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Yard Work
a Short Story
Copyright (C) 1999, Kellis
"The battery's dead on that cordless. Is this better, Clara?"
Both young men paused, listening to the contralto voice that
suddenly floated out from the window above them.
It continued after time for a reply. "Perpetual erections? No,
I'm not blessed with nephews, but I do have compensation...
"No, I do not mean Archy. I have two yard boys that are perpetual
enough for anyone."
Startled, Carl looked over to his brother and asked quietly, "Did
you hear that?"
Jack's lips parted to reply but the voice continued, "How do you
think? I've got eyes! The bulges in those skin-tight jeans are
unmistakable."
Carl whispered, eyes wide, "She's talking about our dicks?"
Again the female voice, now with overtones of amusement: "Socks
in their pants? Maybe some do, but not my boys. I've seen the cause of
<their> bulges."
Both men, not yet well begun at the weeding, laid their trowels
among the flowers and raised up on their knees, bringing their heads
closer to the window.
The woman laughed. "A peeping Jane, indeed! But why not? You
said it, Clara: at that age they're cute all over ...
"From down the valley. College kids. Archy hired them for the
summer to take care of the yard...
"Not as much as you think: just spending money and use of the
pool...
"I'm not worried about that. They're very polite, mannerly kids.
With beautiful, even tans... Twin brothers, I think, though not
identical. One's slim and the other is stocky ... I'm not sure;
eighteen or nineteen, but definitely not little boys!...
"Old enough to be what? Oh, no; I'm not anyone's mother. Lacey
doesn't count; she's by Archy's previous, you know. She's at summer camp
for the rest of the month...
"Well, of course I've thought about it! Archy's been in Saudi
Arabia for most of this spring and even when he's here, he's distracted.
He says oil demand is down. I don't understand why, when business is
poor, he doesn't have more time off. But he doesn't, and I admit those
teenagers look better every day. Many afternoons they go skinny dipping.
I watch them from the upstairs window with Archy's binoculars. I'll tell
you, Clara, it's starting to make me <drool>!"
Jack's eyes widened on his brother. "She's been <watching> us!"
The voice above them emitted a chuckle. "Right. But how does a
mature woman go about it? How did you work it with your nephew?
The voice fell silent. The boys waited, exchanging incredulous
stares. Carl, the stocky one, wondered, "Did she see us with Sherry?"
Jack shook his head. "Nah, it was night. And I wouldn't let you
turn on the lights, remember?"
"Yeah. You were right about that, but wrong now. If she knew we
were here, she wouldn't talk like that. We're supposed to be doing the
other side. Come on. Let's go around the house."
Again Jack shook his head. "Go on if you want to, but I'm
sticking. You do know what she's talking about, don't you?"
"What?"
"Seduction 101. And we're <it>!"
Carl grunted. "If she catches us listening, it'll be Termination
101. I don't care --"
But his brother held up a hand as the woman's voice resumed.
"Clara, you didn't!"
Carl fidgeted but continued to kneel beside Jack.
The woman breathed, "In your hand? He wet your <hand>?"
Carl became as still as his brother.
"Oh, yes, I remember," she continued. "My teenagers are fast,
too. Several times I've seen them sit on the side of the pool and jerk
off into the water, cute as can be. I've even timed them. Takes about
half a minute. I think they compete with each other."
"Shit!" cried Carl disgustedly under his breath. His face began
to redden.
"Oh, no! I know what fags do. My two don't touch each other.
They're just healthy boys. Didn't you ever spy on your brother's friends?
Boys call it a 'circle jerk.' I think they see who can shoot first and
maybe farthest. I know my two try to pee farthest. They hold it up at a
45 degree angle."
"God!" breathed Carl, now beet red.
"It's big enough, all right; looks about the same size on each
through the binoculars. The slim one might have the edge." She lowered
her voice, though not unintelligibly. "But they're intact, Clara, which
surprised me. Archy told me all American boys are circumcised as a matter
of course."
"Oh, shit!" Even Jack, thin of musculature but not usually of
skin, was now blushing.
"How would <I> know? I don't recall ever touching an intact one."
The voice dropped an octave. "But I'd love to find out."
Both faces brightened. The blushes faded.
"I agree: it would make a good start. And today is hot enough.
But wouldn't that be a bit obvious?...
"They're older than your nephew, but do you think they would get
the idea? What if they don't? It's different than a nephew. They're not
related to us at all. If I had to reach into their pants to get them
started --"
"Huh!" Carl snorted. The brothers grinned at each other.
"Okay, call me greedy. I want them both at once...
"Well, maybe, but it could also be a heaven-sent opportunity. I
know how touchy men are about other men. These guys still jerk off
together. I bet they'd go strong for the same woman if I could just get
them started."
