The Education of Mrs. Connors

"Yes," Peggy answered, "I just forgot to eat breakfast today. I'll be fine, thanks."

The sermon had a powerful effect, and Peggy was now once again determined to end her affair with Kenny. As much as she had enjoyed it, the minister was right. Adultery was simply wrong. Driving home, she wondered how the young boy would react.

Realizing she had to do it quickly, Peggy called him into the house and asked him to sit down.

"Now, Kenny," she said, sitting opposite him," please don't interrupt me. I know I've been a bit strange lately. I've been under a lot of stress, you see. And as much as I like you, I can't help but thinking that what we're doing is just wrong. I'm married. You're just eighteen. We can never really be together. We're just sex partners. When you came to my rescue that first afternoon, I needed somebody badly. And this morning, I was just feeling sorry for myself, and I used you to fix it. But we can't go on. Do you understand?"

"No," Kenny said. "No, I don't. Basically, you're saying that you can have whatever you want. When you need something, it's okay for you to use it and then throw it away. Friday night, you need sex. Where's Kenny? Saturday, let's break up. Sunday, you need fucking again. Where's Kenny? My feelings apparently don't matter."

Peggy stared at the newly assertive youth.

"As I see it, here are the facts," Kenny continued. "Number one, you're married. So unless you want a divorce where you can kiss this nice house goodbye, you're already in deep shit."

Peggy's eyes opened wide.

"Two, you don't want to fuck me right now, but you're too much of a slut to stick with that," Kenny said. "Three, I'm going to be working here all summer. And four, I'm not going to do a very good job if I'm always tense. Am I right so far?"

"Yes," Peggy swallowed.

"Okay, so here's the deal. I'm not entirely blameless here. I was out of line Friday night. So we won't have sex unless you want to. But whatever else I want, a blow job, a tit fuck, whatever, I get. I don't let your husband or my dad know, and you get to keep your legs closed . . . if you want to. Summer's over, I'll go to school, we'll part as friends. Are we agreed?"

Peggy knew he had her. Her marriage, and the house and lifestyle that went with it, wouldn't survive Kenny's revelations. And her standing in the community wouldn't survive it, either. She looked at Kenny pleadingly, but the young man was resolute.

"Agreed," she sighed.

"Good," Kenny said brusquely.

He slipped one hand inside of her dress and underneath her bra. She gasped as he found her right nipple and pinched it, forcing her to her knees.

"Blow me," Kenny ordered. Peggy reached for the zipper.

Chapter Three

Donna was in a bitchy mood when she slammed the door shut behind her. The flight home had seemed painfully long, and the weather-induced layover in Miami hadn't helped.

But worst of all, it was only Wednesday afternoon. Who'd have thought the bastard would have such a small prick, she thought, and even worse, no idea at all what to do with it. Well, at least I got the first flight out on Monday.

Throwing her bags down in the front hall, Donna went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. As she raised the glass to her lips, though, she glanced out her back window.

Her young nephew Ken was sitting on the edge of the pool with his back to the house, leaning back and taking in the sun. Donna licked her lips and hurried upstairs. It certainly hadn't escaped her notice that Ken was completely naked, and the sight of his well-muscled ass was enough to make her want to see more.

Donna had always suspected that her sister's husband was well-hung, and she hoped that the boy had his father's genes. But what she saw when she arrived at her bedroom window surprised her even more.

"Peggy!" she gasped.

There was her oh-so-proper neighbor Peggy standing in the shallow end of the pool, dressed in a white half-bra, her head riding Kenny's cock like it was a merry-go-round.

"You little bitch," Donna said to herself, smiling admiringly at Peggy's loving work. When Peggy pulled her lips off of Kenny's prick and began to focus her attentions on the youngster's balls, though, Donna's look turned from admiration to envy.

"Fuck!" Donna gulped. "I haven't seen a dick that big since Captain Bill."

She smiled at her fond memory of the airline pilot, and suddenly remembered her video equipment. Wouldn't that be a kick? she thought. She quickly set the equipment up as Peggy went back to work on Kenny's cock.

Donna saw Kenny talking as his older lover performed, and found herself wishing she could hear what he was saying.

One of the flaws of Donna's equipment had been its inability to pick up sound, since she'd never managed to wire her bedroom for sound. She smiled to herself though, as she realized that she was not merely the director of her present film, but could also be the narrator.

Donna began her film by focusing on her own immaculately maintained flower beds, Kenny's rake and hoe lying neatly in front of them.

