Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Mrs. Miller 

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Mrs. Miller (Msmiller.txt) This is a true story. I know it is.
Somewhere a kid has got to have been seduced by his friend's mother.
There's a lot of people and they're all different and some must be just
different enough for this to happen. m/F, oral, anal


	Tommy looked left and then right. He thought he heard a shuffling
sound at the edge of the room. He didn't see anything.
	He wasn't apprehensive. He had an open invitation at the Millers
and Dexter had said he wanted to study. It was normal for him to walk
right in and sit down.
	Dexter hadn't been there to greet him but that was normal too.
Dex had practice after school and Tommy had only wandered around a
little while before going to his house. He shouldn't be long.
	It came to Tommy that Dex might be playing a joke. He wasn't big 
on the jumping out and going boo, but Tommy wouldn't put it past him.
Tommy was deciding whether to pretend he was startled or to be cool
when he was startled by something brushing his leg.
	The Millers didn't have a dog. At least they didn't have one
yesterday. Tommy looked down and was startled again to see Mrs.
Miller's face looking up from between his legs. She put a finger to her
lips to shush him.
	This was bad. This was an emergency situation. Tommy liked Mrs.
Miller. He liked her too much in the wrong kind of way. He couldn't
help feeling that way any more than he could help his reaction to her
face being so close to his crotch.
	Tommy was too scared to blush as Mrs. Miller made it plain she
saw his cock growing in his pants. She not only stared at it, she
reached up for his zipper.
	"Dexter asked me over to study," Tommy's voice broke as she
reached into that embarrassing area, "He'll be here any minute."
	"Extra practice, He'll be at least an hour," she said in a husky
voice Tommy had never heard.
	Tommy was frozen between fear and hope. Contradictory wishes
tumbled over each other as his friend's mother pulled down his zipper.
Dexter wouldn't like it. She wasn't doing what he thought. Things like
this didn't happen. He wished it would.
	"What about Mr. Miller?" Tommy admitted his hope while voicing a
reminder that he feared might dash it.
	"Be quiet, Tommy," she said as she reached in and her fingers
touched his cock.
	The touch was enough to rob his ability to speak. He knew exactly
what was going on while in total confusion about what was happening.
He thought she was coy and teasing. She'd caught him looking, like that
time she was in a bathing suit and her breast showed a healthy arc of
side curve out the side of her top. He was staring at that slice of
revealed flesh and she'd noticed. He thought she was laughing at him
as she gave him a knowing smile.
	She wasn't offended, which made him happy, but he thought she was
like all the other girls. They liked you to want it, but they weren't
going to give it up, even if you did what they asked and got all
whipped and everything. It seemed he had missed his guess.
	"Would you like me to kiss it, Tommy?" Mrs. Miller asked.
	His mouth was too dry to speak. His tongue wasn't cooperating. He
just nodded.
	She didn't kiss it. He mouth came down over him and her lips
didn't touch skin until his shaft was most of the way in her mouth.
Then she moved up and down. She was blowing him. Tommy knew that right
away.
	He'd never had a blow-job, never more than tit under bra from
Stephanie Morgan. He'd heard other guys say how good it felt, but he
hadn't been able to imagine that it could feel this good.
	"Oh, Mrs. Miller" he managed to moan before he felt the crisis
coming on.
	He wanted to warn her. He didn't think she'd be prepared for him
to pop off so quickly. He tried to open his mouth but all he could do
was groan as he started shooting off in her mouth.
	That was bad. He knew girls didn't like it. Chuck and Lisa broke
up over it. He didn't mean to. He couldn't help it. And while he was in
his panic, Mrs. Miller kept sucking his cock, sucking even harder as 
the hot cum shot out into her mouth.
	"There, I thought that one might be quick," Mrs. Miller said
before Tommy could blurt out his excuses and apology.
	"I didn't mean to..." Tommy started and she cut him off.
	"You did fine," she soothed, "Boys your age always have a hair
trigger. You can't help it. That's why I wanted to get the first one
out of the way."
	Tommy was distracted by how cool she was. She knew he couldn't
help it. It was all right. Then the import of getting it out of the way
crawled into his head.
	"I think you can last long enough to fuck me now," she said, "You
do want to fuck me, don't you?"
	Of course he wanted to fuck her. He shouldn't. He wasn't clear on
how to, but he wanted to. It was wrong. Bad things would follow. She
didn't let him get far down that branch of thought.
	She pushed him back and Tommy scooted his chair away so she
could emerge from under the table. He was slightly disappointed, or was
it puzzled, that she was dressed. It was a momentary thought, replaced
with anticipation as her hands went to the buttons of her blouse.
	He thought nothing, only watched with wonder and hunger as she
stripped out of her clothes. She was down to her underwear in no time
and Tommy stared in open-mouthed adoration as she undid her bra and he
had the beatific vision of her breasts unfettered.
	Her bra dropped out of the way like a veil between a boy's life 
and a man's world. Smooth slopes of pale skin were jubilantly
emphasized by a pair of dark honey areola, large, round and capped with
a more crimson pair of nipples, already standing out. She smiled
slightly and paused to let him take in her naked chest. Those nipples
became part of the vision of heavy breasts slung like cantaloupes in
slings on her chest.
	"Maybe you should take your pants down, at least," she said as 
she put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them over
her full hips.
	Tommy fumbled with his pants without taking his eyes off the fur
covered mystery she was unveiling between her thighs. He couldn't tell
much but that she ended just below where his dick started, but he knew
that was a paradise he had dreamed about since his first pube.
	His cock was growing at the thought. Mrs. Miller noticed with an
airy hmmm through her nose.
	"I knew you wouldn't be long..." she said without finishing and
instead said, "Would you like to touch me?"
	He wanted to grab and maul. He wanted to stare and probe. He
reached out tentatively and placed his hands flat on her breasts. She
gave a sigh of encouragement as he felt the soft resilience form to his
hands. He moved his hands around. He used a finger to touch her
nipples. She took his hands and pushed them up under her breasts to
make them jut out to him.
	"You can kiss them," she invited.
	While he did, Mrs. Miller took his hand and brought it between
her legs. She guided him in stroking. She singled out one finger and
pushed it between the lower lips into a startling wetness. Then she
curled her finger and his went with hers into a damp heat.
	Tommy groaned into her full breast. Sensing the import of his
agitation, Mrs. Miller withdrew their fingers and gently pushed him
back. His cock was hard and throbbing. She feared much more stimulation
and Tommy would last no longer than the first time.
	"Now are you ready to fuck Dexter's mom?" she asked.
	That had the calculated effect of bringing him back from the
edge. Tommy was reminded of the enormity of what was happening. Oh yes,
it was pussy, real live naked lady pussy and he was about to have the
dream come true, but it was so wrong. Not that he could or wanted to
stop, but it was Mrs. Miller.
	His lust for her was from a deep secret place that he couldn't 
share, particularly with Dexter. He was going to give in to that dark
place, but he was aware of his trespass. Then she sat on the table and
opened her legs and he stopped thinking.
	There was that mysterious pink thing he'd seen in pictures, only
this was real. He could put his dick right into it and Mrs. Miller 
wanted him to do just that. Then he'd be fucking.
	"Yes, Tommy, fuck me," Mrs. Miller said as if reading his mind.
	Watching his cock sink in was nothing compared to the feeling of
his first time. It was a lot like the warm wet feeling that had
surrounded his finger, but so different when it was wrapped around his
cock. Mrs. Miller took his face in her hands and turned it up as she
pulled him to her.
	"Now in and out. You know what to do," Mrs. Miller said as he
looked into her face.
	Yes! In! and out, in! and out, her eyes got hazy as he fucked the
first time. Tommy wasn't aware of the stunned bliss on his face as he
moved his cock in a real woman for the first time. Mrs. Miller was
soaking that vision up in lieu of a more expert cock invading her. It
was beautiful in such a sick way that she felt a chill like Tommy's
flush of discovery.
	"Harder, Tommy. Fuck me as hard as you want," she urged.
	She meant faster, but harder meant faster too. As Tommy moved his
hips with more urgency, she pulled his hand to her breast and held it
there. Tommy followed his urge. The time of discovery was past. There
was a need in him that slapping loudly against his friend's mother was
the only relief. Tommy thrust with all the energy he could muster,
fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking as much as he could.
	He seemed to slip a notch. There was something that told him he
was past a point and on to a new level of sex. His thrusts became the
hard in! again with the slightest drop in speed.
	The wisdom of age had prevailed to bring this added stamina,
however short the extension, to his first experience. Tommy could feel
his balls tug tight, but with time to know it before it was over. If
she was sucking me I could warn her, he thought extraneously as he
fucked her harder.	
	"I'm cumming!" he announced with the next breath and the
announcement was like the breaking of the dam.
	Her hands were on him, urging him to keep thrusting. It felt like
the spurts went on and on. Her legs came up to hold him as he slowed.
	"Push all the way and stay there," she said breathily.
	"Just leave it in me a while, I like the way it feels," she told
him.
	It was going to feel like doing it again pretty soon, Tommy
thought. No way that fucking wasn't the best thing in the whole world,
but it was too hectic to feel the gentler, warm part of having his cock
in a pussy. Oh, it was nasty, his cock felt like it was where it 
shouldn't be, but it was so oddly adventurous to feel that different 
kind of tissue all around him and know all girls had that right up
inside them. And knowing he was right up inside Mrs. Miller made him
shiver with victory and shame at the same time.
