Sommerville was just an ordinary town. It was not unlike most Midwestern towns although not every place has a service like Linda. Linda is a young housewife with a special service. She calls it Linda's Delivery Boys.
You see, the husbands of Sommerville are like the "husbands of most ordinary towns. They are busy with their jobs. They are tired when they come home from work. And during the day they leave their wives all alone.
Well, wives get lonely, especially women like Linda.
It started with Jimmy, the young blonde delivery boy from Staten's Market. He came with a load of groceries and left without his load. He delivered it up Linda's sex hungry pussy. That was the just beginning.
Linda got to thinking about the other women, the bored housewives of Sommerville. She knew what they needed. They needed their hot cunts filled, too.
These women needed young delivery boys to give them what their husbands couldn't or wouldn't. And so Linda started her service to satisfy the women who craved young boys.
And she trained the boys to do just about every kinky thing these hot and horny housewives might want. And that was a lot. But satisfaction was guaranteed for the hot-holed housewives when they took their orders from Linda's Delivery Boys.
CHAPTER ONE
Linda paced the kitchen floor. She was waiting for a delivery. Staten's Market had promised that her order would be delivered by noon and it was already twenty minutes after twelve.
It was a hot day and she thought that if the delivery boy from the market came by on his bicycle with the big basket in front, all of her ice cream would melt. She was giving a party that evening and all her women friends and their husbands were coming. She wanted everything to be perfect, including the ice cream.
She just hated it when the ice cream melted and was frozen again. It got all lumpy and she liked to swallow her sweet ice cream when it was nice and smooth.
Linda wasn't in the best of spirits. She hadn't been fucked in a week. She needed regular fuckings to keep her satisfied. She imagined that every woman did.
Of course, she couldn't read about that in the women's magazines. Those magazines simply didn't tell it like it was when it came to sex. Either that, or Linda was just plain oversexed!
The magazines seemed to give the male's point of view. Perhaps they were written by men. They explained that a male reaches his peak of sexuality in his teens. As he gets older his interest decreases and his ability to function decreases along with it.
That doesn't mean that a man of twenty, thirty, forty, or even fifty or more couldn't have a hot sex life. It just meant that he would be at his prime in his teen years. In his teen years, a boy could shoot six or seven loads of cum a day and still have hot pants.
That was where males and females were different. Teenaged girls, these articles said, were not at their sexual prime despite their juicy little tits and tight little boxes. Even though many older men wanted to make it with young girls, they would not always be pleased once they got their wish.
Older women were the most passionate and once beyond the age of twenty-five, every woman was more ripe. It was like fine wine. It needs some aging to reach perfection. The older woman is often the more aroused and the most horny.
That much Linda certainly agreed with. She was twenty-seven-years-old and she seemed to always be hot for sex. What she didn't agree with was the advice the magazines gave to solve the problem of the woman who was married to a man who no longer gave her all the sex she needed.
I The magazines suggested that the women take up other hobbies. Knitting, reading, even ballroom dancing or disco! Linda thought that was a lot of crap. She didn't appreciate the advice at all. She had too much to do around the house. After her cleaning, cooking, and gardening, she was too pooped to dance. Knitting was boring, and she had never been much of a reader. She wasn't interested in taking a good book to bed when she could take a good man to bed instead. Or a boy!
So now she paced the floor, waiting for the delivery. She was getting nervous. She was unfulfilled. She needed something that she wasn't getting. She needed constant fucking. She needed the fucking that a young stud could give her.
Linda went upstairs. She threw herself down on the bed. She imagined that a young stud was on top her. Then she pulled up her housedress and looked down at her naked pussy.
The pussy was a pretty one. She knew that if her husband was too tired to fuck her every night, it wasn't because her pussy wasn't pretty enough. The lips were soft and perfectly formed. They weren't quite identical. One side of her pussy seemed a little bit longer and larger on the outer lips. She liked the way that looked.
The pussy was crowned with curls of dark brown hair. She never trimmed her pussy hair and so one or two strands now had droplets of woman arousal juice on them. The cuntal lips were moistening from her longing and desire. Oh, she just wished that she had a young stud there with her to thrust his prick into her slit and screw her.
Then the hairy pussy would really get slick with cunt cream. Then the lips would really pucker. Then the clit would really glow red hot.
The clit. She opened the lips, parted them, and looked at her little clitty. She teased it with her finger and a shiver coursed up and down her spine. That hot little love button was so sensitive. In fact the entire area just inside her pink hole was easily aroused. She ran her slender finger over the area, imagining that it wasn't a finger, but a cock.
Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes. Her nipples were swelling with the desire that her cunt produced. She was a woman! She needed to get fucked.
No teenaged pussy could hold a candle to this cunt. True, Linda's twat was larger and more loose than a teenaged box, but she had things that no teenager ever had. She was a mature woman and she'd exercised her cuntal muscles enough to know how to really make them snap. She closed the walls of her big box around her probing finger.
Those warm wet walls really hugged the narrow finger. She wished that it was a thick dick up inside of her. Then she'd really have a tight fit which would feel like sex fire inside of her. And she'd undulate her liquid lust all over.
Her pussy was undulating heavily on the finger when there was a knocking at the downstairs kitchen door. She had become so engrossed in frigging herself that she'd forgotten that she was expecting a delivery from Staten's Market.
"Mrs. St. Marks? Are you home?" a young male voice called through the door. He continued to knock.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" In just a few minutes more she would have really been coming. Her pussy would have been convulsing in the orgasms produced by her teasing finger.
As it was he stopped her just short of climax. She knew which sensations turned her on the most. After all, with a lazy husband like Jonathan, she was not given her thrills as often as she needed them, and therefore she had to find pleasure in her hand movements. It was better than nothing.
So she had started to feel herself get dizzy, a sure sign of approaching climax for her. She felt tingling sensations in her pussy, way down in the bottom of it.
But the knocking at the downstairs door had stopped her just before reaching the point of no return. She cursed the poor timing of the delivery boy.
"I'm coming. I'll be right there," she repeated. She started to bound down the stairs. Her full breasts were unrestrained. She didn't believe in wearing bras, especially around the house. Nobody was there but Linda, and so she had even gone without panties. Who would possibly see?
The barefooted housewife tossed her long dark hair back behind her as she made her way down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen.
She could see the shadow of the delivery boy through the window. She opened the back door.
"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. St. Marks," the young delivery boy said. "I was, uh, I was detained at Mrs. Baker's house."
"Lucy Baker?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Lucy Baker."
"Why, she'll be coming here for a little party tonight," Linda said.
"She sure is a nice lady," the delivery boy said.
"Well, don't just stand there with that heavy box of groceries in your arms," Linda smiled. "Come on in. You can put it on the table over there."
"I'm pretty strong, Mrs. St. Marks. I can manage," the boy commented as he entered the house. He was sweating because it was such a hot day.
"Pretty hot out there, isn't it?" Linda asked. "Yes, Ma'am. It is. I'm sweatin' pretty heavily."
"Well, why don't you sit down and take a little rest with me. I could use the company, and I've got the electric fan on. It's comfortable in here."
"I don't mind if I do," the young delivery boy said, placing the box of groceries on the table and wiping his brow.
Linda watched the boy. He was pretty damn young. And handsome, too.
"You're new at the market, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am. Today's my first day."
"I thought so. I'm sure I would've remembered you if I'd ever seen you before. Do you live in Sommerville?" she asked.
"No, Ma'am. I live in Takoma Park, just outside of here, Ma'am," the boy replied.
"You can cut that Ma'am stuff. Call me Mrs. ... uh, call me Linda."
"Alright, Linda," the boy smiled. He had a beautiful smile, Linda thought. He was a wholesome youth with blonde hair, tan skin and a boyish charm. Linda felt tempted to stroke his face. He was at the stage where he shaved, but not very often. Linda could see the soft stubble which appeared on his chin. The rest of face seemed like it had nothing more than peach fuzz on it.
She wondered how it would feel on her palm.
"I'm going to start putting this ice cream away. I've got several flavors here. What's your favorite? Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry or this special sweet cream ice cream?"
"Oh, I guess I like them all," he answered.
Linda smiled. It was just like a boy his age to want a little bit of everything.
"How old are you?" she asked as she brought out two dishes.
"I'll be seventeen in August," he replied.
Linda smiled again. She was charmed by this boy.
Using a silver ice cream scoop, she dished out several scoops as a snack for the boy. She made a dish of vanilla for herself, and gave the boy a little bit of each flavor. He watched her as she then picked up the containers and held them up to her breasts. The vanilla and sweet cream were up against her right tit. Rich chocolate and pink strawberry were snuggling the left. The boy thought the ice cream would melt into syrup snuggled up against the hot body of this beauty.
Her tits bounced and she went to the refrigerator to put the ice creams away. The boy noticed the fullness of her rear through the light material of her clinging housedress.
She was so much more endowed than the skinny little girls he went to school with. He seemed to be attracted to older women. For one thing, there was so much more there to hold onto. His young boy cock throbbed just at the sight of those hips.
Linda stood up on her tiptoes to get the ice cream into the freezer. Her housedress rode up on her, revealing more of her shapely legs. Luckily, the boy didn't see that her creamy inner thighs were damp. The frigging she'd been doing before his arrival had started the flow up in her cunny, and now some of the cunt cream dripped out.
Her twat lips were ever-moistening. The lips were sticky with sweet nectar.
"Say, I didn't even get your name," Linda said, swinging her voluptuous body around suddenly. "I was, uh, involved in something when you first knocked at the door, and then when I saw you standing there outside my kitchen, well, I guess my manners just flew out of my head. You're a lot more handsome than the boys they usually send over from Staten's Market."
The boy blushed slightly. "My name is Jimmy. My friends call me Jimmy V."
"Okay, Jimmy V. Let's have some ice cream."
They both smiled. They liked each other. Linda pulled a chair up close to Jimmy's at the kitchen table. Her knees touched his, but she quickly moved them away. Not that she didn't like the feeling of his teenaged kneecaps against her bare womanly legs. No, she liked it fine. She was afraid that she'd like it too much.
She was experiencing an urge to just place her soft hands against the smooth cheeks of this young boy. She saw his softly curled lips and she longed to place her lightly glossed lips against them. She felt herself wanting to kiss him.
She tried to get her sexual thoughts out of her mind. It was wrong!
She had to admit that these feelings were new for her. Often she had come in contact with young males like Jimmy. They never had appealed to her before.
She liked men, not boys. She had a husband who wore a moustache, and sometimes a beard. His face took on five o'clock shadow each day at noon. He had to shave twice a day. His chest was hairy, too. He was self-assured, where this boy was a little bit shy. And Linda had always preferred that the man take the lead.
Until now. She saw herself in a position which was new for her. She was the older one. She was the wiser one, or so she imagined, when it came to sex. After all, at the age of twenty-seven she should have had some experience in the area. He couldn't have had all that much experience. Why, it suddenly occurred to her that he might be a virgin!
"Uh, Linda," the boy said, interrupting her daydreams.
"Oh, yes, Jimmy, what is it? I'm afraid my mind wandered off again. It's been doing that a lot lately. Especially today."
"Uh, Linda, I wonder if you'd mind if I pull this shirt off. It's all sweated up and keeping it on with this fan goin' might make me catch cold. I'd rather hang it up over the fan so it'll get cooled off and dry," Jimmy said.
Linda swallowed. She couldn't understand why she should feel nervous. She was a grown woman, and yet when he asked if he could take off his shirt, she felt just like a young schoolgirl.
"Oh, of course, Jimmy. Make yourself comfortable. Please, I want you to feel at home here," she said. Truly, she did want this sixteen-year-old blonde god to have everything he wanted. He deserved it, and she hoped that she could fulfill his needs.
He didn't seem too shy about removing his shirt. Linda had to suppress a gasp when his chest was revealed to her. It was tan and beautifully developed. The nipples were like two drops of light chocolate, perfectly placed and clearly evident because of his lack of chest hair. His skin was so smooth, Linda just had to touch it.
Jimmy wore a silver chain around his neck. The pendant fell at the center of his chest and the aroused housewife couldn't resist using the pendant as an excuse to get closer to him, to feel his body on her fingers.
"That's a nice looking chain you've got there around your neck. The silver is delicate. It's very fine," she said as she reached forward and placed her slender fingers at the silver. She traced a path with her fingers which followed the line of the necklace. Actually, she felt tingles in her still-moistening pussy as her fingertips caressed his flesh.
He must have felt something, too, because Linda noticed that his young boy nipples became slightly erect. When he first removed his shirt they were not extended from his body at all. She wanted to touch those, too, but she didn't dare.
"Why not?" she told herself. She felt that he wouldn't mind. She believed that he would want it. She was a beautiful woman. She was the kind of woman this boy probably jerked off to while thumbing through the pages of Playboy magazine. She had often been told that she could have been a Playmate.
She could see that the sixteen-year-old delivery boy would not make the first move. It was up to her. She had to be the aggressor. It was a new role for her, and since it was so new, she feared that she couldn't handle it.
Her cunt was really dripping like a faucet. She realized that there was no doubt about her arousal. She was hot for this kid!
And he gave every indication that he was hot for her, too. But after all, he was the delivery boy, and she was the housewife. This was his first day on the job, and Linda could understand that he wouldn't want to risk losing it because an angry housewife complained of his advances.
Of course, there would be no complaints from Linda, but she realized that Jimmy might not be so assured about that. She decided that she would have to assure him.
"You know, Jimmy, while your shirt is drying we could go into the living room. I've got an air conditioner in there, and we could sit on the couch and finish our ice cream in there, if you have the time, that is," she said sweetly.
"This is my last delivery of the day, Linda," the boy replied. "I only work mornings. It's a summer job. I have the whole afternoon off to smoke and, oh....."
Jimmy suddenly blushed a lot and hung his head.
"Jimmy, what's wrong?" Linda asked, biting her lip nervously. She felt sorry for the boy's embarrassment. True, she was surprised that Jimmy smoked, as he admitted, but what was wrong with that? Her husband smoked cigarettes. A lot of people did.
"If you're embarrassed about admitting that you smoke," Linda added, "you shouldn't be. You are awfully young to be smoking, and the packages say that cigarette smoking is dangerous to your health. But I don't mind."
"Aw, Mrs. St. Marks," the boy said.
"Now, it's Linda. Why the sudden switch?"
She was genuinely moved by the boy's bashful innocence and easy embarrassment complete with blushing. She moved closer. Now their knees did touch. He could smell the sweet natural perfume of her womanly body. She had vanilla ice cream on her breath.
"I don't smoke regular cigarettes, Linda," Jimmy replied. "I smoke those funny cigarettes. Reefers. Marijuana. Grass. All the kids do it. I just don't like to admit it to adults. If my mother ever found out, she'd probably hit the roof."
Linda tried to hide her surprise. She'd heard about pot smoking, of course, but she didn't think that the decent kids in Sommerville smoked the stuff.
She didn't know too much about it, but she didn't want to seem square. She realized that for a moment, Jimmy had put her in the same league as his mother. She was closer in age to Jimmy than his mother was, that was for sure, and she didn't want to be thought of in the classification of 'adults' as he had said.
"Let's go in the living room to finish our ice cream, and maybe you can relax enough to smoke with me," Linda said.
"Yeah?" the boy smiled, his eyes bright and twinkling. "You really mean it?"
"Of course," Linda smiled back warmly. "Of course. I mean it."
The boy suddenly wiped the smile off his face. "Say, you're not an undercover cop or a narc or anything, are you?" he asked with some suspicion.
Linda giggled. "Do I look like one?" she asked, her hand absent-mindedly cupping and caressing an upturned breast globe.
"Well, you look a little like some of the policewomen they show on television. You know, the real beautiful, sexy kind."
Now it was Linda's turn to blush. At least she knew what Jimmy thought of her physical endowments. "No, I'm certainly not a cop or a secret agent," she said.
Jimmy smiled again. Carrying his dish of ice cream up against his naked stomach, he followed Linda's lead into the living room.
He sat down on the brown corduroy sofa and took a plastic vial out of his pants pocket. He went to work, carefully spilling some of the strained herb into a cigarette paper and rolling it. Linda watched his pink boy tongue lick the gummed edge of the white paper. Then he inserted the length of the rolled joint into his wet mouth to seal the thing into a solid mass for smoking.
The stereo AM-FM radio was in the living room and Linda turned it on. Her husband Jonathan had been listening to some classical music the night before. His favorites were classical and country-western, a strange combination.
She wasn't sure what kind of music the young delivery would like, but she turned the dial until she found something with a sexual beat. It was a rock station and the disc jockey spinning the records that afternoon seemed intent on supplying background rhythm for good hot fucking!
As the afternoon progressed, the music, like the temperature outside, grew hotter. Everything was starting to feel more intense for Linda after the joint was inhaled.
After she watched this young stud's handsome face in the soft glow of the flame, she sucked in her first breath of smoke and felt a hot tingling up her behind.
She knew it was a funny thing to feel, but when the first breath of smoke went down into her, she felt as if many tiny little hurts were stretching her behind apart.
It wasn't really hurting, though. It was more like the wonderful feeling that remains inside a cunt after an old-fashioned fucking. Long and hard.
Jimmy had offered her lips the first drag. She took the white end which had just come wetly from his mouth. It had been drenched with his saliva. It was still warm.
Now he took it back in his mouth, this time to drink of its potions and powers. After a drag, he let it sit gently on his outstretched lower lip. Just like an opened cunt, the inside of his mouth was shining.
Linda wanted more. More of the smoke. She liked the feeling that came over her body with the first toke. Suddenly her body relaxed, and she leaned her neck way back like a swan. She closed her eyes and didn't move away when her body moved as it naturally did, closer to Jimmy.
Her fingers found the narrow cylinder and placed it back between her lips. She felt her inhibitions crumble within her after the second breath of marijuana. Her body was naturally moving to the rock beat. She started to sway. Oh, yeah, she wanted to dance. She wanted to get up and shake her stuff.
She passed the joint back and then "got up before the boy. She lifted the hem of her housedress as she moved around the room. Her tits were bouncing and her pelvis was moving. In fact, each bump and grind she performed for the boy's pleasure illustrated her wild abandon. Jimmy was thinking of just one thing when he watched her. Her in bed!
He could just imagine how Linda would fuck. Shit, two hits on a joint and she was bumping her pussy in his face. This bitch was a cheap date.
He was thinking what an easy one this had been. This was the second place in a row that fell hook, line and pussy. Jimmy was already thinking of the next caper he'd pull.
It was easy. Just give the regular delivery boy an extra dollar and take over his job for the best looking chicks. He'd chosen Linda St. Marks very carefully. He liked her looks and he liked her style. She looked like a hot-blooded woman who would be like fire in bed. His dick expanded just thinking about it.
He had alternately been half-erect and rock hard in the time that he'd been inside Linda's cozy house. Here in the living room, the prick had been stiff and throbbing.
The dance she was performing especially for him made the teenager feel like a king. He felt good, too. He'd made the right choice. His youthful good looks made all the women fall for him. They wanted to make it with young kids, and yet they were afraid. They needed someone who wouldn't be too threatening at first.
"What turned you on about me?" Jimmy grinned, pulling Linda toward him by her wrists and feeling her cunt slide down his knee as she placed her self down between his parted thighs.
"Why Jimmy V., " she chuckled. "You knew that I was turned on to you the moment you laid eyes on me, didn't you?"
"From the first," he smiled, his apple cheek accented on the one side because of his lopsided grin.
His hands felt warm on her wrists. His body was still hot from the burning sun even though he had been inside the cool of the house for nearly twenty minutes.
She'd had plenty of time to gaze at him. She'd watched his adam's apple. She'd side-glanced at the bulge in the front of his jeans. She'd gone so far as to imagine her fingers around the width of it as if to measure the thickness. She doubted that one hand would fit around it. She didn't know that young kids had such big dicks.
But for all her observing, she hadn't noticed that quality of lust which he summoned up in his punkish, lopsided grin. Now it was clearly there. Somehow she trusted him less. He wasn't that innocent boy she'd first met.
And yet, he was still having her take the initiative. He wasn't giving her the satisfaction of his touch except to hold her wrists tightly as she sat before him on the floor. He moved his ass cheeks into a position closer toward the edge of the sofa. He wanted to feel Linda's breasts touching the insides of his parted thighs.
"Yeah, I could tell that you were turned on. I could almost see your dress vibrating in front from the shivers of your, uh, your pussy," he said bluntly. He held her wrists when her body reacted with another shiver.
"You can be very bold, young man. Can't you?"
