment. For those who dun like, please dun zap me. For those who like, enjoy.

Episode 1
Trixie was sighing while staring out the window. She was supposed to take a minivan filled with soccer players up to a statewide charity tournament. All the money donated by the sponsors went to one of a number of charities, and the players themselves got to pick which one. It was a good cause, but it unfortunately was also a platform for some self-righteous players to grandstand in front of the Olympic team's scouts that always attended. Trixie's son, Roger, was one of those types of players.

Trixie had gotten married right out of high school to Paul. They had been sweethearts for years, and everyone knew that he was going places. And he had become quite a successful car salesman. So successful that he had three major dealerships in town, and was seen as a 'pillar of the community.'
Unfortunately for Trixie, while Paul had gone places, she felt she had been left behind somewhere along the way.

She had gotten pregnant within the first year of their marriage, and they had named their son Roger. Complications in the pregnancy left her unable to have more children. But that didn't seem to bother her husband. She had given him an heir, and that was all that mattered. He had never been intentionally cruel or mean to her after that. Even though she never had a career or had much of a social life of her own, she was always provided for. But after about five years, Paul had seemed to see her less as the beautiful young woman he had married and more as a simple piece in a puzzle depicted the American dream: a wife, house, child, white picket fence, and a successful business. She noticed that he had become more emotionally distant over the years. She thought that maybe she just wasn't attractive anymore.

Her few friends that she confided in scoffed at the idea. Trixie had done more than age gracefully; she had kicked Father Time in the gonads. She had kept up a strict aerobics regiment her entire life. While she had a farmer's-daughter-tom-boy physique rather than the gaunt look so popular in magazines, she still managed to attract long glances and whistles every time she walked down the street.

At 37 years of age, she had a body that an 18 year old would kill for. Her body-fat percentage was phenomenal, and she still had clearly defined abs. Her c-cup breasts stood out prominently on her chest, and her ass was smooth and taut. She had full, pouty lips, brilliant green eyes and strawberry-blonde hair that always seemed to look tussled. But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't get her husband to notice her anymore.

Since Roger had been born, her husband had poured attention on him. When you grow up with a man who does nothing but tell you how great you are all the time and who helps bail you out of any problems, you become a bit conceited. The boy had little respect for anyone, including his mother. As long as his father approved of him, he was fine. And his father of approved of everything he did.

Continue? Any takers? Please reply if I should continue. Thank you.

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YES Go on lah

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Episode 2
The two of them had left early this morning so that Roger would be well rested for the game the next morning. Paul had volunteered his wife to drive some of the "other kids" up later in the day. These were the boys who were sponsored by smaller companies who simply wanted to help out at a noble event. They tended to be decent kids, and she normally didn't mind playing soccer mom. But she had wanted for Paul to arrange other transportation for all the kids. After all, it was their anniversary. They had been married for 17 years, and had become less important to him than taking their spoiled child to a soccer game. And she hadn't even gotten her a gift.

So she sat their next to the window, staring outward. The 5 boys had been dropped off, but as the last of them had arrived, the rain had started coming down in buckets. The local news had a flash flood advisory, and her husband had called to say the game had been postponed from the following morning until the following evening to give the field a chance to dry on the off chance it stopped pouring overnight. The highway that led to the event was closed, so they wouldn't be able to leave that evening.

Since they would have to leave early in the morning to make the event, Trixie and the boys' parents all decided it would be easier if the boys just stayed at Trixie's house that evening, making it easier for them to get going at first light. Trixie didn't mind. The house had plenty of room, and she enjoyed having something to distract her from her marital problems. She checked her watch and noticed it was about seven o'clock.

"Have you boys eaten yet, " she asked with a start. She realized she would be a terrible hostess for letting the young men go hungry.

"I had a chocolate bar on the way over, " said one of the boys pitifully. His name was Dennis, a nice young
man whose family was from Brazil. He had beautifully dark skin and big, clear eyes. She could tell he was trying to be polite, but she was also certain none of them had eaten in a while. She felt like a terrible hostess.

"How about some homemade pizza?" The word 'pizza' has a magical effect on young men. All of their eyes lit up.

"Are you sure it won't be much trouble?"

"Absolutely not," she said warmly. "I haven't entertained such lofty company since the last time the Queen herself popped by for tea," she said in her worst pseudo-English accent. The boys sat there with goofy grins on their faces. Trixie felt a little flustered. It had been a while since she had last tried to be funny, and her husband and son tended to dismiss such attempts as weak. She got out a bowl and got down her recipe. It had been a long time since she had made it. Her family tended to snub her cooking. Two of the boys got up and headed into the kitchen with her.

"What are you two up to?"

"Helping?" they said with confused expressions on their faces. Their confusion perplexed her until she
realized that they probably saw 'helping' as what they were supposed to do. She only wished her son was so courteous. She gave each of them a chore, which they dove into. The other three soon joined in and generally making a bit of a mess. They were so caught up in the cooking process that she took the time to stand back and watch them for a bit.

They were a fine looking group. Dennis had an exotic look to him that she was fascinated by. Jim and James were both white, blonde-haired blue-eyed boys, with Jim being a bit taller and a bit broader in those muscular shoulders. Lance was black, with a particularly handsome face and a shaved head. Mike was Hispanic, with those dark eyes and tempting lips usually reserved for Mexican soap-opera stars. All of them were in good shape, lean and strong. And those cute little butts . . .

'Oh, God!' she thought to herself. She was a married woman! And she was checking out boys half her age! She was old enough to be their mother for crying out loud! She through herself back into her work, trying to forget about those tight asses confined by tight denim jeans or soccer shorts. She really tried.

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Episode 3
They were having so much fun that they hadn't noticed her watching them. At one point, Jim wiped the flour from his hands on his pants.

