u/Deep-Root

I just started as an associate pastor after graduating seminary last year. I've been in my church about 3 months or so, and there's this group of older women (that's what they call themselves when they're around me!) who have been super welcoming and really nice to me. One of them, Robin, has become a kind of mentor/friend. She couldn't join, but she was really encouraging about this women's retreat and insisted I go, even though I was still nervous and feeling really "new" despite the ladies' best efforts.

We had a normal first retreat day. Some yoga overlooking the lake, journaling, a speaker about keeping intimacy alive in your marriage. And then there was a banana bread contest. Everyone was sooo nice. And it felt really good to be included... just what retreat's are supposed to do.

We were going to be four to a room at night. Each room had two full size beds and a cot. I was sharing a bed with one of my room-mates (Marcy), Sarah was in the other bed, and another older woman, Diane, on the cot.

But that night after we shut off the lights and finished all our giggling and chit-chatting, I was lying there next to Marcy and just feeling so good. I just really liked these women. I don't know. I know this sounds insane but I started brushing my fingers over my nipples, really quietly. I didn't think I was really going to masturbate surrounded by these new friends. Maybe later after they were all asleep.

But then I thought I felt the mattress rocking just a little. I could just barely see in the moonlight, but it looked like Marcy had one knee up and her hand down her pajamas. And then I heard Diane starting to inhale and exhale from the cot at the foot of our bed.

And then I felt Marcy whisper to me and asked if she could see my boobs. (They're very big.) I didn't even have to think about it... I pulled my tee shirt up and my boobs were all pale in the moonlight. And she watched me play with my nipples, my own hand in my panties rubbing my swollen little clitoris, while her hand started moving faster. Sarah was watching too, sitting up in her bed jilling a bit more frantically. And I came so hard I made a little squeak...and then they all followed, cumming almost at the same time.

Diane jumped out of bed and ran to the small bathroom and peed with the door open, laughing that she was so glad she made it to the toilet.

I couldn't believe what had just happened, but they were all so normal about it. Then Marcy asked if she could spoon me a little.

It was just so nice... I think we all fell right to sleep.

The next morning at breakfast nobody said anything out loud about it, but we kind of sat a bit closer to each other. We packed up in the afternoon, got in our car-pools. Sarah gave me a hug goodbye and said she was glad I came on the retreat. Marcy texted me on the way home asking if I wanted to come to her house for dinner next week. Diane just kept being Diane and darting all over the place.

I told Robin everything when I got home and she just smiled and said "See? I thought you might make some friends."

Is this normal? I mean I'd heard about this once or twice on the softball team in college, but do grown women really do this? I mean, I hope so... I feel like I joined some secret club I didn't know existed.

I'm still not sure what I just did... or even what I saw. It's like that kind of dream where you're telling yourself it's a dream, but you don't really believe it. Or maybe worse, when you've sent "send" on an email or relly fucked up and you're like "Nah, this isn't real. It's gotta be a dream... right?"

I'm right there... and I'm not sure. Really not sure.

We'd been watching March Madness in the motel room, all the husbands. We're on mission trip from church and staying in a motor lodge outside Richmond. I've known these guys for years. We go to church, picnics, fellowship... all that. Our wives hang out, have a bible study, bake banana bread. The wives were all in the next room so we could watch the game and have a few beers. (Yeah, it's a pretty cool church.)

Anyway, I looked up to see our door closing. It looked maybe like Mark stepped out. No thing.

We're being kind of loud, but so are the wives next door with their laughing and all. And I notice that Mark hasn't come back. Bathroom? Again whatever.

After a minute, I'm starting to recognize another sound. It might be the shouting of "defense! defense!" on the TV, or just my tinitis, or the beer. But no... It sounds almost like... definitely. I've heard this before when I travel and stay in these cheap hotels.

But that's the room our wives are in...? What? None of the other guys are noticing it so I don't mention anything. But I get up and step outside.

Without the TV blaring, the sound is much clearer. And I feel my stomach drop at the same time something seems to grab at my balls. My chest hollows. And my tinitis definitely gets louder.

I take the 3 steps to the next window. Unmistakable. A sound I've not heard in... in a long time, the sharp high gasps of a woman getting fucked. And fucked hard.

My cheeks are burning and my hands are numb. I know that... that sounds like... Is it my wife, Lauren?

The thick curtains aren't fully shut, and I peek through. The lights are on. All the wives are supposed to be in there.

But they're not. And... yes.

On top of the crumpled bedspread, there are Lauren's legs wrapped around Mark's ass as he plunges into her.

My head is swimming. It feels like I'm falling off balance, and my hands don't feel a thing as I fall forward to open the door.

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And it's like the door opened into a different kind of time. Like I'm watching a show from the 70's on a color TV. Mark is above Lauren. Her legs wrapped behind the back of his.

He's rising and falling back in, the headboard shakes and Lauren is letting out one long moan.

I can see his cock and his balls swing with each thrust. Her cunt is so wet everything is shining. Every time he drives in she gasps. Every time he pulls back her lips grip at him. She turns her head towards the door, unsurprised, and sees me and nothing changes. Her eyes are on me and her mouth is open with a string of ehm ehn ehm ehn at each thrust. She looks me in the eyes then closes her, feeling his cock stretch her open as I watch.

My stomach rolls over on itself. There's no room for anger excpet at myself. It's all shame, the shame I've been carrying for years without saying it. I've never made her sound like that. I've never made her look like that.

My cock is fully hard now and I'm leaking through my khakis making a big dark spot like I've peed. But it's not pee. My hands are frozen.

"Yes, Greg." Her voice not unkind as it trembles. "Watch this Watch. Go ahead. Take it out. Stroke your cock. While I I Get FUCKED!" That last word is forced out of her as she clenches her eyes and wraps her arms tighter around Mark's shoulders.

Mark turns his head towards me. Also not unkindly. But there is no sign of apology, this is entirely between them. And he keeps fucking her, even harder now. I can see her lips gripping his hard cock each time he pulls back.

I feel myself unzip my pants and my cock practically jumps out. It's wet and slippery already.

I wrap my hand around it and stroke. I am harder than I have been in years. It's like iron and I feel every vein.

She's loud. Very loud, and I'm watching her tits roll back and forth as Mark is jamming into her. I've seen them a thousand times, but I've never seen them like this. Her moans are getting louder.

She's watching me now. Watching me stroke off while Mark fucks her. Her pussy is a dripping mess. I can smell it all. I can see her holding him. Taking him all over and over.

I can see Mark's scrotum tighten and his rhythm becomes more stacato. He's close. I feel me own head swell and I'm stroking faster. I could never stop now.

He pulls out. His cock is raging and purple and dripping. He starts to cum on my wife laying beneath him. Rope after rope over her stomach, her breasts. Her throat.

She's gasping and laughing. She reaches her hand up and finds my wrist. She pulls me towards them.

Her fingers wrap around my shaft awkwardly, but tight and she's stroking me onto her. My back breaks as I cum and my peripheral vision tunnels to only her, and my cum splashing on her, mixing with his. Hers now.

She's rubbing it in. Both of ours. She's smiling up at me like I haven't seen... ever.

She pulls me towards her and kisses the head of my softening penis with cum on her lips.

And I don't know whose.

I'd been staying with Maureen and my childhood friend Mimi this summer. I'd put out some flyers for lawn work to save money for school. That all took off almost right away, but the women in the neighborhood always seemed to need something more then having their lawns mowed. Right after my first job, Mrs. Harper... Bonnie... called, Maureen seemed to take on the role scheduling. And she kept my days packed!

Mimi took on a slightly different role... One that I was still getting used to, but you'll here more about that.

Anyway this Saturday morning I came downstairs in a t-shirt and shorts and found them already at the breakfast table.

"There he is," Mimi whispered, mostly to herself, and then louder, brighter, trying. "Morning, Alex! We made eggs. Well. Maureen made eggs. I was just talking about what Mr. Cockie might be doing, and if you'd decided to do something with him without me."

Was she pouting? It was hard to tell, but Mr. Coc... my penis seemed to hear her and rose half-way in my tennis shorts. They defintiely had a special relationship, Mimi and Mr. Coc... my penis.

Maureen laughed and pushed a plate toward the empty chair. "Sit down, honey. You need some prortein. A lot of protein. Eat. Between her daydreams, Mimi and I have been discussing your summer wardrobe."

I sat. "I have clothes."

"You have one swimsuit," Maureen said, "and you flinch every time anybody mentions a pool. Mimi and I agree that is no way to spend July."

Mimi nodded hard. Her pigtails bounced. Her eyes dropped to my lap for half a second and climbed back up. "Those college girls were so mean to you. About the... the banana thing. And you've been carrying it around in your sweet little head all summer. So we decided. Professional fitting. At a real shop. With a lady who knows what she's doing. Then you you'll get to enjoy the water again in all this heat."

She was staring straight at the tent in my shorts.

Maureen reached across and squeezed my wrist. "She's right. A boutique. Someone who fits men for a living. We'll find you something you can actually wear. No more hiding in those cutoffs. All right?"

That day at the college pool had been horrible. I mean, I couldn't always control where or how my penis moved, and that we had to wear speedos for swim tryouts was just stupid. When those girls laughed so hard I really wanted to... well. Not be here anymore.

"Yeah... I guess" I said.

Mimi swung her feet and hummed... "We're going shopping with Mr. Cooockie!"

The boutique was called Tide & Tailor, in one of those strip malls along the road. I had no idea there were so many types of swimsuits for guys. Half the store was Men's and the other Women's/

A stunning woman came out from behind a low counter as the bell chimed. Dark hair pinned up. Shirt open at the throat that just barely covered her boobs and the bikini top that held them up like a bra. Her name tag said CLAIRE, OWNER.

"Good morning," she said. "What are we looking for?"

Maureen kept her hand lightly at my back. "Good morning! This is Alex, and we're looking for a proper men's fitting for him. He's had a rough time with swimwear, and we thought it best to come to... a specialist."

Claire's gaze moved over me once. "Oh, Tell me about the rough time?"

So Maureen told her about the college pool and the speedo, about the girl saying she'd heard of banana slings and how could anybody date something like that, about the laughing, and about me never swimming again until a week or two ago at a client's house, and how it was clear I needed some guidance.

Mimi had gone right to the wall with the suits and was fingering each of them intently, hands up inside the leg holes, and fingers rubbing back and forth.

Claire listened with little "ohs" and "MmmHmms." When Maureen finished, her mouth tipped into a small smile.

"Oh, that's not so uncommon, really," she said. "Boys get teased all the time. Alex, we'll start with something you're sure to be comfortable in, and then maybe some that are more fashionable, and see where we end up? Okay?"

"The fitting suite is through here. Ladies, you're welcome to sit in if that's okay with Alex. Your opinions are critical, and this morning I have two juniors on the floor who could use the training, too."

The fitting room had a raised carpet platform, a three-way mirror, a low bench, and a rack already waiting with hangers Claire had pulled as we walked. She called through the doorway without raising her voice.

"Tasha. Wren. Why don't you join us."

Two co-eds that I recognized from one of the sororities on campus came in wearing open shop cover-ups over sample bikinis. They were stunning, one with large round breasts and the other very slender, more like Mimi's build. Tasha's bikini was pale mint, tiny triangles over her nipples, and a bottom that I thought didn't really count as a swimsuit at all. Wren's was white with a tiny blue wave print the white nylon so snug that I had to make an effort not to look at the soft ridges apparent through her bottoms. Claire pointed them to the bench beside Maureen and Mimi, who watched each of them with open mouths.

"We start by talking about cut and support," Claire told them. "Color and fashion come after. Alex, you can step behind the screen to change suits if you're shy. Underpants off. We fit skin to suit here."

I flelt myself blush but Maureen gave me a small nod. Mimi's lips parted and she pressed them shut again, fingers tight in her lap.

I stepped behind the screen and out of my tennis shorts, and Claire handed the first suit around the edge.

"This is a board short," she announced as I stepped onto the platform. "Long inseam, mesh liner, drawcord. This is the comfort choice. Plenty of coverage. Also the kind of the cargo short of the swimsuit world."

The mesh liner tried to cup me but I think my balls fell right past it and pinched. The legs hung all the way to my knees, which I thought was a good thing. In the mirror I looked like every guy at a cookout. Nice, I thought.

Claire walked a slow circle. "See the drape through the front," she told Tasha and Wren. "The liner's failed, so the outer short can't hang right. For disappearing, this should help. But it's not. And for actual swimming, it's a parachute. Alex, squat for me."

I squatted. The shorts ballooned, but I yelped as the seem in the leg piched my cock hard. I stood right back up and shook my leg to help straighten things out.

"Right. That liner isn't working at all if it pinches like that."

"And he looks twelve in those," Tasha offered.

"Exactly," Claire said. "Next."

The second suit was a mid-length trunk, black with a narrow white side stripe.

"Classic trunks," Claire announced, taking the board shorts from me as I stepped back in front of way too many eyes. I heard Mimi make a tiny swallowed sound on the bench. Claire kept talking. "Shorter inseam and a firmer liner. This is where most men live in summer. Enough cloth to feel feel modest, but structured enough to hold most men in place."

The liner was firmer, but still only seemed to catch one of my balls as my cock itself dangled down the leg so far I wasn't sure the fabric covered it.

Claire stood in front of me and tipped her head.

"Most men. But now I'm starting to see the full scale of the issue." she said. "Support's fine for an average build. On Alex, the liner already seems to be at capacity. Tasha, what do you see?"

Tasha leaned in from the bench, then stood and came closer. The mint bikini bottoms had a darker line between her legs. I hadn't let myself notice until she bent. "Oh... these either the liner has failed on these as well, or they are far too short. I mean... I can see his... him... Is he actually dangling out the leg?"

"Good, and correct. And say penis if you mean penis. We're professionals here." Claire's fingers waved over the front of the suit without touching. "Wren, look under the stripe. You can see the head. Size is right. There's just... To be honest, Alex... Maureen. It really is a challenge to hide any penis when it's becoming errect."

Wren swiped at something, eyes glued to me. Mimi had both hands under her thighs now, pinning them down as she rocked back and forth.

"Oh, but Claudia," Maureen said, "Alex isn't even close to being erect."

Claire kind of shook her head and looked back at the trunks, and the swell of my head just beneath her fingers.

"Rea... Well, yes. Okay. That's fine. Really? I mean. Now we know what we're working with."

"Ohhh no you do-on't," Mimi muttered behind a tight smile.

"Yeah, these are kind of binding too," I confessed.

"Right... Okay. Next!" Claire turned away from me and towards her trainees.

I changed again. Changing suits like this was getting harder to do without reacting. My cock had started to thicken from being discussed, from Tasha staring, from Mimi's tiny sounds. And from the suits kind of pushing me this way and that.

"These are a square cut," Claire said as I changed, and her voice sounded a little funny. "Higher on the thigh. Thicker fabric over the pouch to limit... malfunctions. Fashionable without being too precious. Shows a little leg. Depends heavily on the success of the pouch."

Once I had them up, the pouch stretched into a dense rounded bulge, seams stretching a bit. And the head of my cock was a clear fat knob under the material, no matter how padded Claudia claimed it was.

"Wren, Tasha, observe how much sturdier this pouch is," Claire started to say, and then stopped. She stepped onto the platform with me. Her hand settled at my hip to turn me toward the mirror, thumb on the bare skin above the waistband. "... On most guys this looks athletic. On him..." She stopped again.

"Well... just look how the fabric shines across the shaft. Look how little give is left at the crown."

She tapped the air over my head, fingernail just barely touching.

"Well... I'm seeing we can't really pretend, can we, and it seems impossible to really hide the truth of what's happening here. Maureen, what do you think? Mimi?"

"He's spent enough time hiding, Claudia. We trust you."

Mimi whispered, "Oh Mr. Cockie... we can seeee you!" and then covered her mouth. "Sorry!"

Claire's cheek twitched.

The fourth suit was a narrow black and yellow racing brief.

I held it in my hands and my stomach dropped.

Claire saw it. "Alex. Same kind of silhouette as your Speedo. Different room. Trust us. Go ahead."

Mimi stood up halfway and sat back down. "You can do it," she said, soft and fierce.

Behind the screen I stepped into it and pulled it up.

The racing brief tried to pack my cock and balls into a single pouch and then just kind of gave up. And my cock wasn't making it any easier. I was thickening and trying to readh the air. I jammed the head under the waistband but there was no hiding the shaft a heavy diagonal ridge, my balls lifted and split by the seam until I could see the shape of each one. In the three-way mirror I was all legs and nylon and the thing the girls had laughed at.

But nobody was laughing this morning. That was kind of nice.

Claire's lecture voice came back thinner.

"Oh... my! Yes, well... racing brief," she said. "Minimum drag. Maximum thigh. Built for competition. Notice..." She cleared her throat. "Continuous line from belly over the glans. Testes sitting high. Textbook overcrowding. Tasha, adjust the leg elastic so it sits flat."

Tasha knelt at my left thigh, lips parted. Mint bikini right there under the open cover-up. Her fingers slipped under the elastic and tried to adjust it, and the back of her fingers grazed my balls through the cloth. She froze, then finished the motion.

"I don't think that did much," she whispered.

"Wren. Front."

Wren knelt in front of me, measuring tape still around her neck, nipples clearly poking through her white suit. She pinched the top rim of the pouch and tugged upward trying to make it fit, and my cock flexed hard enough to bump her knuckles. A dark spot of precum spread under the fabric at the slit. My heart was going too fast.

Wren whispered, "Oh..." eyes locked on the spreading stain.

Claire stared at that spot, too. Her lips parted. I thought I'd ruined everything.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It just happens..."

Her cheeks were red, just like Bonnier Harper's had been.

"That's... that's alright, Alex," she said. "Natural. Common in... in fittings. We do not... we do not..."

She didn't finish the sentence.

On the bench, Mimi's skirt had creeped up and I could see her panties darkening between her legs where her fingers were starting to press. She was mouthing something at my cock with her eyes crossed. She had promised she would be good and normal in public. She had promised!

She drifted to Claire's side anyway while Claire stayed stuck on my wet spot

Mimi rose on her toes and put her mouth near Claire's ear.

"It's okay," Mimi whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "You can look as long as you like. His cockie likes when people look at it. It gets all shiny when ladies stare. See the little spot? I think Mr. Cockie thinks the suit is too small but your mouth is the right size..."

"Mimi," Maureen said, outraged but with a little smile.

Mimi nuzzled into Claire's hair. "She's doing so well, Maureen. She's very professional. She should test the pouch properly for training the girls. Tell Tasha to feel how fat he is. Tell Wren to check if the head can breathe."

Claire shuddered. Her hovering hand landed over the racing brief and shaped to my cock.

"Containment failure," she said, husky now. "Complete... failure. Sling styles. Wide-pouch. Tasha, lock the front. This is now a private fitting."

Tasha hurried to the front, locked the door, and flipped the closed sign. Mimi stayed at Claire's ear, whispering soft half-babble the way she had the other morning, skinny hips pressed to Claire's.

"Take the brief down," Mimi breathed. "Just for a second. Just to show the trainees what the suit was actually fighting. He's so pretty when he's out. He's so thick and warm and he makes the yummiest cummies. You can hold him while you talk if you want."

Claire peeled the brief down in front. Tasha and Wren had come back in on their knees.

My cock sprang up purple and bounced in the boutique light with a string of precum dangling from the slit already. Tasha made a helpless squeak. Wren pulled her cover up off, clearly too warm.

Claire listened to Mimi and tried to wrap her fingers around me. She stared and kept talking anyway about swimsuits.

"This," she managed, stroking once without meaning to, "is why the college brief failed. Girth. Length. God.... If a client presents like this, girls, you must stop... God, a client has never presneted like this. You measure, and you..." Her thumb rubbed under the head and she gasped at herself. "Jesus. Wren... the tape."

Wren pulled the tape from around her neck and tried to measure how long my erection was. I didn't see exactly but their mouths stayed wide open. Then they wrapped the tape around my shaft and pulled it tight. I felt myself swell and flex. Another long drip onto her hands.

Mimi licked the rim of Claire's ear. "Try your mouth," she whispered. "I mean, you've got to taste it, right? That precum that soaked the suit? Explain it to the girls. Mimi will help. Mimi's good at helping..."

Claire went to her knees on the platform in front of everyone.

Maureen exhaled and leaned back on the bench, legs parting. Her hand slid down the front of her own shorts and stayed there.

"Go on," Maureen said gently. "Let's see this fitting through."

Claire's mouth opened over the head of my cock and sank down tentatively, and the training ended in a moan. Mimi knelt beside her, still whispering into her hair between kisses to Claire's cheek, coaching her deeper.

"That's it, that's it, take that big fat head, swirl that salty bead, you need both hands on the shaft don't you. Oh you look so pretty training your staff..."

Claire popped off with her lips shining and tried once more to be the owner.

Mimi's whispers never stopped. She had Claire's earlobe between her lips between sentences. "Let them touch. Don't you think Tasha would like to weigh his balls? Let Wren stroke his big purple veins? You're all so helpful. He's going to make cummies soon. When he cummies you can catch it, Claire, you try to catch it all."

Claire nodded, dazed. She guided Tasha's hand under my balls. She put Wren's fingers on the thick underside vein. She took the head in her mouth again and sucked in earnest now, spit running, while Mimi rubbed herself under her skirt with her free hand and whimpered praise into Claire's ear.

"Good girl," Mimi sighed. "Good shop lady on her knees. He's swelling so big. I can see the tube getting fat. He's going to give you so much. Open. Open for him..."

After the last 20 minutes and now three... four women kneeling in front of me stroking and squeezing and sucking, I came with my hands in Claire's pinned hair and Maureen's eyes staring at my face.

The first pulse flooded Claire's mouth and she choked, eyes wide, then swallowed what she could and lost the rest in thick ropes across her lips and chin. Mimi squealed and turned Claire's face with both hands so the next shots painted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, then shoved in beside her and caught a heavy stripe on her own tongue, laughing through it.

"Cummies!" Mimi sang, muffled and delighted. "Shop cummies! Training cummies!"

Tasha still held my balls as they pulled up. Wren still had her fingers on the shaft and stared at the white running down Claire's linen shirt with her mouth open and her tablet face-down on the carpet. Claire milked me with both hands through the last pulses until I bent over her and shuddered.

I heard myself making little grunts that I couldn't help.

Claire sat back on her heels, face glazed, lipstick smeared. She looked up at me and found a scrap of her earlier voice.

"Shall we wrap the racing brief, then?" Then she coughed and wiped her chin with the back of her wrist and laughed once, helpless.

Mimi kissed Claire's cummy cheek with a proud little smack and beamed at Maureen.

"Professional fitting," Mimi said happily. "We were so right!"

I'd been staying with Maureen and my childhood friend Mimi this summer. I'd put out some flyers for lawn work to save money for school. That all took off almost right away, but the women in the neighborhood always seemed to need something more then having their lawns mowed. Right after my first job, Mrs. Harper... Bonnie... called, Maureen seemed to take on the role scheduling. And she kept my days packed!

Mimi took on a slightly different role... One that I was still getting used to, but you'll here more about that.

Anyway this Saturday morning I came downstairs in a t-shirt and shorts and found them already at the breakfast table.

"There he is," Mimi whispered, mostly to herself, and then louder, brighter, trying. "Morning, Alex! We made eggs. Well. Maureen made eggs. I was just talking about what Mr. Cockie might be doing, and if you'd decided to do something with him without me."

