1 comments/ 16084 views/ 15 favorites The Lawn Boy Ch. 01 By: luvjuice43 Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** I was about twelve when an elderly couple in our neighborhood offered to pay me to mow their lawn while they were away on vacation. It did not take long before I realized that with a couple hundred homes in the nearby adult community, I could make some serious money. When I first began my lawn mowing business it was mostly to supplement my allowance at home and to save money for college, but over time I found that there were other rewards to be gained from the retired widows, ignored housewives, and divorcees living in a nearby adult community on the out skirts of Tampa; I quickly learned that they had a great appreciation for young men who were not only handy, but also good listeners. Of course life was completely different during those days. People were trusting and thought nothing of leaving their doors open; few people had air conditioning so screened windows were left open to allow the Gulf breezes to cool their homes. Any respectable housewife had her home clean and was completely dress by nine o'clock ready to receive visitors; it was not at all unusual to see women working in their flowers in a dress wearing make-up and the works. I didn't even know women who lounged around the house in sloppy clothes. Close neighbors and friends were not required to even knock before entering; they would open the screen door and give a, "yoohoo" and walk in. In the early years of my business I was often invited into homes after my lawn work was done for homemade cookies and milk. That's when I learned the attribute that women appreciated in men; being a good listener. I would sit and listen to stories about places I had never been and adventures I had only read about. By the time I was in a senior in high school those memories were often shared over a cold beer or a glass of wine by a widow who had lived through the Great Depression and World War II; a widow who was also willing to share her knowledge of life's pleasures with an inexperienced young man eager to learn. Mrs. Steinman was one of those widows; she would invite me in and give me a towel to dry off before she poured us a glass of sherry and pulled out one of her photo albums. Whether it was around the kitchen table or on the sofa she always sat close to me and showed me photos of her as a young woman; photos of her welding on tanks in a factory during WWII or wearing a one piece bathing suit in a beauty pageant to raise money selling war bonds. She was still a pretty woman too, possibly in her fifties and about five feet, five inches tall; she was curvaceous with a top slightly larger than her hips and firm round bottom. Her slightly large Romanesque nose, beautiful wide smile, and sparkling green eyes were topped by a head of thick, salt and pepper hair which she often wore in a long braid down her back or in a bun on the back of her head. I often saw her working in her flower beds dressed in a full cotton skirt that hung low on her wide hips and a knit halter top to harness her "C" cup breasts leaving her tanned mid drift bare; for some unknown reason, her unshaven under arms and legs seemed to draw my attention. The Florida sun had given her a deep tan and a crop of freckles sprinkled over her shoulders and the top swells of her breasts; there wasn't even a hint of tan lines visible. She would smile at me when she caught me staring at her more than ample cleavage or her hard nipples pushing against the knit fabric. On several occasions when I opened the gate of the privacy fence around the pool and backyard I got a glimpse of her rushing into the house nude trying to cover up with a small towel. During one visit she picked up several photo albums from a shelf and sat down beside me; the first album showed photos of her living in an airstream trailer in the desert, near what would later become Las Vegas, while her husband worked on the Hoover Dam project. The second album she "accidently" picked up; she opened it then quickly closed it, but not before I got a quick glance at a group of people playing volley ball nude. "Well that was a bit embarrassing, I hope that didn't embarrass you " she said without a hint of blushing. "My late husband and I used to belong to a nudist colony near Ft. Myers." "Not at all; I have been to the nude beach near Clearwater several times. Do you not go to the nudist colony anymore?" She chuckled, "Well, I guess you could say I'm a backyard nudist now; that's why I have the privacy fence. It's a long ride to go by myself, but I do miss being with other nude people." "Then maybe we could go together some time." I suggested. She chuckled, "At my age it is probably better if I just stay in my backyard." I had already learned that whenever possible give a woman a compliment. "Nonsense, you are a very pretty woman. I know women half your age that would kill to have your figure." "Ooh, that's so sweet of you." I added, "Of course, we could go to the river where I go skinny dipping sometimes." We both laughed and she began flipping through the album and telling me about the black and white pictures; many of which were of her posing