"Jesus Christ!" Jack muttered in awe.
"Show them my what?" The woman's tone lost its speculative
banter. "Clara, I guess I'm just not brave as you. I'll try your first
idea, but if they don't tumble ... No, way! I'm not <that> desperate!"
She laughed. "Maybe I will, Clara, but don't bet on it. In the
meantime surely you can find two nephews. Will you drop by this weekend?"
Carl raised a knee and hissed, "She's about to hang up!"
"Well, I'll see you then. Of course I'll let you know! What else
do we have to brag about? Good-by, Clara."
Snatching up his trowel, Jack hurried around the less windowed
front of the house with Carl trundling the wheelbarrow quickly behind.
They began immediately to pull weeds from among the densely set flowers,
though hardly a minute too soon.
The nearby garage door rumbled as the motor lifted it slowly on
its tracks. Their mistress ducked under it and turned to regard them,
hands on her well-rounded hips, brunette hair loose on her shoulders. She
was of medium height with mature breasts, belly and hips, dressed this
morning in an unbuttoned man's white shirt with the tails tied before her
and Bermuda shorts that concealed the early cellulite the twins had
spotted on their single previous opportunity to study her in a swim suit.
She had brown eyes in an unmade oval face. Her complexion was smooth
except for tiny wrinkles in the corners of the eyes.
"Good morning, Ms. Harper," said Jack, the closer.
"What are you boys doing <here>?" she objected. "You're supposed
to pull weeds in sunlight, not shade. You should be working on the east
side in the morning."
"The east side?" repeated Jack.
"You're just starting, aren't you? Move over to the east side
this morning and come back here this afternoon."
"Yes, ma'am."
She watched them roll the wheelbarrow toward the front of the
house. When they had rounded the corner, Jack breathed, "That was close!"
"What do you mean?" asked Carl, also speaking quietly.
"We <were> supposed to work the east side! She remembered it when
she hung up the phone and went to see if we overheard her."
"God! Like, Termination 101."
"Huh-uh. She thinks we were on the wrong side of the house."
After a few steps Carl wondered, "You really think she was talking
about us?"
"You see anybody else jerking off in the pool?"
"God! Watched us through binoculars!"
"You heard her: it made her drool."
"Yeah. She makes me drool, too."
"She will when she puts those melons in your mouth."
Rounding the east corner, Carl wondered further, "You believe she
meant any of it?"
"Wait and see."
"Both of us at once? Huh! She's just kidding around."
Jack shook his head. "She's tried that before, I bet, and liked
it. It's the strongest reason to think she really means it."
Carl thought it over. "Wonder who with."
"Be sure to ask her that."
They knelt again in the eastern flower bed. When the weeding was
well resumed, Carl shook his head and said with quiet determination, "No,
it was just talk."
"Was it?"
"A woman like that? You heard her the other day. She's exactly
twice our age."
"So what?"
"So a woman that old's not interested in us. Not really."
"She said she was drooling."
"Yeah, but think about all of it. She was just holding up her end
with her friend, this Clara that scored with the nephews. It's like you
bragging about Connie."
Jack paused to regard his brother. "Are you trying to talk
yourself out of something?"
"Not me. <You>!"
Jack grinned slowly. "What're you afraid of?"
"Losing this job."
Jack agreed thoughtfully, "That would hurt."
"Just remember: she's not Sherry."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning don't rub her ass the next time it's close enough."
Jack shook his head. "Okay. I'll wait for her to rub <mine>."
* * * *
"Thirsty?"
Jack looked up from his trowel into the woman's smile. She was
dressed in the same shirt and shorts and had approached barefooted over
the grass, bearing a tall, beaded tumbler in each hand. Ice tinkled
faintly as she stood waiting.
"You know it!" Jack declared with feeling, rising to his feet and
calling behind him, "Carl, look here!"
The brothers each accepted a glass: orangeade, sweet and cold.
The woman folded her arms and smiled as they drank.
"Hits the spot!" said Carl passionately with his glass
half-drained.
"Thank you, ma'am," Jack added.
"It's good, then?" she asked.
"Delicious!"
Her smile broadened. She laid a shockingly cold hand lightly on
his upper arm. "I saw how you're sweating. You don't have to weed it all
at once, you know. The wheelbarrow is almost full. Why don't you take a
break?"
"We thought we'd finish this bed before lunch."
Her hand kneaded his muscle. She mused, "Your bodies just <gleam>
in this bright light. But you're both bareheaded. Did you never hear of
sunstroke? You ought to take a dip in the pool and cool off."
Carl grinned. "That sounds good!"
"You brought your lunches?"
"A couple of sandwiches," Jack admitted.
"I'll contribute a few goodies," she said with an inviting smile.
"Let's have a luncheon picnic."
"A picnic? Where?"