"What a savage, " said Dennis.

"What?"

"You don't just wipe your hands on your clothes."

"Good point." With that, Jim wiped his hands on Dennis's shirt. Trixie found herself giggling uncontrollably as Dennis stared incredulously at the flour on his shirt. He methodically reached into a bowl full of dough for the crust. Jim would have rune, but two of the other boys held him in place as Dennis smeared the stuff all over his face. Trixie was laughing so hard at that point she could scarcely breathe. Jim managed to free his arm grab a handful of pepperoni slices and fling them at his adversary. Dennis dodged. Trixie wound up with a pepperoni necklace. There was a moment of intense silence as the boys realized they might have gone too far. Their fears were somewhat alleviated when Trixie smashed an egg over Jim's head, and the food fight was underway in earnest.

After about twenty minutes, the six of them, the kitchen and part of the living room were covered in miscellaneous food particles. The boys helped her clean up, and they even managed to get a single pepperoni pizza finished. It wasn't much, but no one complained.

During clean up, there were several times the storm caused the lights to flicker. At one point they went out completely. Trixie reached for the cabinet underneath the sink where they kept a flashlight. Her arm brushed against one of the boys. More specifically, it brushed against the crotch of one of the boys. The contact was brief, but Trixie could feel the heat emanating from beneath the material (she thought it felt like soccer shorts). Whoever it was, he was semi-hard down there. And he was big.

She felt someone bump into her from behind, and felt another dick, this one completely rigid, temporarily slide along her butt cheeks. She felt her heart beat faster and her palms began to sweat. But as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Trixie realized that one of the things she was feeling was disappointment. She shook her head. 'Just remember, ' she thought. 'Half your age, half your age.' She found the flashlight just as the lights came back on.

She was bent over reaching into the counter. She glanced back and saw all of the boys looking at her posterior before guiltily looking away. Trixie could hardly believe she had that kind of affect on them. After all, they probably just saw her as an old lady.

It was past ten o'clock but no one seemed tired, so Trixie popped one of her husband's action movies into the dvd player and they all sat down to watch. Trixie was distracted though. She couldn’t get the thought of what happened earlier out of her head. She found herself wondering whose privates she had touched with her hand and whose had been nestled between her butt cheeks.

Two people were wearing soccer shorts, Dennis and Mike, so she must have accidentally groped one of them. The one at her backside . . . 'Oh, stop it, Trixie. It was nothing.' She just wished she could convince her still rapidly-beating heart that it was nothing. And she wished she could stop staring at their crotches.

Eventually the movie ended and it was time for bed. She put two of the boys in the spare bedroom, one in her son's room, one on the couch and one in the overly-large recliner chair. She then went to her room and got ready for bed. She slipped into a pair of lacy, powder-blue panties and matching bra. She didn't realize until she was brushing her teeth what she was wearing; it was her favorite 'fuck me' outfit she wore when she was trying to get her husband's attention. Now why had she put it on?

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hmm...please continue...nice story;)

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Episode 4
She shrugged and climbed into bed. It was awfully hot and humid, so she threw back all the covers and lay there almost completely exposed to the world. Without even thinking about it, her hands drifted south of the border.

She often masturbated when Paul was away. Hell, she often masturbated when he was around. She slipped her hand under the flimsy material of her underwear and began fingering herself. She was already quite wet down there. She was surprised at how anxious she was to do this, considering there were strange people in her house.

The moonlight was shining in the open window, bathing her body in a magnificent pale light. She reached orgasm in record time, and she tried very hard not to gasp out loud. Her body shook while she continued sticking her fingers deep inside her body. It felt . . . well, delicious. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move. She realized then that the door wasn't completely shut. 'Oh my God, ' she thought again. 'Please don't let anyone have seen me.'

She got up, sweat and lace plastered to her body. She went to the door and glanced out. There was no one there. But she heard a door squeak down the hall, and saw a light appear under the bathroom door. Hmm. She wandered down the hall as quietly as she could. She was vaguely aware that she was clad only in her lingerie, but that didn't matter much. Whoever had gone in the bathroom hadn't shut the door all the way. She peeked through the crack at the bathroom mirror.

She saw Dennis standing next to the tub, leaning forward with one hand on the wall. His shorts were around his ankles and his shirt was on the counter. And even though she couldn't see what he was doing (as his back was to her), she knew he was jerking off. And he was into it, too. His muscular back was taut and his round little ass was clenched as he whacked away. He was muttering under his breath. She strained to make out was he was saying. Then she heard it.

"Oh, Mrs. Branch! Oh Trixie!" Holy shit! He was fantasizing about her! This hot young stud was fantasizing about a thirty-seven-year-old soccer mom! She knew she should turn and go back to her room. That would be the proper thing to do. But at that moment, she didn't give a damn about being proper.
She quickly and quietly slipped into the room. "So, "she said, "was it you spying on me a minute ago?"

Dennis turned with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. In a panic, he started reaching for his shorts. He did so in such a rush that he lost his balance. He started to fall backward but managed to catch the edge of the tub before falling in. His member wound up pointed skyward, or at least his hostess, to see.

Trixie had never seen such a beautiful dick. Of course, she only had her husband to compare it to, but her husband's equipment was nothing compared to this. It was eight inches long with a large head. It was cleanly shaved, as were the heavy balls that hung underneath. It was waving wildly through the air like a compass in a magnetic storm.

"Did I do that?" she continued. "Did this old lady get you all hard?"
"Old lady? Mrs. B, when you first showed up at the school, everyone thought you were Roger's sister, not his mother. Everyone thinks you're the hottest lady in town. And . . . Oh damn, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that to you. I'll . . . I'll call my folks to come get me and . . ."

