Several weeks had passed since my next-door neighbor, the matronly and very religious Mrs. Packer had discovered me masturbating and, quoting much scriptural chapter and verse, provided what she called 'an appropriate vessel' to receive my seed. Her parting suggestion that the next time I needed to spill my seed I look for an 'appropriate vessel' was much on my mind.
Needless to say I wanted another crack - no pun intended - at her vessel. However, being a boy of only 18 and dreadfully shy around women I didn't know how to proceed. Every time I passed her house I looked for her and when I saw her I always bade her good morning or good evening or whatever time of day it was. She always responded non-commitedly although sometimes with a shy smile or nod of her head. This made my hopes rise, not to mention other parts of my anatomy.
Several more weeks passed by with me casting longing glances at Mrs. Packard and her smiling demurely in return. Then one afternoon when I returned home from school my mother said, "Mrs. Packer wants to you to come over and help her with something tomorrow after school."
"Did she say what it was?"
"Something to do with a vessel. She said you'd understand."
"Well, uh, uh, it probably has to do with one of those vats that she pickles cucumbers in," I said.
"That's probably it."
The next afternoon. instead of hanging out with my friends after school, I hurried to Mrs. Packer's house. I knocked on the door and she opened it.
"Come in, young man," she said, "have you been behaving yourself? Have you been saving your seed or have you been casting it on the ground like Onan?"
"Oh, no ma'am, I've been saving my seed for an appropriate vessel."
"And have you found a vessel?"
"Well, uh, uh, my mom said you mentioned something about a vessel and I figured you we're talking about, about..."
"About this?" she said and pulled up the bottom of her dress revealing her naked, hairy pussy in all it's verdant glory.
"Yes ma'am."
"And you've been saving your seed?"
"Oh yes ma'am."
"We'll see about that. Take off your clothes."
"Yes, ma'am."
While I undressed she did likewise and then led me into her bedroom.
"Lie down and let me examine you," she said.
I laid flat on my back and she sat beside me on the edge of the bed and touched my erect cock.
"He looks clean," she said, "but a good wash never hurts."
She went into the bathroom and returned shortly with soap, a wet wash cloth and a towel. She began to enthusiastically scrub my dick and I put a tentative hand upon her pussy.
"May I touch your vessel?"
"Oh, I suppose so," she said, "You know I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I am not a wanton woman and since that time in your house I have thought and prayed about this a good deal and I have decided that it is the Lord's will that I serve as a receptacle for your seed."
"Praise the Lord," I said.
"Don't be blasphemous, boy."
"No ma'am."
I had continued stroking her pussy while we talked and had re-discovered the little button that seemed to turn her on. Using the pungent juices that I had stirred up with my fingers I began to rub and stroke the little protuberance.
"Ah, I see you remembered," she said. "That feels good and it makes my vessel hungry for your seed. Do you like to touch my vessel?
"Yes ma'am."
"Would you like to fill it up with your seed?"
"Oh, very much so."
"Then go to it, boy. Put your pecker in Mrs. Packer," she laughed. "I think I just made a joke."
She laid down beside me and spread her legs invitingly. I knelt between them and moved my cock tentatively toward her pussy. She reached down and rubbed it up and down her sopping slit. She obviously wanted to be in control which was fine with me. She positioned the head of my cock right at the entrance to her vessel and said, "Let me have it."
I thrust in eagerly, marveling at the sensation of her mature pussy wrapping around my young cock. She grunted and said, "That's a good boy. Now put your arms under my legs, lift 'em up, spread 'em apart and fill me up."
I did as she instructed and it occurred to me that I was pounding my pecker into the Packer pussy and almost said it but thought better of it. She put both hands on my butt and hammered me into her and I basically just went along for the ride. She used me like a plunger and began to moan, "Give it to me...give it to me....give it to me."
With one last massive thrust I felt my cock almost explode, filling her with several week's supply of jism. She continued to use me for several more strokes until she came with a whoop and a holler. She removed her hands from my butt, dropped her legs to the bed and sighed contentedly.
"Thank you," I said, "that was wonderful."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, "I think perhaps I've discovered a purpose in my life."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she said, "it occurs to me that there are probably a lot of young men just like you who have been spreading their seed on the ground and not in an appropriate vessel."
"I see," I said "and I suppose you're right. In fact, I know you're right about that. I have lots of friends who are wasting their precious seed."
"Why don't you bring some of them over the next time you come."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, it seems to be the least I could do, don't you think?"
"If that's what you really want to do I think I could arrange that," I said.
"Then why don't you," she replied.
The next day, after school, I was riding around with my friends Jack and Buddy in Jack's old jalopy and I said, "How would you guys like to get laid?"
