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Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla


Vic parked his beat-up yellow Volvo in the parking lot of the gated community. He'd had a bit of difficult finding the place but he was here finally. He'd gotten directions by the security guard where to go and now he was looking up at the three story Spanish Mission style home in a rather affluent section of San Diego.

He looked at the flyer in his hand. He saw the number on the house. Yep... it was the place. Strange... there should have been more cars. The party was going to start at eight and he was a little early but no problem... he could help set up.

"Vic.. come on in! You're early!" came a voice from the open door as he stepped from his car and slammed the driver's door shut. He looked up and there was Wendy, beaming back at him at the home's front entrance.

Wendy... or Mrs. K as she was called by the local college students, had her head cocked to one side from around the door and was greeting him with the broadest of smiles. He stepped up the walk and began to profusely apologize about not bringing any beer for the party. The sexy fifty-three year old red-head pulled the door open and told him not to worry as there was plenty of beer in the cooler and much more in the fridge by the pool.

The truth was... eighteen year old Victor Brock wasn't old enough even to buy booze but Vic as he liked to be called, didn't want to seem "too young." Here he was; just starting out as a freshman at college and this hot lady counselor had been nice enough to hand him a flyer from her desk drawer for a student mixer at her house. She also was in his honest opinion; a total MILF and he'd noticed that when he'd first met with her to talk about the classes he needed for his first term. She was five foot six, about 129 lbs. and very sophisticated looking in her short business skirt and white blouse; quite classy...no he didn't want to seem too young.

What he didn't know was his youth and his "doe-eyed" innocence had been what made Wendy pull the flyer from the drawer. She had a roving eye for such qualities. What Vick also didn't know... was that no one else besides the two of them were coming to the party.

There had been one flyer given out and she'd told him, "invite only" for special students. All he knew now standing in her home was that she was still stunning! The difference now was she'd dropped the business outfit and put on a red shorty dress with spaghetti straps and some matching stiletto heels that hugged the ever-loving shit out of her 34c-29-36 figure - ever so fucking nicely!

He was special alright; to her anyhow! He stood six feet one inches tall and was muscled from four years of high school swimming and a bit of wrestling. He also had a long triangular torso and sinewy flanks under his shirt that she could tell were not marred by fat yet. With his blond curly hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes attached to a young gladiator body...she knew immediately that HE was the one to get the flyer. She also thought he was charming in a small-town boy dropped off in the big scary city sort of way... like lamb just waiting to be snatched up by a hungry cougar like herself!

"C'mon out by the pool Vic, I'll beer you!" she cheerfully told him as she took him playfully by the hand and led him through the house to the back patio. As they walked past a stone and adobe fireplace; Victor saw a younger Wendy in a wedding dress, standing next to a man in a tux. He saw the other photos on the mantle of him and her together; in vacations, dinners, out walking dogs on a beach someplace.

"So where is Mr. K?" Vic asked.

"Oh he's out of town on business this weekend and most of next week," Wendy replied. For a micro-second she frowned at the photos on the mantle and then explained, "He loves having parties here so he sends his regrets. He knows how important the student-body is to me!"

With that she put one arm around his waist and with her other hand slid the patio door open, guiding him through to the back yard; touching his ass ever so innocently in the process. Yep... it was firm... like a muffin tin. She nodded to herself with satisfaction and without him seeing.

In no time, she'd handed him a beer from the outdoor fridge and then flicked on some music at the pool bar sound system. He didn't even have so much as a clue what was coming. She asked him if he liked "oldies" he nodded and said "sure." Two seconds later and Prince's "Gett Off," blared through the speakers. Vic knew who Prince was, but he didn't know this song and he didn't know any of the connotations behind it. She found that so fucking hot in a "cougar that was preparing to pounce sorta way!"

"You know," she said, "the flyer said POOL PARTY, right?"

"Ummm yeah, sure," he answered.

"So where is it?" she asked. He stared back blankly in between sips of his beer.

"Your bathing suit," she said rolling her eyes.

"Oh.. here," he said. Opening his pants, he showed his suit underneath.

