Not knowing that her husband was fucking his teenaged secretary with regularity and gusto, Elizabeth was not really serious as she thought about seducing Jimmy Martin.
The idea was pleasing, thrilling, even, and she enjoyed fantasizing about it, in all the juicy, graphic details – what he would say, how he would look, the involuntary moaning and whimpering her caresses would bring forth, and especially, how his sweet, virgin cock would swell and throb and spurt!
But the faithful wife had no intention of acting upon her lascivious musings. The erotic idea had been part of her self-gratification – after all, a woman had, to think about something while she finger-fucked herself, didn't she? – no more than that. But she was still thinking about the handsome teen, less with lust now that she had come, but with dreamy speculation.
She would have been truly thrilled, had she known that young Jimmy was thinking about her, as well.
Jimmy was still a virgin, in fact, although it was a condition which he hated and wanted to rid himself of at the first opportunity. He was desperate with his burgeoning puberty. He jerked off at least twice a day, often more, and he thought about his sexy neighbor, Elizabeth Tremayne, quite often as his fist sped up and down on his swollen cock meat.
He often watched the older woman as she moved in the adjacent yard, and sometimes he could get a glimpse of her – a tantalizing glimpse that brought his prick into his fist without delay – as she passed by the windows of her bedroom or living room, or all the more provocative for being faint, all the more thrilling because it hinted at what he could not see, when she was standing behind the frosted glass of the bathroom window. Was she naked, perhaps? About to stand under the shower or climb into a soapy tub? Oh, how he would have loved to shower her with jism, to coat her with his foamy cum!
Jimmy had felt a couple of girls up, in the movies and in the corridor at school, after a dance. He had squeezed tit, both outside and inside a bra, and once a naughty girl had allowed him to have a feel of her hot pussy. But that was as far as his experience extended. He had never known the joy of having a girl even touch his naked prick, let alone fucking his cock into a cunt or a mouth.
He thought about the girls at school when he jacked off.
But mostly he thought about Elizabeth Tremayne. She was a married woman! She was no doubt getting well fucked every night! Jimmy found that a far more satisfying masturbatory fantasy than thinking about virgin girls who had never so much as touched his fucker.
Today, as he cut the grass, he had seen Elizabeth as she looked out her bedroom window.
Had the youth known what Elizabeth had been thinking, he would have come in his pants, on the spot. Not knowing, he still began to get a throbbing hard-on that was in need of attention. He tried to ignore it, but his cock kept getting bigger and harder and hotter. He guessed he had better jack it off, or else he was liable to cream in his jeans. He put the lawn mower back in the tool, shed.
He was tempted to jack off in the sheet.
But then he had a better idea. Elizabeth was no longer at her bedroom window. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom – naked, of course – and he could get a look at her silhouette on the frosted glass if he sought a vantage point in the bushes that extended along the common pound behind the houses on that street. He liked to jerk off in the open air. It was more refreshing and he could let his jism fly where it would, without having to mop up afterwards, as he did in the house or the shed.
Once, from the bushes, Jimmy had seen Mrs. Tremayne sunbathing in her back yard. Oh, what a glorious sight! She had been rubbing suntan lotion into the flesh of her inner thighs and he had whipped his prick out and shot his wad on the first stroke – and then kept right on jerking away until he came a second time, spraying the sticky cum all over the leaves and branches and fertilizing the grass with the deluge.
Walking bent over, to conceal his hard-on in case anyone happened to be looking, the horny teen went back to the line of thick bushes and neatly spaced trees. He was hidden from sight in the undergrowth and could beat his meat with impunity in the dappled greenery.
He moved along until he had a view of the bathroom window of the Tremayne house. She didn't seem to be in there. He was saddened and disheartened. He vowed to wait for a while, hoping to catch a shadowy outline of her body before he jacked off.
But his cock was raging with need.
