Chapter 35: Jill Moreau Was Aware...

Jill Moreau was aware that making that very first masturbation video for Ray-Ray had altered her life. Had awakened a heightened sex drive that had lain somewhat dormant for years.

She wasn’t some breathless nympho who couldn’t wait for her daughter and husband to leave the house. But almost every weekday morning, she drove straight over to Ginny’s house for some fun and games.

Her undressing and allowing Ginny to play around had once been intermittent —based on mood and whimsy. Now it was an almost everyday occurrence. Jill simply stripped off her clothes and the two of them necked like teenagers. In the kitchen, on the couch, a couple of times even in Ginny’s bedroom.

Once, Tommy had stayed home from school with a tummy ache. Because he adored Jill so much, Ginny let him hang around and visit for a few minutes. Then, “Shoo. Off with you. Girl-talk time.”

As he was leaving, he grinned, “Is she your girlfriend yet, Mama?”

“Almost, honey, I’m working on her.”

“Good luck!”

Jill winked, ‘You’ll be the first to know, Tommy-Boy.”

A minute later, Ginny had her sitting on her lap, her back to Ginny’s front. As Jill felt her friend’s finger brush her clit, she whispered, “Will he come sneaking back?”

“Shh.”

Then, that afternoon, Ginny and Jill would drive to Danny Boy’s house for another Three Amiga’s get-together. Jill automatically undressed, and Denise or Ginny or both of them would play with her.

Jill understood, at some subliminal level, that she was enjoying her two girlfriends every bit as much, if not more, than Danny Boy. Of course for those times when Denise or Ginny touched her when she was being fucked ... well, that was the best of all.

On his own, Paulie Dubois called on Allie Petrie. She answered the door, a small smile on her face, “Janie and Susie send you here?”

“No ma’am. I came to ask a favor.”

“Well, come in, I’ll fix some tea. It’s so fucking hot even with this worthless air conditioner.”

She was wearing a flimsy, mid-thigh robe, obviously just thrown on. As they sipped tea, Paulie’s eyes kept darting to and away from her cleavage. Allie laughed, and tossed the robe, “It ain’t like you ain’t seen me like a million times.”

And fucked me twice, as well.

He squirmed in the kitchen chair. He had seen her naked — Saturday mornings on stage and all of those Tuesday nights at Contrary Mary’s. Still, being alone with her, in this sun-filled kitchen...

Allie winked, “Okay, Mystery Man, what’s the favor?”

“Um ... Mrs. Petrie, my mom ... she really likes Tee-Boy. And ... I was wondering ... I thought maybe ... Then it came out all in a rush, “Could he spend the night with us? My dad’s offshore and she’d sure like it if you’d...”

Allie laughed, “Does Fifi know you’re here, honey?”

“No ma’am. I mean, I didn’t know what you’d say. An’ I didn’t want her to get disappointed.”

Allie smiled kindly, “So Tee-Boy is her favorite?”

“Yes ma’am! An’ mine too. I’d rather suck him off than anyone, me.”

Allie felt a small rush of silly pride. “Well, let’s see, tonight is Friday so there’s no school to worry about. Tell you what, Paulie, have Tee-Boy back here by noon on Sunday, and he’s yours.”

Paulie gasped — better than he had hoped for. “Oh thank you, Mrs. Petrie, so much!”

Allie walked him to the door, still nude. “Honey?”

“Yes ma’am?”

“You should suck Tee-Boy off first thing. So he lasts longer for your sweet mama.”

Paulie blushed and beamed, “Yes ma’am, that was my plan, that was what I was hoping for. Thank you ma’am.”

Allie wandered back to her kitchen, picked up her cell, “Hi Janie, it’s Allie Petrie. I find I’m all alone tonight, wouldn’t mind some company.”

She listened for a moment, then giggled, “God, that sounds great. Three. And no, I don’t care who they are. Thanks, babe, I appreciate it.”

Janie turned to her sister, “Allie Petrie.”

Susie, ‘Huh, she doesn’t usually call, wonder what’s up? Tee-Boy must have other plans.”

“Allie’s crazy to let him get away when she’s in the mood.”

Susie nodded and used her index finger to make a circling motion around her ear.

So far as Jill knew, her 14-year old daughter was keeping her promise not to get knocked up. Jill told Ginny, “I don’t care who Kimmy sucks off. Or how many. Jess so long as she keeps her thighs together.”

Ginny nodded sympathetically, “At least my two can’t get pregnant.”

“You’re lucky there.”

Jill was lying back on Ginny’s kitchen table as her friend used both hands on her pussy. Jill shuddered to her first climax of the day. Impulsively, Ginny bent down and planted a kiss on her pussy.

Jill smiled, “That was sweet.”

Ginny bent down again; this time flicked her tongue out.

Jill whispered, “That was even sweeter.”

And that was the beginning. Ginny kissed her deeply, and kept the kiss going. Later as she left for Jill’s Junkyard, Ginny giggled, “I’ll have to tell Tommy when he gets home. He’ll be thrilled.”

Jill stood in the doorway looking thoughtful.

“What?”

Jill said, “You know how Kate’s been telling me I should dance one of these Saturdays?”

