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Merci Donnee (MF, FF, MM)
by Saffy8 (mersey@newsguy.com)
 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is mature material intended for 
mature adults. The story contains sexual depictions. Any 
similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. This is a 
work of fiction. Feedback is always welcomed and will always be 
answered. Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>


***

Tom had not been supportive.
"Why take classes at your age? Not to say you're old, but I just 
can't see you in college again. Go to a reading group or 
something, don't spend money on a useless English class."

"Is it the money? I can't spend anything on my own interests?"

Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her husband of 20 years. 
Their one child had gone off to school and there had been plenty 
enough money for her education. Tom's own market plays and the 
income from the brokerage where he worked provided ample income. 
They were set. Lindy had quit teaching high school years ago; they 
didn't need the money anymore, but her independent nature had kept 
Lindy involved in volunteering and neighborhood projects.

"It's silly."

"No sillier than your hobbies. I guess you learn a lot from your 
buddies at the track."

"Fine. Go be a co-ed again!"

Tom thought that Lindy was trying to turn back the clock - what 
next, plastic surgeon bills? Lindy wouldn't look 20 again no 
matter what. She was still attractive, her legs shapely as ever 
but her tits didn't have the firmness that, say, Lana, the new 
broker at the office, had. What a looker!

"...are you listening?"

Tom popped back. "Sure. Take the class."

Lindy knew his mind drifted. He was doing that more and more now. 
He hadn't listened to a word of her explanation of the desire to 
keep learning, that it had nothing to do with trying to be a 
college student again.

*

The first day of class hadn't changed. Friends clustered in groups 
among the seats while everyone but the grinders avoided the front 
rows. A few students looked at her quizzically. Lindy was sure 
some of them thought she was the prof. Others knew she wasn't but 
it was like having their mom in class with them...

It was a standard classroom. Some lecture halls were 
amphitheaters, but not this one - standard desks arranged in rows 
before a large desk, a lectern and a chalkboard. On the far side 
of the room one girl sat alone by the window. Lindy took the desk 
right behind her and sat down. The student in front of her would 
write in her notebook, then pause to look out the window.

What could she be writing? Lindy got out a pen and notepad and 
waited for the teacher. She didn't want to interrupt the girl in 
front of her, and student never turned around to acknowledge her. 
Lindy caught glimpses of her profile - long thin nose, large brown 
eyes, delicate chin and patrician mouth. Her skin tone and profile 
reminded her of a cameo on a 19th-century brooch.

A thirty-something man rushed in and clapped his materials on the 
lectern. He introduced himself (a Dr. Barton) and began taking 
roll, finally reaching "Melinda Davis." Lindy raised her hand. "I 
go by Lindy."

"As in Lucky Lindy?" Dr. Barton smiled and snickers sounded from 
the little cliques. Lindy couldn't help becoming flushed. Dr. 
Barton continued calling names.

The girl in front turned around. "Like those idiots know what 
Lucky Lindy means." Her mouth frowned in disgust. It seemed a 
common expression for her. Before Lindy could answer Dr. Barton 
called out "Amanda Harmon."

The student raised a slender arm and turned to face the teacher. 
After the other names Dr. Barton commenced the first lecture on 
American literature.

"In the 18th-century most literature in the British colonies 
was..."

*

"Shit!" Tom's cock lay squarely between Lana Stewart's breasts. 
She held them together and slid her torso up and down the length 
of his dick, moist from her saliva. Strands of her brunette hair 
caressed the slight paunch of his belly. He stared up at the 
plaster ceiling from his reclined leather chair. His bare ass 
stuck to the leather and his pants and shorts lay crumpled at his 
ankles.

