Many consider the years between thirteen and twenty to be crucial ones in the final development of an individual's personality. If so, then eighteen must be regarded as the focal point, the watershed year. For it is then that a person makes the first real decision affecting his or her own future.
With high school behind him, problems concerning furtherance of an education, job opportunities or love and marriage must often be faced immediately, sometimes in combination with one another. In a very short span of time, a course of events is set in motion that will often determine what one does and is for years to come, perhaps for a lifetime.
This is the situation that George Wilson finds himself in. Just out of high school and starting at his first job, he is confronted with the realities of life. THE SALESMAN'S SERVICE CALL is the story of a young man's first steps into the real world.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As he looked into the full length mirror George Wilson tried to look like Steve McQueen, but it was no go, even when he took off his glasses and squinted. He was hopelessly and irreparably George Wilson, a gangly and awkward kid of eighteen with horn rimmed glasses and all the social poise of a newborn giraffe.
"Shit," George said mildly.
He wasn't used to being able to swear at home yet. It had been only a week since he left his parents and got his own apartment. Today was the first day of his first job, too. It wasn't much of a job, just selling vacuum cleaners door to door, but at least he was supporting himself. He was officially an adult.
Now, if he could just get laid...
George sighed loudly as he struggled with his necktie. He wished girls were attracted to him, but it had never been that way, not even in grade school. They always laughed at him, giggled at him, and called him a "turkey". He wasn't ugly, and he wasn't dumb, he was just not cool, and girls would have nothing to do with him.
George had never even been kissed, let alone fucked, in his whole eighteen years. He knew all about sex, having read every book on the subject he could lay hands on, and the walls of his new bedroom were covered with color photos of beautiful naked girls. He'd invented a thousand and one ways to jack off. But none of this was the real thing and poor George was still a virgin.
He gave up trying to get his necktie straight and hurried out the door. He'd be late for work if he didn't get with it. He reported to the headquarters of the company, where his boss, a little dark cigar smoker named Gus Jones, issued him a sample case and told him what parts of the city to cover.
"Your tie's crooked, kid," Gus added.
"I know," George said wistfully. "I can't seem to make it go straight."
Gus kindly fixed George's tie and said with a wink, "You watch out for all them horny widows, now, kid. They'll be trying to get you into bed."
"I should only live so long," George sighed.
As he drove to his territory, he speculated for the millionth time about how to attract women and get them to ball but he came up with no new ideas, just with a case of nagging lust. Jesus, he'd give anything just to get laid once, to find out what it was like, to lose his accursed virginity. Eighteen and a virgin, it was a disgrace.
He parked in front of a neat looking brick apartment building and lugged his huge sample case inside. He had to get his mind off pussy and onto the product, he thought sternly. He wanted to impress the company and sell lots of vacuum cleaners and make piles of money. Maybe if he had piles of money, women would be attracted to him. He was pretty sure it couldn't hurt.
George rang the doorbell of the first apartment he came to. He arranged a bland smile on his face, but when the door opened, he just stared and looked stupid. He forgot to smile. He forgot everything but the fantastically built woman who was standing in the doorway.
The expression "built like a brick shithouse" came into his mind. It was certainly appropriate in this case. The woman was a tall blonde in her early forties, opulently endowed, with the biggest pair of tits George had ever seen. He simply couldn't tear his gawking eyes away from those thrusting cones which seemed ready to fight their way right through her tight pink sweater.
Christ, what he wouldn't give to have a feel of those mountainous jugs. He wondered if they were real. He thought how it would be to find out, and his cock twitched and threatened to get hard. He told himself to cool it, but it was impossible to stand only a foot away from those gorgeous knockers and not look at them.
"Yeah, you wanted something?" the blonde said.
"Huh?" said George, blinking.
She glanced at his sample case. "I assume you're selling something," she said, "or are you just ringing doorbells and staring at people?"
George reddened all the way down to his socks. His very first customer, and already he was fucking up... Using all his will power, he forced himself not to look at the blonde's great thrusting tits. He looked her in the eye and spoke earnestly.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said. "It's my first day on the job, and I haven't got the hang of it yet. I'm George Wilson, and I'm representing the Whizzo Vacuum Cleaner Company. I'd like to give you a free demonstration of our product."
The big blonde grinned at the blushing eager kid with the crooked necktie and askew glasses. "Sure, why not?" she said. "Come on in." , George's heart pounded as he dragged the enormous sample case into the blonde's apartment. He felt it would be a very good sign if he made a sale his first time out. It was very important to keep his mind on business, but, dammit, it was hard to think of anything but pussy when he was alone with a woman like this one.
"I'm Martha," she said, "Martha Reed. How do you do, George?"
Martha Reed was about five nine, with long handsome legs, wide but shapely hips, and thrusting heavy breasts which George guessed to be a size 44-D. She had nice features but used too much eye make-up. Her honey blonde hair was probably dyed. It fell thickly to her shoulders. All in all, she was a very striking woman, and George felt the urge to howl, jump on her, and fuck her silly.
Instead he tripped over his sample case.
"Oh, shit," he muttered, just managing to keep from falling on his face. Why did he always have to be so clumsy?
Martha giggled. "You better sit down before you fall down, honey," she said. "Have a seat on the couch."
George managed to sit down without further trouble, and Martha sat beside him. Again he had to struggle not to stare at her tits. It was hard to believe that breasts that big could be for real. He licked his lips as he imagined easing up her sweater, unhooking her bra, and seeing those monstrous jugs jiggle out of their confinement.. .
"Well, I don't know if I can really use a vacuum," Martha was saying. "I don't need such a big place now that I'm divorced, so I got this little apartment, and there's hardly room for a broom in here, let alone a big ol' machine."
"Oh, we have just the thing for you," George said eagerly. "It's a mini vacuum made especially for apartments. Let me show you."
He opened the sample case and took out the little vacuum. He managed to get it plugged in okay, but then he tripped over the cord and went stumbling helplessly across the room. Martha instinctively stood up to catch him, and they collided hard and went tumbling onto the couch. Somehow George landed on top of Martha.
"Oh, my gosh," he gasped.
He said it partly from embarrassment and partly from wonder. He'd never been so close to a woman before, and it was exciting the hell out of him to feel her big cushiony hot body pressed right against his. Best of all, her huge breasts were flattened against his chest, poking and thrusting right there where he could feel them. His belly was pressed against hers, and he could feel the little springy puff of her mounds right through her clothes.
Then to his complete horror he felt his cock getting hard....
"Oh, my gosh," George repeated.
Unfortunately Martha Reed felt it, too. As George lay heavily on top of her, too stunned to move, she felt his young cock lurching into stiff life against her belly. They were pressed so close together, it was easy to feel his growing erection right through their clothes. The soft little prick grew and grew into a long thick rock hard pole of hot pulsing flesh.
"Well, well, well," said Martha, "what have we here?"
George didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but he did. My God, how was it that he always fucked up, always did the wrong thing? Here the woman had invited him in, seemed interested in the product and then he had to fall on top of her and get a cock stand. He couldn't have behaved worse if he'd planned it. And if she complained to the company, he'd surely lose his job....
"Ma'am," he stammered, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm just clumsy, that's all. Please forgive me. I'll get back to that demonstration.. . . "
He started to climb off her, but Martha Reed grinned wickedly and slid her hand down to touch the rigid pulsing line of his erect dick. "Honey," she said in a husky voice, "THIS is a lot more interesting than that silly old vacuum cleaner."
Martha Reed calculated that she'd been horny for about eight months now, ever since she left her husband Archie. Archie was a shit head, a drunk, and a bore, but at least he had a cock, which was something she'd been doing without ever since the divorce. It was getting so all she could think about was sex. Martha was getting sincerely worried about herself.
She was no dog, but there were so many younger girls in the city that Martha had a hard time dating attractive men. All the sexy men her own age seemed to be going out with younger girls. That left Martha with the obvious losers, the elderly, the ugly, the stupid, and the creepy. She might be hard up, but she wouldn't go to bed with just anybody.
So she did without sex, but, God, it wasn't easy. She almost moaned aloud whenever she thought of a good stiff cock, whenever she recalled how much fun it was to ball. She'd never go back to her husband, but she wished desperately that she could find a lover, someone to take care of her urgent need for sex.
George Wilson, the young vacuum cleaner salesman, was a godsend....
At first Martha hadn't even considered him. He was too young for her, only around eighteen, and he was awkward and funny and inept. She just let him into the place for someone to talk to. But when he tripped and fell on top of her and she felt that huge young prick.... Well, the age difference stopped worrying her.
Martha felt a little ashamed of herself, getting instantly horny for a total stranger young enough to be her son. But what the hell she needed it, and so did the kid, so why not make each other happy? She felt his eager young cock growing bigger and bigger against her belly, and she soaked the crotch of her panties with a helpless hot gush of cunt juice. Yes, she had to have him.
It was scandalous, disgraceful, and immoral to seduce a boy that young. But she'd worry about all that later.
"What?" George said stupidly.
He couldn't believe what was happening. There had to be a catch. Instead of getting angry or hysterical, instead of pushing him off her, Martha was grinning at him and petting his cock. It seemed too good to be true, but, dammit, he could feel her hand rubbing suggestively up and down the hard line of his erection. And he could hear her telling him that his cock stand was more interesting than any vacuum cleaner.
So like an idiot he just stared at her and said, "What?"
She giggled and rubbed harder against his tented fly. "Now, darling," she purred, "let's not pretend this is just something in your pocket. I know a hard-on when I feel one, and personally I'd like to get a look at this one."
Martha was a big strong woman, just a few inches shorter than George himself, and the next thing he knew, she'd wriggled out from under him and flipped him over on his back. He lay on the couch, gawking at her, and she grinned and went to her knees beside him. He blushed scarlet as her hand crept onto his crotch and tugged at the zipper of his fly.
Quickly, deftly, she had his fly open, and then her warm hand had snaked inside, seized his erect prick, and brought it out. It didn't need any support. When she released it, George's stiffly erect cock stuck right up, pointing at the ceiling and weaving heavily.
"Oh, my God," Martha said wonderingly, "it's HUGE. It's BEAUTIFUL."
George couldn't help a little flush of pride. He'd always suspected that his cock was bigger than average, that at least in one respect he'd been blessed by Fate. In school in the locker room he'd noticed that even in its flaccid state his cock was bigger than the other guys', and in group jerk offs the others had eyed his huge hard-on enviously. But this was the first time a woman had ever told him he was well hung.
"Gee, thanks," he said timidly.
Martha didn't even glance at him, at his face, that is. Her wide wondering blue eyes were glued to his stiff standing dick. She leaned closer and closer to it, till George could feel her hot moist breath fanning his erect meat. It made him so excited that a big glistening bubble of cock juice erupted and rolled down his stiff fleshy stalk.
"Oh, my God," Martha moaned again.
She gently curled her fingers around his hot throbbing prick and ran her hand up and down the thick blue veined pole. Her little pink tongue crept out to lick her lips. She was moaning very softly. George got the impression that she was really excited about his cock, but he could hardly believe that. No woman had ever gotten excited about him before.
"Oh, darling, I can't wait," Martha said huskily. "Undress me."
Again it seemed too good to be true, but he was sure he'd heard this enormously endowed blonde asking him to undress her. Well, there was only one; way to find out. With trembling sweaty hands George reached up and started pushing her tight pink sweater upward over the huge heavy cones of her tits. He got his first glimpse of her lacy black bra.
Martha didn't protest. She just grinned down at him. As he pushed her sweater upward, she went on gently playing with his cock, running her warm fist up and down the rigid pulsing pole of flesh. George knew it had to be a dream that he'd soon wake up, but for the time being he meant to enjoy himself. She cooperated as he pulled the sweater off over her head, tousling her thick blonde hair.
"Oh, hurry, darling," she murmured.
But George was not to be rushed. He'd never touched a woman before, never undressed one, never played with a pair of tits, and he meant to take his time and savor every second. He gawked unbelievably at Martha Reed's enormous creamy pale jugs which seemed about to pop explosively from her tight black lace bra. Each tit was the size of his head.
Sighing, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. He was clumsy and couldn't get it loose at first, but Martha quickly assisted him. The hook popped open, the bra fell away, and her gigantic snowy breasts tumbled into their natural heavy slope. Even her nipples were huge, big light pink cones at the tips of her great watermelon jugs.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," George moaned.
Well, since it had to be a dream, he could be bold and not worry about the consequences. He reached up and cupped a huge hot silky tit in each sweaty hand. He molded and squeezed and fondled her gigantic boobs, rubbing his thumbs over the big pink nipples and making them go hard and erect. He grinned blissfully, his first pair of tits, and he'd really lucked out. They must be the biggest knockers in the world.
While George played happily with her incredibly big heavy tits, Martha sighed and fisted his erect dick, running her hand eagerly up and down that excitedly thick fleshy pole. It felt great to have a man's eager hands on her breasts again, but what she wanted even more than that was a hard thick cock jerking eagerly in her long famished cunt.
It has been so long, almost a year now, since she'd been balled. She was so eager for it, she was creaming helplessly right through her panties and almost moaning aloud with need. She looked down at the kid's fantastically thick nine inch prick, and she caught herself drooling. He might be clumsy, silly, and amateurish, but with a dick like that, it didn't matter.
"Oh, hurry, lover, hurry," she whispered. "Take off the rest of my clothes... I'll help you undress, too."
George was pretty embarrassed when the eager blonde started pulling his clothes off. He'd never been naked in front of a woman before. He knew his shoulders were narrow, his chest pale and hairless, and that he didn't have much in the way of muscles. He also couldn't see a damned thing without his glasses, so he had to keep them on. Not very impressive, a skinny naked kid with glasses on. But none of that seemed to bother Martha. She just kept gawking at his cock.
Martha undressed the kid as fast as she could, not paying much attention to anything but that gorgeous big prick of his. It was leaking bright bubbles of juice now as the boy became more and more aroused. Martha was leaking, too, steady streams of hot cunt juice soaking through her panties and running, down her thighs. Oh, God, how she wanted him!
"Quickly, darling," she moaned, "take off the rest of my clothes."
She stood before him, swaying dizzily, naked above the waist, her huge melon shaped tits quivering heavily. She wore a short red skirt and eight inch red heels. She moaned and begged George to strip her, but it was a moment before the astonished kid believed his ears. This just couldn't be happening, not to HIM.
It had finally dawned on George that this fantastically endowed older woman might want him to fuck her.
But, no, that was ridiculous. No female had even allowed him to kiss her or hold her hand, let alone get into her pants. It just couldn't be true. Martha Reed was playing some strange little game with him. He'd go along with it, get what he could out of it, but it was just too fantastic to imagine that she might let him ball her.
Naked, his huge heavy cock stand preceding him lewdly, George got off the couch and went over to the moaning swaying blonde and helped her step out of her shoes. He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the rug, where she stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only a tiny pair of black lace bikini panties. George put his trembling sweaty hands on the waist band of her panties and started easing the garment down. He waited for the woman to protest or slap his face, but she stood quite still, moaning softly, letting him pull down her panties.
"Hurry, hurry," she whimpered.
George got his first glimpse of pussy fur as he steadily pulled the flimsy black panties lower. Soon he had her whole muff uncovered, satisfying himself that she was not a real blonde. Martha's pretty little muff was light brown and very curly, a neat little triangle of fragrant fur. Moaning with excitement, George pressed his face against it as he drew her panties down and off.
He just had to get a look at her pussy. He'd never seen one before. He didn't have much trouble easing the moaning dizzy woman down onto the rug. He got her onto her back and started to ease her legs apart but he didn't have to do any work. Martha moaned hungrily and opened her legs for him as wide as they'd possibly go.
"It's all yours, George, darling," she purred.
Well, he had to be dreaming, that's all there was to it. Things like this didn't happen to George Wilson. Hell, they didn't happen to anybody. It was only in fantasies that outrageously stacked blondes opened their legs to you and begged you to ball them. George almost laughed aloud when he thought how ridiculous it was. He couldn't really be here, and this couldn't really be happening.
But it was. He was kneeling between a woman's legs and looking at her snatch. He was seeing a real live pussy for the first time. He saw a fine circle of curly light brown hairs, and inside the circle was ripe rich red flesh, moist and swollen and gleaming. Between thick puffed scarlet lips he saw a gasping quivering little hole that had to be her cunt. George shivered with excitement, and his cock gave a horny lurch as he thought of sticking his achingly erect meat into that steamy little hole. But of course that was silly. She'd never let him do THAT.
"Do it to me, darling," Martha whined, writhing with need. "Oh, please, please George, put your cock in me!"
George gawked at her. If this was a dream, it was certainly vivid. But finally he was realizing that it wasn't just a fantasy, that the big breasted naked blonde really was begging HIM, George Wilson, to fuck her. At last he was going to get laid. It was just too much. He had to be sure.
"What?" he said. "What did you say, Martha?"
"Oh, goddammit, are you deaf?" she whimpered. "FUCK ME."
Well, there was no doubt this time. George took a deep breath and crawled between her widely parted legs, hoping he knew what to do. After all, he'd never personally balled a woman before, just read about it in books. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by putting his dick in the wrong hole but there seemed to be only one hole, one choice.
"Yes, yes, yesss," Martha hissed as she felt the big hard knobby head of his cock skating clumsily around on the wet swollen flesh of her starved pussy. "Oh, yes, George, hurry, stick it in meee!"
George was trying to do just that, but it was proving surprisingly difficult. He poked around but couldn't seem to get his prick into her cunt. Finally with a hoarse moan of impatience, Martha reached down, seized his fat hard cock, and shoved it into place. George felt himself entering a woman for the first time, his big swollen purple cock head sliding perhaps an inch into her hot wet gripping hole. He moaned with pleasure and excitement. This was a thousand times better than jacking off. Her tight clinging twat was slick, molten hot, and delicious to enter.
"Oh, hurry, darling, PUSH," Martha whined, clawing his shoulders. "Put it in deep, deep... Oh, God, YESSSS!"
George did as she asked, pushing his thick erect dick as deep as he could into her flaming hot wet passage, penetrating her till his swollen balls rested against her searing soaked pussy. His instincts told him what to do next. He wanted to move his meat in her hard and fast, and he did. He moaned blissfully. It felt terrific!
"Yes, yessss," Martha was shrieking, "fuck me, fuck meee...."
She clung hard to him, bucking and writhing and screaming her pleasure. He knew when she came because she screeched so loud and her cunt gripped his dick like a vise and boiled over with hot pussy juice. She came again and again. George was enjoying his first fuck so much, he wished it would never end, but all too soon he felt the delicious rush of his jism, and he yelped with pleasure as he came.
"Don't move yet," Martha said, holding him tightly on top of her, keeping his shrunken prick inside her blooded slick box. "Don't take it out!"
"But it's soft," said George. "We'll make it hard again," said Martha.
And somehow she did. To his amazement she kept doing it again and again. They fucked all afternoon, till his cock was just about ready for splints. Martha couldn't seem to get enough and certainly George wasn't complaining. At last, when they simply had to quit from exhaustion, she begged him to come back again soon and see her again. George said he'd be working and would need an excuse, so Martha agreed to buy a vacuum cleaner. He was to deliver it in two days.
When George got back to the office late that afternoon, Gus Jones said, "Well, kid, how'd it go your first time out?"
George blushed all the way down to his shoes but managed to stammer a reply. "I, I'm afraid I sold only one vacuum cleaner," he said.
Gus grinned and slapped him on the back. "But that's good, kid," he said, "real good. And what about all them lonely broads who live alone? I bet a lot of them made passes at you, huh?"
"Oh, no, sir," George said primly. "I never expected anything like that."
Gus sighed. "You're right," he said wistfully. "I was just kidding. Too bad it ain't really like that."
George wandered home in a daze, hardly able to believe that he was no longer a virgin....
CHAPTER TWO
The events of yesterday seemed unreal when George staggered out of bed the next morning and started to get ready for work. He could have sworn he'd been balling a classy blonde with huge boobs but of course that was silly. Women didn't go for him. No way in the world would he ever get laid.
Then he realized it was true. Holy shit, he actually had fucked Martha Reed!
George grinned all the way to work. He knew that yesterday had been a fantastic piece of luck and that it would never happen again, but at least, by God, he wasn't a virgin any more. He could still vividly remember Martha's lush hot naked body, the fiery wet tunnel of her cunt. Oh, yes, he'd balled her all right.. . .
"Wake up, boy," said Gus Jones when George, deep in thought, walked into a wall of the office. "I don't know what you're thinking about, but it must be good. Anyhow, it's time to go to work."
"Yes, sir," George said wistfully. "Where do I go today?"
Gus assigned him a slightly more wealthy section of town, and George drove out to find a tree shaded area of large homes. He parked in front of a two story brick house, dragged his heavy sample case out of the trunk of his battered Volkswagen, and trudged up the steps. He was still thinking about Martha. Christ, he wished he were seeing her again today.
But it wouldn't do to think too much about Martha. His cock might get hard, and it was very likely that his other customers wouldn't appreciate it like Martha did. He MUST keep his mind on business, not on Martha Reed and her nipping squeezing cunt like molten lava, her huge pointed tits thrusting hard against his bare chest.
"Cut it out," George told himself sternly.
He wasn't going to see Martha again till next week, when he delivered the cleaner she'd purchased. In the meantime he'd just have to jack off when he got horny. The important thing was to do his job well, sell vacuum cleaners, please the customers, make money.
George put on his professional smile and rang the doorbell.
Presently the door was opened by a statuesque redhead, and George felt transported in time, back to yesterday. There he was again, staring like an idiot, just as he'd done with Martha.
"Yes?" the woman said.
George couldn't reply for a moment. He was too busy being horny. This woman was a little taller than Martha, slimmer, her tits not as big, but she still had a helluva body, and he'd bet her flaming red hair was real. She must have been around forty five, but she was still gorgeous. She must have been a great beauty in her day.
"Young man," she said haughtily, "what do you want? Say something, or I'll close the door."
George blushed and hurried to give his message. "George Wilson, ma'am," he said, "for the Whizzo Company. I'd like to demonstrate one of our fine vacuum cleaners. I promise you'll be delighted with it."
The woman frowned slightly. "Well, perhaps," she said. "My old vacuum cleaner is all right, but I guess I could watch the demonstration. Come in, please. My name is Agnes Hunt. I'm the widow of the late Harold Dudley Hunt, the manufacturer. Perhaps you've heard of him?"
