Chapter 12

If the eighties were the decade of when "greed is good" then the nineties were all about contacts.

A bit of a time jump from chapter 11. Its now the early to mid nineties, I'm 22 years old now. Mai, Mom and myself used our contacts extensively. We all now live together in the penthouse that Alex and Maisey purchased. Clothing is optional. They were happy to have tenants who were known to them. Mom and I still kept our house at Summerland estate and through their property firm got a TV company to take a long term lease to the property to use in a daytime soap. They were happy about the deal as being in an enclosed estate they didn't have to worry about people wandering onto the set after they had finished shooting. Also as we were still the owners I could go back whenever to use the golf course.

Anne and I were an on and off again pairing. Whenever she was home from the golf tour we would hook for some great sex but we were both too competitive and some silly argument usually ended the stay. I finished my Phys Ed course and even joined Anne on tour for a month. I prepared a series of exercise routines to improve her muscle tone and flexibility. Over the next three weeks she compiled two top tens and a top five finish. She desperately wanted me to stay with her but I had to get back. This of course started another argument.

Using my contacts the golf club had decided to give my exercise course a shot and had allowed me use of a room under the club house. My first class had three starters, then eight for the next and from then on I averaged about twenty at a time. Tuesdays was ladies only, Friday was a mixed group, Saturday morning I ran a class for the juniors while the male members were a bit reluctant to try out with me.

I had just finished my Tuesday group and most of the ladies had left when Chelsea, Anne's stepmother, entered the room. She was dressed in a deep blue blazer and matching skirt that set off her blonde hair. She was impeccably made up and walked with a regal grace that made the other women look as if they limped along. Her skirt came to her knees but was slit up the side so her left leg showed as she moved. She walked right up to me and asked if I could be hired for personal instruction as Anne had described how your movements improved flexibility. Some of the women still in the room looked at me and snickered as they left us alone. We arranged to meet at her house in an hour as this would give me time to tidy up, shower and change.

I left my car at the club and walked to Chelsea's house. I knocked and the door opened enough for me to hear Chelsea call me up. I closed the door behind me and made my way upstairs to her bedroom. Chelsea had taken the hour to prepare herself and stood next to the bed in stockings, suspenders, thong and bra in purest white. Her breasts looked firm but possibly fake, her mid section was fat free and smoothly curved so as to draw your eye to the deep V caused by her thong as it was hiked up over her hip bones and pulled snugly against her pussy. Her long, stocking encased legs ended at a pair of white stiletto's which made her as tall as me. My cock was already twitching in anticipation as she walked towards me.

"If your charging by the hour you might want one of these." said Chelsea holding out a hand that contained a blue pill.

"I don't do drugs they mess up your mind." I replied

"This isn't for your head, this is for your cock. I plan to get my moneys worth for your time." again Chelsea offered me the pill.

"If I just wanted some in and out and then one shot I'd have sex with my husband. This makes him hard but he has no stamina to go the distance." spoke Chelsea doing a little twirl to show off the view from the rear.

I took the pill and started to undress but Chelsea told me to have a shower as she wanted me smelling nice and it took the pill a few minutes to kick in. I walked straight to the door in the wall that led to the ensuite that Anne and I had used before and Chelsea remarked that I knew my way around quite well. I stopped and turned but she just grinned and gave me a little wave that signalled me to go on. By the time I had showered and dried, my cock was like a rod of steel it actually felt slightly painful as if stretched beyond normal.

Chelsea whistled as I walked back into the room. She threw her arms around me and forced my cock straight up between us. We kissed hard and deep her hands keeping my head in place as her tongue explored my mouth. My hands did some exploring of their own working down the curve of her back to her arse and grabbing a handful each. As I bought them back I stopped to undo her bra. Pushing me slightly away Chelsea pulled her bra off and taking one of my hands in hers placed it on her breast. She moved back in to kiss me again and I kneaded her breast, tweaking her nipple and make her gasp.

She walked us back till we hit the bed and I fell flat on top of her. She pushed the top of my head down and trailling kisses down her neck I began suckling on those fantastic tits. I had been right, they were fake, even laying down they stood proud on her chest defying gravity. I gorged myself on the plump nipples taking them in my mouth and trying to suck them off her tit. Chelsea was moaning and groaning plus she kept pushing me down. Her legs hung over the end of the bed so I knelt on the floor and prepared to attack her cunt.

I could already smell the aroma of arousal as my tongue traced its way along her inner thigh. Chelsea reached to her side and popped the clips on her thong to enable me access to her sexual playground. I tossed the panties aside as I buried my nose in her pussy and breathing deep of her heated scent.

"Oh.yes... oh yes... oh thats it," she said, her body quivering. "Oh yes," she said again.

Spreading her legs even wider I looked up to see she had closed her eyes, concentrating on enjoying my attention to her private parts. She felt my long, flexible tongue flicking through the fleshy folds of her pussy. The electricity made her jerk, as my tongue slid through the moist folds of flesh. I worked one finger into her hole and then a second, twisting and spreading them to open her vaginal passage in prepartion of my penatration.

From that first day when she had stood on the verandah letting me see her panties I had fantasised about this day and now I was snacking on this steamy sex pot and she was enjoying every minute of it. I gave most attention to the area at the top of her pussy. The glistening flesh opened by itself, revealing her hard nub of a clit. I flicked it with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned beneath me. Her hands gripped and twisted the satin sheet into her fists. The muscles of her widely spread legs quivered in time with my questing tongue. She was grinding her teeth and breathing through them with her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing was deep and raspy but she still had enough breath to mouth the two words I had been waiting for, "fuck me."