A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters' roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they at least get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In MOM'S HORNY URGE each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on in our neighbors' lives.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Jennifer Standish awoke feeling very horny.
She had been having a vaguely erotic dream. Although she couldn't recall the details, the feeling of arousal lingered in her cunt as she drifted slowly up from slumber. She smiled, still half-asleep, and reached out beside her, intending to get a hold on her husband's big prick.
She frowned, bemused. Her husband was not in bed.
She rolled over, just to make sure. Not only was he not there, but his side of the bed had not been slept in. In her semi-awake state, Jennifer was confused. Then she remembered that Pete had left on a business trip the previous afternoon. He had gone to Chicago for a week.
Damn! she thought.
When Pete had told her he had to go away for the whole week, Jennifer had been a bit concerned about what he would be up to in the Windy City, with all those healthy, corn-fed blondes and all those places that strived so very hard to pretend they were as sophisticated as New York. She trusted Pete. But still, alone for a week, a handsome man with a powerful sex drive . . .well, she wasn't too happy about it.
But she had overlooked the other end of the situation--her own end.
Jennifer had never once gone a whole week--since their marriage, and, truth be known, for some time before the wedding vows were taken--without sex.
It hadn't occurred to her how unpleasant that was going to be. Concerned about her husband's fidelity, she had overlooked her own needs.
Now, waking with a hot pussy, she realized that it was going to be an awful week.
Well, she thought, with resignation, I'll simply have to give myself plenty of hand-jobs.
The thought was strangely erotic. Jennifer had finger-fucked herself as much as any young lady in her formative years, but since her marriage there had been little need for such self-stimulation. She and Pete had a very satisfactory--almost spectacular--sex-life together.
She grinned wryly, wondering if she would be out of practice, if she had forgotten how to rub herself off. But she figured that masturbating must surely be like swimming or riding a bicycle--once you learned the art, you never forgot it.
She wished she had a vibrator or a dildo.
Martha Jenkins, the woman next door, had one. She had showed it to Jennifer one day, when they were having coffee, and both women had laughed about it.
"But ... do you need it?" Jennifer had asked.
"Oh, my husband isn't impotent, if that's what you mean . . . but it's a handy thing to have around the house."
Now Jennifer wished that she had one--that she'd been prepared for a solitary week. She thought that she might go into town and buy one. But even as she thought of it, she knew that she wouldn't. It would be too, too embarrassing to go into a sordid shop and tell the clerk that she wanted to buy a rubber dick. She'd die of shame.
She could get one by mail order, of course.
But that was no good. By the time it arrived, Pete would be back and she'd have no need of it.
Smiling impishly, she wondered if she might get up the nerve to ask Martha if she might borrow hers?
They were good friends and Jennifer didn't think she'd be too ashamed to ask--but she wasn't sure how a woman came to feel about a dildo. She thought that maybe the neighbor woman might be loath to lend her latex lover.
She might even be jealous of its attentions.
Jennifer thought she had better nibble around the idea a bit and see if perhaps Martha offered it to her, without actually asking for the loan.
But that would be later.
A dildo in the house next door was of no possible use to the horny woman at the moment, and she was going to have to be satisfied with her hands.
She parted her thighs.
Her cunt felt like a smoldering ember below her belly. She knew it was open and wet.
She ran a hand up her sleek inner thigh.
She rubbed her fiat belly.
Her nipples expanded, poking up in twin peaks that lifted the sheet like a double-domed tent.
She ran her thumbs over those stiff tit-tips, shuddering pleasurably at the contact.
Sometimes, she remembered, she had been able to make herself come just by playing with her sensitive nipples, without even touching her twat. Holding her smooth thighs together and moving her pelvis around in a circular, grinding motion while she pulled at her nipples and got her rocks off--that's, how she did it.
But she didn't think she would do that now.
Her cunt was too hot. It was fairly steaming. It cried out for attention.
Jennifer slid her hand down over her cunt-mound and pushed her fingers into her crotch.
The touch was so electric that she opened her eyes wide, almost startled.
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this, she thought.
But then she heard Timothy, her son, moving around in the hallway.
Oh, damn, she thought.
"Hey, Mom . . . when's breakfast?" he called.
With great reluctance, Jennifer drew her hand away from her cunt. There was no sense in starting if she wouldn't have time to finish or had to rush the job. She decided it would be better to get Timmy fed and out of the house first, so that she could settle down to a long, leisurely hand-job without any distractions.
"I'll be right down," she called.
She threw the covers off and sat up, looking down at her naked figure. She was pleased by what she saw. Although she was thirty-five years old, her body had lost none of the supple firmness of her youth. Her tits, despite their size, thrust out without any tendency to sag, big mounds capped by large, dark nipples. Those nipples, at the moment, were jutting out like little rocketships about to launch themselves from the areola pads, eager to blast off into the heavens of sexual release. She cupped her mounds, lifting them and pushing the big spheres together into deep cleavage. Holding her knockers together, she swept her thumbs back and forth over the tips like windshield wipers.
She wondered if she could still lick her own nipples.
Ducking her head down, she pushed her tongue out, lifting her tits at the same time. Her tongue swept over the fiery tips easily and fluidly. She was pleased to know that she was still supple enough to tongue her own tits. It was an%ct she had always enjoyed very much, either as a prelude to finger-fucking or as added stimulation while she rubbed her pussy to a lather.
She had tried to go down on herself once.
It was when she was fourteen--a very mature fourteen--and she had tried very hard, eager to see what it felt like to have a tongue on her twat. Nobody had ever eaten her out then--she was still a virgin, in fact--and she had been desperate to satisfy her curiosity as much as her desire.
Lying on her back, she had flung her legs up, bending into a bow, neck straining like a giraffe towards the upper branches of a tree as she sought to bring her mouth into direct contact with her hot pussy. But, to her disappointment, she could not quite make it. Her tongue had rustled throughg her pubic hair, but had been unable to go that extra inch or so into her burning cunt.
Then she had tried it the other way, sitting with her knees up and bending down sinuously between her legs--holding her cunt-lips wide open with her fingers so that she could look right up her creamy flooded slot. Her mouth had watered so much that she had drooled right into her cunt. But once again her tongue had fallen disappointingly short.
It had proven too frustrating to come so lose and yet fail, and so she had never tried to eat herself out again. She had an idea that, with practicing and stretching exercises, she would be able to reach her goal, but shortly after that she lost her cherry in the back seat of an old Ford convertible. Once she had started fucking, she no longer masturbated very often and settled for other tongues.
She still sometimes wondered what it would be like to eat herself, however.
Every man who had ever gobbled her snatch had seemed to enjoy it so very much that it must be, she figured, a very tasty sort of snack.
Once in a while, she wondered how it would be to suck another woman's cunt, too.
But they were only passing thoughts, erotic but not compelling, and it was a thing that she never expected to find out.
As she licked her nipples, her cunt flared.
But then Timmy called, "I'm starving, Mom!"
So am I, she thought, wickedly.
But she sighed and got up from the bed, knowing her pleasure would have to be delayed. She padded to the closet and drew out a black silk negligee. Before she put it on, she paused in front of the full-length looking glass, admiring her body.
It was an admirable body, no doubt of that. Jennifer was no narcissist, but neither was she falsely modest. She knew how desirable she was.
She was tall and shapely, her tits almost too large for her slender torso, her hips sweeping out from her narrow waist, her legs long and smooth. She had a suntan, not too dark, a pleasant shade of copper. Her tits and a wedge across her loins were white, showing the outline of the skimpy bikini in which she sunbathed.
Her hair was dark with red highlights, a heavy mane that framed her face in curly folds, falling to her shoulders. She had dark, flashing eyes, a wide, sensual mouth, and high cheekbones and a firm jaw.
Her pubic thatch was a wiry triangle, wide and thick on her prominent mound.
She drew the negligee on.
It was semi-transparent. She looked even more sexy with it on, she thought, than when she was naked. Turning, she glanced over her shoulder to admire the teardrop contours of her trim little ass, smiling at her reflection.
She started for the door.
Then she hesitated. She had put the sexy negligee on because she was feeling sexy, knowing that looking that way would enhance the pleasure of playing with herself, later. But now it occurred to her that it might not be quite seemly to wear such a revealing garment in front of her son.
Timothy was at an age where he was quite likely to notice such things.
But then she shrugged.
After all, she was his mother . . . surely he would not be aroused by his own mother?
She went down to make breakfast.
Chapter Two
It was a hot summer day and Timmy was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. He was a slender, athletic youth, the outline of his developing muscles delineated nicely, his belly tight, his hairless chest starting to grow wide.
The jeans were very tight, too.
When Jennifer walked into the kitchen, she could not help but notice the way that his crotch bulged.
Oh, wow ... he is really growing up fast, she thought. He must take after his father, the way his cock is packed into those shorts . . .
Then she blushed at such a thought concerning her own son. She had never noticed his sexual maturity so clearly before, and knew it must be because she was feeling so horny. She wondered if the lad had started jerking off yet.
She was willing to bet that he had.
She had started playing with herself when she was twelve, and Pete had told her that he started whacking off when he was thirteen, so it seemed only logical that Timothy was an old hand at beating his meat.
It was hard to imagine, though.
She still thought of Timmy as a little boy.
But with the size of that bulge in his jeans . . % a flash of depraved fascination coursed through the horny woman. She would have liked--secretively, of course--to spy on her son, to watch him jerk himself off.
The thought caused her to blush with shame.
And excitement, too.
Timmy was sitting at the table and Jennifer stood at the stove, cooking his bacon and eggs. She glanced towards him to say something and saw that he was staring at her. She was well aware that her outline could be clearly seen through the black silk of her negligee. When she looked at him, the boy dropped his eyes hastily and blushed.
Jennifer decided that she shouldn't have worn the sexy garment, after all.
Still, what harm did it do?
It was totally innocent, she assured herself.
Even if the boy got excited by it, there was no harm in it. It was no different than getting excited by looking at a girl in school or a centerfold in a magazine.
Even if he thought about her when he jerked off . . .
Well, no harm, maybe.
But Jennifer had to admit that that was a very stimulating idea.
She had coffee, sitting across the table from Timmy while he gulped down his bacon and eggs. He glanced at her from the tops of his eyes, covertly. She knew that he was looking at her tits, and she also knew that her nipples were sticking out in stiff points against the black silk. Those sensitive tit-tips tingled, just as if Timmy's vision had tactile properties--as if he were caressing her with his gaze.
Jennifer was embarrassed.
Yet she could not bring herself to move away. The glow that his fascination had brought to her was far too pleasant to be foresaken. She even leaned forward slightly, thrusting her tits out toward him, happy to realize that, at thirty-five, she could still arouse the interest of a teenage boy, even if that boy was--or maybe because he was--her own son.
She was ashamed of herself for harboring such incestuous thoughts. But she still figured that it was innocent enough--naughty, but harmless.
She might even manage--by accident--to let the boy get a look at her naked, sometime.
The thought thrilled her to the core.
In the bathtub, maybe, or the shower . . . soaping herself and pretending she was not aware that he had come in, that she had left the door ajar ... or just acting nonchalant about it, as if it had never occurred to her that he was now too old to be looking at his mother naked ...
She might manage to get a look at him, too.
It would be easy enough to wander into his bedroom or into the bathroom ... if only she could manage to keep her embarrassment and excitement from manifesting itself.
Jennifer was getting so aroused by such thoughts that she frightened herself.
It was just too, too depraved. She had to force these terrible ideas out of her mind. It was just that she was so damned horny, was all . . . after she'd rubbed herself off, she would realize how absurd such thoughts were.
She wished that Timmy would hurry up and finish his breakfast and go out.
Jennifer was very eager to finger-fuck herself.
"Tim!"
A voice called from outside. It was one of his friends, Jerry Turpin. When Timmy heard the summons, a fleeting frown passed over his face. He didn't want to leave the table yet, and he had been dawdling over his breakfast. But Jennifer welcomed the distraction. It broke the mood that was making her feel so distinctly uncomfortable. She gathered up the plates and took them to the sink.
"You run along, Timmy," she said.
She heard his chair scrape back from the table. As he stood up, she could not help but sneak a quick glance towards the boy. The front of his jeans was swollen alarmingly.
He jammed his hands into his pockets, trying to conceal his hard-on.
He went out, slouching.
Jennifer took a deep breath.
That was a weird scene, she thought. I'll have to be careful about things like that.
But even as she cautioned herself, she knew full well that while she rubbed her cunt to a lather she was going to be thinking about her son's bulging crotch.
She had started to do the dishes. Although she was impatient to get back to her bedroom and play with her steaming pussy, she figured she might as well finish the dishes first. It would only take a minute. Her hands moved through the soapy water slowly, as if it were an exercise she was doing in order to tone up her manual dexterity for later, when her hands would move in the same way through her frothy crotch.
There was a window over the sink.
Looking out, she saw Timothy and his friend Jerry walk into the back yard.
Tim still had a hard-on.
Jerry was also wearing only a pair of shorts. He was a tall, slender boy, with freckles. He had wide shoulders. Jennifer found herself looking at both of them, her gaze switching back and forth. They were in conversation and she wondered, with a little thrill, whether her son might be telling his friend that he had seen his mother's tits.
Despite herself, she hoped so.
She wished that Jerry had come in the house instead of calling from outside. She would have liked that boy to get a look at her tits, too.
My God . . . what's wrong with me? she wondered.
Am I so depraved that, after only one night without sex, I'm thinking of robbing the damned cradle?
Not that I'd ever really do anything like that ..."
But, still . . .
Her cunt was simmering, swirling around just like the soapy dishwater in the sink of her crotch. The hell with the dishes, she thought. She dried her hands on a towel. Out in the yard, Timmy and Jerry had started fooling around, wrestling. Jennifer watched their trim young limbs twist and twine as they struggled on the grass in playful combat. She moaned. She wished that she were wrestling with them, clamping a leg scissors around slim torsos, pretending that she was struggling as she ground her flaming snatch against a lean belly, a hard thigh, a hairless haunch. She could cling to them, laughing as if it was all in fun, as she rubbed her tits against them. Using a half nelson and crotch lock, she could pin the lad, her hand cupped over his cock and balls as if by mistake ... or she could tighten a scissor grip around one of their heads and . . . . . . ohhhhh . . .
She was dizzy with lust.
She took one faltering step back from the sink and her legs threatened to collapse. All her strength, all her life force, seemed to have seeped into her loins, leaving her weak as a kitten, hardly able to walk.
She wasn't sure that she could make it to the bedroom.
Then she thought: Why bother?
She grinned wickedly at the thought of masturbating at the kitchen sink. The idea was so out of place that it struck her as erotic.
She opened her negligee.
She was still looking out the window. Jerry had slipped behind Timmy and was bending him backwards in a cobra twist. Timmy's back was arched and his crotch thrust up, his cock still swollen in his tight jeans. Jennifer stared at his delightful bulge and her hands began to move down her naked belly, towards the burning ember of her twat.
She cupped her cunt, holding it, her hand not moving, as if she were trying to contain her passion. Her cunt-lips were unfurled, her slit widened out into a oval. Her gaping slot was flooded with cream. The sticky juice trickled over her palm and seeped between her fingers.
Her clit was like an ignition button, sparking against her hand with an electrical pulse.
She had intended to stretch out comfortably on the bed and enjoy a long, leisurely handjob, but now she was so hot that she knew that would be impossible. She had to get her rocks off quickly. Afterwards, maybe, she would give herself a more prolonged and less frantic fingering, but for the first orgasm she had to yield to the urgency of her needs.