"The day's work is done," she whispered into the microphone. "The youthful gardener has carried out the orders of the lord of the manor and laid down his tools for the day. Now it's time to use a different tool, and time to put his lord's beautiful mistress under his own orders."

The camera swung to reveal Peggy in full fellatio, her beautiful cheeks hollowed out as she stretched her lips to swallow the young man's massive organ to the hilt. Donna continued her narration.

"'Suck my cock, Lady Peggy,' young Kenneth orders, reveling in his own chance to play the master. Lady Peggy's lord is often away on business of state, and Lady Peggy gets lonely in the stately house. She eagerly obeys her young lover's commands, licking and slurping at his huge organ. Her large, milky white breasts heave under the thin fabric hugging them to her chest. She can feel the cock grow even harder.

"'You're doing such an excellent job, Lady Peggy,' he continues, holding her hair. 'You seem to like serving even more than being served.'

"Lady Peggy continues to bob up and down, her eyes betraying her forbidden wish to have her will bent to that of the young master."

Donna watched as the muscles in Kenny's back tightened, a sign that her young nephew was about to shoot his wad. Would Peggy swallow it? she wondered, her eyes glued to the scene.

"Kenneth holds Lady Peggy's head in place as his young cock explodes inside her mouth. The glamorous noblewoman gives in to her basest desires, swallowing every drop of the precious fluid which pours from the thick rod in her mouth."

Finally, Donna couldn't stand it any longer. Leaving her video equipment running, she hurried back to her bedroom.

Outside, Peggy finally pulled her mouth off of Kenny's cock.

Fuck, she thought, it's still hard. It wasn't too surprising, though. After giving Kenny a blow job on Sunday after church, Peggy had seen little of the youngster until that very afternoon, when he had "asked" her to appear at the pool dressed in a lacy demi-cup bra and an almost non-existent white G-string that he'd brought with him. Kenny got to his feet and reached down, grabbing Peggy's wrists and effortlessly pulling her up to stand in front of him.

"Time for some sun," he said, sitting down on one of the long chairs surrounding Donna's pool. Peggy took the adjacent chair, lying down on her stomach in order to tan her next-to-naked ass. She slowly began to relax as the warmth dried off the pool water and seeped into her body.

"Is this a private party, or is anyone invited?"

The voice of a third person jolted both Peggy and Ken.

"Aunt Donna!" Ken cried, alarmed that his aunt, his step-mother's sister, had caught him in flagrante delicto, at her own pool, and with her neighbor.

Peggy's initial panic had subsided. Turning her head, she saw that Donna, dressed in the briefest black string bikini, was clearly interested in more than the use she and Kenny had been making of the pool. The blonde's eyes were locked on the youngster's still erect cock, her moist lips parted.

"Bad trip?" Peggy asked calmly.

"I'd've been better off staying here," Donna said hungrily. "Much better off."

Before her nephew could react, Donna threw one leg over the chair, her back to his face.

"Like I said before," she said throatily, "is this an open party?" Donna reached down and undid the strings on her bikini, throwing the thin piece of fabric aside. Peggy watched Kenny's eyes widen as his aunt's shapely ass settled down on his washboard stomach.

"I haven't had a real cock all month," Donna groaned, taking Kenny's organ in both hands. She slid down Kenny's stomach and pressed his cock against her wet slit.

Kenny looked over at Peggy and smiled. He slowly reached up and tugged the strings on Donna's bra. The blonde's tits burst free of their containment.

"Naughty nephew," Donna teased, squeezing her boobs between her upper arms as she continued to rub Kenny's cock against her wetness. "OH!"

Donna felt Kenny's strong pull on her bikini strings. Before she knew it, she was laying back on her nephew's chest, feeling his strong, young hands massaging her firm, ripe titflesh.

"Oh, yesssss," Donna purred, writhing with pleasure. "Fuck my pussy, Kenny. Oh, please, Kenny, fuck me!"

Donna finally couldn't take any more delay. Reaching down, she guided Kenny's missile into her sopping wet cunt.

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned. "Sweet Jesus, what a big cock! Ooooh, yessssss!"

Kenny raised himself slightly off of the chair and began to flex his powerful abs, sliding his dick slowly in and out of his aunt's box. The blonde went wild, moaning wordlessly as she got one of the best fuckings of her life.