He was silenced as she moved forward, reached out and took his raging hard-on in her hand. "I . . . I don't want you to go. Do you really think I'm hot?"
"Yeah. Oh that feels good! Yeah, you're really hot!"

"No one has told me that in a long time." She began stroking his meat. She didn't believe what she was doing. But this young man thought she was sexy. He fantasized about her. And that made her feel good!

She wanted to feel like that. And she wanted this eighteen year old boy. She lowered the toilet lid and sat down on it. She took Dennis's rod in both her hands and pulled and tugged on it gently. She was mesmerized by it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was moaning gently, enjoying the feel of her hands.

"Shh, " she whispered. "You don't want to wake the others, do you?" She looked straight at the head of his penis. "You know how I keep from making noise sometimes?" She extended the tip of her tongue and licked the faint trace of pre-cum off the head, eliciting another moan that was laced with surprise. "I stick something in my mouth." With that, she descended on that big, beautiful dick. Once upon a time, she was able to make Paul beg for oral sex, but he had eventually grown tired of it just like everything else. She hoped she could still do it all right. From Dennis's expression, she was doing just fine.

She went down about five inches on each stroke before pulling up, exerting as much suction as she could with her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand while keeping the other circled around the base of the shaft. She knew that if she squeezed at the right time, she could prolong his erection for a while. The sensation was incredible for both of them. Trixie missed the feeling of having her lips split by man-meat and the feeling of cum on her tongue. "Hey Dennis, are you almost . . ." Oh shit! Mike had just walking in the bathroom.

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Episode 5
Trixie had forgotten to lock the door. There was no point trying to pretend that nothing was going on. So rather than fight it, she decided to go for it.

"What, " she said after pulling her lips from Dennis's shaft with a slurping noise, "were you raised in a barn? Come on it if you want some of this!" She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth just before a young cock sank back into it. Mike looked incredulous, but he stepped forward and dropped his pants. His cock was a little shorter than Dennis' s, but it was just as thick and quite lovely.

Mike was muttered something in Spanish, but it was clear what he wanted. He stood next to Dennis as Trixie began shifting her attention between them. She could scarcely believe that she was performing oral sex on two young men, both of whom played soccer with her son, but she didn't want to stop.

She ran her hands over their tight buns when she wasn't grasping their balls.
"Boys, let's go . . . (Slurp) . . . to my room. It'll be a bit more comfortable." She stood up, grabbed their erections, and led them down the hall to her bedroom. She flipped on the light; she wanted to see everything. She led the two young men to the bed and had them sit down.

She knelt in front of them and continued her oral attentions. She had them both moaning audibly now. Once, she put the heads of their penises together and fit both of them in her mouth, though not without some difficulty. The she sucked Mike's dick all the way back into her mouth again while stroking Dennis.

"Holy Shit!" She glanced back and saw James in the doorway with a tent in his pajama bottoms.

"What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a grown woman going down on your friends before?"

Trixie wasn't sure if she just wasn't thinking clearly or if she had achieved a clarity unknown to her before. But she wanted these boys to desire her. James took a step forward. "Before you join in, go get the others."

All three boys looked incredulous at that. "What? I'm just being polite to all my guests." James disappeared, and Dennis's dick disappeared down her throat.

"See, " came James's voice, "I told you!" Trixie looked behind her and Jim and Lance had joined James.

"Okay, " said Trixie. "I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I want you. I want all of you. But only if you promise not to tell anyone!" The sight of three more pairs of pants/pajamas hitting the floor was the response she got, but it was the only response she needed. She indicated for each of the boys to sit on the edge of the bed, and she sat back to gaze at them.

Dennis's eight-inch shaft was easily the longest, but all of them were beautiful. Mike's she had already sucked. Jim and James were another couple of seven-inchers. Lance's black dick was also seven inches, but thicker than any of the others. She wasn't sure how she was going to fit in her mouth, but she was determined to try.

While she checked them out, they checked her out. "Damn, Mrs. B! You are the sexiest woman ever!" That was Lance. "And I've seen a lot of on-line porn!" That broke what was remaining of the ice and left Trixie giggling."Little old me?" She took a couple swigs of dick-meat then looked at the next boy. "What about you? Do you think I'm pretty?

"You put those Baywatch girls to shame." She sucked on his dick next. She did that with all of them, trading compliments for blowjobs.

"Guys, this isn't quite fair. I think we should more courteous to the lady of the house." Dennis had a smile on his face as he helped her to her feet and lay her back on the bed.

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Episode 6
"Oh Dennis," she said. "You're such a nice, handsome young man." He smiled at her then buried her face in her crotch. He nuzzled her for a second before pulling her soaked panties down. Then he buried his tongue in her box and licked.

It was obvious that he didn't have a lot of experience, but it was more than her husband was ever willing to do anymore. Any his youthful exuberance made up for his inexperience.

After he licked for a while, Mike took his place. She paid him a compliment and he started to eat. So the game continued with the roles reversed; with Trixie giving out generous comments in exchange for oral pleasure.

"Boys, I love what you're doing, but could someone get down here so I could have a cock to suck on?" It was a mad scramble, but Lance got there first. Trixie managed to fit his substantial girth into her mouth, letting half of his dick slide into her mouth.

But even as she started sucking off any the boys whose face wasn't buried in her crotch, she began to crave something else. She looked at Dennis, who was patiently waiting his turn to get his dick sucked.

"Dennis, " she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I . . . I want you inside me. Down there." The boys looked surprised (thought she didn't know why at this point) but anxious. Dennis wasted no time, pushing James's face aside and positioning himself and her entrance. He paused.

"Do it!" she told him. "Put your young hard cock inside me!" He needed no more coaxing. He sunk all the way in on his first thrust. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and held him there for a moment.

