1 comments/ 10587 views/ 11 favorites The Lawn Boy Ch. 02 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 sixties and seventies, but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** Mrs. K was one of my married lawn customers even though her husband, Horace, was not retired. I had agreed to mow their lawn mostly because of the sexy smile and very ample cleavage Mrs. K displayed when she asked me; she even seemed pleased that I had noticed her assets. Mrs. K and Horace were probably in their early fifties and younger than many of my customers. From the start, I thought they were a strange couple; Mrs. K was an attractive, vibrant, outgoing lady with a tanned, hour-glass figure, but Horace was just the opposite. He was a timid, pale, and socially awkward kind of guy who wore his slacks almost to his arm pits. Because he was so nervous and high strung, he couldn't pass the driver's test to get his license so Mrs. K. had to drive him everywhere. He never looked anyone in the eyes. It was obvious that Mrs. K wore the pants in the family and she looked good in them too; her bottle blonde hair was always styled perfectly. She was always dressed for a tea from the time she drove Horace to work until after Horace served her dinner; Horace did all the cooking and cleaning so she could look good all day long. She would tell her husband, "Now Horace, give Will a nice tip; he has done such a good job." "Yes Dovie," He would reply as he pushed his dark, rimmed glasses up on his nose, carefully counted out ten dollars from his wallet, and then added two more for a tip without ever looking me. At eighteen I was not aware of the idea of dominate/submissive relationships; I just thought Horace was, what my friends and I called, pussy whipped. Mrs. K was one of several women who began to pay closer attention to me during my senior year. As I stood at the back door in my low slung cut-off jeans and covered with sweat, she would move close to me and rub her hand over my shoulder and comment on how muscular and tall I was getting; at five ten I was a couple inches taller than her perfectly shaped, five foot, eight inch frame and I relished her attention. I noticed that she was showing more cleavage than usual and her nipples often pressed against the fabric of her blouse in a very inviting way; she would smile when she noticed that I noticed. I knew she was flirting with me and I savored every bit of it; I played it cool as if I was an innocent boy. I had already learned that I didn't need any smooth lines with mature women; they would let you know their intentions when they were ready. When I first began mowing their lawn, I rarely saw Mrs. K except when I went to the door to collect or if I entered the back yard privacy area to mow around the pool where she often sun bathed nude; at first she would wrap herself in a towel and rush into the house when I opened the gate. I thought it was strange of her since she could tell by the sound of the mower when I would be ready to mow the back yard. During my senior year, when I opened the gate, she just picked up her towel and walked gingerly toward the house then she looked back at me and smiled. She began to engage me in conversation about school, but the topic would quickly turn to my girlfriends, how many I had or did I have a "hot" date for the evening. "I'll bet those young girls at school just go crazy over you," She would say as her eyes dropped to the small crop of newly acquired dark hair in the center of my chest that trailed downward around my navel and into my low slung cut off jeans. While I had tapped my share of juicy, high school girls, I wanted Mrs. K to know I also had experience with women; I just smiled at her comment. She may already have known about my experience since she often frequented the shuffle board courts for lunch and cocktails with several of my other "customers", some of whom were known to kiss and tell. Just before graduation Mrs. K called me at home one evening and asked me to stop by to see her that she had a little something for me for graduation. When I stopped by, she handed me a small, wrapped gift; inside was a money clip with my initials on it and a fifty dollar bill. "I think, now that you are an official grown up, you should call me Dove." Since she had not yet picked up Mr. K from work, I used the gift as an excuse to give her a "thank you" hug. When I wrapped my arms around her, her body melted against me and time seemed to stand still as our bodies moved in unison to our breathing. I dropped my hand to her firm, mature bottom and pressed her against my swelling cock; Dove lifted her head and kissed me passionately. We were breathing heavily when we broke contact; my cock was in full rigor causing my jeans to bulge considerably as it strained to get free. Dove's face and chest were flushed. She fanned herself with her hand, "Oh my, I'll have to tell Horace how much you liked your gift. I know he will be pleased," she said as she looked admiringly at my very obvious bulge. I was certain she wanted to touch it so I stood there several minutes, but she did not move her hand toward it. I thought her comment about telling her husband was made to tease me, but she later informed me that she had, indeed, told Horace in detail what happened, including my hard-on, and that he had gotten aroused listening to her describe the event. I always mowed their lawn on Saturday about mid morning and usually finished just before noon. Dove would invite me into the utility area and call Horace to come and pay me; I was usually