For Brandon Miles, he had initially been pissed at his parents for forcing him to make the move to Springdale just before the start of his senior year in high school.  Prior to making the move, Brandon had tired of inexperience teenage girls and had successfully made the transition from being a rather inexperienced young wanna-be-stud to that of being an skillful seductive stud that could disarm the most innocent and most faithful of happily married women!  He was most turned on by matured beauties, those from their mid-twenties to early forties, married ones in particular!  The fact that they were supposedly happily married, one obviously true and faithful to her husband and marital vows, made that lovely woman an even more desirable prey for his young lust.

Along with being handsome and muscular, Brandon looked far more matured than belied his age.  From the young age of fifteen, when had had stayed over a buddy’s place due to a snow storm, he had succeeded in seducing the lovely 37 year old Mrs. Stephanie Wells.  With her husband unable to make it back home also due to the heavy snow that day, he had sensed that the married beauty was rather nervous when in the near proximity of him.  Brandon had merely awaited to hearing his buddy’s snores coming from the room across the hall, then had gotten up and boldly making his way to the closed door of the master bedroom.  Finding the door unlocked, he turned the doorknob and boldly opened the door.
 

Seeing the lovely Mrs. Wells’ eyes widen due to the shocking surprise of his bold entrance into her bedroom, Brandon had smiled widely at the trembling beauty as he stepped into the room.  Having closed the door, then turning to lock it in full view of the beauty, he observed her nervously panting as she raised the sheet up to cover herself.  He heard the audible gasp emitted as he stepped towards her but she did not utter another sound as he approached the king-sized bed.  Her blue eyes were focused upon him as she held the bed sheet up against the sheer negligee that she wore.

As her head turned and tilted upwards towards him as he came to the side of the bed, Brandon bent down to give the trembling beauty a passionate kiss on the lips as he then proceed to French her while pulling the sheet from her fingers.  Her right arm still up, minus the sheet that she had been holding, was grabbed at the wrist by Brandon as he guided her hand to the bulging lump that was clearly visible through the shorts that he wore.  Another gasp of astonishment could be heard once Mrs. Wells’ trim manicured fingers were molded over his swollen hardon, and it was but mere seconds later that she was tracing the length of his boner.

Having worn gym shorts, the length of his growing hardon now threatened to make its appearance out of the left leg opening due to the excitement generated by the trim fingers squeezing upon it.  And then it did make its appearance, causing an audible gasp from the mature beauty stroking it as she looked on in awe.  Seconds later, the astonished beauty could not resist the temptation to touch the swollen purple head of his cock and Brandon gave it a twitch as she rubbed her index finger over his leaking pisshole.  As her finger toyed with his stringy pre-cum juices, rubbing it over the tip, Brandon pushed the negligee straps off her shoulders before cupping and playing with his bared titties.

Knowing how everyone considered Mr. Wells as the perfect gentleman, figuring that being the very case in which he treated this lovely trophy wife of his, Brandon purposely manhandled her titties.  Groping and fondling her titties, he roughly pinched at her swollen nips, then proceeded to flick his thumbs over them as she panted in heat.  Seeing how she continued to stare at his meaty cock in awe, Brandon asked “You suck on hubby’s cock, Mrs. Wells?”  Seeing her shake her head ‘no’, Brandon gave a snicker as he taunted “But you’re gonna suck on mine, aren’t you?”  Of course, the prim and proper Mrs. Well shook her head ‘no’ in defiance as he had expected, making it even more fun to rub his cock over her beautiful face before forcing her to blow him.

The first conquest is always the one most remembered and every moment of his first seduction of this married beauty stuck in Brandon’s mind, replaying the occasion time and time again since that fateful night.  They had a fabulous bout of ‘69ing’ till she had orgasmed with his flicking tongue in her snatch as he popped his copious load right down her gagging throat.  Once they had recovered from their mutual climaxes, Mrs. Wells was naturally filled with regret and reluctant to actually commit the sin of adultery by having sex with another man other than her husband.  But Brandon would have none of that and loved it when the beautifully wife stammered out “No ………………no, I can’ttttttttttt!  Oh, my Godddddddddddddd ………………………………you’re soooooooooooo biggggggggggggggggggggg!  Oooooooooooooooh, Brandonnnnnnnnnnnn!”

For Brandon, nothing could be more exciting than to seduce a beautiful married woman, other than scoring right there in the very bed she shared with her unsuspecting husband as he did on that occasion.  The aftermath had made it even better in seeing the look of guilt in the face of the now unfaithful wife and hearing her realization of “Oh, God, you didn’t use a condom!”  But he managed to easily disarm her once again, guilt overridden once he stuck his cock up her juicy cunt once again.  Two more times that night, the prim and proper Mrs. Wells had spread her lovely charms for him, loving the rough fucking that he gave her.

Yes, the upper 30’s and early 40’s age of the mothers of his teenage peers were just what Brandon desired.  Back to his first conquest, Brandon recalled how his rather stunned buddy later told him that he was going to be a ‘big brother’ come early March as his parents were apparently starting a second family.  His mother had made the shocking announcement over dinner the night before, advising that she was indeed pregnant.  Counting backwards that nine months from the due date, to when conception had taken place, Brandon smiled to himself in knowing that he indeed might be the very one responsible for knocking up his buddy’s beautiful mother.  Seducing a mature prim and proper wife was certainly a pleasurable conquest for him, but knocking up another man’s beautiful wife was the ultimate triumph for Brandon!

