5 comments/ 21462 views/ 13 favorites Marty's Quest Ch. 01 By: sin2win500 For Marty, being nineteen meant two things for his summer; He'd be bored and he'd be lonely. Most of Marty's friends were still away, finishing off their respective freshman years. Some of them would even be spending their summers in other cities, getting apartments and working summer jobs in their college towns. Not Marty, he'd been home for a week and was bored stiff. He was so desperate for something to do that he voluntarily did yard work. That's where poor Mart was now, in the garage digging the lawn mower out from behind a winter's worth of holiday decorations stretching from Halloween to Easter. After a struggle, he finally wrestled the mower from the grip of a strand of Christmas lights that were clinging to its wheel. Victorious, he rolled it out into the summer sun, next he produced a red gas can from the cool shade of the garage and topped his new best friend off with some fresh fuel. Gassed and ready, Marty pushed the mower to the grass and with a mighty pull, got the mower to start in one pull. Of course nobody was around to witness it, but Marty smiled. He conquered the front yard first, making short work of the modest squares of grass on either side of the brick walkway that split the yard. Next he tackled the side yard, a narrow strip of lawn that gave him little difficulty. After three passes he moved on to the real challenge, the back. Marty's parents were more grillers than gardeners, so once he passed the well maintained patio there was nothing but grass stretching unchecked in all directions until it reached the borders of their property, a stretch of forest in the back and a fence split marked the back and right boundaries, but only the subtle difference in color marked where his yard ended and his next door neighbor on the left lived. As Marty campaigned through the backyard he moved ever closer to the left side. He began to notice his neighbor out in his yard. Roger, as Marty recalled, was busy weeding the edges of his yard. He was about his parents age, maybe a shade younger, but was the alpha male type. He knew Roger and his dad didn't get along, but Marty didn't seem to mind the few conversations he had shared with the man. After a few more passes Marty noticed Roger's wife was outside too. Allison was another story all together. She was a brunette with stunning blue eyes, gorgeous smile, and sun kissed skin. Marty had always been shy around Allison, and even now could hardly do more than steal a quick glance as she gardened. He suddenly became all too aware of where his mind was leading him. The way her shirt opened, revealing her cleavage. Marty had, on occasion, used Allison as the subject of a midnight jerk off session, and as he finished off the yard he began to grow more aware of another problem that would need to be attended to. Marty grabbed himself something to drink as he passed through the kitchen on his way to his room. The cool air felt good on his skin, and the feel of his bed under him felt even better when he plopped down on it. he set his drink down on the night stand and reached for his laptop. Within seconds he was on the web looking at sites devoted to cougars. Allison had peaked his interest today, and Marty wanted that mature flavor, so to speak. Soon he was watching a video of a leggy teacher with her "student" who looked to be in his thirties. She was in her early forties, maybe, but she had had more tune ups than Marty's car so it was hard to tell, and as Marty's tastes in porn had matured, so did his expectations. He had his member firmly in his grip now, giving it long strokes to get the blood pumping. The woman in the video was wrapping her comically large, fake tits around the guy's dick. Marty continued to rub him self, trying to time his strokes with the video. Soon Marty was cumming into his cupped hand. It was a hollow victory and did little to ease his lust. It was after he returned from his post wank clean up that he had an idea. He exited the porn site and went to craigslist. He had perused the singles ads on a number of occasions, but the few that he had replied to came back as fakes. Marty was going to up the ante this time, he was going to post an ad himself. He thought about what it was he wanted and soon realized that what he wanted was a mature woman, like Allison. So his ad reflected this need. "M4W- 19- Young cock needs mature touch I'm in need of a mature woman in my life, I'm not very experienced but am eager to learn how to please a woman the right way. I'm 5ft 10 with dark features and a 7in. cut member." He followed up with the typical info that almost every ad that Marty had read had on it. He felt like an idiot when he confirmed the ad and published it. it was never going to work, he thought, and for the first eight days he was right. His inbox remained empty for over a week, and after checking it constantly and to no avail, Marty was ready to give up. On that eighth night he got a reply. "Mature touch Married 45. If you're serious and want to meet, send me a picture back." Attached was an image, a picture of what Marty assumed was the woman who wrote the message, from the waist down. Her bare shoulders had the ends of her blonde hair brushing against them, her breast were small but full, with only a little age to them. Her arm was extended past her