George had indeed heard of Harold Dudley Hunt. The guy was worth piles of bucks. He'd died recently, and his widow was left with everything. She didn't look very happy about it, though. As she led him into the lavishly decorated house, she seemed sad and listless. Harold Hunt had been dead for about six months, but she acted like she hadn't gotten over it yet.
Agnes Hunt led him into the living room, thinking dizzily to herself, You fool, you don't need a vacuum cleaner....
But there was something else she needed, and needed desperately.
Agnes Hunt had been a Las Vegas showgirl when she met and married Harold Hunt fifteen years earlier, and she'd been to bed with her share of men but Harry was the first to awaken her to sex. She'd thought it was no big deal before. With Harry it was almost everything. She couldn't get enough. She thought about it all the time.
Harry was a superb lover, taking care to find out just what she liked best, just what turned her on the most. It got so all he had to do was look at her in a certain way, and she'd be creaming right through her panties in anticipation of all the delicious things to come. And when they balled, Aggie went wild. Harry made jokes about getting the bedroom soundproofed.
But it was all over now, dammit. No more of that great fucking. Harry was only sixty when he died, and she'd expected a lot more years with him. She was so stunned and bewildered, she hadn't left the house since his funeral. Just lately she'd begun to think about seeing people again. She wasn't lonely, but she sure as hell was getting horny. It was time to find a new man.
But how does a forty five year old widow go about finding a lover? Agnes had been out of circulation for so long, she didn't know where to begin. Every time she saw an attractive man her own age, he had some young girl on his arm. Maybe it was too late for her. Maybe she'd never get balled again. The thought panicked her.
Yes, the widow Hunt was terrified that she'd never find another man to assuage her powerful and constant lust. She didn't think she could bear that. So when she saw the young salesman coming to the door today, she'd suddenly gotten a wicked and wild idea....
But could she really seduce a teenage boy, which was all George Wilson was? Could she ask a mere kid, and a perfect stranger, to go to bed with her? It was so embarrassing, so naughty, and she needed it so much.
Agnes just didn't know if she could do it. She really didn't know.. . .
Agnes Hunt was wearing bright green hip hugging pants that left almost nothing to George's fevered imagination. They showed her pert round butt, her tiny firm waist, and her long dancer's legs. She wore high green platform shoes, making her exactly as tall as George. She also wore a tiny green halter top that barely covered her ample bouncing jugs.
It was going to be very hard to keep his mind on his work.
"Let's try it in here," said Agnes. The living room had a thick white carpet, deep and luxurious. George wondered if even the Whizzo could take care of a rug that thick. He pretended to be confident as he took the machine out of the case, but it seemed to him that a good size cat or dog could get lost in that rug.
The Whizzo was a canister type vacuum, a fat little box with a long mobile octopus like arm. George plugged in the canister, turned on the machine, and began moving the arm around over the thick white carpet. The trouble was, the place was already so clean, he could hardly make much of an impression.
Looking around, he saw a small cobweb trailing from the ceiling. Now THAT was something to demonstrate on. He pointed up at it, not wanting to shout over the noise of the vacuum, and Agnes looked up and saw it. She nodded, understanding that he would get the cobweb with the long arm of the cleaner.
George lifted the arm, moved it clumsily, and managed to brush Agnes' little halter top. The force of the suction took the halter right off, and the flimsy garment disappeared into the vacuum!
"Oh, my gosh," George gasped.
HOW did he do it? How did he always fuck up? He hadn't been here five minutes, and already he'd clumsily vacuumed his customer, leaving her naked! from the waist up. He knew he should spring into action, apologize, offer his jacket, but to make matters worse, all he could do was gawk at hen lovely naked tits.
They weren't as big as Martha's, but they were plenty big enough, round and pert and large as cantaloupes, capped with dark rose nipples. Each would make a very nice warm handful, George thought wistfully. Agnes' pretty jugs stuck straight out, firm and saucy, even though she was a middle aged woman. The pale silky globes quivered just slightly.
For a moment Agnes couldn't comprehend what had happened. It was just too bizarre. One moment the awkward young man was showing her the vacuum cleaner, and the next moment her breasts were bare. She had a fleeting glimpse of her halter being sucked into the vacuum, but it seemed just too crazy to be believed.
Yet, when she looked downward, there were her bare tits. She looked over at George who was standing there stupidly with the roaring vacuum in his hand, gawking open mouthed at her bare breasts. He was obviously turned on, licking his lips, his eyes going dazed and lusty behind his glasses.
"Oh, my gosh," he murmured.
Agnes clapped her hands to her tits. "How could you?" she cried. "What a terrible thing to do, you pervert. I've got a good mind to call your employer and report this disgraceful incident."
Oh, shut up, she added to herself.
She'd been an upper class rich bitch too long. She'd responded with shock and anger and threats, when what she really wanted was to drag this kid into her bed. Well, now she'd spoiled it. He went pale. He quickly started toward her, still clutching the noisy vacuum.
"Mrs. Hunt," he stuttered, "I'm terribly sorry. It was an accident, believe me. I, Oh, SHIT."
He wasn't sure how, but he'd done it again. As he approached her, he'd accidentally brushed her with the vacuum again, and this time it tore off her tight green pants with its powerful suction. There was a ripping noise, a flash of green cloth, and then Agnes Hunt was standing there clad only in a little lacy pair of pink bikini panties.
"Turn that machine off, you idiot," Agnes yelled.
Of course, that was the sensible thing to do, but George didn't seem very adept at doing the sensible thing. He managed to turn off the vacuum, but then he tripped over the cord and went sprawling onto the thick white carpet, knocking his glasses crooked on his nose. He looked up at the nearly naked widow.
"Mrs. Hunt," he said wearily, "you won't believe this, but I actually am this clumsy. It's all been an accident. I apologize, and I beg you not to call my boss. You must admit, though, we have a powerful little vacuum here."
Agnes managed a little smile. "Yes," she said dryly, "I'd have to admit that. I'll be sure to buy one if I want to go around undressing people. Here, let me help you up."
She extended a hand, but since George had failed to untangle his foot from the vacuum cord, he tripped again, pulling her with him, and they both went sprawling onto the bouncy white rug. George couldn't help ogling her as they fell, especially her perfectly round ripe tits which jiggled like crazy.
"Oh, hell," he moaned, "I'm hopeless." He looked at the dazed redhead, who was lying on her back beside him. "I hope you're not hurt?"
Agnes just stared at him, unable to believe all this was happening to her. It seemed incredible that one young man could cause so much uproar and havoc. She wondered how she could explain the fact that she was lying on the floor, wearing only her panties, next to a kid she'd met less than fifteen minutes ago. None of it seemed very real. She and George just stared at each other.
George glanced down at her beautiful creamy white breasts which were still quivering slightly. The pale shiny skin had just the faintest feathering of blue veins, and the dark red nipples were erect and pointed. He figured she couldn't get any more angry and upset with him than she already was, and he wanted to touch her tits desperately. Hell, he was going to lose his job anyhow. He might as well enjoy himself.
"I'll check and see if you're okay," he said hoarsely.
Still unable to speak, Agnes only looked at him and nodded. Slowly George's eager hot hands came up under the soft bulk of her tits, slowly he cupped her gorgeous round jugs and squeezed them. A dizzying wave of lust washed through her, and for a second she had to close her eyes. It'd been half a year since any man touched her breasts. It felt very, very nice....
George leaned closer to her silky pouting boobs, till his hot breath fanned the tender sensitive flesh. He just followed his own wild instincts, and the next thing he knew he was sticking out his tongue and licking her nipples. It was crazy but fun. Agnes Hunt shuddered and gave a husky cry, but she didn't protest. He couldn't tell if she liked it or not, so he just went on doing it, tickling and lapping the dark red nubs with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohhhhh," Agnes moaned softly.
Her lust was so powerful now, she felt almost faint. The kid's wet scorching tongue felt wonderful on her sensitive nipples, and she could feel both tits swelling up like taut balloons as she got more and more hotly aroused. Thick steamy juice started gushing from her cunt, and she couldn't stop it. It soaked right through the crotch of her panties. The boy was getting her terribly excited just licking her nipples. If only she could conquer her pride and invite him to go even farther.. . .
"Oh, man," George murmured excitedly.
He'd forgotten his worries as he played with her ripe pouting boobs. He licked her rosy red nipples till they shone with his spit, and then impulsively he pressed his mouth down on her left nipple, opened his lips, and sucked the little nub inside. He started sucking on her tit like a greedy baby.
"OHHHHHHH," Agnes moaned. "Oh, my God...."
George couldn't tell whether it was a cry of protest or not. He just kept on sucking her tit. If she liked it, fine, and if she didn't, well, he expected to be fired anyhow. But she didn't seem to be putting up much of a struggle. She just lay there panting, half underneath him, her eyes fluttering and rolling crazily.
Agnes was trying to retain the last shreds of her dignity, trying not to become a complete slut. She wanted very much to just tear off her panties, her last remaining garment, and beg the kid to fuck her. But, my God, she'd only just met him and he was young enough to be her son... She must control herself.. . .
George raised his flushed face and looked at her swollen pale tits. One nipple was rigid and erect and wet with saliva, the other soft and dry. He plunged his mouth down on the dry nipple and proceeded to suck it into erection, too. He wanted to be fair...
"You, uh, don't seem to be hurt up here," he said at last. After all, he'd told her he was checking to see if she was okay after their fall.
Agnes swallowed hard and said huskily, "Well, maybe you'd better check me lower down."
George could hardly believe his ears, but he didn't hesitate to obey. Eagerly he kissed downward from her swollen stiff nippled boobs, down over her silky flat belly, till he reached her flimsy pink panties. He began inching them down, hoping he understood her correctly, hoping this was what she wanted. It was sure as hell what HE wanted....
Agnes lay as still as she could, trying not to tremble with need as the clumsy kid very slowly inched down her panties. She'd been waiting six months for a good fuck, and she was almost too impatient to wait a second longer. But she didn't want to seem forward and wanton. She wanted to remain a lady. She'd let the kid take the initiative, but, Jesus, he was slow about it.. . .
George inched down the skimpy lacy pink panties until he saw the first pubic curls popping into view. Yes, she was a real redhead. The hairs of her little bush were coppery orange, tiny delicate curls that smelled of soap and enticing female scent. George pressed his face against the little furry mound as he finally slipped her panties off over her hips and ass and then he feet.
Agnes gave a soft little sigh, and then he felt her legs opening. They opened slowly, and he felt the searing moist heat of her pussy before he saw it. Then he was looking at it, the second pussy he'd ever seen in his life, a scarlet wet line of flesh encircled by red curls. He saw the small dark hole of her cunt.
Well, she'd said to check her out.. . .
He did, running his hand over her crotch, touching a snatch for the very first time. He touched the small light brown wrinkle of her asshole and the plump swollen wet lips of her cunt 'and even the dripping little hole itself. He touched the springy fur of her damp pussy, then gently pried open the red haired lips and saw a funny little red lump of flesh. When he touched the lump, Agnes flinched and moaned loudly.
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry," George said. "Did I hurt you?"
"Noooo," she breathed, her eyes tightly closed. "Go ahead, George."
Go ahead with WHAT, was the question. She hadn't said he could fuck her. She'd just said he could look. But surely she meant more to happen? Lying there stark naked with her legs spread wide, showing her pussy to a strange young kid, she must want him to do more than look. George certainly hoped so.
Now he remembered from his reading that the funny little lump of flesh was her clit, the most sensitive organ of the female body. It was solely for giving pleasure, but it was very tender. No rough stuff here. George gently placed his fingertip on her red hot soaked little joy button and began to rub it. A gush of steamy juice told him that he was doing the right thing, that she was enjoying his little massage.
"Ohhhhhh," Agnes whined, "ahhhhhh"
She knew she should be ashamed of herself, rolling around buck naked on the rug, letting a strange kid frig her but, Christ, it felt so good and she'd been needing it for so long. She figured she didn't have to worry about George telling anyone. She could always tell his boss about his clumsy salesmanship. No, they'd keep each other's secrets.. . .
She just had to overcome her modesty and get' the kid to ball her. Dammit, she wanted it urgently, but he was just taking his time, piddling around, apparently not understanding that she needed his cock. For the first time she began to wonder if he was okay, if he was normal. Maybe it would be a good idea to check him out. It might speed things up, too, if she got his clothes off.. . .
"George, darling," she said, sitting up, "I'd better look you over and see if you're all right."
"Sure, Mrs. Hunt," he said blissfully.
"Agnes," she corrected.
"Yes, Agnes," George sighed as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
It was just like yesterday. All these delicious and unbelievable things were happening, like in a dream, or, rather like one of his horny fantasies come true. Ever since he was thirteen George had been having these long jack off fantasies in which gorgeous older women with huge boobs climbed all over him and begged him to fuck them. It sure seemed weird to have it all come true.
Agnes quickly and expertly undressed him. By now, of course, he had the biggest hard-on in the world. She looked at his erect prick, and her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. She leaned closer, reached out and touched his hot throbbing erection, and curled her fingers around it for a quick squeeze. She shook her head wonderingly.
"I just didn't know they got that big," she said.
George grinned proudly. Martha had said more or less the same thing, that his cock was exceptionally big. At least he had THAT going for him. Agnes was staring at his thick heavily wagging dick like she'd never seen one before. She licked her lips and sighed deeply. He hoped urgently that she'd want to do more than just look.
Agnes was thinking what a lucky break it was that this particular kid had happened along. She was so desperately horny, she would have fucked somebody sooner or later, but she just happened to get the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. She was creaming uncontrollably as she stared at that gorgeous thick pale dick, a good nine inches of solid hot flesh. My God, she could hardly wait!
Still she couldn't forget her inhibitions, her training as a lady. She couldn't just ask the kid to stick it in her, much as she wanted to. She could only keep running her hot little fist hungrily up and down the throbbing length of his erection, hoping he'd get the idea. Bright bubbles of juice started to come from the dark slit mouth of his cock head, wetting her fingers, making her pumping slick.
"You don't seem to be hurt, George," she said shakily. "You look just fine to me."
"G Good," said George, who was having trouble trying not to shoot his load clear to the ceiling as the widow Hunt pumped his cock. "You seem to be just fine, too, Agnes."
So now what? They'd played that silly little game as long as they could, and George didn't know what to do next. Did she want to ball or didn't she? Martha hadn't left him in doubt.
Martha had begged him for it. But Agnes was so modest, such a lady, he couldn't tell.. . .
Well, to hell with it. He'd probably get fired anyhow. He might as well go out in style.
Abruptly, to Agnes' great relief, George slipped his arms around her, eased her down onto her back, and climbed on top of her. She kept her legs open, and presently she felt the hard hot head of his cock pressing urgently against her cream soaked slit. He grunted and wriggled, trying to get his cock into her. Agnes frantically assisted, moving her famished pussy around till his knobby big prick head finally hit the target and wedged deliciously into her flooded little hole.
"Ooooooooo," Agnes whimpered, unable to contain herself now.
She went on whining and moaning with pleasure as George's long thick cock slowly stuffed her long starved cunt. It felt soooo good.... She got her long legs open as wide as she could, taking in his prick clear to his balls, wanting every thick hard inch of it. She clawed his shoulders in her excitement, and a lusty grin split her face.
George was just as excited as she was. Her cunt was tighter than Martha's, a red hot slick sheath that gripped and squeezed his swollen meat and squirmed hot cream all around him. He knew he could gladly fuck this sweet little twat all day, and he would if she'd let him. He looked down and saw the ecstatic grin on her face. Oh, Christ, it seemed too good to be true, but it looked like she was all his.
"This all right with you, Agnes?" he asked shyly.
"Yesss," she moaned huskily, "oh, yessss... Do it to me now, dear, ball me hard... Fast.. . Oh, yes, George, yes that's lovely! OHHHHHHH!"
George already knew that women could come again and again, so he held out as long as he could, balling the lovely red haired widow into a howling string of climaxes, fucking her hard and fast like she wanted, until finally he just couldn't wait any longer. He gave a happy bellow and began to shoot his steamy load into her. Agnes took it gladly, keeping her legs wide open.
"Oh, my God," she sighed, "I must see you again, George."
"Well, I am working," he said, "but I could try to get by."
"Oh, Christ," Agnes moaned, "I'll buy one of your goddamned vacuum cleaners. Anything to see you again!"
George thought it was a pretty strange sales technique, but he certainly wasn't complaining. If he had to fuck the customers to make a sale, that was fine with him, especially when the customers were as beautiful and sexy as Martha and Agnes.
There was just one thing he couldn't understand. How come he was suddenly so attractive to women? He hadn't changed. He still wore glasses, stuttered, and tripped over his feet. He still wasn't cool. He was still an awkward teenager with no money. So what was the secret of his hidden success?
He timidly asked Agnes about it as he kissed her goodbye that day. "Why me?" he said. "You're beautiful and rich. You could have anybody, so why me?"
"Because, my darling," she sighed, "you're hung like an elephant."
George left smiling smugly to himself. It wasn't till much later that he realized Agnes hadn't know the size of his cock till almost the last moment. That couldn't be the reason she'd chosen him, then. So the mystery remained.
But no matter why he was all of a sudden getting laid, George hoped it would continue.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning George again awoke with a sense of unreality. Could all this really be happening to him? Could he have balled two beautiful older women in just two days? Had they actually begged him to return and do it again? It didn't seem possible but by God, it had happened.
George leaped out of bed with a grin on his face, tripped, and fell. No matter. It didn't matter any more if he was clumsy and awkward and uncool, didn't matter if he wore glasses and didn't look like Steve McQueen. Women wanted him any way. His mistake had been in going after girls his own age, who were too fickle. Now he knew the answer older women.
He'd never tried to get it on with older women before, the middle aged widows, divorcees and other lonely ladies without men of their own. Now he knew they were delighted to get someone like him, young, strong, and well hung. That explained his new success with females, and it explained why he was beginning to like his new job so much. It certainly brought him into contact with a lot of lonely older women.
George reported for work smiling and confident, and Gus assigned him to a modest middle class section of town. It was an area of small but neatly kept homes. George pulled up in front of a little white house, parked, and got out his sample case. He was already daydreaming about the gorgeous older chick he was going to meet and how she'd try to seduce him. Today perhaps he'd save her the trouble. If she was attractive enough, he'd do the seducing.
He rang the doorbell, and the door was almost instantly opened by a petite blonde in her mid thirties. She was gorgeous, a curvy little chick in pink shorts and halter with round pouting boobs barely hidden by her skimpy top. George grinned wolfishly at her, already imagining the delicious moment when he got her clothes off and started to ball her.
"Yes?" she said. "Whaddya want?"
"Good morning, ma'am," George said confidently. "I'm With the Whizzo Vacuum Cleaner Company, and I'm here to demonstrate our fine product. I guarantee you'll be delighted."
"We don't need no vacuum cleaner," said the blonde.
But George was already brushing right past her into the house. He'd forgotten to give his name, company policy, but otherwise he figured he was doing just fine. He was so intent on seducing the little blonde that he hadn't even heard her say she wasn't interested. He was already opening the sample case by the time she closed the door and came into the living room.
"You got your nerve," she said angrily.
"Yes, indeed," George chirped, "I don't care how much you like your old machine, it can't compare with this. Just sit back and relax, madam, while I show you what a Whizzo can do. You'll be impressed, I promise."
She scowled at him but gave up protesting. Hands on hips, frowning, she stood back against one wall, spurning his suggestion that she sit down. That was fine with George. It would make his little trick all the easier. He'd decided to take the initiative today, do the seducing. Yesterday's experience with Agnes Hunt had taught him a very interesting shortcut, too.. . .
"Now just watch this," George announced when he got the vacuum assembled and ready. "I'll bet you've never seen anything like this before."
"Yeah, yeah," the blonde said, obviously not impressed, "just get on with it, okay?"
"Certainly, madam," George said with a big grin.
He turned the vacuum on, brought the long arm over to the blonde, and whisked off her halter.
"MY GOD," she gasped, looking down at her bare wobbling boobs.
George grinned blissfully. He sure had picked a winner this time. She wasn't tall and statuesque like the others, but she was younger and firmer, her apple size tits just as round and pouting and upturned as a teenager's. Pretty little light pink nipples jiggled along with the creamy bouncing flesh.
The woman looked wide eyed at George and seemed about to say something when, with an even broader grin, he brought the vacuum arm over to her again and suctioned off her shorts in one quick movement. She squeaked and grabbed at the garment, but too late, it went swooshing into the greedy vacuum to join her halter. Now she was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of blue panties.
"Hey, mister," she said nervously, looking at George and trying to cover her bare breasts, "I don't think this is such a hot idea. I mean, I'm impressed and all, but I think you better quit."
"Oh, don't worry," George said soothingly, "I'll never tell anybody. It'll be our secret. As far as your neighbors are concerned you just got visited by a vacuum cleaner salesman. Don't worry about a thing."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," the little blonde said, "but I Oh, my GOD.. . . "
Using the powerful vacuum, George whisked off her panties.
While she stood there blushing furiously and trying to cover herself, he admired her firm curvy body and thought how soft, silky and hot it would be under his. Her snatch was gorgeous, a real blonde puff of gleaming curls. He wanted urgently to bury his face in it. Grinning, licking his lips, he turned off the vacuum and started to unzip his fly.
"You gotta be out of your mind," the blonde shrieked. "You can't do THAT."
"Why not?" George laughed. "I'm certainly ready. Just look."
He unzipped his fly and took out his huge straining erection, letting it wag heavily and lewdly before him. The small blonde gawked open mouthed at his enormous nine inch prick, at the thick pole of pale flesh ending in a huge purple knob. Her eyes widened hugely as George grinned and approached her.
"Hey, mister," she said in a tiny voice, "you better stop."
George paid no attention. He was thinking that in just a moment he'd have her down on the carpet, thrusting his swollen dick into her tiny hot slick box. She'd be squealing with delight, like the other had done, begging him to ball her hard and deep and fast. He chuckled with glee. It certainly was great to be wanted by women!
George approached within inches of the naked trembling little blonde and reached out to cup her adorable little round boobs. The hard but sensitive head of his cock brushed the tickly fur of her cunt. Sighing happily, he pushed forward and got his cock between her thighs. He poked around, trying to find her cunt.
