Chapter II

In which Lena goes to the Market with Chip, and makes an Omelet

Lena stood in the foyer, hands on hips, and bag on arm, as if ready to go out. John Mable was kneeling down, tying his son's shoes, who also appeared dressed to go out-though, unlike Lena, he didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about it. It had been almost 2 weeks since Lena had started the job as a maid for the family, following her successful interview. She had mostly got the hang of it, and did enjoy it somewhat. She reckoned that she must be a natural. "When we come back, I'll make you a omelette, if ya don't make any fuss," Lena was saying. Chip didn't answer, but seemed heartened somewhat by the prospect. "Lena, would you mind getting some peaches as well? Chip likes them for snacks, and-I suppose you know already-we haven't got any left," said John Mable. He stood up from one knee, having finished with Chip's laces. "Sure thing Mr. Mable!" nodded Lena, and she turned to open the door. Suddenly, Chip exclaimed, "Look, her fanny is pretty like a peach!"

"Wot?!" cooed Lena, but John Mable chuckled a bit. Though too polite to look, he agreed, "Yes it is," and ushered his son towards Lena, who was waiting in the now-open doorway to grasp his hand. She had somewhat boyish shoulders and frame, and was not particularly busty by any stretch, but it was true, Lena had a very shapely, perky rear. It was not something she had spent much time considering though, and so was somewhat taken aback upon being complimented for it-all the more so since it was by someone she had a "lil crush" on. Nevertheless, she put Chip's hand in hers and the two walked out into the sunny day. "Keep up then, Chip", she said, not sharply. The fact is, Lena had very long legs and accordingly a long stride, making it hard for the young Chip (who was about chest height to her) to keep up. "Im hot", he said.

"Well I know it! How about this-we get some cool drinks when we get to the market, what do ya say?" Chip seemed to revive a bit at this, "Okay!" he said and picked up his pace. "Whew it is a cooker isn't it?" Lena exclaimed, and untucking her plaid shirt, she tied it off just above her her navel. Although not particularly muscular, her stomach was shapely and athletic, with a lovely linear belly button. Chip could barely stop staring.

The market was set up in what was essentially a town square, with a fountain in the center. The fountain was, for some reason, not working, but its presence alone complimented the red rooftops and stone brick pavement that surrounded it. The two went around the lively stalls, picking out vegetables, eggs and other things they needed. It was a quaint and vibrant place-but Lena was really too distracted to pay it much mind. She couldn't get what had happened earlier out of her mind. Yes it is, he had said. She was somehow bothered but at the same time becoming more and more aroused. She felt suffocated; the heat of the day wasn't helping any either.

"Hey! What do ya say we find some shade," she said suddenly, grabbing Chip by the arm and pulling him into a shaded alley. "That's better ain't it?"

"I guess so", replied Chip. Lena stood there catching her breathe for a few moments. Then wiping her forehead, she suddenly spoke.

"Hey Chip, can you help ol' Lena out with something? Huh Chip?" She leaned down and put her hand on his shoulder. "You can do a little something for me yeah?" She reached into the bag on her right arm and pulled out one of the cucumbers they had, among other things, just bought. All the while maintaining eye contact with Chip, she continued, "I got a little itch, see-It's hot as right now, and I'm sweatin' like a piglet." Putting the cucumber in Chip's hand and closing his fingers around it, she stood up. "Now listen here Chip, you can't tell a soul about this, cross your heart! It's my bum what's itching something awful right now-I need ya to sort of scratch it see, taking that cucumber there."

