One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a reflection of unstable times.
THE WIFE'S YOUNG LOVERS is the story of one couple, Donna and Bill Davis, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Donna is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of others, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Donna and Bill-products of an uncaring society, and examples of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Bill, not again!"
Donna Davis, a striking red-haired woman of thirty-seven, was looking despairingly at her husband. "Darling, can't you get out of it?" she sighed. "We're right in the middle of remodeling. And it seems like you're always gone."
Bill Davis, a powerfully-built trucker, shrugged. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, "but no way can I get out of this haul. You know we need the money. And I'll only be gone a week."
"A whole week?" Donna moaned. "And then I suppose they'll only give you a few days off. Bill, with your schedule, we really don't have much of a marriage. We're hardly ever together any more."
Donna could have said more, but she wisely let it go at that. It would only hurt Bill's feeling if she added that their sex life was lousy. Bill's frequent absences were only part of a larger problem. The fact was that after nearly twenty years of marriage, their love-making had grown dull and routine. Not that Donna didn't love Bill. She still cared deeply for him and had never even looked at another man. But she was a healthy woman with normal needs, and lately she'd come to realize that she just wasn't getting enough sex. Donna felt frustrated and restless. Now, with the announcement of yet another of Bill's long absences, she felt angry.
"Honey," Bill was saying, "I'm really sorry, but I have to go on this haul. Why don't you get Tommy, the neighbor kid, to help you with the remodeling while I'm gone? And when I get back, I promise you a big night on the town."
Donna forced a smile. A big night on the town wasn't going to help their marriage much. A big night in bed would be more like it. But Bill was doing the best he could, and she felt she had no right to be angry with him.
"All right, darling," she sighed. "And now I guess we'd better go to bed. You'll have to get up awfully early tomorrow to make that haul."
"Tell me about it," Bill sighed.
In the bedroom, as they were taking off their clothes, Donna kept sneaking looks at her husband. Would he be interested in making love tonight? She really hoped so. She felt achingly horny. But so often lately Bill had been too tired to get it on. They hadn't made love in two weeks.
Physically there was nothing wrong with Bill. Even after twenty years, Donna still got excited when she saw his naked body. Tall, burly, and heavily-muscled, he looked totally masculine. His thick brown hair wasn't thinning or greying even at forty. The only part of him which showed no vigor was his cock.
Donna sighed softly as she eyed her husband's pale limp prick. It dangled forlornly from a thick brown bush, just a little wrinkled sausage of flesh. His rosy nut sacs were flaccid, too. Bill showed not an ounce of arousal, even though he knew this would be their last night together for a whole week.
Donna strolled over to the closet to hang up her dress and caught sight of herself in the full-length dresser mirror. She saw a tall woman, about five-seven, with a spectacular figure, long flame-red hair, and a very pretty face. She didn't look thirty-seven. In fact she looked damned good. Any normal man would have gotten excited over her firm curvy body.
She stopped in front of the mirror to inspect herself more closely. She knew that her best feature, at least from a masculine point of view, was her very large melon-shaped breasts. Perfectly firm and boldly thrusting, her tits were the size of large grapefruits and were capped with dainty little pink nipples. Once Bill had loved to fondle her boobs. Not any more.
Her eyes darted down to her pretty little copper colored bush. The dainty triangle of reddish fur used to excite hell out of Bill when they were first married. He used to stroke and caress it. Now, for all he appeared to care, she might as well have been a boy. Her still beautiful body was totally wasted on the man.
Things just couldn't go on like this, Donna decided. She urgently needed some regular and decent love-making. Her nagging unsatisfied lust was making her irritable and depressed. Somehow she had to restore the excitement in her marriage, and she had to do it soon. She decided to start right away.
Putting on her most inviting smile, Donna strolled over to Bill, who was just crawling into bed. She lay down beside him, snuggled up close, and kissed him. He returned her kiss in a mild way, like a kindly old uncle. That wasn't good enough for Donna. She snuggled still closer, pressed her lips hard against his, and wriggled her hot little tongue deep into his mouth.
The kiss excited Donna, who felt a sudden heat in her pussy, but Bill lay absolutely still as if he were just waiting for her to get that nonsense over with so he could go to sleep. But Donna wasn't ready to give up. Still kissing him hungrily, she slid her hands down his hard naked body till she was touching the warm soft flesh of his cock. She curled her fingers around the limp little sausage and began to pump it.
Bill drew back. "Honey," he said, "I have to get up real early, remember?"
Donna kept a firm grip on his cock. "Ummm hmmm," she purred. "We can just make it a quickie."
She kissed him again, rubbing her firm naked tits against his hair-matted chest. She pumped his cock faster. With her other hand she cupped his limp warm balls and began to give them a gentle but steady massage. Bill murmured something and tried to draw away, but she wouldn't let him. She kept her mouth glued firmly to his.
Donna was getting very excited, her pussy growing hot and swollen and moist, but she wasn't getting any response from her husband. She kept pumping his cock in her warm little fist, and she kept massaging his wrinkled rosy nut sacs, but Bill showed no signs of arousal. Finally he jerked his head away and broke the kiss.
"Baby, it's no go," he sighed. "I just can't get it up. I guess I'm too tired."
Donna lost her patience. "But, Bill," she moaned, "you've been 'too tired' for months! And we haven't made love in two weeks. Maybe you ought to see a doctor."
Bill reddened. "I didn't realize it was that bad," he said.
"Well, it is," Donna pouted, "and I've about had it, Bill. I'm only human. I need some kind of sex life, even if you don't."
Angrily she rolled away from him and turned her back. She was embarrassed that she'd had to beg her own husband for sex. That was a pretty sorry state of affairs. But what was she going to do about it? She had to have some relief for her passions, and yet she wanted to stay married to Bill. But Bill seemed unwilling, or unable, to take care of her needs.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he murmured.
He moved close to her and slipped an arm around her waist. His limp warm cock tickled her pert little ass. Even that faint feathery touch made her writhe with longing. Why didn't Bill feel the same way? She wasn't an ugly old hag by any means. Why didn't he feel the hot longing that she felt?
"I don't know what's been wrong with me lately," he was saying. "It's true, I always seem too tired for sex. You could be right-maybe I ought see a doctor. I'll make an appointment as soon as I get back from this haul."
Donna softened. She could never stay angry at the man she loved, at least not for long. She turned her head and kissed him, then snuggled into his lap. Bill kissed the back of her neck. His hand slid up her body till he was touching her full warm tits. Donna gave a little shiver of excitement. She loved to have him play with her tits, but he almost never did it any more.
Slowly, gently, Bill caressed the warm silky flesh of her big round boobs. Donna could feel the lusty excitement all the way down to her pussy. Her starving little cunt began to leak hot sticky juice. Bill got his other arm around her and cupped both her heavy ripe jugs, molding and squeezing them.
"Ummmmm," Donna murmured, "that feels so nice."
She thought she felt his flaccid prick give a little twitch, but she couldn't be sure. She wriggled her round little ass against his cock and balls. Bill squeezed her tits harder. It didn't take much any more to make her hotly aroused, and after a few minutes of his tit-play her steamy cunt-juice was trickling down her thighs.
Then she felt it again-his cock definitely gave a horny twitch and started to grow. Donna's heart pounded. She wanted to be fucked so badly, she could hardly stand it, but Bill rarely gratified her wishes any more. Maybe tonight would be different.
"You're still gorgeous, you know that?" he said tenderly. "I've got the most beautiful wife in town."
Then DO something about it, Donna thought urgently.
Again she wriggled her saucy little ass against his soft cock-meat. His prick twitched again, and now it felt harder and bigger. In her hot excitement she creamed a big rush of juice that spurted out to wet his cock. Donna blushed. Surely he must have felt it. He must have felt her scalding cream and realized how badly she needed this cock.
Ordinarily Donna wasn't so bold in her lovemaking. She'd been raised with old-fashioned morals, and she considered it unlade-like to express her lust or be aggressive in bed. But lately she'd been so powerfully horny that she couldn't help showing her feelings. And now she couldn't control the horny writhing of her little ass or the steady creaming of her hungry cunt.
"Baby, baby," Bill sighed.
He had his hands full of hot silky tit-flesh, and he was steadily squeezing and molding her beautiful big jugs. He felt her pretty little pink nipples going stiff and pointed, poking his palms. He felt her hot sticky twat-juice oozing out onto his cock and balls. Donna's obvious excitement began to affect him.
His cock lurched into fullness, growing long and thick and hard. His balls swelled up tight and full. Donna felt it and gave a hoarse moan. She wiggled her hot round ass urgently against his rigid prick. She was more than ready to take that magnificent seven-inch hard-on into her achingly horny box.
Fortunately, Bill was ready to give it to her-for a change. Night after night she'd tossed and turned while he slept, dying for him to fuck her. Tonight she'd finally get her wish. Bill had a super cockstand, and she could feel the hard swollen head of his prick dribbling hot cream.
She couldn't control herself. She didn't want any more foreplay, she just wanted to feel his big hard cock inside her. Normally she would never have been so bold or brazen as to ask for his cock, but now she felt as if she'd die without it. She made a hoarse urgent request: "Do it to me, darling," Donna moaned. "Put it in me. I want it so badly."
Bill was a little surprised at his usually demure wife, but he obeyed instantly, wanting very much to please her. He eased his stiff drooling cock between the plump crease of her little ass and wedged the swollen purple head of his prick into her juicy little cunt-mouth. Donna moaned and gushed a big hot load of pussy-juice all over his cock-head.
"Hurry, darling," she whimpered, "fuck me."
Bill reddened. In all their married years he'd never heard Donna use the word "fuck." He hadn't realized till now how urgently horny she was. Quickly he thrust his rock-hard prick deep into her snug slick box. She moaned loudly and drenched his dick with scalding cream. His swollen balls came to rest against her writhing ass.
"Oh, God, YES," Dona gasped, "yes, do it to me."
Bill began to fuck her in quick hard strokes. Donna moaned in ecstasy. This was just what she'd been needing for so long, a vigorous hard fucking that would finally relieve her pent-up lust. She creamed steadily as she took the repeated deep thrusts of his stiff rod. She felt she could never get enough of her husband's fucking.
"Yes, yes, YES," she wailed.
She'd been so horny, for so long, that it took her less than a minute to get off. She felt the hot dizzying explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt, and she screeched shrilly as the delicious spasms rocked her body. Her molten-hot cunt-juice overflowed her little twat and soaked Bill's balls.
"AHHHHHHH," Donna wailed.
"Oh, Jesus," Bill gasped.
She felt the sudden scalding bath of his come. Her own orgasm began to fade, and she realized it wasn't going to be enough-not nearly enough. She was just getting started, and Bill was already finished. Donna gave a little whimper of frustration.
It was always this way lately, on the rare occasions when they did make love. Bill could barely last a minute, and often that wasn't long enough for Donna to get off. It was as if he didn't care about making love, as if he only wanted something to pump his come into as fast as he could. She felt degraded and used-and terribly disappointed.
Bill pulled out of her immediately, rolled onto his back, and yawned. "Maybe I don't need to see that doctor after all," he chuckled.
A moment later he was snoring. Donna lay beside him writhing in horny frustration. Perhaps she was being greedy, but she didn't think so. She was a woman and it was normal for her to come more than once-IF Bill would give her a chance. And she could remember a time in their marriage when he'd lasted a lot longer. But now he just didn't seem to care.
And he'd never done any of those exciting things she'd read about in magazines-going down on her, for instance, or exploring new positions. All Bill did lately was hop on her, jerk his cock a few times, and come. It wasn't enough for Donna. She decided then and there that things would have to change if their marriage was going to last.
She loved him, yes, but she couldn't take a life time of sexual frustration.
* * *
Bill was off at dawn the next morning. He didn't wake Donna, and she slept late. Then she arranged for a neighbor boy, Tommy, to come over and help her with the remodeling of the house. She might as well keep busy, she decided. If she was very, very lucky, it would keep her mind off sex while Bill was gone.
Tommy arrived at noon. When Donna answered the door, she stood and stared at him. She and Bill had often hired the boy in the past for yard work and odd jobs, but they hadn't used his services in over a year. Tommy had grown-and that was putting it mildly. He'd become a young man, and a very sexy-looking young man, too.
"Hi, Mrs. Davis," he said. "You wanted me to do some work?"
"Oh, uh, yes, Tommy," Donna stammered. "Come on in."
She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was seventeen now, and he had his full growth. Nearly six feet tall, he had a trim lanky body, a deep tan, and thick golden hair. Last summer he'd been a skinny clumsy kid. Now he was a devilishly attractive young man. To her embarrassment, Donna felt a hot tingling in her pussy as she looked at him.
She decided they'd better get to work right away. "We're taking out this wall between the living room and the dining room," she explained. "You can help me with that. I'll get the tools."
"Okay, Mrs. Davis," Tommy said.
Donna didn't know it, but as she walked away to get the tools, Tommy's bright blue eyes were glued to her ass. He watched appreciatively as her pert little butt wiggled in her tight jeans. Tommy had matured in more ways than one. A typical adolescent boy, he seemed to be constantly horny, and he'd developed a strong letch for attractive older women.
Rarely had he seen a more attractive older woman than Donna Davis. That pretty face, that lovely long red hair, that fantastic body-it was enough to make any teenage boy drool. When Donna returned with the tools, Tommy snuck a quick glance at her big thrusting tits which were clearly outline under her tight t-shirt. He stifled a horny sigh.
He would have been astounded to know that Donna couldn't keep her eyes off him, either. She snuck a look at his crotch. In those tight, jeans his cock and balls were boldly outlined, and they looked big. She wondered what his prick looked like when it was stiff. Then she sternly told herself: Knock it off, lady.
He was young enough to be her son, after all. And she was a respectable married woman. True, she was also a respectable married woman starved for sex, but that was no excuse for ogling a teenage boy. She'd never been unfaithful to Bill before, and she didn't propose to start now. There had to be a better solution to her problems.
"Well, let's get to work," Donna said grimly.
For several hours they worked at removing the wall. Often they accidentally brushed against each other or bumped into each other, and every time it happened, Donna felt a wave of lust so powerful that she actually grew dizzy. She was embarrassed and angry with herself. But there seemed to be no way to control it.
Finally Donna said, "Let's take a break, Tommy. Would you like a Coke?"
"I sure would," he said, following her to the kitchen.
All the way down the hall he kept his eyes on her adorable little ass. When she opened the refrigerator and took out a Coke for him and a beer for herself, he stood close so he could watch the gentle but enticing movement of her beautiful big tits. Then he drew his chair up close to hers at the kitchen table.
"Mr. Davis gone on another haul?" he inquired.
"Yes," Donna sighed, "he'll be gone a whole week this time."
"I bet it gets pretty lonely," Tommy said.
"It sure does," Donna agreed.
"Maybe I could help out," Tommy said.
He leaned forward and kissed her. He surprised both Donna and himself with his boldness, but once he had her in his arms, wriggling his slick tongue deep into her mouth, he couldn't control himself. At seventeen he was in the lustiest phase of his life, and he wasn't thinking with his brain-he was thinking with his balls.
Donna was so stunned that she didn't resist. She felt herself gripped tightly, her big breasts flattening against the boy's hard chest, and she felt his hot tongue darting into her mouth. Her starved pussy suddenly seemed on fire with need. Her cunt gushed a load of hot juice that soaked the crotch of her panties.
Her heart pounded. Instinctively she wanted to return Tommy's kiss, to melt in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted with her. She thought of how marvelous it would be just to lead the kid into the bedroom and fuck him silly. God knows she needed it. But of course it was out of the question. She couldn't cheat on Bill. She couldn't ball a kid twenty years her junior.
"Oh, Mrs. Davis," Tommy moaned. "Jesus, I want you."
"Tommy, NO," Donna gasped.
She leaped from her chair, but Tommy was right after her, grabbing her and pushing her up against the wall. He kissed her again, hard and hungrily, and rubbed his crotch against hers. She could feel his young cock, and it was hard as steel. She moaned and instinctively rubbed her pussy against the big lump in his fly.
"UMMMM," Donna moaned.
"Oh, CHRIST," Tommy gasped.
They were suddenly coming, just from rubbing against each other. Their bodies rocked together for a moment, and then they looked at each other and blushed hotly. Tommy was mortified that he'd come right in his jeans. Donna was deeply embarrassed to have been so carried away by her lust.
"Tommy, I think we'd better continue our work tomorrow," she said, wriggling out of his embrace.
"Oh, yeah, right," the boy said dazedly.
When he'd gone Donna tried to understand the shocking thing that had happened. She knew one thing for sure-her lust was mounting each day, and she had to do something about it before it got completely out of control.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, as Donna waited for Tommy to come and help her with the remodeling, she got more apprehensive-and more horny-by the minute. Would the boy refer to yesterday's incident? She prayed that he wouldn't, then found herself wishing that he would.
One thing had been made very clear yesterday. She needed sex as much as she ever had, perhaps even more, but her husband wasn't giving it to her. He wasn't balling her often enough, and when he did make love to her, it wasn't enough to get her off. Something had to be done. She'd seen the terrible dangers of her lust yesterday with Tommy.
Donna shuddered to imagine what would have happened if she'd let herself go with the boy. He might have bragged to his friends, or one of the neighbors might have caught them in the act. It would have meant the end of her marriage, perhaps even trouble with the police of "corrupting" a minor.
Fortunately she'd been able to hold out in spite of her strong attraction to Tommy-but would she be so strong next time? What if Tommy or some other man made advances to her and she couldn't resist? She didn't want to be unfaithful to Bill, and yet every day the problem of her unsatisfied lust grew worse. There was real danger that she'd succumb to another man-unless Bill changed his act and changed it fast.
Donna's thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Tommy was there, on time and just as devastatingly sexy as yesterday. To Donna's relief, however, his behavior was polite and respectful, and he didn't mention the embarrassing events of yesterday afternoon. They got right to work tearing down the wall between the living room and dining room.
Still Donna felt very nervous as she worked next to the boy. Surely he couldn't have forgotten what happened. He must be thinking about it.
And he was. Tommy had thought and thought about his attempt to seduce Mrs. Davis, and although he felt very embarrassed about the way it turned out, he was still wildly hot for her. As they worked, he was thinking hard about how to get the beautiful older woman into bed. He kept contriving to brush against her or "accidentally" bump into her.
He noticed that every time they touched, Mrs. Davis would blush hotly. Could she be excited? Could she possibly feel some attraction to him? Tommy decided to find out. Mrs. Davis was starting up a stepladder. He hurried over, as if to steady the ladder for her, and then pretended to stumble. He crashed into the ladder, and Mrs. Davis gave a little shriek and fell. Tommy caught her, and they tumbled to the carpet.
Tommy managed to land on top of her, his chest against her big heaving tits, his crotch rubbing hers.
"Oh, gee, Mrs. Davis," he exclaimed, "are you okay?"
Donna looked up at him, her face just inches from his. She was blushing furiously. "I-I think I'm okay, Tommy," she said hastily. "You'd better let me up."
"Naw, I don't think that's a good idea," he said. "You better rest a second and make sure you're all right."
What the boy said seemed to make sense. Donna did feel a little dizzy. But was it from her fall or from her lust? She couldn't be sure. She only knew that it was terribly exciting to lie like that, with Tommy's firm young masculine body pressing her down. Her pussy rubbed enticingly against his crotch.
