Chapter 5
Jennifer and Martha were rather good friends, as neighbors in suburbia go, and neither stood on ceremony. When Jennifer found the back door of Martha's house open, she thought nothing of walking straight in without knocking. She noticed that lawn mower beside the steps. But why should there be any significance in that?
She paused inside, in the kitchen.
There was coffee on the stove and a radio was playing somewhere in the house.
Jennifer figured that Martha must be getting dressed or having a bath. She thought she would wait in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee. She started to pour the coffee, then decided she didn't really want any. She was nervous enough, without caffeine enhancing her condition, and her pussy was burbling away as merrily as any percolator.
If Martha was in the bath, she might linger there, not aware that she had company.
Jennifer decided to announce herself.
The Jenkin's house was a one-story dwelling. Jennifer went down the hall toward the bathroom. That route brought her past the bedroom. The door was not quite closed. As she passed, Jennifer heard a soft moan that could signify nothing other than passion.
She hesitated.
She knew that Martha's husband had already left for work. Yet that meaningful moan could only signify one thing--or so she assumed.
She thought that Martha must be masturbating.
And then she had an exciting thought: Suppose her friend was using her dildo. It seemed likely enough. Since she had a nice big dildo, it was logical that she would be using it instead of, or along with, her hands. Jennifer had been wondering how to bring the subject of the dildo up in conversation and now she saw the perfect solution. She would enter the bedroom, pretending she was not aware that Martha was masturbating. Once she came upon the scene, the dildo would be the most logical topic of conversation they could possibly have. She could apologize for her untimely appearance, feigning embarrassment. Afterwards, she could show interest and inquire what it felt like to fuck oneself with a rubber dick. If all went according to plan, Martha would say, "Try it and see." Grinning slightly, she moved to the door. Then she forced herself to look innocent and pushed the door open and looked in.
And found that it was no rubber dick with which Martha was amusing herself.
Ralph was stretched out on the bed and Martha was pulling his overalls off. His prick stood up above his lean belly like a telephone pole, the big purple knob pulsing as if it were flashing a signal. He had an idiotic grin on his face. Martha, stark naked, knelt beside him as she dragged the overalls over his legs. Martha had curly brown hair, cropped short, and a pert little body. Her tits, although not particularly large, were plump and succulent. As she leaned over the bed, they hung down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sweeping out from her tiny waist. Her pubic thicket was heavy, her thighs shapely, her calves trim.
She was smiling in happy expectation as she gazed down at the big prick beneath her.
Jennifer stopped dead in the doorway.
Her mouth worked but no words came out. That was just as well, for she had no idea what she could say that, under the circumstances, would not be absurd.
She was absolutely shocked, so stunned that she didn't even feel embarrassed at having discovered these lovers.
She knew that she should beat a silent retreat, but, like her voice, her legs failed to respond. She was frozen in place. She just stood there, gaping.
On the bed, Martha had removed the boy's overalls and was bending lower. She began to swing her body gently from side to side, as if she were being blown on a gentle breeze of desire. Her tits, hanging down, swung like twin pendulums over the boy's towering cock. Then she lowered herself a bit farther, so that her nipples were rubbing against his pecker-head as they swung back and forth.
Jennifer blushed scarlet.
Martha lowered herself even more. She took his prick into the cleavage between her tits and began to grind against it. Her hands cupped her boobs, holding them around his prick as she massaged him in her soft cushioning flesh.
Jennifer gave a little whimper. Her embarrassment drifted away, replaced by burning lust. She had been fantasizing about young boys. Now what should she see but a naked young boy with a hard-on in bed with her friend! Jennifer felt definitely envious. From where she stood, she could dearly see Martha's cunt, under her pert, upthrusting ass and between her spread thighs. That honeypot was flooded with cunt-juice. The pussy-lips had unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower in the morning sunlight, and those petals sparkled with dew. Her clit was stiff and vibrant.
Jennifer looked from cock to cunt and back to cock in total fascination, while her pussy, which had already been smoldering, seemed to burst into flames.
Ralph humped up from the bed.
His cock wallowed in the glen between Martha's plump tits. He stroked up, running his shaft along her lean belly. His swollen cock-head emerged from the top of her cleavage and nestled into her throat. As it drew back, it left a trail of glistening spunk down her breastbone as pre-cum began to ooze from the parted cleft.