	"Pretend fuck," Mrs. Miller instructed, "Don't really move, but
kind of push against me like you were."
	There were squishy things on both sides as he pressed his groin
against her. It was time to discover the outside part of what he had
been overwhelmed discovering the inside. Yes, he was pushing his cock
part against her pussy part. It was like another part. It was the
outside, Tommy fucking Mrs. Miller that he was appreciating now.
	He could see how that was as big a part and maybe, some day, he
might be able to think about that at the same time his cock was being
driven wild by the inside part of going in and out.
	"Keep going," Mrs. Miller urged, "Touch me."
	He didn't need her guidance to run his hands up her torso to the
side-sling piles of breast on her chest. He knew what he wanted and he
knew she liked it too. He was more adventurous. He tested her breasts,
felt how it felt to squeeze them, how they moved under his hands. His
hips had fallen quiet, but Mrs. Miller didn't complain. She could feel
the effect twitching inside her.
	"Oh my god, you stud!" she poured it on to help him fulfill her
prophecy, "I can feel you getting hard again. Are you going to fuck me
some more?"
	Tommy's immediate reaction was to ask if it was okay, but his urge and, later, sense stopped him. Her legs were still wrapped around
him, preventing him doing anything else. Her hands were pulling on him.
It was clear it was what she wanted.
	He hadn't been exactly aware what was going on in her. His cock
popped up all the time and he was used to it. But he moved and found
he had indeed come back to life inside her exciting confines. He was
going to fuck again and this time he was going to think about the
outside and it being Mrs. Miller too.
	"I'm fucking you, Mrs. Miller," he explained unnecessarily.
"You're the first one ever."
	"Yes, Tommy, you're fucking me, and the second time," she said,
thinking he wanted to hear the words.
	He did in a way. It helped him keep his focus on the outside
part for a little while. Perhaps the brevity was fortunate because
Tommy was just remembering Dexter when the marvel of fucking took him
over again. He forgot the bad part of the situation as his cock stole
his attention with its pleasure at drilling into Mrs. Miller.
	It wasn't just good. It was slick and alive and his cock going
in and out made nasty sounds that made him want to fuck more. Tommy
was finding there were many things about fucking and they all were
good. He could even make them change a little by the way he pushed his
cock in and out. It was just as good to hesitate sometimes instead of
just in and out. He could wiggle some.
	"Oh yes, Tommy, you're doing it great!" Mrs. Miller enthused.
	She added a wiggle of her hips when Tommy explored his
discoveries. There were so many different things. Tommy knew he could
never get tired of fucking with so many good things to do.
	But he was going to cum- pretty soon, not right now. Tommy found
it strange to know with such notice. He might learn how to use that,
he thought, but this time he was going to do what he knew.
	It was time. The other stuff was good, but he trusted the hard,
fast in-out. He drove into Mrs. Miller.
	"I can feel I'm going to cum," he announced his discovery, "I'm
going to fuck you now."
	"Fuck me Tommy," she gave her permission, "Fuck me the way you
like. Fuck me deep and cum for me."
	Tommy had the transient impression that Mrs. Miller was enjoying
it too. It was lost in his need to plunge in and out and he didn't go
on to suppose that it might be nice for her. He was busy getting laid
and he'd think about everything, anything else when his primary need
was met deep inside his friend's mother.
	What he'd called a notch, he felt again. Dimly, he knew that the
first one had been when he knew he was going to cum. This one passed
and he knew it was when he came before. There was more every time. He
threw his hands to her breasts, which he had been neglecting, and 
grabbed them as he pounded on into her.
	"Yes, Tommy, fuck! Fuck! Keep going no matter what! Fuck me!"
Mrs. Miller was almost begging.
	Tommy didn't let the strange demand distract him. He let it into
his mind unnoticed as he pounded to a new level of lust. What had been
his balls contracting and spewing, he was feeling in his spine. He
was building to something bigger.
	"Don't stop! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mrs. Miller gasped as Tommy felt
his very hips throw him into her.
	He was exploding- all over. It wasn't just his cock spewing out
the ecstasy of a white stream. He could feel that burst as an endpoint
of a spasm that ran down his spine and jerked his hips into her. It had
taken over. He was along for the ride as his hips hammered into her
and his cock shot out spurt after spurt of cum into her.
	She kept encouraging and Tommy's hips answered as if they were
in her control. The spurts had subsided but it was as if the momentum
of this fuck was still carrying his hips into a relentless in-out and
slapping him against Mrs. Miller.
	"Mmmmmm," Mrs. Miller purred, coiling around him with a sinuous
grip that made his hips stop.
	"That was the best ever!" Tommy said finally. "Does it get better
every time like that?"
	Mrs. Miller smiled at him.
	"It was better for me every time too," she avoided the answer.
	Then the world rushed back at Tommy. He was standing by the table
where he studied with Dexter with his dick in Dexter's mom. Yes, it was
real. Mrs. Miller was all the way naked laying on the table and he had
his dick in her. He'd fucked her. He just gotten laid and it was by
Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Miller whose tits were right there where he could
look at them and whose lady parts were right around his dick.
	"Mrs. Miller!" Tommy let out a belated gasp, "I... Uhh... Why?"
	"Didn't you like it, Tommy?" she asked.
	"Oh jeeze yeah," he said immediately, "But... Uhh... I never
thought you'd... I didn't know you liked me so much."
	"You're a sweet boy, Tommy," she said. "Why don't we get dressed
now and I'll explain it another time."

	It was weird the rest of the night, obviously, but Mrs. Miller
had Tommy doubly confused. She almost wasn't pretending nothing
happened, except when Dexter was looking. She smiled wickedly at him
behind Dex's back and made knowing nods when Dexter couldn't see. Tommy
didn't know how to handle that. He was better just pretending
everything was normal and he was doing a bad enough job of that.
	Dexter had to prod him back on subject several times, but Tommy
didn't think he was suspicious. Even if it was weird, thinking that
Tommy had fucked his mom wasn't likely to be Dexter's first guess about
what was distracting his friend. Maybe wanting to fuck his mom, but
Dex was being too normal for him to have guessed even that.
	At home Tommy began to realize lots of things. He knew he just
got laid, but it only changed things for him personally. He couldn't
tell anyone. Not Dexter and Dexter was the first one he'd tell if it
hadn't been Dexter's mother that fucked him. He couldn't brag, he
couldn't even admit he was a man now.
	That wasn't so awful. He'd just act like nothing happened like he
did with Dexter. On the other hand, this secret he had was the best
ever. He'd put his dick in Mrs. Miller. She'd even sucked it for him.
Even if he couldn't tell, it was the kind of secret that was somehow
better for being between him and Mrs. Miller.
	He didn't have to envy someone that got stinkfinger from
Stephanie or even got laid. He didn't even have to tell because his
secret was that good. Tommy felt he would be secure and calm in the
face of other's exploits with this secret.

	"You know this is one of Dexter's late nights, don't you?" Mrs.
Miller asked when she greeted him at the door.
	"You said you'd explain..." Tommy stumbled. "Some other time."
	"Is that all?" she asked, "You weren't hoping it might happen
again, were you?"
	"I would, but if you just explain that's all right," Tommy said.
	He wasn't sure what he wanted. His feet had carried him to the
Miller's door sort of on their own. He was confused why she had done 
what she had done. He was also very glad. He re-lived the half hour
or so of bliss over and over since then, but he really hadn't been
thinking she might do it again, at least not consciously.
	It was like she talked in his head when he remembered. In his
head she talked like a porn star with a dirty mouth. He didn't think
she was going to really do that, but that was the way she was when he
remembered that afternoon.
	"Come in and we'll see," she said with a twinkle in her eye that
Tommy missed because he was staring at his shoes.
	"You're a good-looking young man," Mrs. Miller started when he
was seated on the couch. "Don't you think a woman could be interested
in you?"
	This wasn't helping. He didn't think he was good-looking. It was
the kind of thing old women said and he didn't know why. None of the
girls in school were impressed with how good-looking he was. It wasn't
telling him why Mrs. Miller had... done what she did.
	"Well I am," she said, seeing his resistance, "I think you're
very nice and you will find out that matters very much to grown-up
women."
	Great. If he had more friends, he could have mothers all over
him. At second thought, that wasn't so bad, but it didn't satisfy
Tommy's original question.
	"But this stuff never happens in real life," Tommy protested. "I
don't know how it happened to me."
	"It does happen in real life because it happened to you. Or are
you asking for a reminder?" Mrs. Miller responded.
	She kept saying that. Like he was here for more. Then it occurred 
to him that she said it that way so he'd say yes. That was some strange
stuff. Tommy wasn't ready to deal with it yet.
	"It was great. I really liked it. It was like a dream, but
after... Then I couldn't figure it out," Tommy said.
	"So why try?" Mrs. Miller asked. "It happened. Can't you leave it
at that?"
	Mrs. Miller had been willing to say she was lonely and needed it
as much as Tommy, but he was being so dull and dogged that she didn't.
He was frustrating her by obstinately refusing to ask to do it again.