She felt so alive right then, certainly more alive than she had felt in years. "Okay, " she said after a long pause. "Fuck me. But do it slow. I want to feel every inch of you."

He did as he was asked, sliding all eight inches in and out as gently as he could. She turned her attention back to one of the cocks next to her head. She pushed it against her cheek, marveling at the warmth. Then she was sucking again.

Meanwhile, Jim managed to snake his hand under her back and release her bra fastening. 'Impressive, ' she thought. 'Paul still has problems with those.' Her breast popped free, sticking proudly into the air. James had basically straddled her face and was fucking her mouth so she couldn't see what was going on towards the end of the bed, but she felt two pairs of lips kissing her chest.

She felt both nipples engulfed in young boys' mouths, and they were being treated like pacifiers by young children. It was all so exquisite! Dennis pulled out and let someone else take his place. 'What a good boy. He believes in sharing.'

Although they were all young and full of energy, none of them had experienced anything like this before. Each of them had taken the opportunity to sample both her mouth and pussy, and the overall excitement finally became too much. Lance was the first to go.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna . . ." He pulled out of her hot pussy and she felt he semen splash onto her abdomen. Jim and James both let their loads fly at her chest. Mike's rod was in her mouth, and when he stared moaning louder, she grabbed the smooth skin of his ass and held him inside.

She hadn't done this in a long time, but she wanted it now. Mike erupted in her mouth, filling it with his sweet fluid. Even after he was finished, she continued sucking on his semi-hard member until she was certain she had drained it of its contents. Then, with an intentionally loud gulp, she swallowed. This elicited a series of "oohs" and naughty comments.

Dennis was the only one left now. He sank his cock into her pussy and fucked her like a jackhammer. No "nice and gentle" this time; he was going for broke. And as he approached climax, so did she. Her muscles seized and her pussy clamped down.

This extra pressure was more than Dennis could stand and his spunk flowed into her as her juices flowed outward. It could have been minutes or hours for all Trixie could tell. But she felt more satisfied than she had in . . . well, as long as she could remember. Finally Dennis pulled out with a satisfying "plop" sound.

"Well, you boys might as well sleep here tonight. I think I'd like the company." They were all grinning, and James hit the lights. As the veritable sea of young male flesh made itself comfortable on the king-sized bed, she felt strangely content. She stroked their hair and kissed each of them goodnight before all of them drifted off to sleep.

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Episode 7
She awoke early the next morning. All of the boys were still firmly asleep. She managed to wiggle her way out of bed without waking any of them up.

She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She still had cum stains on her chest and stomach. She washed them off and began admiring her form.

"They thought I was Roger's sister, " she mumbled. "You know, I'm not bad looking at all for someone going on 38."

"You're not bad looking for someone going on 18, " came a voice from behind her.

"Morning Dennis."

"Morning Mrs. B."

"Call me Trixie."

"Trixie, I don't get why the idea of being beautiful is so strange to you. I think you're the only one who doesn't realize how gorgeous you are."

She gave him a tired smile. "Well, me and my husband."

"Well if he would . . ." Dennis stopped there, afraid of overstepping his bounds.

"Go ahead."

"If he would stop trying to convince Roger that he hung the friggin' moon! Roger has gotten a big ego. It's not as bad when you husband isn't around. The problem is, your husband is almost ALWAYS around."

"I know. And I don't know what to do about it. I guess I should call Paul. See what is up with the game." She went to the kitchen followed by Dennis. She saw his beautiful dick dangling and bouncing between his legs. She found herself licking her lips. She picked up the phone and called Paul's cell.

"Hey honey, " he said when he answered. Caller Id made his life easier. "Listen, I can't talk now. Me and our superstar are going golfing with one the Olympic scouts tomorrow." As he talked, she felt Dennis moving behind her.

Suddenly his hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so his tongue could ravish her mound from behind. She bent forward and spread her legs, reveling in the devilishness of being eaten out by this young stud while talking to her husband.

"But . . . but you haven't played golf in years. And Roger doesn't know how to play!"

"I told you. He can do anything if he puts his mind to it. C'mon Trixie, get with the program." The jackass even managed to sound irritable, as if she had done something wrong.

At the same time, her pussy was becoming increasingly aroused and moist as Dennis stuck his fingers inside while licking the outer lips. "Anyway," he continued with an sense of indignity, "the game has been postponed until next week. The field is sopping wet."

'So is my crotch, you twit!' she thought to herself.

"It's completely unplayable right now. I don't know why they don't find a better place to do this event. Anyway, Roger and I are going to stay up here for a week. I called my secretary earlier and let her know how to reach me. I'll talk to you later. Bye." And he hung up.

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Episode 8
She was almost furious. He hadn't asked if she was okay with being alone. He hadn't asked if she needed anything. He hadn't even asked if she wanted to come up and stay with them, like a normal family. Just "I'll talk to you later."

"Dennis," she said between clenched teeth.

"Yes?" he mumbled from the area of her crotch.

"Let's go outside." She led the confused boy outside. She closed the sliding glass door that led to the porch.

"What . . .?"

"I don't want to wake the others quite yet. And I want you to fuck me again. Fast and hard like last night."

"But . . ."

"I'll explain later." She bent over and grabbed the porch rail. He sidled up behind her and sunk into her.

"Trixie, you are so tight. It feels so good!"

"Less talking, more pounding." She was glad that they had an expansive estate and hence, no immediate neighbours. The slapping of his balls against her backside seemed to carry across the still morning air. He reached around and took her breasts in his hands.

His fondlings were amateurish, but well received. She brought one of his hands to her face and began sucking on one of his fingers. She could taste the sweat off him from the last twenty-four hours. It was intoxicating.

He leaned in, and she felt the flesh of his torso rubbing against hers. She turned her head and she kissed him. That surprised him momentarily. She moved him away so she could turn around and face him. She sat on the rail and pulled him back into her.

