A Special Thank You

A middle-aged man kindly assists a mother and her daughter with a computer task at the public library and gets a sexual reward for his good deed.

[Author's note: This story originally appeared on this website a few months ago, but it was removed due to the new rule about characters' ages. That issue has been corrected.]

Part One

It was a typical Thursday for me, Sammy Muldoon, as I sat in front of one of the half dozen public computers, checking my emails, at the small branch of my local public library somewhere in suburban America. Having computer stations in a library was still a bit of a novelty in June 2002. The facility was not especially busy that afternoon, but the two staff members who were on duty were occupied. As someone who used the facility regularly, I knew them well. Donna was dealing with a family of five, obviously new to the area, who were all signing up to get library cards. The other employee, Angela, was busy setting up a new display of children’s novels and re-shelving books that had recently been returned.

Therefore, the two females who were sitting a few feet away from me looking at another computer screen were not able to get the assistance they clearly needed. The fact that English was not their first language was also an obstacle, too. They were conversing in Spanish. I assumed they were mother and daughter. When I heard the girl, who looked to be about 18 years old, insert a few English words into her sentences, I asked her if they needed any computer help from me.

The daughter, who had a swarthier complexion than her mother, was quick to answer. “Yes, sir. We do need help.” She was obviously bilingual because her English was quite good, far better than her mother’s. She explained that her mother needed to print some government forms from the computer. One of the librarians had gotten them started on the task, but then she became occupied with the family wanting to acquire library cards. Computers were a complete mystery to the mother and daughter, so their work had come to an absolute halt.

I was far from a computer expert myself, but I had learned a few handy things over the past couple of years. One was how to print pages from websites, as I had done similar things myself in the recent past. Luckily, the mother had gotten from someone a full list of the documents she needed. I helped her connect to the internet, find the correct government websites, and print the first few sheets of about the dozen she required. Her daughter, Gabriella Marquez, was impressed. She said with a degree of wonderment, “Oh, thank you, sir. You are so clever to know how to do this.”

After the first few sheets had been printed, Donna, the librarian who had been dealing with the family, was now free. She strolled to the computer station to see how mother and daughter were coming along with their printing.

“Good, I see you are getting along fine, ” she observed.

“Yes, ” said Gabriella. “This nice gentleman has been very helpful. He assisted when he saw we didn’t understand what we needed to do.”

I was a familiar face in the library, so Donna kindly remarked. “Yes, Sammy is a good fellow. He’s one of our favorite patrons here.”

I thanked Donna for the compliment and said I’d be happy to help Gabriella and her mother complete what remained of their printing job. “You’re in good hands, ” Donna concurred. “You don’t need me.” She smiled and walked back to the front desk. It took about 15 more minutes to finish the Marquezes’ computer tasks.

While their documents were being printed, I engaged both of them in general conversation. Gabriella was indeed 18 years old. She attended the nearby elementary school. She had arranged to meet her mother at the library once her class had been dismissed to help her to get those necessary documents printed. I noticed they pertained to immigration. I also learned the Marquezes were recent immigrants from Belize, the Central American country that used to be called British Honduras. Her mother’s name was Anna, whom I estimated to be about 40 years old. When I told Gabriella she was doing well in learning English, she laughed. She explained that although Spanish was the prevailing language in Belize, English was a close second, so she had spoken it almost her entire life. She apologized for her mother not being as proficient in English as she herself was.

Anna tried to talk to me, but she knew she’d have trouble saying what she wanted to say in English, so she used Gabriella as a translator. “My mother is very thankful for your help, ” Gabriella informed me. “She would like you to come to our home tonight as a dinner guest. We live not far away. I will write the address for you. Can you arrive at 6 p.m.?”

Although I said that being rewarded for my good deed was completely unnecessary, I accepted the kind invitation anyway as I had nothing much to do that particular evening. At the time I was a single, 42-year-old, self-employed bookkeeper who had many clients, but none of them were on my agenda that night. Besides, Anna was a somewhat attractive woman—and Gabriella was a real cutie! Anna smiled when she learned I had accepted her offer to be a dinner guest. Anna managed to say in very passable English, “Thank you, Sammy. We will see you tonight at 6 o’clock.”

Part Two

When I arrived at my dinner destination two or three minutes before 6 p.m., I discovered the Marquez family’s address was in the low-income housing part of town, but the family did not seem to be wanting for anything. I came bearing gifts: I had brought a bottle of wine and a loaf of freshly baked bread. I also had a large bar of Swiss chocolate for Gabriella. Both Marquez females seemed delighted by these unexpected items. When I asked if any other family members would be joining us for the meal, Gabriella said they were the only two people who lived there.