sweaty, but that didn't keep her from standing close to me with her breast pressed against my bicep as she asked me about school or if I had a hot date the night before. Horace would show up usually wearing an apron over his clothes carrying a dust cloth or dust mop. She smiled while Horace carefully counted out my money then added two dollars for a tip. When Horace returned to his chores, she would linger and talk to me for several minutes as we looked each other up and down; it became almost a game. "I just can't get over how you have grown this past year," she would say as she rubbed her hand over my chest. The Saturday morning after my graduation, Dove greeted me as usual wearing a light, cotton, summer dress that buttoned up the front just enough to show off her more than ample cleavage and short enough to display her shapely, tanned legs to mid thigh. After Horace carefully counted ten dollars then added two more for a tip, I thanked him for the graduation gift and he left to do his chores without even looking up. Dove invited me to have lunch with her. I pointed out how wet and dirty I was, but she had already planned for that. "You can shower in here; I have a pair of clean shorts my son left, you can put them on," she said as she showed me into the mud room. I accepted her invitation and as soon as she walked out of the mud room I stripped off my shorts and climbed into the shower and scrubbed down. Just as I stepped out of the shower the door opened and Dove walked in with a towel. "I'm sorry, I thought you were still in the shower," neither of us reacted to the intrusion as I stood there in full view; she walked closer, looked me over, and smiled as she handed me the towel. Our hands touched as I took the towel from her; the touch caused an immediate reaction. My cock pulsed and began to swell. She seemed pleased by the reaction then she turned and walked out. I was pleased that she not only saw me naked, but she also saw my reaction to her. When I put on the cut offs that had supposedly belonged to her son, I immediately noticed they appeared to be new and had been cut off shorter than mine, just barely covering my equipment; probably with the intention of being too short. I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but the shorts and a noticeable bulge. Dove looked me over and said, "Well, they fit you nicely even if they are just a little short," she said looking at my crotch with a smile. "Yeah, hopefully nothing will get out." Dove giggled. Horace walked into the kitchen, "Darling, Will and I are going to have lunch in the sun room; would you set up the slide projector and screen for us? I want to show him our vacation slides from St Croix. After you serve us, please tidy up the mud room and put Will's shorts in with our clothes to wash. If you finish your chores you are welcome to join us." She turned to me and added, "I have the most wonderful husband." He very meekly replied, "Yes Dovie." It was obvious that Dove had planned for this event in advance; Horace served us a variety of finger sandwiches, cheeses, and white wine on a silver tray. We sat on a sofa facing each other and talked while we ate; I was certain that the sight of her cleavage and slightly open, creamy, smooth thighs that her "son's" shorts would not contain the stirrings going on in them. Dove explained that her son was from a previous marriage and that she and Horace were not intimate in the ordinary sense. "My wonderful husband gets so aroused that he has premature ejaculations as soon as he touches me; it's impossible for us to be intimate in the usual ways so we have invented other ways." She seemed to evaluate my reaction to her comment before continuing. "We recently met an out of town man who offered his help; we met him at a hotel downtown. Horace sat on the bed and watched as the stranger stripped off my clothes, threw me on the bed, and mounted me; it was wonderful having a man between my legs after such a long time. After the man left, I let Horace clean up the mess then I let him masturbate all over my breasts. He loved being cuckolded and talked about it for days afterwards." Dove seemed to delight in telling me the dirty details as she glanced at the bulge that was no longer completely contained in her son's shorts; she laid her hand on my thigh just below the swollen head of my cock. I had never heard the term "cuckold" before but quickly caught on to its meaning. Of course I doubted that poor Horace and anything to do with the decision to cuckold him, but I could certainly understand him enjoying watching his sexy wife get fucked; even as a young man I had very strong voyeur tendencies myself and enjoyed watching friends when we double dated and shared a motel room. She smiled then continued, "Our marriage is very unconventional, but it works for us. I let him spoil me to no end and when he is lax in his duties, I lovingly discipline him." I wondered what that might entail, a spanking or something much more severe. It became clear to me that Dove was the queen bee and Horace was only a drone who served her. She looked at me with a coy smile then changed the subject, "I enjoyed my "thank you" hug the other day." I replied, "So did I; I had wanted to do that for some time." "I thought about it that night when I went to bed and I wondered if you did too." "Of course I did; I have thought of little else since them." "Did it have the same effect as when you hugged me?" I assumed she was referring to my erection and nodded that it did, "I wanted to touch you, to feel how hard you