Chapter 1
Jessica stretched and yawned as she came into the kitchen, and her mother looked at her and grinned.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Mary said. "I thought you were going to sleep all day."
Jessica yawned again. "What time is it?"
"Almost ten," Mary replied.
"I had an eight o'clock class all semester, and this is the first chance I've had to sleep late," Jessica said.
"That's okay," Mary said. "What can I fix you for breakfast?"
"Whatever you've got, Mama. I don't expect you to wait on me."
"Let's agree that I won't go out of my way, honey. I've got some waffle batter left from your dad's breakfast, and there's plenty of bacon."
"That sounds good," Jessica said.
Mary put the skillet on the burner and tossed on three pieces of thick-sliced bacon. "I think you've grown a little. You look taller, anyway."
"When I graduated from high school, I was five-foot-ten, Mama, and I'm still the same," Jessica laughed.
"Well, you look taller," Mary said as she poured batter into the waffle iron. "Maybe it's just because you've been away to college."
"College makes you grow mentally, not physically, Mama." Well, it did make Jessica grow physically, in a way, but she didn't want to get into a discussion of the birds and bees with her mother. "You probably think I'm taller because you haven't seen me in three months."
"Well, maybe so," Mary said. "Do you want coffee?"
"Yes, please, black, no sugar."
"Well, that's a change," Mary said. "You used to drink it with cream and enough sugar to make a humming bird sick."
"I've changed, Mama."
"I suppose you swill beer now, like all the others at college. I can't do much about that, but if I even suspect that you're using drugs of any kind, I'll come down on you like a ton of bricks!"
"I prefer wine, Mama, good wine, and I don't do drugs of any kind. I don't even like to take an aspirin unless it's absolutely necessary."
Mary set the plate in front of Jessica and watched a few moments as she dug into the waffles. "Keith called early this morning," she said, referring to Jessica's former boyfriend.
"He didn't waste any time," Jessica laughed. "Did he leave a message?"
"Just that he'll pick you up at seven," Mary said, her tone tinged slightly with scorn. "Pretty cheeky of him, if you ask me."
"It is, Mama," Jessica agreed, "but I'll fix his wagon tonight. I've told him a dozen times or more that I'm not going to sit around and wait for him, but he just won't listen. Knowing him, he's dating every woman who'll go out with him, but he doesn't want me to even talk to other guys."
"Well," Mary said indignantly, "talk about double standards!"
"My feeling exactly, Mama, and I'll fix him tonight." Jessica pushed her plate away and licked her lips. "Thanks for breakfast. Maybe I'll even get real ambitious and get up early and cook breakfast for you and Daddy."
'That'll be the day," Mary laughed. She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Anyway, it's good to have you home. Your dad keeps telling me that I've got to cut the apron strings, but that's not so easy."
"I'm nineteen, Mama, and all grown up," Jessica said.
Mary looked at her daughter's voluptuous body and shook her head. "Yes, you're certainly grown up, honey, but I can't help the way I feel. All I can promise is that I'll try not to let it get in the way."
"I know, Mama," Jessica said softly, patting her mother on the upper arm, "and I'm not complaining, really. At least you've always paid attention to me and had time for me, and that's more than lots of my girlfriends can say about their mothers."
Keith took Jessica to a young adult club and immediately drifted away to hang with his buddies. Hanging with a bunch of giggling females wasn't her idea of fun, and she dragged him away from the guys for a couple of dances, then lost her patience.
"Let's go," she said. "I don't like it here."
"I don't understand why you wanted to leave," he said as they walked to his car. "You always liked it here before."
"Well, I don't now," she replied. "I wish you could take me to a nice place."
"This place is cool," he said sullenly.
"I mean a place where adults go, a nice restaurant or a night club," she snapped. "I'm tired of pop, and beer makes me pee."
"Well, aren't you all grown-up suddenly?" He started the engine and looked at her. "Want to go somewhere and park?"
"No, take me home. We'll sit on the swing on the front porch and talk."
His face fell. "I had something else in mind."
"I know," she replied, her voice neutral.
They drove to her house in silence. The house was dark and quiet. Early to bed and early to rise makes people dull, and she wondered if her parents got it on any more. They seldom went out, and when they did, their idea of a big night on the town was a greasy spoon and a boring movie. The rest of the time, they stayed home and stared at boring programs on the tube.
Keith plopped his ass on the swing and said, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know." Jessica sat down with her hip touching his and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Anything, I guess."
"Well, at least the swing is padded," he said.
She pulled her blouse open and leaned back and said softly, "Is a padded swing all you can think of to talk about?"
He was staring straight ahead, and didn't see what she was up to. "You're the one with the brains," he said, "straight A's all through high school and all kinds of academic honors and even a merit scholarship. I had to take an athletic scholarship, and to a small school at that. You don't like to talk about sports, and I don't know what to say to you."
"Sometimes, you don't have to say much." She put her hands under her bare tits and teased her nipples with her thumbs.
He finally looked at her, and nearly choked on his tongue. "God damn, Jessica, what are you doing?"
"Playing with my tits," she giggled. "You said you had something else in mind. Do you want to play with them?"
