She crept up to the window of the tool shed and peered inside. Sixteen year old Mark was inside, his muscled body bent over a pile of garden tools.
Her flesh tingled under the thin silk robe she was wearing. A hot flash of lust tore through her as the fabric rubbed against her long nipples.
She watched fascinated as his muscles rippled on his tanned torso.
"Today," she thought, "it must be today!"
She pushed open the door of the shed and stepped inside. Mark was pulling a rake from out of the tangled pile of implements. He did not hear the tread of her bare feet on the plain pine floor of the shed. She stood silently, her lusts rising as she watched his muscles bulge.
"Mark," she said softly.
The sound of her voice made him jerk his head around sharply.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Carr," he smiled.
"I hope I didn't startle you," she said. Her voice was a soft, sensuous purr.
"Huh? Oh, no," he said. The look in her eyes sent a strange sensation through him. "I, I was just trying to straighten out this pile of tools."
She closed the door of the shed tightly behind her. Mark stood up slowly, his hand clutching the handle of the rake.
"Put that down," she purred. Mark rested the rake on the floor of the shed.
"I have a very special job for you today," she said. She stepped towards him and pulled apart the flaps of her robe. Mark gasped sharply. She was naked underneath.
"Come here, Mark," she said hoarsely. He stepped back, an anxious, fearful look on his young face. She jerked the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of the shed.
Mark's eyes were fixed on her naked flesh. "Mrs. Carr, I've never...." he began.
"I'll teach you how to love a woman" she cooed. She stepped forward and stretched out her arms.
"Don't you want to kiss me," she purred, swinging her naked hips. Mark stared at her exposed pussy hair.
His lusts boiled over. He darted forward, and wrapped his arms around her naked, sensuous form.
"Take me, take me," she gasped, unbuckling his belt. Mark watched, helpless with lust as she jerked the jeans down his lean, tanned thighs and thrust her face into his bare crotch.
CHAPTER ONE
Jennie Carr was proud of her beautiful front lawn. The light-green, neatly trimmed grass stretched in a graceful arc around the affluent, red-bricked house in which she lived.
She decided she didn't feel like cooking dinner that night. She sat down in a chair and gazed over the small stone wall separating her property from her neighbors. She felt a grim satisfaction at seeing that their lawn was somewhat spotty, and speckled with patches of crab grass.
She and her neighbor, Mrs. Lucy Johns, had a casual rivalry going over which of them could put on the greatest show of affluence. They were quite cordial, but there was always that line between, them about whose car was newest, whose furniture was most expensive.
"I'm certainly one ahead of her now," she thought, stretching out her slender, sexy legs.
She yawned, watching the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the house. She got up, and walked back into the house to prepare herself a drink. She heard a car pull up to the driveway.
"Here comes Greg," she thought, pouring gin into a tall glass.
"Hi, honey," she heard, a few minutes later. Greg walked in, carrying his attache case. He looked tired. Jennie gazed at him, the boredom that had been eating at her for months growing sharply as she watched him slump down into the living room sofa.
"Had one hell of a day," he said, jerking his suit jacket off his shoulders. He tossed the garment carelessly aside, letting it drape over an arm of the couch.
Jennie stared at the jacket with a look of distaste.
"Will you please hang that up," she said sharply, swallowing a mouthful of gin. "I'm tired of having to pick up after you all the time. God knows, I have enough to do around here."
Greg glared at her. He felt that he was too tired to start an argument. He picked himself up slowly, and hung the jacket up in a nearby closet. He walked over to the elaborate bar Jennie had insisted on installing in the living room.
Jennie plunked her buttocks into the seat of an easy chair as he poured himself a double shot of bourbon.
"Aren't you guzzling it a bit too fast," she said, watching him down the whiskey in one huge gulp.
The alcohol rushed through him, re-kindling his fighting spirit.
"Look who's talking," he said with a sly grin. He nodded his head towards the glass that was clutched tightly in Jennie's hand.
Jennie started to retort, but kept silent, deciding to work on having him take them out to dinner.
"I don't have anything ready for supper," she said casually.
"That's just great," grumbled Greg. "I'm hungry as all hell-I guess that means we eat out, huh?" he scowled as he spoke.
"Well, yes, unless you want to start a sudden diet," she said brightly. "Hurry up and get ready. I'm hungry myself."
Greg watched silently as she walked out of the room. "Get fucked," he muttered. He stood up, stretched, and walked out to wait for Jennie on the porch.
"Did you find anyone to take care of the grounds?" he asked, as she slid into the front seat of their car.
"Yes, I did," said Jennie, remembering the phone call she'd had earlier that day. "Mark Ault-teenager who lives around here. Sounds like a nice, dependable young man."
"Well, as long as we can get some work out of him," said Greg absently. He pulled slowly out of the driveway and into the road leading to the small town some three miles away.
"How did things go today," she said, staring out at the neat row of box-like houses lining the street.
"Oh, just the usual bullshit," muttered Greg. He turned his face away from her so that she would not see the smile crossing his face. Most of his feelings of tiredness had come from the events of his three-hour lunch that day. He rubbed his thighs together as he recalled his liaison with his colleague.
"Watch out!" said Jennie sharply. He'd almost run a red light. He forced his attentions back to the road.
Neither spoke as they ate dinner in the exclusive suburban restaurant Jennie had insisted on going to.
The fall evening air chilled them as they walked out of the restaurant and drove home through the' California night. They spent the balance of the evening slumped in front of their television set.
"Do you feel like watching the news," said Greg, standing up and stretching out his arms.
"No," Jennie replied. "Let's just go to bed." A feeling of lust shot through her, and she pressed her hands tightly against her sides as she followed him out of the room.
Greg sat down at the edge of their large bed with a grunt. He leaned back, and pulled off his shoes. A vivid image of the naked flesh he'd indulged in earlier shot through his mind, making him feel suddenly horny. He thrust his hand into his crotch and squeezed his limp member tightly.
"Still got some left for her," he thought, feeling that familiar tingle which always preceded an erection.
He watched as Jennie slowly undressed.
She stood in front of the gilt-edged, full-length mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bed. Reaching her slender arms behind her, she unzipped the back of the short, tight dress she wore and jerked the garment off her shapely shoulders.
Greg leaned back and pulled off his briefs. He seized the shaft of his limp member and quickly became fully erect.
Jennie watched his penis grow as she stared at his reflection in the mirror. A sharp pang of lust tore through her at the familiar sight.
"I'll be with you in a minute," she purred. She stepped back and gazed at herself. She was proud of her young-looking body, her firm, round breasts jutting straight out from the smooth, white plane of her torso.
She unclasped her bra and let the garment fall to the floor. She bent down quickly and scooped up the undergarment. Bare-breasted, she strode over to the dresser, folded the bra and put it carefully in a drawer.
Greg lay out on the mattress, staring at her naked boobs. Her long, ruby-red nipples stood out from the large round globes of her breasts.
"Come here, baby," he said softly. Jennie turned and smiled seductively at him. "Do you want to undress me," she purred. She stepped over to the bed.
Greg sat up and swung his legs around. She stepped closer, pressing her bare knees into the edge of the mattress.
Greg spread his legs wide apart. He reached forward and clamped his hands onto her waist. Jennie shivered with passion at the feel of the palms of his hands on her bare skin.
He slid his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and drew the silky garment slowly down her long, lean thighs.
"Mmmmm," he purred, staring at her exposed twat. He leaned forward and buried his face into her pelt of wiry black pussy hairs.
Jennie gasped sharply and thrust her twat into his face. Greg sucked the hair-covered flesh into his mouth, his fingers digging into her firm, rounded ass cheeks.
Jennie bent her knees slightly and thrust her hips forward. Greg slid his mouth off her pussy bush and pressed his lips to the moist, swelling flesh of his wife's cunt. Jennie ground her bare crotch onto the hot wetness of his mouth.
He rammed his tongue hard against the quivering walls of her cunt, then jerked his face away from her crotch. A sudden wave of tiredness was riding over his feelings of lust.
"Lay down," he panted.
"Don't you want to use your mouth on me some more," asked Jennie lustily.
"Not tonight," said Greg. "Lay down." Jennie felt a sudden flash of frustration. She fought back the feeling, climbing up onto the bed. She pressed her shoulderblades into the softness of the mattress. Raising her knees, she spread her legs wide apart.
Greg crawled over to her on all fours. He bent over her face and clamped his lips tightly over her lush, sensuous mouth. Jennie parted her teeth. Greg darted his tongue into the hot, horny wetness of her mouth. She closed her lips over his tongue and sucked hard on the wet, meaty flesh.
Greg pressed one hand firmly into the mattress. He raised his other hand, and clamped it firmly over a large, round globe of tit flesh. It was soft and willing in his hand. Jennie twined her tongue around Greg's. He pressed his hand tightly against the soft flesh of her breast, the long, red nipple digging into his sweaty palm. He slid his fingers along the supple surface; and tweaked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The ruby red tit grew hard under his touch. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth, then jerked the soft, wet flesh out from between her lush lips.
Jennie cooed softly as he pressed his lips tightly against the graceful curves of her neck. She reached up her arm and seized the hardened shaft of his erect cock. Greg grunted at the touch. He slid his lips down the smooth plane of her torso and planted his mouth firmly over a quivering, stiff-nippled breast. She squeezed the taut male member hard, feeling the head swell.
Greg sucked on her breast, her nipple poking against the walls of his mouth. He pressed his impassioned fingers into the firm plane of her stomach, then slid his hand down to her wiry pelt of black pussy hairs. Jennie sighed loudly and ground her bare buttocks into the sheet. He pressed his fingers roughly into her cunt curls, extending his little finger and brushing its hot tip against the swelling lips of her cunt.
"Fuck me now," Jennie gasped sharply. Greg jerked his face away from her breast and lifted himself up. He planted his knees between her spreadeagled limbs and leaned forward, pressing his hands into the sheet on either side of her naked form. He seized the thick shaft of his prick and rammed its swollen head against the juicing lips of her twat. He swung his hips back and forth, trying to find her pussy hole with his cock.
"Here. Let me help you," panted Jennie. She lifted her head and shoulders up off the surface of the bed and reached forward, curling her fingers around the stiff fleshy rod. Thrusting her crotch forward, she inserted the swollen cock head into the red, quivering slit of her cunt.
"You're all ready now," she purred. "Stick it in!" There was a sharp note of command in her voice as she spoke. Greg lunged forward, gasping.
His prick slid deep into the quivering walls of her wet cunt. She reached up and gripped his rough-skinned sides tightly. Fred lowered his torso, the hairy skin of his chest crushing against her large, round breasts.
The feel of her cunt walls against his prick made him sleepy. He conjured up a vivid mental picture of the naked body of his lover, Bess, and felt the semen rushing into the base of the shaft of his cock.
"Shit," he thought, tightening his asshole and taking a deep breath. He didn't want to go through the ugly scene that would follow if he came too fast. He held his breath until he felt like he was about to choke. The semen rushed out of his-shaft, and he relaxed.
"Harder, harder," moaned Jennie, grinding her naked hips around in a slow, circular motion.
He began to pump his penis rapidly in and out of her cunt hole. She pressed her fingers into the firm flesh of his back, pressing his chest hard against her tits. Greg moaned, feeling her hardened nipples digging into the hairy skin.
He slid his hand between their locked together bodies and slid his fingers down the wiry hair-covered surface of her pubis. She thrust her buttocks upwards, cooing with passion. The feel of his cock inside her was making her lusts mount rapidly. Greg found her hardened clit with his fingers. Her cunt walls began to contract and suck at his prick. She began to shudder. Greg felt the walls of her cunt pulling at his prick and sighed with relief. He was feeling much more tired than horny, and was glad to get their love-making over with quickly .
He felt the walls of her cunt cease their passionate contractions. He jerked his prick out from between her swollen pussy lips, rolled over and lay on his back next to her. His penis was still fully erect, standing straight up from his crotch.
"Give me some more," gasped Jennie. Her orgasm had subsided Quickly, leaving her even more lustful than she was before they started to fuck. Greg groaned inwardly and climbed back on top of her. She seized his stiff dick as soon as his flesh pressed into hers. Greg lifted his crotch and she rammed the hardened member into the quivering, juicing flesh of her gash.
Greg slumped over her naked form, fighting to stay awake. His passion was completely gone, his prick hard as though it had a sex drive all its own. He forced himself to appear impassioned by the feel of her cunt walls against his hardened shaft.
"The same every night," he thought.
Jennie found a curious feeling of boredom creeping up on her. She thrust her crotch forward, her pussy hairs meshing with the black bush surrounding the base of Greg's prick.
"We always do it like this," she thought. Greg lay very still on top of her. She reached up and dug her fingers firmly into the bare skin of his back. Greg started to slowly pump his prick in and out of her cunt. She reached down and seized his thick wrist. Greg raised his arm limply. Jennie slid his hand between their meshed together crotches and rammed his fingers into the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her black pussy pelt.
Greg probed for the tiny flap of skin covering her clit. He clutched the folds of pussy flesh, trying desperately to keep himself awake. He could not hold in his mind the picture of the naked body of his outside woman. He found himself starting to dream, and fought to keep his mind on his wife's cunt.
His efforts proved fruitless. Strange colors and sounds mixed lazily in his mind as he became less and less aware of the presence of his cock in Jennie's cunt.
"Greg, Greg," moaned Jennie. Then she felt the grip of his fingers on her pussy weaken, felt his penis lying still inside her pussy.
She dug her fingernails sharply into the skin of his back. Greg woke up suddenly, jerking up his head.
"Are you falling asleep?" she asked sharply, a wave of anger riding over her feelings of ecstatic lust.
"Huh?, uh, no, honey," said Greg, starting to pump his prick wildly in and out of her pussy.
He lay back down on top of her again. Jennie began grinding her hips against his crotch, sliding forward so that the head of his prick rammed against the back wall of her cunt.
Greg lay limply on top of her. Her passions faded as she heard him begin to snore softly.
"Oh, shit," she cried out, feeling his penis grow limp inside her. She jerked her hips back, letting his limp dick slide out of her pussy slit. Greg didn't move.
She slid out from under him. His sleeping form sank into the mattress. She sat up, and pushed him over to his side of the bed.
"Good night, creep," she said loudly, swinging her naked legs over the edge of the bed. He lay without moving, snoring quite loudly.
Jennie walked stiffly into the bathroom. She felt frustrated and horny. She plunked her bare buttocks down on the terrycloth-covered seat of the toilet. She spread her legs wide apart, and thrust her hand deep into her black haired crotch.
"Oh, god, I need a real fuck!" she screamed, her cry echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.
She leaned back and pressed her fingers tightly against the swollen lips of her pussy.
"This isn't doing it," she thought. She jerked her hand out of her crotch and stood up swiftly.
"Goddammit to hell," she muttered, stalking out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. She pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a plastic, bullet-shaped vibrator.
"Maybe I should've married you," she muttered, gazing at the white plastic instrument of pleasure. She walked back into the bathroom, gripping the vibrator tightly.
She sat down again on the toilet seat. She groaned as she slid her buttocks forward, spreading her legs wide apart. Her cunt lips began to juice at the first touch of her fingers against the swelling flesh.
She clicked on the vibrator and rubbed its humming, quivering head against her nipples. The long, ruby-red tits hardened and extended from her pale-pink aureole. She slid the vibrator head down the smooth plane of her torso, then shoved it into her pussy slit with a sudden, darting motion of her slender wrist.
She closed her eyes and tried to form in her mind a picture of Greg's naked genitals. But she could not keep the image of her husband's private flesh in her mind.
Her passions rose fiercely as she pressed the head of the vibrator to the quivering walls of her pussy. Her thoughts flashed back to the summer, when she and Greg spent a couple of weeks on the beaches lining the California coast. The best feature of the vacation for her was the sight of the almost-naked bodies of the young men and women splashing in the green pacific waters.
"I sure could use some of that," she thought, panting as she pressed her fingers into the folds of wrinkled pussy flesh beneath her black pelt. Her mind filled with the sight a teenaged boy's genitals made against the crotch of the tight bathing suits fashionable among the youngsters on the beach.
She jerked the vibrator out of her pussy hole and rammed its quivering head into the folds of skin housing her hardened clit. She gasped sharply at the touch of the plastic against her organ of pleasure, and felt herself begin to drip come juice onto the terry cloth toilet seat cover.
Her whole body began to shudder violently, her breasts jiggling against the bare skin of her torso.
She tossed back her head and opened her mouth wide, letting out a long, low wail of animal passion. She jerked the vibrator away from her pulsating crotch and thrust her arms out wide on either side of her.
Her orgasm reached its peak, then subsided. She stood up, staggering slightly and walked out of the bathroom. She had forgotten that she'd left the vibrator on the top of the toilet tank.
Greg was sleeping soundly when she walked back into the bedroom. He had somehow managed to cover himself when she was in the bathroom, finishing the job he'd been unable to complete for her.
She slid under the blankets. Turning on her side, she reached out and clamped her hand firmly over his genitals.
His penis quivered at her touch, sending yet another sharp flash of lust through her frustrated body. She squeezed the limp member tightly. Greg didn't move. He lay with the back of his head pressed into the pillow, his mouth open. His torso heaved slowly as he snored.
"Oh, shit," she muttered, hoping her voice tone was loud enough to wake him up. It wasn't. His snoring continued, unabated.
"Looks like I'll have to try a more radical approach," she thought. She slid under the blankets, lying on her stomach and pressing her bare breasts into the sheets.
She groped along the rough-skinned plane of his thighs until she found his sleeping genitalia. She raised herself up and thrust her face into his crotch.
She pressed her tongue into the wrinkled flesh of his scrotal sac. She pressed the tip of her tongue hard against the egg-shaped outlines of his testicles, then drew his limp cock into her horny mouth.
Greg didn't move. She sucked hard on his penis, then gave up in disgust.
"Oh, shit," she thought, crawling over to her side of the bed. She thrust her hand back into her crotch as she slid along the smooth surface of the sheet.
She brought herself to another quick climax. Her passionate movements made the whole bed shake. Greg turned over on his side and groaned loudly.
"What, what the fuck are you doing," he mumbled sleepily.
Jennie was just about to thrust her hand back into her aching twat. His sleepy, grouchy comment took her mind off her lusts, further frustrating her powerful drives.
"Nothing that would interest you," she barked. "Go the fuck back to sleep."
The rough sound of her voice sent a hot flash of anger through Greg's half awake brain.
"Well, I'm trying to sleep," he shouted, lifting his head off of his pillow. "But you keep shaking the fucking bed so fucking much it's impossible."
"Do you want to know what I was doing!" she screamed loudly, sitting up sharply. She pounded her small fist violently into the mattress.
"What the fuck were you doing so fucking important I can't sleep!" Greg's voice sounded tired, as if he was shouting out of pure habit.
Jennie took a deep breath before she shouted again. She twisted herself around and clamped her hand over his forehead, twisting his head around so that his eyes were focused on her face.
Greg reached up and slapped her wrist, knocking her hand off his head.
"Hey, you fucking bastard!" she shouted, pounding her fist into his stomach.
Greg sat up sharply, clapping his hands over his battered flesh. He shot out a long, hairy arm and seized her jet black hair.
He pulled her down to the bed. "What the fuck are you starting now for," he shouted.
Jennie twisted free of his grasp. She swung her arm around in a wide arc, then planted a hard slap on the side of his face.
Greg roared. He grabbed her bare shoulders and began shaking her roughly.
"What the fuck are you hitting me for," he shouted.
"Leave me alone! Let me go!" she cried, writhing furiously to break his grip.
"Aw, go fuck off somewhere, bitch," he snarled, dropping his hands from her soft, supple skin.
He lay back down on the pillow, stretched himself out and closed his eyes.
"I'll tell you what I was doing," she snarled, filled with frustrated rage. "I was MASTURBATING!"
Greg lifted his head up and peered at her with sleepy eyes. "Enjoy yourself," he muttered, then dropped his head back down to the pillow. An instant later he was fast asleep.
Jennie felt suddenly very tired. She lay down and fell asleep, her hand buried deep in her crotch.
CHAPTER TWO
Mark gazed deeply into the china-blue eyes of the young girl sitting across the table from him. He watched with lust as she pressed her red lips over the straw sticking out of her soda.
"She's beautiful," he thought, dropping his gaze to the outline of her pert breasts pressed against the fabric of her tight blouse. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, the knuckles of his powerful, tanned hand turning pale white.
He felt himself becoming erect, and slid his chair further under the table.
Bess gulped down a big swallow of the chocolate soda.
"So what do you want to do now," she asked casually.
"Oh, I don't know, just drive around, or something." Mark hoped she didn't notice his intense scrutiny of her teenaged curves. Although they had been engaging in heavy petting frequently, he still felt embarrassed about his physical feelings for hen
"My place?" she said. She hoped her voice tone did not reveal the strange, uneasy excitement she felt. She had decided to yield her virginity to him. Her parents were away for the week, and the evening presented an excellent opportunity. She rubbed her thighs together feeling the tight material press against her moist crotch.
