Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Ten Dollars - By Deacon Blues RT was a good kid, so far as I could tell. He was tall and lean, about sixteen years old. A Nice boy, overall, though he tried, on occasion, to talk tough. He had something of a crush on my young wife. I married a woman twelve years my junior, some might say I married a girl, but she was twenty-three now, and we had two lovely daughters. Michelle was a pretty woman, though, tallish, at five seven and though curvy, had a slender waist. She had a bit of a belly on her after two kids and without the dedication to do what was needed right after them to keep her flat stomach from when we met. Not that I had lost any weight since we had been married. She had just gotten her hair cut short, and I did not protest that action, it was her hair after all. It was deep, rich brown and now only hung to her shoulders. The kids were away for the summer with Grandma and Grampa, so we were free to act out some. Oddly, she was very different from the women I traditionally went for. I usually went for the blonds and redheads with fair skin. In her I went for a green-eyed brunette with olive skin. Back to RT, though, since this was where the story was going, anyway. As I said, he had a crush on my wife, and my wife was somewhat taken with the handsome young man, herself. He was a good-looking boy, and in the prime of his youth. My wife and I had swapped partners with other couples on a few occasions, and I was not a jealous man. She flirted casually with other men regularly, and did not mind when I flirted with other women. She would often go out and talk with the kids from the neighborhood, RT among them. It was the night of the Fourth of July, and the kids from the block and her were sitting on the curb of our yard and watching the fireworks bloom overhead. I stood nearby, enjoying the show, as well. RT playfully pulled my wife into his lap to make her more comfortable and my wife sat there for a long while. He got cozy and put his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest. I noted all this, but as I said, we played and flirted, and this was hardly anything even to people more uptight about such matters. The fireworks died down and the kids all packed up and headed to their houses. My wife climbed out of his lap and we went inside, too. As we prepared for bed, my wife slipped between the sheets and waited for me to lay down. "What do you think of RT?" she asked. I thought for a moment. "He's a kid, I guess, not bad, though," I replied. "He's sometimes got a foul mouth on him, but most kids do." She looked at me and smiled. "I kinda want to mess with him," Michelle confessed. I blinked a couple of times at this admission. "He's a bit young," I finally said. She nodded. "I know, and I didn't say I would, but I kinda want to." I thought about it a bit more. "Well, he is good looking, so I could see why," I said. Michelle nodded again. "He's really cute, and, well, when I was in his lap, I found out he likes me, too." I looked at her. "Oh?" I asked. She smiled and blushed a bit. "He had a serious hard-on," she said. "And it felt big." My wife is a bit of a penetration fan, and likes men over average size. I'm largish, but not huge, at about seven inches and two inches wide. I sat quietly for a long moment, and tried not to make her think I was upset, which I was not. "If it comes up, can I play a little with him?" she asked. I knew she was basically asking how far she could go with him, because she would make sure it came up. RT came by two or three times a week to our house while I was at work, on the days Michelle was at home. Not that he did not visit while I was there, either, so it was not as if he were avoiding me. I looked at her, my cock growing a bit stiff at this talk of playing with the young neighbor. "You can kiss him and feel him," I said. "For now." She nodded. "Fair enough," she responded. - - - - - - - - - Two days later, I came into the house from work and RT was standing in the living room. He had a rather panicked expression on his face, but was smiling. "Hey," he said, and disappeared out the door. I walked around the corner into the kitchen and my wife was there throwing a can into the trash. "What was with RT?" I asked. "He ran out of here like he was on fire." She laughed. "We were kissing when you started unlocking the door," Michelle said. "I think it scared him." "He kissed you?" I asked. She sat in a chair at the kitchen table. "Yes, he was kissing me." "Cool, so how'd that go?" I asked. Michelle looked at me levelly. "Well, I know he's a good kisser, now," she said. She paused for a long moment. "And I kinda know he's well hung." "Oh?" She grinned mischievously. "Yes, I was pressing my groin against his pretty firmly, and felt him get hard." I chuckled. "That would explain the hasty