slender midsection and spreading her pussy, pink and inviting beneath a light, trimmed bush. "Holy shit," Marty muttered, the swollen head of Marty's cock peeked through his boxers as he stared at the picture. He was stunned, and struggled to remember where he last saw his camera. "Screw it, I'll use my phone." He swiped his phone from the desk and turned its camera towards himself. He withdrew his erection from his boxers and for good measure took his balls out too, then snapped a few pictures. He moved the phone a little with each shot, unsure of what the camera was actually taking pictures of. Next he selected the best of the bunch, and sent the image to his computer where he attached it in his reply. "Young Cock I'm serious, time and place?" He hit send and waited, his breathing heavy with excitement. It was another two days before a response came. "Mature Touch Friday, 10:00 p.m. Williams Park, by the picnic area." Marty's heart raced. It was only Wednesday and mid afternoon at that, the wait was going to be arduous but worth it. Marty sat back in his chair and looked at the picture that she had sent him in her first message. Questions began to float to his mind, what would they do? Would she blow him, would he get to eat her out? Would they have sex? His mind raced and his cock throbbed. It was only Wednesday. Thursday came and went and that night, Marty found himself sitting out back in the grass. It was late, his parents were asleep and the house dark. Marty had wandered outside for some fresh air. He fell back onto the grass and stared up at the sky, he barely heard the noises from next door at first. When finally he pulled himself from his daze he noticed the sounds of footsteps next door, he looked to see Allison approaching her hot tub. Roger was inside already, the soft light of the tub illuminating his face. Allison walked to her husband, clad in a towel. She opened it. Marty's eyes grew wide, at first, all he could see was her back, as Allison lowered the towel to her hips before letting it drop to the ground. Allison was naked, her bare skin reflecting the light from the water on her skin. Even from a yard away, Marty could appreciate the perfection of her ass. It had a gentle curve and a fullness to it, even at 42, her skin was tight and her ass was firm. Despite his cock's need for attention, Marty remained completely still. Allison slipped into the hot tub, turning briefly towards Marty as she straddled the rim of the tub. In that moment, he could see her breasts, large, full and with a little heft to them. her splayed legs showed off her hairless pussy. Then in an instant she was submerged to her shoulders in water. Everything hidden from view. Marty continued to enjoy the show, watching as Allison tried to seduce her husband. Roger seemed only mildly interested in her advances, going so far as to roll his eyes as she nuzzled his neck. "Maybe he is a douche." Marty whispered to himself, astounded that Roger found the advances of this beautiful woman so boring. Allison's shoulder was moving, and Marty knew that beneath the water she was working her husband's cock. A few moments later she was clearly riding him, her hands clutching the edge of the tub. The sex seemed to last forever to Marty, trapped on his back unable to move without giving himself away. Unable to move because he was captivated. In reality the sex only lasted a minute or two. Soon Marty was watching Allison be lifted off of Roger, and shortly after she left the tub, grabbed her towel and went back inside. Marty waited. When the last lights went out, and he knew Allison was in bed Roger stood. He toweled off and seemed to be looking around for something. His eyes briefly lighted on Marty's form, but passed before he recognized his neighbor laying in the grass. "What are you up to, neighbor?" Marty whispered, and soon his question was answered. A figure appeared from the opposite side of their house, and approached Roger who smiled and waved. A bulge began to form beneath his towel. The figure was tall and slender and...male. "No shit." Marty was shocked, but it made sense now. It was the only way he couldn't enjoy the sex with the beautiful Allison. He observed as Roger's lover dropped to his knees, removing the towel. "That's my cue." Marty concluded, and with Roger distracted and facing away, he crept back up to the house and went to bed, his mind racing. Marty jumped between his excitement for what tomorrow would bring and the thoughts of what he had just witnessed. Friday night, Marty pulled his car over, parking it on the street across from the park. Technically the park closed at dark, and he didn't want to get busted by using the lot inside the park. He crossed the street and made his way to the picnic area. There to Marty's mixed shock and excitement was the form of a woman. When he was close enough to make her out in the shadow he saw that she sat on the bench of one of the tables. her legs were spread and completely exposed, a skirt was hiked up over her hips and her fingers were rubbing at her clit. She motioned for Marty to come to her. "Pull it out." She demanded, and with little coaxing Marty fumbled with the zipper of his shorts. Before he could do much else, the woman slipped her free hand into his shorts and pulled out his half stiff rod. Marty heard a noise of approval pass her lips as she squeezed his