nude on the beach or engaged in some of the group activities with her husband. It was nice seeing all of her parts, even if it was only a photo. After that, Mrs. Steinman stopped going into the house when I opened the gate to the backyard; she would roll over on her stomach and pull the towel partially over her bottom until I finished mowing. One day when I completed mowing and was gathering my equipment she invited me to have a drink with her; she stood up from the lounge chair while awkwardly trying to keep her body somewhat covered with a towel that was much too small for the purpose intended. "Here let me help you with that." I said as I reached out and took the towel from her hands then promptly laid it on the patio table. "Now you don't have to worry about those awkward times when your towel slips off," I added as my eyes surveyed her lovely tanned body. For several minutes I was able to take in all the beauty of the woman whom I had admired and fantasized about for some time. For the first time I was able to fill in all the missing parts of my fantasy; I saw her very kissable, brown, silver dollar sized areola and short thick nipples. She smiled as I looked down at the triangle of thick, graying pubic hair. I could feel my hardening phallus push against the fabric of my cutoff jeans; I was hoping the legs were long enough to hide its sudden growth. "I just didn't want to make you feel awkward or think that an older woman was trying to lead you astray." I smiled, "You are too late for that; an older woman has already led me astray, of course I was eager and easily led." "Oooh, you must tell me about that sometime. By the way, since you have seen me nude on several occasions, I think it would be okay for you to call me Margaret when we are alone." I was desperately trying to keep from getting a raging hard-on in front of her; I kept telling myself, "Look at her eyes; look at her eyes." "I would be happy to, Margaret. I'm glad you don't go running for the house when I'm working in the back yard; I love seeing you nude." "Okay, you rinse off under the pool shower and come on in the Florida room; I'll fix us a snack and something to drink." She left her towel on the table for me to use and walked into the house. I marveled at the fluid motion of her mature body as she seemed to glide into the house. I kicked off my tennis shoes and stepped under the shower wearing my cut-off jeans; once they were reasonably clean I took them off and laid them in the sun to dry. The cool water on my body did lessen the heat that emanated from my loins. When I turned around, Margaret was standing at the door watching me shower; we smiled at each other then she turned and disappeared into the house. After several minutes of cool water running over my body I shut off the water and dried off; my phallus, while still a bit swollen, was again able to point toward my toes. As I walked into the sun room nude, Mrs. Steinman, ah...Margaret was slightly bent over placing towels on the sofa for us to sit on; I got a quick glance at her hair covered vulva through the hollow space between her thighs. My cock pulsed and expanded to its pre shower state. "Proper etiquette for nudist is to always have a towel to sit on; these are made just big enough to sit on and thick enough to be comfortable when sitting on wooden furniture around the pool." She looked at me and teased, "Of course it is also proper etiquette for men not to have an erection, but we won't be concerned about that now." Her eyes seemed to be admiring my erection instead of admonishing me. "I apologize, but considering you are one of only a few women I have ever seen nude I guess it's just showing off." She reached out and took my cock in her hand and laughed, "My husband was always bad about that too; he could get an erection at the drop of a hat. I often had to "take care" of it before we could leave our cabana to go outside on the beach. I would like take care of yours, if you don't mind." My engorged cock pulsed in her soft, warm hand. "I don't mind at all; my experience has been that my second erection lasts much longer than the first." Suddenly she was on her knees and her warm mouth engulfed my entire shaft; her nostrils flared a bit as the tip of her nose bumped against the fleshy mound covering my pelvis. She took a deep breath through her nose; I felt the constriction of her throat around the head of my cock. When she pulled back, my shaft was glistening with her saliva; her tongue danced around the edge of my glans and over the engorged, purple head. I wrapped her long braid around my hand and pushed my hips forward as her head took another plunge down my shaft. I felt her hand cup my cods then her fingers gave my sack a gentle tug. When her nose again made contact with my pelvis she shook her head from side to side as if to get the last fraction of an inch in her throat. I moaned loudly as she began bobbing her head up and down my shaft. In only minutes, my legs began to feel weak; my head was spinning. Her fingers slipped past my cod sack and I quickly felt pressure against the tight opening of my ass. I yelped as her finger sunk deep in my rear cavity and came to rest against my deep seated