He sat in the chair at the foot bed and watched the young man's penis thrust in and out of his wife. He saw the sheen of perspiration on his thighs from the exertions but this was how his wife liked it, long, hard and deep. The thrusting became more frantic and his wife screamed as she felt the hot sperm flood her vagina.
He bid the young man farewell and watched as he disappeared into the elevator. Closing the door he heard that she was already running the bath and his erection twitched with excitement.
He enjoyed these hotel meetings, she liked to be fucked by virile, young men, he liked to watch and afterwards she would finish him off in a way that provided his fondest memories and most powerful ejaculations. Other than this their marriage was quite ordinary.
He sat in the tub and she began to masturbate him with soapy hands that knew exactly how he liked it. He laid back, closed his eyes and thought of Lillian.....
The drunk driver veered across the road and hit his parents' car head-on killing them both. There were no relatives and the will was clear; Lillian, the lifelong friend of his mother, became his legal guardian. Money was not an issue, the insurance and sale of the house provided him with a secure financial future and was held in trust until his twenty-first birthday. Lillian received a generous stipend for his care.
She lived in a ranch house on thirty acres; it was surrounded on three sides by a large veranda, there was a barn, stables with a large paddock where Lillian kept two horses and several smaller buildings. She worked from home, writing mystery books for which she was well known.
He had always been a quiet, shy kid who preferred his own company and was seen as immature by his peers. He had known Lillian all of his life but spent most of his time with the horses where he discovered a great affinity and understanding for them. Slowly, he adjusted to life without parents and he found a friend in Andy, the kid from the next house, about a mile down the road.
Bill was Lillian's boyfriend and sometimes he stayed overnight. He liked Bill and looked forward to their time together. One night he woke with a start and peered at his luminous watch. It glowed 11:17 and he just was about to roll over when he heard voices coming from outside. He listened intently then decided to investigate. He climbed out of the window and crept silently around the veranda. He stopped at Lillian's window and realised the voices came from her bedroom.
What are they doing up so late he thought as he looked at his watch again....11:20! He peered through the window that Lillian always left open on these summer nights and only just stopped from crying out. Bill was standing naked beside the bed; he could see his erection sticking out from his body and saw Lillian walk naked to him and sit down. He wanted to run but couldn't make his legs move; he was riveted to the spot. He stared at her breasts and felt the funny sensation between his legs that he didn't quite understand. Lillian's hand was now on Bill's cock and she rubbed it back and forth. He moved his hand into his pyjamas and touched his own hardness, suddenly he felt a warm sensation come over him and his hand became all sticky. He rushed back to his room, scared, excited, confused and full of strange emotions.
Back in his room he checked his hand and then between his legs. Everything seemed alright. He cleaned himself, put on fresh pyjamas and got back into bed. His heart began to return to something near normal and he reviewed in his mind what he has just witnessed. It was certainly exciting and he couldn't forget the thrill he felt when that stuff spurted from his dick. He unbuttoned his pyjama top and pulled down the bottoms. He looked down at his groin and he was growing hard again as he thought of Lillian's breasts and her hand on Bill's dick. He had no idea at this time that he was very well endowed; he knew his was bigger than Andy's since the first time they had skinny-dipped in the pond behind his pal's place. Andy had even commented that he had a whopper and wanted to look at it longer than he was comfortable with. His hand moved down and he took hold of his penis and copied what he had seen Lillian do to Bill. It felt good when he thought of Lillian naked and he came quickly, splashing the white liquid all over his belly and neck. He cleaned himself up again and put his pyjamas on again. He lay on his back and thought what a great new toy he had found and drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
He awoke the next morning and his cock was stiff again. He stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and looked at his erection as it twitched up and down. He experimented jerking it at different speeds and angles, finding new ways to pleasure himself before spurting his load onto the mirror.
That summer and fall, until it was too cold to leave the windows open, were the most exciting of his young life. Whenever Bill stayed over he would creep over and watch them. He saw them doing lots of things that got him very excited, sometimes so excited he masturbated at the window and ejaculated onto the veranda. When this happened he would eat breakfast as fast as he could and excuse himself so he could clean up the mess. By fall he was an expert masturbator; he would lie on his bed or sometimes go into the barn and imagine he was doing to Lillian what he had witnessed Bill doing. He fantasized feeling her breasts and putting his more than generous equipment between her legs and wondered what it would feel like. As the next few years passed his fantasies grew to include girls at school, teachers and mothers of classmates, women he saw at the mall and in magazines. In fact, he found any attractive female fair game for his imaginings. He had girlfriends but, as yet, his sex life had never progressed beyond solitary masturbation and Lillian remained his most frequently used image.