departure," I said. "I would have moved a hand down there in a few more minutes," Michelle said. "Should I make myself scarce?" I asked. She thought a moment. "I could find out more if you did go out for an hour or so," she admitted. I stood up. "I'll run to the wally-world for a while, I've got some stuff I've been meaning to get anyway." We kissed and she kissed my neck. "You're sure you don't mind?" she asked. "Not at all, angel," I responded. As I drove down the street, I saw RT standing with his younger brother near their property, talking. As I drove by, he waved nervously, and Michelle left the house to check the mailbox. In the mirror, I saw RT approach her and they began to speak. I meandered the aisles of Wal-Mart for about an hour, maybe a bit more, and then bought my little treasures and headed home. It was rather a sore trial, trying to stay away. I wanted badly to know how it went. I had major wood the whole way back, just contemplating it. RT was still there when I got home, sitting in the living room. Michelle came in as I closed the front door. The young man stood up and excused himself politely this time, and headed out. As the door shut, my wife sighed. "Well, now I know," she said. "And?" I asked, rather excited for her. A broad grin spread across her face. "Almost nine inches long and way over two wide, if you're two." My eyes widened. "Are you serious?" I asked. She held up the digital camera. "Very," she confirmed. We went into the dining room, where our computers were, and she uploaded the photo's in the camera memory to her machine. She flipped through family portraits and such until she arrived at the some of RT. Opening that picture to fill the screen and I gaped. Her fingers were around his cock and would not even meet her thumb by almost half an inch. It hung down from his groin like a sausage and it had to be almost the length of her forearm. "I didn't get it all the way hard," she admitted, "he said he needed someone to suck it or to fuck someone for it to get straight and solid." "You mean it's nine inches like that?" I asked, stunned. She smiled wickedly. "Yes," she replied. She flipped through a couple of other pictures and came to one with a ruler lying beside his massive pole. The ruler was atop his cock, actually, and he reached just nearly to the nine inch mark. "He claims it goes over ten if he's really hard." I nodded. "I can believe it," I replied. "Can I?" she asked. "Go further?" I asked in return. Michelle nodded. I thought about it a moment, flipping back to a picture where my wife had wrapped both her slender hands about his cock, it thrilled me to see her doing that. "You can give him blowjobs, for now," I said. She nodded in acceptance and giggled. "He said he will come over to morrow and mow the lawn for ten dollars," she said. "Can I give him a blowjob, too?" I laughed, "Sure, I wish I had gotten a bonus like that from one of the women who I mowed the lawn for when I was young." She looked at the screen again. "Damn, I've never seen one like that," she said. I agreed, it was quite impressive. - - - - - - - - - The next day, I called before going home. Michelle answered on the third ring. "No, he's gone already, Mark," she said. Then her voice got conspiratorial. "I got him to take pictures while I did it." I had expected to just hear about it, but now there would be photographic proof to go along with the story. I got home a few minutes later and before another five had passed, we were looking at the computer screen and she was telling me about it. "First we kissed again," Michelle told me. "Then I pulled it out, like yesterday. After a little while of me stroking him, he asks me if I like going down on guys. Well, when I started sucking him, he went nuts." I looked through the photos of the scene. My wife taking the head and a few inches of his giant cock into her mouth, her lips stretched tight around the fat shaft. She looked so beautiful with his young, big prick there, glistening with her slobber. She blushed when I got to the last few pictures. His cum was running out of her mouth, and over her chin as he fired into her. She said, "I swallowed all I could, but he came way too much. I've never drank that much cum in my life." "Stick with that for a while, ok?" I asked. "Let's wait on going further." She grinned. "I can deal with that, just so long as I get to do it eventually," she said. I stroked her hair. "You will, but I think taking your time is best." There was a tentative knock on the front door. "That's him," she said. "Really?" I asked as she headed for the door. "Do I need to leave again?" She stopped in the living room. "No, just don't come in the bedroom for a while," Michelle replied. I handed her the digital camera and she grinned at me. "Sweet," she said as I went back toward the computers. I heard them talking for a moment in