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  “How can you call yourself a lesbian with that cock in your mouth?” Mrs. Hadley teased me, pumping her fingers into her pink pussy. “I should write you up for this.”

  “Don’t listen to her,” interjected Mrs. Temple, her perfect tits heaving and seemingly oiled as she fucked herself with that weird strap-on dildo she used on me. She gasped with pleasure, thrusting the cock deep into her pussy before moaning, “Go on, sweetie, give my son a good blowjob.”

  “Why don’t you come over later,” moaned Alicia. “You can tell me all about your hot lesbian affair and then I can spread your legs and bury my face between your toned thighs like I have been craving ever since I was bottom of the pyramid and you were above me.”

  This last one nearly made me pull off Luke’s cock to make sure that this fantasy was not somehow real and in the Land Rover with us. My horny, lesbian Greek chorus continued to moan and gasp and I managed to keep my lips wrapped around Luke’s fat tip.

  “Ohh, babe, I’m going to… FUCK!”

  That was all the warning I received before Luke started to cum in my mouth. Hot, powerful gushes of his salty spunk hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue in that familiar, nasty flavor. I resisted the urge to gag and swallowed. Forcing myself to swallow his cum, it occurred to me that I had enjoyed swallowing before. Suddenly it was like take an unwanted dose of medicine. I managed it, but it left me feeling sick as I lifted my lips from his cock and sat back in my seat.

  “Oh, babe, that was awesome,” laughed Luke, shoving his cock back into his briefs. “You give amazing head.”

  I grabbed a bottle of sports drink that had been sitting in his car and gulped several ounces of the warm liquid.

  “Any time,” I said. Maybe it was my guilt about what I had been doing with his mother that very morning that made me add, “I love sucking that big cock.”

  “I can tell,” he laughed and started elaborating on my love for sucking cock. I tuned him out, smiling and staring out the window as we passed from the well-heeled neighborhoods of Luke’s people to the working class modesty of my crowd. Lots were parched from the drought, houses were small and often in ill-repair.

  It was embarrassing every time Luke dropped me off at the tiny townhouse I shared with my mother. He pulled me in for a surprisingly tender kiss.

  “I’m going to win the game for you on Friday,” he promised. “Then we can really celebrate.”

  “Focus on the winning part,” I said, patting his shoulder. “The celebration can come later.”

  It was a relief to get into the quiet darkness of my house. My mom, working two jobs, was not home. I headed upstairs and took a shower, letting the water wash away my sweat and tension even as my mind returned to being caught by Olivia and created fresh worries. Was she a ticking time bomb waiting to blow up my relationship with Luke? Could I even still see Mrs. Temple with her daughter aware of what we were doing? Why hadn’t Mrs. Temple called or texted me all day?

  By the time I was toweling off, I was tenser than I had been when I climbed into the shower. I crossed the hall to my bedroom and flopped down on my bed, the towel falling open and the air-conditioning blowing over my damp body and stiffening my little tan nipples.

  Somehow, I fell asleep like that. I was awakened to the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I stretched an arm out in the darkness and felt for it. Almost midnight and I had a text from Mrs. Temple, still listed in my phone as “Luke’s Hot Mom.”

  “I need to see you,” she said. “Tonight.”

  I thought for a second. My mom usually got home from her second shift job by 11:30. I listened for her and heard the faint sound of her snoring in the bedroom down the hall.

  “My mom is asleep,” I texted. “I could sneak out.”

  “OK,” she texted back. “Will come to you. Text you when I’m outside.”

  She followed that text with a heart, which was an intense relief. I quickly texted her three hearts in reply. I didn’t want her to see my shitty house or my tiny bedroom, but it was worth her knowing where I lived to get to see her. I texted my address and slid quietly out of bed to begin getting dressed.

  Moving like a ninja assassin, I put on a pair of shorts, a tank top and wore knee socks with my tennis shoes. I brushed my dark hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. By the glow of the streetlight through my bedroom window, I put on eye shadow and lipstick. I turned on my phone’s light just long enough to be sure everything looked as good as I thought.

