The Wife's Young Lover

CHAPTER EIGHT

Young Mike Parker, having shot his load in the bushes, had wandered back toward his house, passing along one side as his mother came down the other. He went inside. He was restless, and a great weariness had begun to descend upon him, for he had been jerking off steadily for twenty-four hours, with only a pause to sleep and eat. Even his teenaged potency had limits. His wrist and forearm were tired, and his dick was aching. His belly felt as if it had been scooped hollow.

He would be mighty glad when, at long last, he had masturbated a sufficient number of times.

But now his cock was quivering again. The sight he'd had of Marlene's pussy had been so inspirational that now, even though it hurt to get a hard-on, he couldn't help it. Like a martyr, his cock stood brave and rampant before his belly.

Mike decided to wait as long as he could before he pulled another load out.

He loosened his belt and fitted it around his cock so that the buckle held his peckerhead tight to his belly and he was able to walk around with the bas relief of a hard-on hidden behind his belt like a fat man wearing a corset to hide his paunch. His cock ached less, now that it was supported. Mike wandered around the house and then out to the back yard.

He had had no designs when he had gone out there, but the moment he saw Marlene's house across the fence he started walking in that direction. His cockhead dipped toward that house like a divining rod toward water.

Mike wouldn't mind having another look at Marlene's juicy cunt. Already in his memory, that wondrous cunt had assumed the proportions of myth and mystery, the stuff of legend, shrouded in illusion.

Mike figured he would ask if he could use her telephone again. He didn't get his hopes up, though – it would be too much to expect the sexy woman to be wearing a flimsy negligee two days in a row. Still, he could try. Even if she were fully dressed, complete with chastity belt, just the close proximity of her sweet pussy would be thrilling.

He walked up along side the house, heading for the back door.

As he passed the window, he heard a whimper.

Mike, who always whimpered when he came, recognized that sound as having erotic overtones. He stopped as if frozen in mid-stride.

Was it possible that Marlene was entertaining a lover? Or maybe rubbing herself off?

Mike was drawn toward the window. He crept up, ducking under the sill, then lifted his head until his eyes came above the windowsill and he could look into the room.

His eyes bulged out, then narrowed, then grew wide again, as if they were shutters fluttering to his thundering heartbeat. He gripped the windowsill with both hands as his legs turned to water.

Marlene was naked, curled on the floor, her plump tits hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked – and her beautiful blonde head buried between ivory thighs!

Mike's eyes moved up to see who those trembling thighs belonged to.

And he saw his mother, her face twisted with wild passion, writhing and wriggling in the chair and grinding her crotch in Marlene's face. For an instant, the lad was numb with shock.

Then his dick surged with such power that it snapped his belt and his pants fell down and his cock jumped up like a rocket. Mike grabbed it fast, as if afraid that it would fly right off his loins and launch itself into space. He gave it two quick pulls and a white blossom flooded from the head.

His dick stayed hard. He pulled his pants up and staggered back toward his bedroom, where in due course, he collapsed in a state of total exhaustion and slept for twelve hours.

Sucking pussy was making Marlene almost as hot as the sight of that pussy-sucking had made Mike.

She loved it.

She had thought about doing it a few times, but never very seriously. Now that she was lapping away at that sweet honey pot, she realized that this was a joy that she had been missing – far better in reality than it had ever been in her imagination and fantasy. It was so wonderful that she wasn't even embarrassed about her happy perversion – although she certainly wouldn't have wanted anyone, man or woman, to know that she was a cuntsucker, tensed her tongue and began to take long slurping strokes up Julia's gash and across her vibrant cunt. Her head went up and down. She was laying Julia from asshole to cunt-bud with every long juicy stroke.

Cuntjuice flowed over her taste buds and dripped down her chin. She was salivating over the succulent cunt, drooling onto Julia's pussy-mound so that her saliva slid in bands through thick streams of pussy-cream.

She pushed her tongue up the hot cunthole and thrust it in and out with a darting motion. She took Julia's cunt into her mouth and sucked lovingly on the trembling nugget, then she tilted her head and fitted her parted lips to Julia's unfurled cuntlips, so that she had taken her whole pussy into her mouth. She began to suck ravenously.

Julia's meaty thighs clamped around her face, and her belly thrust up, pushing her cunt into Marlene's face and grinding it there as the thrill began to spin through her loins and knife up her thighs and set her mind twirling.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, a series of short sharp sounds, followed by a long drawn out wail of pure ecstasy: "Oooohhh…"

Her cunt creamed.