"I wonder what its going to be like," she thought. She didn't realize that Mark was troubled by the same thoughts.
"I'm glad she suggested going to her parents," he thought. "I want to fuck her, but I guess I'm not supposed to let her know about it." He felt his erection growing larger as he tried to imagine what it would be like to have his penis buried in the young, blond girl's cunt.
They finished their sodas and left the coffee shop quickly. Mark slid behind the wheel of his battered old Ford, Bess sliding into the front seat next to him.
"Do you have to work tomorrow," she said as they drove off.
"Yeah," he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as they drove through the California night. "Tomorrow's my first day at the Carr's. They're paying good money-three an hour. I don't want to be late."
"What time do you have to be there," she asked, glancing at the dashboard clock.
"Oh, not too early. Mrs. Carr told me over the phone to arrive around eleven."
Bess pressed her shoulderblades firmly into the backrest of the car seat. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Mark watched her through the mirror over the dashboard.
"Watch out!" cried Bess.
Mark jerked the steering wheel sharply around, narrowly avoiding hitting a small animal that was scurrying across the highway.
"Wow, that was close," said Bess, "you almost hit him!"
"Guess I'd better watch where I'm driving," said Mark. He fixed his gaze on the ghostly-lit highway rolling beneath the hood of his car.
"Something bothering you," she said coyly. She spread her long, lovely legs apart, accidentally-on-purpose brushing her knee against his leg.
"Huh?" said Mark, startled at her question. He felt as if she was reading his mind.
"No, nothing," he continued.
"Are you sure," she said.
"Yes, I'm sure," said Mark, gripping the wheel tightly. There was a slight trace of annoyance in the tone of his voice.
Bess decided to change the subject. "Did you bring any grass," she asked, pressing her knee tighter against his leg.
"No, no I didn't. I don't like to fool around with that stuff too much."
"Well, you're going to have to fool around with it a little-I've got some at home."
"You better watch you don't get into all kinds of drugs behind that stuff," said Mark with a scowl. Actually, a joint or two was just what he needed right then. But he had cautioned her about getting high a number of times, and felt foolish about appearing too eager to smoke grass.
"Hey, I want some wine," said Bess. She cursed herself silently for the waves of anxiety rolling over her lithe, teenaged body. But she was determined to go through with her defloration. She fought off the voices in her mind telling her how much it would hurt.
"That would be a good idea," Mark mused. The suggestion excited him. He'd read in the pornographic books circulating around the locker room that liquor was the best way to make a woman 'come across'.
"But how the hell are we going to get any," he asked with a frown. "Every storeowner in the area knows our ages. They just wouldn't sell us any. And they would tell our parents we tried to buy some."
Bess stared silently out of the window. "There's how," she said, pointing to a shoulder of the highway they were approaching. Two bedraggled-looking hitchhikers were standing on the shoulders, their arms outstretched, their thumbs raised high.
"I don't know," said Mark, trying to get a good look at their faces. "They look kind of scroungy to me."
"Well, how the hell do you think they'd look," said Bess angrily. "You spend a couple of days on the road, and see what kind of shape you'd be in."
"Just remember," said Mark, "If they murder us, I'll never talk to you again."
"It's a deal," said Bess with a chuckle.
Mark pulled up to the shoulder. The two hitchhikers dashed over to the car.
"Where are you guys headed," said Mark, sticking his head out of the window.
The taller of the two peered at him with a sad smile. "San Luis Obispo, if that's where you're going," he said. Mark liked the soft tone of his voice. He appeared to be somewhat older than he and Bess. His hair was quite long, and hung in untidy tangles around his angular face. He gestured to his shorter companion.
They scooped up their back packs. Mark stepped out of the car and helped them load the heavy packs into the trunk.
"We're headed to San Luis O, ourselves," he said as they slid into the car's back seat. "You got friends there?"
"Yeah," said the shorter one with a heavy New York accent, "We're going to spend a couple of days with the light people."
"Yeah, they're beautiful," said Bess.
"Where're you guys coming from?"
"We spent a week in King's Canyon park," the taller one replied. Mark studied his face carefully in the dashboard mirror. His skinned was tanned and roughened, indicating that he was telling the truth.
"You guys are backpackers, huh," said Bess. She felt herself growing more and more excited at the thought of her coming liaison with Mark. "That's right," they chorused, smiling broadly. "Must have packed half the woods in this state."
They approached the edge of the town.
"Say, I was wondering if you guys could do us a favor," said Mark, slowing down the car as he entered the town's main street.
"Six pack or a bottle?" asked the shorter one with a big grin.
"Well, we're into wine, tonight," said Bess. "Can you recommend anything?"
"That all depends on the wine," said the taller hitchhiker thoughtfully.
"He's the expert," the other one chimed in. They laughed.
"Do you guys want to do a gourmet trip, or do you want to get blasted," asked the older one. Mark grinned at the professional sound of his voice.
"Blasted!" said Bess emphatically.
"That sounds like Mad Dog to me," said the shorter one.
"What is Mad Dog," asked Mark. "I don't think I've ever heard of the stuff."
"It's Mogen David, Twenty-Twenty," said the taller one. "Guaranteed to do anything you want it to. And you'll do anything it wants you to."
Mark felt a sharp stab of lust tear through him. "That sounds about right," he said as casually as he could.
Bess caught the tone of excitement in his voice.
"He's into it," she thought, and pressed her dungaree-covered thighs tightly together.
Mark parked the car around the comer from a grocery store. He handed the taller hitchhiker a five dollar bill.
"Be right back," said the long-haired man. He dashed out of the car and into the grocery store. He emerged minutes later, clutching a brown paper bag.
"Here you go," he said, sliding back into the back seat of the car. Mark took the cold package from him and laid it on the seat between him and Bess.
The hitchhiker handed him the change. "Do you know of a bar called 'Ethel Red's'?"
"Sure," Mark said. "Want us to drop you off there?"
"That would be great," they said.
He let them off in front of the bar a few minutes later.
"Wow, this is great," said Bess, pressing her slim fingers into the cold surface of the bag. "We're really going to get ripped tonight."
"And that's not all, I hope," thought Mark.
They pulled into the driveway of Bess' house. Mark followed quickly behind her as she dashed up the steps leading to her porch.
"Want to hang around outside for a while," said Mark.
"No, it's not a good idea to let the neighbors see what we're doing," said Bess. "It's like Gestapo-time-every time I sneeze, they tell my parents to call a doctor."
"Wish to fuck they'd mind their own business," grumbled Mark, casting an angry glance at the houses lining the street.
"Guess they've nothing better to do," said Bess. She unlocked the front door of her house and stepped inside.
"Let's go up to my room," she said, walking quickly through the over-decorated living room. She noticed that Mark was gazing around the room.
"Your folks starting a museum," he asked with a grin. "Seems they have more and more crap in here!"
"They're collectors," laughed Bess. "I really think it's kind of lousy myself."
They walked up to the second floor of the house and went into Bess' small room.
Bess dashed over to her small, metal-cot bed. She leaned a couple of cushions against the wall by the bed.
"Sit down," she smiled at Mark. "I'll get the grass. You've got the bottle, right?"
Mark grimaced. "Shit," he said, "I forgot all about it!" He jumped up off the bed and ran out of the house.
Beth lay on her stomach on the wooden floor of the room. She slid under her dresser and pulled off the small cardboard box she'd taped to the underside. She dashed back over to the bed and tossed the cardboard box down.
She glanced out the window and saw Mark opening the door of his car.
"Good!" she thought excitedly, "I still have a minute."
She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the plain white garment off her lithe young shoulders. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting the undergarment drop to the floor.
"No," she thought as she bent down to retrieve the undergarment. "Let him catch a broad hint."
She cupped her hands under her small, cone shaped breasts and pressed her slim fingers tightly into the white, quivering flesh. Her tiny, pink-bud nipples grew hard, and she felt her crotch begin to moisten.
The sound of the car door slamming shut jerked her out of her sensuous reverie. She quickly pulled her blouse over her naked flesh, leaving the top two buttons open.
Mark walked back into the room a few minutes later. He was clutching the brown bag holding the bottle of wine tightly, a sheepish grin on his face.
Beth hunched over the cardboard box, deftly rolling a marijuana cigarette.
"Have a seat," she smiled. She turned her attention back to the joint.
Mark sank slowly into the bed, leaning back against the cushions she'd propped up against the wall. He stretched out his long, muscular athletic legs and pulled the bottle out of the bag.
"Shit," he said, "those guys weren't kidding-this stuff is twenty-per cent alcohol.
"Let me see," said Beth bending over and peering at the bottle's label. The open portion of her blouse parted as she bent over. Mark could see her breasts clearly under the plain white fabric. A sharp stab of lust tore through his young loins. He glanced over and saw that her bra was lying on the floor.
"Damn," he thought lustily, "she's really into it tonight."
Beth put the marijuana cigarette to her lips, curling the tip of her tongue around the rolled up end. Mark watched the motions of the soft, meaty flesh hungrily. She struck a match and made an elaborate show of sucking on the joint. She jerked the joint out of her mouth and handed it to Mark.
He stared deep into her china-blue eyes as he took the joint.
"I'll take first drink," she said, pulling the bottle out of his hand. She unscrewed the white cap and placed the mouth of the bottle to her lush, sensuous lips.
"Oh, god, it tastes awful," she said, jerking the mouth of the bottle away from her face.
Mark put the bottle cautiously to his lips.
"Shit, they must process the grapes with sulphuric acid," he said with a grimace.
"But I can feel it already," said Beth. She took another long swig. Her lusts rose with the effects of the alcohol. She stared at Mark's face, and saw that the wine and the grass were affecting him also.
They drank a few more sips each and finished the joint. Bess capped the bottle and shoved it under the bed.
"Guess we won't be needing that for a while," she said, slightly slurring her words.
"No, I guess not," said Mark, reaching out his arm and curling it around her shoulders.
Beth leaned over and pressed her young body tightly against his. He turned his head to her and clamped his lips tightly over her mouth.
Beth parted her teeth. Mark darted the wet, hot, meaty flesh of his tongue into the hot wetness. She closed her lips tightly over his tongue, sucking hard on the hot flesh.
Mark clutched her side tightly, pressing the cotton fabric of her blouse against her supple flesh. She pressed her fingers into his thigh, and slid her hand up to his crotch.
Mark murmured into her mouth, pressing his lips hard against hers. She pressed her fingers tightly over the bulge growing out of the fabric of the crotch of his dungarees. His whole body shuddered at the touch.
He slid his hand over to the front of her blouse and clamped his fingers tightly over a cloth-covered breast. Bess caressed his tongue with hers, sighing softly as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bust.
Mark slid his fingers to the buttons of her blouse. He slowly unbuttoned each button, letting his fingers brush against the white strip of skin underneath. Bess ground her buttocks into the sheet and pushed his tongue out of her mouth. The alcohol and marijuana were affecting her fully now. She thrust her arms out wide on either side of her and let Mark pull the blouse off her shoulders.
He gasped at the sight of the naked, cone-shaped, teenaged flesh. Bess arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Mark planted a hard kiss on her supple throat, then jerked his head downwards and clamped his mouth over her naked tits.
Beth inhaled sharply at the touch of his lips to her naked skin. He pressed his lips tightly into the quivering flesh, then caressed the tiny, pink-bud nipple with his tongue. He dug his fingers into her bare sides, his body trembling with teen age' lust.
He squeezed his sides tightly, then dropped his hands to his lap. He jerked his face away from her breast and fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
"Let me," said Bess, panting. Mark stood up.
She reached up and deftly unbuckled his belt. He trembled as she pulled his jeans down his muscled thighs, and stepped out of the garment as it dropped to his ankles.
She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on the bulge formed by his erect penis against the fabric of his briefs.
"Wow," he gasped, "You've never done that before!" She looked up at him with lustful eyes.
She slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of the briefs and jerked the undergarments down to his knees. His penis sprang forth, fully erect. Bess sat back and stared hard at his exposed male member.
"I just can't get over how big you are," she purred. She reached over and batted the hardened shaft gently. It swung from side to side, quivering.
"Now undress me," she said, jumping up off the bed. Mark sat down at the edge of the bed and fumbled with the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned the top button slowly, then pulled down the zipper.
Beth quivered with desire as she watched his powerful fingers pull the jeans down her slender, sexy legs. She raised her legs high, kicking the crumpled up garment off her ankles.
Mark pressed his hands firmly into the supple flesh of her thighs and slid his fingers up to the waistband of her panties. He jerked the pale-blue panties down her legs, inhaling sharply at the sight of the blond pussy hairs covering her cunt.
Naked, Beth sat down next to him on the bed. Mark thrust his hand into her bare crotch as he bent forward, again clamping his mouth over a naked, cone-shaped breast. She reached into his crotch and seized the hardened shaft of his erect young cock.
Mark brushed his fingertips over the swelling, juicing lips of her teenage snatch.
She thrust her hips forward, and Mark rammed two fingers into her quivering cunthole. She shivered.
"Ouch!" she said, as his fingers rammed into the thick membrane covering her virginal pussy.
Mark jerked his face away from her breast. "Sorry," he panted.
Bess began tugging at the taut skin of his stiff prick. She felt his prick begin to throb violently, and quickly jerked her hand away from his crotch.
"Don't want to blow it before we start," she thought, then gasped with passion.
Mark had inadvertently found her tiny clit with his bumbling, probing fingers.
"Do that again," she .gasped. The touch of his fingers on her organ of pleasure sent a sharp stab of lust through her naked frame. Mark groped around the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her blond pussy pelt, but was unable to re-locate her clitoris.
He pulled his hand slowly out of her crotch. Their lusting eyes met. Bess tapped the swollen head of his cock with an impassioned finger. She stretched out her slim arms and wrapped them tightly around Mark's bare torso.
He clamped his mouth over hers. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, ramming the tip of the soft, wet, meaty flesh against the roof of his mouth.
He ground his lips tightly against hers. She pressed her fingers into the tanned, masculine skin of his thighs, just inches from his erect, quivering penis.
Mark pressed his tongue against hers and pulled his face from her mouth.
"Bess," he began. The look in his eyes could mean only one thing.
"Do you, do you think we could," he began.
"You want to go all the way," she asked, feeling a sudden fear overtake her. She'd been waiting for this moment all day. But now that it was about to happen, she began to feel anxious and afraid.
"Yeah," breathed Mark, clamping his hands onto her naked tits. He pinched her tiny nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
The feel of the pressure on her nipples broke through her sudden wave of anxiety.
"I, I want to very much," she began, "But I'm afraid. I heard that it hurts a lot, the first time. And I might get pregnant."
"I can pull out before I come," said Mark, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Have you ever done it before?" Bess waited for his answer, a hint of anger coloring her feelings of lust.
"No," said Mark. He saw the doubtful look on her young face. "Really. I mean it, I've never fucked a woman in my life."
His facial expression told Bess that he was telling the truth.
"So how do you know you can pull out in time?"
Mark dropped his gaze to the sheet.
"Oh, uh, I heard other guys talk about it," he said.
"They're probably a lot more full of shit than you are," said Bess.
Mark grinned ruefully. "Yeah. I doubt if any of them has ever done any of the things they always talk about in the locker room. So what are we going to do?"
Bess .was well prepared. She dashed over to her dresser and pulled out a small package she had hidden underneath her clothes.
"I've got some rubbers," she said, tossing the bag into Mark's naked lap.
He peered into the bag for a moment, then pulled out a small, square, aluminum foil package.
"Do you know how to put one of those on?" asked Beth.
"Uh, I watched one of the guys on the team demonstrating one time," said Mark.
He ripped open the small package and pulled out the rolled-up condom. He and Bess stared quizzically at the prophylactic device.
"I think you have to wet yourself first," said Bess. She put her small hand to her lush, wet lips and coated her fingers with saliva. She her wet fingers over the shaft of his prick. Mark shuddered violently as her fingers caressed his taut, male skin. She looked into his eyes and smiled coyly. Somehow the ritual of donning the condom had stilled her qualms.
"That's wet enough, I guess," said Mark, staring down at his saliva-coated erection.
Bess poked her finger into the center of the condom, loosening a portion of its opaque rubber form.
"I don't think that's right," said Mark, staring quizzically at the dangling bit of rubber. He pressed the rolled up end to the head of his cock.
"Let me help," said Bess with a giggle.
Mark slowly dropped his hands from his r penis. The condom hung on the end of his cock, its loose end dangling off the taut shaft. Bess seized the rolled-up bottom of the rubber and pulled mightily. She dragged a portion of the rubber across the skin of Mark's prick, but tore the rippled end off.
"Oh, shit!" said Mark with an aggravated tone, "I sure hope you've got another one."
Bess dashed over to her dresser. "Yeah," she said, groping around the piles of clothing. She pulled out a second condom.
"Now the trick is not to roll it out," said Mark, taking the aluminum foil packet from her hand. He ripped off an end carefully and delicately removed the condom. He inspected it carefully to see which side of the rolled up, rubber disk he should put facing the root of his prick. He noticed that on one edge the folds made a small rim around the circumference. He deduced that the material would roll down the shaft of his cock if he used that end.
"Hey, it looks like you've got it," said Bess excitedly. Mark was slowly drawing the condom over his erect prick.
"Now let me help," she said.
"You sure you won't break it, now," said Mark somberly. "You've really gotten me going-"
"You mean you've got yourself going," said Bess with a sly grin. She stepped to his side and helped him draw the condom on.
"It looks funny like that," she said with a giggle. Mark said nothing. She sat down at the edge of the bed. He sat down next to her and curled his arms around her slender, naked form. She turned her head sharply around and planted her lush, thick lips over Mark's mouth. He pressed his fingers tightly into her supple skin and darted the hot, wet meat of his tongue into the horny wetness of her mouth.
Bess closed her lips tightly over his invading tongue, and sucked hard on the meaty flesh. Mark slid his hands up to her pert, naked breasts and dug his impassioned fingers tightly into the cone-shaped tits. He poked her tongue out of his mouth and leaned back, his hands clasped tightly over Bess' small boobs.
"Let's do it now," he gasped. Bess trembled with excitement. She swung her naked legs around and stretched out on the bed. She spread her legs wide apart.
"I, I think you'd better raise your knees, too," said Mark, panting at the sight of her exposed pussy gash.
Bess' eyes were filled with lust. She raised her knees, murmuring softly. Mark planted himself between her spreadeagled limbs and crouched over her. She lifted her head and shoulders up and seized the condom-wrapped shaft of his cock.
"I'm feeling awfully tight," she said anxiously. She pressed the head of Mark's prick to the opening of her teen aged twat. He planted the palms of his hand firmly into the mattress and thrust forward. His cock head rammed into the opening of her cunt, then bounced back.
"Ouch, that hurt," wailed Bess. She thrust her buttocks away from him.
"I can't seem to make it go in," said Mark, staring down dumbly at his prick.
"Try again," gasped Bess, "but be careful-it really hurt."
Mark rammed the head of his cock against the swelling lips of her cunt. He felt an enormous resistance to the intrusion of his cock head.
"Am I hurting you," he asked nervously. He felt the desire draining out of him.
"Yes ... no ... I don't know," muttered Bess, lifting her head and squinting down at her unyielding pussy.
"Maybe we shouldn't...." Mark began.
"Try again," said Bess. She spread her legs apart as wide as she could.
Mark thrust at her pussy again. He felt the cock head under its rubber sheathing creeping slightly in between the lips of her cunt.
"I think I'm getting it," he grunted.
"Yeah. I feel it. Try harder."
He thrust forward mightily. Bess pressed the back of her head into the softness of the mattress and screamed loudly.
Mark jumped away from her pussy. Bess gripped the sheets tightly, grimacing with pain.
"What's wrong," he said, feeling a sick fear overtake him.
"It, it's too tight," grunted Bess, slowly sitting up. She cupped her hands tightly over her pubic hairs.
Mark stared silently at her for a moment.
"I don't think we'd better try it tonight," he said softly.
Beth looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I guess you're right," she said.
Mark began pulling the condom off his prick. Bess reached up and seized the thick shaft.
"You're just going to make me more horny," said Mark.
"Oh, I'll make it better," Bess cooed.
Mark sat down next to her on the bed. She jerked the condom off his cock and tossed it into a wastebasket.
She reached into his crotch and wrapped her slim fingers tightly around the shaft of his prick. Mark bent down, and clamped his mouth over a cone shaped breast. She tugged at the skin of his prick until she felt it begin to jerk violently , then pointed the head to her stomach.
Mark sucked hard on her breasts, quivering with passion. His body shuddered as his prick began to shoot come. Bess giggled as the hot, "sticky gobs splashed onto the smooth plane of her stomach.
