Chapter 171: Clifford Dupuis, 14, a Person of Interest...

Alice Dupuis was the very first Sausalito woman to enjoy Bayou Bar cock. Initially, she had gone down to the Cajun Bayous to watch the live sex shows. After her first time, she became a regular. In addition, was openly proud of her son, Clifford. Alice didn’t make a big deal of it, but she basked in the comments from her girlfriends.

For her very first visit to the bayous, Alice had brought her best friend, Susanna Surette, along. And Susanna’s son, Theodore. The boys, both 14, were practically hyperventilating with excitement. First pussy!

As everyone undressed — Alice cheerfully; Susanna shyly — they checked the boys out. Susanna caught her breath when Clifford slid his underwear off. Alice smiled to herself.

Later, as they watched their sons enjoying the very first fuck of their young lives, Susanna marveled to her friend, “That there’s the fattest cock I ever seen.” Clifford.

Alice just shrugged, “It’s a nice one.”

Susanna continued to stare. The object under discussion wasn’t that long — about 5-inches. But she had been right — it was a fat one.

By her second visit, Susanna had overcome her shyness and now simply enjoyed the show along with Alice. Massages at Cunts Corner, cold beer, naked boys, friendly Cajun women cheerfully getting fucked. What’s not to like?

And those Cajun mamas were too polite to make a big deal out of fucking Clifford. But in their innate courtesy, each did him just once. It became a quiet badge of honor to score the fattest cock they’d ever seen — so they let a different girl have him every time.

For many of these city mamas, peak time was after school had let out and before hubby came home from work. Most of the men had no idea how often his family was visiting the bayous. They were aware, and proud, that their little studs were getting some pussy — they wished the program had been in place when they were teenagers.

But as to the sheer number of trips — clueless.

It was a Monday afternoon when Sinéad approached Alice and Susanna in Cunts Corner. “Carole Landry has initiated a new policy, hasn’t she just.”

Alice grinned — if Carole was involved, it was something naughty, “Oh, what’s that, Sinéad?”

“Herself looked around and asked herself, “Why should the city boys be having all the fun?”

Alice laughed delightedly, “Yes!”

Susanna was a little slower, “What?”

Sinéad made a sweeping gesture to the crowd, “Help yourself, ladies.”

Moments later, Alice was lying on her back, grinning up at Sinéad, “Now what?”

“Why ye have the pick of the litter, do ye not? Just point at the wee lad you want first.”

First. That told Alice everything she needed to know — she could have as many of them as she wanted. It was like opening a box of assorted chocolates — take your pick.

There were 20, maybe 30, eager, grinning boys standing around the bed. Alice thought: I’ll do 3, maybe 4, depending on how long they last.

Susanna watched with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and a touch of envy, as her friend fingered her clit as she was being fucked.

Susanna waited until the next day before she lay down on a bed herself. She first made sure that Theodore was enjoying his own pussy on the other side of the deck.

Then, the very next day, she no longer cared if he was watching — she was hooked.

Every city mama who was taking her son to the bayous soon learned about the new perk. But it was Alice and Susanna who were the most vocal champions as they spread the Gospel of Cajun Cock.

Sinéad added two more beds, for a total of six. But that was hardly enough to meet the burgeoning demand. She instituted a Good Neighbor Policy — every woman who made her bedroom available to the visitors was paid $5 a day.

These new hostesses cheerfully ferried city girls back and forth in their little Jon boats for as long as it took.

And having those other locations meant that some of the shyest city girls could now get fucked without having to worry about their sons watching. They were in the minority though.

The more common attitude was something like, “I’ve watched Junior empty his balls, I don’ know how many times. So, he wants to watch me? So what?”

Sinéad explained to Carole, “Sorry, luv, I can’t film everyone. There are too many going on at the same time — it’s only the five cameras we have.”

“I understand — no problem.”

“So, I keep up my trusty chart, do I not? I have my girls film the city moms we don’t already have on file.”

“Perfect.”

Kate was delighted as new city girls were added to her archive of fuck-tapes.

Ray-Ray was overwhelmed with his editing chores, so Kate had him take a week off from school. The sex-library now took precedence over history and geography.

Again, it had been Carole’s idea. Send a tape of each girl to that girl. But, also include tapes of her son. Plus her closest girlfriends.

Each video was approximately one-minute long. Professionally edited in Ray-Ray’s meticulous way to ensure each girl looked good. He deleted any unflattering frames and put together a sexy little masterpiece.

Carole told Kate, “There’s no way that those tapes don’t get leaked. Not with that many copies floating around.”

Susanna Surette’s video was typical. She had been filmed out on the deck, in bright sunshine. Three different boys did her. Ray-Ray featured two things — her eagerness as she reached up to each boy. And her orgasm with each of them.

Packaged into a one-minute video, it portrayed her as beautiful and sexy. As a bit slutty — three boys, one after the other. She was a woman in full bloom — healthy and horny and eager to cum.