Frank Brown - Making housewives happy

"Home, sweet home," Rita said as she unlocked the front door of her two-story mansion and ushered Alice into the foyer.

"Everytime I come over here I turn green with envy," Alice said. She paused in front of the foyer mirror to straighten the few strands of her red hair that the spring breeze had licked out of place.

"Tell me another one," Rita said. "Your house is even bigger than this monstrosity." She checked her own brunette hair in the mirror. "Pam darling, are you here?"

No answer.

"She must have finished early and left," Rita said. "Although I don't see how she could have cleaned this place in two hours, it usually takes her all day. She's such a petite little thing."

"It would take me a month to clean this place," Alice said. "And then I'd need about six months of bed rest to recover. So, where are the goodies?"

"Upstairs in the library," Rita said. "Right this way."

The two women removed their high heels and climbed the winding, plushly carpeted stairway in their stocking feet.

"I can't wait to see the old pictures," Alice said.

It was silly, but she hadn't felt excited like this in a long time – maybe not in years. It was so silly getting this excited over something as trivial as old high school and college yearbooks. She and Rita, on a whim, had deserted their women's social group at the country club to rush here to Rita's house and see the old yearbooks. It really was quite foolish, juvenile even.

"I don't know why," Rita said, "but I haven't looked at them myself in at least ten years."

"At least you still have them," Alice said.

Her own yearbooks had disappeared sometime, somewhere during one of her many relocations with her evangelist husband, now a renowned television preacher.

The two women entered the library, the walls of which were lined from floor to ceiling with bookshelves crammed with books, mostly law books. Rita's husband was a lawyer turned politician, presently serving in the state legislature.

"This room is the spitting image of my husband's library at home," Alice said, "except all the books there are Bibles and Biblical studies."

Rita lugged an armload of books to the leather-upholstered couch where Alice had taken a seat and the two women started paging through them. Alice's heart was pounding. She couldn't contain a girlish squeal when she came across a picture of herself and Rita as freshman cheerleaders in high school. In the picture, both girls were performing perfect splits as they waved pom-poms.

"Think you can still do this?" Alice asked, showing Rita the picture.

"Think you can?"

"We were so cute in those days," Alice said. "Look at our ponytails. I wonder what it would be like to be this young again."

"Dream on."

"Just for a few minutes, I'd like to be this young again to see what it's like," Alice said.

"You'd have heart failure, and so would I," Rita said. "Even if we do exercise our butts off at the spa, our middle-aged hearts couldn't take the excitement of being thirteen again, even for a few minutes."

"You're probably right," Alice said with a sigh.

Rita got up to open a window. "It's stuffy in here. And look at this dust! If Pam thinks she can get away with such a shoddy, job of cleaning, then she's going to be out of a job, even if I did just hire her only two weeks ago. Good help is so hard to find these days."

"You're telling me," Alice said, who had fired more housekeepers than she could count.

Rita slid up the window and was about to return to the couch when she put her hand over her mouth.

"My God!" she whispered, gaping out the window.

"What is it?"

"Stay there," Rita whispered. "You don't want to see this."

"Like heck I don't!" Alice said, and she was standing beside Rita in a second. At first she saw only the back lawn bordered by high, ivy covered walls, the flower gardens and manicured trees, the swimming pool and marble sculptures. Then her eyes focused and, like Rita, she put her own hand over her mouth.

"Scandalous! Probably illegal too!"

"Not to mention sinful," Alice said. "Who are they?"

"Pam, my delinquent house cleaner, about to become my ex-house cleaner. And Robert, my lawnboy, about to become my ex-lawnboy."

"Oh my." Alice said, watching the teenage couple shove hands down each other's shorts as they French-kissed.

The teenagers were kneeling on a blanket spread on the lawn near the swimming pool and making out passionately. The girl, a willowy blonde with hair dangling nearly to her rump, was as topless as the boy. As she kissed him, she rubbed her swollen tits against his muscular, tanned chest. The boy, with shaggy brown hair that covered his ears and hung in his eyes, groaned as the girl massaged his cock. Both teenagers were barefoot.

"It's so big!" Pam panted. "Let me see it!"

She started unbuttoning the boy's cutoffs.

"We'd better call the police," Rita whispered. "This is getting out of hand."

Alice grabbed Rita's arm.

"No," she said. "Not yet."

Rita frowned at her.

Down below in the yard Pam was puffing down the lawnboy's shorts. The boy's cock sprang out, erect and throbbing, as big as the cock of a stallion.

Alice and Rita stared, speechless. Pam quivered from head to toes, her skin flushed rosy with excitement.

"Oh, Robby!" Pam said, her fingers trailing up and down the boy's vein-bulging cock. "It's huge!"

"Nine inches," the boy said. "Take off your shorts."

The girl's tits jiggled as she wiggled out of her shorts. The boy reached between her legs, smearing his fingers in the sat-like fuckjuice that had trickled from between her furry blonde cuntlips. He stuck his middle finger up her cunt and twisted it, making the girl squirm and roll her eyes. He pulled his finger out and sucked her juices off it. The girl dipped her finger in the lubricant that was oozing from the boy's cock and tasted it. The couple smiled at each other and kissed, grinding their young bodies together.

Alice's heart slammed in her chest. Her legs trembled and she could hardly remain standing. Her cunt throbbed with a maddening desire, a burning itch that made her want to masturbate. Only Rita's presence prevented her from doing so.

Pam slid down the boy's body, mizzling his square pectoral muscles, licking his small brown nipples, kissing the segments of his abdominal muscles. She nibbled down the thin line of dark fur that ran from his navel to his groin, nuzzled down under his balls, kissing, licking, sucking. The boy's cock swelled even larger, its foreskin peeling back nearly completely off its moist, purplish knob.

"I love balls!" Pam growled. "And I love prick! The bigger the better. This is the biggest prick I ever saw."

On her hands and knees in front of the boy, the petite blonde grabbed his cock at the base of the shaft, pulled his foreskin down tight, and started licking his enormously swollen cockhead.

"Oh, my [missing text]." The boy clasped his hands behind his neck, thrust his loins forward, twisted his head from side to side, luxuriating in the in the girls burning body.

Sweat trickled from his armpits. Lube oozed from his gaping pisshole. His eyes rolled.

The excited girl moaned and cooed, slurping up the sticky, spittle-like strands of the boy's fucklube as it oozed out and hung from the tip of his cock. She licked the head as if it were an ice-cream cone. She got her lips around the knob and slid her mouth onto his cock, swallowing the knob and several inches of shaft. She looked as if she'd swallowed a fist.

"Oh man, suck it!" the youth moaned, wiggling his ass, working his cock deeper into the girl's throat.

Pam's blonde head twisted and bobbed. Her lips smacked and loud, sucking noises came from her mouth. She groaned, growled, sucking the boy's nine-inch cock and beating herself off with her right hand, which jerked between her legs. Pussycream oozed from her throbbing cunt and trickled down her inner thighs like corn syrup.