And now after Brandon’s senior year in high school, less that a full year since his arrival in Springdale, many of the guys and gals that had taken him into their social group found themselves becoming big brothers or big sisters to a new addition into their respective families.  And it hadn’t taken Brandon long to make a lot of friends with both guys and gals, especially with his good looks and being a jock in several sports.  Invited into the homes of his many new friends, both guys as well as gals in the in-crowd party clique he had been accepted into, Brandon then got to meet their lovely mothers who he was quite anxious to meet.  Getting to meet a lovely wife and mother, Brandon would inquire if they worked and would take note of the sexy beauty, even being bold enough at times to propositioning the older woman in the privacy of her own home.

It was the beautiful Mrs. Diane Lawson that had gotten Brandon’s first such proposition upon his arrival in Springdale.  Meeting the handsome young stud when he arrived with her daughter and his group of friends, Diane enjoyed talking to the handsome young man who had come into the kitchen to see if he could be of any help to her.  She made small talk and inquired if he had to leave a girlfriend back when making the move, but Diane was totally stunned and taken aback when informed by Brandon that “I prefer being with someone more sophisticated than dating teenage girls ………………….a beautiful woman is what I prefer ……………….a beautiful woman …………………………..like you, Mrs. Lansing!”

Brandon knew that he had shocked the beauty with that statement, pretty much coming onto her right in her own home, but that had been the plan concocted prior to going into the kitchen.  He knew that he wouldn’t score right then and there, but it certainly got the shock effect that he desired for the moment and which he would play upon later when the time was right to get into her tight little panties.  The speechless beauty had certainly been unnerved by him and Brandon took the opportunity to plant the wicked thought and pique her curiosity of having an affair with him by telling her “And I’m very discreet ……………………………..whenever you’re ready!”

Having learned that Mrs. Lawson was the librarian at Springdale’s Public Library, Brandon purposely went there on the guise of making an apology for the proposition that he had made to her in the kitchen of her home.  The ruse had certainly worked, insisting he make thing up to her by assisting her to close up, but that merely ended up serving the purpose of getting her all alone in the privacy of the locked library building.  His hands touched and caressed her just above the elbows, causing her to pant “Brandon ………………….no …………………..no ……………………..this is so wrong!  Please ……………………oh, pleaseeeeeeeee ……………………….pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  Seconds later, he nuzzled at the back of her neck, making her go weak at the knees and swoon “Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!”

First Brandon ate her out right on the floor of the library, then gave her a good fucking!  “Ohhhhhhhhhh …………………………………….ohhh ……………………..yes ………………………………oh, yessssssssss …………………………….love me ………………………….oh, Brandon ……………………yessssssssssssssssssss ……………………………..yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” she panted out as he stuck it good to her.  He felt her soft hands caressing up and down his muscular biceps, then felt her trim legs wrapping around his waist as she locked her pink heels together as their union became one fluid fuck machine.  Such was Brandon’s first seduction in Springdale, and the beautiful librarian would subsequently turn out to be the first in town to get knocked up by the handsome young stud.

Then had come the seduction of 39 year old Adrienne Peterson, the mother of one of the school’s cheerleaders who was having a cookout at her home.  Learning that the lovely but quite conservative wife and mother was a swimming instructor at the ‘Y’, Brandon concocted the story of not swimming with the other teens because he was too embarrassed to admit to them that he couldn’t swim, he managed to get Mrs. Peterson to agree to give him some private swim lessons at her home after school got out in the afternoons during the weekdays.  But Brandon was quite a good swimmer, and once in the privacy of her home, he knew that it was just a matter of time to have her swimsuit lying at the bottom of the pool.

It was right in the swimming pool of her home that he made his move, taking the conservative beauty into his arms during a practice lesson, and soon her one piece swimsuit was indeed at the bottom of the pool!  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………………..Brandonnnnnnnnn …………………ohhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………………so big …………………..so bigggggggggggggggggggggg!” she cried out while wrapping her arms around his neck.  Just as Brandon had predicted, this so very prim and proper wife and pillar in the community went wicked and wild as he shoved his proud animal up into her hot juicy little cunt as she loudly panted out “Ohhhhhhhhhhh …………………….fuck me ……………………..fuck me …………………..fuck me …………………fuck me like the whore I really am!  Ohhhhh …………………….yes ……………………..harder ……………………..harder …………………….fuck me harder ………………….treat me like a slutty whore!”

Before taking his leave, with the seduced beauty still leaking his cum into the pool, he told her that “I learned from Allie that it’s your anniversary this weekend and Mr. Peterson is taking you out for a fancy dinner to celebrate!  Make an excuse in the afternoon, like going out shopping or something, then get us a room at the Gateway Motel near the mall so we can celebrate your anniversary with a good FUCK!  Jeez, it’s gonna be sweet fucking you on yer anniversary day …………………….then sending you back to hubby so he can take you out to celebrate ……………………with your twat filled with my jizz!”  And of course Mrs. Peterson had flat out refused, telling him “Absolutely not!  This should not have happened today!  This was all a horrible mistake!”