Was she pouting? It was hard to tell, but Mr. Coc... my penis seemed to hear her and rose half-way in my tennis shorts. They defintiely had a special relationship, Mimi and Mr. Coc... my penis.

Maureen laughed and pushed a plate toward the empty chair. "Sit down, honey. You need some prortein. A lot of protein. Eat. Between her daydreams, Mimi and I have been discussing your summer wardrobe."

I sat. "I have clothes."

"You have one swimsuit," Maureen said, "and you flinch every time anybody mentions a pool. Mimi and I agree that is no way to spend July."

Mimi nodded hard. Her pigtails bounced. Her eyes dropped to my lap for half a second and climbed back up. "Those college girls were so mean to you. About the... the banana thing. And you've been carrying it around in your sweet little head all summer. So we decided. Professional fitting. At a real shop. With a lady who knows what she's doing. Then you you'll get to enjoy the water again in all this heat."

She was staring straight at the tent in my shorts.

Maureen reached across and squeezed my wrist. "She's right. A boutique. Someone who fits men for a living. We'll find you something you can actually wear. No more hiding in those cutoffs. All right?"

That day at the college pool had been horrible. I mean, I couldn't always control where or how my penis moved, and that we had to wear speedos for swim tryouts was just stupid. When those girls laughed so hard I really wanted to... well. Not be here anymore.

"Yeah... I guess" I said.

Mimi swung her feet and hummed... "We're going shopping with Mr. Cooockie!"

The boutique was called Tide & Tailor, in one of those strip malls along the road. I had no idea there were so many types of swimsuits for guys. Half the store was Men's and the other Women's/

A stunning woman came out from behind a low counter as the bell chimed. Dark hair pinned up. Shirt open at the throat that just barely covered her boobs and the bikini top that held them up like a bra. Her name tag said CLAIRE, OWNER.

"Good morning," she said. "What are we looking for?"

Maureen kept her hand lightly at my back. "Good morning! This is Alex, and we're looking for a proper men's fitting for him. He's had a rough time with swimwear, and we thought it best to come to... a specialist."

Claire's gaze moved over me once. "Oh, Tell me about the rough time?"

So Maureen told her about the college pool and the speedo, about the girl saying she'd heard of banana slings and how could anybody date something like that, about the laughing, and about me never swimming again until a week or two ago at a client's house, and how it was clear I needed some guidance.

Mimi had gone right to the wall with the suits and was fingering each of them intently, hands up inside the leg holes, and fingers rubbing back and forth.

Claire listened with little "ohs" and "MmmHmms." When Maureen finished, her mouth tipped into a small smile.

"Oh, that's not so uncommon, really," she said. "Boys get teased all the time. Alex, we'll start with something you're sure to be comfortable in, and then maybe some that are more fashionable, and see where we end up? Okay?"

"The fitting suite is through here. Ladies, you're welcome to sit in if that's okay with Alex. Your opinions are critical, and this morning I have two juniors on the floor who could use the training, too."

The fitting room had a raised carpet platform, a three-way mirror, a low bench, and a rack already waiting with hangers Claire had pulled as we walked. She called through the doorway without raising her voice.

"Tasha. Wren. Why don't you join us."

Two co-eds that I recognized from one of the sororities on campus came in wearing open shop cover-ups over sample bikinis. They were stunning, one with large round breasts and the other very slender, more like Mimi's build. Tasha's bikini was pale mint, tiny triangles over her nipples, and a bottom that I thought didn't really count as a swimsuit at all. Wren's was white with a tiny blue wave print the white nylon so snug that I had to make an effort not to look at the soft ridges apparent through her bottoms. Claire pointed them to the bench beside Maureen and Mimi, who watched each of them with open mouths.

"We start by talking about cut and support," Claire told them. "Color and fashion come after. Alex, you can step behind the screen to change suits if you're shy. Underpants off. We fit skin to suit here."

I flelt myself blush but Maureen gave me a small nod. Mimi's lips parted and she pressed them shut again, fingers tight in her lap.

I stepped behind the screen and out of my tennis shorts, and Claire handed the first suit around the edge.

"This is a board short," she announced as I stepped onto the platform. "Long inseam, mesh liner, drawcord. This is the comfort choice. Plenty of coverage. Also the kind of the cargo short of the swimsuit world."

The mesh liner tried to cup me but I think my balls fell right past it and pinched. The legs hung all the way to my knees, which I thought was a good thing. In the mirror I looked like every guy at a cookout. Nice, I thought.

Claire walked a slow circle. "See the drape through the front," she told Tasha and Wren. "The liner's failed, so the outer short can't hang right. For disappearing, this should help. But it's not. And for actual swimming, it's a parachute. Alex, squat for me."

I squatted. The shorts ballooned, but I yelped as the seem in the leg piched my cock hard. I stood right back up and shook my leg to help straighten things out.

"Right. That liner isn't working at all if it pinches like that."

"And he looks twelve in those," Tasha offered.

"Exactly," Claire said. "Next."

The second suit was a mid-length trunk, black with a narrow white side stripe.

"Classic trunks," Claire announced, taking the board shorts from me as I stepped back in front of way too many eyes. I heard Mimi make a tiny swallowed sound on the bench. Claire kept talking. "Shorter inseam and a firmer liner. This is where most men live in summer. Enough cloth to feel feel modest, but structured enough to hold most men in place."

The liner was firmer, but still only seemed to catch one of my balls as my cock itself dangled down the leg so far I wasn't sure the fabric covered it.

Claire stood in front of me and tipped her head.

"Most men. But now I'm starting to see the full scale of the issue." she said. "Support's fine for an average build. On Alex, the liner already seems to be at capacity. Tasha, what do you see?"

Tasha leaned in from the bench, then stood and came closer. The mint bikini bottoms had a darker line between her legs. I hadn't let myself notice until she bent. "Oh... these either the liner has failed on these as well, or they are far too short. I mean... I can see his... him... Is he actually dangling out the leg?"

"Good, and correct. And say penis if you mean penis. We're professionals here." Claire's fingers waved over the front of the suit without touching. "Wren, look under the stripe. You can see the head. Size is right. There's just... To be honest, Alex... Maureen. It really is a challenge to hide any penis when it's becoming errect."

Wren swiped at something, eyes glued to me. Mimi had both hands under her thighs now, pinning them down as she rocked back and forth.

"Oh, but Claudia," Maureen said, "Alex isn't even close to being erect."

Claire kind of shook her head and looked back at the trunks, and the swell of my head just beneath her fingers.

"Rea... Well, yes. Okay. That's fine. Really? I mean. Now we know what we're working with."

"Ohhh no you do-on't," Mimi muttered behind a tight smile.

"Yeah, these are kind of binding too," I confessed.

"Right... Okay. Next!" Claire turned away from me and towards her trainees.

I changed again. Changing suits like this was getting harder to do without reacting. My cock had started to thicken from being discussed, from Tasha staring, from Mimi's tiny sounds. And from the suits kind of pushing me this way and that.

"These are a square cut," Claire said as I changed, and her voice sounded a little funny. "Higher on the thigh. Thicker fabric over the pouch to limit... malfunctions. Fashionable without being too precious. Shows a little leg. Depends heavily on the success of the pouch."

Once I had them up, the pouch stretched into a dense rounded bulge, seams stretching a bit. And the head of my cock was a clear fat knob under the material, no matter how padded Claudia claimed it was.

"Wren, Tasha, observe how much sturdier this pouch is," Claire started to say, and then stopped. She stepped onto the platform with me. Her hand settled at my hip to turn me toward the mirror, thumb on the bare skin above the waistband. "... On most guys this looks athletic. On him..." She stopped again.

"Well... just look how the fabric shines across the shaft. Look how little give is left at the crown."

She tapped the air over my head, fingernail just barely touching.

"Well... I'm seeing we can't really pretend, can we, and it seems impossible to really hide the truth of what's happening here. Maureen, what do you think? Mimi?"

"He's spent enough time hiding, Claudia. We trust you."

Mimi whispered, "Oh Mr. Cockie... we can seeee you!" and then covered her mouth. "Sorry!"

Claire's cheek twitched.

The fourth suit was a narrow black and yellow racing brief.

I held it in my hands and my stomach dropped.

Claire saw it. "Alex. Same kind of silhouette as your Speedo. Different room. Trust us. Go ahead."

Mimi stood up halfway and sat back down. "You can do it," she said, soft and fierce.

Behind the screen I stepped into it and pulled it up.

The racing brief tried to pack my cock and balls into a single pouch and then just kind of gave up. And my cock wasn't making it any easier. I was thickening and trying to readh the air. I jammed the head under the waistband but there was no hiding the shaft a heavy diagonal ridge, my balls lifted and split by the seam until I could see the shape of each one. In the three-way mirror I was all legs and nylon and the thing the girls had laughed at.

But nobody was laughing this morning. That was kind of nice.

Claire's lecture voice came back thinner.

"Oh... my! Yes, well... racing brief," she said. "Minimum drag. Maximum thigh. Built for competition. Notice..." She cleared her throat. "Continuous line from belly over the glans. Testes sitting high. Textbook overcrowding. Tasha, adjust the leg elastic so it sits flat."

Tasha knelt at my left thigh, lips parted. Mint bikini right there under the open cover-up. Her fingers slipped under the elastic and tried to adjust it, and the back of her fingers grazed my balls through the cloth. She froze, then finished the motion.

"I don't think that did much," she whispered.

"Wren. Front."

Wren knelt in front of me, measuring tape still around her neck, nipples clearly poking through her white suit. She pinched the top rim of the pouch and tugged upward trying to make it fit, and my cock flexed hard enough to bump her knuckles. A dark spot of precum spread under the fabric at the slit. My heart was going too fast.

Wren whispered, "Oh..." eyes locked on the spreading stain.

Claire stared at that spot, too. Her lips parted. I thought I'd ruined everything.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It just happens..."

Her cheeks were red, just like Bonnier Harper's had been.

"That's... that's alright, Alex," she said. "Natural. Common in... in fittings. We do not... we do not..."

She didn't finish the sentence.

On the bench, Mimi's skirt had creeped up and I could see her panties darkening between her legs where her fingers were starting to press. She was mouthing something at my cock with her eyes crossed. She had promised she would be good and normal in public. She had promised!

She drifted to Claire's side anyway while Claire stayed stuck on my wet spot.

Mimi rose on her toes and put her mouth near Claire's ear.

"It's okay," Mimi whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "You can look as long as you like. His cockie likes when people look at it. It gets all shiny when ladies stare. See the little spot? I think Mr. Cockie thinks the suit is too small but your mouth is the right size..."

"Mimi," Maureen said, outraged but with a little smile.

Mimi nuzzled into Claire's hair. "She's doing so well, Maureen. She's very professional. She should test the pouch properly for training the girls. Tell Tasha to feel how fat he is. Tell Wren to check if the head can breathe."

Claire shuddered. Her hovering hand landed over the racing brief and shaped to my cock.

"Containment failure," she said, husky now. "Complete... failure. Sling styles. Wide-pouch. Tasha, lock the front. This is now a private fitting."

Tasha hurried to the front, locked the door, and flipped the closed sign. Mimi stayed at Claire's ear, whispering soft half-babble the way she had the other morning, skinny hips pressed to Claire's.

"Take the brief down," Mimi breathed. "Just for a second. Just to show the trainees what the suit was actually fighting. He's so pretty when he's out. He's so thick and warm and he makes the yummiest cummies. You can hold him while you talk if you want."

Claire peeled the brief down in front. Tasha and Wren had come back in on their knees.

My cock sprang up purple and bounced in the boutique light with a string of precum dangling from the slit already. Tasha made a helpless squeak. Wren pulled her cover up off, clearly too warm.

Claire listened to Mimi and tried to wrap her fingers around me. She stared and kept talking anyway about swimsuits.

"This," she managed, stroking once without meaning to, "is why the college brief failed. Girth. Length. God.... If a client presents like this, girls, you must stop... God, a client has never presneted like this. You measure, and you..." Her thumb rubbed under the head and she gasped at herself. "Jesus. Wren... the tape."

Wren pulled the tape from around her neck and tried to measure how long my erection was. I didn't see exactly but their mouths stayed wide open. Then they wrapped the tape around my shaft and pulled it tight. I felt myself swell and flex. Another long drip onto her hands.

Mimi licked the rim of Claire's ear. "Try your mouth," she whispered. "I mean, you've got to taste it, right? That precum that soaked the suit? Explain it to the girls. Mimi will help. Mimi's good at helping..."

Claire went to her knees on the platform in front of everyone.

Maureen exhaled and leaned back on the bench, legs parting. Her hand slid down the front of her own shorts and stayed there.

"Go on," Maureen said gently. "Let's see this fitting through."

Claire's mouth opened over the head of my cock and sank down tentatively, and the training ended in a moan. Mimi knelt beside her, still whispering into her hair between kisses to Claire's cheek, coaching her deeper.

"That's it, that's it, take that big fat head, swirl that salty bead, you need both hands on the shaft don't you. Oh you look so pretty training your staff..."

Claire popped off with her lips shining and tried once more to be the owner.

Mimi's whispers never stopped. She had Claire's earlobe between her lips between sentences. "Let them touch. Don't you think Tasha would like to weigh his balls? Let Wren stroke his big purple veins? You're all so helpful. He's going to make cummies soon. When he cummies you can catch it, Claire, you try to catch it all."

Claire nodded, dazed. She guided Tasha's hand under my balls. She put Wren's fingers on the thick underside vein. She took the head in her mouth again and sucked in earnest now, spit running, while Mimi rubbed herself under her skirt with her free hand and whimpered praise into Claire's ear.

"Good girl," Mimi sighed. "Good shop lady on her knees. He's swelling so big. I can see the tube getting fat. He's going to give you so much. Open. Open for him..."

After the last 20 minutes and now three... four women kneeling in front of me stroking and squeezing and sucking, I came with my hands in Claire's pinned hair and Maureen's eyes staring at my face.

The first pulse flooded Claire's mouth and she choked, eyes wide, then swallowed what she could and lost the rest in thick ropes across her lips and chin. Mimi squealed and turned Claire's face with both hands so the next shots painted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, then shoved in beside her and caught a heavy stripe on her own tongue, laughing through it.

"Cummies!" Mimi sang, muffled and delighted. "Shop cummies! Training cummies!"

Tasha still held my balls as they pulled up. Wren still had her fingers on the shaft and stared at the white running down Claire's linen shirt with her mouth open and her tablet face-down on the carpet. Claire milked me with both hands through the last pulses until I bent over her and shuddered.

I heard myself making little grunts that I couldn't help.

Claire sat back on her heels, face glazed, lipstick smeared. She looked up at me and found a scrap of her earlier voice.

"Shall we wrap the racing brief, then?" Then she coughed and wiped her chin with the back of her wrist and laughed once, helpless.

Mimi kissed Claire's cummy cheek with a proud little smack and beamed at Maureen.

"Professional fitting," Mimi said happily. "We were so right!"

Even when we were kids I was trying to impress Natalie. She’d be sitting with her friends on the stone wall in front of the Wyatt’s and the boys would be on their bikes trying to pop wheelies or riding around no hands.
I’d try to be so cool riding by making faces at the girls doing whatever the girls did, but that was really all just an excuse to look at Natalie.
She was kind of an awkward kid, and so I was I guess... but to me she was the most beautiful girl in the world next to my mother.
As we got older she didn’t really lose that awkwardness the way other kids did. And I never really stopped trying to impress her. I don’t think I ever really did.
When we were in the same classes she seemed to always get the B+ when I got the B. In our track meets, she’d come in second in her events while I came in third in mine. And what made it worse was that she didn’t even know I was trying. And I’ve always kept that to myself.
Prom was actually our first date. I know she’d been asked by a couple of the more awkward guys... you know, all the nerds kind of hung out with each other by default. But she didn’t say yes to any of them. I guess she knew they were nerds too. And it was just kind of lucky when we were at the track one afternoon and everyone was talking about dresses and kegs and whatever, and she and I happened to be standing next to each other. She was the one who suggested it... “If you’re not going with anyone, maybe we should just go together?” she’d said.
And that was the one time I felt like I was the one who had won.
We started kind of dating after that night, and I felt like I had more of her attention to try to prove myself. I took a job right after graduation instead of wasting money on college and was making almost ten bucks an hour at the plant while she was in community college. And we kind of knew right away that we were going to stay together.
We were both religious, and took it more seriously than the kids around us. We’d make out and rub and sometimes I’d cum in my pants, and sometimes she’d grind and grind on my thigh until she’d make a mess. I didn’t like either of those things after they happened. But there was no stopping it while it was.
We didn’t have actual sex until our honeymoon. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true. And I thought it was going to be another chance to impress her, never mind how nervous I was.
And it was no real surprise when I fell just short. I came so hard and so fast it just kind of splashed all over her, and while I felt the shame building she grabbed me and made me watch while she just kept on masturbating in the mess trying to coax me to touch her again.
And then her fingers went down between her legs to her bum and she started swirling my cum around her asshole.
“Oh, Jacob... It’s okay, really! Look! See, I’m going to finger my own bum with your little cummies... wouldn’t you like that? Don’t you want to touch it too? You could use your fingers, or you could press your penis up into all this mess!”
And I had no idea what to do... I felt my face get even redder and I turned away and went to the bathroom.
“Noo! Jacob... please come back and touch me here! Please!”
And I shut the door and started to brush my teeth.
I felt like such a dissapointment. It should have been so different.
We did eventually have better sex, but never like I heard guys talk about. Maybe once a week, I guess.
But I kept trying to impress my new wife in different ways. I took every overtime hour I could at the plant. I mowed the lawn twice a week. And I made sure her car was always running myself. Never took it to a garage.
And she’d smile and I’d know that I was doing okay.
It wasn’t long after we’d been married that my company asked me to become an assistant foreman for safety at one of our plants a couple hundred miles away. They’d even pay relocation fees and for a mover and help with a housing bonus for 6 months.
Of course I agreed right away, and got home all excited to tell Natalie I’d gotten a big promotion and that we were moving!
And she was the best... looked me right in the eye and smiled that little awkward smile of hers that I’d loved for so many years.
The new gig was great, and there was a ton of overtime. And Natalie found us a church that we’d go to on Sundays. We were clearly the youngest of the adults. Or “big kids” as Natalie would call them. I didn’t really like that. We weren’t kids anymore. I had a real job!
Natalie started hanging around with the wives, and bringing us to the pot-lucks and picnics. And before long she found a Bible study on Wednesday nights.
That was so great, that she’d found her circle of friends and that they were so involved in the church just like we’d been growing up. And that was particularly good because I’d just been moved to second shift and wasn’t around hardly at all, with the overtime and all. And then there was the house and yard and car to take care of. But it was such a relief that Nat was out taking care of herself and her soul while I was handling the important stuff.
I got home early one Wednesday. Equipment issue on the line, sent us all home by eleven, which almost never happens. I figured Nat would be up, maybe watching something, and I could surprise her.
She wasn’t home.
Bible study must have gone late... I bet that was just another glass of wine. Whatever. Jesus drank wine, after all, right?
I was beat, and in knew these hours weren’t free. Probably be called in for a double tomorrow. I hit the pillow hard after snarfing a slice of banana bread.
I sort of heard her come in later. Had no idea what time. And I was almost out again when I heard the buzzing.
A low hum... The personal massager she keeps in her nightstand, the one her sister got her last Christmas. She’d said it was for Natalie’s chronic stiff neck, but her brothers didn’t quite buy that. But I know she has a stiff neck a lot, and I’m not really good at rubbing it out.
I hear it a lot when she can’t sleep. I’m pretty good at sleeping through it. But I do buy her a new pillow to try every couple weeks. I mean, that overtime is good for something, right?
I was sort of half awake, and I could have said something or offered to rub her neck, but by her breathing she seemed to be doing ok.
She was on her belly, face in the pillow. I could see that much in the shadows. The hum changed pitch a little. And then she made a sound that might have been a word if it wasn’t for the pillow between her teeth.
She does that sometimes when the knots in her shoulders finally give. Like a pressure valve.
I was glad she had that thing, honestly. I’m not sure what she does all day aside from all her church stuff, but a stiff neck sucks. I should try that thing myself sometime.
I could feel the mattress start to shake. She must really be digging in with that thing.
I thought about the C-line intake sequence back at work. Thought about whether I should call Rick in the morning before his shift. My eyes closed for real.
I don’t know how long she kept at it. I woke up once at two-something and it was quiet and Nat was asleep, and I lay there for a second in the dark feeling like something I couldn’t name and then I put it down to the weird schedule tonight.
In the morning she was up before me making coffee and she smiled when I came down, her regular smile, that awkward one I’d loved since she’d watch me from the stone wall. I felt like I was doing okay. She had her people. She had her church nights. I had the overtime. And I’d get to the lawn this morning, right after I called Rick. And right before I knew they’d be calling me in.

My wife, Robin, had been spending a lot of time with the new associate pastor at our church, Jenna. That wasn't all that strange. Robin was wonderful at meeting new people and making them feel like they'd been friends for ages.

I was short on most of the details. I mean, I knew Jenna had started this summer and that the kids seemed to love her, but Robin filled me in on what a big deal this was for her. First job out of seminary. First apartment of her own.

As far as Jenna, I mean... she was adorable. I guess that's the word. She was. Self-conscious, now that I think about it. I did notice that she seemed to try and shrink a little when she was talking to the dads in the congregation. Kind of hollow her shoulders forward like she was trying to hide. And I suppose, too, that that made sense. I mean, these were mostly good men, but all they seemed to do was stare at her boobs. They tried not to, but whatever. Lack of willpower? Manners?

And I suppose it was only natural for Robin to swoop in and catch her after that thing during fellowship. A "wardrobe malfunction" of some sort, that Robin had nipped in the bud. And then there was the shopping trip she took Jenna on the next day. For new clothes I guess, and that had seemed to cement the friendship.

But I'd been realizing over the past months that Robin had developed a sense for discovering what her friends were really longing for, and that she was more than happy to offer up our help. There are dozens of stories about all that.

So, despite my trying to keep my nose out of it, Robin told me about the shopping turning into kissing and how delightful she found Jenna, and how nice it was that they appreciated each other. And how Jenna was so fresh, had never had a boyfriend, and was feeling a little "unplaced" was the term she used.

Some weeks after the shopping, and hearing the giggles whenever she'd read one of Jenna's texts, Robin mentioned that Jenna's apartment, bedroom especially, really needed a coat of paint, and would I mind, after church this Sunday, and they'd help. I'd heard that all before and laughed. Of course I wouldn't mind. This was going to be another project that I did while Robin chatted with the family. Regular weekend.

"Now don't expect things to be tidy," Robin whispered as we walked up to Jenna's door. "Remember what my apartment looked like back then!"

(I could not, by the way, remember a single thing about Robin's apartment when we starte dating, other than her headboard and ceiling and that I had no idea bed sheets could be so nice.)

You've walked into this before... you're shwoing up to help with one thing, but find that there are 6 other things that need to happen before you can start that job? That's what we... what I saw anyway.

Jenna had made coffee and had a box of pastries from Wanda's on the table, which was sweet. I love Wanda's. She'd perched or wedged everything onto the small table in the kitchen because there wasn't a clear space anywhere. I could see through the door that her little living room was piled with laundry. Her bedroom door was swung shut, but I could only imagine what the scene was in there.

Right! Got it. No sweat! Million projects like this before. Folks are a little overwhelmed, chores get ahead of them and stay there for a bit. Things spiral.