Tommy was hotly excited, too. Mrs. Davis' gorgeous big boobs were snuggled right against his chest, and down lower his flaccid prick was feeling the radiating heat of her pussy. If they went on lying like that, his cock wasn't going to be limp for long. But this time, he vowed, he wouldn't shoot his load prematurely.
Tommy had had one or two experiences with girls, very quick and nervous fucks in the back seat of a car. They hadn't been very attractive girls, and he hadn't gotten nearly enough sex in those encounters. He thought how much nicer it would be to ball somebody beautiful like Mrs. Davis, to take his time about it, and to do it in a real bed. The prospect made him shiver with longing.
"You can let me up now, Tommy," Donna said.
He looked down at her lovely face-the big blue eyes, snub nose, and full sensual mouth-and he couldn't resist. He dipped his head quickly and kissed her. With his superior weight pinning her down, she couldn't get away. She squeaked and tried to wriggle out from under him, but it was no use. Her movements only caused more exciting friction against his cock. "UMPH," Donna cried.
She couldn't twist her mouth away from his kiss, and very soon she didn't want to. She loved it when he worked his hot slick tongue deep into her mouth, and she got hotly excited when her crotch rubbed hard against his. She wished there was some way she could just relax and let the boy make love to her. But of course that was out of the question.
Then they both felt it-Tommy's young cock springing into action, growing long and thick and hard.
"Oh, Jesus," Tommy moaned.
As he broke the kiss Donna said urgently, "Tommy, you'd better let me up right now. I don't want any trouble."
"There won't be any trouble," the boy sighed, "just a whole lot of fun."
"TOMMY," Donna gasped.
Before she could say more, the eager boy was kissing her again, a hot deep tongue-kiss that made her whole pussy melt with lust. She struggled to control herself. This was just the situation she'd feared-a determined attractive male trying to break down her resistance. She had practically no resistance at all.
She felt Tommy's hard young cock rubbing urgently against her muff. Even through two pairs of jeans she could feel its stiffness and heat. It felt like a big one, too. She thought of taking that long hard cock into her starved little twat, and she gushed a hot load of cunt-cream that soaked the crotch of her panties.
All the while, though, she was pushing at Tommy's shoulders, putting up a fight, and when he finally broke the kiss, she gasped, "Tommy, stop this right now. This is very, very wrong.
"It sure doesn't feel wrong," Tommy said with a long lusty sigh. "I want you so bad, Mrs. Davis. You must be lonely without your husband, too. Why can't we make each other feel good?"
In some ways that made all the sense in the world. They obviously wanted and needed each other, so why not make love? Donna was deeply tempted. But there was also Bill to consider-Bill, who'd always been a wonderful husband except in one vital respect. Maybe he couldn't help it if he was a lousy lover. Did he really deserve to have an unfaithful wife?
It was the thought of Bill that spurred her resistance. "No, Tommy," she panted, "it wouldn't be right. I'm a married woman. I couldn't do that to my husband."
"He wouldn't have to know about it," Tommy pleaded.
"But I'd know, and I'd feel awful about it," Donna said. "I-Tommy, WHAT are you doing?"
Impatient with their argument, wildly turned on by the contact of her lush curvy body, Tommy had given way to his impulses and was pushing her tight little t-shirt up over her bra. He gawked hungrily at the tightly-packed cones of her little white lace bra. Her huge breasts seemed about to pop from their confinement.
"Tommy, put my shirt down," Donna snapped.
She reached up to do it herself, but the boy grabbed her arms, forced them to her sides, and managed to pin them there with his legs. She was helpless, and he was free to touch her magnificent big tits. Donna blushed beet red. No man had ever seen her undressed but Bill.
"Please, Tommy," she whimpered, "stop before you do something you'll regret."
"I'd never regret anything I did with you, Mrs. Davis," he said hoarsely.
He reached around her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. He knew he might get into big trouble for all this, but he simply couldn't resist. He had to get a better look at her gorgeous mature body, no matter what, the consequences. And if he actually managed to fuck her-well, hell, that would be worth any amount of punishment in the world.
"Tommy, NO," Donna gasped.
But the horny boy was not be stopped. He finally managed to get her bra unhooked, and he pushed the little lacy garment up out of the way, exposing her grapefruit-size tits. Even though she lay on her back, her firm boobs stood right up, topped with dainty little pink nipples. Tommy had never seen such a gorgeous pair of knockers in his life, not even in pictures.
"Oh, wow, they're beautiful," he sighed.
He quickly reached down and cupped her tits. They were hot, throbbing, and silky-smooth, delicious to fondle. He moaned and began to caress her big jugs, which nearly overflowed his hands. His cock gave a horny lurch and started to weep its hot sticky juice. All the while Mrs. Davis was blushing furiously.
"Tommy, dammit, this has gone far enough," Donna sputtered.
"Oh, no, it hasn't," the boy sighed. "It hasn't gone nearly far enough. I wanta ball you, Mrs. Davis. Oh, Jesus, do I wanta ball you."
Donna was so shocked that she couldn't even reply-but at the same time his naughty words made her almost dizzy with lust. Here was a handsome vigorous young man just aching to make love to her. And here she was, a healthy active woman who desperately needed more sex. It seemed insane that Society's rules forbade them to get together.
Tommy was eagerly caressing her tits, and Donna could feel the excitement right down to her pussy. Her whole slit was getting swollen and wet and scorching-hot. She loved having her tits fondled, and she could hardly conceal the signs of her arousal. She fought to control the lusty writhing of her body.
"Oh, Christ, I want you," Tommy moaned.
Blindly following his natural instincts, he dipped his head down and started kissing her satiny hot jugs. Donna gasped and trembled with lust need. He kissed the huge full globes of her tits, then her pretty little pink nipples. Her cunt cream was gushing out steadily now, soaking her panties.
"No, no, no," she sobbed.
But she knew she really didn't mean it. She wanted this handsome teenage boy to go on and on making love to her. She and Bill hadn't gotten it on properly for years now, and she was long overdue for a decent session of sex. She needed a man who took his time, aroused her with lots of foreplay, and then balled her with real enthusiasm. She had a feeling that Tommy could do all of this.
That didn't mean she'd let him, of course. No, that was totally out of the question. But couldn't she lie there just a moment longer and enjoy his caress? Surely she was entitled to that much pleasure. She wasn't going to be unfaithful to her husband, but she liked being reminded that she was still a very desirable woman.
Tommy suddenly popped his open mouth onto her left nipple, drawing the soft pink bud into searing heat and wetness. Donna gasped and panted. He started sucking on her tit, making loud wet slurping noises. It felt terrific. Her whole tit seemed to swell up with arousal, and she felt her little nipple going stiff and hard in his mouth.
"Ummmm," Tommy murmured.
"Oh, my God," Donna moaned.
Tommy had a feeling that Mrs. Davis was getting turned on. She wasn't pushing at his shoulders or trying to wriggle out from under him any more. She still kept murmuring protests, but her voice sounded feeble and faint. And when he sucked hard and fast on her pretty pink nipple, she moaned and trembled. He spat out her stiffened nipple and sucked in the other one.
"OHHHHH," Donna gasped.
As Tommy sucked her other nipple into throbbing stiffness, she fought for self-control. Their little dalliance had been enormous fun, but it was time to end it before it went too far. She couldn't possibly lie there like a wanton slut and let a teenage neighbor boy fuck her. She'd never forgive herself.
"That's enough, Tommy," she said gently. "Really, you know we have to stop now."
Tommy knew no such thing. He was just getting started. It had excited hell out of him to play with Mrs. Davis' gorgeous big tits, and now he wanted to explore more of her luscious mature body. He released her spit-soaked stiff nipple and quickly scooted farther down her body till he was sitting on her legs.
Then he reached for the zipper of her jeans. "TOMMY," Donna gasped. The handsome blond teenager was glassy-eyed with lust and didn't seem to even hear her frantic protests. He seized the zipper of her jeans and quickly tugged it open. He pulled her jeans down to her thighs, then reached for her little white lace panties. Realizing that things were getting totally out of hand, Donna grabbed his wrists.
"Tommy, I said NO," she gasped. "You're going way too far. This has got to stop."
He looked down at her, his blue eyes hot with longing. His voice came out in a horny rasp. "I have to have you, Mrs. Davis," he said, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Please don't make me hurt you." Donna sank back on the rug, stunned. Tommy, normally so gentle and polite, was actually threatening to use force in order to have her. He was bigger and stronger than she was, too, and she knew she couldn't win if it came to a struggle. If he was really determined to fuck her, then he was going to fuck her.
Her whole body trembled with lusty need. That was the answer-LET the boy rape her. Let it be his fault. That way she'd get what she so desperately needed, and yet without guilt. She was sure that even Bill would agree-better to submit quietly than to be hurt.
So she lay there, trembling and blushing, as Tommy eased down her panties.
His hands were shaking, and his eyes were glued to her crotch. Having made love only in dark cars, he'd never seen an actual pussy before. As he tugged down her panties the first fine coppery curls popped into view, and then had uncovered her whole muff, a lovely little triangle of flame-colored fur. He gawked.
Donna couldn't stop blushing. The boy had her panties down to her thighs now, exposing her bush, which nobody but Bill had ever seen. Still it was terribly exciting to be admired like that, and even more exciting to know that very soon Tommy would be balling her. Her aroused cunt felt scalding-hot and very wet.
"Oh, Jesus, it's beautiful," Tommy sighed.
He reached down and gently petted the fine soft hair of her muff. Just that delicate touch excited her hotly. Then he pried open the furry lips of her bush and exposed the bright red lump of her clit. Tommy had never seen a clit before, either, and didn't know what it was, but his curiosity led him to touch it with his fingertip. It felt very hot and slick. He rubbed it with his finger.
"Oooooooo," Donna squealed.
It felt so marvelous to have her horny little clit rubbed that she couldn't contain that cry of delight. Tommy looked down at her in surprise. He tried rubbing her clit once more, and again she squealed with pleasure. The boy quickly made the connection. Whatever that funny little lump of flesh was, Mrs. Davis really got off on being touched there.
"You like that?" he said eagerly.
Donna's blush deepened. She was too embarrassed to say anything, but Tommy was sure he was on the right track. He took her moist hot clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it gently but steadily. He watched the transformation that came over Mrs. Davis. She moaned hoarsely, and her big blue eyes rolled.
"T-Tommy," she gasped, "that's enough." She HAD to stop him before she lost all self-control. That steady kneading of her highly sensitive lovebud was driving her crazy with pleasure.
"I'm not gonna stop," Tommy panted. "I can tell you really dig this."
Unfortunately, he was right. He frigged her hot little joy button even faster and harder, and Donna felt herself carried away on a tide of hot dizzying pleasure. She just couldn't resist it. Her thighs parted more and more, and her steamy cunt-cream gushed out in a steady flood, wetting Tommy's hand.
Even an inexperienced kid like Tommy could tell when he was getting a woman hotly aroused. He saw that Mrs. Davis wasn't fighting any more. She was letting her thighs fall open, and his hand was getting soaked with her scalding cream. He gawked at her pretty pink slit with its dainty fringe of coppery curls. He saw the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt at the very center of her pussy.
Tommy sensed that this was his chance, that the gorgeous older woman wouldn't resist him now if he tried to fuck her. Donna was moaning, panting, and clawing the rug. Her lovely face was flushed with arousal, her huge blue eyes glazed with lust. Her cunt-cream kept dribbling out onto his fingers, and her hips moved in a steady horny rhythm.
He was sure she wouldn't resist now. With one hand still busily frigging her clit, he used the other hand to unzip his jeans and tug them down to his knees. His eager young cock was stiff as a board, hugging his belly tightly. Donna's glassy eyes focused on his stiff cock-stand and stayed there.
His prick was magnificent, not quite as long as Bill's but plenty big enough. The milk-white pole, laced with tiny blue veins, contrasted with the big swollen purple head. His bush was thick and blond, and his hairless nut sac were rosy-red and taut and full. Donna wanted that superb young cock more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
But once more her conscience got in the way. Sure, she was achingly horny, and Bill hadn't done right by her in bed for several years now. But was that really an excuse for adultery? Did that really give her the right to seduce a kid young enough to be her son? She knew it didn't.
"Tommy, no," she gasped, "don't try to fuck me.
But the boy was beyond reason, beyond anything but the overpowering urge to sink his swollen cock into the hot juicy pulp of her cunt. Roughly he seized her jeans and panties and pulled them all the way off. Donna gasped and started to roll away, but then he was on her again, forcing her tender thighs apart with his hard knees.
"Tommy, NO," she wailed. "YES," he croaked.
He clung to her hard and began jabbing his swollen drooling cock-head against the tender slick flesh of her slit. Donna screamed and pushed at his shoulders and tried to jerk her pussy away. But his superior weight and strength kept her in place, and at last his cock hit the target. She felt her fiery-hot little cunt suddenly stuffed full of thick hard cockmeat.
"OHHHHHH," Donna wailed.
"Oh, Christ," Tommy whined, "AW WW WWW."
The girls he'd fucked before had been nervous and not very turned on, their cunts dry and resisting. Mrs. Davis' box, though, was the perfect nest for his eager cock-hot, juicy, and snug. He moaned blissfully as he pushed all the way into her, his swollen balls coming to rest against her slick hot gash.
"Oh, Jesus, it's good," he whined.
He began fucking her in quick hard jabs, unable to control his raging lust. Donna stopped fighting. She couldn't resist the dizzying ecstasy she felt as the boy balled her fast and roughly, just the way she needed it. Every thrust of his cock was utter bliss, carrying her rapidly towards the orgasm she craved.
"Oh, God, YES," she cried, "yes, do it to me, Tommy, fuck me. I love it, darling, I LOVE IT."
Tommy grinned down at her. He was more than ready to do just what she wanted.
CHAPTER THREE
When Tommy finally left, Donna was in a daze. She couldn't remember how many times she'd come, but it was a lot more than she'd ever achieved in her marriage. For the very first time, her body felt totally satisfied, her cunt pleasantly bruised and exhausted.
Her conscience was another story altogether. She felt terrible about being unfaithful to Bill, for she still loved him very much. She'd been a virgin when she married him, and she'd never fucked anyone else-not until today. She felt shocked and disgusted at her own behavior.
Yet she couldn't deny that it had been a thrilling experience to make love to someone else besides her husband. She hadn't been so turned on, and so totally satisfied, in years. She'd discovered something else, too. Teenage boys might not be very skillful lovers, but they made up for it in energy and endurance.
"Oh, hell," Donna sighed.
Yes, it had been wonderful fucking Tommy-and she would never do it again. It wasn't worth the price she was paying in guilt, and it wasn't fair to Bill. Much as she'd love having an affair with the boy, she couldn't take the risk. No matter how unsatisfactory their sex life, she still wanted to be married to Bill.
Donna rook a bath and fixed herself a small dinner and settled down in front of the TV. She tried to concentrate on the program, but her mind kept drifting. She kept remembering that afternoon, how she and Tommy had made love right on the rug, and how great it had been when he balled her into orgasm after orgasm.
Thinking about these things, she was soon achingly horny again. She wondered just what she was going to do about her continual lust, which seemed to get more powerful every day. She knew that if Bill didn't become a better lover, she'd be very tempted to turn to other men. But she didn't want that. She wanted Bill. Or did she?
Tommy filled her thoughts. She kept seeing his sleek tan body, his magnificent young cock, his round rosy balls. There was no denying it, the kid turned her on like crazy. Usually when she was horny, she daydreamed about making it with Bill. Now all she could think of was Tommy and the fantastic fuck he'd given her.
"Stop it," she sighed, "just cut it out. You love Bill. You're NOT going to make it with that kid again, and that's that."
The words were hardly out of her mouth when the doorbell rang. Donna cursed. She hadn't been expecting company, and she was wearing an old blue terrycloth bathrobe. She hurried to the door, opened it, and blushed. There was Tommy, grinning broadly.
"Hi there," he said.
"T-Tommy, what are you doing here?" Donna gasped.
"Well, I'm not here to help with your remodeling," the boy chuckled. He brushed past her and strolled into the living room.
Donna's heart pounded. She should have anticipated that the perpetually horny teenage boy would be back for more sex, but he'd taken her off guard. What was she going to do? She had already made up her mind not to cheat on her husband again.
"Tommy," she said firmly, "you'll have to leave. I really regret what we did this afternoon, and I'm not going to do it again. I love my husband, and I don't believe in being unfaithful to him."
Tommy didn't move. He stood there and grinned at her, as if he didn't believe a word she said. Donna didn't know what to do. She'd already made her position perfectly clear, but it appeared that Tommy wouldn't take no for an answer. She could hardly pick him up and throw him out-he was much too big and strong.
"Please, Tommy," she said weakly.
"Aw, come off it, Mrs. Davis," the boy laughed. "You know damn well you got off on it this afternoon, and you'll get off on it again. Why don't we just go in the bedroom?"
Donna blushed furiously. The smart-alec kid really thought he had her number. And who could blame him for being so confident? That afternoon she'd begged for his fucking, told him how much she liked it. Naturally he expected her to be just as eager this time.
"I'm sorry, Tommy," she said, "but I mean it; I'm not going to get involved with you. Now please leave."
Tommy's grin finally faded. From the way Mrs. Davis had behaved with him just a few hours ago, he'd fully expected her to hop right into bed with him. She'd loved his fucking and had kept pleading for more of it. Now she was cold as an iceberg. The bewildered boy couldn't understand it.
"Hey, come on, Mrs. Davis," he whined. "I'm really horny for you."
"No, Tommy," she said firmly. She started for the door, intending to usher him out.
Something inside Tommy snapped. His urgent lust was almost painful, and he just had to do something about it. It wasn't fair of Mrs. Davis to encourage him one time and then drop him. It wasn't fair to raise his hopes and then leave him high and dry. He wasn't going to let her get away with it.
He strode toward the door, grabbed Donna around the waist, and quickly wrestled her to the rug. She was so taken by surprise that she had no time to react. The next thing she knew, they were on the floor, she on her back and Tommy on top of her.
"Tommy," she cried, "this is outrageous. Stop it at once."
He didn't stop it. Instead he kissed her savagely, grinding his mouth hard against hers, forcing her lips open. His slick tongue darted into her mouth. Donna gave a muffled cry and pushed as hard as she could at his shoulders, but she couldn't escape his kiss. She felt the steel-hard line of his stiff young cock rubbing against her muff.
Now what to do? Tommy obviously was determined not to leave till he'd satisfied himself with her body. She could try fighting him off, but she knew she'd lose. And the dilemma was all of her own making. If she hadn't given in to him that afternoon, he wouldn't be expecting to ball her now.
Finally she managed to wrench her face away from his kiss and gasped, "Tommy, I'm telling you-I don't want to make love. Please, please leave me alone."
"No way," the boy snarled. "You fucked me today and loved it. It's not fair to turn me down now. We're gonna ball again, lady, and I'm not leaving till we do."
He seized the belt of her robe and quickly tugged it open. He pulled open the robe and gawked hungrily at Donna's gorgeous mature figure. Under the robe she was wearing only a skimpy set of black lace bikini panties and bra. He grabbed for the bra. "Tommy, NO," Donna screamed.
But there was no stopping the lust-crazed teenager. He seized her tiny bra with one hand and tore it right off. Her big round creamy-pale tits wobbled into their natural firm thrust, the dainty pink nipples dancing. Tommy moaned and buried his flushed hot face against her big silky tits.