Ducking down, Martha swept her nimble tongue over his knob, greedily and lovingly lapping up his fresh jism.
"Yummy," she purred.
He thrust again. Her lips met his cock-head and she let it slip into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she gave that tasty slab of cock-meat a slurp, then they billowed out as she blew down the stalk. A silvery line of saliva trickled down the underside of his rod, and a few drops of thick jism bubbled from her hot lips.
My God! Jennifer thought. She's sucking his cock ... a young, hairless boy's cock . . . why, she's depraved . . . perverted . . . absolutely degenerate . . .
And so lucky!
Jennifer stared, hoping to see the boy come in Martha's mouth before her presence was noticed.
But this was not a blow-job day.
Martha had sucked him off on his last visit, and she wanted a fuck today. She had given him a fleeting suck just to make sure his cock was absolutely ready for her cunt--and because it was so delicious, as well--and now she wanted to mount the boy. She rose up.
Then Ralph spotted Jennifer.
His jaw dropped open and he gasped. He lifted one hand and pointed towards the doorway.
Martha's back was to the door. Seeing ihs hand rise, she assumed he wanted a feel. She took it and brought it to her tits, squirming against him.
She moved one knee across his flanks and straddled him, with his big prick bumping against her belly. She looked down, thrilled to see how far up her torso that mighty stalk extended, knowing that, when it was inside her, it would reach that far up her eager cunt, stuffing her to the brim with a lovely load of iron-hard, white-hot cock-meat.
She tensed her thighs, rising up.
His cock-head slipped between her legs.
"There's . . . someone ..." he croaked.
Martha ignored him.
She began to move his prick around in her slot, not pushing it up her hole yet, but merely working it around in her flooded gash as if she were stirring her carnal stew with a big, purple ladle.
"Someone ..." he gasped.
A look of annoyance flitted across her excited features. What was he talking about? Was he trying to tell her that he was in love with someone else? That mattered not at all, to Martha. She assumed that he had girlfriends his own age. And she certainly wasn't in love with the boy. She loved her husband, Ralph, to Martha, was no more than a cock. She used him just as she used her dildo, for her own pleasure . . . and found his young dong far more effective than any rubber dick could ever be. She whispered, "Shhhh . . . don't talk ..." as she stirred his cock-head around in her slot and moved the swollen knob across her tingling clit, gasping with the sensation as hot cock-head brushed over vibrant love-bud.
"But ... but ..." he mumbled.
Martha pushed her cunt down onto his towering prick, going down slowly, taking his cock up her hole inch by precious inch until she was stuffed to the brim. Her cunt was plastered against his belly and his lovely young pecker was buried to the roots in her steaming gash.
"Ahhh ..." he sighed.
"Ummm," she purred, not moving for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being full of prick, while he savored the thrill of having every inch of his tool sheathed in slippery, clutching cunt.
She started to move, sinousiy, slowly, lifting one hip while she still held every inch of his prick up her cunt; dropping that hip and raising the other one; squirming and writhing on his fat stake without actually sliding up and down on it yet. The cheeks of her ass parted with the movement, revealing her tight brown bud to Jennifer. The boy's swollen balls were jammed against her crotch. Cunt-juice trickled onto the hairy bag as she weaved about in this dance of desire. She bent over him, tits hobbling, then arched her back, throwing her head and shoulders back and pushing her belly out.
Ralph gasped, "There's someone watching!"
"What?" she stammered.
Martha looked over her shoulder.
She turned white as a sheet.
Jennifer was bright red again.
"Jenny! What are you . . . ?"
"Errr . . . excuse me, Martha ... I didn't mean to interrupt you while you were ... I didn't realize ..."
And then, to Jennifer's amazement, Martha grinned. It was a sheepish grin, to be sure, but it was still a grin. Her hips were still moving.
Martha said, "Well, it's too late now . . .
and I'm not about to stop until I come ... so make yourself at home ..."
And then she began to fuck the boy wildly.
Jennifer knew that she should leave the room.
But she couldn't.
She was too fascinated, too intrigued at seeing her own erotic fantasy being played out in reality. She just stood there, gaping.
Martha rode the boy's prick steadily, her trim ass humping up and down, her hips grinding from side to side. Ralph met her with hard thrusts, humping up from the bed as her cunt descended, burying his prick up her smoking hole as far as it would go. They were both gasping and whimpering and panting with pleasure and passion.