But when that Saturday afternoon came, the once faithful wife was getting herself a good fucking right on her 15th Anniversary at the Gateway Motel!  After the second fuck session, Mrs. Peterson was filled with remorse as she got into her clothing, planning to leave the motel with adequate time to get herself cleaned up and take a hot shower at home.  Brandon watched as the beautiful wife blinked back the tears of remorse when he asked if Mr. Peterson was taking her out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate their anniversary.  Dressed and about to leave, Brandon pushed the door shut and pushed her to her knees, telling her “Suck me off so you can go home and give hubby a nice cummy kiss, Mrs. Peterson!”

A bit over seven weeks later, Allie Peterson was telling the gang that “Wow, it’s really a shock for me!  I can’t believe that I’m going to be a big sister early next year!  I was hoping to be a big sister from when I was four or five, but this is unreal at this point, with me graduating from high school soon and going off to college!”  With all the gang commenting about it, especially the girls, Allie confided that her mother advised that apparently the condom used on their anniversary night must have been faulty.  Brandon merely smiled and didn’t comment, but did recall that ‘I never used a condom at the motel nor in the swimming pool prior to that when fucking your beautiful mother!’  Thus, Brandon knew that secret that Mrs. Peterson was now hiding, that he had knocked her up and not her husband!

Then there was seduction of the beautiful Mrs. Cheryl Morris, the mother of one of his buddies in the group who was also on the football team.  Going to pick up Josh Morris at his home, his buddy was still in the shower when his buddy’s eight year old brother came running out of the house to tell him so, also saying that “My Mom said for you to come in for a cold drink while you’re waiting for Josh!”  Brandon couldn’t pass up the opportunity to getting to meet Mrs. Morris as he had not had the opportunity to do so as yet.  And this proved to be quite a fantastic opportunity when he got to meet the lovely 38 year old Mrs. Cheryl Morris, a blonde beauty that he quickly sized up to be 34-23-34, very nicely dressed in a patterned outfit with smoky hose and black heels!

Greeting her and being the perfect gentleman, Brandon watched as she was setting up the dining room table for dinner as apparently another couple was coming over that evening.  Mrs. Morris  looked so damned sexy in her hose and heels, giving Brandon a stiff hardon to conceal as he learned that her husband’s boss and spouse had been invited over for dinner.  As she talked to him while setting the table, excusing herself for doing so as she was pressed for time, Brandon eyed up her trim sexy legs when she bent over to place some silverware in place.  He licked his lips and thought ‘Damn, I’m hungry!  I’d sure like to eat out her golden beaver on the dinner table!  Bet it’s real tender and real juicy!’

A few weeks later, just prior to a long weekend, Brandon learned that Josh’s dad was taking him and his younger brother to see a pro football game that Sunday.  They’d be leaving Saturday make to make the long drive, take in the game then come back on late Sunday night.  “Oh, your Mom’s not going?” he inquired of his friend.  “Naw, my Mom doesn’t really enjoy football!  Say’s she’d rather stay at home and do some gardening!” his friend Josh advised.  With Josh inquiring about a computer game program that he had, Brandon loaned it to him and told him to install it on his computer and to leave it with his Mom so he could pick it up.  “Tell your Mom that I’ll stop on by to pick up the disk on Saturday as Jenny wants me to help her put it on her computer!  And it’s a perfect opportunity for me to see Jenny, cause I personally wanna help her install it!” he laughed, creating the opportunity of having Mrs. Morris to expect his stopping by that weekend.

There had been no need for Brandon to obtain the disk on that Saturday, for there was nothing set up with Jenny to load the program into her computer that evening.  It had just been a ruse that Brandon had created that would allow him to visit the Morris’ home when only occupied by the lovely Mrs. Morris.  And when Saturday afternoon came, to put the finishing touch on his ruse to gain entrance into the Morris’ home, Brandon stopped at the florist to buy a bunch of loose red ginger stems.  Doing away with the bottom wrapping from the florist, then upon being greeted at the front door by the lovely Mrs. Morris, he advised “Hi, Mrs. Morris, my Mom had some red ginger clippings and thought you’d enjoy these for an arrangement!  Do you have a large vase that I could put them in for you?”

The concocted ruse had served its purpose for Brandon getting into the house and also an invite to have a glass of cold iced tea.  He took in the lovely beauty who was now dressed casually in a pair of dark brown slacks and a nice beige/brown blouse.   Brandon smiled in learning that Josh had given his beautiful mother somewhat of a rundown on him when she advised “Josh told me that you’re adapting well to Springdale, considering that you had to make the move for your senior year of high school!  It must be really rough in having to leave all your friends at such a time in your life!  I don’t’ think I would have handled it so well if such had happened to me in high school!”

Taking the glass of ice tea handed to him, purposely making contact with her manicured fingers, Brandon replied that “Oh, I always believe in making the best of things ………………….like the other week for example, when I stopped by to pick up Josh ……………………and getting to meet his beautiful mother!  And like today as another example ……………………..getting to be alone with a beautiful woman in her home!”  At that instant, the ice in her glass of iced tea could be heard clinking as her hand was visibly shaking in nervousness, as she stammered out in nervousness “Let …………let me get you the disk that Josh put on the counter for you!”
 