Mark pulled his face away from her breast and sat up, gasping. Bess lay back and spread her legs wide apart. He thrust his hands into her bare crotch to make her come.
CHAPTER THREE
Jennie watched with half-closed eyes as Greg dressed. She glanced at the clock on the night table and saw that she still had four hours to sleep before the teenager she'd hired would come for his first day of work. She mumbled a sleepy good night as Greg walked out the door. He grunted something in reply and closed the door behind him as he left the room.
She woke up with a start sometime later.
She saw that she had only fifteen minutes now to prepare herself for the youngster's arrival. She picked herself slowly up out of the bed and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom.
She struggled to remember the young man's name as she pulled off her nightgown. She recalled that his name was 'Mark' as she tossed the garment into a hamper.
The stinging spray of the shower woke her up. She washed herself down quickly, trying to ignore the feelings of lust she aroused in herself when she passed a washcloth along the lips of her cunt.
As she wrapped herself in a large bath towel, she heard the chiming of the front door bell.
"Oh, shit," she thought, jerking the towel away from her flesh. She dashed naked into her bedroom and threw on a robe.
The doorbell chimed again. She dashed down the stairs and threw open the front door.
"Good morning, Mrs. Carr," the tall, blond-haired young man said.
"Good morning," she replied, forcing a smile to cross her sensuous lips. "You're Mark, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'm," the teenager replied. Mark gazed at his new employer. He could see the swelling curves of her large, round breasts under the robe, and felt a tingling sensation in his crotch as he realized that the tiny, pimple-like risings pushing against the fabric were her nipples.
Bess' hand-job of the night before had only lasted him until he got home. He was seized with a furious lust as he took off his clothes, and had to masturbate several times before his desires would leave him alone. He .woke up that morning with an enormous erection.
His prick had gone soft by the time he reached the Carr's house. But the sight of female flesh under Jennie's robe was making his prick quiver, and he felt himself becoming erect again. He hoped she would put him to work as quickly as possible.
"I'm here to take care of the lawn," he said, forcing his gaze away from her robe-covered form.
Jennie thought she could feel his gaze at the outline of her tits. A hot flash of lust tore through her. Shrugging the feeling off as best she could, she smiled.
"Why don't you come in and have some coffee," she said. "There's a lot to be done, but I'm sure a few minutes won't matter."
Mark wanted very much to decline her invitation, but didn't know how to construct a polite-enough refusal.
"Thanks, that would be nice," he said. Jennie turned and began to walk into the house.
His gaze fell upon the swelling curve of her buttocks as the fabric of the robe clung to her back. His penis became fully erect, forming a large, embarrassing bulge against the fabric of the crotch of his jeans.
Mark sat down at her kitchen table, and slid his lap way under the edge of the table. He hoped fervently that she hadn't seen the bulge.
Jennie had noticed his erection. She felt a hot, choking ball of lust rise up in her throat. She turned her back to him, so that her passions would not show.
"Here we go," she said brightly, pouring coffee into two cups that she had laid out on the table.
Mark poured cream into his cup and watched the thick, white liquid merge with the blackness of the coffee.
They were both trying to take their minds of off their lusts.
"I guess you're familiar with garden work," Jennie began, sipping at her cup. She tried to catch Mark's gaze, but he turned his face to his coffee cup as he replied.
"Yes, Mrs. Carr. I've done a lot for my parents, and for some of the townspeople. I like working with growing things."
"Do you plan to do this kind of work professionally?"
"No, not exactly," said Mark. "I plan to go to forestry school, to become a forest ranger. I've been a backpacker since I was a kid, and would like to spend most of my life in the woods."
"That's really wonderful," said Jennie. She finished her coffee and plunked the cup back in its saucer.
Mark finished his coffee in one big gulp. He stood up as he put down his cup, pushing the chair away from the table. Jennie's gaze dropped to the bulge formed against the fabric of the crotch of his dungarees.
He flushed slightly on seeing where her eyes were pointed. He turned to one side, hoping to hide the sight.
"I'm ready, to start, Mrs. Carr," he said.
"Fine. Come with me and I'll show you where we keep the garden tools."
He was unable to keep his eyes off the outline of her ass, under the frail fabric of her robe. His prick quivered as it pressed against the tight material of his jeans.
"Some good, hard work'll take care of that," he thought.
He inventoried the work that needed to be done as he and Jennie walked around to the back of the house. Some raggedy-looking bushes that needed trimming, patches of lawn to clear up.
"This is our tool shed," said Jennie, stopping in front of a small wooden structure. Mark started to say that the building looked like a? outhouse, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He wasn't sure if she'd be offended by the remark.
The door to the shed was fastened by a small padlock. Jennie fumbled with the lock, then realized she hadn't brought the key.
"Mark, wait here," she said, trying to keep the annoyance she felt out of her voice. "I've forgotten the key-just be a minute." She turned and started walking quickly back to the house.
Mark watched the sway of her hips as she proceeded to the house. He was surprised to find that she was so young. The 'Mrs.' before her name automatically made him think of a much older-looking person. To his surprise, he found himself lusting after her.
"Something to think about when I jerk off," he decided with a rueful grin.
Although his young mind could easily fantasize a sexual experience with the woman, he never believed that such an encounter was actually possible.
Jennie came back shortly carrying the key.
"I'll get you a copy today," she said, shoving the key into the padlock. The lock opened with a soft snap. She opened the door of the shed and stepped inside.
"Wow," said Mark, gazing at the tangled-up pile of garden implements. "That looks like the first job right there."
"Right," smiled Jennie. "Sorry for the mess, but neither my husband nor myself are very good with our hands." She smiled to herself at the unintentional, punning reference to her sex fife. Mark, of course, did not get it at all.
"Oh, I'll straighten it out," he said, smiling with amusement at the mess. "Shouldn't take more than an hour or so."
From seemingly out of nowhere, a vivid image of Bess' naked body crossed Mark's mind. He felt his prick throb and realized he was still fully erect. He decided that the only way to handle his feelings was to get right down to work. He pulled off his tee-shirt and looked around the interior of the shed for a hook to hang it on.
Jennie stared hard at his muscled, tanned torso. His muscles rippled as he moved his arms, each waving motion sending a sharp stab of lust through her loins.
"I'm afraid there's nowhere in here where you can hang your shirt," she said, jerking her gaze away from his naked flesh. "I'll keep it in the house for you."
"Hey, thanks," said Mark. He handed her the garment and she walked out of the shed.
Jennie walked slowly back to the house, clutching his tee shirt tightly. Her lusts were bothering her considerably, and she realized that the object of her desires of the moment was the young man.
"Ridiculous," she thought, an image of herself naked under his young frame coursing through her mind. "I could never even think of it!"
She grinned to herself as she realized she just had. She stepped up onto her porch and sat down in one of the metal chairs. She decided not to bother getting dressed until that afternoon.
"The hell, I'm covered enough," she thought, gazing down at the robe. She leaned back in the chair and drifted off to sleep.
Mark sweated profusely as he dug through the pile of tools. He worked carefully, afraid he'd injure his hands. With football practice beginning in less than a week, he felt the injury would be more than he could afford.
Finally, he had the tools laid out in a neat row on the floor of the shed. He stepped back and grinned with satisfaction at the work. He turned around confused, then realized that Jennie had not yet given him his second job for the day.
Jennie was dreaming of sex. In her dream, she was lying naked on a cold, earth floor. A tall, muscular figure hovered over her, his face and upper torso hidden by shadows. She sat up and reached for his erect cock, which she could see clearly. The figure didn't move as she stretched her hand towards his crotch. She grabbed at the stiff member, but succeeded only in clutching thin air. A tight stab of frustration tore through her.
"Why can't I hold you," she screamed. The floor felt suddenly very cold against the backs of her legs.
The figure hovered over her, silent, its face hidden by strange shadows. She lunged at its erect cock again, and again succeeded only in catching the dark air of the dream.
"Mrs. Carr?" from somewhere far off she heard the voice. She woke up with a start to see Mark standing over her.
"I hope I didn't wake you," he began. His eyes fell to her legs. Jennie slowly started to follow his eyes and saw that the folds of the robe had parted as she slept. Her legs and more than half her lean, sensuous thighs were fully exposed.
"Oh, that's all right, Mark," she said, covering her legs with an exaggerated gesture. From out of the comer of her eye she saw Mark jerk his head away from her.
"I think he's horny," she thought. The dream had left her with a bad case of lust. She shivered with delight at the thought that such a young man could still find her attractive.
"Guess I'm not that old," her thoughts continued.
"Mrs. Carr," Mark continued, "I've straightened out the tools. Is there something else-"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jennie interrupted, "I should have told you. A daily job here is to mow the lawns. You should do that next, and the first thing every working day."
"I'll get right on it," said Mark. He turned and dashed off the porch. The sight of her bare limbs had sent his lusts soaring. He had actually been staring at her exposed skin for some minutes before she woke up. The image of her nude limbs stayed in his mind as he pulled the old-fashioned lawn mower out of the tool shed.
Jennie squirmed in her chair, her lusts boiling. "I couldn't," she told herself. "He's a child, and I'll bet, a virgin."
She found herself clenching and unclenching her fist. "Guess I'm still grabbing at that cock," she thought.
A whirring noise distracted her. She turned her head to see Mark pushing the lawn mower around to the front of the house. He was bent slightly, leaning his powerful arms against the tee-shaped handle of the mower.
"Ok if I do the front first," he called out.
"Please do," said Jennie with a grin. It didn't matter to her which part he started on. But she wanted to watch his young muscles ripple as he worked.
She dropped her hand to her crotch. Her fingers slid under the folds of her robe as if they had minds of their own. She felt a sharp stab of passion as her fingers brushed against her pussy pelt, and she jerked her hand away sharply.
"Shame on me," she thought with a grin, "masturbating in public!" She sat back, hoping that Mark hadn't noticed the gesture.
Mark pushed hard against the lawnmower, cutting neat lines in the grass. His mind felt like a humming, vibrating machine as he fought to ignore his lusts. But the image of Mrs. Carr's naked legs kept crossing with the image of Bess' naked flesh. He found himself growing more and more curious as to what lay beneath her bathrobe.
Jennie kept her eyes fixed on his naked chest. She felt the lips of her cunt swell and begin to moisten at the thought of his body pressed tightly against hers. The more she tried to dismiss the idea as ridiculous, the more real it seemed.
Mark's last job of the day was to prune several trees bordering her property and that of her neighbor's.
He finished quickly and walked back to the porch, covered with sweat. Jennie had gone back into the house. He rang the doorbell, and Jennie appeared in the doorway. He hated to admit it, but he was somewhat disappointed to find her fully dressed in a blouse and slacks. "All through," she asked brightly.
"Yes, ma'm," he replied. "The pruning's done. I guess I'm through for the day, huh?"
"Yes," said Jennie, studying the way the sunlight glinted off the sweat covering his bare skin. "There'll be more stuff for you tomorrow-but four hours is plenty for now." Mark wiped his brow with the back of his hand. She saw that he was breathing hard, and somewhat red from exposure to the bright, fall sun. For no reason at all, she heard herself invite him in to take a shower.
"Why, thanks, Mrs. Carr," said Mark, "That will be really nice." The suggestion sent a strange shiver through him. He felt queasy about accepting the offer, but felt it would be impolite to refuse.
"The bathroom's upstairs." Jennie turned and walked back into the house. Mark followed behind her. He could see the outline of her buttocks against the tight fabric of her slacks, and felt another shiver of lust tear through him. The exertion of the morning's work had stilled his desires somewhat, but he felt his lusts returning rapidly as he stared at her ass.
He padded up the stairs behind her. Jennie pushed open the bathroom door.
"There should be towels in there," she said. "If not, call me when you're through and I'll bring you one."
She stepped quickly out of the room and closed the door behind her. She heard the soft snap of Mark's belt buckle being opened and felt a pang of lust at the thought of having a naked young man in her bathroom.
"I couldn't," she thought for the third time that day," Could I?" With a start, she realized that she was completely alone in the house, and very well could.
Mark's penis sprang up fully erect as he pulled off his briefs. He felt a strange sensation at being naked in the woman's bathroom. He stepped into the tub and turned the shower water on hard. His lusts continued to rise. He washed himself down quickly, and stepped out of the tub. There were no towels in the bathroom.
"Oh, shit!" he thought.
He opened the bathroom door and stuck out his head.
"Mrs. Carr?" There was no answer. She was probably out on the porch, and couldn't hear him. He looked around for something to cover himself with, but could find nothing larger than a washcloth. With an anxious sigh, he stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and dripping wet.
"Hello, Mrs. Carr?" he called out loudly.
Jennie had just come back into the house. She heard him call out and dashed up the stairs.
"Ooops," she called out, seeing his naked young body. She gotten a good eyeful of his naked crotch before he dashed, red-faced, back into the bathroom.
"Sorry," she called out with a giggle. She went upstairs and stood in front of the closed bathroom door.
She began to tremble. His legs matched those of the figure in her dream. A powerful surge of lust shivered her.
"Did you call, Mark," she said into the bathroom door, trying to keep her voice tone casual.
"Yes, ma'm," the teenager replied. "I, I need a towel."
"Just hold on-I'll get you one," she said. With trembling fingers she took a bath towel out of a nearby linen closet and softly opened the bathroom door.
Mark stretched out a muscled arm and took the towel from her. She got another good look at his balls through the crack in the door, and almost fell to the floor from the powerful shot of lust the sight produced.
She decided she couldn't contain her lusts any longer. "Goddammit," she thought, "I can have him if I want." She watched herself push the bathroom door open and step inside. Mark was rubbing the towel over his naked flesh. He jerked his head up in surprise as he .saw her standing in the doorway.
"Mark, I'd like to talk to you," she said, as he quickly wrapped the towel around his naked waist.
He was astounded. He stared at her silently. He felt himself erect again, and glanced down to see his penis making a huge bulge against the fabric of the towel.
"Wah-uh, why, uh," he began.
"Come with me," said Jennie.
"But I don't have any clothes-" he began
"Oh, that's fine," said Jennie. Her voice sounded strangely hoarse. Her eyes flashed as she spoke.
Mark felt a strange sensation come over him as he walked out of the bathroom Jennie pushed open the door to her bedroom and sat down on the bed. Mark stood in the doorway, holding the towel tightly to his naked waist.
"Sit here next to me," she said. Mark hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over and planted his buttocks at the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to ask you a very personal question,"
"Jennie began. She fought to keep the tone of her voice casual, to keep the hoarse note of lust out of her tones. She prayed that she wasn't moving so fast that she would frighten him away.
Mark felt weird. He tried to blank his mind of the lusty thoughts raging in him.
"Yes, Mrs. Carr," he said quietly, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor of the room.
"Have you ever had a sexual experience?"
The question made him jerk his head around sharply. She kept her gaze fixed on his face.
"That's a rather strange question," he said. He was possessed by a sudden flash of red-hot lust.
"Well, did you, I mean, have you?" She slid closer to him as she spoke.
"No, no I haven't," he said quietly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She rubbed the tip of her tongue over her lips. Mark saw the gesture. His penis throbbed under the towel covering his lap.
He was quickly beginning to realize where her unusual questions were leading.
"Yes," he replied.
"Do you play with each other? Heavy petting and all?"
"Yes, we do." He felt that she had already invaded his privacy, and could only answer each question as it was asked.
"What do you do?"
"Well, that's kind of personal," he began.
"You can tell me, you know," she said, reaching up and brushing her fingertips over his bare shoulders.
"We, we tried to have sex last night," Mark continued, then briefly told her the story of the encounter with Bess.
"And I guess you really want a woman now, right?" Jennie could' hardly contain herself as she spoke. His story of unsuccessful sex had pushed her desires almost past her point of tolerance.
The huge bulge in the towel was a clear sign of his lust. "Yes, yes I do," He said, a slight hoarseness entering his tone of voice.
"Now think before you answer the next question," said Jennie evenly.
Mark stared at her.
"Would you like to have sex with me?" Jennie held her breath, waiting for his reply. The question was sort of a gamble-either he'd be in her cunt within the next ten minutes or so, or else he'd dash out of the room.
Mark dropped his gaze to the floor. The gesture sent Jennie's lust raging. She knew now there could be only one answer.
"Uh, I, oh, I," he said, a flush crossing his handsome young face.
Jennie reached out and drew her fingers lightly down his back. The touch made him shudder, made the bulge under the towel throb noticeably.
"Put your arms around me," said Jennie. Mark stared at her for a long moment.
"I, I'm just not sure," he said.
Jennie reached out and clamped her hand firmly over the bulge made by his erect penis against the fabric of the towel. Mark shivered. With a swift, sudden motion, he turned and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
"Now you want me?"
"Yes, yes," was the hoarse, impassioned response.
Jennie leaned her head forward and pressed her lush, red lips to Mark's young mouth. He parted his teeth and Jennie slid her tongue deep into the hot, horny wetness of his mouth. She jerked her hand away from his crotch and pressed her fingers into the bare, tanned flesh of his torso.
Mark ground his mouth tightly against hers. He was filled with desire for the woman, his feelings of strangeness gone. The touch of her hand to his towel-covered erection had broken down the last barriers of his shyness.
His hand instinctively reached for a blouse and bra covered breast. Jennie yanked her tongue out of his mouth and pushed herself away from him.
"I think you want me to undress," she said, standing up and stepping away from the bed.
Mark watched with lust-filled eyes as she slowly and temptingly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the garment off her shoulders, grinding her hips. She pressed her hands into her bare sides and slid her slim fingers down to the tops of her slacks.
"Have you ever seen a woman's vagina," she cooed.
"Y, y, yes," stammered Mark, watching her fingers pull the garment down her lean, sensual thighs. She let the slacks drop to the floor of the room, then stepped out of the crumpled-up garment.
He could see the curly, light-brown hairs covering her cunt through the white fabric of her underpants. She turned around slowly and reached behind her. Mark gasped as her fingers undid the clasp of her bra. He found it difficult to believe that the scene was real, that this was not just some wet-dream.
Jennie pulled the straps of the bra out wide from either side of her naked back. She thrust her shoulders back and let the bra drop to the floor. She turned around slowly.
"God! You're beautiful," Mark gasped, staring at her naked, large, round breasts.
"Do you like my tits," she cooed, cupping the palms of her hands under the globes of white tit flesh.
"Y, yes," he gasped, "They're beautiful!"
.She sat down next to him on the bed. Mark bent forward as she thrust her torso towards his face. She stroked the nape of his neck as he clamped his mouth firmly over a quivering, naked bust.
"Oh, that feels SO good," she cried, running her fingers down his spine. She jerked her breast away from his face.
"Let me see your penis," she sighed. Mark jerked the towel off of his lap.
"Oh, you're so big," she murmured, reaching into his crotch. Mark inhaled sharply as she curled her fingers tightly around the hardened shaft of , his erect cock. He ground his buttocks into the softness of the mattress, groaning softly
"Please," he said, his voice filled with lust. "You'll make it come-"
Jennie answered by jerking her hand out of his crotch. She stood up and slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties.
Mark eye's were fixed on her hands as she slid the undergarments down her thighs.
"I want to fuck you right now," he cried, seeing her naked cunt.
Jennie threw herself down on the bed. She pressed her shoulderblades into the softness of the mattress, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide apart.
Mark crawled on all fours and positioned himself between her spreadeagled limbs.
"Take me," groaned Jennie, grinding her buttocks into the sheet.
Mark planted his palms firmly on either side of her naked form. He thrust his crotch forward, the swollen head of his cock ramming into the red, wet Ups of Jennie's cunt.
"Here. I'll help you," she gasped. She lifted her head and shoulders up and reached for his naked crotch. She seized the shaft of his penis, careful not to let her impassioned fingers brush against the head of his cock. Mark moved forward. She inserted the swollen head of his prick into her swelling, juicing pussy slit.
"Feel good," she cooed, the penis head just inside her cunthole.
"Yes, yes," gasped Mark. She thrust her crotch towards him. Mark cried out with passion as the hardened shaft of his prick slid deep into her pussy. The walls of her cunt rubbed against the thick shaft of his cock. He could hardly believe that he was fucking a woman for real.
"Come here, baby," grunted Jennie. She reached up and clasped her hands firmly against the rough, taut skin of his back.
CHAPTER FOUR
She pulled him down to her writhing body. He gasped as her long, hardened nipples dug into the muscled skin of his torso. She bit his chin, then clamped her mouth tightly over his Ups.
Mark darted his tongue forward and slid the hot, wet, meat into her mouth. She closed her Ups tightly over his invading tongue. She ground her crotch tightly against his.
Mark felt semen rushing up into the base of the shaft of his prick. He began pumping his prick wildly in and out of the throbbing, juicing hole of her pussy.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I can't hold it," he gasped.