Perfect time for some helping hands, and Robin was always the first to offer ours.

The painting here was sort of an excuse to help Jenna get caught up. God, I love Robin.

Jenna was a little nervous... like she'd just realized her place was a mess as soon as I'd walked in, but again, Robin helped her brush right past that as she commented about how good everything smelled. (I don't know how Wanda does it, but her chocolate donuts fill a room with their aroma. Magic.) And soon we all had a cup of coffee and the girls were chatting like they'd never stopped, and I headed to the bedroom to see what my morning held for me.

Zowie. I felt Jenna staring over my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Mark. I'm realizing now I could have got things out of the way... here, let me just..."

"No, no, sweetie! Mark's got it. Let's let him focus on all that while we take care of these dishes."

I told you, Robin is amazing... She was able to say all that without a single note of judgement, but... I don't know. Like I said... amazing.

And Jenna followed her back to the counter.

My focus was the walls, I told myself. And to get to the walls, I had to move some furniture.

The little desk with the mirror was easiest, so I pulled the chair back and right there were a pile of panties. I froze for just a second, before just scooping them up and tossing them on the bed. A little purple thong hung from my pinky for a second before falling on top of the rest.

"Clean?" I thought for a moment. "No... I don't think so."

But I moved on, just a small shift in my pants as I refocused. Pulled the dresser to the center of the room, and there behind it in the dust were another handful. There must have been 4 pairs, but they all fit in my hand as I tossed them to the bed.

Then the bed, and as I pulled it there were more, stuffed down between the mattress and frame. These were definitely not clean, as I pulled them out one by one. The last pair were definitely damp and the aroma was fresh.

I laughed as I caught a wiff from my fingers, and shifted my penis which had definitely been paying attention while I was trying to stay all business.

Then I turned, and from the closet door their hung a half dozen brassiers. Big ones... and beautiful. Definitely Robin's tastes.

I had known Jenna was busty, obviously, but had really tried hard not to think about it. Especially after Robin had told me about the kissing. That was her business and I respected her boundaries.

But these were huge. 38DD I read on one, another 38E. I added them to the pile, but I couldn't keep my self from brusing the inner cup of one of them. Just for a second.

And damnit, I was hard. What a perv, Mark. Let it go! I was saying to myself.

But now I couldn't stop thinking that these are what our associate pastor was wearging to church. Oh my God....

I got right to work... dusting and wiping down the walls (you know how washing a wal is often all it needs?). Wondered if I needed to tape the trim.

Trying not to think about that pile of panties on the bed.

Things had gotten quiet in the kitchen. I stopped to listen, then stuck my head out the door to check on the girls.

The kitchen was empty, and spotless. Just the way Robin would leave it. The box of Wanda's still on the small table.

Poked my head around the corner, and there were Robin and Jenna folding her laundry, sitting on the couch. Knees against each others.

Robin looked about, "Jenna, where are all your bras and panties?"

"I... what?"

"There's not a single pair of panties in here," Robin said, lifting the empty basket slightly. "Or your bras. Where do you keep them? Are you doing them by hand?"

Jenna's face went red. "Oh. Um. They're..."

Jenna looked down at her lap. "I don't really now how to wash them. Like, in the machine. I know you're not supposed to. But I also don't really know how to... you know. By hand. They're all so nice, Robin, and I don't want to ruin them."

Robin set the basket down. Turned to face Jenna fully.

"What have you been wearing? You only had a few pairs."

"Well... I've bought more. Like a lot more. And bras too. Rose is so great! But she told me I had to slow down and save my money."

Robin's expression softened. "Oh, sweetie."

Jenna's shoulders hunched forward. That same apologetic posture she had at church.

"I know that's kind of gross"

"It's not gross," Robin said. "It's just... something you've never had to do before."

Jenna nodded. Not looking up.

Robin leaned in, mouth to Jenna's ear, "You know you can ask me anything. I want you to!"

Jenna nodded.

Another whisper. "Like when you asked me about penises when we were kissing last week? I liked hearing you talk and ask questions."

Jenna shifted, her mouth open, and looked away, blushing.

God, like I said... adorable.

"Now... Let's go. I'll show you how to wash those in the sink. Do you have a basin?"

Jenna hesitated. Then took Robin's hand.

I stepped back into the room quickly. Picked up the paint roller. Pretended I'd been working the whole time.

Robin came in alone. Jenna must have stayed in the kitchen. Robin took one look at the pile on the bed, scooped the whole thing into her arms, panties spilling over her wrists, and then she glanced down.

At me.

At the front of my khakis.

I hadn't even noticed, I was still stuck in the comment about penises. Either way, there I was. Hard as a rock, cock running down into the leg of my pants.

Robin winked slowly, deliberately. Then she mouthed it at me, silent, lips shaping the words while her eyes stayed on mine.

You're such a good boy.

My cock jumped. She saw that too. She smiled, pulled the armful of panties into her boobs, then a pair closer to her face. Her eyes opened wide and she smiled at me.

I stood there with a roll of blue tape hanging from my fingers as she shooed Robin back into the kitchen

"Oh God. Robin. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking at all.... I mean, those are..."

"Oh, now don't you worry," Robin said, easily and warm as she pulled a basin from under the sink.

"But, I mean... those are all dir..."

There was a long inhale, and Jenna gasped.

"Oh, I know," Robin said. "But sometimes that smells even better than clean. Some people really like it."

Another inhale. Deeper. I heard the faucet start, water filling the basin.

"Don't you ever smell them yourself? Even a little?"

"I... what? No. I mean..."

"Oh... I think you might have. Just a little?

I stood just the other side of the doorway. There was nothing else in the world as Robin stepped in even closer, and brought a cream colored thong lightly to Jenna's cheek, mouth just inches from her lips.

"Are these the one's you wore to church this morning?" She kissed her lightly. "While you were talking to all the dads trying not to stare at your luscious boobs?" Another quick kiss and a silent nod.

"That's so sweet... and exactly what we talked about when we were shoppping, giving yourself permisssion to feel sexy."

"Now smell," Robin said softly.

And Jenna did. Then another, longer. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Oh," she whispered.

"Yeah," Robin said. "Oh."

She lowered the panties into the warm water. Picked up another pair. The pale blue satin ones with the flowers and held those up too.

"And what about these?"

"I slept in those last night..."

Robin inhaled and fingered the gusset. "Oh, you didn't just sleep in these."

"No... Oh, Robin. They... they just feel so good."

"So good how?" Mouth hovering just over Jena's eyes, nose, as she tickled their faces with the satin.

"They're so tight and smooth when I pull them against me, Robin... And it's like my fingers just kind of glide up and down my... my... almost easier than through my wet."

Robin mouth was right at Jenna's ear. "Tell me..."

"They make it so easy. And when I press them to my... to my. They get so wet and I can feel my clitoris swell so hard in them."

Robin leaned close, and cupped Jenna's breast with them.

"You know who else really likes panties, Jenna?"

She said it for me. I knew that. Jenna blinked, still holding that cream thong in her fist, and Robin smiled right at the doorway.

"Mark. I know you're watching."

Jenna spun around, remembering me

"Come on," Robin said, scooping panties off the counter. "Both of you."

She pulled Jenna into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed pulling me towards the with a pale pair hanging from her fingers. Held the crotch up under my nose.

"Go on."

I did. There was no way not too. That same smell from my fingers earlier, only warmer in my wife's hand, and my cock jerked so hard in my khakis, Jenna's eyes glued to it. To my face. To Robin.

Robin laughed under her breath. Did it again, dragged the gusset along my lip while Jenna watched with both hands over her mouth.

"Robin..."

"It's okay, Jenna." Robin's hand found my belt. "You asked me about penises when we were kissing last week. Remember?"

Jenna's eyes went wide. She nodded.

"Well..."

Robin got my pants down and my cock sprang up, hard and wet at the tip, and Jenna just... looked. Eyes a little crossed it was so close. She kept looking, head turning back and forth.

".... this, dear, is a cock!" Robin said in her ear, wrapping one hand around me and lifting Jenna's with the other

Jenna whispered, "It's... Robin, it's... so hot! It's pulsing!"

"I know."

Robin grabbed another black pair from the pile and wrapped it around me, started stroking with the cotton, while Jenna's hand stayed on top of hers.

"That's the head, where all the slippery precum comes from when it swells so hard."

My precum soaked a dark circle into the fabric while our associate pastor stared with an open mouth.

Robin wrapped the panties under my balls and around the base until I swelled up against it, darker, thicker. God!

"Oh, you think it's pulsing now?"

Jenna knelt forward, head cocked to one side leaning against Robin's.

"Oh," Jenna breathed. "It's getting bigger."

"Mmmm. If you tie them up tight they'll swell up like this. They look so angry, but really... they're just here to help."

Robin dug in the pile and came up with a red lace pair and stretched them over my leaking head, pulled tight until the tip shone through, purple and dark under the mesh. Jenna watched like it was a magic trick.

Then Robin opened her mouth wide and wrapped it around me through the fabric, looking up into my eyes, and slobbered and sucked, and with her free hand she got Jenna stroking the shaft, up and down, while she still mouthed the tip.

I held onto the dresser in the middle of the room.

"Right," Robin murmured against the red. "Feel how hard he is? I told you he'd like your dirty panties."

Jenna's other hand had snuck into her leggings. She was frigging herself and sniffing whatever Robin put near her face - the cream ones, the black ones around my cock, the red when Robin pulled off to breathe. Precum and spit mixing with Jenna's laundry.

Robin kept her mouth busy and kept talking between little sucks, like this was the most natural Sunday in the world.

"You know, Mark's been so helpful with the other women at church, Jenna. They're all learning sooo much. Marcy. Diane." Another slow suck. "Even Reverend Sarah."

Jenna's hand stuttered on my cock. She blinked up at Robin. At me. Something clicked behind her eyes, and she nodded, small, then went right back to the smell of the panties and the wet red stretched over my head like that sentence had just been another laundry fact.

Robin guided Jenna's mouth to the tip. Both of them kissing the precum through the lace. Jenna's fingers a blur in her leggings. Me tied off and throbbing and useless.

"Robin," I managed. "I'm gonna..."

"Go ahead, baby!" Pulling the black panties free and I started to cum, sight going dim.

Boy, I came hard!

White semen spurted through the red lace, thick pulses soaking everything, pooling white in the fabric, spraying through onto Robin's lips and Jenna's chin. Spurt after spurt, mixing with the scent of panties and spit.

Jenna cooed. Honest to God cooed, delighted, like Wanda's had just released a new donut.

Robin peeled the lace off carefully and pressed the whole warm mess to their faces. Painting them with it as she giggled. Cheeks, mouth, nose. Jenna tipped her chin up and let her, cooing again while Robin rubbed my cum into her skin and into her open mouth and nose

"Ohhh," Jenna hummed, licking what she could reach, shy no more. Licking Robin's fingers. "Robin, it smells so..."

"I know, sweetie." Robin kissed her through the smear and looked up at me with a smile, my cock still pulsing as it softened.

(We had a peek a week or 2 ago from Bonnie's perspective as she was trying to pay her pool boy. But let's hear Alex's side of the story.)

I’d just gotten out of the shower when I heard Maureen calling my name from the deck. Her voice sounded serious. Like she needed to talk to me about something important.

I pulled on a pair of shorts but didn’t even bother with a tee shirt. I’d just been planning to go back to Samantha’s place and put the lawn mower away. She’d said there was more to do, and I’d left pretty quickly after... well, after everything. I hadn’t even finished mowing. But boy had I needed a shower.

The deck was bright. The sun was starting to dip behind the trees. Maureen was sitting at the glass table, a wine glass in her hand. She looked at me when I stepped out, and I felt my stomach tighten.

Something was wrong.

Mimi was there too, which was weird. She was usually in her room or out with friends. But she was standing behind Maureen’s chair, looking at me. Her hair was in those little pigtails she always wore. She had on tiny shorts and a tank top. She looked just like she always had to me. But I tried not to notice how her puffy nipples pushed through her tank, or that round little bum that I couldn’t miss the way she was swimming in front of me the other day. I’d felt bad about noticing ever since. She was still Mimi. It felt wrong to notice anything else about her. But there she was kneeling by the table watching me.

“Alex,” Maureen said. Her voice was steady, but I could hear something underneath it. “Come here.”

I walked over. The glass table reflected the sky. I could see my own reflection blurry in it.

“The whole neighborhood knows about you, Alex,” she said. “About what you’re doing instead of yard work.”

My stomach dropped. I’d been worried about this. I’d been trying to do the work. I really had. But things kept happening. Things I didn’t mean to let happen.

“I am cleaning yards,” I said, my voice coming out too fast. “Is someone upset? I can go back. Who? I’ll fix it. Did I break something?”

Maureen smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “No, honey. That’s not it.”

She nodded to the table. “Come here. Put your hands on the table.”

I blinked. That was weird. But Maureen was my mom’s best friend. She’d always been nice to me. If she wanted me to put my hands on the table, there had to be a reason.

I stepped forward and leaned over, placing my palms flat on the cool glass.

Mimi giggled. She was crouching down now, under the table. I could see her through the glass, looking up at me. Her eyes were wide.

“Am I being...” I started, then stopped. My voice cracked. “Arrested?”

“Yeah, Alex,” she said. “Arrested. We’re putting you in jail!”

I felt my face get hot. They were joking. They had to be joking. But why was I bent over the table?

Maureen came up behind me. I felt her body press against my back. Her breasts were soft and heavy against my shoulder blades. Bigger than I’d ever noticed before. She was soft everywhere, really. Her hips were wide, curving out from her waist in a way that made me feel guilty for noticing. She was Maureen. I shouldn’t be noticing things like that.

“Maybe,” she whispered in my ear.

I shivered. Her breath was warm. Her hand came around my side, across my chest. Her fingers found my nipple and rolled it. I jumped.

“Alex,” she said, still whispering. “You’re a good boy. But there’s a mystery here in the neighborhood. And we need to get to the bottom of it. Do you mind?”

I swallowed. “Well, yeah. Of course, Mrs... Maureen. Anything you want.”

Her hand moved down my stomach. Tracing a line to my waistband.

“There’s no use hiding it, Alex,” she said. “Bonnie’s told the whole neighborhood how you made love to her yesterday. How you fucked her. How you shattered her on that cock of yours. Did you know that?”

I froze. My throat went dry.

“That Samantha was watching?” she continued. Her voice was still soft, but each word hit like a punch. “And that she and Marie sucked your cock before you fucked them both in her living room? Marie, Alex. The mail carrier. That was just, what... an hour ago?”

I couldn’t speak. I’d thought... I mean, I thought maybe I was doing something wrong. But I didn’t know everyone knew. I didn’t know Bonnie had told people.

“And last night on the couch,” she whispered, “you came all over my throw pillow, didn’t you? Right next to us. Trying to hide it.”

I felt sick. She knew. They both knew. I’d thought maybe I’d gotten away with it. That maybe the pillow had covered it. But she knew.

“That’s not okay, Alex,” she said. Her hand was right at my waistband now. “You don’t keep secrets from me and Mimi. That’s not how we do things here.”

“I’m not keeping any secrets,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... I was trying to do the work. I really was.”

“Good,” she said. “Then you won’t mind if we take a little look at what’s been so distracting?”

I didn’t understand. What did she want to look at? But I’d already said I’d do anything. And I was bent over the table. I couldn’t exactly say no now.

“Of course not. Anything you want.”

I felt something tug at my shorts. Mimi’s hand. She was pulling them down. I gasped and tried to straighten up, but Maureen’s hand pressed against my back, keeping me bent.

“Alex,” Maureen said, her voice firm. “Stay still.”

I stayed still.

My shorts came down. First to my hips. Then past. I felt the air hit my skin. My cock was already half hard. I’d been trying not to think about it, but with Maureen pressed against me, her breasts on my back, her hand on my stomach...

Mimi made a sound. A little gasp. I looked down through the glass and saw her eyes. They were huge. She was staring.

Then my shorts were around my knees, and my cock swung free. It was hard now. Fully hard. I couldn’t help it. The way Maureen was touching me, the way Mimi was looking...

“Oh my God,” Mimi whispered.

I felt Maureen’s hand wrap around me. Her fingers didn’t quite meet. My cock was too thick. I think it had gotten bigger in the last couple days. She stroked up slowly, and I nearly buckled.

“Alex,” she said, her voice different now. Lower. “Look at what you’re doing to us.”

I couldn’t look. I kept my eyes on the glass table, on my own reflection. I could see Mimi below me. Her mouth was open. She was reaching up, her fingers brushing my balls.

I felt something wet. A drop. Then another. Precum. It was leaking out of me, dripping down onto Mimi’s face. She was looking up at me through the glass, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She was still just Mimi... She was my best friend years ago. But now her mouth was opening wider, and I felt her tongue touch the head of my cock.

She made a sound. A little moan. Then her mouth was on me. Her lips wrapped around the head, and I felt her tongue.

I gasped. My hips jerked forward. Maureen’s hand tightened around the base of my cock, holding me steady.

“Easy,” she whispered. “Let her work.”

I tried to stay still. But Mimi’s mouth was so hot. So wet. Her tongue was circling my head, sucking gently. I could see her through the glass table, her body moving, her hand between her own legs. She was still so... But her mouth was on my cock, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong this was. How wrong I was for letting it happen.

I felt Maureen kneel behind me. Her hands were on my ass. Spreading me. I tensed.

“Alex,” she said. “Relax.”

I tried to relax. But then I felt her mouth. Her lips pressed against me. Between my cheeks. I jumped.

“Oh,” I gasped. “What are you...”

Her tongue. I felt it. Hot and wet. Pressing against a place I didn’t know could feel like that. I bucked forward, my cock sliding deeper into Mimi’s mouth.

Maureen’s tongue pushed harder. I felt myself opening. My whole body was shaking. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was feel.

Mimi was sucking harder now. Her mouth was tight around me. Her tongue was working the head, and I could feel her throat trying to take more. She gagged a little, but she didn’t stop.

Maureen’s hands moved. One still stroking my cock. The other... I felt her fingers. They were wet. Slick. Pressing against me. Pushing inside... my bum?

I cried out. Not a word. Just a sound. A broken, helpless noise.

“Shh,” Maureen whispered. “Just trust us, Alex. We just want to understand...”

Her finger pushed deeper. I felt it curl inside me. Finding something. A place that made my whole body clench. My cock swelled in Mimi’s mouth. I could feel it. I was getting bigger. Harder. Right on the edge.

“Alex,” Maureen said. “Can you feel it? Can you feel what we’re doing to you?”

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. My whole body was shaking. My legs were trembling. I was holding onto the table like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

Mimi’s mouth was moving faster now. Sucking. Swallowing. Her hand was between her legs, her fingers moving fast. I could see her through the glass. Her eyes were closed. Her face was flushed.

Maureen’s finger pressed harder. That spot. That place inside me. I felt like I was going to explode. Like something was building, building, building...

And then it broke.

I came. My God, I came. More than I’d ever come before. My whole body seized. My cock pulsed in Mimi’s mouth, and I could feel it. Hot. Thick. Endless.

Mimi pulled back just in time. The first shot hit her face. Then her chest. Then her stomach. It kept coming. Rope after rope. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it.

I was still coming when I felt Maureen’s finger curl inside me again. That spot. That place. I came harder. My whole body shook. My legs gave out. I would have collapsed if Maureen hadn’t held me up.

Finally, it stopped. I sagged forward, my hands still on the table. My whole body was trembling. I could barely breathe.

Mimi was covered. Her face. Her chest. Her stomach. All covered in my cum. She was looking up at me, her eyes glassy. Her tongue came out, licking her lips.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I looked at Maureen. She was still behind me. Her hand was still inside me. I could feel her fingers. Warm. Moving slowly.

“Was that...” I started, then stopped. My voice was wrecked. “Was that okay, Mrs. Harris?”

Maureen smiled. She pulled her fingers out slowly, and I felt empty. Hollow.

“Oh... yes. That was certainly okay, Alex. You’re such a good boy.”

I nodded. I didn’t understand. But I nodded anyway.

Mimi was still on her knees, looking up at me. Her face was sticky. She reached up and touched my cock, still hard, still dripping. She stroked it gently, and I flinched. It was too sensitive.

“Still going,” she said, her voice soft. “Look at it.”

I couldn’t look. I couldn’t look at either of them. I kept my eyes on the table, on my reflection. I could see myself. Bent over. Exposed. Covered in sweat and cum.

Maureen stood up. She walked around the table and looked down at me.

“Alex,” she said. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You understand that, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re giving us something we need,” she continued. “Something we’ve been missing. You’re not breaking anything. You’re fixing it.”

I looked up at her. Her face was flushed. Her chest was rising and falling fast. Her breasts were heavy under her shirt, and I could see her nipples were hard. Somehow I’d gotten cum all over her, too. How’d that happpen, was all I could think.Her hips were wide, her body soft and curvy in a way that made my stomach tighten. I tried not to look. I tried not to notice how beautiful she was. How much I wanted to...

I looked down at myself. At the mess on my stomach. At the way my cock was still standing, thick and heavy between my legs.

I didn’t understand what was happening. But I was starting to realize that maybe the yard work wasn’t what they really wanted.

(Following Bonnie's afternoon with her poolboy, Alex, she realizes she still needs to pay him.)

The damp from the soil soaked through the knees of my denim capris as soon as I knelt in the grass before my front garden. That was something I’d not felt in a very long time.

Or maybe it’s better said “let myself feel.” I’d been feeling a lot since Monday by the pool. Or re-feeling. It seemed much more than just “remembering.”

After I had watched Alex pull on his disgusting jeans and pedal off up the road, I’d laid back into the same lounger I’d just taken his virginity in.

Samantha had scrambled off behind the fence back to her house. I could hear her stumbling and dropping her little shovel as she tried to pull up her shorts and run at the same time.

I would stop by later to talk about what she’d just watched... and been part of, really. That would be fun.

But almost immediately, on that chaise, I felt myself take a breath so deep it was like turning over soil. There were still little damp spots of Alex’s cum in the soft folds of my belly and between my boobs, but it was drying in my pubic hair and on my nipples. I let my fingers trace over it all as my vagina tried to straighten itself back out.

I’d never had sex like THAT before. I felt like Alex had reamed out my whole spine and replaced it with his cock. My God, his cock! What a sweet boy.

I dozed there, naked, with a damp towel pulled over me as the sun dipped below the trees, warm and buzzing. Eventually I stood, took a long sip of my lemonade, and walked into the pool.

I was a little sorry to feel the water rinse Alex’s cum away. I imagined it tingling as it did. But as I washed I remembered him pulling his stiff jeans down just an hour or two earlier, baked in the sun and covered in grass clippings and sweat. How he tried to hide his penis behind his hands as he walked so quickly down the steps into the water. How his cock swung between his legs as I watched from behind. There was no way to hide that!

And now there was no hiding how wonderful it felt to be kneeling in my own garden after, I dunno... 5 years? 6? Ever since my husband started travelling so much, and the house just felt like a box.

I never thought it was depression, but I guess maybe.

But Alex seemed to have fucked that right out of me, and I looked across the yard he’d cleaned and felt like it was mine.

The pain in my back was gone, and I leaned forward to pull handfuls of weeds from the years-old mulch between the azaleas. And I felt like I could just keep going, not worrying about the wet on my knees, or getting the stains out of my pants.

I was perspiring, and sweat dripped between my boobs, under them, dampening my shirt, which was cool on my nipples as they swung below me. I sat back on my heels and looked down at them standing up under the sweaty tee-shirt.