Gabriella went on to explain that she was an only child. A little more than a year ago, just before she and her parents were to emigrate to America, her father, Ramon, a somewhat renowned research scientist in the chemical industry, had been tragically killed in an automobile mishap. His brother was managing his estate back in Belize and was sending money to Ramon’s widow every month until he could get the required paperwork to emigrate to America himself, after which the family would seek a more upscale home. I passed along my condolences when I understood the situation.

The meal I was given consisted of two traditional Belizean dishes: rice and beans, and tamales. Everything was a little spicy for my taste, but I was not about to complain. Besides, I was enjoying myself, and I was making two new friends. After the main course, Anna served dishes of French vanilla ice cream, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Then we—Gabriella included—had glasses of wine. Despite the language barrier, we all chatted as best we could. Anna’s confidence in her English seemed to improve as the night wore on.

We talked about Gabriella’s schooling. She excelled in math and geography, but subjects such as science and history gave her a bit of trouble. Gabriella showed me a history essay she was currently working on. I pointed out a few spelling errors and explained some concepts that were puzzling her. When she “got it, ” a smile beamed across her pretty face and she hugged me. That was a lovely surprise!

“You have an affectionate and beautiful daughter, ” I told Anna as my embrace with Gabriella continued. Gabriella had to translate the word “affectionate” to her mother for her to understand what I had just said.

“We both are naturally affectionate, ” Gabriella stated, “and we like to show it.”

Seconds later Gabriella asked her mother something in Spanish and got a long reply. To my amazement, Gabriella calmly announced, “Mother wants to know if you would like to have sex with her once we put the dishes away. She has not had a lot of intercourse since my father died. She misses it! Sometime she meets a man at one of the social clubs for Spanish-speakers and brings him home to do sex things with him.”

Of course, that comment, coming totally out of the blue, got my attention quickly. I did not have time to respond when Gabriella casually added, “I usually get into the bed with the man and my mother so I can enjoy sex too. I like it!”

“Is that right?” I asked Gabriella to ensure I had heard her correctly.

“Yes, ” she confirmed and further explained, “when I turned 18 six months ago, my mother said I was now old enough to enjoy having sex because that’s how old she had been when she started having intercourse with men.”

“I like fucking, ” Anna said in perfect English. “Back in Belize I liked to do it every day, sometimes more often, but since Ramon died...”

I held up my hand to indicate that she did not have to finish her sentence. I understood completely. I knew that Anna Marquez was somewhere on the nymphomaniac scale! The fact that she was a little bit plumper than the average thirty-something female was okay by me. (Hey, I had some “love handles” myself!) I would have quickly agreed to fuck Anna even without the added bonus of bedding her pretty, budding daughter. “How can I possibly refuse an offer like that?” I replied. “Certainly, let’s do this!” Gabriella provided the translation. We loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and moved into Anna’s bedroom where a queen-size bed awaited the three of us.

We all swiftly disrobed. Anna was quite appealing, with better-than-average sized breasts. Young Gabriella merited most of my attention, however. She had the charms of a girl about to enter her twenties. She was nicely built and had a cute, hairless vagina that I knew I’d enjoy in every possible way. Before that evening, I had never had sex with more than one female at a time in my entire life. I honestly didn’t know how to start nor whom to start with.

I happily laid on my back between the two enthusiastic, nude females, allowing them to begin our three-way fun as they pleased. Gabriella informed me, “Mother and I don’t do sexual things on each other; that is wrong. We will work together to please you, Sammy. You can enjoy us as you like.”

“That sounds wonderful to me, sweetheart!” I delightedly told her. I could feel my heartrate increasing.

My penis was semi-erect, but it took just a few seconds before my bedmates got it hard as a diamond. Gabriella, on my right, caressed my balls while her mother, positioned on my left, gave my shaft some long, sensual licks. Meanwhile I fondled each female’s breasts with each hand. Obviously, both sets were attractive to me, but Gabriella’s teenage tits aroused me more!

With my penis pointing straight upward, Anna wasted no time mounting me in the cowgirl position. That seemed to be Gabriella’s cue to straddle my face so I could lick her precious cunny. (They had obviously displayed this type of teamwork before with some other lucky guy.) I also took the opportunity to squeeze Gabriella’s butt cheeks. Gabriella said something to her mother in Spanish. When I asked her to translate, she said, “I told Mother, ‘Sammy likes my vagina and my ass!’” Truer words were never spoken!

Gabriella was enjoying the sexual sensations as much as I was. Her girlish squeals put me over the top. I ejaculated far too early for my liking, shooting my cum into Anna’s cunt. It was difficult to tell if Anna had experienced an orgasm, but lovely little Gabriella certainly did. I couldn’t help but taste it.