Holding her fat tit in one hand, she began to work the other hand around in her crotch, rubbing and massaging. She was panting like a steam engine, her sensual lips parted and her eyes narrowed to slits.
In the yard, Timmy slipped free and rolled on top of his companion, pinning him.
Jennifer wished he had rolled on top of her.
She began to use both hands on her cunt now.
She spread her pussy-flaps wide open with her fingers while she ran her hand along the sodden hole, tracing her cunt-lips and fingering her love-nugget. Then, tilting her wrist, she began to push three fingers up her hole while she rubbed her clit with the other hand.
She brought her hand to her mouth and licked her cunt-juice off her fingers, feeling utterly depraved, wanting to do everything imaginable. And more.
Cunt-juice was delicious, she thought.
If it tasted that good when it was delivered by hand, what would it taste like all hot and bubbling right out of a creaming cunt?
Her hand went back to her crotch, the pussy-juice replaced by saliva. She started playing with her pussy with both hands again, stroking her clit with one while she steadily fucked up her hole with the other. She was turning her wrist and forearm so that her fingers corkscrewed up her slippery gash, her hand turning like a pitcher delivering a curve ball as it thrust into her pussy.
Her belly humped in and out, pushing up against the rim of the sink. Her hips began to grind from side to side and her taut ass bucked as she fucked her hands just as if they were a prick.
Her eyes blurred. She still watched the two boys wrestling in the yard, but through a mist.
Long, lateral waves of sensation began to sweep across her hot belly.
Electric thrills coursed up her thighs.
The two tingling ripples of sensation met in her cunt, crashing together with overwhelming force as they mingled. Her pussy was awash with cream. Her hands were moving like lightning now, spasmodically jerking up her juicy hole, wildly pawing at her cunt-lips and clit.
Her whole body was vibrating.
Her face had become a mask of pure lust.
She arched her back sensually, pushing her pelvis out. Her nipples were as hard as bullets and her love-bud was swollen to bursting. She pushed her belly right up against the edge of the sink. Cunt-juice was fairly flooding from her now. It seeped between her fingers into her palm and ran in creamy ribbons down her forearm. Frothy banners of joy-juice poured down her thighs. Her crotch was as foamy with cum as the sink was with soapy water. Yet despite the thrills that flashed through her and the cunt-juice that gushed out, the horny housewife was not yet at the peak. The thrills were building, coming higher and faster one upon the other as she worked desperately towards the height of all feeling, the apex of sexual sensation.
She was moaning and panting and gasping.
The thrills came with such frequency now that they were linked together. The rapid sequence became one long, sustained ripple coursing through her crotch.
She cried out as she reached the peak.
Her cunt melted. So much pussy-juice gushed from her cunt that she felt as if her whole being were draining out, leaving her body an empty shell from which the kernel was melting, a husk with all sensation milked out.
Her hands continued to work on her lathered cunt as she stroked and shoved, milking her wonderful orgasm out to the very dregs, working every last spasm from her sparking clit and every last drop of joy-juice from her steaming hole.
At last she was finished.
Her cunt was emptied, although her hands continued to move, slowing gradually.
A smile of utter satisfaction and contentment turned her sensual lips.
That, she thought, was lovely.
If I can take care of myself so nicely, it won't be such a hardship to spend a week alone.
She thought that she would finish doing the dishes now, and then maybe she would go up to her bedroom and rub herself off again.
Out in the yard, the boys had stopped wrestling and were stretched out, panting, in the grass.
In the kitchen, Jennifer was panting from her own exertions, her smooth body as coated with perspiration as if she had been wrestling, and the insides of her thighs slick with streamers of congealing cunt-juice.
Looking at the boys, she felt a touch of shame.
My God! How could I have had such thoughts about my own son? she wondered.
That poor, innocent lamb . . .
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"Saw my mom's tits, this morning," said the innocent lamb with a dirty grin.
Jerry looked up, interested.
"Bare tit?" he asked in awe.
"Well, no . . . but just as good. She was wearing a nighty thing that was real sexy. I could see right through it. Being my mom and all, it never occurred to her that I was looking, see? And I could see her big nipples and the dark circles around 'em . . . whatever they're called . . . and the way her tits came together in what they call cleavage ..."
"Jeez ..."
"Gave me a big boner, for sure."
"Yeah! Your mom is real sexy ..."
"Ummmm. Saw her ass, too. While she was cooking."
"Boy! I wish I could."
Timmy frowned slightly.
He wasn't sure if he should allow his friend to express such a desire about his mother, despite the interest that he had admitted. He was a bit confused about it. What was a guy supposed to think when he saw a real sexy woman, if she just happened to be his mother?
Both Timmy and Jerry were virgins, at the stage when they suffered terribly from that condition and tried desperately to rectify it.
Jerry had felt up Emmy Lou Jones a few times, including a feel of bare tit, and boasted of it.
Timmy had had equal success with Martha Andrews--an equal failure in not being allowed to proceed beyond such pleasant, but frustrating, beginnings.
Both boys jerked off with great regularity.
Now Jerry, inspired and not aware that he might be treading on doubtful soil, asked, "You ever think about your mother while you're whacking off?"
"Aw . . . naw ..." Timmy said.
Jerry grinned lewdly.
"I have," he admitted.
"What? My Mom?"
"Sure. Lots of times."
"I ought to whip you for that."
"Naw, there's nothing wrong about that," Jerry said. "I think about my own sister sometimes, too."
"Yeah? I think about your sister once in a while, while I beat my meat."
Now it was Jerry's turn to look dubious. "Think about her . . . how?"
"You know ... I pretend I'm fucking her."
"My sister's a virgin, damn you!" "So what? So's my mother!" "Huh?"
"Well . . . you know what I mean ..."
"Yeah. But there ain't nothing wrong in just thinking about mothers and sisters, is there?"
"I guess not," said Timmy, who had, in fact, planned to do just that the next time he jerked off.
Jerry looked sly. He said, "Want to go to the clubhouse and look at my new dirty comic book?"
"Is it real dirty?"
"Yeah. Popeye and Olive Oyl."
"Okay," said Timmy.
He knew where that would lead.
And he knew that he was going to think about his mother while he did it ... .
Chapter Three
When the Standishes had first moved into the house in the suburbs, Pete had determined to do some gardening and had bought a prefabricated tool shed for his gardening equipment. But he soon lost interest in such pursuits and the shed had, in due course, been taken over by Timmy as a clubhouse for his friends. At first they had got together with their air rifles and baseball gloves and talked of sports and such, but recently the thoughts of Timmy and his peers had turned to more exciting subjects--mainly sex.
Jerry had discovered a secret desk drawer, in which his father kept his supply of mail order comic books--the kind that men like.
He didn't dare steal all of them at once, but he sneaked one book out at a time, sharing the graphic delights with his friend, Timmy.
Thus had they learned all about the birds and the bees--as well as what Little Orphan Annie did with Sandy and Daddy Warbucks, and what Superman could do, other than speed faster than a bullet and leap over tall buildings.
Today the lesson was Popeye.
Jerry had had the small book in his back pocket and it had got wrinkled and damp as he wrestled with Timmy, but that didn't matter much because the pages were already crumpled from being grasped tightly in one hand while the other hand sped faster than a speeding bullet up and down a prick. The paper was already soiled by spent jism.
They went in the clubhouse and sat down against the wall. The tools, mostly unused and still shiny, had been pushed to the back, clearing a space in which the lads could gather in comfort. There was no light in the shed, but a small window at the side yielded enough light for looking at interesting things, allowing them to close the door and achieve privacy for their childhood pleasures.
Jerry got the book out and opened it.
He had already looked at it and whacked off into it, so he held it out and let his friend turn the pages as fast or as slowly as he wished.
The story line was not complicated.
Timmy was a bit disappointed, in fact, for Olive Oyl was not nearly as sexy as Brenda Starr had been, but it was interesting to see pictures of the skinny bitch as she tried to arouse the feisty sailor man.
In the first two pages, Popeye could not get a hard-on, although his dick was almost as long as his leg. Olive Oyl frigged it and sucked on it to no avail. Popeye puffed on his pipe and the clouds of smoke that arose were in the form of naked women floating above.
His enormous cock was shaped like his arms and legs, fatter at the end, just as his forearms were fatter than his biceps. His cock had an anchor tattooed on it.
Then black-bearded Bluto appeared, slapping the pork to Olive Oyl from the back, to her pleasure.
This made Popeye jealous.
Bluto's cum poured out of Olive Oyl, the thick flow forming naked women just like the pipe smoke.
Popeye opened a can of spinach. Gripping his cock in one hand, he squeezed just behind the knob so that the cleft opened wide. He poured the spinach into the opening.
Wham!
Fortified by spinach, his cock shot up into a gigantic hard-on, whistling and smoking at the head.
He slammed that mighty cock into Olive Oyl. It was so huge and she was so skinny that she bulged around it like a boa constrictor that had swallowed a pig. When he came, he shot with such force that he blew her right off his knob and sent her spinning into orbit.
Timmy studied it carefully.
His cock felt as if some spinach had been poured right down the head.
He said, "That's pretty good. But it's more funny than sexy, really. I liked Brenda Starr lots better."
"I wish I could draw," Jerry said.
"Yeah! Me, too. Who would we draw about?"
"I'd draw a real dirty book about your mother."
Timmy glared at him.
"And my sister, too," added Jerry, to take the sting out of it.
Despite his doubtfulness about talking that way about his mother, the idea intrigued Timmy far too much to truly resent it, especially since Jerry had brought his sister in, as well. Dirty thoughts about sisters were just as wicked as lewd thoughts about mothers.
"Fucking and sucking," Jerry added.
Timmy's prick was trying to open his fly just like a can opener with a tin of spinach.
"I'd draw a guy that looks like me, screwing your mom, and a guy that looks like you balling my sister ..."
Timmy felt as if smoke were pouring out of his crotch--and drifting up to form cloud woman at the roof of the shed.
"Then I'd draw a picture of your mom with a huge pecker in her mouth and ..."
"And I'd draw your sister sucking a dog's cock!"
Jerry glared for a moment, then grinned. It was only harmless fantasy . . . what the hell . . .
And the talk had inspired them more than Olive Oyl had. They were both ready to whack off with vigor.
They looked at each other with rueful grins and, by tacit agreement, each opened his fly and hauled his sturdy, iron-hard prick out.
They began to jerk off.
When the boys jacked off alone, they invariably came after only a few strokes, when they were excited to begin with. But when they jerked off in unison they were just enough embarrassed so that their orgasms were pleasantly prolonged. Sometimes they had contests to see who could shoot the farthest or who could spurt out the heaviest dose of jism, but on this occasion they were too excited to bother about such basically non-erotic competition.
Like a two-stroke engine, their fists flew up and down, revving up their dongs.
"I . . . jerked . . . off ... in my sister's . . . panties . . . once ..." Jerry rasped, punctuating each word with a stroke on his cock. "Her . . . dirty . . . panties ..."
"I'm thinking about your sister," Timmy gasped.
"I'm thinking about your mother," Jerry countered.
And then, because the thrill was building up towards the joyful peak, Timmy said, "So am I!"
And they came at the same time.
Cum spurted from Timmy's pecker-head like Old Faithful erupting, the thick, creamy geyser rising halfway to the roof and hanging suspended for an instant--the cum seeming to take the form of a naked woman--and then falling, to splatter on his hand and forearm.
Jerry's cock spurted loops and coils of quicksilvery jism all over the wall and floor.
With the potency of pubescence, both boys shot several times, with force and fluid abundance, and kept whacking away while the terminal drops trickled out.
Then, finished, they grinned sheepishly at one another as their cocks began to droop.
Jerry started to say something, faltered as his vocal cords rebelled, then tried again. "Boy! It's a good thing your mother . . . and my sister . . . don't know what we were just thinking about, huh?" he said.
"It sure is," Timmy agreed.
And both boys, especially Timmy, would have been most distraught had they realized that Jennifer Standish not only knew exactly what they were doing and saying, but that, looking and listening at the tiny window, she had witnessed the whole scene . . .
Chapter Four
By the time that oversexed Jennifer Standish had finished drying the dishes, her cunt was damp again. She grinned, amused by her capacity for passion. She stacked the plates and went up to the bedroom.
But when she started playing with her pussy, it didn't feel as lovely as it had the first time.
Damn, I wish I had a vibrator or a dildo, she thought, wanting some variety in her solitary sex-life.
She was sorely tempted to go over to Martha Jenkin's house, drop a few hints, and see if that friendly neighbor might offer to loan her a dildo.
But she was too embarrased about it. She could just picture the look that Martha would give her--that sly, knowing glance. She knew it would cause her to blush.
Maybe she could make a substitution.
She considered all the phallic objects that were available to her around the house.
The handle of her hairbrush was too thin.
The nozzle of her hair dryer was too short--although the thought of that hot air blowing up her cunt was exciting.
The big sausage in the kitchen was just the right size, but she didn't want to waste it--and it would be just too wicked to feed it to poor, innocent Timmy.
Her electric toothbrush would give her clit a lovely massage, but she was more interested in stuffing something up her cunt than in vibrating her clit.
Then she remembered the tool shed.
Along with all the other equipment that her husband had purchased--and never used--she remembered that there had been a garden hose, a fat rubber hose that, as she recalled, was just the right diameter to do service as a prick.
No sooner had she thought about that hose than she was filled with lust for it. She took her negligee off and put on a light cotton housedress. She didn't bother to put on any underwear, for she intended to fetch the hose back to her bedroom and use it on her cunt. There was no point in getting fully dressed for a quick trip to the tool shed.
She went downstairs again, very aware of the way her pussy was squishing between her thighs as she stepped down the stairs, and out the back door.
The boys were nowhere in sight.
That was good. It saved having to make up some reason for taking a hose into the house.
She crossed the lawn, heading for the tool shed. The door was closed. She had just reached for the handle when she heard Timmy say, " . . . sucking a dog's cock!"
Jennifer stopped dead.
For a horrible moment, she thought that her son was blowing a dog. She was filled with horror.
She slipped silently around the corner and pushed one eye past the edge of the window . . .
. . . and saw the two boys beating their meat with gusto in the tool shed.
For a moment, Jennifer was too shocked to react.
Then a sequence of emotions rushed through her in rapid order. The first was relief.
No matter what he was doing, it was better than blowing a dog, she figured.
Then came the realization that her son was thinking about her as he jacked off, filling her with a mixture of feelings that were so bound up together they were inseparable. She was stunned, shocked, ashamed . . . and she was thrilled!
She had just finished finger-fucking herself while she thought about Timmy and Jerry, and now she found that the two lusty lads were thinking about her as they merrily pulled their porks. Along with her horror, she felt a wash of vanity and pride at the knowledge that she could inspire such passion.
And she watched with fascination.
She saw the creamy loops and coils of jism that burst from the two bulging cock-heads and gave a little whimper. Despite herself and despite the incestuous nature of the thought, she found herself wishing that both of those creamy geysers had been spent in her body . . . one in her hot cunt and the other, at the same time, in her mouth.
Her cunt was streaming, juice pouring down her legs as heavily as the jets that were leaping out of the boys' cocks as they pumped wildly away.
Jennifer waited until they were finished.
Then, half-crazed by lust, she moved away from the window, her legs shaky, her snatch smoldering like a blast furnace demanding phallic fuel.
She was so hot now that she knew her hands would be useless, that she could not possibly finger-fuck herself well enough to slake that lust.
The garden hose was off limits now. She glanced towards Martha Jenkin's house.