Lana was glad she had worn pants instead of a skirt today. She 
wouldn't want to risk a run in her silk hose even though her knees 
rested on plush carpet. She wanted an office like this as quickly 
as possible, and sucking off this rich bastard would only speed 
the process. When she learned the ropes she'd hang his cheating 
ass out to dry, but then again cheating and trickery helped get 
him where he was today. She took the cock into her mouth and 
sucked, gliding her tongue around the stubby shaft. He was all 
head. She needn't worry about deep throating this guy, but he 
stayed hard with what he had. Lana knew she looked silly with her 
ass under his desk and her bra, blouse and blazer on top of it but 
Davis had a major breast fetish and his prick between her tits 
guaranteed help selling short - she smiled inside at that. She 
wondered if his wife took him like this. Now caress his balls 
and...

*

"It comes fast, doesn't it." Amanda had commented on the approach 
of winter. Outside the leaves had fallen and bare trees creaked in 
the chill winds. Lindy turned her attention to the window.
"Well, it also means a few days out of class for Thanksgiving." 

Lindy knew that meant a visit home from Katrina and whatever 
worthless guy she was currently dating. At least she didn't have 
to cook. Tom had hired that job out for many years now.

"Gives me a lot of time to study."

"You don't go home for the holiday?" Lindy found this incredible.
"No way. I'm basically on my own, spending my inheritance." Amanda 
piled on clothes like it was 20 below outside. She left most of 
them on even in the classroom. Lindy stayed warm and her knitted 
pullover was plenty. Amanda must have a sad life story.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Death stops for everyone." Lindy had learned how Amanda 
adored Dickinson. She even wore white a lot in imitation.

"Come over and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. I'm a townie you 
know." Lindy smiled. Amanda liked her classmate's smile; she 
wished she had her dark complexion and full lips - especially her 
enjoyment of life.

"I'll think about it."

"You think too much already, you've got years ahead of you for all 
those worried looks." Amanda thought of how Melinda was the Susan 
to her Emily. Dr. Barton began lecturing...

*

"Tom, what does it matter that I invited a classmate to 
Thanksgiving dinner?"

Lindy couldn't believe how hard headed he could be.

"It's for family, damn it!"

"Katrina will have a date, won't she?"

"Don't bring Katie into this, one of those dates will be family 
one day."

"She'll have to choose a lot better than what we saw last year."

"Okay, I'll invite someone too."

"Who's complaining? Will it be a bimbo from the office, the track, 
the dive club..."

"That's enough Lindy." Damn that woman's paranoid. What I do takes 
all the sexual pressure off of her. She'd never do to me what I 
get from those girls.

"Sometimes I feel like I've had enough, Tom." Lindy hated feeling 
this way, frumpy in her flannel nightshirt and cotton robe.

"I'm sorry." Tom fumbled for words. They had to stay together for 
Katie.

"Look, invite the student. I'll see if Conley from arbitrage wants 
to come.

He'll need to be near the office so he won't be traveling."

"That's fine. This house is so big and there's so much the 
caterer's bring. We should share something; you'd never know the 
difference in this castle."

"Well, invite her for the weekend then." Anything to pacify her. 
Maybe Lana could slip in...

*

Her pussy was so tight. Rick had slicked up with lubricant but he 
didn't think Katrina could relax enough to make any difference.

"Slowly, Rick, please." Katrina was uncomfortable and she couldn't 
hide it. She liked Rick and she wanted to make love, but her body 
just wouldn't get aroused enough. Almost all of her sexual 
experiences had been this way.

"Oh Katrina." Rick had tried oral sex, foreplay, massage, you name 
it and it wasn't working and he was losing interest and...
"You're getting soft." That finished that. Rick quit and held her. 
Her body was lovely, but they weren't clicking.

"I guess I'm uptight about Thanksgiving." Katrina knew he was 
nervous but she knew Daddy would respect her date this time. Rick 
was 4.0, he already had an investment portfolio and he already was 
making real money. Katrina thought he was handsome, strong with 
the smooth body of a fine marble statue. She kissed him. She had 
her mother's ample lips but struggled with the ample physique she 
inherited from her father. She knew she was...

*

"Soft, too." Amanda pressed the mattress on the bed in one of the 
several guest bedrooms. She had already commented on how the 
room's temperature could be individually adjusted to be warmer.