As he started fucking her again, she continued kissing him, tasting his lips with great fervor. He kept held her tightly against him as he thrust in and out of her greedy pussy.

"Fuck, " she said. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

"I'm goin' as fast as I can, " he returned with a smile.

She grinned then pushed him away. She dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The pre-cum might as well have been white wine as much as she enjoyed its flavor.

She kept the head in her mouth while she stroked the shaft with her hands. It wasn't long before his seed was spilling into her mouth. It tasted sweeter than anything she had ever had. She didn't swallow right away.

She made sure she had it all, milking his beautiful dick for every last drop. She let it slide noisily from between her lips, then looked up at him with an open mouth full of his jism.

She swirled her tongue around in it, forcing some of it to escape the corners of her mouth and drip down her face. She felt so naughty, but it felt so right. Finally she swallowed.

"Trixie, there aren't words to describe how sexy you are!"

"Thank you, " she said while standing up. She kissed him on the cheek and the two of them went back inside.

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Episode 9
Once all the boys were awake, she described the game situation to them. They could tell that she was miffed about her husband's comments.

"So," said Lance. "Should we come by again next Friday afternoon. You know, so we can get an early start the next morning of course." He was smiling, but it was a little anxious. Trixie put his fears to rest.

"You know, I think that would be a great idea. If you want to spend another boring evening with someone's mother." The boys were all smiling. "And if your parents won't mind."

They all clamored and stumbled over each other while assuring her that everything would be fine with their parents, all of whom thought she was one of the nicest ladies they had ever met. If only they knew how nice she was. Each of them called their folks for a ride home. Trixie treated them all to a good breakfast and a "until-next-week" hand-job to tide them over.

After they were gone, she pondered what to do. She figured if she was going to get down and dirty next week, she wanted to make it special; something that would blow the preceding evening away.

She spent the rest of the day thinking about what she was going to do. With every new idea, she fingered herself to another orgasm. By the end of the day she was exhausted, but happy.

The next day, she was lounging in her silk robe when she heard someone buzzing at the front door. She checked the peep hole and saw it was Dennis. She opened the door.

"Hey handsome."

"Hi. I think I forgot my gym bag here."

"Yeah, I found it. Come on in. I could use someone to talk to. Unless your in a hurry . . ."

"No, I'm free."

The two went inside and sat down on the couch. She found herself opening up to this young man. She told him of her life, her insecurities and her growing sense of hopelessness. And he listened. He wasn't just letting her ramble, but rather he was actively listening. Just the fact that he actually seemed to care what she felt made her feel a bit better.

"I guess the question is, " he asked, "why do you stay with him then? Mrs. Br . . . Trixie, you could find another guy just driving to the store, and he would probably be more attentive than your husband."

She was slightly teary, but still mostly composed. "I don't know. It isn't like he abuses me or doesn't provide for me. He never does anything to me. Anything at all."

"Not loving someone is just as good a reason to end it. I realize this may not be my place to say, but it doesn't sound like you two love each other anymore. He certainly doesn't seem to love you. And I don't get that. Everyone I know who has met you likes you. There are any number of people who would help you out if you asked."

"Help me do what? I only have a high-school education. I never went to college, I've never held a job and I've got no skills. What would I do out there?" she said waving in the general direction of the outside world.

"What will you do in here?" came the response. "Trixie, your house and property here is bigger than my whole neighborhood, but I don't know anyone who acts as trapped as you do. Do you have family you could go stay with, at least until you figure out what you want to do?"

"I guess I could stay with my little sister. I haven't seen her in a while." She sniffed. That actually sounded like a good idea to her. "Visit with my nephews for a bit."

"See, you do have options. But don't do anything until you're ready. I'm just saying what I think would be right, but I'm not the one in your position. I can't make those decisions for you."

"Thanks," she said shyly. He was half her age, but he seemed so much wiser in some ways than she was. She felt so much better after venting to him. So much better, in fact, that she was feeling a little randy.

"Trixie," Dennis said smiling, "you have that look in your eye."

"Do you mind? Unless you have something else to do."

He stood up and dropped his shorts. His full eight inches was standing at attention. "Trixie, I can't be in the same room with you without getting stiff!"
She grinned and slowly crawled toward him, letting her robe slide off her body along the way. She got to him and felt the now-familiar head sliding into her mouth.

"I could get use to this," he said. "Hell, I actually AM getting used to this. Do you have any idea how many guys, or even girls for that matter, would love for you to go down on them just once? I've gotten it three times in as many days!"

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Episode 10
She slurped noisily on his beef-stick while fondling his balls and running her hand over his ass. But something he had said kept reverberating in her brain. She pulled her mouth off and started stroking his meat with both hands.

"Girls? There are girls who fantasize about me?"

He actually looked flustered, which surprised her. What could fluster him at this point?

"Yeah… A lot of the lesbians around the school thought you were fine. A friend of mine checked you out at every school function, though she'd never openly admit to wanting to be with you. She probably thought a girl in her position shouldn't get her hopes up."

"Her position?"

"Yeah. She's a cheerleader, and she's convinced that she's supposed to deny that side of herself. But she and I hang out a lot, and know that she's really curious."

Trixie was getting incredibly aroused. She found herself wanting to meet this girl. She realized she wanted to have sex with another woman. She had toyed with the idea in high school, but had never done anything about it.

She got married, and she thought the idea had died off. But it hadn't died. It had only gone dormant, and now it was awake with a vengeance. Hell, since she was breaking down the boundaries, why not shatter them all? She was planning on shattering another of them shortly anyway.

She picked up the pace on her oral action. She was sliding more of it into her mouth than usual, and his balls were bouncing against her chin. She pushed him back into the chair and raised herself up, and wrapped her tits around his shaft.