the living room, then their voices got quieter as they moved through the house toward the bedrooms. Finally, they stopped as they closed the door on the master bedroom. I looked through the fifty or so pictures RT had taken of Michelle giving him that first blowjob. The expression on my wife's face in them was amazing. She was truly loving to give the boy head, and even his cum was something she seemed to relish. I unzipped my pants and began stroking my organ, realizing that right now, she was doing this again. Sucking off that young man. I walked to the bathroom, and heard RT groaning softly behind the bedroom door. I could also hear Michelle making soft, moaning sounds as she worked on his massive pole. I wanted badly to go in and watch them, but knew RT was still too nervous for that. After using the toilet, and coming a massive ejaculation, I went back to the computer room and sat. About fifteen minutes later, I heard them come out of the bedroom and stood up. I peered around the corner and watched them as they approached the front door. RT turned and put his arms around my wife and they kissed for several long moments, unaware that I could see them. She pressed against him and he grabbed her round ass with both his hands. The broke the kiss and he went out the door. Michelle turned toward me and smiled, having already seen me when they were kissing. She went back to the bedroom and fetched the camera. "We set it to automatically take pictures every fifteen seconds. It should be pretty good," she said. As the camera uploaded the two hundred pictures in its memory, she said, "Did you like watching us kiss?" "Very much," I replied. She giggled. "We need to find a way for you to watch more," said Michelle. I nodded in eager agreement. The pictures were done and we flipped through them with a slideshow program. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched my wife lay down on the bed and accept the young man's huge pole into her mouth. He fucked her face as best he could, with such a massive tool. Just like before, when he came, semen went everywhere. "He comes a LOT," my wife said. "He says its every time, too." "You should catch it in a glass," I joked. Michelle looked at me a moment. "I'll do that," she said. "When will he be over next?" I asked. The look on Michelle's face was golden as she smiled and stared into the distance. "I guess I have his attention, because he's supposed to come over tomorrow," she said. I peered at the computer screen, and the picture of the young man filling my wife's mouth and covering her face in his cum. "I imagine you have his undivided attention." "When can I go further?" she asked. I sighed, thinking hard. "I want to see him do it the first time, not just pictures, but at least a video." She nodded. "Okay, but can you get a camcorder?" she asked. "I can get a remote webcam," I provided. "Cool," said Michelle, grinning. "I'll stick with giving him blowjobs until then. Can I let him go down on me, too, though? He says he wants to." I nodded. "Okay," I conceded. She hugged me. "You're so sweet to me," she said. - - - - - - - - - On the way home the next day, I stopped off at Best Buy and picked up a pair of remote, wireless webcams. As I entered the house, there was no one about, or so I thought. I walked toward the bedroom, and heard my wife moaning in pleasure. She had left the door slightly ajar and I peered through the crack. RT had his head buried between her long thighs, eating her out. She was running her slim fingers through his dark hair and grunting as she ground her crotch into his face. I looked down a bit and saw his half-limp cock between his legs where he knelt on the floor. It was lying on the floor, like a long tail. He had his back to me, though and continued munching her pussy. Michelle arched her back and screamed out her orgasm, panting as she laid there, moaning and stroking the boy's head. Her eye caught my movement behind the door and she sat up quickly. "Lie down and close your eyes," she said. RT did as he was told, and my pretty young wife immediately took his cock into her mouth, sucking him. She used her body to block his view of the doorway. As his pole grew to full size, her mouth was stretched taut about it. Her eyes were upon me as she sucked though, and she winked. Five minutes after she started, RT grunted and was beginning his orgasm. My wife pulled her mouth from his cock and held up a clear plastic cup. It caught his semen, filling the cup to almost the quarter mark. She licked the head and smiled at me. I shuffled back to the living room and slammed the door shut. Half a minute later, RT passed by, saying, "Hi," as he went. My wife sauntered out of the bedroom, still holding the semen-filled cup. She walked right up to me and held the cup up for me to look at. Then she put it to her lips and tipped it