nut. My cods seemed to explode then spurt after spurt tore through my shaft and into her mouth; small rivulets ran down her chin. It took several minutes for me to regain my composure. "Oooh Margaret, that was wonderful!" She stood up and wrapped her arms around me and smiled. When I kissed her she pushed a load of salty, warm cream into my mouth with her tongue. We shared the creamy treat back and forth for several minutes before it was completely gone. Margaret sat down on the sofa then patted the towel for me to sit down beside her; I took in the beauty of her full, round breasts. Gravity and age had given them a gentle nudge causing their full, round bottom to rest against her rib cage while giving her hard nipples a slight upward tilt. "You are certainly a well endowed young man; I almost didn't get all of it in my mouth. My husband was also well endowed, but he was not circumcised and had a rather long foreskin that would tickle my throat and cause me to gag; yours looks so fresh and shinny." She quickly broke the spell and asked, "Would you like a glass of sherry?" I nodded; she poured us each a glass. It was my first experience with the rather strong, dry wine. We sat facing each other with an arm resting on the back of the sofa and a leg bent on the seat; I was again drawn to tuft of hair under her arm and the light covering of downy soft hair on her lower leg. We talked and laughed as we eyed each other's nude bodies; Margaret shared stories about her nudist colony experiences with her husband. The lips of her vulva were partially open displaying her exposed, pink labia; my cock was already beginning to swell. I noticed that her nipples hardened as she relived those younger days with her husband in which she often added some of their sexual exploits. Margaret poured us a second glass of sherry then said, "Were you serious about an older woman leading you astray?" "Yes, she was a nurse twice my age, but I guess you could say she was my teacher rather than my seductress; she was an excellent teacher too and I was a very willing student. I never considered her as leading me astray; she just got me started on the right path." Margaret smiled, "Please tell me more." As the warmth of the sherry spread through my body I told Margaret about my first sexual experience with my best friend's step-mother; an attractive, thirty-five year old nurse who married the doctor she worked for. The doctor was my friend's father and was twice her age; a few years after they married, he suffered a stroke and was unable to make his own house calls. As I told the story, Margaret's hand moved to her exposed genitalia, her breathing increased and several times her eyes closed for a few minutes then opened with a smile. I reached over and gently ran the backs of my fingers across her hard nipples; her fingers began slowly stroking her clit. I thought my cock would split wide open. When the story ended her fingers stopped moving and she smiled at me; I lifted her hand to my lips and tasted the sweet, glistening cream on her fingers. All of a sudden we heard a "Yoohoo." Before we could respond, a woman entered the room. "Oh my goodness, I didn't know..." She stammered realizing we were nude. Margaret and I stood up and moved toward the woman; there was no need for me to even try to hide my erection. Margaret introduced us, "It's alright Nora we were just sitting and talking," which was basically true when she walked in on us. "Nora, this is Will. Would you care to take of your clothes and join us?" Nora recovered from the initial shock of seeing us nude, but she made no effort to turn and leave as her eyes surveyed our bodies. She quickly became indignant, "Of course not; I'm a married woman; I couldn't display my body to another man," she stated emphatically as her eyes drop toward my erect cock. Margaret quickly challenged her, "So the stories of you modeling a red teddy from Frederick's of Hollywood for Carl, the mailman, aren't true?" The color drained from Nora's face and she began to stammer again, searching for the correct words to counter Margaret's assertion. Margaret moved close to her and put her hand on her shoulder; her bare breast pressed against Nora's upper arm, "Relax Nora, you are among friends and we are all adults here. You and I have shared secrets before, besides, I've had a few special delivery packages from the post office myself." I moved closer and held out my hand, "Hi Nora, it's a pleasure to meet you." She forced a smile, quickly glanced down at my erect cock, and extended her hand, "Will? You must be the lawn boy I have heard about at the courts." "Why don't you join us for a glass of sherry?" Margaret asked as she lowered the zipper down the back of Nora's bright flowered, summer dress. Still stammering she managed to get out, "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you," Nora was a somewhat attractive, slender, woman in her late forties; her horn rimmed glasses with a chain around her neck gave her a nerdy, June Clever look, but it was obvious that she was also a tense, nervous, tightly wrapped woman who showed signs of being sexually frustrated. When Margaret and I kissed her cheeks Nora smiled and tried to relax. She