Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true when it comes to sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, many people harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. It is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The widowed Irene Taylor finds this out with the help of her neighbors. In discovering that they are not so different in their desires, she opens herself up to a way of life that is freer and brings everyone closer together.
NAUGHTY HOT WIDOW is the story of an average woman who embarks on a new lifestyle, one that she feels is best for herself.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Irene Taylor, a statuesque woman with auburn hair, wandered naked through her house, humming to herself. There was no one there to see her. She could do any damned thing she pleased-eat when she wanted to, sleep when she wanted to. She didn't have to wear a stitch of clothes if she didn't feel like it. The only problem was, she felt so lonely.
Irene paused in front of a full-length mirror in the hall and studied her reflection. She saw a woman who looked much younger than her thirty-five years. She was five-feet-seven, beautifully built, with big thrusting tits and long legs. Her reddish-brown hair was naturally curly and fell below her shoulders. All in all, Irene decided, she looked terrific. Too bad she didn't have anyone around to notice.
Sighing, she continued her leisurely journey from the shower to the bedroom. She was in no hurry to get to bed, because she knew it was going to be another restless night. It was always like that when she felt horny. She would toss and turn, and she would play with her pussy out of desperation, but her longing for a man would keep her awake. So she didn't look forward to getting under the covers and turning off the light. That was when the worst craving started.
Irene flopped onto her king-sized bed and moaned: "Dammit, Bob, where are you when I really need you?"
Her husband Bob had died six months earlier, prematurely and very unexpectedly. He was a successful businessman and had left her so well off that she didn't have to work, but he hadn't left her what she needed more than anything else-a man. Bob had been a terrific lover, and half a year after his death, Irene missed him more than ever. Sometimes she thought she'd go crazy with horniness.
Tonight was one of those times.
Her pussy was swollen and fiery hot, and she couldn't stop creaming as she recalled some of the torrid fuck sessions she and Bob had had in their fifteen years of marriage. She ached to feel a nice hard cock fucking into her starved cunt and hammering her into orgasm. She hadn't been fucked in six months, and the frustration was getting to be unbearable.
But by now she'd learned that there was only one thing to do if she ever hoped to get to sleep. She would have to masturbate and ease some of that fuck-lust. When she masturbated, she always had a good fantasy to go along with it. Tonight she chose her very favorite. But it wasn't really a fantasy-it was a memory. The image that turned her on most of all was the memory of her own wedding night. Just the thought of it made her cream heavily and helplessly...
Irene was twenty, a virgin, and she'd been brought up to believe that nice girls don't fuck before marriage. So she'd held out on poor Bob for the whole year of their engagement. They'd petted like crazy, of course, but she'd never gone all the way with him. By the time their wedding night came, she could hardly wait to get rid of her damned cherry. She'd done her duty. She'd waited for marriage, but now she was dying to be fucked.
After the ceremony, she and Bob drove to a remote beach resort where they had a cabin reserved. They didn't bother to look at the ocean. In fact, they didn't bother to eat dinner or unpack their bags. They just locked the door, pulled the curtains, and began to undress. They didn't even have to discuss what they wanted to do first. Naked, they raced for the bed, and Bob pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, darting his tongue in and out between her moist and eagerly parted lips.
"Mmmmmmm, darling, I'm so excited!" Irene panted.
"Then think how excited I am," Bob chuckled.
He'd been waiting a whole year to fuck her, and now it was finally going to happen. His hands darted all over her hot silky body, and he was actually shivering with lust.
Irene felt his rock-hard cock pressing hard against her belly and leaving sticky spots of fuck juice. She creamed furiously, the molten liquid soaking her fever-hot pussy.
She could hardly wait to take Bob's iron hard cock into her virgin pussy.
She reached down and curled her fingers around his throbbing prick. She loved playing with his cock, and had done so many times before. It was the only way she could get him off without fucking. Many a night she'd fisted and pumped her fiance's cock until he came, and then he'd returned the favor by fingerfucking her juicy little cunt. They'd joked that, thanks to his finger, it wouldn't hurt a bit when he finally fucked his cock into her cunt.
But pain or no pain, Irene was ready to take that final step and become a complete woman. She quivered with excitement as she thought about fucking. She pumped and squeezed Bob's thick eight-inch prick while he gave her deep steady tongue-kisses and explored her body with his hot eager hands. When they finally came up for air, they were both flushed with arousal and breathing hard.
"Bob, are we going to fuck now?" Irene asked breathlessly.
Bob, who was ten years older than her and had a kind of fatherly attitude toward her, laughed and patted her ass.
"Simmer down, girl," he grinned. "We've got all night. And I wanta make your first time just right. I wanta be sure you're ready."
Irene could have told him that she'd been ready to fuck since the moment she first met him, but she decided not to argue. Bob probably knew best. After all, he'd been around and she hadn't. Now, she didn't protest as he rolled her onto her back, bent her knees, and spread her legs. He knelt between her splayed thighs and ogled her wet pink cunt slit and her large melon-shaped tits.
"Mine at last," he leered.
Irene creamed helplessly. It turned her on like crazy to be lying in that lewd exposed posture, legs spread wide, pussy on full display for the man she loved. Bob reached down and squeezed big fistfuls of hot silky tit, and Irene gurgled with arousal. Her big conical pink nipples responded fast to his touch and blossomed into long rigid buds. She was creaming steadily now, her molten pussy juice overflowing her tiny cunt and dribbling down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhh, Bob, you're turning me on so much, I just can't wait," she moaned.
"Easy," he said. "I want to get you good and ready. I want everything to be just right for you."
It was nice of him to be so considerate, but her lust was driving her crazy. She was writhing with need as he fondled her tits and thumbed her tender nipples into throbbing erection. Maddeningly, he seemed to be in no hurry at all. His cock was so stiff, it hugged his belly, and his prick was dripping thick globs of cream-but Bob didn't seem impatient. He acted as if they had all night, which of course they did-but Irene was aching with need.
"Please, honey, please," she whimpered.
But Bob didn't reply. He had his own game w plan, and he was sticking to it no matter what. He fondled her big hot tits till they were swollen, the nipples sticking out lewdly, and then he lowered himself to his belly between her outstretched legs. She felt his breath tickling her pussy, hot and moist, and she shivered with anticipation. Bob was a terrific pussy eater. He hadn't sucked her cunt often, though, reserving it as a special treat. So every time he ate her pussy, she became wildly aroused.
"Yes, Bob, lick me!" she panted.
She felt him folding back the reddish-brown fur of her cunt bush and isolating the pea-size lump of her clit, the most exquisitely sensitive spot on her whole body. Just the tickle of his hot breath on that tender bud was enough to make her moan with excitement. Now he stuck out his tongue and pressed the pointed tip to her hotly throbbing clit, flicking it gently but steadily, and Irene gave a low hoarse cry and creamed all over his face.
"My God, yessss," she hissed.
For a while, she forgot her frantic urge to be fucked. Having her clit tongued was such a heavenly sensation, she couldn't think about anything else. She kept her thighs spread as wide as possible, giving Bob access to her seething cunt slit, and she creamed steadily and uncontrollably, the molten pussy juice gushing down her ass crack. With each flick of his tongue tip, she experienced a sizzling jolt of pleasure that ripped through her pussy.
"Ooooooo, baby, I love it, I love it," she whimpered.
Bob began to roam around with his tongue, stabbing at her erect clit and then darting deeper down into the cream-soaked pink flesh of her pussy gash. She was sensitive everywhere down there, and she whimpered and creamed and clawed the bed while his tongue probed and explored. She felt the stiff tip dart in and out of her virgin cunt, and she sobbed with fuck-lust.
"Put it in me, Bob," she begged. "Stick your tongue all the way in!"
For just a brief moment, he did. She gasped and almost came when he suddenly crammed his tongue right to the root in her virgin pussy. It felt heavenly. But his goal was to arouse her, not to get her off, and he quickly withdrew his tongue and went back to licking her clit. By now Irene was on fire with need, and she felt like she would come if she sneezed.
But Bob was an expert when it came to oral sex, and he would bring her just to the tantalizing brink of climax, then not quite let her get off. His pointed tongue tip would drill deliciously at her clit, then dart away just at the last moment. She'd never felt more insanely aroused in her life...
Fifteen years later, recalling that night, she felt just as aroused. Irene visualized every second of her wedding night, and as she did so her swollen pussy grew soaked with her gushing cream. After six months of playing with herself for relief, she'd developed a few favorite techniques. One of them was not to touch her pussy till she simply couldn't wait another second.
Now she'd reached that point. Her memory had taken her to the moment when Bob was tonguing her pussy but not letting her come, and she felt just as horny and frustrated as she had then. With a moan, she slid her hand down her sleek hot body and between her thighs. She pressed a fingertip to the swollen, throbbing lump of her clit and began to massage it in a circular motion. Hot blasts of pleasure radiated from the little bud and seared her whole pussy.
"Yessss, baby, yessss," she hissed.
She still talked as if Bob were with her, doing all those delicious things to her. After all, she'd never fucked anybody but Bob, so it was hard to fantasize anybody else as a partner. Now she closed her eyes and rubbed her clit and let her memory take over, carrying her back to that fantastic night fifteen years ago...
"Bob, I can't stand it. I'm horny enough to die," Irene sobbed. "Please, honey, get me off."
"Uh-uh, greedy, you'll just have to wait," Bob grinned.
Damn him, he was in perfect control of himself. He had to be just as horny and eager as she was, but he refused to rush. Like he'd said, he wanted to make everything just right for their very first fuck. Well, that was all fine and dandy, but Irene felt as if she'd die of frustration if she didn't get off pretty soon. Bob was fucking his tongue in and out of the steamy folds in her cunt gash, teasing her, driving her just to the brink of orgasm and then drawing back.
Then he did something else that drove her crazy with need, something he'd done only once or twice before. He shoved his hands under her firm little ass and lifted her pelvis up. Now her tiny puckered asshole was within reach of his tongue. He -rimmed her ass fast and hungrily with his stiff tongue tip, and Irene almost blacked out with excitement.
"Ooooo, Bob, you devil, keep doing that," she gasped. "Please keep doing it to me."
His pointed tongue tip darted in and out of the squeezing little opening of her shitter, and she gushed hot pussy juice all over his face. It made her crazy to realize that if he would just shove his tongue a little farther into her asshole, she'd come like a bomb. But she knew he wouldn't do it. No, damn him, he'd get her right to the edge, then leave her there. Greedily, she jerked her hips, trying to impale her seething asshole on his stiff tongue.
It was no use-he wouldn't let her do it. Irene was almost sobbing with need by now, and her molten cream was dripping from her cunt in thick floods, puddling on the bed beneath her. He fucked just the tip of his tongue in and out of her asshole till she felt ready to explode, then licked back up through the swollen folds of her pussy till he was tonguing her clit again. Her pussy was on fire with need, and all she could think about was coming.
"Bob, I can't take it any more," she whimpered. "I'll go crazy if I don't get off. Please, honey, let's fuck now. Haven't we waited long enough?"
Bob rose to his knees and looked down at his gorgeous big-titted young bride. "Yeah, I guess you could say we've waited long enough," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
He let himself down on her, and she felt the huge hard head of his stiff cock gliding into the molten pit of her cunt mouth. At last it was going to happen. The moment she'd dreamed about for a whole year was finally here, and she was going to take a swollen cock into her cunt for the very first time. She shivered with anticipation and soaked the head of his prick with a huge hot rush of pussy cream.
"Yes, Bob, stick your cock in me, fuck me," she moaned...
Reviving that memory, the moment when Bob's cock first entered her virgin cunt, Irene began playing with herself in a different way. She'd been massaging her clit in that circular motion, getting herself aroused to fever pitch, but now she needed to imitate the actions of a cock. She bunched three fingers together and began easing them into her cream-slick pussy, pretending it was her husband's lust-engorged prick.
"Ahhhhh, darling, yesssss," she hissed, "stick that big cock into me. Give me all of it."
Her fingers were no substitute for the real thing, but they were better than nothing at all. Panting and whimpering with need, she eased the three bunched fingers into her drooling cunt and began to jerk them in a fucking motion. She gurgled in ecstasy as she felt the steady hot blasts of pleasure ripping through her pussy. With that steady fucking action going in her cunt, she could let herself drift back in time again, back to the very moment when Bob had taken her cherry...
"Ahhhhh, Bob, yes, get your cock into me," Irene sobbed.
Bob's massive hard cock head was just inside her tiny cunt mouth, not even an inch into her pussy. It was spreading her delicate pussy lips wide, and his cock head felt like a cannonball trying to enter her body. But her fears weren't nearly as strong as her desires, and she was creaming all over the huge knob of prick flesh and jerking her hips, trying to take his prick even farther into her hot little pussy hole.
"Easy, honey, this could hurt," Bob said gently.
"I don't care," Irene whimpered. "I want your cock in me, I want it now!"
"Okay, greedy, here goes," he said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my God," she gasped.
He was fucking into her now, steadily filling her cunt with his wrist-thick cock. Irene panicked for a second, positive she couldn't take that enormous slab of cock meat and not be torn in half. Then she realized that her cunt was expanding like elastic, that it was made for his big cock. It was scary, but she could do it. She slumped back, panting and whimpering, as her new husband crammed his throbbing prick into her untried cunt. His cock tip touched her womb, and she felt stuffed with prick.
"You okay, honey?" Bob asked hoarsely.
'Yes, I'm fine," Irene said in a weak voice.
"Good," he said. "The worst is over. Now it should start to be fun."
He had to be kidding! She felt as if she had a telephone pole fucked up her cunt. Now he slipped his hands under her ass again and cupped the hot globes firmly, holding her in place. He began to fuck her, pistoning his big stiff cock in and out of her tiny fuck hole. He began with slow, deep, sensuous fuck-strokes, letting her get used to it. Irene found her excitement returning. It really was thrilling to feel that huge hot slab of cock meat working inside her pussy.
"Take it, baby, take it deep," Bob crooned. "It's gonna start feeling real good now."
Irene didn't reply, but she began to relax. She slipped her arms around his neck and clung to him, arching and rubbing her body against his. That way, his big hard cock sawed up and down her clit and gave her little jolts of pleasure. She began to see how fucking could be a whole lot of fun. She began to cream again, a little at first, then a thick steady stream. That made the fucking slicker and easier.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned. "Yes, I like it."
"I sure hope so," Bob chuckled, "otherwise I'll trade you in on another model."
He fucked her just a little faster, a little harder, and this time it felt good. That sawing cock shaft stimulated her clit and gave her regular hot rushes of pleasure. Her creaming got heavier, and then she felt the urge to fuck back at him. She began to jerk her hips to his rhythm, meeting each deep lunge of his cock with a thrust of her body, taking his cock meat as deep as she could get it. Now those deep fuck-thrusts began to excite her hotly.
"Yesssss, Bob, do it to me, fuck hard," she hissed.
"You're sure you can take it?" he panted.
"Yes, give me everything you've got," Irene cried. "Really fuck me now, baby. I'm ready!"
Clutching her hot little ass and holding her firmly, Bob snorted with lust and fucked her till her teeth rattled. Her tall big-titted body felt fragile now, shuddering with the impact of his fucking, but this was exactly the sensation she craved. She wanted to be taken, fucked, dominated. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed in ecstasy as her new husband's pile driving cock fucked her to the brink of release.
"Ahhhhh, God, yes," she sobbed, "that's it, honey-fuck the living shit out of me!"
The bed began to creak and shake as Bob pulled out all stops and fucked into her cunt as hard and fast as he could. Irene felt like she was blacking out with excitement, but then she realized she was coming, coming like she'd never come before. Her whole body seemed to explode.
"Ahhhhhh, Bob, I'm coming, whaaahhhh!" he roared.
"Yes, honey, cream me," Irene sobbed...
"Cream me, Bob, come in my pussy hard," she moaned fifteen years later as she recalled that fantastic night. But now she had only her fingers to bring her off. She was fucking the three bunched fingers roughly, deeply, in her frantically needy cunt. And all the while, she pretended it was that long-ago night when he took her virginity and made her come like she'd never come before. Faster and faster she worked her fingers, reaming and cramming her red-hot cunt.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, fuck it to me, honey, fuck," she whimpered.