My gloved hand reached up and pulled one slightly and I felt it pull a string all the way through my belly and down to somewhere below my pussy. It felt sooo good.

And then I gasped. I’d never actually paid Alex for the yard work!

For all the work, I guess... but never mind that. I felt a rush to settle that bill. And a rush of something else, too.

I tidied up the garden, put my tools away, and wheeled the weeds back to the corner Alex had set up for compost. I had a compost pile again!

I washed my hands and grabbed my purse, not even thinking about the sweaty tee-shirt I was in, and walked right up the street to Maureen’s house.

It was a little odd, sort of like walking in a dream in the evening sun. I’d lived in this neighborhood for over 20 years. I used to walk up to Maureen’s at least once a week for all the things us stay-at-homes need. Watering each others’ gardens or feeding cats during vacations. A holiday party or cookout here or there.

But I hadn’t made that walk in a very long time. I was always driving by now, taking a left and moving on.

So the walk itself was a throwback, and I noticed trees that were larger now than I remembered. Where the heck had I been while that was happening.

I walked up the drive and was about to head to the door when I heard voices from around back. Was somebody singing?

I turned left around the corner, through the birch trees in their side yard, and around the corner of the deck.

It was not singing after all... it was Alex whimpering with his hands planted on Maureen’s glass table, fully naked with his back to the setting sun.

On their knees were Maureen and... was that Mimi under the table?

They were sandwiching Alex between them, Mimi cross-eyed and worshiping his dripping cock and Maureen squatting deep behind him pulling her face deep into his ass. His cheeks were in vivid relief in the shadows, and the way they were flexing it was almost like they were trying to pull her in.

Alex himself was shining with sweat as his entire body was trembling.

“NNnnnnnhhhhh. I... uh... I.... Oh God!”

My nipples hardened through my still-sweaty tee shirt.

Maureen’s hands rose to spread his cheeks and open him, and I saw the soft dark place her mouth was working. I watched her tongue push in. I watched him shake.

“Alex,” I heard her say, “Relax.”

And then her face pressed deeper between those hard cheeks, and I heard the wet seal of her mouth on his asshole.

“Oh,” he gasped. “What are you...”

His bum relaxed for an instant, her head drove forward, and his hips thrust forward straight into Mimi’s waiting mouth.

Mimi, that slender little thing under the table in tiny shorts and a soaked tank, messy pigtails crooked, and eyes huge and glassy looking up through the glass at the boy she was choking herself on.

Spit poured down his shaft onto her chin. She glonked and slurped and took him deeper, and when she gagged she didn’t try to pull away. It’s like her mouth was a cunt and she was fucking him with it.

While she choked, her fingers were tearing at her shorts trying desperately to reach her own pussy.

I sat back against an old Adirondack chair in the shade of the birches. My stomach had dropped for a moment, and I have to admit to a pang of outrage, jealous instantly, before the heat welled up and reminded me that everything was alright. This was how it should be with a boy like Alex. I was the one who said he would fuck us all, after all!

I must have dropped my wallet, because I felt both hands pulling at the front of my shorts before they finally dove under the waistband and pulled them down far enough for me to spread my lips and bring my slick up to my clitoris.

“Easy,” Maureen murmured, one hand still somehow steadying the thick base of him from behind while her mouth kept smacking against his ass. “Let her work.”

That cock was glorious. Watching it disappear into Mimi’s stretched little mouth made me clench so hard on my fingers I had to lock my knees straight. The mess of spit and precum shone on her face.

She pulled off with a wet pop, gasped for air and dove all the way back down to his balls. Strings of drool hung from her chin and ran down her pulsing throat like jewelry.

Maureen sat back an inch and I saw her hand slick with spit and her finger dove deep where her tongue had been until all her knuckles were pressed up tight in his bottom.

Alex cried out a broken helpless noise that went straight down my belly and lit every one of my nerves.

“Shh,” Maureen whispered. “Just trust us, Alex....”

I watched his whole body seize around it. His cock swelled visibly in Mimi’s mouth, thicker, darker, the veins standing up while she moaned around him and rubbed herself faster under those tiny shorts.

“Alex,” Maureen said. “Can you feel it? Can you feel what we’re doing to you?”

He nodded, mouth frozen open. His legs flexed and Maureen held him up from behind with her hand still buried in him, working that spot, milking him open while Mimi stroked his dripping shaft.

I was masturbating furiously in Maureen’s back yard, just feet away from this boy who had fucked me awake just days before getting served by my neighbors.

Mimi’s whole face moved faster, slurping and sucking. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, face flushed red with her freckles dark and wet, her hand moving so fast between her legs I thought it might start a fire if she weren’t dripping wet. Through the railing I could see everything: her lips stretched around him, her throat swelling, her little body lost in the buzz of worship.

Maureen’s hand moved and Alex screamed...

“NNnnnh... I... uh... I.... Oh God!”

His whole body seized up straight. Mimi pulled back just in time, mouth open, tongue out, face tipped up begging, and the first rope hit her lips and her cheek and her nose in a thick hot splash. My God, that was the same cum that had covered me!

Then so much more down her chin and throat and chest. Rope after rope while Maureen kept that finger inside him watching him spray all over the little cum-slut in front of him.

And I came too, almost holding my breath as my breasts trembled as my cunt tried to swallow my fingers and my clit wanted to burst.

Alex just kept coming, the way he had on me. The boy who had nearly split me in two as I took his virginity was drowning Mimi in semen, and she was giggling through it, moaning, rubbing his cum into her cheeks and her little tits under her useless tank, empty-headed and shining and so obviously lost in bliss.

Finally it slowed. Alex sagged forward, still trembling, still dripping. Mimi nuzzled under his cock breathing in his balls and ass, licking up and around his softening shaft to his purple gasping head, sucking every last drop with soft filthy little sounds. *Mmmmfphh. Shhlup. Nnnnhhh.*

Maureen stroked his back with one hand as her fingers pulled slowly from his bum. She smiled down through the glass at Mimi.

“You did so well, Mimi,” she said, soft and thick. “He’s a mess. Look at him.”

Mimi looked. Alex sagging back on his hands over the table, shaking, mouth open, eyes glassy. She rocked her hips against her own hand and the words spilled out of her high and sweet and dumb.

“Am I a good girl, good girl…?” she repeated.

“Oh, yes… You’re a very good girl!” Maureen purred. “Isn’t Mimi a good little cum-slut, Alex?”

He may have said yes. God, he should have! I’d never seen such a good girl!

Mimi licked him like a kitten, swallowed what was left on her tongue, burbling thank you thank you to anybody who would hear it. Maureen pulled her up enough to kiss that sticky shining face all over.

“What a good little slut!”

Mimi rubbed his cock against her cheek, still hungry, still buzzing.

“More?” she whined.

Alex groaned. His hand slid into her hair. She licked his knuckles. Maureen stood, walked around the table, looked down at the boy bent and spent and still somehow hardening again, thick and heavy between his legs with Mimi’s spit and his own cum making him shine in the last of the sun.

“Was that...” His voice was shredded. “Was that okay, Mrs. Harris?”

Maureen smiled.

“Oh... yes. That was certainly okay, Alex. You’re such a good boy.”

“Still going,” Mimi whispered, stroking him gently while he flinched from how sensitive he was. “Look at it.”

I looked, too. From the birches I looked. That cock I’d ridden until my loneliness left the house was rising miraculously again, still dripping onto the girl who’d just taken a bath in him. Maureen laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Alex,” she said. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You understand that, don’t you?”

He was quiet. Dumb in his own way. Sweet boy.

“You’re giving us something we need,” she continued. “Something we’ve been missing. You’re not breaking anything. You’re fixing it.”

My eyes stung. My cunt throbbed. My yard was clean, my garden was growing, and my back was strong and fresh.

I heard Mimi ask for more, and I wanted to be under that table with her, and I wanted Maureen’s mouth telling me I was a good girl too, and I wanted that cock again so badly my knees fell together as I stood.

I pulled up and zipped my capris quietly, walked back to the front door and rang the bell.

I'm still not sure what I just did... or even what I saw. It's like that kind of dream where you're telling yourself it's a dream, but you don't really believe it. Or maybe worse, when you've sent "send" on an email or relly fucked up and you're like "Nah, this isn't real. It's gotta be a dream... right?"

I'm right there... and I'm not sure. Really not sure.

We'd been watching March Madness in the motel room, all the husbands. We're on mission trip from church and staying in a motor lodge outside Richmond. I've known these guys for years. We go to church, picnics, fellowship... all that. Our wives hang out, have a bible study, bake banana bread. The wives were all in the next room so we could watch the game and have a few beers. (Yeah, it's a pretty cool church.)

Anyway, I looked up to see our door closing. It looked maybe like Mark stepped out. No thing.

We're being kind of loud, but so are the wives next door with their laughing and all. And I notice that Mark hasn't come back. Bathroom? Again whatever.

After a minute, I'm starting to recognize another sound. It might be the shouting of "defense! defense!" on the TV, or just my tinitis, or the beer. But no... It sounds almost like... definitely. I've heard this before when I travel and stay in these cheap hotels.

But that's the room our wives are in...? What? None of the other guys are noticing it so I don't mention anything. But I get up and step outside.

Without the TV blaring, the sound is much clearer. And I feel my stomach drop at the same time something seems to grab at my balls. My chest hollows. And my tinitis definitely gets louder.

I take the 3 steps to the next window. Unmistakable. A sound I've not heard in... in a long time, the sharp high gasps of a woman getting fucked. And fucked hard.

My cheeks are burning and my hands are numb. I know that... that sounds like... Is it my wife, Lauren?

The thick curtains aren't fully shut, and I peek through. The lights are on. All the wives are supposed to be in there.

But they're not. And... yes.

On top of the crumpled bedspread, there are Lauren's legs wrapped around Mark's ass as he plunges into her.

My head is swimming. It feels like I'm falling off balance, and my hands don't feel a thing as I fall forward to open the door.

-----

And it's like the door opened into a different kind of time. Like I'm watching a show from the 70's on a color TV. Mark is above Lauren. Her legs wrapped behind the back of his.

He's rising and falling back in, the headboard shakes and Lauren is letting out one long moan.

I can see his cock and his balls swing with each thrust. Her cunt is so wet everything is shining. Every time he drives in she gasps. Every time he pulls back her lips grip at him. She turns her head towards the door, unsurprised, and sees me and nothing changes. Her eyes are on me and her mouth is open with a string of ehm ehn ehm ehn at each thrust. She looks me in the eyes then closes her, feeling his cock stretch her open as I watch.

My stomach rolls over on itself. There's no room for anger excpet at myself. It's all shame, the shame I've been carrying for years without saying it. I've never made her sound like that. I've never made her look like that.

My cock is fully hard now and I'm leaking through my khakis making a big dark spot like I've peed. But it's not pee. My hands are frozen.

"Yes, Greg." Her voice not unkind as it trembles. "Watch this Watch. Go ahead. Take it out. Stroke your cock. While I I Get FUCKED!" That last word is forced out of her as she clenches her eyes and wraps her arms tighter around Mark's shoulders.

Mark turns his head towards me. Also not unkindly. But there is no sign of apology, this is entirely between them. And he keeps fucking her, even harder now. I can see her lips gripping his hard cock each time he pulls back.

I feel myself unzip my pants and my cock practically jumps out. It's wet and slippery already.

I wrap my hand around it and stroke. I am harder than I have been in years. It's like iron and I feel every vein.

She's loud. Very loud, and I'm watching her tits roll back and forth as Mark is jamming into her. I've seen them a thousand times, but I've never seen them like this. Her moans are getting louder.

She's watching me now. Watching me stroke off while Mark fucks her. Her pussy is a dripping mess. I can smell it all. I can see her holding him. Taking him all over and over.

I can see Mark's scrotum tighten and his rhythm becomes more stacato. He's close. I feel me own head swell and I'm stroking faster. I could never stop now.

He pulls out. His cock is raging and purple and dripping. He starts to cum on my wife laying beneath him. Rope after rope over her stomach, her breasts. Her throat.

She's gasping and laughing. She reaches her hand up and finds my wrist. She pulls me towards them.

Her fingers wrap around my shaft awkwardly, but tight and she's stroking me onto her. My back breaks as I cum and my peripheral vision tunnels to only her, and my cum splashing on her, mixing with his. Hers now.

She's rubbing it in. Both of ours. She's smiling up at me like I haven't seen... ever.

She pulls me towards her and kisses the head head of my softening penis with cum on her lips.

And I don't know whose.

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(We've heard Samantha's POV... but now it's time to hear from Alex himself...)

The sun was already high by the time I rolled my bike to a stop by the white fence. I hadn't even reached the porch when the door swung open.

“Hi. You must be Alex.”

Mrs. Harper was holding one of my fliers. I’d posted them up around the neighborhood. Yard work. House help. Saving for college. Her brown hair was up in some sort of a knot. A chopstick or something sticking out of her hair. Her soft tee-shirt stretching a little across her chest. Denim shorts tight around her hips.

But all of that barely registered. I still hadn’t shaken that girl from school. The one walking through the pool with her friends just as I was climbing out in my speedo. Her mouth had fallen open, “My God! I’ve heard of banana slings before, but that’s ridiculous! How could a girl date something like that!” Her friends all laughed, whispering to each other. I was too busy dying to notice how long she stared.

“I’m Mrs. Harper,” she said, then smiled again. “Bonnie.”

She looked me up and down.

“Thanks for coming on short notice. My back’s been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?”

I nodded. “Absolutely! Happy to help.”

“Well, aren’t you… eager.” she said, stepping back. “Come through. Let’s look at the garden.”

The house was quiet inside, warm. Fans, not AC. A pile of mail on the kitchen table. A single set of keys.

I followed her through the kitchen, looking ahead to the back yard.

The yard was overgrown. Really overgrown. Some kind of vine choking the fence line. Hedges that hadn't been trimmed in a year, the grass was thick and patchy. A wheelbarrow was tilted up near a sagging shed.

She waved at it all. “You can see things are a bit… well. Of a mess. I’m not even sure where to ask you to start.”

I looked about. “I think we’ll start with the lawn.” I said. Then the fence, and the shed.”

Her mouth opened just a little. Paused. “Well then! That’s nice to hear you have a plan!” She smiled.

“When you get hot, there’s lemonade. Or the pool.” She paused. “And I make good sun tea. Help yourself.”

Her voice seemed more relaxed.

I turned, focused on the lawn.

The sweat came fast. Half an hour in, I was shirtless streaked with dirt. I didn’t hear her at first, and kind of jumped when I hear her behind me. I looked up.

She was leaning on the porch railing, barefoot, sipping from a mason jar. Her tee-shirt hung down revealing soft cleavage.

“Years ago, my husband would’ve taken care of all this,” she said. “He used to handle everything. Now it’s just business trips and silence. I don’t even know the last time I opened the back door.”

I wiped my hands on my jeans.

“But I bet you don’t know much about that kind of quiet,” she added. “I bet girls are all over you at college, aren’t they?”

I shrugged. “I dunno… They seem to laugh a lot.”

That made her blink. Confused.

“Well… no laughing here. You’ll have to get used to being appreciated. You’re working hard!” she said.

She came back out later with a glass of cold tea. Most of the yard was finished… And it looked pretty good, I thought.

She smiled, spinning to take in her new backyard. “Wow! This is great! You wouldn’t have time to clean up the pool too, would you?”

“Absolutely! Whatever you’ve got.” I said, eager for more cash.

I got to work trimming the bushes, skimming the pool. Mrs. Harper sat beneath an umbrella on the patio. Watching me, making sure I was doing a good job, I guess.

“You sure work fast!” she said eventually. “ Very impressive.”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“You make it look so easy.”

“Oh… I guess it is.” I murmured under her gaze.

She laughed quietly. “Hmm… for you I suppose so.”

I was dripping sweat, my heavy jeans a mistake for a hot day like this.

“You’ve earned a swim, at least.” she called from under the deck umbrella.

“Thanks, but I don’t have shorts.”

She looked at me. Let her eyes drop. Brought them back up.

“It’s just us,” she said. “And I’ve seen a man before, Alex.”

I hesitated, but it was really hot. I turned away and worked my sweat-soaked jeans down. By "no shorts" I had meant I wasn’t wearing underwear, but, well… It was really hot in the sun. I tried to hide myself behind my hands, despite her assurances, as I stepped down the stairs as quickly as I could. Her eyes staring wide just like the girls at college. I was waiting for her to laugh too.

But, God, the water was a relief. Cold, then perfect. I sank under, felt it cool my whole body.

When I came up, she was still watching. No laughing yet, but her eyes locked on me.

“Better?” she asked.

“Oh, wow, yeah!”

She stood.

“I think I’ll join you.”

Her shirt came off over her head before I could blink. No bra. Her breasts were big but soft. The biggest darkest nipples I’d ever seen! She stepped out of her shorts next and walked into the water like it was nothing. Eyes never leaving me.

She walked straight up to me in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water and rose… dripping. Nipples perking up. God they were huge.

Her gaze dropped.

“Now ,” she said, reaching beneath the water, “let’s see exactly what the problem might be.”

The water splashed just above my pubic hair, but she lifted me out of the water… my whole, well… my whole penis. It started thickening in her grip right away, and I was starting to panic just a little.

“Oh, Alex.” There was no laughter. “This is what the silly college girls laugh about?” She hook her head, amused. “Trust me…”

She stroked up me once, water dripping off the head.

“They’re just too young to know what they had in front of them.”

She let me go and drifted back through the water. Just far enough to make me feel like I should follow.

Then she turned and stepped out of the pool. Her ass was big and as soft as her breasts, but really round.

She didn’t grab a towel. Just sat on the top step. Her hair stuck to her cheeks. Her breasts resting on her thighs.

“Come here.”

I moved without thinking. Water dripping from me. My cock wobbled with each step. She didn’t look away. And she was not laughing.

When I stood in front of her, she reached for me again. Warm hand around my wet skin. Her grip tightened. I was surprised it wasn’t slippery, but her skin kind of grabbed at mine despite the water.

She whispered. “God, you’re perfect, Alex”

She leaned forward.

She kissed my head with an open mouth, like she was taking a bite from an ice cream cone. Once. Then again. Her lips opened. Her tongue traced around the tip. I tried to steady myself.

She looked up at me as she eased down further, taking the first few inches. Her mouth was hot and wet. I felt her teeth graze me softly. She moaned so low I felt it in my bum.

She came up, letting a thick string of spit fall from her lips and down my shaft to my balls.

“You see, Alex… I’m not laughing.”

I had no idea what to say. This had never happened before!

She went back down. This time deeper. Her hands wrapped around my hips, grabbing onto my ass and she pulled me in. Pushed back, and in again.

Her head began to bob and she started making these sounds.

Every few strokes, she came up to lick her spit off me.

“Those girls are stupid, Alex!”

Then she slid back down… all the way. Until her lips made it to the base.

Until I felt the back of her throat.

She gurgled… once. Twice. She pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from her lip to the crown of my cock which was purple hovering over her face.

She looked up. Her hand still around me, stroking slowly, like she needed a minute.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak.

She gave it another long pull. It was slippery now.

“That poor girl back at school. She laughed because she didn’t know what else to do. That thing in your speedo scared the sense out of her.”

She kept chuckling.

“She had no idea what she was looking at.”

I didn’t either, honestly.

Bonnie’s hand moved again. Her thumb smoothed around the head, very slippery now.

“I'm sure she knew it was too much for her or any of her friends. But not for me.”

She leaned in again and gave me one slow lick up my shaft, then kissed it sideways.

“You’ve got no idea how good this is, do you?”

I shook my head again.

She looked up, narrowed her eyes just slightly. “Well, you will.”

Her grip tightened a little. Enough to make me catch my breath.

“You should know exactly what you’re carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to teach you.”

She pulled back, sat up straighter. Fingers still wrapped around me. Eyes on mine.

“This,” she lifted it slightly, like she was showing me off to myself, “This is not something to be embarrassed about, Alex. This is the kind of cock that changes people. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn’t when they’re with their husbands. Makes them want to come back.”

My chest was tight. I had butterflies.

“You’re going to need to get comfortable with it. That body. That dick. You need to know what you’re doing when it’s time to really use it.”

She gave one last stroke, then let me go. It bobbed once. Thick and hard, swollen. I felt air hit the skin where her hands had been, and I already missed them.

Bonnie stood up from the steps and turned.

“You ready?” she asked.

I blinked. “For what?”

She smiled. Pulled her wet hair off her shoulders.

“For the real work.”

She sat on a chaise, thighs open just enough. Her eyes dipped again. My cock was still hard. Still wet, now with her spit.

“Come here,” she said.

I stepped forward, heart pounding, cock leading.

She reached out again, familiar now, and gave me one more stroke. Gentle.

“I’m going to teach you what to do with all this,” she said, softer now. “And when I’m done, you’re going to walk out of here with more than just lawn money.”

She leaned back on the chaise, legs still damp, cool thighs spreading slowly.

Then she looked at me again, my cock still hard, swinging slightly as I stepped forward.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s see what you can do.”

I climbed over her. Hands shaking a little. She guided me with one palm to my chest, pushing gently until I was over her, knees sinking into the cushion between her legs. Her other hand wrapped around me again, and she angled me down towards her...

“Right there,” she whispered.

I felt the heat of her as her scent rose. She was really wet, and it wasn't pool water.

She lined me up and held still.

“Go slow.”

I just kind of pushed forward. The head slipped inside and she sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I kept going. Inch by inch, her pussy felt like it was pulling me in, tight and warmer than I expected.

“Oh my God, Alex…” Her hands gripped my arms. “That’s it. That’s it.”

I started moving. Not fast, really.

She gasped, mouth open, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

“You feel that?” she said, voice breathy. “That stretch? The way you’re filling me? That’s what the girls are scared of. And that’s what I’ve been missing!”

Her hips tilted under me, and I sank deeper. She let out a sound. A half moan, half laugh.

“Oh fuck, yes! keep going. Don’t stop.”

Her legs wrapped around me. She pulled me in harder.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby. God! God, I feel every inch of you. Every fucking vein!”

Her hands were in my hair now. Her voice wasn’t quiet anymore.

“You don’t know what this is doing to me,” she said, right against my ear. “You don’t know what you’ve got!”

I pushed harder. She arched, breath catching.

“Just like that. Yes! Just like that, Alex. Fuck me!”

I kept the rhythm. Her body met me now, hips snapping up to meet each thrust. She wasn’t letting me fuck her. She was somehow fucking me.

“That’s it! That’s fucking it!”

She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down into her mouth, I could feel her teeth, and she bit my lip as I pushed deep.

“Ohh, God, I can’t! You’re gonna fuck all the air out of me.”

She was loud now. Really loud. Neighbors could probably hear but she didn’t seem to care.

“You feel that?” she gasped. “That’s me. I'm, cumming already. And you haven’t even figured out what you're doing yet.”

Her nails dug into my back. Her whole body tensed under me, then broke open all at once.

“Fuck, Alex! Yes! Yes!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She was still gripping me, still pulling me deeper, still hungry.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” she gasped, still riding it out. “That dick… fuck! It’s like you’re built for this. Made for me.”

She laughed, breathless and shaking.

“I get it now,” she whispered, voice gone ragged. “I fucking get it.”

And then she pulled me in and kissed me again like she was starving.

Bonnie was moaning openly now, almost barking. I thought dogs might hear her.

“Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Fuck yes! Right there!”