Jennie felt his prick begin to jerk violently inside her. She dug her fingers tightly into his back as she felt the swollen head of his young cock slam against the quivering walls of her cunt. A moment later hot gobs of semen splashed into her pussy.
Mark jerked his prick out of her cunt and rolled over, his breath coming in deep heaves.
Jennie sat up slowly and gazed down at him.
"That was your first sex," she said softly.
"It was wonderful," Mark gasped. Jennie ran her fingertips along the stiff hairs covering his chest.
She bent over and again clamped her mouth tightly against his lips. Mark shot his tongue out and she sucked the hot, wet, meaty flesh into her mouth. She bent lower, letting her nipples brush against his chest. She saw out of the comer of her eye that his penis was quivering.
Mark reached up and clamped his hand firmly over a large, round breast. She murmured over his tongue as he tweaked her hardened, long red nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She twisted around and freed her tit of his grasp.
Mark jerked his face away from hers. Jennie laid back, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Do you know what makes a woman come," she purred, waving her upraised knees.
Mark stared silently into the exposed flesh of her pussy gash.
"No," he said haltingly, after a moment. His attempts to bring Bess to orgasm with his hands had proved to be unsuccessful.
"Here," said Jennie, raising herself up and propping herself up on her forearms. She spread her legs further apart.
"I'm going to give you a very important lesson," she said. "Look."
She gestured towards the meat of her cunt as she spoke. Mark bent his head forward, peering into her crotch. .His semi-erect cock quivered in his naked crotch.
Jennie pressed her fingers to the wrinkled folds of skin just below her pelt of curly-brown pubic hairs. She pulled aside the folds of flesh.
"This is a woman's clitoris," she said. Mark stared down at her love-bud as she spoke. "This is what you work to make a woman come."
"I didn't-" Mark began.
"Put your finger on it," Jennie interrupted.
Mark reached out a cautious hand and delicately placed his finger over her hardened love bud. She groaned, and ground her naked buttocks into the sheet.
Mark jerked his hand away swiftly. "I didn't hurt you, did I," he whispered, a worried look crossing his handsome young face.
Jennie laughed. "No, no, it just felt so good, that's all. Touch me again." Mark reached out and again pressed his finger onto her clit.
"Ok," gasped Jennie, "that's enough for now." Mark's penis sprang up fully erect.
"Have you ever engaged in oral sex," asked Jennie.
"You mean with my mouth?" Mark looked perplexed. He'd suggested use of their mouths to Bess, but she wasn't at all fond of the idea.
"Yes." Jennie reached out and squeezed the hardened shaft of his cock. Mark shuddered, his passions boiling up at the feel of her hot fingers on his prick.
"Lay down, Mark," said Jennie hoarsely. Mark stretched himself out on the bed.
Jennie bent over his crotch. She gripped the base of the shaft of his cock between her fingers. She stuck out her tongue and licked off the tiny drop of come that had formed in the tiny slit in the penis's tip. Then she closed her lips over the cock's swollen head.
"Oh, god," gasped Mark, his body trembling.
She bent lower, sliding the shaft of his cock into her mouth. Mark thrust his arms out wide on either side of his shuddering, passion wracked frame. Jennie grazed the taut skin of his prick with her teeth, then sucked hard on the stiff male member.
Mark cried out with passion as his prick tasted the pleasures of a woman's mouth for the first time. He thrust his buttocks upwards, ramming the swollen head of his prick against the roof of the older woman's mouth.
Jennie felt waves of pure animal lust roll over her as she tasted the male flesh pressing against her tongue. She sucked on the skin of the prick, and felt it begin to jerk violently inside her. Seconds later, she felt hot gobs of semen fill her mouth.
Mark shuddered as she jerked her face away from his crotch. She sat up and lay back.
"That," he began, then fell silent, struggling to normalize his breathing
"Now I want you to eat me," said Jennie passionately.
She pressed her shoulderblades into the sheet. With a shake of her buttocks, she spread her legs wide apart. Mark rolled over so that he was lying on his stomach and slid between her spreadeagled limbs.
He stared at the pussy flesh just inches from his face, then turned a questioning look to Jennie.
"I'll tell you what to do," she said softly. She had to keep reminding herself that the boy was still virginal, and couldn't perform like an older, more experienced man.
"First, press your lips to my pussy." Mark thrust his face into her crotch, the smell of her cunt exhilarating him.
"Now just suck on it, play around with your tongue."
Mark needed no training for this. He sucked gobs of the hot, wet, wrinkled pussy flesh into his mouth, then darted his tongue into her throbbing, juicing cunthole.
Mark reached up and dug his fingers into her sides. He pressed the tip of his tongue roughly into the flesh of her twat.
"Slide your hands under my ass." Mark jerked his hands away from her sides and slid his hot, horny palms under the rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
"Now stick your tongue where I showed you before," Jennie gasped. The feel of his young mouth on her made her gasp loudly with lust. She felt like she was on fire.
Mark pressed the tip of his tongue to the wrinkled folds of flesh in which her clit lay hidden. He poked around, but was unable to find the tiny, hardened love bud.
"I'll help you," gasped Jennie. She lifted her head and shoulders up off the surface of the mattress and shot her hand into her crotch. I Mark moved his face downwards.
Jennie pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit.
"Here," she grunted.
Mark rammed his tongue right down onto her clit. She jerked her hand out of her crotch and lay back.
"That's it, you've got it," she groaned, pressing the back of her head into the sheets.
Mark began massaging the tiny love bud with the wet, meaty flesh of his tongue.
"Put two fingers into my hole!"
Mark reached into her crotch and cautiously shoved two fingers into the quivering, juicing orifice. Jennie thrust her" buttocks towards him, groaning louder.
"Harder! harder!" she cried, grinding her crotch against his face.
He poked his tongue hard against her clit.
Jennie lay back, shuddering and sighing softly.
He felt the walls of her cunt begin to ; contract and suck at his probing fingers. The contractions became more violent. Jennie's sighs became louder, her body trembling ..
He felt the suction on his fingers grow I,. strong, then felt the cunt lips swell wide against his mouth. Jennie let out a long, low ; wail of animal passion and jerked her crotch away from his face.
Mark sat up quickly. She lifted her leg and swung it over him, then lay flat on her back, gasping for breath.
"Did I do ok," asked Mark anxiously.
"That, was, just, great!" Jennie gasped. "You've really learned quickly-now that girlfriend of yours will really have something to shout about."
She saw that his prick was again fully erect.
"Fuck me some more," she said, her voice a passionate whisper.
Mark threw himself on top of her and rammed the head of his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy.
"Wait," said Jennie. "Let's try another position." Mark crawled out from between her legs.
She turned over and raised herself up on all fours.
"This one is going to be a bit difficult," she said, spreading her backturned thighs wide apart. "But it can really make a woman feel good."
Mark planted his knees between her backturned, outspread legs.
"Reach under my ass," grunted Jennie. Mark stared for a moment, then saw the flash of cunt meat hanging between her thighs. She thrust her buttocks towards him, and he reached out and seized the flash of cunt meat.
Jennie groaned loudly and swung her naked hips from side to side. Mark pushed his hand and shoved his fingers into what he could grab of her cunthole.
"Oh, oh, " gasped Jennie, "now use your prick!"
Mark thrust the head of his cock towards the bit of pussy flesh. He missed completely, the shaft of his penis sliding between her backturned thighs.
"I told you it would be difficult," said Jennie softly.
She twisted herself to one side and reached an arm behind her. Mark moved forward and she clutched the hardened shaft of his erect cock.
Jennie felt her shoulder muscles straining as she reached behind her. "Move closer," she gasped, thrusting her buttocks towards Mark. He slid on his knees, breathing hard.
She gasped with relief as she-found her cunthole with the swollen head of his prick.
Mark thrust his hips forward, burying his prick deep into the moist, throbbing flesh. He bent forward and clasped his hands firmly against her bare sides.
"That's good! That's right!" grunted Jennie, feeling herself fill with his stiff, hard prick.
His prick hairs scratched against the supple skin of the cheeks of her ass. She rocked slowly back and forth as Mark slid his hands along her flesh. He put them under her round breasts.
"Oh, it's great," he gasped. Her long, hardened nipples dug into his sweaty palms. He was filled with the brand-new sensation of his erection being embedded in moist pussy flesh. He watched her body quiver through an ecstatic haze.
"Put your fingers where I showed you, where you put your tongue," said Jennie.
Mark slid his hands down the smooth, white plain of her torso. He cried out as his fingers pressed into the curly brown hairs covering her cunt. Jennie shoved herself forward and his fingers slipped into the moist, wrinkled folds of her cunt flesh.
"No. There." Jennie twisted herself around, helping him to position his fingertips over the tiny flap of skin covering her clit.
Mark found her love button. She began to tremble electrically as he scissored the hardened pleasure organ between his fingers. He felt the walls of her cunt begin to contract, gripping his invading penis tightly. His groin tingled, semen rushing into the base of the shaft of his prick.
"I'm going to come," he grunted, pumping his prick rapidly in and out of her pulsating pussy.
"It's all right," moaned Jennie. Her voice trailed off into a passionate sigh.
With a grunt, Mark slammed his cock deep into her cunt, the swollen head hitting against the quivering back wall. He kept his fingers gripped tightly onto her clit.
Jennie felt the penis shaft jerk violently against the red-hot meat of her snatch. Her orgasm mounted rapidly from crest to crest and she trembled with ever-increasing violence. Finally, she tilted back her head and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
The sound sent the come spewing out of Mark's prick. With a heavy sigh, he pressed his bare crotch tightly against her buttocks as his prick jerked out its load of semen.
Jennie sank down to the surface of the bed, gasping. Mark lay on top of her. He felt his prick become semi-soft inside her, and slowly pulled himself off the graceful curves of her naked back.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Carr," he gasped, stretching out on the bed.
Jennie raised her head up slowly. She started as she saw the bedroom window fully open, then chided herself for being so nervous.
"It's simply not possible for anyone to be watching us," she thought.
Mark did not notice her interlude with the open window. He lay with the back of his head pressed into the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. He was covered with sweat. His passions diminished. He began to feel a bit of fearful guilt at the encounter.
Jennie flipped over and sat up. She curled her arm around the boy's naked shoulders.
"Wasn't it beautiful," she said softly.
"Yes, yes," said Mark hesitantly. He stared silently at her for a long moment.
"But I don't understand," he said slowly. He gazed into her eyes, hoping she wouldn't be offended by what he had to say.
"What don't you understand," she replied quietly.
"Well, you're older, and married-not that I'm trying to say you're old or anything," said Mark quickly.
Jennie laughed. "So you can't figure out why I seduced you?"
"Yes, that's it," said Mark. "I mean, it was great, and you're very sexy and all, but it somehow doesn't make sense."
Jennie paused before answering. She hated to admit it to herself, but the encounter didn't make any sense to her, either. All she knew was that she was seized by a sudden urge that was the product of an un-happy sex life, and that she had followed the dictates of the urge. But she felt she had to give Mark a better explanation.
"You just looked so sexy out there," she said, adding an elaborately sexual note to her voice. "I don't know what it was, but, well, here we are."
She had gotten his male ego. Mark grinned at her, obviously more than pleased to accept her flimsy explanation. She seemed quite young, quite beautiful to him. Her breasts sagged somewhat, but not as much as the women he'd read about in paperback best sellers. At that point he was ready to accept her as one of his peers.
Jennie glanced into his crotch. She saw that his penis was inching slowly towards yet another erection.
"Now why the fuck can't Greg get it together like that," she thought. The sight sent a sharp pang of lust through her loins.
"You have such a nice penis," she said, reaching into his naked lap. Mark inhaled sharply and spread his legs apart. She gingerly took the shaft of his beautiful, rock-hard prick between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed the wrinkled, male flesh hard.
"You're hands feel so soft," Mark murmured. He leaned back, propping himself up on his forearms.
Jennie squeezed his limp member tightly, then slid her fingers up the shaft until she was touching the cock's head.
"This is a lot like a woman's clit," she said, rubbing a fingertip on the sensitive underside of the head.
A sharp pang of lust ripped through Mark. He tightened his grip around her bare waist, pressing his fingers into her soft, supple skin. His penis sprang up, jerking itself free of Jennie's grasp as it shot up fully erect.
"Mmm, let me kiss it," cooed Jennie. She bent forward and curled her lush lips around the swollen head. Mark jerked his arm away from her waist and lay back.
She slid the shaft into the hot wetness of her mouth, crouched over his naked thighs as though she was feasting on his prick. Her head bobbed up and down as she slid her mouth over the taut, male skin.
Mrs. Lucy Johns sat naked on her bed, her hand buried deep in her crotch. She kneaded the wrinkled skin of her cunt roughly. Her other hand was gripped tightly around the barrel of a large, powerful telescope, her eye pressed to the plastic eyepiece around the viewing lens.
"I don't believe it," she thought, "I just don't!"
She was treating herself to the best show she'd seen in months. She bent closer, gripping the barrel of the telescope so tightly her knuckles began to turn white.
"She isn't!" She watched with amazed glee as Jennie continued to massage Mark's prick with her mouth. She'd 'tuned in' on the encounter about half-way through, when Mark was climaxing into Jennie's crouched-over form.
Inspection of the interior of the Carr house was part of her daily routine.
The telescope had been purchased for her son, now away at preparatory school. She found she had much more use for it than he ever could have imagined.
"Who would want to look at stars when all this is going on," she thought excitedly.
She thrust her fingers deeply into her cunthole. She lay back, jerking her face away from the telescope. Then she sat up sharply, jerking her hand out of her cunt.
"That's for later," she though gleefully. She didn't want to miss a thing. She wished the device was equipped with some sort of long-range sound detector so that she could hear what the strange couple was saying. She saw Mark's mouth moving, saw his eyes glaze over with lust.
Jennie raised her head up out of his crotch. Lucy Johns watched with rapt attention as she ran her fingers along his bare sides. She squirmed as she sat at the edge of the bed, anxious to get a look at the young man's erect cock.
"Oh, he is something, I don't blame the poor woman in the least!" She rammed her face against the eyepiece, almost knocking the telescope to the floor.
Mark had stood up on the bed, his penis swinging from side to side. It was she thought, about the largest male member she'd ever seen. She frowned as she thought of her husband's cock. Although thick enough to 'do the job', it was rather short. She spread her legs wide apart, and thrust three fingers into her cunthole.
"It must go all the way back," she thought, gasping as she dug for the back wall of her horny pussy. She watched breathless as the little passion play being enacted in the lens of her telescope proceeded.
Jennie kissed the swollen head of Mark's big dick. She reached up and pressed her hands tightly into his bare waist, shoving her face towards his crotch.
Lucy saw Mark's lips move rapidly. Jennie jerked her face away from his crotch, and lay back on the bed. Mark dropped to his knees. Jennie spread her beautiful upraised legs. Mark planted himself between her thighs. Jennie lifted her feet up off the mattress, spreading her legs into a flesh vee with her pussy as the apex.
"My!" thought Lucy, the hard plastic pressing into her eye socket, "Aren't we the performer, though." She couldn't help admiring the way Jennie raised her legs high and grasped her ankles, bending her body into a bow-shape.
"'And she does seem to have him trained," her lusting thoughts continued. Mark was shoving his face into her twat. Lucy rubbed the tip of her tongue over her lush lips. She could almost feel the young man's tongue entering her own flesh.
Mark rammed his shoulders against the backs of Jennie's thighs. She groaned loudly. Lucy saw her press the back of her head into the mattress, saw her mouth open wide.
She needed no special devices to hear her cry of passion.
Her lusts boiled over, and she imagined herself stretched out on the bed before the teenaged boy.
She turned her face away from the telescope.
"I can't stand it," she said aloud. "Yes I can!" she eagerly pressed her eye to the lens again.
Jennie was trembling. Mark's hands were pressed firmly into her breasts. Lucy watched as he jerked his hands away from her torso, and thrust one hand into Jennie's crotch.
"The fingers!"
She thought she could feel her own bed shaking as she watched the mattress of Jennie's bed rock up and down from their passionate exertions. Mark jerked his face away from the older woman's pussy, and lay back. A sharp stab of lust tore through Lucy's naked form as she watched him wipe Jennie's come off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Well, there's my next achievement," she thought ruefully. Jennie had unknowingly added a new twist to their status-symbol rivalry. She started to rack her brains for an excuse to lure the young man over to her house. She decided to concentrate her attentions on the scene in her telescope.
"Definitely," she thought, "I must have a taste!"
Jennie lowered her legs slowly to the sweat-and come stained sheet. She flipped over so that she was lying on her stomach, her large, round breasts crushing into the sheets.
"Now what is this," thought Lucy. Her hand had worked its way back into her crotch.
Mark hovered over Jennie's back, a perplexed look on his handsome young face. Jennie wriggled her buttocks at him. She raised her hips off the bed, her head and shoulders still pressed into the sheets.
Mark planted himself right in between her backturned, outspread legs.
"Not there," thought Lucy, taken somewhat aback. It was apparent that Jennie wanted him to ram his cock into her asshole.
"Yes!"
Mark slid the hardened shaft of his penis into the crack of Jennie's ass.
"Ouch," thought Lucy, watching as Jennie picked up her head and grimaced with pain.
Mark stepped out from between her legs. Jennie rolled over, and slowly sat up. She grabbed at his prick as she got off the bed, then quickly dashed out of the room.
Lucy felt as though she was now alone with the young man. She grinned as he gripped his cock, then jerked his hand away quickly. She saw him pacing around the room, apparently seized with a restless lust.
"Poor thing just can't wait for her," she giggled. "This is going to be good!"
Jennie walked back into the bedroom minutes later. A small, white tube was clenched tightly in her fist. She unscrewed the cap of the tube as she sat down at the edge of the bed.
"Vaseline!" Lucy recognized the greenish jelly that Jennie was squeezing out of the tube. "Won't be long before you need it for your cunt, my dear," she thought.
Jennie rubbed the jelly over her fingers. Mark stepped up to the edge of the bed, planting himself between her legs. She bent over and brushed the hardened shaft of his cock with her lips, then leaned back and rubbed the jelly onto the hardened shaft of Mark's prick.
Mark climbed up on the bed, and dropped to his knees. Jennie swung her legs around, rolled over, and pressed her breasts into the sheet. She raised her buttocks as Lucy had seen her do a short while ago.
Mark slid on his knees between her backturned legs. Jennie, her head and shoulders pressed into the sheet, spread her arms out wide on either side of her.
He pressed his hands firmly against the cheeks of her ass. Lucy squirmed, grinding her buttocks into her bedspread; she could almost feel the touch of adolescent fingers on her own ass.
Mark thrust the lubricated shaft of his prick down the lining of wiry hairs covering the walls of Jennie's ass crack. She wriggled her buttocks around. He pressed the swollen head of his cock to her tender anus. Lucy could see what was happening by the changing expressions on their faces. Mark drew his features tightly together as his crotch advanced on the cheeks of Jennie's ass. This would indicate that he was slowly shoving his prick into her neighbor's anus. Jennie's face was a mask of delirious ecstasy.
Mark bent forward, gasping loudly, his young mouth opened wide. He pressed his hands into Jennie's bare sides and pressed his fingers tightly against her soft, supple skin. Lucy gasped and squeezed her cunt with the palm of her hand.
She saw their locked bodies moving in rhythm. Mark began to work his prick around in a slow, circular motion. Lucy was glad that the telescope was powerful. She could see enough for her to see his pubic hairs scratching against the cheeks of Jennie's ass.
Jennie's body began to tremble violently. The bed shook as she slowly mounted to orgasm. Lucy saw her lift her chin up, saw her lips move jerkily. Mark slid his hand under her bent-doubled frame and reach for the light-brown hairs covering Jennie's cunt.
Her own fingers pinched at the hot, wet flesh of her cunt. Lucy knew that that the young man's fingers were reaching for her neighbor's clit. She pressed her fingers into the folds of skin just below her pelt of wiry red pussy hairs, and slowly toyed with her organ of pleasure.
She now felt like she was part of the scene. Her passions rose quickly. She saw first Mark's, then Jennie's body, begin to tremble. Jennie thrust her buttocks towards the young man's crotch, jerking his hand out of her crotch.
Mark stiffened, straightening his back. His body jerked up and down as he shot come into the tender flesh of Jennie's penetrated anus. Jennie was jerking like a stroboscope.
Mark dropped back on his haunches, his semi-erect cock flopping out of Jennie's ass. Jennie lowered her waist slowly and lay on her stomach, panting.
Lucy could see her torso heaving, saw her buttocks still trembling. Mark twisted himself out from between her backturned legs and pressed his naked buttocks into the sheets.
Jennie got up slowly. She pressed the palms of her hands into the sheet, slowly peeling herself up off the bed.