After six months without fucking, Irene had become such an expert finger-fucker that she could hold herself just on the edge of orgasm, prolonging the delicious sensations. She did that now, whining with need, yet reluctant to end the fun. She pretended it was Bob's big rock-hard cock fucking deep in her tight fuck hole, giving her stab after stab of pleasure. But finally there came a point when she had to come or go out of her mind with need.
She gave a final hard deep fuck-thrust of her fingers and screamed.
"Unnnhhhh, God! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she yelled.
The delicious spasms rocked her body, and she soaked her pumping fingers with blast after blast of molten pussy cream. But when it was all over and she lay panting for breath, she still felt horny and unsatisfied. Her fingers would never replace a man's stiff and swollen cock. She needed a man of her own, and there was just no getting around that need.
She knew she wasn't going to sleep, not for a long time. The aching need in her pussy was just too strong. Sighing, she got up and put on a robe. Rather than lie there tossing and turning, she might as well take a walk. She slipped out the back door of her house and into her moonlit yard.
CHAPTER TWO
Walking around outdoors didn't do much to take Irene's mind off her burning fuck-lust, but at least it was better than tossing and turning in bed. Her back yard was very private, surrounded by fences and hedges, and she could have walked around naked if she'd wanted to. The night was warm enough. Irene considered it for a moment, then decided it would make her even hornier than she already was. That she didn't need.
No matter how briskly she walked, all she could think about was her desperate need for a man. She could finger-fuck herself steadily for the next year, and it still wouldn't end that craving. She needed to take a big hard cock into her long-deprived cunt-it was as simple as that. She needed to be fucked, fucked roughly and thoroughly, before she would be satisfied. But how was she going to find a man to fuck her?
It had been fifteen years since she'd dated, and she didn't even know how to begin again. Besides that, all the men of her own age that she knew were married. In fact, they were married to her friends. Several of them had hinted that they'd be glad to help her out if she got lonesome, but Irene didn't want to fuck her friends' husbands. She wanted a man of her own. It was just that she didn't have the remotest idea of how to find one.
Gloomily thinking these things, she left the back yard and strolled into one of the side yards, a narrow passage separated from the neighbors' yard by just a low hedge. She'd gone only a few steps before she stopped and stared.
The neighbors' house was only about twenty feet away, and she could see right into their bedroom. The lights were on in there, the curtains not drawn yet, and the window slightly open.
Irene knew she was being nosy, but she was always curious about how other people lived.
These neighbors were new-a young couple called Ted and Betsy Stevens. Irene had found them polite and friendly, but she didn't know them very well. Their bedroom looked very cozy, with its double bed and big old-fashioned quilt. As she looked at it, the bedroom door opened, and Betsy and Ted walked into the room. They were holding hands, and Ted leaned down to kiss his young wife.
"It's always nice to get the kids to bed," he grinned.
"It sure is," Betsy sighed. "Seems like we hardly ever get to be alone together any more."
"Right, so we better make the most of it," Ted said, pulling her into a tight embrace.
Irene told herself that a polite person would leave at this point. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to be polite. She was standing in the shadows, almost fully concealed by the hedge, and the young couple couldn't possibly see her. No one would know if she spied. And she wanted to spy very much. She'd never watched anyone fuck before, and the prospect turned her on like crazy. Well, what Betsy and Ted didn't know couldn't hurt them, could it?
Irene inched forward as far as she could, till she was leaning into the hedge. She had a perfect view of the Stevens' bedroom. Betsy and Ted were exchanging deep steamy tongue kisses. Ted was a tall husky young man, over six feet, and Betsy, a petite blonde, was a full foot shorter. She had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him, but that didn't slow her down. She was wantonly wriggling her body against his and moaning as they kissed.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmm," she moaned.
Irene's pussy began to heat again as she watched. She'd just gotten her cunt cooled down, too. But she couldn't help imagining herself in Betsy's place, rubbing her lust-fevered body against a man's tall hard body, wriggling her tongue into his mouth. She began to cream, the sticky liquid running down her bare thighs. She hadn't worn a bra or panties when she left the house-only her robe-and she felt sensuous and nearly naked.
Ted and Betsy finally came up for air, their faces flushed with arousal. They had two small children, but they were still very hot for each other. Now Ted started unbuttoning his work shirt, and Betsy eagerly helped him off with his shoes and socks, then grabbed for the zipper of his fly. Irene shivered with excitement. She hadn't seen a cock in so long. Even the mere sight of a prick would be an improvement for her.
Ted stripped off his shirt and T-shirt as Betsy unzipped his pants and tugged them down. The crotch of his cotton briefs bulged hugely. Irene eyed that obscene cock-bulge and licked her lips. She creamed heavily, a molten spurt of cunt juice that flooded down her legs. She ached to be in Betsy's place, unveiling that big hard cock.
Eagerly, Betsy grabbed her husband's shorts and peeled them down over his swollen prick.
"Oooooo, for me?" she squealed.
Irene clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a groan of envy and longing.
Ted was really hung. His fat seven-inch prick was weaving heavily before him, engorged and dripping thick globs of pre-cum. Betsy helped him out of his shorts, then knelt in front of him and caressed his stiff cock, running her hot little hands up and down the rigid prick shaft. Ted watched her and shivered with excitement, his handsome face becoming flushed.
"Hey, baby, aren't you gonna get undressed, too?" he asked hoarsely.
"In a second," Betsy said, her voice husky with arousal. "I wanta play with your cock first."
"Okay, but be careful I don't come right in your face," he grinned.
Irene was riveted to the spot, her eyes wide and hungry as she watched Betsy fondling her husband's engorged and drooling prick. She would have given anything to be doing that, herself. She ached to feel hot throbbing prick meat under her fingers. It had been far too long since she'd pumped and teased a man's cock. She could barely hold back her moans of excitement as she watched the little blonde housewife playing with her husband's cock meat.
"Mmmmm, what a fantastic hard-on," Betsy cooed.
"It won't be hard for long if you keep doing that," Ted groaned.
Betsy seemed fascinated with his cock, and Irene couldn't blame her. Betsy kept running her slender fingers up and down the stiff blue veined cock shaft. She dabbled her fingertips in his oozing pre-cum and smeared the sticky stuff all over his prick. Then she firmly grasped the thick hairy base of his cock and raised the fat purple cockhead within an inch of her lips.
"Betsy, I'm warning you, watch it," Ted groaned.
"I want just a tiny little taste," Betsy pouted.
She stuck out her tongue and flicked the pointed tip over his oozing piss hole, scooping up some of his salty cock cream and drawing it into her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue to savor the taste, then gulped it down greedily and speared for more. As her hot wet tongue touched his sensitive cock head, Ted gave a convulsive shiver.
"Betsy, damn you, you're gonna make me shoot my load," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, Ted, I just love the taste of your cock," she cooed, "please let me eat just a little more."
Holding his cock firmly around the base, she lashed the cock head with her hot greedy tongue, lapping up all the dribbling pre-cum she could get. She lapped and swallowed and moaned excitedly, and she didn't quit till she'd cleaned his whole gleaming cock head. Hungry for more of his tasty prick juice, she drilled the stiff tip of her tongue into his piss hole and reamed out his pre-cum.
"Awwwww, shit, Betsy, you're asking for trouble," Ted groaned.
"I love trouble," she grinned.
Irene, watching all this breathlessly, was horny enough to scream. She'd always loved fondling and licking Bob's cock, and now she found herself actually drooling as she watched Betsy tonguing Ted's prick. She desperately needed a cock to touch and taste. She could recall a custom she and Bob had had-the birthday blow-job. On his birthday, she would suck him off as many times as he wanted. They'd both gotten off on that. She could still remember the hot and salty taste of his jizz.
Stop that, she told herself. She knew she was just making things worse by remembering. She concentrated on the present, her eyes glued to the scene as Betsy wriggled her little pointed tongue into Ted's piss hole and reamed out his pre-cum. Poor Ted was struggling not to come, but Betsy wasn't making it easy for him. Having reamed his piss hole clean of juice, she suddenly stuffed half his cock into her steamy mouth.
"Betsy, goddam you," Ted groaned.
Betsy drew in her cheeks and began to suck his cock like she was starved for it. She was noisy about it, so loud that Irene could hear her lewd slurping noises even twenty feet away. Ted yelped with pleasure and had to lean on her shoulders to steady himself. Hot stabs of sensation sizzled through his loins as his hungry wife suctioned the hot fuck juice from his prick and greedily gulped it down. Betsy obviously loved cock.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it," Ted panted. "I'm gonna come right in your mouth in a second."
That warning didn't bother Betsy a bit. She just sucked all the harder and louder on his hot throbbing cock meat. Her throat muscles worked busily as she swallowed more of his salty pre-cum.
Irene watched and nearly moaned with envy. She could practically taste that hot cock, and she found herself making sucking motions with her cheeks. She'd have given anything just then to have a man of her own, with his engorged drooling prick in her mouth.
Betsy renewed her grip on the fat base of his cock and sucked ravenously on the rest of it. The obscene sucking and slurping noises got louder and louder, punctuated by Ted's horny groans and yelps. He was flushed and panting, his eyes rolling crazily. He was right on the verge of coming, yet he was deliberately holding out, prolonging the delicious sensations he was getting from Betsy's hot little mouth. But finally he couldn't hold out any longer.
"Eat it, baby, eat my come!" he bellowed.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Betsy moaned.
Her cheeks suddenly bulged as she caught the first huge blast of his jizz. Irene almost sobbed with envy as she watched the petite housewife greedily gulping down her husband's jetting cum. Betsy sucked ravenously, trying to gulp every last drop of Ted's delicious jism. He roared and fucked hard at her mouth, pumping the molten liquid down her throat. At last, he staggered back with a satisfied groan, and Betsy licked her lips.
"Mmmmm, nice," she grinned. Then her grin faded. "Oh, shit, I hear one of the kids."
"My fault," Ted sighed. "I shouldn't have yelled so loud."
"That's all right, honey," Betsy said as she got to her feet. "I like making you yell that way. I'll go see what the problem is and be right back. Don't go away now."
"I'll be right here-and ready for more," he promised.
After Betsy left the room to tend to the crying baby, Ted flopped onto the bed, a happy grin on his face, and began pumping his cock. He jacked off lazily, not urgently, but the sight turned Irene on like crazy. She wished she could dash in there and do that pumping for him. She could practically feel that hot smooth cock meat in her fingers. She creamed again as she imagined jacking him off. Scalding cunt juice coursed down her legs.
"Oh, damn it all," Irene moaned softly.
It would have been heaven to be with a man of her own just then, caressing and licking his cock, sucking it and gulping his steamy jizz. But that wasn't going to happen. The only way she was going to get off tonight was by her own hand. She fought the urge to masturbate right then and there-and then wondered why she was fighting it. No one could see her. She could stand there naked and finger-fuck her cunt, and nobody would know it. Shivering with lust, she untied her robe and let it slip from her shoulders.
She shrugged the robe off, and it puddled around her feet. She stood in her yard stark naked, and it was a very sexy feeling. Still watching Ted pumping his cock, she ran a hand down her sleek hot body and over the soft fur of her reddish-brown cunt bush. She stroked between her thighs and felt the scalding wet flesh of her pussy. It felt so nice to touch her cunt, she could hardly keep from moaning. She found the erect and throbbing bud of her clit and used a fingertip to caress it in a circular motion.
"Mmmmmmmm," Irene moaned, then she reminded herself to be quiet.
That circular rubbing of her juicy little clit felt so damned good. She gave herself buzz after buzz of hot pleasure with her massaging finger. And all the while she watched the handsome young neighbor fisting his prick. It was a very kinky situation, and she was getting wildly turned on. Then the bedroom door opened and Betsy came back into the room.
"I guess the baby woke up when you yelled," she said, "but I held her, and she went right back to sleep. Now, where were we?"
"We were waiting for you to take off your clothes," Ted leered.
"Honestly, Ted!" she teased. "All you ever think about is sex. Can't we just read in bed?"
"Uh-uh," he smiled, "I want you to strip for me."
"What a dirty mind," Betsy laughed.
She stood close to the bed and began taking off her clothes. Ted sat up and watched her hungrily. She had a luscious little body, firm and big-titted and curved in just the right places. Ted's semi-hard cock was rising to the occasion. Removing her bra, she deliberately bounced her tits. She quickly skinned out of her bikini panties and flaunted her small triangular blonde pussy bush. Ted was practically drooling by now.
"Come on to bed, honey," he said hoarsely.
Betsy took her time as she strolled over to the bed, undulating her hips and bouncing her nice ripe tits. She slid onto the bed, and Ted gave a horny moan and grabbed for her. He lifted her effortlessly and brought her down to straddle his face, her moist pink cunt slit poised right over his mouth. Irene stifled another envious moan. She would have given anything to have a man suck her pussy.
"Why, honey!" Betsy grinned. "Didn't you get enough to eat tonight?"
"Yeah, but I saved my dessert for later."
Ted snaked out his big wet tongue and began lashing it roughly over her pussy.
"Oooooo, yeah!" Betsy squealed. "Eat me, honey, eat me good."
Irene creamed furiously, the molten juice overflowing her seething pussy and gushing all the way down to her bare feet. Frantically, she rubbed her clit with her fingertip, pretending it was a man's stiff tongue tip. But it was no substitute for the real thing, and she was whimpering with longing as she finger-fucked toward an urgently-needed orgasm. It drove her crazy to watch Betsy getting her pussy licked, yet she couldn't take her eyes off the scene.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, that's so good," Betsy whined.
Now Ted had licked her whole hot pussy, leaving it gleaming with his spit, and he was concentrating just on her clit, the most sensitive spot of all. He lashed her clit with his big stiff tongue, giving her pussy jolt after jolt of pleasure, and she wailed and creamed all over his face. She threw her head back, clenched her eyes shut, and gurgled in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh, Ted, honey, suck me off," she begged. "Suck me and make me come!"
Ted jammed his mouth onto her erect and throbbing clit and began to suck. Irene could hear his obscene slurping and snuffling noises, and it added to her already maddening fucklust. She caught her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it desperately. She felt as if she would die if she didn't get off. Then all of a sudden she felt that hot explosion deep in her pussy, a blast of pleasure that radiated out to rock her whole body.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh!" she moaned.
They would have heard her, except that Betsy was coming, too.
"Oooooooo, shit, baby, you did it!" Betsy screeched. "I'm coming, honey, ohhhhhhh!"
Irene slumped against the side of her house and rubbed her clit furiously as she came. Her molten cum streamed down her legs, and she fought back whimpers of ecstasy. Dizzily, she watched Betsy climaxing. The little blonde was swaying and sobbing with pleasure, while Ted grasped her by the waist and kept her from tumbling over. Her sizzling pussy cream was spurting all over his face, and he was licking his lips to get the tangy liquid.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, Ted, did I ever come," Betsy finally sighed.
"Great," he leered. "Now why don't you just slide down and sit on my cock?"
"You sure like to be sat on," Betsy giggled. "First your face, now your prick."
"That's right, smart ass," Ted chuckled. "Are you gonna do it, or should I ask the neighbor lady?"
"Irene?" Betsy smiled. "That's some gorgeous woman. I bet you'd just love to get into her pants, wouldn't you, Ted?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't live long, would I?" he laughed.
Betsy grinned and scooted down to poise herself over his stiffly standing cock. Irene was just recovering from her violent orgasm, but she was instantly turned on again. She'd recognized the lust in Ted's voice when he spoke about her. She was several year older than he was, but she was obviously attractive to him. That made her feel a little hope. Maybe she could get a man of her own after all.
But not tonight. Tonight all she could do was watch and envy while Betsy had all the fun.
The little blonde brought the sopping fur-fringed mouth of her cunt down to touch the massive purple bulb of Ted's cock head. Teasingly, she wriggled the juicy opening all over his prick head, smearing it with pussy cream. But Ted was beyond games by now. He gave a snort of lust, grabbed her by the waist, and forced her down onto his cock.
"Oooooo, Ted, ooooo!" she squealed.
"Take my prick, baby," he growled. "Take every fuckin' inch of it in that hot little cunt of yours."
"Oooooo, yeah, give it to me, honey!" she cried.
