An invitation to a college graduation wouldn’t ordinarily make my heart beat faster and cause a tingling excitement in the pit of my stomach…. Well a little farther down actually. TJ was graduating. Was it two years ago. Already?
Better start at the beginning.
We sat next to the Crandall’s at a homeowner’s association meeting. My husband ‘Double Al’ – Albert Alvin Anderson was talking about the cord of fireplace wood he had ordered. It was being delivered while he was going to be out of town Monday thru Thursday of next week, and he worried it would ruin his precious lawn if it wasn’t stacked immediately. Mike Crandall said their son TJ was home from college for the summer. and looking for some cash. Mike volunteered his son to stack the wood for the fifty bucks Double Al was willing to pay.
Monday and Tuesday I worked my fanny off doing spring cleaning, etc. while Double Al was out of town. The wood was dumped on the lawn late Tuesday afternoon.
Wednesday morning I got up late, took a leisurely shower and put on white shorts and a faded blue T shirt. I was reading the paper when the doorbell rang. At the door was this familiar looking buff young man.
“Hi Mrs. Anderson. My dad said I should stack your wood as soon as it was delivered.”
Now I recognized him. TJ Crandall. Saw him last just after he graduated from high school.
“TJ. Oh yes! How’s college. You are a what year now?”
“Junior this fall Mrs. Anderson. Should I put the wood along the end of the garage?”
“Yes, that’s where Double Al wants it. Let me know when you are done and I’ll give you a check.”
TJ left for the woodpile and I returned to my paper. About a half an hour later I rinsed my coffee cup in the sink and glanced out the window. There was TJ, about 20 feet away. Shirt off, old jeans threadbare at the knees, large leather gloves stacking wood against the garage.
‘Been a long time since I’ve seen a man working without a shirt.’ I thought. ‘He’s really large across the shoulders… wonder if he plays football.’
TJ must have felt my stare because he looked up directly at me. He smiled and waved a stick of wood and chunked it into place. I waved back and turned away. My plans for the day included sitting on the back deck with some ice tea and finishing a detective novel. I had a large pitcher of Ice Tea and filled two glasses.
“TJ, how about a break? Come on up on the deck and have a drink.” He dropped the wood he was holding and ambled to the deck. Pulling a chair out from the patio table he sat down heavily.
(‘He’s, really big.’, I mused. ‘I’ll bet 6’2″ at least. God, and in college. He won’t want ice tea!’)
“I’ll bet a beer would go really good about now wouldn’t it? Double Al always has some in the refrigerator in the garage. I’ll get you one.”
“That would be great Mrs. Anderson.”
I got two. I’m not big on beer but decided to have one with him. I handed him a bottle and he chugged about half of it in one swallow.
“Ooh boy. That’s refreshing! … Don’t have a whole lot more wood to go.”
To make conversation I asked if he had any steady girl at school. He gave me a sheepish grin and said he did HAVE ONE but she dumped him two months ago.
“Well I doubt you have problems finding new ones.” (Brilliant Pat, you are great at stating the obvious.)
“Was too busy with finals and I hardly know any around here any more.”
“May be she was too busy with finals too?”
He drained the last of his beer and set the bottle down.
“Didn’t have breakfast and I can feel that beer.” … “No, she dumped me because she said I was too over stimulated for her.”
TJ began peeling the label from the bottle and glanced at me, I think because he was surprised at his frank comment.. And Çanta Escort I think the early morning beer was affecting me too because I responded, “You mean too much sex?” “Guys your age usually don’t have much else on your minds”
I almost put my hand over my mouth. Where did that come from?
“Well Mrs. Anderson I think she was an unfair tease!” “She would hug and kiss by the hour and when I got so I couldn’t take it any more she would have to go in her dorm.” “I’m not too bright sometimes.”
TJ slouched back in his chair. My eye caught a white line showing on the inside of his thigh. There was about a 3 inch separation in the inseam of his jeans. I could see some bare skin too. I quickly glanced up but he was concentrating on peeling the label off the bottle so he didn’t notice me looking.
My brilliant reply was, “Well, you’ve got all summer.” What ever that meant.
“Yep! Lots of cold showers for me.” “Thanks for the beer, I better finish up.”
He gathered himself up and stepped off the deck. (‘Mmmm, NICE BUTT! Be nice to see it bare!’ … Oh, ‘C’mon get your mind back in hand. He’s half your age.)
I sat back on the lounge to read my book. About 2 chapters later I heard TJ say,
“I’m finished Mrs. Anderson.”
“Really?” “O.K. I’ll go get my check book.” Instead I went in through to the garage and grabbed three more beers. I put two in front of TJ and one by my lounge.