"My, she does have beautiful breasts," thought Lucy, turning the barrel of the telescope slightly so that the lens was fixed on Jennie's hard, long, ruby red nipples. "And look! She's positively soaked with come!"
Mark walked slowly out of the room, Jennie trailing after him.
"Oh, well," thought Lucy, "Show's over." She .tapped the barrel of the long, black telescope, making it spin around away from her.
"Oh, I've just got to have some young cock for myself," she thought, stretching out on her bed.
She raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Gasping, she thrust her hand into her crotch and pressed her fingers tightly to the quivering skin of her aching pussy.
She closed her eyes tightly. Images of young men with huge, naked penises filled her mind. She poked aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit and rammed an impassioned fingertip over her hard, tiny love-bud.
Her climax mounted quickly. She thrust her free arm out wide, and clutched at the sheet. Pressing the back of her head into her mattress, she cried softly with passion as her cunt spewed lady-juice onto her hand.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jennie and Mark had no idea that their tryst was being spied on. They walked slowly into Jennie's bathroom.
"Why don't we shower together," said Jennie, stepping into her sunken tub.
Mark nodded a silent assent. He stepped into the tub and stood next to her. Jennie let her fingers brush against the firm, muscled flesh of his thighs as she turned on the water.
"Uh, I guess you want me to wash your back," said Mark. He stared at her intently as the water cascaded down her naked form.
"Right!" chirped Jennie, turning swiftly around. Mark picked up a bar of soap and thoroughly lathered his hands. Jennie shivered passionately as he pressed his soapy fingers into the wet, naked, curves of her back.
"Your skin feels so good," he murmured, working his hands down to the small of her back.
Jennie thrust her buttocks towards him. He slid his hands over the firm, rounded ass cheeks. She trembled violently at his touch. Mark slid his hands onto her hips. She spun around, making his fingers slip to her crotch.
"Oh, yes," she grunted. Mark had pushed his soapy fingers into her pussy slit. She reached forward and seized the shaft of his semi-erect prick.
"I don't know if," Mark began.
"I know," Jennie interrupted. "Wash my breasts." She yanked her fingers away from his prick, arching her back and thrusting her large, rounds globes of breast flesh forward.
Mark pressed his hands into the smooth, white plane of her stomach. He slid his fingers slowly up her torso, then rubbed the white, foamy soap in large rings around the base of each of her breasts. He drew his fingers slowly forward, then tweaked her long nipples between his wet thumb and forefinger.
Jennie shivered with passion. She darted her hand forth, pinched the softened head of his prick tightly, then darted her hand back. She stepped back, letting the shower water wash the soap off her body.
"Now I'll wash you," she said. Mark stepped under the shower and soaked himself thoroughly. She rubbed the soap into the soft skin of her hand and pressed her fingers tightly into his torso. Mark shuddered at her touch, his penis quiver as it hung between his well-muscled thighs.
Jennie rubbed the' soap hard into his stomach, then slowly worked her fingers down to the wiry hairs around the base of the shaft of his prick. She encircled the soft shaft of his penis, then let her wet fingertips brush along the wrinkled sac of his scrotum.
"See?" she said, "I told you."
His penis had sprung up, fully erect at her touch. He stared down dumbly at his re-awakened member, watching her fingers as she gingerly slid the soap over the shaft of his cock.
A flash of wild passion overtook him. She lifted her arms as he stepped towards her. She gasped as he wrapped his arms tightly around her naked body, and pressed her flesh to his torso.
Jennie staggered back and pressed her shoulderblades into the tiled bathroom wall. She bent her knees slightly, sliding her hand, down his lean side and grasping his wet, hard cock.
Mark knew instinctively what she wanted to do. He pressed against her, her nipples digging into his well muscled torso. He bent slightly. She shoved the head of his prick into her pussy slit and shoved her crotch downwards.
Mark thrust upwards. His wet prick slid easily into her pussy, the head ramming into the quivering back wall of her cunt.
"Oh, Mark!" she grunted, grinding her crotch tightly against his. Her back was pressed into the wet, tiled wall. His chest pressed into her boobs, his hands gripping her bare, wet sides tightly.
He reached for her cunt, as she had taught him to do.
"No, no," she grunted, brushing his hand away from her twat. The upward pressure of the shaft of his cock on the top of her cunt was quite sufficient to make her come.
He felt her cunt walls contract and begin to suck at his penis. He felt the semen rush into the base of the shaft of his prick.
"I think I'm going to come," he gasped, "I don't know if I can hold it." Jennie decided she wanted more of his cock, needed its presence in her pussy a little longer so that she could come.
"Listen carefully," she said, stilling the grinding motions of her hips.
Mark stood very still, his penis resting inside her cunthole.
"First take a very deep breath."
Mark's chest sunk as he gulped in air.
"Now tighten up your asshole." Mark stared at her, confused.
"You can do it, just concentrate and squeeze the cheeks of your ass together."
Mark found he could close his anus. He trembled slightly as his muscles worked to jam the cheeks of his ass tightly shut.
"Oh, you're fine now," said Jennie.
She began again to grind her crotch tightly against his.
Mark started slowly pumping his prick in and out of her pussy. He was somewhat surprised to find that the feeling of an on-coming orgasm was stilled by the contraction of his anus.
He dug his fingers into her supple sides and pressed hard against the soft sensuous flesh.
Jennie moaned loudly with pleasure.
She jerked her buttocks away from the wet wall. Mark slid his hands down her back and clamped his palms firmly over the rounded cheeks of her ass. He pressed her waist tightly against his crotch and began grinding his hips in a slow, circular motion.
Jennie felt her pleasure take off like fire as the head of his cock pressed into the walls of her cunt. She groaned loudly again, and dug her fingernails into the flesh of his back.
He felt the walls of her cunt throb violently and suck at his invading erection. The semen rose again to the base of the shaft of his cock. He quickly repeated the movements she'd just taught him, and felt the semen drop back down.
Jennie started panting hard. She jerked her torso up and down, rubbing her nipples wildly against the coarse hairs covering his chest. Then she leaned forward, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
"Oh, stop, come, I can't stand it," she cried out. Mark started pumping in and out with his prick wildly, working the wet, hardened shaft like a fleshy piston.
"Come! Come!" gasped Jennie, rubbing her shoulderblades against the wet, tiled, bathroom wall.
Mark felt the semen rise up in his cock again. His penis began to jerk violently inside her, then shoot forth great gobs of come.
Jennie sank slowly downwards as he withdrew his prick. She pressed her bare ass into the wet, slippery bottom of the tub, gasping.
Mark stepped out of the tub, staggered back, and plunked his buttocks on the cover of the toilet. He bent forward, his arms on his thighs. His chest heaved with his heavy breathing.
"That was just fantastic," said Jennie, stepping out of the tub.
Mark stood up slowly and wrapped her in a large, fluffy bath towel. She shivered as he pressed the terrycloth material into her breasts. "That feels good," she said, still panting.
"But enough's enough,"
"Yeah," Mark interjected with a heavy grunt. He pulled the towel off of her and began rubbing himself down.
He and Jennie walked slowly back into her bedroom.
"I guess that'll be all for today," he said, mumbling. His passions were gone. A slight tinge of guilt now colored his mood. He didn't know whether to feel exuberant or depressed about the affair.
"At least I'm not cherry anymore." The thought did a lot to console him. Jennie picked up her clothes and slowly started to dress. Mark dashed back into the bathroom and walked back into the room, fully dressed, as Jennie was snapping shut the clasp of her bra.
"Mark-" she began. He stared at her silently.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," she said softly. Mark turned and walked out of the room without replying.
Jennie watched him as he closed the door behind him, and sighed deeply. She knew she was foolish to seduce the young man, but took a certain girlish delight in knowing that she had 'broken him in'.
"Tomorrow's another day," she thought with a laugh. She went outside and sat down on her front porch.
Lucy was standing by her window as she dressed. She arched her shoulders back and pressed a bra to her pert tits. She saw Jennie slowly leaving the house and sit at her porch.
"I must go over there," she thought excitedly. She allowed herself a minute of giggling before she left her house.
"Hello, Lucy," Jennie called out, seeing her neighbor walk up the paved path leading to her house.
Jennie watched her as she stepped quickly up onto her porch.
"My dear, if only you knew," she thought.
"Hi," said Lucy with a broad, bright smile, "Just thought I'd drop by for a chat."
"And to see what we've bought lately, I'll bet," thought Jennie. She grinned at herself for the thought. She had visited Lucy any number of times for exactly the same reason.
Lucy plunked herself down in one of the ornate, metal chairs squatting on Jennie's porch.
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"Oh, it's such a beautiful day," she said, stretching out her long legs.
"Yes, we'd better enjoy the warm weather while we still have it," said Jennie. "Do you want some coffee?"
"Oh, that would be great," said Lucy with a smile. Jennie got up immediately and walked into the house. She surveyed the three-shelves full of coffee cups she had collected over the years.
"These," she thought. "No, they're too good for the porch. These." She picked out a pair of lavish-looking cups and plunked them down on the kitchen counter.
She prepared the coffee carelessly, barely managing to avoid scorching her percolator. She knew that Lucy would be more interested in the cups than in the coffee that filled them.
"I can't help admiring your beautiful lawn," said Lucy, as Jennie walked back out onto the porch.
Jennie was more than pleased by the remark.
"Thank you," she said, a bit too brightly. "I have the most wonderful help for it-a teen aged boy. He just started work this morning, and look at it."
"Ah-hah!" thought Lucy. "So that explains his presence-I knew Jennie would have too much class to make it with an errand boy, or some such."
"His name is Mark," Jennie continued. "He goes to high school somewhere around here."
"How old is he? That looks like a really professional job." Lucy gazed intently at the lawn. She wanted Jennie to think she was much more interested in grass than in the young man who took care of it.
"Mark's only sixteen," said Jennie. She gazed down into her coffee as she spoke. "He's been doing garden work for years-says he wants to be a Forest Ranger."
"Well, he's certainly got the right start," said Lucy. She gazed over the wall separating their properties and frowned at the ragged greenery covering her front yard.
"Would it be all right if I borrowed him for a while? I hope you don't mind, but a few more days of work like that, and my yard will start to make yours look bad."
Jennie was somewhat surprised at Lucy's acknowledgement of the superiority of her lawn. She took the question and accompanying comment as a direct compliment.
"I'm sure Mark won't mind making some extra money," she said. "I have him-"
"I'll bet you have him," thought Lucy, "You've got him good!"
"In the morning," Jennie continued. "He'll be free afternoons-at least until school starts."
"Yes, and by then all he'll have to do is rake leaves." Lucy smiled to herself.
"That kid is going to mow my lawn in more ways than one," she thought. She sipped at her coffee, fuming her head to one side so that Jennie would not see her lusting, conspiratorial smile.
They spent the balance of the afternoon in idle, gossipy chatter.
"Shit, shit, shit," muttered Greg. He pushed the pile of papers in front of him to one side and leaned back in his swivel chair.
He gazed around the office, saw that the other adjusters had their heads bent over their desks.
"Jeez," he thought with a grin, "they must think they're here to work, or something.
A glance at the ugly clock hanging on the pale-green office wall told him it was his usual time to go to lunch.
"Goody," he thought, flipping the pencil he was holding down onto the metal surface of the desk.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a stab of hominess tore through his crotch.
"Uh-oh," he thought, "where the hell did that come from?" He gazed at the picture of his wife, Jennie, sitting in a fake-gold frame at the edge of his desk.
"Not from there, that's for sure," his thoughts continued. He grimaced as he stepped away from the desk.
He stood in the doorway of the office for a moment. The heads were still bent over their desks, paying no attention to him at all.
"I wonder if it's too soon," he thought. "What the hell."
He walked back to his desk and picked up his office phone. He quickly dialed the three digits of the number of Beth Peter's phone.
"Ms. Peters," a sexy, high-pitched voice said into his ear. He grinned broadly, and unconsciously dropped his hand to his crotch.
His penis quivered under the fabric of his slacks.
"Damn, that voice of hers does it every time," he thought lustily.
"Hi, Beth baby," he said with a grin.
"Greg?"
"Who else?"
"Rack your brains-I'm sure you'll think of someone," she replied with a giggle..
"You're very cute today," he said, forcing a note of mock anger into his voice.
"Oooh, we're grouchy! Are your adjustments not adjusting?"
"All but one," he said, his grin spreading across his face.
"Which is that?"
"Now its your turn to guess."
"Oh, I can't possibly imagine," she replied. She knew why he had called, and felt her cunt lips moisten at the sound of his voice.
"Well, I guess I'll have to tell you about it over lunch." He gripped the receiver tightly, his lusts boiling crazily. A small voice in the back of his head was saying something about his lusts being caused by the boredom of his job. But he preferred to think that it was his extraordinary virility, and ignored the little voice.
"Oh, are you planning to eat lunch out?" Beth made an art out of being coy.
"Well, yes, I'd forgotten my brown bag this morning," said Greg.
"Oh, that's a shame. And a coincidence. I'd made this beautiful Tuna fish sandwich this morning, and just left it at home. My cats are probably eating it right now."
She phrased her last words deliberately. She knew that the first thought in Greg's mind was that he was going to eat her pussy, while her cats ate the sandwich. And she knew he was sophisticated enough to catch the pun in the word, 'tuna fish'.
"So you're sure they're eating your fish, huh?"
"Yes, the nasty, furry brutes."
"I guess you'll be going out then-unless you've started a sudden diet."
Greg grinned as he said this, knowing that she prided herself on her metabolism. She was one of the few people who could eat as much of anything as she wanted without ever showing a bit of fat.
"Wise-ass," she said, a tone of mock anger in her sexy voice. "I bet the next thing you're going to ask is if I would have lunch with you."
Greg affected a tone of surprise. "Wow! How did you guess? I was going to ask you just that."
"Bet you didn't know I had ESP," said Beth.
"Sure could have fooled me," said Greg.
"So how about meeting me out front in five minutes?" he asked.
"Five minutes it is," said Beth, and quickly hung up the phone.
Greg stepped slowly away from his desk. He started for the elevator, but decided to take the stairs instead. He grinned as he smelled the odor of burning marijuana upon entering the stairwell. Several white-shirted clerks stood around in a tight circle, passing a thick joint and ignoring him completely.
"Hall patrol's on duty today," he said to himself, and grinned broadly.
As he expected, Beth had not yet emerged from the glass-walled office building when he hit the street. He smiled, knowing that she was furiously preparing her appearance in one of the restrooms. He leaned back against the front wall of the building and gazed at the passers-by. x "Hi! Waiting for someone?" He turned his head and smiled broadly at the sound of Beth's voice. "Oh, no one in particular," he said lazily. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the wall.
"And aren't we the casual one!" Beth smiled seductively as she spoke.
"Oh, it's just a slow kind of day," said Greg, looking up at the cloudless sky.
"Well, let's slowly go and munch some lunch," said Beth, shaking her hips and staring into his eyes.
Greg maintained his casual pose. "Yeah, I guess I'm hungry." he made an elaborate yawn.
"You guess!" said Beth with a laugh. They walked a few blocks away to a little restaurant.
"Busy today," said Greg, through a mouthful of food.
"Nah-uh," said Beth, deliberately opening her mouth wide, imitating Greg's garbled speech.
"Neither am I" said Greg, deliberately taking a huge gulp of food into his mouth before he spoke.
"So you think we should take a long lunch-hour?" Beth darted the tip of her tongue out from between her lips as she spoke.
"Hmm, would be a good idea," said Greg, patting his mouth with a napkin.
They paid quickly and left for Beth's apartment.
"Think we should drink," said Beth as she opened her door.
"Don't think, drink," said Greg with a lusting smile.
He walked into her living room and plunked his ass down on her modem-styled couch. Beth darted into the kitchen.
"I'll be a couple of minutes," she said. She quickly poured two glasses full. She darted back into the living room with the glasses and set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"You get a head start," she said, "I'm going to get myself relaxed."
"Take your time, honey," Greg drawled. He slouched forward and stretched out his legs.
Beth walked quickly into her bedroom. She shut the door tightly behind her. She unbuttoned her blouse half-way down, and shoved her small hands under the opened garment. With a jerking motion of her shoulders, her fingers undid the clasp of her bra. She pulled it off her small gobs of breasts jutting straight out from the smooth plane of her torso, and tossed the bra down on the bed.
She buttoned up the blouse and reached up under the short skirt she was wearing. She tugged at her panty hose, pulling them down her long, sensuous legs. She sat back on the bed and kicked the undergarments off her feet.
She walked back into the living room, tugging at the hem of her skirt. Greg knew she had divested herself of her undergarments. He draped his arm over the backrest of the couch as she sat down. She leaned back against the backrest.
"You haven't started yet," she said with mock anger, looking down at Greg's glass.
"Oh, I figured I'd wait for you," he said casually. He brushed the tip of his fingers along the nape of her neck.
Beth picked up her glass and took a deep sip of the amber colored liquid. Greg emptied about a quarter of the contents of his glass with one noisy gulp.
"You know, you are a big slob," said Beth with a laugh. "You must've been raised in a tree."
"You're just saying that because of the way I swing," said Greg with a sly grin. He let his arm slip off the top of the couch and curl lazily around Beth's shoulders.
She leaned closer towards him. Greg peeped into her blouse and got a good look at her small, round tit. A sharp pang of lust ran through him.
Beth glanced down and saw a bulge rising out of the fabric of his slacks. She spread her legs apart, letting her knee rest against his leg. Greg dug his fingers tighter into her shoulder. She slid closer to him, letting her thigh rub against his.
Greg took another long sip and put down his glass with a decisive plunk. Beth drank also, and put her glass down next to Greg's.
"Anything in particular you'd like to talk about," she said, her voice soft and seductive.
"Hmm," said Greg, leaning towards her. She turned her head and he clamped his lips tightly over her mouth.
Beth parted her teeth and Greg slid his tongue into the hot wetness of her mouth. He pressed her to him, and curled his free arm around her waist. Beth closed her lips tightly over his tongue and sucked hard on the wet, hot flesh.
Greg pressed his fingers tightly into the fabric of her blouse and slid a hand up to her cloth-covered breast. He squeezed the swelling curve tightly, then slid his fingers over to the buttons of her blouse. Beth murmured sensually over the tongue in her mouth. She dug her fingers into hi? thigh, then slid her fingers up to the bulge forming in the crotch.
Greg ground his buttocks hard into the couch at the touch of her hand. The bulge quivered and rapidly began to grow. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse deftly, and slid his fingers into the opened slit.
Beth wrapped her tongue tightly around his and murmured again. His fingers slid over the smooth, creamy-white surface of her breast, pressing deeply into the pliant flesh. Inching, his fingers crept to her tiny pink nipple and pressed down hard on the stiff bud.
Beth slid her fingers over to the zipper of his fly. She jerked his fly open and thrust her fingers into the metal-rimmed slit. His penis under the cotton fabric of his briefs was quite hard to her touch.
Greg ground his lips against hers, pressing the tip of his tongue to the roof of her mouth. She shivered as he pressed his other hand firmly into the flesh of her thigh and slowly slid his powerful fingers up under the waist of her skirt.
Beth poked his tongue out of her mouth. She jerked her face away from his and leaned back, her fingers darting up to the tops of his slacks. Greg swiftly unbuttoned the other buttons of her blouse. She leaned back and he pulled the blouse out of the top of her skirt.
He cupped both his hands over her small globes of breasts. She unbuttoned the top button of his slacks and pulled the flaps of the garment aside.
"Stand up," she whispered passionately. Greg dropped his hands from her breasts and stood up in front of her. She slid over so that he was standing between her bare knees.
Beth pulled the slacks down his hard, hairy legs and let them drop to the floor around his ankles. She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on the huge bulge formed against the crotch of his white briefs.
"Lift up your arms," Greg gasped. She drew her hands quickly away from his crotch and lifted her arms high in the air.
He bent forward and pulled the blouse off her slender torso. He rubbed the tip of his tongue over his lips and stared hungrily at her naked boobs.
"Mmmm," he said, his voice hoarse with passion, "beautiful!"
Beth planted her hands firmly on his hips. She slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and pulled the garment down his thighs. His penis popped up fully erect, the head swollen and turning a deep pink.
A tiny drop of come appeared in the tiny slit in the penis's tip. She leaned forward and licked off the tiny bit of semen with the tip of her tongue. Greg groaned loudly, his naked hips and thighs shuddering.
Beth opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over the cock's swollen head. She planted the sweaty palms of her soft hands on his ass, and slowly slid her mouth over the hardened shaft of his prick.
Greg leaned forward and dug his fingers into the supple skin of her naked shoulders. She trembled at his touch, and gently grazed the taut skin of his cock with her teeth.
Her fingers pressed hard into the cheeks of his ass. She slowly pulled his ass cheeks apart, then slid her fingers down the walls of his ass crack. "Eat me, baby," Greg groaned, thrusting his crotch towards her face. "Eat me hard!"