It might prove embarrassing, she knew, but she was in no state to let such considerations hinder her quest for a cock-shaped object.
She set her jaw in determination. With her pussy screaming between her thighs, she headed for Martha's house . . .
t t -t
Jennifer Standish was not the only wife in that suburb who had the hots for young boys. So did Martha Jenkins. Nor was Jennifer's husband the only one who had found that gardening did not thrill him.
He had hired a youth to cut the grass.
But there the similarity ended.
Martha fucked the gardener regularly--and if her husband had proved a failed gardener, Martha was in no way a failed fucker, as the grass cutting lad was the first to admit.
Ralph Tucker was the same age as Timmy and Jerry, but he was from a working-class background. So, while the other two lads spent the summer vacation merrily beating their meat, Ralph did odd jobs around the neighborhood and only jerked off after dinner or during his lunch break.
Until he began cutting the Jenkin's grass.
After that he seldom had to pull his pork at all.
Ralph was a tall, gangly boy who usually wore overalls and a straw hat, and chewed on a toothpick. It was on the third occasion that he cut the Jenkin's lawn that Martha, unable to restrain herself any longer, had asked him to come in for a glass of lemonade.
He had taken his shirt off and was sweating. As Martha eyed his torso, naked under the bib of his overalls, she had begun to sweat a bit, herself.
She stood behind him as he sat at the table.
She began to rub his shoulders.
"You're hot," she said.
"Pretty hot sun, today," he said.
Her hands moved under the gaping bib and began to run over his smooth young chest.
Her belly pressed against his back and she began grinding slowly against him.
Being from a working-class family, Ralph was not taken aback by this behavior. He had heard many times that the rich were amoral and, although he had never benefited from that lack of morality in the wealthy, he was more than willing. Not absolutely sure of her intentions, he said nothing, just sipped the lemonade and waited.
His lusty young prick hardened in his overalls.
He spat out the toothpick.
Her hands moved down his belly, gliding, caressing. She blew her hot breath into his ear.
"Do you know what I want?" she whispered.
"I got an idea," said the lad.
Her hand dipped down and cupped his prick.
"Oh, my . . . is that some gardening tool?" she had asked him, playfully. "No, Ma'am."
"Is it a plow, maybe? A rake?"
' 'Ain *t no rake, Ma 'am.''
"Do you use it to dig holes, Ralph? Ummm? Do you use it to sow seed?"
She was pulling his dick and it was as hard as a rock and starting to smoke.
"What do I have in my hand, you naughty boy?"
"Seems to me it's you as is naughty, Ma'am."
"Oh, yes ... I'm very naughty."
"Well, happens it's a cock," he said.
"Ummmm. Do you know what I like to do with a young boy's cock, Ralph?"
"I guess maybe you like to fuck 'em, huh?"
"Yes. And suck them, too."
Ralph stiffened all over at that. He had not realized that the amorality of the wealthy was so varied.
"Have you ever had a woman suck your sweet prick, Ralph? Ummm? Have you ever put it in a girl's mouth?"
"Nope."
"Would you like to?" "I sure would."
"Shall I suck your cock for you, you dear boy? Shall I suck it for a long time . . . and let you come in my mouth . . . and swallow your delicious jism?"
"Jeez . . . won't it make you throw up?"
he asked.
Martha giggled. "I love to drink cum," she said.
"Well, if you want to ... " "Very much."
Martha pulled the straps off his shoulders and let the bib of his overalls fall into his lap. She knelt beside him. He turned away from the table and stretched his legs out. He was bemused, but more than eager.
She opened his fly, reached in and hauled out his big, hard prick, holding it in her hand as if weighing it, gazing at it with fascination. It was a fine prick. The lewd housewife's mouth began to water.
She leaned down and ran her tongue over the tip, tentatively at first. He shuddered and his legs extended as far as they would go as he pushed his loins up into her face. Martha began to lave his cock-head, tonguing all over the head and then slurping up and down the stalk. She pulled his bloated balls out and licked them for a moment, then moved back up to the knob. Taking it into her greedy mouth, she began to suck vigorously.
Ralph was whimpering, his eyes glazed.
Martha lingered over this tasty feast of cock-meat, wanting to make it last as long as possible. Although she was hungry for his cum, she was in no hurry to satisfy that hunger, preferring to savor a nice long feed of meat before she drank the creamy culmination.
She paused, letting his dick cool for a moment as she gazed lovingly up into his stunned face.
Then she began again.
She sucked with her lips, pulled with her cheeks, and used her nimble tongue to lave all over his cock-head and shaft--blowing, sucking, playing up and down his rod as if it was a fleshy flute.
His balls were swollen like over-inflated balloons and she knew he was going to shoot soon.
She was ravenous for his jism.
With the end in sight, she began to work towards it with lewd efficiency. She cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently as if she wanted to pump the jism out of the sac. She folded her other hand around the root of his stalk and began to frig him up and down. Her head went down, her lips meeting her fist as it skimmed up, and she took his cock-head right into her throat, fairly inhaling it.
He humped up from the chair, fucking into her face.
"Gonna come ..." he gasped with some idea that he ought to warn her, just in case she didn't really want to get a mouthful of slime.
But Martha sucked even harder. Howling like a beast in torment, Ralph blasted his spunk into her gullet.
He came with spurt after spurt. She gulped it down voraciously and sucked for more, until she had drained his cock and balls to the dregs.
Then she used her clever tongue to gather up a few errant drips of cum that had overflowed her lips down onto his now-empty balls. She put his cock-head back into her mouth and sucked it so clean that it looked as if it had been polished. She could see her face reflected in the purple head as if it had been a crystal ball.
She gazed up happily at him.
"Was that nice, Ralph?"
He nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll do that for you every day, if you like."
"Can we fuck, too?" he asked.
"I certainly hope so."
And, although he'd just poured a bucketful of jism into her gullet, the randy lad's dong snapped right back up into a brand-new erection.
Martha, delighted by the potency of youth, saw that there were many benefits to having a young lad as a lover. She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. In her husband's bed, she fucked him to a frazzle.
That had been the first time.
Since that memorable day, young Ralph had cut the Jenkin's grass at least three times a week, whether it needed it or not, and Martha's husband had been so pleased by the gardener's diligence that he gave him a bonus.
Sometimes Martha sucked him off.
Sometimes they fucked.
Frequently, they did both.
And so it was that, with the shortest grass in the city, Martha no longer had much use for her dildo and was going to be quite willing to lend it to Jennifer.
But that came later.
For, as horny Jennifer resolutely marched up to the Jenkin's house, Martha was just about to give Ralph a fuck . . .
Chapter Five
Jennifer and Martha were rather good friends, as neighbors in suburbia go, and neither stood on ceremony. When Jennifer found the back door of Martha's house open, she thought nothing of walking straight in without knocking. She noticed that lawn mower beside the steps. But why should there be any significance in that?
She paused inside, in the kitchen.
There was coffee on the stove and a radio was playing somewhere in the house.
Jennifer figured that Martha must be getting dressed or having a bath. She thought she would wait in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee. She started to pour the coffee, then decided she didn't really want any. She was nervous enough, without caffeine enhancing her condition, and her pussy was burbling away as merrily as any percolator.
If Martha was in the bath, she might linger there, not aware that she had company.
Jennifer decided to announce herself.
The Jenkin's house was a one-story dwelling. Jennifer went down the hall toward the bathroom. That route brought her past the bedroom. The door was not quite closed. As she passed, Jennifer heard a soft moan that could signify nothing other than passion.
She hesitated.
She knew that Martha's husband had already left for work. Yet that meaningful moan could only signify one thing--or so she assumed.
She thought that Martha must be masturbating.
And then she had an exciting thought: Suppose her friend was using her dildo. It seemed likely enough. Since she had a nice big dildo, it was logical that she would be using it instead of, or along with, her hands. Jennifer had been wondering how to bring the subject of the dildo up in conversation and now she saw the perfect solution. She would enter the bedroom, pretending she was not aware that Martha was masturbating. Once she came upon the scene, the dildo would be the most logical topic of conversation they could possibly have. She could apologize for her untimely appearance, feigning embarrassment. Afterwards, she could show interest and inquire what it felt like to fuck oneself with a rubber dick. If all went according to plan, Martha would say, "Try it and see." Grinning slightly, she moved to the door. Then she forced herself to look innocent and pushed the door open and looked in.
And found that it was no rubber dick with which Martha was amusing herself.
Ralph was stretched out on the bed and Martha was pulling his overalls off. His prick stood up above his lean belly like a telephone pole, the big purple knob pulsing as if it were flashing a signal. He had an idiotic grin on his face. Martha, stark naked, knelt beside him as she dragged the overalls over his legs. Martha had curly brown hair, cropped short, and a pert little body. Her tits, although not particularly large, were plump and succulent. As she leaned over the bed, they hung down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sweeping out from her tiny waist. Her pubic thicket was heavy, her thighs shapely, her calves trim.
She was smiling in happy expectation as she gazed down at the big prick beneath her.
Jennifer stopped dead in the doorway.
Her mouth worked but no words came out. That was just as well, for she had no idea what she could say that, under the circumstances, would not be absurd.
She was absolutely shocked, so stunned that she didn't even feel embarrassed at having discovered these lovers.
She knew that she should beat a silent retreat, but, like her voice, her legs failed to respond. She was frozen in place. She just stood there, gaping.
On the bed, Martha had removed the boy's overalls and was bending lower. She began to swing her body gently from side to side, as if she were being blown on a gentle breeze of desire. Her tits, hanging down, swung like twin pendulums over the boy's towering cock. Then she lowered herself a bit farther, so that her nipples were rubbing against his pecker-head as they swung back and forth.
Jennifer blushed scarlet.
Martha lowered herself even more. She took his prick into the cleavage between her tits and began to grind against it. Her hands cupped her boobs, holding them around his prick as she massaged him in her soft cushioning flesh.
Jennifer gave a little whimper. Her embarrassment drifted away, replaced by burning lust. She had been fantasizing about young boys. Now what should she see but a naked young boy with a hard-on in bed with her friend! Jennifer felt definitely envious. From where she stood, she could dearly see Martha's cunt, under her pert, upthrusting ass and between her spread thighs. That honeypot was flooded with cunt-juice. The pussy-lips had unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower in the morning sunlight, and those petals sparkled with dew. Her clit was stiff and vibrant.
Jennifer looked from cock to cunt and back to cock in total fascination, while her pussy, which had already been smoldering, seemed to burst into flames.
Ralph humped up from the bed.
His cock wallowed in the glen between Martha's plump tits. He stroked up, running his shaft along her lean belly. His swollen cock-head emerged from the top of her cleavage and nestled into her throat. As it drew back, it left a trail of glistening spunk down her breastbone as pre-cum began to ooze from the parted cleft.
Ducking down, Martha swept her nimble tongue over his knob, greedily and lovingly lapping up his fresh jism.
"Yummy," she purred.
He thrust again. Her lips met his cock-head and she let it slip into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she gave that tasty slab of cock-meat a slurp, then they billowed out as she blew down the stalk. A silvery line of saliva trickled down the underside of his rod, and a few drops of thick jism bubbled from her hot lips.
My God! Jennifer thought. She's sucking his cock ... a young, hairless boy's cock . . . why, she's depraved . . . perverted . . . absolutely degenerate . . .
And so lucky!
Jennifer stared, hoping to see the boy come in Martha's mouth before her presence was noticed.
But this was not a blow-job day.
Martha had sucked him off on his last visit, and she wanted a fuck today. She had given him a fleeting suck just to make sure his cock was absolutely ready for her cunt--and because it was so delicious, as well--and now she wanted to mount the boy. She rose up.
Then Ralph spotted Jennifer.
His jaw dropped open and he gasped. He lifted one hand and pointed towards the doorway.
Martha's back was to the door. Seeing ihs hand rise, she assumed he wanted a feel. She took it and brought it to her tits, squirming against him.
She moved one knee across his flanks and straddled him, with his big prick bumping against her belly. She looked down, thrilled to see how far up her torso that mighty stalk extended, knowing that, when it was inside her, it would reach that far up her eager cunt, stuffing her to the brim with a lovely load of iron-hard, white-hot cock-meat.
She tensed her thighs, rising up.
His cock-head slipped between her legs.
"There's . . . someone ..." he croaked.
Martha ignored him.
She began to move his prick around in her slot, not pushing it up her hole yet, but merely working it around in her flooded gash as if she were stirring her carnal stew with a big, purple ladle.
"Someone ..." he gasped.
A look of annoyance flitted across her excited features. What was he talking about? Was he trying to tell her that he was in love with someone else? That mattered not at all, to Martha. She assumed that he had girlfriends his own age. And she certainly wasn't in love with the boy. She loved her husband, Ralph, to Martha, was no more than a cock. She used him just as she used her dildo, for her own pleasure . . . and found his young dong far more effective than any rubber dick could ever be. She whispered, "Shhhh . . . don't talk ..." as she stirred his cock-head around in her slot and moved the swollen knob across her tingling clit, gasping with the sensation as hot cock-head brushed over vibrant love-bud.
"But ... but ..." he mumbled.
Martha pushed her cunt down onto his towering prick, going down slowly, taking his cock up her hole inch by precious inch until she was stuffed to the brim. Her cunt was plastered against his belly and his lovely young pecker was buried to the roots in her steaming gash.
"Ahhh ..." he sighed.
"Ummm," she purred, not moving for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being full of prick, while he savored the thrill of having every inch of his tool sheathed in slippery, clutching cunt.
She started to move, sinousiy, slowly, lifting one hip while she still held every inch of his prick up her cunt; dropping that hip and raising the other one; squirming and writhing on his fat stake without actually sliding up and down on it yet. The cheeks of her ass parted with the movement, revealing her tight brown bud to Jennifer. The boy's swollen balls were jammed against her crotch. Cunt-juice trickled onto the hairy bag as she weaved about in this dance of desire. She bent over him, tits hobbling, then arched her back, throwing her head and shoulders back and pushing her belly out.
Ralph gasped, "There's someone watching!"
"What?" she stammered.
Martha looked over her shoulder.
She turned white as a sheet.
Jennifer was bright red again.
"Jenny! What are you . . . ?"
"Errr . . . excuse me, Martha ... I didn't mean to interrupt you while you were ... I didn't realize ..."
And then, to Jennifer's amazement, Martha grinned. It was a sheepish grin, to be sure, but it was still a grin. Her hips were still moving.
Martha said, "Well, it's too late now . . .
and I'm not about to stop until I come ... so make yourself at home ..."
And then she began to fuck the boy wildly.
Jennifer knew that she should leave the room.
But she couldn't.
She was too fascinated, too intrigued at seeing her own erotic fantasy being played out in reality. She just stood there, gaping.
Martha rode the boy's prick steadily, her trim ass humping up and down, her hips grinding from side to side. Ralph met her with hard thrusts, humping up from the bed as her cunt descended, burying his prick up her smoking hole as far as it would go. They were both gasping and whimpering and panting with pleasure and passion.
Jennifer was panting every bit as hard.
She thought that she was going to cream just as she stood there, without even touching her twat--that the mere sight of the fucking couple would melt her pussy.
She reached down and cupped her crotch.
It almost burned her through the light cotton material of her dress.
She lifted the dress and slipped her hand over her bare cunt and began to rub and stroke her pussy frantically as she watched the fuckers on the bed.
Martha cried out.
As her cunt pulled up the boy's prick, heavy cream flowed out, running down his stalk.