"At the pool." She regarded Jack archly. "That is, if you don't
mind eating with the boss."
"Not when it's her idea!" he responded enthusiastically.
"Good! I thought you might agree. Leave these tools for later
and come around to the kitchen. I've made up a basket."
* * * *
At her direction they set the basket on the table with the canopy.
She grinned at them as she removed the covering cloth. She inclined her
head toward the sparkling blue water. "Why don't you take a dip and cool
off?"
Brother looked at brother. Jack said hesitantly, "We, uh, we
don't have suits."
"You don't?" She frowned. "I've glanced out here from the house
and seen you swimming. Oh. You mean you didn't bring your suits today."
"Actually we don't own any."
The frown became a cocked eyebrow. "You mean you skinny dip?"
Carl blushed. Both looked away.
"Well, I don't care," she averred airily, beginning to remove
objects from the basket.
Jack winked at his brother and said wistfully, "It does look
cool!"
"Oh, go ahead!" she ordered, eyes on her work. "You need to cool
off. I won't look. And even if I did, I've seen men before."
Zippers hummed and they stepped out of their frayed jeans without
further comment, tossing the garments toward another table. Pocket
contents thudded on the wooden surface. They turned and in two strides
entered the water side-by-side with nearly splashless dives. The woman's
eyes fixed briefly on narrow male buttock cheeks, tanned but paler than
the skin of back and thigh. She licked her lips and watched as they raced
to the other end of the pool, dropping eyes to her work only when they
reversed to return.
They levered themselves out of the water and came dripping
directly to her table. Carl's hands hovered close to his pubes, ready for
quick concealment, but she carefully kept her eyes raised.
As they neared, she handed each a towel. "Dry your face and hands
and have a seat."
They obeyed her, standing on either side. Jack peered through the
folds of cloth over his face and saw her gaze descend. He deliberately
leaned forward enough for his genitals to dangle past the table edge. Her
lips parted. Suppressing a grin, he pulled up his chair and sat.
She produced cloth napkins, tumblers, a bowl of ice and a pitcher,
beaded with condensation, that proved to contain iced tea. She poured
their drinks and served them without asking.
"Where are your sandwiches -- in the cabana fridge?"
Jack admitted they were.
"Go get them if you wish. Or you can try mine. I have tuna salad
with cucumber and roast beef with horse radish."
Carl's eyes brightened. "Roast beef?"
"Coming right up." She passed him a plate containing a sandwich
stuffed thickly with meat. "Your name is Carl, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
"Here's ketchup and mustard." She glanced at his brother. "And
you're Jack?"
"That's me."
"Will you try the tuna salad? Or I've got another roast beef."
"Tuna salad is my favorite. How did you know that?"
"Know what?"
"The exact kind of sandwiches we prefer?"
Passing him his plate, her eyes twinkled. "Sometimes I overhear
you."
Carl's eyes widened. He glanced furtively at his brother.
She uncovered a plate and sandwich for herself, apparently egg
salad. She ate it daintily with small bites.
Jack said thoughtfully around a mouthful of food, "That's funny."
She raised her chin. "You mean the tuna? I'm sorry. Its quality
has got so variable. Try this roast beef instead."
"No, no, the tuna is great! I mean about you overhearing us. I
could swear we've never mentioned food when we worked near the house."
She smiled and nodded, waiting to swallow before replying. "It
was probably during a lunch break."
"But we always eat lunch at the pool."
"I've noticed."
Jack almost asked her how she might have <heard> them, but Carl
was beginning to blush obviously despite a deep tan. He said hastily, "We
don't talk much when we're next to the house. Mr. Harper said you sleep
late."
"Sometimes," she agreed, "though I've been having trouble lately.
Not your fault. At least not directly." She smiled, regarding Carl
speculatively. He dropped his eyes, taking another large bite of his
sandwich.
"We carry on some at the pool," Jack said, carefully selecting the
juiciest part of his sandwich for the next bite. He looked up
guilelessly. "Does that bother you?"
Her eyes glittered on his. "Not a bit." She took a swallow of
her tea. "Tell me about yourselves. Archy -- Mr. Harper -- hardly
described you."
Jack shrugged. "Not much to tell. We're nineteen; twins, you
know; rising sophomores at State Tech."
"Twin brothers! That must be nice, growing up together."
Jack nodded. "It has its advantages. Have you heard about
B.I.B.B.?"
"Bib? What's that?"
"An old Viking saying our mother taught us: 'Bare is brotherless
back.'"
She stared at him. "Are the schools becoming so vicious as that
implies?"
He shrugged. "How can we tell? I only know Carl and I had less
trouble with bullies than most."
"I imagine so. How does it work with girls?"
"They're curious about us."
"What do they ask you?"
"If we're gay."