Brandon smiled as the flustered beauty put her glass down and stood to move to the counter to retrieve the disk.  It was quite obvious that he had unnerved her with that last comment, one that could certainly be taken as a bold proposition, as he hoped to create the reaction that it did.  Anticipating her move to get him the disk and to usher him out of the house, he placed his large hands on her trim hips and began nuzzling at her neck.  Brandon knew that the battle had been won when she swooned and the disk slipped from her fingers to fall back onto the counter. As she stood there panting while he continued nibbling at her neck and earlobe, Brandon was deftly and skillfully undoing the buttons down the back of her blouse.

Lips pressed tightly against hers, his tongue flicking in mouth, Brandon had worked the blouse over her shoulders and it then fell to the floor.  Seconds later, after skillfully unhooking her bra and getting the straps over her shoulders, and that too lay upon the floor.  Kiss continuing as he easily lifted the petite beauty, he made his way over to the nearby dining room table where he placed the trembling wife and mother.  As she lay there panting and unable to put up any resistance, Brandon slipped her flats off and then began working her brown slacks down over her trim legs.  And then there remained only one flimsy garment to protect and conceal the golden treasure from his view.

For Cheryl Morris, her befuddled mind could not comprehend that this was actually taking place in her own home ……………right on her dining room table!  This handsome young stud had her heart fluttering like that of a teenybopper and she was helpless to stop him from continuing.  Large calloused hands were now on her ankles, getting her to bend her legs, raising her legs up and placing her feet flat on the tabletop.  Knees pushed apart, then there was hotness on her ……………on her sex!  “Ahhhhhh ………………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………..ohhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Cheryl cried out as she was getting eaten out for the very first time in her life.  Reaching down with both hands, grasping the young stud’s hair, she arched up her hips as she began to quiver uncontrollably.  “Oh, Goddddddddd ………………………….oh, Godddddddddddddddd ……………………….nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” she panted as she skyrocketed up into outer space in a mind shattering climax.

With the beautiful bitch totally out of it as her body continued to twitch in spasms, Brandon wanted to make this quite a memorable fuck for the lovely Mrs. Morris, for he surmised that she’d never forget the day she got nailed right on her dining room table.  Not needing to rush at this point, Brandon looked at the beauty squirming about on the tabletop as he popped open the button of his jeans.  Shirt pulled off, he worked his jockeys down and stepped out of them, then as Mrs. Morris’ eyes focused upon his waist, he gave her a show by pumping the swelling dick that was soon to be sliding up her twat.  He smiled in seeing her eyes widen in amazement as his cock nearly doubled in size, a size that he would bet her husband never got his wiener to grow to.

Pulling her limp body towards him, getting her cunny to the edge of the table that was at the perfect height for him, Brandon felt her trying to squirm back up and away from him.  Holding her firm, pulling her back down an inch or so, he then stepped up to the plate and skewered her right down into the table.  “Nooooooooo ………………………..Brandon, nooooo ………………………we can’t!  You’re my son’s age …………………..this is wrong!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………………..Godddddddddddddddd!” she uttered out as he sliced through her tightly clenching cunt slit.  Grabbing her trim hips to hold her firmly in place, he then gave the bitch a good hard thrust, burying his thick bone up to the hilt as his swollen balls bounced against her ass.
 

In and out, in and out he fucked the beautiful blonde wife and mother, skewering her right on the dining room table of her home.  “Oh, Mrs. Morris …………………..Tim’s eight years younger than Josh …………………………perfect as Tim will then be eight years older than out little baby!” Brandon taunted.  As the beauty clutched at the sides of the table, now sliding back and forth on the tabletop in sync with his thrusts and withdrawal, it was several moments before the bitch comprehended what he just said.  “No ……………………you can’t ………………………we can’t ………………..pull out …………………..you need to pull it out ………………………….you can’t get me pregnant!” she frantically panted.

“Too late, Mrs. Morris, I’m cumming …………………………….cumming up your tight cunny ………………………..gonna knock ya up good!  Uggghhhhhhh ………………uh ………………………………ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Brandon groaned with his cock buried up to his balls as he proceeded to shoot stream after stream of hot jizz up her fertile womb.  “Ahhhhh ………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………ahhhhhh …………………….I’m cumminggggggggggggggggggggggg!” she cried out under him as another mind blowing orgasm rocked her petite body.  Collapsing upon her on the tabletop, Brandon twitched his cock once, then again to give her all the goodies his balls had to offer.

Getting off the table, Brandon scooped up the still swooning naked beauty into his strong arms with her arms encircling his neck.  Looking back at the dining room table, Brandon smiled in seeing the large puddle of their commingled love juices at the edge of the tabletop.  Though it could easily be surmised that the master bedroom would be located at the far end of the hallway, he demanded of her to point out where it was located in telling her that “You know what really turns me on, Mrs. Morris ………………….the thought of ‘FUCKING’ you right on the bed that you share Mr. Morris!”  Brandon smiled in feeling her body shudder in revulsion from his last comment, but her revulsion apparently waned quickly as she released her right hand from his neck to point the way.

Before leaving home that afternoon, Brandon had told his parents that “I’m gonna be sleeping over at Josh’s tonight!  So don’t worry about me!”  He had not lied to his parents as he indeed was going to spend the night at Josh Morris’ home, only Josh would not at home that night!  But Brandon would have a nice comfortable bed to sleep on, the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of the Morris’ home, but sleeping on the bed was not the primary object in this sleepover.  Never had the Morris’ king-sized bed endured that much activity upon it in one single night, all that thumping of the headboard banging against the wall during the four fuck sessions upon it.