Then he wailed as he blew his geyser into her clenching cunt.
She went down, sheathing him. As she rose up again, a blend of cunt-juice and cum washed down his fat stalk and pooled on his flat belly, soaking his balls. He blew a second great spurt, then a third.
Martha's cunt melted around his shooting stick as the catalyst of his orgasm caused her to cream. Her pussy melted on his dong like a wax candle around a flaming wick.
And in the doorway, her hand rubbing wildly, Jennifer joined in the orgasm. Her cunt-juice poured down her naked thighs in an ivory cascade.
She staggered and had to lean against the door jamb to keep from falling.
Ralph's cock and balls were drained. He stretched out in a state of collapse.
Martha continued to rise and fall on him, even as his cock began to soften and diminish, as she worked off the final spasms of her own wonderful orgasm.
Then at last she was still.
They were frozen in a motionless tableau for a moment, still linked together. Then, with a sigh, Martha dismounted. The boy's prick remained upright, quivering. Then it dropped like a felled redwood, the knob bouncing against his hip bone and the shaft stretching out, still long and thick even though it was no longer erect.
Martha looked speculatively at Jennifer.
She said, "I think you'd better go out and cut the grass now, Ralph ... I have to . . . explain ... to my friend ..."
Ralph rolled over and sat up. He looked ashamed and a bit bewildered. He also looked at Jennifer, realizing that the sexy observer had enjoyed her voyeurism, wondering if she, too, needed her garden tended.
And Jennifer was wishing that Martha had asked her to join them on the bed, instead of sending the boy away.
But it was not easy to suggst such an arrangement.
Ralph pulled his overalls on and wobbled out of the room, his legs unsteady, knowing that he was going to cut a very erratic swath through the lawn.
The two women looked at one another.
"I hope . . . you aren't too shocked," Martha said.
"No . . . well, yes ... I was shocked . . . but only because it was such a surprise ... I
don't think it was wicked or anything like that, Martha ... it was," Jennifer smiled, "exciting, to tell you the truth ..."
Martha's eyebrows lifted.
She turned, curling onto her flank, one knee lifted. Her cunt, thus revealed, was still streaming with a thick blend of cunt-cream and jism.
"You won't tell my husband?"
"Of course not."
"It doesn't mean anything. Nothing serious or emotional, that is. It's just . . . fun." "It sure looked like fun." "Oh?"
Jennifer felt no inhibitions now. That would have been ridiculous, after what she'd seen.
She said, "In fact, I was thinking about fucking young boys just this morning."
"Were you, indeed?"
"Yes. I never have. But ... "
"You rubbed yourself off, didn't you? While you were watching us fuck?"
Jennifer nodded.
"I never realized you were so . . . horny."
"Oh, I am. My husband is, too, so I get taken care of . . . but Pete is away for a week and . . . "
"I see."
"I . . . have you been screwing that boy for a long time?"
"A few months. Two or three times a week. Sometimes ..." Martha paused for effect, smiling. "Sometimes I suck him off, instead. I love young boy's cocks."
Jennifer felt her head swirl.
For all the lasting good it had done her, she might well have not bothered to masturbate as she watched, for her pussy was already steaming again.
"Come, sit down," Martha said.
Jennifer moved unsteadily to the bed. She sat down beside the naked woman.
"Would you like Ralph to fuck you?" Martha asked.
"Oh! Oh, no ... I couldn't."
"Just to get it out of your system?"
"No . . . I don't want to be unfaithful to Pete ..."
"Well, suit yourself. But if you are going to be alone for a whole week ..."
"That's why I came over," said Jennifer. "I wanted to ask you about that ..."
Martha grinned.
"You came to the right girl," said that wanton wife.
Chapter Six
"Remember once, you told me that you had a ... a dildo?" said Jennifer, averting her gaze as she spoke.
Her averted gaze turned, in fact, right onto Martha's wet pussy, but that was due more to the angle than to any interest on Jennifer's part.
"Sure," Martha said.
"I ... I was wondering if you'd mind if I borrowed it while Pete is out of town."
"Sure you can."
"I wasn't sure ... I don't know much about things like that, and I figured maybe a woman might feel possessive, maybe even jealous, of such a personal . . . device."
"Naw. Not me. Some girls, maybe. But I think it would be sort of exciting to share it with you. When I used it again, afterwards, knowing it had been up your sweet snatch, Jenny . . .yes, definitely exciting. In fact, since I've been screwing Ralph, I haven't used it much, myself."
Sweet snatch? Jennifer thought.
Is she hinting at something? But no, that was impossible. Martha was a married woman and she loved prick ... she couldn't possibly mean anything . . . like that. She must have used the term sweet as a figure of speech . . .
On the other hand ... I'm a married woman, too, and I love cock as much as anyone could ... and I still get awfully curious about pussy, sometimes . . .
She glanced up and found that Martha was gazing at her with amused speculation.
Martha broke off the gaze.
"I'll get the dildo," she said.
She hopped off the bed and moved to her dresser, opened a drawer, rummaged about, and found the joystick. It was a big rubber dong, quite realistic. It was fitted with a leather harness on the hilt.
"Gee, aren't you afraid that your husband might find it, keeping it right in the drawer like that?" asked Jennifer as she looked at the big tool.
"Oh, he knows all about it. In fact, he gave it to me. He loves to watch me use it on my cunt."
"Really? How exciting!"
Martha returned to the bed. She held the dildo in her hand, not offering it to Jennifer yet.
"WTiat ... are those straps for?" Jennifer asked, indicating the leather harness. Martha giggled.
"That's so that a woman can wear it," she said.
"Wear it? As if she had a cock, you mean?" "Urn hum."
"But ... but why would a girl do that? I mean, I know why she'd use the other end on herself . . . fuck herself, I mean . . . but what would be the point of wearing it as if it were a part of her own body, as if she were a man . . . ?"
Martha laughed gaily. "Oh, you are naive," she said.
"I suppose so."
"It's for one woman to make love to another woman," Martha explained, watching Jennifer carefully as she spoke.
"Oh! Lesbians, you mean?"
"Well . . . not necessarily. Oh, sure, lesbians use them that way . . . but a girl doesn't have to be a lesbian to fool around with another girl, you know."
"She . . . doesn't?" whispered Jennifer, finding herself strangely affected by this talk.
"Of course not, silly. Two normal, heterosexual girls can still have lots of fun together, you know. I mean, hands are hands, whether they are a man's hands or a girl's." She looked very naughty, her dark eyes flashing. "And a tongue is a tongue, Jenny. Fun is fun and when a girl feels like coming, what's the difference?"
"Oh, my ... I ... did you . . . ever . . .
with a girl?"
Martha shrugged. "Maybe," she said.
Jennifer stared at Martha, amazed. She was not so much surprised that Martha might have had a homosexual experience, for she knew that the woman was exceedingly horny and uninhibited, but she was shocked that Martha would actually admit to, or hint at, such deviant behavior. Although Jennifer had often thought about eating a cunt, she would never have confessed to such a desire.
She was ashamed to act too interested.
Changing the subject, she said, "I've never used a dildo, even. I guess my sex life has been pretty normal. But the technique looks simple enough."
"Oh, sure . . . you can just stick it up your cunt and move it in and out until you cream. Of course, there are more interesting things to do with it. Especially ... if someone else is with you ..."
Jennifer started to tremble.
Martha said, "Like when my husband watches me fuck myself, for instance. Then I suck on the dildo, just as if it were a real cock . . . after it's all creamy from being up my twat . . . and he likes to fuck me with it, while I suck his prick . . . and sometimes I put it up my asshole while he screws my pussy . . . there are all sorts of things a girl can do when she has a spare cock at hand, you know. But I suppose you're going to just take it home and use it all by yourself, huh?"
"Well ... I thought so . . . but . . . "
"Couldn't I watch?" Martha asked.
"Do you really want to?"
"Um hum. It makes my husband so hot to watch me . . . maybe I'd get hot watching you fuck yourself."
"It would be awfully . . . naughty," Jennifer said.
"Sure . . . that's why it would be so much fun. Things are always more fun if they're naughty."
"I'd ... be embarrassed to have to watch."
"Oh, at first, maybe ... but once that big dick started moving in and out of your lovely cunt, you wouldn't have any time to be embarrassed."
"I . . . I don't know," stammered Jennifer.
In fact, the idea thrilled her to the core and she wanted very much to have her friend watch, but she was afraid to admit to that desire. "We'd probably feel awfully ashamed of what we'd done, afterwards."
"Speak for yourself, Jenny. I've never felt ashamed of getting my rocks off, no matter how."
"Well ..."
"I'll tell you what. If you're embarrassed . . . suppose I fuck myself, first. While you watch. After I've already done it, you won't have to feel ashamed at all."
Jennifer nodded doubtfully. Then she nodded again, with enthusiasm, as she thought about what a thrill it would be to watch Martha use the rubber dong on herself.
"All right," she whispered, batting her eyes and squirming at the thought.
"Why don't you take your dress off, honey? Let's both be naked together ..."
Jennifer figured that was a fine idea.
She removed her light cotton dress. She heard the sharp intake of Martha's breath when that oversexed woman realized that she was naked under the dress.
"What a lovely body you have," Martha said as her hungry eyes moved over Jennifer's curves.
"You do, too," Jennifer whispered. "But we won't ... do anything, okay? I mean . . . we'll just take turns fucking ourselves with the dildo, we won't touch each other or anything . . . ?"
"Is that a question?" Martha asked.
"Well ..."
"We'll only do . . . what we want to do. Okay?"
"I wouldn't want to do what . . . lesbians do ... " Jennifer said, rather feebly.
Martha smiled knowingly.
She placed her hand on Jennifer's knee, lightly.
Martha knew full well that, once they had started fooling around with a rubber dick, Jennifer was going to lose her doubts and inhibitions.
Then she lay back on the bed.
"Watch," she whispered.
She started fucking herself with the dildo.
Just as Jennifer had often had thoughts about making love with another woman-- thoughts which she had always supposed were impossible fantasies, so had Martha often speculated on how nice it would be to get her sexy friend in bed. Martha had made love with women before, more than once. She enjoyed the variety. And she had wanted very much to introduce. Jennifer to the joys of distaff lovemaking, but had never had the right opportunity before--the mood had never been propitious and the proper situation had not arisen.
Now it had.
And sexy Martha was not about to waste her opportunity.
She lay back on the bed, raising her knees and letting her thighs drop apart. She watched Jennifer as she did this, and was pleased to see that Jennifer's eyes were glued upon her crotch. Jennifer was curled up on one hip, her head bent down, staring intently at Martha's pussy. There was no concealing the passion that contorted her pretty face.
It was but a small step from desire to commitment.
Martha fitted the bulging head of the rubber dong against her frothy cunt. She moved it up and down.
"Ohhh . . . that's nice," she sighed. "Watch what I'm doing, Jenny . . . watch my cunt get fucked ..."
She slowly fed the dong to her twat.
And Jennifer watched in absolute fascination.
Chapter Seven
Jennifer didn't think that ever in her life had she seen anything as erotic as Martha Jenkins pushing the fat rubber dick up her steaming twat. She lost all her reluctance and hesitation. Inhibitions could not survive in the heat of that stimulation. She leaned over, lower and lower--closer and closer--as if the sight were pulling her toward it by some carnal compulsion. Her face took on the glazed expression of a bird that has looked into the eye of the serpent and can no longer flee from danger.
Martha pushed the cock up her pussy slowly, inch by inch. Her hips sinuously shifted from side to side and her belly humped in a fucking movement. When the whole fat rod was up her hole, she sighed happily, grinding down on it, working her clit against the shaft, arching her slender back, lifting her trim ass up from the bed. Only an inch or so of dick remained unsheathed in her crotch. The leather harness straps lay like trailing reins over her thigh.
Then she began to pull the rod out, withdrawing it until only the bulbous head was in her cunt, then pushed it all the way in again, failing into the fucking rhythm. Her movements were slow and steady. Her enjoyment registered in her face as her pretty features were transported by passion. She spread her cunt-lips wide open with her fingers so that Jennifer could see the darker flesh of the inner lips, streaked with cunt-juice, as the rubber prick vanished into her pussy.
Her pussy worked, clinging, clutching, sucking on the thick joystick. Her talented cunt-muscles closed like a velvet vise over the big reamer.
A trickle of cunt-juice ran from her slot and flowed down into the crack of her ass.
Her clit was vibrating, taut as a tuning fork as it hummed to the chords of her desire.
Jennifer wished that Martha would hurry up and come, so that she could have a turn with the dildo.
On the other hand, the sight was so thrilling that she wanted to watch for a long time, her vision as demanding as her smoldering pussy, her vicarious lust towering to heights every bit as dazzling as the physical sensation between her legs.
Martha watched Jennifer as Jennifer looked at her cunt. With her expression of carnal delight there was also a look of speculation.
Martha was preparing the scene just as if she had been carefully setting a table, laying out the dishes of desire in a delectable array that would make any girl's mouth water.
She pulled the dildo all the way out.
Jennifer raised her eyebrows, wondering if it was her turn now, surprised that Martha had stopped screwing herself before she had a climax.
But Martha brought the cream-coated dong up to her lips and curled her tongue around it, then pushed it into her mouth and sucked, slurping her cunt-juice off the fat tool.
"Ummm . . . nice ..." she purred.
She put it back in her cunt. Her lips were smeared with cunt-juice. Jennifer's eyes darted back and forth between her cunt and her mouth.
Martha shoveled the dong in and out a few times. She drew it out again, and this time she held it up to Jennifer.
"Suck it," she whispered. "Taste it . . . taste me ... "
Jennifer blushed. But she couldn't help herself. She was too hot, too horny. She rationalized: It was only a rubber rod, it wasn't as if she were putting her mouth directly on the other woman.
And she had so often wondered what another woman's cunt-juice would taste like.
She slipped her lips over the fat knob and sucked on it, her tongue lapping:
Oh! Martha's cunt was delicious!
Blushing furiously and sucking avidly, Jennifer lapped up the pussy-nectar. The fat rod stuck out of her mouth, hobbling up and down, the leather straps hanging. She sucked it clean and offered it to Martha again. The thick shaft was coated with Jennifer's saliva now.
"Do it for me . . . please ..." Martha rasped.
Jennifer wanted to. She fitted the head to Martha's snatch and pushed it up her hole. Martha shuddered, extending her trim legs and hiking up her ass. Jennifer worked the fat stick all the way up her hole and twisted it about inside her, drew it back out, still twisting, and corkscrewing it in again.
Martha's whole crotch was lathered with cream now. Her thighs were soaked, her curly pubic thatch coated with the dew of desire. The creamy stuff was running freely down into the crack of her ass, ribbons of juice flowing through the frothy pool that was already there.
"Stop ..." Martha whimpered.
Jennifer looked at her, surprised.
"I . . . I want to make you come," Jennifer whispered.
"Yes . . . but not yet. I don't want to come yet, darling ... let me do you, first ..." "Oh! Yes!"
Jennifer gave Martha's pussy a last slow stroke, then drew the creamy joystick out and handed it to Martha. Totally abandoned to her desire now, Jennifer twisted, stretching out on the bed. Jennifer was feverish with lust. Her crotch felt ready to ignite, smoldering with spontaneous combustion. She parted her slick thighs as Martha loomed over her. Her lips were trembling as she smiled.
Martha pushed the rod up Jennifer's twat.
Jennifer gurgled and moaned.
Martha fucked her cunt for a few wonderful moments.
"Turn over," she commanded, her voice husky. "Let me fuck you from the back ..."
