6 comments/ 108737 views/ 17 favorites The Education of Mrs. Connors By: BarbarouSevil Chapter One Peggy looked up from her Monday morning coffee, directly into Donna's questioning eyes. "Yeah, all right," she sighed, "I am bored. But so what? What should I do about it?" Donna smiled at her. "Depends on what you find boring," she answered sassily. "Is it because hubby's away too much?" "Partly," Peggy answered grudgingly. "And partly because when he is here, you're not gettin' enough, right?" Donna grinned. Peggy blushed. She looked at Donna with a rueful smile of her own. "Let's just say I'm a little frustrated with my life." She found that she couldn't tell Donna why. Donna might have been her neighbor and friend, but Peggy was afraid that Donna would laugh. At age 42, in the tenth year of a childless marriage, Peggy was often afraid that life was passing her by. Oh sure, Peter had a good job, with an income high enough that Peggy didn't have to work. But her life was so boring. And, as Donna had reminded her, sex wasn't part of the solution. Peter seemed to enjoy it. Judging from his moans when he erupted inside of her, he seemed to do just fine. But he didn't care at all whether Peggy enjoyed it. And she didn't; simply spreading her legs for a few minutes once a week, as she'd been doing since they were first married, was not all that stimulating. Peggy didn't think Donna would understand any of it. Although Donna had been a highly successful marketing consultant, she was "between jobs" now, as she liked to say. And she was in no hurry to get back to work, since she was also "between husbands," having just gotten a fat divorce settlement from her attorney husband. She seemed to be spending most of her time this summer lounging around the pool in her carefully landscaped backyard. "What you need is a good lover," Donna said. Peggy blushed again. Easy enough for Donna. Her neighbor's blonde All-American looks were the envy of all of the other women in the neighborhood. And Donna's voluptuous body showed no signs of 36 years of use. Most of the neighborhood women would have sworn that the attractive divorcee was in her mid-twenties. As a result, Donna didn't lack for male companionship. On several occasions during the last few months, Peggy, waiting for Peter to come home from yet another late night at the office, had seen various cars parked in Donna's driveway. Once she'd caught herself looking wistfully at her neighbor's bedroom window. Donna leaned forward conspiratorially. "What's the weirdest place you've ever fucked?" she asked. "Excuse me?" Peggy asked. "You know," Donna said. "Ever done it on the subway? Or on a plane?" "No," Peggy blurted out. How could she admit that the weirdest place was the bed she'd grown up in, the one with her stuffed animals on it? She remembered when she and her newly married husband had visited her parents for the first time, and he'd insisted that they make love while her parents were at church. "Oh, I don't know," Peggy said breezily. "Nothing special. Probably an Amtrak sleeper." "I did that," Donna smiled. "Isn't that great?" "So was that your weirdest place?" Peggy asked. "God, no," Donna said. "The weirdest was -- well, there was that time my boss and I did it behind a partition while there was a stockholder's meeting going on. Or the time Jim and I did it in an elevator on the way up to our hotel room while other people were getting on and off." Peggy's eyes grew wide as Donna continued. "But I'd have to say the weirdest was when I was, like, seventeen years old. This boy and I did it while I was sitting on a urinal in the boy's locker room in the middle of a basketball game." "Gross," Peggy said. "Yeah, I guess it was," Donna said, with a faraway look in her eyes, "but boy was he hung. Well, thanks again for the coffee. I'd better get back home." "Busy day?" Peggy asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. Fortunately, Donna was oblivious. "My older sister's son just graduated from high school," Donna said, "and I mentioned to my brother that I needed some yard work done this year. So Ken, my nephew, called me up and asked if he could earn a little extra money for college." "Gee, you must pay pretty well," Peggy laughed. "Oh, he doesn't need it for tuition," Donna explained. "He has a full athletic scholarship to Stanford. This is extra spending money." "Wow," Peggy said. "He must be some athlete." "I guess so," Donna said. "He's a swimmer. What with his schedule and mine, though, I actually haven't seen him for about four years now. He lives over in Centerville, but he's got his own truck, and he actually worked at a landscaping company last summer." "Send him over here when you're done with him," Peggy said. "Peter's never home enough to work in the yard and I've got some plans for improving the place." "I'll let him know," Donna agreed. "See 'ya, Peggy." "Bye," Peggy said as she began to clean up. After she had finished her housework for the day in mid-afternoon, Peggy decided to take a shower. She quickly stripped off the sweat suit she'd put on when she'd gotten up, followed by her bra and panties. Before she reached the bathroom, though, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. She playfully struck an exaggerated pose, standing with one leg in front of the other, her hands clasped behind her, and her shoulders thrown back. Not too shabby, she thought. Her boobs were just as big as Donna's, and nice and firm. Her body curved in all the right places, inviting the eye's attention to the thick, dark triangle between her toned legs. And her face was still damned attractive. Shoulder length dark hair, brown eyes, pert nose, thick lips -- maybe she could catch one of Donna's castoffs. The two girls were exactly the same size, as Donna's continued borrowing of Peggy's best gowns demonstrated. Suddenly the roar of a gasoline engine brought her out of her reverie. Peggy wheeled around, noticing for the first time that she'd forgotten to draw the shades before removing her clothes. Through the window, she could see a well-muscled youth cutting Donna's lawn with a riding mower. She quickly moved to the side of the window and pulled the shade down after one last look. She failed to notice the young man's eyes return to the same window, this time seeing only the white shade. Peggy stayed in the shower a long time, letting the hot water cascade down her body. She found it relaxing, and soon found her thoughts straying to Donna's nephew. She had dated a swimmer a few times in college, and remembered his strong upper body muscles and trim waist. He had dumped after their second date for a top-heavy cheerleader who was known around campus to have gone down on most of her professors. Peggy found herself wondering what it would have been like to have her arms around that thin waist, her hands with nowhere to rest during sex except on top of his sculpted ass. She wondered if Donna's nephew -- Ken, was it? -- was built like that. Her mind filled with a vivid image of his naked, young body just as she began to wash between her legs with her soap-covered washcloth. "Oh!" she cried. Her carnal thoughts had primed her hair-trigger sexual response, and now the pressure of the washcloth against her swollen mound was making it fire. "Oh, God," she moaned, slumping back against the stall as she lost her grip on the cloth. Her body