"Oh, Mrs. Linda St. Marks." He licked his lips suggestively. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
CHAPTER TWO
Linda lurched. Even the boy's grip didn't hold her still.
Her voluptuous hip knocked into the coffee table. The dish of vanilla ice cream tipped over onto the floor. It landed face down, naturally.
"Oh, let me wipe that up," Linda yelped. "My husband will have a fit. He just paid to have this carpet cleaned."
She started to get up off her knees. The delivery boy pulled her back down. His temples were pulsing as he told her firmly that she wasn't going anywhere that quickly.
"Don't start thinking about your husband," he said. "Go get a towel to clean that up so it doesn't ruin the carpet, but forget about your husband, understand? It doesn't help my hard-on when you think about your husband."
She looked at him in silenced awe. Her mouth was slightly open, but no sound escaped from it. The voice was hushed and husky when it finally appeared. "Alright," she said. "Alright, Jimmy. Alright."
He took the final drag from the joint as he watched her sway into the kitchen. Her hair was falling down in the front of face and she ran her fingers through it to push it back. She seemed to be in something of a daze as she staggered out. She had already forgotten what it was she was going to the kitchen for.
"Oh, this is so weird," she said to herself. "I feel so, so, stoned. And that boy! Oh, my God, he's terrific."
She placed her hands on her vagina and she could feel the mounds rippling.
She saw an orange dishtowel with little lemons designed on it, hanging from the aluminum rack over the kitchen sink. Suddenly she remembered what it was she had come for. She grabbed it and took long strides back out into the living room. Her breasts were bobbling like grapefruits in the front of her housedress. The gray checkered cotton clung tight enough on her breasts to strain at the nipples. They bounced like liquid-filled flesh, and Jimmy just knew that the creamy whiteness of her breast flesh must have been graced with delicate blue veins, barely noticeable, but part of her unique beauty, never the less.
She was hoping that she hadn't made a fool of herself. She knew that she had behaved as a harlot, bumping and sizzling in front of this sixteen-year-old boy. And yet she sensed that she hadn't.
Something now told her that he was not such an innocent little boy. He was sixteen, alright, but boys of sixteen were very mature these days.
And Linda didn't forget that they were at their sexual peaks.
One line from one of the articles she'd read was very clear in her mind's eye at the moment. She'd read that teenaged boys had so much spunk inside of them, that it had to come out in their dreams. Their cocks would spurt cum even when they didn't stroke them. They tremble and spit in the boys' sleep.
How interesting that she should think about that before seeing Jimmy waiting for her on her return from the kitchen with the dish towel.
He was standing with his legs spread apart. Bent at the knees, it looked as if he had just jerked off. His hands were fisted one over the other, jutting out from between his legs like a thick sausage of flesh.
She couldn't tell if he really had his cock out of his fly, or if he was just playing.
"It's my load," he grinned, his eyes slanted from his high. "Big load of sticky white stuff, huh?" he asked, glancing downward at the thick vanilla ice cream, melting into the carpet at his feet.
Linda could hardly believe that a boy was talking to her this way. Not even her husband was ever that forward and dirty-talking as he was.
She didn't mind it, even though it left her burning hot in the face. She kind of liked it. It made her pussy quiver like jello. Her tit nipples were throbbing with sex heat and boiling passion blood. If she believed that he'd really shot that huge a load of semen on her floor, she would have gotten on all fours and lapped it up like a kitten.
"Jimmy, you're too much," she smiled self-consciously.
He grabbed her by the upper arms, pressing so hard into her with his fingers that the imprint was white, and then red, when his strong hands left her body.
"Don't talk like that," he told her. "It isn't you. It isn't real. I want you to be real with me."
"Do you think people my age aren't real? I've heard the kids say don't trust anybody over thirty. But I'm not thirty yet. I've got several more years before that."
"Shit, I don't care how old you are, woman. You're beautiful."
She fluttered her eyelashes as she smiled, but it wasn't a coy gesture. It was her natural reaction. She liked experiencing it fully.
"There, you see I said what was true, and you liked it," Jimmy smiled. "Don't be afraid. You're perfect for me, Linda St. Marks."
Her breasts started heaving. "You're, you're perfect for me, too," she said. Each syllable was slow in coming. She could hardly believe that the voice she was hearing was her own. Was she really speaking those words? Was she telling the truth?
"If you're so hot for me, why don't you suck on my cock?"
Linda felt something snap inside of her. Her head pressed into his naked chest. She could feel the slight trace of dampness which remained between his breasts, not yet cooled by the breeze.
He held onto her arms as her head slowly moved down. She pressed her cheek against the taut, hairless belly. She felt her ear slide over the buckle of his belt. She pressed hard when she felt the bulge of throbbing meat at the front of his jeans.
"Oh, ohhhh," she sighed. It was rapture for her.
His prick felt hot even through the material. She turned her head into the full bulge and opened her mouth. Her hot breath blew on the dick through the jeans. Her wet tongue muscle came out from her lips and traced a wet path along the line of his shaft.
She found the large fleshy balls, filled with hot, thick boy-cum. Her tongue licked across them, and then in loving circles.
"Wait a minute," Jimmy said softly in his deep husky voice. "I don't wanna wet the material."
He moved back a bit and unbuckled the belt. Slowly, he unzipped his fly.
Down on her knees, Linda was drooling. She wanted this thing in her mouth like a love stick. She could feel that it would extend down into her throat, but she still wasn't sure if she could actually take it all. She hadn't seen it in the raw, yet.
Just when she thought that she'd get a whiff of it in its nakedness, just as her tongue started drooping out, eager for the first lick of the piss slit with its pre-cum pearl, he turned around and her tongue grazed his boy cheeks. "I've got a meaty ass," he said. She burrowed her nose into the crack of his butt, pressing the material of his jeans into the slit along with the tip of her nose. Then she shook her head back and forth which burrowed her in deeper still.
He pulled way, leaving her panting for more. Just as she had stirred up his lust with her sensual dance, he teased her with his strip to the funky rock.
Each buttock came into view, one after the other. They were covered with the whiteness of a pair of jockey shorts. He glanced around and gave her a wink. Then he turned around so that his crotch was at her face again.
The bulge was straining at the front of the jockey shorts. Linda had imagined that he couldn't have been wearing underwear because the big basket he showed in front seemed unrestrained. Now she realized that it must really be monstrous to show so much through the jeans and the cotton briefs.
It was shown to her inch by inch. He pulled the waistband down just far enough in front to expose the pulsating tip of the pulsating dork.
"Put your nose on it," he told her. She breathed it in. It was uniquely a boy cock. Heat radiated from the bulbous purple heart of it. An ooze of semen became wet spider-silk when it touched the closure between her nostrils.
Slowly, he pulled down more on his undershorts. Linda pulled her head back just enough to see the entire prick head and part of the glistening, veiny shaft.
"I have to have it," she panted. "Oh, Jimmy, I have to have that big beautiful thing in my mouth. Let me give you head, baby. Let me give you head."
He reached behind her and enveloped his fingers in her hair. He pressed her head forward into his groin. Her longing lips closed around the object of her desire.
They moaned simultaneously as the wet warmth of her woman-mouth wrapped its energy around the meaty bone. She took the flesh in until her bottom lip tasted the waistband of his underpants. She soaked the cotton material with her now flowing saliva. She pressed downward, trying to take more of the fuck-flesh inside of her.
He arched his pelvis forward, pressing her down on the thing. With his other hand he pulled the cotton underpants down as she used her mouth. Inch after inch was sinking into her mouth, and then her throat. Soon there seemed too much for her to swallow.
But Jimmy continued to press downward, forcing her to take what she wanted so badly.
He didn't care if she gagged on it as long as she took it in further after she was finished. He would have forced that on her, but she was so inspired by his young, hard meat, she did that without being told.
Her hot throat was too good to waste for a second. He wasn't thinking about creasing or wetting his jeans at this point. One hot throat was down on that joystick. He moved both hands to the sides of her head to hold her face in place.
"Just hold it with your throat wide open," he told her. "I'm gonna fuck your face."
The housewife started to moan. Her cunt was creaming. The dark strands of pubic wire were wet and curled. She was in a lather over being made to suck the dick of the young delivery boy. She hoped and prayed that her husband wouldn't come home early and catch them.
Jimmy moved his pelvis back. Then he started a steady rhythm. His buttocks and curved spear were moving in a deliberate pattern. He'd go in the left side of her mouth, scraping her left inner cheek. His movement was fast, accurate, trained.
He knew what he was doing. He rotated his dork inside of her. He pulled it almost all the way out against her yearning right cheek. Her lips were reluctant to part with it, and he rewarded her for that.
Her reward was to take a steady barrage of rammings.
The flow of music stopped. Jimmy broke his rhythm. He pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. Her lips still wanted to hug it.
"Time to strip all the way. I want to feel your naked body under mine," Jimmy told her.
"You want to go upstairs and do it in my bed?" she asked.
"You share the bed with your husband?" Jimmy replied, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Yes, I do," she said.
He cocked his head and seemed to be thinking. "Yeah, why not?" he finally smiled.
Linda smiled, too. For a moment she feared that her delivery boy would say no. She was anxious to writhe for him with their naked bodies in the sheets she shared with her husband. Her face was telling him all of that. He could see that she would do nearly anything to please him, and he was hot as hell to do anything to please her.
She had sucked his dick, and he knew that she had a pussy which was damn ripe for some sucking and licking, too. He wanted to fit his mouth inside of her and suck out her womanly juices. He wanted to drink this beauty down.
To turn him on before taking him upstairs to suck her and fuck her, Linda bent down and lapped up some of the melted ice cream which had melted on the floor. Her passion had been intense. The melted ice cream, still uncleaned, was testimony to that fact.
With the ice cold sweetness still in her mouth, she wrapped her lips around Jimmy's bone-hard stick. She bobbed her head up and down on the length of it. The ice cream numbed him as she slid up and down. The thing was bucking back and forth inside of her. It was an extraordinary sensation for them both.
When her throat and mouth became fiery wet channels again, he pulled his staff of life from her. The hot-holed housewife looked up at the towering mass of young muscles.
"Let's go upstairs, now," she whispered. "I've got a lot to show you."
Not too many houses down the lane, another housewife was surprised by the early return of her husband, Arthur.
Lucy Baker was sitting on the round satin-covered bedspread in her pink bedroom.
"What are you doing home so early?" she snapped.
"I decided to treat myself to a half-day at the office," he said meekly.
"You should telephone me if you're coming home early," she said, waving her hairbrush at him as she spoke. "I don't like surprises."
"I'm sorry, Lucy. I didn't know you felt that way. I'll call you if I ever come home early again."
"I wish you would," she said, still visibly irritated. She began brushing her curly blonde hair. Each stroke was hard and deliberate. "As a matter-of-fact," she said as an afterthought, "I don't think it's such a good idea for you to be coming home in the middle day from work. We need the money."
She paused to eat one of the chocolate-covered cherries which she consumed in abundance.
"But Lucy, I still get paid for the whole day," he explained, his voice only slightly strained. He felt as if he wanted to bellow, but I he didn't dare upset Lucy. She could really be a pussy-whipper on wheels when he provoked her bitchiness.
"Oh," she said simply. She dropped another chocolate-covered cherry into her mouth and took a moment to peer into her hand mirror. "It's amazing how I stay this slim," she cooed at herself.
Lucy Baker had good reason for not wanting
Arthur to arrive home unexpectedly during the day. The next time she shopped at Staten's Market she was again going to have her groceries delivered. She was going to make a special request for Jimmy V. He was such a fine a delivery boy.
He'd delivered a steaming load into her juicy snatch. She loved to be hard-fucked, and Arthur simply couldn't do it. He was pretty good with the vibrator he worked up inside of her, but when it came to his own extension, he was a bit too soft for Lucy's pleasure.
Perhaps that was why she walked over him so. She was dedicated to the belief that a woman needs good fucking from her man in order to love and respect him. She should have been kinder to Arthur on this afternoon. She had gotten what she needed up her cunt.
But she seemed to be as disapproving as always. If he'd come home and found her getting banged by young Jimmy, she would have really been pissed. She was glad that nothing had happened to disturb her terrific time with the delivery boy.
Arthur pretended not to notice her irritability. He was too much of a gentleman to criticize her, although some thought she needed at least that.
He imagined that he'd never put her down, for fear of hurting her feelings.
"I came home early to give you something," he told her. He cupped his throbbing boner with his hand.
Lucy couldn't have cared less, but at least she had some compassion for him; some understanding of feelings and an awareness that she did care for him.
She couldn't muster up an enormous amount of enthusiasm over it, especially since the young delivery boy had given her just what she needed and more only hours ago.
"So you have a hot surprise for me?" she asked, popping another chocolate-covered cherry into her mouth.
"Yeah, a real hot one, just like when we first married," he grinned.
Their sexual relationship had been a lot hotter in the early days (and nights) of their marriage. There was a reason for that. Lucy had married Arthur for his money.
There were other factors, of course, which played in her decision to become his wife, but money was certainly a big green banner waving behind him at all times.
A convenient relationship had since been established between them. It was the relationship into which he put his all. For her it was a convenience.
She did care for Arthur, and he did provide for her. Lucy skills were limited, to say the least. She was one to lead a man by his nose, even after snagging him for all he was worth. But now that he told her he had a hard gun in his pocket, she felt obliged to let him shoot it off in her cunt.
"I'm going into the bathroom to wash up," Arthur told her. "When I come out, I'll be nude and we can get it on."
Lucy smiled. She swallowed another chocolate-covered cherry. She thought about inserting one of the chocolate-covered cherries into her pussy as a sweet surprise for his prober. It would be a joke because her cherry had been popped long ago, even before she'd ever, laid eyes on Arthur.
But she decided to save the kinky stuff for Jimmy. She was looking forward to the next time that she would see the young delivery boy. She felt more at ease to explore her sexuality with a stranger like Jimmy. Jimmy was a hot young stud, and he wouldn't judge her or hold anything against her, except his dick!
Sometimes it's easier to relate to a stranger, a youngster, than to your own husband. That was what Lucy thought, and that was one reason why the teenaged delivery boy came back into her head, over and over again.
She wanted him in her cunt, over and over again.
She'd save the cherries for him.
Arthur returned from the bathroom. He was naked, as he'd promised. His body wasn't bad. He'd kept it in shape. And his prong was standing out like a handle.
Lucy reached for it and held on. "Stick it in me," she said.
"Not so fast. I want to tease you with it first."
He started rotating the head of his prick around and around on the skin of her body. He stripped her slowly, holding her when she was partially dressed as closely as he held her when she was nude. Her body was ample. The flesh made her like a Ruebens nude; big and fleshy, but not overly ripe.
Just right. That's what Lucy was, just right.
Arthur played with the voluminous folds of her cunt lips. They were thick and he could flap them with his fingers as he explored her cuntal realm. The inside of her pussy had been fucked out by young Jimmy, but Arthur didn't suspect that Lucy had been cheating on him. He just thought that it was close to that time of month for her, and that her lust lips were swollen because of it.
She remained lying on her side. She could have turned over and stayed on her back with her legs spread apart. She could have, but she didn't. She was cooperative, up to a point. She still wanted to hold the reigns on Arthur, and she-didn't even allow herself to enjoy his ardent attention. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, blinking sharply from time to time. Her mind was in another place. She thought about the laundry which she wanted Arthur to do for her. She thought about the dinner which she wanted Arthur to prepare; either that or he'd take her out to dinner, that was her intention.
She didn't appreciate his greasy brow bobbing on her thighs as he dipped his tongue into her snatch and ate her. She thought that his tongue slithered like an eel. She had the decency not to tell him that, though.
"Ouch!"
She winced and complained when his beard rubbed like sandpaper against her fucked out cuntal lips. Jimmy's face was so soft and smooth. He didn't scratch her the way Arthur did. She clenched her teeth and withstood it. She really wanted to yelp even louder than that, but she resisted.
She'd called Arthur 'clumsy' several times in the past and later it hurt her to have been so cruel. She really didn't want to hurt his feelings in that way. She really did come to love him in her own way. It was just that sex wasn't one of the outlets she wanted to share with him. She did it only out of obligation.
Arthur knew it. He wasn't nearly as foolish or as blind as he appeared to be through Lucy's vision. The streak of resentment she had in her was probably resentment with herself for having married him for money. Even though she loved him in her own way now, she felt that there was much she was missing by having married a man who could not fulfill her sexually.
Arthur thought her resentfulness was probably created by her own anger and guilt. He had been able to read her motives for marrying him from the beginning. She married him because she wanted to be pampered like a princess. He had the money to give her all she needed, and he had the desire to give her all she wanted, and that was much, much more.
For all of Lucy's stubbornness about giving in completely to the advances of her husband, she had' sure given in when young Jimmy had come around.
She could see the glint of lust in the boy's eyes from the beginning. About sex, Lucy was perhaps a bit more calculating than Linda who had taken young Jimmy as an innocent.
As Arthur continued to try his methods of stimulation on Lucy, she thought about Jimmy. She recalled how the delivery boy had taken out his dork and stuffed her face with it. Even now, as her husband worked on her, she thought of Jimmy putting his thing into her cunt. He'd pressed his way so far into her that the back of her pussy gagged on his joystick.
"Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy," she moaned. "Make a cunt out of me. Treat me like a real pussy," she cried.
"I like doing this to you," he said. "I love to see you worshipping my prick."
Jimmy had figured out exactly what it was that this woman needed. He was an expert at sex in that he could accommodate himself to any woman's needs. He was a true stud.
He really pleased Lucy. She told him that she wanted to be a slave to his masterful cock, and he took the stiff thing in his hand and watched as her tongue flickered for it. She was begging for it with her tongue and with the frenzied writhing of her body.
Jimmy liked the way she moaned. She was really getting off on his cock. Just the sight of it made her moan. She kept saying that she would do anything for the cock.
"Just don't take it away from me," she begged. "Please don't take it away."
He teased her with it in a way that Arthur never could. With Arthur, it was a game for Lucy. She knew what to expect after several years of married life with him.
But the delivery boy represented new excitement. That was why she let the thick cock flop all over her. She held it in her hands and moved it all over her body. The piss slit was, oozing pre-cum, and she moaned as the wetness caressed her.
She placed the head of it on her tits. The piss slit could accommodate her firm nipples She looked at young Jimmy and her mouth opened in a perfectly formed 'o' which was the o-shape of awe at his youthful magnificence.
He was just as impressed with her, but he didn't let on. He wanted her to do the worshipping. But he was quite taken with Lucy's enthusiasm. When she inserted a firm, tan nipple into the opening at the head of his dick, he was aroused and groaned.
The sixteen-year-old stud hadn't thought of that one. He liked making it with older women, women older than he was, because they had so much to offer.
They all had ideas which they tried out on him. These were their fantasies. All day long they dreamed about their fantasies, fantasies they could never share with their husbands. They were too close to their husbands, and didn't dare be totally uninhibited with them. They were afraid of being put down and judged.
But Jimmy was such an open kid. He was game for anything.
"I'll try anything twice," he told Lucy. "Oh, then try making me a slave to your prick," she moaned.
He took it in his hand and saw to it that she put her head down near it. He liked manipulating her and telling her what to do. He liked the way her voluptuous body responded to his desires. When he told her to assume a position, she did.
This was a new feeling for young Jimmy, too. Jimmy's new position was a new position in more than one way. He had taken on the self-appointed position of delivery boy to horny housewives. And with it came the position of sex stud.
With his prick in his hand and Lucy's face at his crotch, he used the organ to slap her. It didn't hurt her, really, but it left a hot throbbing in the form of his erection. It remained on her face as he used his thick boy cock to slap her repeatedly.
She had asked to be made into a cock slave, and this was how Jimmy handled the situation. He loved the feeling of power. He wanted to do this kind of thing all the time. In fact, he had a lot of friends who would be willing to do it, too.
After teasing Lucy with his shaft, he decided to get right to the point.
"I don't have all day," he told her. "I have another delivery to make before this day is finished. I'm already late for it."
"So what?" Lucy said. "Isn't this more fun than making deliveries?"
He had to admit that it was, but secretly he was really ready to try Linda St. Marks, the next lovely on his delivery rounds.
"I like it, but I gotta go," Jimmy told Lucy. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
That was exactly what he did. He fucked her with one goal in mind. He wanted to satisfy himself and make his delivery. It would be a delivery of a steaming hot load of thick boy-spunk up her ravaged, womanly snatch.
By fucking her like this, he satisfied her beyond her wildest imagination.