Jennifer turned, drawing her knees up under her so that her ass was at the highest point of her body. She buried her face in the pillow, panting.
Martha shoved the dildo up her cunt from the back.
As she slowly push-pulled the rubber dong in and out, she began to finger Jennifer's clit.
Jennifer was so hot that she wasn't sure if she'd had an orgasm or not. A great surge had passed through her. It felt like she had come, yet when that wave passed she remained as horny as she had been, ready to come again.
Martha was taking her time, enjoying it tremendously. She rolled Jennifer onto her back again and fed her a few strokes. She turned her belly-down, hauling on her ass, and plowed up her cunt from behind again. She drew her onto her knees and pushed the dick up her cunt with a vertical motion, while thick cunt-juice sprayed out over her hands. She played with Jennifer's clit and rubbed her pussy with her hand while she fed the dong to her, doubling the thrill.
Once again she stretched Jennifer out on her back, in a distaff mockery of the missionary position.
Smiling, sure of herself now, Martha strapped the leather harness around her hips so that she was wearing the big rubber dick just as if she were a man.
She lifted her eyebrows in query.
Jennifer was not about to protest, not now.
"Yes . . . fuck me!" she wailed.
Martha mounted the eager woman. She folded her fist around the rubber rod and fitted the tip to Jennifer's cunt. She pushed it in, her hips and ass thrusting.
She began fucking Jennifer like a man, corkscrewing in, feeding long, rippling strokes up her cunt, lifting so that the angle changed and every inch of the fat teol ran over Jennifer's clit as it plowed up into her juicy pussy.
She.began to caress Jennifer's tits.
Jennifer reached up and started playing with Martha's tits, massaging the plump mounds as they swayed over her, thumbing the stiff nipples, cupping the globes together into deep cleavage. It was lovely, getting fucked by a woman, she realized. It was nice to have tits to play with while your hot cunt was getting stuffed full of prick.
Martha's hips weaved in. She shoveled the cock into Jennifer slowly and steadily. Lowering her torso, she began to rub her tits against Jennifer's. Her plump mounds swept sideways over Jennifer's upthrusting globes. Their taut nipples clashed together like little, fleshy swords. Then she bent lower still and began to use her tongue on Jennifer's breasts, curling and coiling as she lapped at the tips, sweeping up the cleavage, circling the mounds as if climbing a winding mountain road towards the swollen peaks.
When she offered her own tits to Jennifer's mouth, Jennifer did not hesitate at all.
She began mouthing those succulent globes and sucking on the tender nipples with relish.
Martha cupped her hands under Jennifer's ass, hauling her loins up as she fed the dick to her cunt. Jennifer clamped her smooth thighs around Martha's flanks, drawing her in, hooked her heels behind Martha's grinding ass, and humped against her just as if she had been a man.
They kissed, mouth to mouth, lips parted, panting into each other's mouths. Martha slipped her tongue into Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sucked on it. When Martha withdrew, Jennifer's own tongue followed, darting into Martha's mouth. They swapped saliva. They exchanged tongues. Their lips ground together in a passionate, flaming kiss.
Then Martha drew away, pulling the big dong out. It bobbed up and down in front of her belly, securely fastened to her loins by the leather harness.
"Oh . . . don't stop ..." Jennifer wailed. She wanted to come while Martha fucked her, to come while their tits were rubbing together and their tongues were switching back and forth.
But Martha unfastened the harness. Jennifer frowned, not understanding, wondering if Martha had had enough. But Martha could never get enough. She uncoupled the dildo, and, holding it in her hand again, pushed it up Jennifer's cunt. She fed it in and out. Jennifer liked it better when Martha had been wearing it and couldn't understand why the woman had wrought this change in the pattern of their fucking.
Then Martha, smiling happily, lowered her face over Jennifer's loins. Her tongue, came out. She began licking at Jennifer's clit while she fucked her hole with the big dildo.
"Oh, my God!" Jennifer cried as she felt a double thrill that she had never known before.
It was like being in bed with two people, one fucking her, one sucking her. Martha ran her tongue up, tracing Jennifer's cunt-lips. She fed it up Jennifer's hole alongside the thick rubber dick. Then she closed her lips over Jennifer's clit and began to suck steadily on that juicy nugget, still stuffing her with the prick.
Jennifer wailed with pure ecstasy and her pussy flowed like a volcano spurting lava.
"Coming ..." she gasped.
But Martha knew that, for she was already drinking the fluids of that orgasm.
She continued to whack the rubber dong up Jennifer's hole until Jennifer was screaming with joy. Then she drew it out. Fitting her lips to Jennifer's gaping slot, she sucked all that succulent cunt-cream out, gobbling it up ravenously.
She milked Jennifer's pussy to the dregs.
Jennifer stopped thrashing about as the waves of lust receded, replaced by a deep contentment.
But greedy Martha kept right on sucking. In a very short time, Jennifer was starting to tingle again.
She stared down, seeing Martha's curly head buried between her thighs, bobbing below her belly. Martha looked up at her, just the top of her face visible, her eyes flashing.
Jennifer smiled to show that it was all right. Martha stuffed her nimble tongue as far up Jennifer's cunt as it would go, darting and coiling.
It was one half of the fantasy that Jennifer had often thought about.
She said, "Let me do you, now ..."
Martha didn't understand. She reached out, fumbling, found the dildo and held it up.
But Jennifer took it and tossed it aside.
"We don't need that," she whispered.
Martha looked at her, surprised . . . and delighted.
"I want to suck your cunt now," said Jennifer. And so she did . . .
Chapter Eight
Exhausted from jerking off, Timmy and Jerry were in need of the second most important thing in the life of a horny young boy-- nourishment. They had to eat a great deal to keep their energy up for masturbating, which burned off a lot of calories when it was done right.
They left the clubhouse-toolshed and strolled over to Timmy's house where, in the kitchen, they found the big sausage that
Jennifer had contemplated fucking herself with. They ate it greedily, not realizing how close that sausage had come to being delicately and deliciously flavored by being steeped in a creamy cunt. Had they thought of that, they would have been in ecstasy as they munched the meat.
They both had fast metabolisms.
No sooner had they devoured the last of the sausage and washed it down with Coke than they felt their energies renewed. Their body chemistry went to work, assimilating the protein. Naturally, their cocks got hard as crowbars.
"Where's your mom?" Jerry asked.
"Don't know . . . must of gone shopping."
"Think we got time to whack off?"
"We can go up to my room. She never comes in there without knocking."
"You got any dirty pictures or anything?"
"Naw."
They went upstairs. "That your mom's room?" "Urn hum."
"Listen, Tim ..." Jerry looked sly. "Why don't we get a pair of your mother's panties or a bra or something that we can jerk off in?"
Timmy was scandalized.
Then lust rushed in to evict the scandalization.
"Dirty ones," Jerry added.
"Yeah! Okay! If you'll let me jerk off in your sister's panties next time I'm at your house."
"You got a deal."
In the dirty clothes hamper, the boys were lucky enough to find not one, but two pair of panties that had been worn, and--to their joy --were stained at the crotchband.
They took these wondrous objects down to Timmy's room and prepared to fill them with spunk.
Timmy forgot to lock the door, f t %
In the house across the yard, Jennifer was about to get her first mouthful of hot cunt.
"Let's do it together," Martha suggested. Not waiting for Jennifer to reply, she shifted into the classic position of inverted love.
Her mouth was still clamped on Jennifer's crotch. Reluctant to lose that delectable tidbit for even a moment, Martha began to rotate her lean body around the axis of her head, sucking and tonguing even as she shifted her own crotch into position for the same thing. With her face buried in Jennifer's snatch, she crawled through an arc that brought her into the reversed position.
She lifted one knee, moved in across and poised there, right over Jennifer's upturned face.
She didn't go down right away. She was savoring the anticipation of the pleasure to come.
Jennifer looked up directly into Martha's cunt, seeing how the pink lips were peeled open and the slot was flooded with joy-juice. Her mouth began to water. She licked her hps, then pushed her tongue out, lapping at the air, all set to start eating pussy as soon as it was delivered to her eager mouth. Her tongue felt as stiff and as hot as her clit.
Martha lowered her haunches.
Jennifer's tongue lapped at her cunt as soon as it was within range, scooping up a tongueful of cunt-cream.
It was even better than she had hoped!
She opened her mouth wide and clamped it over Martha's sodden snatch and began to suck with relish. As her lips caressed the cunt-flaps, she stabbed her tongue far up the hole. Having never eaten a cunt before, Jennifer had been afraid that she might be a bit awkward, that she would have to practice and experiment before she perfected the art, but the moment she had her mouth clamped on that delicious pussy she realized that cunt-sucking was the most natural thing in the world--that a woman knows instinctively how to go about it.
She used her fingers to spread Martha's pussy wide open and worked her whole face around in that creamy pool, coating her countenance from chin to brow with cunt-juice. Her mouth filled up with the succulent nectar. She gulped it down and sucked for more.
Martha's ass heaved and her hips rotated as she worked her crotch around on Jennifer's eager face. At the same time, her own face was busily munching Jennifer's steaming pussy and pulling on her vibrant clit.
Both girls came quickly.
As cunt-juice poured out of their cunts, an equal load flooded into their mouths, so that it seemed as if they were sharing the same cunt-juice as well as the same thrill. Their coupled bodies seemed to be linked on a rope of pussy-cream, fastened at head and crotch with an alternating current of liquid lust coursing through them. They were stuck together as if by an electric charge, coming and gulping cum with equal pleasure and equal abundance.
Drained for a moment, they paused, slowing but not stopping. They licked tenderly and lovingly at each other's twat until, soon enough, they were both inspired again.
They rolled over so that Jennifer was on top this time, and began sixty-nining with such vigor that no one would have supposed they had already come.
Jennifer began pushing three fingers up Martha's cunt, finger-fucking her hole as she sucked on her clit and cunt-lips. Martha returned the favor.
They rolled onto their flanks then. Locked together in comfort, both women came again.
And at last--for the time being--they had had enough cunt-sucking.
"Gee . . . I never knew ..."
"Ummm?" Martha purred, a contented smile on her creamy lips, her eyes glazed by satiation.
"I never knew you were . . . like that."
"Oh, I am. So are you . . . now."
Jennifer considered that fact.
She had always supposed that, if she ever did get the opportunity to eat a pussy, she would be filled with remorse once her lust had been satisfied, that release would bring a void which would in turn be filled by regret.
Such was not the case.
It had been so perfectly natural to eat out a creamy, succulent gash that, far from feeling sorry that she had done it, Jennifer was already looking forward to the next time that she and Martha got together for a bit of cunt-sucking. It had been so much fun that there was no room left for misgivings or doubts.
She said, "I guess . . . now . . . that we can make love to each other lots of times, huh?"
"Ummm. All the time."
"Every day?"
"Ummm. Except when I have Ralph here."
Jennifer felt very envious about that. Cunt-sucking was wonderful, no doubt of that, but once she had her fill of cunt-juice she started longing for some big, stiff prick. Lucky Martha had Ralph to supply that; Jennifer had to do without it for a whole week.
She knew that Martha was willing to share Ralph with her, but she didn't really want to fuck the boy.
Well, she wanted to, all right--but she didn't really want to be unfaithful to her husband, whom she loved. She didn't consider cunt-sucking an act of adultery. Fucking a boy was a different matter.
"Well ... I'd better get back home now," she said.
"If you see Ralph in the yard, tell him I want to see him, okay?" said Martha, grinning.
"Are you going to fuck him again?"
"Ummm. Cunt-sucking always makes me feel like getting some big cock," Martha said.
"Ooooh! Me, too ... "
"Want Ralph to fuck you? I don't mind. I'd like it, in fact ... I could lick his balls while he screws you, and then after he shot his wad up your sweet pussy I could drink his load out of you ..."
Jennifer knew that if she stayed there much longer, she was going to find her willpower lacking. She got up and pulled her dress on. Martha, still naked, was curled up on the bed, her cunt oozing juice and her lips sparkling with Jennifer's pussy-nectar.
Determined not to succumb to her unholy desires, Jennifer marched out resolutely.
Ralph was leaning over the lawnmower, more for support than with effort, for his legs were still a bit weak following his orgasm.
But there was a big fat bulge in the front of his overalls again, for he was a potent young gardener and he had not shot his nuts off for at least an hour.
When he saw Jennifer approach, he grinned.
"Mrs. Jenkins wants to see you," she said, trying without much success to avoid looking at his groin.
Ralph didn't figure there was much point in acting shy, since this sexy woman had already seen him fucking Martha, so he said, "She wants some more cock, huh?"
Jennifer blushed.
But'then she, too, realized that they were past the stage of pretense, and she smiled.
"Plenty of it," she said.
"You know . . . your lawn could use some cutting," he said, looking at Jennifer'as if it were her pubic lawn that required a trim. The light cotton dress was molded to her body and her nipples were standing out in twin points. 'You know what I mean?" he said, suggestively.
"I . . . have an idea."
"I saw what you were doing to yourself . . . while you watched Mrs. Jenkins and I fuck ..."
"I . . . I'll bear it in mind," she stammered.
"Any time," said the horny lad.
And Jennifer felt more desperate for dick than ever, realizing that it was available whenever she chose--and from a horny young man with a huge cock.
She was sorely tempted to return to Martha's with Ralph--to take Martha up on her unselfish offer to share the boy--to get fucked by a good stiff prick while Martha licked his bloated, cum-filled balls.
She closed her eyes, struggling with the urge.
She won--barely.
"Maybe . . . someday," she said.
Ralph gave her a knowing look.
He felt pretty certain that, in due course, he was going to get the chance to do a bit of gardening in this sexy woman's fertile patch.
"Not today," she added.
Ralph shrugged. He could wait. He left the lawnmower where it was and headed towards Martha's house, the big bulge in his overalls preceeding him like the figurehead of some denim ship navigating by sexual stars.
Jennifer watched him walk away.
She bit her lip, her mind divided, proud of herself for resisting the impulse to fuck him and yet knowing that, sure as hell and despite all the orgasms she had just had by oral love, she was going to be in a torment of lust for the rest of the day . . . and the rest of the week.
Cunt-sucking was all well and good, but how could a woman go a whole week without cock?
A shudder passed through her. She clenched her teeth, determined not to yield.
I'll just have to sublimate my lust, she told herself. I'll just have to think about other things.
I'll be all right--as long as nothing else happens to make me horny.
Her intentions were good.
But how was she to know what terrible temptation lurked in her own home?
Chapter Nine
Ralph went directly to the bedroom, and, predictably, found Martha waiting on the bed. Grinning, he began to take his overalls off. The whole room smelled of hot cunt and it surprised the boy somewhat. Relatively innocent in the ways of love, it didn't occur to him that a normal, heterosexual woman like Martha could have enjoyed a bit of frolic with another woman. Had he not known better, he would have thought that sex had been going on during his absence.
Martha watched him as he undressed, smiling with the pleasure of expectation.
She ran one hand softly up the flesh of her inner thigh. The pink tip of her tongue slid back and forth over her lower lip. Her eyes glowed as if reflecting the incandescent heat of the swollen cockhead upon which they gazed.
Ralph moved to the bed and sat beside her.
Sometimes she liked foreplay. Sometimes she wanted to just get on with the fucking. It was all the same to the boy, horny as he was, and he let her set the tempo. She folded her fist around his fat prick and began to stroke it gently up and down, her touch light so that her hand was just skimming over his rod, not dragging the foreskin up and down at all but just brushing over his heated flesh with a delicate thrill.