cock to its fullness. She continued to pleasure herself as she stroked Marty's now twitching hard cock. He could hear the wetness of her slit as she plunged her fingers in and out of it. "Look at me, boy." She said at last breaking the silence. Marty hadn't really looked at anything other than her dripping mound and now that he paid attention to her features, found her to be rather attractive. Her Blonde hair had a curl to it, and framed her fair face well, brown eyes with heavy make up stared fiercely at him. Her lips were thin, but curved and feminine. She stared into Marty's eyes as she worked his cock. It was electrifying and Marty was soon getting to the point of no return. She seemed to sense this, and stood. "Cum on it." She growled, pressing herself against him. Marty felt the finely trimmed patch of pubic hair pressing against the head of his cock. Their eyes locked and Marty was there. He felt the spasm of his first rope of cum. White and hot its spurted all over her patch of hair, and back onto the head of his cock as he continued to empty more of the sticky fluid onto them. His knees trembled as she continued to kneed every drop of sperm out of Marty's cock, squeezing off the last drop. She took his softening member and used it to smear the cum around, making a mess. As quickly as it had started it was now over, and the woman walked away, fixing her skirt. Marty stuffed himself back in his shorts and limped back to his car. All on the way home he thought of his mysterious mature woman, and how she two was returning home, with his drying spunk all over her maintained bush. It was intoxicating enough to get him hard again on the way home. Marty awoke the next day with a smile on his face and after he grabbed a cup of coffee he sat down to check his email. He had a new message. "To My New Boy Toy You've had your mature touch, now your young cock is going to be mine. Same time next Friday. -Catherine" He had six days to go... Marty's Quest Ch. 02 It was Thursday. Again. Marty watched the kitchen clock tick past the half hour mark, it was getting on towards midnight and insomnia plagued Marty for the second Thursday in a row. This wasn't normal insomnia, mind you. No, this was brought on by the lust of a nineteen year old, who in twenty two and a half hours would be in a park, with his new mistress, Catherine. His thoughts drifted to last Friday, the adrenaline pumping through him, as he approached her. The thoughts of her skilled hands coaxing stream after stream of cum onto her pristinely trimmed muff. The weakness in his knees as he exploded, and the awkward walk back to his car, his body trying to recover from all the new sensations that only a late night, public handjob from a strange woman met on the internet can bring. Marty drained the last gulp of milk from his glass and set it next to the sink. He flipped the light off, resigned to try his hand at sleep once more, but as he strode past the kitchen window, another familiar sight caught his attention. The faint reflective glimmer of the neighbor's hot tub. Marty decided that some fresh air would do him some good, and if not, than a second chance to see his neighbor's wife, Allison naked would. Last week, Marty was stranded in his yard. Star gazing to calm his nerves before his first meeting with Catherine, he hadn't noticed that his neighbor Roger had joined him, well not him, but had decided to get in his hot tub. Something Marty cared very little about, until Allison sauntered out and disrobed in front of her husband and more importantly, the undetected Marty one yard over. Darting through the gloom of the living room, Marty made his way to the garage. His plan of attack was to use the door on the side of the garage to quietly exit the house. He'd be perfectly positioned between the yards where he could see if Allison would make a second nude appearance or not. With any luck, the new angle would reveal more of the show this week, and since he wouldn't be out in the open, Marty might get to have a little fun of his own this week. The garage gave him little trouble as beams of moon light pierced the room, allowing Marty to spot any ill conceived booby traps, like the weed eater he gingerly hopped over. The outside door gave way with nary a squeak and Marty pushed it shut after him, leaving it ajar, just enough to beat a quick retreat if he had to. Marty made the transition from the warm side path, and into the lawn. His bare feet sank into the soft grass, making it easy for him to creep along the side of the house and soon, Roger's hot tub was in view. There was Roger, tossing a spent beer can towards an open bin not too far away. The aluminum pinged off the bin and landed beside the bin with a clink. "Fucking hell." Roger muttered before a belch. Marty had only seen Roger drink once or twice and knew he was no alcoholic, but tonight he was definitely blitzed. He mumbled to himself incoherently and seemed to be struggling to stay awake even. While it was not the nymph like form of Allison, Marty found himself curiously interested in what was bothering his neighbor. Sure Roger was noted for being the neighborhood dick, but he seemed genuinely miserable. Last time, Marty had stayed after Roger's quickie with his wife to see him exit the hot tub and be greeted by a male acquaintance who, as Marty briefly saw, was more than happy to suck