	Tommy realized something as he said it. It had been great. He
wondered why he wasn't asking to do it again. All she could do was say
no or laugh or something. He suspected that was why she was talking 
that way. But, so what?
	"Would you do it again?" he asked finally.
	"So that's what you came for," Mrs. Miller was satisfied.
	He came for answers. But Tommy could tell that wasn't what she
wanted to hear. It was more confusing. She might really do it again.
It might not be a set-up. It would leave him even more mystified, but
he knew he wanted to.
	"I didn't think you would, but I'd like to," Tommy said.
	"Then this time I want you to take off all your clothes," she
told him. "You saw me naked. I want to see you naked."
	This had an unfortunately familiar ring. It was reasonable, but
history told him it didn't go well. Still, there was nothing left to
do but leave or do as she said. He got up and undressed.
	"And you wonder why?" she said, "Look at you."
	She was doing that. Tommy sure didn't know what she was seeing.
He was a skinny kid with red, rough knees and his boner poking up like
a white wiener. He didn't have a big, hairy chest or muscles or
anything. It was just him, naked. No one else was impressed.
	He was beginning to get uneasy when Mrs. Miller undressed too.
She did it slower this time and Tommy found himself watching every
bit of her with more attention as a little bit of stomach, a whole lot
of thigh and other skin was revealed.
	"Would you like to do the rest?" she asked when she was in her
bra and panties. "Take them off slowly, like I did."
	He thought it was going to be another torture course like with
Stephanie, which was why he had to settle for tit under bra in the 
first place, but Mrs. Miller turned around when he stepped forward and
let him see what he was doing. It was easy that way.
	She didn't let him pull it right off. She turned back around with
one hand holding the middle in place and brought his hand up to her
breast. He touched it under her bra and the strap slid down. It was
making sense. He peeled the cloth away and stroked her breast and
then reached for the other. It was like peeling fruit slowly to build
your appetite.
	"Kiss me while you pull them down," she said, putting her hand
on his head and easing him to his knees in front of her.
	All right, he thought, slowly. Kiss, kiss, kiss and peel her bit
by bit. There were no confusing thoughts at all. He was intent on the
curve of belly knowing where it led. He was going to get a close look
at a girl's biggest mystery.
	He felt almost dizzy with the perfume that reached his nose even
as he uncovered the first curly hairs of the fur patch he'd observed 
from afar. He'd have said primal if he used that word, but he did know
it was making him feel nervous and excited. He kissed the hair dryly,
hoping for a clearer place to plant his lips.
	"Do you want to kiss it?" she asked when the panties had cleared
her mount.
	She tipped her hips obligingly and Tommy stared into the mouth
of her sex. It was glistening, pink and strongly fragrant. Hesitant,
but feeling obliged Tommy leaned forward and pressed his lips against
it. The sensation made him jerk. It was warmer and softer than he
had guessed. Something in him told him that it wanted to pull him in.
	"Give it a real kiss, Tommy," Mrs. Miller encouraged him, "A deep
kiss. A French kiss."
	Well, he was there. He'd put his dick in it and it wasn't
dangerous. And he kind of had to after what Mrs. Miller had done for
him. It wasn't so bad to press his lips to it now he knew how it felt.
Opening his mouth to stick in his tongue was awkward and he found it
worked better when he turned his head so it fit him more like a mouth.
	"Oh yes, Tommy!" Mrs. Miller was more than encouraging as he let
his tongue push in and explore. "Kiss it like a mouth. Really make out
with it."
	He was barely conscious of pulling her panties out of the way and
sliding his hands up to her rear to hold on. He knew what she wanted.
He knew about really making out. It was strange to have no tongue
touching back, but he shoved his tongue in, curled it around and
flicked it from side to side with all the aggression of the need that
grows in the back seat of a car.
	He was attacking her pussy and she wasn't fighting back. It was
better than making out, Tommy dimly considered. He could feel the urge
building, but he knew it wouldn't be frustrated. Mrs. Miller did it.
All the desire he felt rising would be satisfied right in the same
pussy he was drilling with his tongue.
	"Now where? How?" Mrs. Miller asked, breathing heavily.
	She saw his confused look as she dragged him to his feet and knew
she was asking the wrong person. She wanted him to have it all, but it
was premature to expect him to know what to ask for. She was the
leader. That was part of the thrill.
	"Never mind, I'll show you," she said.
	She pulled him by the hand to the couch and lay back on it. She
opened her legs in invitation. Thankfully, Tommy needed no more
prompting. He climbed over her and then looked down hopelessly as he
tried to figure out how to support himself and reach down to guide 
his cock into her.
	"I'll do it, just push," she said as she took his cock in her
hand and brought it to her slit.
	"You can lay on me," she said after he was inserted, "Hug me. It
will be good like that."
	It was better than good, it was his highest aspiration. He could
feel her breasts crushed against his chest and her skin all warm along
his right to where her pussy hugged him back wetly. He couldn't forget
the warm slippery folds wrapped around his cock, but he was still
aware of Mrs. Miller so soft and sexy under him.
	It was like he had dreamed. He was fucking and was feeling the
inside and the out all at the same time. It was all good and if he felt
less gripped by his need to thrust and cum, it meant he was going to
have the good feelings longer.
	Slowing Tommy down had been at the heart of Mrs. Miller's
suggestion. Inspired by his unreserved tongue thrusting, she had at
first lost her head. She felt like a teen in urgent need of cock, but
she calmed in the realization that most of the charm of seducing Tommy
was in guiding him.
	She chose the missionary position partly to introduce the basics,
but as Tommy had loomed over her like an athlete doing push-ups, she
had realized she could pull him into her grasp and in some way guide
him to a less frenzied coupling. Her legs folded over his as he pushed
into her to further shape his exertions into a snake-like grinding
rather than rapid fire thrusting.
	It was ALL Mrs. Miller, Tommy had an inspiration. She was holding
him, touching him, squeezing him. She was everywhere against his skin
making the surge of his cock just another part of their connection.
It was still the main part, but it was a part of the grand feelings
like her pussy was a part of her.
	It wasn't a struggle that inspired coherent observations. It was 
enough that Tommy felt filled with the feeling of their bodies striving
for each other's pleasure in pursuit of their own. It was a grand
concept, however it came to him.
	"Now Tommy! Fuck me! Fuck me good!" she called urgently.
	He heard the urgency and didn't question if he'd been fucking
bad. She loosened her grip on his shoulders to give him leverage and
her legs began to pull with him rather than impede. She wasn't cresting
with passion, but she was at the next best point. His youthful
exertions and lack of stamina weren't going to be enough. But she was
feeling her transgression and it would provide a climax of a sort.
	"Ohhh, Mrs. Miller," Tommy joined her gasping, "This is so good. It's so good!"
	He could say it was his whole body lifting him to ecstasy, but 
mostly it was his dick. This varied slightly and interestingly from it
being his balls. It wasn't the drive to pump, to squirt, and thus the
need to stimulate his cock. 
	He was cock-centric at the moment, and the urge was all in the
head of his cock to find what limit he could in the clasp of Mrs.
Miller's pussy. His goal was still the stream of cum, but it seemed
this time it would be summoned from the head of his cock rather than
pushed up from the rear.
	It was good. It also felt like he had done something to Mrs.
Miller. He didn't have a clue about making her cum or anything like
that. It was the shift between active and passive. He felt like she had
made him cum the last time. This time he had the sense that he'd had
something to do with it as well.
	"Should I leave it in you?" Tommy asked.
	"Yes, Tommy, always leave it in me for a while," she said. "But
we might not wait for it to come up again this time."
	It had been pleasant for her. She had a feeling, perhaps
predatory, when he had been humping furiously. It pleased her to see 
him so excited to fuck her. And there was that evil part about drawing
the youth out of the boy.
	She wasn't going to hope for a miracle this time. He might bring
her close, oh so close, if she let his cock stiffen inside her and he
fucked her again, but odds were she wouldn't cum. Anyway, she hadn't
sucked his dick yet and that fed her evil lust too.
	Of course there were lots of games to play. She might quite like
his consternation and inevitable acquiescence to her lead, but there 
was also later for that. It might be better to save the advance course
for another time.
	"Oh, I forgot to ask," she said, because she knew the answer, "Are you going to stay for more?"
	"If you don't mind," Tommy said looking at her with love in his eyes, "This is better than anything, ever."
	"Then would you like me to kiss it?" she asked, knowing that
answer too.
	It was as debauched as anything she could think of. It struck her
more fully with Tommy peeled white and naked. There was nothing in
Rome, Greece or Babylon that was more deliciously perverse than her
seduction of this boy. And he looked on her with such reverent awe as
she rent the taboos.
	She made him stand up to better look on his smooth young body and
crouched subserviently at his feet to feel more like a slut. She didn't
want him to clean his cock. She wanted his cock to be covered in the
cum and juices of their illicit coupling. She wanted it to be all as
wrong as it could be.
	Tommy sensed something in her demeanor but lacked the
sophistication to identify it. To him it seemed Mrs. Miller was acting like the foul-mouthed porn star in his head when he remembered the
first time. He thought it was his fault and all in his mind.
	But such matters couldn't find room in his head when her mouth
closed on his cock. It was all all the way in her mouth. She had her
lips pressed around the base and her tongue tickled his cock. Tommy 
didn't know how to act.
