This story is part of the series:
Introduction
This is the third short story in a series about a man and woman who were both eager to get married before their biological clocks expired and prevented them from having children. Anthony Vernon and Bonnie Clemens were five years apart in age (38 and 33 respectively) when they were introduced by a mutual friend around Labor Day 1984. With numerous shared interests, they seemed like an ideal couple. However, Anthony was unable to suppress the reality that adult women were not nearly as appealing to him as preteen girls were. About three months after they were married in late 1984, Anthony confessed to Bonnie that their sex life dwindling to almost nil was entirely his fault because his ideal-girl type was never more than 12 years old. When Anthony informed Bonnie that he often masturbated to the images in old Scandinavian nudist mags that catered to his tastes, Bonnie wisely put that quirk to good use. During sex, Anthony would leer at the pictures in one of the illicit periodicals while Bonnie would address him as one of those girls whose images he loved—and ride him to an ejaculation. The strategy worked! Twice she became pregnant that way.
Things became slightly complicated when Bonnie accidentally revealed Anthony’s fetish to her 24-year-old cousin. It turned out that Melody’s new husband (Baxter Rupp), also 24, was wired exactly the same way Anthony was! Melody convinced Bonnie that she and Anthony ought to display their clever conception trick to them in person. Therefore, Baxter acquired a hotel suite one night. The plan was the Vernons would fuck to try to conceive their second child using Bonnie’s role-playing trick as a sexual aid. The Rupps would watch and take mental notes, and then try to replicate the Vernons’ success themselves. Things get slightly out of control, however, when Baxter coerces a hand job out of Bonnie while Anthony enjoys fondling the busty Melody’s large and alluring set of breasts.
A third-person narrator is employed in this third episode.
Part One
Anthony figured he had impregnated Bonnie for the second time based on his powerful cum shot that night at the Royal Regency hotel—and he was right. “I made it count again,” he joked with his beaming wife when she told him he was going to be a father for the second time. Bonnie’s anticipated delivery date was seven months away. Meanwhile, Melody’s unwavering adherence to numerology and astrology made her search for ideal calendar dates for conceiving her first child with Baxter. Two months went by without any obvious choices.
Although it was perfectly safe, Bonnie chose to abstain from sexual intercourse while she was pregnant, just as she had done the first time around while carrying Anna to term. This wasn’t much of an issue for Anthony. Whenever he became horny, relief and release were easily achieved with his cherished stash of Swedish and Norwegian nudist magazines. Anthony had even bought an old music stand for next to nothing at a yard sale. It may have been built to hold violin music, but Anthony put it to a completely different use. He’d get comfortable in his leather easy chair in his den, open one of his magazines, set it on the stand at eye level, and tug away at his penis until he came. He always did, usually quite easily, too. Bonnie was a helpful ally. She was thoughtful enough to create a “jerkoff kit” for him that contained a random group of his favorite magazines, various lubes, and large rolls of paper towels and baby wipes for clean-up time. (“Baby wipes clean up little Anna’s behind nicely—so they should work on your scrotum just as well,” Bonnie explained.) She really was a super-understanding wife. Occasionally, she even participated, returning to her role as one of the youthful girls her husband was masturbating to, sitting on his lap and often manipulating his penis until Anthony achieved an orgasm.
Women talk. Bonnie and Melody, who were first cousins, talked as much as any pair of females. Their husbands’ desires for underage girls were often the center of their discussions. Therefore, word of Anthony’s “jerkoff kit” eventually made its way to Baxter. He thought it was a wonderful idea—but Anthony and Bonnie forbade anyone from ever borrowing their stash of magazines which were its key element.
One Saturday when Melody again declared that the numbers and the stars were aligned against her getting pregnant, Baxter said, “I think I’ll place a call to Anthony and Bonnie and ask If I can go to their house and use Anthony’s jerkoff kit for a bit of self-pleasuring.”
“Sure, you ought to do that,” insisted Melody. “That night in the hotel suite, Anthony all but invited you to join him. Maybe the two of you ought to have a ‘guys day’ today, spending the afternoon tugging away at your dicks to your hearts’ desire to the images of some small Swedish girl. In fact, I’ll phone Bonnie and suggest just that.” Bonnie, of course, had no objection. Anthony had almost forgotten the open invitation he had given Baxter two months earlier, but he said the offer still stood. Baxter, an eager fellow, made the usual 20-minute drive to the Vernons’ house in just 12 minutes.