His dick was like a piston going at a high speed inside of her. As the cock lurched in and out of her at top speed, it became a blur to the eyes. It really nailed her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Lucy cried out.
"You're getting it, baby. You're getting it."
"Oh, yeah! Fuck me. Oh, oh, oh!" Each time he banged her, she moaned. No wonder. He was really giving it to her and she was loving every stroke. He knew how to please this longing housewife. She wanted to be screwed like this all the time.
"I can fuck for hours," the stud told her. "Yeah, I like to save it all up and make it really something when I finally let it all out up your cunt."
"Fuck it up my cunt tunnel," she cried. "I want to feel that liquid fire spraying right up inside my pussy. Spew it out into me. Empty it out into my pussy!"
"I will baby," Jimmy groaned. "I sure will."
He could have lasted hours more. He could have fucked her, shot his wad, and then fucked her again and again. But there was no time for that.
Jimmy liked variety. He couldn't be pinned down. He liked to pin the women down with his mighty tool, but he couldn't be pinned down to them or by them.
That was why he was a perfect stud. One pussy wasn't enough for him. He wanted them all, as long as they were deep and wet and hot for him.
"I'm gonna shoot it, now," he told her. "Oh, yes, Jimmy. Give it all to me," Lucy begged.
He began bucking her with his rod. Her cunt was taking it all, over and over again. He whammed the shaft into her and she cried for it.
"Oh, oh, I feel it coming," he grunted, sounding more and more like an unleashed animal than like a teenaged delivery boy. "My nuts are tingling. Oh, it feels like I've got a million tiny little needles sticking in my nuts."
"That's the cum boiling up in you. Let it fly out. Send it up my snatch tunnel."
"Oh, yeah, you got it! Take that sperm, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!! ! "
She yelped back. "Ahhhhhhhh!! ! "
He triggered her own climax and her eyes rolled back in her head. She began to convulse all over, but especially in her cunt. It was snapping on his pummeling pecker, hugging it and squeezing it until every last drop of cum was drained from it.
They came together.
"I gotta go now," Jimmy said, rather abruptly, after depositing his load in Lucy's much-married pussy.
"Find 'em, feej 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em, huh?" Lucy said, although the smile on her face and the light tone of her voice made it quite evident to the lad that she was playing with him.
"Yeah, slam, bam, thank you, Ma'am. That's the way I do it," he told her.
They both had a good laugh:
"Where are you off to now?" Lucy asked him.
"I have a load to deliver to Mrs. St. Marks. I'm afraid that some of the heavy cream, the ice cream, is melting, I've been here so long."
"I know Linda St. Marks very well," Lucy said. "Once she sees you, that horny woman won't care if the ice cream has turned to soup," Lucy laughed. Then she thought that she'd better ask the delivery to keep his mouth closed about what had taken place. Sommerville was a small town in some ways. News had a way of traveling fast. There were more wagging tongues than cunt-lapping tongues in Sommerville.
"The tongues that don't do battle inside another mouth, do battle wagging and spreading tales," Lucy told him. "Let's keep this a secret from Linda and from everybody else."
"My mouth is often open on young, hot cunt," Jimmy said straightforwardly. "But when it comes to talking about it, my lips are sealed."
"Good," Lucy smiled. "Let me seal them with a kiss."
She planted a wet one on his lips, and off he went to see Linda St. Marks.
When Linda planted her wet kiss upon his shaft, she knew what Jimmy didn't tell her. She kissed that thick thing with all that fresh pussy still on it. His heavy foreskin was ripe with fresh snatch.
He'd told her that he'd just made a delivery to Lucy Baker. Linda smelled the cock and recognized the scent on it as female, like her own.
It was slutty for her to take the cock which had just been in her girlfriend's hole. She knew what she was doing, and it made her feel all the more kinky and wild.
She got off on it. It was unlike the straight-laced ways of her husband. He was a very clean man and would have washed with much soap and hot water after a sexual encounter. But this boy wasn't like that. He was just a stud.
And that's what Linda wanted from a hot delivery boy. She wanted a stud. She wanted a young guy who could make her feel like a hot sex pig.
She was sure that his cock tasted strongly of manhood when she sucked it up to erection. Having never tasted pussy, she couldn't be sure that it was actually cunt lube in her mouth. But she didn't care.
She liked the sense of freedom she felt with this young boy.
Jimmy liked his new position. He liked being delivery boy to horny, hot-holed housewives. He fucked the boredom out of their lives.
Only after Jimmy left did Linda come up with the wonderful idea. Strangely enough, (although it was, perhaps, not all that strange in light of the boy's special endowments and the needs of the bored housewives), Lucy thought of the very same thing.
It was a way to market this young delivery boy for the purpose of the neighborhood ladies. Lucy's husband Arthur was fucking her, wriggling his cock inside. But Lucy was thinking of her scheme. She wondered if she dared tell Linda about it.
She saw the possibility of a fine arrangement.
CHAPTER THREE
Lucy and Arthur Baker arrived at the home of Linda and Jonathan St. Marks. Other guests were there as well, but Lucy and Linda gravitated toward each other.
Even though she had practically made young Jimmy swear that he'd remain quiet about the special delivery he'd given her earlier that day, Lucy went right to Linda and began to gossip.
"I understand that you do your marketing at Staten's Market, too," she cooed knowingly. "The delivery boy told me that he was on his way to your place after he dropped his load with me."
"Yes, he had quite a big load for me, too," Linda replied, all within earshot of their husbands. "I bought quite a load of groceries for this party," she was quick to add.
"I'll bet," Lucy smiled. The two housewives winked at each other and giggled.
"What are you gigglers up to?" Jonathan St. Marks asked, joining their conversation.
"Oh, we're just talking about the usual thing we girls chat about at parties," Lucy told him.
"And what might that be?" he asked.
"Oh, babies, recipes, the latest fashions, you know."
"Oh, I see," Jonathan answered.
Lucy tossed the ball at him. "And what were you fellows talking about?" she asked.
"Oh, the usual things guys talk about at parties," he answered. "Sports, the office, you know."
Actually, both the women and the men had only one topic of conversation. It wasn't babies, or fashions. It wasn't recipes. It wasn't sports or business, either. It was sex!
Lucy told Linda her idea as soon as the two of them had a chance to chat privately.
"Just think of it," she enthused. "We wouldn't have to do it for money. It would be a mutual thing because the boys and the women would all want it. The young studs would have lots of women to relieve their sexual tensions, and the women would have lots of young studs to relieve theirs. It seems perfect!"
"And those boys would really deliver!" Linda agreed. "But how do we go about it?"
"One of us will have to make the contact with Jimmy again. He told me that he had a lot of friends who were hot for older women."
"Imagine us being older women!" Linda declared, waving her hands in a gesture of disbelief. She was only twenty-seven, and Lucy was still shy of her thirtieth birthday. They were hardly ready for the junk heap, especially not with their chassis.
"Well, Jimmy thinks of us as older women. But that doesn't mean that he thinks of us as old. It's all relative, Linda," Lucy continued in explanation. "We think of the boys as young, but they're not babies. They know what they're doing."
"Yeah, if Jimmy's friends are anything like him, they sure do. Hey, tell me about what Jimmy did with you," Linda giggled.
"Not now, girl. We have to concentrate on business first."
"Oh, right. It's so hard to concentrate when
Jimmy keeps coming back into my head. Now, let's see. Where were we?" she asked.
"I said that one of us will be in charge of working it out with Jimmy and his boys. I think I'll volunteer for that," Lucy said.
"Oh, you would pick the best thing for yourself," Linda pouted. "I'll have to do the arrangements with the women."
"You can start right now. There are plenty of women at this party who would give their eye teeth for what Jimmy's got to throw."
"Yeah, I know that. It won't be difficult to ' get recruits. It's just that I want to see Jimmy again, real badly. He. really had what I needed," Linda said.
"I know just what you mean, honey," Lucy agreed. "Tell you what," she said, thinking. "We can call the service Linda's Delivery Boys. How about that?"
"Hey, Linda's Delivery Boys," Linda repeated. "Very catchy. I like it. I like it. Linda's Delivery Boys. Boy, do they deliver!"
The two housewives had a good laugh. Sally Ames wanted to find out what the fun was all about.
"Hey, is this a private clambake or can anybody join?" the lovely, dark-haired Sally asked.
"Interesting that you should put it that way, Sally," Linda said. "We were just talking about forming a little club and you would be a perfect member, I'm sure."
Linda and Lucy told Sally what they had in mind. Needless to say, this third unsatisfied wife was very interested in the prospect of being part of a suburban sex club devoted to the mutual interests of young boys and their older women.
She even suggested that the boys be trained to work out various fantasies with the housewives. "There will be a lot of different women participating in this club, I'm sure. They have a lot of fantasies in need of fulfillment."
"That's a great idea," Linda agreed. "We can have the boys trained to serve as we desire. We can even write down our secret fantasies and place the papers in a bowl. Then the boys can pick the papers, and they'll get to act out the fantasies with us."
They all agreed that the prospect was an exciting one, pregnant with possibilities. Later the following week, the women got to try out their scheme. It started slowly, one on one. Sally Ames and Jimmy's friend Todd were the players.
Sally's fantasy had been picked from the fishbowl by Todd.
Todd was seventeen-years-old. He was a redhead with pale skin and a huge piece of meat. The dick was veined in blue. A shock of curly red pubic fuzz adorned the dick. He was a handsome freckled-face kid; the typical boy-next-door with a constant hard-on. He was shy at first, but once it got down to sex, he was like a wild man.
Sally was nine years older than Todd. She was a statuesque woman. On this day she wore her dark hair pulled back off her forehead. It was wrapped around in a neat bun on the top of her head. She hid her large eyes behind a pair of thick glasses.
She was dressed in a two piece suit. The skirt hung down below her knees. The matching jacket was gray. Her high-necked blouse was pink and it was buttoned all the way up and fastened with a bow in front.
Her figure was certainly concealed in the outfit. Her sensible shoes did little to accent the curves of her legs. All in all, she appeared rather cold and prim.
Todd wasn't very impressed. He began to have second thoughts about this idea. He had agreed to be part of the delivery boy service after Jimmy told him about the hot women they'd meet and screw. The teenaged girls they knew were all holding their legs tightly together. They weren't ready for real sex the way the older women were.
The little girls didn't appreciate the passion which raged inside these rebellious youths because they had not yet reached their sexual peaks, while the boys had.
It was the women like Linda and Lucy who were really ready to appreciate what the boys had to offer, and hearing all this from Jimmy made Todd eager to be part of the fun.
But Sally wasn't his idea of a peach. She seemed much too uptight for him in that body-hiding outfit of hers. Fuck, the woman reminded him of a sour teacher. School was out for the summer. He didn't want to be reminded of it.
But when he actually read the fantasy as described by Sally on the paper Todd picked from the bowl, he understood what was going on. He was hot for it.
The fantasy situation described by Sally read as follows: "I am a teacher in a high school. I'm only a few years older than the boys I teach. (It's an all-male student body, with female teachers). Anyway, in my fantasy, I reprimand one of the boys in the class. I make him stay after school. I might even give him some humiliating discipline to go through. But then the boy's classmates appear. They're all angry with me for putting their buddy through hell. They make me pay for what I've done with sex. All the kids gang up on me and have their way with me, sexually. Especially the boy
I've told to stay after class."
Todd's pecker began to throb even as he read the words. He was eager to play out the sex game with Sally, knowing that he would soon be getting beyond the stuffy clothes to the flesh beneath.
Jimmy and another boy, a black dude of fifteen years named Ricky, completed the fantasy as Todd's buddies. A classroom setting was arranged in the basement of Sally's house. Her husband was working late, so they had plenty of privacy.
Sally stood at the head of the class.. She called herself Miss Ames, and used a wooden pointer to underscore words which she'd printed on the blackboard. She began by giving a lesson to her students. She spoke to them about Japan.
"You know what they say about those geisha girls, don't you?" Jimmy snickered, whispering and leaning toward Todd who occupied the seat beside him in the makeshift classroom.
"No, what?" Todd asked.
Jimmy started to whisper something about how the Japanese geisha girls are trained to serve their men. Their purpose is to please the man in any and every way. He said something about the girls' pussies. Todd, who was already greatly aroused by the very nature of this entire arrangement between the women and their delivery boys, had an instant hard-on over Jimmy's tale.
"Excuse me," Miss Ames said, her voice trembling with anger. "You boys know that there is to be no talking in this classroom when I'm giving a lesson!"
Jimmy was the one who started the whispering, but of course it was Todd who was caught. And the hard-on straining at Todd's crotch was evident through the material of the boy's pants.
Miss Ames used the wooden pointer. Todd felt the end of it grazing his cock. She moved the tip of the stick back and forth along the boner.
"And what is that, young man?" she said with authority.
It was a stiff dick. What the fuck did she think it was!
"Uh, I guess I became a little bit excited about something," Todd mumbled.
"About me, I'll bet!" the teacher shouted.
"No, Ma'am, no," Todd stammered, not quite sure what to say so as not to anger the teacher with a temper. "I'm not sure what caused the boner."
"Boner? What kind of language is that to use in the classroom?" she asked, tapping the stick against his throbbing cock as she spoke in demanding tones.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am," the young boy apologized.
"You should be. But you'll be a lot more sorry after you've stayed after class. Class dismissed, except for Todd."
Jimmy and Ricky left their desks. Todd was left alone in the classroom with his teacher. She stood next to him with her legs spread apart. He stared into the V of her crotch, which was covered with the coarse material of the gray suit.
He was wondering about what was under there, but she turned his mind to other thoughts.
"Your behavior in my classroom deserves immediate attention, young man," she said in that authoritarian tone. "You were whispering about me, weren't you? You were whispering and snickering about your teacher and you were getting sexually excited over me. I know you were."
"No, I wasn't Ma'am," Todd protested as gently as he could.
Miss Ames cracked the pointer against the floor. She held it high, let it whistle through the air, and made it land with a crack against the floor just beside the boy's feet. He flinched.
"Don't compound your trouble by telling lies, young man," the teacher said sternly. "I know what you were doing. Your erection doesn't lie. That's the proof."
"But why do you think that the erection is created by thoughts of you?" young Todd asked pleadingly.
"I know that it is. Look at it there. The erection persists. I am the only source of stimulus for you in this room. That explains it, doesn't it? It's very clear to me and I'm going to have to punish you for it. After some discipline with this pointer, you'll think twice about getting an erection in my classroom again."
"Please, Miss Ames. Don't punish me. I promise I won't do it again."
"I know you won't. Not after I tan your hide with this pointer."
Todd really didn't want to feel the hurt of Miss Ames' wrath. He did everything he could think of to avoid getting hit by the teacher. But his protests and excuses weren't doing anything but getting him into hotter water.
"I don't think that physical punishment is permitted in schools in this part of the country, Miss Ames. You'd be committing a crime if you hit me," he said.
"It is illegal to smack students in public schools in these parts. Are you forgetting that this is not a public school? This is a private school. We are not subject to the rules of the public school system. Teachers are permitted to spank students here, even if the students are high school boys. Some of you need the mess beaten out of you."
"But Miss Ames,. . . "
"No more!" she told him. "Now face the black board. Write an apology out to me on the board."
Todd took the chalk in his trembling hands. The curly-haired redhead looked awfully sad.
"I will dictate, and you will write," Miss Ames told Todd. Then she began and he wrote the words haltingly.
"Dear Miss Ames. I am sorry for being a sex-hungry teenager. I admit that I was erect because I was thinking of sexual activity with you. Please forgive me and punish me hard. Sincerely, Todd."
It hurt him to write it because none of it was true. Well, most of it wasn't true. He had thought about sex with his teacher, but he didn't imagine that she'd take it all so seriously.
As much as the humiliating punishment of writing the apology on the board hurt him, it was to be nothing in comparison to the hurting the teacher was preparing to lay on him.
"Now you'll be able to read those words as you receive what's coming to you," she announced. "Get your hands up on the board over the written apology. Stick your butt out. I'm going to give you ten good ones."
The boy swallowed hard and did as he was told. He placed his hands up on the board and stood with his butt sticking out. He felt the stick which she used for pointing. She was tapping the insides of his thighs, telling him to spread his legs further apart. Again he did as he was directed.
Sweat was dripping down from his brow as he waited apprehensively.
Then he felt his teacher's slender fingers at the buckle of his belt. She was undoing the belt! She was unsnapping the snap at the top of his pants. She was unzipping his pants. Oh, no! She was going to pull down his drawers and administer the licking on his bare behind! That would really sting. And oh, the humiliation.
"Please, Miss Ames. Don't pull my pants down." he begged.
"This is for your own good, young man," the teacher said. "It will be much more effective when administered to your bare behind. Now, keep it sticking way up and out. I want a full target. No backing away or moving that bottom of yours, or I'll have to give you extra strokes."
Tears welled up in the youngster's eyes. His teacher had the upper hand. He had no choice, it seemed, but to obey. He bit his trembling lower hp and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see his own nakedness as his teacher pulled his pants down and let them stay at his knees. Then her hand moved under the waistband of his underpants.
They too were slowly pulled down. The rounded, hairless buttocks were revealed. The naked ass flesh trembled as a draft coursed over the flawless mounds. He shuddered to think about what the first stroke would feel like.
Still, his boy-cock was standing at attention like a banana curved upward from between his young thighs. His erection was still with him. It refused to go down.
The teacher ran the wooden pointer sideways over the cheeks of his butt. She moved it lightly to give him a taste of what he could expect in a much heavier dosage.
She raised the stick away from his posterior to take aim. There was that moment of silence before the whistling of the stick through the air, and the landing of the stick on the white ass flesh.
Before the moment of silence took wing, Jimmy and Ricky came bursting through the door! "Hold it, teacher!" Jimmy announced.
"Yeah," Randy joined in, threatening the teacher. "You're not doin' anything to our buddy without our permission."
Miss Ames was fearful of what they might do to her. Why, they might go so far as to rape her! They certainly looked capable of that.
"We'll see who's gonna get punished here," Ricky declared.
"Boys, wait a second. I'm the teacher in this room. You can't do this to me."
"We can't? We're doing it, aren't we? It sure looks that way to me," Ricky laughed.
Todd released himself from the teacher's clutches. But he didn't bother to pull his pants up again. In fact, he kicked them off completely.
"Hey, that looks comfortable," Jimmy said. "I'll do the same. My prick has been getting all hot and bothered in those tight jeans. I think I'll let it loose for a breather."
The eyes of Miss Ames were wide as she watched her students get naked from the waist down. When Todd and Jimmy had both stripped, Ricky did the same.
"Did you ever see the dick of a black teenager?" the boy asked the teacher who was now pressed against the blackboard in fear.
"I, uh, no, I haven't," she admitted, fearfully.
"Well, you're seein' one now," Ricky grinned, unleashing a large black prong which shot hot white juice. "It's darker than black coffee and hotter, too."
Sally could feel the damp juice from her cunt soaking up the front of her panties. The cunt cream was triggered by her fear of sexual assault.
She'd heard of young students in high schools ganging up on their teachers. It was not that uncommon a practice in inner city high schools; the ghetto schools, where angers spurred on sexual attacks on the authorities, especially the shapely authorities.
In those schools, teachers were advised not to walk alone in the corridors. Groups of youths banded together, hiding in the stairwells, ready to pounce on unsuspecting teachers; They concentrated on the attractive female teachers, especially the ones who had reputations for being bitchy with the male students.
But this was Sommerville! How could it be happening here?
The youths surrounded the trembling teacher.
"Well, we're naked where it counts. Let's see what you've got hidden beneath your skirts, Miss Ames," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, Miss Ames," black Rick jumped in. "Show us your muff."
"Do you think she's got a furry muff?" Todd asked his buddies, laughing and deriding her.
"Aw, I'll bet she shaves it clean as a whistle," Rick said.
"Please, boys. Leave me alone and I'll let Todd go," the woman pleaded.
"No way, teacher," Rick snarled, suddenly flashing his anger and his pearly teeth which glinted in contrast to his dark skin. His nostrils were flaring like a bull ready to attack.
"You kept our friend Todd after class and tried to embarrass him," Jimmy said. "We don't like that. We stick up for our pals. We see to it that haughty teachers like you don't try to pull that kind of crap again. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she said, her voice quivering like her quim.
She thought that by saying that she understood, she would be set free. But she was wrong on that account. She was going to have to really be made to understand.
"Alright, enough of the bullshit," Jimmy said. "Miss Ames, I want you to strip."