"Right out here," he blurted, "on the front porch? What about your parents?"
"What about them? The lights are off, and the house is quiet, so they're probably sound asleep. I don't think they do it any more. Isn't that a shame?"
"God damn, Jessica, what's got into you?"
I thought you wanted to fuck me." She pulled her blouse closed and held it with one hand and stood. "If you don't, I'll go to bed and do it myself."
"Don't go," he said quickly.
She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, and he reached up and squeezed her tits. She straightened up and reached under her skirt and smiled coyly as she tucked the hem under her chin and pushed her panties down to her thighs, then brushed her hand over her bush. "Do you want me to take my panties off?"
"You're crazy," he muttered.
"I heard that a woman who's a little off center is the best fuck."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Oh, around," she snickered. "I don't have to study that hard to make good grades." She extended her second finger and held it up to him.
"Do you know what that is."
"It's your finger, silly."
"It's my fuck finger, the one I rub my clit with." She put the tip in the top of her slit and rubbed her clit slowly. "See, like this."
"Jesus," he muttered, staring at her finger.
"Push your pants down," she said quietly.
"If someone comes along, we're going to be in deep shit," he muttered.
"Do you want me to take my panties off? You can't have what's under them unless I do, and I won't take them off unless you push your pants down."
He fumbled with his belt and zipper, then pushed his pants down to his ankles. "I still think you're crazy."
She took off her panties and dropped them on the swing. "But you want to fuck me, so you'll hang around, right? Do you want me to take my skirt off?"
"What do I have to do?"
"Show me how a guy jacks off." She knew how a guy got himself off. One of her professors loved to jack off for her. She just liked to watch a guy jerk his dick.
She waited until he took his cock in his right hand and started stroking it, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "Hmmm, that looks interesting."
She picked her skirt up and tossed it on the swing with her panties, then straddled his legs and pulled his left hand into her crotch. He rubbed his fingers roughly through her luxuriant strawberry-blonde bush, and she wiggled her ass so his fingers touched her pussy lips, wet with her juice.
"Mmmmmm, I like to get felt up," she whispered.
He stopped pulling his pud and reached up to squeeze her tit as he pressed his fingers into her fleshy quim, mashed her clit under his thumb and snaked two fingers in and out of her tight channel.
"Oh, God, that feels good," she whimpered.
He pinched her fat nipple and twisted his fingers in her cunt, and her clit and nipples swelled and her pussy quickly reached the boiling point. She whimpered softly and hunched on his fingers and reached down, wrapped her fist around his dick, and pulled it insistently.
His prick was almost fully erect, partly from her zealous manipulation and partly from the uniqueness of the situation, and her hand vigorously stroking and squeezing his cock befuddled his brain just enough that he didn't much care that they were sitting on the front porch.
She released his cock, turned around and backed over his lap, reached between her legs and grasped his stiff rod.
"God damn, Jessica," he gasped, "what do you think you're doing?"
She giggled and wiggled the tip of his cock through her watery slit. "Can't you tell? I'm going to sit on your cock. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"God, I didn't think you would go this far, not out here."
"Don't be so dense, Keith. Where else did you think we were going to do it, in the living room, or maybe in my bed?"
She held his cock upright and sat down abruptly, taking him to the hilt in her slick sheath with a loud sigh.
"God damn, Jessica, I don't know who you are anymore."
"Maybe you never did," she replied calmly. She wasn't about to tell him that she liked to fuck older men, men at least in their thirties, and doing so changed her whole outlook on life.
He wanted to stop her, before she went too far, but her tight cunt aggressively squeezing his cock rendered him nearly helpless, and all he could do was go along with her titillating behavior. A form materialized on the sidewalk and took shape, and he held his breath, sure they were going to be discovered.
"Oh, look," she whispered, "a man is walking by. Do you think he's going to get any nooky tonight? Maybe he's already had some, and that's why he's out walking."
"God damn, Jessica, he can see you!"
"Of course, he can," she whispered harshly. "Don't talk so damn loud."
The man stared at the porch, sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Damned if it didn't look like a young woman was naked and sitting on a man's lap. But that couldn't be, that would mean they were...no, they couldn't be doing that, not on an open front porch! His steps slowed, then stopped.
Jessica squirmed on Keith's cock. "What if he came right up here on the porch and watched us?" She wriggled again, harder, and giggled softly, lewdly.
Keith didn't know what came over him. He should have left, right then and there. Instead, he put his right hand between Jessica's legs and found her erect clit with his middle finger. He couldn't have missed it if he had tried, it was so big and hard and slick. He cupped one of her tits with his left hand and kneaded it and slowly frigged her clit.
Feeling positively brazen, Jessica added a gentle, short-stroke up and down motion to her squirming. Keith's prick felt so good, and if she didn't think about it, she wouldn't know that it wasn't hung on an older man. The more she squirmed and humped, the better it felt, and she grew more daring and moved up and down more boldly, sliding her fiery cunt slowly up his cock until only the head was still inside her, then slowly impaling herself completely on him again, sighing with contentment.
The man shrugged and walked on, and Keith started breathing again.