"Oh, my God," Donna whimpered.
He had some kind of wrestling hold on her, pinning her legs with his. He held her arms firmly to her sides. She couldn't escape, no matter how she struggled. The blond boy nuzzled her hot satin skinned jugs, kissing and licking. His scorching breath fanned her naked boobs. Then she felt him drawing one soft pink nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped.
It felt so good to have her tits sucked. Bill almost never did that any more, hadn't done it for years. In their dull aging marriage there was almost no foreplay at all, but Tommy, a mere youngster, knew instinctively how to arouse her. He knew better than to just jump on her and fuck her. He knew enough to go slowly, to build her excitement.
And there was no smarter way to begin than this hot noisy sucking of her tender little nipple. Donna felt instant excitement, little buzzes of pleasure that streaked right down to her pussy. She'd been determined not to get aroused around Tommy again, but he was making it damned difficult. He sucked faster and faster on her pretty rosy-pink nipple.
Donna felt her nipple stiffening in his mouth. Tommy felt it, too, and he let the rigid pink bud slip from his lips and dived for the other nipple. Donna gasped as he sucked it into the scorching heat and delicious wetness of his mouth. In spite of all her vows of fidelity, she felt her pussy getting warm and moist and swollen.
"Oh, Tommy, you've got to stop," she moaned. "I don't want to do this-I really don't."
Tommy's response was to suck even harder and faster on her sensitive little nipple until it got just as stiff and throbbing as the other one. He'd learned that afternoon to be patient, to keep trying to arouse Mrs. Davis till she got so horny that she forgot the voice of her conscience. He knew she'd give in to him, if he could only arouse her enough.
When her pretty little nipple was stiff in his mouth, he let it go, scooted back a little, and grabbed for her skimpy black lace panties. Mrs. Davis squeaked in alarm and tried to pull his hands away, but he was too strong for her. He ripped the panties in half, exposing her adorable little coppery bush.
"Oh, my God, Tommy," she moaned, red-faced with shame, "this is rape, don't you know that?"
"Call it whatever you want," Tommy panted, "but I gotta have you, I just GOTTA."
He reached down and seized the fat slick lump of her clit. He remembered from that afternoon how wildly excited she'd gotten when he played with that funny little lump of flesh. He got it between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it briskly, just like he'd done before. Mrs. Davis gasped and went pink in the face.
"Oh, Tommy, nooooo," she squealed.
Tommy went right on frigging her moist hot clit. He watched the amazing transformation that took place. Mrs. Davis had looked stern and cold, but now her pretty face softened and her blue eyes rolled dazedly. Her little pink tongue flashed out to lick her lips. She gave little shrill cries of pleasure.
Best of all, he felt her hot sticky cunt-juice dribbling out to wet his hand.
"Noooooo," she whined.
But her voice was feeble. She felt such devastating pleasure that she couldn't put much conviction into her protests. Tommy's kneading fingers felt fantastically good on her ever-horny little clit. And Bill never did anything like that to her in bed. She just wasn't prepared for it.
Now that she thought about it, Bill never touched her below the waist. He could have aroused her so hotly, even gotten her off, if only he'd played with her clit and cunt and pussy. But he was an old-fashioned husband and didn't believe in that sort of thing. Damn him, anyhow! If he'd only used his imagination in bed, she wouldn't be lusting for a teenage boy right now. She wouldn't have given Tommy a second glance.
But instead she was in real danger of being unfaithful again. Tommy frigged her clit ever faster and harder, and her pussy grew molten-hot, swollen, and wet. Her hungry little cunt gushed a steady river of juice that soaked the boy's hand. With every passing second her urge to be fucked got stronger and more overwhelming.
Tommy was aware of it, too-she could tell by looking at him. He was straddling her, busily kneading her joy button, and he was grinning lustily. The crotch of his jeans was hugely, grotesquely tented with a fierce hard-on. He probably thought he was going to stick that stiff young cock in her cunt pretty soon. Well, he could be right.
If she didn't get control of herself, right away, she knew she'd let him ball her. She summoned up the image of Bill-good old faithful Bill-and that gave her the strength to push hard at Tommy's chest and tumble him right off her. The astonished boy landed on his back. Donna leaped to her feet, and the tattered halves of her bra and panties slipped to the floor.
She started running down the hall, intending to lock herself in her bedroom. But Tommy's reactions were too quick. He was right behind her. Donna reached the bedroom, opened the door-and that was as far as she got. Tommy seized her from behind and held her. She sobbed and struggled, in vain. The panting boy carried her over to the king-size bed.
"Tommy, put me down," Donna wept. "Please don't do this. We'll both be sorry for it."
"Bullshit," Tommy chuckled.
He knew HE wouldn't be sorry. What Mrs. Davis felt was her own problem, not his. All he could think about was her deliciously hot juicy cunt and how great it would feel to plunge his cock in there again. He dropped her on the bed, seized her robe, and started to pull it off.
Donna gasped and rolled away from him, but he kept his grip on her robe, and the garment came right off. Totally naked, Donna moaned and tried to cover her tits and bush. Tommy kicked off his sneakers, pulled off his t-shirt, and skinned out of his jeans.
Donna gawked. The boy had a magnificent body, no denying it. His skin was sleek and firm and well-muscled, his shoulders broad in contrast to his slim hips and ass. His fine young cock pointed right at the ceiling, thick and stiff and ready, the swollen purple head leaking bright bubbles of juice. His rosy hairless balls were swollen and round.
She was so hypnotized by the sight of his marvelous young body that she didn't move fast enough. Tommy dived for her, caught her, and climbed onto her, pinning her down on her back. His naked cock rubbed fiercely against her curly little bush, and his hard chest flattened her big throbbing tits. He embraced her tightly and began planting hard hungry kisses on her mouth.
It felt intensely exciting to have his naked body pressed against hers, and for a moment Donna was carried away on a wave of dizzying lust. She allowed Tommy to plunge his thick wet tongue deep into her mouth, to run his eager hot hands all over her silky-skinned curvy body. Her eager cunt gushed an enormous load of steamy juice that overflowed her snug twat and soaked her pussy and thighs.
I want him, she thought dizzily, oh, God, how I want him.
Once more, grimly, she summoned-up the image of Bill, driving his truck on some lonely road, no doubt thinking of her and of how badly he wanted to get home. How could she possibly fuck another man at a time like that? She shook herself out of her lusty daze and began pushing at Tommy's shoulders, trying to tumble him off her body.
Tommy moaned in frustration. He'd taken all that time to arouse Mrs. Davis, and she was STILL resisting him. He'd just have to try again. He worked his hand down between their tight-pressed bodies, wriggled a finger between the furry lips of her bush, and touched the red-hot button of her clit. He began to massage the wet bud and, as he'd expected, Mrs. Davis moaned and stopped struggling.
"Ooooooo," she squealed.
Tommy was grateful for that magic button, whatever it was. The instant he started rubbing her there, Mrs. Davis got all hot and horny. He rubbed faster, and he felt her fiery-hot cunt-cream gushing out over his finger. Her thighs slowly parted. Her hands dropped from his shoulders, and she gave a low hoarse moan.
"Oh, Tommy, don't do this to me," she whimpered. "Don't make me do something I'll regret."
But Tommy had-every intention of doing it. He kept rubbing the hot moist lump of her clit, keeping her in a state of breathless arousal, and with another finger he explored the slick steamy depths of her pussy. He found the small hot mouth of her cunt and slowly eased his stiff middle finger inside.
"OOOOOOO," Donna wailed.
He was putting his finger right up her cunt, and it felt marvelous. It was like taking a slim stiff cock. He kept frigging her horny little joy button, too, making her pleasure doubly intense. She moaned helplessly as he worked his finger all the way to the last knuckle in her hungry wet twat.
Tommy moaned, too, as he felt the fiery heat and wetness of her cunt around his probing finger. Her satiny cunt walls gripped his finger greedily as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. He could hardly wait to sink his swollen dick into that delicious little nest, but he sensed that Mrs. Davis still wasn't ready to let him fuck her.
Instinctively Tommy began to finger-fuck her, working his stiff middle finger briskly up and down in cock-like motions, stuffing her molten-hot box again and again. It worked. Mrs. Davis moaned hoarsely and creamed a huge flood of juice around his jerking finger. She clawed the bed in her excitement.
"Oh, God," Donna whined, "OHHHHH."
She was only human, and she just couldn't resist that kind of pleasure. Tommy was frigging her clit and cunt at the same time, and her whole hungry pussy seemed to melt with lust. She wanted to be balled so badly, she could have screamed. Desperately she thought of a way to save herself from guilt.
"T-Tommy, wait," she gasped. "I have an idea. We can't fuck-I just won't do that to Bill. But I can bring you off. Just let me up. I promise, I'll make you come."
Tommy's curiosity got the best of him, and he withdrew his hand from her pussy and rolled off her, onto his back. Donna quickly knelt beside him, her big full tits quivering, her long flame colored hair tousled. She curled her fingers around his stiff-standing cock and began to pump it fast and hard.
"There, you see?" she panted. "I'll make you come."
Donna was satisfied with her plan-it would relieve the boy's lust and keep her faithful to Bill. But Tommy didn't go for the idea at all. Shit, he could do all that himself! He'd been jacking off for years. To him it was just kid stuff. What he wanted was a juicy tight cunt all around his swollen cock.
"NO," he growled.
He reached out to grab Donna, and she gasped and let go of his prick. She started to crawl away from him, presenting him with her adorable little round ass, not to mention an enticing glimpse of her gleaming pink slit. Tommy couldn't resist the chance. He knew that dogs, not people, usually fucked in that position, but this wasn't a time to be choosy.
"OHHHHH," Donna gasped.
Tommy had dropped to his knees behind her, seized her hips, and was battering the hard hot head of his cock against her slick swollen pussy. She tried to wrench away, but he held her firmly. He panted and hammered away with his eager stiff cock, and at last the fat purple prick-head rammed into the slick little mouth of Donna's cunt.
"Aw, Jesus, YEAH," Tommy wailed.
"OOOOOOO," Donna squealed.
Her twat was already so slick with cream that there was no stopping the fierce thrust of his cock. He pushed all the way to her womb, his rock-hard cock-head stabbing her roughly. His swollen hot nut sacs spanked her pert little ass. Still gripping her hips tightly, keeping her in place, he started to fuck her hard and fast.
That was when Donna stopped fighting. The damage was done, his cock was in her, and there was nothing more she could do. She totally gave in to the stunning pleasure of the teenager's rough tireless fucking. She was so horny that she felt herself coming in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHHH," she cried, "YES. Yes, Tommy, fuck me hard. FAST. Oh, God, I'm going to come. Yes, yes, I'M COMING."
Tommy felt her fiery-hot cunt gripping and squeezing his swollen meat, but he gritted his teeth and managed not to come. He wanted to give Mrs.
Davis the fuck of her life, so she'd be eager for more. When her spasms finally died down, he spoke to her in a hoarse lusty voice: "You want me to bring you off again?"
"Oh, yes, darling," Donna moaned, "yes, keep fucking me. I love it, Tommy. Don't stop."
Tommy grinned triumphantly and began working his cock in her again.
CHAPTER FOUR
After an hour of furious love-making, it was finally over. Tommy and Donnie lay exhausted in each other's arms. Once again Donna felt total sexual satisfaction-and once again she experienced crushing guilt.
How could she have done such a thing to Bill? Now that her lust was appeased, it seemed incredible that she could have cheated on her well-loved husband, especially with a seventeen-year-old boy. She cursed herself for being so weak and vowed that it would never happen again.
Tommy glanced at the bedside clock and exclaimed, "Oh, wow, it's almost midnight. I better get home before my parents have a fit."
He leaped off the bed and began to dress. Wistfully Donna admired his naked body, vowing that this would be the last time. She'd miss that firm silky skin, that adolescent energy, and most of all she'd miss Tommy's stiff and ready cock. But Bill just did not deserve an adulterous wife.
"What time do you want me to come to work tomorrow, Mrs. Davis?" Tommy said.
Donna sighed and said, "I don't think I'll need your help any more, Tommy, and it's better that we stay away from each other. Please try to understand how guilty I feel about all this."
Tommy tried to hide his disappointment. He had a big crush on Mrs. Davis by now, and he desperately wanted to go on being her lover. But he heard the sincerity in her voice and knew that it would be better for her if they didn't go on being lovers. At least he'd had the adventure of making love to her twice.
"Okay, Mrs. Davis," he sighed, "whatever you say. But if you change your mind, just call me."
Donna was sad to see him go. Tommy might just have been her only satisfying sexual experience for the rest of her life. But she was determined not to make a joke of her marriage. When Bill got back, she'd urge him to change. Somehow things would work out. Donna fell into a sound sleep.
When she woke, she was achingly horny. It was always like that lately. Even though Tommy had fucked her for a whole hour the night before, making her come again and again, her lust had returned in full force by morning. And now there'd be no eager teenage lover to take care of it. Donna moaned and got up to dress.
She wondered how she was going to keep her mind off sex until Bill got home. It was so hard to ignore that nagging longing in her pussy. It seemed as if all she could think about was cocks and fucking-and Tommy's superb young cock in particular. Reading, television, housework-none of it could distract her from her continual sexual starvation.
Donna decided to concentrate on preparing a huge feast for Bill's first night home, including all his favorite foods. She phoned the local grocery and put in her order, not wanting to take time off from the remodeling project. About an hour later the doorbell rang. Donna answered it and found a young grocery delivery boy standing on the front porch.
"You Mrs. Davis?" he said with a devastating smile.
"Yes, I am," Donna said. "You must be new. I haven't seen you on the route before."
"Yeah, my name's Mark," the kid said. "Where do you want me to put these groceries, ma'am?"
"Bring them into the kitchen, please, Mark," Donna said. "Just follow me."
Carrying two heavy bags of groceries, the boy followed her to the kitchen. Like Tommy, he was dazzled with her good looks. Donna was wearing skin-tight jeans and t-shirt which showed off her gorgeous figure. Mark couldn't keep his eyes off her pert little round ass which wiggled enticingly in the tight jeans.
Donna was thinking about him, too. He really was an attractive boy. Perhaps eighteen, he was tall, well-proportioned, and had handsome even features. His longish hair was thick and brown and clean. She caught herself wondering how he'd look without his clothes-then told' herself firmly to stop it.
"Just set those bags on the table, Mark," she said. "How much do I owe you?"
"Uh, twenty-one dollars and thirty cents," the boy said, consulting the receipt. He was frantically trying to think of an excuse to hang around with this beautiful older woman. He watched hungrily as Donna found her purse and began writing out a check.
She was gorgeous, all right. That tight little shirt did nothing at all to hide her magnificent big jugs, and the whole snug outfit more than did justice to her lovely body. Mark thought wistfully of how he'd like to take her to bed. Of course he didn't stand a ghost of a chance with her. Or did he?
"Gee, it's hot," he sighed. "It's only noon, and already I'm sweating."
"Oh, how rude of me," Donna exclaimed. "I should have offered you something to drink. How about some lemonade?"
"That would be great," Mark said with a big grin.
He wasn't really that hot. He'd just wanted an excuse to stay longer. He took a seat at the kitchen table and watched Donna intently as she poured the lemonade. He wondered where her husband was, how long he'd be gone, or if she even had a husband. Most of all, he wondered if she ever fooled around.
"Here you go, Mark," Donna said.
As she leaned down to hand him his glass, he managed to rub his arm against the sharp peak of her left tit. The contact was brief, but in that short moment he felt her nipple stiffen. Donna turned red in the face and quickly drew back. She took a seat next to him and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. But Mark knew better.
Mark was not without experience. He'd worked as a grocery delivery boy in another part of town, and quite a few lonely old women had come on to him. In fact one reason he'd changed routes was that he had too many demanding lovers-he just couldn't take care of all that business. So he knew the signs of a sex-starved woman. It seemed incredible, but it looked like beautiful Mrs. Davis was one of them.
"You're married, I suppose?" Mark said casually.
"Yes, my husband's a trucker," Donna replied. "He's on the road now."
Then she reddened again. Why had she told the boy that Bill was away? It sounded like a blatant invitation to get it on. She was still embarrassed about her reaction when the boy had accidentally grazed her breast with his arm. She'd felt instant excitement, and her nipple had stiffened right up. WHY must she behave like such a slut?
"I bet it gets lonely for you when your husband's on the road, huh?" Mark was saying.
The words sounded all too familiar. It was the same come-on Tommy had used. But though she found Mark terribly sexy, and though she was frantically horny, Donna was determined to short-circuit his flirtation. She looked at him coldly-at least as coldly as she could manage.
"I get by," she said.
Mark saw that he was going too fast, and he decided to try another tactic. Reaching out for his glass of lemonade, he "accidentally" spilled it right into his lap.
"Oh, hell," the boy exclaimed. "How am I gonna complete my route with wet pants?"
"I'll try to clean it up," Donna said. She got a towel and began to rub the wet spot on his jeans. It was a pretty big spot, and most of it was on his crotch. Mark just sat back and grinned. It wasn't a bad deal at all, having a beautiful lady rub his cock. He had an excellent view of her tits, too. The big globes were just inches away, quivering delicately with Donna's movements.
Unfortunately for Mark, he couldn't control everything about that delicious scene. He was hotly turned on to Donna already, and when she began rubbing his crotch, it was just too much. His eager young cock sprang into stiffness. Mark inwardly cursed himself. He was always getting cock-stands at inappropriate times.
Donna first felt the growing hard-on, then saw it. She felt something pushing against her hand as she mopped the stain. She lifted the towel and looked. Her face flamed as she watched the boy's fly become tented with a fierce cock-stand. His prick and balls seemed to swell almost to bursting.
Donna moved away. "Uh, maybe I'd just better throw your jeans in the dryer," she said. "It wouldn't take more than half an hour to dry that stain."
"Good idea," Mark said, barely containing his glee. Now he was really going to blow her mind. She probably didn't dream that he wasn't wearing shorts. "Here, I'll have them off in a second," he said.
He stood-where Donna could see him clearly-and unzipped his fly. Quickly he dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and handed them to Donna. She accepted the jeans automatically, then froze and gawked. Very slowly her pretty face turned almost as red as her hair.
To Donna's mortification, the kid wasn't wearing any shorts. He stood there in just his t-shirt, his fiercely stiff cock poking out lewdly. It lay flat against his belly, aimed at the ceiling, a superb thick column of pale blue-veined flesh capped with a thick purple head. His dick was a good seven inches long, his balls rosy and hairless and swollen.
"I-I-I'll just throw these in the dryer," Donna stammered.
She hurried across the room and put the wet jeans in the dryer. Mark came right after her, his swollen cock wagging obscenely. He knew he might get his face slapped for what he was about to do, but he just couldn't resist. With a gorgeous sexy woman like Mrs. Davis, it was well worth the risk.
As Donna bent over the dryer, Mark snuck up behind her and shoved his steel-hard cock between her legs.
"OH," Donna gasped.
She froze in her bent-over position, hardly able to believe what was happening. The grocery boy, Mark, had had the colossal nerve to thrust his stiff cock between her legs. She felt the thick hard meat rubbing against her pussy, throbbing vigorously, radiating heat. She experienced a dizzying wave of lust.
"If you'll just drop your jeans, Mrs. Davis, I'd be glad to give you some of this," the boy said hoarsely.
