Natural Erections Ch. 02

Chapter 2 -- Katherine's parents

Mike and Paulo came around the corner and stopped dead in their tracks. They were feeling the loss of Katherine and were more than conscious how full their balls were; not that their balls were really over full of unejaculated semen because physiologically that is not how it works at all but they felt like that. They were certainly missing the regular emptying that had been going on up until then. And had Katherine made sure they were emptied!

What they saw was Mrs Jessop lying in the full early morning sun without a swimsuit, without a dress, without shorts and a blouse or actually anything. She was reading a book and, with her knees a little drawn up and they coming upon her with her feet towards them; they did not just see a fine pair of rather flattened breasts complete with coal black areolae, but a great mass of crinkly black hair, a very clear set of labia major as black as her areolae and the most inviting looking pink labia minora poking out like little petals from the darker, plump outer lips. Their eyesight was good -- they did not miss any of that. Her body ample but not fat, nor betraying any middle-aged spread. Very fuckable. They stared, both thinking just that, despite the woman being twice their age. They were almost staring at, and, indeed, would have been had her thighs been further apart, where babies come from and, more specifically, where the girl they had been fucking not three days before, had first appeared.

A cough indicated they were not alone in their ogling. Perhaps the other man was not actually ogling, given he would have seen naked Mrs Jessop not a few times before. The lads had not seen Mr Jessop Jnr. but he had seen them.

Mike was quick, "Sorry, sorry. Bit unexpected." They backed away and then they realised Mrs Jessop was not the only person naked there, Mr Jessop had not a stitch on either!

Mr Jessop smiled at their confusion, "We like a bit of sunbathing. Hope it doesn't bother you lads.

"No, no, natural, your place and all that. In fact, before you came, we..."

Paulo felt Mike was bumbling with too much information. "Before Katherine came," Paulo added, "not when she was here." He was about to add 'of course' but realised too much protestation might indicate guilt. Paulo moved the emphasis. "We worked like that sometime. Meant we didn't get paint on our clothes. Washes off skin easily enough, bit of a scrub."

"Some parts you wouldn't really want to scrub!" Mr Jessop Jnr.'s face broke into a great big grin, "it would have been a bit unfortunate if you managed to dip your cock in the paint tin coming down the ladder or something."

A laugh from Mrs Jessop. She had been listening.

Paulo swallowed. The casual use of the word 'cock' particularly in front of Mrs Jessop seemed rather to add to the embarrassment and sexuality of the situation. It drew attention not so much to Mr Jessop's very visible cock hanging there to his front, but Mike and his cocks within their shorts.

"Don't mind us," added Mr Jessop, "be as free as we are. Work as naked as you like. It is a shame there's no swimming pool here. It really is so much better swimming without shorts. No drag."

"So easy to just go in when you want to. No bother of getting into a swimming costume when all hot. Just slip or dive in. But... no pool." Mrs Jessop was joining in and it meant the boys had to look at her whilst she was speaking. She was sitting up, her big breasts so much larger than when lying down. So big, such dark nipples.

"Perhaps an infinity pool on the edge of the valley drop," went on Mr Jessop, "but of course there is all the maintenance and this place is just not set up for that. No pool service firm. I suggested to Dad time and time again, but he just says the river is fine. And it is. Have you been there?"

River, what river? "No, we haven't left the villa." There had, indeed, been sufficient provisions in the freezer and they had no car. There was no need to mention their limited naked (erect) walks along the track with Katherine, both at night and in the day.

"We'll take you this afternoon."

"Oh, that was a sight."

"Sure was -- and I don't mean Mr Jessop!"

"Very fuckable. Like her daughter. I don't normally, or ever, go for older women but I could, couldn't you?"

"I think we might be seeing quite a bit of Mrs Jessop -- I know we've seen most but I mean on a regular basis."

"Can't really wank if she sees us."

"But if we hid."

"My balls are certainly full enough. Need emptying."

"Swollen?"

"Feels like the stuff is sloshing around!"

"What if we're caught peeking?"

"I know. We did it with Katherine under the bushes."

"Yeah, her weeing. Didn't see that again."

"We didn't like to suggest that."

"No, more's the pity but... we did so much else."