She trembled. She stalled. Then she said, "You'll never get away with this. When the principal finds out about your actions he'll take actions on you and he won't go lightly, I assure you. I
"Strip!! ! " Rick barked. "My pal told you to strip and that's what you are gonna do. Now do it!"
There was no reasoning or threatening that would work now. These kids meant business and the humbled schoolteacher was going to have to submit to them.
She knew that if she didn't cooperate, they might get rough with her. They might tie her up or lock her in a closet for the weekend. They might send out for more of their buddies to help along in the gang bang. Anything was possible with these dudes, and Sally Ames put nothing past them.
Her fingers were shaking as she tried to unbutton the button which secured her skirt. It wasn't easy for her to get the button through the slot because her fingers were trembling so. At one point she looked up into the faces of the angry youths. Again, she saw that they weren't playing around. She didn't try to plead nervousness or anything else. She managed to open the button and let the zipper of her skirt slide down.
The skirt opened up, revealing that below it, Miss Ames was wearing panties. They were beige-colored panties of a glossy, silk-type material. In front, at the V of her cunt, a pattern of lace flowers was embroidered on the silk. It was damp.
The lace flowers clung in the cleft of her quivering snatch hole.
Slung across the panties was a black garter belt. It came down with snap hooks on each front thigh. The snap hooks were attached to the old-fashioned silk stockings that she also wore. The stockings were darker than her white flesh, making the curves of her shapely legs all the more sensual in her high heeled shoes.
The boys hooted when they saw the feast below the skirt. The little girls they most often came in contact with wore panties, but no stockings. Stockings were not something they were that familiar with in this day and age. They were more of a luxury; more of a throwback to the days of real glamour.
"Kick that skirt off," Todd told the teacher who had kept him after school. "I want to see your shapely ankles in those high heeled shoes."
Sally Ames swallowed. She felt her heart beating fast and loud. In fact, the thumps of her heartbeats were so intense as far as she was concerned, she feared that the boys could hear it beating in her breast.
She kicked the skirt off of her ankles where it had fallen and was lying on the fronts of her shoes. Once kicked away, she was left bared from the waist down, except for the coverings which aroused the teenaged boys so much.
"I always took Miss Ames to be a square," Todd announced to his friends. "When she pulled my pants down, I was mad. I didn't realize how much she had under her long skirt. I wouldn't mind getting spanked by this beauty now."
They talked about her as if she weren't there. They talked about the size of her breasts and about the way they'd noticed her touch her crotch several times during the teaching of her boring lessons. These kids had missed nothing.
"Take off your glasses, Miss Ames," Jimmy told her.
"If I take off my glasses," she explained, "I won't be able to see a thing."
"You don't have to see that clearly," Jimmy replied. "You'll feel us."
"And I'll be like a black blur coming in you," Rick grinned.
Hesitantly, Sally Ames removed her horn-rimmed glasses. Todd approached her and found the clasp which was holding her neat bun in place at the top of her head. He unfastened the clasp and her long auburn hair came cascading downward in long swirls, covering one eye in front and hanging down below her shoulders.
"She's not bad," Jimmy commented.
"Not bad at all," Todd added.
The teacher was still quite unsure of what was going to happen to her. Without her proper vision, she really couldn't see very much. But she saw the hands of one of the schoolboys. They were reaching under the waistband of her panties.
She tried to pull away, even just a little bit, but Jimmy was behind her, pushing her forward. They were both on her, front and back. She couldn't move backward, because she'd get it from behind. If she moved forward, her vulnerable pussy might get prodded.
Todd pulled the panties down slowly, licking his lips as he pulled. When he bared the pussy, he had to peel the panties off. They were sticking to the wet cuntal realm.
She shivered and Todd discovered that she didn't shave her snatch. It was crowned with soft brown hair. The snatch itself was quivering and pink. There was the rumor that unmarried teachers were old maids who'd never been fucked. Sally was too young to be considered an old maid, but the boys wondered if she was a virgin or a swinger. Either option would have been fine with them.
Rick was glad that Todd had pulled down the teachers wet panties without disturbing the black garter belt which hugged her rounded hips, stomach and buttocks. He put his forefinger under one of the snaps and gave the elastic garter attachment a twang as if it were a rubber band.
The material came twanging back on the teacher's thigh. It left a little red mark on the white flesh when it snapped into the flesh.
"I wanna fuck her while she's still wearing her heels and stockings," Rick said.
"Yeah, and her garter belt, too," Jimmy added.
"Alright," said Todd, the boy who had nearly been whipped by the young teacher. "But let's take that high-buttoned blouse and jacket off her. I want to see some bare shoulders and some juicy tits."
"Yeah, tits," Rick grinned. "Tits like watermelons, I bet, once they're unharnessed from her bra. And she knows how we black boys love to sink our teeth into watermelons."
Jimmy held the teacher's wrists together behind her back. He didn't want her to get away. He'd seen her flinch when she heard that they were going to bare her breasts. He liked the way she struggled to free her wrists from his grasp.
While Jimmy held her in place from behind, Todd opened the gray suit jacket which had masked her charms below its harsh lines and padded shoulders. The jacket was removed, and after it slid down from her shoulders, Jimmy allowed the teacher's hands to be free long enough to let the jacket fall to the floor. He kicked it aside, and it rested in a heap alongside the skirt which had also been stripped from her.
The boy's sweaty fingers undid the buttons of the blouse. It was taking him a while to get each button through the slit because he was nearly as nervous as Miss Ames herself had been when she was made to unbutton the top of her skirt.
After the third button, the boy simply yanked the two halves of the blouse apart. The remaining six or seven buttons went flying across the room.
Now she was really trembling.
All three studs had raging boners which had not left. them since they started their sexual assault on the haughty teacher. At their young ages, they had no difficulty in keeping their erections constantly, especially with a stimulus such as Miss Ames to assist them.
They knew that all of this hot foreplay was leading up to the big time. They were going to gang bang their teacher. That would switch things around a little bit. For once they would be teaching their teacher a lesson; a lesson in sex!
They didn't need to use any lubrication for the fucking, other than some spit. Sally Ames had a juicing cunt. It was damp inside and out, and the spit would simply coat the boys' shafts for easier insertion.
Todd pressed the teacher forward. He pressed his cock into the slit of her moistening pussy. He rotated the head of his large boy cock. The white fuck flesh of his joystick made the woman's pussy yield. He and his buddies watched as the vagina opened up and took the length of his boner in.
He entered her slowly, but with a steady pressure and force. His face was strained and so was her cunt as he made his way inside. He was leaning his dick in her.
Jimmy's boner was poking her from behind. She couldn't resist the advance of Todd because Jimmy was holding her in place. When she tried to lean too far back to escape Todd's assault on her cunt, she felt Jimmy's boner at her ass-hole.
"Lean back and more to get away from Todd, and I'll have to plug you up," Jimmy warned her. "You know what I'll plug you with, don't you?" he added.
"I know what you'll use to plug me up, and I know where you'll insert your thing to plug me," Sally Ames responded, feeling a tingling way up in her ass channel.
It was a threat, but one which could become a promise if the teacher didn't obey.
The boys wanted to take their turns in her pussy. They weren't interested in her bunghole. But if she tried to resist too much, they would have to teach her to take what they were certainly going to give her. She was going to get fucked one way or another, and if it was required that Jimmy butt fuck her, too, just to keep her cunt up and open, then he would most certainly do just that. He spit on dick to warn her further.
She heard the splatter of the saliva on his prong. He nestled the head of the dick at the crack of her back door. "You know what that means," he told her.
She did. She didn't arch her ass back any further. Instead she kept her cunt up for the continued insertion of Todd's young piece of meat. The boy had to twist his prong to get it in. She was tighter than he'd imagined, although he'd entered her a good six inches. She was no virgin.
With six inches inside of her twat, she still had two inches to go before the entire length of young hot meat was cooking up her cunt. He told her that he intended to get his dork up inside of her, all the way. "I wanna feel my nuts banging up against your cunt lips," he told her. "I want a nice wet fuck, with my big balls banging wetly into your yearning flesh. Now, open it all the way up and start undulating that twat of yours."
The teacher did as she was told. She was able to take all of the boy's big shaft into her, although it wasn't easy. He never said that it would be easy.
Once he got all the way in her, Rick began to cheer. The lace bra in which her tits had been stuffed was still around her. Todd continued to fuck the teacher, and made her moan. Jimmy held her in place, ever threatening her ass with his dick, which now pressed upwards into the crack, although he did not insert it into the hole.
Rick's black hands cupped the full globes which were encased in white lace. He unsnapped the back of her bra, and the large mounds of tit flesh bounced out.
"Wow! What tits!" Rick groaned when the large fleshy globes fell out into his hands. The tit nipples were like cherries on top of two mounds of vanilla ice cream.
"Sweet enough to eat," Rick moaned.
"Please don't," Miss Ames begged.
"Who's giving the orders around here?" the teenaged black stud asked. "You used to give orders around here," he admitted. "But not now. Now your students have taken over. We're holding you captive until our demands are met."
Their demands were not political ones. Their demands were all sexual. They were there to rape the teacher and teach her not to be so authoritarian in the future. They told her that they expected her to be as gentle as a little lamb after they were through with their special treatment.
Rick ignored the woman's sobs. He stood to one side of her and held her large bosom in his dark palm. Then he bent over and bit into the breast flesh as if it were a mango. He sucked into the passion fruit of her bosom. It was luscious.
The boy's tongue muscle was very pink and when he slid the wet, sloshing tongue out on the big breast, the pink tongue made a striking contrast with his dark brown skin and her white, lightly blue-veined bosom. The nipples on both of her tits were firm despite her protests. Or maybe, because of them.
The tan nipples jutted off her breasts like pointed spears. They looked as if they might explode like missiles about to be launched in the boy's sucking mouth.
All the while, Todd continued to fuck his teacher. He didn't bang her, but he certainly showed her what a prick could do inside a mature pussy. He twisted and corkscrewed his fat prick inside of her. She had never been fucked like this before.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sally's head was reeling. She felt high. The impact of the pummeling pecker made her soar. She was writhing against the body of Jimmy behind her. She was moaning and groaning as she took the heavy cuntal fucking.
Todd was ramming her now. He was going at high piston-like speed. The strokes were making him tremble. He could hardly stand up, and he had to rest against the teacher's fleshy tits, even as Rick sucked on one of her firm nipples.
He was getting ready to shoot his hot load into the woman's ravaged cunt.
"Eyyyyyyyy," he screamed. "I'm coming!"
The sperm started rocketing from the opened piss slit of his bulbous cock head. The meaty, purple knob spewed forth the thick boy-cream. Her twat drank it up, and she wriggled her body so much that Rick could hardly keep her big tit in his mouth.
If it hadn't been for the support of Jimmy from behind, all of them would have fallen over onto the floor. The impact of Todd's orgasm was so intense that he would have knocked them all down.
He stayed with his boner buried deeply inside of her. He needed time to catch his breath, and Sally was grateful for the respite from heaving. She'd been fucked up the cunt but good. And yet, this rest was only to be brief. There was more fucking for her to take.
"Let's give the teacher a little lesson, guys," Jimmy smiled as Todd withdrew his powerful boy-prick from her gaping and clinging cunt. It popped out with a splatter of cum which had mixed with the cunt cream residing inside Miss Ames' pussy hole.
"How many times does three go into one?" the boy asked.
Sally Ames trembled. It was very clear what the boy was saying to her. Three into one was not a mathematical riddle. It was a warning that the three boys intended to go into her one hole many times. That was for sure.
The two boys who had not yet had their chance at Sally's fresh snatch were choosing to see which one of them would get sloppy seconds.
"Once, twice, three, shoot..." the boys sang out, as they let one or two fingers fly from their curled up hands. Jimmy had called 'evens,' meaning that Rick had odds. When Jimmy came forth with two fingers outstretched, and Rick let one finger fly, the total, three, was an odd number. Rick won the little competition. He was next to sink his bone inside the teacher's vulnerable, captive pussy.
"I like it when I get to shove my meat into a cunt that's already filled with sticky stuff," the boy laughed. "It makes a good hot ride for my hot black prick. I don't even have to spit on it."
It was true that the cream which Todd had deposited way up in the woman's vagina could be used to make the rest of the ride slippery. The sticky cream was burning the abused membranes of the beautiful snatch. The membranes would be stretched and burned even more raw after the young black stud got finished inside of the woman.
The outer lips of her lovely twat were slicked with some of the boy-goo which had filled Sally's cunt almost to the overflow point. She knew that there was no avoiding the gang bang. She would have to submit. She took it upon herself to stand up, ready to take more. She wanted to show that she could take it.
"Not so fast, sister," Rick said, noting that the attractive young woman had assumed the same position in which she'd been fucked by young Todd.
"Todd wanted to screw you standing up, but I never said that I'd take you that way. Hell, I like to be in a stretched out position when I do my screwing, Mama," the stud told the shocked Sally and the amused the Todd and Jimmy.
There was no bed in the classroom. They had to use the desk. Sally seemed hesitant to lie down on the hard wooden desk. She knew that it was totally flat and hard and would offer total resistance to her body when the prick of the next fucker pinned her.
In a bed, the give of the mattress allowed for a relaxing of pressure on the inner cuntal flesh. After the first hard fuck, she needed that. But she wasn't going to get it. Jimmy had the pointing stick in his hand. He brandished it like a punishment stick.
Knowing better than to resist, lest she be treated to the whipping that she had promised Todd when she first held him after school, she crawled on top of the desk. Her legs in their stockings and her bare behind with only the garter belt around it, were arousing to the three teenaged boys who winked at one another, pleased with their catch.
She was a whopper!
Sally positioned herself as she was told. Rick told her that he wanted her on her back. "When I'm bored, sittin' in your stuffy classroom, I spend a lot of time gawking at the ceiling. Now you'll be the one to stare at the ceiling," he told her, "but it won't be because you're bored. Hell, no, your pussy will be anything but bored."
"I don't think I can handle it," Sally said, tears in her eyes.
"You don't think you can handle it, huh?" the black stud said. "We'll see about that. If you're made to take it, you'll have no choice."
The two other boys took their cue from Rick. Jimmy circled the desk and held the beautiful body of the young teacher down on one side while Todd held her down from the other side. She was pinned on either side. When Rick placed his wet dick at the opening of her slit, she knew that she was about to be pinned right down the center of her core as well.
The thick black hose slid in fast. It still hurt the woman quite a bit, because her cunt muscles were keeping the pussy in sort of a closed position when the big cock rammed its way in suddenly. She hadn't even been expecting the sudden plunge.
Once it got all the way inside of her, however, she relaxed her pussy and took it all. This cock was larger than the one before it. Her cunt meat was swollen, and there was still a lot more for her to take. It wasn't that she hated all that much.
Actually, she loved it. It was beyond her wildest dream, or maybe, it was her wildest dream. It was not an uncommon female fantasy. She wanted to be raped. She wanted to be gang banged by three healthy, hearty, teenaged studs.
How many times could three go into one? Many!
This teacher was not really the boys' teacher, of course. She was one of the horny housewives, acting out a fantasy in a very real way.
Actually, Sally Ames was indeed a teacher. She taught high school in Sommerville. She didn't actually work in an all-male school. Really, she taught in a coed public school. But she had always been aroused by some of the male students.
Up at the front of the classroom, she was able to see the students very well. There was something about the perspective of being up in front of the room which allowed her to get a good overall view of the student body and their bodies!
She noticed whenever one of the boys touched himself, or scratched his crotch area. She often watched the throbbing hard-ons of teenaged students. She wondered if the boy cocks were stiffened for her, or if the boys were thinking of other things.
She wanted to have sex with the young studs in her class. She wanted to, but it would have been highly unprofessional. That kind of thing can not usually be kept secret in a school of young teenagers. Somebody would blab and brag about it at some point, and then, as Miss Ames knew, her job would be in serious jeopardy.
And of course, she wasn't really 'Miss' but a married woman, just as the other hot-holed housewives were. She was married, but when she was with her husband, she wasn't anywhere near as cooperative as she was when she was under the control of the hot-blooded delivery boys, the teens recruited by Linda and Lucy for the pleasure of longing women with mature pussies.
Rick's boner sank deeper and deeper into the poontang pudding of the woman's hole.
"Owweee!" Rick howled. "That is soooo gooood! I've stuck this monster of mine in plenty of poontang, but the young girls just can't take it. They're chutes are too narrow and too damn short for me. But this one, wowee! This is what a hot-blooded nigger like me needs. Good, white poontang. Deep and juicy."
"Yes, fuck me," the plugged Sally groaned. "I'm going to give in to you. I've resisted too long. I'll open up for you now, all the way. Give it to me!"
"You got it, Momma!" He ripped the tender membranes at the sides of her cunt as he plowed his shaft in again and again.
The woman felt the ripping, but she didn't care.
"Give it to me hard and fast," she cried. "Make it so good that it'll sting and throb for hours after. Then I'll really know that I've been fucked."
"You'll know that you've been fucked when I'm finished with you, hot bitch," the black stud growled. Sweat began dripping off his body, splashing onto hers, as he increased the tempo of his stroke in her yielding cunt. He was really giving her what she'd asked for. She said she wanted it fast and hard. And she took it. i
The other two boys were enthralled, watching their buddy give it to the woman.
Jimmy's throbber was tingling and dripping. The head was very wet and he used a free hand to finger the opening of his shaft. He smeared the wetness over the surface of the bulbous head. Each touch made the thing lurch. The knob was pulsing.
Todd had a full hard-on again, even though he had just sent a rocket of spunk up this woman's eager hole. Unlike the woman's husband, Todd, being at his prime, was able to cum again and again. Only minutes after the spewing of a first powerful load, he was ready to start all over again.
At that rate, there was no telling how many fuckings Sally could expect. She had imagined that she'd get three good screwings; one from each boy. But as she took this latest fucking,, she looked at the fuck flesh of the boy who'd just slammed her.
Seeing him as hard as he was, she knew that she could expect more than a single banging from each young guy. She thought she'd faint from ecstasy.
Of course, she'd be unable to fulfill the desires of her husband should he surprise her and ask for sex that night. But that wouldn't be unusual.
She and her husband had a dull sex life. They didn't engage in sex often. Her husband often didn't have the interest. When he did, as often as not, she wasn't ready.
When she wanted sex, he just wasn't up to it. That was the situation. It just seemed as if their bio-computers were off. They were not aligned in their desires.
It made things rough on them both. And when they spoke, it was often in arguments.
But with one more stud to go before starting the second round for each of the three, Sally was beginning to grow weak. It was only to be expected, even of a superwoman.
Fortunately for them all, there was help. It took the form of Lucy and Linda. The two women were observing the entire scene through a hole in the wall of the rec room.
It seems that there was a hole in the top of one of the wooden steps leading down into the basement. Sally had told Lucy and Linda that the hole existed. She had invited them to use the peephole so that they could keep their eyes on the three boys.
Jimmy, of course, had already proven himself to Lucy and Linda. That was why he was asked to wait until the other two boys had demonstrated their abilities as delivery boys with Sally.
This, then, was the audition of Todd and Rick into the group which would be known as Linda's Delivery Boys. The women were pleased with Jimmy's friends. They were each very able to get hard and stay that way. One was a redhead, and the other was very black. The combination worked well, along with Jimmy and his blonde looks.
They had a good base to start from. They hoped that they would soon be able to enlarge their collection of boys so that they would have something for absolutely everybody. So far, they were doing pretty well with these three.
"Sally doesn't look as if she can take very much more," Lucy said, peering through the hole in the step. She was down on her hands and knees.
"Let me take a look," Linda said. Linda replaced Lucy at the hole. "Oh, yeah, you're right. Her pussy looks pretty puckered from what I can see of it when that black dick pulls out of her. Hell, his cock takes half her cunt out with him each time."
"Yeah, he's really ramming her," Lucy agreed. "He's going for one thing. He wants to let that white spunk fly out of his black cock. Oh, it gets me hot and bothered to watch that. My pussy is quivering like jello on a plate."
"Yours is quivering like jello on a plate? Well, if yours is quivering like jello on a plate, then mine is quivering like jello on a plate during an earth quake."
The two women giggled and made their way down the stairs into the playroom. They knocked on one of the lower stairs to announce their intrusion into the scene.
The boys and their 'teacher' looked up. They didn't consider it to be an intrusion. They could tell from the smiles on the faces of Lucy and Linda that the women were ready to assist the boys. There was much for the young delivery boys to learn from women with experience; women who had been around, but who'd been around all the right places.
"How are they doing?" Lucy asked Sally as Sally, flat on her back upon the desk, took the cuntal plowing. Sally's answer came, but it wasn't easy. Her voice was punctuated with gasps and groans, for Rick never ceased in his fucking. In fact, he never missed a beat.