For a brief second Donna imagined how it would be if she accepted his invitation. It would be so easy. Just let her jeans and panties drop, and she could have that magnificent thick young cock in her cunt. God knows she needed it urgently. She was hotly tempted to do it. But then she thought of Bill.
She whirled around, her face flaming with indignation. "Mark, how dare you," she cried. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. I'm a married woman-and I'm old enough to be your mother."
Mark just grinned and shrugged. "Well, you can't blame a guy for trying," he said.
"Oh, yes, I can," Donna snapped. "Now, please sit down at the table so I won't have to look at that-uh... "
"Hard-on," Mark said, completing the sentence for her. "How come you don't wanta see it, Mrs. Davis? It's for you."
"Oh, my God," Donna moaned. "You stay here till your pants are dry. I'm going in the living room."
She hurried down the hall, wanting to get herself away from temptation as fast as possible. The sight of that superb young cock, stiff and ready for business, was driving her crazy with lust. She'd felt so aroused when he put it between her legs that she was still quivering.
Just as she reached the living room, Mark, who'd come up silently behind her, grabbed her and wrestled her to the rug. Donna went down hard, the breath knocked out of her. Before she could recover her senses, Mark was tugging down her jeans and panties. He got them completely off, exposing her pretty little muff.
"Hey, you're a real redhead," he chuckled.
"MARK," Donna gasped.
She started to sit up, but too late. Mark threw himself onto her, again forcing the breath from her lungs. As she fought her dizziness, he did an incredible thing. He scooted down her body, pulled her legs wide open, and thrust his face right into her steamy little pussy.
"Mark, what are you DOING?" Donna squealed. "Stop that right now. It's dirty, it's disgusting, it's... OHHHHHH."
Mark had begun to lick her clit, and it was the most mind-blowing pleasure she'd ever felt in her life.
Donna moaned hoarsely and went limp. No one had ever gone down on her before, and she was completely unprepared for how great it felt. Mark's hot wet tongue lapped steadily back and forth over her highly sensitive love-bud, tickling and teasing, and the violent pleasure seemed to melt her whole body. She couldn't resist, didn't want to resist.
Mark had learned a lot from the lonely older women who'd seduced him, and one thing he'd learned was how to turn a chick on fast. He'd been taught the whole art of pussy-eating by his older lovers, and he knew it was the quickest way to melt a woman's resistance. He was glad as hell now that he'd learned it, because it was working perfectly with Mrs. Davis.
He flicked his tongue-tip steadily back and forth over her scalding-hot little clit, and she seemed overcome with pleasure. She stopped fighting, let her legs hang limply open, and moaned softly. Soon he felt the first hot spurt of her cunt-cream on his chin. Mrs. Davis began quivering and clawing the rug.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, "ohhhhhh."
She felt vaguely ashamed of herself for giving in so easily, but then she'd never had her pussy eaten before. Naturally Bill, with all his Victorian notions about love-making, would never have considered giving her any head. She felt a burst of anger and resentment towards her husband. They'd missed out on years of fantastic fun in bed because of his out-dated ideas.
But she didn't think about Bill for long. Soon she was aware of nothing but the dizzying pleasure of having her clit licked. That rosy little bud was the most sensitive part of her body, and it responded ravenously to Mark's expert tonguing. Donna wished the blissful sensations would go on forever.
Mark knew he was close to conquering her completely, but he wanted to make sure. Now that he'd gone this far, it would really be a shame to blow it. He wanted to ball this gorgeous older woman in the worst way, so it would pay to get her fully prepared, hot and eager and ready. He jammed his mouth onto her wet hot joy button and began to suck it hard and fast.
"AHHHHHHH," Donna wailed.
When Mark began to suck her clit, she almost blacked out with the first explosion of pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it in her life, nothing nearly as good. She had no will at all to fight it. She threw her legs open as wide as she could, bending them back at the knees, and let the boy go to town on her horny little love-bud. Her cunt-cream boiled out to soak his face.
"Oh, my God, it's so GOOD," she moaned.
Mark chuckled, knowing he'd conquered her resistance. Good old pussy-eating worked every time. Sometimes the older women on his route would ball him once, then get the guilts and refuse to fuck him again. Then he'd go down on them-and they'd quickly change their minds. Mrs. Davis was certainly changing hers in a hurry.
"Oh, ohhh, OHHHH," Donna wailed.
Slowly she arched her pussy upward, feeding Mark her fiery-hot little clit, getting all the delicious friction she could from his sucking lips.
His clit-eating was loud and wet, a lewd slurping noise that filled the room. Even that wicked sound turned her on. She felt very close to coming.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, "don't stop. Bring me off, PLEASE."
The moment Mark heard that, he stopped sucking her clit. He wanted to get her hotly excited, but he didn't want her to come-not yet. He wanted her to need his cock so badly that she'd beg for it. He drew his mouth away, and Donna quivered with horny frustration. He let her writhe for a moment, then dived for her pussy again.
This time he ignored her frantically lusty clit and licked deeper into her red-hot steamy gash. His slick tongue explored the pulpy folds of her pussy, tickling and lapping, and Donna moaned ecstatically. He licked downward till he found the oozing little mouth of her cunt. He began to rim it swiftly with the stiff tip of his tongue.
"Ahhhhh, GOD," Donna shrieked.
His slippery tongue-tip, swiftly rimming the very mouth of her starved little cunt, made her hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She thrust her pussy up urgently, aching for something thick and hard in her cunt. Her twat-cream gushed out onto his tongue, and he lapped up the fragrant juice and ate it.
Then, to her delight, Mark began to ease his long thick tongue right up her box.
"Ooooooo," she wailed, "OOOOOO."
She reached out and curled her fingers tightly in the boy's hair, urging him to thrust his tongue even deeper in her frantically horny cunt. He did, working his thick tongue-meat clear to the root in her fiery-hot juicy box. Donna writhed around it, moaning hoarsely. It felt so great to have his tongue up her cunt that she almost came.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, "put your tongue in me. Make me come."
Mark began to fuck her with his tongue, jerking the thick wet meat swiftly up and down. Donna moaned steadily, her molten-hot cunt-cream gushing around his tongue. She kept her steamy little gash thrust right into his face, obviously ready to come at any second. But when she began to stiffen and pant, right on the brink of orgasm, Mark whipped his tongue out of her cunt.
While Donna lay there dazed and panting, he quickly knelt between her wide-flung legs and wedged the fat purple head of his dick into her snug wet cunt-mouth. He pushed slowly into her, remaining on his knees so he could watch her reaction. He saw her big blue eyes roll crazily as she took his cock, and then she gave a long hoarse moan of ecstasy.
"Oh, my God, YES," she panted, "yes, fuck me. Ball me. I want it. Oh, Christ, how I want it."
Mark grinned triumphantly. His boldness and persistence had paid off, and now he was balling the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. Her red-hot juicy little cunt was the best he'd ever fucked, too. It gripped his swollen dick deliciously, and her cream boiled around him. He pushed into her as far as he could, till his nut sacs grazed her slick hot gash.
"You like this, Mrs. Davis?" he panted.
"Oh, yes, Mark," she whined, "yes, I love it. Do it to me HARD, please."
"Whatever you say," he chuckled.
He lowered himself onto her and began to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. He feared he was being too rough, but Mrs. Davis seemed to love it that way. She clung to him hard and jerked her eager little pussy in time to his strokes. In less than a minute he felt her cunt tighten around his cock, and she wailed and started to come.
"OHHHHHHHH," Donna cried, "OHHHHH, YES."
Mark could easily have shot his load then, but he forced himself to hold back. He sensed that the wonderful redhead was capable of many orgasms and that she'd be intensely grateful if he gave them to her. He suspected her husband hadn't been doing his job in bed. All the better for Mark-he'd be delighted to help her out.
Donna came again and again, writhing ecstatically around the boy's wonderfully thick and tireless cock. This was the kind of fucking she needed-hard, fast, and prolonged-the kind of fucking her husband wouldn't give her. She glutted herself on it and begged for more.
"Don't stop," she wailed, "don't stop fucking me. I want more. MORE... "
CHAPTER FIVE
An hour passed, and Mark lay exhausted in Donna's arms. "Wow, Mrs. Davis," he sighed, "I'd sure like to stay longer, but I, uh, better finish my grocery-route." He hurriedly dressed and left.
No sooner was he out the door than Donna burst into tears. "Oh, my God," she sobbed, "I've done it again. What's the matter with me? What am I going to do?"
It seemed as if her lust for teenage boys was incurable. Only this morning she'd vowed not to see Tommy again-only to end up making wild love with Mark, another kid young enough to be her son. She wondered how she was going to face Bill when he came home.
Donna took a long bath and thought things over. Her conclusions were no different than before. She knew that she was starved for decent sex and that her husband wasn't doing anything about it. But many women must have the same problem, and THEY didn't go around seducing adolescent boys. Why couldn't SHE keep her urges under control?
Feeling depressed and unhappy, Donna got into her comfortably old bathrobe and mixed herself a strong drink. She reclined on the couch and tried to watch television, but her mind kept wandering. She was wondering how she could possibly make Bill into a better lover. She knew now that something had to be done about their sex life. Otherwise she was going to go on getting into trouble.
About eight o'clock the doorbell rang. By now Donna had had several drinks, and she felt a little unsteady as she walked to the door. She flung it open, and there was Mark, grinning and eager. Before Donna could say a word, he brushed past her into the living room. Donna hastily shut the front door so the neighbors wouldn't see him. She didn't want them telling Bill that she'd been entertaining young men at night.
"Now, just a moment, Mark," she began.
The excited boy didn't even hear her. "Can we do it in the bedroom this time, Mrs. Davis?" he said eagerly. "Boy, I could hardly wait to get back to you, but I had to finish my route and have dinner. And I have to be home by midnight, so we better get going."
Donna blushed deeply. It seemed that both Tommy and Mark took it for granted that she'd hop into bed with them any time of day or night. And she couldn't blame them for thinking that way. She'd made love to them before, gone wild with pleasure, and begged for more. Naturally they assumed she'd always be ready to fuck them.
"Mark, listen to me," she said. "We shouldn't have made love today. I'm a married woman, and I love my husband. I feel terrible about being unfaithful to him. I don't want to do it again. I understand your feelings, but please try to understand mine."
Mark gawked at her. From the way she'd acted that afternoon, he'd been positive that she'd want to see him again. Never had he had a more passionate and eager lover than Donna. From his experience with other older women, he could tell that this lovely redhead was starved for sex. So it totally surprised him when she refused to sleep with him again.
"Hey, now, wait a minute, Mrs. Davis," he said. "I don't get it. You really wanted to ball this afternoon. You can't change that fast."
Donna hung her head. "It's true that I wanted it," she said sheepishly, "but that doesn't mean it's right. My husband is a wonderful man, and I feel terrible about cheating on him. I just can't bring myself to do it again."
"Aw, that's no big deal," Mark said with a grin. "Your husband doesn't ever have to know about it."
"But I'd know," Donna sighed, "and I couldn't live with my conscience. Please, Mark, you'd better go now."
Mark wasn't about to leave. All evening he'd been thinking about Donna-her passionate embraces, her wonderfully hot snug cunt-and he'd arrived hotly horny, aching to ball her again. His adolescent lust was too powerful to ignore. By hook or by crook he was going to get this beautiful older woman into bed again.
"Hey, don't be so uptight," he said, moving closer to her. "It's no big deal. What your husband doesn't know won't hurt him."
He swept Donna into his arms and kissed her hard. She whimpered and struggled, but he managed to force his tongue into her hot juicy little mouth. He rubbed his stiff young cock against her belly, letting her know how urgently he needed her. He was sure she really wanted to ball him, if only he could break through her resistance.
And he was right. As he kissed her hotly and she felt the rock-hard line of his cock, Donna was once more seething with horny need. Those cocktails hadn't helped her resistance, either. She felt lightheaded and daring. It was hard to concentrate on Bill and her marriage when her boiling little twat seemed so much more important.
Not that the voice of her conscience was completely silenced by the liquor. It was still there, telling her that adultery was wrong, that Bill deserved her fidelity, and that it was terribly wicked of her to get the hots for teenage boys. But the three drinks she'd had made the nagging voice faint and blurry, and they'd increased the urgency of her lust.
"Mark, no," she said feebly.
"Aw, come on," the boy panted. "Just one more fuck won't hurt. I mean, we already did it once, right?"
Donna wanted so much to agree with him, to just melt into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted with her. His stiff young cock, bulging in the fly of his jeans, kept rubbing against her muff and reminding her of the fantastic fuck they'd had that afternoon. She tried to persuade herself that the boy was right-one more fuck wouldn't make things worse.
Mark felt her indecision, and he quickly swept her up in his arms and carried her down the hall. Donna quivered with tension. Her body lusted for the boy, but her mind told her how wicked she was being. Mark carried her toward the big bed, the one she and Bill had shared for the nearly twenty years of their marriage.
"Oh, Mark, I shouldn't be doing this," Donna sobbed. "I feel so terrible about it."
"You'll be feeling great in just a second," the boy assured her.
He set her down on the bed and quickly untied her robe and drew it open. She hadn't bothered with a bra after her bath and was wearing just a tiny pair of white lace bikini panties. Gently Mark drew her panties down and off over her feet. He bent down and kissed the fluffy copper curls of her muff.
"Oh, God," Donna moaned.
Just that single hot kiss against her bush made her limp with longing. She allowed Mark to draw off her robe, then lay there naked and quivering while the handsome teenager quickly undressed. When she saw his magnificent seven-inch cock standing up stiff and ready, she felt a hot burst of cream deep in her hungry little cunt.
She knew she should be fighting her lusty urges, but alcohol had made the difference. It had lowered her resistance, muffled her guilt, and made her feel wildly lusty. Now all she could do was gawk hungrily at the boy's fine thick cock while her frantically eager pussy creamed in horny anticipation. She knew she was going to fuck Mark, knew she wasn't going to fight him any longer.
Mark looked down at her, feasting his eyes on her gorgeous naked body. He'd never balled such a beautiful woman before. His other older lovers had been fat or homely or old enough to be his grandmother, and he'd balled them just for the sake of getting off. With Donna Davis it was different. He was wild for her.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," he sighed.
He wanted to thrust his stiff cock into her right away, but he knew she was nervous and that a good session of pussy-eating would help her out. He got onto the bed and gently pushed her legs open and back. Donna reddened but permitted him to open her legs and stare hungrily at her lovely gleaming pink slit.
"Even your pussy's beautiful," Mark chuckled.
Donna blushed more hotly. No man, not even Bill, had really studied her gash the way Mark was doing. It was embarrassing and at the same time wickedly exciting. Bill never touched her pussy or went down on her, making her think that her slit must be disgusting and dirty. But Mark let her know that it was as beautiful as the rest of her, and that made Donna feel even more urgently lusty for him.
Mark studied the moist pink flesh of her gash, its delicate fringe of coppery curls, and the plump rosy lips of her twat. He saw the fat red bump of her clit, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt, and the little light brown wrinkled mouth of her asshole. It all made his mouth water. With a horny moan he flopped down between her thighs and thrust his face into her pussy.
"Oh, God, Mark, YES," Donna cried.
Thanks to the drinks, she felt no inhibitions this time. She felt only hot eagerness as the boy began to tongue her slit. She whimpered with excitement as he licked all over her steamy little crotch, and her hot sticky cunt-cream started to flow immediately. Nothing in the world, she decided, felt as wonderful as having her pussy eaten.
"Yes, yes, darling, that feels so good," she moaned.
Mark knew he was off to an excellent start, and he determined to make this a session of lovemaking that Donna would never forget. He used every trick he knew to turn her on. He licked hard and fast all over her tasty little gash, then settled down to concentrate on her clit, the most receptive organ of her body.
"Oooooo," Donna squealed.
She felt the boy's stiff fiery-hot tongue-tip lapping quickly back and forth over her horny little joy button. It felt marvelous. Hot bursts of pleasure ripped through her pussy with every stroke of his tongue. She let her legs fall wide open for him, bending them back at the knees. She could think of nothing now but the fantastic joy of having her clit licked.
"Yes, yes, YES," she whimpered.
Mark flicked her moist hot love-bud roughly back and forth with the tip of his tongue. But that was just for openers. When he had her quivering with pleasure and whimpering steadily, he pressed his lips against the hot little lump and started to suck. Donna's body arched up sharply as she reacted to the first stunning blast of pleasure.
"Ah, God, YES," she wailed, "suck meeee."
Mark had her highly sensitive clit caught between his lips and was sucking fast and hard on it. He tickled it with his tongue and bathed it with his steamy-hot spit. His sucking was lewdly loud, a wet slurping noise that filled the room. Donna adored every second of it. Her molten cunt-juice gushed out to soak his chin.
"Ahhhhh," she cried, "AHHHHH."
That afternoon Mark had eaten her pussy to get her aroused, not to make her come. This time it was different. She was already aroused and eager, and he wanted to blow her mind with his lovemaking. He wanted to make her come again and again, so that she'd never forget how good her teenage lover was in bed. He sucked unrelentingly on her swollen throbbing love-bud, and soon she was hovering on the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, my God, I think I'm going to come," Donna cried shrilly. "Yes, yes, darling, just a little more. A little more... AHHHHHH."
Mark's furiously sucking lips brought her off. Her tiny stiff clit seemed to explode with pleasure right in his mouth. She wailed and writhed helplessly. Mark went right on sucking her squirting love-bud, making her climax doubly intense. Her boiling-hot twat-cream flooded out and soaked his face.
Finally her spasms quieted and she lay limp and panting. Mark came up for air, grinning and wiping her cream from his face. "You really got off," he said. "Doesn't your husband ever go down on you?"
"No," Donna sighed.
Once more she felt a flash of resentment against Bill. He could have made their sex life a lot more exciting and satisfying, if only he'd bothered to overcome his silly inhibitions. It seemed ridiculous and unfair that she'd had to wait twenty years to have her pussy eaten. Why, this eighteen-year-old kid was a better lover than her husband.
"You want me to eat your pussy some more?" Mark said with a grin.
Donna blushed but managed to say, "Yes, please, Mark. I'd like that very much."
He'd intended to do it anyway, but it turned him on to have her ask for it. Eagerly he thrust his face into her steamy wet pussy. Donna moaned and slammed her slit against his face, silently urging him to eat her. This time he ignored her clit and began to rim the oozing little mouth of her cunt, zipping his stiff tongue-tip around and around the creamy hot hole.
"Ohhhhh, GOD," Donna whined.
No nagging and troubling thoughts of Bill and her marriage came to her this time. She was conscious only of Mark's rimming tongue-tip and her own eager creaming twat-mouth. Her lovely body quivered with ecstasy as the boy moved his tongue faster and faster around the soaked mouth of her horny little cunt.
Mark waited till she was shivering and whining with need, then suddenly jammed his tongue right up her box.
"OOOOOOO," Donna wailed.
It was so exciting that she damned near came right then and there. Her cunt had ached for something long and stiff, and Mark met her need with his long thick tongue. He thrust it clear to the root in her burning-hot box, pushing in till his chin rubbed her pussy. Donna was in ecstasy. He began to jerk his tongue inside her.
"Oh, yes, darling," she shrieked, "fuck me with your tongue. Oh, ohhh, it's so GOOD."
Mark jerked his thick wet tongue furiously up and down in her tasty wet cunt. Hotly excited, Donna curled her fingers in his hair and clung hard. Her aroused cunt gushed a continuous flood of molten-hot juice, drenching his face. As she quickly rose toward climax, Mark could feel her powerful cunt muscles gripping and squeezing his tongue.