Suddenly the blonde hit him hard in the face and screamed, "WALTERRRR!"
There was a rumbling noise from down the hall, and then the doorway was filled with the largest, meanest looking man George had ever seen. The guy was about six feet five, hugely muscled and matted with dark hair, wearing pajama bottoms. He looked at George, then at George's cock, and then he started moving toward George like a tank, growling ominously.
George streaked for the door, opened it, and ran down the front walk, his cock wagging gaily before him since he hadn't had time to zip up. To hell with dignity, the idea right now was to survive. As he was opening his car door, his sample case came flying close by his ear, followed by the sample vacuum cleaner. George tossed them into the car, leaped in, and prayed the engine would start.
It did, faithful old VW. He sped off, noticing in his rear view mirror that Walter and the blonde were standing in the doorway staring after him as if they couldn't believe in his sanity. Thinking it over, George shared their wonder. Why hadn't it occurred to him that some women might not want him? Christ, the blonde could have charged him with rape, lost him his job....
Oh, well, at least he didn't give her his name. He'd just drive around a little, calm down, and start again on another block. But this time he'd be a lot more careful. He wouldn't make any advances to any woman. She'd have to do the advancing, not him. He'd wait and let her seduce him if she wanted to, like Martha and Agnes had done. He'd been an idiot to come on to the blonde.
Fifteen minutes later George parked in front of a little red house with a neat white picket fence. He hauled his sample case up to the door and knocked. Presently the door was opened by a lovely tall brunette of about forty, a graceful tan woman with, God help him, enormous knockers.
Why him? Why always him? Again George found himself staring like a fool, rudely focusing right on the woman's big thrusting breasts. She was wearing a prim yellow cotton house dress with a high collar, but it did nothing to hide her spectacular figure. Oddly, she was wearing horn rimmed glasses much like George's. He wondered why she didn't get contacts to enhance her unusual good looks.
"G Good morning, ma'am," George managed to say at last. "I'm George Wilson of the Whizzo Company, and I'd like to demonstrate one of our marvelous new vacuum cleaners. I guarantee you'll be pleased with it. Could I have just fifteen minutes of your time?"
The lovely tall brunette pondered for a moment, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, then said, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt. I have a pretty good vacuum already, but we'll see. Come in, please."
She didn't give him her name, but George quickly found it out. In the living room, to which she led him, there were a number of trophies and awards displayed on the mantle. All of them were made out to Miss Joan Kent. Most of them were for teaching, including a certificate saying that Miss Kent had taught for twenty years at the local elementary school. George wondered why such a beautiful woman had never married.
"You can do your demonstration here," Miss Kent said.
George opened his sample case and got out the vacuum cleaner, reminding himself to be as business like as possible. He'd been thoroughly scared by the incident with Walter and the blonde. That would teach him to take too much for granted. He'd been an idiot to imagine that every older woman in the world would want to go to bed with him.
It was probably just an accident running into Martha and Agnes on two successive days. He'd probably never be so lucky again. He certainly didn't expect much from Miss Joan Kent. The tall brunette was regarding him coolly, obviously finding him about as exciting as minced clams. Maybe she didn't like men, maybe that was why she hadn't married....
No, that wasn't the reason, though George didn't know it. Joan Kent had never married simply because no man had ever asked her. She would have married in a second if she'd ever had the chance, but as an elementary school teacher she just didn't meet many men. She'd long ago given up hope of ever finding a husband.
That wasn't to say that she was a virgin. Miss Kent was a sensible woman, and when she realized that she'd probably never marry, she decided that she shouldn't be deprived of the experience of sex just because she was without a husband. When she was in her late twenties she spent one vacation on an ocean cruise and purposely let herself be seduced by a married man. She enjoyed the experience enormously. The problem was, it was never repeated.
For more than ten years the beautiful spinster schoolteacher had been yearning to fuck again, but she could afford no more cruises, and she knew no other way to meet men. She had only two male co workers at school. The principal, Mr. Thurlow, was sixty eight, fat, bald, and had breath like a swamp. The fourth grade teacher, Mr. Dickson, was gay. Obviously she wasn't going to get laid by either of them.
So she waited and yearned, and often she resorted to frigging herself, fantasizing lovers and bringing herself off with her own hand. She wasn't proud of it, but it was better than nothing, and she had to do something to take care of her powerful nagging need for sex. She was a normal healthy woman, dammit, even if society seemed to have denied her any outlets.
When she saw the young salesman at her door, she naturally thought of how it would be to ball him. But she dismissed the notion, he was too young, only about eighteen. She couldn't bring herself to go to bed with a kid young enough to be her own son.
Or could she....?
"Try it right there," said Joan. "I spilled the salt there yesterday."
Obediently George turned on the vacuum and used it on the green carpet, right where Miss Kent was pointing. The salt was gone. He grinned at her to express pride in his product, but she didn't seem too impressed. She was frowning and looking around the room, trying to find a bigger challenge for him and his machine. Then she saw something on the ceiling. She pulled a chair over and stood on it.
"Give me that," she said to George. "I want to try it on these cobwebs."
George handed over the vacuum arm, and Miss Kent used it to demolish a cobweb nest hanging from the ceiling. She did a thorough job, taking her time, and meanwhile George made the rather delightful discovery that he could look up her dress. It was a pleasant view of long shapely tan legs, lacy white panties and a few wisps of dark brown pussy hairs.
While George stood looking hungrily up her dress, Joan Kent suddenly realized what he was doing. She blushed, but she didn't look down at him. My God, she could feel his hot moist breath under her skirt, fanning her bare legs. It was her fault for climbing up on that chair in a skirt. No young man could resist a temptation like that. But what was she going to do about it?
What she did was to cream her panties helplessly. She felt it happening, blushed hotly, but couldn't stop the sudden rush of steamy juice that soaked her crotch. It was the idea of that kid looking up her dress, seeing her pussy, it just turned her on powerfully, she couldn't help it.
"Oh, God," she muttered, ashamed of herself.
She turned off the vacuum and stepped back hastily to get off the chair and end George's wicked survey of her crotch. She missed her footing, shrieked, and fell. Fortunately George was right there and managed to break her fall by grabbing her clumsily. They went rolling onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow Miss Kent ended up sitting on George. He was lying on his back, and she was straddling his lower belly.
"Oh, I'm terribly, terribly sorry," she gasped, blushing scarlet. "How clumsy of me. I hope you aren't hurt?"
"No," George said blissfully, "I'm fine. Just fine!"
He was, for that one lovely moment, because he could feel her red hot pussy right against his dick, even through their clothes. He could feel the searing moist heat of her crotch pressing against his ever ready cock, and he could remember how she'd creamed heavily when he was looking up her dress. Christ, he just might have a chance with this beautiful school teacher...
Then he did it, did the uncool thing again. He got an enormous sudden hard-on.
They both felt it, but it happened so fast, no one had a chance to move or speak. George thought, Oh, shit, no, as he felt his limp cock suddenly lurch into hard life, growing long and thick and swollen. It pressed upwards aggressively, rubbing against her panty crotch.
Joan Kent felt it, too, that delicious and exciting sensation of a man going hard against her. She felt the rapid and huge growth of his young prick, its hungry pressure right against her swollen wet pussy. She stifled a moan of lust, but she couldn't stop another rush of scalding juice from her cunt. God help her, she wanted this boy.
"I-I better get off you," she said lamely. "I must be heavy."
"Oh, no," George said quickly, "don't move."
They stared at each other, both blushing, both feeling the horny twitching of his erect cock against her flaming hot moist gash. Both waited for the other to make the first move. George was afraid of provoking rape charges or even assaults from a boyfriend tucked away in a bedroom. Joan was afraid of losing her dignity and pride. How could she just ask this teenager to fuck her? It would be too embarrassing, too humiliating.
But something had to give. George had waited a long time, all his adolescence, to ball but Joan had waited even longer. She'd only been fucked once in her forty years, and that was over a decade ago. Sitting on George's huge erect dick, she made a sudden decision. She was going to get laid, going to enjoy herself and to hell with what the world might think.
After all, you only live once, she told herself as she shyly reached down and started unzipping George's fly.
George breathed a big sigh of relief. He'd been so afraid she wouldn't make the first move. Now as she unzipped his pants, he smiled and reached up to unbutton the front of her dress. She blushed but didn't stop him. To his delight and surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her big cone shaped tits, capped with light brown nipples, came tumbling out into his hands.
"Oh, God," Joan murmured as the boy cupped her sensitive tits in his hot hands.
It had been so long since a man played with her breasts. It felt marvelous, and she couldn't help yet another hot helpless gush of juice from her cunt. Her hands trembled with excitement and impatience as she tugged at the zipper of his pants. Finally she got it open, and she reached inside and touched his prick.
It was huge, beyond all her wicked fantasies about cocks. The one men she'd fucked before, the married guy on the cruise, had had a thin six inch cock. It was dwarfed by this one. Feeling around, Joan estimated the kid's prick to be about nine inches long and hugely thick. But, hell, why guess? She could easily have a look....
The pretty teacher blushed as she gently drew George's erect cock out of his pants. It leaped eagerly into her hand and poked up lewdly, standing by itself. Her guess had been right a good nine inches of thick pale stalk, capped with a huge purple knob like head. She wanted that cock desperately!
Meanwhile the kid was playing happily with her tits, fondling and cupping and squeezing. Pleasant sensations streaked right from her tender brown nipples down to her seething wet pussy. She was getting so wildly aroused that she soon forgot all modesty and just followed her instincts. She seized the hem of her dress and pulled the garment off over her head.
"Oh, Jesus," George sighed.
She had the most fantastic figure he'd ever seen, huge pointed tits and wide flowing hips contrasting with tiny firm waist. She threw the dress aside, seized George's hands and placed them on the waistband of her panties. The message was clear. Licking his lips, shivering with excitement, George began to ease her panties down.
Meanwhile Joan, unable to wait, was tugging down his pants and then his shorts. He assisted her, kicking them off, and he was naked below the waist. No time to bother with his shirt and tie and jacket both he and the tall brunette were too frantically horny.
He got her panties down over her pert round ass and stared hungrily at her thick triangle of glossy brown fur. Joan impatiently skinned out of her panties while he stared. He got a brief glimpse of her pretty pink slit, swollen, and hot and dripping with her helpless cunt juice. As she knelt over him, George gently parted the brown furry lips of her cunt and exposed the tiny red button of her clit.
He pressed his fingertip lightly against her scarlet joy button and began to rub and tickle it. "Do you like that?" he said.
"OHHHHH," Joan responded.
No man had ever played with her there before. She was amazed at how good it felt. His finger rubbed gently but insistently back and forth over her ultra sensitive little clit, and the pleasure was dizzying. Helpless floods of hot cunt juice flowed down her thighs and wet his wiry brown pubic bush.
"Ohhhh, that's soooo nice," Joan whimpered.
"Don't stop!"
In her excitement she reached down and slipped her warm soft hands under George's swollen tender balls. She hefted the rosy taut sacs and began a gentle massage, lightly pressing and rubbing and squeezing. George had never had his balls touched by a woman before, and he damn near shot his load, the pleasure was so sharp and unexpected.
"Oh, man, YEAH," he whined, "yeah, play with my nuts...."
His husky excited young voice reminded Joan Kent of what she was doing. It seemed impossible for a dignified and respected spinster school teacher, but there she was stark naked, straddling a strange kid and playing with his balls while he frigged her clit. As if that weren't scandalous enough, she had every intention of letting him fuck her in just a moment.. .
Well, she just couldn't help it. She was only human, and just because she didn't have a husband didn't mean she should be deprived of sex. She just couldn't bear to pass up this marvelous chance, or that fantastically big cock. To hell with society, to hell with everything.. . .
George was still diddling her wet little clit when he felt her releasing his balls and her warm fist closing round his cock instead. As he watched, surprised and delighted, the blushing schoolteacher raised his swollen dick and pressed the big bloated purple head against the wet little mouth of her cunt. Sighing and panting, she stuffed the fat hard head inside herself.
"Please," she whimpered, "fuck me!"
"You bet," George said enthusiastically.
As she straddled him, her eyes rolling ecstatically, George thrust his pale thick cock between her small pink pussy lips and watched his swollen meat disappear into her body. He moaned happily as he felt her searing wet box closing around his prick, gripping him hungrily. He pushed into her all the way, as deep as he could go, and he felt her cream gushing all around him.
"Ooooooo," Miss Kent moaned, "ooooo, yes, yes, yesssss...."
George happily began balling the beautiful wailing spinster, jerking his thick rock hard briskly and deeply in her dripping twat. She began coming almost at once, and she kept it up, a long chain of dizzying orgasms, until she lost count. George managed to fuck her for about five minutes before her red hot nipping box brought him off with a howl of pleasure.
"Do it again," she panted, almost before he finished coming.
George did it again. He wasn't sure just how, but he managed to ball the beautiful schoolteacher all morning and part of the afternoon. To get more comfortable, they went into her bedroom, and it was well after lunch time when he finally staggered from her house and drove away.
When he reported back to the office, Gus Jones gawked at him and said, "Kid, you look exhausted. You musta had quite a day."
"Yes, I did," George said truthfully. "It was exhausting, all right, but I did manage to sell another cleaner."
"No shit?" said Gus. "Kid, you're doing pretty damned well for a new guy, a sale every day so far. That's really great. How the hell do you do it?"
George looked a little glassy eyed as he answered. "I don't know, Gus," he said wonderingly. "To tell you the honest truth, I just don't know...."
CHAPTER FOUR
The days passed all too slowly, but finally it was time to deliver Martha Reed's new vacuum cleaner. George was so excited that morning, he ran three red lights, and it was a miracle he even made it to Martha's apartment. As he prepared to ring the doorbell, he prayed she hadn't changed her mind, that she still wanted to get it on with him.
It just seemed incredible that a beautiful older woman like Martha should want anything to do with a clumsy kid in glasses. It seemed incredible that she should want to fuck him and that she should invite him back for more. Well, in a moment he'd find out if she really meant it. He hoped so, because he was frantically horny. He rang the bell and waited.
Long moments passed, during which George began to sweat, and then finally he heard footsteps approaching the door. The door opened, and there was Martha, looking just like she'd looked before, tall, blonde, and stacked. She looked exactly like she had the first day, except that this time she wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Hi, there," she said.
And just like the first day he met her, George stood there and gawked. It was certainly something to gawk at, Martha Reed without clothes. The tall statuesque platinum blonde stood erect and bold, her heavy but firm tits sticking straight out in front of her, seeming to precede her by a foot. The pink nipples stuck out, too, saucy little nubs that almost poked George in the chest.
He gawked at her unbelievably big breasts, at her little firm waist and wide flowing hips, and at the glossy light brown triangle of fur at her cunt. He caught her naughty wink, and the inviting grin that widened her red glossed lips. He simply couldn't believe that all this was for him, but there was nothing unreal or dream like about Martha. She was solid and warm and definitely there.
"H Hi yourself," he said.
As he followed her into the apartment, he couldn't take his eyes off the big creamy rounds of her swaying ass, so of course he tripped over the coffee table and went sprawling. George had fallen so much in his life that he'd developed a kind of knack for it, going limp and just letting himself roll. But Martha let out a squeak of alarm when she saw her young lover taking a header over the low table.
"Don't worry," said George, landing on his back on the rug, "I'm oaky. I do that a lot."
"I noticed," Martha said dryly. "Well, how do you like my outfit?"
Once more George ogled her incredibly endowed body. "It's beautiful," he said, "but how did you know that was going to be me at the door? What if it'd been your landlord or the milkman or some stranger?"
Martha blushed suddenly and hotly. "Oh, my gosh," she tittered, "I never even thought of that. I was just thinking of seeing you again and how I could surprise you."
"You surprised me, all right," said George. "Well, I suppose it's business before pleasure. I brought your new vacuum."
He opened the large package he'd brought and took out the new vacuum cleaner. Martha took it, walked briskly down the hall, and stuck it in a closet. She handed George a check for the full purchase amount, and he stuck it in his pocket.
"So much for business," said Martha. "Now will you please hurry up and take your clothes off?"
George grinned. Everything was okay. She really did want him again. He started to undo his necktie, only to get it into an impossible knot. Martha, moaning with impatience, came over and loosened it for him. While she was there, she unbuttoned his shirt as well. When she pulled off his t-shirt, she surprised him by licking his nipples. It was a weird but exciting sensation, and her tongue was very slick and hot.
Martha giggled when she made his nipples go erect. She dropped to her knees and started unzipping his fly. George sighed loudly, content to let the eager older woman undress him. His boss Gus Jones would never believe this scene in a million years! George felt his pants drop and looked down to see Martha tugging frantically at his jockey shorts.
She soon had the shorts down, but then she gave a sigh of disappointment. George's cock wasn't hard. That was very unusual, but he'd been nervous about coming to see her again, not sure she'd want him. Thinking about all the things that might happen to spoil his fantastic luck, he hadn't yet gotten a cock stand. He felt her hot moist breath on his little pale wrinkled prick and knew he was going to get hard very, very soon.
"What's this?" Martha said. "You're not hard."
"Oh, I will be," George assured her, "as soon as we get in bed."
"Bed, hell," said Martha. "I don't wanta wait that long. Come over to the couch, honey. I wanta show you some new tricks."
George obediently followed her over to the couch. He really wasn't too interested in learning anything exotic, not at this stage of his sex life. Just good old fashioned balling was fine with him. But he'd do anything to please Martha, and he figured whatever she wanted to show him, it would be fun.
"You just he down on your back, George," she cooed, "and I'll show you something that'll really turn you on."
"Okay, Martha," he said dutifully.
George stretched out on the couch and got comfortable, and Martha knelt on a cushion on the floor, her head level with his lap. She picked up the sleepy little worm of his flaccid dick and rested it on her palm, petting it gently. His cock was disappointingly small when it was limp, just a soft little stub, but she well remembered how huge it got when it was hard. She intended to make George's prick as big and hard as possible.
"You ever had a girl go down on you, honey?" she purred.
"I never had a girl do anything to me," George sighed. "What does that mean going down?"
"A blow job," said Martha patiently. "You know."
George blushed at his own ignorance. He'd read all the technical books about sex he could lay hands on, but they all used polite scientific language. He didn't know all the slang for these things, and he was pretty sure Martha didn't know the technical terms. She just wasn't the type.
"I, uh, never heard of that, either," he confessed, red faced.
"Oh, Jesus, where you been?" Martha sighed. "Head job, blow job, frenching you know. COCK SUCKING."
"OH," said George, suddenly enlightened, "now I get it. No, Martha, I never had that done to me before."
Martha seemed happy about that. "Oh, goodie," she chirped, "I got myself a virgin. Well, hang on, kid, and I'll show you what it's all about."
George relaxed and watched as the buxom blonde bent over his poor little wrinkled prick. He was in fact rather interested in experiencing fellatio, as the medical books called it. Martha was still resting his limp meat on her warm soft palm, and now she bent down low, stuck out her pretty pink tongue, and started delicately lapping his flaccid dick, like a kitten drinking milk.
"Oh, wow," George gasped. "Hey, that's nice...."
It really was. He'd expected it to be fun, but he hadn't known how really wild and great it would feel to have a woman's hot slick tongue busy on his cock. It was a thousand times better than jacking off, that was for sure. Her wet little tongue tip tickled and lashed and lapped all over the sensitive flesh of his prick, sending tiny electric jolts of pleasure through his loins.
But that was just the beginning, just for openers. When Martha saw that he was enjoying her licking, she went on to another phase. She curled her fist around his soft stubby cock and left just the dull red head peeking out. She brought it up to her mouth, fastened her lips around it, and began delicately nibbling on his soft cock head with just the tips of her teeth.
She just giggled and went on with her playful nibbling. It didn't hurt. In fact it was kind of a hit, but it was just the idea of her teeth on his cock, that could make a guy pretty nervous. She must have guessed, because soon she stopped using her teeth and started using her tongue instead. George moaned happily. That hot slippery little tongue tip sure felt great on the highly sensitive head of his cock.
Then she started slipping his meat into her mouth.
She did it very slowly and teasingly, and at first George didn't notice anything except that more and more of his prick was getting hotter and wetter. He looked down and saw the mischievous blonde very gradually stuffing his limp pale meat between her bright red lips. As she slid the soft prick onto her tongue, she bathed it with her steamy sticky saliva and made little hungry gurgling noises.
"That feels really nice, Martha," George sighed happily.
But it was nothing compared to what he felt just moments later. Martha seemed to get suddenly hungry and greedy, for she abruptly stuffed the rest of his prick into her mouth and started sucking on it like crazy. George nearly shot right off the couch. The sudden fierce pleasure was dizzying. Her mouth was scorching hot around his meat, ravenous and powerfully sucking.
"AWWWWWW," George wailed.
He couldn't think of anything articulate to say, and probably wouldn't have been able to say it. He just moaned and yelped with pleasure as Martha sucked his cock like it was going out of style. Her pale blonde head flew over his lap, her hair getting wildly tousled, and her mouth zipped up and down the stubby little prick, deliciously hot and wet.
"Oh, my gosh, yeah," George whined, "yeah, Martha, that feels so damned good... Oh, Christ, keep doing it.. . . "
She did, and even faster. George could hardly believe she could suck that fast, but he had the evidence of his own senses. Her spit seemed to boil around his meat, and she stretched his limp cock out like elastic, then let it snap back onto her tongue. She made loud lewd slurping noises as she blew him. It was fantastically exciting and good.
So the inevitable happened, his cock got hard. Under the circumstances he was surprised it hadn't happened a lot sooner. Anyhow, he felt his meat lurching into erection, and then he heard Martha gagging as the ballooning prick stabbed right into her throat. He tried to pull out, not wanting to choke her, but she recovered herself and kept him in.
George gawked down at her in amazement. His cock was now fully erect, nine inches of thick hard flesh, and yet she still had the whole damned thing in her mouth. How the hell did she manage it?
Then he found out. He felt her slick powerful throat muscles squeezing his cock head. She'd actually swallowed part of his prick in order to get the whole thing into her mouth. She had it all, all right, and his swollen young balls were rubbing her chin. She started sucking him again, greedily, rapidly, and again there was that lewd slurping and squishing noise.