"So get off those pants of yours and get in the pool!" she directed playfully as she finished mixing her drink. She was bossy but with just the right amount; assertive but without putting him ill at ease. She was not at all new to this game; when a cougar stalks a buck... she knows better than to scare him off with a growl! Anyhow... her smiling no-nonsense manner was something he liked and he responded precisely the way she wanted.

He pulled his pants and shirt off like he was a high school sophomore back home in Iowa or Nebraska or where ever it was when he'd landed his partial scholarship. She liked it... he was green. She could cultivate this little piece of Vanilla beefcake; shaping it and molding it into what she wanted... he was malleable and she caught that vibe instantly.

His pants came off first. She noted strong powerful legs with quads like a bullfrog's. She also noticed that he wore a blue swim speedo. It was another plus...that package of his was sizable even if he wasn't excited yet; like he'd shoved a sweet-potato down the front of his suit!...How on earth did he swim competitively with that big anchor dragging through the water?

She also noticed that as he turned around, his muffin-tin buns had that wee-bit of a dent in the sides; denoting a muscled ass that was good for thrusting. Up-top when that shirt came off and landed on a deck chair his torso didn't disappoint either! Her eyes found a washboard tummy that was split down the middle with a lovely ridge; cut by countless high-school workouts and oh YESSSSSSS his sides were just as lean and sinewy as she'd guessed when she first appraised him through his clothes! All that ...and the fact that he had a face that was a cross between Matthew McConaughey and Owen Wilson beneath curly blond Adonis locks (like he was Michelangelo's David transformed from stone into flesh), and... well let's just say; she found herself getting a little dewy between her legs!

She knew it was time for her own turn at show 'n tell. She took a sip from her drink and then reached down to the hem of her dress; bringing the whole thing up over her head. She tossed the dress onto the same deck chair as his shirt and she was now met with the stunned wide-eyed silence she was looking for!

Wendy was wearing a stunning green micro-kini thong that was more emerald colored dental floss than suit! What's more... this kid from the heartland immediately noticed it was open a bit at the crotch; showing off Wendy's pink tulip and auburn haired landing strip. A tattoo of a small butterfly on her upper right thigh; just- even with her pussy completed the picture down below. Up top she had only two teensy emerald green triangles about the size of post-it notes covering her 34c tits and hard cherry nipples. One piece of green spaghetti string ran around to the back; holding her top in place. Nope, it wasn't a suit... it was a whispy suggestion of a suit that looked like it was drawn with a green sharpie on her beautifully sculpted body!

She loved the look on his face... it was as if she'd punched him in the mouth and with him being a bit wet behind the ears... he didn't realize his jaw had dropped open slightly! It was all too fucking funny for her and she took another sip of her Margarita to hide the fact that she wanted to cut loose with a chuckle. She snatched-up the tequila bottle from the bar and told him to grab a couple of shot glasses from the counter top along with the salt and the lemons. She then suggested that as long as they were dressed like this; the pool would feel nice... it was a pool party after all, yes?

He followed her to the water and down a set of concrete steps into the shallow end of the pool. At the water's edge he set the salt lemons and shot glasses on the concrete deck next to him with one hand and nervously sipped his beer with the other hand, trying to look like he was far too chill to be effected by Wendy's display. It wasn't working; as she stood before him in the water talking to him, she wasn't buying a moment of it...and neither was his cock that was rising in his speedo!

"So anyhow Vick," she asked noticing his swimming suit growing in the front with each second, "have you met any girls yet since you arrived at campus? I imagine you've already taken advantage of the co-ed dorm policy?" She sipped her drink and eyed his swelling package. She looked back up when he took too long to answer and when her eyes met his, he merely looked down at his beer. She was absolutely camping out in his head and fucking his mind HARD; this would be so much fun for her!

"No...not yet? Co-ed dorm policy?" He asked, still examining his beer and feeling her eyes looking straight at his; waiting for him to look back.

"Yesss," she purred, "when Marsha my assistant gave you your dorm room; you must have noticed there were girls down and across the hall from you and your room-mate, right?" She dropped her head down in a mocking sort of; c'mon let me look at you in those beautiful baby blues, sort of thing and it forced him to make eye contact; just as the tip of his cock breeched the front of his suit. Mama was oh so fucking in charge of this situation!