the remaining juice and chlorinated water from Roger's dick for him. Perhaps he had been found out. Marty began to speculate. Maybe, he thought, Allison hadn't been in bed yet, maybe she saw him getting man head from the house and is gonna leave him! Marty had mixed emotions about that. As sad as it is to see a couple fall apart, Marty had been pining for Allison since his penis could become erect. If she were free, he could swoop in and take her away. Marty's cock started to ache in his gym shorts. He was hesitant to touch it, in the off chance that he should be happened upon in the yard, with just a half naked drunkard in view, Marty would probably fail at explaining away his hardened member as a product of mental fantasizing, that shit can be done inside. As if to ease his pain, Allison arrived. She, a vision as ever, walked towards her husband, her body clad only in a towel, much as it was last week. Unable to resist the straining anymore, Marty slid his dick from his shorts and rubbed the head with his finger tips. Meanwhile, Allison was curling her fingers into the soft terrycloth of the towel, unraveling the top and opening it to him. Marty could only see her from behind, the rectangle of fabric blocking the good bits like a giant censor bar. Everything under her shoulder blades and above mid thigh was shielded from view. Marty was unbothered by this, he was a teenager, he had to be resourceful in his masterbatorial undertakings. Sometimes he didn't have the internet and so late night television, fashion ads, or other materials had to cut it. So a real life, mostly hidden from view, woman of his dreams was more than enough for Marty to hack it. Slow, deliberate pumps were administered to Marty's cock. He watched with mounting arousal, anticipating what would happen next. What did happen, was heart breaking. Roger waved Allison away, and although Marty was rewarded with the briefest of views as she spun back towards the house, she was all to quickly covered by that damnable towel. Her face was clearly troubled, her pretty eyes cast down, hidden from sight. Marty tucked himself back in his shorts and made his way up to bed. Some how sleep managed to wrestle Marty into submission for the night, and finally with the chirping of birds to signify it, Friday had arrived again. Marty sprang from bed with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Gone were the bacon, eggs, and toast that awaited him on the kitchen table, inhaled in a matter of seconds by Marty. His parents took note of his mood, and his Mom asked the question on their minds. "What's got you in such a mood, today?" His mom's singsong voice and innocent question made the last scrap of bacon stick in Marty's throat. I'm getting some tonight from a woman that's your age in the park, would undoubtedly be the wrong response, and with his parent's collective eyebrows raising unison like an unspoken timer on his response Marty winged it. "I'm going out with some friend's tonight." He lied, hoping that his parent's wouldn't grill him on it. His dad called the b bluff. "Who's back? I thought you were going to end up stranded this summer." His dad inquired, the tone in his voice was evident, he knew something was off. "I, uh, just some of the guys," Marty continued, his hole growing deeper as he dug, "just stopping up for the weekend." Vague and with no names used to reference should his dad check his story out later, Marty danced around the topic. "Well, I need you to help me move some shit in the yard first." His dad said, the change his voice seemed less pressing now. "Yeah, what needs moving?" Marty asked, keeping the new topic afloat. "That stack of leftover bricks on the side of the house, you know, from when we redid the patio," his dad explained, "anyway, Roger's giving me seventy five bucks for them, so he can build something for his yard. I just need help putting them over in his yard for him." "When?" The eagerness in his voice so evident that his father grinned. "Allison gets home from work at noon today, she agreed to show us where to stack the bricks, since Roger will be gone most of the day." To Marty, who had wondered how he would burn most of the day away to get to his lustful reunion with Catherine, spending a portion with Allison was perfect. The hour and half between then and noon flew by and before he knew it, Marty was standing with a stack of bricks in his arms, his dad instructing him to take them next door. Marty crossed the yard and saw, to his mingled fear and delight, that Allison was waiting for him in her yard. She was still dressed from work, a pair of aqua flats, accenting her tanned legs, a thigh length black skirt, and a flowery blouse with spots of color that matched her shoes. It was a modest, yet stunning outfit for her, thought Marty as he drew nearer. "Hey, Marty!" She waved, her smile sent a shiver through him and he was able to steal a look into her sapphire eyes. With a graceful turn she showed Marty where to set the bricks. He did as instructed, starting a tidy pile next to their patio door. "I'm gonna change real quick, I'll be back out in a sec." She said, slipping inside. Marty nodded absently before leaving to grab another handful of bricks. He found his dad on the phone when he returned and knew that it meant this was a solo project now, any other time, this would bother him, but this was a task that Marty was thrilled to have to handle alone. With the second load of bricks in hand, he made his return. The yard was empty and after dropping the second stack he made the return trip for round three. By now the sun was taking its toll on Marty and his shirt was growing damp from sweat, his eyes stung, but with another load of bricks filling his hands he'd just have to deal with it. To Marty's dismay, Allison was back in the yard and had slipped into something more comfortable. A pair of running shorts, that exposed her shapely thighs in all their glory. Her breasts were restrained in a white tank top, that struggled against the hefty lobes of flesh that it fought to cover. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her smile sent Marty's dick unchecked into a full hard on. She was stretching, preparing to go on one of her jogs around the block. Marty stared uncontrollably as she bent to touch her toes, the already sinfully small shorts slid up what little thigh it covered and showcased the bottom third of her ass. The material in the center bunching up and outlining the hidden sex underneath its shiny fabric. Marty, with little to no blood in his brain at this point froze, mesmerized by the view. When she looked back at him it took Marty far too long to react and spurting some mangled sentence about grabbing the last of the bricks Marty flew off into his yard, his boner leading the way, like the mast of a ship. He was able to fight his erection off before retrieving the last few bricks, his father was still engrossed on the phone. He trudged back through the yard one last time, sure he was about to get a stern talking to from Allison, but she had vanished. Presumably on her run. Marty set the bricks down, straightened out the stack, and retreated to his room, sullen. At 9:58 Marty shut off his car and exited onto the road. Across from him was the park, the park were to his adulation Catherine waited for her young boy toy. He made is way towards the picnic area where they met last week, freshly showered and changed, Marty felt more confident this week. There she was, blonde hair unmistakable in the lamp light. She was not fingering herself this time, she stood clad in a green sundress and flip flops. As Marty arrived on the scene she greeted him with a wolfish grin. "There's my toy. Right on time." her husky voice slick with desire. Her fingers curled, come hither, for Marty to follow. He did, like a lamb to slaughter. She led him out of the wedge of light and into the secluded darkness of the park beyond. In a stretch of grass, nestled behind a tree she ordered him onto the ground. Marty sank to his knees. Catherine stepped to him, and lifted the dress. "Eat." She hissed. Marty gladly obeyed. He had experience in the field of pussy eating, having done so in the past on numerous occasion with girlfriends. This was totally different ball game. Catherine would have had way more experience than the few girls that Marty had dated, and he knew that only his A game would sate his mistress. He leaned forward, touching his nose to her trimmed bush. He kissed gently at the top of her pussy, intent on building her up a bit before conquering her clit with his tongue. "I said eat, toy." Came the order again, and Catherine clutched the back of Marty's head in her hands and thrust his face into her slit. Uninterested in the seductive foreplay Marty wanted to provide, she held his head tightly until Marty's tongue went to work in earnest. He lapped at her clit, feeling the bulb of verves slip along his tongue with each pass. "That's it." Catherine purred. Marty, feeling bold, started his licks farther down now, getting the tangy juice of Catherine's wet snatch in his mouth. Each lick started closer to her searing hot opening until Marty was licking her from hole to clit. Each pass now causing shudders through Catherine's body until she grabbed Marty's head and stopped it at her clit. Marty took the cue, and concentrated his efforts. The quaking grip of Catherine's fingers in his scalp signified that she was about to cave. "Fuck." Was all she blurted, but her knees buckled and Marty could feel a fresh jet of juice hit him in the chin as he continued to work through her sopping orgasm. When finished, Catherine pushed Marty onto his back, the blow knocked the air from his lungs. When he regained his wits, Marty realized that Catherine had already removed his engorged rod from his shorts. She was between his knees now, her blonde hair masking his cock from view, but when her lips parted over his tip he knew what was happening. She wasted no time, bobbing furiously to withdraw the cum from Marty's dick. Instinctively he tried to sit up, but a skilled hand pressed him back onto the grass. His mind focused on the rhythmic sucking noises emanating from Catherine's mouth. Her tongue swirled the head with the start of each new plunge, and down she went, to the base each and every time, a voracious head shake to take the last bit of him in her throat with each turn. Marty's head was swimming now, the constant waves of pleasure making his toes curl. He felt like he could lay there forever, but Catherine was ready for it to be done. Her hands, unneeded until now, sought out his balls, and with his sac in her grip, she squeezed. It hurt at first, but it seemed to do the trick, as an instant later, Marty could feel