"Ahhhhh, CHRIST," George wailed. If this was cock sucking, he could certainly give it his stamp of approval. He could go for a lot more of this. Her mouth was delicious around his taut sensitive dick, fiery hot, slick and juicy, silky and slippery as it closed and sucked again and again on his eager prick. He got dizzy with the pleasure of it, and long moments passed before he realized that he was about to come.
Her head still flew over his lap, and she was making happy gurgling noises like she was really enjoying herself, really digging the taste of his dick. She didn't seem to sense the danger, but George knew he was about to shoot a gallon of jism that could probably choke her. Besides, he figured she wouldn't want him to come in her mouth. Much as he hated to end this exquisite pleasure, he jerked his swollen spit soaked cock out of her mouth.
"Hey," Martha said angrily, "whaddya do that for? Isn't my cock sucking good enough for you?"
"It's not that, Martha," George said quickly. "I really enjoyed it. But I was about to come, and I figured you wouldn't want all that come in your mouth."
"You silly kid," Martha snorted, "that's the whole point. Now just lie still and let ME do the thinking."
She pushed him back on the couch, and the next thing he knew, his cock was deep in her silky hot throat again. George moaned with horny pleasure and gave up trying to be a gentleman. If she wanted to eat his come, fine, let her eat it. He wasn't going to protest another thing. He was just going to lie back, enjoy her terrific blow job, and get his rocks off.
It happened a lot sooner than he expected. He was just lying there, grinning and panting and occasionally moaning, digging the fantastic pleasure of having his cock sucked when suddenly he was coming. Just like that, a great bolt of pleasure rocked him, and he was shooting his thick jism down her throat and into her belly. Martha was ready for it. She was gulping his come ravenously, moaning with excitement.
"AWWWWW, SHIT, YEAH!" George bellowed.
He shot and shot, squirting load after steamy load of salty come down the big blonde's throat. He was dizzy and exhausted when he finally finished, drained with pleasure. He watched Martha lick her lips to get the last tasty drops of his come. She shook back her thick tousled platinum hair and grinned wickedly at him.
"Well, kid," she said, "how'd you like having your dick sucked?"
George sighed loudly. "It was out of sight, Martha," he said earnestly. "The greatest. I just wish there was something I could do for you."
She flashed him another naughty grin. "Oh, there is, honey, there is," she said eagerly. "You just catch your breath and then we'll change places."
George searched his memory of all his reading to try to figure out what she might want. He obviously couldn't fuck her with a limp cock, and after that enormous orgasm he was going to be limp for a while yet. So she must want something he could do with his fingers or his tongue or his mouth. And then he remembered the word he'd read, cunnilingus. He didn't know how to pronounce it and even had trouble spelling it. He was sure Martha would have a simpler word for it. And she did.
"I want you to eat my pussy, honey," she said as they exchanged places. "You know, go down on me, like I did to you."
"I get the idea," George said with a grin.
Martha stretched out on the couch and threw one long shapely leg up over the back. She let the other leg slip off the edge of, the couch, so that her ripe red gash was fully and lewdly exposed. George had never had a better view of a pussy before. Eagerly he scrambled between her thighs and peered at her crotch. It was all strange new territory to him, plump wet scarlet flesh encircled by light brown curls.
"You gonna just look?" Martha said impatiently. "I'm so horny, I could scream."
"Okay," said George. "It's just that I have so much to learn."
Well, he could do his homework later. Right now he had a very lusty and impatient blonde on his hands. He lowered himself onto his belly and brought his face right down into the soft fragrant curls of her cunt. He wasn't sure just where to begin, but he remembered how much she liked having her clit played with. He probably couldn't go wrong there.
He parted the brown furred plump lips of her cunt and uncovered the pea size red dot of her clit. Even his brief sexual experience had taught him that this funny little lump was the most sensitive organ of a woman's body, the key to getting her hot and aroused. George stuck out his slick red tongue and gently tickled Martha's hot tasty clit. Just that very delicate motion made her moan loudly and flinch with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, yeah, honey, that's the place," she gasped. "Just keep on doing that, okay? Ummmm, yeah, a little harder Panting and sighing and moaning, she taught him just how to lick her clit, just what she liked best. It was well worth it, because now George knew exactly how to melt a woman, how to make her horny. Martha taught him to use his tongue on her tender red clit, softly and slowly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. Within a few minutes she was creaming furiously all over his chin and her pussy was swollen and red hot.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, yeah, that's so good," she sobbed. "I just love that, George, honey... maybe you could suck it, too, okay?"
George wasn't sure he could get anything so tiny in his mouth, but he sure as hell was going to try. He wouldn't soon forget the incredible pleasure she'd given him when she sucked his cock and ate his come. It was only fair to return the favor. He pressed his lips down on her scalding squirting little joy button and managed to suck it between his lips. Holding it firmly, he sucked on it like a greedy baby, fast and hard.
"EEEEEE," Martha wailed.
Her big body arched sharply as she slammed her pussy hard against his face, literally feeding him her clit. With her efforts he managed to keep the little slippery bump between his lips and go on sucking it fast and furiously. Martha was totally carried away with wild dizzy pleasure. She whined and howled and creamed uncontrollably.
"Yeah, yeah, suck my clit," she howled, "suck meee... oh, God, I love that.. . . "
Then she was coming, her big lush body rocking heavily, her cunt gushing red hot floods of juice into George's flushed face. She shook so hard, he lost her clit, and all he would do was watch helplessly as the big lovely blonde shook and writhed and moaned in her orgasm. Her ripe red gash was completely soaked with her juice, and more was running from her cunt in a creamy river.
At last she shuddered, sighed, and went still. She gave George a wicked little .grin and said breathlessly, "Hey, I could go for more of that, kid, only this time I'll do something for you, too.
This is probably a silly question, but have you ever heard of sixty nine?"
After George confessed that he'd never heard of sixty nine except in math, Martha showed him how to do it. It struck him as a rather awkward and silly posision, until he discovered how it worked. He was lying on his back on the soft carpet, and Martha was crouched over him, only backwards, with her pussy right over his face and her mouth right over his cock. He thought how funny they must look.
Martha bent down and sucked his cock into her fiery hot wet mouth, and he stopped thinking about how they looked. "AHHHHHH, YEAH," yelped.
Now he understood the purpose of this crazy position. This way they could eat each other at the same time. Martha was busy gobbling his limp dick, so George got busy, too. He'd already eaten her clit, so he zeroed in on new territory the small shadowed wet mouth of her cunt. He stuffed his long stiff tongue right into the creamy little hole, and Martha damned near rose right to the ceiling.
"UMMMMMM," she exclaimed, her mouth full of cock.
He felt the clinging fiery hot slick tunnel of her cunt all around his thrusting tongue, and he felt it grow even hotter and wetter as he probed almost to her womb. She really loved having his tongue in her cunt, he could tell. She was whimpering and shivering with pleasure, and she was creaming furiously.
Well, that was nice to know. He started using his tongue like a cock, thrusting stiffly and quickly in and out of her hotly juicing twat, and Martha went wild with pleasure. Her muffled cries were shrill, her body grew red hot, and he was almost drowning in her thick steamy cunt cream. There was no question but what he'd found the thing Martha liked best of all, a good stiff tongue up her cunt.
Meanwhile she was sucking away on his cock like there was no tomorrow. Even though he'd just shot his load, he felt himself getting hard again. It was difficult to avoid with a stimulus like that her silky wet scorching mouth working ravenously all around his dick, pulling the sensitive head of his cock right into her throat. No, he couldn't hold out and didn't want to. His cock lurched into a huge long hard-on, pushing deep into her gullet.
For a few minutes more they maintained that ludicrous position she called sixty nine, sucking loudly and furiously in each other's crotches, till his cock was so full and stiff that it ached, and her pussy was so hot and swollen that she was almost coming. Then they rolled apart and caught their breath. George knew perfectly well what he wanted to do next, but he hesitated to be too pushy. Fortunately Martha said it for him.
"Enough of that kid stuff," she panted. "Let's fuck."
"Right on," George sighed.
The big blonde rolled over onto her back, her enormous milky white tits wobbling heavily. She opened her long lovely legs for George and wantonly displayed her ripe red soaked gash with its fringe of light brown curls. Her shadowed cunt mouth was opening and closing swiftly and hungrily, aching for his cock. It leaked a big bright river of juice.
"Hurry," she said hoarsely, "hurry, fuck me...."
George shook his head in amazement. It was hard to believe that just a week ago he'd been a virgin, that he'd despaired of ever getting laid. By some miracle here was a gorgeous older woman begging him to stick his cock in her. Too much.. . .
But he'd better get with it, not just lie there gawking. Martha looked very impatient.
"Jesus Christ, will you hurry it up?" she said. "What's wrong you forget where to put it?"
"Nope," George grinned as he crawled between her legs, "I remember exactly where it goes."
And he did. He was getting to feel almost like a pro. He wedged the huge knobby purple head of his cock between the dainty pink lips of her cunt and pushed. As he went into her, Martha began to moan, low and husky at first, then louder and shriller. By the time the big hard head of his dick was pressing against her womb, she was wailing like a fire siren.
"Yes, yes, YES," she screeched, "fuck me, ball me, you cute little bastard, do it to meee...."
George certainly had no objection to that. He fucked her all morning, in fact, and part of the afternoon. He knew he should be out trying to make other sales, but on the other hand, you only live once. No telling when he'd get a chance like this again. And he didn't want to make Martha mad. She'd be awfully mad if he left before she was satisfied. The only problem there was that it took about four hours to satisfy her.
Finally in mid afternoon George limped into the office, sweaty, haggard and exhausted. Gus almost dropped his cigar when he saw him.
"Jesus, kid," he said, "you look awful. You musta had a helluva day."
George slumped into a chair. "Yeah, and I'm afraid I didn't make a sale, either," he said.
"Forget it," said Gus. "You already made three sales this week. I'm telling you, kid, don't push yourself too hard. Guys get heart attacks that way."
"I believe it," said George.
Martha had begged him to come back and see her again, often. Somehow he'd have to manage it, but in the meantime he had two other vacuums to deliver, to Agnes Hunt and Joan Kent.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day George was supposed to take Agnes Hunt her new vacuum cleaner. He hoped it would be as pleasant an experience as he'd had with Martha Reed. He remembered with a grin how Martha had greeted him at the door with no clothes on. He hoped Agnes would be just as eager.
On the contrary, when he got to her house and rang the bell, he found the red haired widow acting silent and shy. She blushed furiously when she saw him, and she muttered a stiff greeting as she led him into the living room. George was very disappointed. It looked as if Agnes had changed her mind about him and didn't want to ball him any more.
"I'll just unpack the new cleaner for you," he said, giving her a big friendly smile.
"Thank you," Agnes said dully, not returning his smile.
It certainly didn't look good. She acted as if she could hardly wait to get rid of him. George unpacked her new vacuum for her and checked it out to see that it was running okay. All the while the beautiful redhead watched him cooly, arms folded across her lovely pointed tits, her mouth tight with disapproval.
Finally George had done everything he could to postpone leaving. He'd unpacked and demonstrated the vacuum cleaner, Agnes had paid him for it, and there was nothing else to do but say goodbye and go away. But he just couldn't go without asking her what was wrong. He hated to lose a lover like Agnes. So he got up his courage and, blushing hotly, finally asked her what was happening.
"Agnes," he said, "if I did anything wrong, I with you'd tell me. I mean, you're sure not acting like you did last time I was here.'
Agnes blushed, too, all the way down to her toes as she and George both remembered vividly her wanton lusty behavior during his first visit. They remembered the eager way she'd welcomed his big young cock into her body, how she'd begged him to fuck her.. . Poor Agnes burst into tears of embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, George," she wept. "I shouldn't have been rude to you. It's not your fault, but I've just been feeling so ashamed of myself for the way I acted. I swore it wouldn't happen again...."
George was really disappointed that she'd decided not to fuck him again, but he'd been raised a gentleman and could easily see that this was a lady in distress. He walked over and put his arm around her and helped her sit down on the couch. He gave her his hanky. He patted her shoulder while she cried.
"I'm sorry you feel so bad, Agnes," he said, "but I wish you'd change your mind. You didn't do anything wrong I mean, we didn't hurt anybody, did we? It was something we both wanted, so where's the problem?"
Agnes looked up at her awkward young lover, whose glasses were on crooked as usual. She couldn't help being fond of George, but, my God, what would the neighbors think if they knew she was having an affair with an eighteen year old kid? After all, she was the widow of an important man, and she had a reputation to preserve. It just wouldn't do to be getting it on with a teenage vacuum cleaner salesman.
"George, dear," she said gently, "I'm very sorry, and you're probably right, but I just feel too guilty to go on seeing you."
Bullshit, George wanted to say. He hated like hell to lose this gorgeous redhead. No telling when he'd find a lover, like her again, probably never. There just had to be something he could do to change her mind. Words weren't doing the job. If he could just get her aroused, so horny that she wouldn't think about her silly conscience...."Well, at least kiss me goodbye, then," he said. "Of course, darling," said Agnes. She thought it was innocent, but George instantly put his arms around her and held her very tight against him, her big full tits flattening against his chest. He kissed her hard and wriggled his tongue deep into her mouth. Agnes gave a muffled protest, then held still. He could feel her tongue growing hot and twitchy next to his....
Agnes Hunt was thinking she was a damned fool.
It had been easy enough to play the great lady and tell the poor kid that she couldn't have an affair with him, but she hadn't counted on her memory of the delicious fuck they'd had. She hadn't counted on wanting him again. Did she really want to go back to having no man, no sex? Did she really want to be horny day and night?
And wouldn't it be a lot smarter to go on seeing George? He was fantastically well hung, and she could easily teach him to be an expert lover. She wouldn't have to toss and turn in her bed at night, praying for a good stiff cock. She wouldn't have to take cold showers to distract herself from her incessant lust. Did she really care what the neighbors might think? Was that more important than taking care of her own powerful needs....?
She was still undecided when George finally broke the kiss. She wanted him desperately, but she still felt nervous about illicit sex and especially about getting it on with a kid young enough to be her son. George was still holding her, trying to kiss her again, but Agnes managed to avoid his mouth.
"Oh, George, dear," she sighed, "I just don't know what to do. There's the age difference."
"To hell with that," George said manfully. "It doesn't bother me, Agnes. I just want us to have fun together, like last time...."
Fun? That was hardly the word for it. It had been one of the most delicious fucks of her life. She'd gone out of her mind with pleasure. Even now she couldn't think about it without creaming right through the crotch of her panties. Oh, damn, damn, she wanted this kid so badly....
"Well, maybe," she said doubtfully. "I could think about it...."
But even as she spoke she knew she'd already made up her mind. She just wasn't going to be able to keep her hands off this young stud, and she should have known it. Even as she was thinking about it, her hand was creeping into his lap and finding the zipper of his fly. She tugged the zipper down, her starved pussy growing hot and wet at the thought of his superb young prick.
George held very still, wanting to do nothing to distract her. She'd said her mind wasn't made up, but here she was unzipping his pants. Great, if he just played his cards right, maybe she'd follow through. He felt her warm soft hand creeping inside his pants, touching his limp cock....
Agnes told herself that her behavior was disgraceful and that she should be ashamed of herself, but that didn't stop her, not even for a second. There she was reaching inside the boy's pants, finding his adorable soft little prick, lifting it out into the day light. She let his warm flaccid cock rest on the palm of her hand while she admired its pale blue veined flesh and rosy head. She felt hot saliva trickling into her mouth.
"George, dear," she said softly, "I hope you don't mind if I, uh, touch you like this."
"Oh, no," George said quickly, "no, no, not at all, Agnes. It's very pleasant. Please go right ahead."
"Pleasant" was putting it mildly. It was making him very excited to have the lovely red-haired older woman hold his cock on her hand and pet it. He knew he was going to get hard very quickly but he didn't realize just how quickly.
"It's so soft," Agnes was saying, when all of a sudden his prick started to grow. "Oh, my," she gasped. "Oh, for heaven's sake."
George looked and saw the innocent little stub of his flaccid dick giving a violent twitch. It thrashed around with a life of its own as it grew long and engorged. It got very thick and very long and rock hard. The blue veins stood out in the pale stalk, and the head grew as big and hard as a golf ball and dark red in color. Suddenly he had a terrific cock stand, a great stiff lewd prick pointing right up at the ceiling.
"Oh, my God," Agnes moaned.
Looking at that huge young cock was just too much. She had to have it. She knew she wasn't going to resist it. Her poor starved cunt was boiling with need, aching for that monstrous dick. It was ridiculous to turn the boy down, after all. She needed him urgently, and he obviously wanted her. With a hungry moan, she began to pet his stiff throbbing cock.
"You got hard, you naughty boy," she said huskily.
"It was hard to avoid," George confessed.
He couldn't keep still any longer. He just had to touch her. He remembered from last time that in spite of being a middle aged lady, Agnes Hunt was soft as silk, warm and smooth and delightful to touch. While she moaned softly and played with his erect cock, George quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress and tugged the garment down to her waist. He fumbled with her bra and finally got it unhooked.
"Oh, man," he muttered.
As he got her bra off, her lovely round grapefruit size tits bounced into their natural shape, free of the harsh confinement. Her nipples were sweet little pink nubs, the skin of her tits milky white and flawless. He slipped his eager sweaty hands under her hot heavy jugs and began to play with them. He rubbed the pretty little nipples with his thumbs and made them go taut and erect.
"Oh, George," Agnes moaned, her little hand running eagerly up and down the stiff hot pole of his cock, "George, I know we shouldn't do this, but I just can't stop...."
"Ssshhh," said George.
It seemed the most appropriate thing to say. The silly woman was eagerly fondling his dick and saying it was wrong. George didn't care if it was wrong or right, pink or purple, he just wanted to get it on with her. His cock began to juice with eagerness, big bright drops of cream bubbling from the dark slit mouth and running down the fat pale stalk of his prick.
"Oh, my God, I just can't help myself," Agnes moaned.
The next thing George knew, she'd slipped from his embrace and was on her knees on the rug in front of him. She was tugging down his pants and shorts, and of course he didn't make any resistance. In fact he did all he could to help her, and in moments he was naked from the waist down in contrast to Agnes who was naked from the waist up. So now what was she going to do?
"Ohhh, I just can't resist," she was moaning.
Resist what? George soon found out. Squirming between his legs and bending forward, the lovely redhead seized his stiff drooling cock and brought it up to her red glossed lips. She kissed and sucked the sensitive tip of his dick, and then out came her pretty pink tongue to lick and circle the purple knob of his cock head.
"Ummmmm," Agnes moaned, "Ummmm...."
George was surprised and delighted. Agnes was such a lady, he'd never expected her to lick cock. But she was going at it like she hadn't eaten in a week, licking and moaning, running her tongue all over the creaming head of his cock, lapping up his salty juice and swallowing it all with a greedy gurgle.
George obliged by producing even more thick fragrant cream for her to eat. Or, rather, he couldn't help it, he was so aroused that his cock was spouting like a runaway oil well, great rivers of shiny cream bubbling out and running down the purple head of his prick for Agnes to lap up with her wet little tongue. She was making lewd wet slurping noises as she licked him.
"Ummmmm, UMMMM," she chanted.
Agnes was surprised at herself. She'd done a lot of things in bed, especially with her late husband, but she'd never licked a cock before. There was something about George's pale pure boy cock that just made her mouth water. She found herself wanting to go beyond licking, wanting to take that monstrous young prick into her mouth, but she wondered how she could get such a big thing inside...
Well, all she could do was try. She popped the huge fist like head of his cock between her lips and sucked inward as hard as she could. George gave a howl of pleasure, and his eyes rolled crazily behind his glasses. She managed to suck half his thick dick into her mouth. His cream dribbled out onto her tongue, and she began to suck his cock like crazy, loudly and ravenously.
"Awwwww, Christ," George whined, "that's good... oh, yeah, Agnes, suck my cock... oh, man, I really dig that.. . . "
Spurred on by his obvious pleasure, Agnes sucked harder and faster on his tasty hard meat, and she managed to get even more of it inside by opening her throat. That didn't bother her, much to her surprise. She knew only that she wanted to take him in clear to his balls, and soon she'd done it. The big round cock head went on creaming in her throat.
"Yeah, yeah," George moaned, "suck meee...."
He could have gone on like that all day, feeling the delicious scalding wetness of her mouth around his cock, except that he was dangerously close to coming. True, Martha Reed had wanted him to shoot his load in her mouth, wanted to eat his come, but he was sure Agnes wouldn't feel that way. She was a lady. It was his duty to warn her.
Or maybe he could just distract her "Hey, Agnes," he gasped, "let me go for a second, okay....? Wanta show you something Agnes didn't mind giving her mouth a rest. The kid had a hugely thick cock that was stretching her lips almost to bursting. Gratefully she spat out his spit soaked meat. No sooner had she done so than George, with a mischievous grin, grabbed her and finished undressing her. At first she squeaked with alarm, but then she just lay back and let him do it, blushing as he finally pulled off her panties and revealed the copper curls of her bush.
"Just change places with me, okay?" he said.
Agnes didn't know what he had in mind, but she obeyed, sitting down on the couch while George knelt between her legs. It was a little embarrassing exposing her pussy to him like that, giving him such a wanton view between her thighs, but at this point she was so horny, she'd have done damn near anything to please him. He gently pushed her legs further open, and Agnes, blushing but eager, let him do it.. .
George eyed her delicious looking ripe red slit with its pretty fringe of red curls. As with Martha, he could hardly decide where to start teasing. He gently parted the red furred lips of her cunt and uncovered the scarlet bump of her clit. Agnes gasped with surprise as his head suddenly dipped into her crotch.
"George," she squeaked, "what are you doing?
Wha OHHHHH... Ohhhh, my God... Ohhhh, darling, that feels GREAT.. . . "
George was relieved to hear that, because he hadn't been at all sure whether Agnes would like having her pussy eaten. Well, there was no doubt about her feelings now. Not only was she moaning hoarsely with pleasure, she was creaming hotly all over his face, her pussy growing scalding, swollen, and drenched.