“Here have some more beer. I’ll be right back.” And went off the get the checkbook. When I came back moments later TJ had downed one beer and was sipping the second. His face was slightly flushed.
“Hope I didn’t talk out of turn Mrs. Anderson. I mean about the trouble with my girlfriend… I mean my ex-girlfriend.”
“No TJ. Sex is something everybody does. I think it’s too bad people aren’t more open about it.”
He studied his bottle, picked at the label and said, “You know my dad is just weird sometimes.”
I felt compelled to glance between his legs. The split was now bigger. The seam of his underwear was cutting into his thigh and a bulge behind the white shorts was straining to break through the split.
I took a quick glance to assure he was still preoccupied with peeling the label …my eyes riveted back on the split seam.. (‘Shit! That must be his dick. Look away!’) I could feel my face flush. I reached over and put on my sunglasses.
“How so?” I asked, hoping I sounded more calm than I felt.
“He said that I was better off and that a girl like that could give me a bad case of The Blue Balls. What’s THAT all about anyway.”
“Hmmm, that’s a new one to me. I think he was just sympathizing with your being in a constant state of horniness.”
“Well he even said I should jerk off every day to relieve the pressure. Can you believe my dad telling me something like that?
Now hiding behind my sunglasses I looked directly at his thigh. THERE WAS EVEN MORE mass pushing his white shorts out the split seam.
I giggled, “Yes that does sound like your dad. Especially when he’s trying to be funny.
TJ set the bottle back down on the table and while doing so quickly rearranged his ‘package’. When he did his cock slipped under the seam of his under shorts and out the split in the seam. (Whoa. It’s a cock now. Not a dick. I never say cock. Things in my brain are getting seriously out of hand.)
TJ squirmed and covered himself with his hand. His face turned beet red.
“Gosh! I think my pants just ripped. I better go.”
He raised from his chair holding his hand to cover the split seam.
“Let’s see.”, I said playing innocent. “May be I can fix it for you.”
“Uh, no I better go.”
“TJ!” “Don’t’ be a dufus. Let me take a look.”
I pushed his Çanta Escort Bayan hand away and grasped his hardening cock.
“OH! GOD!! JEEZUS H KARIST!” he moaned.
I held firmly in case he tried to back away. He didn’t.
I figured I must now have about half his cock in my hand
He grabbed my hand with both of his (but didn’t take my hand away) and groaned,
“My god, STOP! I’ll come all over you!”
My brain had just jumped from sort of rational to BONKERS!
NEVER, EVER had I acted so…. Stupid? Willing? Ready?
“If you don’t want to squirt it all over the deck, I have a suggestion.”
Still holding his cock I slid down on the lounge and reached between my legs pulling my pants and shorts as far to the side as possible.
TJ looked at my cunt and let out an animal growl, ” Ghhaaah!”
He slapped my hand away. … Jerked his pants open and shoved his shorts down to his ankles.
I let my hand relax allowing my shorts to cover my crotch and TJ demanded “NO! DON’T.”
He roughly grabbed my hand and pushed it back to uncover my crotch, dropped to his knees his cock grasped in one hand the other roughly pushing my legs farther apart. His cock looked BIG … compared with Double Al’s anyway and had a huge purple head. Double Al was the only sex partner I’d had for years so….
TJ planted his free hand above my shoulder and attempting to guide his cock jammed it hard against me. He missed. It hurt!. Two or three more jabs and I adjusted myself to take him in. SHOVE, SHOVE he was IN…. All the way in. His wiry crotch hair tight against mine. He held himself there, full in, breathing hard.
I was totally lost. I had no idea what I was doing or where this was going. Was I completely off my rocker? TJ was a big guy and I was getting a little concerned this could get out of hand. Hell it WAS out of hand.
I felt his cock begin to twitch as he held it tight inside me. God I felt stuffed….like a turkey? I sure was acting like one.
I pressed my hands on his fine, smooth buttocks holding him to me. His butt was rock hard, holding himself jammed in tight. A ripple began in his ass cheeks and rolled up from the base of his cock and out the end erupted a great, hot, load. TJ groaned like he was in agony and gave three sharp lurches tighter into me and his cock exploded again. It was roaring out in gallons.
The jerking slowed and TJ relaxed, his ass cheeks now soft and wonderful to hold. I could feel his cock shrinking. He began to pull back and I stopped him.
“No, no honey. Keep pumping. You CAN’T be done.”
“F U C K! That kind of hurt when I went off.”
“Pump honey, keep pumping.”
