David Crane: The wife_s young lover

But she knew damn well that if she had to spend the day alone, she was going to start remembering how wonderful it had been to suck that sweet young pecker – and the remembrance was going to make her so hot that she would simply have to finger-fuck herself. And a manual orgasm was not going to be satisfactory – not when young Billy Wilson would be kneeling at his shoeshine box, hoping that Marlene would show up.

But she couldn't tell Charles why she didn't want to be left alone, of course. She would have to fight against the unholy urge – if she only could.

So she just looked at him and nodded.

Charles got dressed. He had a bit of trouble getting his pants zipped up, because his cock kept sticking out of his fly. He left, carrying an empty briefcase. He had another camera that he kept at his office and he left the Polaroid on the dresser, having forgotten it was there.

Marlene didn't notice it.

Her thoughts were elsewhere.

The contingencies of circumstance were working against Marlene in her struggle to remain a faithful wife. The dice were loaded against fidelity.

She tried her best to occupy her mind and to avoid thinking lewd thoughts. But she made the mistake of looking out the back window.

And who should she see but Mike Parker!

And Mike was jerking off!

Young Mike had had a hard on continuously ever since, the morning before, he had gotten a look at Marlene's cunt. Mike was a virgin, but horny as a demented weasel.

He was in the habit of jacking off a great deal at the best of times and now, such was the inspiration of a look at Marlene's juicy cunt, he couldn't seem to empty his balls no matter how hard he tried.

He had seen a cunt!

The image was engraved on his mind. It seemed to have been stamped into his head as if by a branding iron, the sight trapped in his ocular nerves as if his eyes had filmed it. The images of fat tit and stiff nipples and hairy cuntmound were there, too, but mainly he remembered a wet pussy – all pink and open with the slot filled with cream.

He had jacked off all afternoon, gone to bed early and jacked off under the covers until finally, exhausted and with his wrist aching, he had fallen asleep. He had awakened with a hard-on and had pulled it off twice before he got up. It did no good. His cock softened after he came, but then swelled up again moments later.

He decided to spend the whole day whacking off.

He jerked off in the bathroom, in the garage, back in his bedroom, kneeling in front of the minor and, when his mother went to the shop, in the kitchen. Mike liked to vary the scene of his masturbations. Just as a horny man likes to fuck a variety of women, so did Mike, a virgin, take pleasure in fucking his fist in different circumstances.

Haying already fucked most of the rooms in the house, he decided to fuck the bushes.

His house was divided from Marlene's by a fence, and the fence ended at a small stand of trees and bushes – that little glade had been fertilized by Mike's cum many times before. He felt very secure there. He had checked it out carefully before the first time he had jacked off there, and had discovered that the bushes hid him from every window in his house. Mike was terrified that his mother might catch him at it sometime, but he was confident that she couldn't see him in the bushes.

He was single-minded about his security.

Mike was so careful to secrete himself from his mother's line of sight that it never occurred to the boy that he was plainly visible from Marlene's window.

He wandered along the fence and moved as casually as a boy with a hard-on can into the little glade. He stood with his back to his own house and looked over his shoulder just to make sure that no falling foliage might have opened a vista. No, he couldn't see the house except for the roof. Surely his mother couldn't see him.

He opened his pants and his cock jumped out like a coiled spring into his hand.

He took the fat stick like a relay, runner taking a baton, his hand already pumping steadily as the fat meat fell into his palm. He grimaced with pleasure. His lips drew back from his teeth and his eyes narrowed and slanted so that he looked like a mad Oriental weaving some inscrutable design.

And it was in that position that Marlene saw the boy.

She gasped. Her eyes went wide and she was starting to pant even before the truth of the scene had registered in her mind, her hot loins realizing what she was looking at before her mind did. Her features were contorted as if emulating the expression on the boy's lust-crazed face.

Oh! That naughty boy!

That lovely, delicious boy.

She wondered if he was jerking off because he had seen her cunt the day before, if he was thinking about her as he pulled his meat so frantically.

She hoped so.

She cupped her hand over her cunt.

Marlene was wearing hot pants, and hot was the operative word. Her pussy was burning like a fiery ember through the material and into her hand. But she didn't stroke her cunt; she just held it as if to contain her juicy passion.

Oh! I mustn't! Not Mike… not Julia Parker's son.

But Julia would never know, and…

The scene was just too thrilling. Marlene's good intentions melted away in the heat of her lust.

She knew what she would do. She would wander out into the yard and catch the boy at it – as if by accident. He would be mortified, of course, and she might threaten to tell his mother what he was doing, just to make him more pliable. And then she could tell him that it was all right, that there was nothing wrong with masturbating – but that it felt a whole lot nicer if someone else did it for you.

She would do it! She would pump that beautiful boy's big dick and watch the jism spurt, out.

Mike would love it. He would want more. Maybe they could arrange things so that he would call at her house every day for a hand-job, and in time, Marlene might move on to better things – taking his cock in her mouth first and then up her cunt and.

It would be a handy situation. She had tried her best to avoid sex with the neighbor lad, but when a woman saw a lusty young man jerking off, all good intentions went for naught.

Her hands were tingling for a handful of cock, and her mouth was watering for a taste of pecker, and her pussy had started to cream in expectation.

Marlene hurried to the back door. But she was too late.

Mike was a quick-fire cock-wanker. Inspired more than he had ever been before, he had shot his wad within minutes and staggered off through the bushes.

When Marlene came wandering up, as if by chance, she found that the boy had gone.

She almost sobbed with disappointment. She stared at the bushes, and sure enough, she saw his cum hanging from the leaves and branches like congealing quicksilver. The woman was so aroused that she was tempted to get down on her knees and lick that wasted jism off the greenery.

Dizzy with lust, she moved away, intent on returning to her house and rubbing herself off, but knowing that her hand would be a poor substitute for young prick.

And as she came out from the bushes by the fence, she saw Julia Parker walking toward her.

Julia was a sexy woman in her thirties with long dark hair and big bouncy tits. She was wearing a light cotton dress that clung to her curves as she moved.

Seeing Marlene, she smiled in a neighborly fashion.

She leaned over the fence, her big tits thrusting out over the top.

Marlene, because she was so hot and bothered, felt like having a nice erotic conversation.

She said, "Well, not today, thank heavens."

"Oh?" Julia asked, her eyebrows arching. "Charles gave me some lovely head this morning."

"Lucky girl!"

"It was really weird. I was dreaming about naughty things. And when I woke up, Charles was going down on me and I had already started to cream." Julia was intrigued.