allowed us to slowly lower the top of her dress down her arms exposing her bra; to our surprise, the front of the bra had holes that allowed the rose pink nipples of her "B" cup breasts to protrude through the openings. You could tell she was nervous about our seeing her wearing the sexy, daring, bra. Margaret quickly put her at ease, "Oh my, look at you; that's very daring. You must be making some man very happy." I moved closer and lowered my face to deliver a kiss to each nipple; Nora giggled then nervously lowered her dress to the floor then stepped free from it. She made a quick but awkward modeling pose to show off not only her open nipple bra but her pink lace crotchless panties as well; her thick, dark, bush was displayed between two lace strips. "Nora! How daring and sexy you are; you look absolutely stunning," Margaret exclaimed; I quickly agreed, but I could tell Margaret had chosen her words carefully. Nora looked both erotic and a little ridiculous. Nora held up her arms to welcome us closer; my erect cock brushed against one bare thigh and Margaret's thick patch of pubic hair pressed against the other bare thigh as we had a threesome hug. Margaret unsnapped Nora's bra with one hand then pushed the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms. She pressed her breasts against Nora's breasts; I moved behind Nora, slipped my hands into the waist band of her crotchless panties, and pushed them down her shapely legs. Margaret and I pressed Nora between our bodies; my hard cock pressed against the soft cheeks of her ass. "Does it make you uncomfortable that another woman's nude body is touching yours?" Margaret asked Nora. "Well, I have just never been this close to another woman nude; I'm not a lesbian you know," Nora said nervously. "Neither am I, but that doesn't keep me from enjoying the touch and beauty of another woman." Nora did not respond, but I felt her body tremble as we rubbed our hands over her body. Margaret looked her in the eyes and asked, "Who were you going to model your sexy underwear for?" She lowered her head and admitted, "I had hopped Carl would like to see them on me when he delivered the mail today, but that old battle ax delivered the mail today instead." "Nora, is your husband still not taking care of your needs?" "No, it has been months since he has even looked at me let alone touched me." Margaret moved Nora's hand behind her back to my cock, "Would you like for Will and I to help you with that little problem?" I moved my hands between them and gently pinched both of their nipples together; Nora's hand reached behind her and gently squeezed my cock. She nodded her head and again her body trembled slightly. "Now that everyone is nude let's have that drink." Margaret announced and moved to fill our glasses with the remainder of the bottle of sherry. "How about a toast to friends and neighbors?" Margaret asked. Glasses touched with the usual clink then were tilted to drink. I added, "How about a toast to nude friends and neighbors?" "Yeah!" Echoed around as the glasses again touched then tilted to drink. Nora giggled then added as she looked at my swollen, but no longer erect cock, "How about a toast to hard...ah, working young men?" "Here, here!" Margaret and Nora exclaimed as we lifted our glasses to drain the last of the strong nectar. I took Nora by the hand and led her to the sofa, "This will take some team work." I sat down on the sofa then guided Nora to face away from me and sit down on my lap. "Margaret you will need to make sure everything is aligned just right then guide me where it will do Nora the most good." Margaret smiled as Nora opened her legs and adjusted herself on my lap. I pulled Nora against me and cupped her pert breasts and hard nipples in my hands. Margaret was on her knees between our legs; I felt her warm, wet mouth once again engulf my cock to restore it to its erect and engorged state. Once she was satisfied with it she teased Nora by rubbing its shinny, purple head through her slick, wet furrow. Nora moaned and wiggled her hips as Margaret continued to tease her. The Lawn Boy Ch. 01 Margaret held my cock away from Nora's wet, open vulva, "Look how slick and shinny your juices have made it," Margaret said as she looked up at Nora and smiled. Nora watched wide eyed as Margaret pursed her lips and lowered them over the glistening, slick head of my cock, "Mmmm, you taste delicious," she exclaimed again looking up at Nora. Nora's jaw dropped, "Margaret, I can't believe you did that; that is so naughty of you." She smiled at Nora, "Maybe I can teach you how to be naughty too." "Oh, I could never do that." Margaret asked, "Have you ever had Carl's nice, fat cock in your mouth?" Nora stammered without actually admitting that she had as I rolled her hard nipples between my fingers; she melted against me and slowly moved her hips. Perhaps she was thinking about my hard cock sinking deep in her cunt or maybe she was thinking about having Carl's "nice fat cock" in her mouth. Margaret pushed my cock lengthwise into Nora's furrow; the engorged head of my cock abutted against her clitoral sheath. Margaret told Nora, "If you have had Carl's cock in your mouth then you have