He did. Out at a slow pleasing pace. Slamming back to a pussy crushing stop. Five, six, seven, eight times. He’s growing and getting hard again. The pace quickened and soon he was pumping and slamming against me at a furious pace. TJ made a hard grunting sound at the end of each stroke.
This was not pleasant for me. My crotch was getting sore and his pile driving thrusts were not comfortable. What the shit was I doing?
WHOA. A change of pace. TJ again tight against my crotch, as far in as he could go, circling his butt, the course hairs burning my clit. Crap, now was the first time I even aware of my clit. TJ gave three quick jerks, his butt cheeks rippled and again the muscles rolled up from the base of his cock. AND at that moment the inside of my head EXPLODED. My brain melted, my body trembled and shook. I couldn’t breath. Gradually I felt the last spurts of hot, thick cum gush into me.
I was exhausted. TJ was holding himself over me on three points. His arms, cock and toes. Cock still in of course. It didn’t seem to shrink much but he was pulling Escort Çanta back. I let him. He sat back on his heels staring at his bobbing, dripping cock.
“Jeeze, I’ve GOT to go.”
TJ slid off the lounge, scooped up his jeans and shorts and holding them over is still hard cock, ran for his truck parked in the driveway. A moment later I heard him drive away.
Meanwhile I had been letting my pussy simmer while an endless stream of cum oozed out. I struggled to sit up, somewhat dizzy and I felt another gush of cum escape from my pussy. I raised my ass, shoved my pants and shorts down, then kicked them off my feet. Turned, put my feet on the deck and stood. I heard a bubbling sound and felt a stream of thick cum run down both thighs. Grabbing my shorts and pressing them between my legs I staggered to the bathroom and into the shower.
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Woke up next morning to the doorbell urgently buzzing. What the hell? It’s only 7:00 am. Grabbed my robe and headed to the front door. I peeked out the spy hole and it was TJ. He looked terrible. I SHOULD NOT have, but I opened the door.
“TJ, what the….”
He pushed in.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Anderson, I’m so sorry but I gotta’ finish!”
“Finish what?”
Then is when I noticed his cock was already out and …bigger than yesterday?? He pushed me back to the hall credenza, pulled my robe open and wedged himself between my legs. The vase of dried flowers went crashing on the floor.
He was making animal sounds and his face twisted in agony, his eyes shut. Cock in hand he jammed against my sore crotch. Again I adjusted my angle so he entered. Hard tight, full in. The three short jerks, a rippling from the base of his cock and again a gusher of hot thick cum. Three, four, no five distinct hot squirts. I thought, not even Double Al is that fast. I hoped this would be it, but no he continued pumping in steady, deliberate, full strokes. My whole crotch was getting numb from pounding and his steel wool hair rubbed my raw clit. I put my hands against TJ’s chest pushing back. I was perched on the sharp edge of the credenza and it hurt.
“God TJ, you are hurting me. Quit this!”
“GGNNAAAH! Your pussy’s too slippery. I can’t make it” he groaned and pulled his cock out bringing with it a stream of cum which drooled down the front of the credenza.
“Lay on the floor”, he commanded. “Turn over.”, he yelled pushing me down. “Keep your legs together!”
He straddled me, knees outside my closed legs. I felt his searing hot, slippery cock slide down my ass cheeks and when he hit my butt hole I raised my ass a little and he slid into my cunt. He seemed satisfied with this and began a slow, steady in and out. I kept my ass raised slightly to meet his thrusts. About 20 or 30 pumps later he began to murmur,
“Yes, Oh Yes, it’s coming. IT’S COMING!”
This time though he never changed his slow steady pumping. The head of his cock seemed to have expanded so I could feel it plunging in my cunt.. I reached under me and put a hand against my pussy. My fingers opened slightly to protect my sensitive clit. The steady pumping motion of TJ slid my clit along my fingers and deep within me I felt it coming. This was different from yesterday. Not so frantic, but intense and satisfying. I trembled and jerked.
TJ was holding himself on his toes and hands with only his cock touching me, sliding between my ass cheeks and into my pussy.
“Finally, finally!” he shouted and TJ’s cock PORED out a gusher of very hot cum. It was like a dam broke loose in TJ.
TJ pulled out, stood beside me his cock dripping, shrinking.
“I forgot to get my check yesterday.”
“It’s on the table in the dinning room.”
Without a word he walked off, returning in a moment with the check in hand and now shriveled cock hanging over his balls.
“I really needed that! You drained me dry.”, Stepped into his jeans and went out slamming the door.
“You’re WELCOME! You FUCKER.” I lay there laughing. God I hope Double Al didn’t want any tonight.