Some fast ass.

The next morning, Lenny was peeking out his window, spying on Mrs. Roberts from next door.

Aka Kendra Roberts, wife of Olly Roberts. Who was Kendra Roberts? Well, she was a bookkeeper working at some boat company by the bay. But most importantly, at least right now, Kendra was good looking, slightly more gainly than she was in her prime, of course, but she looked well, healthy enough. But she was still prettier up top, face wise, than in curves.

While she was out doing some early day gardening, Lenny opened the Book of Reality.

"Kendra Roberts has a big sexy ass that no one can resist."

When Lenny looked back up to watch Kendra through the window, he casually slid his hand down his pants and squeezed his lust-fraught cock, which itself was starting to water. A darkening patch quickly formed through his trousers.

Holy MOLY -- Kendra's new butt was one of the hottest sights he had ever witnessed! As she tended to her side garden, bending this way, squatting that, Lenny's erect dick pulled against his foreskin, immediately opening up and spilling out semen with barely any additional help from him, causing him to moan and shudder in place. And then tense up.

W-what was that!? Just now, what did I just do?

Did he seriously ejaculate in his pants, so easily, just from watching his neighbor through the sitting room window?

He did have an active libido, but not that active!

And yet, when his eyes wandered up and over once more, past the fence, over the terrace, and straight onto Kendra's jeans-clad globes of ass, his boner popped straight through his pants, inducing a small, near unnoticeable tear in the fabric of his pair. To hell with it. He jerked himself off again, rubbing his penis through the cotton.

Just before reaching his climax, however, he stopped, and looked at the book, eyes narrowed.

It had to be. It was his wording in the book that was making him feel this way. Which meant it affected him, too.

But of course it did. It was, after all, a reality altering grimoire, spellbook, however you labeled it. Its power and range: limitless.

At least, as far as people were concerned.

In any case, Lenny grabbed his pen once more and clicked.

"Kendra Roberts will start stuffing flowers down her buttcrack for fun."

After putting it away, he popped his head back up, and to his satisfaction, saw Kendra suddenly put down her watering can. The angle prevented him from seeing what she was doing, but eventually, she lifted her back up a bit. In one hand was a chunk of flowers. She brought her other to tug open the back of her pants. It was at this point that Lenny knew the book was working its magic once again. Then, with a very deep dive, she shoved the flowers down and into the crevices of her pants-coated ass, a butt so lovingly juxtaposed against her 40-year-od figure that no other woman he could name off the top of his head held a candle to it. Not even the Ingrams' daughter, two doors down, on the other side.

Lenny blinked.

Drawing himself away from the window, he jotted down some things in the Book of Reality. Once done, he rose, threw on a coat, swiped some letters off the front coffee table, and stepped out of the house.

"Lenny?" An eye-rubbing Cara Ingram opened the door, adjusting her robe, patting it over her abdomen. Her dirty blonde hair, while slightly disheveled, nevertheless framed her beautiful face perfectly. "What brings you around so early?"

"Sorry Cara," Lenny scratched his eyebrow and lifted up the letters he clutched in his hand. "Just thought I should give these to you before I take off outta town."

"Again, huh?" Cara smiled gratefully as she took the letters from his hand, set them down on a surface out of sight, then looked back to Lenny. "Thanks. By the way, been meaning to ask you," she tossed her wrist up with another sociable smile before setting it back down across her leg, "do you want to see my ass? You should. I'd love to show you how it looks. Here, drink it in for me. Just for a bit."

Without another word, she opened the door wide to give her the necessary space as she turned, untied the knot, and with a hand, swung the lower tail of her robe up and to the side, her knuckles pressed onto the crook of her smooth, lower back. Before Lenny was his neighbor's pale white butt cheeks, as fit as her active lifestlye would suggest, as well as those stretch leggings promised. He mashed his thighs together in response to his throbbing pole below. In fact, had he not, he might have just erupted right on their front porch. And that was not something he had prepared a response for in the Book of Reality, unfortunately.

"Hey Mom," suddenly, in the background, a blonde girl strutted past, stopping right at Mrs. Ingram's side. She looked down at her mom's currently presented backside, then, looking back up, asked, "Can you make me some waffles?"

The matron frowned. "You just had them yesterday. You're gonna get fat."

"Mom! I'm honestly as far from fat as you can get!"

"Okay! Okay. Don't raise your voice, it's too early for that. I'll make some breakfast in a bit." Their porched guest couldn't help but nod along with the exchange. No, Holly Ingram wasn't fat. All of that? It was being wonderfully stored in her behind.

Cara dropped her robe, tying it back in place, and smiled at him for the mail before thanking Lenny one last time. As she was about to shut the door, however, Lenny brought his finger up to scratch his eyebrow, making sure her daughter also saw him by calling out to them -- an archetypal quip about cooking him up something as well.

The mother only laughed, while Holly gave Lenny a funny, almost curious expression. She was currently dressed in stretchy shorts and a slightly oversized tee. Coming into clearer view, she bopped her chin towards the older man. "Hey, Mr. Fogsworth, I have a pretty neat ass. Actually scratch that -- hot, on fire ass. I think you should toootally check it out. Wanna see? Come on! I know ya do."

"Oh," Cara rubbed her hands together after a quick clap, like a light bulb had just gone off right above her slightly addled head of hair, "we should show both of ours to him together. What do you say, honey? On 1?"

"What do I say? That's the best idea you had all week, Mom," Holly grinned as she began to turn. Soon, both their as-of-yet wrapped asses were facing my way, though their fingers were primed around their according hems and waistlines.

"3... 2....

"1!"

While it was deja vu in Cara's case (and make no mistake, just as delightful), Lenny was treated anew with Holly's prompt tug down of her black shorts over her plump, shiny yet soft buttocks, which looked delicious on her tight figure as they wiggled right before the intoxicated man.

"Haha! Look, Mom, I think he likes mine more."

"Oh Holly. He's clearly more of a fan of your mother's. He's probably looking yours over so intensely because he's still trying to find it."

As the two hurdled their playful jabs, Lenny had to admit; making women want to show him their peachy bottoms whenever he scratched his eyebrow (and for no one to be bothered by such a ridiculous tradition) was probably going to send him and his heart to an early grave.

He couldn't wait to try it out on that secretary at the doctor's office. Too bad his appointment wasn't good for a solid two weeks.