done "that" because I've had Carl's cock in me on several occasions, as have a number of women in the neighborhood." Nora did not respond; her focus seemed to be on the hard cock lying between the splayed lips of her cunt. Margaret lowered her face between our legs, kissed my cods, then ran the flat of her tongue up the length of my cock; she did not stop at the end, but continued up the long sheath of Nora's clit. Nora was only able to moan her words, "Margaret, you are so terrible," but her hips grinding against Margaret's tongue gave away her true feelings. Margaret decided she no longer needed my cock as a prop to enjoy Nora's delicious treat; she guided it into the depths of Nora's hot, wet tunnel then buried her face in the furrow where my cock had been. I could not tell exactly what Margaret was doing but I could certainly feel her chin against the base of my cock and my cods at times. Whatever she was doing met with Nora's approval because her fingers were entangled in Margaret's hair pulling her face into her crotch. Within minutes there were sounds of grunting, groaning, yelping, and squealing. We were drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. As we unhooked from each other and tried to regain our composure and catch our breath, all the barriers were down; Nora no longer seemed nervous, tense, or defensive. We all exchanged kisses; Margaret asked Nora if she enjoyed the taste of her sweet nectar on her lips, Nora rolled her eyes. After Margaret had drained my cods of semen earlier I had managed to maintain my load throughout our threesome; I was ready, willing, and able for more from either interested woman. "I'm going to get us another bottle of sherry and close the front door before we draw a crowd with our noise," Margaret announced with a chuckle. After a short rest and a few glasses of sherry, Margaret announced, "It's my turn to enjoy some of this beautiful cock," as she reached toward me. Margaret pushed me down on the sofa and straddled me on her knees; she aligned the head of my cock with her wet lips then used it to pry the entrance of her tunnel open. With a slight flex of her knees she slid down the entire length of my shaft. She smiled at Nora and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, "When I am through it will be your turn to lick my juices off of Will's cock. Now, climb up here so Will can have a good taste of your sweet pussy." "Margaret, you are awful," Nora commented as she straddled my head facing Margaret. Margaret laughed as Nora lowered her crotch within striking distance of my tongue. I supported her firm round ass in my hands and opened her cheeks wide exposing her hair covered vulva, her dangling, wet lips, and the tightly puckered membranes protecting her rear passage; a passage that I was certain had not, as yet, been violated. Nora giggled as my tongue danced around the rim of her virgin ass; she exclaimed, "Will just put his tongue where no one has ever touched me before. I cannot believe you guys and the nasty things you do." Margaret guided Nora's hands to her full "C" cup breasts then began a slow grind of her pelvis against my pubic mound; my engorged cock wallowed in her hot, wet cocoon. Nora began to match her movements as my tongue lapped at her dangling, wet treat. It wasn't long before both women were wrapped in an embrace kissing and tonguing each other's mouth. I sucked Nora's long sheathed clit into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue. Nora moaned and bucked her hips covering my face with her dripping wet cunt. I slipped a finger into her tight ass; she quickly tightened her muscles and whimpered like a puppy then relaxed as I began to twirl my finger in the hot chute. Margaret changed from her slow grind to a quick bounce up and down my shaft. She took Nora's hand and held it tight against her clit. Within minutes both women were well on their journey; there would be no stops, their destination was within sight. They yelped, cried, and screamed at their victory. Everything stopped except their gasping for breath; Nora's body shivered briefly then she moved off of my face. Margaret stretched lazily like a cat then moved off of my hot, red cock leaving it glistening with her juices. Without a word, Nora moved on her hands and knees toward my cock; she first held it close to inhale her neighbor's aroma then began licking the sweet cream like a Popsicle. Margaret smiled then affectionately rubbed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft. "Darling, before you know it, I'll have you eating pussy like a pro," Margaret chuckled. We rested again, drank more sherry, and chatted about our afternoon tryst. During the conversation Nora commented about my putting my finger in her "bottom." That led the conversation to the topic of anal sex. Margaret asked, "Have you never had a lover who wanted to have anal sex with you?" "Not until Carl tried to, but I would not let him. My husband is my only other lover and he would never consider it." "Girl, you don't know what you are missing," Margaret retorted. It was easy to see that Nora was thinking about the subject by the expression on her face; she may even have brought up the subject because