Beth increased the pressure of her teeth against the hardened shaft of his cock. She pressed her fingers against the tender, sensitive flesh of his asshole and ran her tongue along the hardened vein running the length of the underside of the prick's shaft.
His penis began to quiver rapidly in her mouth. She rammed a finger tightly into his asshole.
"Owwww," Greg screamed, shaking his impaled buttocks. But he made no move to free his anus of her invading finger.
His passions burst open like artillery shells. He felt semen rush into the base of the shaft of his prick. Bending lower, he clutched her shoulders in a vise-like grip.
Beth felt his prick begin to jerk violently, slamming its swollen head against the roof of her mouth. She pressed her lips harder against its taut skin, then felt gobs of semen splash against the walls of her mouth. She jerked her mouth off his cock with a snap of her neck and leaned back against the couch.
Greg stepped back. He'd forgotten that his pants were bunched up around his ankles and that his briefs were wrapped around his legs. He stumbled, then fell sideways to the living room floor.
"Beth, you're just too good," he said, pressing his shoulders into the floor. He kicked his slacks off his ankles as he spoke, then jerked his briefs off and tossed them into a comer of the room.
Beth laughed. "Clown," she smiled, shaking her bare breasts at his face. Greg picked himself up off the floor, a silly grin spreading across his handsome face. "Honey, that just proves you're dynamite," he said. He stood before her, half dressed, the angled end of his necktie pointing like an arrow to his semierect prick.
"You look like a flasher, standing there like that," said Beth with a girlish giggle.
Greg lifted the tails of his shirt and shook his naked hips at her. He stuck out his tongue and twisted his face into a comical grimace.
"I always knew you were an old pervert," said Beth. She jumped off the couch and darted into her bedroom.
Greg grinned with lust as he watched her half naked form disappear out of the room. He quickly pulled off his necktie and jerked his shirt off his lean, hard torso.
His prick sprang up again, fully erect as he followed her into the bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
Beth threw herself down on her bed. She pressed her naked shoulderblades into the softness of her mattress and raised her legs high in the air. Her skirt dropped down to her stomach.
Greg threw himself down on the bed and shoved his head between her naked thighs. His shoulders pressed into the soft, supple flesh. She lowered her legs and curled them around his naked back.
She rubbed her heels along the rough, masculine skin of Greg's back. He pressed his lips to the moist, swelling meat of her cunt and sucked the wrinkled flesh into his mouth.
"Oh, Greg baby," Beth cooed, her body shivering with passion.
Greg reached up his arms and planted his hands over her naked breasts. She sighed loudly as her small, hardened nipples pressed into his hot, horny palms. Her breasts were small enough so that he could cup each of them entirely in his large, beefy hands.
Greg darted his tongue into her cunthole and pressed the tip to her quivering vaginal walls. The smell and taste of cunt flesh intoxicated him. His penis was pressed flat against the surface of the sheet, further inflaming his already-wild passions.
Beth pressed the insides of her thighs tightly against the sides of his head. He jerked his hands off of her breasts and pressed his fingers into the smooth plane of her torso. She shivered as he ran his hands down her sides. Grinding his lips tightly against her pussy meat, he pressed his tongue to the tight cuntflesh as the small woman groaned.
Beth jerked her buttocks up, slamming her pussy hairs into Greg's nose. He slid his hands under her ass, then pressed his fingers tightly into the firm, round, mounds of flesh.
"Use your fingers," Beth gasped, her body shaking as her passions mounted.
Greg thrust a hand into her crotch. The skin of her ass grazed tightly against the back of his hand as he pulled it out from under her ass cheek. He jerked his tongue out of her cunthole and rammed it at the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her pussy pelt.
He thrust two fingers into her cunthole and pressed hard against the tight fleshy walls.
"My asshole," Beth grunted, her soft voice now hoarse with lust.
Greg slowly extended the third finger of his cunt-probing hand and shoved it into her asshole.
"Oh, god," cried Beth, her voice filled with pain.
Greg quickly jerked his finger out of her ass.
"Put it back in," groaned Beth. Greg immediately replaced his finger.
He ran his tongue along the folds of cuntflesh hiding her clit. He found the tiny flap of skin covering the hardened love bud, and shoved it roughly aside.
"Right!" cried Beth shrilly.
He rammed the tip of his tongue tightly over the hard, quivering flesh. She began to tremble violently. Her cunt walls began to suck at his probing fingers and spew lady juice out onto his lips and chin.
Her asshole tightened around his finger in a crushing, vise-like grip. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit.
The suction increased, and Greg could feel her pussy throbbing with ever-increasing violence.
Beth's orgasm mounted past her point of tolerance. She lifted her head and shoulders up and stretched out her arms, planting her hands on Greg's shoulders and pushing his face away from her crotch. He pulled his head out from between her legs and sat up on the edge of the bed.
Beth lay flat out on the sheets, her breasts jouncing as her torso heaved. Her eyes were tightly shut as her orgasm subsided.
"Oh, wow, that was great," she gasped, lifting her head up. Greg stared at her naked form and grinned.
Beth sat up slowly, and glanced at the clock on a night table near the bed.
"Hey, it looks like lunch hour's almost up," she said.
Greg turned a disbelieving stare to the clock. "Shit, yeah," he muttered, "How'd the time go so fast?"
"Oh, I guess it just flew by," said Beth with a coy smile. "Think we should pack up and go back to the mill?"
"The fuck, no!" said Greg heartily.
"Why not," said Beth slyly. "We've gotten each other off."
"I'm not through with you yet, young lady," Greg intoned, making his voice sound like that of an old-time schoolteacher.
"What are you going to do to me, mister," said Beth, mocking the tone of a young schoolgirl.
"I'll show you, missy," Greg growled.
Beth pressed her shoulders into the surface of the mattress. She raised her knees, and spread her legs wide apart.
"Now just you stay there like that," said Greg. He slid between her spreadeagled limbs. Planting his palms on either side of her naked form, he raised himself up, butting the swollen head of his cock against the lips of her cunt.
"You look lost," said Beth with a grin.
She lifted her head and shoulders up and reached out a slender arm. She grasped the hardened shaft of his cock between her hot, horny fingers and rammed its swollen head against the flesh around her quivering pussy hole.
Greg thrust his buttocks forward and slid the shaft of his prick deep into the quivering flesh of her vagina.
She reached up and dug her fingers into his naked back. She pulled him down onto her quivering, naked flesh. He gasped as her nipples dug into the hairy plane of his chest.
"Kiss me," grunted Beth.
Greg planted his mouth over her lush, red lips. He parted his teeth and she slid her tongue deep into the hot, horny wetness past his teeth. He closed his teeth over the soft, wet, meaty flesh as he ground his crotch tightly against her.
Beth ran her fingers down the hard, roughened flesh of his back and planted her fingers firmly on the cheeks of his ass. She pulled his ass cheeks apart and rammed her fingers over the tender flesh of his anus.
Greg slid a hand between their locked-together bodies. He squeezed at the breast flesh pressed against his chest, and tried to slide his hand down the smooth plane of Beth's stomach. But their bodies were pressed too tightly together to allow his hand to move easily down the soft, supple flesh.
He jerked his hand away from her torso. Planting both hands into the sweat-and come stained sheet, he raised himself up, thrusting his naked crotch tighter against the swollen, quivering lips of Beth's cunt. She lifted her head up off the mattress as he began to slide his prick slowly in and out of her pussy slit.
"Look," she gasped.
He looked down and saw the come-soaked shaft of his prick slipping smoothly in and out of her juicing twat.
"Mmm, nice," he said, swinging his hips slightly from side to side as he thrust his prick back and forth like a fleshy piston.
He pressed a hand firmly into her stomach.
"Hey, take it easy," said Beth, "You'll make me lose my lunch!"
"Well, I'd hate to waste all that good food," said Greg. He lightened the pressure of his hand against her stomach.
Beth thrust her buttocks upwards. He pressed his fingers into the wiry hairs covering her pussy and slid his fingers to the hot, wet flesh atop her penetrated vagina.
His fingers tips found the protective sheath of skin covering her clit as if of their own accord. He poked aside the tiny flap of skin and scissored her hardened, quivering love bud between his fingers. She groaned loudly, writhing and grinding her buttocks into the sheet.
Greg felt a load of come creep into the shaft of his prick. He squeezed her tiny love bud hard, and felt the walls of her cunt begin to contract around the shaft of his cock.
"Come here," Beth gasped. She closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head into the mattress.
Greg slowly lowered himself down onto her quivering form. She wrapped her arms around his back. She felt his penis begin to jerk violently inside her, making her orgasm mount rapidly.
Her climax exploded. She opened her mouth wide and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
Greg felt her pussy walls grip his penetrating cock. He grunted heavily as his prick began its ejaculatory jumping around inside her, then groaned with sexual relief as hot gobs of semen splashed against her pussy walls.
Beth's body slowed its violent shuddering. She slid her buttocks back, making his still-jerking prick fall out of her cunt hole.
Greg lay on top of her gasping, then slowly rolled off her sweat-covered, naked form.
His breath came in deep heaves, his torso rising up and down like waves in a rough sea. Beth lay beside him gasping, her breasts shaking as her sexy torso heaved from the explosion of lust his prick had produced in her.
"Now that's what I call lunch," said Greg sitting up and crossing his legs.
"You mean 'funch' " said Beth, lifting her pretty head.
"What is that," said Greg. He reached out and ran his fingers along the flesh of her bare arm as he spoke.
"Fuck for lunch, silly," she said, trembling at his touch. "Haven't you ever heard of it?"
"It's a new one on me," said Greg, gradually increasing the pressure of his fingertips.
"Oh, everyone says it," said Beth with a false grimace. "It's one of the more popular-expressions in town."
Greg glanced at her clock.
"Talking about the town," he said, 'We're already late."
Beth sat up sharply.
"Oh, shit," she said. "I'm already in trouble for the other day. How about you?"
"Same," replied Greg glumly. "Old Mrs. Peterson's on my ass-has been for quite a while. Sometimes I just don't know what the woman wants from me."
"Maybe she wants this," said Beth, reaching over and grasping his softened prick.
Greg jerked his hips at her touch.
"If you keep that up, we'll never get back."
"Wouldn't that be wonderful," said Beth. She twisted herself around, then lay out on her stomach, pressing her naked tits into the sheet. She slid forward and thrust her head into Greg's crotch.
. He spread his legs apart. He leaned back and propped himself up on his forearms. Beth opened her mouth wide and sucked the wrinkled sac of his scrotum in between her sensuous lips.
"Easy now," said Greg, "those eggs can break."
Beth grazed her lips gently over the wrinkled scrotal flesh. She traced the egg shaped outlines of his testicles with the tip of her tongue, murmuring over the masculine flesh in her mouth. Then she let the balls drop out of her mouth and sucked his semi-erect member in.
His penis began to quiver as soon as it enter the sensual warmth hidden behind her lush lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and shoved her face forward.
She cradled his semi-erect prick in her tongue as she pressed her lips to the wiry hairs encircling the base of his prick's shaft. The penis quivered more and more and began to grow long and hard.
Greg murmured and bent forward, pressing his hands firmly into the graceful curves of her back.
His penis sprang up erect, ramming its head against the roof of her mouth. Beth jerked her face away from his crotch and sat up. Greg spread his legs wide apart, raising his knees and leaning back.
"Come sit in my lap!" he said passionately.
Beth raised her naked buttocks up and sat between his legs, pressing her bare feet into the mattress on either side of his naked, seated form.
Greg reached over and clasped his hands around her waist. He lifted her and she lowered her swollen cunt lips over the head of his cock.
She gently eased herself down until the head of Greg's prick was pushed against the back wall of her cunt. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his back.
Greg shifted himself around so that she was seated comfortably with his prick buried deep into the recesses of her female flesh. She ground her naked buttocks into the firm, I masculine flesh of his thighs, cooing softly. Greg shot up his hands and was groaning.
He wrapped his fingers around the small globes of her naked breasts, pressing tightly against the soft, supple skin. She twisted herself around , raising her knees and pressing the insides of her sensuous thighs against his lean, hard frame.
She bent her head forward, bumping her mouth against Greg's.
"Ouch!" he cried, "Be careful!"
She giggled, and again pressed her lips to his mouth. Greg shot his tongue forward, ramming the soft, meaty flesh against her teeth. She opened her mouth wide, pressing her nose against his.
Greg jerked his hands away from her breasts. He slid his fingers down her lean, supple sides, and planted his hands firmly on the outspread flesh of her hips.
"Oh, your hands feel so good," Beth grunted. She worked her hips around in a slow, circular motion, the head of his cock ramming tightly into the back wall of her cunt.
Greg slid his fingers with some difficult under the rounded cheeks of her ass. She squealed and wriggled at the touch.
"Ohh," she grunted again, grinding her pussy hairs into the hairy surface of Greg's crotch, "I think I know what old Peterson wants from you."
Greg had only half-heard her, his passions rising like fired as he jerked his prick up and down inside her pussy.
"What," he muttered, placing his hands firmly on the graceful curves of Beth's naked back. He pressed her breasts firmly against the flesh of his torso. He darted forth his head, aiming his lips at her mouth.
Beth playfully jerked her head away from his face.
"Let me answer you, silly," she said with a slight grunt. She started bouncing herself up and down the shaft of his prick as she spoke.
"What," Greg grunted again. Her body seemed to tingle electrically pressed against his impassioned flesh.
"She wants your big, hot prick!" Her comment woke Greg up. She was only joking with him, but had expressed a thought that had occurred to him several times.
"If you keep talking like that, you're going to make me go soft," he said with a grimace. "She must be at least fifty."
"Oh, it wouldn't be that bad," said Beth, "she's only forty-five. I peeked at her records--we personnel people have a way, you know."
"You sure do," said Greg with a grin. The he felt the semen start to rush up the shaft of his cock.
"Hey, stop talking! You're making me forget what I'm doing!"
Beth giggled and continued to grind her buttocks onto the base of the shaft of his cunt-embedded prick.
Her body began to shudder violently. Greg felt the walls of her cunt contract and begin to suck at his prick. He released the grip of his hands on her flesh and thrust his arms down in back of him, leaning back away from her seated, naked form.
Beth tossed her head back and wailed loudly with passion. Greg's prick began to ejaculate violently and shoot gobs of come into the quivering walls of her cunt.
Greg lay back and slid away from her, his prick now semi-soft and slipping out of her pussy slit.
Beth lay back slowly, gasping, her lithe body covered with sweat.
"That's it," she cried, jumping up from the bed. Greg glanced at the clock.
"Uh-oh," he groaned. They were both a half-hour late already. And they were both still naked, and covered with sweat.
"I've got to shower before I go back," said Beth.
"Yeah, me too," said Greg, slowly picking himself up off the surface of her mattress.
"Me first," cried Beth, dashing naked out of the bedroom.
Greg jumped off the bed and followed quickly behind her.
He got into the bathroom just as she was stepping into the tub.
"Maybe we'd better shower alone," she said as he pulled aside the shower curtain, "we never will get back. For real."
"Good," Greg murmured as she turned on the water and wetted her lithe, sensuous nudity.
He picked up a bar of soap and began rubbing lather onto her flesh. A few minutes later she was standing with one foot on the edge of the tub, the other planted on its wet, slippery bottom. Greg had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his prick buried deep in her cunt. Her nipples pressed tightly against the flesh of his torso as their come juices mixed with the unheeded water cascading out of the shower head.
A tired, satisfied Greg walked slowly back to his desk. The other people in his area looked Up as he entered at three o'clock, two hours late from his lunch. They smiled, and turned their faces back to their work.
The first thing Greg saw when he approached his desk was a note from his departmental supervisor, Mrs. Peterson. It called for his presence in her office at five o'clock the following afternoon.
"Oh, shit," he muttered, crumpling up the memo with anxious fingers. He began to wonder if he was about to be fired.
"No," he decided, "she'd have called me in right now for that." With a sigh, he turned his attention to the work for the day.
"Mark, I'm afraid you'll be alone here this morning." Jennie's voice held a note of regret as she spoke.
"Oh, that's o.k., Mrs. Carr," said Mark. Neither he nor she had made any reference to their tryst of the day before. But they both knew they would be at it again.
Mark felt a sudden sharp stab of lust. He didn't know whether to be glad or sorry that Jennie wouldn't be around.
"Shit," he thought, "at least I'll get some work done!"
He turned to her and smiled. "I know what's to be done today," he said.
"Fine!" Jennie replied. "I'll be going now."
She stepped off the porch and walked to her car. Mark heard her driving off as he walked into the tool shed.
His lusts were bothering him a lot as he bent his muscles over the lawnmower. He tried to work his passions off, but failed miserably.
He finished his work for the Carrs around noon. He put the lawnmower and other tools he'd used back in the shed, then slowly walked around to the front of the house. Mrs. Johns, Jennie's neighbor, was walking up the path.
"Good morning, Mrs. Johns," said Mark. He stared at her for a moment. He knew the woman casually, having lived all his life in the town. But today there was something distinctly different about her.
"Has Mrs. Carr talked to you about doing work for me?" she asked, smiling a bit too brightly.
"Yes, Mrs. Johns. I was going to call this evening-I sure could use the work."
"Fine," she said, her eyes flashing in a strange way, "Can you start tomorrow j afternoon?"
Mark thought for a moment about his hours. 'That'll be fine," he said with a grin.
"Good! Then I'll be expecting you around two-or earlier, if you can make it."
"Well, two sounds right," said Mark. She turned and walked away.
Mark climbed into his battered old Ford. A fresh pang of lust shot through him as he talked to Jennie's red-headed neighbor. He drove home, thinking hard about Bess.
He made a sandwich for himself and sat down at the kitchen table. He stared hard at the telephone hanging on the kitchen wall as he ate.
"Why the fuck not," he thought, plunking down the remains of the sandwich.
He picked up the phone and slowly dialed Bess' number.
"Hello?" the familiar, girlish voice made him become immediately erect.
"Hi, Bess?"
"Speaking. Oh, is it you?" Mark thought he could hear a note of laughter in her voice.
"Yes, it's me," he said. "Is this you?"
"I hope so, otherwise I would have been lying when I said 'speaking'."
"So how's work," said Bess. "Mrs. Carr seduce you yet?"
Mark almost dropped the receiver. He realized quickly enough that she was only joking.
"Yes, she did, as a matter-of-fact. We fucked all morning yesterday. She really showed me the ropes."
"Oh, that's wonderful," said Bess in a exaggerated tone of voice.
Mark grinned to himself. "It's true," he thought, "Nobody believes the truth!"
"Uh, Bess," he said slowly, suddenly feeling a strange embarrassment, "Are you-"
"Free tonight," she interrupted. "Yeah. Why?"
The question threw him off.
"Uh, well, I-" he began.
"Wanted to know if you could see me, huh?" she interrupted again.
"Yeah, how did you know?" he felt stupid as soon as he'd asked the all too obviously answered question.
"ESP, remember," said Bess. "I'll bet you want to try it again."
Her forwardness broke him of his embarrassed mood.
"Sounds like you want to try it again yourself," he said.
His erect penis was throbbing as it pressed against the fabric of his briefs.
"So why don't you be here around seven," she said, "my parents are still away, and we'll have the whole house to ourselves."
"Great!" said Greg. "I'll be there at seven sharp!" He hung up the phone and dashed quickly into his room to prepare himself for the evening.
Around six-thirty he climbed into his car and started driving quickly towards the town.
"Rubbers," he muttered to himself, "I must remember to bring some rubbers!"
He slowed as he passed a familiar drugstore.
"No! Not there!" he thought, and speeded up the car again. The druggist had known his family for years. He was afraid the man would promptly report his purchase to his parents. Worse, he'd probably gossip about it to his wife, and then, of course, the whole town would know that he and Bess were fucking.
He drove to the other end of town, where a new drugstore had just opened up. He pulled over to the curb, did a sloppy job of parking, and dashed into the store.
He was relieved to find that he was the only customer.
"Yes, young man. What can I do for you," said the druggist, a small, elderly looking man with large, thick wire-rimmed glasses.
Mark felt a sudden embarrassment overtake him. He stared at the little man, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Oh! Ah, uhm, a humph! hah," he said, flushing slightly.
"Plain or lubricated," said the little man dourly.
"Ah hum hah who?" asked Mark.
"They come with jelly on them or not," said the druggist.
"What comes," said Mark, flushing deeper.
"What you want to buy here," the druggist said.
Mark suddenly realized he didn't know the first thing about condoms.
He forced himself not to turn and walk out of the drugstore.
"Whi--which is better," he asked hesitantly.
"Old or young," said the druggist, a blank expression on his face.
"Who what," said Mark.
"The girl," said the druggist.