Irene stifled a sob of envy as she watched Ted's massive blue-veined boner fucking up into Betsy's cunt. The little blonde threw back her head and gurgled in ecstasy as she felt her cunt crammed full of hot throbbing cock meat. Irene couldn't be left out. She bunched three fingers together and jammed them into her own dripping pussy. As Ted began to fuck Betsy in quick hard strokes, Irene matched his rhythm with her jerking fingers.
"Unnnhhhhh, Ted, you big fucker!" Betsy whimpered. "Give it to me hard, fuck me hard as you can."
"That's exactly what you're gonna get, baby," he snorted.
Her petite body shuddered and rocked as she rode his stiff pile-driving cock. His prick made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot juice from her cunt, a noise Irene could hear as she desperately masturbated. Those reaming fingers felt good, but they weren't what she really craved. She wanted to feel a steel-hard prick in her cunt, reaming, fucking. She wanted what Betsy was getting. But all she had was her fingers.
"Ohhhhh, shit, Ted, you're fucking me crazy," Betsy moaned. "You're gonna make me come."
Ted leered up at her and fucked his cock even faster and harder in her boiling juicy pussy. Her ripe tits bounced and wobbled with the impact. Betsy's pretty face contorted into a lusty grimace, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to come. She gasped, shuddered, and began to convulse, her molten pussy juice spurting out to soak Ted's balls.
"You did it, I'm coming... whaahhh!" she howled.
"Awwwww, Christ! Take my come, baby... aaaaggghhh!" Ted roared.
Irene gave one final deep fuck-thrust of her bunched fingers and fell to the grass, coming violently. She couldn't help whimpering and moaning, but her cries were drowned out by the noises of the lusty young couple next door. She fucked her fingers in her flooding cunt till she'd wrung out every last bit of sensation, then she lay there in the cool grass panting.
Maybe now she could go to sleep.
She got up and saw that Ted and Betsy had turned out the light in their bedroom. The show was over. She went inside and got into her own lonely bed. It had become clear to her that she had to have a man-or go crazy with frustration.
CHAPTER THREE
The first thing Irene thought of when she woke up the next morning was Betsy and Ted fucking. The whole thing came back to her, all too vividly, and she felt achingly horny even before she got out of bed. She felt that way all day. There seemed to be no relief from the burning need in her swollen pussy. By late afternoon, she couldn't stand it any more. She tried that old remedy, the cold shower. She emerged from the shower shivering but still as lusty as ever. Slipping on a negligee, she went to the living room and made herself a strong drink. She'd just keep trying, dammit, till she found something that would dampen her lust.
Unfortunately, the drink just made things worse. Irene lounged on the couch and helplessly replayed the events of last night. Once again she had a clear image of Ted's big stiff cock, and she moaned softly as she thought of taking that hot boner into her seething pussy. If only she could! She was desperate to be fucked. But as usual, her only available comfort was finger-fucking.
She let her negligee fall open in front and ran a hand down over the soft reddish-brown triangle of her cunt bush. She touched the moist hot flesh of her pussy and sighed with longing. She would just have to finger-fuck herself again if she wanted any relief, but she knew in advance that it wouldn't really satisfy her. Nothing would satisfy her but a big hard cock in her pussy.
She slid a stiff finger over the slippery lump of her clit and felt instant pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, yesss," she breathed.
She began to saw her finger stiffly back and forth over her pulsating clit, giving herself hot little bursts of sensation. She knew she could come in seconds doing that, but she deliberately kept her pace slow, prolonging the pleasure. God knows she didn't have anything else to do on this long hot afternoon.
Very gradually, she increased the speed of her frigging, and the jolts of pleasure came faster. Her cunt was leaking a steady stream of hot cream that trickled down over the puckered opening of her shitter. It wasn't long before her whole crotch was wet with sticky pussy juice. She began to breathe hard as her arousal grew. Faster and faster she pistoned her stiff finger over her erect and throbbing clit.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my God, so damned good," she moaned.
As she finger-fucked herself, she imagined that her handsome young neighbor Ted had walked into the room and caught her. Of course, he offered to help her out. She wouldn't have to use her finger, he said-here was his nice hard cock. Irene creamed furiously as she imagined Ted whipping out his engorged boner and cramming it roughly into her lust-inflamed cunt. She almost came just thinking about it.
"My God, yes, stick that cock in me," she panted.
It was time for those three bunched fingers again. Held tightly together, they were just the thickness of a man's swollen prick. Irene eased the fingers gradually into her juice-soaked cunt, Drawing out the sensations long as she could. By the time she got her fingers fully wedged into her cunt, she was almost coming. She began to piston her fingers in a fucking motion, pretending Ted was fucking her. It felt fantastically good.
"Oooooooo, yes, baby, yes," she whimpered. "Fuck my pussy good and hard, Ted."
Her whole body seemed on fire with excitement now, and she was creaming a gusher of hot cunt juice that soaked her hand and flooded her pussy. She fucked her stiff fingers faster and faster in her hot cunt, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she couldn't stand it any longer. She pumped her fingers at full speed in her cream-filled cunt, preparing to bring herself off.
"Yes, Ted, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she whined.
This was the moment she probably liked best of all, the few seconds when she hovered right on the brink of orgasm yet didn't quite let herself go over. She loved to prolong that hot pleasure, even though she craved the release of coming. She glutted herself on those exciting sensations, holding out as long as she could. As it turned out, she held out too long.
Before she could come, the doorbell rang.
"Shit," Irene said in disgust.
She whipped her cream-drenched fingers out of her cunt and drew her negligee together in front. The gown was sheer and very low cut, showing the deep ripe cleavage of her big tits. It wasn't exactly the gown to answer the front door in, but she didn't have time to change into anything else.
She opened the door, and there was her paperboy Tom, a handsome blond teenager.
"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," he said. "I came .to collect." .
He reddened a little, as he always did when he said hello to her.
Irene knew he'd had a crush on her ever since he started the route two years ago. And up to now it had amused her, because she thought of Tom as just a little kid. Now she realized that he was a little taller than she was and that his body was taking on the muscles and the hardness of an adult male. He really was a damned attractive young man. And now that he'd noticed what she was wearing, his eyes were wandering over her body in a very adult way.
Tom had always had a sexual interest in the tall, statuesque Mrs. Taylor, but this was the first time he'd gotten a really good look at her body. That gown she had on was see-through, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Tom could see the dark triangle of her cunt bush and the pale outline of her big melon-shaped tits. It was almost as if she were naked-and it was turning him on like crazy.
"Come on in, Tom," Irene smiled, "and I'll get the money for you."
Tom stepped inside, and he watched her longingly as she turned and headed down the hall to get her purse. Through the almost sheer negligee, he could see the firm mounds of her ass undulating as she walked. He felt his balls tingling and filling with hot jizz, and his cock began to stiffen and thrust against the tight confinement of his jeans. Tom reddened. It seemed he was always getting cock-stands at the most embarrassing times.
"Oh, shit, not now," he moaned.
He just hoped Mrs. Taylor didn't notice his bulging crotch when she returned to the room-but she noticed, all right. As she went to get the money, all she could think about was Tom's tightly muscled young body and how she would love to have him naked in her bed. This might just be the answer to her prayers. Tom obviously had the hots for her, and she was so desperately horny. Why shouldn't they help each other out? When she returned to the living room, her hungry eyes darted to his crotch and she noticed the growing cock-bulge there. The boy had a hard-on for Irene, and she knew she could get him to fuck her with no trouble at all. He was there for the taking, he and his stiff young cock. Irene practically moaned with excitement. True, she was old enough to be his mother. But if they both wanted each other, and if nobody else was hurt, what difference did age make? Smiling, she walked over to him and handed him the money.
"There you go, Tom," Irene purred. "Do you have time for a Coke?"
"Uh, yeah, I sure do, Mrs. Taylor," he said, his voice laden with lust as he eyed her deep cleavage.
"Fine," she smiled, "I'll be right back."
Tom sat down before his weak knees gave way. He was wildly excited. He fantasized himself coming on to Mrs. Taylor and fucking her on the couch. The image was pretty vague, because he'd never fucked before, but he just knew it would be a fantastic experience. As Irene returned with his Coke, he placed one hand in his lap in a vain attempt to cover his hard-on.
Irene handed him his Coke, and went to make another drink for herself. She needed something to calm her nerves. She was so insanely aroused at the thought of seducing the boy that she was actually shaking. She took her drink and went to sit beside him on the couch. His eyes darted to her tits, which were plainly visible through her filmy gown, then down to her crotch where he could see the dark outline of her cunt bush. Things looked very, very promising for a seduction.
"Poor you, out on a hot day like this," she purred.
"Yeah, it does get kinda hot," Tom agreed hoarsely.
"Well, you just stay as long as it takes to cool off," Irene said. Not that she had any intention of cooling him off-just the opposite.
"Thanks, Mrs. Taylor," Tom said adoringly.
"Call me Irene," she said. "We've known each other long enough. Two years, isn't it?"
"Yes, Ma'am-I mean, Irene," he said.
"And during that time you've practically grown up," she smiled. Her eyes drifted to his cock-bulge. "Everything about you is bigger."
Tom turned scarlet and made another try at covering his hard-on, but it was no use. She'd already seen that obscene bulge at his crotch. He waited for her to become indignant, but she only looked at his cock-bulge and smiled, as if she was really pleased with what he saw. Tom figured she didn't know a hard-on when she saw one. But then she slipped her hand onto his thigh and quickly moved it up to touch the hot bulge of his prick. Tom's mouth dropped open as she began to gently squeeze his cock through his jeans.
"You don't have to be embarrassed because you have a hard-on, Tom," she smiled. "It's natural in a boy your age. Do you mind if I have a look?"
"Oh, no, Irene, go ahead," he croaked.
Irene tried to control the horny shaking of her hands as she unzipped his jeans. To her delight, he wasn't wearing shorts. That made it very easy to get his cock out. She creamed hugely as she curled her fingers around a stiff prick for the first time in six months. As she eased his cock meat out of his pants, Tom began to breathe heavily and harshly.
"Mmmmmmm, what a gorgeous hard-on," Irene purred.
Tom was speechless. He just didn't know what to do or say in a situation like this. In fact, it was hard for him to believe that he wasn't dreaming. Here was beautiful Irene Taylor, the most frequent subject of his jack off fantasies, petting his naked cock and telling him how much she liked his fucker. It was just too damned good to be true. Yet her hot hand was real enough on his sensitive prick.
She pumped his cock teasingly, gently, and leaned so close to look at it that he could feel her moist hot breath on his prick. His cock began to drool pre-cum, much to his embarrassment, but he just couldn't control his excitement. The glistening blobs of pre-cum oozed from his piss hole, and Irene dabbed a fingertip in the sticky juice and smeared it all over the fat purple head of his cock. Tom was practically coming as he watched.
Irene was just as excited as he was. She loved playing with cocks, and it had been far too long since the last time. She held his hot throbbing prick in her fingers and smeared his cock juice around, making him shiver and pant with excitement. He really did have a gorgeous prick, seven full inches long and nice and thick. As she petted and pumped his cock meat, her pussy was creaming steadily, making a sticky puddle beneath her.
"Do you go out with girls yet, Tom?" she asked, her voice getting husky with lust.
"Naw," he said, blushing, "girls don't seem to be very interested in me."
"I can't imagine why," Irene said. "You're a very attractive young man-and very well hung."
"Oh, wow, do you think so, Irene?" Tom asked eagerly. "I mean, I always thought it was kinda small."
Irene laughed, really amused. Did any man ever think his cock was big enough? Even Bob, who was hung like a horse, used to express his doubts.
"Tom," she said, "you're plenty big enough to satisfy any woman. Believe me, I know."
Her smile reassured him, and he began to relax as she steadily pumped his cock in her hot fingers. She kept dabbing her finger in the sticky cream that oozed from his piss hole, then smearing the hot juice all over the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. He wondered if she was just playing games with him, or if there was a remote chance of them fucking. He would have given his left nut to fuck this glamorous older woman.
Irene saw the longing in his eyes. "You can touch me, Tom," she smiled. "I won't bite."
Panting, Tom reached out and untied her negligee in front. He parted the filmy gown and gawked at her big ripe tits. They were the size and shape of small watermelons, and the nipples were big, cone-shaped and light pink. Groaning, he greedily reached out for big fistfuls of silky hot tit. It was the first time he'd touched tits, and he found them deliciously silky and soft.
"Mmmmmm, yesss," Irene sighed, "play with my tits, Tom. I really like that."
He had to be dreaming. But that was no reason not to enjoy himself. His cock lurched an throbbed in Irene's fingers as he hungrily squeezed and explored her heavy hot tits. Her big nipples responded to his massage, growing into long stiff buds. Following his hot natural impulses, Tom bent low and began to kiss and tongue her erect nipples. Irene gasped and moaned.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted. "Suck them, too."
Tom was delighted to help her out. He sucked her long hot left nipple into his mouth, and she whimpered with excitement. He sucked her tit loudly and greedily, like a hungry puppy, while she pumped his cock in her hot fist. He sucked one big hot nipple, then the other, and by the time he was finished, Irene was flushed with horniness and barely able to control herself.
"You can touch my pussy, too, Tom," she panted.
"Can I look at it, Irene? Please?" he begged.
Irene finally let go of his cock. He'd begun to think her hand was glued to his prick. She lay down on her back, bent her knees, and spread them widely. Tom's eyes got huge as he studied his very first pussy. It seemed so clean and simple, compared to what guys had. Instead of cock and balls there was this nice neat line of glistening pink flesh, fringed with fine reddish-brown fur. He crawled closer for a better look.
As his hot breath fanned her naked pussy, Irene was going out of her mind with fucklust. She hadn't had a cock inside her cunt for half a year, and she'd been used to regular good fucking from her husband. Now she felt as if she couldn't wait another second to take the boy's rigid drooling prick into her cock-starved little fuck hole. She creamed heavily and helplessly, the molten pussy cream overflowing her cunt lips and dribbling down her ass crack. Her body was on fire with need.
"Tom," she moaned, "please fuck me."
Tom gawked at her. "What?" he said. He couldn't have heard her right.
"Fuck me, baby," she pleaded, holding out her arms. "Stick that nice hard cock in me and fuck me good."
He heard her right. "Oh, wow, I sure will, Irene!" he exclaimed.
Tom threw himself into her arms and sank down on her hot body. He just about came as his swollen cock head butted the slippery steaming flesh of her pussy. He was a virgin, but he knew he was supposed to get his cock into her cunt. He started jabbing around, but he couldn't seem to find the hole. His prick kept skidding on the cream-slick flesh of her pussy gash.
"Aw, shit, I can't find it," he panted.
"Here, darling, I'll put it in for you," Irene said, trembling with need.
She reached down, seized his rock-hard prick, and wedged it into the mouth of. her cunt. She whimpered with excitement as she felt hard cock meat entering her pussy for the first time in six months. She'd yearned for this moment, and now that it was here it felt even better than she'd remembered. With his engorged prick only an inch inside her fever-hot pussy hole, she was already in heaven.
"There, now push," she panted.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah," Tom whispered.
He shoved his cock into her cunt with greedy force, fucking her deeply in one rough plunge. He wasn't a virgin any more. He had his prick fully sheathed in a woman's cunt, and it felt fantastic-snug and hot and juicy. Irene cupped his ass and began jerking her hips, silently showing him the right rhythm for fucking. Tom appreciated the help, because he didn't have the slightest idea of how to fuck. But he very quickly got the idea.
"Ooooooo, baby, yes!" Irene squealed. "That's it, honey, fuck good and hard."
Once he got the hard fast rhythm she craved, she lay back and let him do the work, gurgling and whimpering in ecstasy. She'd needed to be fucked so badly, and at last it was happening. The boy's cock was stiff as steel, and he was tireless, fucking away at her like a machine. Irene adored it. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, and she creamed floods of hot cunt juice, soaking her pussy and Tom's pistoning cock. The boy looked down at her, his face flushed with delight.
"Am I fucking you okay, Irene?"
"Yes, baby, you're fucking me great," she said hoarsely. "Just keep doing it nice and hard. Okay? And don't hurry. I want you to fuck me as long as possible."