"I love it, I love it," Donna babbled. "Just a little more, darling. Do it to me just a little more. I'm going to come. Yes, YES, OHHHHHH."
As she began to come, Mark redoubled his efforts, slamming his tongue as hard and fast as he could in her gripping convulsing cunt. Donna almost fainted with the pleasure of it. Her delicious spasms seemed to go on and on. When they finally faded, Mark raised his head from her drenched pussy, his face gleaming with her cream.
"Oh, Mark, that was marvelous," Donna sighed.
"I can't believe your old man never does that to you," the boy said wonderingly. "He's really a fool if he doesn't."
"I know," she said wistfully.
Bill was losing her by not being more adventurous in bed, but she hadn't realized that till now. Much as she loved her husband, she couldn't face a lifetime without sexual satisfaction. She knew she'd cheat on him again and again no matter how her conscience bothered her-and that was no kind of marriage.
But she didn't think about Bill for long. Once again Mark was pushing his flushed cream-soaked face into her swollen steamy gash, his lapping tongue teasing and arousing all her most sensitive parts. Her mind went blank to everything but the supreme pleasure of having her pussy licked. She'd just had two body-rocking orgasms, but she was instantly horny again, frantic for the delicious touch of his tongue.
"Ummmmm, YES," she sighed.
Mark had saved his best trick for last. This was something she'd definitely never forget. He grinned wickedly as he licked lower and lower in her tasty hot pussy. He took his time, lapping and kissing and sucking through the hot wet folds of her gash, till at last his slick stiff tongue-tip was rimming the bumpy little mouth of her asshole.
Donna blushed and gasped. "Oh, no, darling, don't lick me THERE," she exclaimed. "You don't have to do that."
Mark paid no attention to her. Some of his more kinky older lovers had taught him that the asshole is just as receptive to pleasure as the rest of the crotch. He zipped his wet tongue-tip around and around the little wrinkled mouth of Donna's brownie. Once her shock had passed, she began to quiver with excitement.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
She really didn't approve of what the boy was doing. She felt it was wicked and dirty of him to lick her brownie. But, dammit, it felt good. It felt fantastically good. She didn't have the will to stop him. Her legs fell open wider and wider as the boy eagerly -rimmed her bumhole.
Then she felt him pushing his thick tongue-meat inside her asshole. He speared her with an inch of slick hot tongue, then thrust hard, filling her tiny tight bumhole with wet throbbing meat. He pushed in clear to the root of his tongue.
"AHHHHHH," Donna wailed.
She was shocked that he should put his tongue up her ass, but it was also the most devastating pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. She couldn't resist it. She flung her legs open as wide as she could and totally submitted to him as he began to work his tongue swiftly up and down in her highly sensitive brownie.
"Oh, ohhhh, OHHHHH," Donna wailed.
Mark slipped his hands under her writhing little butt and held her in place as he furiously tonguefucked her asshole. He could tell she loved every second of it. Her molten-hot cunt-cream flooded out all over his face, and she clawed the bed in her excitement. Her asshole was hot and moist and clinging around his jerking tongue.
"Oh, darling, I love it," Donna whined, "I love your tongue in my ass. Ohhhhh, it's so good, I don't think I can stand it. OHHHHHHH, I'M COMING, OHHHHHH."
Her powerfully squeezing asshole almost flattened his tongue as she came, but Mark managed to go on jerking it in her, intensifying her pleasure. Donna screamed and bucked and clawed the bed, her whole body exploding in ecstasy. It was a long time before she finally sighed and went limp. Then Mark suddenly leaped up and straddled her chest, his ass grazing her big heaving jugs.
"Suck me," he said breathlessly. "Suck my cock."
Donna stared dizzily at his rigid thick prick. She'd never put her mouth on Bill's cock, knowing he wouldn't approve. But secretly she'd longed to touch it, play with it, taste it. Now as she eyed Mark's handsome pale prick, saliva rushed hotly to her mouth. She reached up with trembling fingers and brought his dick to her lips.
"I... I never did this before," she admitted.
"You'll figure out what to do," Mark grinned.
He was right. Her own natural urges carried her along. She stuck out her small wet pink tongue and began to lick the boy's cock, awkwardly at first, then with growing speed and eagerness. She licked the hot silky meat all over till it gleamed with her saliva. Mark sighed blissfully, and his knob-like purple cock-head began to leak bright little bubbles of juice.
When she'd licked his throbbing hard prick all over, Donna brought the creaming head to her lips. She wormed her slick tongue-tip into the mouth of his cock and tasted his dribbling juices. It was a good taste, slightly salty, very exciting. Quickly she popped the fat prick-head into her mouth and began to suck on it.
"Oh, Jesus, YEAH," Mark yelped. "Yeah, that's it, baby, suck my dick."
His excitement aroused her even more. She sucked in half the length of his long hard dick, then went to work on it furiously, ravenously. She sucked fast and hard and loudly, making a greedy slurping noise. His tasty juice fell on her tongue, and she eagerly swallowed it as fast as it dripped out. There was no doubt in her mind-she adored cock-sucking.
"Oh, Christ," Mark moaned, "that's terrific. Oh, Jesus, YEAH. Suck my cock, baby, SUCK IT."
She sensed his need for even more speed and pressure, and she gave it to him. Mark yelped shrilly and leaned low over her, feeding his eager swollen meat deep into her throat. He began to jerk his hips, unable to contain his need. Then he yelled and filled her mouth with jet after jet of creamy thick come.
No sooner had he finished than he gasped, "Keep sucking it. It'll get hard again real quick." Donna obeyed, and to her delight, he was right.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna had only one thing to be proud of about that night. She'd told Mark not to come back again. He'd been just as bewildered by her request as Tommy had been, but he reluctantly agreed. After he left, Donna fell into bed, exhausted but unable to sleep.
She felt deeply ashamed of the way she'd behaved with Mark. She'd sucked his cock, eaten his come, and then fucked him for over an hour-all this while poor Bill was on the road, working to support her. It wasn't right, and she swore she wouldn't do it again. At least she'd managed to get Mark out of her life, just as she'd done with Tommy.
At last Donna fell into a restless sleep, only to be wakened very early by the phone. It was Bill, calling long distance.
"Darling, what is it?" Donna said anxiously. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, honey," Bill replied, "but I have a little bad news. I'm gonna be three days late."
"Three days?" Donna moaned. "But you were supposed to be back tomorrow,"
"I know, baby," Bill sighed, "but it just can't be helped. I got delayed by the weather. But I promise, I'll see you in three days."
"All right, Bill," Donna said listlessly.
She hung up seething with disappointment and frustration. She'd been able to send Mark away because she thought her husband was coming back the next day. What was she going to do for sex till Bill got home? And even when he did get home, would he be able to take care of her ever-growing needs?
Maybe she could manage to go three days without being laid, but it would still be up to Bill to save their marriage. If he couldn't put more energy and adventure into their love-making, Donna knew she'd stray again. Her increasing lust was too strong to be contained any more. Somehow she'd have to make all this clear to Bill when he got back.
She busied herself with the remodeling project, trying to keep her mind off the endless nagging need in her pussy. About three o'clock that afternoon the doorbell rang. Donna answered it and found a strange boy on the porch, a red-haired kid who appeared to be about sixteen. He was husky, freckle-faced, and very handsome.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Terry, your new paper boy. Could I collect?"
"Of course," Donna said. "Come in, please. I'm Mrs. Davis."
Terry stepped into the living room and gawked at the half demolished wall. "Jeeze," he exclaimed, "it looks like a bomb hit."
"Oh, we're just remodeling," Donna laughed. "Come with me to the kitchen, Terry. That's where I keep my purse."
The boy obediently followed her down the hall and, like Tommy and Mark before him, he ogled her pert little round ass as it wobbled in her skintight jeans. Terry thought Mrs. Davis was a knockout, and he thought wistfully how fantastic it would be to ball a beautiful older chick like her.
But that was only a daydream for Terry, who was just sixteen and a virgin. He hadn't even scored with chicks his own age, and he knew he didn't stand a chance with a real beauty like Mrs. Davis. Still his young cock and balls had a horny tingling feeling as he looked at her. When they reached the kitchen, she turned, and he gawked at her big firm breasts which thrust out saucily in her tight t-shirt.
"Have a seat, Terry," she said, "and I'll write out a check for you. Would you like a Coke?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," the boy answered quickly. Any excuse to hang around. He could have gone on ogling Donna's fantastic body forever.
Donna opened a Coke for Terry and a beer for herself. She started writing the check, but her mind wasn't on it. The moment she'd seen the red-haired paper boy, she'd felt violently horny. Three whole days before Bill returned! How was she going to hold out? She found herself wondering if this attractive kid could be seduced.
"Are you new in the neighborhood, Terry?" she purred.
"Yeah, we just moved here this summer," he said.
"I don't suppose you've had a chance to meet many girls, then?" Donna said. Terry sighed loudly. "Girls? Naw," he said. "They don't seem to go for me, at least not yet. Maybe it's these damn freckles." .
Donna's heart pounded. The boy was obviously a virgin and dying to do something about it. "Oh, I don't think it's your freckles," she said soothingly. "They're very attractive. Just wait till school starts in the Fall. I'm sure you'll have girls falling all over you."
Terry reddened slightly but looked at her eagerly. "You really think so?" he said. "You really think I'm good-looking?"
"I certainly do," Donna said warmly. "Oh, here's your check."
She leaned very close to the kid as she handed him the check-much closer than she needed to. One of her firm pointed tits touched his arm and rested there. Very slowly Terry turned his head and looked down at it. Donna didn't move. She felt bold and reckless and very, very horny.
"Uh, thank you, ma'am," Terry gulped.
He reached out and took the check without looking at it. He was looking at her tit. There it was, huge and round and tempting, resting on his arm. He didn't know what to do. Surely Mrs. Davis must know that her boob was touching his arm. Or did she? He wanted to reach out and pet it, but he was afraid of pissing her off.
"Yes," Donna was saying, "you mustn't worry about meeting girls. I'm sure they'll all find you just as attractive as I do."
That did it. Terry still couldn't be sure if she was coming on to him, but now he didn't care. She was turning him on so powerfully that he couldn't control himself. His cock sprang into hard stiff life, and his eager hand crept over and gently touched her big soft tit. She didn't move. He laid his whole hand on her breast.
Donna felt almost faint with excitement. She still wasn't sure what had come over her. Even with Tommy and Mark she hadn't been so bold. They'd done the seducing, not her. But now she was the aggressor, deliberately turning on this sixteen-year-old kid. It was terrible of her, she knew, but she just had to have him.
She kept still as Terry clumsily put his hand on her tit. The boy breathed loud and fast as he began to caress the big hot jug, and she could feel the moist heat of his hand even through her bra and shirt. It excited her wildly. She knew Terry was excited, too, and that he could easily be seduced.
"You can lift my shirt if you want to, Terry," she said huskily.
Terry stared up at her, hardly believing what he'd heard. This gorgeous older woman really was coming on to him. It was like all his jack-off fantasies come true. He told himself to quit gawking like an idiot, to get to work. He'd better take advantage of this incredible opportunity before she changed her mind.
He couldn't think of anything to say, so he just took her skin-tight t-shirt and pushed it up over her bra. Then he gawked again. She was wearing a very flimsy-looking little blue lace bra, and it looked as if her enormous full jugs were about to pop right out of the delicate garment.
He'd never seen such big tits before, not even in the dirty magazines he hid under his bed. His young cock gave a horny lurch and began to leak hot juice. His nut sacs felt swollen almost to bursting. He prayed that Mrs. Davis wasn't just teasing him, that she'd go all the way with him. He was sick of being a virgin.
Terry swallowed hard, then reached up and began fondling Mrs. Davis' huge hot boobs. He could feel their heat and throbbing right through her semi-sheer bra. His hands started to sweat with excitement. It was the first time he'd ever touched a girl's breasts. Even with the bra on, they felt wonderfully warm and soft and silky. He sighed loudly.
Donna sighed, too. It was turning her on like mad to have a virgin sixteen-year-old eagerly pawing her tits. She could easily imagine how excited he'd get in bed. She knew she was being incredibly wicked, bolder and more wanton than she'd ever been in her life, but the raging need in her pussy was more than she could bear. She just had to do something about it.
"I-I'm not being too rough, am I?" Terry said nervously.
"Oh, no, dear," Donna purred. "In fact it would be even nicer if you took my bra off."
Terry moaned. It was just too much, he could hardly believe it. But he was sure he'd heard her correctly, so he reached around her and fumbled with the catch of her bra. He'd never had to deal with one of the damned things before, so it took him awhile, and his sweaty fingers slipped all over the place. But finally he got the catch open and quickly pulled off her bra. "Oh, Jesus," he sighed.
Mrs. Davis didn't really need a bra. Her gorgeous jugs were perfectly firm and thrusting without one. They seemed almost as big as his head, and they were capped with beautiful little light-pink nipples. Again his cock gave a lusty lurch and leaked a big glob of hot juice. In fact he almost came in his jeans.
"Go ahead, Terry," she purred, "touch my tits."
"Oh, Christ," the boy sighed.
It just had to be a dream, but whatever it was, he intended to enjoy it. He reached up and laid his hands on her naked tits. They felt even nicer without the bra, hot and satiny and throbbing with life. Slowly, clumsily, he began to fondle them, his powerfully aroused cock leaking a steady stream of juice.
"Ummmmm," Donna sighed, "that feels so nice."
Even his clumsy inexperienced touch felt great. She loved having her bare tits fondled. As Terry grew bolder he began to squeeze the hot silky flesh, and that was even more exciting. Donna felt her hotly aroused cunt starting to leak its steamy thick cream into the crotch of her panties.
Growing even bolder as his horniness mounted, Terry rubbed his thumbs back and forth over Donna's pretty little pink nipples. The tiny buds were soft and yielding, but as he rubbed them, they went stiff and bumpy under his touch. The pretty little nipples stood out saucily, as if inviting his mouth. He felt a rush of hot saliva.
"Oh, man," he moaned.
Following his impulses, Terry leaned forward and took one of the stiff pink nipples into his mouth. He started to suck on it, slowly and timidly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. Mrs. Davis moaned, shivered, and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
"Oh, Terry," she sighed, "that feels so exciting. Yes, dear, suck my tit."
Terry's head spun. His buddies would never believe this, not in a million years, and he hardly believed it himself. Here he was with a gorgeous older woman, and she was urging him to suck her tit. It was fantastic. He sucked hard and loud on her tender little nipple, and she clawed his shoulders in her excitement.
"Yes, yes, dear," she panted, "now the other one."
Terry instantly did what she wanted. At that point he would have jumped through hoops for her. He released her stiff spit-drenched nipple and sucked in the other one, mouthing it greedily. Donna moaned blissfully and gripped his shoulders even harder. She seemed to be hotly turned on when he sucked her tit.
"Ummmmm," she sighed, "UMMMMM."
Finally Terry came up for air. He let her stiff little nipple pop from his mouth, drew back, and gawked at her huge full jugs. They seemed to have swollen up and gotten even bigger since he started to play with them, and her pretty little nipples stuck right out and gleamed with his saliva. Mrs. Davis smiled down at him.
"You can take off the rest of my clothes if you like, Terry," she purred.
"Oh, man, will I ever," the boy croaked.
Still certain that he was dreaming, the boy unsnapped her jeans and tugged down the zipper. The jeans slid to her feet and she stepped out of them. Then she was wearing only a skimpy pair of blue lace bikini panties. Terry's hands shook as he tugged the little garment down. It slithered to her feet and she kicked it off. He raised his eyes and looked at her bush.
"Oh, wow," he sighed.
Donna could tell that the boy had never seen a naked woman before. He stared and stared at her pretty little flame-colored muff as if just now realizing the difference between boys and girls. Finally he reached out and gingerly touched the delicate springy curls of her bush. Just that slight touch made her shiver with horny excitement.
"That's right, dear," she cooed, "touch me all you want. I like it."
The scene just about blew Terry's mind. For years he'd been jacking off to horny fantasies in which some beautiful woman invited him to do whatever he wanted with her body. Now it was actually coming true. Eagerly he petted the fine soft curls of her copper-colored bush. But that didn't hold his interest for long. He was dying to see what was between her legs.
Carefully he parted the furry lips of her bush and exposed a plump little button of pink flesh. "What's that?" he said hoarsely.
"That's my clit, darling," Donna purred. "Women love to be touched there."
Terry quickly took the hint. He pressed a fingertip against the funny little lump and very gently rubbed it. It was hot and slick and throbbing. As he began to stroke it, Mrs. Davis shivered, moaned, and thrust her pussy forward. His fingertip seemed to get suddenly wet with hot sticky juice.
"Yes, Terry," Donna said excitedly, "rub my clit. That feels wonderful."
Terry obeyed, moving his fingertip briskly back and forth over her scalding-hot slick love-bud. Donna trembled with horny pleasure. It always felt marvelous to have her clit rubbed, and even Terry's amateurish movements were delicious to her. Her cunt began to gush harder, the steamy juice trickling down her inner thighs.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned.
Terry's finger got wetter and wetter. He finally realized that the hot sticky juice was a sign of her excitement, and he rubbed her throbbing joy button even faster and harder. Mrs. Davis squealed with pleasure and clawed his shoulders. He could tell he was getting her very horny, and that excited hell out of him.
If she let him take off her clothes and play with her pussy, surely she'd let him ball her. She just had to! His achingly stiff cock threatened to burst right out of his jeans, and his balls were so swollen he could hardly stand it. He prayed that she wasn't just teasing him, that she'd let him go all the way with her.
But meanwhile he wanted to explore her whole mysterious crotch. He abandoned her hot little clit and slipped his hand lower between her legs. She responded by arching her pussy upward, letting him see the whole expanse of slick pink flesh with its delicate fringe of reddish curls. Terry gawked as he got his first glimpse of pussy.
"Go ahead, darling," Donna moaned, "look and touch all you want."
I sure as hell will, Terry thought urgently.
He touched the plump moist lips of her twat and then found the hot wet hole at the very center of her crotch. That had to be her cunt. He'd heard from older boys how wet and warm and slick a cunt could be, how great it felt to put your cock here. Frantically curious, Terry slipped his stiff index finger up the little hole.
"Ooooooo, yes," Donna squealed. "Yes, Terry, put your finger in my cunt. It feels great."
Terry shivered with excitement. He'd actually located a real cunt and had his finger deep inside it. It was just like the older boys had told him, scalding hot and very wet and slick. He could imagine how terrific it would feel to have his cock in there. His stiff young dick drooled a big load of juice into his jeans.
He couldn't stand it any more. He just had to ball her, had to lose his damned virginity. He looked up at her in an agony of horniness.
"Mrs. Davis?" he said in a hoarse urgent voice.
"Yes, darling," Donna cooed, "I know."
She drew back, letting his fingers pop from her cunt. She dropped to her knees and reached for his fly. As she unzipped his jeans, she realized how wanton and wicked she was being, but she knew she wasn't going to stop. She'd die of frustration if she didn't fuck him. And she knew he was achingly horny, too.
"Oh, man," Terry sighed.
Again he could hardly believe what was happening. Mrs. Davis was kneeling in front of him, taking down his pants. He raised his ass to help her, and she tugged his jeans down to the floor. He wasn't wearing shorts. His thick six-inch cock stood flat against his belly, stiff and swollen and drooling.