began trembling. She bit her lip. "Kenny!" she whispered, her mind filling once again with the image of her neighbor's young nephew. Too shocked and ashamed at what had happened to touch herself, Peggy simply squeezed her legs together. But that was enough. "OH! OH! OH! OH!" she screamed, sinking to the floor as the water continued to pour off of her face and body. Her body shook with passion as her orgasm overcame her, stronger than she ever remembered feeling it during sex. "OH, GOD, YES!" she shouted, her voice finally becoming little more than a guttural moan. When she finally subsided, an embarassed Peggy hurriedly dried herself off and changed into jeans and a T-shirt. She was standing in her kitchen, contemplating dinner, when she heard a knock on the kitchen door. Her heart stopped as she opened the door to find Donna's nephew, wearing his shirt now, standing on her porch. "Um, hi," she said nervously. "Hi," the young man held out his hand. "I'm Ken Holmes. My Aunt Donna said you wanted some yard work done, so I figured I'd come over before I leave and see what it was. It might be easier if I kind of split my time rather than doing one house first and then the other." "Oh, sure," Peggy agreed, speaking much too quickly as she stepped outside into the back yard. "I haven't given this too much thought yet, but it would be nice to put a perennial garden in back there and maybe a border of annuals in front of it. Then, you see all that brush in that corner? I'd like all that cleaned out, and I want an herb garden in there. Does this sound like too much?" "Oh, no ma'am," Ken answered. "I've done some gardening around our house. You'll just have to buy the plants. I can get 'em here in my pickup, but you don't want me buying them." He smiled broadly, and Peggy couldn't help but smile in return. "I'll go with you," she volunteered. "Okay," Ken answered, "why don't I just start with that brush, and you can decide on the plants. Would you like me to cut your lawn, too?" "Sure," Peggy said. "My husband usually does it, but he's been traveling a lot lately." "Great," Ken said, "I plan on working every day except Thursdays, so I'll see you tomorrow." Peggy returned to her dinner preparations. Later that night, after a boring evening of television, she was surprised when her husband climbed on top of her. "But it's not Friday night," she said, puzzled but pleased. "I know," he said, fumbling with his cock before plunging it inside, "but I'll be gone for the next week and a half, starting Wednesday. I'll be back the Saturday after next." "When were you going to tell me that?" Peggy protested. "I just told you," Peter said. "Do you want to argue or make love?" Peggy submitted to Peter's wishes. Make love? she thought afterward. Is that what you call it? Doesn't that imply something mutual? Peggy was still feeling sorry for herself the next morning when Donna called to invite her for a swim. "It'll be fun," she promised. "Just us girls. Give you a chance to work on your tan." "All right," Peggy brightened up. She would work on a tan this summer. Digging through her chest of drawers, she found a bikini that she hadn't worn for about eight years. She usually showed up at Donna's pool in a frumpy blue one-piece suit. She pulled the two-piece on, delighted that her measurements hadn't changed. "Whoa!" Donna said as Peggy approached. "Aren't you the fox?" Peggy laughed. "I'm just working on that tan, like you suggested," Peggy protested. "Besides, with this fence around both of our yards, who can see us?" Donna smiled and Peggy sat down on one of the other lounge chairs. Turning onto her stomach, she quickly dozed off. "Hi!" Peggy woke up suddenly. Who was that? She turned, but the sun was behind the person who'd spoken. She tried shading her eyes. "Kenny, this is Mrs. Connors," Donna smirked. Peggy was blushing at how much skin she was showing the youngster, and Donna was clearly enjoying it. "We've met," Ken explained. "I introduced myself yesterday before I left." "Good," Donna said. "What are you going to do today?" "I thought I'd start on Mrs. Connors's brush pile," he said. As he walked away, Peggy took a long look at his cutoffs and T-shirt. "See something you like?" Donna broke in. Peggy turned quickly. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming?" she said. "What, and have you change back into that godawful blue suit?" Donna protested. "Deprive my own nephew of some cheap thrills?" "Oh, right," Peggy said. "I'm old enough to be his mother. Cheap scare more likely." Peggy turned over onto her back to let the sun complete its work. "I can't stay out here too long," she said finally, "or I'll fry. Give me your towel so I can go get a shirt." "My towel?" Donna asked. "Just walk over to your house." "It's bad enough that boy saw me in this," Peggy said. "I'm not going to start parading around in it like some teenager." Donna laughed but turned over the towel. Upstairs, Peggy picked out one of her husband's large shirts, but couldn't help but take a few minutes to watch Kenny working in the back yard. She glanced out at the pool and noticed that Donna was keeping a close eye on him as well. She shook her head. Donna was insatiable. Peggy grabbed the book she was reading and headed back for the pool. Just before she reached the door, though, she unbuttoned the shirt. I may be older than his mother, she reasoned, but that doesn't mean he might not want to look. That evening, she explained to Peter that she'd hired Donna's nephew to do some yard work. He grunted his assent before returning to the work he had to finish before leaving. The next morning, she dutifully packed his bag and drove him to the airport. On the way home, she stopped at the mall and then the grocery store. Peggy was about two miles from her house when the car died. She managed to glide it over to the curb, but was unsuccessful in getting it to start again. "SHIT!" she cried, pounding the steering wheel. "God damn him." She'd been after her husband for weeks to get her Jeep Explorer looked at, but he'd kept putting it off. And now it was too late. Grabbing her purse, she got out of the car, slammed the door, and started to walk. Five minutes later, she felt the first drop of rain. Focused on her anger, she had failed to notice the summer thunderstorm move in. "Oh, my gosh," she cried. She began to run, but had no chance of outrunning the storm. Before she'd gone another half a mile, she was soaked to the skin. "Mrs. Connors!" She turned toward the sound. "Kenny!" she said, relief flooding through her voice. He was in his pickup truck on the other side of the street. "Come on," he said, "get in!" She ran across the street, pulled open the door to his cab and climbed in. "What happened?" he asked. "I was driving home," Peggy began, "and . . . and . . . my car broke down . . . and . . . and then it started to rain and . . ." She burst into tears. "Hey, it's okay," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're fine now. Where's the car?" His touch was like an electric shock. She sniffed back her tears. "It's on Washington," she said quietly. "I was just going to home to get the other car and call the garage and then I was going to go get the groceries out." "How about this?" Ken volunteered. "We'll go take a look at the car and if I can't fix it, we'll just take the groceries back to your house and you can call