I was driving into her hard now. Her boobs bounced with every thrust, big and heavy, her nipples hard and purple. She didn’t try to stop them, just let them slap against her chin as I slammed into her.

“You see that?” she gasped. “You see how my tits move when you fuck me? I love how my tits bounce when you’re fucking me!”

She grabbed her own breast, squeezing it tight, rolling her nipple between two fingers.

“My pussy’s losing its mind, Alex. Do you feel it grabbing at you?”

And I was. Every time I pulled back, I felt her trying to keep me inside.

She clenched hard, on purpose, and I nearly buckled.

“Oh fuck! Feel that*?* That’s me about to cum again. That’s what you’re doing to me!”

The chaise creaked underneath us. Her feet dug into the cushion, heels flexing with every thrust.

“I swear to God, baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Then her voice changed… no longer just for us. She wanted the neighbors to hear.

“*Mmm… fuck me, baby. You’re fucking my pussy so deep! I feel it in my stomach.”

Somewhere near the back of the yard, a branch cracked. She smiled.

Bonnie’s eyes rolled back. She was panting now. Our thighs slapping together. Her hands gripped the sides of the lounger so she wouldn’t get pushed off.

“I don’t care if the neighbors hear. Let them. Let them know what a real cock sounds like inside a real fucking woman. All these fucking absent husbands leaving their wives home alone. Fuuuck!”

I kept going.

Her mouth grinned, eyes glassy, body flushed, voice still high.

“You’re stuffing me so full, Alex… You’re gonna make me leak onto this damn chair!”

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence.

Bonnie didn’t even blink.

She threw her head back and shouted, loud enough for the whole street:

“YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE, STAY RIGHT FUCKING THERE!”

Somewhere in the greenery next to us, a shape moved.

A pair of glasses.

Dark hair.

Her neighbor crouched low behind the fence, knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching us. One hand between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

Bonnie knew. Her smile twitched at the corners.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down close, so only I could hear:

“She’s watching.”

She clenched her pussy again, so tight.

“Let her.”

Then louder, back up for the neighborhood:

“You feel that, baby? You feel my tits bouncing while your cock’s destroying my pussy?”

She reached up and lifted one breast up by her nipple, letting it jiggle and swing.

“Let her see how I take it. Let her hear what a real fuck sounds like.”

We could hear Samantha breathing hard now, one hand moving fast over her shorts, eyes locked on how Bonnie’s body bounced beneath mine. Her fingers were moving faster.

Bonnie wrapped her legs around me tight, heels digging into my back.

“Harder! Give it to me! I want to be loud. I want her to watch me take every inch you’ve got.”

I slammed into her. She screamed again, this one unhinged, beautiful.

“YESSSS! You’re ruining me! I’ll be dripping for the rest of the fucking week!”

Another crack in the bushes. Samantha shifted closer.

Bonnie reached up, grabbed my face with both hands.

“Look at me.”

I did.

“You’re gonna fuck them all, Alex,” she whispered. “But I get to be the one who breaks you in.”

Then louder, for Samantha:

“And I fucked him first!”

Bonnie’s nails dragged down my back as I slammed into her again, her cunt clenching tighter, breath turning wild.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “You feel that? That’s my pussy choking on you. You’re so fucking deep, I can’t even think.”

I felt it, her walls slippery and tight, around me, slick and hot, pulling me in harder every time.

“Fuck yes,” she cried. “Right there! God, you’re gonna wreck me!”

Her tits bounced hard now, uncontrolled, like water. She reached up, grabbing one, squeezing it tight while I fucked her through another climax.

“Ohh, fuck! It’s running down my ass! I’m leaking all over this chair. You’re gonna make me pass the fuck out!”

I was getting close. Too close. My body was tight, pulsing, every muscle screaming toward it.

Bonnie felt it. She looked up, eyes wide, face flushed, voice wrecked.

“Oh! oh no…,” she said, laughing breathlessly. “You’re gonna blow, aren’t you? *I can feel it. I can feel it building…!”

I pulled out. Just in time.

She yanked my cock up toward her chest, just as I exploded.

The first rope hit her neck, thick and hot, and she gasped, surprised. Thrilled!

“Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!”

Another shot streaked across her tits. Then her stomach. Then her face. Her mouth opened, tongue out, panting as I emptied everything I had across her.

“Jesus Christ, Alex!”

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. She milked me with both hands, catching the last spurts over her breasts, stroking me through it.

By the end, she was a complete mess. Good thing she had a pool!

Hair clung to her cheeks. Come dripping from her nipples, pooling under her breasts. More sliding down her belly, tangled in the black hair between her thighs.

She looked down at herself and laughed.

“Oh my God.” She rubbed a palm up her chest, smearing the slick mess across her tits. “That was not a little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man’s cum!”

And from the bushes, one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

Bonnie turned her head slightly. Not in the least bashful.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” she called, loud enough to carry. “You’re next.”

A rustle. A breath. Then silence.

I looked down at Bonnie, still breathing hard, still soaked.

She smiled up at me. Eyes half-lidded, voice a little horse.

“Well,” she whispered, grinning, eyes on mine, “you’re definitely hired.”

(Following Bonnie's afternoon with her poolboy, Alex, she realizes she still needs to pay him.)

The damp from the soil soaked through the knees of my denim capris as soon as I knelt in the grass before my front garden. That was something I’d not felt in a very long time.

Or maybe it’s better said “let myself feel.” I’d been feeling a lot since Monday by the pool. Or re-feeling. It seemed much more than just “remembering.”

After I had watched Alex pull on his disgusting jeans and pedal off up the road, I’d laid back into the same lounger I’d just taken his virginity in.

Samantha had scrambled off behind the fence back to her house. I could hear her stumbling and dropping her little shovel as she tried to pull up her shorts and run at the same time.

I would stop by later to talk about what she’d just watched... and been part of, really. That would be fun.

But almost immediately, on that chaise, I felt myself take a breath so deep it was like turning over soil. There were still little damp spots of Alex’s cum in the soft folds of my belly and between my boobs, but it was drying in my pubic hair and on my nipples. I let my fingers trace over it all as my vagina tried to straighten itself back out.

I’d never had sex like THAT before. I felt like Alex had reamed out my whole spine and replaced it with his cock. My God, his cock! What a sweet boy.

I dozed there, naked, with a damp towel pulled over me as the sun dipped below the trees, warm and buzzing. Eventually I stood, took a long sip of my lemonade, and walked into the pool.

I was a little sorry to feel the water rinse Alex’s cum away. I imagined it tingling as it did. But as I washed I remembered him pulling his stiff jeans down just an hour or two earlier, baked in the sun and covered in grass clippings and sweat. How he tried to hide his penis behind his hands as he walked so quickly down the steps into the water. How his cock swung between his legs as I watched from behind. There was no way to hide that!

And now there was no hiding how wonderful it felt to be kneeling in my own garden after, I dunno... 5 years? 6? Ever since my husband started travelling so much, and the house just felt like a box.

I never thought it was depression, but I guess maybe.

But Alex seemed to have fucked that right out of me, and I looked across the yard he’d cleaned and felt like it was mine.

The pain in my back was gone, and I leaned forward to pull handfuls of weeds from the years-old mulch between the azaleas. And I felt like I could just keep going, not worrying about the wet on my knees, or getting the stains out of my pants.

I was perspiring, and sweat dripped between my boobs, under them, dampening my shirt, which was cool on my nipples as they swung below me. I sat back on my heels and looked down at them standing up under the sweaty tee-shirt.

My gloved hand reached up and pulled one slightly and I felt it pull a string all the way through my belly and down to somewhere below my pussy. It felt sooo good.

And then I gasped. I’d never actually paid Alex for the yard work!

For all the work, I guess... but never mind that. I felt a rush to settle that bill. And a rush of something else, too.

I tidied up the garden, put my tools away, and wheeled the weeds back to the corner Alex had set up for compost. I had a compost pile again!

I washed my hands and grabbed my purse, not even thinking about the sweaty tee-shirt I was in, and walked right up the street to Maureen’s house.

It was a little odd, sort of like walking in a dream in the evening sun. I’d lived in this neighborhood for over 20 years. I used to walk up to Maureen’s at least once a week for all the things us stay-at-homes need. Watering each others’ gardens or feeding cats during vacations. A holiday party or cookout here or there.

But I hadn’t made that walk in a very long time. I was always driving by now, taking a left and moving on.

So the walk itself was a throwback, and I noticed trees that were larger now than I remembered. Where the heck had I been while that was happening.

I walked up the drive and was about to head to the door when I heard voices from around back. Was somebody singing?

I turned left around the corner, through the birch trees in their side yard, and around the corner of the deck.

It was not singing after all... it was Alex whimpering with his hands planted on Maureen’s glass table, fully naked with his back to the setting sun.

On their knees were Maureen and... was that Mimi under the table?

They were sandwiching Alex between them, Mimi cross-eyed and worshiping his dripping cock and Maureen squatting deep behind him pulling her face deep into his ass. His cheeks were in vivid relief in the shadows, and the way they were flexing it was almost like they were trying to pull her in.

Alex himself was shining with sweat as his entire body was trembling.

“NNnnnnnhhhhh. I... uh... I.... Oh God!”

My nipples hardened through my still-sweaty tee shirt.

Maureen’s hands rose to spread his cheeks and open him, and I saw the soft dark place her mouth was working. I watched her tongue push in. I watched him shake.

“Alex,” I heard her say, “Relax.”

And then her face pressed deeper between those hard cheeks, and I heard the wet seal of her mouth on his asshole.

“Oh,” he gasped. “What are you...”

His bum relaxed for an instant, her head drove forward, and his hips thrust forward straight into Mimi’s waiting mouth.

Mimi, that slender little thing under the table in tiny shorts and a soaked tank, messy pigtails crooked, and eyes huge and glassy looking up through the glass at the boy she was choking herself on.

Spit poured down his shaft onto her chin. She glonked and slurped and took him deeper, and when she gagged she didn’t try to pull away. It’s like her mouth was a cunt and she was fucking him with it.

While she choked, her fingers were tearing at her shorts trying desperately to reach her own pussy.

I sat back against an old Adirondack chair in the shade of the birches. My stomach had dropped for a moment, and I have to admit to a pang of outrage, jealous instantly, before the heat welled up and reminded me that everything was alright. This was how it should be with a boy like Alex. I was the one who said he would fuck us all, after all!

I must have dropped my wallet, because I felt both hands pulling at the front of my shorts before they finally dove under the waistband and pulled them down far enough for me to spread my lips and bring my slick up to my clitoris.

“Easy,” Maureen murmured, one hand still somehow steadying the thick base of him from behind while her mouth kept smacking against his ass. “Let her work.”

That cock was glorious. Watching it disappear into Mimi’s stretched little mouth made me clench so hard on my fingers I had to lock my knees straight. The mess of spit and precum shone on her face.

She pulled off with a wet pop, gasped for air and dove all the way back down to his balls. Strings of drool hung from her chin and ran down her pulsing throat like jewelry.

Maureen sat back an inch and I saw her hand slick with spit and her finger dove deep where her tongue had been until all her knuckles were pressed up tight in his bottom.

Alex cried out a broken helpless noise that went straight down my belly and lit every one of my nerves.

“Shh,” Maureen whispered. “Just trust us, Alex....”

I watched his whole body seize around it. His cock swelled visibly in Mimi’s mouth, thicker, darker, the veins standing up while she moaned around him and rubbed herself faster under those tiny shorts.

“Alex,” Maureen said. “Can you feel it? Can you feel what we’re doing to you?”

He nodded, mouth frozen open. His legs flexed and Maureen held him up from behind with her hand still buried in him, working that spot, milking him open while Mimi stroked his dripping shaft.

I was masturbating furiously in Maureen’s back yard, just feet away from this boy who had fucked me awake just days before getting served by my neighbors.

Mimi’s whole face moved faster, slurping and sucking. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, face flushed red with her freckles dark and wet, her hand moving so fast between her legs I thought it might start a fire if she weren’t dripping wet. Through the railing I could see everything: her lips stretched around him, her throat swelling, her little body lost in the buzz of worship.

Maureen’s hand moved and Alex screamed...

“NNnnnh... I... uh... I.... Oh God!”

His whole body seized up straight. Mimi pulled back just in time, mouth open, tongue out, face tipped up begging, and the first rope hit her lips and her cheek and her nose in a thick hot splash. My God, that was the same cum that had covered me!

Then so much more down her chin and throat and chest. Rope after rope while Maureen kept that finger inside him watching him spray all over the little cum-slut in front of him.

And I came too, almost holding my breath as my breasts trembled as my cunt tried to swallow my fingers and my clit wanted to burst.

Alex just kept coming, the way he had on me. The boy who had nearly split me in two as I took his virginity was drowning Mimi in semen, and she was giggling through it, moaning, rubbing his cum into her cheeks and her little tits under her useless tank, empty-headed and shining and so obviously lost in bliss.

Finally it slowed. Alex sagged forward, still trembling, still dripping. Mimi nuzzled under his cock breathing in his balls and ass, licking up and around his softening shaft to his purple gasping head, sucking every last drop with soft filthy little sounds. *Mmmmfphh. Shhlup. Nnnnhhh.*

Maureen stroked his back with one hand as her fingers pulled slowly from his bum. She smiled down through the glass at Mimi.

“You did so well, Mimi,” she said, soft and thick. “He’s a mess. Look at him.”

Mimi looked. Alex sagging back on his hands over the table, shaking, mouth open, eyes glassy. She rocked her hips against her own hand and the words spilled out of her high and sweet and dumb.

“Am I a good girl, good girl…?” she repeated.

“Oh, yes… You’re a very good girl!” Maureen purred. “Isn’t Mimi a good little cum-slut, Alex?”

He may have said yes. God, he should have! I’d never seen such a good girl!

Mimi licked him like a kitten, swallowed what was left on her tongue, burbling thank you thank you to anybody who would hear it. Maureen pulled her up enough to kiss that sticky shining face all over.

“What a good little slut!”

Mimi rubbed his cock against her cheek, still hungry, still buzzing.

“More?” she whined.

Alex groaned. His hand slid into her hair. She licked his knuckles. Maureen stood, walked around the table, looked down at the boy bent and spent and still somehow hardening again, thick and heavy between his legs with Mimi’s spit and his own cum making him shine in the last of the sun.

“Was that...” His voice was shredded. “Was that okay, Mrs. Harris?”

Maureen smiled.

“Oh... yes. That was certainly okay, Alex. You’re such a good boy.”

“Still going,” Mimi whispered, stroking him gently while he flinched from how sensitive he was. “Look at it.”

I looked, too. From the birches I looked. That cock I’d ridden until my loneliness left the house was rising miraculously again, still dripping onto the girl who’d just taken a bath in him. Maureen laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Alex,” she said. “You’re not doing anything wrong. You understand that, don’t you?”

He was quiet. Dumb in his own way. Sweet boy.

“You’re giving us something we need,” she continued. “Something we’ve been missing. You’re not breaking anything. You’re fixing it.”

My eyes stung. My cunt throbbed. My yard was clean, my garden was growing, and my back was strong and fresh.

I heard Mimi ask for more, and I wanted to be under that table with her, and I wanted Maureen’s mouth telling me I was a good girl too, and I wanted that cock again so badly my knees fell together as I stood.

I pulled up and zipped my capris quietly, walked back to the front door and rang the bell.

The feast had been going for hours. Most of the guests had stumbled off to their beds or collapsed elsewhere, sated or exhausted or both. But the regulars remained. The ones who knew what came after dinner.

I sat at the far end of the long oak table, in my usual spot. Forgotten. Half-forgotten, at least. My wife sat at the head, surrounded by men I'd once commanded, men whose loyalty had shifted from me to her. Her silk dress clung damply to her thighs already. Her hair tumbled wild about her flushed shoulders.

She licked cream from her finger, slow, deliberate. Her eyes sparkled as she surveyed her court.

"Who will let me earn his load first?" Her voice had that needy whine I've come to know so well over eighteen years. "I've been such a good girl tonight, don't you think?"

The table was a mess. Spilled mead. Torn bread. Plates askew. But none of that mattered. Not to them. Nor to her.

The stablehand stepped forward first, always overeager. His hands fumbled at his breeches. His cock bobbed free before he'd even pulled them down completely... thick and ready, already glistening.

My wife's gaze fixed on it. Her tongue touched her lower lip. She eased back in her chair, hiking her skirt, letting one full breast spill free.

"Come here, sweetling," she purred, her hand reaching out.

I watched from my spot at the far end, my own cock limp and useless in my hand. I tried to stroke it, tried to feel something, but there was nothing. Just the sad weight of it, soft and forgotten.

The stablehand stepped closer. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, and I felt something twist in my chest. Not jealousy exactly. Not pride either. Something else. Something that had made me give her permission eighteen years ago.

She stroked him slowly at first, her thumb rolling over the head. His hips bucked. He held his breath. I watched her hands work him, watched her eyes lock on his face, watched the way she smiled—triumphant and needy all at once.

"Please," she whispered. "I'm your good little slut, aren't I?"

Her words were meant for him, but they carried to me. Every word she spoke was just loud enough, deliberate enough, that it reached me at the far end where I sat alone.

The stablehand's knees buckled. His cock pulsed in her grip. She stroked him faster, her other hand pressing his shaft down toward her breast, positioning him just right.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give it to me. Let me earn it."

His orgasm hit him like a physical blow. His whole body seized. The first spurt hit her throat, thick and white, making her gasp. The second hit her breast, streaking down the curve of it. The third, the fourth, each one painting her skin until she was dripping.

She arched her back, accepting every drop with a desperate gratitude, her eyes closed, her mouth open, like she was worshipping. Like each spurt was a reward she'd been working hard to earn.

I felt my chest tighten. My hand still worked my cock, just stirring to life.

She didn't wait for his jism to cool. Didn't even wipe it away. Just looked at the next man, her voice already begging.

"More. Please, I need more. Let me earn it all."

A knight knelt, pumping furiously, his load joining the glistening mess already painting her skin. She moaned with gratitude, her hands moving faster, her voice rising higher.

"Yes, yes, give me more. I need it. Please, let me be your cum whore!."

Then Sir Reginald stepped forward.

I've known Reginald for twenty years. Broad of chest, sun-browned, callused hands from sword and plow. And I've watched my wife take his cock for eighteen years. Twice a week. At least.

She knows his cock better than she knows mine now.

She crooked a finger, and he stepped between her open thighs, her thighs spread. I could see her cunt from here, pink and swollen and already dripping.

Her eyes flicked toward me, just for a moment, then back to Reginald. But she kept me in her periphery. She always does. She knows I'm watching. Knows I can't look away.

She leaned forward, her mouth opening. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the head of his cock. He was already leaking, precum beading at the slit, and she lapped it up with a moan.

"Oh, Reginald," she breathed. "I've missed you since Tuesday."

Her lips stretched around his head, and I watched her swallow him inch by inch. Her cheeks hollowed. Her throat swelling. Her eyes closed, and she made a sound—a low, guttural moan that vibrated through his cock.

I could feel my own breath catch. My hand still worked my half-hard penis.

She pulled back, her lips glossy, her tongue circling the head. "Eighteen years," she murmured, her hand stroking his shaft. "Eighteen years of you using my throat, my cunt, my ass. And I'm still hungry for your seed, Sir."

Her mouth descended again, and this time she took him deeper. Her nose pressed against the dark curls at his base. He groaned, his hands gripping the back of her head, his hips bucking forward.

She gagged. Once. Twice. But she didn't even try to pull back. Just swallowed him deeper, her throat working around him, her eyes watering.

I felt something in my chest. Not arousal. Not jealousy. Something else. Something that made me lean forward, made me watch closer, made me unable to breathe.

She pulled back with a wet pop, gasping, thick spit trailing from her lips to his cock. Her hand kept stroking him, fast now, slipping over his thick length.

"Please, Reginald," she begged, her voice dropping into that whine I know so well. "Cum for me. Your little whore wants it so bad. Please! I've been good, haven't I? So good for you."

Her breasts pressed together, her hands positioning them like an altar. Her eyes locked on his, pleading, desperate.

"Cum for me. Shower me in your cum!"

His orgasm came suddenly. The first spurt hit her chin, thick and hot, making her gasp. The second splattered her breast, painting it white. The third, the fourth, each one coating her skin until she was dripping, until her face and throat and breasts were streaked with strings of his cum.

She moaned gratefully, her hands moving faster, milking every last drop from him. She caught it with her palm, smearing it across her breasts, then scooping it to her lips and sucking her fingers clean.

She looked at me as she did it. Her eyes meeting mine from across the table. Triumphant. See how good I am? See how well I serve them?

I couldn't answer. My voice left me years ago, at the first of these spectacles. But my eyes said everything. Yes. Yes, I see.

Then the jester stepped forward.

This motherfucker.

He moved differently than the others. No drunken lurching. No fumbling need. His smile was sly, almost wicked. He slipped off his motley coat, bells somehow silent, and then let his trousers fall.

The hall went quiet as it always does.

His cock hung between his thighs like some mythic beast. Half-hard already and growing. It wasn't just large. It was impossible. Thicker than my forearm. Longer than I am tall. Veined and heavy and already pulsing.

My wife's eyes widened. Her breath caught. Her cunt, still dripping from anticipation, clenched visibly.

"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, my love."

She hadn't called me that in years... But she wasn't talking to me.

The jester lay on his back on the table, his enormous cock standing straight up, impossibly thick and ridged like corded rope. My wife lifted it, presenting it to me, and I felt my stomach drop while my cock hardened a little more... I was able to feel it swell in my hand if I squeezed tight.

"This, my husband," she said, her voice dripping with mockery and need. "This is a cock so large as to make yours look like a little toy. Look upon it, my love. Look upon the cock your wife chooses over your own."

I looked. I couldn't look away.

It was massive. Thick as her wrist. Long enough that when she held it up, it reached past her navel. The head was broad, flushed purple, already leaking. I could smell it from here. Unwashed. Musky. The scent of a man who'd been waiting.

She straddled him, facing me, her knees spread wide. Her cunt was already dripping, lips parted. She grasped his shaft, and it dwarfed her hands. She let fall a great dollop of spit onto the crown, mixing with what was already there—Reginald's cum, the stablehand's, all of it.

"My lord," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "Even dripping as I am with these villagers' cum, a cock like this must be properly lubricated. Help me, Lord Thistlecock. Come to my aid and slather this cock with your spit so your wife might accept it between her legs."

I actually stood. I actually moved forward. My hand still stroking... my cock swelling now that she drew me forward. I leaned over, my face inches from the jester's massive erection. The smell hit me harder—musky, unwashed, the scent of days-old sex.

I tried to spit. My mouth was so dry I could only manage the feeblest drop. It landed on the side of his cock, barely visible, instantly absorbed.

"What, husband?" she taunted. "Can you not even manage to lube the cock your wife chooses over your own? Even as you once begged her to choose?"

I couldn't answer. My voice was gone. But my eyes said everything. Shame. Pride. Envy. Satisfaction. And my cock throbbed in my hand, finally.

Then she sank down on him.

I've never heard a sound like the one she made. It started low, a gasp, then rose into something else entirely. A scream. A cry. A sound that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain and need and something else I couldn't name.

Her head lolled. Her eyes rolled back. Her body tensed, then went limp, then tensed again as she fought to take him.

"He's so deep," she gasped, her voice breaking. "So fucking thick. I feel every inch. Every vein. Look how my belly bulges when he thrusts!"