Tom shivered with happiness. This was better than any of his jack-off fantasies. Beautiful Mrs. Taylor lay spread out beneath him, her legs wide open for him, her big tits quivering with the impact of his fucking. She was smiling and squealing with pleasure as he fucked his stiff cock in her juicy hot cunt. She loved his fucking, and she wasn't shy about letting him know it.
"Oooooooo, Tom, I love that big hard cock of yours," she moaned. "Fuck it to me, baby, fuck my pussy good!"
It was fantastic, it was out of sight-and it was making him come. Tom was just too wildly aroused to last very long. As Irene looked up at him and told him how much she loved his cock and his fucking, it just blew his mind. He felt his balls spasm and release their steaming cum-load, and he began to fuck into her with lightning speed, jetting his jizz into her sucking pussy.
"Awwwwww, fuck, shit, I'm coming!" he howled.
"Cream me, Tommy, give me your come," Irene whimpered.
As she guessed, that hot bath of jizz triggered her own orgasm, and she came violently, her cunt sucking at his fucking cock. They howled and fucked at each other like animals, snarling and humping. Finally, Tom sank down on her, and they panted in each other's arms, his cock still lodged deep in her cum-filled pussy. Her cunt muscles squeezed and massaged his cock meat, exciting him all over again.
"Stay just where you are, Tom," she whispered, "and we'll fuck again in a moment."
"Fantastic," the boy sighed.
He didn't ever want to take his cock out of that juice-filled fuck hole. When he'd caught his breath, he began fucking and soaked his pistoning prick with sizzling spurts of cunt juice. Her huge ripe tits jiggled and wobbled against his chest, and her cunt seemed to get tighter and hotter by the second.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, baby," she moaned. "Fuck hard, fuck the living shit out of me!"
Irene knew that the only way to relieve the hot lust in her pussy was to be fucked till she couldn't stand it any more. One or two or even three orgasms weren't going to take care of that stored-up lust.
She needed to gorge herself on fucking. And what better partner could she possibly have than this endlessly lusty teenaged boy? She arched her body, rubbing her clit against his fucking cock, and she felt herself coming again.
"Ohhhhhh, Tommy, you did it to me," I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, aaaaggghhhhh!" Tom groaned, jetting his cum into her pussy for a second time.
It seemed like neither one of them could stop coming. But then the boy had never fucked before, and he had a lot of lost time to make up for. And the woman had had years of wonderful sex, then had it taken away from her. They needed each other badly. As they came down from their second violent climax, Irene gave Tom a grateful hug, and he looked at her adoringly.
"How about a snack?" she suggested. "And then we can have some more fun together."
"That sounds terrific, Irene," he sighed.
His paper route could wait.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom was hungry after all that hard fucking, and he put away two sandwiches with no trouble at all. Irene watched him eating and kept telling herself that she'd just been to bed with this handsome youth. It seemed so impossible. She was old enough to be his mother, and the only thing they had in common was horniness.
But that was enough to make them very good friends, at least for now. It would be a terrible scandal in the neighborhood if it got out that Irene had fucked the paper boy, but as long as the whole thing was kept secret, she wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Tom needed her, and she needed him, and what they did wasn't bothering anybody else. No, she wouldn't feel guilty-she would just have fun.
Tom had hardly finished his sandwiches and milk before he was looking at her longingly again. The feeling was mutual. Irene had come twice with the boy, explosively and deliciously, but two orgasms weren't nearly enough to ease her pent-up longings. She got up from the table, and Tom followed her down the hall to her bedroom.
There wasn't any need to discuss what they were going to do next. Tom said he had to be home for dinner by six o'clock, and in the meantime they were going to fuck themselves silly.
"Come here, Tom," Irene purred as she slid onto the bed.
"Oh, yes, ma'am!" Tom cried, jumping up after her.
He grabbed her and started kissing her. He wasn't very good at it, but he was enthusiastic. Irene used her tongue to show him how to kiss in a very exciting way. Tom quickly caught on and began darting his wet tongue in and out of her mouth. As they clung to each other, Irene felt her pussy swelling and heating, and she felt Tom's tireless cock stiffening against her belly.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Tom kept at it till his kissing was perfect, then moved down to cup and mold her big hot tits. Irene's tits were more than a handful of him. He lashed at her large cone-shaped nipples with the stiff tip of his tongue and made them grow into long erect buds. Impulsively, he kissed his way right down her silky skinned body and into the warm soft fur of her cunt bush. Irene wished he'd go even farther, but it seemed he didn't know about pussy-eating.
"Tom," she purred, "there's something I'd like to teach you, something that will really turn on girls."
"Far out!" Tom exclaimed.
She bent her knees and opened her legs widely, and Tom naturally crawled between them for another close look at her pussy. He'd hardly had a chance to study her pussy last time, she'd been so eager to fuck. Now she let him take his time. He stared and stared at that mysterious female territory, while she tried not to writhe with impatience. Her cunt slit was on fire with need. Finally, Tom looked up expectantly, waiting for his next lesson.
Irene folded back the heavily furred lips of her pussy and showed him the pea-sized lump of her clit.
"This is my clit," she explained, "and it's very sensitive. Girls like to be touched there, but most of all they like to be licked and sucked. Want to try it?"
"I sure do," Tom grinned.
Almost before he'd finished answering, he had his face in her pussy. This kid wasn't going to take much urging when it came to cunt-sucking. He stuck out his tongue and began lashing it up and down over her ultrasensitive clit, and she gasped and gurgled with pleasure. His sucking and licking were rough and clumsy at first, but he soon had a nice steady rhythm going. The boy was a natural born pussy-eater.
"Mmmmmmmm, Tom, that's good," Irene moaned, "really good. Just keep doing it to me, please."
After six long and lonely months without a man, it was heaven to have her clit tongued again. Cunt-lapping was one of the things Bob had done very well, and she'd missed it terribly. Now she let her head loll back, her long auburn hair spread out over the pillow, and she moaned hoarsely as Tom's juicy tongue gave her spark after spark of hot sensation. Soon she was creaming steadily, the molten pussy cream dribbling down the crack of her ass.
"Yes, baby, yessss!" she cried.
As he lashed his stiff tongue up and down over her hotly throbbing clit, Tom was getting off on the tangy taste of her pussy juice. Even more, he was getting off on how excited he was making her. With just this simple action of his tongue, he could send her into dizzy lust, making her moan and cream like crazy. That little button of flesh really had to be super-sensitive.
He tried licking her clit just a little harder and faster, and Irene gasped and almost shot off the bed. She drenched his bobbing chin with a huge hot flood of pussy cream. Under his whipping tongue, he could feel her clit swelling and heating. Soon her clit was fully erect and hot as a fire. Irene kept her legs wide open for him, letting him lash his juicy tongue over her pulsating clit. She whimpered and clawed the bed.
"Ooooooo, Tommy, it's so damned good," she moaned.
Inexperienced as he was, Tom sensed that she was very close to coming, and he tried to bring her off, tonguing her clit with lightning speed. He didn't know about her habit of deliberately holding off her orgasms, prolonging her pleasure. She closed her eyes now and panted as wave after wave of delicious sensation ripped through her body, radiating out from her tongue-whipped clit. She could have come so easily, but she fought it.
"Unnnhhhhh, Tom, suck me now," she whimpered. "Suck my clit and get me off."
Tom was more than ready for the next lesson in his sex education. He brought his lips down around her fat throbbing clit and began to suck it, and he thought Irene would shoot right through the ceiling. Her body gave a violent lusty lurch, and then she moaned loudly and hoarsely as he proceeded to suck her cunt. His face was quickly drenched with her uncontrollably gushing pussy cream.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, that's it," she groaned. "You're sucking me good, baby-you're gonna make me come."
She knew she was being incredibly greedy, but she just didn't want to come yet, didn't want those fantastic blasts of pleasure to end. On the other hand, she was dying to get off, because that would bring her the greatest pleasure of all. So she just let herself go, moaning and creaming and clawing the bed as Tom noisily sucked her clit. Her body, not her mind, would decide when to come. As it turned out, that was only a matter of seconds. She gasped and stiffened, then began to convulse.
"Ooooooooooh, baby, I'm coming:" she screamed.
Her body bucked and writhed so violently that Tom couldn't keep her clit between his sucking lips. He rose to his knees to see the results of his work. Irene had her eyes tightly closed, her beautiful face screwed up in a lusty grimace, and her big-titted body was convulsing violently. He focused on her wobbling tits and cream-jetting cunt mouth.
"Unnnhhhhhh, so damned good," she sobbed.
Tom's cock lurched and drooled a thick stream of juice. He remembered how deliciously snug and juicy her cunt had been, he ached to cram his engorged cock in her pussy again, but he also wanted to learn more about lovemaking and turning girls on. Thanks to Mrs. Taylor, his relationship with girls was going to improve a hundred per cent. When he got back to school in the fall, he would know how to arouse all those chicks who used to have nothing to do with him.
So, as Irene finally came down from her climax, Tom said eagerly: "Will you please teach me more, Irene? How else can I turn girls on?"
It was an invitation Irene wasn't even going to try to resist. She adored having her pussy eaten, and this was her chance for a second helping.
"Girls like to have their pussies licked all over. Tom," she purred. "Go ahead and try it."
Tom flopped belly down between her widely parted legs, and she felt his hot breath tickling her naked cunt slit. Then she gasped and creamed heavily as he stuck out his tongue and began to lash it all over the puffed red flesh of her pussy gash. It was heaven to feel a man's tongue down there again, and Irene went completely limp and became submissive, offering him every inch of her steaming cunt slit.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Tom, I just love that," she gurgled. "Lick me all over, baby-don't stop."
Tom was taking the opportunity to explore her pussy thoroughly. After this, he would know his way around between a girl's legs. He stuck his stiff tongue into every steaming fold of her pussy flesh, and he licked and tasted everywhere. He tickled her clit with the pointed tip of his tongue. He fucked his tongue into her cunt and scooped out heavy hot pussy cream. He even -rimmed the little puckered mouth of her shitter. Soon, Irene was sobbing with excitement.
"Ohhhhh, God, Tommy, I have to come again," she moaned, "I'll go crazy if I don't come."
"Just tell me how to do it," he said eagerly. "Stick your tongue up my cunt," she pleaded. "Fuck me with it, baby."
That was an assignment that really turned him on. Making his tongue as long and rigid as he could, Tom crammed the wet meat hard into her drooling little cunt mouth. Irene screamed and fed him a huge' load of tangy molten cunt juice. He tongue-fucked her pussy roughly and deeply, and she dug her nails into the bedspread and sobbed in ecstasy. Bob used to tongue-fuck her this way, and she'd missed it terribly.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, do it to me, do it to me," she babbled.
Her cunt was scorching hot and filled with fuck juice, and it greedily gripped and sucked at Tom's tongue. It turned him on like mad to explore her pussy with his tongue. He loved the control he had over her too. Just the simple pumping action of his stiff tongue was driving this gorgeous older woman wild with pleasure. She was creaming all over his face and moaning steadily.
"Ahhhhhhhh, baby, it's wonderful," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me, don't ever stop."
Of course there was a stopping point, and she knew it was going to come very soon. She was too excited to hold out for long, too much in need of his deep greedy tongue-fucking. This time, she didn't try to prolong her pleasure. Her cunt was too hungry, she needed that climax too much. She just kept her legs wide open and let the lusty boy fuck his tongue inside her cunt till she felt that deep hot explosion in her pussy guts.
"Ahhhhhhh, shit, Tom, ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!"
Tom got a steaming face full of her sizzling pussy juice, and then her slender big-titted body was rocking so hard that he couldn't keep his tongue inside her cunt. He rose to a kneeling position and watched her come. It made him feel really proud that he'd made her climax so violently. He began to think he really did have a chance with girls his own age, if he was this successful with an experienced woman. Irene finally opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling gratefully.
"Tom, that was wonderful," she sighed. "You really learn fast."
"Thanks," he grinned. "Is there anything else you can teach me?"
"Lots of things," she said huskily, "but another time. Right now I'm going to give you a reward for being such a good pupil. I want you to lie on your back and get comfortable."
He quickly obeyed, knowing that, whatever she did to him, it was going to be exciting. She put two pillows under his head and made sure he was relaxed, and then she knelt beside him and dipped her head down, her hot breath tickling and teasing his stiff-standing cock. Tom shivered with anticipation, even though he had no idea what she was going to do. He just got excited when she was that close and that interested in his cock.
"I'm going to give you a blow-job, Tom," she smiled. "And I promise you're going to love it."
Her mouth watered at the very thought of sucking his cock. She used to love sucking off her husband, and it had been all too long since she'd had a fat throbbing cock in her mouth. But she wanted to make Tom's first blow-job perfect, something he would remember for the rest of his life, so she didn't hurry. She fought back her greedy lust as she eyed his hard prick.
There were glistening bubbles of cock cream oozing from his piss hole, and Irene began by lapping them up ever so gently. She used to get the tip of her tongue to scoop up each individual droplet, and then she rolled the droplet around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste. She swallowed it with a greedy gurgling noise, then went for the next droplet. Each time her hot tongue tip contacted his cock head, Tom shivered and moaned.
"Oh, wow, Irene, that feels terrific," sighed the horny kid.
"And it's going to get better and better," she grinned.
Tom believe it. This gorgeous older woman was light years ahead of him when it came to lovemaking. He watched in total fascination as she wriggled the wet tip of her tongue around in his piss hole and scooped up his oozing pre-cum. She seemed to love the taste of his fuck juice, and as fast as she ate it she tongued for more. Finally she had his fat purple cock head clean of pre-cum and glistening with her spit. She began to whip her tongue around over the fleshy cock knob, and the sudden rough action excited Tom wildly.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, Irene, lick my cock," he moaned.
Irene was wild with excitement, too, as she tasted cock for the first time in half a year. She just couldn't get enough of that hot delicious prick meat. Now she hungrily lashed her wet tongue all over his sensitive cock he id, and his pre-cum came dribbling out in a thick drool. She gobbled up the salty fuck juice as fast as she could, greedily gulping every drop. By the time she had cleaned his prick again, the boy was red faced and panting.
"Oh, shit, that's good," he sighed.
"Now comes the best part of all," she leered.
Tom's eyes widened in wonder as she opened her lips widely and brought them down around his rigidly standing cock. The cock-hungry widow kept going down, down, sheathing his prick meat in the heat of her mouth. She took more than half his seven-inch boner inside before it butted the back of her throat. She fisted the rest of his cock shaft and began to pump it. Drawing in her cheeks, she began to suck greedily and loudly on the boy's tasty cock.
"Awwwwwww, fuck, yesssss," Tom gasped. "Suck my cock, Irene! Don't stop, please."
It was the most fantastic sensation the teenager had ever experienced. Irene's mouth was scorching hot, deliciously juicy, and very snug around his cock meat, and she was using powerful vacuum pressure to suction the cream out of his cock. Tom slumped back and moaned steadily as she blew him, blissed out and wishing the fantastic feelings would never end. He even got off on the lewd slurping noise she made as she greedily sucked his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm, uuuummmmmm," she moaned.
That excited him, too, knowing that she loved the taste of his cock juice. He could feel her drooling all over the head of his prick as she ate that salty cream. As her excitement mounted, she sucked faster and harder on his cock, giving him hot stabs of pleasure. He fed her more and more thick spurts of cock cream.
Soon he was fighting the urge to come. He didn't want the cock-sucking to end-not yet.
He watched the beautiful older woman bending over him, her big swinging tits grazing his body, her long hair flying. Her head bobbed up and down, and her lips pistoned along his cock, leaving it gleaming with her spit. Each powerful greedy suck almost drew the jizz out of his balls, and he knew he was in real danger of coming right in her mouth.
He figured he'd better be a gentleman and warn her. "Irene," he panted. "I'm gonna shoot my load real quick. You better quit before I come in your mouth."
Irene very briefly let his tasty prick snap from her lips. "Yes, baby, I know-and I want you to come in my mouth. I want to eat your delicious cum."
Tom's mouth was still hanging open in surprise as she crammed his throbbing cock meat back into her steaming mouth. Now she was sucking like crazy, like a machine out of control, and it was all he could do to hold out. Each strong suck threatened to bring him off, the pleasure was so great, and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, struggling to prolong the ecstasy.