"Yes, yes, yessss," she hissed, "I love that.. . . "
George was simply licking her clit, but it sure was having a hell of an effect. The clit, that funny looking little bump of flesh, seemed to be the whole key to a woman's response, her most powerful source of pleasure. Just play with her there, on that strange tiny red button, and she went wild. It had been the same with Martha.
So he licked and lashed her little wet joy button with the stiff moist tip of his tongue, and Agnes lost all self control, all pride. She just lay back on the couch with her legs wide open, moaning and creaming and babbling. Fierce pleasure radiated through her belly, and she knew she was juicing right in his face, but she was lost, helpless. She just wanted him to go on licking her clit.
"Oh, George, darling, yes, yes," she whined, "don't stop... that's just heavenly, darling... I never felt anything so good...."
Vaguely she remembered that even her husband, whom she'd considered a very good lover, had never done this to her. No man had even licked her clit, and yet it was the greatest thing she'd ever felt. She wondered how an innocent young boy like George would happen to know about such a thing. She didn't wonder long, however, she was having too much fun to waste time in thought.
Meanwhile George was preparing another surprise for her. He remembered the things Martha had liked best, and he did them to Agnes, too, wondering if her response would be the same. She certainly seemed to like having her clit licked, just as Martha did. Now he'd see how she felt about having a tongue thrust right up her cunt. Quickly he found the red hot bubbling mouth of her twat and rammed his tongue deep into it.
"EEEEEE," Agnes wailed.
He felt the scorching hot walls of her little cunt closing possessively around his stiff long tongue. He felt her cream boiling out around him. Her voice was hoarse with pleasure as he started to use his tongue in her like a cock, thrusting hard and fast and deep. He thought for a moment she was going to faint with pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, yes," Agnes cried, "yes, George, darling, put your tongue in meeee.... Oh, my God, that's GOOD She knew she was being lewd and wanton, but she just couldn't help it. Having her clit licked had been great enough, but she wasn't prepared for the dizzying powerful pleasure she felt when George suddenly thrust his tongue deep into her seething box. It felt so wonderful, she just couldn't help telling him so and begging for more.
George knew from her hoarse cries that he was being a resounding success. The red haired widow certainly wasn't being modest or ladylike any more. He had a feeling he could do damned near anything he wanted to with her now, but he really didn't want much. All he wanted was to get his rocks off, to enjoy that tight fiery wet little box of hers. He had his tongue deep in it now, but soon he hoped to have his cock there instead.
"Ooooooo," Agnes was moaning, "eeeeee...." She was having so much fun that he obliged by tongue fucking her awhile longer, but after that he just couldn't wait. He was getting so damned horny, he was about to shoot his load right into the air. After all, it was pretty hard not to get aroused by the sight of a lovely redhead with big tits going wild with pleasure while you ate her pussy.
George came up for air, and Agnes sighed loudly, her eyes rolling crazily, her red mouth twisted in a horny little grin. She was so aroused that her big breasts were swollen up taut and heavy, and the pretty pink nipples were hard and erect. Her whole crotch was soaked with her horny pussy juice. She was the most thoroughly aroused female George had ever seen.
"George, you wicked thing," she giggled, "where ever did you learn to give head like that?"
George didn't know much about women, but he sensed instinctively that she'd be jealous of Martha, so he just smiled and said, "I made it up. I thought you might enjoy it."
"Enjoy it? Oh, God," Agnes moaned, "it was wonderful.... But I've been selfish. Look at that hard-on you've got, poor baby. You must be just dying to get it on."
"As a matter-of-fact," George began.
But already she was squirming out of his embrace with a mischievous grin. She got up and walked over to the arm of the couch and lay across it, her ample but shapely ass sticking up in the air, her big heavy tits resting on the seat cushion. George's poor swollen dick wagged heavily as she assumed that lewd position.
She was blushing but grinning. "I've always wanted to try it this way," she said, "Like dogs.. . . "
"Fine by me," said George.
He really didn't care what position they did it in, as long as he got laid. His cock was swollen almost to bursting, painfully erect, and all he could think of was sinking it in that wonderfully snug, wet box of hers. He hurried over and stood behind her, seizing her hips to steady himself. He eyed the lush red line of her slit and saw her cunt mouth drooling steadily, impossible to miss a target like that.
"Hurry, hurry," Agnes whined. "Oh, hurry, George, darling, and put it in me. I want it so much...."
"Right," said George.
He certainly wasn't going to waste time with words. He thrust the big hard purple head of his cock against the wet little mouth of her cunt, stretching her pretty pink pussy lips wide. He pushed, and with a moan of excitement she opened her cunt as wide as she could to take him in. He felt his swollen cock being sheathed in fiery wet flesh.
And he did. Though he was so excited, he felt like he could come instantly, he managed to hold out and keep balling her, hard and deep and fast, till she'd come many times. He loved the way it felt when her fiery little cunt contracted hard around his dick in orgasm, the way she howled with delight whenever she came. It made him feel proud to give this beautiful older woman so much pleasure.
At last, however, even George couldn't hold out any more, and with a joyous whoop of pleasure he began to shoot his jism into her. Agnes whimpered with delight as it filled her womb and over flowed her cunt in a great steamy river. But when his prick finally shrank and slipped from her flooded box, she gave a sigh of disappointment. They'd been at it almost half an hour, but she was nowhere near satisfied. She had six man less months to make up for, after all.
"Lie down on the couch and rest for a moment, darling," she said, "and then we'll do it again."
George collapsed onto the couch and eyed his wet shriveled cock. "Gee, Agnes," he said, "I dunno... I mean, it could be quite awhile before I can get it up again."
Agnes laughed. "Don't be silly, darling," she said. "You'll be hard again in no time. I'll see to that."
George thought she was being overconfident, but a few moments later when he felt her greedy hot mouth closing around his cock, he decided she hadn't been exaggerating after all. She started sucking his limp dick fast and hard, and in a very short time intense feelings of pleasure rippled through his loins. Just a moment longer and he felt his cock getting hard again....
"See, silly?" she giggled. "I told you...."
Before he could rise off his back, the eager red haired widow jumped over him and straddled him and stuffed his big thick cock into her famished twat. She began to work her red hot pussy furiously up and down, riding the hard long pole of his dick, and George didn't have to do any work at all. He just lay back with a blissful smile and watched her come. And come. And come....
Finally he just had to get back to work, but as he dressed Agnes tearfully urged him to come back again soon. "I guess I'm hooked on you, George," she sighed, "but I just have to see you again. You will drop by again soon, won't you?"
"Of course," said George.
But privately he was beginning to wonder how he'd handle all the action. Martha had begged him to come back again, too, and tomorrow he had to make a delivery to Joan Kent. He couldn't spend all his time with these ladies, much as he'd like to. He was supposed to be out selling vacuum cleaners, after all. Suddenly it seemed like there just wasn't enough time in the day.
George knew one thing, though he was sure as hell going to TRY to fulfill all his obligations, both selling vacuum cleaners and taking care of lonely ladies. He'd just keep going and see how far his endurance would carry him....
CHAPTER SIX
George was just a little tired the next morning, but he figured that fucking for two days straight would probably have that effect. He would have liked a day's rest, but it was time to deliver the new vacuum cleaner to Joan Kent. He got hot and excited thinking of the beautiful spinster school teacher and he hoped he had the energy to take care of her.
His boss Gus Jones didn't like the way he looked when he reported for work that morning. In fact George's hair seemed to be all cowlicks, his glasses were crooked as usual, and his tie was on almost backwards. It was a miracle he'd remembered to zip his fly and tie his shoes.
"Kid," said Gus, "I don't know what you're doing out on the streets, but I think you're working too hard. Try to take it a little easier. Three sales in your first three days is just great, so quit pushing yourself, okay?"
"Yes, sir," George said wistfully, knowing he was going to have to push himself again that morning. That is, if Miss Joan Kent wanted to ball as long as she had the last time....
He got the new cleaner, loaded it in his faithful old VW Bug, and headed for Joan's house. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. Of all his recent conquests, Joan was the prettiest, and she intimidated him the most. Maybe it was because she was a schoolteacher, but George didn't feel much confidence around her. He wouldn't dare take the initiative with her. Yet he wanted her the most.. . .
He lugged the new machine up the walk and rang the doorbell. She certainly took her time about answering, and when she did open the door, she just stared at George for a long while. It was hard to read her face. What emotions was she trying to conceal shame, embarrassment, and boredom? George wasn't sure, except that she didn't exactly seem glad to see him.
"Oh, it's you, George," she said at last. "What do you want?"
George cleared his throat and said, "I have your new vacuum cleaner, Miss Kent."
"Oh, I'd forgotten," she said, frowning. "Well, bring it in, then."
That was the first glimpse he got of anything besides her face. She'd been hiding behind the door. He followed her into the house, unable to help gawking at her tall, slender yet curvy figure. She was wearing a blue cotton dress, prim and plain, but her huge pointed breasts threatened to burst the buttons.
"I'll just unpack the cleaner and see if it runs all right," George said.
Joan Kent just shrugged. Like Agnes, she seemed to have decided that their love making was a mistake, a shameful episode that she wanted to forget. She wouldn't meet George's eyes, and she just stood there tapping her foot impatiently while he demonstrated the new vacuum cleaner. George was thinking frantically, wondering how he could buy some more time and stay with her.
Fortunately his natural awkwardness bought him all the time he needed. As he was putting away the vacuum cleaner, he tripped over the cord and went sprawling across the living room. Joan gave a shriek, not so much for George as for her parakeet cage, which he knocked over. As he was coming out of his brief daze, he heard the bird give a happy chirp and escape the upset cage.
"Oh, DAMN," said Joan, "he's so hard to catch."
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry," said George, feeling like a complete ass. "Let me help you."
The parakeet flew close to the ceiling, so George and Joan had to keep jumping for it. George couldn't help staring longingly each time Joan jumped, for her great heavy breasts bounced enticingly. He suspected she wasn't wearing a bra again, that she never did wear one in the privacy of her home.
"Come on, Raymond, you little bastard," Joan called to the bird.
"Yeah, get down here, Raymond," said George, "or there'll be no birdseed."
The bird ignored both of them, except to shit on George's head. After cleaning himself off, George got back in the chase, which was becoming more and more frantic. He and Joan were racing around the living room, leaping from chair to chair, trying to catch the parakeet. Then suddenly he and the pretty brunette were colliding violently. They went sprawling to the carpet, George on top of Joan. "Oh, hell," she moaned.
"I'm so sorry," George said, moaning, too. "It's hard to believe one guy can be so clumsy, but I am. Are you hurt?"
"I don't know," said Joan. "I feel dizzy."
"Better rest for a minute," said George. "Here, let's get you more comfortable...."
He sat up and rested Joan's head in his lap. Her hair was thick and brown and glossy with health, falling to her shoulders. She certainly was a beautiful woman, especially considering that she must be forty. Her great pointed tits heaved under the tight blue dress, and George wished frantically that she'd make love to him.
"You look like you're having trouble breathing," he said. "I better loosen your clothes."
Joan seemed dazed and didn't answer. George, praying she wouldn't get angry, started to unbutton the front of her dress. In just a moment he saw that his hunch was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. Oh, Christ, just those big melon shaped jugs with their large cone like nipples.. . .
He unbuttoned the dress all the way down to her waist and then slipped it off her shoulders. Naked from the waist up, she presented quite a spectacle, almost all tit. Her breasts were just as big as Martha's, the size of small watermelons, but somehow more delicate, the nipples the color of coffee and cream, the skin of her tits creamy and flawless.
Her tits were perfectly firm and pointed even when she lay on her back. George watched the gentle rise and fall of those creamy pale mountains, and he could hardly resist the urge to touch them. Somehow Joan got to him even more than his other two women. She wasn't going to have to suck his cock to get it hard, it was getting plenty hard already.
Yes, dammit, there it went....
He could feel himself getting a huge cock stand and with her head in his lap. She had to be able to feel it. George could see that she was blushing slightly, and she was still avoiding his eyes. Well, hell, his rude erection had given away his intentions. He might as well be bold, He slipped his eager sweaty hands under her big warm breasts and squeezed.
"Stop that," Joan gasped. "Take your hands off me."
George moaned but quickly took his hands away from her tits. Oh, damn it all, what was her problem? Last time he'd seen her, they'd made wild love on this very carpet, and she'd begged him to fuck her. Now she was acting like he was a sickie just for touching her. Well, she might want to play games, but he didn't. He just came right out and asked her about it.
"Okay, Joan," he said impatiently, "you wanta tell me what's eating you? I think it's only fair. After all, I came here expecting to get laid. You asked me to come back again, but now you're acting like I'm a stranger. What's wrong?"
Joan choked back a sob. "Oh, George, I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't take it out on you. It's just that after we, uh, made love, I realized how wrong it was. I'm old enough to be your mother, after all, and I hardly know you. I just can't let it happen again."
"Oh, wow, what a pile of crap," George sighed. He was remembering Agnes, who'd said the same thing, all that shit about her reputation and their ages and so on. He'd talked Agnes out of her foolishness without much trouble, but he knew Joan would be a different story. Her inhibitions were much stronger.
"What?" Joan said, looking at him for the first time. "What did you say, George?"
"I said, what a pile of crap," George answered. "You're really being silly, Joan. I mean if you wanta ball and I wanta ball, it's not hurting anybody. It's our business, and there's nothing wrong with it. Now, why don't you just forget all that bullshit and let me take off the rest of your clothes?"
This time Joan blushed scarlet. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that," she said, sitting up. "I'm a teacher, George, and I have a reputation to protect. I can't make love to every salesman who comes to the house."
"Why not?" said George with a wicked grin. "As long as the neighbors don't know, you're safe. And there's no reason they should know. What're they gonna do, look down the chimney?"
"Oh, George, please," she said, still blushing, "you know I couldn't live like that. I'm a respectable woman. It's very important that I don't do anything to jeopardize my career."
"Like fuck," George interrupted. "Yes, indeed, that would be pretty awful. Imagine having a normal sex life, oh, my goodness, how shocking."
Red in the face, Joan got up and glared at him. "That's enough, George," she said angrily. "You can tease all you want, but I've made up my mind. I'm going to do the moral thing, the right thing. Now I'll just pay you for that vacuum cleaner, and you can leave. There's no point in begging me, because...."
At that moment George saw something he'd always wanted to see. He saw someone else trip and fall. It seemed like he was the only clumsy dolt in the world sometimes, but now he actually saw another person being clumsy. Miss Joan Kent tripped over the vacuum cord and went sprawling. She fell over the arm of a big overstuffed chair and landed with her face in the seat and her wide shapely ass sticking up in the air.
Naturally George couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. He was on his feet and moving, more graceful than he'd thought possible, before Joan could even catch her breath. He hurried over to the chair, flipped her dress up over her waist, and pulled down her panties. He gawked hungrily at the pale white rounds of her firm shapely butt.
"GEORGE," she gasped, "just what do you think you're doing?"
"Just what it feels like," he said coolly. He could hardly believe his calm masterful behavior, but he figured it must be caused by violent horniness. He HAD to have this woman. "Lie still," he went on, "and I'll do something you'll really like."
"I certainly will not," the pretty teacher said indignantly. "How dare you?" You better let me up....
George was able to keep her bent over the chair arm by pushing down on her hips. She cursed and struggled, trying to get up, but for the time being he managed to hold her in her embarrassing position, her lovely naked ass sticking up practically in his face. As she kicked and struggled he got glimpses of her pretty pink pussy with its fringe of brown glossy curls.
But he had to do something quickly to make her stop struggling, because he wasn't that strong. Hell, she was almost as tall as he was. Besides, just watching her fight wasn't much fun. He wanted to get it on with her. So he had to convince her that it was a good idea.... There was only one way he knew to change her mind, the same way he'd changed Agnes' mind....
George dropped to his knees behind the struggling cursing schoolteacher and forced her clenched thighs apart. She gasped indignantly and tried to close her legs again, but not soon enough. George immediately thrust his flushed eager face into her crotch. Her pussy was dry and aroused, but he hoped to change that situation very soon. He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it around, seeking her cunt.
"George," she snapped, "stop that this minute. Just what the hell do you think you're doing? You've certainly got your nerve. I won't have it, do you hear? I won't permit OHHHHHHH"
Her lecture changed to a moan of sharp and unexpected pleasure as George found her cunt and stuck his tongue deep into the tight little passage.
Up to now, Joan Kent managed to stick to her resolve not to feel anything for George. She'd vowed not to get horny for him or any other man, ever again. It was just too risky, and shameful for a spinster schoolteacher.
But when she suddenly felt that slick hot long tongue snaking into her box, she lost control of herself. She forgot all her vows to give up sex. My God, it felt great.. . Years of sexual starvation made her react violently and hungrily at the least stimulus to her pussy. George's probing lapping tongue in her tight hungry twat was just too delicious to ignore.
"George," she gasped at last, "George, stop that.. . Ohhhhh, my God, you've got to st-stop... Ahhhhhh, please, please... Not right.. . . "
George paid no attention to her pleas, because her pussy was giving him an entirely different message. While she begged him to stop licking her cunt, her pussy was growing red hot with arousal and swelling up taut, just like his cock got erect when he was horny. He wiggled his slick red tongue deep, deep into her cunt and tickled her inside, and she responded with a loud gasp and a flood of hot cunt juice that almost drowned him. "Nooooo," Joan wailed, "oh, no, no, please.. .George, don't make me do this.. . . "
George chuckled to himself. It was going to be the same as with Agnes, he suspected, initial hesitation quickly overcome by violent lust. All he had to do was keep stimulating her ready hot pussy till she was so horny that she forgot everything else. He thrust his tongue harder and faster in her cream filled box, imitating the movements of a hard lusty cock.
"Ahhhhhh," Joan moaned, "AHHHHH Slowly she felt herself giving in, succumbing to the dizzying pleasure of his wicked tongue fucking. It felt so good, and she needed it so much, she just couldn't think right now about her reputation or about being a "nice" girl. All she wanted was that wonderful thick wet tongue snaking in and out of her famished twat.. . .
Gradually she let the tension go out of her legs, let her silky thighs fall wider and wider open. She felt her breasts stiffen up with arousal, the nipples going erect and rigid. Her body began to flush a mottled pink, evidence of hot arousal. But the most sure sign was the helpless creaming of her cunt. Already she'd made a steamy puddle on the arm of the chair.
She thought about the spectacle she must be presenting, a middle aged woman naked except for the dress rumpled around her waist, a wanton middle aged spinster with her ass sticking up in the air, howling with pleasure and clawing the chair while a teenage kid licked her cunt. Hardly a dignified or respectable image.... Joan blushed hotly and felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. She MUST stop this lewd scene....
"NO," she wailed, finally breaking loose. George was taken by surprise, and as she wriggled out from under him, he was left crouching there with his tongue sticking out. He'd been so sure she'd given in. After all, her hot sticky cream was all over his face, and she'd been moaning her pleasure. Dammit all, what had changed her mind? Well, he didn't have time to wonder about it.
She was fleeing down the hall, and he had to catch her before she locked herself in her room. He was damned if he was going to be cheated out of a fuck. His cock was so hard and swollen, he just wasn't going to survive unless he got some relief. He leaped to his feet and went racing after the tall brunette.
Joan just had her hand on the bedroom door when George tackled her. He grabbed her around the waist, and they fell, knocking open the door and tumbling into her room. Joan squealed and broke loose, and George seized her dress. It came off in his hands, leaving her naked except for her panties. He tore off the panties, too, much to his surprise, and hers. Christ, he must be horny to do a thing like that.
"Joan," he panted, "let's cut the crap and go to bed. You know we both need it."
"No," she sobbed, "I won't. I promised myself I'd never do it again, not unless I get married. It's just not right, George."
"Oh, hell," George sighed. Words weren't going to have any effect on this woman. She'd talked herself into the silly notion that sex is evil, and the only way to change her mind was to show her how much fun it could be, so much fun that she wouldn't care if it was "evil" or not. He sprang at her and got hold of her again.
"GEORGE," she yelped, "you stop that. Let me go."
No use the frantically horny kid wasn't taking no for an answer. At this point wild horses couldn't have stopped him from getting his rocks off. With superhuman strength he rolled the tall brunette over onto her back, jumped over, and straddled her. He was still fully dressed, but Joan was stark naked, her great creamy jugs bouncing furiously as she wrestled with him in vain.
"Let me go," she sobbed. "Please, George...."
"I'll let you go," he said, panting to catch his breath, "but first you have to do something for me. Just a simple little thing, it won't take a minute."
"All right," she said, "what is it?"
"Unzip my fly and take my cock out," said George.
Joan turned bright red and stared at him. "What?" she said.
"You heard," said George. "Go ahead, do it if you want me to let you up."
Joan had heard, all right, but she didn't want to do it because she didn't trust herself. She was so afraid that once she saw that gorgeous young dick of his, once she touched it, she wouldn't be able to resist him. Just one glimpse of that gorgeous stiff cock and she would remember all too well how much fun it had been to ball him. But apparently she had no choice!
Sobbing, Joan reached for his fly.
"That's right," George said with a sigh of relief. "Just take your time...."
With trembling fingers the pretty schoolteacher unzipped his fly and exposed the thick pale stalk of his erect cock. George was banking on the hope that her lust would carry her away, that the sight and touch of his cock would turn her on. He waited, hardly breathing, to see what her reaction would be. For a long moment she just stared into his fly at the shadowed pole of his big hard-on.
"Take it out, Joan," George said hoarsely.
He was so excited, so horny, by now that he could hardly talk. But his relief all depended on this stubborn spinster. He waited nervously to see what she'd do. At last, with a sob of surrender, she reached inside his pants and seized the rigid pole of his prick. She brought the stiff standing cock out into daylight, touching it gingerly. It snapped up to point at the ceiling, and she let go of it like it was a poisonous snake.
"All right, damn you," she said, "I did what you asked. Now let me go."
"Uh uh," George grinned. "I don't play fair. Now I want you to do something else. Lick the head of my cock."
Her eyes widened hugely. "No," she cried, "I won't do it. It's not fair and no decent woman would do that."
"Too bad, then," said George. "I guess we'll just sit here."
They stayed that way for about two minutes, and then she moaned with impatience, seized his big pale rigid cock, and brought the knobby head down to her lips. She stuck out her little pink tongue and started licking. George gasped with pleasure. His tasty cock juice started to flow onto her lapping tongue. She gave a soft little moan as she tasted it.