Entering the neatly decorated master bedroom that Mr. & Mrs. Morris enjoyed together, Brandon advised his buddy’s beautiful mother that “I’m going to fuck you on hubby’s bed, Mrs. Morris!  I’m going to fuck you like a bitch in heat right on the bed you share with hubby!  You are a bitch in heat, aren’t you, Mrs. Morris?”  After seconds of silence, Brandon demanded an answer as he asked “You want it, don’t you, Mrs. Morris?  You want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat ………………don’t you ……………..right on the bed that you share with Mr. Morris, don’t you?”  The lovely beauty pulled back and glared at him, then put her head down upon his chest as she whimpered out “Yes …………….yes ………………….fuck me …………………..fuck me like a bitch in heat ……………………….on the bed I share with my husband!”

Placing her down on all fours on the large bed, Brandon climbed up on it and got into position behind his buddy’s beautiful mother.  Caressing her soft beautiful ass, taking his time at this point to get her in heat, he then felt her trying to back herself onto his jutting prong.  But he leaned back a bit, not giving her what she was craving, wanting her to beg for it as his now hand guided cock was used to brush itself up and down her agitated slit.  And beg she did, as Mrs. Morris was panting for breath she cried out “Fuck meeeeeeeee …………………….fuck me, you bastard ……………………..fuck me like a bitch in heat!”  And then he complied, giving her the cock satisfaction that she was craving, getting her to squeal “Ohhhhhh, Brandon ……………………….ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …………………..oohhhhh, yesssssssssssssss ……………………..fuck meeeeeeeeee ……………………….fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

That next morning, as they awoke in each other’s arms, Mrs. Morris then looked at the time and was in a bit of a panic as she announced that “I’ve got to get up and get dressed!  I’m on the refreshment committee at church today and can’t get out of it at this point!  I need to get there before the service starts or people will be looking for me!”  Watching as the beautiful Mrs. Morris brushed her silky blonde hair, slip into a nice dress and then her white heels, Brandon’s cock was again rising to the occasion.  With his clothing outside next to dining room table, he waited till the trembling Mrs. Morris was dressed and ready to leave before exiting the bedroom …………………making the beauty shamefully lead him out of the bedroom to where his clothing lay …………with her trim manicured fingers wrapped around his cock to pull him along!

With his cock jutting out from a raging hardon, he smiled at Mrs. Morris before announcing that “There’s no way that I can put my cloths on …………………….not with the hardon you gave me!  Pushing her down to her knees before him, the beauty reached up to stroke his throbbing boner, then began to shuck him off with her fist.  The look on her face told it all when he told her to “Suck me, Mrs. Morris!  Wrap those beautiful lips over me and suck me off!”  Brandon smiled in seeing her horrified look, and thus he asked “You never sucked cock before, have you, Mrs. Morris?”  When she shook her head ‘no’, Brandon chuckled “Just like taking communion at church, Mrs. Morris!  Open your lips wide!”  “Ohh, yeah ………………….that’s it ……………oh, yeah ………………….suck it …………………….suck it, bitch!”

It could very well have been that Saturday night that had done the trick, for a couple months later, both Josh and Tim were trying to comprehend the fact that they’d soon become big brothers to a new sibling.  But it could also have been one of the three motel fuck sessions that Brandon had the following week that did the trick to put the beautiful Mrs. Morris in the family way once again.  ‘Damn, that beautiful bitch sure as hell has turned into a fucking little nymphomaniac!’ Brandon chuckled as he and his buddy’s mother had met weekly at his favorite motel at least once a week since then, with a couple of times with him sneaking over to the house to give her a quickie.

One weekend afternoon at the Morris’ home, as Brandon overlooked the poolside from the kitchen window on the pretense of getting a glass of water, he watched as Mr. Morris raced with Josh across the pool while young Tim looked on.  Unknown to Mr. Morris and his sons, the lovely Mrs. Morris had just gotten home after doing some grocery shopping.  As he continued looking at the outdoor scene, the beautiful wife and mother was busy entertaining their guest ………………………kneeling between him and the kitchen sink as she proceeded to pull down the swimming trunks that he wore!  Five minutes later, with his swimming trunks pulled back up, Brandon was back out at poolside telling his buddy’s father that “Mrs. Morris just got back!  She says lunch will be ready in about ten minutes!”

Another beauty, another such innocent and faithful wife to succumb to the handsome young jock was that of the senior class’s high school counselor, the lovely Mrs. Gwen Stafford.  Once the school’s goal of having all the graduating seniors placed, Mr. Stafford threw a cockout at the suburban home that he shared with his beautiful wife and two young teens attending the local middle school.  The goal had been achieved midway through the school year, with each senior making his/her announcement as to which college, community college, technical school, or military service that he or she would be pursing after graduation.  Introduced to the counselor’s beautiful wife of about 35 years of age, Brandon wondered just how that nerdy counselor had landed such an outgoing and beautiful wife, getting Brandon to immediately tell himself ‘Damn, I gotta find me a way to get more counseling ……………………from this sweet little beauty!  I just gotta feel those long sexy legs wrapped around me!’
 