the surging pulse of his semen on its way to being released. The first blob of his spunk fired off half way into Catherine's bobbing motion, she moaned when it filled her mouth, and quickly pressed her face all the way down onto Marty's twitching member. She held his spitting cock in her mouth, pressing every drop she could from his swollen balls. Blast after blast emptied from Marty as the deep sensations made him twitch and writhe all over until every bit of his seed had been deposited into Catherine's waiting throat. When she had her fill, she let the spent and shrinking dick slide from her mouth, stood over Marty with a smile and left him there. Breathless and drained it took Marty several minutes to remember that he had a lower body, and several more to understand that he was half naked and outside still. When blood circulated through his brain once more and his wits were about him again, he left for home. As he had last week, he checked his email, seeing if Catherine had left another response. She had. "Boy Toy, Next time you will fill my cunt with your cum. Friday." His cock was too drained to become erect at the prospect, but he had a week to regain his strength between now and then. He sank into a deep sleep that night, without worry or care. It was Wednesday that he had his next meeting with Allison. His dad had pimped him out as a work mule again, his task was to water the lawn, where his dad had just reseeded it. To his terror, Allison approached him and with her customary smile and invited Marty to join her...and Roger... for a get together they were hosting that night. He hesitantly agreed, going only because he'd get to spend time with her. As the time approached, Marty made his way next door. He rang the bell, and Roger ushered him inside. They talked briefly and Their attention turned when Allison appeared from the kitchen, followed by her friend. "Marty, you made it!" Allison exclaimed, then she introduced Marty to her friend from work. Catherine. Marty's Quest Ch. 03 Marty rationalized the fear from his mind as best as he could. Catherine's nails dug into his skin as they shook hands, she had him like a rabbit in the talons of a hawk and instinctively he tried to pull away from the handshake as quickly as possible. She held onto his hand, lingering with her claw like grip. At first Marty couldn't figure out why seeing Catherine made him so nervous, then it dawned on him, Catherine scared him... just a little bit. Perhaps it was less a fear of her, and more a fear of the unknown. Had Catherine been telling Allison of her late night rendezvous with Marty? Would she talk about it openly during this party for all to hear? That powerful grip of her hand, which worked magic when it was on his cock, now felt foreign and awkwardly suffocating on his hand. With great care, Catherine ended the handshake, dragging one nail down the length of Marty's palm and along his finger tip as their hands parted. A subtle way to quell his fear, or a predator toying with her prey? "It's so nice to meet you, Marty. Ally has told me so much about what a wonderful, young man you are." Catherine smiled, her voice strange to Marty, without its usual husky, demanding tone. Marty squeaked out a thank you, before Catherine continued, "And fantastic with your hands too," she paused, just long enough for Marty's balls to retreat into his throat, "do you help Ally with chores very often?" "Oh!" Marty exclaimed involuntarily with relief, "yeah, whenever I can. Usually its just stuff like hauling bricks or groceries." A bead of sweat was forming on Marty's brow. A grin crept its way along Catherine's face. "Perhaps she'll rent you out to me, I'd love to use you," she mused. Marty's cheeks were on fire, Catherine stole a glance at Allison, who was giggling to herself, then slipped a playful wink at Marty. For now, their secret seemed safe, and Marty's testicles descended back into place. The party got off to a slow start, thanks to Roger and his general laziness. The grill eventually saw some life, and burgers and hotdogs were served. Catherine kept Marty on a short leash for the evening, and while Allison spent most of that time in their company, she seemed just out of reach with Catherine's claws in him. Then, without warning, Marty's safety net slipped away. "I need to go make a beer run." Allison announced after checking a text message from Roger who was too into what he was doing to pull himself away and tell his wife in person, or do it himself. Marty felt a twinge of jealousy and then nervousness. "We'll be fine, I can pump Marty for information while you're gone!" Catherine smirked. Allison shook her head as she walked away, assuming the joke was at her expense some how. For Marty, Catherine pumping him had an entirely separate meaning. "So, Marty," She said, turning her leering gaze towards him, " How long have you had a crush on Ally?" Every drop of blood left Marty in an instant, and his eyes went wide. She blinked at him dully, waiting patiently for him to respond. "I...uh," he stammered, "for a long time." He said deflated. Catherine's face stared at him, unchanged by his admission. "Would you like to fuck her?" It was not a question of opinion, her tone was that of offering, "because I would like to help you, if that's the case." This time when she smiled at him, it seemed to be free of the sadistic quality