David Crane: The wife_s young lover

She truly was a horny woman.

She stared at his cock and licked her lips and wondered if she dared to take it in her mouth. The idea of incest didn't bother her. It was depraved, of course, but all the more thrilling because of that – the charm of utter depravity. But she was afraid that the boy might awaken if she commenced to suck his dick, and it would be hard to explain it to him if he were to catch her with a mouthful of cock. It wasn't the sort of thing that could easily be passed off as a mistake.

Still, he was sleeping so very soundly.

Julia leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue up his fat cockshaft and across the cockhead. The boy didn't stir. She licked again. His cock tasted of cum, she noted. That made it all the better. She simply couldn't help herself – the licks had made her ravenous for cockmeat. She slurped his knob into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Looking out from under her hooded eyelids, she watched his face warily, ready to leap away if he showed any signs of waking. But Mike was dead to the world. His cock was still potent, but it was as if it were disembodied, for his mind had been drained along with his balls during twenty-four hours of nearly continuous masturbating.

Encouraged by the depth of his slumber, horny Julia settled down to suck him off.

She was surprised when the boy didn't shoot, immediately, for she thought it logical that a teenager with a hard-on would cream with little effort. But although his dick was iron hard and fiery hot, it showed no signs of ejaculating for a long time.

Now knowing that he had whacked off fanatically, Julia was bemused by this.

She was also pleased, for there were few more in the future.

Then she wondered if she would have the nerve to tell her good friend, Marlene, what she had done.

She didn't think she would dare. Still, Marlene had sucked off a shoe shine boy. And when they were both hot and hungry, shame held no dominion.

Why, she might even invite Marlene over for a suck on the sleeping boy's cock, sometime!

That idea thrilled her to the tips of her toes. She could just picture it! The boy would be drugged by a sleeping draught, so there would be no danger of having him wake up, and the two of them could fake turns sucking his prick. It would be a sort of contest, the winner being the one who managed to milk his hot thick load.

Then they could suck, each other off.

These thoughts got Julia so worked up that she slurped Mike's softened dick back into her mouth and sucked it up hard again. After a long, long time, she thrilled to another bubbling mouthful of his teenage jism.

She could hardly wait until Monday morning.

And Mike, when he awakened after a solid twelve hours of exhausted slumber, vaguely recalled having experienced two wet dreams.

It amazed him. He had never had a wet dream before, mainly because he kept his cock and balls drained with a steady masturbating effort so that there was no build-up of jism which might release itself in his sleep.

He felt proud.

It wasn't every boy who could jerk oft steadily for twenty-four hours and still have two wet dreams.

In the near future, Mike as going to have a whole lot of wet dreams. And he was going to feel very tired after breakfast, as well, about twice a week.

Mike never could figure it out.

She wanted to pick the boy up and bring him home for a fuck.

She hoped that she would be able to get him out of her system, to void herself of her lust for young boys by slaking that lust to excess.

She went out to the car.

She wanted Billy, and she wasn't ashamed of that. But she did feel a bit guilty about cuckolding Charles while he was at the office working so hard.

But Charles was not at the office.

He had stopped there, but only to pick up his spare camera, and then he had driven over to Lucy Lander's apartment. Lucy was a girl of twenty-two who desired to be a professional model but who was too lazy to make the effort. She vas the opposite of Charles, so that they got along famously together. Whereas Charles liked to fake lewd photographs, Lucy simply adored posing for them. It was the closest that she would ever come to modeling, and it was fun, too, for the girl was a bit of a narcissist who loved to see her charms captured on film.

She was pleased to see Charles standing, complete with camera, on her threshold.

Too lazy to work, Lucy was also too lazy to get dressed, and she habitually walked around the house naked. She was naked as she opened the door, not giving a damn who happened to be standing there.

"Why, Charles, you dear man… come in!"

In went Charles, he eyed the girl appreciatively.

She was tall and willowy, with corn silk hair, pert thrusting tits and an ass shaped like a valentine. Her cunt was big and juicy, as if it had been meant for a larger or wider-hipped girl. Larger than, life, it was a fine photographic subject.

"Going to take some pictures?"

"That's what I had in mind."

"Great… I got a brand new dildo."

"How very thoughtful of you," said Charles.

He had photographed Lucy while she fucked herself with plenty of elongated objects – zucchini, bananas, sausages – but he had never captured her on film while she employed a proper dildo.

"I haven't used it yet," she said. "I was saving it for when you came over. It's been used, because I bought it second-hand, but I'm not jealous."

She led him into the bedroom.

The dildo was in a handy position on the nightstand, and she held it up for Charles' approval. It was a huge rubber dick with a flaring head and veins seaming the shaft. At the hilt, it was fitted with a leather harness so that a girl could wear it if she happened to have need of a cock for any devious purposes. Charles approved of the device.

Lucy sat on the bed.

Charles prepared his camera.

He didn't take his clothing off. He never had with Lucy, for strange as it may seem, they didn't fuck. Charles was faithful to his wife and only wanted to take photos of other women. Lucy was fat too lazy to put out the energy that fucking required. She liked only to pose in languid positions and, afterwards, admire her form on film.

Lucy lubricated the rubber dick by pushing the knob into her mouth and salivating on it, then tonguing, up and down the stalk until the whole tool was glistening.

Charles took a picture of her with the fat dick in her face as she concentrated on sucking it. Then he took another thoughtful shot of her face as she ran her pink tongue up the thick shaft. It was a lot more stimulating than, say, a banana, he thought. The dildo was pretty realistic. Although it had been quite exciting, he recalled, when the girl had proceeded to eat the big salami with which she'd fucker her cunt to a froth.

Now she started screwing herself ow the pseudo-cock, beginning in the missionary position and push-pulling the rubber wad in and out of her gaping gash.

Charles took pictures.

After she'd fucked herself in that manner for a while, she put the cockhead back into her mouth, and Charles delighted in snapping a shot of the pretty girl's mouth as she sucked her own cuntjuice off the bulging knob.

Lucy had begun to get as hot as could be – more from the knowledge that she was being watched, admired and photographed than from the actual physical stimulation of the dildo.

She got onto her hands and knees and straddled the dildo, her sweet ass weaving from side to side as she lashed her twat down on the upright fuck-tool.

Charles snapped and snapped. He changed film.

Lucy changed positions, plucking the dick from her snatch and putting it in again from the back, so that she was being fucked doggy fashion.

Charles had a booming hard-on. He opened his fly and took it out, but left it standing alone as he snapped a few more photos. Getting it up slowly, skinning the jism from his dick onto her hand. Then she brought her hand to her lips and began to gather up his jism with her tongue.