Coffee, Tea or Three?

"Almost twenty-six."

"Almost twenty-six, huh? Well, I'm almost fifty-eight. If I was twenty or thirty years younger..."

"You kiss like you're twenty-eight."

"Oh, really? And what does that mean?"

"It means we should kiss whomever we want; fifty-eight, twenty-eight, twenty-six, whatever." He pulled her a little closer and put his hand on her cheek. "Besides, you look a lot younger than that. It's obvious where Bree's and Summer's foxy lady genes came from."

He pulled her head to his and kissed her. Their lips spread apart in unison and their mouths were open for business. He pulled her tightly against him with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her ass. Bobby's cock was hard and Ella felt it pressing against her. It had been quite a while for her and her mind was a whirlwind of confusion wondering what the hell she was doing and imagining what it would feel like inside her. She found herself pushing her torso against it, absorbing its readiness. Her pussy was suddenly anxious and wet. 'God what are we doing?' she thought.

Without missing a beat and with their lips still locked and their tongues doing a sexy dance, Ella's fingers found the string on her robe and she pulled on it. The robe loosened, then opened, and she found his engorged cock with her hand. She gripped her fingers around its girth and stroked him and they kissed even harder.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Ella said, half out-of-breath. Bobby nodded. She held his cock like an eight-inch handle and led him to her bedroom. They embraced in the dim light, their kisses punctuated by flashes of lightning and claps of thunder outside the bedroom windows. Ella pushed the robe over his shoulders and let it fall to the hardwood floor. Bobby unbuttoned her blouse and she took it off and tossed it on a chair.

He unhooked her lacy bra and admired her upper body: it was thin and her skin was taut but for a couple fine wrinkles on her flat stomach. Her shoulders and arms were toned, not too skinny, and her breasts were small-to-medium size with minimal sag. There was a blue tattoo of a peace sign just above her right breast. Summer had been right: her mom was a hippie holdover. A very sexy hippie holdover.

With his arms around her he pushed her onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes as their hands roamed over fresh flesh. But soon Bobby's lips had moved to other places. He kissed her neck and licked her ears and sucked the peace sign into his mouth. When he nibbled on her right nipple Ella let out a screechy moan of pleasure.

As he tit-sucked her, playing no favorites between the two, he started working on her jeans. She helped him as best she could and soon she had squirmed out of them most of the way. With her jeans and panties now at her ankles, Bobby moved down to the foot of the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way. He spread her legs and knelt between them. He took his first look at her pussy. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed, and wet.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said.

"I want to please you," he said.

"You already have."

Bobby kissed both of her thighs, back and forth, inching toward her glinty gash. She was hissing and squirming with anticipation, and when he finally buried his face into her she squealed with delight.

"Oh my God," she stammered.

He licked her lips and lipped her clit and she squirmed as if her nerve endings were on overload. He gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly to stabilize her crotch as he drilled his mouth into it. It helped a little but still her cunt was a moving target.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry. It's been a while."

"You want me to stop?"

"God, no!"

Bobby went back to work. He held her ass firm and plastered his mouth to her cocked member. He sucked away and squeezed her buttocks. Slowly he felt her relax and her movements fell in rhythm with his. For several minutes they worked together like this, her crotch pushed against his face, him sucking her clit, his tongue tasting her tang and his nostrils breathing in her musky scent.

His dick was now a brick. His lips were turning to jelly and his jaws ached. He was ready to fuck. He gave her one last major clit chomp, eliciting a screech from Ella, before he moved up so her saturated pussy lips were kissing the head of his cock. Atop her, he stared into her liquid eyes.

"I still can't believe we're doing this," she said softly.

"Believe it."

"You're very handsome. But I'm thirty years older..."

"I still think you're hot."

"Fuck my brains out," she whispered.

Bobby slipped his dick into her drenched sink and felt her warm wet walls around it, welcoming him in. He started slowly, in and out, familiarizing himself with her cunt and her muscles. He'd push his entire length into her and then out, in and out, over and over, as they got their timing down. Gradually he picked up the pace and Ella went with him, they'd go a little faster and hold it for a while, getting in sync and in tune like a classical duet. Adagio, then andante, then allegretto, then allegro, and finally Presto!, and they were fucking and bucking like pistons on a runaway train.