I looked. Her belly did bulge. A rounded shape that shouldn't have been possible. Like he was pressing up inside her, filling her beyond capacity.

She rode him with a wild, rolling rhythm. Grinding down, then rising slowly, her pussy dragging behind her gripping onto the jesters shaft. Each movement drew a guttural moan from her throat, echoing through the flickering candlelight.

"Do you see me, husband?" she gasped, her eyes finding mine. "Do you see what your Lady has become? Ruined. Filled completely. Used by your own fool, by your men, by all of Thistlecock!"

Oh, my cock throbbed in my hand... precum dripping into my palm.

Two other men pressed close then, feeding her their cocks. One in her mouth, one in her hand. She took them both, moaning around the one in her throat, her other hand stroking the second man fast and desperate.

"I'm tearing," she screamed. "I can feel it. Deeper, wider than my lord's. Oh fuck, you're splitting me in two!"

Her voice broke, her words slurred by pleasure. "Do you see, my lord? Do you see how well I serve them? How well I take what they give me? I'm the castle whore, the village sponge. I'll take it all, give it all... because that's what I'm for. That's what you made me."

I watched. I couldn't look away. I felt my balls contract, a tightness beggining in my ass.

Her body moved in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Her hips rolling, grinding, her back arching, her head falling back. The jester's cock dragged against every nerve, so thick she could barely move, but she kept trying. Kept riding. Kept taking it.

Cum exploded inside her. I saw it happen—her whole body seizing, her scream turning into something else, a shuddering animal cry. The jester's load filled her until it overflowed, hot and white, streaking down his cock and pooling on the table right in front of me.

She collapsed forward, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The jester's cock slipped out of her like a snake, more cum dripping from her, running down her thighs, pooling between her legs.

Seeing her pussy leak his cum, my belly twisted, and I came watching my fools spume and wife's slick shimmer in the candle light. A single spurt of my own dribbling over the back of my hand.

She looked at me, her eyes glassy, her voice trembling.

"Look how they use me, husband," she gasped. "See how good I am? See how well I take it? This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what I'm good for."

I couldn't answer. My voice was gone. But my eyes said everything. Yes. Yes, this is what I wanted. Yes, this is what she is. Yes, this is perfect.

She raised her glass, sticky and triumphant, cum still dripping from her chin.

"Who's their good little cum slut?"

My wife... my wife is their cum slut.

(We've heard this story from both Bonnie's and Samantha's POV... but now it's time to hear from Alex himself...)

The sun was already high by the time I rolled my bike to a stop by the white fence. I hadn't even reached the porch when the door swung open.

“Hi. You must be Alex.”

Mrs. Harper was holding one of my fliers. I’d posted them up around the neighborhood. Yard work. House help. Saving for college. Her brown hair was up in some sort of a knot. A chopstick or something sticking out of her hair. Her soft tee-shirt stretching a little across her chest. Denim shorts tight around her hips.

But all of that barely registered. I still hadn’t shaken that girl from school. The one walking through the pool with her friends just as I was climbing out in my speedo. Her mouth had fallen open, “My God! I’ve heard of banana slings before, but that’s ridiculous! How could a girl date something like that!” Her friends all laughed, whispering to each other. I was too busy dying to notice how long she stared.

“I’m Mrs. Harper,” she said, then smiled again. “Bonnie.”

She looked me up and down.

“Thanks for coming on short notice. My back’s been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?”

I nodded. “Absolutely! Happy to help.”

“Well, aren’t you… eager.” she said, stepping back. “Come through. Let’s look at the garden.”

The house was quiet inside, warm. Fans, not AC. A pile of mail on the kitchen table. A single set of keys.

I followed her through the kitchen, looking ahead to the back yard.

The yard was overgrown. Really overgrown. Some kind of vine choking the fence line. Hedges that hadn't been trimmed in a year, the grass was thick and patchy. A wheelbarrow was tilted up near a sagging shed.

She waved at it all. “You can see things are a bit… well. Of a mess. I’m not even sure where to ask you to start.”

I looked about. “I think we’ll start with the lawn.” I said. Then the fence, and the shed.”

Her mouth opened just a little. Paused. “Well then! That’s nice to hear you have a plan!” She smiled.

“When you get hot, there’s lemonade. Or the pool.” She paused. “And I make good sun tea. Help yourself.”

Her voice seemed more relaxed.

I turned, focused on the lawn.

The sweat came fast. Half an hour in, I was shirtless streaked with dirt. I didn’t hear her at first, and kind of jumped when I hear her behind me. I looked up.

She was leaning on the porch railing, barefoot, sipping from a mason jar. Her tee-shirt hung down revealing soft cleavage.

“Years ago, my husband would’ve taken care of all this,” she said. “He used to handle everything. Now it’s just business trips and silence. I don’t even know the last time I opened the back door.”

I wiped my hands on my jeans.

“But I bet you don’t know much about that kind of quiet,” she added. “I bet girls are all over you at college, aren’t they?”

I shrugged. “I dunno… They seem to laugh a lot.”

That made her blink. Confused.

“Well… no laughing here. You’ll have to get used to being appreciated. You’re working hard!” she said.

She came back out later with a glass of cold tea. Most of the yard was finished… And it looked pretty good, I thought.

She smiled, spinning to take in her new backyard. “Wow! This is great! You wouldn’t have time to clean up the pool too, would you?”

“Absolutely! Whatever you’ve got.” I said, eager for more cash.

I got to work trimming the bushes, skimming the pool. Mrs. Harper sat beneath an umbrella on the patio. Watching me, making sure I was doing a good job, I guess.

“You sure work fast!” she said eventually. “ Very impressive.”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“You make it look so easy.”

“Oh… I guess it is.” I murmured under her gaze.

She laughed quietly. “Hmm… for you I suppose so.”

I was dripping sweat, my heavy jeans a mistake for a hot day like this.

“You’ve earned a swim, at least.” she called from under the deck umbrella.

“Thanks, but I don’t have shorts.”

She looked at me. Let her eyes drop. Brought them back up.

“It’s just us,” she said. “And I’ve seen a man before, Alex.”

I hesitated, but it was really hot. I turned away and worked my sweat-soaked jeans down. By "no shorts" I had meant I wasn’t wearing underwear, but, well… It was really hot in the sun. I tried to hide myself behind my hands, despite her assurances, as I stepped down the stairs as quickly as I could. Her eyes staring wide just like the girls at college. I was waiting for her to laugh too.

But, God, the water was a relief. Cold, then perfect. I sank under, felt it cool my whole body.

When I came up, she was still watching. No laughing yet, but her eyes locked on me.

“Better?” she asked.

“Oh, wow, yeah!”

She stood.

“I think I’ll join you.”

Her shirt came off over her head before I could blink. No bra. Her breasts were big but soft. The biggest darkest nipples I’d ever seen! She stepped out of her shorts next and walked into the water like it was nothing. Eyes never leaving me.

She walked straight up to me in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water and rose… dripping. Nipples perking up. God they were huge.

Her gaze dropped.

“Now ,” she said, reaching beneath the water, “let’s see exactly what the problem might be.”

The water splashed just above my pubic hair, but she lifted me out of the water… my whole, well… my whole penis. It started thickening in her grip right away, and I was starting to panic just a little.

“Oh, Alex.” There was no laughter. “This is what the silly college girls laugh about?” She hook her head, amused. “Trust me…”

She stroked up me once, water dripping off the head.

“They’re just too young to know what they had in front of them.”

She let me go and drifted back through the water. Just far enough to make me feel like I should follow.

Then she turned and stepped out of the pool. Her ass was big and as soft as her breasts, but really round.

She didn’t grab a towel. Just sat on the top step. Her hair stuck to her cheeks. Her breasts resting on her thighs.

“Come here.”

I moved without thinking. Water dripping from me. My cock wobbled with each step. She didn’t look away. And she was not laughing.

When I stood in front of her, she reached for me again. Warm hand around my wet skin. Her grip tightened. I was surprised it wasn’t slippery, but her skin kind of grabbed at mine despite the water.

She whispered. “God, you’re perfect, Alex”

She leaned forward.

She kissed my head with an open mouth, like she was taking a bite from an ice cream cone. Once. Then again. Her lips opened. Her tongue traced around the tip. I tried to steady myself.

She looked up at me as she eased down further, taking the first few inches. Her mouth was hot and wet. I felt her teeth graze me softly. She moaned so low I felt it in my bum.

She came up, letting a thick string of spit fall from her lips and down my shaft to my balls.

“You see, Alex… I’m not laughing.”

I had no idea what to say. This had never happened before!

She went back down. This time deeper. Her hands wrapped around my hips, grabbing onto my ass and she pulled me in. Pushed back, and in again.

Her head began to bob and she started making these sounds.

Every few strokes, she came up to lick her spit off me.

“Those girls are stupid, Alex!”

Then she slid back down… all the way. Until her lips made it to the base.

Until I felt the back of her throat.

She gurgled… once. Twice. She pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from her lip to the crown of my cock which was purple hovering over her face.

She looked up. Her hand still around me, stroking slowly, like she needed a minute.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak.

She gave it another long pull. It was slippery now.

“That poor girl back at school. She laughed because she didn’t know what else to do. That thing in your speedo scared the sense out of her.”

She kept chuckling.

“She had no idea what she was looking at.”

I didn’t either, honestly.

Bonnie’s hand moved again. Her thumb smoothed around the head, very slippery now.

“I'm sure she knew it was too much for her or any of her friends. But not for me.”

She leaned in again and gave me one slow lick up my shaft, then kissed it sideways.

“You’ve got no idea how good this is, do you?”

I shook my head again.

She looked up, narrowed her eyes just slightly. “Well, you will.”

Her grip tightened a little. Enough to make me catch my breath.

“You should know exactly what you’re carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to teach you.”

She pulled back, sat up straighter. Fingers still wrapped around me. Eyes on mine.

“This,” she lifted it slightly, like she was showing me off to myself, “This is not something to be embarrassed about, Alex. This is the kind of cock that changes people. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn’t when they’re with their husbands. Makes them want to come back.”

My chest was tight. I had butterflies.

“You’re going to need to get comfortable with it. That body. That dick. You need to know what you’re doing when it’s time to really use it.”

She gave one last stroke, then let me go. It bobbed once. Thick and hard, swollen. I felt air hit the skin where her hands had been, and I already missed them.

Bonnie stood up from the steps and turned.

“You ready?” she asked.

I blinked. “For what?”

She smiled. Pulled her wet hair off her shoulders.

“For the real work.”

She sat on a chaise, thighs open just enough. Her eyes dipped again. My cock was still hard. Still wet, now with her spit.

“Come here,” she said.

I stepped forward, heart pounding, cock leading.

She reached out again, familiar now, and gave me one more stroke. Gentle.

“I’m going to teach you what to do with all this,” she said, softer now. “And when I’m done, you’re going to walk out of here with more than just lawn money.”

She leaned back on the chaise, legs still damp, cool thighs spreading slowly.

Then she looked at me again, my cock still hard, swinging slightly as I stepped forward.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s see what you can do.”

I climbed over her. Hands shaking a little. She guided me with one palm to my chest, pushing gently until I was over her, knees sinking into the cushion between her legs. Her other hand wrapped around me again, and she angled me down towards her...

“Right there,” she whispered.

I felt the heat of her as her scent rose. She was really wet, and it wasn't pool water.

She lined me up and held still.

“Go slow.”

I just kind of pushed forward. The head slipped inside and she sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I kept going. Inch by inch, her pussy felt like it was pulling me in, tight and warmer than I expected.

“Oh my God, Alex…” Her hands gripped my arms. “That’s it. That’s it.”

I started moving. Not fast, really.

She gasped, mouth open, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

“You feel that?” she said, voice breathy. “That stretch? The way you’re filling me? That’s what the girls are scared of. And that’s what I’ve been missing!”

Her hips tilted under me, and I sank deeper. She let out a sound. A half moan, half laugh.

“Oh fuck, yes! keep going. Don’t stop.”

Her legs wrapped around me. She pulled me in harder.

“You’re doing so fucking good, baby. God! God, I feel every inch of you. Every fucking vein!”

Her hands were in my hair now. Her voice wasn’t quiet anymore.

“You don’t know what this is doing to me,” she said, right against my ear. “You don’t know what you’ve got!”

I pushed harder. She arched, breath catching.

“Just like that. Yes! Just like that, Alex. Fuck me!”

I kept the rhythm. Her body met me now, hips snapping up to meet each thrust. She wasn’t letting me fuck her. She was somehow fucking me.

“That’s it! That’s fucking it!”

She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me down into her mouth, I could feel her teeth, and she bit my lip as I pushed deep.

“Ohh, God, I can’t! You’re gonna fuck all the air out of me.”

She was loud now. Really loud. Neighbors could probably hear but she didn’t seem to care.

“You feel that?” she gasped. “That’s me. I'm, cumming already. And you haven’t even figured out what you're doing yet.”

Her nails dug into my back. Her whole body tensed under me, then broke open all at once.

“Fuck, Alex! Yes! Yes!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. She was still gripping me, still pulling me deeper, still hungry.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” she gasped, still riding it out. “That dick… fuck! It’s like you’re built for this. Made for me.”

She laughed, breathless and shaking.

“I get it now,” she whispered, voice gone ragged. “I fucking get it.”

And then she pulled me in and kissed me again like she was starving.

Bonnie was moaning openly now, almost barking. I thought dogs might hear her.

“Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Fuck yes! Right there!”

I was driving into her hard now. Her boobs bounced with every thrust, big and heavy, her nipples hard and purple. She didn’t try to stop them, just let them slap against her chin as I slammed into her.

“You see that?” she gasped. “You see how my tits move when you fuck me? I love how my tits bounce when you’re fucking me!”

She grabbed her own breast, squeezing it tight, rolling her nipple between two fingers.

“My pussy’s losing its mind, Alex. Do you feel it grabbing at you?”

And I was. Every time I pulled back, I felt her trying to keep me inside.

She clenched hard, on purpose, and I nearly buckled.

“Oh fuck! Feel that*?* That’s me about to cum again. That’s what you’re doing to me!”

The chaise creaked underneath us. Her feet dug into the cushion, heels flexing with every thrust.

“I swear to God, baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Then her voice changed… no longer just for us. She wanted the neighbors to hear.

“*Mmm… fuck me, baby. You’re fucking my pussy so deep! I feel it in my stomach.”

Somewhere near the back of the yard, a branch cracked. She smiled.

Bonnie’s eyes rolled back. She was panting now. Our thighs slapping together. Her hands gripped the sides of the lounger so she wouldn’t get pushed off.

“I don’t care if the neighbors hear. Let them. Let them know what a real cock sounds like inside a real fucking woman. All these fucking absent husbands leaving their wives home alone. Fuuuck!”

I kept going.

Her mouth grinned, eyes glassy, body flushed, voice still high.

“You’re stuffing me so full, Alex… You’re gonna make me leak onto this damn chair!”

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence.

Bonnie didn’t even blink.

She threw her head back and shouted, loud enough for the whole street:

“YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE, STAY RIGHT FUCKING THERE!”

Somewhere in the greenery next to us, a shape moved.

A pair of glasses.

Dark hair.

Her neighbor crouched low behind the fence, knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching us. One hand between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

Bonnie knew. Her smile twitched at the corners.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down close, so only I could hear:

“She’s watching.”

She clenched her pussy again, so tight.

“Let her.”

Then louder, back up for the neighborhood:

“You feel that, baby? You feel my tits bouncing while your cock’s destroying my pussy?”

She reached up and lifted one breast up by her nipple, letting it jiggle and swing.

“Let her see how I take it. Let her hear what a real fuck sounds like.”

We could hear Samantha breathing hard now, one hand moving fast over her shorts, eyes locked on how Bonnie’s body bounced beneath mine. Her fingers were moving faster.

Bonnie wrapped her legs around me tight, heels digging into my back.

“Harder! Give it to me! I want to be loud. I want her to watch me take every inch you’ve got.”

I slammed into her. She screamed again, this one unhinged, beautiful.

“YESSSS! You’re ruining me! I’ll be dripping for the rest of the fucking week!”

Another crack in the bushes. Samantha shifted closer.

Bonnie reached up, grabbed my face with both hands.

“Look at me.”

I did.

“You’re gonna fuck them all, Alex,” she whispered. “But I get to be the one who breaks you in.”

Then louder, for Samantha:

“And I fucked him first!”

Bonnie’s nails dragged down my back as I slammed into her again, her cunt clenching tighter, breath turning wild.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “You feel that? That’s my pussy choking on you. You’re so fucking deep, I can’t even think.”

I felt it, her walls slippery and tight, around me, slick and hot, pulling me in harder every time.

“Fuck yes,” she cried. “Right there! God, you’re gonna wreck me!”

Her tits bounced hard now, uncontrolled, like water. She reached up, grabbing one, squeezing it tight while I fucked her through another climax.

“Ohh, fuck! It’s running down my ass! I’m leaking all over this chair. You’re gonna make me pass the fuck out!”

I was getting close. Too close. My body was tight, pulsing, every muscle screaming toward it.

Bonnie felt it. She looked up, eyes wide, face flushed, voice wrecked.

“Oh! oh no…,” she said, laughing breathlessly. “You’re gonna blow, aren’t you? *I can feel it. I can feel it building…!”

I pulled out. Just in time.

She yanked my cock up toward her chest, just as I exploded.

The first rope hit her neck, thick and hot, and she gasped, surprised. Thrilled!

“Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!”

Another shot streaked across her tits. Then her stomach. Then her face. Her mouth opened, tongue out, panting as I emptied everything I had across her.

“Jesus Christ, Alex!”

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. She milked me with both hands, catching the last spurts over her breasts, stroking me through it.

By the end, she was a complete mess. Good thing she had a pool!

Hair clung to her cheeks. Come dripping from her nipples, pooling under her breasts. More sliding down her belly, tangled in the black hair between her thighs.

She looked down at herself and laughed.

“Oh my God.” She rubbed a palm up her chest, smearing the slick mess across her tits. “That was not a little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man’s cum!”

And from the bushes, one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

Bonnie turned her head slightly. Not in the least bashful.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” she called, loud enough to carry. “You’re next.”

A rustle. A breath. Then silence.

I looked down at Bonnie, still breathing hard, still soaked.

She smiled up at me. Eyes half-lidded, voice a little horse.

“Well,” she whispered, grinning, eyes on mine, “you’re definitely hired.”

I saw Alex's bike through the front window before he even reached the porch. The flier was still in my hand, crumpled from how many times I'd read it. Yard work. House help. Saving for college.

I opened the door before he knocked, a little surprised at my energy level. This was the most interesting thing to happen at my house in... months. Years, if felt like.

"Hi. You must be Alex."

He was taller than I expected, though I don't know what I was expecting really. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, but in a way that seemed like he didn't realize he'd outgrown it

I'd seen his flier taped to a telephone pole three days ago and I'd called him right away.

The yard had become a mess. My mess. Somehow Jim (That's my husband. Or what was once. I don't know.) always managed to make a comment about it between business trips, but alway with a "You should really do something about that. You're letting this place go to Hell" kind of tone. Fuck him.

Just having this man in the house, Alex, someone who actually moved and breathed was. I don't know... like a brand new day.

"I'm Mrs. Harper," I said, then caught myself. "Bonnie."

I felt my eyes pull me down his body before I could control them. He shuffled his feet. Poor kid was clearly nervous. Was I?

"Thanks for coming on short notice. My back's been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?"

He nodded, eager. "Absolutely! Happy to help."

"Well, aren't you... eager." I stepped back, trying to give him space to squeeze by, but his belly brushed across my boobs anyway (that's hard not to do). I looked up at him and he was blushing already, trying not to stare at my cleavage. "Come through. Let's look at the garden."

The house was different with him here. I noticed the mail on the table for the first time in days. My car keys that had been there all weekend. I led him through the kitchen, finding myself staring at the back of his jeans, or his zipper, whenever he wasn't looking.

The yard was a disaster. I'd started to let it go half on purpose. Fuck Jim. The vines choking the fence. The hedges. The grass. Every one little thing compounding the last.

I waved at the mess. "You can see things are a bit... well. Of a mess. I'm not even sure where to ask you to start." God, I was nervous!

He looked around, taking it all in. "I think we'll start with the lawn. Then the fence, and the shed."

He knew exactly what to do, and I felt it immediately, somewhere low in my stomach. I smiled. "Well then! That's nice to hear you have a plan!"

I went back inside and watched him through the kitchen window. His shirt came off almost immediately, sweat running down his back in the mid-day sun. Down his back and right to the little cleft at the top of his jeans. My god... jeans in this heat?

I felt a funny void beneath my belly, like a puppy rolling onto its back begging for scratches. I hadn't felt that in a... long time, that pulling. That ache between my thighs seemed to mean my body might still remembered what it was capable of.

I came back out with a mason jar of water because I couldn't stand being that far from him anymore and leaned on the porch railing. I had forgotten that my tee shirt would show so much cleavage... but when I realized I didn't move.

"Years ago, my husband would've taken care of all this," I said. The words came out before I could stop them. More honest than I intended. "He used to handle everything. Now it's just business trips and TV. I don't even know the last time I opened the back door."

In more ways than one.

Alex wiped his hands on his jeans. I watched his hands. Big hands.

"But I bet you don't know much about that kind of quiet," I added. "I bet girls are all over you at college, aren't they?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... They seem to laugh a lot."

That stopped me. Laugh? What the hell did that mean? I blinked. Confused.

"Well... no laughing here. You'll have to get used to being appreciated. You're working hard!" I said it but what were they laughing at? Why would they laugh?

I brought him cold tea later. The yard looked incredible, like it had never been a problem. I spun around, taking it all in. "Wow! This is great! You wouldn't have time to clean up the pool too, would you?"

"Absolutely! Whatever you've got."

My, what an eager little beaver!

I sat under the umbrella not really caring I wasn't working. Somehow I don't think he'd notice, and it felt like I was doing something important. I think I was remembering what longing was. It started to grow much more obvious, and I was getting a little nervous about what exactly I wanted.

"You sure work fast!" I called out. "Impressive."

He didn't know what to say. Shy. Oh, that's cute!

"You make it look so easy."

"Oh... I guess it is." He murmured it, barely audible.

I laughed quietly. "Hmm... for you I suppose so."

He was dripping sweat in those heavy jeans. A big mistake for a day like this. From the way they were riding it didn't look like he was wearing any underwear, either.

"You've earned a swim, at least." I called from under the umbrella.

"Thanks, but I don't have shorts." He sounded disapointed.

Didn't have shor...?

"It's just us," I felt like I blurted it out. "And I've seen a man before, Alex."

Nice line, Mrs. Robinson... Oh, my God!

He hesitated, but fianlly turned away and let his jeans fall. I saw his full strong back, his beautiful lean ass, and the adorable way he was trying to hide himself. But there was no hiding that... I'd seen enough to understand.

The water was cold. I could see the goose bumps run up his arms. Then he went under and came up dripping. My eyes were glued to him like a stalking pervert.

"Better?" I asked, mouth dry.

"Oh, wow, yeah!" as his hands went up to brush his hair back.

I stood without having made a decision. "I think I'll join you."

I'm doing what, now?

My shirt came right off over my head. No bra, and I let him see my big soft boobs swing before me. He stood frozen as I stepped out of my shorts. Walked into the water like I did this every day.

I walked straight up to him in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water right in front of him, and saw the blured shape of what was hanging between his legs. This was happening fast, and my eyes, my brain couldn't quite make sense of any of this.