“You should, hon, you really should.”

“I wonder if pussy-licking has been what’s holding me back?”

“Huh.”

“Course I haven’t done it, not the licking part.”

Ginny grinned, “Not yet.”

“Maybe you better hold off on telling Tommy about us. Until ... you know.”

The John Lee Hooker Jack-Off Contest had one new rule this year. A rule that was universally popular with the cheering audience members. Previously, Harry Hebert, using a cordless mic, would call out the name of each contestant when his turn came. That boy would come out of the locker room, hustle up the steps, and trot to the free-throw line.

Depending on his looks, personality, popularity ... the cheers ranged from polite to enthusiastic.

This year, at Kate Broussard’s suggestion, all 44 naked boys would line up at mid-court waiting for their turn. It was a feast for the eyes and a marvelous photo/video opportunity for the students, teachers, and housewives of Sausalito.

Illegal? Of course. Immoral? Indubitably. Popular? Immensely. Not only were the lads stark fucking naked, but they were continually stroking their erections, staying hard for their turn at the free-throw line.

What about the boys themselves? Interestingly, most of them were veterans of the Saturday morning shows at Miss Kitty’s. So they were used to not only public nudity, but to jerking off in front of each other.

Admittedly, some were a little shy. Others were nervous because of the size of the audience. A few were mortified to have their own mothers there. And several had size-anxieties.

But, as the Calendar Girls had soon discovered, there was comfort in numbers. And, like those Calendar Girls, they drew upon the cheers, wolf-whistles, and applause. A few were exhibitionists anyway, and they reveled in the spotlight.

All in all, it was an impressive sight — and not just for the youngest girls either. The good housewives and mothers of Sausalito had all seen their share of boners over the years. But nothing like this. Stubby ones, skinny, long, short ... all pulsating with adolescent energy. Some hard-ons pointed straight out, others angled up. Three boys had boners that pointed straight up to the ceiling, parallel with their tummies.

One of the three was Tee-Timmy Picard. His proud mother, Suzanne, nudged her best friend, Christie Fontaine, “See, I tole you so.”

Christie nodded appreciatively, “I never seen one like that, it’s a beaut.”

Balls were noticed and commented on as well. Some were relatively tiny. Others, ponderous and swaying.

Interestingly, even though they were naked, the personality of some of the most popular boys shone through. An infectious grin, a cheeky hip-bump, a torso-swivel than sent a cock metronoming back and forth.

But, no surprise, most eyes, most of the time, were on Danny Boy Aubert. As far as Kate could determine, no one — not one Sausalito housewife — had seen a cock that remotely approached the sheer girth of Danny Boy’s.

Several boys had longer ones. A few had nice thick ones. But compared ... well more than one married woman thought to herself, “I’d do him. In a heartbeat.”

Christie echoed the sentiment. She whispered to Suzanne, “I’d fuck him. You?”

“God yes!”

The morning after Slim and CC had met with Alain and Bernadette Allard, she sent her son to the Bayou Bar & Bank before the sun had fully risen. “Bernadette is gonna be hot to see her video on that new phone, so she’ll drag Alain there first thing.”

CC was there waiting for them. He had loaded Alain’s cell with the video and photos of Bernadette. Had preprogrammed the key phone numbers into the Contact list. He added several music videos.

Slim said, “Include plenty of porn — outdoor sex, public sex.”

CC nodded, “Keep Bernadette thinking ‘bout Miss Kitty’s.”

Sabine said, “Throw in some of you an’ Slim fuckin’ an’ suckin’.”

Slim nodded, “Good idea, get Alain thinking ‘bout us. Maybe he’ll wanna do me. Or let CC at his mama.”

Sure enough, Bernadette scampered up the steps just as the sun was coming into view. CC knew how eager she was so he’d had Ray-Ray program her video and pictures to show on the flatscreen.

Bernadette was awestruck, couldn’t stop staring at herself. Alain smiled indulgently.

CC took him to a far railing to show him how to work the iPhone. As expected, he was quick on the uptake. As the two boys strolled around the bar while Alain practiced taking pictures and videos, Sinéad marveled at the two naked hunks.

Tan and slender, calm and composed, they could be models in magazines or in television. Each 14-year old boy had a nice-looking cock, nothing momentous, but they had handsome packages, no question. Slim kept CC bald, while Alain’s cock jutted out from a tight, curly patch of black hair.

They wandered over to Bernadette, who was openly fingering herself as she stared at her images on the screen. Sinéad smiled to herself as both boys grew erect at about the same time.

Then strolled around the bar, unconcerned with the looks they were drawing. Then Alain paused and shot a picture of CC. He smiled into the camera, then reciprocated, capturing a smiling Alain.

Sinéad came out from behind the bar and reached for the cell, “For your sweet mamas.”

CC and Alain smiled, put their arms around each other’s shoulders and posed in the slanting morning sun, their boners pointing skyward. Later she brought over three Dixies and they sat at a table, glancing occasionally at the still-rapt Bernadette.

The Babineaux twins drifted over, shy and giggly. CC made a show of standing and kissing their hands gallantly. Alain, smiling softly, followed suit.