Jessica wondered what she would've done if he had come on the porch to see what they were doing. Suppose he discovered they were fucking, and instead of raising a ruckus, he had taken his cock out and stuck it in her mouth? The idea of two men fucking her at the same time nearly blew her mind. "Damn, he left," she hissed, "just when it was getting really good."
"It's still good," Keith muttered. "Since you've gone this far, don't you dare stop now."
"Ooohhh, no, baby," she groaned, "it's good for me too."
She swung her ass more furiously, widening the circle as she levered herself up and down faster and faster, and when she went all the way down on his rampant rod, she twisted her body vigorously, making her tits jiggle crazily. She stared into the dark, wishing another man would come along and watch her get off. Or even a woman. Anybody. She wanted someone to watch her fuck and cum!
She put her hands on Keith's knees and fucked faster. More wanton pleasure flooded through her exuberant body, and she tightened her cunt muscles and rode his cock harder.
"God damn, you're hot," he muttered.
"like a firecracker, baby." She felt so experienced, so mature! "Hang on, and I'll take good care of you."
"Yeah, you already are," he grunted, levering his hips to drive his cock deeper into her. He really didn't know her. She was totally different than the person who went away to college six months ago, and the difference bothered him.
She relaxed her cunt and excitedly worked it up and down his cock faster a few moments, then went down about halfway and stopped and clamped her pussy around his prick, leaned back against his chest, and rotated her hips in tight circles.
He grunted out loud and grabbed her tits and nearly pulled them off her chest.
"See," she whispered hoarsely, "fucking out here isn't so bad after all, is it?" She clenched his prick with her tight cunt muscles, harder than ever, and held on.
"As long as no one else comes along," he grunted. "What are we going to do if your old man comes out here and catches us?"
"I don't know what I'll do," she giggled, "but you'd better run like hell!"
She thought about that earlier, briefly, for less than a moment. The possibility of someone catching them excited her. If it was her father, she would deal with it, if and when it happened. In the meantime, what she wanted was stuck up her cunt, filling it, stretching it so delightfully.
She sat up, planted her feet on the floor and twisted her ass as she pumped up and down, screwing her snug sheath on his lovely lance. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned, "your cock feels so fucking good! Fuck with me, baby, make me cum, make me cum real hard!" She grabbed her swollen tits and slid her searing cunt up and down his rampant rod faster, with more fervor.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he growled, "go, get off on my hard cock and take my cum!" He worked his hips up and down, pistoning his prick in out of her pussy, driving his shaft deep into her each time she dropped her wriggling ass heavily and impaled herself completely.
"Ooohhh!" she grunted. She bit her lower lip to keep from yelling as her orgasm spread through her rapidly and shattered her senses with rapture. She bucked and jerked furiously with each contraction of her torrid pussy and gasped, "Give me your cum! Give it to me now!"
Another orgasm whipped through her and she squeezed her tits and her head tossed this way and that, making her long strawberry-blonde hair fly wildly. Her legs weakened, her strokes grew shorter and less powerful, but she managed to fuck him satisfactorily, skewering herself completely on each downward thrust.
He continued to drive his prick into her ruthlessly, sending his cockhead as deep into her cunt as it would go. "I'm going to cum, baby," he rasped.
"Ooohhh, fantastic, baby," she moaned. "Shoot it in me, I'm cumming again!"
She felt his hard cock swell and throb hard, and her pussy quaked again as ecstasy washed over her. He rammed into her and lifted her feet off the floor, and his scorching jism gushed into her. She bit her lower lip again and continued to impale herself on his cock until it stopped squirting.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest, her cunt muscles instinctively rippling and milking his prick. Her tight sheath stopped twitching and she gave her tits one more squeeze, then twisted her head around. He kissed her and thrust his tongue down her throat, and she moaned deep in her chest, then broke the kiss and put her head on his shoulder.
"That was so good, and so exciting," she said softly.
"You scare the hell out of me," he mumbled. "Why, because I fucked you on my front porch?"
"Well, yeah, but you're like a different person."
"I am different, Keith. I've been gone six months, and I've grown up."
"Yeah, but there's something else about you. All that business about wanting to go to a imagine restaurant and night clubs. I don't like that stuff. And I don't see why you can't transfer to my school so we can be together all the time."
"Why don't you transfer to my school?"
"You know that I can't," he said, almost whining. "I'm on an athletic scholarship, and I can't transfer it. It's easier for you to transfer."
He put an extra letter in athletic, but she didn't correct him. "Keith, I told you, I'm studying geology, and your school can't compete with The School of Mines."
"Well, why don't you study something else? Why do you want to be a geologist anyway?"
"I won't change majors, and I won't change schools," she said firmly, "so that's that."
"Are you kissing me off?"
She got off his lap and gathered up her clothes, then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. Count this as your farewell fuck. See you around."
She sauntered to the door without a backward glance. She didn't like being so rough on him, but he wanted to impose restrictions on her that she couldn't live with. If he didn't already have one at school, he'd find another girlfriend, one more his speed, with a body like hers, but one not nearly as smart, a dumb Dora with a strong libido.