"Oh God!" he said. "That feels wonderful."

"I saw this when I was looking at some porn sites last night." She pressed her breasts tightly together and started stroking his member with them. "Do you like?"

"I like! I like a lot." He was fucking her cleavage all on his own now. She liked the way his abdominal muscles were rippling as he pounded between her boobs. Well, he had been in her pussy, mouth and tits. Just one more frontier for him to explore.

"Don't move, " she told him before standing up and going to her purse. She pulled out a bottle of KY she had picked up at the market. She poured some in her hand and started rubbing it onto his rigid stick.

"That feels good! What's it for?"

"It will make it easier to shove this big cock of yours into my ass."

He looked like a deer in the headlights of a very large truck. "Uh, did you say . . ."

"Yep. In my ass. I was going to save it for Friday, but I want to do something special for you. Just be gentle. It's my first time." She turned around, got down on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder expectantly.

Dennis was sitting there with that same look of disbelief. "Hurry before I change my mind." Dennis leapt into action. He positioned himself behind her and started pushing against her virgin rosebud.

"Let me know if it starts to . . ."

"Oh shit!"

"Don't do that."

Trixie had placed her head against the carpet and was holding the back of her head. The sensation was strange at first. She had just felt a bit of pressure. Then her anus stretched to try accommodate the intruder. That was painful. She felt like she was giving birth again, but that the wrong opening was getting stretched.

"Do you want me to stop?"

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Episode 11
"No," she whimpered. She was breathing in short, rapid bursts as she tried to relax her posterior. "Just take it slow." She felt the head creep a little further inward.

After a minute or two, she felt the head slid all the way in and the pressure was greatly reduced. She felt every ridge and vein of his beautiful cock as it slid deeper into her backdoor.

The pain was almost gone, and the pleasure hit her like a baseball bat. "Oh, that is so good!" She glanced back and saw that Dennis's eyes were close and a look of pure ecstasy decorated his face.

"Dennis?"

"Yes?"

"Open your eyes." He did as asked. "I want you to look in my eyes when I tell you this." They locked gazes. "Now fuck me hard. I want you to fuck my ass as hard as you can!"

The look on his face showed that he had suddenly become all business, and he began pounding her backside like nobody's business. Since there was no one else around or likely to show up, she decided to make some noise of her own as his balls slapped against her.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah! Fill my ass with that young meat. Harder! Harder!" She didn't even know if Dennis heard her. But she wanted him to hear what she had to say next. "Dennis?" He grunted. "You said that your young lady friend was attracted to me?"

Dennis actually slowed for a moment. He obviously had a suspicion as to where she was going, but couldn't quite believe it.

"Yeah..."

"Could you bring her here? Could you bring her here so I could feel what being with another woman is like? Could you bring her here so I could fuck her too?"

"Are you serious?" His eyes were wide open now. She also thought his dick had just become even larger while in her ass.

"Of course. Is it so unbelievable that the woman you are ass-fucking wants you to bring home and eighteen-year-old cheerleader to have sex with?"

"There are so many things that are weird about that sentence that I won't even start." He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, actually I think I could. But I'd have to be up front with her about everything. She's my friend, so I won't set her up for anything that might spook her."

"I wouldn't have her . . . I mean I wouldn't have it any other way. Now get fucking!" She buried her head in the carpet once again and started playing with her own pussy.

Having her ass full of dick seemed to have made all her erogenous zones extra sensitive. She fingered herself with one hand and played with her nipples with the other.

After just a few minutes, she had an orgasm that seemed to rock the foundations of the house. It was more intense than anything she had ever experienced before! She was actually seeing stars circling around her head, and her body was shaking so bad she was knocking stuff off the coffee table. And as her ass clamped down, she felt Dennis tighten up.

"I'm cumming!" He grabbed her hips and held on for dear life as he emptied the biggest load of his young life deep into her backside. She felt every contraction and spurt his dick made as it emptied his seed into her.

"Why didn't I ever try that before?" she whispered as she collapsed all the way onto the floor. He collapsed on top of her, his still semi-hard member buried inside her.

Her senses still seemed hyperactive. She could almost taste his sweat just by smelling of him, and she felt the muscles of his chest against her back. He started kissing the back of her neck, much to her delight.

"I'm glad you didn't. I'm happy I was the first. It was the most amazing thing ever."

"It was, wasn't it. We'll have to do that again sometime. Soon. But before I do, YOU have to bring me a young, beautiful, willing young woman to have sex with."

"I'll do my best."

"Good. Because I'll let you watch."

"Oh man!"

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Episode 12
Trixie had developed a knack for something in the last few days. She kept getting herself into situations before she thought them through. She found herself a nervous wreck when she realized she has just sent one of her young lovers to find her a young woman to have her first-ever lesbian experience with. You can say some strange things when you are getting nailed.

"What was I thinking?" she muttered to herself. "Maybe he won't get her to agree. Maybe she just won't be interested. Then I won't have to worry about it."

The thought of not having to go through with it managed to both comfort her and disappoint her as well. Well, it had been two days since she had heard from him. It probably wasn't going to happen after all.

She decided to relax with a nice dip in a pool. She put on a suit she hadn't worn in years. It didn't leave much to the imagination. She had been wearing skimpier clothes the last few days, both around the house and out on her errands. And she was happy to find that she could still draw stares and whistles from many who saw her.

This suit was basically two straps that extended up from the crotch, covered the nipples, looped over her shoulders and then did a g-string number through her ass-cheeks. It was a stretchy, blue material that seemed to stay in place by sheer willpower. It was good for lounging, if not for actual swimming. She strode into the shallow end of the pool, dunked herself once, and then just gently floated around.