"Oh, it's great," she gasped. "It's great. But I'm getting tired." She looked up at the black master, the teenaged black master who was filling her hot white pussy with steaming black dick. "Won't you please cum?" she asked.
"Fuck, lady," the boy answered, still sweating profusely, "I can't arrange that on schedule. When I cum, I cum."
He was still too young to have developed that kind of control that Sally was asking for. Ordinarily, the fact that these young teenagers didn't shoot right away was a point in their favor. Many of the housewives of Sommerville had husbands who ejaculated prematurely. They wanted a longer lasting satisfaction that prolonged fucking could give, and even many teenagers could provide that only after shooting their first load. The second load took longer in coming.
But Lucy and Linda knew how they could help. They had a surefire way to make the hot black stud cream a wad inside the cunt of Sally Ames.
The two women stripped down slowly. They did a peel show for the teenaged boys, wriggling their charms as they stripped down. Lucy had studied Spanish dancing at the community center the previous summer, and she demonstrated her flamanco-style for the boys. Only, she didn't wear the ruffled skirts and flared sleeves. She did it in the raw, with her tits bouncing and her ass flesh moving. Her hairy pussy was kissed by the breeze created by her writhing and stomping movements.
Jimmy's hand remained at his prick. He began to stroke it again. How well he recalled the sensation of Lucy's hot cunt lips closing around his shaft.
Linda's strip was as revealing and as exciting. Both women had beautiful bodies, and when they were nude, the glory of their hot bodies penetrated the skins of Todd and Jimmy.
Then they retuned to the desk on which Sally was getting fucked. Lucy reached her hand under the ass-hole of the fucking boy, Rick. He continued to screw Sally, moving his thick boner in and out of her cunt.
Lucy found the boy's balls. His sac was made of heavy skin. It was wrinkled like the skin of a very large raisin. She felt the weight of his nuts in the palm of her hand. She ran her fingers across the folds and creases which lined the flesh.
The nuts were sweaty. Perhaps some of the dampness was the wetness which had emerged from Sally's battered womb. It clung to the thick wires of his pubic hair which Lucy felt all around the ball and ass-hole areas. She ran her fingers through the patch of blackness. The wires seemed to be coated with lanolin.
Sometimes Lucy's fingers touched the sensitive part of Sally's pussy. Curious to feel the inside of a vagina, other than her own, Lucy alternated between the boy's balls and her friend's pussy. She felt the red hot clitoris as the boy's black cock scraped back and forth over it.
The two fuckers continued their rhythm, or perhaps it would be more accurate to state that the boy continued to fill her cunt with cock while she took it.
The only difference was that Lucy's joining the scene made both partners groan and moan more passionately. They were both hot, and from time to time it seemed from their moans that one or the other was going to cum. It looked and sounded as if they had reached the point of no return, and that the orgasms were about to take place.
But that didn't happen. Each time either one of them approached the brink of climax, something held them back. All of this was building the tension in both of them. It was to be sure that when they came, it would be with flood force.
Linda moved to beside Jimmy. She stood in front of him with her naked buttocks raised. When she leaned back, she could feel his prick poking her in her back, for it was standing straight out, many inches from his crotch.
She wanted to join Lucy in the finger probing. While Lucy worked on Rick's nuts and Sally's cunt, Linda started at the boy's ass-hole. She stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked on it until it was dripping with warm saliva. Then she inserted it into the puckered, black ass-hole. She twisted it up into the opening, and once she got it beyond a certain point, the boy's muscles swallowed her finger up.
She pressed deeply into the ass-hole each time the boy made a downward stroke into Sally's pussy. He felt the warm wetness of Sally's poontang and the prostate stimulation from eager Linda both at the same time. He grunted like an animal.
Now they were like an Olympic fuck team. Each member of the team had a special duty, with special movements. They were building toward a giant climax for Sally and Rick. There were six of them all together; three women and three boys.
Rather than pair off, they decided to work all for one and one for all. They were watching the approaching climax build. They spurred it on, and they could see it coming close.
Sally felt the swelling of the boy's organ inside of her cunt. It seemed that the thick prick pressed the walls of her pussy out in all directions. It was big to begin with and it was hard when it entered her, but suddenly it seemed stiffer and wilder than ever. It was getting ready, and each time it rammed her, her own orgasm came closer and closer. The clit was dancing and the opening of her cunt was swollen.
Linda's imploring finger felt the first sign that Rick was ready to shoot it. She felt the muscles in his ass channel closing wildly on her finger. It was milking her finger as it milked the cream which soared up from the nuts.
Lucy could feel the sac pulsating as the spurts began. She moved her hand inside her girlfriend's pussy and felt the thick stream of white cream pour out over the sexually flaming organs inside the sex organ of hot Sally. Fucked up Sally!
"You wanted a delivery boy," Rick grunted just before the flood. "Well, here comes the delivery. Ahhhhhhhh! Eyyyyyyyyyy! Uh. Oh. God," the boy moaned.
The steaming liquid lust which filled Sally's cunt like wet fire triggered her own climax. How many orgasms were in her multiple orgasm? Two or three? Ten or twenty? Hundreds? It seemed to her like an infinite number.
Her inner pussy was undulating and convulsing. She felt weak, but she gasped and cried as she climaxed again and again, filling her pussy with her own sweet lubrications.
"I need a rest," she finally gasped, after the boy's strong tool pulled out of her. That was fine with the boys. There were still two other housewives waiting to be serviced. Lucy and Linda were ready. Todd and Jimmy were ready, too.
Lucy took her finger from her girlfriend's pussy. A glob of thick sperm coated it, along with the slippery wetness of cuntal cream. Lucy placed her wet finger down around her pussy lips. She ran the wet finger over the folds of cuntal flesh, getting them wet and making them quiver. She took the fluids from Sally and Rick into her pussy.
It would get her hot and wet for her next fucking.
Linda didn't want to be outdone by Lucy. Besides, she was longing to do what she next did, and it turned everybody on. She extracted her finger from the chute of Rick's deep, black ass-hole. The canal of his ass had grown very tight around her slender finger after he ejaculated his load into Sally's pussy.
She took the finger which was fresh from his black ass and she inserted it in her mouth. She could taste the boy-sweat from his crotch area. She sucked the finger like a nympho, treating it as if it were a prick in need of satisfaction.
She literally looked as if she were sucking her own finger for its ejaculation!
The afternoon was young. Arthur Baker wasn't due home for another several hours. That meant that there were still several hours of fucking and sucking to go. The bored housewives were bored no longer. At last they had something to do on lonely afternoons.
The teenaged delivery boys were very pleased with the arrangement. It was the summer and they didn't want to be hanging around the streets like punks. So they occupied themselves with this dream come true.
They were Linda's Delivery Boys, and they knew that the housewives would give them generous tips. The tips would not always be in the form of currency. There were other types of payment which were not subject to inflation; at least not to any inflation beyond the inflating of their cocks with sexual excitement.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Arthur finally arrived home, he found nothing out of the ordinary in his home.
"How was work, dear?" his wife Sally asked.
"It went fine. I'm a little bit tired though. No sex tonight, again," he said meekly. "I hope you don't mind."
Sally smiled. "Of course not, darling," she told him. "I understand that you've had a busy day. I know how it can be at your age."
"Well, my age hasn't anything to do with it," Arthur replied, a bit testily. "You remember, I'm sure, that when you worked at the school, you came home complaining that the chatter of the kids in the schoolyard gave you a headache, and that you couldn't have sex because of it."
"Yes, you're right," Sally said. "That's why I'm glad that there's summer vacation for me. Anyway, I'm getting dinner ready."
"What are we having?" Arthur asked.
"Well, it's too hot to cook anything today. I don't want to heat up the kitchen, and besides, some cold food will be refreshing. We're having the pot roast we had the other evening, only it'll be served cold tonight."
"Oh, Sally," Arthur groaned. "That pot roast tasted more like the pot than the roast."
"Arthur, you do nothing but complain," Sally said. "I'm just sick of it."
Arthur didn't say anything. He turned on the television set.
"There you go, avoiding the issue. You think that you can stare into that boob tube and make all your problems fade into oblivion. You're just avoiding them," she told him.
"It's easier to watch this boob tube than your boobs, Sally," Arthur said, pointedly. "You cover them up as if they had to be locked away like a cunt below a chastity belt."
"You were the one who came home too tired, tonight," Sally complained.
Arthur didn't say anything. Again he stared into the television screen.
"That show again?" Sally declared, recognizing the dialogue. "They just ran that episode a week ago. What are you going to do now, recite the dialogue along with the characters?"
"That might be fun. Look Sally, it just so happens that I like this show. It's good," Arthur told her.
"Good. What a boring word. Good. It's just like nice. I think good and nice should wave to each other from their pages in the dictionary. I really do."
"You sure are critical tonight," Arthur told her. It was surprising that she should be, after the terrific multiple fucking she'd received in the basement earlier in the day. But she was resentful that the man that she married could not give her what the teenaged boys had given in abundance.
But Arthur was ready to strike back.
"You might not like to hear me watching the same show I saw last week, but there are things that you do that I don't like either, and I don't stop you from doing them," he told Sally.
"Like what, for instance?" she asked.
"Like the way you eat junk foods. Potato chips which you keep cracking when you sit in bed and munch. The noises you make when you eat drive me up the wall. And your voice."
"What about my voice?" she asked sharply.
"There. That's it. You speak so loudly, sometimes. It hurts my ears."
Sally screamed in his face.
"Last week, I wrapped my legs around your chest. I don't know what I did it for. I just thought if I wrapped my legs around your chest, maybe something would happen. I don't know what I was thinking of or hoping for, but I just thought something might happen," Sally said as Arthur watched on.
"So?" he asked.
"So, nothing happened! And I felt like a fool with my legs wrapped around your chest and my pussy near your mouth, and you, acting as if you'd forgotten what to do."
"Maybe I just wasn't in the mood just then," Arthur said. "Did you ever think of that? No, no, not you. You're too damn selfish."
"What's wrong with being selfish? I have a right to think of myself. I have a right to treat myself well, because you sure don't comfort me!" Sally yelped.
Arthur looked at his wife. She was so beautiful when she was angry like that. He felt ashamed that he'd provoked her into anger, though. She had been more than pleasant when he'd first arrived home. He felt guilty. He wanted to make it up to her, but he was shy and embarrassed. He was afraid she'd reject him again, and so he hung his head.
Sally looked at her husband. He was so magnificent when he was sorrowful like that. She felt ashamed that she'd provoked him into anger, though. He had been more than pleasant when he first arrived home. So, he was tired. He deserved to be. He'd worked very hard all day while she got gang banged by three young studs.
She felt guilty. She wanted to make it up to him. She slid next to him on the couch. Her hand approached his brow, tentatively at first, but then with conviction.
She stroked his head. His hair was thinning. It was not thick and lustrous like Todd's red locks. She couldn't run her fingers through it the way she could run her fingers through Jimmy's soft blonde hair. It didn't offer resistance to her, the way Rick's natural Afro did.
But she loved her husband. She didn't love these other boys. They were there for sex. They were delivery boys. They had a job to do, and she participated in the receiving of the generous bounty they had to offer. But it was nothing more than that.
She realized this now. She wished that she could combine the best elements of both types of relationships into one. She wished that she could have a solid marriage with a healthy, abundant sex life.
But that didn't seem possible. Or was there still a chance?
"I'm sorry, baby," Sally whispered in her husband's ear. "It's been a hot day and the temperature has a way of making tempers flare up a bit. I didn't really mean the things I said. I guess that I was saying them out of anger. Will you forgive me?"
Those were the magic words. Arthur couldn't resist. He looked into his wife's lovely face. He knew that she was sincere. "Of course, but there's really nothing to forgive you for. It was my fault as much as yours. I guess all married people go through these problems from time to time."
Sally licked the delicate ear of her husband. It reminded her a dried apricot, but one that was soft. When she finished licking the ear, she blew gently on it.
"You know what I said about being too tired for sex?" Arthur asked.
Sally nodded.
"Well, somehow I don't feel as tired as I did When I first came home," he told her. Sally smiled.
"Come on, tiger," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him toward the bedroom. "Let's work up an appetite. Then maybe you'll want my pot roast, even if it tastes more like the pot than the roast," she said.
As they walked toward the bedroom, Sally wondered if she could be satisfied with her husband after the extraordinary workout she'd received earlier in the day with the two teenaged studs.
The light in the bedroom was dim, and the two people faced each other. Sally loved to slowly strip her husband. She reached for his neck and began to undo the knot in his tie. She loosened the tie and opened his collar. Her fingers played with the curls of hair at the top of his chest.
She couldn't help comparing her husband with the young boys. The boys were as masculine as her husband, but in a youthful way. They didn't have hairy chests. No, not at all.
Sally slipped the sports jacket off her husband's broad shoulders. She tossed the jacket on a chair. Arthur was about to complain, because he didn't like having his jacket tossed aside like that. He thought that she should have hung it up neatly.
But he refrained from saying anything. He didn't hold it in, either. Instead he just released all the negative feeling, realizing that his wife's main concern at the moment was his pleasure, and she didn't want to do anything that would detract from the mood or the pace of her foreplay.
Sally placed her arms around her husband. Her hands felt the broadness of his muscled back. She pressed her soft breasts into his chest and placed her pelvis against his.
She was shorter than her husband by several inches, and so she had to stand on her toes, just a bit, so that she could feel the growing bulge at the front of his trousers as it pressed into the luscious mound of cunt flesh below her dress.
Her hands moved over the contours of his back. His shirt was damp. It had been a hot day for walking home, but that was exactly what Arthur had done after work.
As a result, he had sweated quite a bit.
"Do you want me to take a shower?" Arthur asked.
"No, I want to be with you in a natural way," Sally told him. "I like a natural man. Oh, after shave is fine too, and certainly there's no substitute for a clean body. But you showered this morning before you left for work. I have no objection to the natural scent of a man after a day's work," she told him.
To prove her point, she placed her hands under the man's arms. It was damp under there. She wanted to show him that there was no part of him that she didn't love.
She was also quite curious to compare him to the teenagers in that way. The young boys didn't have a man's scent to them. She had noticed that. Even Rick, who sweated profusely as he fucked her, didn't smell like a man. He smelled like a boy.
There was a difference. She used her husband's sweat like perfume. She wanted to discover which she preferred. She wondered if she wanted to start thinking about boys when she frigged herself, or if her thoughts would remain with men, as they had ever since she could recall.
Even in elementary school, she could recall an interest in older men. Of course, back when she was sixteen, an older man was a guy in late twenties. As she grew older, the men she found attractive were older, too.
Although now she had apparently reached an age where there might be a change on the horizon for her. She was thinking about young boys after her introduction to Linda's Delivery Boys.
With his opened necktie still curled around his collar, Sally began to unbutton the buttons running down her husband's white shirt. The shirt had been pressed the night before and it still retained some of its crispness despite the heat.
Each opened button revealed more thick hair on her husband's chest. She worked her way downward until she found the belt which circled his waist. She undid the buckle and opened the snap at the waistband of the trousers.
She inserted her fingers, finding his underpants. She looked up at him.
"Wait," he said gently. "I want to do the same to you."
Arthur held his wife by her lusciously full bottom. The globes of her ass were like ripe fruit. She responded by wriggling slightly when he clasped the mounds of bottom flesh in his strong hands. He squeezed the ass cheeks just enough to elicit a little squeal of sexual delight from deep within Sally's throat.
There was something different about the way her husband handled her, as compared to the manner of the young delivery studs. The boys were hard and hot and fast. They moved like pistons. They went right to the heart of the matter.
Her husband had been around longer. He seemed to think that he had plenty of time.
He didn't rush things. He took it nice and slowly, building her up.
She could almost feel the thickness of her cuntal walls swell with blood as the arousal of her body took shape in her inner body. She writhed when she felt Arthur's fingers move from her buttocks up and around to her stomach.
He had a way with her when he was like this. He did know how to treat her to get the best response. He seemed to know that her cunt was getting wetter and wetter inside.
He massaged her belly. There wasn't an inch of flab there. She was in just the right shape for him. Every man has his own ideal of what a woman should be like physically and otherwise. In fact, most men develop more than a single preference.
Sally was just perfection as far as Arthur was concerned. He complained about her cooking and about other things she did, but he never complained about the soft flesh on her body or the sweetness of her lips when she became aroused enough to show him what her tongue could do inside a willing mouth.
He knew that she was approaching that state because her tongue extended and began licking her lips until they glossed. The image was an inviting one.
He could feel her heart beating as he moved his hand up from her taut stomach. He touched her bosom and felt the pulsing of her heart. He moved from the heart to the flesh beneath her dress. He massaged the breasts. He tried to find her nipples.
She was wearing a bra and so he couldn't feel the projections of tan flesh which jutted off the large globes. The only thing to do was to begin to unbutton the buttons which enclosed her full breasts. Each time he opened another button, Sally moaned.
He reached inside once he had the dress opened all the way up top. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her round globes fell out into his waiting hands.
Now she was really moaning and her tit nipples were exposed for his tweaking fingers. He squeezed the nipples gently, but not so gently that he didn't bring a rosy glow to the firm and yearning tips.
She thought she would faint. It had been quite a while since she'd really experienced her husband like this. She had forgotten how good it could be between them.
Sally needed the time with the three young delivery boys to appreciate her husband. It wasn't really that he was better than the boys, or that the boys were better than Arthur. Better implies a judgment, and a judgment wasn't required in this matter.
The truth was simple. He was different than they were and they were different from him. She could handle the older man (her husband was several years older thanshe) and she could handle the teenaged boys, too.
"Darling, I'll be right back," she promised.
"Where are you going?" Arthur asked, not really wanting her to leave him for even a moment.
"Just into the kitchen to bring something for us that will make this all even better."
"Just like when we were first married?" he asked.
"Yes," she winked, feeling like a schoolgirl again. "Take the phone off the hook, and get out of those pants."
"I'll be waiting for you with a monster hard-on," Arthur told her.
Sally began humming happily to herself. She went into the kitchen. Linda had told her about what happened with Jimmy and how she'd taken some cold ice cream and used it to give the boy a sensational blow job. Now Sally had an even better idea. She was going to go one better on her girlfriend.
She was gone a short while. During that time, Arthur stroked his penis to firmer and firmer erection. He had some flavored lubricant which he rubbed on his cock. This made it slippery as he swelled it up. And the strawberry flavor would taste good if he got to lick it out of Sally's twat.
When Sally returned from the kitchen she brought a tray in her hands. On it was a cup and a glass. The glass was filled with ice cold soda which she used to quench her thirst during the hot summer day. The tall glass was filled with ice as well as soda.
"Close your eyes," she moaned softly.
Arthur closed his eyes. His cock was curved like a spear, sticking out, all glistening and veiny. The head was like the head of a mushroom. The balls were big and fat. The whole thing seemed to be straining from the hairy crotch.
Sally took some of the carbonated soda in her mouth. Then she placed her mouth on her husband's boner. He jumped when he felt the bubbling liquid all the way from the head of his cock to the base.
Sally sucked on his dick, moving her head up and down. She tasted the strawberry lubricant as well as the cola. She swallowed the liquid gradually.
Soon she was sucking only his cock.
That was great, but Sally was determined to treat his cock to every sensation she could think of. Anything to bring Arthur pleasure. Anything!
She again told him to keep his eyes closed.
She promised another surprise. She promised that it would be as good as the last one. Maybe even better.
This time when she sipped the soda, she also took a cube of ice into her mouth. The combination of the carbonated cola and the ice cube sliding up and down his shaft had Arthur writhing on the bed.
"Oh, Sally, oh!" Arthur yelled out. He grabbed her head and pushed down on his dick. He wanted to feel her warm mouth and the cold ice all at once.
He moaned and writhed. It was a wonderful sensation for his cock. It made him feel that he wanted to piss and cum at the same time. And yet, it numbed the tissues enough so that he didn't cum. He couldn't. With this method he could experience the tingles of pre-orgasm constantly without the release of explosion.
It was frustrating to some extent, but he also knew that in the end, Sally would make certain that his manly spunk went flying down her throat. She wouldn't waste that. It was as much her desire to taste his cum as it was to please him.
Arthur wanted to apologize again for some of the things he'd said to her. She wasn't selfish as he'd told her she was. She was too involved in pleasing him now to be considered selfish.