Julia trembled, then jerked a few times, as if she had been charged with a high-voltage current.

She stopped moving.

Marlene gobbled merrily away to make sure that she had worked out every spasm of Julia's orgasm. She slurped up every drop of that delicious juice.

"Oh, that was so good," Julia sighed.

Marlene raised her head, her jaws dripping cuntjuice. She smiled happily, pleased both that she had made it good for her friend and that it had been so good for her, as well. Even if she hadn't enjoyed it so much, she would have been willing to do it in order to get sucked off in return. But now that she knew how lovely it was to have hot pussy-cream in her mouth, she was delighted by the arrangement.

Neither of them ever need go un-sucked again.

Now it was Marlene's turn.

Julia was willing – more than willing – for she had noticed how much Marlene seemed to be relishing her feast and was eager to try it, herself. Now that her cunt was satisfied, her mouth had become her primary sex organ. Her lips parted, her tongue felt as sensitive as a clitoris – she was literally hungry for cunt.

She slid down, her ass leaving the couch and resting on the floor. Her head tilted back, resting on the edge of the couch, turned up. Julia knew just how to do it – as Marlene had, both of the randy women instinctive cunt suckers, skilled from the very first lick.

Marlene, hot as a pistol, started to juice almost at once. A small tremor shook her, then a larger spasm, then a series of peaks washing over across her loins in waves – each wave following so quickly upon the one before that they blended into one prolonged thrill, a multiple orgasm without any hiatus between the thrilling peaks.

"Come… come… come for me," Julia whimpered.

She gulped the cuntjuice up with greed and slurped merrily away as her mouth filled with cream.

Afterwards, still naked and sitting side by side on the couch, the two women regarded each other in wonderment and awe.

"I thought I might be ashamed, afterwards," Julia admitted. "I wanted to so much, but I wasn't sure."

"Me you ashamed?"

"Oh, no!"

"Neither am I. I'm glad we did it."

"I guess… now that we've done it, I suppose we can do it for each other lots of times."

Marlene grinned and said, "Every day, if you like."

"It's funny… I wanted to get sucked off and I was willing to give head to get head, but now… why, it was almost more fun to do it than to get done!"

"Maybe next time we can do it at the same time," Marlene suggested, looking impish. "Sixty-nine."

"Oh! Shall we?"

"Why not? In fact, let's… right now!" Since each girl was as eager as the other, it was the most logical thing in the world and they glided together in the position of inverse love and, like some mythical two-headed serpent, they undulated together. Coming at the same time, they shared the creamy flow in absolute abandon. Gulping cuntjuice up at one end and pouring it out at the other, it seemed as if it was the very same load of liquid joy that was coursing through their vibrant bodies in a contained current, that they shared the same hot cuntjuice as well as the same electrifying thrill in that long drawn-out orgasm.

Julia left after that – and after they had agreed to get together as soon a their husbands left for work on Monday morning.

She went home to make lunch for Mike, but she found the poor lad in a veritable coma of exhaustion. He was spread-eagled on his bed, and when she spoke to him, he didn't awaken. She decided to let him sleep. She thought that he must have been playing some vigorous game of baseball to get into such a state of fatigue.

Then, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she pulled the sheet down and gazed at his sock.

She hadn't seen his cock in several years now, and she was curious to know if it was as big and shapely as his father's.

When she found that cock erect, she blinked.

Then she grinned. The boy was entitled to have a hard-on. She wondered if he jerked off. Well, of course he jerked off. He was a teenager.

Then she wondered if he was a virgin.

And then, by natural progression, she wondered what his big young dick tasted like.

She truly was a horny woman.

She stared at his cock and licked her lips and wondered if she dared to take it in her mouth. The idea of incest didn't bother her. It was depraved, of course, but all the more thrilling because of that – the charm of utter depravity. But she was afraid that the boy might awaken if she commenced to suck his dick, and it would be hard to explain it to him if he were to catch her with a mouthful of cock. It wasn't the sort of thing that could easily be passed off as a mistake.

Still, he was sleeping so very soundly.

Julia leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue up his fat cockshaft and across the cockhead. The boy didn't stir. She licked again. His cock tasted of cum, she noted. That made it all the better. She simply couldn't help herself – the licks had made her ravenous for cockmeat. She slurped his knob into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Looking out from under her hooded eyelids, she watched his face warily, ready to leap away if he showed any signs of waking. But Mike was dead to the world. His cock was still potent, but it was as if it were disembodied, for his mind had been drained along with his balls during twenty-four hours of nearly continuous masturbating.