that it usually had. Still, Marty felt like the lioness had let go of his tail, just to play with him some more. "Yes, I would like nothing more than to do that with her." He found the phrase 'fuck Allison' sticking in his throat and had to avoid it. Catherine's teeth flashed between her succulently painted lips. "One condition, we do it together." Marty's brain had to reboot. He had to have heard that wrong, "Ally has been my friend for years, and I, too, want to fuck her. So, we do it together, deal?" She extended her hand, and Marty sheepishly took it into his. They shook again, now partners in a new venture. "Do you have a plan?" Marty asked, shocked that this second handshake had been free of pain. "Of course," she straightened her skirt and took a sip of her drink before continuing, "Roger, that dickhead, needs to be out of the picture. He has a secret that I will exploit. Would you care to know what it is?" "He likes guys." Marty replied flatly. "very good, how did you know that?" She inquired, her face full of mischief. "I saw him with another guy, I fell asleep in the backyard and, well, when I woke up, Allison was going inside the house and some man met Roger in the shadows and, yeah..." Marty trailed off. "That was my doing. I have been plotting to rid Allison of him for months, and that plan is about to come to fruition. Friday, while you and I have our weekly meeting, Roger will be setting up a date for Saturday. On Saturday, I will be taking Allison out for drinks. Meanwhile Roger will be slipping his lover in the back door, as he has been doing. When we come home early from our night, Allison will catch Roger in the act of being balls deep in another man, half his age." "How? How did you plan all of this?" Marty asked, impressed with the thoroughness of her plot. "His lover is a co worker of mine. I had my suspicions of Roger, and so I had my friend bump into Roger one day. Within minutes they exchanged numbers, within hours, text messages, and within days they were exchanging blow jobs." She snapped upon the climax of her plot, signifying how easily it had all flowed together. "Then how do we go from ruining Allison's marriage to getting her into a threesome with us?" Asked Marty as he tried to bridge the gap in logic. "Leave the details of that to me, but just go along with whatever I do between now and then and within a week we will be conquering her together, lover." She leaned in as she spoke, until she whispered the word lover into his ear. It made Marty shiver, and he felt a tingling stir from his member. Her tongue brushed the outside of his ear lobe, just for a moment. "Alright guys, I'm back." Allison exclaimed. Marty went rigid instantly, he hadn't seen her approach. Catherine leaned back in her chair lazily, "What are you two up to?" She asked suspiciously. "I was just asking Marty for help with something on my to do list," Catherine's voice had a more seductive tone in it now, "if its okay with you that I steal your stud?" Allison's face went red. "Catherine!" Allison exclaimed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Marty," but Marty needed no apology, because to him these last few moments had been like Christmas and this was the best present of the bunch. She had a crush on him. The rest of the party was enjoyable, and Catherine helped Marty get to know Allison a little better, and with her constantly sexual remarks, Marty felt less awkward around Allison. He was feeling more empowered, and that night he fell asleep quickly, reliving the conversation between Catherine and himself. Friday had arrived, and more quickly passed by until Marty found himself walking the old familiar pathways of the park's trials. Catherine was waiting, barefoot and barely dressed. Her milky white breasts exposed, the top of her dress pulled down, and the bottom hiked up over her hips. Only a ruffled mass of black fabric kept her from being completely nude. Her blonde hair was tied back into a tight pony tail, and once she saw Marty, she turned and walked off towards the trees. Marty followed, his pace was quicker, closing the gap between them, but the growth in his pants was causing friction with his steps and a slick of pre cum soon formed on the outside of his shorts. When finally he reached the shadows of the tree line, he had lost sight of her. "Mistress?" He whispered, stepping further from the light. She swept up to him from behind a tree, where she had hid herself in wait. Before he fully comprehended her presence, she drew him into a deep kiss. Her bare flesh pressed against him. Instinctively, his hands went for her firm cheeks, squeezing and pulling on her ass while they kissed. Her teeth bit at his lips, playfully. Her hand curled its way into his shorts and grasped at his pulsing rod. She cooed as she held it, their lips and tongues still entwined. Catherine guided them backwards, never breaking the kiss, or grip of his cock. When the rough bark of a tree trunk was pressing into Catherine's back, she broke the kiss. "Put it in me, stud." Her voice was dripping with lust, and she squeezed Marty's cock so hard that it trapped the blood flow while she spoke. She released him, and his cock twitched, releasing a fresh bead of fluid. Catherine turned around and braced her hands against the tree, her firm little ass out and waiting for Marty to pierce between her splayed