She pulled off his cock long enough to try something new. Just when he was getting used to the wild sensation of the ice cube, Sally bit into the cube, grinding it up in her mouth with her teeth. She had a hot mouthful of ice cold crushed ice.
Again she went down on him and gave him head. The sensation was again unique. It was maddening, too. The crushed ice scraped the surface of his fuck flesh. It didn't hurt him, but he couldn't just lie there and allow her to blow him with that crushed ice impacted in her oral cavity. He had to move his cock right back.
He wriggled his dick in response to her sucking. Then he began to face fuck her. He arched his pelvis and started bucking the full force of his boner weight into her.
He did this repeatedly, but when he felt that he might shoot his load of cum, he stopped. He didn't want to end it all so soon. He tried to pull his dick out of her mouth.
Sally clung to his meat like a dog to a bone. She didn't want to let it go. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She sucked him until the big knob of his cock head pulled at her lips. The dick finally escaped, and all she had left in her mouth was the ice, which she swallowed.
"Oh, that was fabulous," Arthur sighed.
"Wow, don't think that I pulled out because it wasn't good. Er, because it wasn't exciting," he corrected himself. He recalled what she had said about the word 'good' and in this case she was quite correct. It was unfair to call such a blow job anything less than fantastic.
He told her that it had gotten just a bit cold with that numbing ice rubbing back and forth and up and down on his shaft. The ice cold water which dripped from his wife's sucking mouth had trickled down his nuts, giving him the shivers.
She had a remedy for that. There was that cup which she had brought with her on her tray. It was filled with blazing hot tea.
The tea had at first been too hot for her to even take in her mouth. But it had cooled enough since then for her to hazard it. After the ice coldness which had filled her mouth and puffed out her cheeks, the tea provided quite a contrast.
She had made it sweet with honey and the honey lent not only flavor, but consistency to the tea. Arthur had his eyes closed. Perhaps he did hear her take a gulp of liquid but he certainly didn't expect to feel the stinging hot tea on his cock.
The flesh responded by turning red and swelling with lust. He groaned so loud that Sally thought the next door neighbors would have heard him.
She went slowly this time, letting the hot tea work on his fleshy cock head at first. She even used her tongue to open the piss slit. It was wild to hear Arthur moan when the hot tea trickled into the hole and made him hotter than an oven.
He again moved his cock upward into her mouth, trying to feel the length of cock bathed in the heat. But Sally had control this time, and she was able to see to it that just a portion of his shaft was treated to the hot liquid.
Gradually, though, she worked her mouth downward so that more of the fuck pole could feel the heat. She even relaxed her clamped jaws enough to allow a trickle flow down the rod on either side. First the cold, now the hot. And after that, Sally began switching back and forth, driving her husband to a frenzy.
At first she began by switching back and forth between the hot and the cold. She kept a regular order, hot then cold, hot then cold, because that was most effective. Each time the tea burned the flesh, the ice would next be used to soothe and numb it.
As soon as the ice had taken effect, the cock was treated to the heat again.
As a result, the organ really swelled up to epic proportion. The man thought that his cock would just explode. He felt the cock lurching forward like a part of his body that was so separate from the rest because of the unusual feelings tingling in it.
But it certainly was part of him, and Sally was part of him, too. When she sucked on his dick with her hot and cold mouth, it was as if she was an attachment to him; a part of him, born that way with her mouth on his cock.
When Arthur had come to expect the pattern of hot and then cold, Sally varied it. She began taking ice in her mouth two, three and even four times in a row. Each time Arthur expected the heat treatment, he received the ice cold mouth instead. This went on until he thought that he would just explode. He'd been feeling that way all evening, being dominated by the talented and creative mouth of his gorgeous wife.
She did things to him that she had never done before in the years of their marriage.
Even their honeymoon hadn't been this intense.
And Sally couldn't help but think of how much the delivery boys had assisted her in reaching this point. It didn't mean anything beyond the experience of great sex, that afternoon fun in the downstairs playroom.
But it had reawakened her to the joy of sex with somebody she loved. She discovered that she could be very hot for husband. And when she was ice cold, it was in a way that made him nearly jump out of his skin with desire. They both liked it.
If it hadn't been for Linda's Delivery Boys, Sally might not have awakened to Arthur in this way. The afternoon of three-way fun with the boys did more for her than a new hairdo, a new dress, or a new piece of furniture.
It changed her entire outlook, and she could hardly wait to telephone Linda and tell her girlfriend how pleased she was with the service Linda offered. She believed that it would be of great assistance to many of the housewives of Sommerville.
It was not difficult to fall into a rut in that town. The same routine went on day after day. There was little excitement; little change of place; little that was special or new. Until now. Now there was Linda's special service.
Although he was unaware of the service, Arthur certainly was benefiting from it. He liked it so much that he suddenly jumped up from his position on the bed and began wrestling with Sally. She giggled but fought back. It was a real wrestling match.
Of course, Arthur could have pinned her if he exerted all of his manly strength, but much of the fun was in the battle. Not that it would have been a cinch in any case. Sally put up a good fight, even to the point of giving Arthur a gentle knee kick to the groin.
That was the point at which he really started working up a sweat and wrestled her to the floor. The sheets went down along with them, and on the floor, he finally pinned her.
"Don't think that I'm going to let you get away with giving me all of those wonderful sensations without my giving them all right back to you!" he declared.
Sally wasn't going to argue, even if she could. Besides, he told her not to open her mouth in protest. "I've got an eight inch gag to fill your throat and it's throbbing right here between my legs!" he told her.
Still pressing her down to the floor, her husband took a swig of hot tea. He went right for her left breast. Oh, did she ever squeal!
The hot tea made her nipple stand out good and hard. He used his teeth at the base of the upstanding nipple to flesh it out even more. It really made her wild and the cream inside her womanly-pussy boiled up to a froth which coated her inner walls.
While her left tit nipple throbbed with the blazing hot tea, Arthur reached for the glass which was filled with ice. He bit down and grinded up the ice, and then he placed his mouth on her other nipple.
"Ayyyyyyy!" Sally screamed. She felt like a fucking sink with a hot knob on one side and a cold knob on the other! And down below, her cunt dripped like a faucet!
She dug her nails into her husband's back which gave him some idea of the power of her desire. Her cunt was pulsating and her breasts were just throbbing.
Just as she had done, her husband used the hot and cold substances to bring her to a frenzy. He alternated the hot and the cold, sometimes giving both nipples the ice treatment, sometimes giving them both the tea, and sometimes varying the one and one combinations.
She couldn't take it anymore. She finally forced her way out of his grasp and managed to straddle him. They were still on the floor, but this time she was able to wrap her legs around his chest and place her quivering quim directly at his mouth.
His tongue muscle came out from his lips all pink and shining. He teased the folds of cuntal membrane which oscillated like the flickers of a flame.
He was able to bite into the cunt meat without biting down too hard. He stimulated Sally just enough to make her cum. The rumbling inside of her was like thunder. She couldn't hold back a second longer. She let forth her cream as her twat convulsed.
She thought about the teenaged delivery boys. She couldn't say that her orgasms with them were any more intense than this one with her husband. She did have to admit that she had been through quite a lot of sex that day.
"Oh, baby," she sighed, after he drank up the sweet nectar which rushed from her flooded vagina. "I have to soak my aching body in a tub of hot water. Why don't you join me and I'll help you reach climax in the tub."
Arthur had no objection to that. They stayed in their position on the floor for a while, and then Arthur summoned up the energy to head for the bathtub. He helped his lovely wife up off the floor. His cock was half-hard. He needed some more stimulation. Sally was willing to please him to the point of orgasm.
They went into the bathroom to bathe together. They filled the tub with water and Arthur got in first. Then Sally climbed in on top of him. There wasn't that much room in the tub. It was a tight squeeze. But they didn't more room than they had.
They splashed gently. Sally moved her supple arms through the water, creating gentle ripples which swirled about her husband's cock. It began to thump. It had been hanging loosely, positioned on his thigh. But it started to come to life, little by little, a lot by a lot. And there was still more of it to stiffen up.
"You're so cute," Sally giggled.
It cracked Arthur up, too. He thought it was funny that she called him cute after watching his cock get harder and harder below the water's surface. But that was Sally. There was love between them and it was evident now.
She lowered her head to the water and started to blow bubbles. The bubbles moved through the water propelled by their own pressure. That created quite a sensation on Arthur's cock. Even though she was female, she could imagine what it felt like. She had her chance to experience it in her own way.
Arthur blew air into the water and he sang while he did it! Sally was giggling like crazy. She had her very own rubber duckie playing with her in the water. Arthur was singing with his deep voice reverberating on her pussy!
Sally could actually feel the specific vibrations of Arthur's voice upon her pussy. Either she had an ultra-sensitive snatch, or her husband had a very powerful set of sound waves.
"You're fucking me with your voice!" Sally laughed. "That's what it feels like."
She reached down and took hold of his cock and balls. The swirl of the warm water over his sex organ made it feel so very' soft, like velvet.
He responded, caressing the soft folds inside her sweet vagina. The softness was accented, too.
He imagined that he was caressing the petals of a perfect rose. Each fold of flesh seemed as sweet and as fresh and as pink as the pinkest wild rose.
The two of them drifted close to each other by inching up until their sex organs met. He wanted to fuck her under the water. He was coaxing her pussy down on his hard, rounded staff.
"Sit down on it, Sally. Sally, sit down."
"Oh, Arthur," she rasped. "Fuck me with your cock, your beautiful cock."
"Let me feel your pussy, baby. The water is swirling all up in it. Ah, I'm growing inside of you. I feel my prick head at your opening and I'm growing in you."
"You are!" Sally gasped. "I swear you are!"
"I know it," he said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "I know I am. I'm getting bigger."
"No, baby. I'm just pressing forward slowly. There's water pressure offering resistance."
"It must be water pressure, because I'm not offering any resistance. I want you inside of me. I'm going to open up for you, baby. I'm going to open up."
"Oh, that's it, that's it!" Arthur gasped, feeling more of his shaft going in.
"I've got to open it with my fingers," she whispered, pulling the lips apart.
"Yes, open it with your fingers. Pull the lips back. Yeah, yeah!"
He was beside himself and so was she. They were moaning together. Each and every time she moaned deeply, he did, too. They were so close. They were one. I
"This what it means to be united," Sally said, tearful with emotion.
"Wow, baby," he groaned, shaking his head and smiling. "I know what you mean. Oh, I know what you mean."
"It's a feeling that there's no mistaking," Sally said.
"It comes with maturity. You've got to have it from that higher viewpoint. A young kid can never quite know it," Arthur said.
The thought of young kid brought only one image up for Sally. And strangely enough, it wasn't Todd she thought about. His red-topped prick had been the first of the day, but he was just a fair-skinned boy who'd given her a thrill.
She thought about the parting gesture which Todd and Rick had supplied. That thought was emblazoned in her mind, even though she could no longer recall the emotion. She couldn't quite bring it back.
Oh, she was sure she would recognize it if it happened within her again, but she couldn't relive it in her memory.
Still, the visual picture was clear. It was the sight of Todd's very white cock beside Rick's very dark one. Fair-skinned Todd was probably whitest on his cock, and Rick was absolutely ebony.
They stood side by side and placed their cocks together so that the two of them formed one very thick organ. The black and white fuck flesh had spread Sally apart. Together they were the most powerful interracial bloc in the universe.
Or so it seemed.
But the image wasn't real enough. There was no competition between that and her husband's love because one was purely sex. She could still tell the difference. She could draw the line. Her husband loved her. And that made a difference.
But Jimmy did offer a problem, not that the problem was going to be all that unpleasant to resolve. Jimmy was more than just a delivery boy. He was that all the way, but there was something more; something which kept tugging at the hem of her dress, calling her back to Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
She wanted him in a special way. It hurt her to be without him, now that she thought of it.
She kept thinking that the next time she was with him she would see how it could never work. She kept telling herself that she was simply infatuated with his youth. She was certain that he was only interested in her because she represented a certain physical ideal. He saw her as the voluptuous housewife.
And the voluptuous housewife she was most certainly was.
By the same token, she saw him as the hot, young delivery boy. Each word of that description was basic to her concept of him. He fulfilled her dream image of what a hot young delivery boy should be. Even down to the color of his hair (sandy blonde) and the smile on his tanned face (dimpled and slightly crooked).
If he had a hairy chest, he wouldn't be her ideal young teenager. If he were surly, or intellectual or girlish, he wouldn't have been her perfection.
And she couldn't allow herself to think of him as anything but what her mind pictures told her he was.
"Arthur," she said.
"Yes, baby?" he crooned softly.
"Arthur, you're so smart. Much smarter than I am," she began.
"I wouldn't say that at all," he interrupted. "We're each smart in our own ways. I think if you're happy, that's the best smarts one can have, and I'm awfully happy now, and you seem to be, too."
"I'm happy because I have you," she told him. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Sally," her husband replied.
She returned to her question. "Do you like me just the way I am?"
"I do, but sometimes I forget."
"Forget?"
"I forget that I married you because I thought you were perfectly wonderful. I thought you were the best person I'd ever met. My life was so joyous. My heart was just singing with happiness. I can remember the exuberance."
A quick little sad-laugh came from her throat. "I know how I felt because I wrote it all down. It's in my diary. I even wrote that I was never happier. I wrote that I'd found the perfect man for me."
"So never mind me when I complain about cooking. I'm glad that you care enough to cook for me."
Sally smiled warmly, sincerely. A tear was in her eye.
"Please make yourself happy every way you want to, including watching television shows you've seen ten times before!"
"And the same goes for you, including eating potato chips in bed, and . ... "
Sally quieted him by placing her wet lips on his and kissing him passionately. They kissed that way for a long, long time. Her tongue was long and wet down his throat. She didn't need tea with honey, or strawberry lubricant or cola with ice.
She didn't need anything but her body and his. Their bodies were filled with the spirit of love, and it lifted them both. ' In fact, Sally felt as if she had been lifted to a special place. It wasn't any place she had ever been before, but it was "peaceful and serene there.
"You know," Sally said, "If I went to Boston, and brought a map of New York with me, I'd be mad as hell that I couldn't find Central Park, The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty on the streets."
"Oh, I know you well enough to agree. You'd be staring at the map and saying, 'Why'd they move the East River?" Arthur laughed.
"I'd want to change the city instead of the map."
"All you'd have to do would be to accept what was there, and forget about the map. So, why do you say all that?"
"Well, I have certain mind pictures, you know?" Sally said. "It's a map. And sometimes I forget that it's just a map. I go around trying to change what's there."
"Oh," Arthur gulped lightly. "You mean me.
"Arthur, I love you just the way you are. I don't want to change you. I don't want to pass you up for a younger model. A young kid."
Arthur was taken aback. "Do you mean that you thought about passing me up for a young kid?" he asked.
"Let me tell you about Linda's Delivery Boys," she said.
"Linda's Delivery Boys?"
"Yes. But it can wait till after this."
"After what?" he asked.
She started to undulate her cuntal muscles.
"Until after you cum."
CHAPTER SIX
The first rays of early morning light filtered through the window lace. It was a beautiful summer morning. The trees were very green with streaks of golden light streaming through them. Birds were singing and the flowers swayed gently in the breeze.
"Look at the way the light caresses your body," Arthur said softly, The light was soft as it filtered through the lace, and the pattern of the lace was cast upon the luscious peach flesh of naked Sally.
She was on her back and her white breasts seemed especially white. The nipples were tan and firm. Arthur used his finger to trace a path over her flesh, following the gentle pattern imposed upon her by the sun and the white curtain.
"Do you really have to go to work today?" Sally asked her husband.
"I don't have to, but I think it would be best. I do have to make some money," he told her.
She smiled. She understood.
"Listen to those birds out there," she said. "They don't work and yet they always seem to have enough. I wish that we could be like that."
"We could, but it would mean giving up a lot that we already have," Arthur told her. "The house, the car, all the nice things that are nothing compared to happiness."
"I do know happiness with you," Sally sighed. "I really do. And it's so much more valuable than anything else I own."
They hugged each, other and began kissing deeply. It wasn't sex ' this time. It was a different form of communication. They sat up in their big king-sized bed and looked into each other's eyes. They began exploring each other's naked bodies all over again, this time in an almost spiritual way.
Sally's fingertips were actually trembling as she traced circles around her husband's nipples. They were circled with hair, and she loved the nipples themselves. She pinched them gently with the soft circles of her fingers. The spears of flesh had been flat, but they responded the way her own nipples did to his loving caresses.
She moved downward along her husband's belly. His stomach muscles were toned and lined with hair. She found his navel and played inside it with her pinky finger.
Arthur's fingers caressed the sides of his wife's face. Her skin was smooth and soft and lustrous. When his fingers approached her mouth, she took them in and sucked on them.
All the time they kept looking deeply into each other. Sally could see the goodness in her husband's eyes. She could see that he was all for her; that he would stand by her through thick arid thin, and that nothing she ever did could damage his love for her.
She no longer felt ashamed that she had been cruel at times, or that she had cheated on her husband. She realized that she had done those things because she had to do them at the time. They had happened, and it was too late to turn the clock back. At least she had learned from her experiences, and, after all, that was what life was all about.
She had lessons to learn and one lesson was completed for her on this morning. She realized that she loved her husband, and that his love was precious.
He responded to her now more than ever, it seemed to Sally. Or perhaps it was that she was finally open to the loving he had been sending her for so long.
Sally knew that Lucy Baker had married for money. She didn't want to be like spoiled Lucy. She didn't want to emulate Lucy as much as she had been doing. Lucy's glamorous life really wasn't satisfying. And Sally felt content and peaceful. She had so much more than poor Lucy. Sally didn't want to brag or show up her friend. She just knew that she had something so very special; something she didn't want to treat casually.
Sitting on the bed with their legs crossed under them, Sally and Arthur continued to gaze into each other's eyes, even though Arthur was already running twenty minutes late for work. Sally didn't want to let her husband go; not so soon, and yet she felt that she should let him know that her eye did momentarily leave his face to glance at the clock on the bedside table. It was late.
"I know that you usually are out of the house by this hour," she told him. "Do you think that you should be getting going?" she asked.
"I suppose that I should, but I always feel that if you feel that you should do something, you probably shouldn't do it," he answered.
Sally looked at him and began to nod her head.
"Well, I had suggested that maybe you could skip work today, and you turned that idea down. So I guess that being a little bit late isn't nearly as bad."
"I considered not going in," Arthur said. "But I do have some responsibilities that I want to take care of at the office. However, I'm sure that I can spare an extra half hour or so, maybe more. Especially since I did think about not going in at all. We don't get enough time to speak with one another," Arthur added.
"About what?" Sally asked.
"Oh, about many things. Everything. I don't know, about, about, uh, Linda's Delivery Service, for instance," he stammered, getting out the words, Linda's Delivery Service with lightning speed.
Sally giggled. "Oh, you're still thinking about that?" she laughed.
"You told me that you'd explain it all to me after I hosed you down last night. Well, here it is morning, and still no explanation," he told his wife.
"That's because you got hungry last night after sex. You got the munchies! So we stuffed ourselves and fell asleep in each other's arms. Remember?"
Arthur smiled and felt his face go pink. His cock began to throb a little bit, and it filled with enough blood to move positions on his leg. It lurched a bit. He remembered last night very well.
"That cold pot roast was the most delicious snack I think I've ever had," Arthur said.
"Stop teasing me," Sally giggled, stroking him on the face and pushing him away in jest.
"No, I mean it. I know I cursed your pot roast out, but once I got into it, mmmmm."
"That's because you worked up such an appetite doing you know what."
"Yeah, I know what," Arthur grinned. He gave her a big wet kiss on the side of her head. He loved kissing his wife's long hair. "But what about Linda's Delivery Service? Come on, you promised."
Sally wondered if it was a wise idea to let her husband in on the details. But there had been such rapport between them since last night, she decided that the time was right to tell the truth. Besides, she'd promised.
"Well, it's a long story," she began.
"I don't mind. I've already decided to go in late to work," he smiled.
Sally heaved a sigh. "It seems that Lucy and Linda, my two friends down on Carrey Lane, do their shopping at the same market. They both had a chance to have special deliveries made to their homes by young delivery boys. I don't want to say anything out of line, but it seems that the boys came, saw, and conquered."
"Sexually?" Arthur said.
"Oh, Arthur," Sally said, placing her arms around his neck and moving her head so close to his that their foreheads touched as in a gentle kiss. "You are so naive sometimes. Sharp as a tack about so much, but innocent too. I guess that I love that in you."
"Me? Innocent?" He didn't picture himself that way, but then, how can one be objective about oneself? It's not easy.