back, drinking the cum in four or five long swallows. "Don't waste a drop that way," she said as she set the cup down. Then we kissed. The taste of the boys semen still in her mouth. It didn't bother me, to tell the truth, and turned me on immensely, that she had just now drank a huge wad of cum just to thrill me. "So, other than what I saw, how did today go?" I asked. She smiled at me, and held up four fingers. "I gave him four of those today," she replied. Her grin grew huge indeed. "And he left from nine to one." "Is he coming back this afternoon?" I asked. She nodded. "In about an hour. He's got chores at home to do." I set up the webcams and got them working with the computer. I placed both in the bedroom from different angles, facing onto the bed. "You really want to let him fuck you now?" I asked. She looked at me with remarkably empty eyes. "Uh, yeah!" she exclaimed. "Okay," I said. "You can." She looked at the webcams. "I'll make sure to give you a good view," she said. "Well, I can zoom these from the computer, though they can't pan," I said. A few minutes later, right on time, RT knocked on the door. I sat at the computers again, and once again, heard them going to the bedroom. They came into view on the webcams and wasted no time stripping, both of them were unclothed in like twenty seconds. My wife said, "RT, we can fuck now, I'm off my period, I just wanted to be sure." RT looked at her with a huge smile. "Nice," he said, eyeing her pussy. She laid down and fingered her hole, spreading it with three fingers, then four. "What are you doing?" asked RT. "Getting ready for your telephone pole," said Michelle, grinning at him. Sloppy, wet sounds were coming from her cunt. "Do I need a condom?" asked RT, moving onto the bed and up between my wife's long, slim legs. She grabbed his thick cock. "No," she said, "I WANT your cum in me." RT blinked. "What if you get pregnant?" he asked. Michelle smiled sweetly. "Then you'll be a daddy," she said. He nodded. "Okay," he said, with a tone of acceptance. She reached down and took hold of the massive spike dangling down from his pelvis. "When you put it in, go easy, I've never had one this big before." RT nodded again and pressed the head into my wife's tight, soon-to-be-tore-up cunt. As her opening stretched around his fat rod, she grunted, and I could see sweat forming on her brow. "My God, you're big," she said as the head opened her and shaft started disappearing slowly into her cunt. She stopped him at about eight inches inside her. "Just a minute," she said, reaching down and feeling the remaining inches of his dong with her fingertips. They rested for a moment before she said, "Okay, the rest of it, now." He pushed in the last two inches, he had a full ten inches hard. My wife cried out in pleasure as the pole filled her inner places and then sighed as he pulled it out part way. "God, it's like I'm a virgin again," she murmured quietly. "Please tell me you can fuck me every day." He nodded. "More than once, if you want," he replied. RT began humping, driving his ten-inch prong deep into my wife's waiting body and then pulling out with a slurping noise. She was so wet, the sheets were already covered in moisture. Within a minute, she screamed as she came, then screamed again a few seconds later. She came a total of five times before he grunted and plowed himself into her waiting hole. Semen leaked around the tight seal of her cunt around his prick and dribbled onto the bed. He had overfilled her womb, I saw. "Her hands moved over his back and shoulders. "God, damn, that was wonderful," she said. RT nodded, "Yeah, it was," he agreed. He pulled his pole out of her now distended cunt and Michelle gasped as cum flooded out of her, spilling over the sheets. "I'll change those, don't worry," she said, smiling at her new stud when he looked down at the sheets and the slick cum coating them. Her hand was wrapped around his cock again, stroking it gently. "Can you go again?" she asked. RT nodded and she moved down and sucked on the head of his spike until it hardened again. "Damn, I love young men," she said as it turned, again, into a rigid pole. This time, however, she laid him back and straddled his slim hips. A moment later, the long cock was buried again in her cunt and she cried out as she dropped down upon it. She had angled their bodies so that I could see the penetration fully, and the distention of her cunt from the massive organ spreading its lips. They ground their pelvises against each other for minutes as she built up to her orgasm again. This time, she came five more times, screaming by the end and begging him to come in her. RT grunted and bucked his hips upward. Again, cum dribbled out of her before he was done and she slowed. She once again gathered up the plastic sup and slipped off his pole. She let it slide from her and fill