Chapter 11

JUNIOR LEARNS HOW

like being lost at sea ... Lisa thought. A man and a woman, the sole survivors of the world, floating on a raft for eternity.

Floating ... that beautiful feeling of floating, being rocked in a steady pattern of sheer joy.

Lisa arched her back against the foamy material, gyrating her hips upward to encourage Junior's steady barrage of cock-to-cunt action.

Tony Mondor deserves a medal ... Lisa thought, watching him kneeling over the action. Since she did not have a medal handy, she beamed a smile at him, removing one hand from Junior's buttocks to give the more mature man's cock a quick and very appreciative squeeze. When it came to thrills via sex-Tony Mondor seemed to be making a career of it, always ready for the action. Tony was ever so thoughtful, she told herself. Rather than have Junior experience his first lay on the couch or floor, he had quickly spread an inflatable circular raft on the floor-which he "just happened to have handy in the closet."

When it came to sexual preparedness-Tony Mondor deserved an A-plus.

"Oh, give it to her!" Tony encouraged Junior. Down on his knees, steadily stroking his own cock, Tony actually seemed content to be the spectator, continually circling the foamy arena. Almost like a referee, eyes fixed on the two wrestlers on the mat, watching for a foul or a victory.

"Oh, fuck that cunt, Junior-boy-fuck it, fuck it!"

Oh, yes," Lisa chimed in, throwing her hips up fully as she felt the young man's cock slamming within the very core of her. "Do like the man says fuck me, fuck me, just keep right on fucking me!"

"You're working like an old pro," Tony informed the handsome young man with the extremely sensitive features. "A real fucking pro!

Lisa stopped the gyrating movement of her hips, turning the entire action over to Junior, sensing his need to be the dominating force. She could hardly believe that this was his first time up to bat. She wet her lips, letting the cock-to-cunt action swirl within her. She managed a smile, realizing that she was performing a service for Junior-the very same service she had performed for her son.

"The first fuck ... " she inwardly murmured, suddenly realizing how important that had to be to a young man. Especially to a sensitive young man who might be easily frightened about his ability to function like a "real man." The world of men wasn't totally populated with Tony Mondor, men who naturally take to sex, having that seemingly inborn ability to overpower women.

Lisa relaxed, letting Junior handle all the action, his hands now circling her buttocks, his fingers probing into the crack of her ass. Junior seemed to be a new person now, riding high in his sexual saddle. Lisa shuddered for a brief moment, recalling how it almost did not come about. Junior was so unbelievably tense getting the action started.

"Is it going in?" he had asked, pushing it generally in the area of her love-slit.

"Easy does it," she had purred in his ear.

"Like this?" he had asked, positioned much too high for a good entry into her vagina. "Is it okay?"

"Easy now..." she had smiled, instantly bending over, almost doubled up, flicking quick kisses on the head of his cock. "Let me guide it in for you," she whispered. "Just as soon as I give it a little more natural lubrication," she had added, quickly running her mouth up and down the shaft of hard cock. "Easy does it," she had repeatedly purred, aiming the head of his cock directly into the start of her slippery love slit, positioning him perfectly over her. "Easy does it...."

And "easy" had done it, perfectly bringing Junior's cock into Lisa's delightful pussy. It wasn't long either before Junior experienced the most satisfying climax of his short sexual career.

After that, all three of them sat back for a while as an exciting new idea came to all of them. Why not save the marriage by making it a regular threesome. "Trailism" it's called.

Lisa was the first to voice her thoughts. The others agreed. It would take a while to make it all really practical. And Timmy would have to be told. But the idea sounded just fine. Half-gay, half-straight was just fine. Maybe sometimes there'd be another pussy for Lisa to delight in.

This was true liberation. It was more than the three could do to resist getting right back into another bout of sexual emancipation. Which is just what they did.