Part Two
Baxter had an almost embarrassed look on his face when he rang the Vernons’ doorbell. Bonnie sensed it and kindly said to him, “Baxter, you have your needs and desires—and your wife isn’t exactly being helpful lately, so head into Anthony’s den and do what you have to do. He’s an ally. He’s preparing his den for masturbation mode.” Baxter kissed Bonnie on the cheek for her stong support.
“You must have set a new world record getting here,” said Anthony with a smile when Baxter strolled casually into his den.
“I’m so horny, I think I ran a couple of stop signs and red lights to get here quickly, ” Baxter said, with only a slight bit of exaggeration. Anthony was busily preparing for Baxter’s arrival, putting plastic sheets on the floor in front of the two recliners. The two had become friends when they learned through their wives that they both admired the alluring beauty of young girls—a lot!
“Which of these magazines pushes your buttons?” Anthony asked him, handing him four periodicals. Two came from Norway and two were from Sweden. All four of them were more than two decades old.
“You know,” Baxter began, “it hadn’t occurred to me until just now that all these girls are actually older than I am. I’m just 24. Some of these magazines you handed me are 25 years old now.”
“Ugh! Now you are sounding just like my wife!” Anthony informed Baxter. “She used to say things like that to me all the time and laugh about it. I told her those comments, although accurate, might ruin my excellent sexual fantasies. She seldom does that now. She likes the effect they have on a certain part of my male anatomy—the important one that makes babies for her to carry. To me, the girls in these photo essays never age. They are forever young and beautiful to behold.”
Baxter selected a photo essay from a Norwegian magazine that had the most recent date: May 1966. It featured a dazzling black-haired beauty named Julianna. That particular magazine had English-language captions that said she was “a clever and vivacious 12-year-old who liked art and the great outdoors.” She apparently lived in a quiet suburb of Oslo.
“Imagine being a typical 13-year-old boy in her school in 1966 and getting to eye her five days a week? How lucky would he be?” gushed Baxter.
“I’d say I’m luckier,” Anthony retorted. “I get to see a dozen nude photos of her as often as I want!” They both shared a laugh at that remark.
Anthony also complimented Baxter on the choice he made. “You and I like the same type of girl,” he noted.
“Yeah...young. That’s why I’m here with you this afternoon, isn’t it, Anthony?”
“I didn’t mean for that comment to be interpreted so broadly. I was referring to specific physical attributes of the individual girls you favor. I think we both like leggy, athletic types of tweens with cute little behinds as a bonus.”
“Well, our doll Anna isn’t particularly leggy or athletically built,” Baxter reminded his host. “She’s your favorite, isn’t she? She’s my favorite, too. I still think she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life—even if it wasn’t in person. I suppose pretty is an inadequate adjective to describe her. She is stunningly gorgeous. Her eyes are objects of beauty, too.”
“In all the times I revisited Anna’s photo essay, I don’t think I’ve looked very often at her eyes,” Anthony joked.
Baxter tried to ignore Anthony’s humor, but he eventually smiled and said, “Her eyes are blue like the sky, trust me! That photographer had a dream job shooting Anna and all her naked friends back in...when was it? Oh, yeah, 1963. Jeez, I was just one year old back then.”
“Enough about Anna,” Anthony insisted. “Let’s change the subject just slightly and focus our attention on our new girl of the day, as selected by you, Julianna from suburban Oslo. Let’s set her photos on the music stand and admire her...and then jerk off enthusiastically like that fictitious 13-year-old Norwegian classmate would certainly do every night.”
There was certainly a great deal to admire in her photos. Julianna had shimmering long hair that went halfway down her back. She had an impish smile that hinted at sexual mischief. The eyes of every male would be drawn to her burgeoning breast buds on her small areolas. They were probably prominent enough for Julianna to have to wear something akin to a bra whenever she wasn’t posing in nudist magazines. Somehow, in one photo, the photographer perfectly captured Julianna at just the right angle to show her nipples pointing slightly upward. That was a sexy shot! Her pussy was hairless and undeniably sexy, perhaps the best part of her lovely frame. Julianna’s face featured attractive high cheekbones. She seemed to have won the genetic lottery.
