Lucky at Summer Ch. 03

Molly hopped off the table onto Mike's lap before letting herself slide down to her knees before him. There was no stopping her, not that Mike wanted to. He sat back and let her pleasure him, moving only to lift his hips so she could slide his jeans down.

Abby's second blowjob was even better than her first as she had more time to tease and play with him. In the end, Mike screamed loudly as he pistoned his discharging cock in and out of Abby's milking throat.

Later, as his hostess lay masturbating (although she'd told him she was going for a nap) in her room, Mike walked in the yard behind the house. Amanda was coming out of one of the barns just as he peeked in.

"Hi," he said, a bit startled.

"Hi back," she answered. Amanda apologized for the ribbing she'd given him last time. She could tell by the way he looked at her that Mike was developing a crush on her. She also knew he didn't have a clue that she had the same feeling. Suddenly, she felt as diffident as he.

They began to talk like they expected a platonic relationship. Their banter was classic shy teen, "my fourth summer... first time out west... just graduated... me too... not sure, college I guess... same here."

"I'm staying the weekend," Mike told her.

"With Abby?" Amanda asked.

"I guess so, in her house. I didn't really ask. Where do you stay?"

Amanda led Mike through a stand of fir trees to a tiny cabin about a quarter of a mile away. There were other similar nearby.

"These used to be tourist cabins when Abby ran the dude ranch. Now, only a couple of long timers still visit. I make sure they have everything they need. Do you want to see inside?"

"Sure," Mike answered unaware it was becoming his most used one word sentence.

Inside, Mike saw the two single beds first. In another corner, a six-foot couch, matching chair, and coffee table faced a fireplace. The table contained a stack of what appeared to be Cosmopolitan magazines with bold-faced type alerting readers to important content like, "Seven Sexual Surprises Your Man Merits Most."

Most of the other side was a kitchenette including a table at which more than two would have trouble eating. There were two doors. Mike guessed one led to a bathroom and the other a closet.

"Nice," he said like he was considering a similar living arrangement himself.

"Was I too mean to you the other day? Do you hate me?" Amanda asked sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I thought you were funny. Probably would have been a bit more hilarious if somebody else had been the target, though."

"I'm sorry," she said looking into his eyes. She was flirting on purpose. Guys never let a girl apologize for making fun of them. Too macho to have hurt feelings.

"No, don't say that," Mike said on cue.

"Well, you can tease me if you want. I deserve it. Go ahead, make fun of my eyes. All the guys do."

For the first time Mike realized Amanda had one green eye and one blue one. At that moment, they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

"That's weird," he said. "Weird in a good way, I mean. I can't believe how pretty they are."

"They're not pretty!" said Amanda coming awfully close to over playing her hand. "Am I as pretty as the girls at your school?" If you want a compliment, ask for it, her daddy had once told her.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Mike answered, mostly truthfully. His Aunt Molly was better looking but only by a tad. Of course she was a woman, not a girl.

Mike's stomach growled loudly enough for both to hear.

"Should I make us something to eat?" Amanda asked sarcastically.

"Shit!" exclaimed Mike looking at his watch. "I'd better get back. Abby doesn't know where I am."

Amanda stood with him. "Can you come back later?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," replied Mike honestly.

"After she's asleep?" Amanda offered hopefully.

"I'll try."

"There you are," chirped Abby cheerfully as Mike let himself in the back door [I would add "for the first time that day" but that would be getting ahead of myself now wouldn't it? --Author].

"I made us some dinner," she continued mashing her tits against her teenaged guest. She brought a hand to his crotch, cupping his genitals. "And I see you brought dessert."

Although Abby's slutty behavior brought a quick erection, Mike was still thinking of the beauty in the cabin he just left.

"I was talking to that girl Amanda. She seems very nice."

"Nicest girl ever come to work here. Been here four, five summers now. The tenderfoots just love her. Pretty little thing too, ain't she. Guess I'm not the one to be calling anyone 'little' am I?" Abby chuckled.

After eating, Abby and Mike settled on the sofa with a bottle of merlot. Abby wasn't interested in talking about much unless the topic were sex. There, she wasn't shy. In that way, she more like a man. Sex, for her, was one-dimensional, just something physical.

"How'd you like them two blowjobs I give ya?"

"God they were great! I never felt anything so good."