They kissed.
Their Hps brushed lightly together at first, as if echoing the contact her hand was making on his dick. Then they kissed with more passion and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue tasted just like cunt-juice, he thought. How remarkable! Why on earth should that be? He sucked and found that it was just like sucking on her clit, a thing she had taught him to do. He wondered vaguely, if the woman was so randy that all of her bodily fluids were changing to cunt-juice in some magical transmogrification, some arcane chemistry of the cunt.
He lowered his face and kissed her tits. She fondled his balls and fingered the taut bud of his asshole. He licked her belly.
She leaned down and laved the head of his cock with her tongue.
He started lower, but she stopped him as he was about to go down on her. Jennifer had supplied her with enough tongue to last for a long time. She wanted cock now. Twisting sinuously from his arms, she rolled onto her belly, then rose up on her knees so that her trim little teardrop-shaped ass was hiked up lewdly. Her head rested on the pillow, turned to one side, smiling happily.
Ralph deduced that she wanted him to throw a doggy-style fuck into her.
He knelt behind her ass. The head of his prick bounced off the back of her thigh and slipped into her crotch. Martha reached back between her legs and took his cock in one hand, cupped his balls in the other. She drew him in gently, fitting his cock-head to her snatch and moving it around in her juicy slot. Then she wriggled back, her ass grinding, as the boy thrust his hips out to meet her.
His big prick slithered into her cunt to the hilt, sheathed in hot pussy, throbbing and hammering as her cunt-muscles began to work on it, clamping around it so that they were fitted together through every inch of his length, her cunt molded around the contours of his prick.
Holding him by the balls, she squirmed around on his cock for a moment, just as if she were getting comfortable in a seat. Ralph gripped her by the hip bones, leaning over her pelvis just as he leaned over the lawnmower when he was trimming a less fertile field. Then he began to pour the pork to her. He fed her a slow, rippling stroke, dipping his knees so that he came in underhand, balls dragging.
He poured a ramrod thrust up her hole.
Corkscrewing his ass and hips, he slithered in as if her cunt had been threaded and his prick was a screw.
He banged in from one side and then the other, neatly switching the angle. He pounded the prong in with an upward thrust that ran
C" ectly over her clit and caused the horny usewife to squeal with joy. His hands slid up her flanks and cupped her �its, massaging the globes and rubbing the tingling tips.
Martha's ass danced wildly. Her limber pelvis weaved and twisted. Her belly heaved. She was meeting him stroke for stroke, pushing her crotch back as he plowed in, sheathing every inch of his prick up her cunt.
Her talented cunt kept tightening on his cock, sucking and pulling and dragging as she clamped her inner walls around his big dong. It felt as if she had a hand inside her twat, jerking him off--a magic mouth that was sucking avidly upon his knob as he slammed it home. He moved faster. His cock hissed up her hole, gliding on a film of lubricating cunt-juice so that it moved fluidly, despite the way the soft, padded walls of her pussy clutched him.
Martha began whimpering, softly at first, and then more urgently--a long, wavering wail of ecstasy as his thundering cock transported her to the heights of sensation.
They were fucking furiously now, abandoned to the thrill. His balls swung in, slapping against her cunt-mound. His flat hairless belly whacked against her ass. She shoved back like a whirling dervish, spraying a fine mist of cunt-juice from her twat as his big plunger filled her hot hole to the brim and pumped the joy-juice out under pressure.
Ralph began to gasp as his orgasm neared.
His cock was swollen so mightily that it seemed about to explode inside her. Growling, whimpering, gasping, he drove resolutely up her pussy, his ass a mere blur now as he shifted into the highest gear. He had become a veritable fucking machine, an engine of lust, his fleshy piston driving into her chamber under high compression, the crankcase of his balls all set to drain the oil of release.
Martha met him with equal energy and vigor, ready to come and wanting him to come with her--wanting to feel the hot spurt of his jism pour up her cunt at the instant that her own orgasm exploded in a creamy culmination.
Her cunt was flowing heavily.
Suddenly the boy cried out, frenzied.
She felt his cum jet into her like a liquid rocket. He blew his spunk out with such force that her slender loins were buffeted by the heavy dose. Her ass swayed and her pelvis tilted up as if a high pressure firehose were bursting inside her. As his cum filled her, spurt after spurt ripping out from his prick, her pussy turned to cream, melting around his rod.
Long waves rippled across her loins, crashing into her cunt like a heavy sea on a rocky shore. He poured the jism in and she poured the cunt-juice out. Together, they pounded out their passion. He was fucking her right down into the mattress, head first, as he towered up behind her and drove the dork home furiously. Tipped almost upside down, the nimble woman never faltered. Blasted by his hot cum, she never missed a stroke as she ground her pussy around on his cock and worked off her own climax. Then, hollow, he slumped over her ass. Martha continued to move for a few moments, making sure that she had milked every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls--and that every spark of her orgasm had been expended. Then she looked back over her shoulder, smiling up at the exhausted youth, as satisfied as she could be.
They rested for a while, gathering up their energy for another fuck before he returned to his labors.
Martha, looking devilish, said, "Would you like to fuck my friend Jennifer?" "Errr ..."
"I wouldn't mind, honey. I'd like to watch you screw her. I'd like to lick your balls while you stuffed your fat prick up her cunt ... as long as you had enough left to fuck me, after you made her cream ..."
Martha had a double purpose in speaking that way.
She really did want to have a threesome with Ralph and Jennifer, and she was laying the groundwork.
And she also wanted another fuck soon. She knew that such ideas, expressed in that fashion, were sure to cause the randy lad's prick to get rampant again.
And, sure enough, that valiant pecker began to shudder and grow fat.
He said, "Well, sure ... in that case. But ... do you think she would want me to fuck her?"
"Oh, yes. You saw how she was finger-fucking herself while she watched us, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but that ain't the same thing ..."
"Jenny and I had a long . . . errr . . . talk about it," said Martha. "She's hot for it, Ralph. Soon ..."
The boy grinned. What a wonderful expectation, he thought. In bed with two sexy women . . . the boys at the pool hall were never going to believe it.
His cock was hard as a nail again.
They fucked in the missionary position, this :ime, slower and more leisurely than the first frantic dog-style fuck. With his eyes closed, young Ralph pretended that he was screwing sexy Jennifer Standish--while, with her eyes closed, Martha pretended that she was Jennifer Standish, getting fucked by Ralph.
It was a pleasant fantasy.
And soon, she hoped, to be reality, for she knew how hot Jennifer was for young boy's dong.
But she didn't know that Jennifer was soon to get some ...
Chapter Ten
Jennifer, determined not to think of sexy things, resolved to be a good girl while her husband was away, figured that she had better put some panties and a bra on. She thought it would be less erotically inspirational to have underwear on than to be naked under her light cotton dress. To that purpose, she went upstairs.
Her intentions were of the purest.
But she had to pass her son's bedroom, and it wasn't her fault that she heard Timmy and Jerry speaking.
She stopped, her eyes widening.
Why, those naughty boys were at it again! They were jerking off, there was no doubt of that. She could hear them panting in harmony, like a musical steam engine.
She remembered how thrilling it had been to spy on them in the shed.
Well, there would be no harm in just taking a quick look through the keyhole, would there? Not really. She had already watched them whack off once, and she didn't figure the sin would be compounded by another quick glance. And if it made her hot, well, she could always masturbate again.
Grinning wickedly, she knelt down and pressed her eye to the keyhole.
Both boys were standing in the middle of the room, hands flying furiously up and down on their dorks. Their faces were contorted by lust so that they looked idiotic--but there was nothing idiotic about the two splendid dicks that they were so joyfully beating.
Jennifer cupped a hand over her cunt as if to contain the hot flush of lust that ignited therein.
She noticed that both boys were holding something out in front of their pecker-heads ... a cloth to catch the spunk, obviously. But the cloth didn't look like handkerchiefs. It looked more like . . . good God!
They were jerking off in her panties.
The realization brought a surge of lust that was so powerful that Jennifer lost her balance. She fell against the door . . . and the door swung open . . .
Just then Timmy shot his milky wad into the soiled crotchband of a pair of purple bikini panties.
Jennifer gaped at them, from her knees.
The two boys stared back in horror.
"Oh, boy," Timmy mumbled.
Jennifer figured she had to say something.
"You naughty boys," she said.
But she did not sound angry--and she was staring at Jerry's big prick which, she was quick to realize, had not yet been emptied. It still held a lovely load of jism. She was sorry she had accidentally interrupted the boy before he had got his rocks off ... in her panties ...
It was a lovely cock, she thought.
Should she . . . did she dare . . .? No! But . . . she wanted to. She couldn't take her eyes off that big joystick. And Jerry, who was blushing bright red and was in a state of shock, gave his cock another absentminded pull.
Jennifer let her breath out. Her head was spinning. She simply had to! Forcing herself to look stern, she got to her feet.
"Timmy," she said. "I want you to go out for awhile. I'll talk to you, later. But first, I think I had better have a few words with Jerry, who is, obviously, a bad influence on you and needs a stern lecture."
Timmy was perfectly happy to escape from the scene and leave his friend to face the music.
Still holding the cum-soaked panties, he put his dick back in his jeans and staggered from the room.
Jennifer closed the door after him.
She stared at Jerry.
He trembled.
But then the horny housewife grinned . . .
"Sit down, Jerry," she said.
Jerry sat on the bed. He knew that he ought to put his cock away, but it was rock-hard. It was impossible to wedge in into his fly without taking his shorts down, and he was too embarrassed to do that. He held his hard-on in both hands, trying to shield it from her gaze--and perfectly aware of the fact that her gaze was directed right at his prick.
Jennifer sat down beside the embarrassed boy.
She had decided that she was going to jerk him off. She didn't intend to go any further than that.
She said, "Don't worry . . . I'm not angry." "You ain't?"
"No. It's perfectly natural for boys of your age to jerk off, Jerry. Although I'm a bit shocked to find you jerking off in my pants."
"Errr . . . sorry about that ..."
"Oh, I don't mind."
"You don't?" he asked, confused. This lecture was not taking the expected turn at all.
Jennifer said, "In fact, I'm sorry I interrupted you before you shot."
He looked at her in amazement.
"It isn't healthy for a boy to stop masturbating before he finishes, you know."
"Errr ... I'll finish when I get home ..."
"I feel responsible for seeing that you do," Jennifer told him. "I mean, since I interrupted you in the middle of it, I have an obligation to make sure you finish ... I mean, you might forget to come, right? And that wouldn't be healthy at all, with all that cum ready to blow and not getting spent. I'd feel terrible if I was to blame for that."
His mouth was hanging open so far that his chin rested on his breastbone.
"So you just go ahead and finish, Jerry . . . and I'll sit here and make sure that you do."
"You . . . you're gonna watch me?"
"Of course. I'm obligated to."
"Oh, wow ... I'd be too embarrassed to do it in front of you," the boy stammered.
"Oh? That is a problem, then. Let me think . . ."
She feigned deep thought.
"Well, I guess there's only one solution," she said. "I'll simply have to do it for you."
His cock swelled so enormously that his hands flew right off it, as if it had exploded.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"No," he croaked.
"You mustn't think that I'm doing anything naughty," she explained. "I'm only thinking of your health."
He nodded doubtfully.
"Of course, if you happen to enjoy it . . ."
"I can't believe this," he gasped.
Jennifer put her hand on his thigh. She could feel the thrill coursing through his leg.
She said, "You'd better not tell Timmy, of course ... he might get the wrong idea."
"I won't tell," Jerry said quickly.
He was getting over his initial shock and starting to think that this was a pretty good idea.
"Lie back on the bed," she said. "Just relax and enjoy it, you dear little boy . . ."
Jerry flopped back. His prick stood up like a lighthouse over his bloated balls, the knob glowing like a beacon and starting to smoke.
Jennifer looked at his cock for a few moments, savoring the expectation, gazing at the young boy's cock for which she had been yearning, and which she was about to touch.
She still intended to do no more than give him a hand-job. That didn't count as adultery, she figured.
But she was getting hotter and hotter, and her good intentions were melting in that heat.
She reached out and touched the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers. Then she drew her hand back fast, as if she had touched a hot stove, then touched him again, folding her fist around the root of his rod.
She began to slowly pull his prick up and down.
She stared at the head, watching it expand and flare, seeing the cleft part. She hadn't given a hand-job in ages. She had forgotten how much fun it was to milk a prick, how thrilling to see the jism spurt out.
She cupped his balls in her free hand. Her other hand stroked up and down and her thumb switched back and forth at the sensitive spot where the big, veined stalk merged with the huge, hot knob.
She was moving steadily but slowly, not wanting him to come too soon, enjoying it too much to want it to end, as thrilling as that creamy climax would be.
She leaned over him.
Her smiling face was very close to the head of his cock. She was drooling for a taste of that delicious-looking slab of cock-meat.
Was it any more wicked to suck a boy off than it was to jerk him off? she wondered.
Maybe not ... it wasn't, technically, an act of adultery ... or so she told herself.
Would the boy be shocked if she started sucking his prick? He would obviously love it, but . . .
She said, "You'd better tell me when you're ready to shoot, Jerry. I don't want to get cum all over my dress."
He nodded, hs eyes glazed.
"In fact, maybe I had better take my dress off," she said, as if it had just occurred to her. "Just so that I don't get cum on it, you know."
Abandoning his prick for a moment, she pulled her dress over her head.
Jerry stared at the first woman's body he had ever seen. His cock started to hammer wildly, as if it were trying to jerk itself off.
"That's better," she said. "Now if you happen to shoot on me, it won't matter."
She leaned over him again. Her big tits hung over his cock, looming above his loins. The nipples were like little rockets ready to be launched. Her hand folded around his stalk and she started push-pulling once again.
Her face hovered just above his knob.
Jerry thought he had better warn her. He didn't want to make her angry.
He said, "I shoot pretty far, Mrs. Standish ... I think you'd better move your face out of the way . . ."
"Oh? You think you might shoot in my face?"
"It's likely . . ."
"Maybe I had better use those panties to catch your jism, do you think?" "Well .
"Of course, it seems a shame to get them all slimy. It's hard to know what's best, isn't it? If you shoot in my face, I could wash it off easier than I could wash the panties. Or ... I suppose I could let you come in my mouth. Then I could swallow it all, and I wouldn't have to wash anything . . ."
She glanced up at his face as she said this.
His cock surged in her hand, the head flaring. He gaped at her in amazement.
"In . . . your . . . mouth . . .?"
"Why, yes. Haven't you ever come in a woman's mouth, Jerry? It's ever so much fun. And nourishing, too."
Jerry had dreamed of, and jerked off to, the idea of a blow-job, but he had never realized that any woman other than a whore would do such a thing. Especially not a married woman . . . and a mother, to boot.
He croaked, "You mean . . . blow me?"
"Certainly not," she said, smiling. "That would be a naughty thing to do. I'm not doing this for sexual reasons, it's a question of your health . . . and not making a mess. It seems easier to drink your cock-juice than to have to mop it up afterwards, don't you agree?"
"Yeah! That's a good idea."
"You won't tell Timmy?"
"Boy, I sure ain't likely to tell him that I came in his mother's mouth," Jerry assured her.
Jennifer licked her lips. She was drooling so heavily by this time that a few drops of saliva dripped down onto his cock-head, sputtering and sizzling as they evaporated from the white-hot slab of polished meat.
Jennifer gave a little whimper.
She was going to do it! She was actually going to get a mouthful of young boy's prick! She was going to swallow his potent load of jism!