were." I moved her hand and laid it on my exposed, turgid cock. "Did you stroke your cock as you thought about me?" I nodded again as Horace walked in, refilled our wine glasses and removed the serving tray; Dove, not only didn't remove her hand from my cock, but she gave it several squeezes as Horace picked up our plates and napkins then put them on the tray. Horace went about his duties and didn't seem to pay any attention to his wife's hand on my cock. Dove turned on the projector and the first slide was of her in a bikini with her back to the camera looking out over the ocean; it was an amazing sight. She laughed and gave my cock a gentle squeeze at my very sincere, "Wow!" In most of the slides she was dressed in sexy, tropical outfits for sightseeing that showed her cleavage and shapely tanned legs, but the first one was still burned in my mind. Near the end of the set she stopped. "I'm not sure I'm ready for you to see the rest of them" "Oh, why is that?" She smiled a coy smile, "I'm not completely dressed in some of them; in some of them I'm not dressed at all." I knew she really wanted me to see them, but she wanted to tease me first. Most young guys hate being teased, but I had learned to love the game of being teased and I found it very tantalizing. The right amount of teasing can keep me hard for hours. "I have seen you naked a number of times as you walked into the house from sunbathing; besides, you saw me naked after my shower. I should get to, at least, see slides of you naked," I purposely used the more crude word, naked. The first slide in the set was a full frontal shot of her walking on the shore line nude. I had seen her nude from the rear on several occasions, but seeing her from the front I immediately notice the stark contrast between her bottle blonde, styled hair and the dark, perfectly shaped triangle of pubic hair. By the time we finished seeing the remaining dozen slides of her on the beach in various stages of undress her hand could no longer conceal my engorged cock. Dove took charge of my predicament and had me to stand up; she unfastened my shorts, adjusted my completely swollen cock to a vertical position and examined it thoroughly before covering it with kisses. There is something very special about seeing your turgid cock being held by elegant, slender hands as beautiful, red lips kiss it. As she returned it to my shorts and zipped them up, she looked up at me with a serious look on her face. "Will, there's something we should talk about," I raised my eyebrows with interest as she paused to collect her thoughts. "Sometimes when a young man and a mature woman have a close relationship emotional ties can develop and that can lead to hurt feelings; I just want to make sure that we don't end up in that kind of situation." Dove looked at me as I tried to decide just how to address her concerns and put her mind at ease. I wanted to be very direct about my less than honorable intentions about my beautiful neighbor because I felt certain we had a common goal; we both wanted to fuck each other. I began, "First, I want you to know that I greatly admire you as a woman and as a friend, but I can assure you that I don't have a Mommie complex and I'm not interested in any emotional involvement. Secondly, you are a beautiful, sexy woman who has aroused every fantasy I have ever imagined. And lastly," I had to pause to boost my courage, "I want to shower your beautiful ass with kisses, taste your sweet nectar, and inhale your aroma, and then I want to fuck you until you scream." Dove smiled; her face and chest were flushed, "Oh my god! That was just what I needed to hear." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She took my hand and led me to the large "master" bedroom, "This is where I sleep alone; Horace insists that I have my own room." Of course I knew that Horace didn't, or couldn't, insist on anything, but if that was what she wanted me to believe, it was certainly okay with me. The décor was completely feminine without a hint of male presence; several walls were covered with full length mirrors. She then led me into a large walk-in closet filled with women's clothes and shoes but not a hint of men's clothes or shoes. Dove placed her hands on my hips then looked me in the eyes, "Would you like to unbutton my dress?" I looked her in the eyes as my fingers worked deftly unbuttoning each button; when the last button was open I pushed the dress off of her shoulders, it fell on to the floor around her feet. For several minutes she stood there for me to take in the beautiful sight I had often fantasized about; she was wearing a pair of full cut, white lace panties, sheer enough to see the shadow of her dark patch of pubic hair, and a matching bra sheer enough to display her hard, brown nipples. She selected a short, kimono style, silk robe from one of the racks. I took her in my arms and we kissed passionately for several minutes; our hands explored each other. When she broke our kiss, I unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms; again, I just stood there for my eyes to absorb her amazing beauty. Her large, D cup size melons decorated with half-dollar size, brown areolas rose and fell as she breathed; they were evenly tanned without a hint of a tan line. I pulled her into my arms and pressed her bare breasts against my chest for several minutes. When she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the short robe I stooped to kiss each nipple before tying the sash around her waist, leaving a gap open down the center of her torso. She then