"You got a real nice cock, Mike. Something that's in short supply around here at the moment. I want you to know you're welcome to come around here anytime."

As she spoke, Abby ran her hands over Mike's body, not unlike she'd do if she were purchasing a horse -- excepting that she wouldn't stroke the animal's genitals.

Mike was teenager hard and his legs were splayed permitting the older woman unfettered access. His eyes are on Abby's massive mammaries and it was all he could do keep himself from lunging for them. He was so new to all this, he had no idea what constituted proper and improper behavior. The last thing he wanted to do was make the wrong move and have everything disappear like it was all some erotic dream.

"Not so much of a titty man, are ya Mike?" Abby asked. She saw him staring and realized it was up to her to get things rolling.

"Excuse me?"

"It's just that most men start grabbing at these before 'Hello,'" Abby said shaking her upper torso setting her boobs to rolling like a couple of bowling balls in a spandex bag on choppy seas.

For those women who subscribe to the big hands equal big penis criteria for date selection, Mike had hands that would attract you from across the room. His middle fingers were easily six inches long. Yet his hands were not match for Abby's breasts. Both could not encircle even one.

Eagerly, Abby pulled her top over her head. Discarded on the floor, even a stranger could see a well-endowed female had worn it.

Mike was delighted. He played with Abby's tits as his aunt had taught him: cupping and lifting; stroking softly; teasing the nipples with his fingertips. As bumps of arousal appeared on the huge areolas, he took the hardening nipple between his thumb and finger. Squeezing lightly, he felt the pulsing blood that made them swell.

As he moved forward, preparing to suckle, Abby placed her fingers over his and pinched down hard. His fingers were forced to tighten, flattening the nipples. With her fingers clamping his to her teats like a pair of vice grips, she pulled his hands outward distending the nipple and causing the areola to form flat pink cones in front of the breast.

"They're too big, Mike," she told him. "Gentle feeling does nothing for me. You have to be rough with them. It makes me so hot when they are pinched hard or bitten."

Abby pulled Mike's head to her chest where he began an eager sucking. His tongue and mouth were everywhere, licking, suctioning, slobbering, alternating back and forth. Abby's pussy began a slow smolder.

Grabbing a tit with both hands, Mike spread his fingers covering as much of the surface as he could. His thumbs and index fingers were closest to the center and he squeezed them together forcing the areola and nipple to poke out. He began a focused sucking on the tit cores and nerve centers.

Abby began to moan as Mike suckled harder. Then she felt his teeth lightly scraping her. Her pussy was dripping wet and getting wetter. She held his head in her hands as her passion mounted.

"That's it Mike, bite it. Take it in you teeth. Oh, damn, that feels nice," she said when she felt the strong nibbling. She began humping her pussy at the air, wishing there were a resistance somewhere she could rub against.

Mike was squeezing hard now with both his fingers and his teeth. Abby felt the juices flooding into her panties like someone had opened sluice gates. She clamped her arms around Mike's neck mashing his face to her breast in some sort of Sicilian death grip as a brief shudder passed through her.

When she'd recovered, Abby pushed Mike back into an upright position suitable for airplane landings. Titty playtime was over. She began a persistent rubbing of his clothed cock. It was hard all right. It was like a rock.

"Let's go upstairs."

Abby took Mike's hand and led him to her bedroom. Inside, she pulled off her skirt and panties. Mike stripped as well, pants first. She was naked first and helped him finish disrobing, if, that is, you call stroking then sucking a man's cock while he removes his shirt helping him disrobe.

"God I love your big cock," she told him. "I'll do anything you want. Ready to fuck me?"

Mike was more than ready. Even though she was already wetter than the Maid of the Mist cruising the falls at Niagara, Abby opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out a large plastic bottle of liquid KY jelly. She knew she needed all the assistance she could get with this enormous young stud.

"We're gonna be workin' in some pretty tight tolerances, Mike. Better lube you up."

Abby opened the cap and squeezed the bottle with one hand while spreading the liquid over Mike's dick with the other. It felt so good Mike would have happily settled for a slippery hand job but Abby lay back on the bed pulling Mike with her.

Unlike the earlier tit tousle, Abby begged Mike to be gentle entering her. When he had poked just the head in, Abby dug her fingernails into his side causing him to pause while she adjusted to his volume.