After the cookout was well underway, Brandon casually made his was over to where Mrs. Stafford was standing as she set out the paper plates and utensils for the occasion.  Hardon twitching with excitement, Brandon soon learned that the beautiful wife of his high school counselor was in the very same profession, being the school counselor for the private high school of St. Thomas across town.  And he did get to learn that lucky Mr. Stafford had met his beautiful wife in college as they had classes together.  Still, in looking and talking with the lovely beauty, he wondered ‘What does she see in that fuck’n nerdy bastard?  Bet that bastard has no fuck’n imagination and only believes in making love in the missionary position!  I can smell a hot streak in this beautiful Mrs. Stafford ……………all I need to do is to turn on that hidden switch ………………and she’ll turn into a fuck’n little nymph!’

Then the lovely wife inquired “How has the transition been in making the transfer over to Springdale for your senior year of high school?  Is Springdale High much different academic-wise from the one you had to leave?”  Wheels churning, especially upon learning that the beauty was also a high school counselor, a tantalizing ruse was forming in his devilish mind, Brandon responded with “No, academic-wise, it’s about the same from the school I was in!  It’s the social aspect here in Springdale …………………that differs so much ………………….makes it real hard to adjust …………………gets me feeling so frustrated at times!”

The concerned look on the brown-haired beauty told Brandon that his ruse was getting the kind of reaction that he had hoped for as Mrs. Stafford then inquired “Social problems?  But Mr. Stafford had commented to me, about your situation due to the rarity of having a transfer-in-senior, saying that he was amazed at how well you adjusted and that you had been readily accepted by the peers in your class!”  Brandon bit his bottom lip and nodded, acting as if he was troubled and in deep thought, which caused Mrs. Stafford to ask “What kind of social problems are you having, Brandon?”  Shaking his head ‘no’, he then advised that “I thought about going to Mr. Stafford but I didn’t think he could help me any …………………..especially since it’s not related to academics or anything like that!”

“Brandon, you can tell me, I’m also a school counselor and the students at my school come to me for any type of problems they encounter!” Mrs. Stafford advised.  Brandon feigned a wince, then purposed stammered some and relayed that “It ………………it’s not something that I can discuss with you ……………………………you being a woman and all!  Plus I don’t want this getting out to anyone!”  “Brandon, I’m a trained high school counselor and have been so for over ten years now!  I’ve probably heard all the problems that teenagers encounter in high school!  So please tell me what’s bothering you and you have my professional vow to keep whatever you tell me a secret!” she replied, adding a sound of professional authority.  “Not even to Mr. Stafford?” he plied.  “Not even to Mr. Stafford!” she replied.

“Now, remember …………………….you insisted!” Brandon warned.  As she nodded a ‘yes’, Brandon continued on with “It’s not the many friendships I’ve made here in Springdale!  Everyone’s been super nice, inviting me to all the parties and get-togethers, making me a part of the in-crowd or party group!  Where I came from, it was more of a big city life, way different than Springdale!  I really miss the type of social relationships that I had before!” “Are the girls that different here in Springdale?” he was asked by the beautiful high school counselor.  That’s when Brandon set the hook in advising that “I wasn’t seeing or dating a high school girl!  She ………………..was a beautiful woman …………………a beautiful woman …………….like you ……………a married woman …………………….who loved to have sex with me!”

The look of shock as the color drained from Mrs. Stafford’s face was priceless, for his comment had stunned her speechless.  “Honey, we’re ready to serve the food now!” came Mr. Stafford’s call from the far end of the backyard.  That snapped the beauty out of her stupor as she looked over to where her husband was standing and waved with her right hand.  With Brandon’s back blocking most of Mrs. Stafford from the outside crowd, he had boldly grasped her left wrist and slid his fingers down to caress her trim manicured fingers and intertwined them as he whispered “You’re beautiful, Mrs. Stafford!  I just wish we could be alone together!”  He both saw and felt the petite beauty tremble as she pulled her hand away from his and nervously rushed out to help serve the food.

Several times over the next hour, Brandon observed his counselor’s beautiful wife looking in his direction, her eyes glaring at him as she was certainly upset with him boldly and arrogantly proposition her right there in her own home.  Brandon just smiled at her each time, knowing that would only serve to infuriate her even more.  And his ploy work as the fuming beauty hid her anger when Brandon was assisting her husband by the grill, Mrs. Stafford politely asked her husband “Honey, as you’re still busy on the grill, would you mind sparing Brandon for a few moments?  He looks strong enough to carry the two bags of ice up from the freezer!”

With Mr. Stafford asking if he could assist Mrs. Stafford, Brandon jumped at the chance and replied “Sure, no problem!  It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Stafford!”  Following the sexy beauty, he eyed up her flawless legs till they were out of hearing range of the others to hear him whisper “Damn, you’re beautiful, Mrs. Stafford!  I just knew you wanted to be alone with me too!”  As Mrs. Stafford stiffly walked ahead, her fists now clenched from her fury with him, she briskly led the way to the stairway going down to the basement.  Stairway light flicked on, the lovely wife continued leading the way with her hand on the railing.

Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the infuriated beauty turned on him and sneered out “How dare you, young man! I ……………..mmmmm ………….mfffffff!”  Prepared and expecting this from the way he had been taunting her, Brandon grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her to him and planted a passionate kiss on her soft pink lips.  A struggle ensued for a few seconds, then Brandon felt her relax in his arms as her clenched lips parted to allow his tongue to snake into her mouth.  With her wrist now limp in his hand, Brandon then guided it down to the lump in his jeans.  Her limp manicured fingers instinctively responded by molding themselves over the pulsating lump, then squeezed the thick muscle and traced its length.