the garage." Ken put the car in gear, giving Peggy her first chance to think. Turning to the side, she caught her reflection in the glass of the window. Oh, my God, she thought, I look like a drowned rat. And my clothes! Peggy realized that with her white slacks completely drenched, her bikini panties underneath were clearly apparent. And her white shirt didn't hide much of her bra, either. Fortunately, Ken's truck reached the car quickly. Just then, though, it started to rain even harder. "Well, I can't do anything in this," he said. "So let's get your stuff home, and I'll wait 'til it stops and then take a look at the car. No, no, you stay here, you're wet enough." Ken fetched her groceries from the back seat of the car and they drove home together in silence, quickly covering the two miles. "Oh, I guess the garage door opener is in the car," Peggy said. "Why don't you get the door while I bring the bags?" Kenny said. "Fine," Peggy agreed, hurrying to open the front door. She let herself in, and then ran through the house to let Ken in the back door. "Can I get you something to drink, Kenny?" she asked as she began to put away the groceries. "No, I'm fine," the young boy said quietly. "I'm sorry," Peggy said suddenly. "I just started calling you Kenny, didn't I? Do you prefer Ken?" "Kenny's fine," he blurted out. Something in the boy's voice made Peggy turn, and she realized that he had been watching her. "Oh, gosh," she said, remembering what she had looked like in the car, "I'm a mess, aren't I?" Without giving Ken a chance to respond, she ran upstairs. Her shoes were wet, though, and halfway up she slipped. "AAAHHHH!" she screamed. Falling backward, she managed to catch the stair railing with her left hand. Before she could decide how to free herself, Kenny came running from the kitchen. Without saying a word, he climbed the steps and took her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest as he took her into the bedroom. "I think you look great," he said softly. She looked up at him, every nerve in her body tingling. What should she answer? Thank you? Put me down? Get out? He had almost reached the bed. She had to decide. She looked into his deep blue eyes, her body luxuriating in the firm grip of his muscular arms. She thought of her husband, of her marriage vows. He placed her gently on the bed, her legs hanging over the end. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide. "Oh, Kenny," she breathed huskily. "Please . . . " The second word caught in her throat. Peggy watched Kenny peeled off his T-shirt, her heart beating wildly. He reached down and unzipped his jeans, pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them. Peggy caught sight of the bulge in Kenny's undershorts, and she subconsciously moistened her lips with her pink tongue. Kenny smiled and reached for her slacks. He quickly undid the button, and then she felt the zipper slowly slide over her pubic mound. Kenny's hands slipped under the waist and she lifted her hips. Kenny slowly pulled the pants over Peggy's thighs, his eyes lighting up as he saw the older woman's floral-patterned panties. After he had flicked off her shoes and tossed her pants aside, Ken suddenly dropped to his knees. "Kenny, what -- OH!" Peggy's mind raced as she felt his hot breath between her legs. "I want to eat your pussy," said the youngster. Peggy simply stared. She had read about this in the pornographic magazines that her husband collected, mistakenly thinking he was keeping them hidden them from his wife. And she was familiar with "giving head"; she had even tried it once after that slut had stolen her swimmer boyfriend in college. But she'd gagged the first time, and the guy laughed so hard she'd never done it again. But this was different. This was so totally woman-centered, so . . . "Oooooh," Peggy purred as Kenny's lips began nuzzling her love nest through the silky fabric. He began to press harder and move his mouth faster, and Peggy found herself squirming on the bed. "Kenny," she said breathily, reaching down and pushing her panties over her hips, "please . . ." Kenny took the hint, sliding the panties down Peggy's thighs as she lifted her legs high in the air. When he finally pulled them off of her ankles, she found her thighs on top of Kenny's shoulders, wantonly keeping her legs spread. He gripped her hips and his strong arms pulled her back to his mouth. "Yes, Kenny," she groaned, the profane words tumbling from her mouth, "eat my pussy." Looking down her body over the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, Peggy saw Kenny's eyes riveted on her glistening, wet mound. His tongue parted her labial lips and stabbed into her center. The brunette began writhing on the bed, finally reaching down and clutching at Kenny's head. "Oh, God, oh, God," Peggy chanted. The Education of Mrs. Connors Kenny's tongue seemed to be plunging deeper and deeper. And then suddenly he found her clitoris, nestled between the folds of her sex, and sucked it between his pursed lips. Peggy screamed, her body racked with spasms from the multiple orgasms that continued long after Kenny had withdrawn his tongue. "Oh, Kenny," Peggy panted, "that . . . that was . . . wonderful." Kenny sprang back to his feet, and climbed atop the older woman, sitting lightly on her stomach. He reached down and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He eagerly pushed it back off her chest, his eyes locked on Peggy's breasts. "Let me help you," Peggy's deep voice announced that she had become an active participant. Kenny stood up at the end of the bed while Peggy stripped off her shirt. Reaching behind, she undid the clasp on her bra. She could see the anticipation in the young man's eyes, and she teased him for a few seconds, slowly peeling one cup and the then the other to just above her red areolae. Finally, she slipped both cups off. "Mrs. Connors," Kenny said in an awed voice, "you have the most beautiful tits." "Thank you, Kenny," Peggy said. She leaned back on the bed, her arms outstretched to the boy. But Kenny had other ideas. He'd given the older woman what she needed; now it was his turn. The youngster quickly pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He eagerly climbed onto the bed, once again sitting lightly on Peggy's stomach. Caressing his well-muscled thighs, Peggy got her first look at the youngster's organ. It was obviously longer and thicker than her husband's, bigger, in fact, than any of the handful of men she'd slept with. "My, my," she said, clearing her throat to disguise her surprise, "aren't you a big boy?" "Yeah, I guess so," answered Ken matter-of-factly, though he was clearly pleased by Peggy's reaction, "but there are a few guys in the locker room with bigger dicks than mine." "That's hard to believe," Peggy smiled. Ken's cock was hard for her to believe. She was puzzled as to why he was sitting on her, though. "Don't you want to have sex with me?" she inquired. "First I want to fuck your tits," he answered. He reached down and cupped Peggy's breasts in his hands. He pushed them together around his cock, and as Peggy picked up her head to look down, she could see the bulbous head and two inches of the shaft nestled in the cleft of her chest. "Wait," Ken said, "I'll get you a pillow." Kenny leaned forward, bringing his cock and hairy testicles within inches of Peggy's face. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent. Not fully believing she was doing it, she playfully stuck out her tongue and licked the full length of his cock. After all, she thought, she owed the boy something for his own talented tongue work. "There," Kenny said, sliding the pillow beneath her head, "that'll make it easier." He settled back and once again surrounded his cock with Peggy's pillowy tits. Her chest was slick with the perspiration caused by Kenny's cunnilingus, and Kenny easily slid his cock forward and back. Peggy was enjoying the feel of his rigid erection pushing against the inner flesh of her breasts, as well as the way his thumbs were lightly rubbing her quickly hardening nipples. She noticed that after each stroke through his glans came closer and closer to her red lips. Peggy swallowed hard. Obviously her little tonguing had excited the youngster, and Kenny wasn't going to be satisfied with a single lick. But Peggy also wanted to do it; wanted to prove that she could; wanted to give her young lover as much pleasure as she'd taken from him. The next time he pulled back, she tentatively opened her mouth. She watched as his rod pushed back through, parting her breasts easily, and then it was in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it as Kenny slowly began to pull back, and she found herself sucking on the ridged head of his tool before finally kissing the glistening tip. "Mmmm, nice," he murmured. Peggy thrilled to hear him say so. She noticed that her nipples were nearly as hard as his cock by now. Too bad nobody was sucking them! But then it was her turn again, as Kenny's cock once again filled her oral cavity, this time penetrating even farther. She sucked at it again. Kenny remained in her even longer, letting her lash the underside with her quickly moving tongue. "Man," Kenny groaned, "gotta fuck that mouth." Lifting himself off of Peggy, Kenny moved forward on his knees. Before Peggy had time to say anything, her tits were between his strong thighs, his whole cock waving in front of her face. She reached up with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. As Kenny thrust his hips forward she held the youngster's prick to her lips. "Oh, yeah," he moaned as she began to lick it again. "That's right, baby, lick my balls. Oh, God. Now, time for that blow job." He reached down and held her head to the pillow with both hands. Pulling back, he positioned his pole at the entrance to her mouth. Peggy had no time to ponder the "moment of truth," to replay her previous cocksucking experience and make herself nervous about her performance with Ken. The young boy's cock slipped through her open lips and plunged deep into her mouth. Peggy was in for a suprise, though. The thick organ slid in and out of with ease. She began to bathe the tip with her tongue on its travels. Kenny was doing most of the work after all, literally fucking her face. "Mmmmmfffff, nnngggghhh," she moaned, clearly excited by her own newfound talent. "Your mouth is so hot," Kenny groaned after several minutes of increasingly fast-paced activity. "If I don't pull out soon, I'm gonna . . . fuck, too late! Here it comes!" He started to pull back but Peggy grabbed his ass with both hands and held him tight. She felt his cock jerk, and then suddenly he erupted in his mouth. Now that she had it, though, she didn't know what to do with it. When her husband ejaculated inside her, it never felt like much. But this was a fountain. Her mouth soon filled to overflowing, coating Kenny's penis and leaking out the sides of her mouth. Kenny finally got off the brunette and Peggy headed for the bathroom with a full mouth. Emptying Kenny's sperm into the sink, she rinsed her mouth out with water. After cleaning her face, she returned to the bed with a warm washcloth. Kenny was lying on his back, a satisfied expression on his face, and he simply watched as Peggy tenderly cleaned his semi-hard cock off. "God, you're amazing," he said wonderingly. "Thanks," Peggy smiled, "You're pretty amazing, too." "You know," Kenny said, "I think the rain has let up." "Excuse me just a minute," Peggy said, "I have to visit the ladies' room." By the time she had cleaned herself up, Kenny was gone. But he had left a note on the bed explaining that he was going to take advantage of the rain having let up to go try to fix her car. Peggy raised an eyebrow. At least he wasn't falling asleep like her husband, but auto repair? She pulled on some dry clothes and went downstairs to fix herself some tea. Once in the kitchen, though, she decided on something stronger. It was 5:30, after all. A gin and tonic would be nice. As she sat drinking it, Peggy's doubts and insecurities returned, the ones that Kenny had magically made disappear when he slid his head between her thighs. She was happily married, wasn't she? Well, married at any rate. She'd taken vows. She rationalized that she hadn't really broken, since she and Kenny hadn't had sex. So she hadn't really been unfaithful, had she? She smiled softly. God, it would be nice to have that cock inside me, though, she thought. When Kenny returned, after Peggy had nearly finished her second drink, she had made up her mind. When she opened the kitchen door, he stepped inside and hooked his fingers inside her jeans, pulling her close. She put her arms up against his chest, holding him away. "Kenny," she said, "I don't think -- God, you're soaked!" "It started raining again," he said, "but your car's fixed." "You should get out of those clothes," Peggy said. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll dry your clothes for you." "Okay," Kenny said, his young eyes showing his confusion over Peggy's greeting. "Do you have a robe or something?" Kenny asked as he entered the bedroom. "Sure," Peggy said. She handed him a robe she'd once given her husband as a present. He'd never worn it, saying it was too short. That was the point, Peggy remembered thinking. Kenny changed in the bathroom while Peggy waited outside. He emerged with his clothes and handed them to the older woman. Peggy couldn't help but look at the long muscular legs revealed by the robe. She swallowed hard, and left the room. Kenny smiled to himself. When Peggy returned, the young boy was already in the shower. Peggy realized that it would become dark soon, and crossed the room to draw the shades. The last thing she would want Donna to see was her young nephew walking around her neighbor's bedroom wearing a robe. On her way, she glanced back at the bathroom. And gasped. Kenny had left the door open, and she had an unobstructed view of the shower. And because they had just recently installed a brand new plexiglass shower stall, she had an unobstructed view of Kenny as well. The youngster was turned sideways, his back to the showerhead. He was washing his hair, but Peggy wasn't paying attention to that. Her eyes were locked on his cock. Ken's thick meat jutted straight out from his trim body. Peggy licked her lips as he reached for the bar of soap and began to lather up. Soon he'd be cleaning his own organ. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. His hand slipped lower and then suddenly, there it was, his hand fisting his cock, sliding back and forth its smooth, lathered surface. She looked down and noticed that her own hand was curled as if it were her in there. As if she was jacking him off, about to spray his second round of ammo all over her creamy, white skin. Ken finished his shower unaware that he had ever been watched. He reached for the fluffy white towel, catching a whiff of Peggy's sweet fragrance. He buried his head in the towel and took a deep breath. Finally, he sighed and hung up the towel. Tying the sash of the robe around him, he walked into the bedroom. The sight of Peggy sprawled on the bed would have stopped him short anyway. But the sight of Peggy in a filmy, light blue peignoir, lying on the bed with her legs open and a big smile on her face certainly had its intended effect. "Kenny," Peggy said huskily. She writhed sensuously on the bed, and as she did her peignoir rode up. She wasn't wearing the frilly panties that went with the lingerie, and Kenny could see that the black nest between her white thighs was glistening. "Kenny," she said again, "I want you." She reached down and inserted a finger into her cunt. Bringing it out, she traced it down her thigh, leaving a wet track. Smiling, the youngster undid his robe and let it drop to the floor. Peggy's eyes were locked on his prick. "I need it," she said greedily. "Put it in me." He climbed between her legs, watching her body seethe beneath him. Pushing her peignoir up under her neck, he lowered himself on top of her, crushing her breasts beneath his chest. "Kenny, please," she whined, reaching down with both hands and fitting his cock to her opening. "Please what?" he teased her. "Please fuck me," she whispered. He thrust forward, his cock quickly penetrating the well-lubricated entrance. "OH, GOD!" she cried. She'd been playing with herself ever since she had stumbled out of the bathroom, her mind filled with what she'd seen. Her pants and panties had been pushed to the floor, and with one hand busy caressing her slit, Peggy had managed to tear off her shirt and bra with the other. When she heard her young lover turn off the shower, she had quickly thrown the clothes in the closet, and impulsively pulled her best lingerie from a drawer and slipped it on. Once back in the bed, though, as Kenny toweled off, she had begun fingering herself again. Now her body was more than ready for its youthful invader. He filled her immediately, without tenderness, and her orgasm followed just as swiftly. Her legs trembled, and she dug her nails into Kenny's muscular ass. "OH!" she cried before any other words were lost in an unintelligible scream. And still, he had only thrust himself inside of her once. He pulled back as she slowly began to subside, and then slowly pushed forward again. She came again, and continued to ride her climax as he began to pound her cunt with relentlessly. She tried to meet him, to establish some sense of pace, by tightening the muscles of her butt and forcing herself higher, but lost control of her body again and again, crying out and biting his shoulder. "Kenny, Kenny, Kenny," she called when she had caught her breath again, sure she could not stand to have her body surrender itself like this for much longer, "I ca -- ca -- ca -- OH, SHIT, FUCK ME!" He didn't have to be told. He knew he was already giving her exactly what she needed. When he finally stopped deep inside her, stiffened, and emptied his cannon in her, she came with him one last time. He held himself above her on his strong arms, looking down at her with a smile. Christ, she thought, he isn't even breathing hard. Peggy couldn't make the same claim. Her chest was heaving, her body slick with the perspiration that had matted her hair to her head and ran down her breasts to her already soaked pussy. Ken pulled out of her, his still hard cock leaving an emptiness behind that Peggy had never experienced before. He lay down beside her. Peggy had a momentary pang of guilt, as a picture of her husband flashed through her mind. Fuck him, she smiled. She curled her body under Kenny's arm and buried her face in his nearly hairless chest. Kenny left a while later, dropping Peggy off at her car. She was tempted to give the boy a long, tongue-filled kiss before she left his truck, but she knew too many people who used this street. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said shyly. "Friday," he reminded her. Kenny smiled broadly, and Peggy climbed out of the truck. Peggy spent Thursday by the pool with Donna, ashamed to tell her neighbor what she'd done with her nephew. Chapter Two The next day, Friday, was an important one for Peggy. Several years ago, she had joined a local conservation group, and tonight was the annual meeting of the group's board of directors. A few people intended to nominate her for vice-president, and she'd been asked to attend the meeting. Peggy was thrilled. A decade of home-making had left her terribly unsure of herself. This would be recognition of talents that nobody had valued for quite some time. She dressed carefully, selecting a black, knee-length dress from her closet. It had been so long since she'd worn it that when she tried it on and looked in the mirror, she burst out laughing. Her white bra and panties were clearly visible through the translucent material. Still chuckling, she pulled out a black bra from the very back of her drawer, and finally found a pair of panties to match. She giggled as she twirled in front of the mirror. The bra had lacy mesh cups, while the frilly panties didn't come close to covering her ass. Kenny was outside putting mulch on Donna's flowers. Maybe she should call him up -- this was the sexiest underwear she owned. Better not, she thought regretfully, I wouldn't want to miss this meeting. She finished quickly, putting on dark panty hose and a pair of two-inch black heels before sliding back into the dress and zipping up the back. Hurrying from the house, she saw Kenny and Donna talking across the yard. "Don't you look nice," Donna said. "Got a hot date?" Peggy blushed. "No," she explained, "I have a meeting. Oh, Kenny, I left your check on the kitchen table. The back door's open, so help yourself." Peggy was glowing that evening when she left the meeting. The board unanimously agreed to nominate her for the vice-presidency, virtually assuring her election at the upcoming annual meeting. She eagerly accepted an invitation from two other couples for a celebratory glass of wine. Her only regret was that she wasn't part of a couple that thought that this was worth celebrating. Peter couldn't have cared less about her club work. But that wasn't enough to dowse her spirits, and, with three glasses of wine warming her, she found herself singing with the radio all the way home. As she turned into her driveway, though, her heart stopped momentarily. Had she left the garage door open? She never did that. And whose car was that inside? In the twilight, she couldn't see clearly. As she was about to turn around and leave, she realized that it was a pickup truck. Kenny's pickup truck, to be precise. She smiled to herself. Maybe she had somebody to celebrate with after all. She pushed open the door. "Kenny?" she said. The kitchen light was on, and there was Kenny's letter jacket hanging from one of the chairs. But the youngster was nowhere around. She noticed that another light was on in the foyer. Her whole body tingled as she followed it. "Kenny?" she called again. Upstairs, another light in the bedroom. Not the bright overhead light, but a small, bedside lamp. She tiptoed