"Oh. Young." Mark all but stammered as he spoke. The druggist turned and rummaged around some shelves behind the counter. He threw down a box of condoms on the glass-covered countertop and muttered a price.
Mark almost forgot to pick up his change. He shove the box into his pocket and stuffed the bills the druggist handed them without once looking at them.
"Ga-good night," he muttered as he left. He promised himself never to do business at that drugstore again.
He slid behind the wheel of the car and started driving quickly to Bess' house.
The purchase had sent his young lusts soaring. The box of rubbers in the pocket of his tight jeans rubbed against his thigh. He was fully erect, and his penis pushed painfully against the crotch of his jeans.
"We're going to make it tonight," he muttered. "For damn, fucking sure!"
Bess was waiting for him on the porch when he pulled up in front of her house. He jumped out of the car as soon as he pulled up onto her parent's land.
"Don't block the driveway," she called out. Cursing, he climbed back-into the car and parked by the side of the road.
Then he jumped out of the car again and sprinted towards the waiting young girl.
For Jennie, it had been a rather strange day. She leaned back against the backrest of the passenger seat of the young mechanic's car. She slowly recounted to herself the events that led her up to this point.
First, the car had died when she was within a block of the service station. The young attendant calmed her down, and went with her to inspect the vehicle. The car was far from hopeless, but had to be left at the garage. Jennie was very angry at hearing this.
"How am I supposed to get home, young man," she asked firmly. "My house is over five miles away."
The attendant smiled broadly at her. There was just the barest hint of lust in his flashing, coal-black eyes.
"I'll drive you home, Mrs. Carr," he said. "By the way, my name is Ted."
Jennie was considerably mollified by his offer.
"That will be very nice," she said. She thought that the young man was eyeing her figure with a lusting eye, but decided it was only her imagination.
They drove down the streets. The young man stopped for a light, then turned and looked hard at her.
"Uh, there's something I have to get from my place," he said. "Do you mind if we stop there?"
"No, no, that'll be all right, I guess," said Jennie. She was rather annoyed at the delay, but felt she couldn't refuse.
She leaned back and studied the young man out of the comer of her eyes. He was tall, and wiry, with bright blond hair that she found most appealing. His lips were quite sensual. She stared at his fingers as he gripped the hard plastic of the car's steering wheel. She found herself wondering how his hands would feel on her naked flesh.
"No!" she told herself firmly, "not this one. Not again!"
The young man drove down an unpaved road and parked the car in front of a rickety-looking, one story wooden house.
"I'll just be a minute," he said as he opened the car door. "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
Jennie opened her mouth to refuse.
"Yes, I'd love to," 'she heard herself reply.
She followed behind him as he walked up to the front porch of the small house.
"We can have it right out here," he said, gesturing to a large, comfortable looking sofa stretched out along one wall of the porch.
She plunked herself down on the couch. It was much more comfortable than she had imagined. She stretched out her long legs and leaned back against the couches' backrest.
Ted came out a few minutes later, balancing two cups of coffee on a plain wooden tray.
"Here we go," he said, sitting close to her. She took one of the cups off the tray and sipped cautiously at the steaming-hot, black liquid.
Ted drank his coffee down into two large gulps. Jennie watched him with surprise.
"Aren't you going to bum your throat, like that," she asked. '
"No, ma'm," the garage attendant said, "I'm used to good, hot stuff." His eyes flashed lustily as he spoke.
"Could I" she thought, dropping her gaze to the crotch of his jeans. The familiar bulge was there, and quite large.
Before she could continue her thoughts, Ted slid over to her and pressed his leg against her knee.
"It's such a beautiful day," he said, gazing out over the woods around the house.
"Why, yes it is," said Jennie. The touch of his leg sent shivers up and down her graceful spine.
He leaned close , to her and draped his arm roughly around her shoulders.
"And you're a very beautiful woman," he whispered passionately. Jennie felt his hot breath on her ear. She pulled away from him, abashed at his self-certainty.
"Now just what are you saying!" she said, trying to add a scolding note to her voice.
"You're beautiful, that's what I'm saying," whispered Ted. He pulled her to him, and clamped his mouth firmly over her lips.
Jennie twisted herself around, trying to free herself of his grasp. He maintained his hold on her, neither tightening nor loosening his grip.
He kept his lips pressed tightly against hers.
"Oh, well," thought Jennie, her long-suppressed lusts boiling up again. She felt as she had when she was seducing Mark. Now it was she that was being seduced and she felt just as horny.
She relaxed, letting herself sink into his arms. She parted her teeth and Ted immediately slid the hot, wet, meaty flesh of his tongue into her mouth. She dropped her hands to his crotch as she closed her lips tightly over the mechanic's tongue.
Ted murmured into the sensuous recesses of her mouth as she gripped tightly the bulge formed by his erecting penis against the fabric of his jeans. She kneaded the blue denim fabric with impassioned fingers, gently grazing her teeth over Ted's probing tongue.
He jerked his tongue out of her mouth with a sharp snap.
"Hey, you want it bad, huh," she cooed softly as she traced the outline of his big, stiff cock.
"Yes," Jennie gasped, shivering with lust as she felt his cock quiver under its blue-denim cover.
"Good," he murmured, pressing his hands tightly into her sides.
Jennie started to get up.
"Where are you going," he said, his eyes filled with lust.
"Don't you want to go into the house," she said, her passions overflowing.
"It's really nice out here," replied Ted, curling his arms around her waist and pulling her back down to the couch.
"Well, I-" Jennie began, casting an anxious glance at the surrounding woodlands.
"It's all right," Ted interjected. "Nobody here but us chickens!"
"Well, okay, then," said Jennie, surrendering herself completely to the young mechanic.
She leaned back against the backrest of the couch. Ted pressed his lips against hers and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She arched her back and thrust her bosom forward as his rough-skinned fingers unbuttoned each button slowly.
She pressed her hands into his torso and pushed herself away from him.
"I can do a better job of that," she said. She yanked the tails of the blouse out of the top of the short skirt she was wearing, then pulled the blouse off her shoulders.
Ted stared at her bra-covered breasts intently. "You have nice, big boobs," he said with a leer.
Jennie felt a strange thrill run through her. It had been many years since anyone had told her that.
"Watch," she said, her voice hoarse with lust. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She spread her arms out wide on either side of her, the bra dropping to her lap.
Ted gasped at the sight of her large, round breasts. Her long, ruby red nipples were hard with passion. She thrust her breasts towards him as he bent his head to her naked chest.
"Oh, yes," she grunted, as he clamped his lips tightly over a round globe of female flesh. She gasped as he clasped his hands firmly onto her bare waist and began sucking furiously at her tit. He sucked the breast-flesh into his mouth, pressing the-tip of his tongue down hard on her hardened nipple. Jennie groaned and pressed her tit firmly against his face.
Ted slid a hand up under her skirt, pressing his fingers tightly into the supple, sensuous skin of her thigh. Jennie fumbled with the zipper of his fly. He thrust his hips forward, giving her a better grip on the zipper.
Jennie groaned softly as his fingers pressed the fabric of her panties and thrust her fingers into the fly slit.
"You must be very, very, big," she murmured, as Ted lifted his face from her breast.
"I'll show you," he murmured, darting his hand out from under her skirt. He slid back and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. Lifting his buttocks, he pulled the garments down his lean, hard legs.
"Here," said Jennie, gasping, "Let me." Before he could protest, she clamped her fingers into his waist and slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs.
She jerked the garment down his thighs, then jerked her head back sharply as his penis sprang forth, fully erect. It was quite thick, but of average length.
"Wow, so wide," she said, brushing her fingers along its hardened shaft.
She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on the prick's swollen head.
"Let's fuck," said Ted. Jennie jerked her face away from his crotch..
She twisted her self around and lay out on the couch. Ted knelt on the end of the couch, filling his eyes with the sight of her naked tits. He quickly pulled the tee shirt he was wearing up over his head, and tossed the garment carelessly aside.
"Oh, you're so strong," gasped Jennie, marveling at his well-muscled torso.
Ted said nothing. Grasping the hem of her skirt firmly, he threw it up over her naked stomach. Jennie lifted her buttocks and he pulled her panties roughly down her slender, sexy legs.
"Oh, yeah, nice pussy," he grunted, staring at her light-brown pelt of curly pubic hairs.
Jennie raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. He crawled on all fours between her spreadeagled limbs. The couch's surface was a bit too small for Jennie to stretch comfortably out on. She lifted one leg high, then rested her foot on the backrest of the couch. Ted draped himself over her naked form. He lifted his crotch slightly, pressing a hot, sweaty hand into a large, round breast.
"Guide me in," he grunted, his voice filled with a tone of animal passion. Jennie lifted her head and shoulders up off the horsehair stuffed couch and seized the thick shaft of his erect cock.
Ted thrust his hips forward. Jennie tucked the swollen head of his cock into her throbbing pussy slit. She jerked her hand off his prick when she felt the head slide in and cried out with passion.
Ted gripped his cock's shaft and worked the head slowly around the inside of her quivering pussy lips.
"Stick it in," moaned Jennie.
"Just a minute, lover," he grunted. He worked his cock head around the opening of her pussy orifice until he felt his cock head grow moist with her come. He jerked his hand away from his prick and clamped his fingers back onto her breast.
Jennie shoved her buttocks forward. He lunged with his hips, burying the shaft of his cock deep into her cunthole. She groaned and clasped her hands firmly into the rough, f masculine skin of his back, crushing his torso against her breasts.
"Oh, you're nice, you're nice," Jennie moaned, grinding her crotch tightly against his. She darted up her head and bit him on his powerful chin. Ted jerked his head away, then clamped his lips tightly over her mouth. Jennie' opened her mouth wide and Ted slid the hot meat of his tongue in, pressing the soft tip hard against the roof of her mouth.
Jennie writhed under his panting, sweaty form. She jerked her impaled twat upwards as he began to ram his cock in and out of the moist, quivering flesh.
Ted shoved his hand under his abdomen and pressed his fingers into her wiry weathered surface of the couch and groaned loudly.
He slid the hairy surface of his chest over her long, red nipples as he groped for the hot, wet flesh atop her impaled vagina. She shifted around, trying to position her cunt meat in the right place under his fingers.
Ted fumbled desperately, then finally found the protective sheath of skin covering her clit.
"Yeah, yeah, you've got it," gasped Jennie, her semi-nude form trembling.
Ted pressed his fingers firmly over her quivering love-bud. She continued to writhe and groan, burning with passion as his cock head rammed against the wet, fleshy walls of her cunt.
Her pussy began to suck at Ted's prick. He felt her flesh begin to tremble. The feel of her cunt walls rubbing against the hardened shaft of his cock sent his passions spinning wildly. He grunted as he felt the semen rushing into the base of the shaft of his prick, then lunged forward as his prick began its ejaculatory contractions.
Jennie felt the cock head vibrating against her cunt walls as her orgasm mounted. She felt the touch of his fingers on her clit grow hard, then almost painful.
"Take your hand away," she gasped, twisting her buttocks. Ted dropped his fingers from her clit. He snatched his hand out of her crotch and pressed his fingers roughly into a hard-nippled breast.
Jennie pressed the back of her head into the couch and let out a long, low wail of animal passion. She ground her shoulderblades into the couch and bucked her legs as she climaxed. Then she felt hot gobs of semen splashing against the walls of her cunt, felt the prick gradually cease its violent motions inside her.
Ted slowly raised himself up off the couch and stood, naked on the porch. He bent forward slightly, his breath coming in deep heaves. Jennie lay, her skirt covering her bare stomach, her breasts jiggling furiously. "Wow, you're all right," he said, pressing his bare ass to the edge of the couch.
Jennie sat up slowly, lowering her upraised leg. Pressing her hands into the couch, she raised herself up and let her skirt drop back down to her thighs. She folded her arms over her breasts and leaned her shoulders against the backrest of the couch.
"You mechanics sure know how to run an engine," she said with a coy smile. She kept her eyes fixed on his naked cock.
"Bet your ass is just as nice," said Ted, leaning over and reaching out a hairy arm towards her.
"You'd win that bet," said Jennie with a grin. His comment had sent the thermometer of her lust rising up again.
She nudged him with a bare foot.
"Sit up and let me stretch out," she said. Ted stood up slowly. He planted his hands on his hips and grinned down at her as she stretched herself out, then flipped over and lay on her stomach. The coarse surface of the couch cover rubbed against her bare nipples, sending a sharp shiver of passion through her and making her buttocks tremble under the waist of her skirt.
Ted knelt down at the end of the couch and threw her skirt up over the small of her back.
"Hmm, nice ass, lady," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. Jennie cooed and wriggled her naked buttocks.
He planted both knees on the couch and planted his hands firmly on the cheeks of her ass. Jennie groaned softly at the touch.
He spread the cheeks of her ass apart and slid his fingers down her ass crack to the tender flesh of her anus. He pressed a finger into the pink, pinched together orifice. Jennie moaned softly. "You're tight," he said, "Looks like you'll need a wetting."
"So will you," Jennie cooed.
Ted slid his hands under her crotch and lifted her buttocks up. Jennie bent her legs and shoved her knees forward, so that she was lying with her buttocks up and her shoulders pressed into the opposite end of the couch.
Ted spread her ass cheeks apart and bent forward, placing his face to the crack of her ass.
"What're you doing," said Jennie, a virgin as far as analingus was concerned.
"Making you wet," said Ted. "You'll love it." He reached between her outspread, backturned thighs and clutched at the flash of cunt meat hanging between her legs. Jennie cooed softly, thrusting her buttocks towards his face.
Ted pressed his face tightly against-her ass crack. He spread her buttocks wide apart, then rammed the bridge of his nose into the crack. He extended his tongue and pressed the wet, hot, meaty flesh against the tender flesh of her anus.
"That's good, that's great," grunted Jennie. She ground her ass cheeks tightly against his face.
Ted pushed his tongue into her asshole and thoroughly wetted the quivering anal flesh. He jerked his face away from her buttocks.
"Okay," he said, "Now you're going to wet me."
He stepped off the couch and walked to where Jennie had her chin pressed into its rough surface.
She lowered her crotch back down onto the couch and turned her head to one side. Ted stepped forward and bent his knees, lowering his hardened prick to her sensuous mouth. She jerked her head forward and closed her lips tightly over the prick's swollen head. Greg moaned loudly and thrust his crotch towards her face.
Jennie twisted herself around so that she could stretch out her arms. She clamped her hands firmly over his hips and began sucking hungrily at his invading penis.
The cock head seemed to swell immensely in her mouth. She jerked her face away from the penis shaft just as the cock began to quiver violently.
"You're ready now," she gasped.
Ted stepped back onto the couch and knelt between her backturned legs. She raised her twat up again, her face pressing into the surface of the couch.
Ted slid forward on his knees and rammed his crotch against the cheeks of her ass. His prick slid down the lining of stiff hairs covering the walls of her ass crack, its head pushing into the tender anal orifice.
He pushed forward with a mighty thrust of his hips.
Jennie cried out loudly with pain.
"It's too tight," she groaned, "needs some lubricating."
Ted looked perplexed. He knelt, his cock head pressed against the flesh of her anxious asshole.
"I don't have any vaseline," he said glumly.
"No K-Y?"
"What's that?"
"Never mind. Uh, Crisco?"
"Yeah, I got some. Do you think it will work?"
"I know it will. Go get it right now." Jennie's voice held a note of command as she spoke. They were gradually changing roles, Jennie from submissive to dominant, Ted from dominant to submissive.
He jumped off the couch and dashed into the house. He emerged minutes later carrying a large, white and blue Crisco can.
He grimaced as he ripped off the can's top. "You want me just to put it on myself," he said.
"No," said Jennie. "First, put some over my anus."
"Your...? Oh, your asshole."
"Right, asshole," thought Jennie. She pressed her chin into the couch to suppress the giggle she felt bubbling up inside her.
Ted stuck his fingers into the slippery white substance and jerked a huge gob of the vegetable shortening out of the can.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart with one hand and shoved his fist down into her ass crack.
"Oh, that feels so good," sighed Jennie. He rubbed the Crisco firmly over the tender flesh of her asshole, turning its pink surface white.
"Now I put it on me," he asked.
"No, I put it on you," said Jennie. She was beginning to feel like she was a sex education teacher with this young man.
He stepped off the couch again. Jennie lowered her hips and lay on her side. She took the can from him and rubbed the white gel over her fingers.
"Step over here," she said, her voice definitely pedagogic.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She stretched out her arms and seized the erect shaft of his cock with her Crisco covered fingers. He moaned softly as she deftly coated the taut, male flesh with her fingers, pressing hard against the cock's quivering head.
"Hey, easy," gasped Ted, "You'll make me shoot it now."
"Well we don't want that," said Jennie. She applied one last dab of the Crisco to his penis and jerked her hands away from his crotch.
Ted knelt on the end of the couch again, between her backturned legs. Jennie raised her buttocks up. He pressed his crotch against her ass cheeks, the wiry hairs around the base of his prick scratching at the tender flesh of her supple buttocks.
He clasped his hands firmly onto her bare waist and thrust forward. This time, his cock pushed right into her asshole.
"Oww," Jennie wailed, lifting her head.
"You want me to take it out," gasped Ted. His voice clearly indicated that he did not wish to do so.
"No, no, it's good," grunted Jennie. The first stab of pain she'd felt at his insertion had faded quickly, to be replaced by a powerful feeling of anal lust.
"Stick it in slow," she murmured, swaying her buttocks. Ted began to grind his hips on a slow, circular motion, pressing the swollen head of his cock tightly against the walls of her anus. He slowly slid forward, burying the shaft of his prick deep into her anal cavity.
"Pump it," gasped Jennie. He slowly began to slide his prick up and down the walls of her asshole. She cried softly with pleasure as she felt the taut male skin rubbing against her anal walls.
Ted slid his hands under her naked twat and shoved two fingers into her cunt hole. She gasped sharply and thrust her buttocks towards his crotch, making his cock slide even deeper into her.
Ted groped around the wet, juicing walls of her cunt, then shoved his fingers up to the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her pelt of light-brown pussy curls.
He found the protective sheath of skin covering her clit quickly, and scissored her tiny love bud between the first two fingers of his rough-skinned, powerful hand.
Jennie's asshole immediately tightened around his invading penis. He felt the pressure on his male member, and began to slide his prick rapidly in and out of the now greasy inside of her asshole.
"Sock it to me, baby," Ted groaned, feeling semen rush up into his prick's shaft.
Jennie continued to wriggle her buttocks, gasping as her climax mounted.
She felt Ted's penis begin to jerk violently inside, then felt hot gobs of come splash against, the walls of her ass crack. Ted leaned hard against her, then rapidly jerked his prick out of her ass as his ejaculatory contractions subsided.
Jennie slumped down to the couch, gasping as her climax passed its peak.
"That's really great, lady," said Ted, standing up from the couch. He bent over and reached for his clothes.
"Can I go inside to wash up?" asked Jennie, feeling his semen running down the walls of her ass crack.
"No, ma'm, I'm afraid that's impossible." Jennie became angry.
"Why the fuck not," she said, raising her voice, "you've filled me up with your come!"
"I'd like to invite you in, but I just can't."
"And why, do tell?"
"My wife's inside," Ted replied sadly. "She's sleeping now. I'm afraid to get her all upset--she might lose the baby."
A disgusted Jennie ordered him to find her her panties.
Greg saw that it was almost five, time for his meeting with his supervisor, Mrs. Peterson. He awaited the meeting with dread. Although he didn't think he was going to be fired, he knew he was in for a royal chewing out.
"Hello Greg!" The voice made him turn his head sharply around.
"Oh, hi, Tom," he said, seeing his friend Tom Pol standing near his desk.
"You look kind of down," Tom said.
"Yeah-I've got a meeting with old Peterson--think she's going to give me a hard time."
"Well, you have been taking some rather long lunch hours," said Tom with a grin.
"Fuck you," muttered Greg. "I don't need humor at a time like this." Tom's grin grew wider. "Peterson isn't always as bad as you think-she just raises hell when she gets horny."
Greg didn't know too much about the older supervisor.
"Doesn't her husband do the job," he asked.
"Not any more-he's dead, had been for about four years when you signed on here."
"No shit," said Greg. "Her rocks are still bothering her, huh,?"
"You've got the picture, old buddy," said Tom with the same, shit-eating grin. He walked quickly away from Greg's desk.
Greg looked up at the wall clock with a sigh. It was exactly five o'clock. He figured that the time of the meeting was some sort of added punishment, making him stay later then he'd normally have to.
He picked himself slowly up from his desk and started walking to the elevator. He was alone in the up elevator, the emptiness adding to his encroaching depression.
Mrs. Peterson was leaning back in her chair when he walked into her office. She was a rather tall, older woman with dyed blond hair. Greg couldn't help noticing that her figure was quite intact; his stereotype of what a woman must be like at forty-five didn't seem to hold water as he scrutinized her seated form.