"You have a gorgeous cock, darling," Donna sighed.
Terry didn't know what to say. He didn't have time to reply anyhow, because Mrs. Davis dipped her head down and started licking his cock. Her hot slick tongue felt terrific on his sensitive swollen meat. He moaned loudly and damn near shot his load. As she licked his dick all over, he trembled with pleasure.
"Oh, man, that feels so good," he whined.
Donna eagerly lapped up his dribbling cockjuice, swallowing it with a greedy gurgle. She wanted more, so she sucked the fat purple head of his prick into her mouth and gorge on it, eating his juice as fast as it dribbled out. But the boy was getting too excited. He was shining and panting and trembling. She didn't want him to come-not yet.
She let his rigid throbbing prick pop from her mouth and quickly stood up. Hoarsely she said, "Would you like to fuck me, Terry?"
His voice came out in a horny croak: "Oh, wow, would I ever!"
Donna straddled him as he sat in the kitchen chair. Her thighs gripped his, and she slowly brought her soaked molten-hot cunt-mouth down onto the swollen purple head of his cock. She speared herself on about an inch of his stiff young rod, then went still, clutching his shoulders to keep her balance. The boy shivered with excitement.
"Now push, dear," Donna sighed. "Fuck me."
Terry wasn't sure just how to proceed, but his I own lusty instincts carried him away. He jammed his eager young cock as deep as he could into her cunt, then repeated the motion, fucking her deep and hard and fast. He moaned as he felt his prick plunging into a woman's cunt for the very first time. It was deliciously snug and hot and juicy.
"Awwwww, Jesus," the boy moaned, "fantastic."
Donna had to agree. The kid was no expert, but he made up for it with energy. He balled her fast and hard, just the way she needed it, his hard cockhead banging her womb with each deep thrust. She moaned ecstatically each time his thick young rod stuffed her starved little box. She knew it would take her no time at all to come.
"Am I doing it right, Mrs. Davis?" the boy panted.
"Oh, yes, darling," Donna moaned, "it's perfect."
Terry looked up at her wonderingly, hardly able to believe he could please such a woman. But the proof was there. Mrs. Davis was flushed with pleasure, her pretty face twisted in a lusty grimace. She worked her hot wet pussy eagerly up and down the hard stalk of his cock, and her molten pussy-juice drenched his dick. "Oh, yes, Terry," she whined, "keep fucking me. I love it, darling, I LOVE IT. Your cock feels so good in meeeee."
Terry felt like the luckiest teenage boy in the whole world. At last he was rid of his virginity, and he was balling a beautiful older woman who kept begging for more. He felt her coming, her box tightening fiercely around his cock, and he yelped and came right along with her, jetting his come into a woman for the very first time.
"Don't stop, darling," Donna gasped. "Keep your cock in me."
"I'll try," Terry sighed blissfully.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna enjoyed every second of her encounter with the red-haired paper boy-and felt terribly guilty the moment he left. It was the same old story. She'd vowed to behave herself, only to seduce yet another teenage boy.
But this time, she told herself, she really would stick to her vows. It was only two more days till Bill got home, and surely she could go without sex for that long. In the meantime she'd keep very busy. If she was physically exhausted, perhaps she wouldn't feel so horny all the time.
The next day she started working outdoors in the backyard. There was mowing, raking and weeding to be done. Working hard in the hot sun just might help keep her mind off sex and her young lovers. Donna put on a little halter and a pair of shorts and got to work.
As she mowed the lawn, she wondered just how she was going to deal with Bill when he got back. It looked as if she'd just have to come right out and tell him that she was unhappy with their sex life. It would be a blow to him, but what else could she do? Over the long years of their marriage, delicate hints hadn't worked.
But was she going to tell him about Tommy and Mark and Terry? Was she going to admit that her unbearable lust had led her into affairs with teenage boys? Donna knew she ought to confess, but she didn't want to hurt Bill's feelings. She decided to postpone the decision, even though she had only twenty-four hours to make up her mind.
Early in the afternoon Donna was weeding flower beds when she heard someone calling, "Mrs. Davis? Mrs. Davis, are you home?"
"I'm in the back yard," Donna answered.
The back yard was surrounded by a high wooden fence. The gate opened, and in walked Terry. "Hi," he said cheerfully. "I rang your doorbell, but there was no answer. I'm glad I found you."
Donna cursed herself for letting him know where she was. She'd hoped to avoid him by spending the day in the back yard. Naturally, like the other boys, Terry would be expecting "seconds." After her passionate response to his love-making yesterday, he'd just assume that she'd be wanting more.
"Terry, I'm awfully busy right now," she said lamely.
He gave her a big grin. "That's okay," he said. "What I have in mind won't take very long. Just look at this-it's about to burst."
He pointed proudly at the big bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Donna reddened. The kid had an enormous hard-on, and he expected her to take care of it. And it was all her fault. She'd seduced him, led him on, led him to expect much more than just one afternoon of fucking. Her uncontrollable lust had gotten her into a dilemma again.
"Terry," she said gently, "I don't want to make love, not now, not ever again. My husband is coming back tomorrow, and I don't want anything on my conscience. I'm sure you can understand that."
Terry frowned and thought it over. He was dying to ball Mrs. Davis again, of course, but she was a lady and he respected her. If she didn't want to make out, if she really wanted to be faithful to her husband, then he knew he should respect her wishes. His conscience told him that. But his cock and balls told him otherwise.
He couldn't forget how exciting it had been to do it with Mrs. Davis. Her cunt had been wonderfully hot and slick and tight, and her response had been so passionate. He urgently needed to get his rocks off. And he was sure that Mrs. Davis would enjoy more love-making if he could only conquer her scruples.
His cock won the argument.
"Aw, come on, now, Mrs. Davis," he said soothingly as he moved closer to her, "it can't be all that serious."
"Oh, yes, it is," Donna said. "I feel awful about what we did yesterday, Terry. I couldn't bring myself to do it again."
"He'd never have to know," Terry coaxed. "Come on, please, just a quickie."
Before she could reply, he drew her into his arms and kissed her hard. Donna gave a muffled squeak of protest, but Terry held her firmly and worked his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed his achingly swollen cock against her belly. He had to let her know how desperately he needed her. Maybe she'd take pity on him and change her mind.
Pity wasn't exactly what Donna felt as the eager boy plunged his tongue into her mouth and rubbed his rock-hard cock against her muff. She felt sudden raging lust for him. All day she'd tried to ignore the continuing need in her pussy, but she couldn't ignore it now. Her cunt leaked a big spurt of hot juice that soaked the crotch of her panties.
She asked herself what real harm it would do to fuck Terry one last time. Bill would be back tomorrow, and she wouldn't have another chance with any of her teenage lovers. Would it really be so terrible to gratify Terry's needs-and hers?
She knew it would be. No matter how she tried to excuse it, and no matter what she called it, it was still adultery. It was still cheating on her beloved husband. Her body ached for Terry. She wanted to give in to him completely. But her stern conscience reminded her how guilty she'd feel afterwards.
She wrenched her face away from his and gasped, "Terry, no. I won't do it."
But by now Terry felt too horny to give up. It was killing him not to have her. He glanced around quickly. The back yard fence was so high that no one could possibly see over it. There was complete privacy. He wrestled Donna to the grass and pinned her by lying on top of her. She struggled and sobbed but couldn't escape.
"Terry, stop this," she wept. "I told you, I don't want to cheat on my husband again."
"I don't care," Terry moaned. "I gotta have you."
He was jerking his stiff swollen cock against her belly, in an agony of lust, and she could tell that he wouldn't listen to any of her arguments. There was no point in struggling, either. Even at sixteen Terry was bigger and stronger than she was. The easiest and quickest thing would be just to give in to him.
"All right, Terry," she sighed, "anything to get this over with. But remember, Bill will be back tomorrow, and then it'll be over for us."
"Sure, sure," Terry said.
He didn't care what happened tomorrow. He only knew that right NOW he had to get into her juicy hot little cunt again. His cock and balls felt ready to explode with their hot load. Mrs. Davis had consented to fuck him one more time, and that was all he cared about. He rolled off her and reached for her skimpy little halter.
Donna didn't fight any more. She allowed the eager boy to remove her halter and expose her big naked tits. She could have wasted the whole afternoon struggling and arguing with him, but this way was more sensible. Just let him get his rocks off, and then he'd leave her alone. He would have won eventually anyway, being the stronger of the two.
"Oh, man," Terry sighed.
He'd drawn off her halter and discovered that she was wearing no bra under it. Her magnificent big jugs quivered ever so slightly. He reached out and cupped them. They were just as hot and silky and firm as yesterday. He rubbed his thumbs over her soft pink nipples and watched the little buds rise into stiffness.
Donna couldn't help but respond to his touch. Her large boobs were just as sensitive as smaller ones, and she felt little streaks of pleasure running right down to her pussy as Terry caressed her tits and made her nipples go stiff and throbbing. She couldn't kid herself-she desperately wanted the boy to make love to her.
Playing with her boobs didn't amuse him for long. He was too urgently lusty for much foreplay. He tugged down the zipper of her shorts and drew the little garment off, Donna raising her pert little ass to assist him. Then there was only her tiny blue bikini panties. He had them off in no time.
Terry stared hungrily at Donna's lovely little triangle of coppery muff-fur. He ogled her whole fantastic naked body. He'd never seen anything more enticing than this lovely red-haired woman lying on the grass, her big tits swollen and firm, her legs just slightly parted to show the gleaming pink flesh of her gash. Moaning, he quickly got out of his clothes.
Donna watched with rapidly mounting lust. She loved the boy's sleek trim body and fiercely stiff cock. Terry's thick six-incher stood straight up, swollen almost to bursting, the large purple head oozing bubbles of juice. His hairless balls were round and rosy and full. She felt a hot horny ache in her pussy.
When Terry was naked, Donna drew her legs back and opened them wide, showing him the whole wet pink expanse of her gash. The boy moaned lustily and quickly crawled between her legs. He let himself down on her, his firm flat chest meeting her big heaving tits. He poked the fat hard head of his cock against her slick hot pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Davis," he moaned, "thanks for saying yes. I need this so bad."
He poked around with his hard creaming cockhead but couldn't find her cunt. It was only his second fuck, and his aim wasn't too good. He whined with frustration and poked harder, but still his aching prick didn't glide into that hot pulpy tunnel he so desperately sought. By now Donna was impatiently writhing.
"Here, darling," she panted, "let me put it in."
She reached down and found his hot hard throbbing dick. Quickly she guided it into her cunt, lodging the fat purple head an inch inside her steamy little hole. She whimpered with excitement, and Terry gasped.
"Oh, Christ," he cried, "so friggin' HOT."
Quickly he pushed the rest of the way into her, till his creaming cock-head touched her womb and his swollen nut sacs rested against her wet pussy. It felt fantastically good to be in her cunt again, to feel his stiff meat surrounded by scalding-hot juicy flesh. But he didn't hurry this time. He fucked her in long slow deep strokes, knowing it would be the last time.
Donna was also very much aware of the fact that this would be her last fling with a teenager. She wouldn't cheat on Bill when he got home. So she enjoyed it for all she was worth, moaning and working her eager cunt around the stiff impalement of his cock. Her twat-juice boiled around his probing meat and overflowed her snug little box.
"Ohhhhh, Terry," she whined, "that feels so good, darling. I love the way you're fucking me. Yes, let's just take our time."
"Right," Terry sighed, "I could fuck you all day, Mrs. Davis. Oh, wow, it feels fantastic."
They presented quite a spectacle, the red-haired boy and the red-haired woman, as they writhed naked on the grass, the boy working his thick pale cock slowly and steadily in her gushing little cunthole. Donna's legs were open as wide as she could get them, and Terry's small firm ass jerked and undulated as he fucked her.
"Do it to me do it to me," Donna babbled.
"Oh, YEAH," Terry moaned.
He was totally happy now, working his eager cock in her fiery-hot slick box. It was so great that Mrs. Davis had given in to him and was enjoying herself now. He could tell that she really loved his fucking. She was creaming like mad, clawing his shoulders, and jerking her soaked little pussy in time to his strokes.
"You like it this way?" he panted.
"Oh, my God, yes," Donna whined. "Yes, darling, just keep fucking me. Don't ever stop."
* * *
At that very moment, a few blocks away, Tommy was lying on his bed frowning at his rigidly stiff cock. His prick stood up obscenely from his open fly, bulging with little blue veins, the fat purple head oozing a steady stream of juice. He had a fantastic cock-stand-and it was no damned good to him at all. "Shit," he muttered.
It had been like this ever since Mrs. Davis said she didn't want to see him any more. He'd get a hard-on, but he didn't want to jack off. That was kid stuff to him now. He'd fucked a real woman, worked his cock in a real cunt, and his own fist just didn't get it any longer. Mrs. Davis had spoiled him for jacking off.
Tommy thought about her all the time. He couldn't forget her hungry, passionate lovemaking or the molten-hot snugness of her cunt. It just about killed him not to be able to fuck her. He didn't know how he'd survived the last few days, but he knew he couldn't take much more of his horny frustration.
He just had to ball Donna Davis one more time.
He knew she was uptight about her husband finding out, but he also knew Bill wasn't home yet. There was still time for one more delicious session with the beautiful redhead down the block. Firm in his decision, Tommy zipped up his jeans and hurried out of the house.
At Donna's place, no one answered the doorbell. Tommy was about to give up in despair when it occurred to him that she might be out back. It was a lovely hot day and she might be enjoying the sun.
He hurried around to the back of the house. He was about to open the gate when he heard weird noises.
"Ooooooo," came a woman's shrill excited voice.
"Awwwwww," came a young man's hoarse eager cry.
The hair stood up on Tommy's neck. That sure as hell sounded like fucking, but Donna had said she wasn't going to cheat on her husband again. What was going on? Tommy snuck along the fence until he found a small knot hole. He peered through, then stiffened.
"SHIT," he exclaimed.
There was Donna Davis, blissfully fucking some red-haired kid. Tommy could see it all very plainly. They were both stark naked, and Donna was on her back, her long legs spread lewdly wide. The kid lay between her thighs, his muscled ass working steadily as he fucked her. Tommy got occasional glimpses of his pale prick slicing between her plump pink cunt-lips.
It was bad enough watching Donna fuck another boy, but to add to Tommy's mortification, she was obviously enjoying the hell out of it. Her pretty face was twisted in a horny grimace, and she was clawing the kid's shoulders and jerking her pussy up and down his stiff rod. She kept moaning and squealing with ecstasy.
"Oh, my God, yes, Terry," she cried, "keep fucking me. I love it, I LOVE IT."
Tommy reddened with frustration and anger. Damn her, anyway. She'd played on his sympathies, telling him how she couldn't bear the guilt of cheating on her husband-and now here she was making it with yet another teenage boy. It just wasn't fair, and Tommy didn't intend to put up with it. If she could fuck this Terry, she could fuck HIM.
Tommy leaped up and caught the top of the fence and silently pulled himself over. He dropped quietly to the grass and quickly hid behind a large bush not ten feet away from the eagerly humping couple. He didn't believe in spoiling another guy's action, but, by God, the moment this Terry shot his load, Tommy would be ready to take his place.
He had a much better view of the action now. He stifled an envious moan as he watched Terry's milky-pale prick working slowly and steadily up and down between the plump pink lips of Donna's cunt. The kid's cock was glistening with her hot pussy-juice. Every time he pushed deep into her, they both moaned blissfully.
"Oh, Terry, darling, it's so good," Donna whined. "I just love the way you're fucking me."
Tommy gritted his teeth. He felt totally pissed off by Donna's deception. He'd been a good guy, leaving her alone when she asked him to, and all he'd gotten for it was a kick in the teeth. Well, he wasn't going to stand for it. He was going to get his share of the action. If she could put out for Terry, she could put out for him.
"Just wait, bitch," he muttered.
* * *
Not very long before that moment, Mark was making a grocery delivery on Donna's block. Every time he came down that street he got a hardon, and today was no exception. He'd stopped seeing Mrs. Davis at her request, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. Who could possibly forget that gripping juicy cunt and that ravenous response? She was the best lay he'd ever had, and he hated to give her up.
It was his last delivery of the day, and as he started up the van to go home, Mark got a sudden impulse. Mrs. Davis had asked him not to come around to her house again, yes, but there was always an outside chance that she'd changed her mind. He'd go find out. She might be furious with him, but she might also invite him into her bed-and that would be worth any risk.
Mark parked the grocery van in front of Donna's house and went and rang the doorbell. There was no answer. But his stiff and aching young cock propelled him around the side of the house in search of Donna. She just might be out there taking a sun bath or something. He wasn't going to give up easily.
He was just about to open the back yard gate when he heard peculiar noises-moaning, whining, squealing. Somebody else might have thought a fight was going on, but Mark recognized the sounds of love-making. His face flamed. Donna making love to somebody else?
He wanted to burst in and break up the scene, but then it dawned on him that her husband might have come home early. He drew himself up for a peek over the top of the fence. He only looked for a second, but that was enough to make him furious. Donna was there, all right, balling some red-haired kid.
Mark ran around to the back of the lot, scaled the fence quickly and quietly, and hid behind some bushes. He was about twenty feet away from the action. He swore silently as he watched Donna eagerly humping the red-haired teenager. Here she'd begged Mark to leave her alone so she could be faithful to her husband-and now she was doing it with some other kid.
Naturally Mark wasn't going to stand for that. He was going to get his share of the action. He had nothing against the red-haired kid, so he'd wait till the guy got off. But the minute it was over, Mark would reveal himself and demand fair treatment. Donna just wasn't going to get away with a stunt like this.
* * *
Terry was amazed at how long he'd held out. He'd been balling Mrs. Davis for half an hour and still hadn't shot his load. It was becoming increasingly hard to hold back, though. He wanted urgently to come. He began to fuck her harder and faster, wanting to bring her off, too. Donna responded with a squeal of delight.
"Oh, yes, darling," she moaned, "do it to me faster, harder. Make me come."
Their prolonged fucking had been delicious, but Donna, too, was aching to come. She humped furiously in time to Terry's strokes, working her red-hot gripping cunt up and down the steel-hard pole of his cock. In her state of frantic arousal, it didn't take her long to climax. After a few moments of his stiff fast balling she felt the dizzying explosion deep in her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh, you're making me come," she wailed, "Ahhhhh, AHHHHHHH."
She threw her long legs high in the air, wanting the full depth of his cock as she came. Terry felt her molten wet cunt squeezing his dick again and again, and he couldn't hold out another second. He yelped and began jetting his come into her, his small tight ass jerking like mad.
"AWWWWWW," Terry yelled, "JESUS, YEAH."
They rocked and moaned together for a full minute, and Terry thought his jism would never stop coming. It filled and overflowed Donna's tightly-gripping cunt, pooling on the grass beneath them. At last they sighed and went limp in each other's arms, his exhausted cock still inside her.
"Darling, that was marvelous," Donna sighed. "It was the best I've ever-Oh, MY GOD."
She was suddenly wriggling out from under him and jumping to her feet. Terry tumbled onto the grass and sat up. There were two other boys looking at them, then gawking at each other. Tommy and Mark had leaped from their hiding places at the same instant, and there was total confusion.
"Hey, who the hell are you guys?" Terry demanded.
"Who are you?" Tommy shouted.