inside. "Kenny?" she whispered. "Don't move," he said. His words seemed fuzzy, and she attributed it to her drinking. She stopped in front of the bed, her heart beating wildly. He stepped up behind her, and it was all she could do to keep from turning around and throwing herself at him. But she knew he must have something even more exciting in mind. She felt his hands at the hem of her dress. He slowly lifted it up, higher and higher, revealing first her stocking-covered panties and then her black bra. She smiled, glad now that she'd worn this set of lingerie. But Kenny hadn't unzipped her dress, and now he was pulling it up, over her head. She lifted her arms in the air, wondering what he had in mind. It didn't take long for her to find out. With his left hand holding her dress above her head, Kenny used his other hand to gently push Peggy forward. She got the idea quickly, kneeling on the bed. When he grabbed her waist and pulled her dress forward, she dropped down on her elbows. He hooked his hands in her stockings and slowly slid them down to her knees. Prodded by a light slap on each thigh, Peggy raised each knee in turn and let the youngster pull down her stockings. He carefully removed each of her high heels, pulled off the stockings, and slipped the heels back on. With her dress draped over her head like a veil, Peggy felt wholly submissive. Her body, clad only in mere slips of lingerie, was now Kenny's to do with as he pleased. Her almost naked rear end waved in the air, its firm white cheeks almost begging Kenny (she hoped) to divide them with his cock. Her breasts hung beneath her, still encased in their bra. She wondered why Kenny hadn't removed it. She could sense Kenny still standing behind her, waiting. It was getting to be more than she could bear. She wantonly wiggled her ass at him, and got her reward when she felt his fingers pulling her panties halfway down her thighs. "Are you wet?" Kenny asked. "I'm soaking," Peggy groaned from beneath her dress. "Show me," Kenny ordered. Peggy eagerly pulled the front of the dress, now underneath her, down below her face. Balancing on her left forearm, she knifed her right hand beneath the dress and up between her legs. Her first and third fingers easily parted her swollen cunt lips, and she slowly slid her middle finger down the length of her slit. "See?" she moaned. The Education of Mrs. Connors "Very nice," Kenny said. She removed her hand and slipped it back inside her dress. She felt him climb onto the bed, her anticipation building every second. He reached forward and (finally!) unsnapped her bra. The pressure of her heavy breasts against the light mesh cups pulled the straps off of her shoulders and part of the way down her still-clothed arms. Peggy felt him lean forward, his cock pressed flat against her ass. His hands squeezed her tits. His hands felt rougher than before, but then he'd never treated her this roughly before. She snuggled back against his flat stomach, feeling his cock move between her cheeks. "Fuck me," she whimpered quietly. He pulled back, his cock poised at the slippery entrance. "Fuck me!" she said louder, without result. "FUCK ME!" He granted her wish, his thick organ ignoring her petty defenses and penetrating to her very center. "OHHHHH!" she groaned. He seemed bigger than before, but this was the first time she'd been taken from behind. Maybe it just felt different. His next thrust drove all of the conscious thoughts from her mind. "FUUUUUCK!" she groveled hoarsely. In the furthest reaches of Peggy's subconscious, it may have registered that her young lover was setting a much more even pace than he had two nights before. That he was slowly, deliciously withdrawing his fearsome spear, and then sliding it home. But her body wasn't using her mind. Or if it was, it was only as a receptacle for the delicious sensations transmitted from her pussy. "NNNGGHHHHH!" Peggy cried gutturally. She had twisted her dress and was clenching the fabric tightly in her fists. She had surrendered totally to her feelings now, whimpering as the thick log alternately filled and vacated her tight vagina, squirming as her lover kneaded her two breasts like bread dough. The first sign of climax, the first spasm, shot through her when her pussy was empty. She pushed back, knowing that when the tip of that cock hit her sensitive walls she would come. But he seemed to know it, too. He held back, teasing the older woman with her own orgasm. "FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" she sobbed. And he did. And it was wonderful. "YES!" Peggy cried, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Her body shook as its most basic need was completely fulfilled. And when, after several more thrusts, the cock inside her began to pour out a river of sperm, she climaxed again. Catching her breath, she looked down at her wrinkled, sweat-drenched dress. She smiled. The cleaning bill was a small price to pay. He let go of her breasts, put his hands on her hips and pulled out of her. Meanwhile, she began pulling the dress back over her head. Suddenly she stopped short. There was a well-muscled leg on either side of her head. She looked up between them at a naked, erect cock being stroked by a strong hand. She continued looking up, her eyes widening as she took in the washboard stomach, hairless chest, and beautiful face of her young lover, Kenny. "Kenny!" she exclaimed. "But --" He looked at her with a smirk and reached forward, pulling her face within inches of his cock. "I told you I'd seen bigger cocks than mine," he said. "I just thought you'd want a taste of one." She continued to stare up into Kenny's face for a long minute, searching it for a sign of the boy she'd been with on Wednesday. She was aware now that he too had been drinking, but she was still unwilling to believe that her young friend had invited a guest. Behind her she heard someone getting dressed. "Thanks, Ken," a deep voice said. "She's one hot little wench all right." "See ya, Bud," Kenny said, before looking back down at Peggy. "Like you said, the back door's always open. How 'bout a nice blow job for me before I have to go home?" "You son of a bitch!" Peggy exploded. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She pushed herself back on her thighs, her dress falling around her once again. "But I --" Kenny began, genuinely puzzled at her reaction. "You what?" Peggy thought. "You thought that I was some sort of toy you could share with your little friends? You think I'm some sex-starved old lady that'll spread her legs for any action she can get? Why don't you just go home, you pathetic little boy." Kenny had no answers. He silently dressed and hurried from the house, leaving Peggy sobbing quietly on the bed. Peggy didn't fall asleep until 4 the next morning, after finishing nearly another bottle of wine. At times she was furious with Kenny, and once even picked up the phone to report a rape. She just as quickly put the phone down, a vivid image of the cross-examination filling her mind. "And then you let him lift your dress up without protest, Mrs. Connors? And remove your stockings and pull your panties down? And then you pried your vaginal lips apart with your fingers, Ms. Connors? And then you asked him, no, begged him to fuck you?" She became furious with herself, that she had ever allowed Kenny to reach her at such a deep emotional level. And finally she cried some more. She awoke at noon to the ringing doorbell. She found she'd slept in the nude, and hurriedly threw on a robe. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Donna asked. "No, I'm fine," Peggy said. "Rough night, hon?" asked Donna. "Kinda, yeah," Peggy shrugged it off. "What's up?" "My new boyfriend, Frank, invited me to a week at his condo in the islands," Donna said, nodding over her shoulder at a man sitting in an expensive sports car. "Can you water my plants for me, and take in the mail and stuff? I didn't have any time to arrange it." "Sure," Peggy said, accepting the key. "They kind of need to be watered now," Donna admitted, "or tomorrow if you can. Thanks, hon." Peggy wasn't surprised to find Kenny at her door later that afternoon. After all, the boy still had to earn some money. But she was surprised at the pain in his voice. "Can we talk?" he asked plaintively. "Maybe we'd better," Peggy answered dully. "Come on in." By then, Peggy had thrown on an old sweat suit. They sat down in the kitchen, and Kenny took a deep breath. "I wanted to say how sorry I am," Kenny said. "It was a really stupid thing to do." "That's right," Peggy said, "it was. What were you thinking?" "I wasn't," Kenny said. "I got drunk, and I started bragging about how I'd made love to the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen." Peggy couldn't help blushing. "And Bud kept saying I was bullshitting him," Kenny said, "so I decided to prove him wrong. He's a couple years older than me, and he's always been the most popular kid in town. I guess I got carried away. I'm sorry." "So now the whole town knows we slept together?" Peggy asked nervously. "Oh, no," Kenny said quickly. "I never told anybody your name. Bud was so drunk he doesn't even know where we were last night." "It's too bad," Peggy sighed. "I thought we had something real nice." "Please don't say it's over," Kenny pleaded. "Please. Give me another chance." "I don't think it'll work," Peggy said. "I'm forty two years old, Kenny, and you're what? Eighteen?" "But --" Kenny began. "Kenny, don't," Peggy said abruptly. "Don't make this harder on both of us. You can work here this summer. But Wednesday night was a one-time thing. Okay?" "I guess," Kenny said. "Thanks, Kenny," Peggy said, unwilling to meet his eyes. Taking the cue, Kenny got up and left, just failing to see the tears trickling down Peggy's face. The telephone startled Peggy. She didn't really want to talk to anyone, though, and decided to let the answering machine pick it up. "Hi, this is Peter," her husband said. "I just wanted to call and say hi. I'm at the Hilton in San Diego. Room 1210. Call me. Bye." Peggy waited a few minutes, and then called him back. "Hi, I just missed your message," she said cheerfully. "How are things?" Peter asked. "Fine," she said, eager to share her news. "I was elected vice-president of the Council yesterday." "Sounds like a lot of work," he grunted. "Look, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be here another week and a half. I'll call if I get done sooner, but I wouldn't count on it. You gonna be all right?" "Oh, I'll be fine," she said sweetly. "Good," he answered. "Bye." "Bye, darling," she said, putting the phone down. "Fucker!" Peggy was seething with anger and frustration. He hadn't even bothered to act happy about her election. And even worse, he assumed that helpless little Peggy couldn't get along without him. She began to cry all over again. "Mrs. Connors?" Kenny was calling from the back door. "Just a minute," she called. Quickly trying to compose herself, Peggy walked to the door. "I just wanted to say congratulations," Kenny said through the screen. "I saw in the newspaper that you're vice president of the Woodland Council. So I just -- are you okay?" Peggy was standing behind the door, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Kenny," she sobbed. He opened the door and she was in his arms in a second. He simply stood there, letting her cry, uncertain what had triggered her reaction. After a few moments, she told him about her husband's reaction. He quietly led her into the living room, where she sat on his lap and cried some more. Finally, she fell asleep, and Kenny once again carried her upstairs. This time, though, he simply covered her with a blanket and left. Peggy awoke early on Sunday morning. She stripped off the clothes she'd slept in, and ran through the shower. With several hours to kill until the 11 o'clock church service she usually attended, she decided to see to her neighbor's plants. Throwing on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt, Peggy walked over to Donna's. Peggy finished watering the plants downstairs, all of which she'd seen and admired before, and headed upstairs. She'd never been upstairs in Donna's house before, and decided she'd better see if her neighbor had any plants there. A quick check of the first two bedrooms she came to produced no plants. The second bedroom, in fact, had no furniture at all. A half-open closet door revealed a surprising array of video equipment. It seemed like an odd hobby for Donna, Peggy thought. Donna's main bedroom, dominated by a king-sized waterbed, did have some plants, and Peggy carefully watered them. The attached bathroom had no plants, though, and Peggy walked back through the bedroom. On her way, Peggy stopped, puzzled by the odd arrangement of the room. Finally, she figured it out. She would have put the bed against the outside wall, between the two windows. Donna's bed, however, was against the left-hand wall, facing a low dresser with a very large mirror above it. To the right of the dresser was a television and video cassette recorder. Peggy idly picked up one of the cassettes from a pile. "Captain Outrageous?" she said aloud, reading the handwritten title of the tape. "I wonder if that's like Captains Courageous? I just love Gregory Peck." Peggy found the remote control on Donna's night table, and slipped in the tape. She eagerly climbed into Donna's bed as the tape began to play. Peggy's mouth dropped open. The opening shot was of the very bed in which Peggy was lying. An airline pilot was standing ramrod straight, facing the door on the right. The camera appeared to have been set up on the dresser, although the shot was too wide for that. Suddenly, Peggy realized that she was looking at a two-way mirror, and that the closet with the video equipment was directly behind the mirror. "Oh, my God," she gasped. Donna had entered the picture now, wearing a slinky black knee-length dress and five-inch black stiletto heels. The dress was low-cut in front and back and had little cutouts along each side. Finally, a long slit up the front showed a lot of leg as she approached the pilot. There was no sound, so Peggy simply saw Donna silently drop to a squat. Sitting on her thighs, the blonde smiled up at her pilot and the reached for the zipper of his pants with her right hand. She slowly pulled it down and then, putting her left hand on his hip to steady herself, brought out an enormous cock. "Jesus!" Peggy cried, staring intently at the screen. Once again Donna smiled at her partner, and then closed her eyes and lovingly opened her mouth. "She can't!" Peggy gasped. But Donna could, and Donna did. The thick tube steak slid easily into the blonde's widely stretched lips as her well-manicured