legs. Marty moved in behind Catherine's waiting mound, the coolness of the night air ended abruptly as the tip of his aching head touched the radiating heat of her pussy. She was sopping wet, and she accepted the entirety of his cock effortlessly. He remained inside of her for a moment, fighting off the urge to cum right then and there. He regained his composure and pulled back out until only his swelling tip remained inside of her and then he plunged back into her. His balls plopped against her clit, she let out a muffled moan of pleasure. He continued at a deliberate pace, steadily working himself into her like a piston. His pace was driving Catherine wild, he could tell that she wanted him to go faster, harder, something. To his pleasure, however, she mistook his general inexperience as carefully ministered teasing and just as he worked away the urge to blow his load into her, she brought him right back to the edge. "Please baby, fuck me hard!" She begged him, "I need you to ram me with that fucking dick!" For the first time, Marty was in charge over his mistress, and after he fought back the swelling tide in his balls, he gave his mature lover exactly what se wanted. He pulled almost all the way out, as he had, but then he kept his dick still. She moaned, almost in a panic, wanting to be filled again. Then, mid moan, he released one hand from her ass, grabbed at her pony tail and slammed his cock into her with such force that she yelped. He could feel Catherine rise onto her tip toes, and on the third pump of his quickened, more forceful pace, Marty could feel a wetness dribble down his sack. The wholeness of Catherine's pummeled snatched seized up into a series of spasms, and she came with a chain of hushed curses and groans. "Fucking make me cum, stud. God, mph! Make me feel like a fucking whore, yes!" She continued to pulsate on his dick, her knees trembling. Marty was getting close too, becoming all too aware of his labored breathing and the aching that now seemed to take over his lower body. Catherine relaxed a little, her orgasm subsiding, but Marty was still working in a frenzied, haphazard pace. His body taking over, knowing exactly what he wanted, he was losing control. Giving into the urge, and she could sense it. "That's it, lover," she whispered to him, "cum inside your mistress." She grabbed her ass with one hand, spreading herself for her young lover. Marty's head was spinning and she urged him on, spurring him on to cum, and cum he did. All at once his legs went stiff, the surge of heat rising up his shaft in slow motion, for the briefest of moments he held it inside, his eyes rolling back in his head at the intensity of the sensation, and then he burst. A spray of cum that made his whole body hurt with pleasure. Catherine gasped as his hot seed flowed into her in waves. When he was spent, he pulled his exhausted member from Catherine's snatch, followed by a dribble of their mingled fluids. Marty stood behind her, panting. He continued to hold her ass, but let go over her hair. With some strength back in his knees, he took a step back and put his sorts on. As he bent down to get them, he noticed the long, gleaming stream of cum that had flowed out of her. The syrupy tendril stretched down to her knees and lengthened with each one of Catherine's ragged breaths until it finally broke from her and disappeared into the shadows under the tree. Catherine collapsed back onto the soles of her feet. She wiped the sweat from her face and shot Marty a look of euphoria as she fixed her dress. "We still have details to discuss, lover." Catherine said, they were both clothed, if not a little disheveled still, and returning to the lit picnic area. "Sure, what do you need me to do?" Marty replied. "During our night out, tomorrow, I will need for you to keep an eye on things at Allison's. Obviously my little pet can't send me texts once he's inside or Roger might get suspicious." "So, what? You need me to sneak in...and watch?" Marty asked unsure of what she wanted. "No. Nothing like that. Just send me a text when he's inside, and then let me know where in the house they are. You don't have to be inside, just let me work that part out, okay?" Catherine finished, anticipating his questions. "Okay, what about after?" "Here," she handed him her phone, "put your number in here. Allison thinks I have it now anyway, so I will be able to use it to call on you." She took the phone back when he was finished, and laid out the last bit of the plan, "I know Allison, better, I know her when she's drunk and upset. She's been sexually repressed for years, she'll be more than happy to let me tend to her lust, and when I bring your name up, she'll jump at the chance to get you in the sack." Marty was silent for a moment. The reality of this seemed like it was too good to be true, but there was a lot that could go wrong between now and then, and a lot to get right to make it work. "Okay," he said after weighing his doubts, "just let me know when it's going down with Roger and I'll keep you updated." With that, Catherine kissed him on the cheek and walked towards her car. Marty turned and headed for home. This next week would be tough, but the reward would be more than his wildest fantasies in terms of Allison. He would have her, with his mistress, in a threesome. But would this plan work? He'd just have to wait and see...