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Tommy - 2
by Old Bill (address withheld)
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An adolescent male's lawn cutting turns into female
servicing as his reputation spreads. (Fm, ped)
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PART 2
Older boys got all the lifeguard jobs that summer so
Tommy ended up cutting lawns. At one of the first big
homes he took on he was surprised to find tall, blonde
Jona in a tiny bikini lounging by the small swimming
pool. He sat and joked with her for a few minutes and
then her mother came out in a white two-piece suit and
the girl introduced him to her.
They shook hands and the woman gave him a wide smile.
Tommy felt himself aroused. Jona's mother was a walking
and talking centerfold in a suit cut high on her hips
and low on her 38D breasts so they were bare at the
sides. The tight suit clearly defined her thick-lipped
sex and disappeared into the crack of her buttocks.
When Tommy finished the big lawn of nearly an acre he
knocked at the back door. Jona's mother opened the
screened door and invited him in. "I'll write you a
check," she said. She was wearing a very short,
flowered robe and Tommy was petty sure that was all she
was wearing. She was barefoot. She smelled good.
"Did you know Jona at school?" she asked.
"Sure. She and my sister are friends, cheerleaders."
"That's nice," the woman said, letting her silk robe
flap open and reveal her large breast with its dark
tit. It hung down and wobbled as she wrote. "She's gone
off to visit somebody, but she told me, well, told me
something about you that interests me." The woman sat
back and crossed her long legs, letting her short robe
fall completely open. 'She said you were an exemplary
lover and that you were hung like a horse."
"Ma'am," Tommy, said, unable to take his eyes off her
voluptuous body. He had not seen a woman like her
except in Playboy, and he felt his cock swell in
appreciation of her stimulating looks and her musky
smell. There were creases in her stomach but she was
otherwise smooth and taut as well as uniformly tanned,
including her soft mound and firm jugs.
"Do you have a few minutes?" she asked, leaning forward
and putting her hand on his knee, both big jugs now
fully bared, jiggling.
He nodded. "But I'm all sweaty."
"We could take a shower," she said. 'That might feel
good. Come."
He followed the woman up and into a big marble
bathroom, stripped off his clothes and stepped into the
huge shower with her while she adjusted the water that
came from four spray heads. He had been right about the
robe and now her lush body was bare and in his grasping
hands. Tommy held her wide hips, and she leaned forward
and rested her hands on the wall. He shoved his aching
cock up into her cunt's puffy lips, in to the hilt in a
single merciless thrust. The woman before him gasped
and arched her back as water coursed over them, and
Tommy closed off his mind and began, counting cadence
in his head: one-two-three, one-two-four, one-two-five.
Jona's mother came somewhere in the thirties after
Tommy's fingers found her thick clit and pinched her
nipples, and then she howled and spasmed again around
seventy-five as Tommy speeded up toward a hundred
strokes, smacking them wetly and loudly together. It
was the way he and his sister had usually started on
Saturday, a hundred just to warm up.
When he reached his goal, he relaxed, leaned back and
exploded up into the trembling woman, gob after gob of
young sperm, firing until it squished out as he rammed
his hot piston into her.
The woman promised herself she would use the morning-
after pill and turned to lick the boy's spent cock
after rinsing them both with cool water. They went
right from the shower to her bed, still dripping, and
Tommy mounted between her wide spread legs and gave her
twenty minutes of rollicking pleasure during which time
Jona's mother came two more times, something she had
never done in a life filled with much older lovers.
"Enough, enough," she sobbed as the eager boy tried to
get her to roll over, his rampant prong dripping with
their mingled juices. "You can come back in two weeks.
Do the lawn again." She gasped for breath and Tommy
smiled at her as he found his clothes and tucked his
pride out of sight.
She stumbled from the bed, retrieved her little robe
and made it down the stairs to the kitchen where she
wrote Tommy a check for a hundred dollars as the head
of his long prick peeked out from the bottom of his cut
off shorts.
By the time Tommy had lunch at home and got started on
his second lawn of the day, the temperature was well up
in the nineties and the word of his sexual prowess was
spreading among the neighborhood women.
When he finished the second lawn and went to get paid,
he found himself invited in and offered a glass of
lemonade by a young matron wearing a short-t-shirt
which displayed half her stomach, a flowered bikini
bottom that barely covered her pubic area, white high
heels and a hungry look. She invited Tommy out on a
screened porch that was well hidden behind heavy
foliage and while he drank his lemonade, she got on her
knees between his legs, opened his fly and dug out his
young and soft cock, surprised by its limp length.
She ignored the smell and taste of his sweat and sucked
the boy's immature member into her soft and practiced
mouth while she stroked it with one hand and coddled
his firm balls with the other. It was, she believed,
one of her very few talents, one that had helped her
land a wealthy husband.
When he was hard, she licked his cock's fiery head,
smiled at him, peeled off her swimsuit bottom and knelt
on her chaise lounge with her blonde head down and her
firm ass high in the air. "Quickly, please," was all
she said as Tommy stepped up behind her and eased his
hard and rigid pike into her dripping channel. The
woman was only 25, a high school beauty queen who had
married a successful broker right out of junior college
and found herself with a husband who worked 80 hours a
week and came home too tired for romance. She had worn
out three electric vibrators.
After she climaxed and collapsed, Tommy flipped her
over, stripped off her shirt so her could get at her
lovely little breasts and fucked her missionary style
while he savored her nipples and filled her with his
sperm. When they were done, she wobbled to the kitchen
and wrote him two fifty-dollar checks, backdating one.