Their faces were inches apart as they fucked, their wide, enraptured eyes locked-in. They both grunted with every thrust until Bobby kissed her and started stabbing her mouth with his tongue. His hands were on her butt cheeks and his fingers inched toward her asshole. He wanted to fuck all three of her holes at once.

"Hippie-fucking is good', Bobby thought to himself, as they pounded away. Free love and peace and all that shit. He closed his eyes and slammed her as hard and fast as he could. Ella screamed and climaxed in a series of ferocious shimmy shimmy shakes beneath him as he banged her. He felt her hot juices surround his cock and ooze out onto his balls. His orgasm was not far behind.

His cum rose up like a prison riot, his sperm fighting to get out. It was an ecstatic pulsing stream and he felt a sting in his cock as he came; his little prisoners were burning down the house. He roared as he released. With repeated sensual trembles he uploaded his seed into her until finally he collapsed onto the bed beside her.

"Whew," he said in a rasp, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Whew is right," Ella said. She turned on her side and nestled up.

They held each other in silence for many minutes. They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heaves of their chests. The storm outside had let up some and was now just a steady rain tickling the windowpane.

They finally spoke when the ceiling fan started turning above them and a light clicked on in the hall.

"Ah, we have power," Ella said. "Good timing. I'm going to run and put your clothes in the dryer. Don't go away." She kissed him and got up out of bed. Bobby watched her naked hippie ass as she walked out the bedroom door.

Bobby was sitting up in bed when she returned a few minutes later with her hands full. She carried two glasses and a small jar.

"Energy drinks," Ella said, handing him a fresh Bloody Mary. She put the jar on the nightstand.

They sat in bed and sipped their drinks. Well, Ella sipped but Bobby gulped. The V-8 gave him a vitamin jolt. He was pretty sure his limp dick moved. When his drink was two-thirds gone he put the glass on the table on his side of the bed. Ella took another drink from hers and did the same.

"What's in the jar?" Bobby asked.

"Coconut oil," she said coyly.

"Oh."

"You know what that's for?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not for Pina Coladas."

Ella leaned closer and said, "See, I knew you were pretty clever," and kissed him.

The kiss quickly escalated and in no time their tongues were dancing and their hands were prancing. And Bobby's dick moved all right, growing like Pinocchio's nose on a bad day, and Ella couldn't keep her hand off of it. She couldn't keep her mouth off of it either.

She went down on him and stroked his balls with one hand and took his cock into her mouth. Ella was a loud cocksucker but it was turn-on for Bobby as inch-by-inch she took all of it in. Soon he felt her lips kissing her fingertips on his balls as he gently fucked her face.

For several minutes she sucked him and she felt his scrotum tighten up. She came up for air and lay back down beside him and they kissed. Instinctively Bobby rolled on top and entered her and again felt the wet warm walls of her cunt. She started fucking even before he did.

In a quick minute they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long strokes, the head of Bobby's dick aiming for the end of Ella's tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groans or dirty talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.

"I'm close," Ella said, stopping.

Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She scooped some oil into her hand and reached behind her and slipped her greasy fingers into her butthole. Then she sloshed more oil over Bobby's extended pole.

"There," she said. "Put it in my ass."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." She lifted up and shoved a pillow under her butt. She spread her cheeks with her fingers and her asshole was open for him. "Fuck me in the ass."

Bobby put the head of his dick right up to her open hole and pushed. Ella took a deep breath and let out a hoarse sigh when he entered her. He pushed his cock into her.

"Ooh, that feels big," she said.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes, you?"

"That's nice and tight," he said.

"Good. Now fuck me." She put her fingers on her soggy clit and felt herself.

Bobby pushed again, easing it in. It was a tight but smooth glide and he was surprised at how easily it slid in, how sublime the pressure felt around his cock, and how quickly he was vigorously driving his dick into the depths of her ass.