hand gripped the base. The pilot dropped his hands to Donna's head, entwining his fingers in her mane. Peggy slowly slid her own hand down underneath her shorts and began to rub her own slit as Donna expertly caressed the rigid tool with her lips and tongue, all the while stroking it with her hand. By the time Donna's hot mouth had its intended effect, Peggy was moaning, three of her fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt. She watched with heavily lidded eyes as Donna pulled her mouth off and wrapped both hands around the meaty prick. Pumping it for all she was worth, the blonde sprayed her open mouth and neck with her partner's spurting jism. "Fuck!" Peggy cried, frantically trying to reach orgasm before the action stopped. It was too late. The sudden sound of a gasoline engine briefly roaring to life startled the sweat-drenched brunette. Her heart pounded as she jumped up and looked out the window. Unaware he was being watched, Kenny was trying to get her lawnmower started. Peggy watched the boy work while the video moved on to a session of straight sex. Finally, Peggy clicked off the TV and VCR and opened Donna's closet. She smiled. * * * Kenny took a deep breath before once again pulling the carburetor off of the Connorss' lawnmower. Although he'd gotten it started once, it had died immediately. And he had spent the last 20 minutes trying unsuccessfully to figure out why. Suddenly he noticed a shadow on the engine block. He looked up slowly, first seeing a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels. His eyes traveled further up, taking in a pair of elegant legs swathed in silk stockings. Further up, a black dress took over at the knees, although a slit right in the center went halfway up the luscious thighs. Above the trim waist, the dress gave way to an expansive view of the tops of two voluptuous breasts. And finally, on top, the gorgeous face of his former lover, Peggy. "Mrs. Connors!" he gasped, belatedly realizing that the look on Peggy's face was one of naked lust. Kenny stood up, his growing erection clearly evident in his black jeans, while Peggy dropped to her haunches. Kenny couldn't help but looking down at the older woman's magnificently displayed cleavage, despite the fact that he'd seen her fully naked only two days before. Peggy greedily reached for Kenny's zipper and yanked it down. As Kenny stared in silent disbelief, the brunette reached inside the youngster's briefs and extracted his cock. With four fingers of her right hand curled over the root and her thumb wrapped underneath, Peggy slowly opened her mouth. "Oh, God," Kenny moaned as the older woman hooked the fingers of her left hand into his pants pocket and pulled him close, her mouth enveloping his cock in velvet heat. Peggy eagerly began to fellate the youngster, just as she had seen Donna do on the film. Where two nights ago she had been essentially passive, simply lying on the bed as her lover fucked her face, she was now in charge, lovingly applying her lips and tongue to Kenny's pleasure. "But, Mrs. Connors, you said -- " began a confused Kenny. Peggy slowly pulled her mouth off of his organ and moved her left hand down to rub the now slippery tool. She smiled up at Kenny. "It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind," she said softly. And before Kenny could respond she once again swallowed his cock. Peggy gurgled happily as Kenny groaned above her. After a few minutes spent running Kenny's prick in and out of her mouth, with an occasional break to run her tongue along its length and lash its tip, she could feel Kenny's body begin to tighten. Peggy reveled in her power. She might have been a novice cocksucker last weekend, but now she'd had one practice session with Kenny and a video lesson courtesy of Donna. She wondered if Donna had any other instruction tapes. She didn't have long to think about it, though. She felt the first blast from Kenny's cock and was determined to enjoy it as her teacher had. Pumping Kenny's cock like a double-action shotgun, Peggy aimed it down her throat and hosed herself down with the youngster's wads. Finally, she caught the last spurt on her tongue and, looking directly up into Kenny's brown eyes, swallowed it. "I want you hard again," she said hoarsely. "Now." Kenny just gulped. Peggy dropped to her knees this time and took Kenny's soft dong into her mouth. It didn't take her long to revive his young organ and she once again got to her feet. Leaning back against the brick wall of her house, she reached down and pulled her dress up revealing a black garter belt that held her stockings in place, and nothing else. "Fuck me," she said, her voice half-commanding and half-pleading. "Yes, ma'am," Kenny smiled. Stepping forward, he wrapped his hands around Peggy's thighs and effortlessly hoisted her into the air. Kenny pinned her against the brick wall and she felt his swollen cock at the entrance to her cunt. "Fuck me, lover," the brunette growled. Kenny was already on his way. Peggy moaned as his cock penetrated her, sinking all the way to its hilt on its first thrust. "I'm so fucking wet," Peggy hissed. "Oh, God, that's my baby, keep fucking me. Oh, shit, your big cock feels so good inside me. I feel so full, I -- Oh, shit, I'm going to come . . . Oh, God, Oh, OH, OH, OH!" In the back of her mind, the well-bred Peggy realized that pretty soon the whole neighborhood would be able to hear her screaming. Shit, she thought, pretty soon they'll be able to hear my sloppy, squishy pussy being rammed by this young stud. But Kenny's powerful fucking was making it hard for her to keep silent. Throwing her arms around Kenny's neck, Peggy leaned forward and bit her hand to keep from screaming. "You like this, huh?" Kenny asked. "Oh, yes, Kenny," Peggy whispered when she could catch her breath. Peggy had two more orgasms as Kenny continued his seemingly effortless stroking. But just when the brunette wondered how much more of it he could give, and how much more she could take, Kenny exploded inside her, sending her into a final, gut-wrenching climax. Kenny released his iron grip on Peggy's thighs, and set the older woman on her feet. "Kenny," she said breathlessly, leaning weakly against the house, "I --" Kenny had to reach out to prevent her from falling. As she looked at him, she thought she saw a glimmer of cruelty in his smile, an echo of the sadism she'd thought she heard when he had asked her if he liked being fucked like this. "Kenny?" she said questioningly. "I'm glad you changed your mind," he said, the old Kenny returning just as quickly. "I guess I'd better get back to work. It's almost ten-thirty and I haven't got your lawnmower started." "Ten-thirty?" Peggy gulped. "Oh, gosh, I forgot all about church." She hurried off toward the back door on wobbly legs, thinking only that she couldn't dare miss Sunday services. But she turned at the corner and gave Kenny a lascivious smile. "I'll see you at about one, young man?" she tried to sound sexy. "I'll be here," Kenny answered. Peggy quickly washed herself off and changed into a green dress and black stockings for church. Sitting in the service, she felt herself blushing. The sermon for the day was about the adulterer in the book of John, and only those who are without sin being able to cast stones. "Are you alright, dear?" asked one of the elder ladies sitting on Peggy's right.