"Awwwwww, shit, awwwww, it's good," he groaned.
Irene was practically coming, herself, as she sucked faster and faster on his drooling cock. She was dying for a whole mouthful of his salty cum, but she realized he was holding out. Well, she knew how to handle that. She would get him off just the way she used to get Bob off, whether he liked it or not. She reached down and cupped his swollen balls and began to squeeze them.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Christ," he moaned.
He couldn't hold out against all that delicious stimulation. She was sucking half his prick and pumping the rest, and she was giving his balls a delicious massage. He stopped trying to hold off his climax. Now it was urgent that he come. He felt his balls convulse violently and release their sizzling load of cum. He fucked hard at her mouth, filling it with thick molten jizz.
"Awwwwwww, shit, I'm coming, aaaggghhhh!" he roared.
"Uuummmmmm!" Irene moaned.
At last she had what she wanted, a whole sizzling mouthful of delicious cum. She held his jizz as long as she could, savoring it and letting it collect. Then her cheeks threatened to burst, and she had to swallow the thick cum load. Tom as still fucking hard at her mouth and feeding her more tasty jism. She gurgled hungrily as she savored and swallowed his cum.
"Ohhhhhh, man, out of sight!" the boy sighed.
He'd finished coming, but Irene wasn't surrendering his cock. She was still sucking on it, eating up the last of his fuck juice-and he didn't mind that at all. He just lay there and enjoyed. It seemed so fantastic that this gorgeous woman, old enough to be his mother, was so greedy for his cock that she couldn't let it go even after he'd come.
It excited him so much that his prick began to stiffen again, and Irene moaned as she felt the hot cock meat hardening in her mouth. She sucked noisily, lewdly, urging him on, and soon his tireless young prick was hard as iron. Only then did she let his prick snap from her lips. She ogled the rigid column of blue-veined cock meat and felt molten pussy cream running down her thighs.
They still had a few minutes left before Tom had to leave, and she knew just how she wanted to spend that time. She dropped to her hands and knees beside him.
"Fuck me, now, baby," she urged hoarsely. "Fuck me from behind."
Tom was there almost before she'd finished speaking, kneeling behind her bare ass and cramming his engorged young cock into her famished fuck hole.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, baby, stick it into me, fuck me good and hard!" Irene wailed.
Tom grasped her hips and fucked into her cunt roughly, too insanely turned on to be gentle. Luckily, Irene craved roughness. The harder he fucked her, the more violently aroused she became, and soon the bed was creaking and rocking. He fucked into her pussy so hard that her big-titted body shuddered with the impact-and that was just how she wanted to be fucked. Only a thorough violent fuck would satisfy Irene.
"That's it, Tommy, fuck me crazy," she babbled. "Fuck me till I can't take any more."
Tom did his best to oblige her. He loved fucking into her cunt as hard as he could, sheathing his cock meat again and again in that hot gripping pussy of hers and making her scream with pleasure. He just wished he could go on fucking her all night, but his parents would be frantic if he didn't show up for dinner. So he made the most of what he had, fucking his eager young cock into her cunt till they exploded together in a wild mutual orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhh, Tommy, you did it to me. I'm coming!" Irene howled.
"Take my cum, Irene, take it!" Tom yelled. "Ahhhhhhh, shit, fuck, aaaggghhhhh!"
Irene gurgled in ecstasy as the boy flooded her cunt with steaming jism. It was a sensation she'd been craving ever since she lost her husband. Now she knew she couldn't do without it again. Somehow, she was going to have to have a lover on a regular basis. Well, Tom would always be ready to fuck her, that was for sure. She gave him a grateful hug as she got dressed.
"You'll be around to see me again, won't you, Tom?" she purred.
"You better believe I will," he grinned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Irene got her first good night's sleep in months, but the next morning her lust had returned, stronger than ever. That long fuck session with Tom had opened the floodgates of her passion and made her greedy for more fucking. But she could hardly phone Tom and demand that he come over and fuck her. She had to be very careful about her relationship with the boy, or people might get suspicious.
She tried doing housework, watching TV, taking a long cool shower-but nothing worked. There was still that burning need in her swollen pussy, and all she could think about was Tom and his tireless stiff cock. A whole day of playing with her pussy wouldn't do the job, because she needed a real live partner, a man with a hard and eager prick. But where was she going to find him?
Irene tried to get on with her household chores in spite of her raging horniness. She called the delicatessen and ordered some food, then started vacuuming the house from top to bottom. She'd just finished with the downstairs when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and was surprised to see a very attractive boy of about eighteen. He was tall, lean, and dark haired, and he was looking her over with obvious lust.
"Yes, may I help you?" Irene said.
"I'm Jeff, from the deli," he said, holding out a paper bag of food. "You're Mrs. Taylor, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes," Irene said. "Won't you come in, Jeff, and I'll get you some money."
This was a nice surprise. The regular delivery boy from the deli was Ollie, who weighed about four hundred pounds and had acne. Irene ushered Jeff into the living room, and as she went to get her purse, she started plotting. The situation was very much like yesterday, when she'd seduced Tom. So why couldn't she repeat it? Jeff was a bit older and probably a bit more hip than Tom, but he was just as desirable.
Fucking Tom had whetted Irene's appetite for more. She would be crazy with frustration by the end of the day if she didn't get fucked. Here was the perfect opportunity. From the way Jeff had looked over her new body, she knew he was aroused by her. She made up her mind to get the kid into her bed. She returned to the living room with an inviting smile.
"What do I owe you, Jeff?" she purred.
Jeff was speechless for a moment, his eyes glued to her big bouncing tits. Then he blinked, cleared his throat, and said: "Five seventy-three, please, Mrs. Taylor."
Irene counted out the money, included a tip, and handed it to him, letting their hands touch just a moment longer than was necessary. This time Jeff was staring at her crotch. She returned the favor and stared at his. There was a suggestive cock-bulge there, and she felt her pussy heating and creaming. There was no question that Jeff was very, very interested in girls. Getting him into bed would be a piece of cake.
"Do you have to hurry back to work, Jeff?" she said. "Or do you have time for a Coke?"
"Hey, that'd be great, Mrs. Taylor," he said eagerly. "This is the end of my shift, and I was on my way home. But could you make that a beer?"
"Well, I don't know," Irene smiled. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," he said. "That's old enough in most places."
"It's old enough here. Make yourself comfortable, and I'll get beers for both of us."
She had him now, she was sure. She could practically feel his eyes burning into her undulating little ass as she turned and went to the kitchen. She reminded herself that once again she'd chosen a lover young enough to be her son. But that was just the breaks. If an attractive adult male had come to the door, she would have tried to seduce him, too. Or would she? She wondered if she was starting to get hooked on young boys. She got two cans of beer and returned to join Jeff on the couch.
"I haven't seen you around before, Jeff," she said.
"We just moved here from back East."
"Oh, then you haven't had time to meet any girls, I suppose," Irene said.
"Right, and I sure am getting horny-" Then he stopped and blushed scarlet. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor. Pardon my language."
"Why, that's all right, Jeff," she cooed. "And please call me Irene. I understand just what you mean about being horny. You see, my husband died six months ago, and I haven't had a man since then."
That was only a tiny lie. Tom wasn't really a man-he was a boy. And the way she was feeling right now, it was as if she hadn't been fucked in years. Her little speech had just the effect she wanted. Jeff was still flushed in the face, but from lust, not embarrassment. Again his eyes traveled hungrily up and down her shapely ripe body.
"Wow, Irene," he said hoarsely. "I guess you would be pretty horny, wouldn't you?"
"I sure am," she said with a big sigh. "I wonder if you could possibly help me out, Jeff?"
The kid almost dropped his beer, and his voice came out in a lusty croak. "Oh, yeah, sure... anything you want, Irene."
Irene could see that there was a delicious fuck session ahead of her, and she decided not to rush it. She pulled off her T-shirt, and he ogled the fully packed cups of her lacy bra. Her big melon-shaped tits looked ready to tear free and spill out of the little garment. Irene let him get a good look, and she sneaked a look at his crotch. That suggestive cock-bulge had grown into a huge hard lump.
"I'd like you to take off my bra and play with my tits," she said. "That would feel so nice."
Jeff opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He Set aside his beer, reached around her, and deftly unhooked her bra. This kid had been around. He removed the bra and panted on her naked tits for a moment as he admired the heavy melons and the cone-shaped nipples. Then, breathing heavily, he got two big fistfuls of tit and began to mold and caress her tits very skillfully. Irene slumped back against the couch and shivered with excitement.
"Mmmmmm, yessssss," she sighed. "That's very nice, Jeff."
I "I'll do it as long as you want, Irene," he said eagerly. "Anything you want, you just tell me."
I "You're a sweet boy, Jeff," she purred.
I Actually, he was a horny boy, and a horny boy was just what she craved. She felt hot stabs of pleasure as he molded and squeezed her sensitive tits, stabs that ran right down to her steaming pussy. She creamed heavily as she thought of fucking this attractive boy, and the molten cunt juice soaked through her panties. Jeff ran his thumbs over her nipples and coaxed her long stiff buds.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss, that's so nice," she sighed.
Jeff was practically coming in his pants as he fondled her fantastic big tits. He was no virgin, but he'd never fucked with an older woman and had never been with a female as beautiful as Irene. He'd seen tits like hers, but only in centerfolds. It was like a jack-off fantasy come true to be squeezing those big tits and making her sigh with excitement.
Jeff wanted to fuck this sexy older woman. His eager young cock was stiff as a board and straining against the tight confinement of his jeans. More than anything in the world, he wanted to cram his engorged prick into Irene's long-neglected pussy hole. If she needed to be fucked, he was the man for the job.
But she had only asked him to play with her tits. Maybe she thought it wasn't right to go any further than that. If so, he just had to change her mind. He was good at seducing chicks. He would go slow, getting her gradually aroused, till finally she was so hot that she'd just have to fuck him or go crazy. He would use all his skills to work her to a fever pitch of arousal, where she just couldn't resist him.
Jeff didn't know it, but she was there already. As the boy expertly molded her big hot tits, Irene was almost coming just from rubbing her thighs together. She watched the bulge at his fly grow bigger and bigger, and she creamed heavier and hotter floods of cunt juice that soaked through her panties and jean. Soon her tits were taut with arousal, her nipples stiff and tingling. Jeff looked at her with lust-glazed eyes.
"Irene," he said, "how about letting me go down on you? That way I could get you off, and you'd feel a lot better."
"Why, Jeff," she purred, "what a marvelous idea! Why don't we go into my bedroom and be more comfortable?"
Again, Jeff practically shot his cum-load. Things were going great. He really hadn't expected her to accept so eagerly. They went down the hall to her room, and there she began taking off the rest of her clothes. Jeff shivered with lust as she skinned out of her jeans and dropped her panties. She had a fantastic body, tall and curvy and firm.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, too, Jeff?" she cooed.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he babbled.
He wasn't aware of much of anything, except that he was dying to fuck his painfully engorged cock into her juicy hot cunt. But he reminded himself to be cool, go slow. She was a grown-up, and he could never tell what weird ideas they were going to have. He remembered another woman on his grocery delivery route back in New Jersey who wanted him to use a dildo on her, but she would never fuck him. Jeff had never been able to figure out her reasoning.
Now he fumbled out of his clothes, wondering just how far this lovely horny widow would let him go with her. She might have some real kinky ideas. She walked over to the bed, lay down on her back, and exposed her hot pink pussy slit with no shyness at all. With her knees bent and her legs wide open, Jeff could see every bit of that inviting fur-fringed cunt flesh. Naked, he hurried over to her, his rigid cock wagging stiffly.
Irene almost moaned at the sight of Jeff's cock. His prick was about seven inches long and very thick, and it was drooling big hot bubbles of pre-cum. She wanted to feel that granite column of cock meat fucking into her pussy. She creamed furiously as she imagined how great that would feel. But they had lots of time, and the boy had offered to suck her cunt. She decided to relax and enjoy.
Jeff crawled between her legs and flopped down on his belly.
"Yessss, baby, eat meeee," Irene hissed.
Jeff made his tongue long and stiff and began to rake the tender puffed flesh of her pussy. She reacted immediately, squealing and feeding him a big steaming spurt of tangy pussy juice. Jeff really went for pussy cream, and he gobbled it all up as fast as it leaked from her little fur-fringed cunt mouth. Back in New Jersey, he'd gotten quite a reputation as a cunt-lapper.
"Oooooo, Jeff, I love it," she moaned. "I just love the way you're eating me."
Those shrill helpless cries reminded Jeff of the night he'd lost his cherry. He'd been complaining to his older brother that he couldn't get his dates to go all the way with him, and his brother had told him about pussy-eating. Jeff tried it on his very next date, and he'd scored with no trouble at all. Girls just went wild when he licked and sucked their pussies-and Irene was no exception to the rule.
"My God, baby, you're driving me crazy," she gurgled.
Jeff sensed that he was close to winning the game, but he wanted to be good and sure. He lathered her whole pussy slit with his hot spit, then zeroed in on the most sensitive spot of all, the throbbing lump of her clit. He lashed her clit up and down with his tongue, and Irene screamed in ecstasy and soaked his bobbing chin with molten cunt cream.
"Oooooo, yes, Jeff!" she cried. "Lick my clit, suck it, get me off."
Now Jeff knew that he was going to get to fuck her. He tongue-whipped her throbbing clit a little while longer, till she was whimpering with need and clawing the bed, and then he jammed his mouth onto her juicy little clit and began sucking it. Irene screamed and almost flew off the bed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit, yes," she groaned. "That's it, baby, suck me off."
Hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her pussy as the boy expertly sucked her clit. She knew it was just a matter of seconds before she would come, and this time, she didn't try to delay it. She was just too horny to hold out. Greedily, she arched her body and shoved her throbbing clit farther between his sucking lips. Sizzling cream gushed from her cunt and flooded down over her little puckered asshole. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she could hardly stand it any longer.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, Jeff, I'm almost there," she moaned. "Just a little more, honey, a little more."
To her surprise and frustration, Jeff jerked his lips off nearly exploding clit.
"Uh-uh, Irene," he leered. "If you wanta get off, there's only one way I'm gonna do it for you."
He rose to his knees, fisted his stiff young cock, and lewdly wagged his fucker at her. Irene struggled not to laugh. Apparently, he'd thought she was going to hold out on him and that was a laugh, all right. She could see his plan, arousing her till she just had to come, then telling her that the only way she'd get off was by taking his cock. Very clever-except that she'd planned to fuck him all along. But she decided to play along.
"Oh, Jeff, I couldn't go all the way with you," she moaned. "I'm way too old for you. It wouldn't be right."
Jeff shivered with frustration. "Irene, that's ridiculous," he said. "If we want each other, age doesn't make any difference."
She pretended to be weakening. "Well, maybe you're right," she said. "You promise you won't tell anybody, ever?"
"I promise," Jeff panted. "Now let's fuck."
He threw himself onto her before she could reply, and she felt his steel-hard young cock fucking into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh, baby, yessssss," she gasped. "Get that cock into meeeee!"
"Awwwww, Christ, your cunt's hot," Jeff moaned.
No wonder-it had been boiling for six months. And her cunt got even hotter as he began to fuck her.
The boy was too insanely aroused to be gentle, and he fucked into her like a young stallion, their bodies slapping loudly together. Luckily, this was just the kind of hard and ruthless fucking she needed. She arched her body up to take his prick as deep as she could, and she gurgled and whimpered with pleasure, soaking his fucking prick with sizzling pussy cream.
"Ahhhhh, yes, baby, fuck it to me. Fuck me till I can't stand it any more," she moaned.
Jeff felt like the luckiest teenaged boy in the world. He'd never fucked a woman so beautiful and so eager. Some girls he'd been out with would let him go all the way, then lie there like lumps. But not Irene. She moaned and writhed and creamed and clawed at his shoulders, and she fucked right back at him, meeting the pistoning of his cock with greedy jerks of her hips. She loved to fuck, and she didn't hide it.
"You dig it, don't you, Irene," he panted. "You dig the way I'm fucking you?"
"My God, yes," she sobbed. "Just keep fucking me, Jeff. Don't stop!"