He decided he would jack off once and, then wait. If he saw her behind that opaque window, he was damned well certain that he'd feel like beating his cock off again. He knelt down on the grass and opened his fly. His cock rushed out like a steel spring uncoiling, the cock knob glistening and dripping. It was, Jimmy knew, a big cock. He'd compared it to the cocks of the other guys his age, in gym class and in the showers, and his prick was as big as any and bigger than most. It was as long as the prick on the center on the basketball team, even – and that athletic teen was almost seven feet tall. So Jimmy was very satisfied with his big fucker.
If only he had some soft, hot, juicy place in which to empty his desperate and lonely fuck tool! He folded his fist around the hilt and began to stroke his cock up and down in a steady rhythm.
He kept his eyes shied on Elizabeth's bathroom window.
Which was why he did not see Brenda Dimbleby approach…
Brenda – nicknamed Dimples – was very well developed for her age, with small but pert tits, a well-packed and she had a way of walking with her loins sort of tucked in, almost swaybacked. The girl was, like Jimmy, a virgin.
Unlike Jimmy however, she was in no great hurry to get rid of her cherry. She had some vague idea that she might keep it until she was married – although her convictions were not absolutely firm on that. She was popular and had quite a few dates. She allowed guys to feel her tits if they took her out more than twice, although she had only let one guy finger-fuck her and had never jerked a guy off.
Brenda was quite innocent, really, although she was pretty sure that she was going to very much enjoy fucking, once she got started. As far as when that was, well, she would play it by ear – or, more to the point, by cunt – and let fate and circumstance decree. She had an idea that it was proper to start heavy petting and mutual masturbation before she went an to more serious things, like fucking and sucking. She played with her own pussy quite often and enjoyed coming.
Brenda lived in the house on the other side of the Tremaynes' from Jimmy's home and, therefore, shared the same greenery at the back. This morning, her mother had been nagging her to clean her room and she didn't feel like it so she had sneaked out, the back door and walked down to the trees and bushes, intending to hide until her mother forgot about it.
She wasn't feeling horny that morning, nor was she thinking about things of a sexual nature.
Not until she saw Jimmy jacking off.
Then it came over her in a hot flash, a wave of lust that flooded her nubile loins with urgency and need.
Why, that naughty guy! she thought: Oh, what a lovely big prick he has!
She slipped behind a tree and peeked out, wanting very much to observe the act to the conclusion, to see the horny teen squirt his jism all over the bushes.
Jimmy was kneeling, head and shoulders thrust back and belly thrust out. His prick stood out hugely and his fist ran up and down the cock lance rapidly. He was evidently enjoying the sensation, Brenda thought, because he was smiling. She fixed her gaze on the swollen, purple head of his cock, waiting eagerly to see it blossom with jism. Although she'd never watched a guy shoot off, she had a good idea that it was going to be a truly thrilling spectacle.
Brenda was wearing a sun dress.
As she peered around the tree, she suddenly realized that she had cupped her hand over her crotch automatically and was giving her excited pussy a nice squeeze.
Well, why not? What better time was there for a girl to masturbate than while she spied on a guy beating his cock meat?
But she didn't want to cream in her panties or to get cunt juice on her dress. She raised the hem of the flower-patterned sun dress and tugged her bikini panties down around her thighs. The elastic stretched tight, like a hobble, as her legs parted. She cupped her cunt mound again, naked this time, and began to rub and squeeze. Her clit seemed to explode in her hand and she gave a little gasp of pleasure…
And Jimmy heard that gasp!
The teen looked around quickly, giving Brenda no time to duck back out of sight. When he saw her peering around the tree, he turned bright red and trembled with shame.
He looked down, as if to make sure that he had been doing what he thought he had been doing – and blushed even deeper as he saw that, sure enough, his cock was in his hand.
He was still stroking his prick, in fact. Despite his horrible embarrassment at getting caught, he was so used to jacking off that his hand had continued to pump merrily away even after he had spotted Brenda.
Now he forced that hand to stop pumping his cock.
His fist ground to a reluctant halt, like a train grinding to a stop on the tracks. His prick remained hard, a fat tower of prick meat jutting out from his stationary hand.
He was trying to stuff his cock back in his pants.
His cock was too big and rigid to fit. It hurt when he tried to bend it. He grimaced with pain and groaned with mortification.