She turned and poured them both a shot. They toasted and went through the "salt, tequila, lemon" ritual and she noticed as he downed his shot that it got the best of him. Good. She continued with the conversation, setting the shot glasses on the edge of the pool deck and handing him back his beer.

"You must have realized there'd be a certain advantage to that...the co-ed policy I mean," she continued purring, "right?" Her smile was warm and her eyes stared directly into his. He wanted to look away but he couldn't.

God she was fucking hot... and intimidating for him! The young buck was looking straight into the face of the big she-cat just before the pounce and his mind was blank like he'd forgotten what human speech was. She'd asked him a question but all could do was stare into her amber brown eyes and ... well his answer was delightfully befuddled!

"Umm wh..advantage? ... Oh yeah, I think it's a good thing... I just haven't spoken to them yet." She had him completely derailed and yet he still was attempting to be cool.

"So, is there a girl back home then," she asked, "you are being loyal and not fucking anyone but her is it?" She wrinkled her nose when she said "fucking" and the effect was like another punch in the face to him... he found it so shocking and absolutely hot that there was a beautiful classy woman standing so close to him talking like this!

"Uh," he stammered, "y-yeah. There was a girl named Kelly back home. We'd dated steady in high school but she went off to another university and I went off to this one. We'd done it a few times but ... um now..uh..um..." He was being interrupted. Wendy's hands had pushed the front of his suit down in a deliberate swift motion and he felt her touch on "it."

Her hand was now on his cock; this was no accident. He may have been shocked but she was a deliberate pillar of calm. She scrutinized "it" with interest as she took a sip of her drink; as if she'd pulled the most remarkably spectacular diamond bracelet from a jewelry case and was marveling at it. Her lips pursed and she nodded her head as though she were listening to his yammering but within seconds it was obvious the head-nod was more something of appreciation; even awe. She was pleased she'd been correct about something; he was a GROWER- and a long hard one at that! What made it all even more comical and enticing to her was that this little babbling cub from the heartland just kept trying to keep the conversation going!

"So we did it...ummm a few times...and uhhhh we really liked.. each other, but...AAHHHHH ...it didn't look like it would work out and..we decided.. Um Mrs. K?"

"Yes Vick?" she said stroking his cock and taking a sip of her drink while looking back up to make sultry moon-eyes with him. In the background the Prince number had finished and Jason Derulo's Talk Dirty To Me was firing-up loudly with "I'M THAT FLIGHT THAT YOU GET ON..."

"There is nobody else coming to this party is there? I mean I can see th-th- tha..." he was cut short with her finger to his lips as she decided it was time to make his babbling stop.

"SSSHHHHHHH -Vic!" her voice cooed; sounding thick and soothing as honey, "you're absolutely right. Nobody is coming tonight besides you and me." She pushed his suit down further and continued with the same soothing whisper as her fingertips danced on his cock beneath the water and his penis throbbed and ached with each delicate wicked tickle,

"Let me explain something to you my lovely 'Vanilla Vick with the great big dick,' I noticed you when you came into my office earlier this week. When you returned today... I was waiting. I knew it was a Friday and that you'd make plans for tonight and possibly the whole weekend so I gave you a flyer. ...I gave you THE flyer; the only one of its kind. Now you're here, my hand is on your cock and you aren't resisting." He shook his head in disbelief and took a sip of his beer.

"Now," she continued with a bit of authority that was more businesslike than anything, "you've got some questions; I'm sure. ...First; NO - my husband doesn't really know. What's more... he can NEVER know. Second; I love cock. What's more ...I love young cock and young cock of a certain ...quality shall we say?" He nodded slightly, not able to believe this was happening as her hand now groped his balls; which felt to her like a pair of warm hairy boiled eggs in her hand.

She was amazed. Ohhhh what a big piece of lap-lumber he had! She'd actually underestimated things a bit; by the feel in her grip she guessed him to be about the same size of a sixteen ounce water bottle (with maybe another inch in length more than her trusty drinking bottle at the gym). She'd picked well!