Anthony could find no flaws with this girl, not a single one. “On a scale of one to one hundred, she hits the three-digit mark with me.”
“I’ll give her a score of 98,” replied Baxter.
“Are you insane? Why not a perfect score?” asked Anthony.
“I think her feet are a little too big for a perfect score!” he replied.
Anthony guffawed. “Wow! You are fixated on Anna’s eyes and Julianna’s feet!” he said with incredulity. “I think there is something wrong with you, my friend! Something seriously wrong indeed!”
Part Three
Anthony placed the music stand about three feet in front of both chairs that were perhaps two feet apart. (They were facing the same direction. The den was typically used by the Vernons to watch television.) “Choose your weapon!” Anthony kidded when he handed Baxter the jerkoff kit. He was asking him to select a bottle of lube or something similar—if he wanted one. Baxter chose Vaseline. Anthony grabbed a bottle of something called Jerk-Right that was manufactured in Mexico specifically for what he was about to do with himself. Anthony thought it was a marvelous product based on its consistency, pleasant aroma, and a slight bit of grit that, without fail, made him achieve an erection very quickly. “If this company ever needs a spokesman, I’d happily do testimonials for it, ” Anthony declared. Anthony, as was his custom, got completely naked to masturbate. Baxter just dropped his pants and briefs.
“Have fun!” Anthony advised and then focused on his task. Anthony sat down in his chair and spread his legs slightly. He squeezed the bottle of Jerk-Right until a generous amount of the reddish-colored liquid was on the palm of his right hand. He set the bottle onto the floor, then he focused on the dozen images of sexy, little Julianna. He spread the lube on his rising penis and went to work. He pretended Baxter was not in the room and did what he normally did while masturbating: He talked sexily to his fantasy girl.
As a professional writer, Anthony was blessed with a vivid imagination. He preferred to study the pictures of his girl for a few seconds, and then spend most of the time with his eyes closed, visualizing the same female in various sexual acts and poses that made him horny.
“Oh, yeah, Julianna!” he began softly. “You are one sexy girl. I want to give you a good fucking with my big, hard dick. You deserve every inch of it, sweetheart! God, you are so beautiful! You are a perfect specimen of girlhood. I want to caress every inch of your tight 12-year-old body. I’d fondle your young pussy and finger it all night long. I want to lick its tasty juices. Look at those sensational tiny titties you have! They were made for me to suck on, weren’t they? I want to come all over them. They are just fabulous. Are they sensitive, Juliana? Will I make you squirm if I twist them? You know I wouldn’t hurt you! Oh, no! I just want to make love to you in a very special and sexy way. Oh, my dick is getting so hard now. It’s like an iron rod between my legs. Oh, Julianna, it’s throbbing now. I want to penetrate you with it and fire a huge load of come inside your pretty, pink vagina where it belongs. I’d keep pounding your tight pussy over and over again. Would you like that, Julianna? Would you? Yes, you would! I know it’s true! I’d love to make a baby with you, Julianna. You were built to fuck. You are so...”
Anthony didn’t finish that last sentence. He simply could not. His raunchy monologue was interrupted by a strong ejaculation accompanied by a long moan of satisfaction that had to be audible to Bonnie who was relaxing alone in the next room. It was an impressive cum shot, too, especially for a man now in his forties. He did not attempt to control where it fell it in the slightest. Some of Anthony’s jism landed in small splashes on the plastic floor covering near his bare feet. Other ropes descended onto his thighs. Some of it just oozed down his shaft that was already losing its stiffness. A little bit had even settled in his navel!
“Hey, that was a particularly good one!” Anthony happily announced. “Thanks so much, Julianna! I couldn’t have done it without you.” Anthony blew a kiss in the direction of Julianna’s photos. From start to finish, it had taken Anthony slightly less than three minutes to go from flaccid to achieving an impressive cum shot employing no other sexual touching but his own. Baxter was so engrossed by his friend’s fascinating method of masturbating that he had not even begun to please himself.
“That was art in its purest form!” Baxter said in admiration. “Most of your time your eyes were closed, Anthony. I don’t think that would work for me; I’m too much of a visual person.”