of her interest. I asked her, "Did you like having my tongue dancing around your anal opening and my finger probing it?" She smiled, "After I got over the initial shock it was pleasant," she paused, "When Carl first tried it, I promptly sent him packing." "But you have given more thought to it?" I asked. "Well, I've read an article in Cosmopolitan. It's hard to believe that you can put one of those in there," she said nodding toward my partially swollen cock. Margaret took Nora's hand and asked, "Would you like to see Will put his hard cock in my ass?" Nora chuckled, "Margaret, I have always thought you were a polished, Southern lady, but you talk like a drunken sailor." Margaret laughed then kissed Nora, "Look at Will and tell him you want to see him put his cock in my ass." Nora giggled like a school girl, turned red, and hid her face in her hands before she began to stammer to get those "dirty" words out of her mouth. She eventually spoke softly, "I want to see you put your cock in Margaret's ass." I got up to take a leak while Margaret went to get some lubricant. Nora entered the bathroom and watched intently as I emptied my bladder then shook the last few drops off. After I flushed she took her place on the toilet and began to dribble before creating a whizzing, steady stream to splash into the water below. "My husband and I have never seen each other pee; he always locks the door to use the bathroom. I like to watch a man pee and I like for him to watch me. Do you think that's strange?" "No, not at all," I told her as she reached for the tissue paper, "Here, let me help you," I tore off the tissue then slipped it between her legs and patted the last few drops from between the lips of her very hairy vulva. She smiled and thanked me as we washed our hands and returned to the sunroom. Margaret met us there with a small pack containing several wet rubbers (lubricated condoms). "I like these better than greasy stuff," She laughed, "Of course I have even used butter from the table," Which reminded me of the scene from the movie, The Last Tango in Paris. Once I was on my side on the sofa, the girls moved in to regenerate my erection with their warm, wet lips and darting tongues; in no time it was up and ready to go. Nora took over the task of putting on the slick, somewhat cold, rubber telling us that her husband always insisted they use them. "Of course they don't fit him like this; he is so small at they often slip off. He got mad at me when I suggested he put a rubber band on and wrap it several times to keep it in place." Margaret took her place on her side with her back against me; I held her top leg up to open her cheeks and give me access to her rear entrance. Without the rubber I would have been able to feel my way into the hair covered adit. As Nora sat beside us watching my close to her neighbor's ass I told her, "Nora, take my cock and line it up to get me started." With hesitation and a nervous look Nora, took my slick, latex covered cock and guided it to Margaret's ass. You could tell by her expression that she was concentrating on the task and wanted to do a good job, but was nervous about possibly having to touch "that" part of another person. It was obvious that Margaret had experience with anal sex and control of her body; once Nora had my cock aligned it only took a slight push and I slipped deep into her bowels. I immediately felt her milking my cock with her muscles. Nora watched in amazement as I began to fuck her neighbor's sweet ass. Margaret took Nora's hand and guided it to the large pleasure center between her large, puffy vulva, "Show me how you play with your pussy when your husband is at work and you start thinking about Carl's fat cock." "Margaret! I don't do that...well, I don't do it often," she stammered as her fingers began to move in the soft, wet, hair covered folds. "Nora, I'm thinking of you at home wearing your open nipple bra and crotchless panties, your fingers playing in your wet pussy, as Will fucks my ass," Margaret told her quietly as her breathing increased and Nora's fingers moved faster. "Oh yes, Darling; yes, that's the way we play with our pussies," Margaret panted as two of Nora's fingers slipped into her cunt. I was able to feel Nora's two fingers against the length of my shaft through the thin membrane as she slid them in and out of Margaret's slick, wet cunt. Nora stretched out in front of Margaret and began kissing her mouth as she finger fucked her neighbor in time with my cock fucking her tight ass. Margaret came with a loud cry and immediately pushed Nora's fingers from her juicy well. She squeezed my cock with her muscles then relaxed them and moved her hips away; my latex covered cock slipped out of the hot cocoon. Margaret guided Nora's hand to her mouth and ordered, "Lick my pussy off of your fingers." Nora obeyed without hesitation then smiled as Margaret leaned close to kiss her. When I got up to go to the bathroom, Nora quickly followed. She seemed to delight in removing the still slick rubber from my cock and holding my cock while I relieved myself; she shook it vigorously then lowered the seat to relieve herself. As she sat on the toilet with perfect posture, she again