It actually was very peaceful. There was a light breeze blowing, helping cool her skin. And when her ears drifted below the surface, the rest of the world just seemed to slip away. But shortly after it had slipped away, reality came drifting back into play as Dennis's handsome face was suddenly looking down at her. He had a goofy grin on his face.

"Sorry, I rang the doorbell but you didn't answer. I heard splashing, so we just came around the side."

Trixie suddenly was very nervous again. She flipped over and only her eyes were above water. She let her mouth drift above the surface. "Uhm. We?"
He moved to one side, and Trixie saw a beautiful girl hanging out next to the porch. She was wear fairly short denim shorts and a white, baby-doll t-shirt.

Her face was almost angelic with high cheekbones and a perfect complexion.
She was thin, but not emaciated. She wasn't particularly muscled, but she was lean. Her breasts were on the small side, but they were noticeable and seemed to be firm. And those legs! They seemed to stretch up all the way to the sky.

She had shoulder-length blonde hair which she was twirling around one finger. She was shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other. She seemed almost as terrified of this moment as Trixie was.

Trixie wasn't at all sure what to do next. Dennis backed up a bit so the two girls could get better looks at each other. Trixie stood up in the shallow end, showing off her skimpy outfit and generous bosoms.

"Well . . ." she stuttered.

"Well . . ." returned the girl, staring mostly at her feet but glancing out the top of her eyes at the beautiful creature before her.

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Episode 13
"Trixie, this is Brandy. Brandy . . ."

"I know who she is dweeb, " she said with fondness in her voice. "I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Good girl, " said Trixie. "Men need to be put in their place from time to time."

"Hey!" returned the offended party. "Can I point out that . . ."

"No!" exclaimed the two girls together. They both giggled. Trixie lay her head on the side of the pool and looked Brandy over again, causing Brandy to blush furiously.

"Let me tell you what. Why don't you both jump on in here for a bit. We don't have to rush anything if we don't want to."

Brandy actually looked a bit relieved. No one was sure how to start things, so why not take it easy. "I don't have a suit, " she said a bit shyly.

"Dennis, could you grab her a suit out of my bedroom? They're in the dresser, bottom drawer. I should have some bikini bottoms that she can wear. But tops . . ."

"I can just wear the shirt. I just didn't want to get denim wet, 'cause it is a bitch to get dry." Dennis sauntered off while Brandy kicked off her shoes, sat down, and dangled those luscious legs in the water. The two made small talk while Dennis searched for a suit. Trixie knew he would try and pick the smallest bottom he could find.

Brandy turned out to be a delightful girl. Just like Trixie, she had been a cheerleader until she graduated a few months earlier. She was going to attend the local college that fall, but had no idea what she was going to major in.

Trixie assured her it was better to be confused now than wind up following a dead end path that she wound up hating. She didn't even realize until after she said it that she was talking about herself. Brandy seemed to realize there was a bit of self-loathing going on.

"Mrs. . . . Trixie. If you've been as unhappy as you and Dennis say you've been . . ." "Why stay?"

"Yeah."

"I've been thinking about that a lot. Since before the other night. I think I had just been so bored for so long that I didn't realize I had drifted into 'unhappy.' When nothing is actually going really wrong, it's hard to do anything about it." Brandy had actually started stroking the older woman's hair. It felt wonderful. Gentle. Caring.

Just then, Dennis returned with a bikini bottom. Trixie recognized it. It was basically a couple of pieces of floss being held together by a wing and a prayer. Brandy shot him a dirty look, but went inside to change. Dennis discarded his shirt and dove it. While paddling on his back, he asked "So, how are things going?"

"A bit awkward. This was one of those ideas that sounded really good in my head. But dammit Dennis, she IS beautiful!"

"Yeah. But she's been a friend since I moved here, so I never made a move. But does she ever have eyes for you."

"Really?" He moved in close. "Don't tell her I told you this, but apparently seeing you when you pick up Roger from practice once was the first time she realized she had . . . you know . . . feelings for girls."

Trixie felt herself flushing. She never thought she could have that kind of effect on someone. Brandy returned from the house. Her legs looked even more shapely in that skimpy bottom. And when she dove into the water,

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Episode 14
Trixie got a good look at the most fantastic ass in the world. It was so perfectly round and tight, well shown off by the tiny bikini bottom. When the girl surfaced, her t-shirt clung to her body and her nipples protruded quite nicely. Trixie was become less nervous by the second. Instead, she was becoming filled with anticipation.

The three of them frolicked around the pool for an hour. Trixie was feeling like a kid again, in more ways than one. She found her gaze lingering longer and longer on the younger girl's shapely body. Brandy met her gaze more than once and blushed. She was so cute it almost hurt.

Finally, enough was enough. Trixie gave the young girl a very meaningful stare, then climbed the stairs out of the pool with a deliberate swing in her hips. She tossed a large beach towel on the ground, sat down on it and leaned back on her elbows.

She watched as Brandy dove under the water and emerged again next to the steps. The water dripped off her hair and down her face. She was biting her lower lip in an adorable fashion. Her shirt was almost see-through, and clung to her body like a second skin. Her narrow hips had a delightful sway to them, and her legs . . . oh those legs! Those gorgeous legs were making their way over to her.

Brandy knelt down next to her, lying on her side. She traced one finger up Trixie's leg and torso, and felt the valley between her breasts. Trixie took a slightly less delicate approach, grabbing a handful of Brandy's ass and pulling the younger girl on top of her.

Both girls had looked nervous earlier. Now they just looked hungry. Now with both hands on Brandy's perfect ass, she leaned up and kissed the girl right on the lips. She felt a tongue slip inside her mouth, so she returned the favorite. Brandy's arms had wrapped around Trixie's head, holding her close. It was the sweetest kiss of Trixie's life.