	There was something so much better than his favorite word good
about the feeling. His dick, all his dick, his whole dick, was in her
mouth and that was like the knowing the inside and the outside when
you fucked. His dick was very happy, but there was something else,
a feeling of filling her up, owning her that made a warm feeling in
his chest. He would say he felt almost in charge, but he still knew
he wasn't.
	She sucked him like he was hard, pretending that her lips weren't
pulling him out like a robin with a worm and then sucking him back in
like spaghetti when she moved back down. It felt like she was sucking
the blood back into her cock. He couldn't stand still when she took 
his cock in her hand and applied herself to the head.
	There were teasing licks outside her mouth that were more like
mauling pressure when her lips closed behind the head. She sucked hard,
almost painfully hard on the head and then pulled off with a loud pop
that made him want the sucking again.
	Tommy was amazed. He knew the sex thing was a mystery but he had 
not dreamed there were so many secret things that people could do to
each other. The stories he had heard were like the first time, mouth
on cock, move up and down. He didn't think anyone else he knew guessed
there were such variations. He began to understand it didn't matter why
Mrs. Miller wanted to do these things. It was more than he had a right to ask that she wanted to. He should be grateful and shut up.
	Mrs. Miller barely got to licking his balls before Tommy was
hard, erect and dangerously vibrating. He might have done a good job
restraining himself the first time, but she didn't trust his control.
A boy's stamina extended to any number of hair-trigger explosions and
she didn't want to put her faith in the fact he'd cum once already.
	"Is there anything that you've heard of or anything that you'd
like to try?" Mrs. Miller gave him an option.
	His lore was mostly facts. Jenny gave hand-jobs. Steve fingered
Heather in the gym. Lisa gave Chuck blow-jobs until he came in her mouth. There wasn't a lot of technique discussed. And porn, well he
was usually just jerking off to the fact they were doing it without
much reference to how.
	"I know a couple of positions," Tommy said weakly.
	He was so innocent, so tasty. She could see he felt cornered by
her suggestion he choose. He was such a blank slate. She could have
her way with him in so many senses.
	"Then maybe we could do it one of my favorites, with me on my
knees and you behind me," she suggested because she didn't want to
exert herself by being on top.
	Tommy saw that all the time, at least it seemed it was in every
scene on the DVD he snagged. They called it doggy sometimes. He didn't
care. It was all fucking to him- at least until Mrs. Miller showed him
more of the secrets he didn't know.
	It was a perfect couch position since there was plenty of padding
and she could support herself on her forearms without being bent too
far over. It would be more comfortable to give Tommy the inevitable
guidance and encouragement in that position. She settled over the arm
of the couch and wiggled her ass invitingly.
	It was almost too much. His growing familiarity with female
anatomy let Tommy see the whole picture rather than narrow his focus
to the slit peach protruding back between Mrs. Miller's thighs. He saw
a mature woman's ass with the unavoidable awareness that it was his
friend's mother.
	But almost wasn't good enough to stop him. Maybe he was a rat,
but it wasn't like he was forcing her. He wanted to fuck her too much
to worry about it now. He got behind her quickly with the thought that
putting his cock in her would drive away his doubts.
	"Oh Mrs. Miller, this is so good," he moaned to drive off the
guilt as he entered her .
	It worked in one way. His awareness he was fucking his friend's
mother was undimmed, but he no longer worried about right and wrong.
He was taken by an awe like that he felt the first time she opened her
legs in invitation.
	From his vantage point above her he could look down and see
exactly what he was doing. He was fucking! He was fucking Mrs. Miller!
He was fucking a real grown up adult lady because she wanted him to.
	It was another step in what he called the inside and the outside
but Tommy was too wrapped up in the revelation to catalogue it. He had
been too confused and nervous to feel it before. She scared him. Now
he was feeling the magnitude of his good fortune at the same time he
was feeling his dick squish in and out of hot pussy.
	Sex was a major thing, but he'd done it what? three times now?
Not that it would ever not be the best thing in the world, but it was
the best thing in the world with the best partner ever. No one, surely,
could be more exciting than Mrs. Miller.
	Fucking Mrs. Miller. I'm fucking Mrs. Miller. It was a litany
with every thrust into her upturned backside. It made him want to fuck
her more, fuck her faster. It made him want to fuck her forever without
ever stopping.
	For all the eagerness and growing aggression he felt, Tommy was
surprising Mrs. Miller with his restraint. What felt like abandon to
Tommy was determined yet measured thrusts. It almost felt like control.
	"That's it, fuck me just like that," she encouraged. "Keep doing
it. It's so good."
	She didn't dare hope for a miracle. She contented herself with
the thought that Tommy might make her cum with less practice than she
thought. She let the driving cock excite her and her happiness that she
had dared seduce the boy warm her.
	Tommy wasn't keeping track. His 'notches' were a subtle feeling
and lost in the greater concept of fucking Mrs. Miller. He just knew
the feeling filled him and had no sense of growing passion. He thrust
his cock into the wet heaven under Mrs. Miller's ass and let that
feeling take him.
	It came as a surprise when his climax jerked him against her 
rear particularly hard and he responded with the short, deep thrusts
automatically. He hadn't even felt it coming, but he was sure aware
of cumming. 
	For those moments Mrs. Miller was gone and everything was his
cock in the warm dark, jerking and thrusting as the white stuff shot
out of the end. It was squishy wet rubbing as he humped furiously but
with less motion than it seemed and was wracked by the spasms.
	Mrs. Miller blinked back in right away, before he could follow 
his natural impulse to pull his dick out of her. He stopped the retreat
and pressed against her ample rear to keep his dick in her the way
she liked.
	"It does keep getting better every time," he told her.
	Too out of breath to answer immediately, Mrs. Miller substituted
a gentle sway of her hips. Despite her resolve, Tommy's energetic cock
had teased her with climax. She wasn't sure if she had given in to hope
or if she had no choice. It was clear that an orgasm with Tommy was
not very far away.
	"But how many more times can we do this?" she teased them both
with the threat of ending it, "I should have never started it. It's
wrong, you know."
	"It's not wrong," Tommy protested, knowing it was a lie, "It's
been so great. You don't know how much it means to me."
	It wasn't quite the thrill of devilry she hoped, but she found
another motherly thrill in Tommy's protestations of devotion. The 
thought of ending it tweaked her own protest as much as Tommy's. But
neither of them would feel so on edge without fearing every time could
be the last.
	"We'll have to talk about that later," she said with another
excuse for Tommy to visit, "Dexter will be home soon and we should be
dressed at least."

	Tommy was understanding talk about it later. It meant maybe,
probably, Mrs. Miller would let him fuck her again. After consideration
he had worked out that she had been willing when he showed up for
answers.
	He still didn't have answers, but he found he didn't need them
if Mrs. Miller was going to keep letting him fuck her. Why she wanted
to wasn't important as long as she did. Fucking her was better than
anything. If he could do that, he didn't care why.
	It wasn't hard keeping it from Dexter. Tommy found he had no
impulse to tell his friend he was fucking his mother. It was like two
different worlds anyway. There was the normal world where he was a
boy and Dexter was his friend that he lived in most of the time and
the world where he and Mrs. Miller were naked and fucked.
	It was still so unreal that it didn't affect Tommy. It was like
a dream he had and easy to keep to himself. Except when he went over
to Dex's to study. Then there were little reminders- like the table
where he'd had sex for the first time- that popped up and threatened
to remind him the dream was real.
	Mrs. Miller didn't help either, although she didn't do it too
much. But from time to time, with an evil smile, she might do something
behind Dexter's back that made Tommy gulp, like squeeze her tit or
reach down to rub her pussy so he could see.
	The only real change was Tommy wishing Dex would join more clubs
or go out for a sport. He wanted more time to visit Dexter's house
when Dexter wasn't at home.
	"All right Tommy," Mrs. Miller said when she found him at the
door, "I've decided I can't stop even if it's wrong. Come in quick and
go upstairs."
	Tommy was confused but hustled past her and to the stairs. He had
several, he thought, good reasons that their passion should continue 
and was thrown off by her bypassing his carefully rehearsed dialogue.
Finding his foot on the bottom stair replaced that feeling with a sense
of passing another barrier.
	Mrs. Miller watched him scamper up the stairs as she closed the
door. It was to be, she hoped, the big night for them. Tommy had taken
to sex with less trepidation and more eager willingness than she had
guessed. He might be ready for the next step.
	"The room on the right," she called as she followed Tommy up the
stairs. "Get undressed."
	It was THE bedroom. There were a man's pants over a chair,
bottles, jars and tubes of his and hers products on the dresser and the
bed right in the middle. He was going to fuck Mrs. Miller right on the
bed where she slept with Dexter's dad. It was suddenly a broader issue
than fucking Dexter's mom.
	Tommy was still taking in the implications when Mrs. Miller came
in and started stripping.
	"Come on, hurry up," she urged, "I want us to take our time this
time."
	It was a larger world than simply learning to appreciate having
sex with Mrs. Miller and not be lost in the feel of cunt around his
cock. There were other things outside him and Mrs. Miller that fucking
her affected. It was a big concept, but Tommy's hard-on pushed it
aside.