Encouraged by the depth of his slumber, horny Julia settled down to suck him off.

She was surprised when the boy didn't shoot, immediately, for she thought it logical that a teenager with a hard-on would cream with little effort. But although his dick was iron hard and fiery hot, it showed no signs of ejaculating for a long time.

Now knowing that he had whacked off fanatically, Julia was bemused by this.

She was also pleased, for there were few more in the future.

Then she wondered if she would have the nerve to tell her good friend, Marlene, what she had done.

She didn't think she would dare. Still, Marlene had sucked off a shoe shine boy. And when they were both hot and hungry, shame held no dominion.

Why, she might even invite Marlene over for a suck on the sleeping boy's cock, sometime!

That idea thrilled her to the tips of her toes. She could just picture it! The boy would be drugged by a sleeping draught, so there would be no danger of having him wake up, and the two of them could fake turns sucking his prick. It would be a sort of contest, the winner being the one who managed to milk his hot thick load.

Then they could suck, each other off.

These thoughts got Julia so worked up that she slurped Mike's softened dick back into her mouth and sucked it up hard again. After a long, long time, she thrilled to another bubbling mouthful of his teenage jism.

She could hardly wait until Monday morning.

And Mike, when he awakened after a solid twelve hours of exhausted slumber, vaguely recalled having experienced two wet dreams.

It amazed him. He had never had a wet dream before, mainly because he kept his cock and balls drained with a steady masturbating effort so that there was no build-up of jism which might release itself in his sleep.

He felt proud.

It wasn't every boy who could jerk oft steadily for twenty-four hours and still have two wet dreams.

In the near future, Mike as going to have a whole lot of wet dreams. And he was going to feel very tired after breakfast, as well, about twice a week.

Mike never could figure it out.

She wanted to pick the boy up and bring him home for a fuck.

She hoped that she would be able to get him out of her system, to void herself of her lust for young boys by slaking that lust to excess.

She went out to the car.

She wanted Billy, and she wasn't ashamed of that. But she did feel a bit guilty about cuckolding Charles while he was at the office working so hard.

But Charles was not at the office.

He had stopped there, but only to pick up his spare camera, and then he had driven over to Lucy Lander's apartment. Lucy was a girl of twenty-two who desired to be a professional model but who was too lazy to make the effort. She vas the opposite of Charles, so that they got along famously together. Whereas Charles liked to fake lewd photographs, Lucy simply adored posing for them. It was the closest that she would ever come to modeling, and it was fun, too, for the girl was a bit of a narcissist who loved to see her charms captured on film.

She was pleased to see Charles standing, complete with camera, on her threshold.

Too lazy to work, Lucy was also too lazy to get dressed, and she habitually walked around the house naked. She was naked as she opened the door, not giving a damn who happened to be standing there.

"Why, Charles, you dear man… come in!"

In went Charles, he eyed the girl appreciatively.

She was tall and willowy, with corn silk hair, pert thrusting tits and an ass shaped like a valentine. Her cunt was big and juicy, as if it had been meant for a larger or wider-hipped girl. Larger than, life, it was a fine photographic subject.

"Going to take some pictures?"

"That's what I had in mind."

"Great… I got a brand new dildo."

"How very thoughtful of you," said Charles.

He had photographed Lucy while she fucked herself with plenty of elongated objects – zucchini, bananas, sausages – but he had never captured her on film while she employed a proper dildo.

"I haven't used it yet," she said. "I was saving it for when you came over. It's been used, because I bought it second-hand, but I'm not jealous."

She led him into the bedroom.

The dildo was in a handy position on the nightstand, and she held it up for Charles' approval. It was a huge rubber dick with a flaring head and veins seaming the shaft. At the hilt, it was fitted with a leather harness so that a girl could wear it if she happened to have need of a cock for any devious purposes. Charles approved of the device.

Lucy sat on the bed.

Charles prepared his camera.

He didn't take his clothing off. He never had with Lucy, for strange as it may seem, they didn't fuck. Charles was faithful to his wife and only wanted to take photos of other women. Lucy was fat too lazy to put out the energy that fucking required. She liked only to pose in languid positions and, afterwards, admire her form on film.

Lucy lubricated the rubber dick by pushing the knob into her mouth and salivating on it, then tonguing, up and down the stalk until the whole tool was glistening.