She felt an actual, physical hunger for his cock.
She gave it one last loving stroke with her hand.
Then she went down on the boy's sweet young prick . . .
Chapter Eleven
Timmy felt as if he had been sent to his room--but in fact, he had been sent out of his room. Therefore, the boy was confused as to where he should go. Had his mother been thinking more clearly, she might have dispatched him on some errand or other, but she had been so intent on getting alone with Jerry's young prick that she had been vague in her directions. The boy was glad enough to get out of that room, but as soon as he was in the hallway, he hesitated. He didn't think that he ought to go to his mother's room, under the circumstances. He still held those cum-soaked purple panties in his hands and now he gazed down at the creamy things, like a soothsayer reading the future in seminal entrails. But he learned nothing that he did not know before . . . that cum was thick and milky white and tended to congeal when spilled outside a pussy or a mouth. Not that he had ever spilled any in a pussy or mouth, being a virgin.
As he stared into his own scum, he blushed again.
It was bad enough that his mother had caught him pulling his pork, but worse that she had timed it so that she discovered him just when he creamed.
And in her panties, to boot!
What a twist of fate, he thought. But then he frowned, wondering if fate were, indeed, to blame. Or had his mother caught him by intention and design? Why, after all, should she have been kneeling at his keyhole if she was not snooping around to catch him at it? She hadn't been scrubbing the hall floor, and that was the only reason the boy could think of for being on her hands and knees outside his bedroom door.
Yeah, she was spying on him, all right.
It made him angry. A hot flash of annoyance blended in with his warm shame.
And it gave him another thought.
If she could spy on him, why shouldn't he spy on her in turn, and in the same fashion? he was curious to know what she was saying to Jerry, what form her castigation was taking, so that he could be better prepared to counter her charges when his own turn to be lectured came.
He certainly didn't imagine for a moment that his mother was doing anything other than giving his friend a stern lecture on the evils of jacking off, threatening madness or hairy palms or some such nonsense. He knew damned well it was nonsense, for he had jerked off with such regularity that had those old wive's tales any truth to them, he would have been nutty as a fruit cake and his hands would have been bearded like goats.
He tiptoed back to his bedroom door, knelt down and pressed his eye to the keyhole.
Timmy was a very surprised young man.
This was the first time that Jennifer had ever sucked a boy's cock since she had been married, and she was determined to make the most of it. She didn't expect that she would ever have this chance again, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. Although she was eager for his jism, and hungry for it, she was in no hurry to milk that succulent cream from him, wanting to enjoy a lovely, long mouthful of prick-meat before she drank his hot jism.
She used just her tongue, at first.
Bending over the boy, she tapped the tip of her tongue against the head of his cock, fluttering that nimble probe around the cleft knob and then laving all over the fleshy purple slab with fluid strokes.
The savory flavor of cock-meat tingled on her tongue, driving her wild.
She kissed the tip.
She was drooling right down his shaft now, ribbons of saliva bathing his cock and pooling up on his balls.
She didn't take him in her mouth yet.
Tilting her head, she moved lower and began to lap and lave his balls, loving the way his hard, filled nuts jiggled around inside his hairy sac.
Her long hair brushed over his belly and thighs in a dark veil as her head worked up and down.
Jerry was whimpering with wonderment. For the first time, he knew the delights of a woman's tongue--and waited for the further pleasure of her hot mouth.
She licked up the stalk, flattening her tongue and running it up from balls to crown. Then she repeated the rising strokes, switching her tongue back and forth against the underside of his shaft this time. She fitted her parted lips to the ventral side of his rod and ran her whole face up and down as if playing a flute, pauss-ing at the electric spot where the big, veined shaft spread out into his flaring cock-head and giving that sensitive delta a long kiss, tongue gliding, lips slurping. She didn't think she had ever tasted anything as delicious as this big, virginal prick. Her eyelashes batted like shutters. She panted and drooled onto his meat.
Jerry was transported by joy.
He raised his hands, intending to guide her head, then hesitated, hands fluttering, not sure if it was his place to give manual guidance to such a talented cock-sucker. His hands dropped to his sides again as he decided to just lay back and let her do as she would.
He couldn't imagine how he would make it better than it already was.
Jennifer didn't want him to come too soon.
She leaned back, giving his prick a chance to cool for a moment. She gazed at it lovingly, licking her lips, her tongue already flavored by the succulence.
She licked his thighs, moved up, by-passed his cock and laved his belly, circling back.
Then she fitted the tip of his knob to her lips, kissed it tenderly and let her lips slowly part. She fed his cock into her mouth gradually, kissing as she did. The whole fat knob slipped in and she clamped her lips tightly closed around the stalk, just below the head. With that bulging lump of cock-meat sheathed in her mouth, she began to suck so vigorously that it seemed she was trying to inhale his dong right down into her lungs. She cupped his swollen balls in one hand and folded the other hand around the root of his pecker. But she didn't move that hand. She didn't want to hasten the process by jerking him off into her mouth. She wanted to do the whole job orally, without manual assistance. She merely held his cock steady while her lips pulled on the head. Her tongue switched back and forth against the hot underside of that big mouthful.
A trickle of pre-cum ran onto her tongue.
Thrilled, she swirled the tasty stuff around in her mouth, then swallowed it. It warmed her belly like a fine cognac, making the horny housewife even more ravenously hungry for his full load of jism.
Another little spurt of spunk splashed on her tongue and ran back into her cheeks.
She whimpered with pleasure and greed.
Jerry was groaning in a torment of lust.
Jennifer began bobbing her head up and down then. She took his cock-head right back into her throat, pushing her pursed lips down the shaft as far as she could, so that she was taking almost the full length of his precious young pecker into her head as she went down, then sucking avidly as she drew back up the fat stalk towards the flaring head.
She was using her whole mouth now.
The tight collar of her lips pulled on his shaft as they dragged up.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked, clamping over his knob on both sides, then billowed out as she blew her hot breath down his towering cock-shaft.
Her tongue rippled against the underside of his rod as it pulled out, then bridged into a wet carpet over which his cock-head skimmed en route to her throat.
Her teeth nibbled tenderly on his tasty slab. She let the head slip down her gullet as if she intended to literally digest his meat rack.
Cum was oozing steadily from his cleft now. A few oily drops bubbled from her lips, overflowing and running down his stalk as her lips pulled up. Then she pushed down again, gathering up those savory drops on the descent, not wanting to miss a single drop of that tasty cum.
His cock was booming, so swollen now that the big head was stuck in her mouth like a hook into a fish. She didn't think that she could disengage even if she had Wanted to, her mouth was so full of cock-head. It jammed behind her teeth and lips as she rose on the upstroke, then filled her gullet as she went down. She had intended to pause and let him cool down again, but that was no longer possible, .what with the magnitude of his cock-head and the urgency of her hunger.
She figured she had better milk him off now and then--for he was young, and, no doubt, capable of coming often. She might go round the world on his hairless young body, laving him all over with her tongue, ignoring his cock for a while as she licked his thighs and belly and chest and, yes, ran her tongue up the crack of his ass and pushed it right into his asshole . . .
Should she let him fuck her?
Oh! She wanted to! Wrong it might be--adulterous and wicked and perverted to fuck the youth--but the idea was so delightful that the horny woman felt sorely tempted.
But first she had a cock-load of cum to swallow, a lovely load of jism to slake her raging thirst.
She began sucking purposefully, taking his big prick far back into her throat and working on it with a steady rhythm designed to bring him to the dazzling heights of sensation in the most efficient manner.
She added a verbal thrill to the oral caress.
As her lips drew up to his cock-head, she whispered, "Come . . . come for me, Jerry . . . come in my mouth, let me drink your sweet cream . . . give me all that thick, hot jism . . ."
"Unghhh," she gasped as she went down and his purple slab lodged in her throat.
And: "Ahhh," as she slurped up the shaft, lips dragging, tongue flashing.
Jerry was crying out as the peak approached.
He was almost there. His whole body was vibrating like a tuning fork. His cock was swollen like an overinflated balloon, so huge and taut that he felt it might explode if he didn't empty it soon.
Then his balls burst.
Jennifer felt the thick sap start up his stalk, slowly at first, then rushing up the tube. She felt his cock flare mightily in her lips, stuffing her whole mouth brimful of cock-meat. She pushed down, sucking.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.
She gasped, startled by the magnitude of his climax. Her throat worked as she gulped the delicious nectar down, just in time to make room for his second geyser. He filled her head with spunk. Ravenous as she was, the woman could not manage to swallow it all. A few drops bubbled from her unpeeled lips and ran down onto his balls, where even more of the thick cream was being pumped.
She sucked furiously and her head flew up and down like a woodpecker as she milked him to the dregs.
His cum came out in great loops and coils, hot and thick and sticky. It washed all through her mouth, hanging from the roof in slippery ivory pillars, swirling between her teeth, flooding her gums, pouring into her cheeks. Gasping and gulping, but never faltering nor breaking the tempo, she bobbed up and down and milked him to the bone.
Drained at last, the boy sank back.
He sighed with contentment.
But he was young and potent. Despite the fact that she had emptied his balls completely, his big prick did not flag. It remained rampant and rock-hard.
Jennifer pulled her lips away, swallowed, then used her tongue to gather up the errant drops of spunk that had overflowed her mouth onto his belly and balls.
"Was that nice?" she purred.
"Oh, wow! It was wonderful . . ."
She eyed his staunch prick.
"Shall I do it again?" she asked impishly.
The boy gaped at her. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He nodded slowly.
"Or . . . maybe I'll let you fuck me, instead," she said.
He gasped, dazed by emotion.
Jennifer still hadn't made up her mind if she would fuck the boy. She was going to play it by ear . . . and cunt. She leaned over his slender hips again, and, as she'd planned, began to go round the world. She tongued his belly and thigh. His cock, temporarily neglected, stuck up like a telephone pole beside her face.
Lifting his balls, she licked under them.
Then, lifting his pelvis by cupping her hands under his hips, she squirmed in, tongue first, and began to lick his asshole. She stabbed her hot tongue right up that taut hole, slurped up the crack between his cheeks, and rimmed him again.
Jerry couldn't believe it. Even whores must balk at such a thing. How could a wife and mother rim out an asshole? But he loved it. He began to whimper. Jennifer glided all over him, twisting and sinuously winding her naked body over his as she licked his chest, his neck, his throat and ear. His whole hairless torso was slick with her saliva. His thighs glistened with spit. His cock had started to throb and glow again.
He wondered if he should touch her.
Absurd as it seemed, considering what she was doing to him with her tongue, the inexperienced boy was afraid that she might object if he started to feel her up. Never having been in a situation like this before, he was uncertain.
He touched her tit tentatively.
"Ummmm ... yes," she sighed.
He began to massage her huge tits with both hands, then slipped a hand into her crotch and began to rub her creamy cunt.
Jennifer purred like a cat.
She gave the head of his prick a loving lick.
"I think you'd better fuck me," she said.
And then, unable to bear it any longer, Timmy walked back into the room . . .
Chapter Twelve
"Boy, Mom ... are you ever dirtyf" he said.
Jennifer lifted her head, blushing. She stared at her son in horror. What on earth could she say?
Everyone was embarrassed.
But Jennifer's twat was steaming and both young boys had thundering hard-ons.
"Errr ... I guess I was a bit naughty," she said.
"You sure were. Boy! My best friend, too!"
"I hope you won't . . .errr . . . mention this to your father," she said, gazing at his cock and realizing that, shocked as he might be, he was also inspired.
"Naw," he said. "Jeez . . . how could I even mention it to anyone? You think I want anyone to know that my mother sucks cock?"
"You have a point there."
"And you, Jerry . . . boy, am I pissed off at you! I don't go over to your house and stick my cock in your mother's mouth, do I? That's a rotten trick!"
Jerry looked a bit sullen, annoyed that Timmy had come in before he had a fuck.
He said, "Weil, that's because my mother never offered to blow you, is all. I'll bet you'd be in her mouth like a shot if you had a chance."
That being truth, Timmy only glared at him.
Jerry still had his hand cupped over Jennifer's cunt, his middle finger pushed up her hole to the knuckle. Her pussy pulled on it demandingly, for, despite the shameful circumstances, her cunt was not embarrassed.
"It ain't fair," Timmy said sulkily. "You gave Jerry a blow-job and you were gonna give him a fuck, too . . . and I'm your own son and I never had a girl."
"Errr ... I don't suppose ..." Jennifer mumbled.
Mother and son, creamy and hard, stared at each other so intently that their vision was like an electric current coursing back and forth.
Jennifer made up her mind. It wasn't very hard at all. She smiled at her son.
"Come here, Timmy," she said.
Cock first, the boy advanced, -
"You already came in my panties," she said. "I don't suppose it's much more wicked if you come in my cunt ..."
t f t
Across the back yard in the neighboring house, Martha had already had several cunts-ful of cum and was thinking about bringing some further variety into her love-life. She had been thinking about Jennifer and how much fun it would be to have a threesome with her and Ralph. Such erotic thoughts had inspired a rare passion in naughty Martha.
She was so hot that normal fucking and sucking did not seem exciting enough.
Wanting to make Ralph as horny as she was, she told him what she and Jennifer had been doing while he was cutting an erratic swath through the grass.
At first, he didn't believe it.
"But . . . you aren't a dyke ..." he said.
"Of course not, you silly boy. What does that have to do with it? I would never fall in love with another woman or feel romantic about her ... it's purely physical. After all, you know how good pussy tastes, right? Well, why shouldn't I enjoy a snack of cunt, myself?"
She licked her lips as she said that, manifesting her appetite for cunt-juice.
"Oh, wow . . . and she sucked you, too, huh?"
"Ummm. We did each other."
His cock was taut as a guitar string now as her talk aroused him. She thought that if she plucked it it would twang.
She said, "And when we get Jenny in bed with us, Ralph . . . we'll let you watch while we eat each other's cunt out. Would you like that? Ummm? Would you like to see my tongue go up Jenny's sweet cunt? Watch her cream in my face while I slurp her cunt-juice out from her hot lovebox?"
She was exciting herself as well as Ralph.
Images of the impending threesome danced like sugar plum fairies in her aroused mind.
"You can put your cock up her cunt from the back . . . and I'll suck on her clit and tongue your balls while you shovel the prick to her . . . then we can switch . . .oh! There are lots of lovely things the three of us can do ... "
"Let's do something now," he suggested, giving his big cock a glance.
But there were only the two of them, and with their imaginations excited by talk of a threesome, a mere couple seemed lacking in variety.
Then naughty Martha grinned wickedly. "Why don't you fuck my asshole?" she suggested. Ralph grinned.
He had never buggered a lady before, but he certainly had no objections to seeding new fields. He figured her tight nether-slot might make a nice change.
"Sure," he said with enthusiasm.
"Let me get your cock nice and slippery, first," she said. She bent over the boy and commenced to lather and lubricate his booming cock with her tongue and lips until the whole big rod and flaring head were slippery with saliva.
She rolled onto her belly and then lifted into a kneeling position, presenting her ass.
To the boy's experienced eye, that dark soil looked fertile and in need of planting.
His plow was singing and steaming, eager to churn out that new furrow.
Martha looked back over her shoulder, her expression merry with expectation.
She said, "Maybe you ought to lubricate me a little bit, too, darling ... my asshole is a lot tighter than my twat and I'd sure hate to have you skin your sweet prick when you stuff it up there."
Ralph, in all truth, wasn't sure that he would enjoy tonguing an asshole, but he knew damned well that, enjoy it or not, it was preferable to skinning his dick.