"Shit that's thick," she gasped taking short, shallow breaths.

When she finally relaxed, Mike eased in another couple of inches then repeated the same pause.

"OK, now slide it out slow," Abby instructed, "so just the head is in." Mike complied.

"Now, stay just like that," she told him when he'd withdrawn. Mike remained stock still, hovering above her on the bed as she began pushing her cunt back onto his dick. When she stuffed the first four inches into herself again, she pulled back.

Growing accustomed to his girth, she began fucking herself on him, but she wouldn't go more than four inches deep. Mike was having trouble holding his hips still as Abby's hot pussy sucked him toward climax.

As his orgasm approached, Mike could no longer restrain himself. He began counter thrusting. In his eagerness, he pushed deeper painfully slamming into Abby's uterus. He was too far gone to notice Abby wasn't matching his thrusts and he sped on alone.

As Mike lay on his back coming down from the heights of a very tight pussy fuck, Abby languidly played with the cum oozing along her labia. She wasn't angry. Far from it. She knew Mike's big cock had laid the foundations for a really colossal climax as soon as he recovered his erection.

She was planning their next coupling as Mike's breathing steadied. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, she retrieved her favorite vibrator. It was small but powerful. It slid easily into her soaking vagina where it stayed, in the off position, while she turned her attention back to Mike.

Abby began caressing his smooth, almost hairless chest while she nibbled his ear. An older man might have pushed her away but the teen's appreciative grunt urged her hand lower. Where her hand went, her mouth soon followed. It was only five minutes since he'd scorched her shallow snatch with burning seminal embers but his penile poker had returned.

Abby savored the salty stew that covered his cock as she urged his ardor along. His hands returned to her tits as his need heightened. Abby rose up rubbing her breasts in his face then kissing his mouth in a heated super saturation.

Mike was completely ready again. Abby poured another coat of KY on him, enjoying the opportunity it afforded her to stroke his horse cock. His prick was too fat for her encircle completely and her thumb gapped an inch away from her fingers.

"You're too big for my pussy," she told him. "I want you in my ass."

Mike winced as his cock pulsed at the thought of something so kinky he thought he'd never get a girl to agree to it. Now this hot woman was asking for it.

Abby rolled onto her tummy then raised her ass up. She spread her knees so Mike could get behind her then reached back for his cock. She placed the head against her sphincter.

"Go easy, baby," she instructed him. She held her hand in place as Mike began a slow forward push. He slid easily inward, four inches, five, six. Abby tightened her fingers signaling him to withdraw. Backing out until just the head remained, Mike felt Abby loosen her grip.

Mike pushed in again, slightly deeper this time. On the fifth push, Abby pulled her hand away and he bottomed out. It was the first time he'd had his cock completely inside a female. Abby had come closest with her mouth but he was now buried to the hilt and it felt magnificent.

"Oh fuck, that hurts so good," Abby moaned softly into her pillow. "Shit, Mike, I'm so fucking full. Now fuck me but go nice and slow."

Mike pulled himself out, almost, then slowly buried his cock again. He set up a slow, steady, seven inch stroke. Abby began a long wail and reached for her pussy. Grabbing the vibrator, she set up a matching counter rhythm. With her free hand, she pulled at a nipple.

The genital nerves of her pussy, tits, and ass began to brawl with one another slamming her building orgasm around like a puck at a hockey rink. Mike, too, was edging closer to another climax and began picking up the pace.

When Abby flicked on her treasured toy, all hell broke loose. Mike was bucked around like a rider on the back of a Brahma bull shooting the rapids of the Colorado River at the height of the snow melt. He was flung this way and that as Abby thrashed out her lust.

Burying his cock, he grabbed her hips to assure a complete and uninterrupted connection as his nuts drained into her rectum. Abby slowed to mild undulations, drilling the vibrating plastic tube in and out of her vagina pinched tight by the fullness in her ass.

Finally spent, she collapsed, letting a softening Mike slip from her anus. He rolled onto his side to catch his breath. Next to him he felt the hot, naked body of an incredible woman. Abby switched off her inanimate companion but didn't remove it as she enjoyed the lovely after-vibes of her stupendous orgasm. Her sleep came quickly.

Twice sated, Mike now managed to think of things other than sex. Well, sort of, anyway. Thoughts of Amanda entered his mind and wouldn't leave, not that he wanted them to. Abby was sleeping deeply and Mike got up and dressed.