	He'd fucked her hadn't he? It wasn't different now except they'd
have more room on the bed. And didn't her words smack of something even
more interesting than the last completely interesting encounters?
	Tommy tried to make up for lost time but he couldn't catch up.
Mrs. Miller had omitted underwear in anticipation of his visit and she
was naked almost as he began on the buttons of his shirt. She waited a
moment, until he had shed the shirt, and then glided out sprawl across
the covers.
	She turned to watch him, finger at the corner of her mouth, the
other hand behind her head, presenting pendulous mother breasts with
their nipples still small circles in the broader beige pad of areola.
Her left leg straight, the right bent at the knee, Tommy could see her
labia among the stray wisps of pubic hair looking like they were
pouting lips pressed together.
	Appreciating his gaze as he paused to tug off his sneakers to
free his pants, Mrs. Miller let her right leg loll to the side. The
pout was replaced with a slight gap, as if in anticipation or desire.
	Finally free of his clothes, Tommy approached her carefully, led
by his erection. She removed his confusion where to go by patting the
covers at her side. Tommy climbed in bed next to her.
	If this boy, this victim of her perverted seduction, was to be
her lover, he would have to understand. She offered no instruction, 
only placed his hand on her breast to turn him to her. He kneaded the
breast gently.
	She had wonderful breasts. It was arousing to touch them, but
they were more than that. It wasn't a quick fix to a hot thrust and 
then fucking. It was pleasing to feel the way her body responded, the
way her nipples filled and darkened with the passion. He saw her lips
part and divined why she wanted more time.
	He leaned in to kiss her. He moved his leg between hers and felt
his hard-on slide along her thigh. She wanted the whole thing. She 
wanted to make love, he thought as their tongues collided and sparred.
He hoped he was up to it.
	"Yes Tommy, you do understand," she said breathily in a break
from their kiss.
	He kissed her briefly again and then moved down to suckle the
nipple he had aroused. She sighed encouragingly as he buffeted the
erect bud with his tongue. The other was already as erect as its twin
when his mouth found it.
	"Go on," she breathed with a slight downward pressure.
	Trying to pretend an air he did not possess, Tommy attempted to
make his slide down her body a smooth progression, but was defeated
by his need to reposition in a jerky series that left him kissing her belly and then a jump to cradling his face in her crotch.
	He knew what she wanted. It was easier this time to push his
tongue into her without adjusting. He knew what she wanted to feel and
didn't need to make himself understand. Her knees came up to give him
better access and her breathing was heavy.
	"Around the outside too," she said almost pleadingly, "Use your
tongue all over."
	Her hips moved. Tommy smashed his face to the wet slit and pushed
his tongue as deep as he could. He moved it like a kiss and her hips
seemed to keep time.
	"Lick up. Lick up and down and the top," she was gasping in
between fevered pants.
	Tommy needed no more instruction when he complied. Her violent
reactions and moans prompted him to bedevil the hood and the shining 
pearl within with his tongue.
	"Now Tommy, now! Put it in me!" she sounded desperate.
	He slid right up and slid right in. He was pleased to the point 
of pride by how well he managed. He was going to fuck now but he found
his option taken from him. Mrs. Miller was no longer the gently
prodding orifice for him to fuck. Her hips were active and he found
himself moving to stay in place rather than being the active role.
	There was something else as well. It was hotter inside her and
felt more alive. He was not rubbing against slippery encasing tissue,
it was churning and rubbing back as their meshing movements drove his
cock in and out.
	"Now Tommy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she called out as if asking for
aid.
	He had barely processed the retort in his mind that he was doing
his best, but that she was making it difficult to keep up when her hips
stilled to a random jerk up or down.
	It seemed like an emergency. There was the desperation of her
bidding and now the almost seizure-like trembling of her body. And her
remedy was for him to fuck her. Tommy threw himself into thrusting
with the energy of saving her.
	Oh yes! What went on before, her mauling him in the crush of her
sex, had been wonderful and exciting and sexy, but this was fucking.
His cock seemed harder, straighter as he drove it into her with the
lunges of his hips. He was the fucker, cock almighty and he could feel
his passion grow in a way that was opposite to the somehow passive
waiting of before.
	"Yes, Tommy, fuck! Fuck! Keep going no matter what! Fuck me!"
she cried out in imminent accomplishment of the silly dream she had
the first time she urged Tommy with those words.
	He looked in her eyes and was chilled by the things he saw there.
Yet it was also a challenge and a devious need to stab his cock into
her to overcome her intensity and, yes, to increase the pain he saw
pinching the corners of her eyes.
	It was nearly beyond his control anyway. His cock drove into her
and he slapped on the opened groin with the need boiling in him. His
cock wanted release and he was its agent as he took her deep and rapidly. He was cumming and it was going to again be better than ever.
	"Don't stop! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she implored as he slammed into
her and hesitated with the first surge of climax.
	He responded like a robot, since he was already only along for
the ride. His hips responded to her urging and overrode his instinct to
push deep and squirm as spurts of cum jetted into her. He fucked,
feeling almost more than he could stand as his exploding cock was
dragged in and out with a stimulation almost too much to bear.
	"Oh God, Tommy, Oh God!" Mrs. Miller exploded.
	He was clasped in an imprisoning grip of his body, of his cock as
Mrs. Miller pulled him to her and her legs wrapped around his. He had
the solace of being jammed deep within her, trapped deep within her
but not in the solitary sense of spattering her with sperm while
deeply encased. She still writhed, they writhed locked together, and
his cock was not left to sputter its remnants. He could feel it
contract. Her cunt was demanding more from the well that was dry.
	She was so hot against him. He noticed that before noticing that
his cock was still feeling a gentler but still novel massage where it
drooped inside her.
	"Keep it in, okay?" she asked between long breaths.
	Her arms and legs had relaxed but he still lay heavily on her and
her legs still held him in place. He pushed harder with his hips. This
time it was a challenge to appease her. Whatever she had done to him,
whatever her cunt had done to him, had left him limp and remaining 
inside her was a challenge, particularly since it felt like her insides
were trying to eject him like a deep breath.
	"What did we do?" Tommy asked after a space.
	His cock had fallen out of her despite his effort and he had
rolled off to lay bedside her. He was looking at the ceiling trying to 
categorize the differences between this time and all others.
	"We made love, Tommy," she said, and added before he could snort
at the obvious, "It wasn't just fucking this time. We did the real
thing from start to finish, not just the dirty part."
	"Is that why you..." Tommy began his question unsure what it was,
"Did those things at the end?"
	She laughed. Tommy couldn't be mad after what they'd done, but it
still made him frown.
	"What things?" she prompted his ignorance.
	"Well..." Tommy thought back, "Grabbed me and then, you know,
did that stuff with your, you know, down there."
	"You mean kind of went crazy?" she asked.
	He nodded, not wanting to commit himself to further explanation
of things he didn't understand.
	"That was because it gets better for me every time too. And this
was the best," she said.
	That was a mixed blessing to Tommy. Clearly there was a big
difference between good before and better this time. That he had been
a part, even the cause of her actions was great, but it cast a question
about all the other times.
	"And it wasn't so good before?" he asked hesitantly.
	She laughed again, but quickly got control and shook a finger in
his face.
	"Now don't you get like all the other men," she scolded. "You 
guys never understand that it can be good even when its okay. I enjoyed
every time with you, Tommy. And it's not your fault that you weren't
the expert lover the first time. No one is. But it was fun and I 
enjoyed it. You did, didn't you?"
	That was an easy question. Tommy nodded definitively. It brought
up another question.
	"Then why all of a sudden was it so good?" he asked. "Was it 
being in bed?"
	Mrs. Miller threatened to laugh again, but it was no laughing
matter. What Tommy was asking was almost too private to share even 
with the one that was there. And then there'd be more questions.
	"It wasn't the bed or we'd have started in bed," she said,
warming up to her reveal. "The difference was that this time I came."
	"You mean like when the stuff shoots out of my dick?" Tommy
needed a definition of terms.
	"Yes, but for a woman it's different," she explained. "That's 
where men get confused. If they don't cum, it isn't finished. Its like
interrupted and that's bad. For a woman it's still pleasurable but
without the big bang."
	"And you did it this time? The bang thing?" Tommy was
wonderstruck.
	"You made me, helped me do it," she revised. "And it's more fun 
when you do it together, don't you agree?"
	Tommy wasn't sure if she meant have the bang together or better
than whacking off, but both were true and he agreed.
	"Then I want to do that for you every time," Tommy proclaimed.
	He was sweet. And it wasn't like she couldn't use his intention
to make it better, but she didn't need him to feel the pressure.
	"So do I, Tommy, but don't be so serious about it," she said, "It
isn't a disaster if you don't. And trying too hard makes it harder to
do. We should just concentrate on making each other feel as good as
we can and it will happen, at least more often than not."
	Despite her words, Tommy was determined to prove he could make
her have that bang every time. He'd figure it out someway. He'd ask
her what to do if he had to. And then he had another take on her
words.
	"Then we don't have to stop," he pounced. "You said it will 
happen and that means we can keep doing it."
	"You are a tricky boy," she said, tutting, "But just because I
said it that way doesn't mean anything. Saying something doesn't make
it work out. Okay, I think we can still meet if we're careful, but
that can change. And you can't get upset or crazy if we have to stop
seeing each other. That's part of a relationship like ours."