  My heart thrummed in my chest as I kept watch out the small window. Every slash of car’s headlights and every engine rumble excited me anew, until finally I saw her familiar Mercedes pulling up outside my house. By the glow of the dash, I could make out the soft curve of her bust and her beautiful face.

  “I see you,” I texted. “Out in a second.”

  I crept down the stairs, avoiding the two steps that creaked and going out the back door because the front made too much noise. I slipped around the roaring air-conditioner and dashed to the Mercedes.

  There were a million things I wanted to say to Mrs. Temple, but all I could do when I climbed into that car was kiss her. Our lips collided and we seemed to melt together again, our moans mingling softly as our tongues intertwined. I slid fingers into her blonde hair hanging loose beneath her ear and she rested one hand on my hip, squeezing as our lips parted and closed and parted again. My lipstick was probably getting all over her mouth, but neither of us cared.

  “Oh, Mrs. Temple,” I gasped.

  “I have it bad for you, Emily,” she whispered against my lips, our foreheads pressed together. “Every time we are apart you are all I can think about.”

  I kissed her again several more times, quick kisses and dart of my tongue, emotion welling within me so powerful that I felt the urge to cry. I held back the tears and let reality intrude on the moment, “I’ve been worrying about you, about us, all day.”

  “Oh, sweetie, it’s fine,” said Mrs. Temple. “Olivia won’t bother us. She doesn’t know about you and Luke and I calmed her down, okay? She’s a good girl. We surprised her, that’s all.”

  Her kisses in reply to mine grew more heated, her hand slipping to cup my breast through my tank top. My nipple was stiff and sensitive against her hand. I gasped against her lips. Suddenly, I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to put all my feelings into action.

  We embraced over the shifter, her blouse unbuttoning before I even realized it was my hands and fingers opening it. Her breasts were encased in merlot lace, her areolas peeking above the cups. I moaned her name as I pressed my face to her cleavage and squeezed her softness and sweet scent against my face.

  “Oh, Emily,” she cried, holding me there, trapping me against that precious valley. I kissed her breasts and reached behind her to open the triple clasp of her bra. She leaned back just enough to shed the cups and tossed her bra aside.

  Her smile and those glittering green eyes were all the permission I needed to resume kissing and nuzzling the creamy softness of her breasts. I sought one of her thick pink nipples, brushing my lips against it, licking it, and finally sucking it into my mouth. I looked up at her, latched to her breast like that, as my fingers explored her other breast and rolled her other nipple gently.

  I wanted to stay like that forever, kissing and sucking and licking and smothering myself in her magnificent tits, but the car’s shifter was poking me right in my tummy and starting to hurt. I finally let go of her breasts and sat back in my seat, gasping, my pert breasts heaving with my excitement. I glanced at the much more spacious backseat.

  “Maybe… maybe we should move in the back,” I suggested.

  “You read my mind,” she said. “After you.”

  Crawling between the seats and into the back left my shorts riding up and my peachy backside vulnerable. Mrs. Temple took full advantage, smacking my ass and then kissed it when I cried out. I crawled the rest of the way over the center console and slid onto the back seat. She crawled into the back with me, a bit more awkwardly and with her big breasts bare and dangling beneath her.

  I helped her onto the seat beside me and then pounced, kissing her passionately and fondling her breasts with one hand as my other pressed between her thighs. She was wearing a skirt and, I quickly discovered, no panties. My fingers touched her hot folds and excitement burned through me. I moaned against her breasts, stroking her hot groove and rubbing deftly against the fat bud of her clit.

  “Ahhhhh, that’s it,” she cried. “Oh, Emily, you know just where to touch me.”

  I wanted to do more than touch her. I kissed my way from her breasts down her impressively toned tummy to her skirt. She lifted her ass just enough for me to slide her skirt up her muscular thighs to her waist. She turned on the seat, one leg dangling off and the other bent and up against the back of the bench. I slid down with my knees in the footwell, kissing her inner thigh and petting the hot, velvet furrow of Mrs. Temple’s cunt.