led me to the large bathroom adjoining her bedroom; there was a sunken tub large enough for two people, a shower big enough for more than two people, a bidet, a toilet, a long vanity cabinet, and, again, lots of mirrors. "Would you like to relieve yourself?" She asked nonchalantly. Dove stood beside me; her partially covered breasts pressed against me while she rubbed my lower back. I unfastened my shorts and tried to point my swollen cock downward toward the center of the bowl; I had to bend over to adjust my aim. I felt Dove's hand move downward into the back of my shorts. She gave each of my cheeks a gentle squeeze then moved her hand between them; a finger pressed against my virgin ass then I felt her nails gently claw the back of my cods. When I finished I gave my cock several good shakes and returned it to my shorts but did not zip them up; I turned to wash my hands. Dove pressed her bare breasts against my back and ran her hands up and down the front of my torso. My cock sprang out of my unzipped shorts like a bird in a cuckoo clock. She giggled then ran her finger over the large, white drop that appeared on the tip. She paused then said, "Would you like to watch me relieve myself." "Of course I would." "I love being watched at everything I do. I sometimes let strangers see me when I'm home alone; of course it's by accident. I sometimes forget to draw the drapes when a deliveryman comes to the door or completely button my blouse when our insurance man stops by," She giggled then added, "I accidently exposed my breast to a young man handing out religious tracts. I'm terrible, but I do love being seen." She moved to the front of the toilet and lowered her full cut panties to her knees as she sat down; I got my very first up close look at the perfectly shaped, triangle of dark pubic hair I had seen in her vacation slides. As soon as she sat down she reached for the tissue holder and rolled off what she needed then sat with perfect posture, her hands folded in her lap. It was a classic image that could easily replace the portrait of Whistler's Mother for all time. I stood in front of her and bent over to kiss her as she tensed her core muscles and pushed the liquid from her bladder; it began as just a dribble then became a powerful stream making that whizzing sound that only women make when they pee. While her golden stream splashed into the bowl, she reached for my cock to reexamine it. "I have wondered how many juicy, young girls have you have impaled on your beautiful cock," She leaned forward and gave it several kisses before taking it completely into her mouth, "Do young girls know how to suck your cock?" "A few of them do, but they don't do it very well." After the last few drops fell she leaned to one side and dabbed at the last drop or two with the tissue then stood and pulled up her panties. "Would you like for me to use the bidet too?" The Lawn Boy Ch. 02 "No, I want to enjoy your natural taste and aroma." "Then I'll remain all natural." We stood in front of the toilet kissing for several minutes; my cock trapped in the hollow between her thighs with only the thin fabric of her panties separating it from her juicy, warm cunt. Back in the bedroom with my engorged cock packed away in the too tight shorts, Dove rang a small silver bell beside the bed and Horace came in, "Darlin, I'm ready for my pedicure, if you don't mind." I smiled at how she always gave poor Horace an order then let him think he had a choice in carrying it out. She sat on an antique divan then patted the seat beside her. Within minutes Horace returned with a basket full of grooming items and pulled up a stool close to his wife's feet. "Darlin, would you mind slipping off my panties before you start? I don't want to feel confined." "Yes, Dovie," He said softly. Dove stood up; her short robe completely open in the front. Horace reached up from his stool and pulled the waist band of her white, lace panties over her full, round hips and firm round cheeks. The crotch hung momentarily in the hollow between her thighs then broke free and fell to her knees; she lifted each foot out of the lace garment. "Thank you, Darlin." I reached my hand out toward Horace, "May I?" He first looked at his wife for approval then very timidly picked up her panties off the floor and handed them to me; I held them to my face and inhaled deeply. "I love the aroma of an aroused woman," I told them. Dove reached for her panties and also inhaled them deeply, "I know a secret about my wonderful husband." Horace blushed like a school boy caught with his hand in his pants. "My wonderful husband sometimes sniffs my panties when he does the laundry." "I don't blame him; I would do the same thing," I added. She looked down at Horace and held her panties close to his face, "Darlin, you can sniff my panties anytime you want too." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When Dove sat down on the divan again, Horace lifted one of her feet to the stool between his legs; her legs opened and Horace and I were treated to the sight of the pink labia nestled in her patch of dark, pubic hair. Dove giggled and tickled his crotch with her toes. Horace began to rub the bottom of her feet adoringly with a pumice stone. He didn't seem to mind that his wife's body was exposed to the eyes of a young, lawn boy; he was completely engrossed with her beautiful feet. I let my eyes drink in the sight of my beautiful, mature neighbor; I thought my cock would split wide open as I thought about my tongue batting the delicate, pink membranes peeking out of the perfectly shaped triangle of dark, downy soft pubic hair nestled between her creamy, smooth thighs. Horace finished with the pumice stone and began massaging her feet with a vanilla fragranced lotion while his wife praised him. I gave up all concern of him caring about my raging hard-on. "Not many women are lucky enough to have a wonderful husband like mine. He takes such good care of me and spoils me to no end." She went on telling me how valuable he was to the insurance company where he worked as a numbers man and how he was a genius with numbers. It was obvious to me that she was trying to build up a fragile ego of a man she dominated. You could tell he was beaming with pride has he carefully removed all the old polish from each toe. Every once in a while Dove would tickle his crotch with her toes and he would giggle like a school boy. Dove smiled at him then said, "When I have special adult needs my wonderful husband always makes sure I have the opportunity to have those needs met; don't you darling?" "Yes Dovie." He held up a small bottle of bright, apple red polish for his wife's approval. "Oh yes, that is just perfect. You have excellent taste." She smiled at me and noticed that my cock was once again exposed below the leg of my shorts. She paused a moment then asked Horace, "Darlin, do you mind if I slip Will's shorts off since they don't cover him completely? I thought Michael's shorts would fit him better, but he has grown so much this last year." It was clear to me that she was not asking for her husband's permission, but rather telling him what she was going to do; it was equally clear that he had been taught to give the correct response. Without even looking up, he placed folded gauze between her toes and began carefully applying the bright, apple, red polish to each beautiful toe. He quietly replied, "No Dovie." I stood up and Dove unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my knees then they fell around my ankles; my cock sprang up smacking against my abdomen. Horace paid no attention to the fact that a young man stood naked by his wife's side with a raging hard-on ready, willing, and able to fuck her. Dove giggled, "Horace, Will is just like you; he gets excited just being close to me." Horace giggled, but did not look up from gently blowing the wet polish on her toes to help it dry. When he was satisfied the polish was dry he removed the gauze from between her toes, returned the items to the basket, and started to stand. "Darlin, you have done such a good job; I think you should get to cover my feet with kisses." Again, I was certain that Horace took it as a command; not, as an invitation. You could see Horace's face light up as he lifted each foot and kissed it lovingly; he then left the room without looking as his wife slowly stroked my engorged cock. "Darlin be sure to come back when you finish your chores; we would love for you to join us," She said as he walked out of the room. "You wouldn't mind if he joins us would you?" She asked in a lower voice as she moved off the divan. "Not at all, I have had some experience with husbands who like to watch." She looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I know about the Wakefields." I chuckled, "Well my Mom has taught me to help people when I can." Dove laughed at my excuse. I was surprised. The Wakefields were another neighborhood couple, in their fifties, whose lawn I had been mowing for a few years. Mr. Wakefield, who was wheel chair bound, hinted that his attractive wife needed a virile young man to take care of her needs. When I had the opportunity to catch Mrs. Wakefield alone, I asked if her husband was serious, she laughed. "Why Will? Would you be interested?" she asked with a coy smile. I think I must have turned fifty shades of red, "Of course I'm interested, you are a very pretty and sexy lady." Mrs. Wakefield gave me a hug then asked, "Would you mind if my husband watches us?" I told her I didn't mind; sharing a bed or bedroom when double dating or partying was a common occurrence for money strapped high school students. During my senior year the Wakefields and I got together several times a month and enjoyed a variety of sexual activities including one with a girl from school I introduced them to. Dove looked up at me as she gently stroked my cock, "You are very cool headed about all of this; most men would be chomping at the bit by now, but you don't seem to be in a hurry at all." "I'm not in a hurry; I'm enjoying every second with you. I have fantasized about this moment ever since the first time I saw you sunbathing nude." Then I added somewhat cocky, "Besides, this isn't my first rodeo." She smacked my ass then pulled me close for another kiss, "This isn't a rodeo; you had better hold on tight and stay in the saddle." We both chuckled at our references then she added, "Several times I let Horace watch as I played with myself and described in detail what I was going to do to you; he loves to watch me enjoy myself, alone or with someone." She lamented, "He gets very hard, but as soon as he touches me he explodes; we never get to complete what we start." Still in her low voice, "It's a shame because he has a nice cock when it is erect." "I know something you might try; the next time he has a hard-on get him to use a tie wrap and tie it tightly around the base of his cock. That will keep the blood from draining out and will keep him erect even after he ejaculates." "Really? We will have to try that. Where in the world did you learn that?" I chuckled, "One of our neighbors was a Women's