Peggy looked on as Kenny continued to ravish her neighbor. The brunette knew from personal experience how long Kenny could hold back his eruption. And since she'd drained his cock no more than ten minutes ago, Peggy knew that Donna was in for a nice, long ride.

After Donna had experienced her fifth and noisiest climax of the afternoon, though, the blonde was spent. Her limp body had long since stopped trying to keep pace with her nephew's thrusts.

Donna wasn't sure she could take much more, and she knew her cunt muscles weren't up to the task of giving her nephew the release he needed.

"Fuck . . ." she whispered between gasps, "fuck me in the ass . . ."

Kenny suddenly stood up, his grip on Donna's waist holding the blonde against him. Peggy watched in amazement as he stepped away from the chair and laid Donna's torso on a waist-high picnic table, the older woman's legs splayed wildly on the ground as her breasts were pressed flat against the glass table top.

Donna groaned as Kenny pulled out of her, and then whimpered when she felt his big prick slide between the cum-soaked cheeks of her ass and press against her asshole.

"Want it in the back door, Aunt Donna?" Kenny asked.

"Yes," Donna nodded, reaching back to slap her quivering right buttock with her hand, "fuck me in the ass!"

The youngster's dick was coated with the viscous fluids of Donna's spending, and after the head pushed through the tiny opening, it slid easily inside the blonde's ass.

"Oh, God," moaned Donna, "come in my ass."

She didn't have to wait long. Her tight rectum soon began to milk Kenny's cock.

Kenny smiled as his cock finished filling his aunt's ass. Finally, he pulled out, his long dick finally limp.

"Very nice, Aunt Donna," he smirked, slapping his aunt on the rump. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna borrow your shower."

Kenny picked up his clothes and headed into the house. As soon as he was inside, Peggy helped her friend into one of the chairs.

"God," panted the sweating blonde, "what a fucking horse! Were you doing that all weekend while I was gone?"

"Actually," Peggy blushed, "we started before you'd left."

"Shit," Donna sighed. The blonde quickly fell asleep, and Peggy soon joined her.

The two women awoke later to find a fully dressed Kenny standing over them, a flower in each hand.

"Ladies," he said, bowing to each and handing each a flower, "if you'll excuse me, I have to head home. I had a lovely afternoon."

"Me, too," Donna purred.

Peggy lowered her eyes and blushed again as Kenny headed for his truck.

Donna had a big grin on her face as she waited for Peggy by the pool the next morning. Even though it was Kenny's day off, the brunette had dressed to kill, wearing a shimmery electric green maillot that emphasized both her ample breasts and her long legs.

"Hello, slut," Donna laughed.

"Hello, yourself," Peggy smiled, sitting down next to her. "Aunt slut."

"So tell Aunt Slut everything," Donna said.

Peggy related the whole story, leaving out only the part where she'd been in Donna's bedroom, watched her tape, and masturbated herself before borrowing Donna's black sheath -- thank God I returned it the next day, she thought -- and Kenny's blackmail.

"God damn, girl," Donna laughed, "wasn't it just last week you were complaining about not getting laid enough? Sounds like you've more than made up for it."

"What about you?" Peggy teased. "You race back from a weekend with one guy and immediately jump on another one. What happened anyway? And aren't you worried about your sister and brother-in-law?"

"As to the first, let's just say that every time you got fucked last weekend you got more than twice as much as I did," Donna said. "And as to the second, yes. I couldn't help myself. I saw you sucking him off in the pool and when you finished and he was still hard, and you weren't fucking him, well, I saw my chance. I just hope Kenny will want to keep it between us. Between the three of us, at any rate."

Like Peggy, Donna had caught herself before she blurted out her own secret. When she had returned to her room after Kenny had left, Donna had slipped the tape out of her taping equipment and eagerly put it in her VCR. Her eyes had widened in horror as she saw a closeup of Kenny's limp penis, and then heard his voice.

"Hi, Aunt Donna," he had said, emphasizing their relationship. "Remember this? I noticed your equipment after I took my shower, and I was impressed. I was also impressed with your performance on the tape. So much so, in fact, that I decided to keep it for myself. And since you were so impressed with my equipment, I'm making you another tape. I'll talk to you soon, and I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you this summer. Oh, and don't worry, when the summer's over, I'll let you have it back."

The tape quickly faded away, leaving Donna stunned. In one day, Kenny had gained leverage over her that no man had ever had. Her sister would tell her mother, and there would go her share of her father's trust fund. Shit, she thought, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Donna noticed that Peggy was still staring at her.