Turning her head quickly both ways to check the alley was clear, she turned around and faced the brick wall. Placing her hands up above her head on the wall, she bent slightly at the waist and popped her hips, tilting her behind upward. Then, she unceremoniously unzipped her pants at the front. Turning her head to Chip, she whispered hoarsely, "Come on then, yank off me 'knicks." Chip obeyed, and attempted to pull down her jeans from the waist. Though they were a bit tight, he did manage to work them down enough to see the beginnings of her fleshy bottom-bunched up into the undersized jeans, and despite the fact she was wearing no underwear, glistening with sweat like a diamond in July. "Go on", she said furtively, "Just till ya see me cork-I can't have my whole fishy being exposed!" Chip worked her jeans down a bit more, revealing the "cork" in question. He felt overcome by a feeling of exhilaration at seeing something beautiful beyond words. There, situated in between her two round, curvaceous globes was her anus, dripping with sweat like a little pink starfish exposed at low tide. Raising the cucumber, he brought the tip in between her cheeks and softly poked it onto her anus-touching, but not penetrating into it. It twitched at the touch. "Now...Turn it around and around," she commanded in a low voice. The only sounds were that of Lena's hoarse breathing and the muffled din of the crowd. Slowly, Chip started to rotate the cucumber in question, keeping it flush with Lena's anus. She let out an extended groan of satisfaction, even relief, as if sliding into a hot bathtub after a long day. "That's...The way," she muttered, closing her eyes. The natural lumps on the surface of the cucumber gave her extra pleasure, as she pressed harder on the wall. She fantasized about John, mumbling his name here and there, imagining it was him who could not resist her aroused anus, until she could no longer keep her head up. It dropped down as she heaved, and she started to drool onto the pavement. She was becoming lost in pleasure and fantasy, and was nearing orgasm-suddenly though, she snapped back to the realization that this wasn't the way to act in front of young Chip. "Hold on there, that's enough!" She said and reached around, pulling the cucumber away from her behind. Unbeknownst to Lena, though she thought she had stopped in the nick of time, her anus had actually started to issue, and Chip noted the sweet smell of the liquid. With effort, she straightened herself up, wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and turned back around to face him. "You done great Chip! That's the best itch-scratching I ever saw!" As she went to zip her pants back up, Chip could see the beginnings of her pussy fur blossoming out of the lower part of her fly. Closing it up, and re-adjusting her pants as well as her other accoutrements, she said cheerily, "Well! Now how about them cold drinks we was gonna get?"

Lena and Chip found arrived back at the house when it was nearly dusk. Both Lena and Chip were glad to be back in air-conditioned space. "Whew! We did alright though, didn't we?" She exclaimed as the two removed there shoes in the foyer. "Come on Chip, let's make you that omelette before I start on dinner. I'm gonna make some salad I reckon-You'll help me right?" Chip nodded. He followed her as she strode into the kitchen, her feet making a soft, sensual sound on the wood floor as she walked. Putting her bag onto the kitchen table, she proceeded to take out the eggs and assorted vegetables they had bought, handing them to chip, who went about putting them onto the kitchen counter. "Here, let me get that", she said, taking the cabbage head and placing it on a cutting board. "We start salad with cabbage yeah? Don't fret though-I got your omelette first. Crack some of those eggs for me, yeah that's the way, over the sink. Well! That's all the groceries then."

Lena donned an apron and started chopping up the cabbage for dinner, while Chip went over to the table to mix the eggs.

"We are gonna have some cucumber salad in the old town tonight", she sang. The fact is, though trying not to show it in front of Chip, Lena was quite horrified at herself for her actions earlier, and even more so because, her arousal had not abated. And, that arousal became centered around the only potential target around-Chip. She tried to focus on the cutting board. But the thoughts remained. Suddenly, Chip wheeled around. "Hey! We didn't get any peaches!"

"La! I clean went and forgot, didn't I?" she clicked her tongue, "And after your dad said you liked 'em so…" she trailed off. Suddenly, she stopped cutting the lettuce, put the knife down and, in a peculiar low voice said, "But Chip, listen here Chip...I got another peach you might like." What am I doing! a voice inside her said. "Where?" Chip queried. "Right here," she answered softly, looking back over her shoulder and placing her two index fingers onto her bottom. What am I doing? I'm completely crackers talkin' like this to a kid! She thought to herself. But it was too late. Having been on the brink of ecstasy earlier, she was not about to quit now. If men are like microwaves women are like crockpots, they say, and Lena stayed hot through and through, and did not cool easily. "Come here, Chip," she said firmly.

Without turning around, she pulled her jeans completely off this time, tossing them niftily back into the staring Chip's face. Immediately, he picked up her scent from them, even noticing a wet spot in the crotch as he looked inside. She had indeed been "hot" all day. Lena had moved the cutting board aside and was leaning against the counter, still looking back over her shoulder at him. "Chip! Come get ya some peach."