Air Service Pilot (WASP) stationed in Germany after the war. She has taught me many things about sex." Dove sat on the foot of the bed and played with my cock as I told her about our WASP neighbor. She rubbed it over her face and breasts as she told me about fingering herself for her husband. She trapped my cock between her breasts and encouraged me to slowly fuck her tits; I pushed my hips forward and her lips met the head of my cock when it appeared at the top. She flicked her tongue across the tip. Finally, she took my cock in her hot, wet mouth; it was a young man's fantasy come true. Her gentle hands moved lightly over my torso and legs while her head moved slowly up and down my shaft. I saw movement out of the corner of my eyes as Horace moved to a seat near a window; he was almost hidden by the curtain. Dove saw the movement too, "There you are Darlin; I'm glad you could join us. Slip off your clothes then I want you to go to the kitchen and bring us two tie wraps from the miscellaneous drawer; I want to try something with that nice big cock of yours," Dove told her husband. Horace did as he was told; like I expected, he was thin and pale without a hint of muscle tone, almost like a stick figure. As Dove had said, he was rather well endowed and erect from watching his wife suck a young man's cock. As he turned to leave the room I noticed red welts on the cheeks of his ass as if he had been switched or caned. When he returned from the kitchen with the tie wraps I twisted two of them together and told Horace what to do as soon as he got fully erect. "Now it's my turn," I told Dove as I slipped my cock from between her full red lips and pushed her back onto the bed. I buried my head between her legs and shook it back and forth; she laughed as my close cut, military style, hair cut tickled the insides of her smooth thighs. "Ha, ha, ha, that tickles," she screeched. She rubbed her hands over my head and began to grind her crotch against my face. I moved just inches from the apex of the perfectly shaped triangle of dark brown, downy soft, pubic hair. Everything was tucked neatly into the puffy folds of her engorged vulva except at the very bottom of her hair covered slit was a beautiful pink blossom hanging upside down. I opened her outer lips with my fingers to discover the most beautiful, glistening pink labia ever. She had a long clitoral sheath that formed the wings of her glistening, pink labia with a tiny white pearl at the very end; I leaned forward and kissed it gently then looked up to see the demure look on her face. Horace stood close by and stroked his fully engorged cock as he watched me dine voraciously on his wife's cunt. I began to run my tongue up and down her glistening wet slit, lapping her creamy nectar. I lifted her hips off the bed so I could rim her tight, light, brown rose bud; she giggled as the tip of my tongue tried to pry open the tight orifice. After several minutes of playing I was ready to get down to some serious tasting. I slipped a finger into her tight rear orifice then lowered my head to the downy soft nest; my tongue pushed open the outer folds of her vulva and quickly sucked her clit into my lips. Within minutes Dove was swept away on a wave of pure pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly covering my face with her delicious sauce. Her hands pulled my face tighter into her crotch; her moans and grunts became louder and louder. Her head shook from side to side; her fists pounded the bed. She cried out, "Aaaaaah," then collapsed on the bed. I gave her wet, swollen vulva one more gentle kiss before standing and pulling her hips close to the edge of the bed; she smiled up at me, "Where did one so young learn to master such a talent?" I returned her smile, "I'll have to tell you all about that some time." I pulled her back to the divan and took a seat on the end without an arm. She straddled my lap facing her husband then guided my cock into her pink blossom as she lowered her mature firm ass onto my lap; the warmth of her slick, wet cunt was incredible. I wrapped my arms around her and took her large melons in my hands; her hand dropped to her clit. "Oh Horace; he fits me perfectly. Can you see how well he fits me, Darlin?" Horace peeked from behind the curtain where he had taken refuge to see another man's cock balls deep in his wife's cunt. Dove began to grind her hips back and forth as my fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. As Horace slowly stroked his cock and watched his wife getting fucked by the lawn boy, his wife and the lawn boy watched her getting fucked in the mirrored wall beside him. Dove smiled at her husband then blew him a kiss across the room. I held Dove's breasts firmly as she picked up the pace of her hips thrusting back and forth. In minutes we were both covered in sweat and gasping for breath from physical exertion. I was clinching my nuts as hard as possible to last as long as I could, but then Dove began encouraging me. "Oh Will; fill me up! Please Will; please fill me...oooh, yes Will! Yes!" She squeezed my cock with her cunt as she pumped her hips furiously; her hand began to smack her clit. I let go and pumped spurt after spurt of hot liquid into her hot, gushing well. We collapsed against the back of the divan as my cock began to shrink and slip out of Dove's wrecked pussy. "Come here darlin," she motioned for her husband. Horace moved from behind the curtain sporting a sizable erection and took his place between his wife's splayed legs ready to clean up the mess I had left, but Dove had