Jennifer was panting every bit as hard.
She thought that she was going to cream just as she stood there, without even touching her twat--that the mere sight of the fucking couple would melt her pussy.
She reached down and cupped her crotch.
It almost burned her through the light cotton material of her dress.
She lifted the dress and slipped her hand over her bare cunt and began to rub and stroke her pussy frantically as she watched the fuckers on the bed.
Martha cried out.
As her cunt pulled up the boy's prick, heavy cream flowed out, running down his stalk.
Then he wailed as he blew his geyser into her clenching cunt.
She went down, sheathing him. As she rose up again, a blend of cunt-juice and cum washed down his fat stalk and pooled on his flat belly, soaking his balls. He blew a second great spurt, then a third.
Martha's cunt melted around his shooting stick as the catalyst of his orgasm caused her to cream. Her pussy melted on his dong like a wax candle around a flaming wick.
And in the doorway, her hand rubbing wildly, Jennifer joined in the orgasm. Her cunt-juice poured down her naked thighs in an ivory cascade.
She staggered and had to lean against the door jamb to keep from falling.
Ralph's cock and balls were drained. He stretched out in a state of collapse.
Martha continued to rise and fall on him, even as his cock began to soften and diminish, as she worked off the final spasms of her own wonderful orgasm.
Then at last she was still.
They were frozen in a motionless tableau for a moment, still linked together. Then, with a sigh, Martha dismounted. The boy's prick remained upright, quivering. Then it dropped like a felled redwood, the knob bouncing against his hip bone and the shaft stretching out, still long and thick even though it was no longer erect.
Martha looked speculatively at Jennifer.
She said, "I think you'd better go out and cut the grass now, Ralph ... I have to . . . explain ... to my friend ..."
Ralph rolled over and sat up. He looked ashamed and a bit bewildered. He also looked at Jennifer, realizing that the sexy observer had enjoyed her voyeurism, wondering if she, too, needed her garden tended.
And Jennifer was wishing that Martha had asked her to join them on the bed, instead of sending the boy away.
But it was not easy to suggst such an arrangement.
Ralph pulled his overalls on and wobbled out of the room, his legs unsteady, knowing that he was going to cut a very erratic swath through the lawn.
The two women looked at one another.
"I hope . . . you aren't too shocked," Martha said.
"No . . . well, yes ... I was shocked . . . but only because it was such a surprise ... I
don't think it was wicked or anything like that, Martha ... it was," Jennifer smiled, "exciting, to tell you the truth ..."
Martha's eyebrows lifted.
She turned, curling onto her flank, one knee lifted. Her cunt, thus revealed, was still streaming with a thick blend of cunt-cream and jism.
"You won't tell my husband?"
"Of course not."
"It doesn't mean anything. Nothing serious or emotional, that is. It's just . . . fun." "It sure looked like fun." "Oh?"
Jennifer felt no inhibitions now. That would have been ridiculous, after what she'd seen.
She said, "In fact, I was thinking about fucking young boys just this morning."
"Were you, indeed?"
"Yes. I never have. But ... "
"You rubbed yourself off, didn't you? While you were watching us fuck?"
Jennifer nodded.
"I never realized you were so . . . horny."
"Oh, I am. My husband is, too, so I get taken care of . . . but Pete is away for a week and . . . "
"I see."
"I . . . have you been screwing that boy for a long time?"
"A few months. Two or three times a week. Sometimes ..." Martha paused for effect, smiling. "Sometimes I suck him off, instead. I love young boy's cocks."
Jennifer felt her head swirl.
For all the lasting good it had done her, she might well have not bothered to masturbate as she watched, for her pussy was already steaming again.
"Come, sit down," Martha said.
Jennifer moved unsteadily to the bed. She sat down beside the naked woman.
"Would you like Ralph to fuck you?" Martha asked.
"Oh! Oh, no ... I couldn't."
"Just to get it out of your system?"
"No . . . I don't want to be unfaithful to Pete ..."
"Well, suit yourself. But if you are going to be alone for a whole week ..."
"That's why I came over," said Jennifer. "I wanted to ask you about that ..."
Martha grinned.
"You came to the right girl," said that wanton wife.