It lingered as Brandy pulled the straps of Trixie's swimsuit off her shoulder and cupped her breasts. It lingered as Trixie released one of Brandy's glorious ass-cheeks and started rubbing the young girl's mound through the bikini bottom. Trixie wanted to feel Brandy's naked body against her own, so she simply ripped the wet t-shirt off the girl's body.

Brady didn't seem to care about the lost of her garment as she pressed her body against Trixie's, trapping the older girl's hand between them. Trixie fingered the girl through the fabric while maintaining a death-grip on her ass. Brandy began humping Trixie's hand. And then they finally broke their kiss.

"Fuck!" exclaimed the young cheerleader. "That was incredible!"

"And that's just what my tongue can do to your mouth. I have many other plans for it." She reached down and tugged on the strings of Brandy's bikini bottoms. The young girl was now completely naked.

"Turn about is fair play." Brandy slid her hands down Trixie's sides and tugged on her suit. Trixie had to lift her ass up so the suit could be completely removed, but soon the deed was done. The two lay side by side again, but this time with one of their hands in the others crotch, fingering the other girl's pussy.

Since neither girl had been with another woman, they both just did to the other what they did to themselves. And it worked. Fingers were pumping, juices were flowing, lips were tugged and clits were rubbed. Trixie slid three fingers into the other girl, and felt a digit tentatively prodding her anus.

"Go ahead. I actually like it up there."

"So I've heard," whispered Brandy conspiratorially while glancing at Dennis, who was watching from the pool. The splashing in the water made it clear he was enjoying the show. Brandy leaned over and took one of Trixie's sensitive nipples in her mouth and started sucking. She inhaled that sensitive skin and pulled out, stretched the nipple. She even took it lightly in her teeth.

Final Episode tomorrow...

Cheers...:)

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Final Episode
Trixie was groaning in pleasure. Brandy had already shown she knew more about foreplay that Paul had ever even tried. And it was all finally too much to bear. Her limbs started to tremble as her asshole and pussy locked down on whatever digit was inserted into them.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Please don't stop! I'm . . . I'm . . ." No more words were needed. Her back arched and she pulled Brandy's head back up next to hers so she could kiss the young woman who had brought so much ecstasy to her. Her cum covered Brandy's hand as the two locked lips again, and again the kiss lasted, at least until the last remnants of that orgasm had finally dissipated.

"So did I do alright?" the girl asked.

"Alright? That was perfect! Are you sure this is your first time with a woman?"

"I'm sure. But I've been fantasizing about you for a long time." Even though
she still had the other girl's fingers inside her box, that confession made her blush. "Don't be embarrassed. I . . . I just think you're beautiful. I'm so glad you let me do that for you."

"Well, I wouldn't feel right if you didn't let me return the favor. Turn over."

She flipped Brandy onto her stomach, then pulled on her hips until Brandy was up on her knees with her face planted in the towel. She marveled again at the perfect globes of that ass. She kissed each cheek extensively. Then, her tongue drifted inward and teased the area around Brandy's ass, eliciting some very pleasurable moans. Finally, she reached the promised land.

Trixie had a very simple plan: do everything that Brandy had done, but using her tongue. She buried her face in that tight juicy pussy. She hadn't gotten a good look at it before, but it was gorgeous. It was shaved clean, and the mound was swollen. It looked delectable!

She was working her tongue furiously, and enjoyed kneading those glorious butt-cheeks with her hands. Her attentions were having the desired affect. Brandy was alternating between moaning and whimpering. She had to be close to losing it.

Trixie just needed something to push her over the top. She stopped licking and inserted a finger into that tight box. Her tongue drifted north to rim the girl's sensitive anus. Then, she stuck a second finger and, after a few pumps, inserted a third.

"Please, " whispered Brandy, "give me more." With that Trixie inserted a fourth finger. The young girl was incredibly tight, so four fingers was stretching her to her limit. And she was getting tighter. Oh God was she tight!

"That's it!" the younger girl practically screamed. And then the power of speech escaped her. She was staring forward, eyes wide. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in rapid bursts. Trixie pulled out her fingers, rolled onto her back and planted her face in Brandy's quivering mound. She started licking again just as the flood gates broke. Apparently, Brandy had been saving it up for a while, and soon the older woman's face was covered in sweet, sticky stuff.

To Trixie, it may as well have been honey as much as she was drinking it in. She even continued licking as Brandy's strength gave way and collapsed on top of her. Eventually, Trixie crawled up the young girl's body and the two kissed again, Brandy relishing the taste of her own cum and Trixie's sweat.
Brandy had a look of amazement and satisfaction on her face. "That . . . That was perfect. Thank you!"

"Thank you. It takes two to tango, you know. Sometimes you can do it with three or four or five, but you should really have at least two."

Brandy looked at her, once again with the visage of shyness. "Uhm . . . could we . . . maybe . . .try it again? Sometime?"

Trixie blushed. "I'm sure we could work something out. Hell, if you aren't in a hurry . . ."

"I told my folks I'd be staying at a friends tonight." She got a devilish look on her face. "Are you my friend?"

"Oh yeah."

They heard a grunting noise, and looked over to see Dennis shooting his load into the pool.

"Damn, " said Trixie. "I'm going to have to get the pool cleaned. Dennis, I think Brandy here is going to stay the evening. I can give her a ride home in the morning. Make sure to have your cute butt back her on Friday."

He was grinning like fox. "Sure thing. Are you two sure you're going to be okay on your own? I could stick around . . ."

"We will be just fine." After Brandy nibbled on her ear, she continued "Just fine indeed."

Trixie awoke late the next morning, primarily because she and Brandy made love until about two in the morning. Over breakfast, Trixie chatted some more with the young lady, and she gave Brandy a lift home.

END