Then he noticed that Brenda was grinning. At least, she isn't shocked, he thought. She hadn't run off in horror or started screaming.
"Hi, Jimmy," Brenda said, friendly as could be.
Jimmy, flustered, nodded at the girl. He saw that she was staring right at his hard-on and that there was something strangely akin to interest in her eyes. There seemed to be a bit of regret, as well.
It was true. The girl was sorry that she had interrupted Jimmy's jacking off by her involuntary gasp of pleasure. She was disappointed for she had been looking forward to watching him shoot his cum-load. She was normally rather a shy girl, but she felt bold today. After all, it was Jimmy who had been caught abusing himself. Why should she feel embarrassed?
"Don't let me interrupt anything, Jimmy – you can go ahead and finish what you were doing."
He gaped at her in amazement.
"Go ahead," she urged.
"I – well, I can't – with you watching!"
Brenda frowned. She guessed it was a case of the observer affecting the observed, like she'd learned in science class. But she was very disappointed. Then she brightened. Again she reasoned that she had nothing at all, under the circumstances, to be ashamed of.
"It's okay – I was, too," she said.
And she moved out from behind the tree and let the amazed guy see that her skirt was up, her panties down and her hand cupped over her pussy. Jimmy gulped as he gazed at his first naked pussy. His hand gave his prick a pull, automatically.
Brenda moved closer, walking awkwardly with her panties down around, her thighs and her cunt in her hand.
Jimmy couldn't believe it!
Little Dimples Dimbleby, who he'd always thought of as a sort of tomboy, had been rubbing her cunt and watching him jerk off – and wanted to continue! He saw, too, that she was certainly no longer a tomboy. Her plump tits were thrusting out and – he gulped – the hand that was holding her pussy was slippery with cunt juice! The creamy stuff had welled up in her palm and was dripping over the edges of her hand.
Now Jimmy saw that he, like Brenda, had no reason to be embarrassed by a situation that was mutual.
Brenda came over to kneel beside him.
"You can watch me if I can watch you," she said.
Jimmy nodded quickly. She giggled.
"Oh, this is naughty," she said. "So deliciously naughty!"
All the girl's inhibitions had fled now.
She could feel the heat of his prick wafting onto her bare belly, as if it were a flaming torch that he held in his hand. Her cunt, too felt as if it would ignite. She wanted Jimmy to have a real good look at her pussy. She knew that her own caresses would feel a lot nicer, with his eyes adding to the thrill.
Jimmy as not moving, just holding his fucker by the root and staring at the girl.
She tugged her panties all the way down and pulled them from her feet. She sat back, knees raised and legs apart, so that he could look right at her creamy cunt. His gaze seemed to burn into her like a laser. She felt her open cunt slot flood with fuck juice. She thought that she could have an orgasm like that, caressed only by his eyes.
And Jimmy thought her pussy was the most delightful thing that he'd ever seen. Her cunt slit was parted into a wide oval, filled with pussy cream, like a pool in a hairy glen. Her clit was as stiff as a bullet and throbbing.
Brenda pushed her middle finger up her cunt hole. Her cunt sucked on it.
Jimmy whimpered at the sight and the sound of her finger-fucking.
"You, too!" she urged.
The sex-crazed youth gave his prick a slow push-pull, causing the prick knob to flare out on the downstroke. Brenda pushed her finger up. Jimmy stroked his cock. They watched one another in a positive awe.
Do I dare ask? the guy wondered.
He didn't want to frighten her off. He'd rather watch than nothing, but if she were willing.
"Want to jerk me off, Dimples?" he asked. The guy need not have been worried. "What a good idea!" the girl cried enthusiastically.
Encouraged, Jimmy said, "You jerk me off, first, then after I come, I'll finger-fuck you! Okay?"
"Ummm – what fun!"
She was so eager and willing that Jimmy began to wonder if she might be game for more. Why, she might even let him fuck her! She might even given him a blow-job!
But he didn't want to ruin things by pushing her too fast. He figured he would settle for a hand-job, his first time, and see if it might lead to further mutual encounters.