  For a moment, I flashed to Luke and his hard cock. The way it smelled and tasted, the revulsion I had to overcome to do something I used to enjoy so much. The way his hot cum almost made me gag.

  Mrs. Temple was not like that at all. She was supple and clean, her scent, though very faintly musty, was exciting and mostly floral. My kiss moved up her inner thigh and closer to the warmth radiating from her vulva. She cradled the back of my head, drawing me towards her hot core.

  “Lick me, Emily,” she said with a hint of command in her voice. “Pleasure me. I can tell you’ve been thinking about it.”

  “Oh, god, yes,” I admitted as I brushed my lips against the hairless folds of her pussy. I breathed her scent deeply and felt a pang of need in the depths of my pussy. My fingers traced her outer lips and parted them gently to reveal the slick pin
k beneath glistening in the streetlight. I ran my tongue over her velvet folds and had the faintest tangy taste of her. I slipped my tongue past those lips, feeling the hot, tight walls of her cunt and pressing my tongue into that sweet channel.

  “Ohhhhhhh, that’s it,” moaned Mrs. Temple, her head thumping back against the side window and her hand urging me towards her bulging clit.

  Her thigh bumped against my face and her fingers tightened in my hair. I held her soft cuntlips open and lashed my tongue against her womanly clit. I looked up at her, god she was so beautiful, her bare breasts heaving and silvery in the streetlight, nipples jutting, her lips parted in a wordless gasp of pleasure. The harder I licked her clit, the more intently she pulled my face against her pussy, smothering me in her scent and the squeeze of her thighs closing around my head. Her heels were on my back as she pulled me against her. I began to suck at her clit, relishing each girlish cry of pleasure and each deeper moan.

  “Fuck me,” she gasped. “With your fingers. Three fingers. Ohhhhh… yes… just like that, Emily!”

  I pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy as I sucked her clit, watching her arching above me, her head against the steamy window and her free hand clutching the back of the driver’s seat. She bucked her hips, smearing her juices over my hand and against my chin. I sucked harder in reply, eager to push her over the edge.

  “Ohhh! Oh, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cummmmmmmingggg!”

  She bucked so hard she nearly threw me off the seat. I pounded my fingers into her clutching cunt as she crooned my name and made it nearly impossible to properly suck her clit. But I tried. I licked her bud each time her thrashing prevented me from sucking it. She was so loud that she hurt my ears, but I didn’t care. Watching her move and tasting her sweet nectar was worth going temporarily deaf.

  Mrs. Temple was gasping and recovering from her orgasm when a light suddenly shined into the car. We both sat bolt upright and blinked against the bright light diffused by the steam on the windows. Mrs. Temple covered her body with her discarded blouse; I wiped her juices from my chin and tried to see who was out there.

  “Take it indoors, ladies,” said a stern voice.

  The light switched off, revealing the side-mounted spotlight of a police cruiser and a cop with a very amused expression. He waved to us, I waved back, and the cop car pulled away. We watched the taillights recede down the street, exchanged a shocked look, and burst out laughing so hard that I began to cry.

  “Oh my god, what a day,” laughed Mrs. Temple.

  “That is the third time I have been caught with you this week,” I said, watching as she buttoned her blouse over her breasts.

  “Right, because I lose control around you,” she said.

  “I know the feeling,” I said, my face getting a few degrees hotter as I averted my gaze from her green eyes.

  “Want to go somewhere?” She suggested. “I’ve got a full house, but we could get a hotel or something.”

  “It’s getting pretty late,” I said, imagining the process of finding a hotel, getting a room, and then getting back into the groove with her. “Maybe I should just head back inside and go to bed.”

  “I could,” she walked her fingertips over to my thigh, “go inside with you.”

  She could. She totally could go inside with me.

  “Yeah,” I said, my excitement growing despite any embarrassment over showing Mrs. Temple the inside the tiny townhouse. “Yeah, alright. But my mom is asleep in there. We have to be very quiet.”

  “I can do quiet,” she said.

  “No more screaming my name,” I added.

  “No more sucking my clit then,” she countered. “But I will try to keep quiet. Maybe a wooden spoon to bite on?”