Joan had never licked a cock before, never used her mouth on one. Of course she hadn't had many chances but she'd always considered the practice evil and dirty. Now that she was actually licking and tasting a cock, she was changing her mind in a hurry. She loved the sensation of licking that hot silky meat, and she loved the taste of his cream.... George saw that she wasn't exactly revolted, and he waited breathlessly for a moment to see if she'd go on licking his big purple cock head. She did, and her licking got faster and more enthusiastic. She seemed to enjoy the taste of his bubbling cock juice. She lapped up his cream as fast as it oozed out and swallowed it with a greedy little gurgle.
"That's great, Joan," George sighed. "Now suck on it, okay? Take my cock in your mouth. Just for a little bit, please?"
Joan reddened but obeyed. She was sure that only bad women did this, that only whores sucked cock but she just couldn't resist discovering what it was like. She popped the huge hard head of his prick between her lips and sucked it in as far as she could. Immediately she got very excited. She knew she was going to love sucking cock.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great, Joan," George moaned as the pretty teacher began to suck his meat loudly and greedily. "Oh, wow, YEAH George grinned blissfully. He'd never have guessed that the repressed and proper old maid schoolteacher would get off on sucking cock, but as a matter-of-fact Joan was already doing better than Martha or Agnes. She seemed to have a natural talent for it, and there was no doubt at all that she enjoyed what she was doing. George could feel her saliva boiling around his dick, the scorching heat of her mouth, and the greedy powerful pressure of her eager sucking.
"Urnmmm," she moaned, "UMMM"
Joan was amazed at herself. She'd never dreamed she'd ever be doing anything so wicked as taking a cock in her mouth and sucking on it, but there she was, not only giving a blow job but loving it. She couldn't get enough of the kid's tasty cock juice, and she loved having that fat hot prick on her tongue. She could have gone on blowing him for hours.. . .
"Joan," George was gasping, "hey, baby, that feels terrific, but if you don't quit, I'll come in your mouth... hey, Joan, you better stop!"
Joan thought about him coming in her mouth, blasting her with a huge load of hot jism, and she just kept on sucking.
"Joan, hey, oh, wow," George was panting, "I'm telling you, I'll shoot my load in your mouth, honest.. . Ohhhhh, my gosh, I just can't hold out.. . AWWWWWWWWW!"
He couldn't hold back the thunderous orgasm that swept over him, and with a howl of pleasure he began to shoot his load down her throat, jet after jet of hot salty come. Joan moaned ravenously and swallowed it all as fast as he shot it. Far from being repulsed, she loved it. She sucked his squirting dick till it was empty and soft.
"Oh, Jesus," George moaned, falling onto his back.
He felt drained and exhausted, and he just lay there limp on the carpet while the smiling brunette leaned over him and stripped off his clothes. He was hardly conscious of her undressing him, but he woke at last as she started dragging him toward the bed.. Bed? Oh, Christ, he'd just finished coming, and now she wanted more?
"Come on, George, darling," Joan purred, "let's get into bed."
George obeyed, flopping wearily and heavily onto the bed. But the tall brunette hadn't brought him there to sleep. She was crawling all over him, kissing and caressing him, trying to arouse him. Soon George heard the words which were becoming so familiar in his life: "George, darling, please fuck me again."
George sighed loudly. "Joan, I'd love to," he said, but I just came. You shouldn't have let me come in your mouth. It'll take a long time for me to get hard again."
"Oh, no, it won't," said Joan. "I have a plan!"
Her glossy brown head dipped into his lap. As he felt his limp prick being sucked into her scalding wet mouth, he decided it wouldn't take him so long to get hard after all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Darling," Joan whispered, "come again."
"Again?" George moaned. "Joan, we've already done it five times. I couldn't come again if you paid me to."
Joan giggled. "No, silly," she said, "that isn't what I meant. I meant come to see me again, soon.
You will, won't you, George? Please.. . . "
George looked at the beautiful naked brunette with the enormous creamy white breasts. Of course he was going to come see her again. No way could j he pass up a temptation like that. The only j problem was, he'd promised Martha Reed and Agnes Hunt that he'd come and see them again, j too, and on top of that he was supposed to be out selling vacuum cleaners. How was he going to manage all that?
"Sure, I'll be back," he sighed.
Five hours after he'd entered Joan Kent's house, he staggered out again, climbed into his car and drove back to the office to pick up his sample case, which he'd forgotten. He'd lost count of how many times he'd balled the beautiful school teacher, but he was so exhausted he could hardly walk. When he entered the office, Gus stared at him.
"Kid," he said, "you better tell me what the hell's going on. You can't look that bushed just from selling vacuum cleaners. Are you sick or something?"
"No," George sighed, "but maybe I have been working too hard, Gus. If I could take the rest of the day off"
"Sure, kid, you do that," said Gus. "I don't want any of my salesmen collapsing. You go home and get some rest."
George drove to his apartment, stripped and took a long hot shower. Afterwards he examined his cock to make sure it wasn't wearing out. He'd done so much balling in the last few days, he had lots of fears about that. No, his cock was the same size as before, but it did look red and bruised.
"Christ," George sighed, "maybe I'm overdoing it."
It was ironic to think that he might be fucking too much. Only two weeks ago he'd been a frantically horny virgin, afraid he'd never get laid in his whole life. Now he had more women than he could handle. But there was no question in his mind about which state of affairs was better.
Yes, indeed, better to die balling than die a virgin, he was convinced of that. Fucking had turned out to be every bit as much fun as he'd imagined, and even more so. It was just that he couldn't spend his whole day balling Martha, Agnes and Joan. Not only did he have to make a living, he had to get some rest. George had to face the fact that he'd bitten off more than he could chew. But what was he going to do about it?
All three women would gladly have taken him to bed every day. He wasn't up to that, having neither the time nor the energy. Perhaps he should give up one of them, but who? Martha, Agnes or Joan? It was an impossible choice. But he couldn't think of any other solution. Maybe the women could think of something, but they didn't know about each other, and he was sure they wouldn't be too pleased to find out. On the other hand, what else could he do?
That was it. Crazy as it seemed, George decided the only thing to do was tell his three lovers the truth, and let them decide what to do about it. He just didn't have enough experience himself to know how to handle the situation. Sighing, he got out the telephone book and started to look up numbers.
First he called Martha and invited her over to his place on Saturday night. Before he could explain what he wanted, she'd cooed into the phone, "Why, darling, that sounds delightful. A change of scene, yes? You naughty thing! I'll be sure to be there."
And then she hung up. It was the same with Agnes and Joan, they both assumed that he was planning a private party just for the two of them. He lost his nerve and didn't tell them that the other women would be there, too. He might as well wait and let the shit hit the fan all at once.
On Saturday night at seven o'clock George was bathed and dressed in his best suit and had laid out all the ingredients for drinks. The apartment was spotlessly clean, and soft music was playing on the stereo. He'd turned the lights down to a pleasing seductive glow, and he was burning incense.
He knew it wasn't going to do him a damned bit of good.
When the doorbell rang the first time, he began to sweat. He answered it, and it was Agnes, looking gorgeous in a long green dress that set off her flame colored hair. She was wearing some kind of expensive cologne that smelted like gardenias and made him instantly horny. When he opened the door, she gave a squeal Of delight and threw herself into his arms. George's immediate impulse was to throw her onto the rug and ball her, but unfortunately that wasn't possible. He had other guests coming "George, darling, what a sexy apartment," Agnes cooed.
"Uh, thank you," said George, taking her coat. "Would you like a drink, Agnes?"
"I don't need a drink, darling," she purred, rubbing suggestively against him. "All I need is you."
George was just wondering how to reply to that remark, when the doorbell rang again.
"Oh, damn," said Agnes. "Who could that be? Get rid of them in a hurry, George."
George swallowed hard and opened the door. It was Joan, who had gone to special pains to dress up for this evening. She was wearing a long red clinging dress that beautifully outlined her tall shapely figure and showed her ripe deep cleavage. When George opened the door she gave him a shy smile and stepped toward him.
"I'm so glad you called," she began.
Then she and Agnes saw each other. They stared and glared.
"Uh, Agnes, this is Joan," George said lamely.
"So what's she doing here?" said Agnes. "And what's she to you?"
"I could ask the same questions," Joan said angrily.
"I can explain everything," George said and then the doorbell rang again. One thing he could say for these ladies, they certainly were punctual.
He opened the door and looked at Martha, who was wearing a bright pink pants and sweater outfit that was almost scandalous in its tightness. She winked at him, knowing he was digging the clinging fit of the costume over her ample round butt and her big bouncing jugs. She walked confidently into the apartment then stopped and stared at the other two women.
"What the HELL is going on?" said Martha.
"That's what I'd like to know," Agnes snapped.
"George," Joan wailed, "I don't understand."
"Uh, Martha," George babbled, "this is Joan, and this is Agnes. I can explain everything. If you'll all just sit down.
He wanted to drop right through the floor. He wished he'd never gotten the insane idea of inviting them all here together and explaining the situation. Somehow he would have managed. But it was too late now to change things. They were all waiting and wondering. George sighed loudly, cleared his throat, and began.
"Well," he stammered, "the thing is, I guess I sort of got involved with all of you. Selling vacuum cleaners, I mean. And now I haven't got enough time to sell vacuum cleaners and see all of you. What I'm trying to say is.. . . "
But that was as far as he got. As the meaning of his words sank in, the three women gawked at each other, then gawked at George, and finally all began to scream at once. It was a horrible racket.
"George, you bastard," Martha yelled, "how could you do this to me? I thought I was the only one."
"You rat," Agnes howled, "you should have told me. What a terrible thing to do."
"Oh, I'm so ashamed," Joan sobbed. "George, how could you do such a thing? Wasn't one woman enough for you, you fink?"
Again George prayed for a hole to open up in the floor and swallow him. He felt like a rat. His three beautiful ladies were crying, and it was his fault. But what else could he have done? It was right to tell the truth, wasn't it? And he couldn't possibly have gone on making love to them all, not while he had to earn a living.
"I'm sorry," he said lamely, "I guess I was too greedy. You see, before this week I'd never had a woman so when I got the chance with all of you, I just couldn't resist. But now it's more than I can handle. There just aren't that many hours in the day."
The three women stopped crying and looked at each other. Their choice was clear, lose George entirely or find some way to share him, some way he could be a lover to all three of them. They began to think hard.
Martha Reed, the buxom blonde divorcee, thought about the lonely months since her divorce and of how hard it had been to find a lover to appease her powerful lust. The only available men she knew were practically senile. Hell, no, she didn't want to lose George and that superb young cock of his.
Agnes Hunt, the red haired widow, thought about how much she had missed her husband's fucking till George came into her life. Those men less months had been terrible. She didn't know how to find another man, at least not one who was good in bed. She'd just hate not seeing George any more.
Joan Kent, the tall dark haired spinster, thought about the lonely years she'd spent without a lover, the endless nights when she'd been forced to bring herself off with her own hand in order to appease her terrible lust. But that wasn't the real thing. It wasn't like having a man, and she wanted a man. George was the only male she'd been able to get into her bed in ten years. It would be awful to lose him.
"Ladies," Joan said to Agnes and Martha, "maybe we can work something out."
"I hope so," said Agnes, "but what?"
"I been thinking about that," said Martha. "Now it just seems to me that a healthy young guy like George shouldn't have any problem taking care of three women. What's the matter, George, honey, you need vitamins?"
George blushed hotly. "It's not a matter of strength, Martha," he said. "It's a matter of time. I'm supposed to work all day so I can't keep driving from your place to Agnes' and then to Joan's. I just don't have that much time."
"I see," said Joan. "Then how would it be if we all came here?"
"All three of us at once?" Martha added. "That would save you the most time."
George looked very doubtful. "Well, maybe it is a matter of energy, too," he said, hanging his head. "I mean, I really doubt if I could f I mean, make love to three women in a row."
Martha, Agnes and Joan glanced at each other. Although they weren't telling any secrets, they were all thinking of how George had stayed at their places for hours, fucking them again and again, till they lost track of their places for hours, fucking them again and again, till they lost track of their orgasms. Surely a super young stud like that could satisfy three partners in a row?
"Well, there's only one way to know for sure, honey," said Martha, voicing what was on all their minds.
Each woman had come to the apartment that night expecting to get laid and laid well. Each one was achingly horny. It wasn't surprising that all three should be thinking about sex just then and specifically thinking about George's giant young cock and putting it to the test.
George was looking bewildered, not understanding what was going on. Once he'd made his shameful confession, he'd expected the ladies to get mad and walk out. Instead they were hanging around, looking intently at him, like they wanted something. Then Martha had said something about only one way to know for sure and Agnes and Joan had nodded hard in agreement.
"To know what?" said George.
Martha sidled up to him and rubbed against him. Her voice was a husky purr. "Why, to know if you can fuck three women in a row, darling," she said. "Now, how else can we find that out unless we give it a try, right now?"
George laughed in disbelief. "Oh, wow, don't be ridiculous," he said. "No way can I take care of three women in a row. You all better find yourselves other men."
But that was just what they couldn't do, what they hadn't been able to do for month after lonely month. George was the best lay any of them could find and the only lay. That lanky, awkward kid in glasses was very, very important to them. They thought of his magnificent nine inch dick, and they all started moving toward him.
"Hey, I'm not kidding," George said, starting to back away. "Honest, I just can't do it. I'm not Superman."
"Oh, you can do it, George," Joan said soothingly. "We just know you can."
"Yes, George," Agnes coaxed, "you can do it. If anybody can, it's you."
"See, we all have confidence in you," Martha said. "Come on, George, at least give it a try."
In fact George was awfully tempted to give it a try. Fucking three gorgeous older women one after the other man, what a hit that would be. But what if he failed? What if he tired out before he satisfied them all? They'd be angry and disappointed, and he didn't want that. The risk was great "Aw, come on, girls," he said, laughing feebly, "you know I can't. Like I said, you better find other guys."
By now they were backing him down the hall toward his bedroom. They kept coming, and George backed through the door. The sight of the bed seemed to do something to the women, because suddenly they were all over him, pawing him, caressing him, and dragging him toward the bed. George realized he was being raped if that was possible.
"Oh, wow," he said, "I hope I don't disappoint anybody."
"You won't, honey," said Martha. "We know our George."
So George just let himself be carried along. After all, what man in his right mind was going to fight three pretty lusty women who demanded that he ball them? He let them drag him over onto the bed and take his clothes off. He was still pretty nervous, though, so he didn't have a cock stand and the three ladies looked with great sadness at his stubby little flaccid cock.
"Gotta do something about that," said Martha. "Who's gonna be first, anyhow?"
"Let's flip for it," said Joan. "That's only fair."
So they flipped for it, and Agnes won. While George watched with growing lust, the lovely red-haired widow quickly stripped naked and crawled onto the bed beside him, her round pale tits jiggling deliciously. The other two women couldn't just stand by idly, though, so they also took off their clothes and climbed onto the bed to caress and kiss the gawking boy.
As Martha and Joan started sticking their tongues in his ears and Agnes reached for his cock, George moaned, "Oh, man, I don't believe this!"
Agnes took his limp pale prick in her fist and started pumping it gently but swiftly, doing her best to get him up. George sighed happily to feel her little soft warm hand around his meat but he didn't just lie there. There were too many interesting things to do. He reached out, fumbled around, and found two warm slick pussies to fondle Martha's and Joan's.
"Ummmm, yes, dear, touch me there," Joan sighed.
"Hey, that's more like it," Martha moaned. "Yeah, honey, play with me...."
Meanwhile Agnes was getting impatient with just pumping George's cock. It didn't seem to be having any effect, and she knew there were much more exciting ways of getting him hard. Her heart pounding at her own wanton behavior, she slid farther down the bed till her face was even with George's crotch. She eyed the drowsy pale worm of his prick lying useless in the brown furry nest of his bush. His young balls were flaccid, too, rosy and limp between his thighs.
Agnes felt saliva pooling in her mouth. It wasn't enough just to look at that superb young cock and balls she wanted to lick and tongue and taste, Too, With a horny moan she jammed her flushed face against the kid's lower belly. She stuck out her slick pink tongue and pressed the tip against his rosy limp nut sacs. She began to lick hungrily, furiously, making his loose wrinkled balls flop and fly.
"Oh, WOW," George yelped.
Nobody had ever done that to him before. Having his balls licked by her hot wet little tongue was a real turn on. Sharp ripples of pleasure melted his loins, and he let his long bony legs go farther apart, giving Agnes more room to work. Meanwhile he was still toying with those two pussies, playing and exploring. Scalding cunt juice soaked both his hands.
"Frig my clit, baby," Martha was whining.
"Oh, George, darling, stick your finger in my cunt," Joan moaned.
George did his best to comply with these requests, but it was hard when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and dig having Agnes lick his balls. Her wicked little tongue seemed to get hotter and wetter by the second, her hungry licking faster and faster. With a broad horny grin on his face, George went on frigging his other two ladies.
"Oh, Christ, Agnes," he sighed, "I like that.. . Don't stop"
Martha's flaming hot snatch seemed to nip at his fingers as he searched around for her clit. He wriggled a finger between the fat furry lips of her cunt and found the red hot button it was already erect, soaked, and throbbing with horny life. When he touched her clit with the tip of his finger and started rubbing, Martha almost rose off the floor.
"OOOOOO, YEAH," the big blonde yelled.
He kept on rubbing her wet scalding clit while he searched around in Joan's steamy soaked gash. He didn't have too much trouble finding the mouth of her cunt, it was drooling a steady thick stream of hot juice. George stiffened his middle finger and thrust it deep into Joan's seething slick box. He felt the fiery wet walls of her cunt closing hungrily around his finger, and she gave a hoarse wail of pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, yesss," Joan whined, "yes, dear, keep your finger in my cunt.. . deep, George, deep!"
That was all he had to do, too, just keep his finger lodged deep in her flooded little hole, and Joan did the rest working her famished pussy furiously up and down on the stiff impalement of his finger, frigging herself eagerly. George felt her cream gushing out to wet his hand.
Meanwhile Agnes was still hungrily licking his balls, pressing her hot face closer and closer against the swelling pink sacs. Then suddenly she was kissing them and then sucking them. George gave a howl of surprise and pleasure. Agnes actually sucked his limp left nut right into her mouth, sucked on it fast and greedily.
"AWWWWWW," George moaned.
He felt his nut swelling up big and fat in her mouth. Then his right one swelled up, too. Finally his cock heaved violently into erection, going long and stiff and fat. Agnes felt it, and she released his spit soaked nut sac and stared hungrily at his newly stiff cock.
Martha and Joan were looking at it, too. All three women looked longingly at the kid's superb nine inch cock. It was the biggest and fattest and longest prick any of them had ever seen. It had already given each of them wild pleasure. They all wanted it again desperately.
"Oh, Christ," Martha sighed, "ain't it a beauty?"
"It certainly is," Joan moaned. "Please, Agnes, hurry with it so we can have out turn."
"I'll do my best," Agnes said hoarsely.
The flush faced redhead crawled up to straddle George's belly. He was still busily frigging his other two partners, kneading Martha's hot hard little clit and working his middle digit keep in Joan's flooded box, but he almost forgot about that as he watched Agnes. Moaning, her eyes rolling crazily, she positioned herself right over his big erect lewdly wagging cock.
Agnes seized his stiff thick prick with trembling hand and brought the great knobby head up to touch the dripping scalding mouth of her cunt. She wedged the fat hard cock head into her little hole and slowly let herself down on it. As the giant prick slowly penetrated her flaming hot hungry box, she moaned louder and louder.
"Oooooo" Agnes wailed, "OOOOOOO... My God, YES.. . . "
Martha and Joan were sighing enviously as they watched the red haired widow taking George's superb big dick into her cunt. George wasn't thinking of much except the superb fit, the hot silky walls of her box around his swollen meat. At last he was all the way into her, butting her womb, his balls resting against her wet snatch.
"Fuck me, George," Agnes panted, "oh, please.. . Do it to me hard, darling.. . HURRY Being a gentleman, George obeyed. Blissfully he started to work his achingly stiff prick in Agnes' wonderfully slick clinging cunt. That was all he thought about for the next five minutes, though he was vaguely aware of kneading Martha's clit in an automatic way and vaguely aware that Joan was riding his finger with her pussy. All he really cared about now was coming....
"Ahhhhhh, God, yes, yesss, YESSSS," Agnes wailed as she rode the delicious fat impalement of George's huge cock.
Her eyes rolled wildly, and her pretty face was twisted in an almost obscene leer of pleasure. Her white teeth flashed and her red hair bounced as George fucked her hard like she wanted. She straddled him and took blow after savage blow of his eager young prick. It looked like a brutally hard fuck, but she loved every second of it.
"Ahhhhh, God, it's so GOOD," Agnes whined.
"I'll bet," Martha sighed enviously. "Hey, hurry it up, will you? We wanta get balled, too."
"Yes, please hurry," Joan whimpered. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."
George and Agnes hardly even heard them. They just kept fucking hotly away. Presently Agnes began to come, a whole series of hot howling climaxes that made her fiery little twat grip George's cock tighter and tighter. That made it very tough for him to hold out, and at last he couldn't hold out at all. He gave a blissful yelp and pumped his steamy jism into her nipping cunt.
As George's limp dick finally slipped from her satisfied box, Agnes gave a blissful sigh and rolled off him. She was hardly gone from his side before Joan, who'd won a second toss, took her place. The beautiful brunette schoolteacher crouched between George's skinny pale thighs and breathed hotly onto his cock, which was wet with Agnes' cream and utterly limp and exhausted.
"Just tell me what you want, darling," Joan panted. "Tell me what will make you hard again, fast. A nice blow job....? "
George was quite sure he'd died and gone to heaven. Real life just couldn't be this good. To finish fucking one sexy older woman and then have another beg to suck your cock well, no one would believe him if he told about it. And as if that weren't enough, there was yet a third woman waiting eagerly for him to ball her.
No, it couldn't be happening...
"Did he faint?" said Agnes.
"He's not answering," said Martha. "Hey, George, you okay?"
"Oh, no," Joan moaned. "Not NOW"
It certainly looked as if George had fainted. He just lay limp with his eyes closed, a funny little smile playing over his face. But when the frantic women called to him, he blinked and looked up. Jesus, it wasn't a dream after all. He really did have three naked women in his bed wanting to get it on with him.