"Well, we're real proud of the place." Tom eyed her with the 
condescension of a charity hostel owner who had freed another waif 
from the horrors of the streets. Boy, had Lindy drug in a skinny 
one - flat as a board and tiny to boot. She needed a good 
Thanksgiving meal.

"It's nice to have guests," Lindy said. "Katrina and Rick already 
have their rooms and Mr. Conley, what's his first name, Tom?"

"Jeff."

"We've got a room ready for Jeff too."

*

Jeff could not believe he had accepted this offer. He knew Davis 
was banging the shit out of Lana Stewart and now he had to play 
the guest in front of the man's wife and daughter. He also knew 
that Lana was in town and he'd be fucking her if he got the 
chance. This was not going to be comfortable.

Thanksgiving dinner went by with a motley array of conversation. 
Rick, Jeff and Tom talked the markets, Lindy and Amanda talked 
literature, and Katrina felt incredibly left out. Katrina was 
right about Rick - her Dad liked him. She tried to talk to her 
Mom's classmate - now didn't that sound wacked - but Amanda was 
one boring girl. Jeff told her some college stories and at least 
that helped.

After dinner the football games began. Katrina sat by Rick as the 
guys watched the game. Of course Lindy and Amanda headed to the 
house's library.

Night fell.

*

Katrina got hungry and crept to the kitchen. She sure wasn't going 
to try to slip into Rick's room; her parents had put him in the 
bedroom closest to theirs - deliberately. As she went to the 
kitchen she noticed that Daddy must have had work to do - from the 
staircase windows she saw the office at the rear of the house on 
the first floor was lit.

*

Tom had questioned Rick for awhile. Rick was showing him how to 
better employ his stochastic tracking software. Tom was really 
impressed with this young man, he thought his Katie had finally 
found a worthwhile boyfriend. He knew he should work out, it was 
pretty embarrassing to see a guy in shape next to his out of shape 
body. Rick actually liked Katrina's dad. He knew his stuff and 
would make a great mentor. Katrina hadn't seemed to pick up any of 
his business savvy. As Tom listened to Rick he began to think of 
Lana. After Rick went to bed he may be able to arrange a 
rendezvous here in the office...

*

The warm water felt so good after a tense day. Lindy immersed 
herself in the scented water and let the heat and bubbles do their 
work. She didn't have to listen to Tom rattle on about markets - 
Katrina's boyfriend had relieved her of that. He appeared to be a 
decent young man, but he had a lot more in common with Tom. She 
mused about how well he and Katrina would get along in a long-term 
relationship.

*

Jeff loved desserts. He was enjoying yet another slice of pumpkin 
pie when he heard the floor creak.

"Busted!" He said when he saw Katrina emerge from the shadows. 

"Well, I won't be eating alone, as if I need to eat any more," 
Katrina said softly.

"I say enjoy - it's Thanksgiving! You look fine." Jeff wanted to 
take that back as soon as he said it.

"I'm fat." Katrina was downcast. "Look at me. It's embarrassing."
Jeff knew he was no athlete.

"I don't need this either."

"It's different for guys."

Jeff rose. "So you're saying I'm fat?" Katrina was flustered 
thinking of the right thing to say. Jeff pulled up his T-shirt and 
stuck out his gut. As he shook his belly he said, "this is 
practice for the next big holiday." Katrina couldn't help it - she 
started giggling - not very appropriate. Impulsively she lifted 
her pajama top and shimmied over to Jeff. They began rubbing 
bellies and Jeff became excited. Katrina sensed it and pulled her 
top up more. The nascence of her breasts showed and she didn't 
care. Jeff wanted her.

*

Amanda couldn't sleep. She pulled her thick robe over her flannel 
pajamas and slid her feet into her plush slippers. The only 
worthwhile conversationalist at the dinner table was Melinda. She 
had shown her the collection of Emily Dickinson that they had in 
their library. Perhaps some Dickinson to read would help her 
sleep. And she slipped by the master suite she heard a contented 
moan. The door wasn't shut completely and Amanda could see that no 
one was in bed or, for that matter, in the bedroom.