The lads certainly saw quite a bit of Mrs Jessop that very afternoon. A pleasant drive down into the valley, a bit of a track and then a short walk. A river indeed. Something the lads had not expected. A flowing river, though nothing like it might be in the winter months. Perhaps stream might have been a better description, but it flowed and there were pools. They and the stream were sparkling, there was nothing stagnant and unappetising about it. Around them the sound of the cicadas, above them the barren hills rising, here and there old olive and carob trees giving shade. It was anything but how a spot like that would have been back home - not that it would have been so arid and baking hot. It would certainly have been a lot greener. No big car park with a ticket machine, no row upon row of cars, no ice-cream van, no sound of laughing and splashing children. There were no cars or people there at all. Completely deserted but for the four of them -- three men and one woman.

Away from the villa the lads had been expecting swimming costumes to be worn but not a bit of it. By a pool Mr Jessop just stripped off and slid into the water. The lads did not quite know where to look and very deliberately turned as if looking at the scenery.

"Bliss!" he called. "Come on in."

And it was obvious the lads were expected to follow suit. They had expected just to leave their ordinary shorts on. They were without swimming trunks; had not brought them with them to the villa - why would they? There was no pool there. Really there was nothing for it, despite Mrs Jessop looking on.

If she had not been there it would have been just men together. No different from the changing room or showers but by the river there was Mrs Jessop sitting on a rock and watching.

"Just do it," whispered Mike. And they did. As casual as anything. Tee shirts off over their heads, pants and shorts down in one, and they walked as casually as they could, trying to give the impression it was no big deal for them, towards the pool, so conscious Mrs Jessop was watching, so conscious of how their soft penises were flopping from side to side as they walked. It was a relief to get into the pool and effectively 'hide.' It was lovely in the water and there was enough water to swim properly. Somewhat like a group of men at a swimming hole, bare bottoms swimming around... only there were not just men there.

A glance back and there was Mrs Jessop, once more completely naked and now getting into the pool with them. The lads were seeing her naked once more. In the pool it was all lovely, the water cool and sparkling. It was hardly noticeable no one had anything on once in the water -- except if Mrs Jessop stood up. Mike and Paulo even walked up the stream a little to get to the next pool, the usual instinct for exploration not lost on the lads. No real difference from when they were seven or ten.

They were watched on their return. And walking down the stream, occasionally having to put out hands to steady themselves there was nothing they could do about their nakedness.

"Do you think Mrs Jessop likes seeing us like this?"

She was clearly watching.

"Would have thought so. I'm sure if we were a couple of Katherine's female friends Mr Jessop would be very pleased to watch."

"Don't mention Katherine or other naked girls. I don't want to present Mrs Jessop with an erection right now."

"Mega embarrassment. What would Mr Jessop say?

What he did say was to suggest the boys might like to take a longer walk up stream. "You should have kept walking," he said. He explained it was very beautiful particularly where the stream went through a gorge. "You won't meet anybody."

It was obvious from his last statement Mr and Mrs Jessop had done the walk themselves and done it in a naturistic way. It rather implied Mike and Paulo should too. It would have been almost rude to have put their shorts back on -- but sandals were permitted!

It was indeed a superb walk. The sky as blue as could be, the sun shining and the scenery stunning. Perhaps a little too hot for a walk, so much so that the two young men stopped to swim in a pool several times.

"You know, Paulo, I would never have suggested it, but I rather like this nude rambling."

"Better with Katherine or a bevy of girls."

"Yeah, of course, but even so... this is just so... I don't know, free, I suppose. Certainly, makes taking a dip so easy. We just go into the water.

At one point they sat and just looked. They were in the gorge mentioned by Mr Jessop, rocks rising either side of them and the stream rushing. In spate it would have been dramatic -- and they would simply not have been there. It would have been all water.

The sound of the cicadas was for once subdued by the lack of trees in the gorge.

"She's rather super, isn't she?"

"Yeah, notwithstanding her age. Failing Katherine or, of course, our little Filipino. Big tits. So hairy."

"Mmmm. I'd have thought. Perhaps it's the natural way. They do seem keen to get their clothes off. No bikini, so no bikini line. I'd certainly like to find my way through that thicket."

"And hold those boobs."

"Suck."

"Yeah and be sucked."

They were not touching their penises; they were sitting, legs spread in the heat; their hands were nowhere near but up they both went. They laughed as they watched them. Two young men finding it amusing to watch their cocks jerking up into tumescence. They had become rather used to seeing each other, comfortable in watching and remarking.

"Right bunch of Charlies we are really. Middle of nowhere, no clothes at all, and our cocks like walking sticks. Should we walk any further? Or should we perhaps... this is a nice spot, a bit cooler in the shade."