Ella was into it. She was slapping her clit like a bass string and pushing her ass into him, matching him thump for thump. Bobby was digging it too, in more ways than one. He drilled her with a passion, willing his semen up for another ride out into the wild blue yonder. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going so after a couple minutes he slowed his pace.

"Don't stop!" Ella wheezed. "Keep it up."

So he did and within five or six more strokes his river was rising. With a loud groan and a volcanic quaver his cum surged through his shaft and spurted multiple times into the deepest reaches of Ella's rectum. Even after he'd shot his last drop he kept his dick embedded in her ass as she frantically worked her tool in an effort to coax her unleashing.

After a bit Bobby pulled his cock out of her asshole with a wet, sucking thwap and scooted down the bed. He put his face in her crotch and his mouth on her inflated tool. Ella ceded it immediately and put her hands on the back of his head. She shoved her clit deep into his mouth with all her might like she was grinding teeth. Bobby sucked on her clit the same way she had sucked his cock: forcefully. He felt the pressure of her athletic groin on his face and inhaled the funky taste and scent of her sex. He could feel his own cum on his chin as it seeped out of her asshole.

It didn't take much longer. Ella started shaking like a train that had jumped the track. She groaned and shook and screamed 'Oh Fuck!' as she climaxed. Bobby's lips stayed latched onto her puffed pudendum until she rested.

"God, I needed that!" Ella said. Then they lay together for some time.

--

The day was getting late by the time they dragged their asses out of bed. Bobby took a shower and his clothes were clean, dry and neatly folded on the toilet seat when he got out. He found Ella in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Bobby. And not just for doing the work outside, either. I didn't expect that the day would go the way it did. But I can't say I'm disappointed."

"I'm not either," he said. "It was an unexpected pleasure. And you are a sexual dynamo."

"Oh, please," she said.

"I was serious about fixing your fence next week. Even before..."

"Bobby, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'd like to. If you don't mind."

"Well, that's very nice. But no more falling in the mud. That trick only works once around here."

"Okay, I promise. I'll have to think of something else," he said with a smile. He kissed her and took one final taste of her and their tongues said a slow goodbye.

--

The next few days were just like any other week and Bobby was looking forward to going back to Ella's. The fence job would be easy, maybe an hour and a half of work, and he'd get a lunch and maybe get laid again.

He picked up the fencing materials and nails on Friday. Saturday was a clear, sunny day so there would be no chance of falling in the mud and getting trapped inside by a storm. He showed up at about nine a.m. and went to work. He'd only been there for a few minutes before Ella noticed. A window opened and she called to him. She asked him to come inside for a minute.

He went in the back door and Ella was standing in the entryway to the living room. She was barefoot and was wearing the same robe he had worn the Saturday before. Her hair was up on top of her head.

"There's been a little change of plan," Ella said. "I won't be able to have you for lunch."

"Oh, that's okay," Bobby said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but Summer's coming over a little later. She's taking me to lunch."

"No problem, I understand."

"It's my birthday. She always takes me to lunch for my birthday. It just didn't dawn on me last week."

"Happy Birthday," Bobby said. "I wish I'd known. I would have brought you a gift."

"You did," she said.

She took a step closer. She reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She kissed him, and her tongue did a momentary slither in his mouth.

"And since I can't have you for lunch," she added, unbuckling his belt. "I want to have you for breakfast. And we don't have a lot of time."

She pulled him a couple steps to the sofa. She sat and pulled down his pants. His cock was already at full attention. She kissed it and licked his balls. She took it into her mouth.

The whole shebang was over in less than thirty minutes. She sucked him to completion and a week's worth of his stored-up cum erupted into her mouth. Then her robe opened and Bobby twirled her onto the couch and buried his face into her twat for a few minutes until she came. Then he mounted her and started fucking her. He'd been going at it for a couple minutes before he noticed the jar of coconut oil on the coffee table. He reached over and grabbed it and held it up.

"Yes," Ella said. "I'm ready already." She was already fingering herself.

He turned her over. Her butt was slick, the residue of lubing herself. He oiled his cock and fucked her ass until he came. He withdrew his cock from her ass and inserted in into her drippy pussy and rammed her doggy-style for a couple more minutes until she let out a whoop and had another orgasm.