The moan had to be her Susan and it was coming from the bathroom. 
Noiselessly she slipped into the room. If Melinda's boorish 
husband showed up she would say she had to ask a question or use 
some other excuse. There was the peaceful sound of water being 
stirred in the bath. Amanda was breathless with anticipation as 
she considered that her soulmate lay languorously in that tub.

Lindy was about ready to get out and get ready for a good night's 
sleep. She sat up and reached for the plug. There, at the doorway, 
was Amanda. Lindy froze. Neither spoke. Lindy stared into Amanda's 
widening eyes. The student was beginning to breathe more rapidly 
and her lips parted. Forgetting the plug, Lindy stood and stepped 
dripping onto the bathmat. Water ran in rivulets over her 
glistening skin and beaded on her pubic hair. Silently she 
extended her moist arms in invitation and Amanda hesitantly padded 
toward her.

*

"Hey, are you listening?" Tom shook himself from his reverie and 
focused on Rick sitting at the keyboard. Tom had been standing to 
watch Rick as he ran the program, but he had let his thoughts get 
away.

"Sorry, Rick, got a lot on my mind." Rick could see by the 
stiffening in Tom's shorts that his thoughts were carnal. Was it 
him?

"It's okay." Rick grasped the hard dick and massaged it. Tom's 
mind yelled to knock the hand away and order him out of his house 
and away from his Katie, but his libido only knew how good it felt 
and how he wanted to get off.

Rick felt him get harder and began getting a pretty good hard on 
himself. He pulled down the shorts and took the cock into his 
mouth. He sucked as he eased Tom's shorts off of his ass. Tom did 
not care who was doing this; Rick blew him better than Lana. He 
felt the young man's strong hands knead his buttocks as he pressed 
his prick into the sucking orifice.

*

Jeff and Katrina began sucking face, each trying to consume more 
of the other. Tongues were probing and being drawn into the 
other's mouth. Katrina had never felt this utterly turned on. A 
warm, wet feeling enveloped her as Jeff guided her to the kitchen 
table. Her ass bumped it and he lifted her onto the heavy wooden 
planking. He peeled off his T-shirt then his pants and briefs. 
Katrina unbuttoned her pajama top and opened it. He lavished his 
attention on her breasts, the nipples firm and the deep brown 
areola all goose flesh.

As he sucked her she dipped her finger into the pumpkin pie and 
crammed the filling into her mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. It 
tasted so good and this felt so good. Her pajama bottoms and 
panties yielded to his eager hands. The sturdy table did not budge 
as he mounted her. She was all wet and horny and she opened her 
stout thighs wide.

"Fuck me" she whispered huskily. Katrina scooped some pie filling 
and slid it into Jeff's mouth. He jammed into her in one gliding 
motion and pumped rhythmically in her juicy pussy. She slathered 
pumpkin on her breasts.

"Suck it off and fuck me faster!" She slapped his ass and Jeff 
almost came right then. He controlled it and put his mouth on the 
sweet, gooey layer on her breasts, licking and eating it.
Jeff began to speak. "Shut up!" she ordered. She silenced him with 
a slow, deep kiss as he felt his climax building, now 
uncontrollable.

*

Amanda loosened the knot on her robe. Lindy peeled it off and 
undid two buttons on the flannel pajama top. Her fingers probed 
for the nipples of Amanda's petite bosom. Amanda hummed a note of 
pleasure as Lindy caressed the silky smoothness - she knew the 
young woman's nipples just had to be light pink to match her 
complexion.

"You know what I want you to do, don't you Amanda?" Lindy placed 
her hands on her classmate's shoulders and pushed down.

"Melinda, I'm having impure thoughts."

"No, they're not impure."

"Yes, worthy of discipline." Amanda took Lindy by the hand and led 
her to the commode. The autumn chill raised goose bumps on her wet 
skin and her nipples protruded. Amanda had Lindy sit on the 
cushioned lid of the commode. Then the pale student lay face down 
on Lindy's lap. Lindy remembered spanking Katrina when she was 
small. She slipped the pajama bottoms down. Her panties were lacy 
with a delicate pattern. She pulled these down to uncover a smooth 
milky white ass. Suddenly Lindy smacked it. Amanda's squeal was 
one of delight, not discomfort. Another stroke. And another. Soon 
a reddish tint could be discerned even though Lindy could not 
bring herself to spank her hard.

