Chapter 8
Exhausted from jerking off, Timmy and Jerry were in need of the second most important thing in the life of a horny young boy-- nourishment. They had to eat a great deal to keep their energy up for masturbating, which burned off a lot of calories when it was done right.
They left the clubhouse-toolshed and strolled over to Timmy's house where, in the kitchen, they found the big sausage that
Jennifer had contemplated fucking herself with. They ate it greedily, not realizing how close that sausage had come to being delicately and deliciously flavored by being steeped in a creamy cunt. Had they thought of that, they would have been in ecstasy as they munched the meat.
They both had fast metabolisms.
No sooner had they devoured the last of the sausage and washed it down with Coke than they felt their energies renewed. Their body chemistry went to work, assimilating the protein. Naturally, their cocks got hard as crowbars.
"Where's your mom?" Jerry asked.
"Don't know . . . must of gone shopping."
"Think we got time to whack off?"
"We can go up to my room. She never comes in there without knocking."
"You got any dirty pictures or anything?"
"Naw."
They went upstairs. "That your mom's room?" "Urn hum."
"Listen, Tim ..." Jerry looked sly. "Why don't we get a pair of your mother's panties or a bra or something that we can jerk off in?"
Timmy was scandalized.
Then lust rushed in to evict the scandalization.
"Dirty ones," Jerry added.
"Yeah! Okay! If you'll let me jerk off in your sister's panties next time I'm at your house."
"You got a deal."
In the dirty clothes hamper, the boys were lucky enough to find not one, but two pair of panties that had been worn, and--to their joy --were stained at the crotchband.
They took these wondrous objects down to Timmy's room and prepared to fill them with spunk.
Timmy forgot to lock the door, f t %
In the house across the yard, Jennifer was about to get her first mouthful of hot cunt.
"Let's do it together," Martha suggested. Not waiting for Jennifer to reply, she shifted into the classic position of inverted love.
Her mouth was still clamped on Jennifer's crotch. Reluctant to lose that delectable tidbit for even a moment, Martha began to rotate her lean body around the axis of her head, sucking and tonguing even as she shifted her own crotch into position for the same thing. With her face buried in Jennifer's snatch, she crawled through an arc that brought her into the reversed position.
She lifted one knee, moved in across and poised there, right over Jennifer's upturned face.
She didn't go down right away. She was savoring the anticipation of the pleasure to come.
Jennifer looked up directly into Martha's cunt, seeing how the pink lips were peeled open and the slot was flooded with joy-juice. Her mouth began to water. She licked her hps, then pushed her tongue out, lapping at the air, all set to start eating pussy as soon as it was delivered to her eager mouth. Her tongue felt as stiff and as hot as her clit.
Martha lowered her haunches.
Jennifer's tongue lapped at her cunt as soon as it was within range, scooping up a tongueful of cunt-cream.
It was even better than she had hoped!
She opened her mouth wide and clamped it over Martha's sodden snatch and began to suck with relish. As her lips caressed the cunt-flaps, she stabbed her tongue far up the hole. Having never eaten a cunt before, Jennifer had been afraid that she might be a bit awkward, that she would have to practice and experiment before she perfected the art, but the moment she had her mouth clamped on that delicious pussy she realized that cunt-sucking was the most natural thing in the world--that a woman knows instinctively how to go about it.
She used her fingers to spread Martha's pussy wide open and worked her whole face around in that creamy pool, coating her countenance from chin to brow with cunt-juice. Her mouth filled up with the succulent nectar. She gulped it down and sucked for more.
Martha's ass heaved and her hips rotated as she worked her crotch around on Jennifer's eager face. At the same time, her own face was busily munching Jennifer's steaming pussy and pulling on her vibrant clit.
Both girls came quickly.
As cunt-juice poured out of their cunts, an equal load flooded into their mouths, so that it seemed as if they were sharing the same cunt-juice as well as the same thrill. Their coupled bodies seemed to be linked on a rope of pussy-cream, fastened at head and crotch with an alternating current of liquid lust coursing through them. They were stuck together as if by an electric charge, coming and gulping cum with equal pleasure and equal abundance.
Drained for a moment, they paused, slowing but not stopping. They licked tenderly and lovingly at each other's twat until, soon enough, they were both inspired again.
They rolled over so that Jennifer was on top this time, and began sixty-nining with such vigor that no one would have supposed they had already come.
Jennifer began pushing three fingers up Martha's cunt, finger-fucking her hole as she sucked on her clit and cunt-lips. Martha returned the favor.
They rolled onto their flanks then. Locked together in comfort, both women came again.
And at last--for the time being--they had had enough cunt-sucking.
"Gee . . . I never knew ..."