"Many of the housewives in this town are bored. I know. I talk with these women, and, well, Arthur, I am one of the housewives of Sommerville.
"No, no, I'm not bored. Not now. Not now that I realize what I have. But there were times that I was bored. I was tempted to try something new, just to see what it would be like. Just to try it."
Arthur understood. He had often wanted to try new and daring things, but he held himself back as often as not. He had certain fears which stood in his way. He forgot to remember that life was short and that there had to be more to life than boredom.
"Some people say that life is a game," Arthur told Sally. "If it's a game, we might as well play it."
"That's what I thought. I heard from Lucy and Linda about this delivery boy and the boy's friends. They were teenagers, and they were horny. They have a thing for housewives. The housewives are more mature than the teenyboppers their age. We've lived. We've had experiences."
"And your twats are bigger," Arthur added, flatly.
Sally wondered again if she should let Arthur know that she had given into her temptation. She decided that she had gone this far, and that there was still more to be told.
"I think what it may be is that Lucy and Linda don't really have any outside interests beyond their homes. They don't have anything for themselves. No hobbies, no causes. Just their homes and their husbands, which is plenty if you're happy with that, but neither of them are. They're not satisfied by their husbands. They need more."
"And you?" Arthur asked. "Do you need more than a husband?"
"I have my teaching and my other interests to get involved in. And I have a wonderful husband who loves me, and who I love right back!" Sally told him. He smiled. "But," she was quick to add, "I thought that I needed more. I tried Linda's Delivery Service; Linda's Delivery Boys."
Arthur was struck by the words, but then, he kind of was beginning to' expect them. Sally's warm hands on his skin was helpful in soothing the hurt.
"I had to give it a try," she explained. "I'm not sorry I did. It was good, but I'm happy with you. There, I've said everything there is to say. I feel better that you know the truth. You're the one that I love."
Sally moved her hands from around Arthur's neck. She placed them at his crotch, and cupped his nuts in her palm while she stroked the shaft.
He was erect in a few seconds.
"Let me take it in my mouth again," she sighed. "Please."
"Mmmmmm. You know that I can't resist you," he told her. "When you offer your breasts, your hair, your lips, your mouth. Oh, I just melt."
"Then melt in my mouth," she said.
It was a sexual ballet as her head gracefully went down at the gentle insistence of his hands which prodded her toward the glistening fuck flesh. She took the bone in her mouth. He placed the length of it at an angle which would allow her to swallow it all the way down her throat.
He didn't just let it rest there.
"This time I'm gonna pump your throat, baby," he told her. He sounded like a different person. He was no longer the placid gentleman who explored her body with the adoration of a lover. He was animalistic. He was mad.
She couldn't respond in words because she was gagged with his meat. He held her head down on it as he bucked his pelvis in a variety of bumps and rotations.
"So you had sex with Linda's Delivery Boys, huh?" he groaned.
She offered a muffled agreement.
He jabbed her throat hard.
"How many of 'em?" he grunted.
Tears filled Sally's eyes. She raised her hand and showed him three fingers.
"Three!" he barked. He began to punish her with the thrusts of his hard tool. He slammed the back of her throat until she thought she would choke. He head was twisted in an odd position so that she could take all of him in to the nuts. She felt the very back of her throat close over the knob of his joystick. She hoped that the sweet cock wouldn't do damage to her delicate organs.
He was forceful with her. He was the angry husband venting his rage through her throat. It was delivered to her through his cock, which hammered repeatedly.
Her face was flushed. In fact, in the still early morning light, he could see that she flushed from her head down to just below her breasts. Every nerve in her body was tingling.
He pulled the shaft out of her and the wet thing dripped with the saliva from his wife's mouth and throat.
"You flirty bitch," he said to her. "Swallow up some air for the next round with this big dick of mine. I'm gonna ram you until you learn that you don't need any teenaged dick in your snatch. Hell, I'll give you what three young bucks couldn't even give you. I'll fuck you until the spunk runs out your ears."
He slammed his cock back toward her lips. Her mouth was closed and he met resistance.
"Bitch!" he snarled. He slapped her once, hard enough so that his hand left a tingling print crimsoned across her white face. "Now open up and suck it."
She looked at her husband. There were tears in her eyes from the force of the gag-producing cock and from the blow of the smack. But she wasn't fearful or unhappy. Strange as it might seem, she realized now how much her husband loved her!
She smiled just a little bit, which caught Arthur off guard. She was eager to take his pummeling pecker back into her luscious deep throat.
He obliged her fully. The full length of his mauler found the place it had created in her deep throat. She started swallowing on it, creating a suction which began to virtually suck the gism right up from his balls!
"Yeah, suck on that meat," Arthur told her. "That's Arthur's dick. Arthur's dick," he repeated, slamming it down her throat each time he spoke the words.
Her breasts were bobbing as he rammed her. Her mouth continued to work like a vacuum cleaner onhis shaft. Over and over again he rammed her.
She took it all. She wanted it all. Each hard stroke was telling her that he loved her. And each time she took the abuse to the very back of her throat, she was telling him with her body that she loved him.
"Is it as good as those delivery boys?" he asked her.
She pulled off the shaft long enough to tell him. "Yes! Yes, darling! It's your dick. And I love it! I love it! Look at me. The spit is running down from the corners of my mouth. My breasts are wet with sweat and the nipples are stiff. And my cunt! Oh, Arthur, it feels like it's on fire. Only you can put out the flame."
"I'll put out the flame by spraying my sticky white stuff down your throat. It'll drip into your belly and burn you up so, you'll forget all about that fire raging in your clit."
"Make me forget about everything else in the whole fucking world!" she gasped before flying back down on his prick-meat. "Block out everything else in the whole fucking world. Make me black out from your cock!" she begged, panting.
Arthur didn't need any more invitation than that.
Her head had been down between his crossed legs. Now he pushed her down on the bed so that her head was leaning over the side. Her breasts were flat on the edge of the bed, although flat is not quite an accurate description of their state of inflation because the lovely mounds were sticking up. She was on her back.
Arthur stood over her. His head looked down on her stomach. The breasts could be seen above it. The fringe of pubic hair which beckoned him toward the snatch was visible below. The curve of his cock was such that this position, with Sally's head over the side of the bed, made the shaft slide all the way into the very deepest part of her lovely throat.
He began ramming again. He was using a steady stroke now. The rhythm was varied, always finding the back of her throat with the knob of the boner. I
Sally's own fingers found her cuntal realm. She couldn't resist placing her hands inside the opening. She played with the love button of her clitoris. She felt the wetness frothing around inside of her. She was a hot bitch in heat.
Her moaning as she took Arthur's plunging cock spurred him on more. Every so often he asked her about the delivery boys. Always she gave some kind of response to indicate that her husband was the best. And she meant it. She meant it sincerely.
He gave her a dozen super-fast strokes which plummeted to the very bottom of her throat. Suddenly he started to groan and he held the sides of her head as he pressed his throbbing organ all the way in and kept it there.
Sally didn't realize what was happening at first. She felt the thing purring like a wildcat. It was like a motor humming down in her wet throat. Then she felt something hot coat the lining of her throat. The sensation was so intense, that she could actually feel the precise area which became coated with the heat.
It was all way down beyond a point that she could reach with her tongue. It was beyond the hard palate. It began at the middle of her soft palate, and extended down her throat beyond that. Thick globs of white cream were down inside of her and she could taste the unique flavor of the gism.
It was strong and bitter, but bitter in a way which excited her. She tasted the manhood of her husband. She didn't swallow for a while after he finally pulled his organ from her. She wanted to feel the sperm in her throat. When she finally did swallow it, it was so she could better taste the aftertaste which filled her mouth like some wild jungle mushrooms.
Her lips were as wet as the man's slicked cock. She smiled.
Arthur placed his hands behind Sally's head and lifted her back onto the bed. He looked down at her fingers and saw that they were dripping.
"I didn't start screaming and going into convulsions," Sally explained, her fingers still inside the opening of her gash. "I had a quiet orgasm. It was a wonderful one, though. The best."
Arthur was exhausted. He crawled back into bed and rested beside Sally. She cuddled up like a little baby animal. She felt his strong, hairy arm around her and she felt safe in the shelter of his arms. She was protected and loved.
"She felt content. She sighed happily, knowing that her husband loved her and was still in love with her. He was so much in love with her that he made it quite clear that he could give her everything that she wanted and needed.
Well, maybe he could. But women like Linda and Lucy needed something more.
Linda and Lucy weren't willing to trade the soft peach flesh of a teenaged boy for the stubble of an older husband. They weren't in love with their husbands in the old-fashioned way. For various reasons, they wanted to spend their afternoons in the sexual embraces of teenaged delivery boys.
As for Sally, she was more content. Although, the thought of Jimmy still remained with her; still tugging at the hem of her skirts, even when she wasn't wearing any.
Even with her head on Arthur's hairy chest, the smooth silky chest of young Jimmy came back into her thoughts. His smile; so angelic, even though the heat of passion raged within him. She closed her eyes and wondered if Jimmy kept a smile on his lips when he was fast asleep.
She was dozing off herself. Her body had been through more than a lot within the most recent twenty-four hours. She was nodding off into a foggy haze of dreams when she heard Arthur's voice. It sounded distant, even though he was still right beside her. One arm was curled around her. The hand of the other grasped the talk-piece of the telephone. Arthur was speaking to his boss at work.
"No, no I won't be in today," he told the man as he glanced down at his beautiful wife, snuggled up close to him. An angelic smile did stay on her lips as she slept, whether or not the same was true for young Jimmy.
Arthur's voice continued to float into her ears. "No, no I'm not ill. I just have, uh, I have some more important business to take care of at home."
He hung up the telephone and replaced his other arm around the naked body of his beautiful wife. Her breasts pressed softly into his chest. His cock was a quivering lump between his legs. It was growing, and he pressed the head of it into the opening of Sally's moistened sex lips.
Arthur wasn't going to fuck her again just yet. But he did want to sleep with his cock head in the warm moisture of her sweet pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda's special sex service grew and grew. Within three months, four new boys had been added to the stable of hot young delivery studs.
As for the female population which used the service, the number of interested women was quite large for a town the size of Sommerville.
None of the prudes of the town were allowed in on the venture. There were too many small-minded people with old fashioned morals in Sommerville. They had to be kept away from knowledge of Linda's Delivery Boys.
As a result, service became that much more in demand. It was a secret thing; an underground thing, and that always had a special kind of appeal to people, especially to the horny housewives of Sommerville.
Word of mouth had spread rapidly to all the right people. Linda had to do all of her work during the day when her husband wasn't home. She didn't mind the work.
The benefits were just too good for that. She was always rewarded by the grateful delivery boys. Those teenagers wanted one thing more than anything else they could imagine. They wanted wet pussy! Linda delivered. She delivered her own damp fuck-hole, and the fuck-holes of all of the housewives who needed fucking in Sommerville.
Besides, Linda was a matchmaker at heart, and she got a kick out of setting people up like this. She enjoyed basking in the praise of the happy housewives who always wanted more. The ever-ready teens were constantly hard. They were glad to give of their seemingly endless flow of boy-sperm.
They basked in the praise of the satisfied women, too. It built their confidence, and that was something every teenaged boy needed. Linda was glad that she was able to help these boys feel good about themselves. It was so easy. And so much fun!
So that nobody would become too suspicious when they might happen to see young teenaged boys visiting the homes of horny housewives when the women's husbands were at work, Linda insisted that the boys carry boxes of groceries with them.
Lucy and Linda saved all their empty cereal boxes, as well as empty cans and anything else that looked like store-bought goods were stuffed in a carton. That way, the name under which the service had come to be known was very real. The boys were Linda's Delivery Boys. She just didn't say what it was that they delivered.
When she spoke to interested women on the telephone, making arrangements for the boy of their description to visit for a while, she made it quite clear that this was not a male prostitution service.
As far as she knew, Sommerville did not have any of those male whorehouses; the kind that were said to flourish in larger cities where women wanted to pay for relations with intimate strangers.
Linda made it clear that this was not one of those setups. That would be illegal!
She certainly didn't want to get into any kind of trouble with the law. These were delivery boys, as she stated. They delivered what the hot and horny housewives wanted and needed. Then, as with every delivery, a tip was given to insure proper service, or to let the delivery boy know that he'd done a good job.
The amount of the tip was left entirely up to the women. Some of them tipped the boys as much as they would tip any delivery boy for delivering an item of furniture or a box of groceries.
Others were more generous. But it didn't matter either way to the delivery studs. Linda had taken the time to explain to them that they were doing their service for their own pleasure. That was to be their major reward.
Anything else was extra gravy. The studs agreed. They were in it mainly because they wanted to plug pussy. They were told by Linda that they would have to get regular health check-ups to make certain that everything was clean and safe for the women who used the delivery service.
So far there had been no problems along those lines, or along any lines, as a matter-of-fact. There had been several close calls, where husbands arrived home in the middle of day, surprising their wives. Luckily, the husbands who arrived unexpectedly had never caught their wives in the act.
Two of the husbands did walk in on their wives with the delivery boys, but the boys in question were still dressed (as were the wives) and since they had their boxes there with them, the husbands naturally assumed that everything was alright. In fact, one man praised his wife for getting her shopping done during the week, instead of dragging him along with her to the supermarket on the weekend as she usually did-
That was Evelyn Capusello, and just to keep the situation nice and neat, Evelyn had to sneak out to the supermarket later that day to get the groceries she claimed had been delivered.
She could have called in the order and had it delivered, but the sight of still another delivery boy at the door would have messed everything up.
Linda trusted that the women who used her service would not fuck up, except while in bed, of course. She screened the calls carefully. Most of the women she knew personally.
Anyway, Linda was sitting in the living room of her home listening to the depressing news of the world on the morning broadcast. Hijackings of airplanes, robbery, murder, all sorts of horrors were in the news. She switched the channel to watch a game show where people were dressed up as various fruits and vegetables.
There was an excited knock on the front door. Then the buzzer began ringing. She turned down the sound of the television set and raced to the door to see what was going on. She wondered who it could be. Her first thought was that it was one of the young delivery boys making an unexpected delivery at her front door.
When she looked through the peephole, she discovered that it was Lucy Baker, all decked out in a wide-brimmed yellow sun hat with i. matching summer skirt.
"I thought it must have been one of the boys," Linda told her. "You were ringing and knocking so enthusiastically."
"I am enthusiastic this morning, Linda. Wait until you hear what I found."
"Come on in and tell me," Linda enthused, leading her guest into the living room.
Once they were seated Lucy spilled the beans.
"I had a great delivery from that new boy I auditioned for the service the other day. You know who I mean, that kid Robbie," she began.
. "Oh yes, the one you gave a rating of ten to," Linda said. "Lucy, I don't believe there really are any tens. Maybe on the first time he seemed like a ten but
"Linda, this stud was a ten! Believe me. It would be unfair to give him a rating of nine. I couldn't find anything that was less than perfect on him."
"Still, ten is awfully high. Don't forget that Sammy Spear is only a six, and we hired him. If he can learn not to shoot so quickly, he'd jump a lot higher on the rating scale," Linda said.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, Robbie is a ten. He fucked me so hot and heavily, I couldn't do anything for the rest of the day. I was just beside myself. So I took a drive to relax myself. I drove out along the expressway. I turned off at Exit Seven, because I'd never gone down that path before."
"It's unpopulated down through that part of Sommerville," Linda said.
"So I found out. I was riding along. There was a lot of overgrown grass and stuff. The few houses were in disrepair, and it looked as if nobody was living in them."
"It's a quiet area, that's for sure," Linda agreed.
"And then I saw it. I saw this old house. It was decaying in parts. In fact, the steps out front creaked so much when I walked on them, I thought that the porch would crash through under my feet."
"Did you go inside?" Linda asked.
"The door was unlocked. I called out a few times, but nobody answered. I took a peek inside. It seemed to be deserted, but the furniture and everything was still all there. Some of it had sheets over it. Other pieces were covered with dust. But I was curious and I ventured all the way inside," Lucy explained.
"Alright, let me guess," Linda interjected. "Then a boogie man crept out from behind a door and raped you! That's why you had such a good time."
"Not quite, Sherlock Holmes. Guess again," Lucy said with a smirk on her lovely face.
"Urn, let me see," Linda said, glancing at the television which was still going, without sound. "You met a man dressed as a giant cucumber and he gave you head."
"Wrong again. There was a dog in the bed upstairs, though. I nearly freaked when I saw that big thing. He sat up in the bed as if he owned the place. I backed off. But he didn't growl or anything. He was just spending some time in the house, like I was, and he jumped out of the bed and came over to lick me."
"So you pulled up your skirt, dropped your panties and
"Bestiality! No way!" Lucy laughed. "Honestly, is sex all you ever have on your mind?
"Yes," Linda answered, simply enough.
"Well, I have to admit that my enthusiasm is over sex," Lucy said.
"I'm not at all surprised," Linda answered smugly. She crossed her arms below her bust and crossed one leg over the other. "Go on, honey. Get to the point."
"The point is that suddenly I realized what a perfect place I was in. Perfect for Linda's Delivery Service," Lucy opined.
"But what's wrong with the arrangement we have here?" Linda asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all. It's a perfect cover for the operation. But this place I found would be a perfect hideout for another kind of fun. We could have an orgy there! A party for the boys and their playmates."
"An afternoon outing! How exciting! But we don't have the right to use that property," Linda said.
"I can see that the place is deserted. I'm sure that nobody will find out about it if we use it for just that one afternoon. Besides, I'll have to fix the place up quite a bit before we take over. It'll be ours because of the work we put into it."
Linda wasn't at all sure that this was such a good idea. She had worked very carefully to assure the privacy and legality of the service up until now. She didn't want to risk losing everything over one of Lucy's wild ideas.
But there wasn't enough time to start considering that now. The first call of the day came through. It was Sally!
"Oh, hello Sally," Linda said. "Have you recovered enough from that first gang bang to be ready for another one?"
"Well, it's not that I want to start engaging in sex again out of desire," Sally said.
"Oh, really!" Linda answered. "What else, then?"
"It's an experiment. I found out that my husband is much more important to me than I imagined he was. I realized that it's more important for me to develop my relationship with him than anything else. But there's just one thing."
"What's that?" Linda asked.
"Jimmy."
"Jimmy!"
"Yes. I can't get the boy out of my mind," Sally confessed.
"A lot of the housewives of Sommerville feel the same way. As for me, I'll be happy when I can't get that boy out of my cunt!" She laughed a raucous laugh.
"It's been over three months since that afternoon down in my basement. Believe it Or not, I can't even remember the faces of the two other boys."
"I bet you remember their cocks pretty damn well," Linda quipped in her usual dirty manner. (She only spoke this way among the girls).
"No, I seem to have forgotten a lot of what went on down there in the basement," Sally replied. "But I can't stop thinking about Jimmy. I think that if I saw him again, I'd know if my infatuation was anything to pursue."
There was hesitation and confusion in Sally's voice. She had attempted to make this telephone call several times before in the past three months. She had never been able to go through with it. One time she had even gone so far as to dial Linda's number, and then when she heard Linda's voice answer on the other end, she'd had to hang up out of some unknown fear.
She wanted Jimmy's approval. That seemed obvious enough to Linda, who picked it up from the desperation in Sally's voice.
"I'll be happy to set you up with Jimmy again," Linda said. "After all, I am Linda of Linda's Delivery Boy Service and I didn't take that title for nothing. But seriously, Sally, I think you should remember that our service is designed for fun. We're not here to break up marriages or start heavy romantic things between the women and the boys."
"I know that Linda," Sally answered with some resentment. "I'm quite clear on my relationship with Arthur, my husband. It's firm. But it's this teenager that's got me upset. Sometimes I find myself wishing that I could have Arthur on one side of me and Jimmy on the other."
"I can't quite imagine that," Linda responded.
"Well, I can't either, in reality, anyway. But I don't think I'm being too crazy about Jimmy. Do you?"
"I think you should look at it closely. You seem to want to prove something to yourself."
Sally did have to stop and think about that one. She wanted the teenager to think highly of her. Why?
"I guess I do want to prove that I'm attractive and good sex and a good person, as far as a teenaged boy is concerned. That's one of my problems in the classroom, too. I always want the boys to be my friends. I want them to like me. I guess that the approval I get from my husband isn't enough for me. I want more."
"That's what we're. here for," Linda answered. "We'll give you more of what you want. We'll give you Jimmy again, with his fat hot love pole. Just don't take it so seriously.
Life is a game."
"Where have I heard that one before?" Sally asked herself.