That was an assignment Jeff could handle. He wanted to go on fucking her for about five years, take a second to rest, and then do it again. Her pussy was snug, velvety, and hot. Her cunt sucked greedily at his cock meat and drenched it with molten pussy cream. He fucked into her cunt faster and faster, rocking her body with the impact. Her big hot tits wobbled against his chest, and she whimpered in ecstasy as she took the steady rough pounding of his tireless fucking.
"Ahhhhhh, God, so damned good!" she cried.
This was how she'd dreamed of being fucked for the last six months, hard and steadily, till her cunt couldn't take any more. She needed this thorough reaming, this almost savage pounding, before she could get any relief from all the lust she'd stored up. She kept her legs wide open for the boy, letting him fuck her violently. She closed her eyes and shuddered into a powerful climax.
"Unnnhhhhh, Jeff, you're making me come!" she wailed. "Ohhhhhhhh, my God, whhhaahhhhhhh!"
Jeff fought the urge to come along with her. He wanted to give her what she'd asked for, to fuck her till she couldn't take it any longer. He wanted this beautiful widow to ask him back again, so this fuck had better be a performance she would remember. He fucked her steadily as she came, giving her blast after blast of pleasure, and then when she finally went limp he whipped his dripping cock out of her wet cunt.
"Wanta roll over?" he asked.
Irene had hardly finished coming, but already she was eager for more. She rolled into the doggy position, and Jeff was right there, grasping her hips and shoving his stiff cock hard into her juice-filled pussy. He fucked her as hard as ever, his flat belly smacking her upturned ass. She dug her nails into the bedspread and gurgled in bliss. The kid was giving her the fuck of her life-hard, relentless, unending.
"Ohhhhh, my God, my God," she moaned. "It's so fuckin' good, baby, don't ever stop."
Jeff grinned broadly as he hammered his eager young boner in her steaming, dripping fuck hole. He loved turning on his lovely older woman, and he knew she wasn't faking her response. No woman could fake that heavy endless creaming. His cock and balls dripped with the hot liquid, and it was running down her inner thighs and puddling on the bed. He knew her story was true-she obviously hadn't been fucked in a long, long time, and she was dying for relief.
"Unnnhhhh, Jeff, this is fantastic," she moaned. "I'm gonna come again. Fuck me hard, baby, as hard as you can!"
Jeff gladly obeyed, fucking her so hard that she had to brace her hands against the headboard. It seemed as if she'd hardly finished coming, and now she was coming again, her cunt going vise-tight around the boy's fucking cock, her cunt cream spurting out in thick floods. The deep delicious explosion in her cunt radiated out to engulf her whole body.
"Ahhhhhh, Jeff, baby, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Once more, Jeff struggled to hold back his climax. He wanted to impress her with his fucking abilities, but his young cock felt ready to explode. Somehow he just managed not to shoot his cum-load. Then Irene was wriggling away from him and pushing him onto his back. The next thing he knew, she was sitting on his cock and fucking him. Fantastic! He lay back, grinning, letting her do the work, ogling her big swinging tits.
"Yeah, go, baby," he panted. "Let's get you off again."
"No, Jeff," Irene leered back, "this time we'll get you off."
"Bet you can't," he challenged.
"Bet I can," she smiled.
Jeff wasn't too worried about it. He'd practiced holding out, fucking girls till they begged for mercy. It felt great as Irene fucked her hot slippery cuntal tube up and down the stiff shaft of his cock, but he wasn't in any danger of coming. He just lay back and closed his eyes. Then all of a sudden he didn't feel her cunt any more. He opened his eyes just in time to see her dripping her head down and taking his whole prick into her mouth.
"Awwwww, Christ!" he gasped.
She began sucking like crazy on his cock, and he knew he had lost the bet. But what the hell, it felt great. He closed his eyes again and let the hungry widow suck him off. It was less than a minute before his balls spasmed and released their molten load of jizz. He fucked hard at her mouth and filled it with his cum.
"Eat it, Irene, eat my jizz!" he shouted. "Awwwww, fuckin' shit, aaaggghhhhh!"
"Mmmmm, uuummmmm!" Irene moaned as she eagerly gulped his salty cum.
Jeff figured he shot about a gallon of jizz before he stopped coming. Then he opened his eyes and happened to see the bedside clock.
"Oh, shit," he cried, "I'm gonna be late for dinner. I better leave right now or my folks will have a fit."
"You'll come back and see me again, won't you, Jeff?" Irene purred.
"Oh, Jesus, will I ever," he sighed.
CHAPTER SIX
Irene couldn't believe it when she woke up the next morning hornier than ever. For the past two days she'd been fucking tireless teenaged boys, and she felt she should have been satisfied for a while-but she wasn't. It seemed as if fucking Tom and Jeff had just made her eager for more cock. But where was she going to get it?
She wondered what she could do to distract herself from that hot itch in her pussy. She'd already cleaned the house from top to bottom. She decided to start on the yard. There was grass to be mowed, shrubs to be clipped. It wasn't very exciting, but maybe the hard work would keep her mind off her fuck-lust. She dressed in shorts and a halter and went outside into the hot summer sunshine.
Almost right away she could see that her plan wasn't going to work. As she trimmed the hedges in the front yard, she eyed every man and boy who went by, wondering what he'd be like in bed. In no time at all she was creaming through her panties and recalling every exciting moment with Tom and Jeff. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get her mind off fucking.
She couldn't go on like this, that was for sure. And she couldn't just telephone one of her young lovers and ask him to come over and fuck her. She had to be very careful about making contact with Tom and Jeff. Although they would be more than willing to help her out, their parents might begin to wonder just why they were going over to Mrs. Taylor's house day after day, for hours at a time.
Irene didn't know it, but there was an attractive teenaged boy right on her own block who had a solution to her problem.
Larry Thomas was watching her from his bedroom window at that very moment and thinking how much he'd like to fuck her. He lived just two houses away from the beautiful widow, and he'd had a crush on her ever since he started to get interested in girls. Larry had always thought Irene Taylor was the sexiest lady in the world.
Now there she was in those tight little shorts and that skimpy halter that barely contained her big bouncing tits. Larry had noticed her from the living room window and stared at her till his Mom told him it wasn't polite. Then he'd gone to his room to stare. That was better anyway, because there he could jack off while he watched her and fantasized about her. He often thought about Mrs. Taylor when he jacked off.
She bent over to pick up a tool, and Larry shivered with lust as he caught a glimpse of her panties. He got started on a jack-off fantasy as he eased his stiff young cock out of his jeans .and began to pump it. In his fantasy, he went over to Mrs. Taylor's place and asked for a summer job helping her out with the yard work. She not only gave him the job, she took him inside and fucked him. Fat chance of that ever happening-but it made a terrific story to beat off to.
"Larry, what are you doing in there?" his mother called.
"Uh, nothing, Mom," Larry said, forcing his engorged prick back into his jeans.
Just as he got zipped up, his mother opened the door and glared at him.
"Young man," she said sternly, "you're supposed to be out looking for a summer job, not staring at the neighbors. Now, I know Mrs. Taylor is a very attractive lady, but she'd be just a little old for you, wouldn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am," Larry sighed.
"Fine," his mother said. "Now you get out and look for that job."
Larry wondered where to begin his job hunting. He could no doubt get a job washing dishes at some fast food place, but that wasn't his idea of how to spend the long hot summer. He had to pass Irene's place on his way to town, and as he approached he began to get a crazy idea. It probably wouldn't work, but it would be worth trying.
Irene was leaning forward to clip the far side of the hedge, and he could see the deep cleavage of her big beautiful tits. Yes, he just had to try.
"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor," he said, putting on a great big smile.
She looked up and returned his smile. "Oh, good morning, Larry," she said. "How are you?"
"Out of work, that's how I am," he said. "I was just wondering... you wouldn't want to hire me to do some yard work, would you?"
He waited for her to smile politely and say no. That was what he expected. If he'd known what was going on in her mind, he'd have come right in his jeans.
My God, Irene was thinking, he's just what I need.
She'd forgotten about Larry, whom she'd known ever since he was a little kid. He was a very handsome blond kid, nicely built, with a sexy grin. He turned her on like crazy. And she could tell from the longing look on his face that the feeling was mutual. Hire him to help with the yard work? The set-up couldn't have been more perfect.
Her smile broadened as she answered him. "Larry, why didn't I think of that?" she exclaimed. "I can't possibly do all this work by myself. You're hired, starting right now."
Larry's mouth dropped open. He really hadn't expected her to go for the idea. But he reminded himself that this wasn't really his fantasy. This was just a job, and he'd better not forget it. He stepped into the yard, stripped off his shirt, and started mowing the lawn while Irene finished the hedges. He kept sneaking glances at her from behind, ogling her luscious little ass in those skin-tight shorts.
And while Larry eyed her ass and had sexy fantasies about her, Irene was planning how to get him into her bed. She figured it wouldn't be much of a problem. So far, every teenaged boy she'd met had been ragingly horny and. ready to fuck at the slightest invitation. Thank heaven for boys! She'd have gone crazy with frustration without them.
She worked on the hedges until just before noon, then signaled Larry to shut the mower off so she could talk to him.
"I'm ready for a break," she sighed. "How about you?"
"Whatever you want, Irene," he said.
"Fine, let's go in the kitchen and get something cold to drink," she said.
Larry followed her, staring hungrily at her bobbing ass and trying to control the wild fantasies that rushed through his mind. She poured lemonade for them and invited him into the living room, where they sat on the couch. Being so close to her drove him wild with lust. He ached to grab her, kiss her, tear her clothes off, and shove his hard young cock into her hot pussy hole. As he thought about it, his cock really did get hard.
Irene saw it happening. She was just thinking about the opening move of her seduction, when the boy's crotch bulged right before her eyes. Larry saw that she noticed, and he blushed. Irene smiled blissfully and put her hand on his knee. Very slowly and very obviously she slid her fingers up his thigh and onto the big lump at his fly. She pressed her fingers firmly against his swelling cock, and his eyes opened widely.
"Apparently you don't find me too old, Larry," she grinned. "You've got a hard-on for me."
"I never thought of you as old, Irene," he said hoarsely. "I just think you're beautiful."
Did she have it made? The kid not only lusted for her, he had a romantic crush on her. Irene shivered with excitement.
"That's very sweet of you, Larry," she purred, leaning forward to kiss him.
"Oh, wow," he moaned.
Larry had done some dating and petting, but he'd never been kissed like that before. Irene's slick little tongue darted between his lips and explored his mouth, as she simultaneously caressed his stiff cock through his jeans. His eager young prick swelled to its fullest proportions and threatened to tear its way out of his pants. It seemed impossible, incredible, but the beautiful widow was coming on to him. She finally broke the kiss and looked at him with hot lusty eyes.
"Larry, it's so nice to be held again," she sighed. "I've been so lonely since Bob passed away... if you know what I mean."
"Oh, yeah, I do," Larry croaked. "I mean, I hope I do. I mean-well, whatever I can do to help, Irene, I'll do it."
"Good," she purred. "Why don't you start by taking off my clothes?"
Larry came so close to coming, it took his breath away. He just couldn't believe all this was happening, just as if one of his jack-off fantasies was coming true. But he quickly did as she asked, reaching around her to untie her halter, drawing it off. He ogled her gorgeous big tits and large light-pink nipples. Smiling, Irene took his hands and placed them on her hot satiny tits. They were the biggest and most beautiful tits he'd ever touched.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned.
"Go ahead, dear, play with my tits," Irene smiled.
She leaned back and let him go to it. He was like a kid in a candy store. He squeezed and molded and fondled her tits, and he licked and kissed and sucked. She half closed her eyes and gurgled with delight as the eager boy did everything he could to stimulate and arouse her sensitive tits. Under his lashing tongue and sucking lips, her big nipples became rigid and swollen. Irene couldn't control her horny creaming, and the molten liquid soaked through her panties and shorts.
Larry couldn't get over the fact that he was fondling tits big and beautiful enough to be in a centerfold. All the girls of his own age that he'd dated had tiny tits. He'd dreamed of touching and licking a pair of tits like watermelons, and now he had them. He used his tongue to lash her nipples into stiffness, then sucked each rigid nub in turn till she squealed and gurgled with pleasure.
When her big tits were taut and swollen with arousal, he unzipped her shorts and peeled them open to reveal her black lace bikini panties. He grabbed shorts and panties together and inched them down, and Irene raised her ass to help. He drew them down her long legs and dropped them on the floor, then stared at the lush reddish-brown triangle of her cunt bush. He had never dreamed he would see Mrs. Taylor naked in a million years.
"Now take off your clothes, Larry," she purred.
He couldn't speak. He was just too insanely aroused for his brain to work very well. He stood up and dropped his jeans. To Irene's delight, he wasn't wearing shorts. His cock snapped free of its confinement, hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on. She didn't think she had ever seen a cock that stiff. She creamed heavily at sight of the youth's cock, the molten juice drooling from her pussy and soaking her thighs.
"Mmmmm, what a gorgeous hard-on," she smiled. "Come here, dear, and let me touch it."
Larry was completely under her spell, and he would have jumped through hoops or stood on his head if she'd commanded him to. He walked over and stood in front of her, and she cupped his trim ass and urged him ever closer, till he could feel her steamy hot breath fanning his belly-hugging prick. His prick began to leak big hot bubbles of pre-cum, and Irene gave a hungry gurgle. He gasped when she thrust out her glistening pink tongue and began to lap up his cock juice.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she sighed.
"Holy shit," Larry groaned.
He'd heard about blow-jobs, but this was the first time it had ever happened to him. Right away, he was hooked. He didn't think anything could feel more kinky and exciting than a woman's hot little tongue whipping and reaming the swollen head of his cock. Irene lapped up all the pre-cum that oozed from his piss hole, then wriggled her tongue into the tight cleft and scooped out more hot juice. Larry shivered and moaned, and she looked up at him with a smile.
"Do you like me to do this, Larry?" she asked.
"I'll give you a hundred years to stop," he moaned.
Irene saw more thick globs of clear pre-cum dripping from his piss hole, and she went for it, lapping it up noisily and greedily with the stiff tip of her tongue. She could tell that the excited boy was about to come, and she wanted to give him a real treat when he did.
She opened her lips widely and brought them down around his throbbing cock meat, taking in as much of his stiff cock as she could.
"Awwwww, shit, yeah," Larry groaned.
He watched her take two thirds of his long stiff cock into her steaming mouth, then draw in her cheeks and start to suck. Right away, he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out, not any longer. To have Irene Taylor sucking his cock was just too much. She'd done it a hundred times in his fantasies-but this was for real, and it was totally blowing him away. She sucked his cock powerfully, giving him long hot rushes of pleasure, and he fed her thick streams of cock juice.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, it's great, Irene," he moaned. "It's fantastic!"
Irene sucked greedily, gobbling up his pre-cum as fast as it dripped from his piss hole. She cupped his ass and pulled him close against her, till his steel-hard cock fucked right into her throat. Larry clutched her shoulders and started fucking her mouth, gently at first, then with growing urgency. Somehow she managed to open her throat and take his jerking cock inside. Her throat muscles clamped around his swollen cock head, and he yelped with lust.
"Awwwwww, Jesus, I'm gonna come!" he cried.
Irene moaned her approval and sucked even harder on his violently throbbing cock. Larry understood that she wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted to eat the whole hot steaming load of his jizz. That sent him right over the edge. He felt his balls spasm, felt his cum sizzling up his jerking cock and flooding into her throat. He fucked furiously at her mouth, unable to control himself.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck! Eat it, Irene, eat it!" he yelled.
"Ummmmm, mmmmmmm!" she moaned.
She drew back just a little so she could collect the boy's jetting cum-load in her mouth and savor the taste. She gulped load after load of the tasty cock cream, till Larry finally staggered back and slumped onto the couch. Irene licked her lips to get the very last drops of his cum. Her pussy was on fire with need, and she wanted to get off as fast as possible. She spread her legs widely, showing the panting boy the wet pink flesh of her cunt gash.
"Larry," she panted, "stick your finger up my cunt, baby. Get me off."
That was one technique Larry was familiar with, and he went right to it, shoving his stiff middle finger up her twat and fucking it just like a stiff cock. Irene slumped back against the couch and gurgled with pleasure. He felt his plowing finger being drenched with spurt after spurt of sizzling pussy cream. Her cuntal tube gripped his finger tightly and tugged at it, trying to draw it even deeper into the hot depths of her pussy. He watched her eyes flutter and close in ecstasy.