  We climbed out of the car as I suggested, “How about a pillow?”

  We crept across the street and in the back door. I wanted to apologize to Mrs. Temple for the small, dingy kitchen, but I also wanted to defend my modest living situation. Being quiet was more important than defending my poor girl honor.

  I led Mrs. Temple to the stairs and tried to point out the creaky steps. She understood what I was doing as I stepped over the dangerous spots. She stepped over the first without making a sound, but then stepped almost directly on the second. There was a distinct creaking sound and I heard my mom’s snort in her sleep. I motioned for Mrs. Temple to be quiet. She clung to my hips as we waited for my mother’s snoring to return to normal.

  Mrs. Temple hugging against my hips did not help me remain quiet, particularly when she began to draw down the back of my shorts, exposing half of the pale peach of my ass. I covered my mouth to keep from crying out and climbed the rest of the stairs to escape her. She pursued me quietly into my bedroom. There was no time to feel self-conscious about my cramped room or my unmade double bed. I scrambled onto the rumpled blanket and Mrs. Temple caught my hips again, pulling my ass toward her.

  “Get back here,” she whispered.

  I covered my mouth again to keep from crying out as Mrs. Temple drew my little shorts down from my ass again. This time, I did not try to escape as she worked them down from the firm globes of my teenage rear and slipped my shorts down my thighs. At the sight of my dusky pussy, parted crack and tan asshole, Mrs. Temple let out an almost inaudible cry of delight. She stroked my cheeks, squeezing and spreading them and admiring me from behind as she dipped her pretty face to my tense rear.

  “Oh my god,” I whispered as her lips made contact with my supple flesh.

  Her lips explored the smooth terrain of my ass, skipping over my crack and moving from one mound to the other as her dangling hair tickled against my thighs like feathers. She reached between my thighs and cupped the sensitive mound of my pussy. She caressed me knowingly, parting my folds and running her fingers over the tiny, tender bud of my clit. I sucked in a breath as her lips moved towards my crack. She chuckled, her breath hot as against my tensed asshole, her fingers rubbing insistently at my clit.

  “Relax,” she exhaled.

  “You’re teasing me,” I moaned, arching my back.

  “I’m exploring you,” she whispered. “Reminding myself of how beautiful you are. Everywhere…”

  Her face pressed against valley of my ass and her lips found my tinder hole. Being kissed there was maddening and accompanied by her fingers insistently strumming my clit. As her warm, wet tongue ran over my clenched hole it took everything not to scream with pleasure. A grabbed an old octopus stuffed animal that had been a gift from a past boyfriend and shoved it into my face, moaning against its plush body as Mrs. Temple, without hesitation, began to lick my teenage asshole.

  It was something boys had done to me before and left me feeling self-conscious. Not with Mrs. Temple. The relish with which she tongued my clenched hole was exciting and naughty. She loved licking my ass, she loved the way it tensed against her tongue with each lick and the way I whimpered while she was doing it. My face and breasts dropped into the bed and she began to fuck me with two long fingers as she ate my ass.

  The swirling pressure of Mrs. Temple’s tongue against my asshole provided steadily rising pleasure for the sharp lashes of ecstasy as her fingers worked in and out of my pussy. She was both gentle and insistent and knew to brush her knuckles against my clit with each thrust of her fingers.

  When her tongue began to fuck against my clench and open my asshole, I lost it, wailing with my face buried in the bed as I came against her fingers and tongue. Each spasm of my climax squeezed my ass against her tongue and caused my pussy to tense against her thrusting fingers. My toes curled and my fingers twisted in the blanket beneath me as I screamed into my mattress.

  My orgasm spent, my thighs quivering, I collapsed completely onto the bed.

  “Oh, sweetie, you needed that,” whispered Mrs. Temple.

  “You’re so… so nasty,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath as I turned onto my side. “You went right for my ass.”

  “Mmm, it was in my face when we were walking up the stairs,” said Mrs. Temple, stroking my cheeks and sliding onto the narrow mattress next to me. “How could I resist?”