“I’m a visual person, too,” Anthony insisted. “But after I get a long look at one of those Scandinavian sweethearts in her birthday suit, that’s all I need. I can visualize Julianna—or any of them—best with my eyes closed from that point onward. It sounds strange, but jerking off that way certainly works for me! It always has for as long as I can remember. Hey, everybody’s mind works differently.”
“Congrats, honey!” yelled Bonnie from the other room where she was trying to solve a difficult crossword puzzle.
“Thanks, dear,” Anthony shouted at the adjoining room. “I love my Jerk-Right lotion. One of these days I’ll have to send them a satisfied-customer letter.”
“I hope you had a great cum shot, my love, ” answered Bonnie. “It sounded like you were doing splendidly on your own. You didn’t need my help at all today.”
“Let’s not mislead or misinform Baxter, dear,” Anthony clarified. “I never need your help to masturbate to the delightful cuties in these old nudist magazines, but It’s always fun when you participate with me.”
“Whatever!” Bonnie stated. “Let’s not split hairs. Hey, I think it’s great that you give your dick a workout daily while I’m pregnant. You need to exercise that muscle every day! It’s good for your overall health and well-being.”
Part Four
It was obviously Baxter’s turn. Anthony literally signaled it was time for him to begin jerking off with the shaking-fist gesture. Baxter hadn’t intended to be merely a spectator for Anthony’s masturbation, but that turned out to be the case.
“If memory serves me correctly, ” Baxter began, “the last time I jerked off to pictures of a naked girl with another guy present was way back in the seventh grade in 1974 when my friend’s brother raided his dad’s cache of Playboy magazines. I came all over Miss March.”
“If you come on Julianna or any of my precious nudist magazines, you’ll be sorry!” Anthony reminded Baxter.
Baxter grinned and didn’t say another word. He was still partially hard from watching and listening to Anthony get aroused. Baxter pulled the music stand a few inches nearer to him to get an up-close view of Julianna. He applied Vaseline to himself and went to work. He remained silent, except for a few moans that seemed laborious rather than pleasurable. Despite being hard, Baxter was having difficulty finishing the job. Perhaps he had been intimidated by Anthony ejaculating in just three minutes. Ten...fifteen...twenty minutes went by without an orgasm. Finally, Baxter stated with growing frustration, “Damn, I’m horny, but I can’t come for some reason! Maybe I need Bonnie to do her role-playing.”
Obviously, Bonnie overheard what Baxter had just stated. She promptly rushed into the den and said, “I’ll be glad to help you, Baxter. You keep looking at...what’s her name?...oh, yes, Julianna, and I’ll happily sit on your lap and be her for you.”
“This is wonderful of you, Bonnie. You and Anthony are both great friends, ” Baxter said thankfully. Baxter continued to tug at his rod while Bonnie dived into her role as Julianna.
“This is Julianna, Baxter,” Bonnie began. “I want you to fuck my pretty little pussy. It’s tight, but your dick will fit snugly inside me. You can fill me with your hot cum until I’m overflowing with it! Doesn’t that sound like fun, Baxter? Of course, it does!”
Bonnie surprised Dexter by putting her hand on his hard penis and jerking it with authority. He had no objections whatsoever. She continued with her monologue, too.
“That dick is so big, Baxter! Melody doesn’t know what she’s missing. Give it to me instead. Fire a big load. Nobody fucks me like you do...”
The cleverly placed allusion to Melody sent Baxter over the edge. Bonnie jerked him through a sizable cum blast. Unlike the night in the hotel suite, she aimed his dick right back at him, so most of the warm jism landed on his shirt in sloppy globs. “Let Melody clean that up, ” Bonnie suggested. “She’s sort of responsible for all of this with her numerology nonsense.”
Anthony got into the act, too. He snuck up behind Bonnie and began massaging her breasts without saying a word. “I love your tits, honey!” he stated. “They get considerably bigger when you are pregnant. I’ll have to keep you in a perpetual cycle of pregnancy.”
“Honey,” she quickly replied, “I think you’re slowly but surely developing a taste for the assets of mature women, too!”
Baxter just silently sat in his chair completely bewildered. He finally said, “Thank you, Bonnie. You are an amazing woman.”
“Glad to help,” she replied. “Remember that, Baxter. I’m always available to help you with this situation.