Kiss finally broken, Brandon moved away from the panting beauty and went to the freezer for the two large bags of ice.  Bags of ice in his hands as he neared the still recovering beauty, Brandon then advised her “One o’clock, tomorrow afternoon, Mercury Motel on Birch, a mile from here!  Get us a room!  Dress like you as do at St. Thomas!  I love my women in heels!”  Then Brandon headed back up the stairs with the bags of ice in hand, leaving the stunned beauty there alone in the basement of her home to contemplate what had just happened and what would happen if she complied with what he had advised her of.  It was not just a regular proposition, but a rather humiliating one as it was one where the faithful wife was to be the one renting the motel room in which she would commit adultery with a young stud, one the same age as the students that she counseled.

The next day, with her two children off playing with their friends and her husband watching a professional football game on television, Gwen Stafford was up in the master bedroom donning on a neat grey skirt and pink blouse, with a matching grey blazer, that she wore when going to her counseling job at St. Thomas.  But instead of the normal short 1” black heels that she’d wear to school, Gwen stepped into her 3” high heels that she used for evening outings or social events, after having rolled on a pair of black nylons that were never worn to school.  Having told her husband that she was going to the mall after lunch, she wondered if he’d noticed that she was rather nicely dressed for such an occasion, but then Gwen was not surprised when her husband did not even look up from the television set when he bid her goodbye.

Nervously pulling into the parking lot of the motel on Birch Blvd., Gwen looked about for the young man who had tormented and tempted her the night before.  She looked at her watch, it was a few minutes before one o’clock but he was no where in sight.  Afraid someone would see her car parked at the motel, Gwen drove around to the side so her car would be hidden from the street.  Clutching her purse nervously, she then got up the nerve to get out of her car and walk to the office.  Minutes later, room key in hand, she exited the office but still there was no Brandon.  Walking to the motel unit, she inserted the key, then turned as a car pulled up into the stall immediately behind of her. Turning, her heart fluttering, there was the widely grinning face of the handsome young stud behind the wheel.

Seconds later, alone in the motel room with the handsome young stud, Gwen panted in fear as it dawned on her the gravity of the situation that she had just put herself into.  ‘Oh, God, what am I doing?  I’m in a cheap motel room, with a teen ……………….the same age as some of those that I counsel at St. Thomas!  I’m about to cheat on my husband ………………..violate my marital vows ……………………..the wedding vows I gave to be true and faithful to my husband!  Why?  Why am I here?  What am I doing?’ she asked of herself.  Then the arrogant but handsome young stud plopped himself down into the armchair and ordered her to “Take your clothes off for me, Mrs. Stafford!  Show me that sexy bod of yours!  Show me what only belongs to Mr. Stafford!”
 

Her mind in total confusion, Gwen was torn between preserving her marital vows or pleasing this handsome young man who had her totally captivated by his male prowess.  She was not being forced or held there against her will, she could walk straight to the door and leave for home at that moment, but instead her hands went up to remove her blazer as she blinked back the tears of shame.  Top button of her pink blouse undone, her manicured fingers then slipped down to the next one as arrogant young stud looking on put herself on display for him.  Next button undone, she was then told to “Get up on the table, Mrs. Stafford!  I want help peel those nylons off your sexy legs!”

Gwen could not explain why she obeyed, feeling a strange of hold this handsome young teen had upon her, but she wanted him to touch her ………………………to make wild passionate love to her …………………………to give her a damn good fucking!  She shivered as her black heels were removed, then trembled as the teen’s large calloused hands slid up her nylon sheathed legs. As her nylons were been slowly rolled down her sexy legs and peeled off her trim feet by the handsome young stud, her outstretched foot suddenly came into contact with is hardon, causing Gwen to rub her pointed toes along the length of him.  Panting with excitement and anticipation, Gwen shuddered and stammered out “Brandon ………………you ……………….you’ll wear a condom, won’t you?”
 

Brandon chuckled upon hearing that as he continued undressing the beautiful high school counselor, then advised “You know I’m not, don’t you?  Besides, you really don’t want me to, do you?  It’ll make our fuck even more exciting, don’t you think …………….the thought of you cheating on your husband ………………..getting yourself laid by a young stud ……………………a student your husband is the counselor for ………………and maybe getting yourself knocked up in the process!”  Brandon slid his hands up her soft creamy legs, then reached further up to undo the button to her skirt.  Soon, that piece of garment lay upon the floor atop of the sheer nylons, and then Brandon was reaching up for the black panties that she wore.

Moments later, after having stripped the attractive high school counselor naked on the motel room’s table, Brandon stripped off his clothing and fisted his throbbing boner.  Crawling atop of the flimsy table, rubbing his hairy chest atop of the beauty’s breasts, Brandon soon felt her hardened nipples responding against him.  Then the lovely Mrs. Stafford was wrapping her trim arms and legs around him as he fitted his thick cockhead against her horny snatch.  Hearing her pant in heat as he brushed the tip of his boner up and down the length of her, he smiled upon hearing her beg “Please ..………….please ……………do it ……………….do it ………………..make love to me!  Damn it, fuck me …………………….fuck me, you bastard!”