I rose dripping. My nipples entirely awake now. His eyes were wide open and he was practically trembling thinking he should look away.

My own eyes, well they dropped to the water and what I knew was there.

"Well... I think I might understand now." Where had this voice come from, all soft and sultry? "This is what the silly college girls laugh about?"

"Now now," I said, reaching beneath the water, "let's see exactly what the problem might be."

The water rose to just above his pubic hair, but I lifted him out of above it with both hands because I needed to see. All of him. Jesus Christ. It practically took both hands to hold him out of the water, and he was only half hard and was fattening as I watched. Watched the the shaft harden. Watched the head swell. Watched the veins start to stand out down the shaft. I felt him pulse against my palms and my pussy clenched in response.

"Oh, Alex. I see. But trust me..."

I stroked once from the head all the way down the shaft, pulling the skin tight so he throbbed. Water beaded on the head and I watched glimmer in the sun. He inhaled and his glorious fucking erection swelled in my hands.

"They're just too young to know what they had in front of them."

I drifted back through the water leading him to the steps, then turned and stepped up letting him see my ass, which was big and soft but I knew it was still enough to make him stare. I sat on the top step with my hair stuck to my cheeks and my breasts resting heavily on my thighs.

"Come here." I actually beckoned.

He stepped forward, water dripping from him, and his cock swung with each step. I couldn't look away. And I definitely wasn't laughing. It's hard to laugh when you're starving for something.

I reached for him again, wrapping my hand around wet skin, hot compared to the water. My grip tightened and I was surprised it wasn't slippery.

This was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, even in pictures. My fingers didn't do it justice. My wrist either. Just the head, dark and swollen like a plum and already leaking sweet juices, filled my entire world.

I heard myself, "God, you're perfect, Alex."

And I was leaning forward kissing the head with an open mouth, tasting chlorine and salt and him. Once and then again, starting to feed. My lips opened wider and my tongue wrapped around the ridge of the tip, feeling the texture of him.

I looked up at him as I eased down further, taking the first few inches into my mouth. My mouth was drooling already and my teeth graze him softly. He moaned and I felt it in my own body, felt it wake something up that had been sleeping for years. My pussy was throbbing now, getting wetter with every second I had him in my mouth.

I came up for air and let a thick string of spit fall from my lips to the down his shaft.

"You see, Alex... I'm not laughing."

I went back down, deeper this time, and grabbed his ass and pull him toward me. I pulled him in, then back, then sank down again, taking him deeper each time. I have no idea how my mouth, my throat was opening this wide. It was impossible.

My head began to bob and I took him deeper with each stroke, feeling him on my tongue, stretching my jaw. Every few strokes I came up to slurp him clean from base to tip, tasting him, remembering what a man tasted like when he actually wanted you.

And then I slid back down, somehow all the way this time, until my lips met the base and I felt his curls tickle my noset. He was so deep I couldn't breathe and I didn't care.

I gurgled once, twice, then pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from my lips, crowning his cock in a bubbly mess.

I gave his cock another long pull from base to tip, feeling how slippery it was now, covered in my spit. I loved the taste of him. I loved that I could still do this, that my mouth still knew how to worship a cock this beautiful.

From the look on his face, it seemed like he didn't know what a gift he had. But I knew exactly what I was holding.

My hand moved again and my thumb smoothed around the head, feeling the way it pulsed under my touch, feeling the slickness of precum mixing with my spit.

I leaned in again and gave him one slow lick from base to tip, tasting every inch. Then I kissed the head softly, almost reverently.

"You've got no idea how good this is, do you?"

He shook his head again.

My grip tightened, just a little, enough to make him catch his breath and his cock jump in my hand.

"You should know exactly what you're carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to show you."

I pulled back and sat up straighter with my fingers still wrapped around his shaft. I looked him in the eyes.

"This," I lifted his cock slightly, showing him off to himself, feeling the weight of it in my hand, " This is the kind of cock that ruins people, Alex. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn't when they're with their husbands."

I saw his face, uncomprehending. Sweet boy. God, this cock!

I stood up from the steps, dripping water, and turned to face the chaise.

He stepped forward with his heart pounding so hard I could see it in his chest.

"Alex," I realized. "Have you done this before?"

His head shook back and forth once. His face went red.

"Oh, baby," I whispered. "I'm going to make this so good for you."

I lay back. I was already so wet I could feel it separate from the pool water, hot and slick between my thighs.

I pulled him over me with his hands shaking a little, his mouth open... God, he was adorable! One hand on his my other hand wrapped pulled his cock between my legs, and positioned him against my cunt.

"Right there," I whispered.

He pushed forward and the head slipped inside.

I sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden. God, this was big. Bigger than anything! What was I thinking? Oh no... This was a stretch that made my toes curl.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don't stop."

And it just kept going, inch by inch, it felt like my pussy was pulling him in, inhaling. I felt every inch stretch me apart.

"Oh my God, Alex..." My hands gripped his arms hard. "That's it."

He started moving, not fast but so deep. Jesus. So deep I could feel him in my stomach.

My hips tilted under him and I let out a sound that was half moan, half laugh. I wouldn't cry. Not now. I would feel every fucking second of this.

My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him harder. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. God! I feel every inch!"

My hands were in his hair now and my voice was getting louder.

He pushed harder and I arched under him, breath catching. My whole body was on fire.

"Just like that. Yes! Fuck me!"

My hips thrust up to meet him. I wasn't letting him fuck me. I was fucking him back.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, bit his lip as he pushed deep.

"Ohh, God! You're gonna fuck all the air out of me."

All shame left me. Let the neighbors hear. Let them all hear.

"Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Right there!"

He was driving into me hard now and my tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't try to stop them. I just let them swing as he slammed into me. He was staring at them like he couldn't believe they were real.

"You see how my tits bounce when you fuck me?" I gasped.

I grabbed my own breast, squeezed it tight. The sensation shot straight down. Made me clench around him.

"My pussy's grabbing at you, do you feel it?"

Every time he pulled back I felt myself trying to keep him inside, clenching and gripping.

I clenched hard on purpose and he nearly buckled.

The chaise creaked underneath us. The whole thing was going to break and I didn't care.

Then my voice changed, no longer just for us. I wanted the neighbors to hear.

"Fuck me, baby. You're fucking my pussy so deep!"

Somewhere near the back of the yard a branch cracked. Neither of us looked but I knew. I'd been loud on purpose.

"I don't care if the neighbors hear. Let them know what a real cock sounds like!"

He kept going, harder and deeper.

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence. I knew who it was. I knew she'd be watching.

I threw my head back and shouted loud enough for the whole street.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!"

Somewhere in the greenery next to us a shape moved. A pair of glasses. Dark hair. Samantha. Crouched low behind the fence with her knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching. One hand already between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

"You feel my tits bouncing while your fucking me? I love how my tits are bouncing!"

I reached up, lifted one breast by my nipple, let it jiggle and swing.

Sam kept frigging herself while I was fucking the goddamn poolboy.

Then, in the flury of this railing it was like everything became clear for a moment

I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close.

"You're gonna fuck us all, Alex," I gasped in his ear. All of us!"

My fingers dug into his neck. My cunt clenched tighter. I was coming. The orgasm rolling through me in waves up and down that glorious shaft. Oh God. Oh God oh God.

He was getting close, too. I could feel him swelling inside me, getting even harder. How was that possible?

He pulled out just in time.

I yanked his cock up toward my chest just as he exploded.

The first rope hit my neck, thick and hot, and I gasped. Surprised and thrilled. This was real. This was happening. This beautiful young man was coming all over me, covering me in proof that I was still worth wanting.

"Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!"

Another shot streaked across my tits, then my stomach, then my face. My mouth opened, tongue out, panting as he emptied everything across me. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be covered. I wanted to feel it dripping down my skin. "Jesus Christ, Alex!"

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. I milked him with both hands, wiping the last spurts over my nipples, stroking him through it. Feeling the cum surge under my fingers.

In the end I was a mess. Hair painted to my cheeks. Cum dripping from my nipples, pooling in the creases of my belly, tangled in the black hair above my pussy.

I looked down at myself and laughed, a real laugh, a free laugh. I looked ridiculous and I looked beautiful. I looked like a woman who had finally gotten what she needed.

"Oh my God." I rubbed a palm up my chest, smearing the slick mess across my tits. "That was no little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man's cum!"

And from the bushes came one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

I turned my head slightly, not in the least bashful. Why would I be? Let her see. Let her see everything.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam," I called, loud enough to carry. "You're next."

A rustle, a breath, then silence.

I looked up at him, still breathing hard, still soaked, still covered in his cum. My body was humming and every nerve was still singing. I felt more alive than I had in years. I felt like myself again, like a version of myself I'd thought was gone.

I smiled with my eyes half-lidded and my voice a little hoarse.

"Well," I whispered, grinning, eyes on his, "you're definitely hired."

(What the neighbor saw of My poolboy's first time...)

I was coming up the side path with basil from the garden when I heard her.

“Fuuuck, Alex! Yes! Just like that!”

I froze and looked toward the fence. Heard it again… wet and sharp slapping. Skin on skin. I stepped closer as quietly as I could. I fell to my knees in the mulch near the rosemary.

Through a slat in the fence I could see everything.Bonnie Harper was fully naked and getting fucked by her pool boy… that college kid with the fliers. Full service, apparently! Bonnie’s body was bouncing beneath him. Tits up. Nipples dark and hard. Her mouth open, gasping.

He was between her legs, hips moving like a rabbit. His back was lean and his ass was tight and slender. And his cock! Fucking Christ!

It slid out of her just enough that I saw it. Long and soaked. Then he pushed back in, and she shouted again.

“That’s it! You feel how you’re stretching me?” Her legs came up, wrapped around his back. “That’s what they’re scared of!”

I was already wet.

My hand went straight under my shorts. No panties. My pussy was shaved smooth this morning in the shower. My fingers slid through my lips easily. I gasped and dropped lower, crouched in the dirt like a fucking pervert.

I didn’t care one bit.

Bonnie was laughing now. One hand on her tit pulling at her nipple. Her boobs looked huge from this angle. Soft and heavy, her areolas wide. And her cunt… Jesus, she was hairy. Wet. The hair was slick and matted and shiny from how hard he was fucking her.

He grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper into her. She let out a moan that made my clit throb. I rubbed faster, my breath short. One finger inside. Then two. Then three.

The way his cock moved in and out of her… it was furiously fast, but seemed like slow motion. Every time she shouted, he slammed in harder. I could feel it between my own legs.

“You feel that? That’s my pussy choking on you!” she gasped.

My whole body jolted. I gripped the fence, rubbed harder. My knees ground in the dirt. Shorts pushed all the way down now. My ass bare.

Bonnie arched, tits bouncing. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and screamed.

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna make me leak all over this chair!”

That did it. I started to cum, trying to be quiet but it was so tight and sharp and overwhelming. My clit swollen under my fingers. I stuffed myself deeper and came so hard I thought I’d lose my wedding ring.

And then he pulled out. 

His cock swollen, thick, angry, started to cum. A lot.

The first rope covered her belly. The next, her throat. Then her tits. She was panting. Grinning. Rubbing it in like lotion. 

And he kept cumming! Her cheek. Her lips.

She opened her mouth. Smiling dumbly.

I felt something break loose in me. A second orgasm. Raw and fast. My fingers never stopped moving. My thighs were shaking as I knelt in the garden. I could feel slick running down the inside of my legs. My clit throbbed all the way through to my asshole. I kept. Fucking. Rubbing.

Bonnie looked toward the fence. Right at me. Her smile widened.

“She’s watching,” she whispered to him. Then louder: “Let her.”

I came again. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t fucking stop. I shoved my fingers back inside. I was soaked. My whole cunt was pulsing and hot and open.

Bonnie wiped a big dollop of cum from her nipples and brought it to her mouth. Still smiling.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” she said. “You’re next.”

I sat in the dirt with my fingers still inside me. Shorts around one ankle. My tank top pushed up over my boobs. My pussy raw and still mouthing for more.

I haven’t stopped thinking about what that cock looked like just before he came. What it must have felt like in her.

What it’s going to feel like in me.

(What the neighbor saw of My poolboy's first time...)

I was coming up the side path with basil from the garden when I heard her.

“Fuuuck, Alex! Yes! Just like that!”

I froze and looked toward the fence. Heard it again… wet and sharp slapping. Skin on skin. I stepped closer as quietly as I could. I fell to my knees in the mulch near the rosemary.

Through a slat in the fence I could see everything.Bonnie Harper was fully naked and getting fucked by her pool boy… that college kid with the fliers. Full service, apparently! Bonnie’s body was bouncing beneath him. Tits up. Nipples dark and hard. Her mouth open, gasping.

He was between her legs, hips moving like a rabbit. His back was lean and his ass was tight and slender. And his cock! Fucking Christ!

It slid out of her just enough that I saw it. Long and soaked. Then he pushed back in, and she shouted again.

“That’s it! You feel how you’re stretching me?” Her legs came up, wrapped around his back. “That’s what they’re scared of!”

I was already wet.

My hand went straight under my shorts. No panties. My pussy was shaved smooth this morning in the shower. My fingers slid through my lips easily. I gasped and dropped lower, crouched in the dirt like a fucking pervert.

I didn’t care one bit.

Bonnie was laughing now. One hand on her tit pulling at her nipple. Her boobs looked huge from this angle. Soft and heavy, her areolas wide. And her cunt… Jesus, she was hairy. Wet. The hair was slick and matted and shiny from how hard he was fucking her.

He grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper into her. She let out a moan that made my clit throb. I rubbed faster, my breath short. One finger inside. Then two. Then three.

The way his cock moved in and out of her… it was furiously fast, but seemed like slow motion. Every time she shouted, he slammed in harder. I could feel it between my own legs.

“You feel that? That’s my pussy choking on you!” she gasped.

My whole body jolted. I gripped the fence, rubbed harder. My knees ground in the dirt. Shorts pushed all the way down now. My ass bare.

Bonnie arched, tits bouncing. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and screamed.

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna make me leak all over this chair!”

That did it. I started to cum, trying to be quiet but it was so tight and sharp and overwhelming. My clit swollen under my fingers. I stuffed myself deeper and came so hard I thought I’d lose my wedding ring.

And then he pulled out. 

His cock swollen, thick, angry, started to cum. A lot.

The first rope covered her belly. The next, her throat. Then her tits. She was panting. Grinning. Rubbing it in like lotion. 

And he kept cumming! Her cheek. Her lips.

She opened her mouth. Smiling dumbly.

I felt something break loose in me. A second orgasm. Raw and fast. My fingers never stopped moving. My thighs were shaking as I knelt in the garden. I could feel slick running down the inside of my legs. My clit throbbed all the way through to my asshole. I kept. Fucking. Rubbing.

Bonnie looked toward the fence. Right at me. Her smile widened.

“She’s watching,” she whispered to him. Then louder: “Let her.”

I came again. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t fucking stop. I shoved my fingers back inside. I was soaked. My whole cunt was pulsing and hot and open.

Bonnie wiped a big dollop of cum from her nipples and brought it to her mouth. Still smiling.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” she said. “You’re next.”

I sat in the dirt with my fingers still inside me. Shorts around one ankle. My tank top pushed up over my boobs. My pussy raw and still mouthing for more.

I haven’t stopped thinking about what that cock looked like just before he came. What it must have felt like in her.

What it’s going to feel like in me.

(What the neighbor saw of My poolboy's first time...)

I was coming up the side path with basil from the garden when I heard her.

“Fuuuck, Alex! Yes! Just like that!”

I froze and looked toward the fence. Heard it again… wet and sharp slapping. Skin on skin. I stepped closer as quietly as I could. I fell to my knees in the mulch near the rosemary.

Through a slat in the fence I could see everything.Bonnie Harper was fully naked and getting fucked by her pool boy… that college kid with the fliers. Full service, apparently! Bonnie’s body was bouncing beneath him. Tits up. Nipples dark and hard. Her mouth open, gasping.

He was between her legs, hips moving like a rabbit. His back was lean and his ass was tight and slender. And his cock! Fucking Christ!

It slid out of her just enough that I saw it. Long and soaked. Then he pushed back in, and she shouted again.

“That’s it! You feel how you’re stretching me?” Her legs came up, wrapped around his back. “That’s what they’re scared of!”

I was already wet.

My hand went straight under my shorts. No panties. My pussy was shaved smooth this morning in the shower. My fingers slid through my lips easily. I gasped and dropped lower, crouched in the dirt like a fucking pervert.

I didn’t care one bit.

Bonnie was laughing now. One hand on her tit pulling at her nipple. Her boobs looked huge from this angle. Soft and heavy, her areolas wide. And her cunt… Jesus, she was hairy. Wet. The hair was slick and matted and shiny from how hard he was fucking her.

He grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper into her. She let out a moan that made my clit throb. I rubbed faster, my breath short. One finger inside. Then two. Then three.

The way his cock moved in and out of her… it was furiously fast, but seemed like slow motion. Every time she shouted, he slammed in harder. I could feel it between my own legs.

“You feel that? That’s my pussy choking on you!” she gasped.

My whole body jolted. I gripped the fence, rubbed harder. My knees ground in the dirt. Shorts pushed all the way down now. My ass bare.

Bonnie arched, tits bouncing. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and screamed.

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna make me leak all over this chair!”

That did it. I started to cum, trying to be quiet but it was so tight and sharp and overwhelming. My clit swollen under my fingers. I stuffed myself deeper and came so hard I thought I’d lose my wedding ring.

And then he pulled out. 

His cock swollen, thick, angry, started to cum. A lot.

The first rope covered her belly. The next, her throat. Then her tits. She was panting. Grinning. Rubbing it in like lotion. 

And he kept cumming! Her cheek. Her lips.

She opened her mouth. Smiling dumbly.

I felt something break loose in me. A second orgasm. Raw and fast. My fingers never stopped moving. My thighs were shaking as I knelt in the garden. I could feel slick running down the inside of my legs. My clit throbbed all the way through to my asshole. I kept. Fucking. Rubbing.

Bonnie looked toward the fence. Right at me. Her smile widened.

“She’s watching,” she whispered to him. Then louder: “Let her.”

I came again. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t fucking stop. I shoved my fingers back inside. I was soaked. My whole cunt was pulsing and hot and open.

Bonnie wiped a big dollop of cum from her nipples and brought it to her mouth. Still smiling.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam,” she said. “You’re next.”

I sat in the dirt with my fingers still inside me. Shorts around one ankle. My tank top pushed up over my boobs. My pussy raw and still mouthing for more.

I haven’t stopped thinking about what that cock looked like just before he came. What it must have felt like in her.

What it’s going to feel like in me.

I saw Alex's bike through the front window before he even reached the porch. The flier was still in my hand, crumpled from how many times I'd read it. Yard work. House help. Saving for college.

I opened the door before he knocked, a little surprised at my energy level. This was the most interesting thing to happen at my house in... months. Years, if felt like.

"Hi. You must be Alex."

He was taller than I expected, though I don't know what I was expecting really. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, but in a way that seemed like he didn't realize he'd outgrown it

I'd seen his flier taped to a telephone pole three days ago and I'd called him right away.

The yard had become a mess. My mess. Somehow Jim (That's my husband. Or what was once. I don't know.) always managed to make a comment about it between business trips, but alway with a "You should really do something about that. You're letting this place go to Hell" kind of tone. Fuck him.

Just having this man in the house, Alex, someone who actually moved and breathed was. I don't know... like a brand new day.

"I'm Mrs. Harper," I said, then caught myself. "Bonnie."

I felt my eyes pull me down his body before I could control them. He shuffled his feet. Poor kid was clearly nervous. Was I?

"Thanks for coming on short notice. My back's been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?"

He nodded, eager. "Absolutely! Happy to help."

"Well, aren't you... eager." I stepped back, trying to give him space to squeeze by, but his belly brushed across my boobs anyway (that's hard not to do). I looked up at him and he was blushing already, trying not to stare at my cleavage. "Come through. Let's look at the garden."

The house was different with him here. I noticed the mail on the table for the first time in days. My car keys that had been there all weekend. I led him through the kitchen, finding myself staring at the back of his jeans, or his zipper, whenever he wasn't looking.

The yard was a disaster. I'd started to let it go half on purpose. Fuck Jim. The vines choking the fence. The hedges. The grass. Every one little thing compounding the last.

I waved at the mess. "You can see things are a bit... well. Of a mess. I'm not even sure where to ask you to start." God, I was nervous!

He looked around, taking it all in. "I think we'll start with the lawn. Then the fence, and the shed."

He knew exactly what to do, and I felt it immediately, somewhere low in my stomach. I smiled. "Well then! That's nice to hear you have a plan!"

I went back inside and watched him through the kitchen window. His shirt came off almost immediately, sweat running down his back in the mid-day sun. Down his back and right to the little cleft at the top of his jeans. My god... jeans in this heat?

I felt a funny void beneath my belly, like a puppy rolling onto its back begging for scratches. I hadn't felt that in a... long time, that pulling. That ache between my thighs seemed to mean my body might still remembered what it was capable of.

I came back out with a mason jar of water because I couldn't stand being that far from him anymore and leaned on the porch railing. I had forgotten that my tee shirt would show so much cleavage... but when I realized I didn't move.

"Years ago, my husband would've taken care of all this," I said. The words came out before I could stop them. More honest than I intended. "He used to handle everything. Now it's just business trips and TV. I don't even know the last time I opened the back door."

In more ways than one.

Alex wiped his hands on his jeans. I watched his hands. Big hands.

"But I bet you don't know much about that kind of quiet," I added. "I bet girls are all over you at college, aren't they?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... They seem to laugh a lot."

That stopped me. Laugh? What the hell did that mean? I blinked. Confused.

"Well... no laughing here. You'll have to get used to being appreciated. You're working hard!" I said it but what were they laughing at? Why would they laugh?

I brought him cold tea later. The yard looked incredible, like it had never been a problem. I spun around, taking it all in. "Wow! This is great! You wouldn't have time to clean up the pool too, would you?"

"Absolutely! Whatever you've got."

My, what an eager little beaver!

I sat under the umbrella not really caring I wasn't working. Somehow I don't think he'd notice, and it felt like I was doing something important. I think I was remembering what longing was. It started to grow much more obvious, and I was getting a little nervous about what exactly I wanted.

"You sure work fast!" I called out. "Impressive."

He didn't know what to say. Shy. Oh, that's cute!

"You make it look so easy."

"Oh... I guess it is." He murmured it, barely audible.

I laughed quietly. "Hmm... for you I suppose so."

He was dripping sweat in those heavy jeans. A big mistake for a day like this. From the way they were riding it didn't look like he was wearing any underwear, either.

"You've earned a swim, at least." I called from under the umbrella.

"Thanks, but I don't have shorts." He sounded disapointed.

Didn't have shor...?

"It's just us," I felt like I blurted it out. "And I've seen a man before, Alex."

Nice line, Mrs. Robinson... Oh, my God!

He hesitated, but fianlly turned away and let his jeans fall. I saw his full strong back, his beautiful lean ass, and the adorable way he was trying to hide himself. But there was no hiding that... I'd seen enough to understand.

The water was cold. I could see the goose bumps run up his arms. Then he went under and came up dripping. My eyes were glued to him like a stalking pervert.

"Better?" I asked, mouth dry.

"Oh, wow, yeah!" as his hands went up to brush his hair back.

I stood without having made a decision. "I think I'll join you."