"I've never jerked a guy off before," she said, wide-eyed and eager. "Does that stuff shoot far?"
"Pretty far," he said.
"I don't want to ruin my dress," she said, frowning slightly. Jimmy was terrified that she might change her mind.
"You can point it away from you!"
But Brenda grinned. "No, I've a better idea – I'll take my dress off! That way you can shoot all over my belly and tits, without getting my dress slimy!"
"What a clever girl you are," Jimmy sighed, thankfully.
Brenda unfastened her sun dress and slipped out of t. She took her bra off. Her tits were delightful, Jimmy thought. They looked like succulent fruit just begging to be sucked. She slid closer to him, positioning herself so that his upward-angled cock was aimed right at her pert, stiff-tipped tits. Her face was tilted forwards and down and she kept looking at his cock head, gazing at him over the full slopes of her own bosom. She thought his cock looked like a cannon, ready to fire a volley at her – and she was more than ready to receive fire.
She reached out with her left hand, palm upwards, and cupped his bloated balls, lifting slightly, as if trying to ascertain how heavy a load of spunk they contained.
Jimmy moaned.
She touched the head of his cock with her other hand, running her fingers over the prick tip.
Oh! Cocks feel lovely! she thought. She had tried to imagine what a hard prick might feel like, and she wasn't disappointed. She fingered the cock knob for a few moments, then moved her hand down and enclosed his prick shaft in her fist. She skimmed up and down, lightly, just brushing over his cock at first. Then she tightened her grip and began to pull his cock meat up and down with enthusiasm. She arched her slim back, pushing her tits closer – moving the target towards the gun.
Jimmy began to play with her tits and pull at her stiff nipples as she stroked his cock.
"Ummm – I can't wait for you to shoot," she purred. "I want to feel your cock go off in my hand – and feel all that hot, thick jism splash on my belly and tits, Jimmy."
"It won't be long," he rasped through clenched teeth, as the thrill began to swirl through his belly and balls. His hips moved, humping in and out, fucking his cock through her fist.
Her hand flew up and down impatiently as she urgently tried to milk his cock and balls onto her tits. "Here it comes!" he wailed.
His whole body was vibrating. Brenda felt his balls expand in her cupped left hand, then blow. She felt his prick flare as the cum-load rushed up it. Then the sweet cum was squirting from his cock head as if it were a firehose.
His first heavy geyser of cum landed on her flat stomach and skidded up in foamy sheets, running all around the globes of her tits and seeping into the cleavage between them.
Brenda whimpered with joy and leaned closer, so that his second powerful jet of jism splattered right into her nipples.
His third cum-blast splashed into the hollow of her throat and ran back down to join the previous deluge on her tits.
She kept pumping his prick until she had drained his balls.
"Oh, that was exciting!" she cried happily. "It sure felt good," he agreed. Who would have thought that a hand-job would be so much better, simply because the hand belonged to someone else? He was amazed at how empty his balls were – but he knew, in the potency of his youth, that his balls would soon fill up all over again. By the time he'd finished giving her a hand-job he would be ready to come again, he calculated.
And he hoped that Brenda would be willing and would not cool off because she'd got her own orgasm taken care of.
His prick was bowing, but not going soft all the way. The cock knob, rose and fell in front of his belly like a horizontal pendulum, giving promise of a brand new hard-on.
But first, he had some finger-fucking to attend tot, and he found that prospect intriguing.
He reached between her, legs.
Brenda began to squirm even before he'd touched her pussy. He gave a gasp when he felt how hot and wet her pussy was. He started to rub her clit and move his fingers up her cunt slot, and her hips and ass started to grind as she worked her frothy pussy around on his attentive hand.
Cunt juice was already pouring down into the crack of her ass.
Jimmy was just getting into the rhythm of the finger-fucking, just about to tilt his wrist and push his middle finger up her cunt hole.
Suddenly, Brenda gasped. Her eyes snapped open wide.
Jimmy turned, following her gaze – and both of the teenagers gaped in horror as they saw Elizabeth Tremayne standing in the trees, watching them.