He found the flashlight in the pickup's glove compartment. Thankfully, the batteries weren't dead. He made his way along the path Amanda had shown him earlier until he was at the door of her cabin. There was a light on inside and he knocked softly.

Pretty Amanda opened the door in an oversized tee shirt that came to mid thigh. To Mike, it looked as if she wore nothing beneath.

"Mmmm, I'm so glad you came back," she purred when she saw his face. "Do you want a beer or something?"

"Sure," said Mike, not bothering to ask how an eighteen year old happened to have alcohol in her fridge.

Mike sat in the chair. Amanda handed him an open bottle of Coors Light and sat on the couch with one of her own. She tucked her feet under in yoga fashion. The bottom of the shirt came dangerously close to failing one of a garment's primary objectives: The concealment of the wearer's naughty bits.

Mike felt awkward as he tried to hold a conversation with this funny-pretty-raunchy-nice girl for whom he was having increasingly stronger feelings. Non-sexual feelings, despite the fact that his gaze continually returned to those lovely, naked legs.

He had no way of knowing that Amanda was having similar thoughts about him. Ever since he'd brought that stallion over she'd been debating herself over her actions. Should she have been less of a wise-ass? Should she have been demure?

At the same time, she knew guys like girls that would joke with them and not be stuck up, girls that could be a little raunchy and not all fragile and pure. Plus, she liked being herself and didn't want a guy she'd have to play a role to get. She didn't want her second guessing to make her nervous, but it did, and she was.

Amanda was aware of Mike's itinerant eyes and smiled to herself at their frequent visits to her thighs. She was far closer to a slut than a virgin and the truth was she wanted Mike. She'd practiced sitting in that position, in that shirt for more than a half hour that afternoon. She even placed a mirror where Mike sat to assure herself that she wasn't showing too much. She wanted to paint a picture that whisperedI might not shoutedFUCK ME!!

His recent successes with older women did little to embolden Mike with this girl his own age. His high school experiences, or rather the lack thereof, were still fresh in his mind. Teenaged females weren't interested in him. If anything were going to happen, Amanda would have to be the initiator.

"Why don't you sit over here?" Amanda asked when Mike finished the beer.

"Can I use your bathroom first?" he asked at the risk of Amanda thinking he had a one-beer bladder.

She pointed to one of the doors. In truth, Mike was worried about the recent rump wrangle he'd had with Abby and wanted to clean up lest an unpleasant un-freshness curtail a promising beginning. He opened his denims and scrubbed with Amanda's hand soap.

Back on the couch, when Mike turned to face Amanda, she moved her face close to his and closed her eyes. Even someone as awkward as Mike recognized an invitation as blatant as the one she offered. Mike kissed her softly, parting his lips. He held his tongue next to his lips not wishing to invade Amanda's mouth unless invited, yet eager detect hers should she offer it. Amanda met his tongue with hers and clutched passionately at Mike's head. It was clear she was willing to venture further.

Mike moved his hand to her breast and massaged it lightly through her tee shirt. Amanda moaned appreciatively. "Oh Mike," she breathed, "I've wanted to kiss you all day. I wanted to march into Abby's house and drag you out."

Emboldened by Amanda's approval of his intimate fondling, Mike dropped his hand to her thigh. While his fingers played a game of discovery in her neatly trimmed genital shrubbery, she was unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.

"Shit you're big," an astonished Amanda gasped when her hand uncovered the length of Mike's Levi's lizard. She was thrilled as she stroked Mike's big dick. Even the ranch hands in their thirties had nothing that compared in any way to Mike. And none had come close to satisfying her the way a fat cucumber could.

Mike was at least as big as the veggie probes she enjoyed.It's so beautiful, Amanda thought looking at the hard cock dwarfing her fist. She wanted to kiss it, needed to kiss it. As her head drifted lower, she was momentarily distracted by a scent of lavender that was strangely familiar.

Olfactory side trips disappeared the moment her lips touched cock flesh. Amanda cupped Mike's balls as she ran lips and tongue up and down his dick. Mike moaned involuntarily and reached for the bottom of her tee shirt and began tugging it off.

Reluctantly, she let go of the prized penis as the shirt was pulled over her head. Mike pulled her face back to his and kissed her while playing with her breasts.