"I'm okay," he said.
"I can think of one big improvement," said Joan, eying his poor limp prick.
Then suddenly George was rising right off the bed with the biggest blast of pleasure he'd ever felt in his life. Demure and shy Joan, the spinster schoolteacher, had abruptly swallowed his cock. He felt it deliciously pressed by her strong slick throat muscles, greedily gobbled and sucked.
"AWWWWWW," George wailed.
He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in the intensity of his pleasure. Martha was still humping herself on his hand, rubbing her streaming red hot slit back and forth, but George forgot about her. He forgot the happy and satisfied Agnes, who was lying nearby on the bed. He was aware only of Joan's slick throat working his long limp meat deeper and deeper into her body.
"Oh, man, yeah," George whined, "eat my cock, baby... Oh, wow, that's great.. . . "
"Oh, shit, why did I have to be last?" Martha moaned.
Just rubbing her famished pussy on his hand wasn't enough any longer. Her cunt ached for stiff thick penetration. She seized George's hand, compressed it into a fist, and stuffed it into her flooded cunt. She was so horny, she had no trouble handling it, taking the whole fist into herself. With a hoarse moan she began to slam her twat up and down on the strange impalement.
George was aware that his left hand was wet and sticky, but he figured Martha could take care of herself. He was just too busy having fun with Joan, feeling his cock deep in her hot silky throat. He hadn't believed that after fucking Agnes hard for five minutes he could get another erection so soon, but, by God, he could feel his meat growing stiff and long.
"Yeah, Joan, yeah, you're getting me hard," he moaned.
Joan knew it as soon as he did, because she was choking on it. No way could she hold that enormous young dick in her throat. Reluctantly she let it go, and George's handsome nine incher popped from her mouth, dripping with her saliva, to point stiffly at the ceiling. The three women eyed it hungrily. Even Agnes, who'd just been thoroughly balled, licked her lips and gazed longingly at his fantastic young cock.
"Joan, take your turn fast," Martha moaned. "I'm gonna die if I don't get some of that stuff soon."
Joan nodded and licked her lips. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, offering George her pert round ass. The pretty teacher seemed especially fond of fucking dog style. George crawled eagerly over to her incidentally depriving poor horny Martha of his fist. The frustrated blonde moaned and began to frig herself as she watched him crawl behind Joan.
"Hurry, hurry," Joan was chanting, "hurry, fuck me, fuck me...."
"As fast as I can," George promised.
He knelt behind her, seized her hips to steady himself, and pushed the swollen purple head of his cock against the small wet mouth of her cunt. Her dainty pink pussy lips stretched and parted, and then he was sinking his pale blue veined cock into her. He felt the fiery slick walls of her cunt gripping his meat hungrily.
"EEEEEEEE," Joan wailed, "oh, yes, YES... Fuck meeee...."
"Oh, damn," Martha whined, "damn"
The horny blonde divorcee, who had to wait till the last, was rubbing her clit furiously, to no avail. She wanted what Joan was getting, dammit. She wanted that super young cock of George's. But after two women, two fucks, would she get it? Martha thought she'd die if he couldn't get hard again. She started thinking of ways to guarantee that he would.
Meanwhile George was sighing blissfully as he slowly worked his thick young cock all the way into Joan's seething wet tunnel. He'd just come with Agnes, but he was as horny and excited as ever. He finally felt the tender swollen head of his prick pushing against Joan's womb, his taut balls coming to rest against her wet gash.
"Do it to me," she whimpered, clawing the bed, "do it to me hard and fast, George... Oh, God, I want it so badly...."
"You an' me both," Martha sighed.
George dutifully did as the lady asked, slamming his powerful young cock savagely in and out of her tiny wet hole. He wondered how she could stand it so rough, but the pretty teacher obviously loved every second of it. She began to come almost immediately, and she kept coming as he balled her almost senseless. He was able to last a little longer this time. He fucked her perhaps ten minutes, till she was fully satisfied, before he shot his load.
"Ooooooo, yesss," Joan cooed as she took load after load of his steamy come.
George at last rolled off her, panting, exhausted, and satisfied. He knew balling for ten minutes had been a mistake. How in hell could he possibly get hard again for Martha? But it had been so damned much fun at the time, he hadn't thought about the consequences. With a loud sigh, he closed his eyes and panted, hoping Martha would understand and forgive.
She didn't. The big blonde crawled over to him and lay between his legs, just like the other women had done, and he felt her hot moist breath on his drained limp cock and balls. She was panting with excitement, obviously unbearably horny. George hated like hell to disappoint her, but he was through for the night.
"Martha," he said gently, "I'm really sorry, but I just know I can't get hard again, not for hours, anyhow. Save your effort. It won't do any good."
"Oh, I don't know about that, honey," she said slyly. "I got something in mind I bet you never felt before."
"But, Martha..." he began.
"You just lie back and relax, doll," she chuckled. "I got a feeling you're in for a big surprise."
George didn't agree. He was sure that if he just lay back and relaxed, the only thing he'd do was fall asleep. But she seemed so eager, he decided not to argue. He felt the tickle of her hair as she thrust her face into his crotch. He waited for her to start sucking his cock, but she didn't.
Instead she stuck her tongue right up his asshole.
"AWWWWW, CHRIST, YEAH," George yelled.
He hadn't dreamed such pleasure existed. Her slick hot tongue felt fantastically good snaking up his bum hole, probing and licking. He hadn't even known that his ass could have sexy sensations, but he sure knew it now. As Martha worked her wicked wet tongue deeper and deeper into his tight sensitive asshole, he felt his cock getting hard, harder than it had ever been before.
"OHHHHH, MAN," George moaned.
She'd surprised him, all right. Just about thirty seconds of her tongue in his asshole was enough to get him beautifully erect and ready again. Martha rose from his crotch grinning, and George grinned back. He eased her onto her back and climbed aboard, while the eager blonde opened her legs for him. He jammed his stiff meat hard into her cunt.
"Oh, yeah, honey, ball me," Martha sighed ecstatically. "Christ, I need this... ohhhh, YEAH "You know what, Joan?" said Agnes as they watched George fucking Martha. "I think we've been missing a bet. There's no reason why he can't make all three of us come at once."
She whispered something to Joan, and they both giggled. They started crawling toward George. The next thing he knew, Joan had worked a couple of his fingers up her box, and Agnes was squatting over his face. It didn't take him long to figure out what the ladies wanted. While he balled Martha, he frigged Joan and ate Agnes' pussy. That way everybody was happy!
George wasn't sure just how long the incredible orgy lasted. Somehow those women just kept getting him hard. At some point he finally passed out with exhaustion, and when he worked up he was alone. For a moment he wondered if it had all really happened, it seemed so incredible but his poor sore cock told him it was true.
Now he knew for sure that he couldn't go on like that.. . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
When George arrived at the office Monday morning, he was still exhausted from his Saturday night orgy with the three lusty older women. He was pale and had dark circles under his eyes, and he figured he must have lost five pounds just from balling. His boss, Gus Jones, looked at him with great concern.
"Things just don't seem to be going so well for you, kid," said Gus. "Not only do you look shitty, but I got three calls already this morning from broads who say their new cleaners don't work right. It's a Mrs. Reed, Mrs. Hunt and Miss Kent, they all want service calls today."
George moaned and sank into the nearest chair. "There's nothing wrong with their cleaners," he sighed.
"Well, how do you know that without looking?" said Gus. "You better get your repair kit together and get on over to those places. It's bad for business if we don't respond right away."
George shook his head wearily. "No, Gus," he said, "you don't understand. Those three ladies don't really need service calls, at least not that kind of service call. What they want is...."
He stopped, realizing that Gus would never believe him if he told the truth. Who would? It seemed laughable, incredible, that an awkward skinny kid in glasses should have attracted three voluptuous older women who could think of nothing but getting him into bed. Gus would never believe that these demands for service calls were just a trick to get George to fuck three lusty women. It all seemed unreal to George himself.
But Gus looked ready to listen. "Go ahead, kid," he said. "You were saying what these broads really want."
George reddened all the way down to his socks, but he decided to tell the truth. It might be good to share his incredible story with someone. Gus might even have some ideas that would help him. So he went ahead and spilled the whole thing. Gus listened with rapt attention to every word, but when George had finished, Gus slapped his knee and laughed uproariously.
"Kid," he chuckled, "you're a fantastic story teller. Christ, you even had me believing that stuff for a while. But we better get to work now."
"Gus," George said desperately, "it's all true, I swear it. Look, I can prove it to you. You just pick any of those three women, dial her number, and let me talk to her and you listen in. You'll see."
Gus laughed and shrugged. "Anything for a joke, huh, kid? Okay, I'll go along with it. Let's see, we'll call this Agnes Hunt. I happen to know she's very rich, no way she'd get involved with a kid selling vacuums. So here we go...."
He dialed Agnes' number, handed the phone to George, and got on an extension. Almost immediately Agnes' husky purring voice answered. George identified himself.
"George, darling," Agnes said anxiously, "when are you coming over? I already called your boss and told a little he to get you over here. Please, dear, I just have to see you.. . I I'm so horny I could scream, George. I NEED you...."
George mumbled some excuse about being delayed and hung up. Gus hung up, too, and stared at George. He stared and stared. At last he re lit his big brown cigar, which had gone out while he was gawking, and spoke to George in a new tone of respect, almost awe.
"Okay, kid," he said, "how'd you do it? I wanta know everything you did to make those broads go for you."
"I didn't do anything," said George. "I was just there. That's the whole thing, Gus, I figured it out. They're middle aged, lonely, and they want lovers, but they can't find anybody. They'll take the first decent guy who comes along, even me."
Gus looked doubtful. "Christ, I wish I could believe that," he said. "Ever since my divorce last year I been looking for some classy older broads to get it on with, but they don't seem to go for me. I ain't exactly Paul Newman."
That was true. Gus was short, swarthy, and had a big nose, and he smoked those enormous vile smelling cigars. His black hair was starting to thin and recede. A man could certainly be more attractive than Gus. On the other hand, he wasn't ancient, fat, or repulsive. He was at least as attractive as George, in his own way.
"Listen, Gus," said George, "I think you have a real good chance with these women. If you want, you could take over my service calls. I'll tell you just what to do."
Gus still looked doubtful. "Gee, kid," he said, "I dunno. I just can't believe they'd go for me. Besides, you don't wanta give away all that free stuff, do you? You must wanta keep at least one of 'em for yourself."
George shook his head wistfully. "I need a rest, Gus," he said. "When the time comes, I'm sure I can meet someone else. But those three women don't want a rest, they want attention NOW. So you'd be doing everybody a favor if you took those service calls."
Gus still looked very doubtful about the whole thing but he went. He took the vacuum repair kit and drove over to the first place on the list, the apartment of Martha Reed. He was so nervous that he just sat in the car for a few minutes trying to calm down. He still could hardly believe the kid's wild story.
Gus Jones was fifty, recently divorced, and still very powerfully interested in sex. He would have been happy to get laid every day of his life, but his wife had always been "too tired" and he couldn't seem to find anyone else. After months without a woman it was getting to be an acute problem. But the kind of thing that had happened to George was just fantasy to Gus. It COULDN'T be like that in real life....
Well, he was about to find out. He kept telling himself that he had nothing to lose, that all she could do was say no, or scream and call the cops, hit him over the head, faint, lost him his job, any number of delightful things. But he was horny enough to take a chance.
Gus rang Martha's doorbell, and she answered it almost instantly. She must have been sitting right there waiting for the kid. Her face fell when she saw Gus. She was intensely disappointed, so disappointed that she could hardly hold back the tears. She just stared at him for a moment, unable to speak.
Gus, however, was far from disappointed. He gawked blissfully at the gorgeous stacked blonde in front of him, a woman his own height, an Amazon with long bleached hair, great legs, and fantastic tits. She was wearing a black lace gown that clung to her opulent figure, and each of her mammoth breasts looked as big as his head.
This one for me, thought Gus. I want, I WANT.. . .
But he couldn't just stand there and stare at her jugs. That wasn't cool. He had to have some excuse for talking to her, some reason for coming into the apartment. He knew she wasn't going to like it, not at first, but he had to explain that she wouldn't be seeing George any more that he'd taken the kid's place.
"Mrs. Reed?" he said, with his best and broadest grin.
"Yeah," the big blonde said listlessly. "Whaddya want?"
"I'm Gus Jones of the Whizzo Company," he said. "I've come to fix your new vacuum understand you have a problem with it."
Now he thought she'd cry for sure.
"Oh, but I wanted George," she said miserably. "Why can't I have George? He's the one who sold me the vacuum."
"George Wilson?" Gus said innocently. "Oh, sorry, but we've stopped sending George out on calls, at least for the next few months. He's exhausted. He just overdid it, that's all, and he's gotta rest. I'm sure you know how hard he worked."
He looked her right in the eye when he said it, but she wasn't giving anything away. She just blinked and said, "Oh, yeah, he was a real nice kid. Well, look, Mr. Jones, maybe that vacuum is okay after all. It's nothing major. I'll wait till George feels better, and he can look at it."
"Sorry, ma'am," said Gus, "but that would be against company policy. We give prompt service calls. Now let's just have a look at that pesky machine."
He brushed right by her and into the apartment. As he did so he couldn't help brushing against her ample hip and feeling the searing warmth of her big lush body. He felt a flare of excitement. Oh, Jesus, he hoped the kid wasn't putting him on. He hoped this big beautiful blonde really did want to get laid. HE sure as hell wanted to.
Martha, blushing and embarrassed, closed the door behind her and hurried after him into the apartment. "Listen," she said hurriedly, "it's really nothing, I tell you. Maybe I did something dumb like forget to plug it in. I don't mind waiting till George can come."
Gus was getting a little tired of hearing about that damned kid. He forced a big smile and said masterfully, "It's nothing, ma'am. Don't worry about it. I'll check the machine out, no problem. Where is it?"
"In the hall closet," said Martha.
She hurried down the hall. Gus watched her wide swaying hips hungrily. She was just the kind of woman he liked, but the kind he seldom got. He was a little guy who liked big girls, but most big girls didn't want little guys. He hoped she didn't share that prejudice. Nothing turned him on more than the tall buxom voluptuous type like Martha Reed.
"Let me help you," he said, rushing after her.
Martha opened the closet door, and they both stepped in at the same time, with the result that they got wedged together in the doorway. Gus was delighted to be squeezed tightly against her big soft body, to feel her throbbing warmth. She turned a little, trying to wedge loose, and her enormous left tit pressed his chest. Christ, he'd never encountered such huge boobs before. He wanted desperately to fondle it, but it was too soon.
"Oh, shit," said Martha, blushing hotly. "Sorry about this."
"I'm not," Gus sighed.
But by that time Martha had wiggled out of their private traffic jam and was pulling the new vacuum cleaner from the closet. Gus helped her, and they took it into the living room where he put it through a whole battery of tests. There was nothing wrong with it, of course. New he knew that Martha had wanted an entirely different kind of "service", just as George had said. Gus only hoped she'd let him provide it.. . .
"Ma'am," he said in his cool professional voice, "would you mind holding this screwdriver for me?"
"Oh, sure," said Martha.
She didn't have any idea what he was doing, didn't know that he knew she'd lied. She came over and held a screwdriver in place while Gus pretended to work on that part of the machine. She had to bend over, and he could see right down her dress, that was why he'd called her over.
"Just hold it. Fine," he said.
Oh, Christ, those jugs. Really, they were the biggest tits he'd ever seen, and he'd done a lot of looking. She wasn't wearing a bra under her black lace negligee, and when he glanced down the low cut neckline he could see nothing but a huge expanse of creamy white tit. He couldn't quite see her nipples, but he wasn't quibbling.
Suddenly the devil came over him, and he quickly loosened another little screw from the machine. He held it up as if to show Martha, then "accidentally" dropped it down the front of her gown.
"Eeeee," she squeaked. The screw was cold.
"Oh, Jesus, how clumsy of me," said Gus. "Here, I'll get it.. . . "
To his surprise, she held absolutely still while he reached down the front of her dress. Maybe he'd moved so fast she didn't have time to protest, but he slipped his hand between those two fantastic jugs, reached down, down, and felt his wrist squeezed by her tight cleavage. The moist space between her tits was scorching hot.
"You find it?" she said weakly.
"Naw," said Gus in a hoarse horny croak, "gotta keep looking."
He reached down, down, and at last, to his surprise, he actually did find the tiny screw lodged in her belly button. As he wriggled his finger into the hot tight hole, Martha gasped and started and the screw rolled out, lost again.
"Shit," said Gus.
"Sorry," said Martha. "I don't think it went far."
"We'll see," said Gus.
She was right, the tiny screw was caught in the waistband of her panties. Gus could easily have picked it up, but he contrived to fumble it so that it dropped down inside her panties, into the thicket of her cunt fur.
"Hell," he muttered. "My fault this time. Gotta reach just a little lower."
He was nervous about reaching inside her panties, so he glanced up to see her face. Her expression seemed glazed. Her eyes were hot and faraway, and the little pink tip of her tongue kept sweeping across her pink glossed lips. She was trembling slightly. She seemed almost hypnotized by his touch. As Gus started to ease his hand down inside her panties, her whole lust body grew very hot.
Gus was getting pretty hot himself. He was beginning to understand George's success now. This gorgeous blonde divorcee wouldn't ordinarily have done a thing like this, but she was lonely and horny, desperate for a man's touch. If she'd been well taken care of in the sack, she wouldn't be letting the vacuum repairman put his hand down her panties," that was for sure.
Gus slipped his hand carefully inside the silky garment and inched downward. Very soon he touched the first fine tickly hairs of her muff. She began to tremble even harder. He flattened his palm against her curly bush and pressed slowly inward, pretending to be looking for the screw, but taking his time, letting her think about it. He felt her cunt grow curiously hot and swollen under his pressing hand.
"You find it?" she sighed. "Nope, not yet," Gus croaked. "It musta fallen way down there...."
Praying her strange spell would last, he slipped his hand right down into her steamy crotch. He could feel the little screw, all right, resting right there on the crotch of her panties. She could easily feel it there, too. In fact she must have known it was there all the time. She WANTED him to touch her pussy. As the realization sank in, Gus felt his cock go hard as a rock.
Holy shit, the kid was right. This gorgeous blonde could be had, if he just played it right. George had suggested any silly game that would allow him to touch her, any excuse to save her modesty. Well, Gus had followed those instructions, and it was working. Martha stood still and submissive as he began to gently pet her scorching hot gash.
He felt the swollen lips of her cunt and the radiating heat of her slit as he gently moved his palm back and forth, back and forth, soothing and stimulating her. Almost instantly she began to cream. He felt the hot sticky juice pouring from her cunt into the palm of his hand. He pressed harder against her crotch, between the furred lips of her cunt, and rubbed the hot little dot of her clit.
"Oh, my God," Martha sighed. "Ohhhhh She wasn't playing games any more. She wasn't hiding that fact, that she wanted him to touch her pussy. Gus rubbed more briskly, stimulating her most sensitive parts, the fat wet lips of her twat and the fiery hot little lump of her clit. More hot steamy juice soaked his hand.
"Maybe if you lie down," he said huskily," I could find that screw better."
"Oh, sure," she sighed, "whatever you say." They both knew damned well where the screw was, right in the crotch of her panties, but they ignored it. Gus eased the big blonde divorcee down onto the thick, soft carpet. Her thick lashed eyes fluttered, and she sighed softly as he opened the front of her gown and peeled it back to uncover her big curvy pale body. He soon had her naked except for her tiny black lace bikini panties. He licked his lips she was like something right out of his fantasies.
Indeed, the resemblance was uncanny. She was like the big girl, the lusty blonde girl, he always fantasized ever since he was a teen ager. She had long shapely legs, a little firm waist, wide curved hips, but above all she had huge tits, great creamy white watermelons capped with large light brown cone shaped nipples. They were the boobs of all his horny daydreams. "Oh, Jesus," Gus sighed.
No more games. He couldn't spare the attention or the energy to go on with the pretense. He just wanted to touch her. He sank down beside her and slipped his hands up under her heavy hot breasts. They were far more than a handful, overflowing his palms, weighing down his hands. He caressed them hungrily.
Meanwhile Martha had stopped pretending, too. She was busily loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. Gus' heart pounded with excitement as he realized that George had told him the absolute truth. It was happening to him just like it had happened with George, the lusty blonde was seducing him!
Growing a lot bolder, he seized the waistband of her skimpy black panties and tugged the little garment down over her thick light brown muff. Martha blushed a little but said nothing as he skinned the panties down her long legs and off her feet. Now she was completely naked, and Gus just couldn't keep his hands off her. He played feverishly with her tits and pussy while she finished pulling his clothes off.
As she undressed him, Martha noted with satisfaction that for a man of fifty, Gus was in excellent shape, hard and lean and well muscled. He had a thick mat of black hairs on his chest, something that really turned her on, poor George's chest was hairless and bony and pale. But, alas, nobody could have a cock as big as George's, she was sure of that. In that respect she was certain to be disappointed with Gus.
But as she tugged off his jockey shorts, her disappointment was a lot less than she'd imagined.
This little guy had a dick almost as big as George's! Martha could barely contain her lusty grin when she stripped down his shorts and uncovered his swollen thick cock, a good eight inches of hard ready meat. Now she hardly missed George at all!
No sooner had she stripped off all his clothes than Gus, unable to contain himself, dived for her crotch. He pressed his face against her furry fragrant muff, stuck out his tongue, and wriggled through the thick curls to find the hot little lump of her clit. He began to tongue and tickle it furiously, making a news loud slurping noise.
Her long legs fell wide open, and her starved pussy swelled up hot and tight with arousal. Her cunt gushed a steady river of juice as Gus loudly licked and sucked on her tiny red joy button. This guy might not be as young as George, but he sure knew how to eat pussy. Martha lay back in blissful contentment, grinning lustily.
"Yeah, honey, suck my clit," she moaned. "I just love that. . . Ohhhhh, Christ, that's good!"
Gus was humming happily to himself even as he licked her clit, knowing he was going to get laid. Not only was he going to ball for the first time in weeks, but he was going to do it with the most attractive woman he'd ever made love to, a woman right out of his fantasies. She was creaming hotly into his face, telling him how much she enjoyed his love making.