"Happy Birthday," Bobby said as he pulled out.

Ella turned to him and said, "Thank you. A great way to start the day. But you'll have to excuse me. I need to shower and get ready." She kissed him, picked up her robe and left the room. As she walked away Bobby could she speckles of his 26-year-old cum on her 58-year-old hippie butt.

--

Bobby had just finished up and was putting his tools in the trunk of his car when Summer drove up. She parked her car and came up to him. He felt a little awkward and didn't know whether to kiss her or not in front of her mother's house, so he didn't even try. She didn't try either.

"Hi, Bobby," she said.

"Hi, Doc," he said.

"Now stop that," she said. "Or maybe I should call you Doc."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Because I hear you are quite a handyman. The gutters, the fence, and Mom said you got her backdoor working again. I didn't even know it was stuck."

Bobby didn't know if that was a joke or what Ella may have told her but he was officially speechless.

"Anyway, thanks again for helping Mom out," she continued. "We really appreciate it. Now we're going to lunch to celebrate her birthday."

"Have fun. And don't drink too many Mimosas!" Bobby said.

"You mean Bloody Marys," Summer said with a wink. She turned and walked into the house.

--

Things started to get weird after that. The next Thursday would have been Bobby's night to see Summer but he couldn't get hold of her. When he finally did reach her a few days later she was noncommittal and kind of blew him off. That was a first.

He called Ella and told her the handyman was calling to see if she had any chores she needed him to take care of, in the yard, on the roof, or in the bedroom. She laughed but said although it was tempting she didn't think it was a good idea. Too close for comfort with Summer and everything. Evidently Ella didn't know—or didn't want to know-Bobby had been Summer's steady bedmate and Summer didn't want him screwing her mother.

Bobby thought about the last few months with amazement. He had had a wild weekend with a young hot dancer named Bree. Then he'd had a number of incredible nights with her hot Mom, Doctor Summer. And finally a couple wild romps of hippie sex with Ella. Sexually it had been the most fruitful period of his life. And now suddenly, as if flipping a switch, the rainy season was over and he was back in the desert.

He sent an email to Bree in an effort to catch up, but they hadn't been in touch for a while and doubted he would hear back. Out of sight, out of mind, you know how that goes.

--

Bobby went to work every day with his nose to the grindstone, trying to forget about his sexcapades. Although he would replay the experiences in his mind, it wasn't that hard to put most of it behind him and just chalk it up to ships passing in the night. He knew there was no real future with Summer; there was the big age difference, and she just needed to get laid and he was convenient. And what happened with Ella was an accident of fate; it would never have happened if he hadn't fallen in the mud and been stranded in her home by the storm and ended up naked wearing her robe. And she needed to get laid and he was there. But it was different with Bree. He thought of her often.

It was about four months later when out of the blue on a Thursday evening Bobby received a call from Summer. When he saw her name displayed on his phone he froze for a second. He debated whether to let it go to voicemail but he couldn't.

"Hello, Summer?" he said tentatively.

"Yes, Bobby. How are you?"

"I'm okay, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine," she said, and launched right into the purpose of her call. "Look Bobby, I know it has been a while and I hope you don't mind my calling but I thought you should know. It concerns Bree."

"Bree? Is something wrong? Is she all right?"

"Oh, she's fine," Summer said with a chuckle. "She's doing well. She is here in town. She's an artist-in-residence for her old dance instructor. They're putting on a song and dance revue for high school and college students."

"She doesn't live in New York anymore?" he asked.

"No, she still does. She's been commuting back and forth and staying with me for a few weeks while she worked on the production. She'll be going back soon. She has asked about you, and I think she wanted to call you, but she has been so busy, she's been putting in sixteen hour days. And I think she may have felt funny calling since she had not done a good job of keeping in touch. Anyway, I wanted to call you in case you would want to know."

"Yes, thank you. I'm glad you did."

"The final performances are this weekend: Tomorrow night, Saturday night and a Sunday matinee." She went on to tell him the theater and show times.