Suddenly Amanda rolled off Lindy's lap and flashed a fiery look. 
Lindy had not seen the sullen young woman so animated.
"Stand up." Lindy rose and Amanda dropped to her knees and began 
tonguing Lindy's lips and clit. Oh the girl has got it... right... 
there. The slurping and sucking noises only added to Lindy's 
excitement. It had been so long since she had had an orgasm that 
the muscles quickly began to draw taut and the glorious feeling 
started to wash across her brain.

*

Rick felt Tom getting ready to come. His ass had the soft feel of 
his daughter's. If he could get Tom to teach him how to make a 
fortune in the stock market then he was set with or without 
Katrina, and if this would accomplish the task then he was 
willing. Tom came and grunted as Rick took it all. After coming 
Tom became worried that Rick might want this in return, but Rick 
pulled up his shorts and told him that he probably needed some 
rest.

Rick knew better than to ask anything then. That would come later. 
He didn't need payment in kind. He left Tom exhausted on his 
office sofa. Rick smiled as he realized he had been given the 
bedroom right next to the master suite. They had nothing to worry 
about between him and Katrina.

*

Jeff's orgasm came in a deep sliding motion. Katrina arched 
backward as she felt him let go. She didn't come but it felt good 
- and she knew that she could coax an orgasm from this willing 
partner. Jeff had fucked a company officer's daughter on his own 
kitchen table. Shit. Katrina giggled.

"It's all right, Jeff, let's get up and no will know about this. 
We'll just go in the living room and act like we've been watching 
TV. After we know the coast is clear we go to our rooms." She was 
glad there was no way Rick would find out; it would destroy him. 
She made up her mind to let him down gently.

*

Lindy doubled over as her abdomen tensed and she came. Amanda 
looked up at her with big brown eyes as she used her tongue to 
tweak all of the pleasure from the spasm. Unconsciously Lindy had 
pressed her lover's face against her pussy; now she released her. 
Wet and panting, Lindy sat back onto the commode as Amanda stood 
up.

*

Tom thought he heard the TV as he left his office. He walked to 
the living room where he found Katrina stretched out on the sofa 
and Jeff in the recliner. They were watching music videos.

"Don't you guys ever sleep?"

"On my way, Tom." Jeff yawned and ambled to his room.

"I'm used to not sleeping - I'm a college student, remember?"

"Fine, Katie. Just shut everything off when you go to bed."
Tom went to the kitchen.

"Katie, what the hell happened to this pie?"

Katrina had already slipped out of the living room and went 
upstairs. Tom heard the shower from her suite turn on. This might 
be a good chance to call Lana...

*

"Maybe you should let out the bath water." Lindy wasn't sure she 
could provide Amanda the release just given her. She hadn't ever 
gone down on a woman. Thankfully it didn't appear that her 
classmate wanted her to. Amanda rebuttoned her pajama top and 
collected her robe from the floor.

"Amanda, I..."

"You don't have to explain." Amanda knew the older woman wouldn't 
eat her.

There was time to get what she really wanted-the spanking was a 
good start. She was bound to come up with new ideas. She didn't 
look back as she made her way to her bedroom.

*

Amanda observed the frosty landscape outside the classroom window. 
Thanksgiving break was over. She heard Melinda sit down in the 
desk behind her. Amanda knew that the lady wondered what she was 
writing in her notebook during the free time before class and at 
break. A bit of a smile touched the corners of her thin-lipped 
mouth. How appalled would Melinda be at the fantasy Amanda had 
woven for her bourgeois little family at Thanksgiving? Dr. Barton 
entered the classroom. Amanda closed her very private notebook on 
the pages where Rick's ass fucking of her older classmate was to 
commence.

"Merci Donnee" by Saffy8 <mersey@newsguy.com>