"You won't say anything, will you?" Donna asked quietly, holding out her hand.

"Me?" Peggy laughed softly as she accepted Donna's hand. "We're practically co-conspirators."

Donna got up and squeezed in beside the brunette, the two women hugging each other in mutual support. Squeezed into the tight chair, each felt the beating of the other's heart quicken through her well-fleshed breasts.

"Donna . . ." Peggy whispered.

"Shut up," the blonde answered firmly, pressing her lips against Peggy's. Peggy froze, and then gave in. She sucked Donna's tongue as the blonde pushed it deep into her mouth, and then the two traded places, Peggy thrusting her tongue between Donna's perfect teeth.

"Oh, God," Donna cried as she felt Peggy's cloth-covered pubic mound press wantonly against her own.

"Come on," she panted, jumping to her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Let's go inside."

Taking Peggy by the hand, Donna quickly led her up to her bedroom. Just before she reached the waterbed, she turned, and the two women's lips met once again.

In the heat of the kiss, Peggy felt Donna's hands slide up her back and pull the shoulder straps of her swimsuit down. She quickly returned the favor, untying the bra of Donna's swimsuit, and when the two women finally broke their kiss, they stepped back to pull the thin strips of cloth that separated them aside.

"You do have nice tits," Donna said admiringly.

"Thanks, twin," Peggy answered, since Donna's breasts matched her own perfectly. She gently pushed her boobs against Donna's, causing the blonde to sit back on the waterbed. Donna eyes were now level with the tops of Peggy's breasts, and the brunette could feel her friend's hot breath.

"Kiss them," Peggy murmured.

Donna licked her lips as she wrapped her arms around Peggy's waist. Finally, she extended her tongue to touch the brunette's already distended right nipple.

"Oh, yes," Peggy purred. She reached forward, entwining her hands Donna's blonde tresses, and pulled her lover even closer. Donna obediently sucked Peggy's nipple into her mouth, even as she continued to rub it with the tip of her tongue.

"Suck my tit," Peggy moaned. She was hot now, and not just from Donna's sucking, even though the blonde had now worked her way over to Peggy's left nipple and was giving it the same treatment. In addition, the blonde's right hand had slid up Peggy's thigh and was caressing Peggy's mound through the thin fabric of her maillot. Peggy reached down and began to massage Donna's breasts, abandoning herself to the electric stimulation of Donna's talented tongue and lips.

Finally, Peggy realized she was being selfish. She reached down and pushed Donna onto her back.

"Now it's my turn," she said, her voice an octave deeper than normal.

Donna smiled lasciviously as Peggy hooked her hands in the waistband of the blonde's skimpy bikini bottom and tugged it down her hips. Raising her hips, Donna felt the warm fabric slide down her ass, and then felt the cool air-conditioned air against her tuft of sparse, blonde pubic hair. She trembled as Peggy slowly slipped the bikini down her legs and then dropped it on the floor.

"Spread your legs, you hot little slut," Peggy urged. Donna did as she was told. She stiffened as she felt Peggy's hands support her thighs and then felt her hot breath between her legs.

"Mmmmm," Peggy murmured as she tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to Donna's slit. "You're already soaked."

"Eat me," whispered the blonde.

Peggy chuckled softly and then pressed her lips to Donna's cleft. The blonde moaned as Peggy's tongue began its first forays into the unknown territory of another woman's cunt. She was soon attacking the blonde with enthusiasm, the sensations churning in her own pussy guiding her efforts.

"Oh, Jesus," Donna moaned as Peggy's tongue found her sensitive clit for the first time. "Oh, God, Peggy . . . you're . . . incredible!"

Peggy was sure that Donna had done this before (after all, she'd done everything else), and the blonde's praise was thus doubly welcome. Peggy let go of Donna's legs and reached up to knead her neighbor's fleshy globes. Donna didn't need the support anyway; her thighs were locked around Peggy's head, holding her tightly in place.

Donna squirmed on the bed as Peggy continued to lick up and down the length of her gash. Finally, when the brunette pursed her lips and sucked Donna's erect clitoris inside, the blonde exploded.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" she screamed, nearly crushing Peggy's head with her legs. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!"

Donna came twice more before Peggy finally decided to stop, and when the brunette climbed up on the bed, Donna clung to her like a long-lost lover.

"That was the best I've ever had," Donna said truthfully. "And I'll bet you never made love to another woman before, did you?"

Peggy smiled.

"You're the first," she admitted.