His height was such that her behind was almost at his eye-level as he walked over to her. "There's no going back, Chip," she said. Pushing herself up to full height by pressing down on the counter, she stood on tip-toe. Now completely naked from the waist down-save for her front apron-she reached back and pulled her round cheeks apart. Her bulbous, furry pussy as well as her anus were now fully on display. "Come in, now, come in," she encouraged. Chip slowly ventured his head in between her bottoms. He could see and smell her anus right in front of his face. It was larger than life; it seemed to have expanded along with Lena's increasing arousal, and so was now also a deep shade of pink. It was moist, and seemed to Chip to be slightly pulsating. Without fully knowing why, he stuck out his tongue and licked it from top to bottom. She moaned, somewhat loudly. Suddenly, she reached back and, clasping her hands together around the back of his head, jerked his head fully into her behind. "That's it then!" she cried, at long last having her horniness satiated. Chip licked, munched, kissed and nosed her anus again and again, despite being short of breath and being exhausted. Her moans and exertions kept him going, as she continued to hold his head in place. If the cucumber incident earlier that day was the appetizer, this was the main course. Her whole body was tingling, and she had goosebumps. "Good boy, Chip-There it is….You little...More…", she groaned. Although this was her first time being eaten, the sheer exhilaration of it made her feel an ecstasy she had never known; she could hardly believe it gave her so much pleasure. But she was soon too deep in a pleasure coma to think about it. Chip continued to keep up the pace-her anus lips were relaxed enough now such that he could insert his tongue. He rhythmically pushed his tongue in and out, rotating it around inside as well. Lena's groans changed to sustained wails as she laid her head down onto the counter, clenching her teeth. She felt a rising energy inside her, a raw eruption of feminine ecstasy. "Chrrrg!" In one great movement she thrust her hips as a whole against Chip's counter-push, knocking him back. Her throbbing anus suddenly issued a gush of fluid of fluids, and still moaning, she collapsed away from the counter onto the floor.

Lena lay motionless, the clear honey-like fluid sill drooling out of her anus. She appeared unconscious at first, but after 10 seconds or so found the strength to push herself up on her elbow. "What a right fixer…", she managed. "Are you ok there champ?" she asked. Although looking like he had been in a tornado, Chip nodded in affirmation and wiped his mouth with his arm. "Fetch me pants then will ya?" she told him, raising herself to her feet. "Coo! Look at this mess!" There was a significant puddle of her anus juice that had spilled onto the floor next to her previous spot by the counter, and under where she now stood. "I got to do something about this before the Mr. and Mrs. get back," she said, reaching for the kitchen towel roll. She squatted down to try and wipe it up. It was thick, and gooey like luxurious honey though, and was hardly absorbed by the paper towel. "Right, that's barfy!" Looking down between her squatting legs, she noticed there was a smaller puddle under her as well. Doubling up the paper, she reached under and wiped her crotch from back to front. She did this a few times, also attempting to blot what had spilled onto her pussy fur as well. Being more or less successful, she stood up and tossed the used towels into the garbage. "What a proper scene…" she sighed. Chip had now brought her pants back, so being careful to avoid the puddle on the floor, she slipped herself back into them. "What about this?" Chip asked, pointing at the floor.

"I can't get it up with the towels; I tried...I'll be boggled if we don't have any choice", Lena said, staring at Chip. "You're gonna have to drink it all up." Pointing down at the floor, she said quickly "Have at it then." Chip got down on his knees and regarded the puddle skeptically. "We can't have yer parents knowing about this can we?" She firmly pressed his head down into the puddle, and thus he started to drink it up. Clear as crystal, and sweet like nectar, he was surprised to find he enjoyed it. Pure Lena Oxton anal juice, natural and straight from the source. "There ya go! Thanks, Chip," she said and set about wiping up the spot up on the counter where she had drooled in her ecstasy. "Better have us that omelette I promised you eh? You really outdone yourself today," She said cheerily, landing the towel into the trash with a free-throw. "I feel really good myself-you done down there?" Chip stood up, dazed from drinking the ambrosia. He had indeed drunk up nearly it of it though, and only a few traces remained. "Step off then," Lena said, motioning for him to step back. She ripped off a paper towel and set it down, wiping it around with her foot till it the area was all clean and dry. "There! Now you'd better go wash your hands a bit", she said. Washing her own hands under the sink, she slid the cutting board back in front of her and cracked her knuckles, "Now, where were we? One omelette comin' up!" She added, calling to Chip, who was hard at work washing his hands in the adjacent foyer washroom. Lena tried to focus on cutting up the vegetables.