Holding his cock at bay, Brandon then taunted the frantic beauty with “Mrs. Stafford ………………..do you speak that way to the students you give counseling to?  Shame on you, for using such nasty language!”  “You bastard!” Mrs. Stafford sneered as tried to arch up to get his cock into her, but Brandon merely edged on back to deprive her of succeeding.  “Oh, Brandon ………………….please ……………………..please …………………..fuck me, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she begged.  Unable to hold back any longer himself, Brandon fitted himself to her and leaned into her, causing the beauty to swoon “Yessssssssssssssssssssss ……………………….oh, yessssssssssssssssssssssssss ……………………..oh, Brandon ……………………..fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ……………………fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The flimsy table in the motel room shook and swayed under the weight and movement, but it held up under the frantic coupling taking place atop of it.  Young stud humping away at the beautiful high school counselor, giving her an education of what fucking was all about.  “You still want me to put on a condom, Mrs. Stafford?  I can pull out and put one on for you?” the stud asked.  The screwed beauty became frantic that such would now happen, tightening her arms and legs to prevent him from doing so, begging him “No ………………no …………………..don’t pull out ………………………..not now ……………….not now ……………………….do it in me …………………..do it in me!  I don’t care ……………………..I don’t care …………………..just don’t pull out!”
 

“You don’t care?  But I might get you pregnant, Mrs. Stafford!” Brandon retorted as he ceased the fuck motions and stilled his cock while half in her, asking tauntingly “Are you sure?”  He felt her arms and legs tighten around him as she frantically tried to get him to recommence the fuck.  As he twitched and swelled his half-embedded cock, the once faithful wife panted desperately for him to “Fuck meeeeeeee ……………………fuck me, pleaseeeeeeeeeee …………do it …………………….do it in me …………….I don’t care …………………….knock me up with your baby ………………………I don’t care …………………….just FUCK meeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  Then Brandon gave the beauty what she was craving for.

Just after 4:30 p.m., Gwen Stafford nervously turned up into her driveway, fearful that her unfaithfulness would be immediately detected upon entering her home.  Guilt had set in and Gwen felt as if a sign was glued to her forehead declaring her an ‘adulteress’!  ‘Surely Tom will know immediately that I cheated on him!  How disgraceful!  Having sex with an eighteen year old, a student that Tom is the high school counselor for, a teen just a few years older than my own children!’ she chided herself with.  But then she had to concede that ‘He sure taught me what sex was all about!  My God, he was insatiable!  Far more that Tom’s one timers on any particular day and then just passing out cold!’

Parking her car and walking into the house, Gwen stopped at the entrance of the den to announce “Honey, I’m home!”  Holding heels in hand, nylons rolled up and stashed in her purse as they were stained with her lover’s cum after he wiped himself off with them, Gwen clenched her cum filled cunny as her panties had been claimed by Brandon as a souvenir.  Gwen stood there prepared for the accusation of her unfaithfulness, yet it did not come as her husband merely replied with a ‘Hi, hon!’ while continuing to watch the television set.  Gazing at her sitting husband, Gwen observed that the only difference from when she had departed was Tom now holding a beer can in his hand and the teams playing were wearing different color uniforms.

Having received the reception that she had gotten, Gwen then headed towards the bedroom while thinking ‘You can watch all the football you want from now on, Tom!  Go ahead, don’t pay any attention to me, I don’t care because I can certainly find some young stud who’s interested in bedding me!’  In the master bath of her bedroom, Gwen opened the medicine cabinet and reached for the bottle of douche.  Holding the bottle in hand, she looked at it, then put it back as she thought ‘The hell with it!’  She then stepped into the shower stall and adjusted the water, then moved under the hot spray of water to wash the smell of sex from her well-fucked body.  But she did nothing to wash out the potent seed filling her twat to the brim.

Under the shower, Gwen’s mind relived the afternoon’s events that took place right after the fucking she got upon the flimsy table.  On the motel room bed, she then got herself fucked like a bitch in heat while on all fours.  Waking up after a short nap to find her young lover still asleep, she had fondled his genitals and manhood, then had gotten herself up on the saddle to ride home the derby winner till his upright canon erupted like a volcano!  And then, on all fours again, she had to bite down hard into the pillow to keep her screams from being heard as she got herself buggered for the very first time in her life and her tender ass was still smarting from being butt-fucked!

Running her tongue over her lips and the roof of her mouth, Gwen shuddered at the recollection of what she had done next.  Never before had she taken Tom’s manhood into her mouth, no matter how he had pleaded for her to suck him, but she had done so without hesitation when her young lover had asked her to take him into her mouth.  Gwen shuddered, not believing that she had done so without putting up any type of fuss to Brandon’s request, especially since he had just gotten done sticking his cock up her virgin asshole!  She had eagerly opened her lips to clean him off and get him hard in her mouth.  But he was totally drained at that point, so she now looked forward to next week, as Brandon had told that the first thing on the agenda would be for her to get down on her knees and he was going to teach her how to give him a blowjob!

Springdale’s popular female gynecologist was soon to find her appointment schedule fill up with new patients, actually they were old patients of the practice that she had bought from the retiring physician several years ago, women who were now starting their second families.  With a number of older women coming in pregnant, she had to laughingly wonder if ‘Is it the water?’  Little did she suspect that it was just one horny young stud that was responsible for helping build her practice.

End of Story.