"Yes, baby, yessss," she hissed. "Keep doing it-I'm almost there."
Larry thought how much he would like to have his stiff cock in that hot sucking fuck hole instead of his finger and, as he thought about it, his tireless prick snapped to attention. His cock rose sharply from his thigh and went long and rigid and fat. He thought about jerking his finger out of her pussy and shoving his cock in there instead, but at that very moment Irene gave a piercing squeal and began to come, her cunt going vise-tight around his fucking finger.
"Oooooooooooooo, baby, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Larry was just about coming himself as he fucked his stiff finger in her convulsing cunt, giving her blast after blast of pleasure. His hand was soaked with her flooding cunt juice. He watched her big tits bounce and swing with the violence of her orgasm, and he thought again how terrific it would be to cram his cock into her cunt. That would make his day perfect. For three years now, he'd dreamed of fucking this beautiful older woman.
Well, she had let him do everything else so far, and it couldn't hurt to ask. As she started to come down from her climax, he said eagerly: "Irene, could we fuck?"
Irene opened her lust-glazed eyes and looked at him hungrily. As usual, one climax had only whetted her appetite for more cock. "Have you ever fucked before, Larry?" she asked.
"No," he admitted, "but I sure as hell wanta try it."
"I bet you do," she grinned. "So come here."
To Larry's delight, she rolled onto her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs widely for him. There at the center of her cunt gash was the small fur-fringed mouth of her fuck hole, creaming heavily and easy to spot. She held out her arms to him, and he yelped with lust and threw himself onto her. He didn't want to waste a second in getting rid of his virginity. He hammered his engorged prick all over the place but couldn't seem to find the fuck hole.
"Wait, darling, I'll get it," Irene panted.
She fisted his wildly throbbing, steel-stiff young cock and wedged the swollen cock head into the sucking mouth of her cunt. Larry shivered and moaned when he felt the tight ring of her cuntal opening gripping his prick and tugging at it. Her molten pussy cream spurted all around the tip of his cock. Irene let go of his cock meat and lay back, trembling with eagerness.
"There, darling, now shove it into me," she moaned.
"Awwwww, yeah," Larry yelped.
He shoved hard and felt his cock sheathed right to the balls in her velvety hot fuck hole. He'd lost his cherry at last, and in a way he had never expected-fucking the beautiful, sexy neighbor lady. He could hardly believe he actually had his prick in Irene Taylor's sizzling little cunt. Her pretty face was contorted in a lusty grimace as she took the full length of his stiff adolescent cock.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, yesss!" she squealed. "Stick that big thing into me, fuck me good and hard."
It was Irene Taylor, all right, her big stiff-nippled tits pressing hard against his chest, her hot cunt soaking his prick with gushing cream. Larry had never fucked before, but his instincts led him to fuck his cock into her cunt hard and fast. Irene gasped, then moaned with ecstasy as she took the machine-like pistoning of his stiff young prick.
"Is this okay, Irene?" he panted. "Am I fucking you right?"
"Yes, Larry, it's wonderful," she moaned, "just wonderful. Keep fucking me hard, darling, as hard as you want."
It was the second cherry she'd taken in three days, and maybe she was being a little bit greedy, but she just couldn't get enough stiff boy-cock to satisfy her pent-up lust. Now she kept her legs wide open for him, taking his fucking prick as deep as she could get it. The harder he fucked her, the more she loved it. She felt as if she could fuck all night and not get tired. Each deep fuck-thrust of his cock gave her a hot blast of sensation and made her cream like crazy.
"Unnnhhhhhh, baby, you're fucking me so good," she moaned. "Do you like it, Larry?"
"Awwww, shit, yeah," he moaned. "It's fantastic fucking you, Irene."
She didn't know just how fantastic it was for him. She didn't know that night after night, he'd been jacking off while he thought about her. But this was better than any of his fantasies. Again and again, he fucked his stiff young cock to the very depths of her boiling slick cunt and heard her scream with pleasure. He was really, truly fucking Irene Taylor, and she was loving every second of it.
"Ohhhhhhh, Larry, I'm going to come," she whimpered. "Give it to me as hard as you can, dear-get me off!"
Larry was delighted to help her out. He fucked into her cunt so hard that her body shuddered with the impact and her big tits wobbled like gelatin. She arched her body, rubbing her clit against his jerking cock shaft, and she felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she was wild with excitement. Then her whole body shuddered and rocked with a massive explosion of sensation.
"Larry, baby, you're making me come!" she screamed. "Ohhhhh, honey, whaahhhh!"
That did it for Larry. He felt Mrs. Taylor's red-hot pussy squeezing his prick and sucking at it, drawing the jizz right out of his balls.
"Awwwww, shit, awwwww, I'm coming!" he bellowed.
He jetted steaming floods of jizz into Irene's sucking cunt before they finally stopped coming.
Larry looked at her adoringly and said: "I think I could go on fucking you all day and night, Irene."
"I wish you could, Larry," she sighed, "but we don't want your parents to get suspicious. I think you'd better go home now and come back tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, you're probably right," he said regretfully.
Irene hated to see him go, but she knew it was wiser to play things safe. She certainly didn't want the neighborhood to wonder why all those teenaged boys were spending so much time at her house.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Larry left, Irene took a long shower, then made herself a drink. She felt lazy, and she knew that the yard work wasn't going to take her mind off fucking. Nothing was going to take her mind off fucking. It seemed to be all she could think of lately. Even after that hot fuck session with Larry, she was still horny.
"My God, what am I going to do?" she sighed.
She didn't get to debate the question, because just then the doorbell rang. Irene opened the door and there was Tom the paper boy.
"Hi, Irene," he said adoringly. "I've got a couple hours before my route starts, and I thought I'd drop by. I hope you've got time to see me."
"But of course I do, Tom," Irene purred.
He couldn't have timed his visit better. She was just starting to feel unbearably horny and wondering what she was going to do about it-and here was the solution to her problem. The handsome youth hurried inside and looked at her expectantly. She didn't disappoint him. She walked right over to him and gave him a long steamy tongue-kiss. As their bodies pressed together, she felt his eager young prick going stiff as a board.
She had never taken on two boys in one day before, but there was a first time for everything. She had to admit that the idea excited her very much. She ran her hands over Tom's lean hard body, and he returned the favor, caressing her hungrily. His swollen cock throbbed against her belly, and she creamed heavily in response. When they finally broke the kiss, they were both flushed and panting with hot arousal.
"Oh, Tom, I'm so glad you dropped by," Irene moaned.
"Wow, so am I," he said breathlessly.
Too eager to get at each other even to go to the bedroom, they sank down on the thick carpet and pawed and kissed each other. Irene was fumbling with Tom's clothes, and he was fumbling with hers. They managed to get each other undressed. Irene creamed furiously as their naked bodies locked and Tom darted his tongue into her mouth. His steel-hard cock dripped sticky pre-cum onto her belly.
Then he was kissing his way down her sleek hot body, and she eagerly opened her legs for him as wide as she could. The horny boy crawled between her splayed thighs and panted on her wet pink pussy slit. Irene let out a squeal of delight when she felt his juicy tongue touching the swollen flesh of her cunt gash. She was dying to get off, and nothing would get her off quicker than that whipping tongue of his playing all over her pussy.
"Yessss, baby, lick meeeee," she hissed.
Not that Tom had to be urged. The boy loved the tangy taste of her pussy cream, and besides, he was practicing for when school started and he began taking out girls. By that time he wanted to be the best pussy-eater in the West. Now he stabbed and jerked his tongue all over Irene's heavily creaming cunt slit, discovering which places were the most sensitive. The spot she seemed to like best was that pea-size button, her clit.
So Tom zeroed in on her clit, circling it rapidly with the stiff tip of his tongue. He got the results he wanted. Irene squealed and moaned with pleasure and drenched his bobbing chin with pussy juice. Just the slightest touch of his tongue on that ultra-sensitive bud would send her into ecstasy, and when he began a steady tongue-lashing action, she closed her eyes and whimpered in bliss.
"Oooooo, yes, Tom, that's so good," she cried. "Keep doing that, darling, get me off."
She had her eyes screwed shut, and Tom had his back to the window-so neither of them noticed when Jeff pressed his face to the glass and stared into the room. His eyes widened, and then he looked mad as hell.
Jeff had some time before he started his shift at the deli, and he couldn't think of a better way to use it than a repeat visit to Irene. He'd been thinking of her constantly ever since they'd fucked, and it seemed like his cock had been hard for the whole twenty-four hours. As he bounded up her front walk, he was thinking how great it was going to feel when he shoved his swollen prick into the velvety hot tunnel of her cunt.
He was about to ring the doorbell when he decided to look in the window first. Irene might have adult company, and he didn't want to arouse anybody's suspicions. He glanced in, then did a double take. Irene was home, all right, and she wasn't alone. She was lying stark naked on the rug, her legs spread wide, and some kid was crouching between her legs and eating her pussy. Irene looked blissed out.
"Shit," Jeff muttered.
He was achingly horny, his cock engorged and ready to explode. He could just go home and jack off, but he knew that wouldn't satisfy him for long. Hell, he'd been jacking off ever since he left Irene yesterday and it hadn't done any good. What he wanted was Irene's juicy little cunt, not his own dry fist. He wasn't going to let some little punk take her away from him. With a grim, determined look, he opened the door and marched in.
"Irene," he demanded, "what in hell's going on?"
"Jeff!" Irene gasped. "What are you doing here?"
It was a dumb question, and she knew it, but it just popped out. Now Tom raised his cream smeared face from her steaming pussy and glared at the intruder.
"Who the hell are you?" Tom barked.
"I'm asking you the same question, asshole," Jeff snarled. "Irene is my lady."
"Like hell she is," Tom snapped.
"Now, boys," Irene sighed, "please don't fight. I'm sure we can settle this to everyone's satisfaction."
"Only if this jerk leaves," Tom said.
"Only if you kick this twerp out," Jeff scowled.
What to do? It would kill her to make a choice between them. She was turned on by both boys and wanted to keep both of them as lovers. Tom had arrived first, so perhaps she should send Jeff away-but then she'd risk never getting him back.
If only there was some way she could take care of both of them at once! The thought had no sooner entered her mind than she realized it was possible. Not only possible, but terrifically exciting.
"Boys," she purred, "there's no reason to fight. We can all have a good time together, and I'll see that both of you have fun."
They gawked at her.
Jeff was the first to find his voice again. "You mean we're supposed to share you?" Irene smiled and nodded. "Weird," Tom said.
"Oh, you'll both have a wonderful time," Irene assured them. "Now let me introduce you. Tom, meet Jeff."
Reluctantly, the boys shook hands. Neither of them wanted to share the beautiful widow with anybody else, but they sensed it was the only way they were going to fuck her. Tom kept his place between her thighs, and as soon as the introduction was over he went back to licking her pussy, trying to ignore Jeff's presence. Her pussy was his, and he wasn't giving it up. Jeff quickly undressed, wondering how Irene was going to take care of him.
Irene was wondering, too, but it didn't take her long to come up with an interesting idea. "Come here, Jeff," she purred, "and kneel right beside me. Yes, that's it."
She had him kneel beside her shoulder, so that his seven-inch cock was within easy reach of both her hands and mouth. She fisted the hot semi-hard column of cock meat and began to pump it, and Jeff moaned with excitement. He didn't like the other kid being there, but the moment Irene touched his cock he quit worrying about that. Tom might get to eat her pussy, but it was Jeff's prick she was playing with.
His prick mushroomed in her pumping fist, and she creamed with excitement as she felt it happen. His swelling cock pushed her fingers wider apart and forced its way out of her fist. She could feel the hot, hard inner core of his prick heating and throbbing. From his piss hole oozed a big fat glob of pre-cum, and she darted out her tongue and scooped up the salty liquid. As her tongue touched the sensitive head of his cock, Jeff shivered and moaned.
"Jesus, yeah, Irene, lick my cock!" he cried.
Tom jerked his head from her creamy pussy and stared. She was licking the other kid's prick, all right, gobbling up the clear pre-cum that oozed from his piss hole. For a moment, Tom seethed with jealousy, but then he reminded himself that he had a monopoly on her hot tasty cunt slit. He went back to his hungry pussy-eating, hoping to distract her from Jeff's stiff cock.
"Oooooo, Tom!" she squealed. "That's so good, baby."
Now it was Jeff's turn to feel jealous. Aggressively, he shoved his swollen cock against her lips, urging her to go on licking his prick. She did so, lapping up the sticky juice with the tip of her tongue, but all the while she was moaning and shivering with pleasure as Tom tongued her pussy. Jeff told himself that he had the better end of the deal, but he still wanted to be in Tom's place, making her pant and whimper with pleasure.
The boys may not have been totally satisfied with the situation, but Irene was in heaven. Not even in her horniest fantasies had she imagined fucking two boys at once. It was driving her out of her mind with excitement. While Tom lashed her swollen pussy gash with his hot tongue, giving her blast after blast of pleasure, she greedily licked up Jeff's salty prick juice and ate it. She couldn't imagine a more arousing situation.
"Yeah, lick my cock, Irene-eat all that juice!" Jeff cried.
He was trying to get Tom's attention and make him jealous, but this time it didn't work. Tom just retaliated, zeroing in on Irene's sensitive clit and lashing it roughly with his tongue. That made her gasp and moan with delight, and for a few seconds she neglected Jeff's cock. That was exactly what Tom had intended, and he didn't need to look up to know that Jeff was scowling at him.
Jeff wasn't going to let the young boy top him. And he wasn't going to lose his cool, either. He would just get the better end of the deal, and then Tom could be jealous.
"Suck my cock, Irene," he begged. "Suck me off."
Irene hungrily opened her lips and let him glide his rigid cock over her tongue till more than half the throbbing column of prick meat was in her mouth. Then she closed her lips around his cock shaft, drew in her cheeks, and started to suck. Jeff yelped with bliss and fed her a big hot spurt of cock juice. Irene sucked greedily and noisily on his cock, making an obscene slurping sound that Tom couldn't ignore. He raised his head from her boiling pussy to see what was happening.
There was Jeff with a big smug grin on his face and his stiff cock in Irene's mouth. She was sucking on his prick, and Jeff was clearly getting off on it. He caught Tom's eye and gave him a triumphant look. Tom glared at him, but nothing could erase that smug grin. There was only one way to get back at him. Tom plunged his face back between Irene's legs, made his tongue long and stiff, and fucked it up her cunt.
"Ahhhhh, God, yessss," she wailed, letting Jeff's cock snap from her lips. "Stick your tongue in me, baby-fuck me with it."
Jeff fought the urge to drag the kid out the door and lock him out. Irene quickly stuffed his cock back in her mouth and went on sucking, and he just hoped there wouldn't be another interruption. Tom was sure as hell trying for one, hungrily and loudly plowing his stiff tongue in and out of her juicy little fuck hole. He was doing his best to get her off.
"Mmmmm, uuummmmm," Irene moaned.
Her mouth was crammed with Jeff's swollen prick, so she could only make muffled moans of pleasure as Tom tongue-fucked her pussy. It felt delicious, and she was spinning fast towards climax. As her arousal grew, she sucked faster and harder on Jeff's prick. His eyes rolled crazily, then closed, and he forgot all about Tom's presence. He was conscious only of the wonderful hot sensations he was getting from Irene's greedily sucking mouth. In less than a minute, he was right on the verge of coming.
"Awwww, fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Suck me off, Irene, suck hard."
Irene didn't know who was going to come first, her or Jeff. They were both right on the edge. Tom's pistoning tongue in her cunt was driving her wild with pleasure, and her sucking mouth was making Jeff moan steadily. Tom tongue-sucked her pussy faster and faster, and she increased her cock-sucking, making Jeff yelp with bliss. Suddenly she felt a violent explosion deep in her cunt that quickly engulfed her whole body. She was coming like a bomb, her pussy contracting and squeezing around Tom's tongue.
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhh, uummmmmm!" she moaned. She gave a violent suck as she came.
"Awwwww, shit, I'm coming!" Jeff yelled.