different plans for him; she raised her knees to give him better access to her semen filled cunt. "Darlin, I want you to take your big, hard cock and push it into me; don't be afraid, I know you can do it. It will be alright." Just as my shriveled cock slipped completely out of his wife, Horace very timidly guided his cock toward his wife's cunt; he was flushed and shaking as the head of his uncircumcised cock neared the pink blossom leaking with the white creamy semen of his young lawn boy. As soon as the head of his cock touched the soft, wet membranes he grunted loudly then moaned in defeat. He may have experienced an orgasm, but the tie wrap held back the flood of semen and kept his cock engorged with blood. Dove quickly commanded in a demanding voice, "Push, damn it, push!" Horace did as he was told and for the first time filled his wife's cunt balls deep with his fully erect cock. I immediately felt his hairy balls against my slimy, shrunken cock resting beneath his wife's sweet ass. Dove dug her heels into the cheeks of his ass, "Now give your Dovie a good fuck, Darlin." I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her beautiful tits in my hand for Horace to see as his wife bucked her hips against him. Horace moaned and grunted as his wife used his hard cock to bring her pleasure. I moved from underneath Dove so she could lie back on the divan to allow her husband to slam his fully erect cock into her. Once she reached her orgasm she reached down and untied the tie wrap from around the base of his cock; she cupped his balls in her hand, "I want you to fill your Dovie like Will did and this time I want all of it." Dove grabbed his cheeks and pulled him deep into her cunt which was already leaking a frothy white cream around his cock from the partial load Horace had pumped into her and along with my load. As she ground her cunt against him she reached between his cheeks and slipped a finger into his ass. Within a minute Horace was moaning and crying as he let go his load into his wife's gushing well. A minute later, Dove snapped her fingers and pointed to her matted pubic hair and leaky cunt. Horace slipped down between her legs and began to clean up the mess we had created. When Horace had completed his arduous clean up job and left the room, I stretched out beside his wife, perched my head in my hand, and tweaked her nipples with my fingers as I began telling her how I lost my virginity to an older woman who taught me how to please a woman. Dove rolled onto her side facing me; she lifted her upper leg and my hard cock sprang right against her soft, warm cunt. She lowered her leg and trapped me between them. Dove laughed as I rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her upper thighs; my erect cock rested between her tan, smooth cheeks. I stretched out and began massaging and kissing her back; my body lightly touched her back as I kissed my way lower and lower. I opened her cheeks and let my cock fall between them; she squeezed her cheeks together trapping my cock between them. Dove looked over her shoulder at me, "I have never had anyone invade that part of me until you put your finger in it; I might like to try more of that." "You mean you have never had a hard cock in your sweet ass before?" "No I haven't." "So tell me exactly what you would like to try, my finger or my cock?" She cleared her throat, "I want to feel your hard cock in my ass." As I slid lower down her legs I felt the smooth skin of her flanks against my cock and cod sack. I pushed her legs open wider and began showering her smooth, firm cheeks with kisses; when I got to the bottom where her legs and cheeks met, I pushed her cheeks open. My tongue once again danced around the rim of the tight, brown orifice. Dove giggled and wiggled her ass. "We will need some lubricant," I told her. Dove reached for the little silver bell on the night stand and rang it. Horace quickly appeared naked except for an apron, "Darlin, would you bring me the tube of lubricant from the bathroom?" Again, there was no doubt that her request was an order and Horace dashed off to get the lubricant. While he was away I continued to let my tongue enjoy her special treat by rolling it tight as possible and pushing it against the tight opening; of course I was unsuccessful, but she continued to giggle and wiggle her ass. When Horace returned with the tube, I lifted Dove's hips off the bed so her rear flanks were high in the air. I continued to kiss and play with the beautiful ass I had admired for so long. Horace stood by close to see what I was going to do to his wife's beautiful ass. I applied a dollop of lubricant to my finger and slipped it just inside the opening and around the rim. Dove's fingers were already playing between her puffy lips as I pushed against the tight membranes of her ass hole. The engorged, purple head of my cock flattened against the resistance of her tight, virgin ass. Dove cried out as my cock pushed deep into her bowels. Horace had a look of concern on his face and a swollen cock in his hand as I began to stroke in and out of his wife's ass. The faster I thrust the faster her fingers worked in the thick cream between her lips. Between the sounds of our bodies smacking together, you could hear the squishing sound of her juicy cunt being assaulted by her fingers. As Dove moaned and grunted I tightened my grip on her hips and slammed harder against her flanks. She screamed out then collapsed on the bed. "Oh Will, that was wonderful!" I stretched out beside her; my hot, red cock lying on the back of her