carefully examined my cock and kissed it several times as her stream splashed into the water below. "It looks much redder than it was; is that because of over use?" She asked. I chuckled, "Not over use, maybe just vigorous use." As she tore tissue from the holder she asked, "So it still might be in good condition for me?" She leaned to the side to dab the last few drops of pee; I took her face in my hands, kissed her, then replied, "I would be honored to be the first man to sink a hard cock in your sweet, virgin ass." We walked hand in hand, like two young lovers, back to the sun room. Margaret was still stretched out on the sofa like a cat after its nap; her nude body deliciously displayed as if she was posing for a bar room painting. She smiled as we entered the room. Nora announced, "It's my turn now!" Margaret reached for one of the remaining rubbers on the lamp table and handed it to Nora without disturbing her pose. I walked close to Nora as she struggled to open the package. Once open she gave my cock several warm, wet kisses to rejuvenate it rolled it down the shaft of my cock. Margaret still did not budge from her position of the sofa. She motioned for Nora to straddle her head, "I want to be in a position to help Will if he needs me too; lean forward and rest on your hands and knees." I don't think there is a more erotic or beautiful sight than a woman on her hands and knees in a feline like stretch; her firm, round bottom and wide hips poised and ready to be serviced by someone's engorged phallus while her smaller waist provides the perfect handles to control her every move. The widening taper of her back provides strength for her arms to push backwards against an assault and gives support for her dangling breast to recoil from the force. Of course, it is also a very erotic pose when she lowers her head and chest in a more sublime, submissive pose too. It did not seem to dawn on Nora that she was in a perfect sixty-nine position with her neighbor until Margaret opened her legs slightly and she was staring at the thick, triangle patch of pubic hair surrounding Margaret's exposed, pink, glistening labia; her face was only inches away. What if her arms got tired? Where would she rest her head? Her thoughts quickly changed to the pressure of something pressing against her rear orifice; she grunted and whimpered. My cods rested on Margaret's forehead as her hands opened the firm, round cheeks of Nora's ass offering me an easier target. I pushed my slippery, latex covered cock against the tight opening; at first it resisted then yielded to the pressure. Nora yelped and tried to move away, but Margaret and I held her in place. She relaxed as Margaret began to massage the puffy lips of her cunt and allowed the rest of my cock sink balls deep in her hot hole. I held onto Nora's hips and began to thrust against her rear flanks ass; she moaned and groaned as my slick cock moved in and out of her once virgin ass. Nora tried looking back over her shoulder at what we were doing to her, but there wasn't much to see. She switched arms supporting her weight trying hard to keep her face out of the hair covered treat between Margaret's legs. Finally her arms gave out and she lowered her head to Margaret's left thigh; her nose and mouth were just inches away from another woman's pussy. At first she didn't move, but a few minutes later her hand pushed against Margaret's bare thigh opening her legs wide enough for her fingers to once again sink into the soft, wet folds. Nora's fingers played in the juicy treat for several minutes then she put her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean; she repeated the process several times until Margaret raised her knees and opened them wide. Nora's face was between Margaret's thighs, her lips almost touching the glistening, tasty, pink lips of another woman's pussy. She hesitated for a minute then lowered her face into the delicious treat. Maybe Nora was just duplicating what Margaret was doing to her cunt as I fucked her ass or maybe she had just decided to find out why some women seemed to enjoy going down on another woman. Just because her husband wouldn't eat pussy was no reason for her not to give it a try. Judging by Margaret's reaction to being eaten out by her neighbor, Nora must have picked up on it pretty quick. In a short time there was more grunting, moaning, and hollering; it was a good thing that Margaret had closed the front door earlier. Margaret made a pitcher of Margaritas and we all moved out to the pool to shower and dry off. It was decided that we would get together again and invite Carl, the mailman to join us. Margaret suggested to Nora that she might enjoy having a double with Carl and me; her eyes widened at the idea. In time others were invited to join our escapades; one time we had as many as eight people, usually a few more men than women. I'm not sure if it was the wine or the sex, but Nora was a very different person when we finally left Margaret's; she was relaxed and completely mellow. There's no doubt that I could have become a millionaire had I continued with my lawn mowing business, but for some reason I became a teacher instead and made considerably less than that.