"Ummm?" Martha purred, a contented smile on her creamy lips, her eyes glazed by satiation.
"I never knew you were . . . like that."
"Oh, I am. So are you . . . now."
Jennifer considered that fact.
She had always supposed that, if she ever did get the opportunity to eat a pussy, she would be filled with remorse once her lust had been satisfied, that release would bring a void which would in turn be filled by regret.
Such was not the case.
It had been so perfectly natural to eat out a creamy, succulent gash that, far from feeling sorry that she had done it, Jennifer was already looking forward to the next time that she and Martha got together for a bit of cunt-sucking. It had been so much fun that there was no room left for misgivings or doubts.
She said, "I guess . . . now . . . that we can make love to each other lots of times, huh?"
"Ummm. All the time."
"Every day?"
"Ummm. Except when I have Ralph here."
Jennifer felt very envious about that. Cunt-sucking was wonderful, no doubt of that, but once she had her fill of cunt-juice she started longing for some big, stiff prick. Lucky Martha had Ralph to supply that; Jennifer had to do without it for a whole week.
She knew that Martha was willing to share Ralph with her, but she didn't really want to fuck the boy.
Well, she wanted to, all right--but she didn't really want to be unfaithful to her husband, whom she loved. She didn't consider cunt-sucking an act of adultery. Fucking a boy was a different matter.
"Well ... I'd better get back home now," she said.
"If you see Ralph in the yard, tell him I want to see him, okay?" said Martha, grinning.
"Are you going to fuck him again?"
"Ummm. Cunt-sucking always makes me feel like getting some big cock," Martha said.
"Ooooh! Me, too ... "
"Want Ralph to fuck you? I don't mind. I'd like it, in fact ... I could lick his balls while he screws you, and then after he shot his wad up your sweet pussy I could drink his load out of you ..."
. "Oh ... oh, dear ... I'd better not." Martha shrugged.
Jennifer knew that if she stayed there much longer, she was going to find her willpower lacking. She got up and pulled her dress on. Martha, still naked, was curled up on the bed, her cunt oozing juice and her lips sparkling with Jennifer's pussy-nectar.
Determined not to succumb to her unholy desires, Jennifer marched out resolutely.
Ralph was leaning over the lawnmower, more for support than with effort, for his legs were still a bit weak following his orgasm.
But there was a big fat bulge in the front of his overalls again, for he was a potent young gardener and he had not shot his nuts off for at least an hour.
When he saw Jennifer approach, he grinned.
"Mrs. Jenkins wants to see you," she said, trying without much success to avoid looking at his groin.
Ralph didn't figure there was much point in acting shy, since this sexy woman had already seen him fucking Martha, so he said, "She wants some more cock, huh?"
Jennifer blushed.
But'then she, too, realized that they were past the stage of pretense, and she smiled.
"Plenty of it," she said.
"You know . . . your lawn could use some cutting," he said, looking at Jennifer'as if it were her pubic lawn that required a trim. The light cotton dress was molded to her body and her nipples were standing out in twin points. 'You know what I mean?" he said, suggestively.
"I . . . have an idea."
"I saw what you were doing to yourself . . . while you watched Mrs. Jenkins and I fuck ..."
"I . . . I'll bear it in mind," she stammered.
"Any time," said the horny lad.
And Jennifer felt more desperate for dick than ever, realizing that it was available whenever she chose--and from a horny young man with a huge cock.
She was sorely tempted to return to Martha's with Ralph--to take Martha up on her unselfish offer to share the boy--to get fucked by a good stiff prick while Martha licked his bloated, cum-filled balls.
She closed her eyes, struggling with the urge.
She won--barely.
"Maybe . . . someday," she said.
Ralph gave her a knowing look.
He felt pretty certain that, in due course, he was going to get the chance to do a bit of gardening in this sexy woman's fertile patch.
"Not today," she added.
Ralph shrugged. He could wait. He left the lawnmower where it was and headed towards Martha's house, the big bulge in his overalls preceeding him like the figurehead of some denim ship navigating by sexual stars.
Jennifer watched him walk away.
She bit her lip, her mind divided, proud of herself for resisting the impulse to fuck him and yet knowing that, sure as hell and despite all the orgasms she had just had by oral love, she was going to be in a torment of lust for the rest of the day . . . and the rest of the week.
Cunt-sucking was all well and good, but how could a woman go a whole week without cock?
A shudder passed through her. She clenched her teeth, determined not to yield.
I'll just have to sublimate my lust, she told herself. I'll just have to think about other things.
I'll be all right--as long as nothing else happens to make me horny.
Her intentions were good.
But how was she to know what terrible temptation lurked in her own home?