thigh just below the cheek of her beautiful ass. Horace turned to leave the room with the front of his apron sticking out like a teepee. "Horace, would you be kind enough to bring us a warm wash cloth?" After several minutes Dove laughed, "I don't think I will ever be able to sit down again without remembering when you fucked my ass." We were kissing when Horace returned with the wash cloth; he cleared his throat. Dove sat up beside me, took the warm cloth and proceeded to clean my still swollen cock. When she was satisfied that it was clean, she leaned over and gave it several nice kisses. The Lawn Boy Ch. 02 She handed the cloth back to Horace, "Thank you Darlin; you are so good to me." As Horace left the room, his wife took my swollen, but less than turgid, cock in her fingers and asked, "I think there is still life in your beautiful cock." "I have no doubt that you could resuscitate it without much trouble at all." "Good, I'll let it rest a bit then see what I can do. I want to talk to you about something else. I told you that it was Peggy who told me about you and the Wakefields; well she told me something else too. She told me that she and Helen, Mrs. Wakefield, don't really go shopping when they tell Bob, Mr. Wakefield, they are going shopping." She looked at me to see my reaction, but I just smiled and didn't say anything although I knew what was coming. "She said that they get together with a certain lawn boy at a local motel and have an afternoon threesome; I believe she called it a "ménage de trois." It seems that their lawn boy introduced Helen and Bob to a young woman who taught Helen about being bi-sexual by performing for Bob; I'm not sure who taught Peggy." "Being Greek, Peggy knew about the Island of Lesbos through its poetry; she talked her husband into a threesome with another woman and she is probably going to invite Helen to join them when he comes home again. I didn't realize Peggy would blab about us; I certainly never have. "So our secrets here are safe with you?" "Absolutely they are!" "Peggy asked me if I would like to join her sometime; when I hesitated, she quickly suggested that we could invite you too. I liked that idea although now I wonder if she plans to get me to join in their threesome," she smiled and ran her tongue over her lips. "Are you afraid of sharing your delicious treats with another woman?" "No, but I'm not sure I am ready for another woman to share her treats with me." "You do know that there are many ways for women to pleasure each other than orally, don't you? From experience I can tell you that if you ever decide to give her a taste, you will love it." "I guess the two of you will just have to teach me when we get together for lunch. How about if we get together this coming Tuesday?" I smiled and nodded as Dove leaned over and began kissing my half swollen cock, "Is this the best way to revive it?" I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled them toward me, "Well that will help but the quickest way is letting me slip between your thighs and nibble on your sweet treats and inhale your aroma." We quickly slid into a typical sixty-nine position with Dove on top of me. Just the sight of her beautiful undercarriage was enough to rekindle the smoldering embers of my libido, but as I inhaled the musk aroma of her fresh fucked cunt the embers burst into small flames. My tongue darted out to lap at the glistening pink labia, the tip of my nose pressed against her freshly fucked ass. My cock was completely engorged and Dove's wet, red lips slid up and down its shaft. Dove lifted her arm and looked back at me, "I want to feel you in my pussy again." She spun around a hundred and eighty degrees and lowered herself on my cock; again, I was awed by the incredible feel and warmth of her cunt. Her beautiful, tanned breasts hung above my face close enough for me to suckle her hard nipples; I pushed them together and took both hard nubbins into my mouth. "Bite them gently," she said as she began to grind her hips against me. Dove was moaning by the time I finished working her nipples over with my teeth. She started rotating her shoulders slightly and smacking my face with her large tits then leaned down to kiss me passionately. "I love the feel of your cock in me," she said gasping for breath. She sat up straight and ran her fingers through her blonde tresses and began moving up and don't my shaft slowly; I reached up to support her breasts in my hands to keep them from shaking violently as she increased her pace. Several times she switched from bobbing up and down on my cock to throwing her hips back and forth Horace entered the room with my cut-offs clean, dried, and folded and put them on the bed. He stood behind me and watched my cock slip in and out of his wife's beautiful cunt. He stood there mesmerized by the sight as Dove began to grunt loudly; her grunts quickly became screams of pleasure as she ground her slick, juicy cunt against me. I felt like rocks were tumbling through the shaft of my cock then they shot out of the tip and into Dove's tunnel. Several minutes later she announced, "Horace is going to take me out for dinner tonight; I need to start getting ready." Then she addressed Horace again, "Darlin, you need to clean up this mess again," as she rolled on her back and opened her legs. I gathered enough strength to sit up and pull on my cut-offs after being dismissed by the woman who wore the pants in the house. I looked back over my shoulder to see poor Horace between his wife's legs lapping up the gooey mess I had left there.