I'm doing what, now?

My shirt came right off over my head. No bra, and I let him see my big soft boobs swing before me. He stood frozen as I stepped out of my shorts. Walked into the water like I did this every day.

I walked straight up to him in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water right in front of him, and saw the blured shape of what was hanging between his legs. This was happening fast, and my eyes, my brain couldn't quite make sense of any of this.

I rose dripping. My nipples entirely awake now. His eyes were wide open and he was practically trembling thinking he should look away.

My own eyes, well they dropped to the water and what I knew was there.

"Well... I think I might understand now." Where had this voice come from, all soft and sultry? "This is what the silly college girls laugh about?"

"Now now," I said, reaching beneath the water, "let's see exactly what the problem might be."

The water rose to just above his pubic hair, but I lifted him out of above it with both hands because I needed to see. All of him. Jesus Christ. It practically took both hands to hold him out of the water, and he was only half hard and was fattening as I watched. Watched the the shaft harden. Watched the head swell. Watched the veins start to stand out down the shaft. I felt him pulse against my palms and my pussy clenched in response.

"Oh, Alex. I see. But trust me..."

I stroked once from the head all the way down the shaft, pulling the skin tight so he throbbed. Water beaded on the head and I watched glimmer in the sun. He inhaled and his glorious fucking erection swelled in my hands.

"They're just too young to know what they had in front of them."

I drifted back through the water leading him to the steps, then turned and stepped up letting him see my ass, which was big and soft but I knew it was still enough to make him stare. I sat on the top step with my hair stuck to my cheeks and my breasts resting heavily on my thighs.

"Come here." I actually beckoned.

He stepped forward, water dripping from him, and his cock swung with each step. I couldn't look away. And I definitely wasn't laughing. It's hard to laugh when you're starving for something.

I reached for him again, wrapping my hand around wet skin, hot compared to the water. My grip tightened and I was surprised it wasn't slippery.

This was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, even in pictures. My fingers didn't do it justice. My wrist either. Just the head, dark and swollen like a plum and already leaking sweet juices, filled my entire world.

I heard myself, "God, you're perfect, Alex."

And I was leaning forward kissing the head with an open mouth, tasting chlorine and salt and him. Once and then again, starting to feed. My lips opened wider and my tongue wrapped around the ridge of the tip, feeling the texture of him.

I looked up at him as I eased down further, taking the first few inches into my mouth. My mouth was drooling already and my teeth graze him softly. He moaned and I felt it in my own body, felt it wake something up that had been sleeping for years. My pussy was throbbing now, getting wetter with every second I had him in my mouth.

I came up for air and let a thick string of spit fall from my lips to the down his shaft.

"You see, Alex... I'm not laughing."

I went back down, deeper this time, and grabbed his ass and pull him toward me. I pulled him in, then back, then sank down again, taking him deeper each time. I have no idea how my mouth, my throat was opening this wide. It was impossible.

My head began to bob and I took him deeper with each stroke, feeling him on my tongue, stretching my jaw. Every few strokes I came up to slurp him clean from base to tip, tasting him, remembering what a man tasted like when he actually wanted you.

And then I slid back down, somehow all the way this time, until my lips met the base and I felt his curls tickle my noset. He was so deep I couldn't breathe and I didn't care.

I gurgled once, twice, then pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from my lips, crowning his cock in a bubbly mess.

I gave his cock another long pull from base to tip, feeling how slippery it was now, covered in my spit. I loved the taste of him. I loved that I could still do this, that my mouth still knew how to worship a cock this beautiful.

From the look on his face, it seemed like he didn't know what a gift he had. But I knew exactly what I was holding.

My hand moved again and my thumb smoothed around the head, feeling the way it pulsed under my touch, feeling the slickness of precum mixing with my spit.

I leaned in again and gave him one slow lick from base to tip, tasting every inch. Then I kissed the head softly, almost reverently.

"You've got no idea how good this is, do you?"

He shook his head again.

My grip tightened, just a little, enough to make him catch his breath and his cock jump in my hand.

"You should know exactly what you're carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to show you."

I pulled back and sat up straighter with my fingers still wrapped around his shaft. I looked him in the eyes.

"This," I lifted his cock slightly, showing him off to himself, feeling the weight of it in my hand, " This is the kind of cock that ruins people, Alex. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn't when they're with their husbands."

I saw his face, uncomprehending. Sweet boy. God, this cock!

I stood up from the steps, dripping water, and turned to face the chaise.

He stepped forward with his heart pounding so hard I could see it in his chest.

"Alex," I realized. "Have you done this before?"

His head shook back and forth once. His face went red.

"Oh, baby," I whispered. "I'm going to make this so good for you."

I lay back. I was already so wet I could feel it separate from the pool water, hot and slick between my thighs.

I pulled him over me with his hands shaking a little, his mouth open... God, he was adorable! One hand on his my other hand wrapped pulled his cock between my legs, and positioned him against my cunt.

"Right there," I whispered.

He pushed forward and the head slipped inside.

I sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden. God, this was big. Bigger than anything! What was I thinking? Oh no... This was a stretch that made my toes curl.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don't stop."

And it just kept going, inch by inch, it felt like my pussy was pulling him in, inhaling. I felt every inch stretch me apart.

"Oh my God, Alex..." My hands gripped his arms hard. "That's it."

He started moving, not fast but so deep. Jesus. So deep I could feel him in my stomach.

My hips tilted under him and I let out a sound that was half moan, half laugh. I wouldn't cry. Not now. I would feel every fucking second of this.

My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him harder. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. God! I feel every inch!"

My hands were in his hair now and my voice was getting louder.

He pushed harder and I arched under him, breath catching. My whole body was on fire.

"Just like that. Yes! Fuck me!"

My hips thrust up to meet him. I wasn't letting him fuck me. I was fucking him back.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, bit his lip as he pushed deep.

"Ohh, God! You're gonna fuck all the air out of me."

All shame left me. Let the neighbors hear. Let them all hear.

"Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Right there!"

He was driving into me hard now and my tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't try to stop them. I just let them swing as he slammed into me. He was staring at them like he couldn't believe they were real.

"You see how my tits bounce when you fuck me?" I gasped.

I grabbed my own breast, squeezed it tight. The sensation shot straight down. Made me clench around him.

"My pussy's grabbing at you, do you feel it?"

Every time he pulled back I felt myself trying to keep him inside, clenching and gripping.

I clenched hard on purpose and he nearly buckled.

The chaise creaked underneath us. The whole thing was going to break and I didn't care.

Then my voice changed, no longer just for us. I wanted the neighbors to hear.

"Fuck me, baby. You're fucking my pussy so deep!"

Somewhere near the back of the yard a branch cracked. Neither of us looked but I knew. I'd been loud on purpose.

"I don't care if the neighbors hear. Let them know what a real cock sounds like!"

He kept going, harder and deeper.

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence. I knew who it was. I knew she'd be watching.

I threw my head back and shouted loud enough for the whole street.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!"

Somewhere in the greenery next to us a shape moved. A pair of glasses. Dark hair. Samantha. Crouched low behind the fence with her knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching. One hand already between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

"You feel my tits bouncing while your fucking me? I love how my tits are bouncing!"

I reached up, lifted one breast by my nipple, let it jiggle and swing.

Sam kept frigging herself while I was fucking the goddamn poolboy.

Then, in the flury of this railing it was like everything became clear for a moment

I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close.

"You're gonna fuck us all, Alex," I gasped in his ear. All of us!"

My fingers dug into his neck. My cunt clenched tighter. I was coming. The orgasm rolling through me in waves up and down that glorious shaft. Oh God. Oh God oh God.

He was getting close, too. I could feel him swelling inside me, getting even harder. How was that possible?

He pulled out just in time.

I yanked his cock up toward my chest just as he exploded.

The first rope hit my neck, thick and hot, and I gasped. Surprised and thrilled. This was real. This was happening. This beautiful young man was coming all over me, covering me in proof that I was still worth wanting.

"Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!"

Another shot streaked across my tits, then my stomach, then my face. My mouth opened, tongue out, panting as he emptied everything across me. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be covered. I wanted to feel it dripping down my skin. "Jesus Christ, Alex!"

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. I milked him with both hands, wiping the last spurts over my nipples, stroking him through it. Feeling the cum surge under my fingers.

In the end I was a mess. Hair painted to my cheeks. Cum dripping from my nipples, pooling in the creases of my belly, tangled in the black hair above my pussy.

I looked down at myself and laughed, a real laugh, a free laugh. I looked ridiculous and I looked beautiful. I looked like a woman who had finally gotten what she needed.

"Oh my God." I rubbed a palm up my chest, smearing the slick mess across my tits. "That was no little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man's cum!"

And from the bushes came one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

I turned my head slightly, not in the least bashful. Why would I be? Let her see. Let her see everything.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam," I called, loud enough to carry. "You're next."

A rustle, a breath, then silence.

I looked up at him, still breathing hard, still soaked, still covered in his cum. My body was humming and every nerve was still singing. I felt more alive than I had in years. I felt like myself again, like a version of myself I'd thought was gone.

I smiled with my eyes half-lidded and my voice a little hoarse.

"Well," I whispered, grinning, eyes on his, "you're definitely hired."

I saw Alex's bike through the front window before he even reached the porch. The flier was still in my hand, crumpled from how many times I'd read it. Yard work. House help. Saving for college.

I opened the door before he knocked, a little surprised at my energy level. This was the most interesting thing to happen at my house in... months. Years, if felt like.

"Hi. You must be Alex."

He was taller than I expected, though I don't know what I was expecting really. His t-shirt was tight across his chest, but in a way that seemed like he didn't realize he'd outgrown it

I'd seen his flier taped to a telephone pole three days ago and I'd called him right away.

The yard had become a mess. My mess. Somehow Jim (That's my husband. Or what was once. I don't know.) always managed to make a comment about it between business trips, but alway with a "You should really do something about that. You're letting this place go to Hell" kind of tone. Fuck him.

Just having this man in the house, Alex, someone who actually moved and breathed was. I don't know... like a brand new day.

"I'm Mrs. Harper," I said, then caught myself. "Bonnie."

I felt my eyes pull me down his body before I could control them. He shuffled his feet. Poor kid was clearly nervous. Was I?

"Thanks for coming on short notice. My back's been killing me. Think you can handle a little lifting?"

He nodded, eager. "Absolutely! Happy to help."

"Well, aren't you... eager." I stepped back, trying to give him space to squeeze by, but his belly brushed across my boobs anyway (that's hard not to do). I looked up at him and he was blushing already, trying not to stare at my cleavage. "Come through. Let's look at the garden."

The house was different with him here. I noticed the mail on the table for the first time in days. My car keys that had been there all weekend. I led him through the kitchen, finding myself staring at the back of his jeans, or his zipper, whenever he wasn't looking.

The yard was a disaster. I'd started to let it go half on purpose. Fuck Jim. The vines choking the fence. The hedges. The grass. Every one little thing compounding the last.

I waved at the mess. "You can see things are a bit... well. Of a mess. I'm not even sure where to ask you to start." God, I was nervous!

He looked around, taking it all in. "I think we'll start with the lawn. Then the fence, and the shed."

He knew exactly what to do, and I felt it immediately, somewhere low in my stomach. I smiled. "Well then! That's nice to hear you have a plan!"

I went back inside and watched him through the kitchen window. His shirt came off almost immediately, sweat running down his back in the mid-day sun. Down his back and right to the little cleft at the top of his jeans. My god... jeans in this heat?

I felt a funny void beneath my belly, like a puppy rolling onto its back begging for scratches. I hadn't felt that in a... long time, that pulling. That ache between my thighs seemed to mean my body might still remembered what it was capable of.

I came back out with a mason jar of water because I couldn't stand being that far from him anymore and leaned on the porch railing. I had forgotten that my tee shirt would show so much cleavage... but when I realized I didn't move.

"Years ago, my husband would've taken care of all this," I said. The words came out before I could stop them. More honest than I intended. "He used to handle everything. Now it's just business trips and TV. I don't even know the last time I opened the back door."

In more ways than one.

Alex wiped his hands on his jeans. I watched his hands. Big hands.

"But I bet you don't know much about that kind of quiet," I added. "I bet girls are all over you at college, aren't they?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... They seem to laugh a lot."

That stopped me. Laugh? What the hell did that mean? I blinked. Confused.

"Well... no laughing here. You'll have to get used to being appreciated. You're working hard!" I said it but what were they laughing at? Why would they laugh?

I brought him cold tea later. The yard looked incredible, like it had never been a problem. I spun around, taking it all in. "Wow! This is great! You wouldn't have time to clean up the pool too, would you?"

"Absolutely! Whatever you've got."

My, what an eager little beaver!

I sat under the umbrella not really caring I wasn't working. Somehow I don't think he'd notice, and it felt like I was doing something important. I think I was remembering what longing was. It started to grow much more obvious, and I was getting a little nervous about what exactly I wanted.

"You sure work fast!" I called out. "Impressive."

He didn't know what to say. Shy. Oh, that's cute!

"You make it look so easy."

"Oh... I guess it is." He murmured it, barely audible.

I laughed quietly. "Hmm... for you I suppose so."

He was dripping sweat in those heavy jeans. A big mistake for a day like this. From the way they were riding it didn't look like he was wearing any underwear, either.

"You've earned a swim, at least." I called from under the umbrella.

"Thanks, but I don't have shorts." He sounded disapointed.

Didn't have shor...?

"It's just us," I felt like I blurted it out. "And I've seen a man before, Alex."

Nice line, Mrs. Robinson... Oh, my God!

He hesitated, but fianlly turned away and let his jeans fall. I saw his full strong back, his beautiful lean ass, and the adorable way he was trying to hide himself. But there was no hiding that... I'd seen enough to understand.

The water was cold. I could see the goose bumps run up his arms. Then he went under and came up dripping. My eyes were glued to him like a stalking pervert.

"Better?" I asked, mouth dry.

"Oh, wow, yeah!" as his hands went up to brush his hair back.

I stood without having made a decision. "I think I'll join you."

I'm doing what, now?

My shirt came right off over my head. No bra, and I let him see my big soft boobs swing before me. He stood frozen as I stepped out of my shorts. Walked into the water like I did this every day.

I walked straight up to him in the shallow end. Sank beneath the water right in front of him, and saw the blured shape of what was hanging between his legs. This was happening fast, and my eyes, my brain couldn't quite make sense of any of this.

I rose dripping. My nipples entirely awake now. His eyes were wide open and he was practically trembling thinking he should look away.

My own eyes, well they dropped to the water and what I knew was there.

"Well... I think I might understand now." Where had this voice come from, all soft and sultry? "This is what the silly college girls laugh about?"

"Now now," I said, reaching beneath the water, "let's see exactly what the problem might be."

The water rose to just above his pubic hair, but I lifted him out of above it with both hands because I needed to see. All of him. Jesus Christ. It practically took both hands to hold him out of the water, and he was only half hard and was fattening as I watched. Watched the the shaft harden. Watched the head swell. Watched the veins start to stand out down the shaft. I felt him pulse against my palms and my pussy clenched in response.

"Oh, Alex. I see. But trust me..."

I stroked once from the head all the way down the shaft, pulling the skin tight so he throbbed. Water beaded on the head and I watched glimmer in the sun. He inhaled and his glorious fucking erection swelled in my hands.

"They're just too young to know what they had in front of them."

I drifted back through the water leading him to the steps, then turned and stepped up letting him see my ass, which was big and soft but I knew it was still enough to make him stare. I sat on the top step with my hair stuck to my cheeks and my breasts resting heavily on my thighs.

"Come here." I actually beckoned.

He stepped forward, water dripping from him, and his cock swung with each step. I couldn't look away. And I definitely wasn't laughing. It's hard to laugh when you're starving for something.

I reached for him again, wrapping my hand around wet skin, hot compared to the water. My grip tightened and I was surprised it wasn't slippery.

This was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, even in pictures. My fingers didn't do it justice. My wrist either. Just the head, dark and swollen like a plum and already leaking sweet juices, filled my entire world.

I heard myself, "God, you're perfect, Alex."

And I was leaning forward kissing the head with an open mouth, tasting chlorine and salt and him. Once and then again, starting to feed. My lips opened wider and my tongue wrapped around the ridge of the tip, feeling the texture of him.

I looked up at him as I eased down further, taking the first few inches into my mouth. My mouth was drooling already and my teeth graze him softly. He moaned and I felt it in my own body, felt it wake something up that had been sleeping for years. My pussy was throbbing now, getting wetter with every second I had him in my mouth.

I came up for air and let a thick string of spit fall from my lips to the down his shaft.

"You see, Alex... I'm not laughing."

I went back down, deeper this time, and grabbed his ass and pull him toward me. I pulled him in, then back, then sank down again, taking him deeper each time. I have no idea how my mouth, my throat was opening this wide. It was impossible.

My head began to bob and I took him deeper with each stroke, feeling him on my tongue, stretching my jaw. Every few strokes I came up to slurp him clean from base to tip, tasting him, remembering what a man tasted like when he actually wanted you.

And then I slid back down, somehow all the way this time, until my lips met the base and I felt his curls tickle my noset. He was so deep I couldn't breathe and I didn't care.

I gurgled once, twice, then pulled off with a gasp, spit trailing from my lips, crowning his cock in a bubbly mess.

I gave his cock another long pull from base to tip, feeling how slippery it was now, covered in my spit. I loved the taste of him. I loved that I could still do this, that my mouth still knew how to worship a cock this beautiful.

From the look on his face, it seemed like he didn't know what a gift he had. But I knew exactly what I was holding.

My hand moved again and my thumb smoothed around the head, feeling the way it pulsed under my touch, feeling the slickness of precum mixing with my spit.

I leaned in again and gave him one slow lick from base to tip, tasting every inch. Then I kissed the head softly, almost reverently.

"You've got no idea how good this is, do you?"

He shook his head again.

My grip tightened, just a little, enough to make him catch his breath and his cock jump in my hand.

"You should know exactly what you're carrying around in your pants, Alex. And let me be the first to show you."

I pulled back and sat up straighter with my fingers still wrapped around his shaft. I looked him in the eyes.

"This," I lifted his cock slightly, showing him off to himself, feeling the weight of it in my hand, " This is the kind of cock that ruins people, Alex. Makes women start thinking things they shouldn't when they're with their husbands."

I saw his face, uncomprehending. Sweet boy. God, this cock!

I stood up from the steps, dripping water, and turned to face the chaise.

He stepped forward with his heart pounding so hard I could see it in his chest.

"Alex," I realized. "Have you done this before?"

His head shook back and forth once. His face went red.

"Oh, baby," I whispered. "I'm going to make this so good for you."

I lay back. I was already so wet I could feel it separate from the pool water, hot and slick between my thighs.

I pulled him over me with his hands shaking a little, his mouth open... God, he was adorable! One hand on his my other hand wrapped pulled his cock between my legs, and positioned him against my cunt.

"Right there," I whispered.

He pushed forward and the head slipped inside.

I sucked in a breath, sharp and sudden. God, this was big. Bigger than anything! What was I thinking? Oh no... This was a stretch that made my toes curl.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that. Don't stop."

And it just kept going, inch by inch, it felt like my pussy was pulling him in, inhaling. I felt every inch stretch me apart.

"Oh my God, Alex..." My hands gripped his arms hard. "That's it."

He started moving, not fast but so deep. Jesus. So deep I could feel him in my stomach.

My hips tilted under him and I let out a sound that was half moan, half laugh. I wouldn't cry. Not now. I would feel every fucking second of this.

My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him harder. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. God! I feel every inch!"

My hands were in his hair now and my voice was getting louder.

He pushed harder and I arched under him, breath catching. My whole body was on fire.

"Just like that. Yes! Fuck me!"

My hips thrust up to meet him. I wasn't letting him fuck me. I was fucking him back.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, bit his lip as he pushed deep.

"Ohh, God! You're gonna fuck all the air out of me."

All shame left me. Let the neighbors hear. Let them all hear.

"Ohh my GOD, Alex! Yes! Right there!"

He was driving into me hard now and my tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't try to stop them. I just let them swing as he slammed into me. He was staring at them like he couldn't believe they were real.

"You see how my tits bounce when you fuck me?" I gasped.

I grabbed my own breast, squeezed it tight. The sensation shot straight down. Made me clench around him.

"My pussy's grabbing at you, do you feel it?"

Every time he pulled back I felt myself trying to keep him inside, clenching and gripping.

I clenched hard on purpose and he nearly buckled.

The chaise creaked underneath us. The whole thing was going to break and I didn't care.

Then my voice changed, no longer just for us. I wanted the neighbors to hear.

"Fuck me, baby. You're fucking my pussy so deep!"

Somewhere near the back of the yard a branch cracked. Neither of us looked but I knew. I'd been loud on purpose.

"I don't care if the neighbors hear. Let them know what a real cock sounds like!"

He kept going, harder and deeper.

More rustling in the bushes behind the fence. I knew who it was. I knew she'd be watching.

I threw my head back and shouted loud enough for the whole street.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES, RIGHT THERE!"

Somewhere in the greenery next to us a shape moved. A pair of glasses. Dark hair. Samantha. Crouched low behind the fence with her knees in the mulch, mouth parted. Watching. One hand already between her legs. The other pressed against the wood slats for balance.

"You feel my tits bouncing while your fucking me? I love how my tits are bouncing!"

I reached up, lifted one breast by my nipple, let it jiggle and swing.

Sam kept frigging herself while I was fucking the goddamn poolboy.

Then, in the flury of this railing it was like everything became clear for a moment

I reached up, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close.

"You're gonna fuck us all, Alex," I gasped in his ear. All of us!"

My fingers dug into his neck. My cunt clenched tighter. I was coming. The orgasm rolling through me in waves up and down that glorious shaft. Oh God. Oh God oh God.

He was getting close, too. I could feel him swelling inside me, getting even harder. How was that possible?

He pulled out just in time.

I yanked his cock up toward my chest just as he exploded.

The first rope hit my neck, thick and hot, and I gasped. Surprised and thrilled. This was real. This was happening. This beautiful young man was coming all over me, covering me in proof that I was still worth wanting.

"Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me!"

Another shot streaked across my tits, then my stomach, then my face. My mouth opened, tongue out, panting as he emptied everything across me. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be covered. I wanted to feel it dripping down my skin. "Jesus Christ, Alex!"

It kept coming. I felt it in waves. I milked him with both hands, wiping the last spurts over my nipples, stroking him through it. Feeling the cum surge under my fingers.

In the end I was a mess. Hair painted to my cheeks. Cum dripping from my nipples, pooling in the creases of my belly, tangled in the black hair above my pussy.

I looked down at myself and laughed, a real laugh, a free laugh. I looked ridiculous and I looked beautiful. I looked like a woman who had finally gotten what she needed.

"Oh my God." I rubbed a palm up my chest, smearing the slick mess across my tits. "That was no little boy orgasm, Alex. This is a man's cum!"

And from the bushes came one last sharp gasp.

Samantha.

I turned my head slightly, not in the least bashful. Why would I be? Let her see. Let her see everything.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, Sam," I called, loud enough to carry. "You're next."

A rustle, a breath, then silence.

I looked up at him, still breathing hard, still soaked, still covered in his cum. My body was humming and every nerve was still singing. I felt more alive than I had in years. I felt like myself again, like a version of myself I'd thought was gone.

I smiled with my eyes half-lidded and my voice a little hoarse.

"Well," I whispered, grinning, eyes on his, "you're definitely hired."