Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 22:16:50 +0000 From: T IM Subject: Mrs. Palmer When I was a kid, the love of my life was Mrs. Palmer. She moved into our neighborhood when I was 11 or 12, and I fell for her instantly. I was a skinny, nerdy kid who could never seem to find a girlfriend. She was in her thirties and divorced. She was a very outgoing sort, and quickly made friends with most of the people in the neighborhood. She became fast friends with my mom, so I saw her a lot. She was chubby, with short reddish-brown hair. She wasn't conventionally pretty, but I was attracted by her fun-loving free spirit. I wasn't the only one, either. Every teenage boy in the area had a fantasy about her. I'm sure most of our dads, and some of our moms, did too. It was speculated among us kids that since she was divorced, she was probably desparately craving a good fuck. My friend Bill and I used to discuss our fantasies of Mrs. Palmer, while hidden safely away in one or another of our forts. It was Bill who first opened his pants and started stroking his hard dick while we talked about her. "C'mon, man! You do it, too!" he urged. I was shy about this, but I took out my cock and started stroking it. I wasn't able to come the first few times, but eventually both Bill and I were shooting wads, dreaming of Mrs. Palmer. When we were 15, a day came when Bill needed more than jacking off. It was August, hot and muggy, and we were hidden away in his treehouse. We'd started our fantasies, and decided to strip completely. Bill was so horny he was going berserk. "Damn, I was she was here with us right now. She'd do anything we wanted. I'd make the bitch do it." He grabbed my chest, squeezing my scawny pecs and pinching my nipples. "Nice tits, Mrs. Palmer!" "Knock it off, fucker," I told him. "That's right; I AM a fucker, and I'm gonna fuck! You be Mrs. Palmer, OK?" "You're crazy!" Suddenly he was kissing me, pulling my nipples, and squeezing my ass. I was scared, but at the same time, I was getting aroused, too. I wore my hair longish back then, and his hands were hooked in it. He forced me to my knees. His stiff prick poked at my face. I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip in my hair. "C'mon, suck it, bitch..." he hissed. I opened my mouth, and he plunged in. He was thrusting in so deep I was gagging. "Oh, you hot, horny, bitch! You like sucking cock, don't you, Mrs. Palmer?" I moaned on his cock. That excited him more. He was moaning, and egging me on. He screamed as he came in my mouth. I wasn't expecting that. I was over being scared, but I wasn't prepared for a mouthful of cum, and I swallowed some before I could spit it out. "Oh yeah, that was great," Bill growled. "You're great cocksucker! Now I wanna fuck you." He shoved me back onto some cushions that we had up there. Now I was getting scared again. "Please, Bill...don't buttfuck me!" "It's cool. I won't," he promised. He lay on top of me, spreading my legs. He was hard again already, and I was throbbing. He lay with his boner against mine, and started to hump me. He hung his head down, kissing me, sometimes snatching a lovebite or two at my nipples. "I'm coming, Bill!" I yelled, and he caught me in a deep liplock. I came all over my belly and chest while he kept humping me. A few minutes later, he came a second time, covering me with his load. I freaked when he started to lick me clean. He said, "You know that if I'd really shot my cum all over Mrs. Palmer, I'd definitely lick HER clean. Every inch!" So Bill and I became lovers for a few months. We'd meet and blow each other, or give each other hand jobs, or just play around. This went on until Bill, lucky bastard, got a girlfriend. I was jealous that he had one and I didn't, and I was frustrated at losing my newfound lover. I became very withdrawn and weird. One evening, I was out walking and I took a shortcut through Mrs. Palmer's backyard. I was walking close to the house, and as I passed beneath her bedroom window, I heard Mrs. Palmer's voice. "Oh God, Jill! Your tongue feels fantastic! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh!" My cock instantly grew hard. I wanted to see this. I'd seen pictures in porno magazines of two women together, and that always excited me. I darted over to the patio. Mrs. Palmer had some big wooden chairs, and I carried one as quietly as I could to that window. I perched on the back and peered in. Mrs. Palmer was writhing on the bed, naked, her fingers tangled in the hair, slim, hot-looking brunette. The brunette's face was buried in between Mrs. Palmer's thighs, and her head was wobbling from side to side. I watched as Mrs. Palmer bucked and squealed in orgasm. The brunette raised her head and crawled beside her. The two women kissed. I got a look at the brunette's face. It was Miss Hogan, my math teacher. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Miss Hogan was a beautiful young thing, new at our school, who was giving all the boys wet dreams. I could have sold tickets to this show. No one would possibly believe this, I thought, as I watched Mrs. Palmer strap on a dildo and ride the lovely Miss Hogan. My pants were down in a heartbeat, and my hand was jerking my rod. i came on the side of the house, but my dick didn't soften. I kept stroking, and worked up to a pitch again. I saw Miss Hogan get out of bed and dress. Mrs. Palmer threw on a robe, and they walked out of the room. I was still jacking off, thinking about what I'd just seen. Suddenly I heard the back door open, not the front! I stood motionless. Miss Hogan had parked in the alley and sneaked in the back, and Mrs. Palmer was escortin gher to her car, using a flashlight instead of turnin gon the floodlight, to keep things secret. I heard them kiss and fumble in the dark, then the car started, and pulled away. Mrs. Palmer walked back to the house. Soon she'd be inside, and I would get the fuck out of here. Then she shined her light on the patio, where the chair was missing. The light played along the side of the house and caught me, pants down, cock in fist. "What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed. "Ummm, uh, nothing....I'm sorry..." I stammered. She shut off the light and walked closer. "What did you see?" "Enough," I squeaked out. "Hmmm, well, you'd better come in, and we'll talk about this." (more to come)