My Sexy Summer Visitors (part four)

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After Jennifer came for her visit I was missing the loving we had made. I was still at home from college after my junior year. Being twenty-one I was always horny. Jen had really given me something to dream about and think of while I jerked my boner in the guest room. I found myself thinking more and more of Marge sleeping downstairs in the master bedroom. It’s hard to say what might have happened if Pauline, or Polly, hadn’t decided to come and visit us too. She was also a younger sister to Marge.  This was my hometown. I was staying with Margaret O’Kelly because my parents, retired, were on a fossil finding trip to South America. We no longer had a home here in town. Marge’s parents lived across town. It was not unusual for all of the girls, Jennifer, Pauline, and Olivia, Jen’s daughter, to come for visits. Especially since the old folks could no longer travel. Their father had been getting more and more senile. So Marge’s mother had to stay home with him all the time, but the girls all visited them often. Marge went over at least once a week. Anyway, it was easier for visitors to stay at Marge’s house so as not to be a burden on her mother. And Polly had now put in her appearance. She was going to spend a few days in the same bedroom that Jen had used just a couple of weeks earlier. Polly had the small breasts that ran in their family, and had long dark brown hair. All the ladies had brown hair, just different shades, and they all liked to keep it long. Polly was an academic. She was an associate professor at a women’s college. The whole family thought she was a lesbian. She had never married. She shared her home with various women over the years. She had always said it was to keep down expenses since she didn’t make that much at a small college, but we all knew she was into women. We really believed that, but never spoke of it to her. Besides, I think her personality made her naturally bahçesehir escort reticent about personal things. Upon arriving one afternoon, while Marge was still at work, I greeted her at the door with a hug. They had always been an affectionate family. Polly hugged me back and immediately, after we had taken her things up to her room, began to give me the third degree about how I was doing in school, what subjects I liked, whether I needed any help and so on. A true teacher through and through. Then she started in about my love life. I told her about my girlfriend who lived some thousands of miles away and she commiserated with me. “You must miss her terribly. I know young people well. I have taught them all of my life. You are missing her both mentally and physically. I am aware of the needs you young people have. How do you handle the lack of close physical contact Bill? I know at your age you must be sexually active. I also know you are bright enough to be using safe sex techniques. You are, are you not?” “Of course I am Polly,” I said blushing bright red. “I use condoms with everyone I have sex with. It would be easier if I were a lesbian, I suppose. I wouldn’t need rubbers.” I have no idea why I said that. It just slipped out. I was just so disconcerted by her questions. “Wait a minute Billy. Two questions immediately come to mind from that statement. First, who are you having sex with besides your girlfriend, and second, what do you know about lesbians?” “Oh, Polly, I really didn’t mean to say that. I’m sorry. We don’t mind that you’re a lesbian. I think it’s cool myself.” “Billy, you silly boy. I’m not a lesbian. Look, you’re old enough to understand a few things. I am bi-sexual. Do you understand. I like men and women. But I am not promiscuous. I take great care in selecting my sexual partners, as should you young man. But go on. Tell me for beylikdüzü bayan escort whom else are you needing condoms?” “This is really embarrassing. Promise you won’t tell Marge? Please. I’m not even sure I should tell. I might be telling something I shouldn’t. I don’t know.” “Go ahead my boy. I have many secrets in my life. One more will not be hard to keep. Tell me. You know you want too.” And she grinned the family grin. That was her first smile of the day. It melted me. “Well, you know Jen visited a couple of weeks ago. This is embarrassing and I don’t know if she will be upset or not, but she and I had lots of fun together.” “Oh, for goodness sakes you naughty boy. Jen has been a silly little slut all her life. I knew when you came of age she would be on you like white on rice. A hunk like you Billy is going to be too tempting for a woman like Jen. This is no surprise to me. But I would love to hear all about what you two did. Tell me about it Billy. Your friend Polly keeps secrets quite well.” And again she grinned and then even cackled a little the way the women in their family did. “Well, the first thing we did was she masturbated me in the shower one night and I ejaculated on the shower wall.” “You mean she jerked you off and you shot your come. Is that closer to what happened?” And she cackled again. This talk of sex had been working upon my prick. It had become hard and was leaking pre-cum. I decided to go all the way. I stood up, dropped my trousers, fished out my cock and presented it to her. Polly, sitting upon the couch, reached out, grabbed my prick, spit on it and began stroking it hard and fast. Oh damn, it was so good I had to come in about a minute. She scrambled forward when she knew I was going to shoot and caught all of my spunk with her mouth, She relished it as she swallowed it all. She licked my prick clean then she grinned escort beylikdüzü up at me. “Good semen young man. I can see how Jen had lots of fun with you. I even had an orgasm myself. Good job Billy.” At that point we heard a key in the front door lock and Marge came in. I was quick to get my prick back into my pants. She saw her sister and skipped over to give her a big hug. Their family was very close. That was becoming more clear every day. We spent a pleasant evening, but as we ate supper Polly was playing footsie with me under the table. It was clear she was not on duty anymore. She was letting the girl come out while she was here in her old hometown. And she was letting it come out with me. She was even cackling a little now and then as she ran her shoeless foot up my calf. I was red as a beet. “What are you laughing about Polly? You seem in an awfully good mood. It’s nice to see.” “I am in a good mood, Marge. Can’t say why. Just am!” And she grinned at me. I had a good feeling about this visit. I had a real good feeling. I was right. After I took my evening shower I went down the hall to my room with a towel wrapped about me and when I got to my room I let it drop and just gloried in being nude. I stood in front of my wall mirror, patted my stomach and watched my cock start to rise. I loved my cock. I couldn’t imagine not being able to fuck. God, I loved fucking. I gave it a few strokes and then turned out the lights and went to bed. I liked sleeping in the nude. Awakening early in the morning I felt the warmth of a body next to mine. I reached out and touched bare flesh. I sleep with the windows open and the curtains drawn back, so there was the glow of dawn coming through the windows. It must have been about 5:30 in the morning. I wasn’t up this early as a rule, but I was fully awake now. I sat up slowly and drew the covers down so I could see who was in my bed. It was Polly of course. She was sleeping with one hand on her pussy and the other with a thumb in her mouth. That was so fucking endearing. A thirty-eight year old professor slept with her thumb in her mouth. I laughed out loud and her eyes slowly opened. Then she grinned and stretched her arms out to me.

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