"It doesn't really matter. Just try to play it like a game, and it'll have to be more interesting and more fun, too. Just be yourself and I'm sure Jimmy will have a good time with you."
"Has he said anything to you about me since the first time we were together?" Sally asked.
"I can't remember, Sally," Linda answered honestly. "I have more than just a few boys and much more than just a few customers for the boys: I can't recall everything that goes on. But I'll arrange for Jimmy to make a delivery to your house whenever you want. Shall I make an appointment for you now?"
"I want to see him soon, but not here at my place. It was fine for the first time, but now I think I'd feel funny with Jimmy in the same house that I share with Arthur. It wouldn't be right. Can we do it at your place?"
"No, of course not. I can't start doing that. It's too dangerous for me," Linda told Sally. "And you can't do it at Jimmy's place, because he lives with his parents."
"Oh, no, what am I gonna do?" Sally moaned.
Lucy had been listening to Linda's end of the conversation. From it, she was able to figure out what Sally was saying. She was quick to suggest the house she had found off the exit on the expressway.
"Did you hear Lucy talking in the background?" Linda asked.
Sally had heard every word. And she was game.
The house had the first leaves of autumn rustling on the lawn of overgrown weeds. The wind howled through the peaks at the top of the slated roof. i
Lucy and Sally arrived together after Lucy volunteered to drive Sally to the place. She said that it would give her a chance to fix up the place a little bit, though she promised that she'd be gone by the time Jimmy arrived.
Linda had given Jimmy the directions for this latest delivery. She thought about telling the boy of Sally's conflicts and the problem Sally was experiencing over her mixed emotions. But she decided that Jimmy would be able to handle the situation without any outside help. This one afternoon might resolve the relationship in one way or another without any help from meddling parties.
Sally kept looking at her watch. She was anxious to see Jimmy again.
Her pussy was feeling kind of funny. She could feel the blood vessels expanding and contracting inside of her, and it made her pussy feel as if it were getting bigger and then smaller; bigger and smaller. It was weird.
The truth of the matter was that her sex organ was swelling. It was getting bigger almost as a psychological thing. She was, on a subconscious level, expanding her sex hole to take the large and young boy-cock of Jimmy.
She kept fidgeting with her hair, playing with the strands; twisting them around her fingers. She kept biting her lips and rubbing her snatch.
"Don't be so nervous," Lucy said, dusting off the tables and fixing up the house as much as possible. "Everything will work out."
"I feel like a virgin," Sally laughed.
"Jimmy will do something about that, I'm sure," Lucy answered.
Yes, he would. Soon it was time. And he arrived at the house with none other than Linda, mistress of the delivery service. Even though it was a large house, with the presence of Jimmy and three beautiful women, suddenly t e place seemed cozy and warm. It was supposed to be a private meeting between Sally and Jimmy, but Linda and Lucy were along for the ride. The questions was, were they all going to go for a ride under Jimmy?
The boy was ready to mount!
"I brought my dick along, and I'm hot," he said, as he entered the house. Lucy was aroused right away. The sound of his youthful voice telling the women that he was hot to trot made Lucy's nipples swell.
Sally was so sick with sexual anticipation that she began to reel when she saw the boy dressed in tight, faded blue jeans which outlined his crotch so that nothing was left to the imagination. And Linda was first to notice, after Jimmy of course, that Sally was dressed in blue jeans, too.
It was not usual for Sally to dress that way. She usually wore dresses and skirts. Was she trying to please the boy? If so, she had succeeded thus far in a pair of skintight faded blues which hugged her curves like a second skin.
The material at her cuntal mound hugged her so snugly, it seemed to breathe and pulsate with her own steaming twat. Jimmy couldn't stop himself from touching her there at her pussy, right through the blue jeans. He moved close to her and smelled the gentle perfume which exuded from the pores of her smooth-skinned body.
His hand slowly moved to the realm of her lovely pussy and when he touched the mound, he felt the sex heat rising from the mound. It penetrated directly through the second skin of blue jean material. The material was moist with heat.
His fingers moved up and down the curves of the outer sex lips which formed two mounds between the deep cleft of her yearning pussy.
He Was trembling in his pants. His throbber was motivating him. He was only sixteen, but he wanted this thirty-year-old beauty. He wanted all the years of living that were enveloped in her inviting cunt.
The juice of her own desire was making wet spots at the front of her jeans.
"Are you wearing panties under those skintight jeans?" Jimmy husked.
"Just a pair of scanties," she answered, her voice even more of a throaty whisper than his.
Jimmy smiled. "What are scanties? Very tight briefs?" he asked.
Her lips were close to his ear. "Yes, very tight and very thin. In the back, they hug the globes of my bottom like a leather glove. I looked in the mirror before I put my jeans on. I could see the crack in my ass through the material."
"It's almost a transparent material, then?" the boy said, his voice cracking due to his sexual arousal and young manhood.
"Yes, except that these scanties are cut out in front. There's nothing over the front of me," she confided.
"You mean, your snatch is bare?" he asked, hopefully.
"Yes."
That was why the moisture from her hot pussy was seeping through the jeans after it oozed in precious droplets from her sexual core. Jimmy wanted to do more than rest his fingertips on the damp and throbbing sex realm. He pressed the sensitive cuntal flesh and the droplets formed larger droplets.
He placed his wet fingers up to his nose and breathed in her scent.
"That's the way the animals attract each other," he told Sally. "The female sprays her cunt stuff, and the male knows that she's in heat."
Sally wanted to tell him, but she was afraid. The first time she started to say it, her sweet lips parted but no sound came out. And yet, it was too urgent to hold back. Her sexuality had to be expressed.
"I'm in heat for you," Sally finally blurted.
Jimmy felt his cock strain even harder against the front of his bulging jeans. He took his cunt-wetted fingers and placed them in his mouth.
As he sucked Sally's sex juice erotically, Sally's lips moved close. She took his fingers in her own mouth. They sucked together, both tasting the liquid sex from her womanly vagina. It was sensual passion that was growing between them.
"The sex room is ready upstairs," Lucy said.
"The sex room?" Jimmy grinned. Even Linda was surprised.
"That's right," Lucy smiled proudly. "There's a sex room upstairs. I don't know exactly what the former tenants used the room for, but it's covered wall to wall in soft material. It's like a giant mattress which fills the entire floor area!"
"How perfect! How wonderful. No wonder you wanted this place for our fuck-parties!" Linda said happily.
Lucy and Linda, fine hostesses as they were, made their way into the kitchen, presumably to clean it up a bit. This let Jimmy and Sally make their way up the stairs to the fuck-room by themselves.
Sally felt like a real fuck-slut. She smiled a smile which was just wanton enough to let Jimmy know that she would suck and swallow and love it.
It didn't take Jimmy long to show his true lust for Sally. As soon as they found the fuck-room, he was on top her. The weight of his kissing body pressed Sally's soft tits into her. He was on top of her with all of his body.
He fell with her to the floor, which was, of course, padded with foam.
They had just enough light to see each other clearly, although the light was soft and muted. It was like a soft-focus scene from an erotic movie. It was soon to become a sex loop like the kind seen in movie booths of the hottest variety.
His thick lump of boy-cock pressed insistently against the cleft of Sally's cunt. His cock was clothed in the material of his faded jeans. Her cunt was covered with that kind of material, too. It was a juicy, wet hump.
"I want more," Jimmy told her lustfully. "I want to take your tits in my mouth."
He wasn't asking her. He was telling her.
The proof was that he held her wrists down on the padded floor while his mouth licked up her fleshy tits. She was moaning, thrashing her head back and forth from side to side. Her cuntal area was bouncing up to meet the pressure of his hard-on.
Her tongue was loose. It was hanging out of her mouth. He bit it and held the pink, wet tongue muscle between his teeth.
While he pressed her two wrists together with one of his powerful teenaged hands, he used his free hand to rip open her blouse. She may have been wearing those crotchless panties, but her boobs were unharnessed. She had wanted to be like the teenaged girls whose teen-tits showed nipples poking at the front of their braless tops.
She should have known that she was perfect as she was. She didn't have to play at being a teenager to incite Jimmy's desire. He wanted her flesh because it was the flesh of an ample woman. A WOMAN not a girl. And Sally was a generous woman.
Jimmy's hungry mouth was quickly down on one of her full, fleshy breasts. He flicked his tongue across the nipple until it jutted firmly into his oral cavity. His saliva drooled over her milky-white breast. He sucked her breast up into his throat!
"Oh, oh, God, Jimmy!" Sally screamed. She really was a bitch in heat.
He responded by suctioning up her tit even more violently. Arthur had never been like this to her. Was she falling for the teenager, and forsaking the husband she had claimed to love more than anything in the world?
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Arthur undressed Sally, he did it with loving care.
Now Jimmy stripped her down. He was wild. He wanted her nudity and he didn't care if buttons popped to get it.
When she was nude and breathing hard, her breasts heaved up and down. Sue could hardly catch her breath.
Sally's hair was all tangled and loose. It hung down over her bare shoulder. Her lips quivered at her cunt. They were as wet as the trembling lips on her gorgeous face.
Young Jimmy, the delivery boy, stood over her. His legs were parted enough so that he straddled her. She stared expectantly up into the V of his muscular frame.
He ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. The softly curled lips of this sixteen-year-old stud puckered. Then a collected flow of spit unfurled from his mouth and landed sharply when it hit its target below.
He splattered Sally's quivering quim with his hot spit.
"You know what that's for," he growled. "You're going to fuck it into me," she replied breathily.
"That's right, baby."
She trembled with anticipation. Her voluptuous form writhed as Jimmy slowly unzipped the front of his jeans. He let the silver zipper down far enough to expose the soft, blonde patch of teenaged pubic fur which crowned his cock.
His fingers stroked his hairless belly, and he flexed his cock muscle at the front of his jeans a few times to drive the writhing woman at his feet into ecstatic frenzy.
"I want you, Jimmy," Sally cried softly.
"I know you do," he said.
"Fuck me, Jimmy!" Sally yelled out.
He caressed the lump of cock. "You want me to fuck you more than you want your own husband to fuck you, don't you, Sally?" he said.
She looked up into the face of this boy who was twenty-five years younger than her husband. He was young enough to be her husband's son!
Did she want his boy-cock in her damp and undulating pussy? Yes! Did she want him to fuck her more than she wanted her husband Arthur to do it? She couldn't bring herself to answer.
Jimmy wasn't going to give her his dick until she came up with a response.
"I could zip my fly back up again," he told her.
"Please don't tease me that way," she begged.
And so Jimmy pulled the jeans all the way down and unleashed his teenaged mauler.
Sally gasped to see it again. He squeezed the bulbous cock head and a drop of pre-cum formed at the slit. He pulled on the dick again, and the drop became a clear string which dripped down from his organ.
Sally arched her magnificent body so that her cunt moved up to meet the cum. Her moist cunt lips, wet with his spit and her own fuck-fluid, caught the string of boy-flow from his powerful fuck-stick.
"I want you to fuck me!" Sally cried, again. "I want you to fuck me more than I want my own husband to fuck me," she admitted.
That was all the stud needed to hear.
He pulled the jeans from his ankles and fell down on the padded floor. He went right to the heart of the matter, porking her in the missionary position while squeezing the ample tits which were wet from his saliva and red around the nipples from his teeth.
"Wolf that dick down in your cunt!" he told her. Her cunt wolfed it down.
His dick stabbed her slash with piston-like speed and intensity. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried. Each gasp came with the next stab of his blunt-ended spear.
The knob pressed into her undulating cunt. She was getting off on the fucking. After she became accustomed to the stabbing of the tool, she began rolling her hips. She was humping him right back.
She became like a wild woman. She pushed back with her body so fiercely that Jimmy thought she would knock him right off her body. If his connection in her cunt hadn't been as deep as it was, he would have gone flying off her. I.
Her cunt made certain that she kept him inside for as long as she wanted to feel his hard-stroking. Even though she was a thirty-year-old woman with a lot of sexual experience behind her, she had muscles in her cunt that were tight enough to keep Jimmy whimpering with arousal and grunting with lust.
She snapped her pussy around his cock and let him ride in and out of her. But then she opened up all the way. When she remained flat on her back with her pussy opened to full capacity, Jimmy's dick plunged in far enough to reach virgin areas in her well-fucked cunt.
The knob of his dick touched places which no organ had ever touched before inside of her.
Their combined moans were deeper and-much more intense when that happened. They were like two animals going at it, and downstairs, Lucy and Linda became so aroused that they began frigging their pussies as the floor above them creaked in time to the hot and heavy fuck scene on the floor above.
Some of the plaster in the ceiling fell down with the banging from above.
Then Sally bucked back. Since her cunt was opened all the way, Jimmy did slide all the way out of her cuntal pudding. His cock was dripping wet, but still hard as a rock. He grabbed the wet thing at the nuts and was ready to insert it into Sally's box again. But she had another idea.
She scooted around quickly and trenched his dick after it had come from her pussy. She sucked up the dick and made a meal of it. There was plenty to eat.
When her throat was burning from the juices, she wailed like a brazen bitch and forced herself into the superior position, straddling Jimmy's boyhood and pulling it into her cooze. Then she did the work, moving up and down on his fuck-tube.
He just groaned as her body gripped the prick. She let the slick tool plug her as she slid up and down on it with her crazy cunt.
Downstairs, Lucy and Linda smiled. They had been fine teachers who had taught this hung stud how to be a great delivery boy. But then, with a woman like Sally on the teenager's young boystick, it was no wonder that he was ready to deliver a hot load of thick white cum, just as the woman was beginning to convulse in multiple orgasms.
The liquid fire from their sex organs began to flood the flaming connection.
The force of their mutual passion was rocking the room. They screamed together as they climaxed. Sally could feel the gushes of hot cum spewing into her. The walls of her cunt held the throbbing dick as it heaved its load. Her cunt was quaking and every part of the sex snatch convulsed for what seemed to be a very long period of time.
Lucy and Linda were really getting off on the sounds they heard. Linda was secretly a bit jealous of the twosome. She didn't think that her own sex sessions with the teenaged boy had been as prolonged as what was still taking place upstairs.
As the last spurts of boy-cream gushed from his hard hose, Jimmy said, "I knew you loved me more than you love your husband. I knew it."
Sally's climax changed abruptly. Her cunt quivered once, and snapped at the inserted prober. Then the undulations slowed and lessened. The cream of her womanhood oozed from the puckered sex lips.
"I never said I loved you more than I love my husband," Sally told the boy.
"But of course you did," the boy protested. "That was what you said before I fucked you."
"No. You've got it slightly mixed up," Sally answered. "I said that I wanted you to fuck me. And when you pressed me, I admitted that I wanted you to fuck me even more than I wanted my husband to fuck me. But I meant my answer for the time that the question was asked. I wanted you to fuck me even more than I wanted my husband to fuck me then."
"Love, fucking, it's all the same. To me, it meant that you loved me more," Jimmy said, pulling his dick from her casually and wiping it off on a towel which Lucy had thoughtfully provided for the fuck-room.
"Maybe it's all the same to you, Jimmy," Sally said, "but I know the difference between fucking and love. The two go together, but they exist apart from one another, too."
She wasn't angry with Jimmy. She wasn't even disappointed in his casual attitude about love and sex. She realized that he was just a boy. She'd been very hot for what he had to deliver, and she still was. But he wasn't yet a man with experience beyond the sexual. He wasn't yet aware of the feelings of a woman.
"You mean to tell me that two people could live together, love each other, and not fuck every night?" Jimmy asked. "A husband and wife, I mean," he added. "I know that other people can love each and not get into sex, like a mother and son, and that stuff, but I mean two married people."
Sally tried to keep from smiling at the boy's innocence about life. "You're the delivery boy of sex around Sommerville. You service plenty of the wives. Right?"
"I sure do," the boy answered, buffing his nails.
"Do you think that all of those wives are out of love with their husbands?" Sally asked.
"Sure. Why else would they be wanting me. I've got a love affair going with all the bored housewives of Sommerville!"
"Oh, Jimmy," Sally responded. "Let me explain something to you. There may be some women in the group that you service who don't love their husbands. And I don't doubt for a moment that there are some women in the group who really are in love with you. But there's a difference between
Jimmy pressed his lips against Sally's mouth. He wanted to quiet her in the most effective way he'd found. The young boy didn't want to hear what she was going to say. He was quick enough to figure it out. He knew it, and he didn't want to face it.
After she responded to his deep tongue kiss, Jimmy pulled his lips from her soft and yielding mouth. There were tears in his blue eyes.
"I need some loving, too," he said softly. "I don't do this only for the sex part, or for the tips. Sure, it's fun, and the tips I get are enough to keep me from having to take a summer job that would be really boring. But I like to feel loved."
"Maybe some of the housewives feel the same way, Jimmy," Sally said. She realized that her opinion about Jimmy and the older women who used his sexual services might not be as accurate as the boy's own perceptions about it. "Maybe they escape from their boring husbands to
Again she was interrupted. "No. I can tell when it's love and when it's just sex. When I spoke about love between you and me, it was because, well, it was because I thought I felt it in you."
Sally was silenced now, and she didn't even have the boy's lips upon hers. It was the thought behind his words which stunned her. The boy had felt what she herself felt deeply inside. She loved her husband, but she loved Jimmy, too.
She was a big-cunted, big-hearted woman. Was there room for two males inside of her?
She wasn't able to address the subject directly. Not yet. She changed the subject., "Jimmy, you live outside of Sommerville, so I don't know your parents. What do they think about you going off like this so often?"
"I told them the truth," the boy replied.
"The truth! You told them that you service the women of Sommerville?" Sally gasped, appalled.
"No, silly," he smiled. "I told them that I work for Linda's Delivery Service. I told them that I was a delivery boy for the summer. They think it's good that I'm working. We have enough money, so they do give me an: allowance which sure helps out. I don't know my real father. It's my stepfather who has all the money. My mother is an actress, but she doesn't work any longer. She gave it up. Maybe you heard of her. Her name is Janet Melrose."
Janet Melrose! Of course Sally had heard of her. She was the first wife of Sally's husband Arthur! They had only been married a month. The marriage was annulled.
Arthur had insisted on confiding the entire story before he married Sally. He said that he felt she had a right to know.
He explained that he only married Janet because he'd gotten her pregnant. It was a mistake that just happened. He explained that after the marriage was annulled, Janet refused to even let him see the baby that was born to her. The infant grew up with Janet and a stepfather. Arthur had explained that Janet's new husband was very wealthy, and it was probably all for the boy's good.
Sally wasn't about to tell Jimmy that she'd married his father. It was probably best that the boy not know. If he wanted to find out who his real father was, that should come from Arthur, Sally thought.
But she did find it amazing that the boy she had fallen in love with was the son of her own husband. Jimmy had no doubt inherited much of what Sally found so wonderful in Arthur.
Now Sally understood why she felt this special way about Jimmy. She believed that her love for Arthur was really overwhelming, now that she realized that Jimmy was her husband's son.
The disclosure answered some of her questions. But there were new questions which arose from it.
Should she mention this news to Arthur? Would he want to know how she came to know Jimmy? Was it wise to bring her husband and the delivery boy together in any way? It was playing with fire.
She was still naked. So was he. The questions could wait.
Sally placed her fingers back on her pulsating pussy.
"Ssssssuck it," she hissed.
That innocent-looking smile came back to the delivery boy's lips. But he was far from innocent. His summer as a delivery boy for Linda's service taught him many lessons at the cunts of hot and horny housewives.
He fell to his knees for the cuntal feast. His tongue licked the moist pussy lips, tasting the fresh flavor of newly-fucked cooze.
His tongue muscle circled the wet lips of Sally's cunt. He found the slit and pressed his tongue inward to make the slit become a gash and then a hole.
Her love button responded to his tongue. It throbbed red hot against his oral gyrations. Then he probed deeply, finding the cum which he had planted inside of her.
At first he was a bit repelled to have his own boy-cum on his tongue. But it was so mixed with her pussy cream, that he took it into his mouth.
He fed her the gism, bringing his head from between her spread legs to her mouth, which was always eager for the boy-tongue of her youthful lover.
She swallowed the fluids down into her throat. She could feel the hot syrup dripping down her throat and coating her belly. "Promise that you'll keep seeing me," Jimmy said softly. "I mean, even after school starts and I'm no longer one of Linda's Delivery Boys."
Sally glanced out the window. They were on the second floor and she could see the foliage on the tree which leaned against the window. The leaves were turning color. A few of them had already fallen. Autumn was in the crisp air, and Jimmy would soon be busy with school.