Her stare softened into a chuckle. "I can guess how you answer."
His grin faded. "Can you? We're not, you know."
"Well, of course not! I meant that you probably offer them a
demonstration."
He laughed. "Like, 'Want to try us?'"
She smiled. "Or, 'Come home with us and see.'"
He shook his head. "We live with our aunt. She says no girls."
"A cautious one, is she? Then how about, 'Come with us to the
Harpers' pool?'"
His eyes widened. "You wouldn't mind?"
She grinned. "Don't quote me on that. Want another sandwich,
Carl? Or would you like a slice of cherry pie?"
"Cherry pie!" he exclaimed.
"You really <have> overheard us!" Jack commented. He straightened
up in his chair as Carl stiffened also. He suggested, "You must've come
to the pool one day."
Her eyes twinkled as she shook her head. "I didn't have to."
"Then do you read lips?" Jack wondered.
She laughed briefly. "There's a slice for each of you." She
unwrapped a cloth from two pieces of pie and lifted one toward each male
plate, apparently unconcerned by her bare hands.
Jack intercepted his. In the transfer between hands her
forefinger inadvertently dug into the side of the red filling. Suddenly
inspired despite the risk, his other hand caught her wrist and, as he
leaned toward her, brought the finger into his mouth. He sucked it clean,
licking under the long nail while he stared into her eyes.
Her eyes twinkled. "Sweet enough for you?"
He released her and said solemnly, "Wouldn't want to miss
anything."
Carl glanced at him admiringly.
"I don't think you will," she retorted, then regarded Carl.
"Seriously, is it good?"
"Super," he answered despite a red mouthful.
She turned again to Jack. "I'm waiting to hear your opinion."
He lowered his slice gently to the plate. "I've got another bite
of tuna, but I liked that little taste."
She cocked an eyebrow. "Did you!"
"Ms. Harper, how --"
"Call me Jane."
"Jane?"
"At least while we're having lunch together. What did you want to
ask?"
"How you overheard us. I remember talking about favorite pies.
That was the other day when it rained and we ate in the cabana."
She nodded. "I believe you're right." Her mouth widened in a
slight smile. "As I recall, cherry was said to be your second choice."
He stared at her, ignoring Carl's fidgeting. "<How>, Ms. Harp--
Jane? Were you hiding in there?"
She chuckled slightly, grinning around at both brothers. "You
truly don't know? Didn't Archy show you the intercom?"
"The ... the intercom?"
"It's on the wall in plain sight, right over the bunk." She
craned her head, peering under the canopy. "You can see it from here."
He said weakly, "We didn't ... know it worked."
"Archy installed it in case Lacey should call for help while she
was swimming. Have you met Lacey, Archy's daughter? No? Well, you
probably won't. Her mother gets her after summer camp." Calmly the woman
took another bite of her sandwich.
"Does it ... work all the time?"
"All the time? Well, no, you have to turn it on in the house.
But it has a call button that beeps anytime."
"J-Jane ... You heard us talking about pies. God! I hope you
didn't hear anything that embarrassed you."
"It's been very interesting." She smiled benignly. "I had
forgotten how intensely young men fixate on females." Her glance turned
to his brother. "Carl, don't be embarrassed. I think your fascination is
very natural. It certainly doesn't lower your standing with me!"
"It doesn't?" Carl asked, red face glistening.
"No, it doesn't." She laid her hand atop his. "And you blush
prettily."
Jack pushed back his chair, started to stand up, then fell back
into it. He took a breath and declared, "I'm surprised you didn't tell
Clara what you <heard>, too!"
Her eyebrows rose. "So! You did overhear me this morning!" She
frowned. "But you were on the other side of the house."
Jack shook his head. "We scooted around there so you wouldn't
think we heard you."
"Did you!" She studied him. "Afraid for your job?"
"Yeah."
She took a breath and grinned. "I meant for you to hear me."
"What? You what?"
"I wanted to see what you'd do." She snorted. "I certainly
didn't mean to scare you away!"
"What do you expect us to do?"
"Do you have to ask?"
He stared at her. Carl swallowed the remains of his pie and asked
incredulously, "You mean you really want <us>?"
Suddenly her expression went blank. She looked from Carl to his
brother. "Is it possible you guys think I'm too <old> for you?"
"Too old?" repeated Jack, eyes widening.
"Oh, no --" Carl began.
"Because if you do --" The woman stood up suddenly. "I'm going
swimming, too."
The knot in the front of her shirt flew apart. The elastic of her
shorts slipped over her hips. Almost before the open-mouthed audience
could blink, she stood naked, her two items of clothing fallen to the
concrete. Her tan was faded but even. Pendulous breasts with small dark
nipples swayed above a waist of mature thickness and wide feminine hips.