"Who's HE?" Mark moaned, looking at Tommy.
Donna stood there stark naked, too stunned even to cover herself. As the reality of the situation struck her, she turned beet red with mortification. By some chance all her boy-lovers had arrived at once. She wondered what in the world she was going to do. Tommy and Mark had seen her fucking Terry, and of course they'd be furious.
Slowly the three boys simmered down and got the situation straightened out. "You mean you both balled her before me?" Terry said, stunned and jealous.
"That's right, man," Mark said angrily, "and then she told us to go away."
"That's what she told me awhile ago," Terry said. "She said she didn't want to cheat on her old man."
"Yeah, that's the line she handed us," Tommy said bitterly, "and then she started making it with you."
"Well, Mrs. Davis," Mark said coldly, "what are you gonna do about this?"
Donna, red with shame, said shakily, "I think you'd all better leave. I really meant what I said-I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband."
"Uh-uh," Mark snapped, "not good enough. If you can ball this guy, you can ball us."
"Right on," Tommy exclaimed. "We want our share-or we'll tell your husband what you've been up to. How'd you like that, Mrs. Davis?"
"Oh, my God," Donna sobbed.
There was no way out-she'd have to fuck the other two boys. She couldn't bear to have them tell Bill about her scandalous behavior. She might tell him herself some day, gently and considerately, but he shouldn't have to hear it from his rivals. That would be too cruel.
"All right," she sighed, "you give me no choice."
She lay down on the grass and opened her legs. She couldn't stop blushing as Tommy and Mark quickly undressed. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined making love to three men in a row, and never had she imagined fucking in front of an audience. But now she was going to have to do all of that.
Mark, the oldest and most aggressive, went first. He approached her with a cold smile, his fine seven-inch cock thick and stiff and drooling. Tommy and Terry squatted close by to watch. While Donna blushed and wept, Mark knelt between her legs and fitted the fat purple head of his dick into her small wet cunt-mouth.
"You'd better not hold out on me again, bitch," he snapped.
Donna said nothing. All she could do was cooperate and get it over with. She gasped as Mark pushed his thick hard meat all the way into her. He didn't lie down on her. He remained on his knees so the other boys would have a good view of the action. He meant to humiliate her, and she knew it.
Tommy and Terry watched pop-eyed as Mark's thick pale blue-veined dick eased slowly between Donna's swollen pink cunt-lips and vanished up her box. Mark's brown bush met her coppery muff. Then he began to ball her roughly and fast. His cock gleamed with her juice and Terry's come. The boys got hotly excited.
"Yeah, man, fuck her," Tommy cried.
"Really give it to her," Terry exclaimed.
Donna had never felt more ashamed and humiliated in her life. It was deeply embarrassing to be fucked while two gawking boys watched. But at the same time Mark's hard jerking cock felt very good to her. She couldn't ignore the mounting pleasure she felt as the boy slammed his stiff meat into her again and again.
"How do you like it, bitch?" Mark growled.
Donna reddened and said nothing, but Tommy put in, "Oh, she likes it, all right. She always does, even when she says she doesn't."
"Yeah," Terry agreed, "first she was telling me to split, and then she was begging me to fuck her. I don't understand her at all."
"What's to understand?" Mark said angrily. "Let's just ball her. To hell with what she says."
"Right on, man," Tommy said in a bitter tone.
"I'm with you guys," Terry joined in.
Donna moaned. She'd brought this whole ugly scene on herself because she wasn't strong enough to control her lust. She couldn't blame the boys for being angry with her. She meekly took the repeated savage thrusts of Mark's cock, gasping for breath each time his swollen prick-head butted her womb.
Still in spite of her shame and humiliation, she felt herself getting hornier by the second. She'd always liked being balled hard and fast, almost brutally, and Mark was giving her exactly that. The red-hot friction between cock and cunt grew and grew, till suddenly she felt the delicious explosion of orgasm deep in her twat.
"OOOOOO," Donna shrieked.
Mark looked down in triumph as she came. He held still, letting her writhe around the thick impalement of his dick. The other boys watched eagerly, too, hotly excited by watching Donna come. They saw the small mouth of her box squeezing Mark's cock and gushing a thick hot load of cunt-juice.
"Yeah, she always liked it," Mark sneered.
Then, as her spasms quieted, he thrust hard into her and began to come. The moment he was finished, he withdrew his limp prick from her flooded little twat and moved away. Tommy hurried to take his place, his stiff young cock oozing a thick stream of juice. Before Donna could even catch her breath, she was taking another hard eager prick.
"UHHHHH," she gasped.
"Take it, bitch," Tommy panted. "Take my cock."
He threw himself on her, fucking her even more roughly than Mark had done. His two buddies cheered him on. All three boys were angry at Donna and wanted to see her punished and humiliated. They felt that the beautiful older woman had used them, then discarded them like garbage.
And it was true. Donna knew it. She hadn't been fair to her young lovers. She'd never considered their feelings. She'd thought only of herself, and now she was paying for it. Mark and Terry leered at her as Tommy raped her.
But if she had to be punished, it couldn't have been done more pleasantly. Once more her long starved cunt responded to hard adolescent fucking, and she felt herself building towards yet another explosive come. There seemed to be no end to her lust. She wailed, arched her body sharply upward, and began to climax.
"Ohhhhh," Donna cried, "Ohhhh, God, YES."
She felt the sizzling blast of Tommy's come and dizzily saw Mark and Terry leering down at her. But her shame was mixed with ecstasy as the powerful orgasm rocked her body. She knew she could never get enough fucking, never in her whole lifetime...
CHAPTER EIGHT
When the three boys had left, Donna went in the house and took a long bath to wash away the evidence of her latest indiscretion. She only wished she could wash away her guilt that easily. It was going to be difficult facing Bill when he came home.
She still hadn't made up her mind whether to tell him about the boys, either. In a way he had a right to know, but what if he ended up hating her for it? An honest confession could mean the end of their marriage. She didn't want to hurt Bill, either, by letting him know that young boys excited her.
But beyond all that, the most important thing was to make Bill understand that he wasn't doing his job in bed. That was one thing she couldn't conceal from him any longer. He either had to become a better lover, more considerate and daring, or Donna would have to find another man. She still loved Bill very much.
That evening she went to bed early and read a book. She'd tried everything else to keep her mind off sex. But the book didn't work much better than TV or yard work. In spite of the fantastic sexual experience she'd had that afternoon, balling three boys in a row, she was already starting to get horny again. There seemed to be no end to her lust.
"Oh, hell," Donna sighed. She wondered if she ought to try the time-honored method, a cold shower. But just then the doorbell rang.
Donna threw on a robe and hurried to the front door. There were Tommy, Mark and Terry, all grinning broadly. Donna blushed, closed the door, and put on the chain lock. Then she peered out at the boys through the narrow opening. The boys weren't grinning any more.
"I'm not letting you in," Donna said. "Please, go away. My husband's coming back tomorrow, and it's over between me and you."
She closed the door before they could reply, wanting them to know she meant business. She returned to her bed and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. She'd done the right thing in sending the boys away, of course, but she couldn't help thinking that she'd also sent away her only chance for sex that night.
She was staring at her book, but not reading it, when suddenly the bedroom window was pushed open. Donna gasped and jumped up. She'd forgotten to lock the window. Could it be a burglar? No, it was Tommy, leaping into the room, closely followed by Terry and Mark.
"How dare you?" Donna cried. "Get out of my house right now."
"Not till we give you a little goodbye present," Tommy said, leering at her.
Mark closed the window, and the three boys started moving toward Donna. She backed up till she was against the wall. She was wearing a semi sheer black nightgown which didn't help cool the boy's lust. They could see the shadowed outline of her nipples and bush right through the thin material. They kept coming toward her.
"W-What do you want?" Donna stammered.
"What do you think we want?" Mark chuckled. "We're not gonna pass up our last chance to ball you, Mrs. Davis."
"Oh, God, no," Donna cried. "Please, leave me alone."
"No way," Terry said.
"Just one more fuck, for old time's sake," Tommy said with a grin.
The boys reached her, and of course she was no match for them. They had her nightgown off in no time, leaving her naked. Donna wept softly but didn't struggle as they led her over to the bed. Struggling would do no good. She couldn't possibly defeat three healthy, husky teenage boys.
They pushed her down on her back and drew her legs Open, revealing the tender pink flesh of her gash. Again Mark was to be first. While the other two boys held her down, he quickly shucked his clothes. His seven-inch prick was hard as a rock. He scrambled between Donna's legs and pushed the fat head of his prick against her cunt-mouth.
"Give it to her, man," Terry cried.
"Yeah, fuck her real good," Tommy said eagerly.
Donna braced herself for the thrust of Mark's cock. Though she'd been feeling horny for hours, she wasn't ready for this sudden attack, and her cunt was dry and unprepared. Mark grunted and pushed, but his thick swollen cock-head went only half an inch into her small resisting box. Donna gasped in pain.
"Dammit, she's dry," Mark said. "I can't even get in. I'll have to do something about that."
"What are you going to do?" Tommy said.
"Just watch," Mark grinned. "This works with chicks every time. You two just keep holding her down."
While Tommy and Terry held her shoulders, Mark pushed her legs open even wider, then flattened himself between them and pushed his face right into her pussy. Tommy and Terry exchanged wondering looks-they'd never heard of pussy-eating before. But Donna knew what was going to happen, and again she braced herself.
Mark couldn't have thought of a better way to turn her on, and he knew it. She adored having her pussy eaten. But she didn't want to get turned on this time. She didn't want to give these boys the satisfaction of arousing her. She tried to ignore the exciting way Mark's hot breath was fanning her naked slit.
Mark parted the furry lips of her bush and exposed the bright pink lump of her clit. Then he stuck out his gleaming red tongue and began to lick her supersensitive little love-bud. Donna stifled a gasp of pleasure. She tried to remain still and silent as the delicious sensations rippled through her belly.
"Jesus, man, what are you doing?" Tommy exclaimed.
"Eating her pussy," Mark said.
"Does she like that?" Terry asked.
"All chicks do," Mark assured him. "This is the quickest way to make a girl horny. But I can't talk now. I got work to do."
The two younger boys watched in fascination, wanting to know the secret that would make any woman horny for them. Their eyes widened as they saw Mark's wet tongue-tip flicking steadily back and forth over Donna's clit. They checked Donna out, too, waiting for her to get hotly aroused. But she seemed totally cold and unresponsive.
Little did they know that it was taking all her will power not to cry out with delight as Mark licked steadily and expertly on her tender little joy button. It felt as great as it always did, and it was sheer hell not to be able to react. But she still had some pride left. She didn't want to let the boys know how lusty she was for them.
Mark licked and licked, but there was no response from the lovely red-haired older woman. Donna made not a sound or a movement. She felt the pleasure, all right. Mark's tongue was wet and hot and slick on her most sensitive organ, and her whole pussy felt deliciously stimulated. But she was damned if she'd let the boys know that.
"I don't think it's working," Terry said.
"Yeah, she doesn't look too excited about it," Tommy agreed.
"Oh, she digs it, all right," Mark assured them, "but she'd just now showing it. Give me a little more time and I'll really get to her."
That was exactly what Donna feared. Mark had her number, and he knew that she was silently enjoying the hell out of his expert head job. He knew that if he tongued her slit long enough, he'd break down her resistance. Already it was becoming very hard not to cry out in bliss as his tongue teased her horny little clit.
"Watch this," Mark said.
His own buddies leaned forward and watched intently. Mark stopped tonguing Mrs. Davis' little red button. Instead he clamped his mouth onto it and started to suck. Donna gasped and winced. Mark got her tiny pink love-bud all the way into his mouth and sucked on it fast and loud. Her greedy little clit was deliciously bathed in his steamy saliva and teased by the tip of his tongue.
Damn him anyhow, he was really getting to her. Donna gritted her teeth and struggled not to show her rapidly mounting excitement. But even though she remained quiet and unmoving, there was one sign of arousal she couldn't hide. No woman could hide it. She felt her love-starved little cunt starting to leak its juice. The hot fragrant stuff trickled out to moisten her inner thighs and Mark's chin. She prayed he wouldn't notice.
Mark was making a loud lewd slurping noise as he sucked fast and hard on her clit. Tommy and Terry exchanged grins. Whatever the hell Mark was doing, it looked like fun, and they could hardly wait to try it with girls their own age. The three boys had agreed that after tonight they'd leave Mrs. Davis alone. After all, the alternative was probably a broken nose from Mr. Davis.
"You sure she likes that?" Tommy said.
"She doesn't look very horny to me," Terry said.
Mark ignored them and went on sucking loudly and swiftly on Donna's tasty little pink clit. He didn't want to stop and explain things. But he knew he was making progress. He could feel her hot sticky cunt-juice starting to moisten his chin. He could feel her pussy getting hot and wet and swollen. He knew it wouldn't be long before her lust overcame her-as it had always done in the past.
Donna knew it, too, much to her shame and humiliation. She just could not resist the dizzying pleasure of having her clit sucked. Her cunt-cream flowed out in heavier and heavier gushes, and she knew Mark must be aware of it by now. She gritted her teeth and fought to stifle her groans of bliss. But she couldn't keep her body from quivering with lust.
Mark felt the quivering and knew it was time for the final step in his plan. Quickly he released her hot swollen joy button and jammed his face farther down in her steamy pussy. His thick stiff tongue found the drooling mouth of her cunt, and he quickly rammed it home. He thrust his tongue as far as he could in her boiling snug box.
"OHHHHHH," Donna wailed.
Mark started to tongue-fuck her, jerking his thick wet meat furiously in her steamy little cunt. Donna was defeated-she couldn't hide her wild enjoyment a moment longer. It felt so damned good to have something long and thick and stiff in her horny little box. She moaned and clawed the bed, and her thick fragrant cunt-cream gushed out to soak the boy's face.
"Oh, wow, she really likes THAT," Tommy cried.
"What's he doing?" Terry said. "I can't see."
"He's got his whole tongue up her cunt," Tommy said gleefully. "He's using it like a cock. Man, she's really getting off on it."
Donna was pink-faced with lusty enjoyment, and her ripe curvy body writhed as Mark noisily tongue-fucked her. The other two boys could see her thick cunt-cream oozing out around Mark's stabbing tongue. They watched him in admiration as he worked his slick gleaming tongue in Mrs. Davis' snug little hole.
"Boy, ol' Mark sure knows how to turn a girl on," Terry said.
"You better believe it," Tommy said. Mark enjoyed his friends' praise, but he was more interested in the changes coming over Donna. Her resistance was gone, and she wasn't trying to hide her pleasure any more. She worked her slick hot box eagerly up and down the impalement of his tongue, her cunt-cream gushing around him like molten lava.
She was finally ready for fucking-and not a moment too soon. Mark's stiff young cock was rubbing steadily against the bed as he tonguefucked her, and it was hard as hell to ignore. Twice he damned near shot his load all over the bedspread. His rosy hairless nut sacs were swollen and ready for action. He gave a few more deep rough thrusts of his tongue in her red-hot box, then withdrew and got on his knees.
"She's ready," he said triumphantly.
Donna blushed but didn't try to get away. She wouldn't have been allowed to escape anyhow. She trembled, both with embarrassment and lust, as Mark once more fitted-the fat purple head of his cock into her snug juicy cunt-mouth. This time there was no problem. He grunted and pushed, and his thick cock-meat glided easily up her silk-lined twat. "Ohhhhhh," Donna moaned.
She couldn't help it. Mark's pussy-eating had gotten her wildly aroused, and it felt terrific to take his thick hard prick all the way up her greedy little box. She was going to have to ball all three boys anyhow, so why not get some fun out of it? Her pride was rapidly dwindling, her lust mounting. As Mark began to fuck her, her pretty face twisted in a horny grimace.
Mark remained on his knees so his buddies would have a good view of the action. They watched pop-eyed as his pale blue-veined dick worked in and out between Donna's swollen pink cunt-lips. He fucked her slowly and deeply, wanting to prolong this triumphant moment. It was probably the last time he'd ever ball her, too, what with her old man coming home. He wanted to make the most of it.
"Hey, man, you gonna take all night?" Terry complained.
"Don't rush me," Mark sighed. "It's too good. Jesus, she's hot in there."
"Tell me about it," Tommy moaned.
It was acutely embarrassing for Donna to be watched and discussed like that, but even the shame of her situation couldn't cool the burning lust she felt as Mark worked his fine young cock in her, thrusting to her womb again and again. As the moments passed, she didn't mind her leering audience so much. All she could think of was getting off.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "OHHHHHH."
Mark grinned down at her. "Pretty good, huh, Mrs. Davis?" he panted. "You dig my fucking?"
Donna blushed hotly, and Terry and Tommy snickered. She didn't have to answer Mark's question. It was obvious to the boys that she was hotly aroused and loving every second of Mark's slow deep balling. Donna felt ashamed of herself, but she couldn't control the lusty movements of her body or the furious hot creaming of her cunt. She was very close to coming.
Mark was trying to hold back his own climax. He wanted to go on forever working his swollen cock-meat in Donna's wonderfully snug box. Her cunt was velvety, steamy, and slick. He moaned softly each time he pushed deep into her. He didn't care how impatient his buddies got-he wasn't going to rush.
But Tommy and Terry couldn't contain their impatience any longer. "Jesus, man," Tommy whined, "you been balling her for fifteen minutes. Give us a turn."
"Yeah," Terry complained, "you're taking way too long, man. My cock's about ready to burst."
"Tough," Mark said with a blissful sigh.
Tommy felt like this rigid young prick was going to burst right out of his jeans. It was turning him on like mad to see Mrs. Davis' beautiful pink slit and to watch Mark's stiff cock going in and out of her small wet cunt. It reminded him all too vividly of how great it was to fuck her, how hot and wet and juicy her box was. He just couldn't wait any longer.
Then he had an idea. It was kind of kinky, but it would work. Quickly Tommy threw off his clothes. His seven-inch prick was so swollen that the blue veins stood out, and his rosy nut sacs looked ready to burst with their load. He needed relief, and fast.
"Mark," he panted, "roll over."
"WHAT?" Mark said.
"Roll over. Get her on top," Tommy said urgently. "I wanta try something."
"Oh, all right," Mark sighed. He didn't want any hassle, so he rolled over, taking Donna with him. He settled on his back, with her sitting on him, his stiff cock still deeply lodged in her fiery-hot little twat. He went on fucking her slowly and deeply. No matter what Tommy did, he wasn't going to be hurried.
Tommy knelt behind Donna, straddling Mark's legs. He hungrily eyed the small wrinkled mouth of her asshole. He was sure his crazy idea would work-it was a hole, wasn't it, just like her cunt? He pressed the slick drooling head of his cock against the tiny clenched mouth and then pushed.
"OOOOOOO," Donna wailed.
She'd been so intent on Mark's delicious prolonged fucking that she hadn't paid any attention to what Tommy was doing. Now she HAD to pay attention. She felt his thick throbbing cock pushing right up her asshole. To her astonishment, it felt good, fantastically good.
"Aw, Christ," Tommy whimpered, "so friggin' TIGHT."
Donna's body blocked Mark's view, and he said to Terry, "What's he doing to her?" Terry giggled. "He's putting his dick up her ass."
Mark broke into a broad grin. "Hey, far out, man," he said. "We can both ball her at the same time."
"That's the idea," Tommy said with a blissful sigh.