He leaned in and placed his hands on her asscheeks, spreading the trim globes open and widening the crack between. Her asshole looked tight, all right. He pressed his nose into it and began to move his tongue up the crack. It wasn't bad at all, he decided. It was sort of naughty, but all the more exciting because of that, with the sparking thrill of degradation.
He licked at her anus, then stabbed his stiff tongue right up her asshole. The delicate flavor of her rectum tingled on his tongue. Martha squealed happily.
He drooled into her asshole, making it wet and slippery, and as his tongue probed, that tight brown eye began to expand as it prepared to welcome his intrusion.
"I'm ready," she sighed, a bit reluctantly, for she was truly enjoying the rimming that the boy was giving her. "Shove that big prick up my ass, darling!"
Ralph was a bit reluctant to stop licking her, himself, having discovered that rimming out a girl's asshole was nothing to be scorned.
But his cock was bouncing around like a pogo stick, demanding some attention.
He gave her asshole a last, loving probe with his eager tongue, then sat back on his heels, regarding the tight hole into which he was about to wedge and cram his huge dong. The topography still seemed a bit dubious to him. Could he fit his cock into a hole that was more narrow than the cock itself? Wouldn't it hurt her when he spread her asshole out on his thick bowel-raker? Worse, wouldn't he hurt himself as he plowed into that narrow tunnel?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Ralph wrapped his callused fist around the hilt of his prick and guided the fat knob to her bottom.
He pushed.
Her asshole resisted, at first.
His cock-head was lodged at the brown bead. As he pushed his ass and hips forwards, thrusting, his cock started to bend instead of slipping up the hole.
"Won't fit," he croaked.
"Of course it will, Ralph." Well, she ought to know.
He pushed again, harder.
This time her asshole yielded slightly. The tip of his pecker-head wedged into the narrow crevice. Holding the root firmly in his fist and spreading her asscheeks open with his other hand, he resolutely ground away at her anus. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock-head began to slip into her tight slot.
"Ummm . . . it's going in," she whimpered.
But she didn't have to tell Ralph that.
The frenzied boy was staring down, fascinated, as he watched the big, purple head of his prick disappear between the dusky lips of her asshole.
Martha squirmed back, twisting her supple pelvis from side to side and grinding her ass against his reamer.
He shoved hard.
The whole big wedge of his peckerhead suddenly vanished up her asshole.
He gasped. His rod stuck out between them like a big bolt, clamping his balls to her ass.
The head was the fattest part of his big prick. Once that thick head had passed through the asshole, the rest was easier.
He began to work up her ass inch by inch.
As her asshole accommodated itself to his bulk, he began to move more easily into her bowels. She pushed back, whimpering happily at the sensation of having her asshole stuffed so full of that wonderful rack of meat. Her bowels seemed to be sucking him in. Her asshole was working like a pliable wringer, pulling and dragging as if by some magical reversal of the digestive process.
Ralph had a fleeting doubt as he speculated on what effect digestive juice would have on his cock-head. He had a terrible image of drawing his prick out and discovering that the fine big knob had been partially digested. But then he figured that men had been fucking woman up the ass for centuries and surely, if cocks could be devoured that way, it was an act that would have soon died out.
With his doubts gone, the boy settled down to enjoy his first ass-fuck.
His initial strokes were hampered somewhat by the tightness of her hole, but as soon as her asshole had loosened and spread, he began to shovel his prick to her furiously.
His balls looped in like the clapper of a bell, whacking into her cunt.
His belly slapped on her upthrust ass.
Martha met his attack with equal vigor, shoving her ass back as he plowed in, so that she was taking his cock-head right up into her bowels, then grinding her pelvis from side to side, adding the friction of torgue as he drew out.
He pulled back out until only the knob remained sheathed in her ass, then rammed the whole load home, grimacing and snarling with the joyful effort, gasping with the thrill of pouring his prick up her narrow hole.
Martha reached back between her kneeling thighs and got a double handful of swinging balls, using his hairy bag to pull him into her bowels.
She was sobbing with the thrill as she ground her face into the pillow and thrust her well-stuffed ass higher and higher, meeting his lunging strokes.
She felt as if her whole body had been transfixed on his thick spike. She looked down at her belly, wondering if she could see the outline of his cock-head pressing out somewhere above her belly button. She wouldn't have been surprised to feel the tip of his prick sliding out of her throat and into her mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried. "Feed that fat prick to my asshole! Pour it to me, baby!"
She was so full of cock that she felt as if her vital organs were being brushed aside, as if she were no more than a sack of skin filled with prick.
She began clawing at her cunt with one hand as she yanked on his balls with the other.
Ralph had her by the hip bones, pulling her asshole back onto his prick like a tight boot onto a foot.
He gurgled in his throat, and, at the same time, she heard his balls start to gurgle as they prepared to blow.
Her cunt was melting in her hand, the thick juice of love pouring down her forearm and soaking her thighs as she creamed. She stuffed all four fingers up her hole, as if she intended to pull her orgasm out by hand. Inside her cunt, she could feel his fat prick churning up her asshole, through the slender partition of her loins.
Then, howling wildly, the randy young boy poured a jet of jism into her bowels.
Martha thrashed about, buffeted on the heavy stream, creaming herself as she felt her asshole fill up with the precious nectar of his release.
He shot wad after wad of spunk up her ass with such vigor that it felt as if his cum were solid, as if he were shooting great chunks of ivory and quicksilver up her bowels, lumps of molden iron that jarred her hip bones, slabs of igneous rock that filled her to the brim and overflowed from her stretched asshole, soaking his plunging belly, drenching his swinging balls, pooling on the bed upon which they thrashed.
Then at last he was drained.
He paused, still stuck tight up her ass, while Martha clawed the final spasms of her own orgasm out of her sodden snatch, using both hands now, in the mad frenzy of her passion.
Then he pulled his prick out of her asshole, slowly and carefully. The head popped out like a cork from a bottle, followed by a thick river of cum.
Martha, smiling in contentment, turned around, took his sagging cock into her mouth, and proceeded to suck it sparkling clean, enjoying the novel flavor of a prick that had been steeped in her asshole.
Not to be outdone by his older lover, Ralph leaned down and used his tongue to clean up her flooded asshole, then went lower and slurped up a mouthful of cunt-juice out of her melted pussy, gobbling the thick oil of love down heartily, draining her twat.
They lay together, arms and legs entwined, recuperating from the exertions of buggery.
Martha could not think of anything else that they could do together. Not just the two of them.
She said, "I'll ask Jenny to come over tomorrow, Ralph. We can have so much fun together."
"Boy, I sure hope she'll come!"
"Oh, I'm sure she will. She's very horny. She enjoyed sixty-nining with me, but a tongue isn't the same thing as a stiff prick. It's nice for a change, but afterwards a woman needs plenty of cock."
Ralph grinned at the thought that he would be supplying that much-needed cock.
"I feel sorry for poor Jenny," said Martha. "She isn't getting any cock at all, today."
But Martha didn't know the half of it.
Chapter Thirteen
Like a greedy child in a candy shop, Jennifer looked back and forth between the two available cocks as if they had been lollipops and she couldn't decide which flavor she wanted. The fact that one of those cocks--the largest one, she noticed, with parental pride--belonged to her son did not seem to have much importance now. Had she not been so hot from milking Jerry's prick, she might have thought differently about it, but with her pussy smoldering she was reconciled to the ensuing incest. If it was a sin for blood relations to have sex, she thought, then it was certainly an out-of-date and old-fashioned sin, in these days of birth control. So, once she had made up her mind, she suffered no last minute doubts of misgivings, and, if she might regret it later, when she was no longer guided by a hot cunt, well . . . she would cross the bridge of that remorse if and when she came to it.
Timmy felt much the same.
He had already had masturbatory fantasies about his sexy mother, and, now that he had watched her suck a cock and gobble up a load of cum, his desire knew no restraint.
And Jerry, although not a part of the family, had already discovered the pleasure of Jennifer's talented mouth and was eager to bury his cock up her cunt.
So all three, as they clustered on the bed, were more than ready for lust.
Jennifer had not removed Jerry's cut-off jeans when she blew him, but had merely hauled his balls out from his open fly to accompany his prick. His shorts gaped open in a wide wedge up from his crotch to his belly. In that wedge, his rampant cock was seated.
Timmy still had his shorts on, as well, but his fly was open so that his sturdy young prick jutted out from the slit.
Jennifer, naked herself, saw no reason why the boys' cocks should be framed in denim.
She tugged Jerry's shorts down, removing them from his feet and tossing them aside.
Then she returned to Timmy, who was kneeling on the bed beside her, his head and shoulders tilted back as if to counterweight the bulk of his jutting prick as it loomed out before his hairless belly.
This was the point of no return and Jennifer hesitated for just a moment.
Then, smiling in a sultry fashion, she unsnapped the waist of his shorts and tugged them down his thighs. He lifted one knee at a time, allowing her to remove them. As she leaned in to do so, her face was brought into close proximity to his throbbing cock.
She blew her hot breath on his cock and balls.
His cock flared like a stick of dynamite and his balls ballooned as her breath billowed over them.
Jennifer rolled onto her flank, then came up on her knees, facing the boy. Bending down, she kissed the head of his cock lovingly. She squirmed closer and began to twist from side to side. Her fat tits brushed back and forth across his prick and balls. Her stiff nipples clashed against the head of his cock. Timmy pushed his ass and hips out farther, but made no further moves, waiting for his mother to set the pace. Staring down at her gorgeous mouth, lips pursed, she planted another kiss on the tip of his dong.
Then she took his cock between her tits, cupping the heavy mounds together so that her soft, deep cleavage folded right over him, sheathing him in tit.
Timmy began to hump her tits, running his burning tool up through the cleavage. His cock-head started to drool and he laid a trail of spunk up her breastbone. The knob vanished in her cleavage, then came squeezing out from the upper slopes and slid up into her throat.
Jennifer tilted her face down, watching his cock-head appear and disappear. Then she pushed her tongue out and began to lave the knob as it came grinding up. His cleft was flowing with bubbling pre-cum and she lapped it up greedily, accenting the flavor of Jerry's cum which still remained on her tastebuds, creating a new taste sensation on her palate, a subtle blend of two different sauces. She had always known that cocks varied in size, shape and texture, of course, but this was the first that she realized jism had distinctive characteristics. It made her more happy than ever to know she had two different pricks which she could savor.
Pursing her lips over the head of Timmy's cock, she began to slide them down, taking his cock-head slowly into her mouth, and then, going lower, feeding the big stalk in, as well. Her tongue lashed back and forth across his thick rod and her lips slurped on it as they pushed down. She began to bob her head up and down, feeding herself on prick.
Timmy, thrilled to find his cock buried in a mouth for the first time--and doubly thrilled because it was his own mother's sweet, warm mouth--began to hump up and down, fucking into her face as it descended.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her down as he strove to bury his cock to the very hilt in her maw. He placed one hand behind her head, urging her lower. But it was hardly necessary, for the cock-hungry woman was already taking every inch of her son's prick into her mouth and throat. Then he reached down and cupped her plump tits as they swayed below her.
Jerry was observing all this with interest, leaning over Jennifer's shoulder to get a close up view of her lips unpeeling up Timmy's stalk.
Jennifer reached out, groping blindly, and found Jerry's towering prick. She rubbed it and stroked it, then pulled it towards her loins.
The boy knelt behind her. Changing her grip, she reached back between her legs and grasped his cock again. She guided the fiery tip to her cunt from the back.
Jerry paused for a moment, his mind spinning with desire as he savored the final moments of expectation--the last instants of his virginity.
Then he braced his knees, tightened his ass, and slammed his cock up her hole to the hilt.
Jennifer rocked back and forth between the two horny boys as they fed her cock from both ends.
As she went down on her son's rampant prick, her ass and crotch tilted up so that only the head of Jerry's cock remained in her cunt while Timmy's burning meat slipped down into her gullet. Then, rising up at the front, sucking through every precious inch of that hot mouthful, she pushed her cunt down onto Jerry's cock, taking the whole hard, thick slab up into the depths of her pussy.
The horny housewife was in ecstasy.
Her lust was manifold. She was satisfying her dreams of fucking and sucking young boys, she was getting cock at both ends at the same time, and, perhaps most thrilling of all, one of those cocks belonged to her son. It was an incestuous, cradle-robbing orgy and she was in a state of bliss..
Her cunt began to cream.
Her mouth, filled full of prick-meat, was drooling so heavily that she seemed to be having an orgasm at that end, saliva pouring out like cunt-juice, her tongue trembling like her clit.
The boys rammed the meat to her frantically as their own wild thrills mounted towards the crest. When they both shoveled cock into her at the same moment, Jennifer felt as if their pecker-heads were meeting somewhere in the middle of her belly, the dripping tips clashing.
Timmy, about to blow, cried, "Suck it!" And then, remembering his place, he said, "Oh, suck me off, Mom!"
"Cornel" she gurgled.
His creamy jism spurted back into her throat. She gulped it down. She pulled up, lips dragging along his stalk, and milked a second burning geyser on the upstroke. It filled her mouth.
She kept moving, wanting every drop.
Behind her, Jerry realized that her son had just filled her mouth with jism and that knowledge was inspirational. He poured the pork to* her twat ferociously, holding her by the hipbones as he slammed his cock in to the hilt. Buried to the root in her clinging, clutching cunt, the boy poured his wild cum into her womb.
Trembling and shuddering, gasping and panting, he shot load after load up her eager hole, wad after wad into her creaming cunt, until he felt as if his whole body had turned hollow, an empty void from which all the life force and vitality had been spent up her pussy.
Her cunt pulled and sucked as she milked him dry. Her lips and tongue slurped away as she drained Timmy with the same thoroughness. Filled with cum at mouth and cunt, she whimpered as her own orgasm peaked out and left her drained with the contentment of satiation.
But not for long.
She was in bed with two boys. They were both young and potent and horny. And there were lots of ways that the three of them could link up.
Switching positions, she sucked Jerry off again, while Timmy fucked her cunt.
She lay on her back and let the boys alternate strokes up her pussy, their slender hips banging together as they fought to get up her cunt in turn.
Then she had them lie down, side by side, and she straddled them in turn, pushing her cunt down on Timmy's upright cock for a single stroke, then switching over and sheathing Jerry's prick, alternating between them.
She let them both fuck her in the mouth at the same time, her lips stretched wide and both cheeks bulging with a load of hot cock-head.
They fucked kneeling and standing and sitting.
And when Jerry had finally had enough, Jennifer finished up by giving Timmy a last loving fuck.
****.
Later, Jennifer said, "I only did this because my husband--your father--is away for a week and I needed cock. It was better to keep it among family and friends than to go out looking for strange prick.''
That seemed logical to the boys.
Timmy felt that he was doing his father a favor by keeping his mother from looking for strange meat. He agreed to do his duty and fuck her at least twice a day. And Jerry, a true friend of the family, offered to come over whenever they liked.
It turned out to be quite a week.
And when Jennifer's husband returned, she fucked him with loving attention to details. He never guessed that his wife was not horny from her week of celibacy.
Jennifer had thought that once her husband was home, she would no longer fool around with Timmy and Jerry.
But the young boys got to be a habit.
She told her husband she had taken up gardening, which explained why she spent so much time out in the tool shed. He was pleased that she had taken up such a healthy hobby and that his gardening tools, so long unused, were not being wasted. He did notice that, despite the time she spent at it, the garden did not seem to look any different. But he shrugged that off.