The wiry pubic bush was untrimmed. She padded past them to the pool edge.
"Come on," she ordered, gesturing right and left. When they stood
beside her, she added, "Last one to the end of the pool and back is the
old maid."
She dove and they followed instantly. She swam powerfully,
cleanly and to their particular surprise, slightly faster than their best
effort. She was slower at levering herself out of the pool, however,
which allowed the brothers to stand up beside her almost simultaneously on
the concrete lip.
She grinned at them and crowed between draughts of breath, "I'm
not sure ... who's the old maid ... except that it's not I!"
Jack shook his head. "How the hell could you beat us?"
"Twenty years ago ... I was on the Olympic team." She took a
breath to laugh. "But now ... if the pool was ... ten meters longer ... I
wouldn't have finished." She threw her arms around both of them and drew
them against herself. "And you're not even breathing hard!"
The same idea occurred to each brother. Each raised a hand and
cupped the nearer breast. The woman looked down at the rasping palms then
up curiously into the intent faces. She withdrew her arms from around
their backs to slip below the hard, flat bellies and grasp a rising
manhood in either hand.
She smiled possessively. "At least I don't have to reach into
your jeans."
"Oh, god!" murmured Carl, standing frozen as her thumb and
forefinger pinched his glans knowingly. Jack's free hand curled under her
buttocks and explored the hairy furrow from behind. In reaction she bent
slowly forward, making herself more accessible to it. She tongued Carl's
navel in passing. Shortly her fingers slid lower on his shaft to make
room for her mouth.
The slim brother took himself in hand and stooped enough to nuzzle
the upturned slit, shallowly at first, gradually deeper. Soon his strokes
reached maximum. Beyond the smooth, female back the woman's head turned
sideways to his brother's pubes, where it bobbed rapidly back and forth,
long wet hair flying. Her hand clasped the dependent testicles.
Carl stood flat-footed, eyes closed, teeth clenched, tendons
prominent in his neck, occasionally twitching. He groaned in a tight
throat. Instantly the woman's head became still but did not withdraw.
Jack warned, "Don't let her suck you dry."
Carl's response was to shudder in a ripple that passed over his
whole body. After groaning again, he muttered through clenched teeth,
"She's not sucking." As he spoke he began to thrust with his hips.
Jack saw that the woman's cheeks had ballooned outward: truly a
"blow job!" But Carl's thrusts lacked precision; a too-ambitious
withdrawal streaked the side of her face with watery semen. She
recaptured the crimson knob, but its owner was soon finished.
She stood up straight, breaking contact also with Jack, and turned
to face them. A hand rose to wipe her cheek. She stared at the results
and began to laugh, eyes twinkling at Carl. "Well, I almost got it all!"
"You meant to?" Jack stared at her in fascination. "Aren't you
going to spit?"
"And waste tasty young sperm?"
"Waste?" He repeated incredulously.
She retorted positively, "It belongs in a woman. Besides, I like
the aftertaste."
His mouth fell open. She chuckled, smacking her lips. Then her
gaze dropped to his glistening erection. A hand swiped her pubes and was
held up for inspection. "You didn't come."
"Neither did you."
"No, but we will."
Her attention returned to Carl, who stood, chin sagging, hands
dangling, otherwise unwilted. She smiled in approval. "I told Clara the
truth, didn't I?" Her hand grasped him just behind the knob, palm turned
to capture the remaining dribble.
Jack asked, "About us?"
"About your perpetual erections." She leered at him as a drop of
his brother's semen fell from the side of her chin.
He snickered. "And drooling."
She grinned, released Carl and raised the wet palm to her face.
She licked it ostentatiously while staring into his eyes. Her other hand
enclosed his almost painful erection. She leaned against him with parted
lips. "Kiss me!" she commanded.
He caught a breath and, despite a sudden hollowness in his belly,
met her lips with his own. Of course she thrust her tongue immediately
into his mouth. The faintly nutty taste was unmistakable. But his rising
gorge was covered by the cool skin of her soft belly and the feel of her
hard nipples against his chest. Her fingers withdrew his foreskin and the
normally protected glans tingled in the hair that parted around her
clitoris. Sexual tension overrode all other concerns. His tongue
followed hers back between her teeth. The taste strengthened but so did
his excitement.
When their mouths parted, she asked with a smirk, "Was that so
bad?"
"God damn!" he retorted, but it was not a curse.
She laughed. "Strong stuff, isn't it?" She took Carl's hand.
"We need a bed. Come on into the cabana."
She fumbled in the picnic basket and emerged with a tube that Jack
recognized as lubricating jelly. They followed her into the little
building, Jack pressing close enough for his penis to stroke her hip. She
chuckled at the feel and released Carl to trail the hand into his
brother's testicles. She promised over her shoulder, "I'll get this
juice, too."