Doris whispered in Sinéad’s ear. She translated, “You lads have free pussy on offer whenever you want it.” She turned to the girls to soften the blow, “But, alas, CC is working, and ye know how strict Slim Hebert is.”

Solemn nods.

“And Mr. Alain is here with his girlfriend.” She pointed to Bernadette.

Debbie whispered to Sinéad. “They want to know, Alain, do you intend to marry your girlfriend?”

Both lads had stayed erect. God, youth.

Alain placed his palms over the twins’ hands, “I asked Bernadette to marry me, but she turned me down.”

The twins gasped. Sinéad stood and took them by the hands, “Come on, lassies, back to your room. Mr. Romero won’t want ye lallygagging around all morning.”

Eventually Bernadette wandered over and joined them. Sinéad brought fresh beers. Bernadette smiled shyly at Alain, “I cum ‘bout 300 times, me.”

“That’s good, Mama, you know how I like you to cum.”

She looked at CC and nodded proudly, “He has me cum ever’ day, Alain. He likes the way my face looks.”

“That’s very kind of him, Bernadette.”

She looked back and forth from Alain’s hard-on to CC’s. Started to say something, then blushed, and thought better of it.

CC stood to leave. Smiled at Alain, “Me an’ Slim will come by to video you and Bernadette one of these mornings.”

Bernadette grinned.

CC scrolled through Alain’s new cell and handed it to Bernadette, “this is one of the first times Slim fucked me.”

As he left, Bernadette was openly masturbating as she stared at the small screen. Alain smiled indulgently.

On his way out, CC stopped by to smile at Sinéad, “I’m putting another five hundred in your Sabine account. Spread the word, fifty dollars to lick pussy.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.”

As she watched his tan buttocks twitch away, she wondered if the edict had come from Slim. Or if CC had just decided himself. Didn’t really matter much. These bayou girls were now so amenable to public performances that she doubted there’d be many, if any of them, who wouldn’t have her head buried between another one’s thighs. Fifty dollars.

Sinéad started drawing up a new chart. She’d make sure each girl would be licking a new pussy. She smiled to herself — CC would be pleased with her initiative.

Harry Hebert, clipboard in hand, stepped to the free-throw line. The audience quieted, then became totally silent. It was time.

As had been the case for years, she went in alphabetical order. As luck, or the Penis Gods, would have it, the first name she called was, “Danny Boy Aubert!”

Raucous cheers, whistles, foot-stomps.

He smiled widely, waved to the Three Amigas, and stepped up to the line. Adjusted his feet, got comfortable, and gripped the base of his cock with his left hand. The crowd stared as he increased the speed of his other hand. He continued smiling easily as he thrust his hips forward and began spurting.

Moments later, the judges, using a 12-foot Stanley tape measure, clocked the furthest reach of the furthest splatter. Harry made a notation on her official sheet and spoke into the mic, “Four-feet, eleven and one-half inches. Congratulations, Danny Boy. Very respectable.”

She turned to the still-avid audience, “A great start to the contest, but there is one remarkable sidebar.” She held the mic in front of the oldest of the three judges, 63-year old Margaret Dumont, “Talk to us, Mags.”

“Danny Boy Aubert shot off seven full globs of cum, the most I’ve seen in my 14 years of covering the Jack-Off Contest.”

More cheers. Danny Boy smiled and waved cheerfully.

Ginny and Denise grinned and nudged Jill. She felt a shot of pride, and thought, “Seven spurts. I’ve swallowed seven spurts and more several times.”

The audience, well versed in the history of the contest, knew that Danny Boy’s distance — almost five feet —, while impressive, wouldn’t be a winner. Last year’s record-setting performance — 5’ 8 1/4” by Tommy Benoit — probably wouldn’t be matched. But anything under five feet, while certainly respectable, probably wouldn’t be in the top ten.

The eight cheerleaders, in their short, pleated skirts, took turns carefully wiping up all the cum with a white towel. The rules were clear — the black free-throw lane had to be completely dry as each boy stepped up for his turn.

Right before Tee-Boy left for Fifi, his mother smiled, “Paulie’s in love with you. You know that right?”

“Yeah, I kind of figured.”

“But what’s more interesting is I think that Fifi is falling for you too. I mean she loves the sex, but I think it might be more than that.”

Tee-Boy brightened, “Really?”

“Pretty sure. You wanna have some fun with her tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, once you got her in bed...”

Tee-Boy listened avidly. Took it in and thought about it. “You think?”

Allie grinned, gave his bulge a squeeze, “One way to find out.”

The Three Amigas met at Ginny’s house on a Sunday morning. A weekend first for them, as they usually got together at Denise’s. But now it was time to try to implement Denise’s plan for Ronnie Dumont. They were hopeful, but not overly confident. A 16-year-old boy was a 16-year-old boy.

Danny Boy was off with Ray-Ray, who was teaching him about photography and film editing. Tommy, Ginny’s younger son, had been told to stay away from home that morning. Ginny had told him, “I’ll explain later.”

“Okay, Mama.” He was the obedient one.

As they visited, Ginny said, “Are you sure you want to do this, Denise?”