the cup, this time almost a third full. Apparently, he came more when he was fucking a girl. They lay in each other's arms for almost fifteen minutes, kissing and cuddling. Her hands kept going back to his prick again and again. "I wish I could do it again, but I'm sore," she said. His hardening cock stood upright from where he laid and he looked at her. "Too bad, huh?" he asked. She moved her mouth down and began sucking him again. "I love your cock, RT," she said, during a brief moment that she didn't have it in her mouth. He stroked her hair as she sucked him. "I'm glad," he said. "Most girls are scared of it." She looked at it a moment. "I bet they are," she agreed, then went back to sucking it. He began to moan and she picked up the pace of movement. Soon, he came again, filling her mouth. She simply caught his seed in her mouth, then spit it into the cup, filling it to over the halfway mark, between the last two orgasms. The boy was a cum factory. "What do you do with that?" he asked, looking at the cup. Michelle looked at it, too. "I flush it," she lied. RT nodded and kissed her again. "I should go home," he said, "supper." She nodded, and bent down and gave his cock's now shrunken head a kiss. "Okay," she said, "see you tomorrow?" "Hell yeah," RT said, shocked that she needed to ask. "Assuming you're not too sore," he added. She looked at him with her big green eyes. "I don't care how sore I am," she said. "If you want to fuck, we'll fuck. Anytime, anywhere." He chuckled. "What about your husband?" he asked. She kissed his cock again. "He said I could," she admitted. "He's watching us right now." "No shit?" he asked, peering around the room. She pointed to one of the webcams. "Right there, see?" He nodded, looking into the camera. "Wow," he said. "Can he come in and watch us next time?" she asked. RT looked at her a moment. "You're the boss, if you want," he replied My wife kissed his pole again. "No," she said, "you're the man with a ten inch dick, YOU are the boss." A broad smile formed on the young man's face. "If I say no?" he asked. She looked at him seriously. "Then he doesn't." "What if he doesn't want us to fuck anymore, then?" asked RT. My wife, looked sad for a moment. "Then we have to stop, but he won't do that." RT stood up and dressed. "I do need to go, now, but we'll talk more tomorrow," he said. They walked to the front door, my wife still nude. RT saw me in the doorway to the computer room. "Thanks, man, really, I owe you big time," he said, then kissed my wife deeply and grabbed her bare ass. I smiled as he left and my wife went back to the bedroom. She returned with the over half-full glass of semen and chugged it down for my pleasure. "He's got good cum, Mark," she pronounced, licking her lips. - - - - - - - - - The next day, true to his word, he showed up even before I left for work. I opened the door to his knock. "Oh, hi," he said. "Michelle, RT's here," I said over my shoulder. My wife called out from the bedroom, "I'm in here RT." I went to work and returned eight hours later. RT was still there, and they were in the living room, fucking like jackrabbits. The cup sat by the couch, almost full of semen, and a second cup stood by just in case. Both looked right at me as she continued to bounce upon his pole and grunt in pleasure. "Hi - Honey - how - was - work?" my wife said between impaling herself on his rod and forcing the air from her lungs. "Not bad," I replied as I sat on the chair opposite the couch and watched the sixteen year old use my wife as a cock socket, and my wife willingly oblige. He grunted out and called out Michelle's name as he filled her cunt with his cum. "How many times today?" I asked. Michelle looked at me. "Seven," she said. "I'm sore as hell," she added, pulling herself off his cock and draining the cum into the fresh cup. RT smiled. "You really don't mind?" he asked. "Nope," I said. My wife got on her knees on the floor before the couch and began sucking his pole. "Again?" she asked him, her eyes worshipful. He nodded. "I can go one more time, unless you want to stop." She pulled his pole from her mouth. "I will go as many times as you ask me, RT," she said, then went back to sucking. A minute later, she was folded over the couch with RT piledriving his massive cock into her cunt from behind. Michelle screamed bloody murder and managed several orgasms during the rather violent pounding. Again, she drained his cum into the cup when he was done with her, though he wasn't producing nearly the sperm he did at first, apparently. He kissed her, and said, "I have to go do my chores, I'll be back in an hour or so." She nodded and watched him leave. "Is it bothering you yet?" she asked. "No," I replied. She picked up the full cup and swallowed down its creamy contents in several long, slow gulps. She then drank the little amount in the other