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A long, hot summer

... minute as she worked herself to her last climax. We lay there afterwards. “You’re emptied out, aren’t you?” she asked. “Yes.” “Dear boy, you did wonderful. I’ve never had a man do it so many times.” “Did you set a record?” “For today.” After a minute she said, “Monday you send Harry over as soon as he gets there. I’ll leave the back door unlocked and you come over at eleven or so. You can join in then, but Harry deserves a first time all by himself, don’t you agree?” I nodded and she asked, “You father works tomorrow too, right?” “Half day.” “Come over at 9:30 then, just like today. Is there anything special you’d like?” “Remember how you dressed for my graduation party?” “With my dress cut down to below my breasts? No bra?” “Yes, and beautiful makeup and beautiful hair. Your hair was like a Gibson Girl’s. Do it up like that.” She laughed, “You like elegant ladies, don’t you?” “Yes. I want you to be the most beautiful woman I ever make love to.” “How could I resist a man who talks so sweetly?” I showered and went home; I spent the rest of the evening reading and enjoying the thorough exhaustion and soreness she had left me with. The next morning I went over as she had said and found her in her blue satin sheer evening gown that stretched beguilingly over her large breasts and flaring hips. Her hair was done up to show off her neck just like a Gibson Girl, with a few small seductive tendrils of hair lightly curling down her neck, and her makeup was subtle and artistic. I ...

... stared at the red of her lips and was afraid to kiss it for fear of ruining the illusion. She turned around for me and asked, “Do I meet with your approval?” “You are the loveliest woman in the world,” I said. She said, “Come and get me, big boy!” and ran laughing up the stairs. When I entered the bedroom, she stripped me bare and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt before me and asked, “What do you want to do to me first?” I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out her lube, which I rubbed on my cock and in the valley of her breasts. “I’ll pay the dry cleaning this time, young man, since it’s for your graduation, but I’ll have you know this dress is most expensive and semen is hard to clean out of it.” I laughed and pushed my throbbing cock between her tits. I thrust upwards, watching my cock between her tits and the look of passion on her face and soon spewed mightily all over her dress, neck, and chin; one stream shot up into her hair and another onto her cheek, and I rubbed them in as she smiled. “Was it as good as you wanted?” “Yes.” “Why a Gibson Girl in particular?” “Well, ever since I was little I just thought they were so pretty. Then a couple of years ago I found a book of Gibson’s best illustrations in the library, and ever since the. The way the women were gorgeous with long necks, and very proud of themselves and sometimes a bit stuck-up, you know, like they knew just how beautiful they were? I’ve had fantasies ever since about making them so happy ...