"Sit down, Mr. Carr," she said sternly.
Greg looked around and found a chair. He pulled it up to the side of her desk.
He was now able to see her legs. She was wearing a surprisingly short skirt and open-toed shoes. Somehow, he imagined that she would be wearing a long-waisted dress.
"You've been spending entirely too much time at your desk," she began.
Tom stared at her with a blank expression on his face. He was unable to come up with a single word of excuse, she gazed at him sternly, then continued.
"I hate to say this," she said, softening her tone of voice, "but your job here is in deep trouble."
Greg gasped inwardly. He continued to stare at her silently.
"You're a good worker, and we don't want to lose you," she continued, drumming her fingers against the edge of her desk. "But you simply have to spend more time at your work and less lunch time with Ms. Cole."
Greg started. "How did you know about that," he said, amazed.
"Well, it's pretty obvious the way you two walk out together," she said. A smile now crossed her thin lips. "And the way you were holding hands in the restaurant-"
"You have no right to spy on anyone outside of the office," Greg interrupted sharply. He was really afraid that Jennie would find out about the affair.
"Well, I saw you, because I eat lunch there a great deal," she said. "I deliberately clocked you-three hours is a lot of time to have fun in.
Tom glared at her angrily. He kept his mouth tightly shut to prevent the nasty, sarcastic reply bubbling up in him from escaping
"And I guess you've had a lot of fun in that time, am I correct?" Her smile broadened as she spoke.
"You've no right to inquire into-" Tom began.
"I have every right to dismiss a worker who isn't giving us the proper amount of time," she interrupted sharply. "Tell me a little bit about what the two of you do."
Tom trembled with rage. "I don't have to-" he began, raising his voice.
Mrs. Peterson raised her hand, silencing him abruptly.
"You don't have to continue working here," she interrupted again. Tom felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. He thought of the beautiful house, the car, and all the luxuries
'Jennie loved. He tightened his stomach and forced himself to compose a reply to her improper question.
"Well, we have sex," he said, hoping that that would satisfy her. But he knew, it wouldn't.
"What kind of sex?" her question sounded like a command.
"Well, the usual, coitus."
"What else?"
"Oral stuff, petting, that's about it."
"Positions?"
"Several." Greg felt more and more ridiculous. He couldn't quite figure out where her questions were leading.
"The subject of your staying away from your desk is quite serious," she said, startling Tom by the abrupt change in the direction of her questions.
Tom said nothing.
"We'll have to discuss it at my apartment now." She folded her hands together in a gesture of finality as she spoke.
"B, b, but," said Tom.
"You can call home and say you have a business meeting," she said firmly. "That's what it will be."
Tom dropped his gaze to the floor. He fought back an urge to tell her to fuck off and walk out on the job.
"Whenever you're ready to leave," he said.
"Fine. I'm leaving immediately." She stood up and stepped away from her desk.
She started walking for the door to her office. Tom notice the swell of her buttocks against the waist of her short skirt, saw that her thighs were smooth skinned and quite shapely.
"She's not all that bad," he thought. He picked himself up out of the chair and followed her out of the office.
Of course, Mrs. Peterson had her car waiting when she left the building. Tom stood by the side of the curb as she opened the door.
"Want me to drive," he said.
Mrs. Peterson smiled. "That would be nice," she said, stepping around the car's hood to the passenger side.
Tom slid behind the wheel and slammed the door shut. Mrs. Peterson gathered her skirt up and slid into the front.
Through the mirror over the dashboard Greg could see a flash of the nylon panty-material covering her crotch. He saw the insides of her thighs, a flash of smooth, supple white flesh.
"Not bad for an old gal," he thought, slowly pulling away from the curb.
Her directions were clear. They reached her apartment in about fifteen minutes and quickly pushed their way into the elaborate lobby.
"Twenty-three," said Mrs. Peterson. Greg noticed that she was breathing somewhat hard. He figured it . was from the exertion of going home.
The elevator shot up to the twenty-third floor. They stepped out into the carpeted hallway and walked several yards to the door of her apartment.
Greg was impressed by the simple but modem decor of the place.
"Sit down on the couch," said Mrs. Peterson, "I'll get us some coffee. Or would you like a drink?"
Greg figured that that was the best idea he'd heard all afternoon.
"A drink, please," he said.
Mrs. Peterson disappeared into the kitchen. She closed the door behind her, and turned on the water in the sink. Then she lifted the waist of her skirt and quickly drew off her underpants. She folded the undergarment and laid it down on the countertop running the length of the kitchen's back wall.
She quickly mixed two drinks and walked back into the living room.
"Here we go," she said, sitting down and pressing her shoulderblades into the backrest of the couch.
"I am going to take much shorter lunch hours," said Greg as he sipped at the good-tasting drink she'd prepared.
"Let's not talk about that now," said Mrs. Peterson. She lifted her glass and drained a third of its contents with one huge gulp.
Greg imitated her by drinking the same amount. The alcohol burned down his throat, then rose up in his brain. He began to feel lazily sensual and relaxed.
Mrs. Peterson was aware of the change in his mood.
"I'll get right down to it," she said, "I'd like you to perform a special service for me."
Tom stared at her puzzled.
"Put your hand up my dress," she said with finality.
"I, I don't know what-" Greg began.
She interrupted him by grasping his wrist and thrusting his hand up under the waist of her skirt.
Greg pressed his fingers into the firm, supple flesh of her thigh. A sharp pang of lust shot through him as he kneaded the sensuous flesh. He now knew what he had to do in order to keep his job.
"Might as well do it right," he thought. He pushed his fingers slowly up her thigh.
He gasped audibly as his fingers hit into the swelling, juicing lips of her cunt.
Mrs. Peterson gasped sharply, thrusting her twat against his probing hands.
"I think we'd better carry this meeting into the bedroom," she said, panting with lust.
Greg darted his hand out of her crotch. He stood up, and slowly started walking towards her bedroom.
Mrs. Peterson followed behind him. She threw open her bedroom door and stepped in.
Greg was a bit surprised to find that the room was as simply and modernly decorated as the living room. He always thought that a woman of her age would surround herself.
"Take off your clothes," she said, her voice filled with lust. She perched on the edge of her large, double bed.
Greg knew that this was his cue to do a striptease. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
Mrs. Peterson watched with hungry eyes as he pulled the garment off his shoulders.
"My, you have big muscles for an office worker," she said, rubbing the tip of her tongue along her lower lip.
Greg smiled lustily and said nothing. He let his hands drift to the tops of his slacks and unbuckled his belt with an elaborate gesture.
Mrs. Peterson leaned forward as he unzipped his fly and jerked open the tops of his slacks. Her face was lit up with lust, and she thrust a hand under the waist of her skirt.
Greg yanked his pants down his lean, muscled thighs. A huge bulge had formed in the crotch of his briefs. He could almost feel her penetrating gaze on his crotch.
Pressing his hands into his sides, he slid his fingers under the elastic waistband of the briefs. Slowly and temptingly, he pulled the undergarment down his lean, hard thighs.
His penis sprang forth, fully erect. Mrs. Peterson gasped.
"God, you're big," she said passionately. Greg stepped over to. the bed and position himself between her legs. She clasped her hands around his waist and bent forward, closing her lips tightly over the swollen head of his erect cock.
Greg sighed softly and jerked his prick into her mouth. She slid her slender legs around the cheeks of his ass and slid the cock into the hot, horny wetness of her mouth.
She darted forth her tongue and pressed its hot, meaty tip into the tiny slit in his cock's head. Greg groaned loudly and thrust his crotch towards his supervisor's face. She dug her fingertips into his firm ass cheeks and rubbed her tongue slowly around the slit of his cock head.
She jerked her face away from his crotch abruptly.
"Fuck me," she said, unbuttoning her plain white blouse.
Greg watched as she jerked the garment off her shoulders and tossed it off to the' opposite side of the bed. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
Greg inhaled sharply at the sight of her small breasts. They rose above the smooth, white plain of her torso like graceful, pink-tipped lumps.
"You're beautiful," he gasped. She lay back, then flipped over on her stomach.
Greg stepped up onto the bed and knelt down beside her. He unzipped the back of her skirt. She lifted her hips, and he slid the garment down the backs of her lean, supple thighs. She slid her knees forward and kicked the garment off her ankles.
Greg pressed his hands into her buttocks. She writhed and groaned at his touch. The quivering flesh beneath his hands sent a sharp stab of passion through his already inflamed loins.
Mrs. Peterson raised herself up on all fours. "Fuck me," she commanded.
Greg knelt between her outspread, back turned thighs and slid his hand under her buttocks, grabbing at the flash of cunt meat hanging between her legs. He slid two fingers into her cunthole.
"Use that prick," she said sharply. Her voice was heavy with desire.
Greg seized the shaft of his cock and pressed the head to the flash of cunt meat. He pushed the swollen penis head into her pussy slit. Mrs. Peterson groaned and thrust her buttocks at his naked crotch.
Greg bent forward as the hardened shaft of his cock slid deep into the quivering flesh of her cunt. He found her quite large, and had to swing his prick from side to side in order to touch each wall of her pussy. She groaned loudly and began rocking back and forth.
Greg leaned over the graceful curves of her back and seized her small breasts. He kneaded the soft, female flesh with his fingers, the tiny nipples pressing into his sweaty palms.
He slid his hands down the smooth plane of her torso and dug his fingers into the wiry hairs covering her cunt.
She sighed and moaned as his fingers dug into her wrinkled cunt meat.
"What a way to keep a job," thought Greg as he fumbled for her hardened clit.
Mrs. Peterson sighed softly, as if to herself as her pleasure mounted.
"Are you ready to try it again?"
Mark stared deeply into Bess' eyes as he spoke. She dropped her gaze to the formica surface of the coffee shop table.
"Yes, yes, I guess I'll have to," she murmured.
"You don't sound too happy about the idea," said Mark with a worried frown.
"Oh, I want to, and I'm horny," she said, "But I'm afraid it will hurt."
"I'll be as easy as possible," said Mark firmly.
Bess continued to stare down at the table. She drew her pretty features together as she thought it over.
"All right!" she said, jerking up her head and smiling brightly.
They quickly left.
Mark kept his gaze fixed on the road as they drove to Bess' house. Neither spoke, but stared out at the California night whizzing past the car.
"Any chance of us getting something to drink," said Bess finally.
Mark looked glum. "No, I don't think so," he said.
"Hey look!" Bess pointed excitedly to the shoulder they were approaching as she spoke.
The same two hitchhikers they'd picked up the day before were standing there, forlorn looks on their faces.
Mark pulled up onto the shoulder and stopped the car with a jerk.
"Still on the road, huh," he said as they approached the car. They seemed surprised and pleased that the couple was the same two that had picked them up earlier.
"Yup, afraid so," said one, grinning ruefully as he spoke.
They climbed into the car.
"We can take you to the highway, highway one-oh-one," said Mark. Their faces brightened up considerably.
"That's great!" one said, "We'll get a ride and make it to 'Frisco in no time."
"Ok, then," said Mark.
"Will you be wanting that certain favor," asked the smaller one.
Mark turned his head sharply around and grinned.
"Damn if I wasn't just about to ask you that," he said. He quickly turned down a side road.
Fifteen minutes later they were back on the highway. A bottle lay in its paper bag, leaning against Bess' dungaree covered thigh.
"Would you guys need any grass," asked the taller one.
Mark nodded his head sadly. "Yeah, but we're broke," he replied, figuring that they were offering to sell him some."
"Well, hell," said the smaller one. "We've got a lot more than we'll need-why don't we just lay a half lid on you!"
"That would be righteous!" said Bess brightly.
The hitchhiker fumbled around inside his pack and produced a plastic bag half-filled with dark green chunks of marijuana.
"For the ride, and thanks," he said, tossing the bag into the car's front seat.
Bess scooped up the bag and stuffed into the paper bag holding their bottle. They approached the shoulder of 101 quickly. The two hitchhikers got out. Mark could see them waving to the car as he drove off.
"Now those are two really decent dudes," he said to Bess.
"Yes," she replied. "There are a lot of really beautiful people hitchhiking all over the place. Most people don't want to pick them up, because of all the bullshit they see and hear on television. And two or three days on the road would make anybody look a real mess."
"Yeah," grunted Mark, "it's a real drag, the way they have to stand around on the shoulder in all kinds of lousy weather."
They drove up the drive way of Bess' house. Mark left the car in the driveway. This time, Bess didn't protest. He could see that she was as anxious to get on with the evening as he was.
They went slowly into her bedroom, and threw themselves down on her bed. Bess yanked the bottle out of the bag, uncapped it swiftly, and took a long, deep swig.
"Wow, you're a wino," said Mark with a laugh as he took the bottle from her small hand.
"Just trying to dull the pain," she giggled. She turned her attention to the grass the hitchhikers had given them.
They drank about half the bottle down and smoked several of the joints.
Bess abruptly pulled off her tee shirt and lay flat out on the bed. Mark threw himself down on top of her and began to unbutton the tops of her dungarees.
She lifted her buttocks and he drew the garment down her lean, supple thighs. Bess cooed softly as he slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and drew the undergarments down to her ankles.
"Let me undress you," she said, lifting her naked young body up off the surface of the mattress.
Mark spread his arms out wide as she pulled off his shirt. She brushed her fingertips along the muscled plane of his torso, then dropped her hands to the top of his jeans.
"I think it's going to be all right," she said, unbuckling his belt.
Mark said nothing. He fixed his gaze on her slender fingers as she pulled down his pants, then swiftly jerked his briefs down to his knees. His erect cock popped up, fully erect.
Bess knelt down, planted a hard kiss on the prick's swollen head, then jumped up onto the bed.
She pressed her naked shoulderblades into the softness of the mattress. She raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart.
"Aren't you going to help me," said Mark, producing one of the condoms he bought earlier.
They giggled together as she slipped the rubber over the hardened shaft of his prick.
Somehow, they knew that this time everything would work out right.
EPILOGUE
Mrs. Lucy Johns was beside herself with excitement. Mark would be over in less than a half an hour to 'take care of her lawn'.
"Oh, he'll take care of me good," she chortled. She dashed naked around her bedroom, hoping that everything would be ready for her planned seduction of the young man.
She dashed into the bathroom, and carefully smeared rouge around the tiny pink nipples of her breasts. Then she pulled a transparent, short nightgown over her head and slipped on a long, silk robe.
Mark hummed to himself as he drove over to the Johns house. His encounter with Bess had gone well, and they were now lovers. His prick began erect and poked at the fabric of the crotch of his jeans as he ruminated over the events of that wonderful evening.
Bess had seemed somewhat fearful as they prepared to make love.
"Let's wait a while," said Mark with a soft grin. His experience with Jennie had given him an understanding of a woman's needs, and he was proud that he could contain his lusts so easily.
Bess smiled and reached for the bottle the two friendly hitchhikers had bought for them.
"Think we need another sip of the old Mad Dog," she said,-deliberately affecting a southern drawl as she spoke.
"That's sounds fine to me," said Mark. He was hit with a sudden inspiration. He jerked the condom off the erect shaft of his cock.
"Are you giving up for the night," Bess asked, a note of disappointment in her young voice.
"Nope. Going to try something different," said Mark. "Take off your pants."
Bess flashed him a puzzled look as she pulled off her jeans. She jerked her panties off, then lay naked on the bed.
"What do you have in mind," she said.
Mark hovered over the naked teenaged girl, a huge grin spreading across his face.
"Do you mind if I use my mouth on you?"
Beth stared at him lustily.
"Sounds great," she said, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide apart.
Mark climbed up on the bed and slid between her spreadeagled limbs. Bess opened her legs wide, and Mark thrust his face into her naked crotch.
Bess sighed and groaned with pleasure as he sucked gobs of her wrinkled, wet pussy flesh into his mouth. He shoved his tongue into her cunthole, pressing hard against her virginal membrane.
"It hurts-a little," sighed Bess.
Mark jerked his face up out of her crotch.
"Put your face back," she cried, grinding her naked buttocks into the sheet.
Mark shoved his-face back into her cunt. He poked gently at her vaginal membrane. Bess cried with passion, not pain. Mark felt the membrane stretch and then weaken under the probing flesh of his tongue.
He clamped his lips over the wrinkled folds of skin just below her pelt of blond pussy hairs.
Bess cried with a new pleasure as he poked aside the protective sheath of skin covering her clit, then rammed his tongue hard over her extended organ of pleasure.
Moments later, her cunt walls began to contract and suck at his probing Ups and chin. Then she lifted her head and shoulders up and roughly pushed his head out of her crotch.
"I'm ready now," she gasped.
Mark gripped the steering wheel hard as he thought over the events of the night.
He spread two thick towels out on the bed. Bess pressed her naked buttocks to the terry cloth material, and spread her legs wide apart.
Mark crawled on all fours between her naked, outspread limbs. He planted the palms of his hands into the softness of the mattress, then rammed the swollen head of his cock against the wet, swelling lips of her cunt.
"Here. I'll help you," Bess grunted. She lifted her shoulders, reached down, and seized the thick shaft of his erect cock.
Gingerly, she inserted the swollen head into her pussy slit.
Mark pushed forward gently.
"It hurts," said Bess, "but don't stop. All the way, now."
Mark lunged forward. His cock head burst through the hymen, and shoved into the tight, throbbing walls of her cunt.
Bess pressed the back of her head into the mattress and let out a long, low wail of pain. Blood spurted from her impaled vagina, staining the towels beneath her a deep red.
"Easy, be still," she gasped.
Mark hovered over her, his penis buried half way in her cunt.
Bess felt the pain of her defloration subside, to be replaced by the pleasure of having a cock inside her for the first time.
"Now slide the rest of it in," she said with a whimper. Mark gently eased the shaft of his cock into her cunt.
When she reached up and pressed his naked torso to her breasts, he knew they had successfully achieved coitus.
A loudly, raucous car horn interrupted his thoughts. He swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding a car that was barreling up the road.
"Damn!" he thought with a rueful grin, "Better keep my mind off of sex."
He drove up to the driveway of Lucy John's house and parked the car in front of her garage. Lucy saw him approach from the bedroom window. She pulled her robe closed and dashed downstairs.
She reached her front door just as Mark rang the bell.
"Good morning. You're Mark, aren't you," she smiled.
"Yes, ma'm," said Mark, "You're Mrs.
Johns, correct?"
"That's me," she smiled. "Come on out back-I'll show you where we keep things.
Mark thought to himself that this was very much like his first day at Jennie's, then chided himself for the thought.
"Something like that can only happen once in a lifetime," he thought.
The afternoon passed like a normal day at work.
Mark finished the work assigned him and replaced the tools. He walked around to the front of the house.
"Wow, you work fast," smiled Mrs. Johns from the porch.
Mark grinned. "Yes, ma'm, best way to get things done."
"Come inside for a cup of coffee."
There was something strange about the way she was looking at him. Mark shrugged, the feeling off.
He finished his coffee and plunked his cup back into its saucer. Mrs. Johns polished off her coffee with one large gulp.
"Can you help me with something," she asked.
"Sure," smiled Mark.
"I want you to help me hang some curtains in my bedroom," she said, stepping away from the table.
Mark, suspecting nothing but some additional work, followed behind her.
He scratched his head, puzzled, as they entered the room.
"Seems like your curtains have already been hung, Mrs. Johns," he said.
"I know they have," she said, her voice now hoarse.
She pulled the flaps of her robe aside, revealing her nightgown-covered body.
"I don't need any help with my curtains," she said, throwing herself down on her large double bed.
Mark sighed inwardly, closed the door tightly and began pulling off his clothes.
Jennie was still angry that she had to drive home covered with the mechanic's come. And she was horny. Cursing herself for letting Mrs. Johns have Mark for the afternoon, she threw herself down on her bed and began to masturbate furiously.
The front doorbell rang, and she jumped off the bed, startled.
"Just a goddamn minute," she muttered, throwing a silk robe over her naked flesh.
She dashed down the stairs and threw the front door open wide. A tall teenaged boy was standing in the doorway.
"Uh, ma'm," he said, jerking his hat of his head, "My car broke down right outside. Can I come in and use the phone?"
Jennie stared at him for a minute. A mysterious smile crossed her face.
"Of course you can," she said. "I insist."
She closed the door tightly as the young man stepped into her living room.
"
Greg found a note from Mrs. Peterson when he returned from lunch. She asked him to stop by her office after five that day.
"Wonder if," he thought, scratching his head. He saw his work piled up on all four comers of his desk and pushed all thoughts of his supervisor out of his head.
Five o'clock found him in Mrs. Peterson's office.
"I would like to have another business meeting with you, Mr. Carr," she said, smiling seductively.
"Oh, no," thought Greg.
But he had no trouble becoming erect as they left for her apartment.