"It's about to pop already." Jack's voice was strained.
She spun around in front of the bunk and put a hand on his
shoulder. "You can pop right away where I put it, but when you do, don't
pull it out."
His eyes widened. "You <have> to pull out when you pop!"
"Not there. You'll see. It won't squeeze."
"Won't squeeze?"
But she had pulled Carl against her. She ground her breasts into
him while her hand dropped between them. Her eyes lit. "Still firm as
ever, how marvelous! But will it work in a sandwich?"
"A sandwich?" Carl wondered.
"You're the strongest, so you get to be the bottom slice." She
grinned and stepped aside. "Lie down on your back."
When he had obeyed, she threw a leg over him and squatted facing
him at his midsection, heavy breasts swaying. She sank upon his hips
while her hand introduced him firmly into her hot center. She bounced a
couple of times and grinned. "How's that?"
His eyes were fixed on her breasts. His hands reached to cup
them. "Wow!"
She chuckled and turned to Jack, extending the tube of jelly.
"Slather this on yourself really thick from root to tip."
He reached for the tube but her eyes had fallen to the straining
erection. "On second thought," she countered, "let me do it. Come
closer."
He put a knee on the bedside as she opened the tube. She laughed
when she discovered the upthrust knob nearly touching her cheek. Her eyes
narrowed up to his. "I see what you want, but don't you come yet!"
He gasped as her mouth enclosed him. The organ thickened
perceptibly at her first tongue swipe. She immediately withdrew and
stared up at him. "You <are> ready!"
"Oh, god!" he groaned.
"This will slow you down."
She squeezed out a handful of jelly and globbed it onto the head,
letting her fingers trail it loosely down the shaft. He winced at the
cold contact, which did somewhat relieve his tension.
She wiped her hand on the bed sheet and directed, "Now come up
behind me."
"You mean ..."
She leered. "You're the top slice."
"B-but how --"
"I'll lean forward, of course," she said, suiting action to word.
"Carl doesn't mind my boobs on his chest, do you, honey?"
Carl shook his head, staring past her at his brother.
Taking a deep breath, Jack mounted the bed over Carl's knees. At
his hesitation the woman raised up enough to look over her shoulder. "Go
ahead," she invited.
"I ... want to see."
She eyed him thoughtfully and chuckled. "Rub some jelly on your
finger."
He touched himself with a forefinger. She smiled and arched her
back, raising her genitals higher in the curve of the buttocks cleft. He
leaned forward, studying first his brother's organ half submerged in hairy
female flesh. Its angle stretched the smooth perineum below the wrinkled
pink star of the anus. Jack put out a hand and spread the buttocks cheek.
"Let me," said the woman. She sagged fully upon Carl as her hands
flew behind her, one to each cheek, and separated herself wider than Jack
had dared. He stared at the distorted spectacle.
"What's she doing?" wondered Carl, arching his own back to drive
himself deeper.
"Pulling her ass open," Jack responded, his fascination evident.
"Go ahead," she ordered. "I know you want to feel it."
He brought the anointed finger forward. It slipped into her
effortlessly. She twitched. "Ooo, cold!"
Her sphincters clamped him when his knuckle touched. "Feel that?"
she asked.
"Yeah. This is too small for me."
"Only if I want it to be."
Curious, he partly withdrew before reapplying fore and middle
finger together. Again she clamped him when the knuckle touched. He
added the ring finger with no more difficulty and looked up into an
over-the-shoulder grin.
"Convinced now?" she asked.
Carl wondered, "What's going on?"
Jack took a breath. "I've got three fingers in her ass."
Carl's eyes widened. "God!"
"I can feel your dick through her flesh."
"Yeah ... I can feel you feeling!"
The woman chuckled. "Sounds like you just discovered America."
Carl blushed and Jack withdrew his hand as if stung.
Her amusement faded. "Don't be touchy. Come on. Put it in."
Jack hitched himself closer. Her flesh parted reluctantly for the
swollen knob but after the initial resistance accepted the entire
remainder of his manhood. The minute of finger play had allowed
evaporating jelly to reduce the organ's temperature. Both man and woman
squealed in harmonizing registers, she at the cold rod suddenly in her
vitals, he at the loose heat that enveloped it. He immediately recovered
the previous level of tension.
"Oh, god!" he cried.
"Go ahead and come," she advised, adding with a gasp, "Just don't
pull it out!"
She began to roll her hips back and forth. Jack went to long
thrusts, tension peaking. He groaned with each seminal spurt, straining
to force himself ever deeper.
"What am I supposed to do?" asked Carl plaintively, but no one
answered him. The woman twisted atop him, lips drawn back in a grimace,
breasts and belly grinding his torso. Her contralto moans sang
counterpoint to Jack.