'I'll be back when it needs cutting," he told her as he
left her at the kitchen table, naked and dripping with
his come, a happy smile on her lovely face.
***
The next day, he only had one woman to service but
three lawns to cut, but the day after that he was at
another cheerleader's home and her randy mother, the
girl's college-age sister and the young girl herself
all demanded his attention. It took more than two hours
but he was paid $150 for his efforts and left behind
three happy women and a carefully trimmed lawn behind.
That afternoon another young housewife hired him to do
her lawn and cut back some bushes. When he was about
half done, she appeared in some sort of tiny cotton
playsuit and decided to sun herself. She lay on her
stomach, peeled off her frilly top and called him over,
clippers in hand, dripping sweat and admiring her lean
body with its smooth muscles, mounded ass and trenched
spine. She was already golden tan with no signs of
strap mark paleness.
"Do my back, please,' she said, sitting up and holding
the scrap of patterned material to her full chest. "I
don't want to burn." She had a fine pair of boobs which
her parents had paid for when she was a freshman,
taking her from a 32 A to a 34 B. They were very firm
and shapely. She had wanted 36's but was now happy they
had compromised. They were easy to clothe and very
sensitive.
Tommy oiled her back carefully and wondered if she
needed more attention, his cock atremble. He went back
to his hedge clipping. When he was done, he found the
girl asleep on her stomach, head turned to the side,
mouth open. He shook her shoulder and she sat up
quickly blinking her eyes. Her bare breasts were right
in his face so he licked one nipple, noting the marks
the plastic straps had left on her pale skin.
"Hope I haven't burned," she said as he nibbled and
licked. 'I didn't mean to fall asleep."
Tommy turned his attention to her other tit, and she
seemed to notice what he was doing for the first time.
"Oh," said, her hand in his hair, "that feels good."
Tommy peeled off her buttoned shorts after she lay back
on the chaise and then he licked her slit and sucked at
her clit until she begged him to stop, leaking fluids.
"Put some more of that stuff on me," she asked, raising
one knee, her pink inner lips wet and glowing.
The boy oiled her golden skin from ankles to ears with
special attention to her mons, her belly and her
wonderfully resilient breasts. Then he peeled off his
shorts, got her legs up on his thighs and brought his
eager ram to her puckered lips.
"What are you doing?" she asked, blinking rapidly as he
got between her outer lips and ran his cockhead up and
down her slit.
"Don't you want to?" said Tommy, mystified.
She shook her head. "Uh, uh, I'm married." She bit her
lower lip. "Please stop." She looked all around and
pushed him away.
"OK," Tommy said, putting his eager ram out of sight
and ignoring his roiling balls. "I'm almost finished.
Just got bag up the clippings."
"Good," she said, closing her eyes but not her legs.
Tommy tried not to look at the naked woman and did his
job. When he was done and came back, he found her
asleep once more and admired her firm breasts and cute
pubic mound with its fuzzy nest of curls. He shook her
awake and she stood, pulled on her shorts and shrugged
into her top. He followed her into the house, tumescent
and confused.
"What do I owe you?" she asked as they stood inches
apart. Tommy could feel her skin radiating warmth.
"Twenty for the lawn and ten for the clipping," he
said.
"And how much for the body oiling?" She smiled at him,
her top unbuttoned and revealing her high silicone
breasts.
'It was a pleasure," the boy said.
They smiled at each other and the woman turned her head
a bit and kissed him on the mouth. He put his hands on
her hips and kissed her back. Their tongues mingled and
their bellies rubbed together.
When the mouths parted, she said, "I couldn't do it
outside. Someone might see." She tossed her top aside
and Tommy pulled off his shirt. 'But your hands were so
good, I just know you will be gentle." Her shorts fell
to the floor andTommy stripped off his shorts, boxers
and shoes. The woman backed up to a doorway and spread
her feet apart. She looked down at the long white rod
pointing up at her. "Ah," she said as its dark head
nudged her furry mound.
Tommy held her at the hips, bent his knees, stepped
closer and drove his cock almost straight up into her.
He missed on the first try but entered on the second
and filled her completely. She stopped breathing
normally and seemed to just exhale.
She lifted her legs above his hips, one by one, and
they rammed together in that doorway until Tommy came
for the first time, jolting them both.
Then she took him up to her bed, made him use a condom,
several condoms in fact, and spent more than an hour
finding out that he was hard to exhaust and easy to
stimulate.
"Next time," she said s she pushed him away, "next
time, I'll rest up and be ready for you. After all
you're a lot younger than I am. How old are you?"
"I'm thirteen," Tommy said. "I'll be fourteen next
month." He almost told her that he had skipped second
grade but decided it did not matter.
The woman fell back, giggling, and since he was still
hard, Tommy mounted her and slipped his unsatisfied and
unsheathed cock up into her sodden quim as he grasped
her hips. He lunged atop her until he came again and
then kissed her nipples and pulled his shaft out of her
quivering grip.
"See you next time," the boy said, picking up his
clothes.
"Wait," the woman said, getting to her wobbly legs, "I
didn't pay you. It was twenty and ten and how much for
the other, the oiling?"
"Up to you," he said and she followed him down the
stairs, naked, found her purse and gave him six
twenties, with various fluids flowing down the insides
of her trembling thighs.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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