	Tommy wasn't listening. He stopped at 'we can still meet'. The
other stuff was grown-up don't count on anything and be careful that
he didn't need to hear. He knew he couldn't count on grown-ups for
the important stuff, only the boring stuff.
	He only wanted the hope anyway. Thinking he could have sex with 
Mrs. Miller was enough to sustain him. He would worry about losing 
that when he lost it.

	As usual, things of import only occurred to Tommy later. They 
popped up as revelations as the most unlikely times. He was considering
the knotty problem of the Spring dance when one hit him. Here he was
tip-toeing around the issues of teen angst and sexuality that didn't
apply to him.  
	He was indeed the sex-meister, the bringer of orgasm to women.
That it was a sacred secret known only to himself and his lover didn't
change the facts. He could boldly ask whomever he wished and dazzle
her with his calm and knowing when they reached that awkward point
of the requisite sex act.
	Without conceit, at least not much, he felt sure he ranked with
the best lovers in school. His experience, certainly in quality and
probably in actual quantity was as good as anyone's. 
	But then he was struck by the betrayal. Not that Mrs. Miller had
any right to limit him, nor, he recalled, had she suggested it, but 
that revealing his knowledge would bring questions as to how he 
acquired it. Besides, it was betrayal of himself in trading his 
exclusive experience with a mature, sexually secure woman for some
romp with a half-formed girl.
	It might not last. He heard those words now that they were a 
brick to smash his self-satisfied reflection in the mirror. He could
wait and deal when it happened or he could prepare. It seemed silly
that happy old Tommy would be dealing with such real issues, but then,
he realized, he was hardly happy old Tommy anymore. At least not on
the inside where he lived with his secrets.
	Complicating the issues even more was Mrs. Miller's growing
dependence on the boy. This was not her intent. He was to be a thrill
to rouse her from the doldrums. She did not think she could, or would
want to hold a boy's attention for so long. 
	But beyond being the eager lover she knew he would be, Tommy had
progressed to being a bright spot in an increasingly gray life. He
was the thrill to chase the doldrums, but she feared there was nothing
but a return to the doldrums when she let him go- or lost him.
	Her intention had been to seduce him, educate him, possibly throw
him one last fuck and then shut the door. So sorry, so long, it's been
fun, hasn't it. But now she was looking on Tommy as an actual lover
and not some diversion. She felt the danger and decried her weakness,
but she was finding it ever harder to think of the end of the pleasure
of her regular trysts.
	And most recently she had made it nearly impossible to 
contemplate the end. Knowing the danger and ignoring it for the gain,
she had assured Tommy would be a lover she could not forego.
	It was simple and obvious although she had never anticipated the
need. Tommy was supposed to be long gone before the opportunity
presented itself. Worst of all, she knew it would work and the result
on her fragile resolve. Still, she lay the boy down and explained about
mutual pleasure.
	His eager tonguing was a bonus she had not considered in her
war with herself. It made it at once more wrong and more right. Still,
her objective was to suck out that first treacherous ejaculation and 
then let Tommy revive in her arms. It was more wonderful and more
terrible than she guessed.
	Beginning with his devotion to her pleasure as she sucked the 
venom from his fang, his unhurried examination and worship of her body
as his cock revived left her helpless to consider him as a boy she was
seducing. He may have been once, but now he was a lover and she could
not feel him touch her without feeling affection, or love.
	Of course her plan was successful. Had Tommy the restraint to
nuzzle, fondle, kiss and touch her as he did, his control of his first
orgasm would have brought her to climax. With that head start, she
found herself peaking while he thrust and straining toward a second
when he drove deep with the short, urgent strokes that announced his
own climax.
	Her only pure comfort was in the man she had made. Neither her
fawning desire nor her disgusted contempt could fault the lover she
had made of Tommy. That was the triumph in her sad tale. If she had
doomed and damaged herself, at least Tommy was better for it.

	"Do you think I should go to the Spring dance?" Tommy opened his
fears and confusion to her.
	"Why are you asking me?" she inquired.
	They both felt the tension. Tommy feared she would think him 
silly or ungrateful. Mrs. Miller feared he was asking for it to end.
There was a strange electricity where there was usually drowsy cuddling
between the blow-job and the fuck.
	"Because you're smart and know these things," Tommy started on
safe ground, "And because I don't want to make you feel bad."
	She prompted him for more with a look.
	"Everybody does it, does something, after the dance," Tommy drew
a deep breath and explained. "It's expected. You have to get at least
a blow-job or it's like a put-down. A hand job is like only wanting to
be friends."
	"So you're asking if I mind that you have sex with someone else?"
she asked.
	"Yeah, kinda," Tommy hedged. "And if I should let that part of
me out there because, you know, nobody will expect me to know what I'm
doing."
	"Afraid someone will suspect some older woman has been giving 
lessons?" she asked with amusement blunting her fear.
	"Well, yeah," Tommy said, unsure what her amusement meant, "And
that's secret. I don't even think about it around other people."
	She was touched by the ferocity of his claim. It made giving him
her permission harder. But she wasn't yet that lost in her own needs
to try and cage him.
	"Maybe they'll think it was secret girls more your age," she said
gently, "No one has to know and you don't have to tell. You'll find
you get more respect not telling, especially with girls."
	"Then I should?" Tommy was anxious, "And you don't mind?"
	"I can't mind, Tommy," she said sadly, "What we do is wrong.
Being with you this way is wrong. Trying to hold you from doing
something right is even more wrong. I want you even if it is wrong. I
look forward to being with you even if it is wrong. But I'm not going
to say you should stay away from the right people because I want to
keep you in this... wrong relationship."
	"But it won't be over if I go to the dance, will it?" Tommy was
frightened.
	Mrs. Miller looked at him for a long time before answering. He
was too young to know that whatever she said didn't count. He was too
naieve to feel the need that would let him return. It was her chance to
attempt to stop it. But if she owed him anything, it was honesty.
	"No Tommy, maybe it should, but I like you too much. I like what
you do to me, how you make me feel too much," she said. "It will have
to end someday, but I think we will both know when it's time."
	Tommy was extra super careful to be a good lover after that. It
swelled his head to think that Mrs. Miller felt that way about him. He
thought how great she was to him as he fucked her. He looked in her
eyes and reminded himself what he owed her when he felt the urge to
give up and plunge deep and cum.
	He knew to fuck through the first spasm. He had become familiar
with the rising blush and her hurried breathing. He held his resolve
to the probing strokes that fed her arousal despite the feeling he
would explode. And on the first tremor on his cock he drove in to
release the flood he'd held back and found that sex could always get
better even when you thought it was the best it could be.
	He spurted. She clenched. The rippling of her internals stroked
his plunging cock in ways that were new and explosive when his cock
was swollen and jerking in its own delivery of passion. It was the way
it was supposed to be, he knew dimly. She urged his cum from his cock
and it delivered. Both genitalia strived and were rewarded with what
they sought. And for a moment, an existential eternity of a moment, he
was clamped tight deep inside her, merged inextricably together.
	He had never felt her grip so tight. He pressed tight to her and
let their organs have their love affair on their own.
	"No girl I know can do that," he said dismissively after recovering.
	She was warmed by the compliment but it was as nothing compared 
to the violence of the orgasm he had induced. He thighs still trembled
with the force.
	"Every girl you know can do that if you fuck her like you fucked
me," she said. "It's all in caring about her. If you try to make them,
any girl can cum like that. It just takes someone who knows how."

	Tommy felt, strangely, like Mrs. Miller was perched on his
shoulder as he approached Stephanie Morgan. They were, after all,
childhood sweethearts even if childhood was only a couple of years
away. He could think of no one better to have beside him at this
rite of passage.
	He had honed his opening line from: are you going to the dance,
to: has anyone asked you yet, to: if you aren't already going with
someone... It was simpler than that. He didn't want to know who was
taking her if it wasn't him. He only wanted to know one thing.
	"Stephanie, will you go to the Spring dance with me?" he got to 
the point.
	"Why should I?" she was argumentative.
	Okay. He had made her cry when he called her a teasing little 
slut after he heard about Steve fingering her. He was mad she wouldn't
even let him take her bra off and Steve was getting in downstairs.
	He hadn't tried to apologize when he found out Steve made a lot
of stuff up, but he didn't bear her ill will after that. He did see
why she might still carry a grudge.
	"Because I'm not so much of an asshole any more," Tommy said.
"You know I always liked you and I thought you liked me."
	He could see her pause to consider. He might not have advanced
his cause, but he hadn't hurt it.
	"That was when we were kids," she said, also ignoring the short
time between that and the present.
	They had moped in hurt silence, taking to other groups that
rarely collided. But lately it seemed she no longer scowled when she
was forced to look at him. It was short of a smile, but it was
progress.
	"I'm sorry I called you those names. Steve said you did stuff
that was a lie and I'm sorry. I was hurt. But I'm not such an asshole
any more and even if you did stuff I know it's your business and not
mine," he said in one gulp.
	"You were jealous?" came the immediate reply.
	"Insanely," he said with Mrs. Miller's help. "I though you liked
him better. I was mad you'd hurt me that way."