Jack was pleased to confirm her prediction of orgasmic ease. The
anal sphincters closed on the base of the shaft, not on the sensitized
head. When his crisis was over, he even added a bit of thrust to the
woman's hip action.
Her moans soon died away and she lay quietly panting atop Carl,
who had commenced his own thrusting. Aware of it, Jack lengthened his and
timed them to complement his brother's. "Can you feel me?" he wondered.
Carl looked up through the woman's scattered strands of hair. "A
little, not as much as your fingers. How about you?"
Jack nodded. "Some." He crossed his arms on his chest and
grinned down at his brother. "Hey, this is a blast!"
The woman raised up slightly, kissed Carl's nose and turned her
head to regard Jack from the corner of her eye. "Want to feel him
better?"
"How?"
"Put in with him."
"Good god! You mean ..."
"Yes."
"You can ... stand that?"
"I love it!"
When he withdrew, the woman fell still, again arching her organs
higher.
Carl's eyes widened. "What're you doing? You don't mean ..."
"Ooo!" moaned the woman softly, eyes clamped shut.
"God!" exclaimed Carl, staring up at his brother's determined
expression. "Are you all the way in?"
"Just about. Tight, huh?"
"Full!" she said distinctly, shuddering delicately.
"How do we work it?" wondered Carl.
Jack suggested thoughtfully, "Maybe we shouldn't pull out so far."
She shuddered again. "Oh, god, that's good!" Both felt her
sphincters tighten powerfully.
"What a grip!" muttered Carl.
"She's coming," advised Jack.
Indeed she was. Her body writhed between the men. "Oh, god, fuck
me!" she cried tightly.
Subsequent sounds were inarticulate, gradually increasing in
volume. Her motions grew more frenzied, flesh pounding flesh. They
endured for two or three minutes until the unusual shape, tightness and
resiliency against his organ stimulated each man to a second climax. Carl
climaxed first, to which Jack responded in kind. As both concluded
rigidly, the woman simply collapsed between them.
When Jack backed away, she rolled off Carl and sprawled on her
back, breathing in gasps. Her body gleamed in the daylight passing
through the door. Sweat puddled in her navel and between her breasts.
"God, what a fuck!" Carl declared in awe, rising up on an elbow to
scan the abundant female spectacle. "Bradford will never believe it!"
Jack stood beside the bed and shook his head. "You don't know the
half of it."
"You did her asshole?"
"In about three shoves."
"Wow! I want to try that."
"She'll probably let you. I think she likes it."
The woman snorted between gasps, "Just ... ask me!"
Carl tentatively stroked her wet belly. "Are you all right?"
She smiled and stretched until a hand and a foot struck the wall.
"I feel great!"
Both men chuckled approvingly.
Her hands went to her pubes and she shook her head. "But I'll be
sore tomorrow." She leered around at them. "I'm not used to such
vigorous attention!"
Carl's expression showed worry. "I hope we weren't too hard on
you."
"Plenty hard!" she declared. Her hand snaked over his extended
arm to clasp his manhood. "And still hard enough. What a treasure!"
Worry changed to hope. "Want to try it again?"
She raised up and kissed his cheek lightly. "You bet,
honey-bunch. Just not now." She rose higher and extended a leg across
him. "I'm exhausted, sore and sweaty, according to my husband, as a
Dallas whore on Saturday night. I need a swim."
"Good idea," agreed Jack.
The three filed out of the little cabana and dove together into
the pool. As before, they swam to the far end and returned, but the woman
no longer cared to race. They beat her easily back to the verge and
paused to await her pleasure. She rose tiredly from the water and led
them to the canopied table with the remains of their picnic.
She stuffed scraps, napkins and plates into her basket and looked
around at them with a smile. "I want to congratulate you guys. And thank
you. You are two super studs. I can't remember the last time I had so
much fun."
The brothers grinned. Jack sidled against her, slipped an arm
around her back and cupped the far breast. He said, "You're the greatest,
Jane, the best fox in town."
"I suppose that's a compliment," she retorted, catching Carl's
hand as it slipped his tumbler into the basket. She pulled him against
her so that she stood hip and shoulder between them. Her hands
immediately enclosed both male organs, flaccid at last.
Jack declared, "It's a compliment."
Head bent to watch fingers withdraw foreskins, she remarked,
"<These> give the truest compliments!"
"'Truest?'" Carl wondered.
"You can't mistake what <they> mean!" She chuckled deep in her
throat. "I can feel them responding already. Complimentary indeed!"
Jack smirked at his brother, who also wrapped an arm around the
woman to capture the other breast.
She smiled at their hands on her. "Do you think we can get along,
guys?"
They assured her so. She added, "For the rest of the summer,
maybe?"
Jack nodded at his brother and replied, "No problem."