"Ooooooo, that's so good," she whined. "Don't stop."
He MUST remember to give George a raise.
He sucked and licked her erect wet clit till she was almost coming, and then he moved even lower in her steamy crotch till he was rimming the squirting mouth of her cunt with the mobile tip of his tongue. He suddenly thrust his tongue deep into her red hot soaked twat, and Martha gave a loud screech of joy and creamed furiously around his probing tongue.
"AHHHHH," she wailed, "yeah, yeah, baby, stick your tongue in my cunt. . . Ahhhhh, YEAH She was all his now, his to do whatever he wanted with. He tongued deep in her steamy flooded cunt awhile longer, till she was almost fainting with pleasure, and then he quickly crawled between her cushiony thighs and wedged the thick purple head of his erect cock into the fiery mouth of her cunt.
Martha looked up at him with hot glazed eyes.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, "stick it in meee.. . . "
Gus moaned, too, as he thrust his swollen meat into a cunt for the first time in months. Martha was scalding hot inside, deliciously tight but slick. She squealed with pleasure when he started to ball her hard and deep and fast unlike his ex wife who showed all the pleasure and excitement of a frozen fish. Now THIS was living. Again he thanked George silently and reminded himself to give the kid more money.
"Fuck meeee," Martha whined, "oh, Jesus, yessss, yessss Gus had no objection at all to filling her request, and they balled happily and loudly for about twenty minutes before her fiery nipping box finally brought him off. She moaned joyfully as she took the sizzling load of his come. In fact he thought he'd never stop shooting. Martha Reed was the finest lay he'd ever had and he had George to thank for her.
At last they rolled apart, sighing and panting. Gus laughed and said, "Hey, I never did fix your vacuum cleaner."
"Oh, to hell with it," Martha giggled. "There's nothing wrong with it. At least not now. By tomorrow it could be all fucked up. If I had trouble with it soon, could you come and look at it, Gus?"
"Of course," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "I'd be delighted to look at your vacuum cleaner any time, Martha. Any time day or night.", "Now what's what I call service," she said with a happy sigh.
Gus got dressed and consulted the next address on his list of service calls. What he didn't notice was that Martha read the list over his shoulder. She gaily waved goodbye to him as he left, and as soon as he was gone, she raced for the phone and dialed Agnes Hunt's number.
"Hi," she said, "this is Martha. There's a guy on his way to your place...."
Meanwhile Gus was driving to the most expensive part of town where Agnes Hunt lived and feeling a little nervous. Seducing a down to earth average American girl like Martha was one thing but would a beautiful rich widow like Agnes really want to get it on with a vacuum cleaner repairman? It seemed doubtful but then he'd heard her on the phone with George, almost begging the kid to come fuck her. Maybe it was possible.
Gus parked in front of Agnes' house, got his tool kit, and went to the front door. He started to sweat. This was a very classy house, and he was about to meet a very classy lady. He couldn't believe she'd want anything to do with him. However, she had requested a service call, so he'd have to go through the motions. He rang the doorbell and waited nervously.
The door opened almost at once, and Agnes Hunt stood there, gorgeous and radiant in a green bathrobe that outlined her splendid body. "Hello there," she said.
Gus felt his cock go hard, and his heart sink. This fantastic creature couldn't possibly want him. "Good afternoon, ma'am," he said listlessly. "About your vacuum cleaner...."
"Oh, yes," said Agnes. "Here's the part that needs service She opened her robe wide, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it!
CHAPTER NINE
Late that afternoon Gus finally staggered back into the office, a lopsided grin on his face. George, who had taken over the paperwork for the day, watched his boss collapse into a chair.
"You believe me now?" said George.
"I believe you now," said Gus. "Jesus H. Christ, do I believe you. No wonder you were exhausted, kid. I don't know how you lasted as long as you did."
"But the ladies didn't turn you down?" George asked.
"Oh, no," Gus sighed, "not at all. I got dates with all of them. But I'm gonna play it smart and not overdo it, once a week for each of 'em, that's all they get. Take my advice and do the same, kid, when you start selling again. Don't promise more than you can handle."
George thought this was very good advice. He'd almost gotten into terrible trouble from seeing too many lovers too often. In the future he'd try to stick with just one woman, provided he was lucky enough to find another one. Sometimes he wondered if he'd really been so smart when he'd given away his harem to Gus. Maybe no woman would ever want him again.
He rested that week, staying in the office and letting Gus make the house calls, and then he went back to door to door selling. By then George was violently horny, like any red blooded teenage boy. It seemed incredible that he'd ever gotten exhausted from fucking, that he'd ever had too much sex. He was ready to take on every woman in the world. Now, if only he could find a woman who wanted him....
His first day was very disappointing. Most of the women he met were old enough to be his grandmother, or else they were so incredibly ugly that he couldn't bear the thought of balling them. He met only two attractive women, and they weren't turned on to him in the least. His only consolation was that he sold one vacuum cleaner.
By the middle of his second day back on the job, George was getting really worried. It looked like his success with Agnes, Joan and Martha had been a once in a lifetime thing and that he might never get laid again. The women just weren't going for him. He was getting nowhere near scoring.
But he was getting hornier by the second. Every time he saw a pretty woman, his cock seemed to get one degree stiffer, till by mid day it ached. He could almost have gone back and fucked the 300 pound housewife he'd met that morning who wanted him to stick around. He needed to get laid in the worst way.
He was working a lower income neighborhood, small houses but neat and decent. There were quite a few young housewives at home alone, but most of them were fat, sloppy, indifferent, or had their hair in rollers. George was particular enough to want a pretty woman or none at all. And, alas, the pretty ones didn't seem interested in him. They probably had handsome young husbands coming home from work.
Finally George knocked on the door of a small green and white house, and the girl of his dreams answered.
At first he thought it was just his imagination. If he'd been able to create a woman out of his fantasies, she would have been like this one, small, blonde, and stacked. This little lady was only about five four, but everything was in the right place, including a large firm pair of tits that stretched her tight pink t-shirt. She was wearing very short and tight matching shorts, and her golden hair was done in short tight curls.
She looked up at George, and he could feel his cock lurching into the final stage of stiffness, a stage of horniness so acute that it was almost pain. He wanted this doll like little lady so badly.... She was chewing gum, which he ordinarily didn't like, but on her it looked cute. Everything about her looked cute.
"Yeah?" she said. "Whaddya want?"
George was a little disappointed. He'd expected a cultured voice. But he gave her a big smile and launched into his speech.
"I'm George Wilson of the Whizzo Company, madam," he said, "and I'd like to show you our latest model vacuum cleaner. I guarantee you won't be disappointed and the demonstration will take just a few minutes of your time."
The little blonde shrugged. "Yeah, why not?" she said. "I ain't doing anything else but listening to the kids scream."
Kids that was bad news. He'd hoped she'd be alone in the house. But, hell, why kid himself? This beautiful little lady wouldn't want him even if she were alone even if he was the last man on earth. She wasn't a lonely sex starved middle aged woman like the others.
He followed her into the house, hungrily watching the pert little rounds of her ass in her skin tight pink shorts. Her butt wobbled in the most enticing way. George started to imagine how she'd look without any panties when suddenly he was hit in the face with a large teddy bear. A dirty faced brat of about two gave a whoop of laughter and his behind a couch.
"Timmy, you little turd," the blonde screeched, "don't you dare do that again, unless you want your butt paddled." She sank onto the couch with a loud sigh and said, "Sorry about that, mister. You gotta be on your guard all the time around here."
"So I see," said George. "Well, I'll just unpack our vacuum here and give you a quick demonstration."
"Great," she said. "The place needs it."
George didn't want to be rude, so he said nothing, but she really wasn't kidding. The living room carpet appeared to be about an inch deep in cookie crumbs and spilled cereal. While he was unpacking the vacuum, two more small children raced out from behind the couch, threw toys at him, and scuttled back into their hiding place.
"Stacy and Billy, you're going to your rooms if you don't behave," the blonde shouted. "You leave this poor man alone."
George shuddered. This unfortunate woman was a living argument against early marriage. He glanced up at the ceiling and saw globs of oatmeal and jam. The walls were covered with tiny handprints and crayon drawings. The whole place smelled like peanut butter and kiddie piss. And the girl of his fantasies was trapped here at least until her kids all turned eighteen and left home.
"I know," she sighed, as if reading his thoughts, "it's a real pig sty. But there's no point in trying to clean it up the little critters just get it dirty again. I was only half kidding you about the floor. I actually swept it this morning and now look at it. Well, let's see what your vacuum can do, mister."
"Wilson," he said, "George Wilson. You can call me George."
"Okay," she said wearily. "My name's Penny. Go ahead, George."
George felt his product was being put to the supreme test as he switched on the vacuum and started in on the cookie infested carpet. It was slow going, but gradually the crumbs came up. He glanced over at Penny and saw that her eyes were far away, off in some wistful distance where, no doubt, there were no pre-school children. He felt sorry for her.
"That's enough, George," she said, coming back to the real world. "I didn't mean for you to do the whole rag. I can see that's a good vacuum. I'll ask my husband about getting one."
"I don't mind finishing," he said. "I might as well do the whole rug." He didn't want to leave, not yet.
"Well, okay," said Penny, "but let me give you some lunch. That's the least I can do."
So he found himself eating peanut butter sandwiches with Penny and the kids, listening to her sad story of how she'd fallen in love at seventeen and suddenly found herself at twenty five trapped in this house with three screaming brats. George wished there was something he could do to bring a little excitement and pleasure into her life. Of course he did have something in mind, but he doubted that Penny would be interested.
All the time she talked, he found it very difficult not to stare at her huge knockers. For a woman so small, she had fantastically large tits. He figured them for 42-D at the least. Her t-shirt left almost nothing to the imagination except the color of her nipples. It clung tightly and outlined her big full breasts perfectly. George longed to raise her shirt, unhook her bra, and get a feel of those beautiful big boobs.. . .
But there wasn't a chance in the world of making any kind of approach to her with the kids around. When Penny got up to clear the table, he helped her, and they kept brushing against each other, making George hotly horny, but always some little kid was watching them, some kid was calling for Penny and distracting her. Christ, it would be impossible to seduce her under the circumstances.
Then George got a bright idea. He got some spare change from his pocket, handed it out to the kids, and said, "Why don't you kids run on down to the store for a while?"
With delighted whoops, they streaked out of the kitchen. Penny breathed a big sigh of relief. "I'd do that, too," she said, "if I had any money to give them. I'm not too proud to buy the little hellions off."
He and Penny were still clearing off the table. Again they brushed against each other in the small cramped kitchen, her hip against his crotch. George blushed furiously, afraid she'd felt his huge erection which he was trying to hide. She did. She looked up at him in surprise, and George blushed even redder. Damn, damn, damn, had he screwed up already?
"Why, George," she said. "For me?"
"Afraid so," said George. "I don't mean to be rude, but it's something I can't control. I mean, I find you really sexy, Penny."
Penny gave a snort of laughter. "Me? Sexy?" she giggled. "Oh, my God...." She broke into laughter and couldn't stop.
Dizzy with laughter, she swayed against George and clutched him to steady herself. Her soft little belly rubbed his aching erection, and it was all he could do not to just fling her to the floor and tear off her clothes. She was so great to touch, soft and warm yet lithe and firm. At last she conquered her fit of laughing and looked up at George with an impish smile.
"You really think I'm sexy, huh?" she laughed. "You think it'd be exciting to kiss me, George?"
"I sure do," George sighed.
"Okay, go ahead," said Penny, "kiss me. I wanta see if it's still any fun."
Maybe he was getting lucky again. He didn't stop to think about it. He kissed Penny, pulling her curvy little body hard against him and wriggling his tongue deep into her mouth. The little blonde didn't react for a moment, but then he felt her small slick tongue tickling his. She rubbed her soft little cunt against his straining cock.
Oh, Christ, maybe he was going to get lucky and turn her on. He'd never expected to get this far with such a pretty, young woman. Penny clung to him, kissing him hotly, her tongue squirming around in his mouth, her pussy pressed wantonly against the lewd tent of his fly. She acted very much like a horny woman.
At last she drew back and laughed. "Nope," she said.
"Nope what?" said George. He tried to hold on to her, but she wriggled out of his arms.
"Nope, it doesn't do anything for me any more," she sighed. "I mean when Jeff, my husband, "and I were courting, it used to just thrill the living shit out of me to kiss like that. Now I don't get excited. Maybe because I found out it leads to having babies...."
"Maybe you're ready for more grown up stuff," said George quickly. "I'm sure I could show you something a lot more interesting than just kissing, Penny."
She giggled. "I bet you could, you naughty thing," she said. "It might be interesting to find out. But we gotta watch the time. The kids'll be back in just a few minutes."
George decided that the only way he liked children was parboiled. On the other hand, beggars can't be choosers, and he had to grab any satisfaction he could get. Penny had given him permission to try to turn her on in the few minutes before the kids got back. He'd just have to do the best he could....
They'd wandered into the living room as they talked, and George quickly sat Penny down on the couch. He lifted her t-shirt up over her thrusting tits and ogled her tight tan cleavage. He quickly unhooked her tight straining bra and drew it off. Her gorgeous tits wobbled into their natural firm slope, big and creamy and not a bit fake. With a hungry sigh George slipped his hands under the heavy hot jugs and began to fondle them.
"Gonna play with my tits, nun?" Penny giggled. "That's fun for you, George, but not for me."
"I'll make it fun for you," George panted.
He dipped his head and caught her left nipple between his lips. He sucked the little dark red cone into her mouth, bathing it in his hot steamy saliva, stroking it with his wet slick tongue. He sucked the little soft nub like a hungry baby, fast and wetly loud. He felt Penny give a start, then begin a gentle trembling.
"Oh, hey," she murmured in surprise, "hey, that's kinda fun.. . Jeff never did that to me.. . . "
George wondered how a man could have a wife like Penny, with big gorgeous boobs, and never play with her tits. But that was Jeff's problem, not his. He continued to suck loudly away on her delicate dark red nipples, and before long he had both of them tautly erect and gleaming with his spit. He'd had enough experience to know that erect nipples are very sensitive. He just flicked them with his tongue tip, and Penny moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, man, I can't get over it," she sighed. "That feels so great.. . I never had anybody play with my tits before."
George eased her down onto the couch till she was lying on her back and he was kneeling on the carpet beside her. He jammed his mouth down on her right breast and gave it a really hard, hard loud sucking. Penny made little gurgling and squealing noises as he did so, her blue eyes fluttering crazily. As he sucked her tit, he stealthily moved one hand lower and lower toward her crotch....
At last he could feel the radiating heat of her snatch just below his hand. He started sucking her aroused tit even faster, distracting her attention, and then he very gently laid his hand on the crotch of her tight pink shorts. She was fiercely hot, and the cloth of her shorts was moist with pussy juice.
She was definitely horny....
George fought to conceal his excitement, to hold himself in check. He knew it would be a mistake to move too fast with this respectable young married woman. She was just playing games with him right now, knowing her kids would be back before things went too far. She felt safe, and he wanted her to go on feeling that way.
He sucked her lovely big tits into swollen arousal, leaving the nipples hard and pointed. He leaned down and kissed Penny again, wriggling his tongue quickly into her mouth, and as she responded, he found the zipper of her shorts. He tugged it down and started to pull her shorts down, but Penny gave a squeal of alarm and grabbed his hand.
"Oh, no, George, don't do that," she gasped. "I didn't say I was gonna go all the way. I'm a married woman, you know."
George somehow managed to contain his frustration and speak in a .calm soothing voice. "Why, Penny, that wasn't what I had in mind," he lied. "I just thought of another way to turn you on, something you might dig. Here, let me just show you...." Penny was nervous. She kept glancing towards the door, expecting her kids. On the other hand, she was experiencing so much pleasure, she couldn't bear to quit. She wanted to know what else this amazing young man had in his bag of tricks. So she lay still, gently panting, as George eased down her shorts and panties.
He didn't try to take them off. He just got the shorts and then the panties down over her round little butt, so as to uncover the lovely golden blonde puff on her cunt. Knowing she could pull her clothes up quickly if the kids returned, Penny relaxed. George hungrily eyed her pretty little triangle of blonde curls. This was his chance to really get her hot.
He gently pried apart the furry lips and exposed the exquisite little pink dot of her clit. It was the prettiest little joy button he'd ever seen, and his mouth watered just looking at it. Quickly George lowered his face into her steamy crotch, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick her highly sensitive little clit.
"OOOOOOOOO," Penny gasped.
She rose right off the couch with the first touch of his tongue, then sank back with a low hoarse moan. As he went on licking her clit, she whimpered and whined shrilly, and she began to cream in floods, soaking his face. Her tiny clit got hard and erect and red hot. George knew she was experiencing almost unbearable pleasure.
"Oooooo, honey, I don't know where you learned that," she sighed, "but it sure is great.. . Oh, yeah.... Jeff never does anything like tins, just jumps on and fucks.... Oh, man, what I wouldn't give to have YOU around every night.. . .
Her growing arousal made her a lot less inhibited, and in between her moans and sighs she pretty much babbled out the story of her marriage to a handsome sexy mill worker who unfortunately had no idea how to arouse her. George just went on taking advantage of Jeff's bad luck, licking and lashing and lapping on Penny's tasty little bud, getting her more and more aroused.
"Ahhhhh, baby, that's sooo nice," Penny moaned. "I don't ever want you to stop.... Go on licking me, please, George, honey....
But George intended to do a lot more than just taste her clit. He knew now that this gorgeous young housewife was ripe for conquest, and he intended to have her. It was all a matter of getting her so horny she couldn't say no, and his middle aged lover had taught him just how to do that. He licked her tiny clit till it was fiercely erect and helplessly squirting and then he thrust his flushed face even deeper into her boiling crotch, seeking her cunt.
"George, you wicked thing, what're you doing now?" Penny giggled. "What're you lookin' for down there? Honest to God, I never met a man who knew so many naughty things.... What in hell OHHHHH. OHHHHH, MY GOD, YES...."
George had employed his best trick thrusting his stiff thick tongue suddenly up her cunt. Penny responded with a scream of intense pleasure and a flood of hot tasty cunt juice. George thrust his tongue as deep as he could into her fiery tight box and used it like a cock, ramming hard and fast, in and out. The petite blonde housewife went wild with pleasure, shrieking and creaming uncontrollably.
"Ooooooo, yeah," she whined, "stick your tongue in my cunt.. . Oh, my God, George, I'm gonna die, that's sooo good... Ahhhhhh.. . . "
George knew he'd won, that it was only a matter of minutes before he got her into bed. He knew from his experience with his older lovers that no hotly horny woman was going to be content with just pussy eating. And Penny was very, very horny, no doubt about that. No way she could fake that intensely swollen, searing pussy and that steamy flood of cunt juice.
"Deeper, George, honey," she whined. "Stick it in deeper.. . . "
George surfaced for a moment to tell her, "I can't, Penny, not unless I take your panties off."
"Then for chrissake take 'em off," she moaned.
THAT was what he'd been waiting for, the final surrender. With her panties off, he could spread her legs and then there'd be no stopping him. He had a feeling she wouldn't want to stop him by then.
When he seized her shorts and panties and started tugging them down, Penny assisted him by raising her pert little ass. He was sure she wanted to be balled.
"Oh, hurry, George, hurry," she whined. "I want your tongue!"
She might want his tongue, but she was going to get his cock. George unzipped his fly hastily and brought out his hugely erect prick, nine fat milky white inches of rigid meat capped with an enormous purple bulb like head. Penny stared and stared at his giant young cock. Her blue eyes got huge, and she licked her lips.
"Holy shit," she gasped, "I never saw one that big."
George didn't give her long to admire it. He quickly climbed over her, worked her legs apart with his knees, and pushed the huge hard head of his cock against the little creaming mouth of her cunt. Penny whimpered and pushed against his shoulders, preventing him from penetrating her.
"Noooo," she whined, "no, George, I didn't say I'd ball you... I'm married, never cheated on Jeff before... Oh, my God... I want it so bad, but it's not right"
She could have gone on arguing with herself all night, so George decided to make the decision for her. He started pushing into her, his huge knobby cock head splitting her pussy lips and easing perhaps an inch into her seething wet twat. Penny moaned in protest, but he noticed she'd stopped pushing at his shoulders. She was going to let him in.. . .
"MOMMY, MOMMY," came the shrill voices from the kitchen, "Mommy, we're home!"
"Oh, SHIT," George moaned. "Let me up," Penny gasped, pushing hard at his shoulders. "For chrissake let me up before the kids come in here and see us...."
"You stay right where you are," said George firmly. "I'll handle this."
By God, he'd worked so hard for this conquest and he was so achingly horny, that he wasn't going to let anything stop him, not even an army of brats. He gingerly stuffed his erect cock back into his pants, zipped up, and hurried to the kitchen before the kids started looking for their mother. He took a dollar out of his pocket and handed it to the oldest kid.
"You all just run on back to the store," he said. "And stay away a long, long time, okay?"
"Oh, boy!" they shrieked. "We're rich!"
The kids went piling out of the house, and George went racing back to the living room. Penny was sitting up, starting to pull up her panties, but George just pushed her down again, pulled off her panties, and lay on top of her so she couldn't move. He unzipped his fly and tugged out his huge stiff cock.
"George," she said sternly, "let me up. This is too risky. I just can't go all the way with you, honey. I'm a married woman, and I got kids, and-and Ohhhhh, my God, ohhhhhh... George, you devil.. . OHHHHHH...."
That was the last word of protest out of her. George suddenly thrust his huge young cock up her tiny slick box, stuffing her so full that all she could do was moan with pleasure and cream all over his thrusting dick. He balled her fast and hard, and Penny responded with squeals of delight. She threw her legs around his waist and tightened them, pulling his cock even deeper into her boiling little hole.
"Oooooo, George, honey, do it to me," she panted, "do it to meeee.. . . "
George had every intention of filling her request, now and in the future. He'd play it smart this time, not taking on more than he could handle. He'd just ball Penny, and he'd only do it once a week.
Well, maybe Penny and one other lady, and maybe twice a week.
Maybe a little more than that.
Maybe he'd better start taking vitamins, because you can't keep a good man down.