	Something he attributed to Mrs. Miller told him to stop without
making an excuse or pleading his case. Stephanie looked at him hard.
	"And after the dance," she cut to the chase, "You expect me to
do it with you, just like that?"
	"I expect to go to the dance and have fun. I'll be with the girl
I want to be with if you'll come," he said. "I leave after the dance
up to you. No complaints and I promise not to call you names."
	"You were hurt?" she went back to a prior topic as if the after
dance discussion didn't exist.
	"You're the only girl I'd ever done anything with," he said,
"You're still the only girl I've done anything with. It felt like it 
was all a lie and you were playing with me."
	"Well..." she said and stopped, "I guess I'll go to the dance
with you."
	He didn't even need Mrs. Miller, other than the one on his
shoulder, to make sense of it. He wouldn't have admitted anything so
embarrassing as only having made out with one girl before. He would 
have made her force out the apology. As to the other unmanly things
he said, there wasn't a chance.
	Which was the chance he would have had before Mrs. Miller. And as
far as it being Stephanie's choice after the dance... He knew she
didn't believe he wouldn't coax her or try to persuade her, but he
meant what he said. She could walk away.
	But somewhere in his head, perhaps Mrs. Miller again, he knew she
wouldn't. It was there in her weak refusal to go to the dance. She did
miss him. They had both been hurt by a stupid child's misunderstanding
and there was a chance to heal.
	He was confident that she would see a new him at the dance. He'd
be open and honest as she was tempted to forgive him. Then he'd let
her start it and decide where it went. After all, he was uniquely
equipped to stop when she said stop. No one else had Mrs. Miller
waiting to satisfy every urge that came up.

	"Isn't tomorrow the dance?" Mrs. Miller asked.
	"Yeah," Tommy said, "I'm taking Stephanie like I said."
	"Then are you sure you want to get worn out tonight? Don't you
want to have reserves in case Stephanie wants to forgive you more than
once?" Mrs. Miller asked, half seriously.
	It was a bit of a trial for her. Not because her young stud might
get laid after a dance. That comparison could only serve her well. It
was the discussions they had about Stephanie and what had become of
the pair.
	She knew, as Tommy only sensed, that the fires still burned 
between the two. It was obvious for all the reasons Tommy sensed, since
for Tommy to sense it, it had to be obvious indeed. 
	And she knew how he felt about her. Not from professions of 
profound feeling, which she would mistrust, but from the commonplace
things that stuck with him. He liked her not because she was pretty or
because he wanted to fuck her. He just liked her.
	Knowing how she felt, she could not imagine any girl, or woman,
whom he turned that warmth on not melting. He was too dear and sweet 
not to steal a girl's heart.
	"I want to be with you," Tommy said directly, "You know it's not
just sex any more. Even if it is the best sex ever. You've been so 
good to me. You've taught me so many things and not just sex. I
couldn't have gotten Stephanie to go to that dance without you. I just
like to be with you. Talk to you."
	Mrs. Miller had a nasty impulse to make him prove that, but she
knew it would cause him less hardship than her. She craved his body,
his cock. It wasn't all about sex, but she wasn't going to pass up
the sex.
	In the mix of emotions over having him to herself one last time,
for she was sure Stephanie would not resist his charm and afterwards
she would be sharing, she had an idea. It was an idea she couldn't
resist.
	It was full of the nasty thrill that first led her to seduce a 
boy and also held some sentimental solace that she wouldn't be losing
her exclusive link with him. She was going to teach him how to fuck a
woman in the ass!
	"It's just a minor change in plans- a send-off for success with
your young lady," she said cheerily after a sojourn in the bathroom.
	She was clean, slightly lubricated from what remained after the
enema and as open as her two fingers could pry. She had goose bumps
over introducing him to the act and perhaps a bit from concern about
how her long dormant anus would respond after so long.
	He was sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock was beginning
to respond to her naked body. She felt the goose bumps multiply as she
saw his passion for her.
	"I'm not going to suck you- at least not 'till you cum tonight,"
she said as she crawled past him, "I want you to do something else
and then we can make love."
	All that was lacking was a cartoon 'boinnng' over Tommy's dick as
it snapped to attention at her words. Mrs. Miller had never shown him
anything that had been bad. He couldn't imagine what was left to do, but he was sure it would be great.
	When he turned around to climb on the bed with her, she was
laying on her side with her back to him.
	"I want you lie behind me tonight," she said, "You'll see why."
	He cuddled up behind her, his cock going down between her buttocks to slide excitingly across her slit. He bent his thighs to
press on the backs of hers and reached over to fondle her breast.
	"Tonight I want you to put your cock in my asshole and fuck it,"
she said, her voice husky with saying it out loud.
	He didn't stiffen. It was more that he stopped cold when he 
heard her plan.
	"Are you going to like that?" Tommy asked.
	"Almost as much as sucking you off," she said without editing.
"I mean, it's like sex too- and sexy. There are good feelings that
come with it. It just doesn't get me off either."
	Tommy had always thought she was being nice when she sucked his
dick. He had formed that opinion before he had a concept of women 
cumming too. After all, it was the first sex he'd had. He didn't feel
guilty, only more affectionate toward her.
	As to this other... He decided to be guided by her wishes. If
she wanted to rid him of the quick one that way, who was he to protest?
Even if he suspected that he was more than capable of withholding that
first squirt until he had made her cum.
	He formed a warmer opinion when she smeared lube on his two
middle fingers and encouraged him to massage her asshole with them. It
was not only intimate in a new way, she moaned and grunted as he
massaged the muscled ring with a heartiness that convinced him of her
willingness.
	"Push them in," she said with a hint of discomfort, "Make sure
it's slippery up inside."
	Her back arched like an orgasmic spasm, although it might be
interpreted as pain, when he pushed his fingers up her ass. She moved
her ass as he moved his fingers in what felt to Tommy like warming up
for his cock replacing his fingers.
	"Now stick your cock between my legs," she instructed, holding
her top leg high to create space.
	It was the beginning of new, yet familiar sensations when he felt
her grasp his cock and pull him tight against her rear. She proceeded
to stroke his cock with lube-covered hands like some strange sex where
her pussy was displaced and its nature changed to a gripping and 
sliding tunnel. He was panting when she let go.
	"Now put it in," she said bending her rear toward him, "Put it
on the hole and ease it in, slowly."
	The ease had nothing to do with finding her pussy and zipping in.
There was resistance from the start, although not what he might find
elsewhere, if he could know.
	"Ease faster," she urged when he stalled pressing the head of his
cock to her sphincter.
	The resistance didn't stop as he pressed the head of his cock in.
He kept the pressure and was relieved when her response was a release
of breath the sounded of relief.
	"Right to the end, right to the bottom," she huffed as he
pressed, "You can go faster."
	He didn't really want to. It seemed he was forcing hard enough to
get his cock in the narrow opening and it gave him an exquisite
pleasure to feel the grip passing down his cock. He didn't mind the
slow progress but he pushed harder to appease her.
	Then he was tight against her rear. His cock was gloved in a hot
clinging tube and he didn't know what to think.
	"Come up next to me, grab my tit again," she said.
	He had canted back as he pushed into her without noticing. He
moved back to press his chest on her back and reached over to hold her
breast. He didn't remember her ever calling it a 'tit' before.
	"Now work it slow, work it easy, like this," she said, her hips
following her words to rock and grind against him.
	Then it was the mother of fucking. The tight band around the base 
of his cock moved. He felt his cock rummage, a hard thing against soft
things. And he was aware of how deep and how completely he was inside
her.
	Only this wasn't just fucking. He wasn't thrusting into the space
empty and made for him to enter. He was in her ass. His cock was inside
her where it had to strive for access. He was penetrating her body in
a new way, in a place that was not walled off to keep him from her
deepest vitals.
	"Feel how hard you are inside me," it was an intimate whisper
inviting him to share, "And so big, so deep, right up into the center 
of me. You have me. I'm yours because you possess me."
	It was the feeling of her words rather than the text that Tommy
felt. It was beyond him to think of mastering his mentor. He felt,
rather, that she had all of him and was working her will.
	"Now. Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me up my ass,"
she gasped out.
	He was too overwhelmed by the experience to feel the slight 
release of the band about his base. No other thing was as big of an
event to her. He pulled back and thrust in to obey. She let out another
sigh that sounded of relief.
	Now something of her words filled Tommy's cock. He was ravager,
batterer in a way he never felt before. The resistance was still there,
but beyond it felt like unlimited license to enter and fill. He
fucked her feeling that he was driving to a depth unknown and unlimited.
	"Faster, Tommy, fuck it hard!" she encouraged. 
	There was the elusive feeling of cock moving, the stimulation of
nerves, the psychological accepting. It was the frustrating almost
of being fucked in the ass. She wanted him to pound harder. She wanted
the feelings to increase, but mostly, she wanted him to finish.
	"I'm almost there!" Tommy announced.
	"Wait, wait!" she called out.
	She knew almost there. There were hard buckings, uncoordinated
thrusts and a long almost. She reached back to clasp Tommy's cheek to
her and rolled on her stomach. She lay flat and arched her hips up.
	"Now. Go on and finish," she said,
	Slap, slap, slap, slap, it was buttocks meeting his groin that
Tommy felt nearly as much as his cock delving into the hot tight of
her ass. And that was very good. Freed of too much confusion of
sensation, too much striving, he was fucking. Almost went to right 
now in under a minute.