Her smile faded. "Are you sure?"
"I can't think of any. You mean your husband?"
"No. He always calls before he comes home. The problem I'm
thinking of is you."
Carl was surprised. "Us?"
"Who is Bradford?"
Carl looked at his brother, who cleared his throat. "Oh, just a
friend of ours."
"A close friend, is he?"
"Well, yeah," Jack explained. "He's working for the summer like
us, except at a gas station."
"And you tell him things he won't believe."
"Ah, uh ..." Again Jack cleared his throat. "We don't tell him
everything."
The woman released them to reach deep into the basket and remove a
black oblong slightly larger than her fist. She looked up from Carl to
Jack. "Just the good stuff, right?"
Their arms fell away. Jack shook his head. "No way, Jane. We
won't tell anyone about you."
"I hope you mean that," she said soberly, "because it's a summer
of fun if you don't but a summer of trouble if you do."
Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Trouble? Who for?"
"Obviously for me, if word gets to the wrong ears, as it always
does. But if that happens, it will be even worse for you two.
"Now don't get me wrong. I don't want to cause you any trouble.
I want us to enjoy ourselves all summer long, maybe even longer, and see
no reason why we shouldn't -- that is, if you can restrain that urge to
brag about plugging Ms. Harper's ass!"
"About --"
"Or the rest of her."
"Jane!" He shook his head. "I promise you, we won't brag. We
won't say a word."
She regarded him searchingly. "That's right, you won't." She
held out the black object. "Here's the reason I'm confident of that.
Both of you should listen to it."
Jack examined the offering.
"What is it?" asked Carl.
"A battery-operated tape recorder." Jack regarded the woman.
"You want us to play it now?"
She indicated the chairs. "Go ahead. I think you'll find it
interesting."
The boys took seats together. She sat across the table, watching
them with slitted eyes.
Jack pressed the <Play> button. The recorded voices were tinny
but legible. Immediately the brothers recognized the speakers and the
circumstances.
His own voice: "Sherry, did you think we sneaked you in here just
to swim?"
A high, piping voice whose ownership would be obvious to dozens of
patrons at the village malt shop: "I'm not old enough to fuck."
"Not old enough! Don't give me that. I've got four fingers in
you right now."
"You know what I mean. Ain't you heard of seattle rape?"
"Seattle? You mean 'statutory?'"
"Whatever. Skater explained it to me last week. If a boy under
16 does me, it's okay, because I'm under 16, too. But you and Carl are
19, ain't'cha?"
"Damn it, Sherry, you just got through blowing Carl. Then give me
a blow-job, too."
"No. You peed in my mouth last time."
"You know it's not pee, Sherry. All right. What is it you really
want?"
Jack's finger stabbed savagely at the <Off> button.
Carl grinned sourly at his brother. "What did she get out of
<you>?"
Jack glowered at the woman through the heat on his face. His eyes
narrowed. "What if I just take this tape?"
She nodded. "Go ahead. I copied it for you. You can have the
recorder, too."
He took a deep breath. "What are you going to do with it?"
She grunted. "That depends on you. If you're grown up enough,
all I might do with it is listen to it again." She smiled. "In some
spots it's cute, especially where she worked on Carl to get what she
wanted." The woman shook her head. "That little girl is already an
accomplished extortionist." She smiled. "I shouldn't be surprised. In
my day it worked the same way."
Jack frowned at his brother. "What did Carl do for her?"
The woman grunted. "<I> don't blab! Ask him." She leered at
Carl. "Else listen to the tape."
Jack shook his head. "What did you mean, if we're 'grown up
enough?'"
"Adults keep quiet about the good times. At least they don't
mention names."
Jack thought about it. "You bragged to Clara."
"You think so? Only as a potential, and I didn't say your names.
Clara was the one who bragged, but I think she was lying. Don't worry:
<I> won't tell anyone about this afternoon -- or what's on that tape,
either."
"Then we ... just go on as before?"
She leaned down and picked up her fallen clothing. "You continue
to maintain the pool and so on, as usual. You still have your salaries
and the use of the pool. I don't even care if you continue to sneak girls
in here at night, so long as you keep it quiet and don't turn on the
lights -- though I'd advise you to give that Sherry a pass. She's bad
news!"
"But how about ..."
"You two and me?" Her eyes twinkled. "I'm very much afraid your
yard work just got a lot heavier."
"'Heavier?'"
"I've added a furrow for you to plow."
"Huh?" Carl inquired.
Jack leered. "In both directions, too."
"Oh." Carl's eyes lit.
The woman continued, "One that needs frequent watering and
fertilizing. And don't forget that a plow has a tongue." She grinned at
both of them. "Do you think you can stand to work it?"
Their answer was inarticulate but convincing.
END
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