"Have a wank you mean?"

"Well, I haven't for a few days and, it's nice talking isn't it?"

"Yep, women with thickets to explore!"

It was; good talking about Mrs Jessop, good talking about Katherine. But Paulo thought, really, if they were going to see the end of the gorge and not be gone too long, they should keep walking. And they did. It amused them to stand and walk on still erect.

"A real couple of Charlies."

"Had Katherine been here I don't think she would have thought so."

"No, how nice to have her walking between us and holding... our walking sticks - again."

"Not very curved ones!"

"Some are, aren't they? Really curved cocks whereas ours are pretty much as straight as a die."

"If you had told me, I'd have been walking stark naked with you, in a foreign country, not really knowing where we are, without a map, and be discussing the angle of my erection as I walk along with you; whilst both of ours are up in the air... Mike, I would just not have believed you."

"Well, if you don't want to be hard, stop stroking yourself."

"But it's so... wish Katherine was here doing the stroking. And then us emptying ourselves into her."

"We wouldn't have been walking naked. Her parents would have expected us to go exploring clothed."

"Yeah but we could have undressed..."

"Undressed her once out of sight!"

"Look let's have a swim, cool off our ardour given we haven't Katherine's convenient wet pussy to hand. Wasn't it so good to share... and didn't we share! They'll be wondering where we are. And we certainly can't reappear like this!"

A quick swim and then the lads hurried back, penises swinging as floppy as could be as they almost jogged back. At first, they could not see Mr and Mrs Jessop and got quite close before they saw them. It appeared the lads had not been missed; their return was not at all expected. Or, at least, that was how it seemed. Katherine's parents were very much otherwise engaged. They were engaged in the marital activity that had produced young Katherine; they were engaged in sexual intercourse. The two lads stared, rooted to the spot for a few moments, watching Mr Jessop's bottom rise and fall. They were doing it atop a flat rock that Paulo had sort of expected to be used as an impromptu picnic table later: not as a bed. It was, after all, conveniently in the shade of an old carob tree.

Had the lads finished their wanking up at the gorge, as they so nearly did, their penises would not have risen -- would not have been capable of rising. But, with their balls full, indeed unemptied for several days, their arousal that had not really gone away, together with the sight before them, there was no way they could not help rising with strong jerking movements. Seemingly it was that movement that caught Mrs Jessop's eye.

"Oh, hello, back so soon? Look, how sweet, we've made their cocks swell. What big grown boys they are." A pause. "As we thought."

Mr Jessop's movements stopped, he turned his head and then got up off his wife, indeed very clearly pulled out of her, his penis slapping up against his stomach. "Did you enjoy your walk. Fantastic scenery. Thought you'd be longer. Never mind. We won't be long."

'Won't be long' -- the lads could not quite believe the way Mr Jessop was calmly, coolly even, talking about their walk whilst standing there with his erection sticking up, wetly, very wetly, straight up in the air; his body shining black with perspiration but his penis, wet from Mrs Jessop, shining the more, his peeled, swollen knob really catching the sun. They had got somewhat used to seeing each other like that but this was different -- a scenario they had never expected. Their eyes switched between the very spread woman and him. Not a lot was exactly hidden. And Mr Jessop for one had quite a lot to show off -- and it was rather curved, just as the boys had been talking about earlier: much more curved than their own, definitely longer and, if a penis can properly be described as 'standing well,' it was doing that. Nor could they quite take it in when Mr Jessop actually pulled his wife across the rock, sliding her on her back towards him so he was now standing between her thighs and, casually as anything, began fucking again right in front of them. They saw his knob go in.

"Tell us about your walk," it was conversational, yet there was Mrs Jessop on her back with steady thrusting going on to her hips, "come closer, don't stand away."

For a moment neither Paulo nor Mike knew what to do. Haltingly Paulo began describing what they had liked, how far they had been and the coolness of the gorge.

"Come closer. Did you take another swim?"

"Err, several times." Paulo could not take his eyes from just what Mr and Mrs Jessop were doing. He found himself fascinated, almost mesmerised, by the steadily moving penis going in and out of Mrs Jessop.

Mike told them where they had swum but omitted any mention of their mutual tumescence. Their concern at not reappearing like that now seeming completely pointless, not with what they had sticking up in the air. Neither Mr nor Mrs Jessop seemed at all concerned at their reaction to their lovemaking.