	"I'm cumming!" Tommy announced long after she knew.
	He had driven into her and was jerking pointlessly against her
rear as he cried out. He was still filling her with cum, but it was
hardly the first flooding.
	"That was so weird," Tommy said as he lay stunned beside her.
	"Did you like it?" she asked a bit crossly.
	"It was weird," he said again, "So much stuff going on. It was
like the first time all over again. I'm still not sure what all of it
was."
	More satisfied by the explanation, she turned to him and stroked
her hand over his chest. He giggled and flexed his biceps where her
breast lay on his arm. It was her idea, she thought. If he didn't know
what to say it wasn't his fault. It was new to him.
	That was a pleasing thought that carried over to washing his
cock. He was her little boy toy after all. If he was a stellar student
that made her forget his place, then it was a tribute to her methods
and skill at teaching.
	Her self-satisfaction dissolved again as Tommy, unbidden, snuck
down to nose her clit and tongue her vulva as he revived. That was
without even a hint that he had absorbed her comment about sucking
dick and was paying her back for that most pleasurable favor.
	She hardly even thought of Tommy between the legs of another girl
as he climbed on her and fucked. He was there for her, looking in her
eyes and seeing what she needed. It was hard not to love him when he
was making her cum so hard.

	"So. Blow-job or you want to do it in my ass? As if I have to
ask," Stephanie said coldly.
	"Really, Stephanie, we can just talk or hold hands," Tommy said
earnestly.
	"You don't want a blow-job?" she asked suspiciously.
	"I want everything, but not right now," he said. "I'm not sure
we're ready for that."
	"What? We're just kids and it's too grown up?" she was surly.
	"We. Us. You and I," he said, "There's a lot of stuff that's gone
on since I had my hand under your bra. I don't think we should jump
right into anything before we get up to date."
	"You want a list of everybody I dated and what I did?" she was
not cooling.
	"I don't want it to be a thing that you just do and then that's
it," he said. "I want to be at a place where it means something to
both of us. I want to make up for anything I did to you. I want you
to like me like you did. I still like you that way."
	"Would you lick my pussy if I told you to?" she asked.
	"I'd rather do that than have you blow me and then kiss me off,"
he said.
	"Even if that was all it was?" she showed interest.
	"Of two choices, yes," he said, "But I'd rather you tell me that
it would mean more."
	"How can I trust you?" she asked.
	"Which is why I want to talk and maybe hold hands," he said. "We
don't have to do anything because everyone else is. I'll say you did
if you want me to. I want you to trust me. I want anything we do to be
because we feel it. I don't think you feel it yet."
	"I feel like getting my pussy licked," she said. "Should I take
off my pants?"
	It was tougher without Mrs. Miller on his shoulder, but he wasn't
trying to be smooth or correct. He was leaving it up to his heart.
	"Okay," he surrendered, "But so you know, I think I love you."
	The park bench was too perfect for their purpose. It gave
Stephanie the perfect place for her butt and in an emergency a place
to ground her feet. The blanket protected her dress and the dress
itself provided instant cover should they be interrupted.
	It was almost like it had been planned, except it hadn't. Tommy
sat between her legs and encouraged her to rest her thighs on his
shoulders. As he looked at the downy covered crimson cleft he tried
to imagine how he would be if not for Mrs. Miller.
	The sight would drive him wild. The thought of putting his
mouth in it would make him sick. The best she could hope was that he
screwed up his face and pushed it down there for as little time as he
could manage. He tried to imagine the surprise she was about to have.
	"Oh, that's not it. That's not it at... " Stephanie started
dismissively and trailed off.
	He had kissed her gently on the arrow-shaped apex. His lip came
out to stroke her lips. His tongue slithered into the folds in time
to stop her talking. He kissed harder. He was just starting. He knew
she would be satisfied when he was done.
	His lips grazed hers for a bit before he sent his tongue tip 
slithering deeper. With a secret memory he turned his head to match
her lips to his and kissed her deeply. He brought out a deep sigh
that was nearly a groan.
	Then he licked. Up and up, lapping, picking his time to center
on her clitoris and hood. Then tongue deep again, lip and nose to
press on the electric bud. He could feel her growing arousal first in
the agitation of her thighs on his shoulders and then in the way her
hips thrust to have more of his demonic tongue.
	He silenced his urge to grab her buttocks and part her sex with 
his thumbs by pressing his hands to the underside of the table. He was
to lick her and his tongue was going to be his only tool. Stephanie
was far from silent as his tongue built her passion.
	No words, there were only gasps, sighs and cries in different
registers. She scaled high as his tongue bullied her clit. It dropped
to an animal grunt when he drove his tongue into her.
	A vocalization, an ohhh or ahhh or perhaps a tremolo between the
two wailed out of her as he put vibrating pressure on her clit and
delved and twisted inside her with his tongue. Her buttocks jerked
clear of the table, one, two, three times with more spastic motion
each time. Then she landed with a plop and clamped her thighs tight
to his head.
	"No more," she gasped weakly, "Not right now."
	He didn't say anything when she released his head. He limited 
himself to looking up at her with his face smeared in her juices.
	"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
	And there they were. It was the question he feared, knew would 
be asked. He knew the answer, but it seemed against reason to withhold
anything from the woman he wanted to trust him. But he couldn't tell.
He kept silent.
	"Anyway it was okay," she said when it was evident he wasn't 
going to answer.
	He handed her her panties to replace before she got off the
table. She sat down beside him and looked at him out of the corner of 
her eye.
	"You can blow me off if you want, but I hope you don't," he said.
	She looked surprised when she turned her head.
	"You just did... that, and it's okay if I get up and leave?" she
asked.
	"What would you have done if I asked you to blow me?" he asked
back.
	Her look was kind of pensive, but for the severely pursed lips.
She looked down at her knees.
	"I guess I would have said something snippy and gone off," she
admitted.
	"I don't want that," he said. "I want it to be like it was and
I think we have to get to know each other again for it to be like that."
	"Wipe your face," she told him.
	He found a handkerchief and wiped the evidence from his face.
When he was done, she was staring at him.
	"If you've gone this far for some cheap joke, then fuck you
Tommy Winters," she said angrily, and then she kissed him.
	"You didn't try to feel my tit," she said when the long kiss
had ended, "That's not like it was."
	He laughed. What had seemed so somber and serious before had
popped like a soap bubble. It was like having his Stephanie back.
	"I do better when it's a T-shirt," he countered. "That dress
looks too complicated to navigate."
	It was at least the trying out time of being the same. With no
regret on his part, he walked her home without further intimacy, just
talking like old times.
	"...And what is that about your ass?" he said as they walked up
her street.
	"I'm a good girl," she giggled, "I can't do it the regular way.
Heather told me about it. I can still be a virgin."
	"And how many times have you done it?" he asked, not curious but
sensing there was more than she was saying.
	"Once," she said boldly, "Almost. All right, never. But it's 
what I'm going to do."
	"Okay, okay, not trying to pry," he held up his hands, "It's just
that you offered."
	He thought he had said something bad again. She got a forlorn
look.
	"Maybe I meant it," she said, much less bold, "Maybe I hoped it
would be okay. Maybe I missed you too."
	Tommy wasn't sensitive enough to let her see him cry yet. But his
looked matched her forlorn own. So much missed for so little reason.
	"And maybe it can be," he said with a throb in his voice, "You
know I want that. If you want it too, then what's to stop us?"
	It was a hug of solidarity, of friendship, of resolve, not 
intimacy as they held each other. She might have even felt some wetness
leak from his eye to trickle down her cheek.
	"Next time you have to tell me about once, almost, never," he
said with false bravado to break the mood.
	"If you do what you did again," she leaned in to say quietly in
the direction of his ear, "It might be once, really, and you."

	"It's not unknown," Mrs. Miller sighed, seeing her time coming
to an end. "But it's usually only girls from strict families and old
world customs that resort to it."
	"Well, I don't care," Tommy said. "We don't have to do it if
she doesn't want. It's not about that."
	"But it might be for her," Mrs. Miller reminded at a cost to
herself.
	It was the right thing, the only thing. Even more because of his
ability to please her and be the bright spot in her life. She owed
him happiness for the happiness he had given her.
	Tommy looked at her questioningly.
	"Don't you want to be with her, be close like you are with me?"
she asked.
	"I don't have to," he said firmly, "I can wait. She doesn't have
to do that for me."
	"But that's not the point. Don't you think she has the same
feelings about being with you? Maybe she doesn't want to wait. Maybe
she wants to do that for you. Don't you see? She might want it as much
as you do," she explained.
	Clearly that made sense. It was the elusive answer to why Mrs.
Miller had let him fuck her in the first place. She liked it. She
wanted it. And Stephanie might be the same. He would have never
understood that without Mrs. Miller.
	"I love you, Mrs. Miller," Tommy spoke from his heart, "You're
the best. I owe you so much."
	She didn't think his debt was that deep. He couldn't know how
much joy she received at having his vital youth for her own. But she
was not one to pass up an opportunity, particularly when she dreaded
them fast coming to a close.
	"You could show me what impressed Stephanie so much," she
suggested.
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