Mrs. Moore
Chapter one:
Tommy and Larry walked the house. They stood in Tommy's familiar surroundings, he led the charge, having every inch of his home memorized from years of living there. Their plan was straightforward: they would quietly slip a mild sedative into their drinks to calm everyone down, and then work together to coax Mrs. Moore downstairs to the cellar. The two young men couldn't help but be drawn to her fiery spirit and captivating beauty; they had high hopes of having an exciting and memorable time with her once she was in their control.
Tommy is twenty. Five feet eleven inches tall, good-looking in a boyish sort of way. Short blond hair, blue eyes, and symmetrical features that the high school girls used to go gaga for. Long legs and a tight body as Tommy was a bit of a gym rat. Larry on the other hand was tall and a bit thin. He had just started going to the gym, encouraged by his friend Tommy. Six feet tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, and hair a bit longer down to his shoulders. Despite his decent physical appearance, Larry's reserved nature made him awkward in social situations, particularly when it came to interacting with women.
In contrast, Tommy exuded confidence and a carefree charm that often left a trail of admirers in their wake. However, being around his more outgoing friend seemed to be affecting Larry; he was slowly starting to pick up on Tommy's swagger, and at nineteen and almost twenty, the young man was beginning to feel a growing sense of self-assurance that might just help him break out of his shell.
There were a score of adults at the party hosted by Tommy's mother. Grace loved having parties, and she was very proud of her home. There was plenty of room and with the pleasant weather, many of hers and her husband's friends were hanging out by the pool in the backyard. Very carefully, Tommy had gone around and spiked most of the partygoers' drinks, including the punch bowl on the patio. He had paid special attention to Mrs. Moore, giving her twice the amount of the stuff his friend told him might make a woman pliable.
Sure enough, a few minutes after spiking her drink, Mrs. Moore wandered down the hall to the bathroom. Larry had intentionally gone into the bathroom and locked the door as instructed by his friend. Tommy walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. He could see by the way she walked, her gate, that she was feeling the effects of the stuff he had spiked her drink with. "Mrs. Moore, there is a toilet downstairs in the cellar. May I take you there?"
She was inebriated, so she laughed and then responded, "Sure, young man, show me the way."
She turned and almost fell, so Tommy put an arm around her steadying her. "This way, let's go." Tommy then led her to the door to the stairway down to the cellar. He carefully led her down to the large space and then across the open area, with only a few pieces of furniture in the room. "The toilet is in here," Tommy said and opened the door for her. She went inside and he closed the door behind her. This small bathroom holds only a toilet and sink, with no lock on the door.
Once he had her in the bathroom he ran upstairs, and knocked on the bathroom door where Larry was waiting. The two of them quickly headed back down to the basement. Larry stood by the small table with four chairs. Tommy stood just outside the bathroom, waiting for Mrs. Moore to exit the toilet. They had locked the door to the cellar on the way down.
Mrs. Moore exited the bathroom and Tommy's cock immediately came to attention just looking at her. The beautiful married woman was wearing a dark mid-thigh dress, the top with spaghetti straps, low-cut, that showed off her incredible tits. D-cup, with cleavage to die for. Kelli Anne Moore stands five feet seven inches tall. A true beauty at twenty-seven, with long muscular legs from running, that end in a perfect round ass. Dark eyes, long luxurious lashes, a beautiful smile with thick lips, and a round chin with a cleft in it. The kind of perfect face that could have made her a movie star, or perhaps a model. Instead, she was a teacher at the local elementary school.
She walked out of the bathroom on wobbly legs. The two-inch heels seemed to be a bit much for her in the condition she was in. "Here, let me help you. Let's sit down," Tommy said and directed her to the Futon that was directly around the corner as one came down the stairs.
He walked her over to the Futon, "Sure, why not," again she laughed.
It was a very sexy, deep-throated laugh, and it just made both young men get even more hot for her. Tommy sat down next to her, the teacher rocking back and forth, the alcohol and special additive making her shaky. Mrs. Moore leaned back, her head braced against the wall behind the futon. "Here, Mrs. Moore stand up for a moment." Tommy took her hand. Larry kept her steady as she giggled again. Timothy laid the Futon flat and then the two young men helped her to sit down once again.
Giggling she said, "What are you two up to?" Tommy sat on her left, and Larry stood next to the table waiting to see what would happen next. Larry being shy, he let Tommy take the lead. Tommy reached up and grasped the strap of her gown and pulled it down onto her arm. Again the woman laughed, "Is there something you want, young man?"
As she had not objected, he reached across her body and lowered the other strap. He grasped her gown in the middle and pulled it down, revealing a strapless bra. "You like?" she said and giggled again.
He motioned for her to turn around and she complied. He quickly unhooked her bra and it fell into her lap. Mrs. Moore turned around, her amazing breasts exposed for both of the men to see. Tommy leaned toward her and brought his mouth to her right breast. He began to suck on her nipple. She moaned, turning him on, as much as he had ever been. Removing his mouth he said, "Lie back, I am going to get undressed."
"Sure, why not?" she giggled. She lay back and though her vision was a bit blurry, she watched this young man take off his clothes. He was quickly undressed and sat next to her. He pulled the skirt of her dress up. She was wearing pantyhose, no underwear and he could see her almost clean-shaven nether region, just a tuft of hair at the top. He turned and looked at Larry, a grin on his face. He reached between her legs and poked a nail through her pantyhose. He used a second finger to tear it and make an opening in the pantyhose. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She was surprised at the way he had torn her undergarment, but not at all surprised when he climbed on top of her and placed his cock at her opening.
Again she laughed, "Are you going to fuck me now, Timothy?"
Spreading her legs with his knees, he pushed his cock into her. She was very wet, very ready. "Oh, you are very hard young man. You feel very good inside me. God, yes. Fuck me, Timothy."
Timothy looked down at the beautiful woman, "God, you feel so good, Mrs. Moore. Fuck, your..., your, uhm..."
She interrupted him, "My pussy, Timothy. My pussy feels good, and your cock feels good too." She turned and looked at Larry, "Why are you still dressed? Aren't you going to fuck me too?" Again she giggled. "I want your cock too, Larry." She then wrapped her arms around Timothy's shoulders and pulled his lips to hers. They kissed, Timothy's cock slowly going in and out of the older, married woman. Their mouths separated, "Harder, Timothy. Fuck me harder. Your cock..., your cock feels so good. God, yes, it feels so good."
Timothy leaned forward and began to suck on her right nipple. Again she moaned, "Yes, Timothy. Fuck me, Timothy. Oh, God yes, fuck me hard now. Hard." Timothy removed his mouth from her tit. He arched his back and grunted, now pounding her pussy very hard, his cock going in and out of her. "Yes..., like that. F-fuck me, fuck yes Timothy."
Again he brought his mouth to hers. They kissed as he began to increase his pace. Harder and harder now, he pounded her pussy with his now engorged manhood. He looked down at her, the scrunched look on her face turned him on as much as anything ever had. "Mrs. Moore, do..., do you like that."
"F-fuck, of course, I like it. I..., I am cumming on your cock. Yes, it feels so good. So fucking good. Keep, fucking me. F-fuck me hard. God yes..."
"Mrs. Moore..., God, I am going to cum. I..., I am going to cum inside you. Is..., is that okay?"