Charles took a picture of her with the fat dick in her face as she concentrated on sucking it. Then he took another thoughtful shot of her face as she ran her pink tongue up the thick shaft. It was a lot more stimulating than, say, a banana, he thought. The dildo was pretty realistic. Although it had been quite exciting, he recalled, when the girl had proceeded to eat the big salami with which she'd fucker her cunt to a froth.

Now she started screwing herself ow the pseudo-cock, beginning in the missionary position and push-pulling the rubber wad in and out of her gaping gash.

Charles took pictures.

After she'd fucked herself in that manner for a while, she put the cockhead back into her mouth, and Charles delighted in snapping a shot of the pretty girl's mouth as she sucked her own cuntjuice off the bulging knob.

Lucy had begun to get as hot as could be – more from the knowledge that she was being watched, admired and photographed than from the actual physical stimulation of the dildo.

She got onto her hands and knees and straddled the dildo, her sweet ass weaving from side to side as she lashed her twat down on the upright fuck-tool.

Charles snapped and snapped. He changed film.

Lucy changed positions, plucking the dick from her snatch and putting it in again from the back, so that she was being fucked doggy fashion.

Charles had a booming hard-on. He opened his fly and took it out, but left it standing alone as he snapped a few more photos. Getting it up slowly, skinning the jism from his dick onto her hand. Then she brought her hand to her lips and began to gather up his jism with her tongue.

He snatched up the camera and took three photographs of the cum-drinking girl, bit she ruined one by wrinkling her nose. In fact, Lucy didn't like the taste of cum and had never in her life sucked a cock – a great effort, that, and hardly worth the trouble of all that bobbing up and down – but she would do anything as long as it was being stamped indelibly on film. After she had licked her fingers clean, she pushed them up her pussy and twisted them about until they were nice and creamy, then tongued her own cuntjuice up as Charles, sweating and panting, snapped picture after picture.

His cock was pounding again. He started stroking it once more, bat this time he retained the camera in his other hand and, seeing this, Lucy whimpered and knelt down in front of him. She didn't touch him, but she tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue out. Charles aimed his cockhead directly at her face.

His fist flew up and down. Her tongue folded out and lust twisted her pretty face into a mask of passion.

Charles' cockhead spurted.

A heavy glob of jism fell directly onto her tongue. She left her tongue out as he snapped the picture, then drew it into her mouth and, too indolent to spit or swallow, simply let the thick cum trickle down her throat.

Now that he had come twice, Charles no longer felt like taking pictures. That suited Lucy, who was anxious for him to leave now, so that she could look at all those glorious photos at her leisure.

They admired them together.

"God," she said, "I sure am beautiful!"

"Sexy, too."

"Oh my, yes! I'm so sexy, I glow in the dark."

"Well… I'd better be going," he said.

"You're gonna leave the pictures, huh?"

He nodded. He would have loved to take them home with him, but he feared that his wife might discover them. He always left the results of his camera work where it was produced. The act of taking such photos was enough in itself, and he knew he would be horny as a weasel for the next week or so.

But not as horny as he would have been if he had been able to photograph his beautiful wife.

As soon as Charles had departed, Lucy spread the pictures out across the bed and knelt there, gazing at them in absolute fascination and glowing pride. She didn't think that any woman in the world was as beautiful as she was. She thought that she could put Helen of Troy to shame.

It would sure be a lucky man that screwed her, she knew.

For Lucy was a virgin.

She had never yet met a man whom she considered good enough for her, and therefore, had never fucked a man. She had some vague idea that, sometime, she would meet a fellow who was six-foot-two, handsome as Robert Taylor and rich as a Greek shipping magnate, at which time she would condescend to spread her thighs and offer him the paradise of her pussy.

But she was in no hurry.

Now, as she gazed at the pictures, that virgin pussy began td simmer, then to smolder. She picked up the rubber dick and commenced to fuck herself slowly and steadily as she turned her eyes from photo to photo, drinking in her glorious image with self-adoration.

She bent down.

She began to lick the photographs, running her hot tongue over the glossy surface, wishing with all her heart and soul that she was nimble enough to bend over and suck her own cunt. No one else was good enough for her, but she was certainly good enough for herself, and it would have been just wonderful if she could have tongued her own pussy – it would have been a love match wrought in heaven!

Especially if Charles had been there to photograph it, but now she was alone, and try as she might, she couldn't get her head between her legs nor her tongue up her gash. She had to settle for the rubber dick as she fucked herself to a frenzy and came so heavily that she smeared cuntjuice all over the photographs – then licked it up from them.

She thought that if she weren't so damned lazy, she might take yoga lessons.