cup. "I think I could live on the cum that boy gives me," she said. "I've never seen a guy squirt so much." We sat and talked about the day, and how much she had gotten. RT returned a while later and immediately fucked her again, this time folding her legs over his shoulders as she laid upon the floor of the living room. He was brutal with his huge dick, and she screamed through a handful of orgasms which sounded like they were wrenched from her body by force. Immediately, my wife's mouth was around his pole again. "She really likes your dick," I said to RT. Michelle released his cock. "I worship your dick, RT," she said. "Nothing has ever given me so much pleasure in my life." RT's eyes lit up. "Would you consider anal if you like it so much?" he asked, his cock hardening at the thought. Michelle immediately turned about and stood on her knees. Her shoulders pressed to the floor and she held her ass cheeks apart with her hands. "Do it," she said. Hesitantly, RT moved into position behind her and pressed the bulbous head of his pole to her ass' tight ring. Her own cunt juice had slid down her butt crack and provided plenty of lubrication. He pushed it into her and she was in obvious agony as inch after inch of it slid into her. Soon he had bottomed out, his balls resting against her cunt and her butt cheeks spread by his coke-can-thick cock. "Oh - my - God," she said as he began pumping into her rectum. The tight new hold quickly had him spending his load into her ass. As always, she brought the cup over and squeezed his come out of her backside and into the cup. This time, however, she didn't save it but drank it right away, with RT watching. "I lied about flushing it, I drink it," she said. RT nodded, "Cool," he pronounced. "I'll go wash my dick off," he added. She shook her head. "My ass, my mess," she said, taking his cock in hand and going over it with her tongue, not that there was anything to see on it. After ten minutes of lapping and tongue stroking, he was hard again, and she pronounced him clean. They fucked three more times before he had to go home for the night. Twice in her cunt, once more in her ass. Instead of kissing good night when he left, she knelt before him and kissed his cock good night, then kissed him. - - - - - - - - - The next day was Friday, and RT had to go out with his parents, but they were to return by dark, and he and Michelle had cooked up a scheme to allow him to spend the night at our house. I came home from work to find her cleaning in the nude. We had a quickie, though she barely made a sound. She was now used to RT's monster tool, and I was definitely only pleasurable now, not enough to make her cum. She swallowed my own seed when I came, as it was little to her now. We sat on the couch and petted and kissed until RT knocked on the door around eight. My wife ran across the room and opened the door, still nude and RT stepped in. Before he had moved four steps, she had his dick out and was licking it. The look in her beautiful eyes was indeed worshipful as she knelt before her new god. I had no illusions that if he asked, she would leave me for his cock. They went at one another the entire evening, a total of five times before they fell into exhaustion on the bed beside me. Apparently, one of them awoke in the middle of the night, as they were at it again at two a.m. his pole spreading her open and filling her up with cum. She didn't have the energy to get the cup this time, and just let it ooze out of her after he shot it and went back to sleep. In the morning, they stayed abed for a while, and managed two more rounds before they emerged from the bedroom. She made us all breakfast, but spent the time while RT and I ate giving RT a blowjob. He stopped right in the middle of the pancakes to grunt out and thrust his hips into her mouth a couple of times to her moans of joy for having milked yet another load from his balls. RT went home about lunchtime, but promised to return again later, and maybe spend the night again, as it was Saturday. He came back an hour later, announcing that his stepmom and dad had split up and he would be moving to another state, and they were leaving in two hours. My wife went to his house to help him pack, and I joined them an hour later, and stood watch as she got one last good fucking from him. They kissed slowly this time, really enjoying the kiss itself, then we loaded up his stuff in the old pickup his dad drove and they all left. They write each other about once a month, and he hopes to come visit in a year or two. My wife still misses him and his magnificent cock. We have good sex again, now that her body has quit being used to his baseball bat of a prick, but she longs for the indescribable pleasure of being open and filled fully and beyond. Amazingly, she did not get pregnant, though she will try again if he returns.