He had to work slowly into her because her asshole was so tight, but at last he was sunk clear to his balls in her searing-hot slick brownie. He felt sure it was the tightest thing he'd ever fuck. Moaning softly, he started to work his cock in her, moving slowly, deeply, just like Mark was doing. Through a thin wall of flesh he could feel his buddy's cock.
"Oh, wow, fantastic," Tommy moaned.
"Yeah, really out of sight," Mark agreed.
Donna agreed, too, but in silence. She'd never dreamed of fucking two men at once, but it was happening and it was marvelous. The two thick hard cocks moved in identical rhythm, slowly and deeply stuffing her cunt and asshole. The pleasure was indescribable. She creamed furiously, her thick hot juice flooding out onto both boys' balls.
"Ahhhhh," she whined, "AHHHHHH."
"Does it feel good?" Tommy panted. "Is it okay for you, taking two cocks?"
Donna was too hotly excited to conceal her feelings. "Yes," she gasped, "yes, it's wonderful. Oh, God, don't hurry. Just keep doing it to me, both of you. It's so GOOD."
While all this was going on, red-haired Terry was watching gloomily. He was the only one left out of the fun. He wished he'd gotten Tommy's idea of balling her in the ass, but now that hole was taken. There seemed to be no place for his painfully swollen cock-or was there? Suddenly he grinned.
"Hey, make room for me, you guys," he said.
Before anyone could answer, Terry was out of his clothes and joining the group. He stood in front of Donna, straddling Mark's body. Gingerly he bent his stiff six-inch cock downward till the swollen purple head touched Donna's lips.
"Please," he said hoarsely, "suck my cock, Mrs. Davis. Get me off."
Donna opened her mouth instantly. Carried away with dizzying lust, she was ready for any kinky experiment. And why leave Terry out of the fun? Why not take care of him-and enjoy three cocks at once? She sucked his stiff tasty meat deep into her mouth. "Awwwww, Jesus, YEAH," Terry yelped.
Mrs. Davis' mouth was steamy-hot and juicy around his stiff eager prick. She tickled his sensitive cock-head with her tongue. She sucked hard and fast on his prick, drawing it clear into her silk lined throat. It felt so good that Terry had to clutch her shoulders for balance. Soon he was jerking his hips, fucking her mouth in short hard jabs. By now everyone was beyond speech. The room was filled with grunts and groans and yelps as the three horny boys worked their cocks frantically in Donna's mouth and cunt and asshole. Donna was almost fainting with bliss. Her belly was deliciously stuffed with two pounding cocks, and Terry's delicious prick-juice was dribbling onto her tongue.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, "UMMMMM."
She began to come, her lovely body rocking violently. Terry felt her mouth go snug and hot around his meat, and he yelped and began to shoot his load. Tommy and Mark felt her whole pussy tighten up in orgasm, squeezing their cocks, and they started coming, too. Finally the exhausted quartet fell apart.
"Jesus, it's late," Mark said. "We better split. But don't worry, Mrs. Davis, we'll never tell anyone about this."
"Thank you, boys," Donna sighed.
She was going to miss her young lovers terribly, she was sure. But she still loved Bill and was committed to her marriage. Tomorrow she'd find out whether that marriage could last.
CHAPTER NINE
Bill came home early the next evening.
When Donna heard him walk into the house, her heart pounded. She'd decided to make a full confession to him, telling him all about her teenage lovers. Only that way, she believed, could she shock him into changing his ways.
She hurried into the living room to meet him. "Hello, darling," she said with a nervous smile.
"Hello," Bill said. "Hey, you look terrific, honey."
He stood there staring hungrily at her. Donna had gone to special pains to look nice for him. She was wearing a very sexy black lace negligee, black high heels, and her flaming-red hair hung straight and clean and glossy to below her shoulders. The sight would have turned on any man-and it even seemed to be working on Bill.
But of course he'd been on the road for over a week, and he'd probably been having horny fantasies about her the whole time. That had happened before, and it hadn't affected his lousy performance in bed. He'd just jump onto her, ball her for thirty seconds, and come. That was Bill's idea of a great fuck. Well, not any more-not if Donna had anything to say about it.
"Sit down and relax, darling," she said. "Can I get you a drink?"
"You sure can," Bill sighed. He flopped onto the couch and began removing his boots. "Make one for yourself, too, and come and sit with me."
"All right, dear," Donna said.
Her hands were shaking as she mixed the drinks. Very soon she was going to be telling her husband all about her adultery with the three adolescent boys. It wasn't going to be easy, and there was no guarantee that Bill wouldn't just storm out of the house and never come back. But she was willing to take any risk to improve their love life.
"Here you are, dear," Donna said, handing Bill his drink. She sat down beside him on the couch.
"So how was your trip?"
Bill shrugged. "The usual. Nothing special. I could hardly wait to get home."
Donna reddened. Some homecoming this was going to be! And how was she going to start telling him? She couldn't just casually say, "Oh, by the way, darling, while you were gone I balled the paper boy." She thought frantically, looking for a way to ease into the subject. But there seemed to be no gentle way to confess her cheating.
"Did you miss me?" Bill said.
Donna blushed. "Of course, I did, darling," she said. "I always do."
Of course she hadn't missed him QUITE so much this time. She'd been too busy hopping from one teenage lover to another. Once more she tried to start her confession, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. She couldn't think of what to say. She couldn't even get one word out.
Bill edged closer to her, till their thighs were touching. "I'm glad you missed me," he said, "because I sure as hell missed you." He leaned over and kissed her.
Oh-oh, Donna thought, here it comes.
"It" was the Welcome Home Quickie, that fast fuck Bill always wanted when he got back from a long absence. It didn't do a thing for Donna, because it was over before she even got started. She didn't look forward to it, but of course she'd do it. She was Bill's wife and wanted to please him. She let her mouth go soft and yielding under his kiss, and Bill slipped his tongue into her mouth.
He drew her hard against him, till the points of her tits flattened against his broad hard chest. He ran his big rough hands eagerly up and down her warm silky body. Donna couldn't help feeling a spark of excitement, although she knew it would end in frustration. Bill's love-making still aroused her-right up to the point when he came too fast.
Bill broke the kiss, grinned, and said, "Let's go in the bedroom, okay?"
"Okay," Donna said, forcing a smile.
As she led the way down the hall to the bedroom, Donna decided to postpone her confession till the next day. There was no point in spoiling their love-making tonight. Let Bill have his quickie and get a good long sleep, and then she'd tell him how and why their marriage had to change.
In the bedroom Bill undressed very quickly. Donna was still brushing her hair as he drew off the last of his clothing. She watched him in the dresser mirror. Damn it all, he was a gorgeous hunk of man. His tall hard-muscled body put all her teenage lovers to shame. Even if he was a poor lover, the sight of his naked body still turned her on like mad.
His cock was the best she'd ever seen, too. It was very stiff tonight, as it always was after a long time away from her. His super-thick eight-inch prick was so heavy that it wagged before him instead of pointing up. His big rosy balls, lightly matted with brown hairs, were hugely swollen.
If only he knew how to use that fantastic equipment! Donna sighed with frustration. It was making her hotly horny just to look at him, but she knew it would all end in disappointment. Bill would hump her for a few strokes and then come, leaving her high and dry. It happened every time.
"Come on, honey," he said eagerly, "get undressed. I'm waiting for you."
"All right, Bill," she sighed.
She turned, untied the belt of her negligee, and let the filmy garment float to the floor. Underneath she was wearing matching black lace bikini panties and bra. Bill's eyes widened in horny appreciation, and she saw his big stiff cock give a sharp lurch. She smiled enticingly and unhooked her bra and drew it off.
"Oh, Christ," Bill sighed, "I still have the sexiest wife in town. Baby, nobody would believe you're thirty-seven. You look twenty to me."
"Thank you, darling," Donna purred. "You don't look so bad yourself."
Her big naked tits quivered gently. The full round globes peaked in the soft pink buds of her nipples. Bill gawked admiringly at her boobs, and then his gaze shifted downward as Donna skinned out of her panties. He licked his lips when he saw the fiery-red little triangle of her bush.
"Come here, woman," he growled.
Naked, Donna crossed the room slowly, tantalizing him on purpose. Though she knew tonight's love-making would end in frustration for her, she loved Bill deeply and wanted to make it as good as possible for him. So she played along, enticing him, making him think she was as hotly aroused as he was.
"Hurry up, bitch," Bill chuckled. "It's gonna take you all night to get over here."
"Greedy," Donna teased.
When she'd finally strolled within arm's length, Bill grabbed her. With a horny growl he rolled her onto the bed. Donna waited for him to jump roughly onto her and jab his cock into her like he always did. She calculated that the whole fuck would be over in less than a minute. Then he'd fall asleep and snore.
To her surprise, Bill eased her gently onto her back and began fondling her big ripe jugs. His slightly callused hands felt exciting on the tender flesh of her boobs. She was pleased. Bill rarely took the time to arouse her any more, and she loved it when he played with her tits.
"Ummmm, that's nice," she sighed.
"Nice for me, too," he grinned. "You've still got the greatest pair of knockers I ever saw."
His gentle fondling soon changed to excited molding and squeezing. He pressed big fistfuls of hot creamy-pale tit, then bent down and applied quick feathery kisses all over her sensitive boobs.
Donna was surprised and pleased. It wasn't like Bill to take his time or do anything new in bed.
But the biggest surprise was yet to come. Bill seized her big ripe left tit and raised it a little, then brought his mouth down around the soft pink nipple. He drew the little bud into his mouth and started sucking on it. Donna felt instant excitement. His mouth was wonderfully hot and wet around her tender bud.
"Oh, Bill, yes," she sighed, "that's marvelous."
It really was. Hot waves of pleasure radiated down her body as he sucked fast and hard on her nipple, and she felt an answering glow in her pussy. Bill was going out of his way to please her tonight. It had been years since he'd sucked her tits. She felt her left nipple going stiff and rigid in his mouth.
He released it and sucked in her right nipple. He bathed it in his boiling saliva, tickled it with the wet tip of his tongue. He sucked on it loudly and wetly, and again Donna felt the pleasure shooting all the way down to her moistening pussy. Her whole slit began to swell and moisten and heat.
"Ummmm," she sighed. "Bill, you devil, that feels fantastic."
She didn't really want to get aroused. It wouldn't be worth it, because he'd leave her frustrated as usual. But, dammit, it was impossible not to get hot and excited with him sucking loudly on her tit. She decided not to fight it. Tomorrow would be soon enough to try for changes in their love-making. She'd endured his lousy performance for twenty years, and she could do it one more night.
Besides, this wasn't such a lousy performance for a change. Bill sucked her pretty little pink nipples till they were both erect and throbbing and her breasts had swollen up full and taut. He didn't rush. He must have spent five minutes just fooling around with her tits. That was really something, because usually he ignored her jugs completely.
Finally he abandoned her big swollen tits and started kissing his way down her silky sleek body, over her ribs and belly and into her fragrant flame colored bush. Donna felt his hot moist breath in her curly little muff, and she quivered with excitement. Then she told herself not to get her hopes up. Bill had never gone down on her in all the years of their marriage, and he wasn't likely to start now.
But she was due for another surprise. Never before had Bill touched her below the waist-it was as if her pussy didn't exist as a receptacle for his cock. Now she felt him gently separating the furry lips of her bush and exposing the bright red lump of her clit. He pressed a fingertip to it and began to rub.
"Oooooooo," Donna squealed. "That doesn't hurt, does it?" Bill said. "Oh, my goodness, no," Donna moaned. "It feels wonderful, darling. Please, keep doing it." She heard him chuckle, and then he was rubbing her clit again, moving his fingertip gently but steadily back and forth over the slick little bump. Her whole belly melted with pleasure, and her hungry little cunt leaked its first juice of the evening. She didn't know what had come over Bill, but she sure wasn't knocking it. She'd wanted him to do this for years.
"Oh, darling, that's so good," she sighed.
"I know something that'd feel even better," Bill chuckled.
"Then do it, do it," Donna urged.
If he wanted to finally start experimenting at the age of forty, that was fine with her. Better late than never. She quivered with horny excitement, waiting to see what he'd try next. She felt his hot breath fanning her aroused juicy clit, as if he were bending right over the plump pink bud. But Bill wouldn't do that. He wouldn't dream of giving her head.
Or would he?
Donna could hardly believe it when she felt the first slick hot stroke of his tongue on her sensitive little joy button. But she had to believe the stunning pleasure she felt. Dizzily she glanced down and saw her husband tonguing her clit. It really was true! Bill had snaked out his gleaming red tongue and was lapping her tiny red love-bud briskly, hungrily.
"OHHHHHH," Donna wailed. "Oh, darling, YES."
Again she wondered about the change in Bill, but she wasn't going to puzzle it out now. All she wanted to do was lie there with her legs wide open and feed him her greedy little clit. He tongued it faster and faster, till she was panting and clawing the bed. Her cunt-cream was gushing out,' soaking his chin.
"Bill, it's wonderful," she cried hoarsely. "I-I think I'm going to come. Oh, yes, just a little more, darling. Yes, yes, AHHHHHH."
She began to climax explosively, her body rocking, her cunt spewing a flood of hot sticky juice. Bill had yet another surprise for her. As her fragrant thick cream gushed out, he burrowed into her pussy and lapped up the hot liquid and swallowed it with a greedy gurgle. At last Donna sighed and went limp.
"My God," she sighed, "that was terrific. I didn't know you knew how to eat pussy."
Bill just grinned. She had a brief glimpse of his face, smeared with her cream, and then he plunged into her steamy little slit again. She felt his big thick tongue exploring all over, slithering into the hot wet folds of her cunt-lips, rimming the wet little mouth of her twat. She quivered with excitement. .
"Oh, yes, darling, eat me," she whimpered. "I just love that, Bill."
She hardly had to tell him. He must have been able to feel how swollen her slit was, how juicy and scalding hot. He certainly could feel the steady stream of juice from her cunt. He was lapping it up and swallowing it, his slick tongue-tip tracing the tasty stream right to its source. He briefly -rimmed the mouth of her cunt, then began easing his thick slippery tongue right up her box.
"Oh, my God, YES," Donna gasped. "Put your tongue in my cunt, Bill. YES."
She opened her legs as wide as she could, bending them back at the knees. Bill thrust his thick tongue clear to the root in her hot little cunt-hole. She answered with a thick rush of juice. For a moment the pleasure was so stunning that she couldn't even breathe. Then she let out her breath in a loud excited gasp.
"OHHHH," she cried, "YES. I want your tongue in me, Bill. Fuck me with your tongue."
Ordinarily Bill would have been shocked and upset if she'd talked like that. But tonight it only seemed to excite him more. He started jerking his tongue in her like a frantic cock, plunging it roughly up and down in her clinging silk-lined box. Donna went wild with pleasure, slamming her pussy against his face.
"I love it, I love it," she babbled.
It seemed miraculous that Bill should suddenly turn into an expert pussy-eater. She flashed that he might have learned it from another woman, while on the road. Instantly she knew she didn't care. Wherever he'd learned it, he was here now, giving her the benefit of his learning. And that was all she cared about.
"Oh, God, Bill, I'm going to come again," she panted. "It's wonderful, darling, wonderful. Ohhhh, OHHHHHHH."
Her convulsing cunt gripped his tongue tightly as she came, but Bill managed to go on jerking his tongue in her box and greedily gobbling her hot juice. Only when she finally went limp and motionless did he pull his tongue out of her flooded twat. He raised his flushed cream-smeared face and grinned at her.
"So you like my little surprise?" he said.
"Oh, my God, yes," Donna sighed. "But now it's my turn to surprise you, darling. Here's something I've wanted to do for years."
She hoped he wouldn't be turned off, but she just couldn't resist. If ever they were going to break through the barrier of his sexual hang-ups, tonight was the night. She rolled away from him, teasingly pushed him down on his back, and dived for his cock.
"Hey, crazy lady, what are you doing?" Bill laughed.
"Just relax and find out," Donna giggled.
She kissed the knobby purple head of his cock, smearing her lips with his tasty juice, and then started kissing all over the pale blue-veined stalk. She was hotly excited. For so long she'd wanted to explore her husband's dick, kiss it, lick it, taste it. It was silky-skinned, hot, and hard as steel, a delight to touch.
She kissed down to his curly brown bush, then stuck out her little pink tongue and licked her way back up again. Bill was quivering with excitement, and when she reached the super-sensitive head of his cock, tickling and lapping it with her wet tongue-tip, he moaned loudly. Donna wriggled her tongue into the small mouth of his cock, eating up his salty juice.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, that's GOOD," Bill gasped.
Donna intended to make it even better. She opened her mouth wide and brought it down around the huge swollen head of his prick. Dipping her head down, she took his thick long cock all the way in, swallowing the forward half of it. She held his swollen meat in the hot silky grip of her mouth and throat.
"Awwwwww," Bill whined. "Baby, fantastic. But don't let me come. Wanta ball you."
That brought Donna back to reality. The fun was almost over. In another minute he'd want his jack-rabbit fuck, and then he'd go to sleep. She knew she'd better grab her pleasure while she could get it. She sucked greedily and loudly on his prick, tasting and swallowing his bubbling cock-juice.
"Oh, Jesus, that's enough," Bill moaned. "I'm just about to come."
Reluctantly Donna let his huge tasty cock slip from her mouth. She could have gone on sucking and eating him for hours, but she knew he was impatient and horny after his week on the road. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs for him. Bill ALWAYS did it in the missionary position.
To her astonishment, he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. "HEY," Donna squeaked.
"Just for variety," Bill chuckled.
He knelt behind her, seized her slim hips, and poked the swollen head of his dick into her steamy slick cunt. Slowly he worked his thick meat into her, deliciously stuffing her hotly-aroused box. Donna reminded herself not to get too excited-it would all be over in a few seconds, much quicker than she could come. As he began to ball her, she sighed with frustration.
Fifteen minutes later Bill was still fucking her.
Donna didn't know what to think. Her husband was a whole new man, a magnificent lover. For the first time in their marriage she'd been able to come as many times as she needed to. And still he didn't stop. He just kept humping away blissfully, sighing and moaning and working his meat in her juicy little cunt-hole.
"Darling," Donna panted, "don't you want to rest?"
"Nope," Bill said, "this is too much fun."
"Bill," she said, "I just have to ask. What's come over you? Why are you so different?"
"I had to change," he said, "or I was going to lose you. We both knew I was a crappy lover. And I couldn't stand to lose you, Donna."
"Darling, I'm so pleased," Donna said. "But is it good for you? Do you mind changing?"
"Hell, no," Bill said earnestly. "We should have tried all this stuff years ago. I haven't had so much fun since I was a teenager."
Speaking of teenagers... Donna made a firm decision then and there. She'd never tell Bill about her young lovers. There was no need to tell him now. He was everything she wanted in a man. And she had a feeling he was keeping a secret, too. He couldn't have learned all this wonderful new sexplay from a book. It was best that they both keep their secrets.
"What if I put it in your ass?" Bill panted.
"WHAT?" Donna squeaked.
"You heard me, bitch," he chuckled.
Donna couldn't help laughing. Once Bill started experimenting, he couldn't be stopped-and she was all for it. "I'd love it," she admitted.
Bill whipped his stiff wet cock out of her cunt and eased it up her tiny hot asshole. "How does that feel?" he panted.
"Terrific," Donna sighed. "And tomorrow night we can do it hanging from the chandelier."