"Now then," she whispered, "you are eighteen, I am fifty-three. We're both adults and you haven't protested. I am now going to propose that we behave like adults... adults who have a bar full of booze, a handful of nice fat cock, and a weekend full of time! My husband won't be home from his business trip until Wednesday and its only Friday night. Do the math!" With that she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a deep vampy devouring lip-chewing kiss; where her tongue rooted around in his mouth as her hand frigged that lovely horse-cock in her tight grip below the water's surface!

He didn't resist. Truth was he was so swept up in the moment and the momentum of it; he just let this sucking powerful sexual current she'd created take him wherever it decided to go! His speedo ended up resting on the bottom of the pool. Her micro-kini top (in between kisses between the torrid pair), went flying onto the concrete deck; revealing her two delectably tanned breasts with lovely cherry sized nipples on silver dollar sized areolas. Yep he was swept away... and couldn't have cared in the fucking least!

She sucked him. She had him stand on pool's steps as she did a deep rough voracious tonsil-fuck with her mouth. Vic could only grab her by her lovely red head... AND HANG ON! ...OH DEAR GOD THIS WOMAN COULD SUCK!!

It was all part of her plan... she wanted him to cum... she wanted him to blow his load now and not later when her orgasm was of the highest importance to her. She'd been around enough eighteen, nineteen and twenty-year-old cocks to know they had a habit of going POW! too early in the festivities; leaving her high n' dry. Not to worry; she was a seasoned fellatrix and she just so happened to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! giving head!

It was win-win for the both of them. She'd done this many times before with young guys...fresh from back home and still smelling like the last meal they'd had from Mom. She'd suck them to orgasm and then it would take them a while to cum again. She got to feel them shoot in her throat (something she craved) and then once they were hard again after some sucking and jerking; they could go... and go...and go -up inside her with reckless abandon! Vick lasted in her mouth about four minutes.

It seems that Wendy's deep throat technique was nothing short of exquisite for him and what's more; he'd never had a beautiful woman with so much experience and talent as the one now joined at his cock by her tonsils! He gasped... thrust loins into her face as her hands cupped his balls, and he blew a colossal load of warm briny boy-butter straight down the back of her throat! She may have supplied the drinks but apparently Vic had offered up the first savory appetizer of the evening and she gulped and swallowed his briny nut-custard with her appreciative eyes batting up at his from down near the water's surface!

As wonderful as the act was for him it was even more of a thrill for her. She loved the feel of a cock shuddering and spurting in either her pussy or her mouth as a young man thrashed his head from side to side in a snarling seizure. The fact that SHE was the cause for a heart-felt "man-spasm" and subsequent spunking made it all the more exciting! The knowledge alone made her clit and nipples rush and swell until they were hard enough to cut diamonds.

This time was no- exception either! Her nipples and clit now ached for relief and she needed to rub that throbbing hooded love-button of hers against SOMETHING wicked and MALE! Her fingers had been busily strumming away down between her legs through the entire deepthroat session, but it just wasn't enough; she needed a bit more something-SOMETHING!

She left him in the pool for a moment and trotted off to the deck-bar, telling him to be a good boy and "stay put." From his vantage point as she hopped over to the bar Vic had the perfect view of her bangin' hot ass. Her three visits to the gym each week had paid off once more as a spent young man, wallowing in in his own post orgasmic bliss with empty balls still was able to stare at the perfect 53 year old MILF ass and say, "OH FUCK YEAH!" She freshened up her drink, fished around for something below the bar. When she found it; she brought it, her Margarita, and a fresh beer for him back to the water.

"What is that?" he asked, taking the beer from her and staring up at a strange mystery device.

"It," she said, setting her drink down on the edge of the deck and sitting with her feet in the water and her bum on the edge, "is a set of nipple clamps." She fastened each clamp to her gumdrop titty-nubs; the clamps joined together by a fine gold chain connected to a lovely little pull chain - all glinting in the brilliant setting San Diego sun.

She told him how she loved to have her nipples teased and twisted and then she transitioned the conversation to how achy her clit was. She then told him a few rules about what she liked to call, "orgasmic" etiquette. First; she'd just gotten his rocks off but now she wanted to bust her girlie nuts and she expected his help. Secondly; she informed him that a gentleman should follow a two for one rule with orgasms; for every one that the man experiences... the lady should get two if the man expected to be called upon by her again!

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