We all took a breather before continuing our threesome. I sucked on Anna’s voluptuous breasts for a few moments and fingered her wet pussy. Gabriella did an excellent job in reviving my now flaccid dick back into an erection by stroking it firmly and licking its head. She deserved what she had reaped, so I told Anna that during this round I was going to focus on fucking her daughter. She understood me well enough to tell me, with the help of her translator, “It is a terrible thing to get old. All the men I take to bed with Gabriella want to focus on her and not me. Oh, well...” Then she laughed.

I moved Gabriella to the central spot on the bed that I had previously occupied. I immediately was attracted to her succulent teenage boobs and I sucked on them with gusto. (All the while, Anna massaged my testicles, occasionally licking them for good measure.) My dick was once again as supremely hard as it had been when I shot my load into Anna’s pussy some 20 minutes before. I spread Gabriella’s legs apart and gave her sexy pussy a few final licks before I positioned my rod for entry.

I said to her as sweetly as I could, “I’m going to fuck you now, Gabriella. Let me know if it hurts. If it does, I’ll stop right away.”

“I’ve been fucked many times by many men, ” she plainly stated. “You can fuck me as hard as you like, Sammy!”

Upon hearing that statement from my 18-year-old lover, I put aside all thoughts of gentleness and gentlemanliness. On my opening thrust, I rammed my dick into her cunny as far as I could and as hard as I could. Gabriella moaned softly, but I could tell she was right in what she had said: My lustful act of penetration was not going to hurt her, it was only going to please her. Of course, it was going to please me even more!

Had I not ejaculated inside her mother, I’m sure I would have come inside Gabriella’s pussy within a minute of starting, but my 42-year-old body thankfully needed some extra recovery time. This meant I could enjoy being inside this exotic sweetheart for an especially long time. About 10 to 12 minutes must have passed before I finally blasted my second load of the evening. It was another goodly amount, as a lot of it dripped out of Gabriella’s pussy and onto the bed when I pulled out.

“Oh, that was some very good fucking, Sammy!” declared my girl. “I liked having your penis inside me.”

Such a compliment earned Gabriella a long, romantic kiss—which was surprisingly our first buss of the night. “It is odd that we fucked before we kissed, ” I commented. Then I realized I hadn’t kissed Anna either! To make up for that oversight, we too shared a long lip-lock.

I was reengaged in playing with Anna’s tits when Gabriella addressed her mother in Spanish to ask a question. Her mother gave her a look that conveyed an expression of exasperation and acceptance. She then uttered a reply, also in the language I did not understand.

I was about to ask what words had been spoken, but Gabriella gave me the rundown without my having to ask for it.

“Sammy, ” she told me sweetly, “I am enjoying our sex so much that I want you to stay all night so we can fuck as much as we want. Mother wanted you for herself, but she can tell that you prefer me instead. She says it’s okay with her as long as it’s okay with you. In fact, we can stay in this bed all night and she will sleep alone in the smaller bed in my room. What do you say, Sammy?”

“I’m 100 percent in favor of that, Gabriella, honey!” I quickly replied. “You are one sexy girl!” For the second time that evening I added, “How can I possibly turn you down?”

Anna understood. She kissed me one more time...and promptly left Gabriella and me to amuse ourselves the best way we knew how. We spent a lot of the evening in the large bed just cuddling and kissing, but we did have another round of intercourse where I managed to achieve one final cum shot. I purposely aimed my hot jism to land on Gabriella’s inviting titties after pulling my hard penis out of her cunny with just a few seconds to spare. The white globs adorning her sexy breasts created a truly beautiful sight that greatly pleased me.

Gabriella looked at the contented expression on my face. “Are you men all the same?” she asked me honestly. “You all enjoy coming on my tits. Why is that?”

“Of course, I can’t speak for all men, ” I told her. “But I find it extremely sexy whenever I have the chance to blast a load of sticky goo on a pretty young girl’s chest regardless of the size of her assets.” I paused for a moment and added, “A girl your age is perfect, honey. My coming on your titties makes me so very happy to be alive!”

Gabriella giggled softly at my reply. She seemed to accept my explanation without any further questions. “Okay, Sammy” she said. “Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy, too.”

We eventually fell blissfully asleep wrapped lovingly in each other’s arms, but I was awakened at about 4:15 a.m. by the pleasant sensation of my teenage lover fondling my penis with her hands and then with her warm mouth.

“Hey!” I exclaimed as my sleepiness immediately vanished. “I certainly like what you are doing down there, Gabriella. It’s delightful! But sweetheart, you ought to get some sleep. Remember, you have to be at school in a few hours.”

“No, I don’t, ” she stated. “Before she left us, Mother told me in Spanish that I can miss school today on one condition.

“What’s the condition?” I inquired.

Gabriella sweetly smiled and said, “You have to be our dinner guest once again on Saturday night. But this time I have to leave the big bed for you and her so she can have you all night instead of me.”