"Closer." Either side of her she held up her hands, not outspread but with her fingers curled. Surely, she did not mean. But she did. Paulo let out a little whimper as her fingers closed around the shaft of his tumescent penis. It was the closer to her hand.

"Mmmm, strong and so hard. You like that? Mike?"

It was obvious Mrs Jessop expected him to walk around her so she could grasp him with her other hand. It was almost as exciting for Paulo to see Mike casually walk his cock right into her hand and see it grasped, as to feel her other hand holding him.

"This is nice," she said, and no doubt Mike was thinking that as much as Paulo, delighted they had not finished their earlier wank. So good to watch the copulation whilst being stroked. So clear they were invited, no expected to watch. See Mr Jessop's penis pumping at his wife, see her breasts wobble at each impact. Were they allowed to touch? And then her fingers started moving, up and down moving their loose skin, the strokes synchronised to Mr Jessop. The sun beat down and even in the shade their bodies were sweating, a strange scene of sexual activity. Naked bodies engaged in sexual acts. A contrast between the darkness of the two engaged in copulation and the two younger men's lighter skin.

He and Mike had been imagining Katherine with them in the gorge; her hand wanking them but now, a different woman was doing just that. A lovely feeling as they watched the fucking. A groan from Mr Jessop and the lads stared knowing just what was happening inside Mrs Jessop. Sudden hard pumping. The marital fluid was being transferred. They knew the feeling; loved the feeling.

"Phew!" exclaimed Mr Jessop. Always like doing that here. I mean, just look."

The lads were certainly looking, rather staggered to see the thick, light brown knob of Mr Jessop's penis appear out of Mrs Jessop still leaking cum. Why did he want them to look? It was not at all what they had expected to see on the swimming expedition and picnic. Why did he wish them to look at his recently ejaculated penis, see his still leaking cock and Mrs Jessop's sex?

"No, the scenery, the location!" His hands swept around, and the lads eyes followed them taking in how they were standing (or lying in the case of Mrs Jessop) all alone in a valley with the hills rising around them. A wonderfully empty place, a starkly beautiful place of hard rocks and trees. The grass long bleached by the sun. It somewhat beat the average bedroom as a setting for sexual intercourse!

Mrs Jessop's hands had not stopped moving. Such a good feeling; so exciting; Paulo wondered how he would be cumming. He was very much in Mrs Jessop's hands! Would it be right there, Mike's and his penis spurting as Mr and Mrs Jessop watched? Might it even be onto her breasts. But, no...

"I haven't come yet," remarked Mrs Jessop, "would one of you boys take over?"

Take over? Such a matter of fact request. That came as a surprise. Did she really expect, was that what they were expected to do? Yet Mr Jessop sort of waved them forward -- 'in' indeed.

"You mean," Paulo exclaimed, but it was obvious she, or the couple, meant exactly that. The already drooping Mr Jessop was standing aside and Mrs Jessop's thighs were invitingly open. Her hand released him but not Mike. It was for him to go first. He was to fuck her.

Or, rather, second. As he looked right between Mrs Jessop's thighs it was very obvious Mr Jessop had been there first. The very semen that had been instrumental in making Katherine was very much in evidence. Paulo had gone 'sloppy seconds' with Katherine and he found himself surprisingly excited by the prospect of doing it again -- with her mother. It was, the connection to Katherine, the girl Mike and he had so recently been fucking.

"You mean...?" He said again. The whole scene so animalistic, so very peculiar. The location fantastic, the idea of a man offering his wife, the kinkiness of naked erect men around an equally naked woman spread over a rock. The eroticism of it all!

"Go on," said Mr Jessop, "you know how to."

Paulo did indeed. He stepped forward between Mrs Jessop's thighs, up towards the rock. He was conscious eyes were upon him, conscious they were looking at his standing erection, waiting for it to make contact. The two other men were both going to watch him pushing his penis into Mrs Jessop. It was a rather wonderful moment, if bizarre; Mrs Jessop was certainly pleasing to the eye, she might be forty or so but... Paulo looked down below him, past his cock standing as firm as it could, down at the dark crinkly hair, down at the black swollen labia and the glistening pinkness within. Even the leaking cream made the whole scene the more exciting. He glanced again at Mr Jessop, at his hanging penis, the source of the leaking cum. It was still leaking! Again, the thought that it was the cum that had made Katherine and he was about to go where she had been made and, indeed, come from. A strange eroticism. His knob touched eliciting a moan from Mrs Jessop. He could so feel the warmth and wetness.