She began to gulp jet after jet of the boy's sizzling cum. She writhed and bucked so hard as she came that Tom couldn't keep his tongue in her cunt. He rose to his knees and watched the action, and he had to admit it was pretty exciting. Irene was writhing and giving muffled groans of ecstasy, and she was sucking wildly on Jeff's cum-squirting cock. Jeff was whining and fucking her mouth, his eyes screwed shut in total bliss.
"Eat it, baby, eat my jizz!" he groaned.
"Unnnhhhh, mmmmmm!" Irene cried.
Tom was the only one not coming, but he had an easy solution for that. He was kneeling between her legs, and he could see the little cream-gushing mouth of her cunt. All he had to do was fuck his stiff cock in there, and he'd be in business. But he waited a few moments more, absorbed in watching Jeff and Irene come. At last, Jeff's cock slipped from her lips, and he gave Tom a smug look.
"Bet I'm having more fun than you are," Jeff taunted.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Tom replied with a smile. "Watch this."
"Ohhhhhhh, yessssss," Irene moaned as Tom crammed his rock-hard cock into her cream-slick cunt.
Jeff seemed to be turning purple with jealousy as he watched Tom fucking his swollen prick into Irene's cunt. Tom deliberately did it slowly and gradually so Jeff could watch and envy. His thick blue-veined prick stretched Irene's little fur-fringed cunt mouth and sank deep into her steamy fuck hole. As she took his cock, she whimpered with excitement and drenched his cock meat with molten pussy cream. "Ohhhhh, Tommy, that feels so good," she moaned. "Stick it in me, darling-give me every inch of that nice hard cock."
"Shit," Jeff spat. He had to admit the little twerp had outclassed him. He got to his feet. "I'm gonna get a beer. You two have fun." Irene knew he was feeling left out and that maybe she should say something to soothe his feelings, but she was just having too damned much fun at that moment to spare him the time. Tom had finally fucked his rock-hard young cock right to the balls in her hungry pussy, and now he started fucking up and down, giving her hot blasts of pleasure that made her cream and moan.
Jeff left the room without her even noticing.
"Unnnhhhhh, Tom, fuck it to me!" she cried. "Give it to me hard, baby."
Tom was grinning from ear to ear as he fucked his swollen prick in her juicy little cunt. He had Irene all to himself now, and the lovely widow was wailing with pleasure as she took his steady hard fucking. She drenched his pistoning prick with rush after rush of hot pussy cream, and she arched her body to take his cock as deep as she could get it. She loved his fucking, and that made him really proud no and excited. He, too, forgot all about Jeff.
But Jeff didn't forget Tom and Irene. In the kitchen, he opened a beer, took a chair, and sulked. It killed him to know that another boy was in there fucking Irene. Hell, the kid was hardly out of junior high. And soon, as Irene's excitement boiled over and she began to yell, Jeff could hear her. Her voice was hoarse with arousal, and she was moaning and gurgling and whimpering. It was driving Jeff crazy with envy. But at the same time, he couldn't resist the urge to watch them fucking.
He carried his beer into the living room and found Tom fucking Irene roughly. The boy's trim ass jerked with lightning speed, and his belly smacked loudly against hers. Irene's head lolled back, and her eyes were closed in total bliss as she took the steady hammering of Tom's steel-hard cock. Jeff seethed with jealousy, but he was also hotly aroused by the scene. His cock lurched to attention, engorged and throbbing.
"Unnnhhhhhh, Tommy, you're fucking me so damned good," Irene gurgled.
She opened her eyes for a second and saw Jeff standing not far away, watching her getting fucked. His eyes were hot and horny, and his cock was hugging his belly in a huge hardon. Irene hungrily eyed his cock and wished there was some way she could fuck both boys at the same time. She knew she was being insanely greedy, but she arched to enjoy two stiff young cocks at once.
Then it dawned on her that there was a way to do it. It was kinky, it might not even work, but she just had to try it.
"Tom," she gasped, "let's roll over and try it that way. Okay?"
"Sure, Irene, whatever you want," Tom said blissfully.
They reversed their position, and now Irene was sitting on his cock. He went right on fucking her, happily pistoning his stiff prick in her boiling cream-filled pussy hole. She bent forward a little, her big stiff nipples grazing his chest, and he gazed in fascination at his own fucking cock as it reamed out her cunt and stretched her pussy lips.
"That's good, baby," she crooned. "Just keep fucking me like that, and we'll have Jeff join us."
Tom gawked at her. He didn't see how there could be any room for Jeff. Jeff didn't understand, either, but he hurried over to them, eager to try any kinky thing Irene had in mind. He ogled her firm round ass and the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. Looking at that inviting little asshole, he suddenly realized what her plan was. He broke into a big grin.
"Oh, I get it," he chuckled.
"Then join the party, dear," Irene purred.
Maybe she was crazy, but she just had to try it. She stayed crouched over Tom, presenting her luscious little ass to Jeff. While Tom fucked his stiff boner in and out of her hot cunt, Jeff got behind her, straddling Tom's legs. She shivered in lusty anticipation when she felt him touch the hard swollen head of his cock to the untried mouth of her shitter. He gave a lusty groan and began to fuck his cock into her tiny asshole.
"Ohhhhhh, my god," Irene gasped.
"Fantastic!" Jeff panted. "So fuckin' tight."
"What's happening?" Tom asked.
"Jeff's sticking his cock up my ass," Irene panted. "Ohhhhh, my God, it feels wild."
Tom relaxed. For a moment, he thought he was going to have to share her cunt, and he wouldn't have gone for that. But Jeff was welcome to her asshole. In fact it made things more exciting for Tom when the other boy's prick began to crowd into her belly, separated from his own cock by just a thin wall of flesh. It made both her cunt and her shitter very snug.
"Ahhhh, yeah," Tom moaned, fucking deep into her pussy.
"I'm almost there," Jeff panted.
"Do it to me, both of you," Irene whimpered. "Give me those nice hard cocks, boys, give me every inch."
It drove her out of her mind to be taking two cocks at once. The fit was very tight, but she could do it. Jeff began to match Tom's rhythm, and their cocks fucked in and out in tandem, giving her incredible blasts of pleasure. She crouched there and clawed the rug and sobbed in ecstasy. She'd never been this well fucked in her life-but then she'd never taken two cocks at once before. Her belly felt deliciously crammed with the hot throbbing cock meat.
"Ohhhhhhhh, boys, that's so good," she moaned. "So damned good! Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, don't stop."
"Ahhhh, shit, aaagghhhh!" Tom bawled, fucking into her cunt faster and faster as his arousal reached fever pitch.
Jeff kept up with him, fucking her ass rapidly. "Ahhhhhh, Christ, it's tight," he panted. "So fuckin' tight!"
As the three of them hurtled toward orgasm, Irene happened to glance up at the living room window. There, staring at them, his mouth hanging open, was Larry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Larry just couldn't stay away from Irene for more than a few hours. He'd gone home like she told him to, informed his mother that he'd gotten a job doing yard work for Mrs. Taylor, and then he'd gone to his room and sat around. He couldn't get Irene out of his mind, and he savored the memory of his first fuck. By the time he finished, he was horny all over again.
Then things got worse. He had a cock-stand that wouldn't quit. He tried jacking off, but it seemed like kid stuff now that he'd had the real thing. He wasn't satisfied with his own fist any more. He wanted to fuck his achingly stiff young cock into a girl's hot and juicy cunt. Finally he couldn't contain his lust any more. He told his mother he was going for a walk, and then he hurried over to Irene's house.
He just hoped she wouldn't be angry to see him again so soon. She'd told him how careful they would have to be about their affair, and that she didn't want the neighbors wondering why he came to her house so often. Well, he would just have to risk making them wonder, because he wouldn't rest till he'd fucked Irene again. He reached out to ring the doorbell, then saw movement through the front window. He peered into the living room and gawked.
"Jesus Christ," he gasped.
He couldn't believe what he saw. He blinked, shook his head, and looked again. No, his eyes hadn't deceived him. He saw Irene crouching stark naked on the rug, fucking with two kids his own age. But he couldn't quite figure out what they were doing. It looked like they were both fucking her at the same time, one from in front and the other from behind. But that didn't seem physically possible. Larry felt jealous, but he also felt very curious.
As quietly as he could, he eased open the door and slipped into the room. Now he was able to see exactly what was going on. Irene was sitting on one kid's cock. This was the youngest kid, a blond boy. The other kid, a dark-haired guy, was fucking her in the asshole. Larry figured it must hurt, yet Irene showed no signs of pain. In fact, she seemed to be going out of her mind with pleasure.
"Yes, do it to me, boys," she panted. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass!"
Larry's jealousy vanished as he watched the fucking and got powerfully aroused. It didn't surprise him that Irene had other lovers. She was very attractive, after all, and very horny. Larry was fascinated with this kinky three-way fuck. He watched the dark-haired kid's stiff cock fucking in and out of her tiny puckered shitter, and he could see the other guy's blue veined prick pistoning in her cunt and dripping with her hot pussy cream. That Irene was really something else-taking two cocks at the same time.
"Fantastic," Larry grinned.
They didn't hear him, because they were panting and moaning and snorting so loud, and the boys didn't see him. They both had their eyes closed in ecstasy. He thought Irene didn't see him, either, but just then she looked up and looked him right in the eye. He blushed furiously, but she just smiled.
Irene had spotted Larry while he was still on the front porch, and of course she was aware of it when he sneaked into the house. But her pleasure was so intense, her excitement so great, that she just hadn't had time to deal with him yet. Now she smiled at him to let him know she was aware of his presence and that it was okay. That was all she had time for. Tom and Jeff were fucking her faster and faster, hurtling her towards climax.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, it's so damned good," she whimpered. "Fuck it to me, boys-fuck hard, make me come."
She closed her eyes and blotted out everything but the hot pleasure she was feeling. Jeff's steel-hard boner fucked deep into her steaming asshole, and Tom's jerking prick reamed her cunt. She felt deliciously full of cock, incredibly well fucked. She dug her nails into the rug and wailed in ecstasy as her belly was crammed again and again by the two hammering cocks. She could tell from the boys' hoarse cries that they were close to coming, too.
"Awwwww, shit, so fuckin' tight," Jeff moaned.
"Oh, Christ, can't hold out much longer," Tom gasped.
They still had their eyes tightly closed, so they didn't notice Larry's presence. He watched breathlessly, and his cock, which had behaved on the way over to Irene's, went stiff as a board and tented his fly lewdly. He wanted to rip off his clothes and get in on the fun, but there just wasn't any room for him in that writhing tangle of bodies. But he had hopes he'd be allowed to join the party later. Irene had smiled at him in such an inviting way.
"Unnnhhhhh, my God, I'm gonna come," she groaned. "Ooooooo, that's it, boys. Fuck my ass and cunt, give it to me as hard as you can."
The boys obeyed, groaning with lust as they fucked their stiff pricks into her scorching little shitter and juice-filled cunt. The three bodies slapped loudly together, and there was an obscene sucking noise as the two swollen pricks reamed her juicy fuck holes.
Larry started to pant, hardly able to contain his excitement. He undressed as he watched, but he never took his eyes off that incredible three-way fuck. Naked, he inched closer for a better view, his engorged cock wagging lewdly.
Irene glanced up and saw the boy's magnificent hard-on, and that put her right over the edge. She already had one rigid cock fucking in her greedy little cunt, and another granite column of cock meat was fucking in her clinging asshole. But when she looked up and saw a third stiff blue-veined prick, the excitement was too much for her. She felt a violent explosion of pleasure deep in her belly, and then her whole body was shaking.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Tom couldn't have held out a second longer. He gave a yelp of relief and began jetting his cum into her cunt. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, shit, aaggghhhhhhhhh!" he roared.
"Take it, Irene," Jeff groaned. "Take my jizz up your ass!"
He filled her steaming shitter with load after load of thick jizz. He could feel Tom's cock pumping and squirting just a thin membrane away. Irene's cunt and asshole were in greedy spasm, sucking and squeezing and tugging as she took the double load of cum. The three of them writhed and moaned together for a full minute before rolling apart.
That was when Tom and Jeff noticed Larry.
"Who the hell are you?" Jeff demanded.
"Yeah, what are you doing here?" Tom cried.
The two boys had been bitter rivals a few minutes ago, but now they were ready to stand together against this intruder. Irene saw that it was time to play referee again. Here was a chance to have the sexual experience of her life, with three young studs at the same time-and she wanted to be sure the fucking wasn't spoiled by a lot of fighting. She stood up with a soothing smile.
"Boys, relax," she said. "This is Larry, and he's a friend. He'll be joining us."
"Jesus, Irene!" Jeff exclaimed. "How many more guys are there gonna be?"
"This is it," Irene assured him. "Nobody else will be arriving. But just to make sure we're not interrupted by anything, let's lock the door and go into my bedroom."
The boys readily agreed to that, and they all trooped down the hall and jumped onto the king-size bed, which was about to get its best workout since her husband had died.
Irene paused for a moment and thought about Bob. She knew he would have been turned on by this scene. Bob had had a very dirty mind-and she'd loved him for it. She just wished he could be here now to get in on the fun.
Here's to you, Bob, she thought.
She had hardly slipped onto the bed before she found herself under a pile of naked bodies. The boys had all dived for her at the same time, and there was some cussing and complaining about bumped heads. Then they started to sort themselves out. Jeff copped the place between Irene's legs, sinking down between her open thighs and panting on the moist pink flesh of her cunt gash. Irene opened her legs even wider for him, eager to feel his tongue on her ragingly horny pussy.
"Yes, Jeff, go down on me," she moaned. "You know I love that."
Not to be outdone, Tom was lying half on top of her and squeezing big fistfuls of hot silky tit. He massaged and molded, and he stuck out his tongue to lash her big pink nipples into stiffness. Having her pussy and tits licked at the same time was wildly exciting. Just as Tom's wet tongue touched her left nipple, she felt Jeff's stiff tongue tip flicking her clit. She moaned hoarsely and creamed all over Jeff's bobbing chin.
"Ohhhhhh, boys, this is wonderful," she sighed.
Larry, the most shy of the three, was kneeling beside her head, trying to grab the right moment to kiss her. Irene turned her attention to him, and the first thing she noticed was his magnificent stiff cock. The cock head was swollen, purple and gleaming, and out of his piss hole dripped big hot globs of pre-cum. She drooled at the sight of that glistening fuck juice. She turned her head, stuck out her tongue, and began lapping up his pre-cum.
"Oh, shit, yeah," he gasped.
It thrilled Larry to see the beautiful widow hungrily eating, his cock juice. She used the pointed tip of her tongue to scoop up the thick slime as it dripped from his cock cleft, and then she rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the taste and moaning with arousal. She gulped down the salty cock juice and tongued for more. Each stab of her velvety tongue tip gave him a hot jolt of pleasure.
And, as if that weren't excitement enough, Larry could see Tom licking and sucking her big ripe tits and Jeff noisily snuffling around in her pussy. Every sensitive part of her body was getting attention. She moaned and panted as she felt hot tongue-stabs in her pussy, hot tongue-licks on her nipples, and she eagerly gobbled up delicious cock juice.
"Ummmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm... fantastic," she moaned.
All three boys had to agree with her. It was the most kinky experience of their young lives, all of them making love at the same time to this gorgeous older woman. Sooner or later they would all want to fuck her, too. That didn't seem physically possible, but if anybody could figure out a way to do it, it would be Irene. There seemed to be no end to her fucklust, no end to the wild games she invented.
"Ohhhhhhh, boys, you're getting me so hot," she moaned.
Her hoarse cries just spurred the boys on. Jeff stuck out his tongue and made it as long and rigid as he could, then fucked it hard into her cunt. She gasped and just about shot off the bed, then drenched the slippery tongue with an enormous load of molten pussy juice. Jeff began to tongue-fuck her roughly and deeply, just the way she craved it, and he felt her cunt heating up like a furnace around his stabbing tongue.
"Ahhhhhh, Jeff, yesssss," she cried. "Keep doing that to me, baby, don't ever stop."
Tom and Larry glanced down to see what Jeff was doing to make her so excited. They watched him fucking his long rigid tongue in and out of her little fur-fringed cunt mouth. Tom wanted to get her attention, too, so he opened his mouth wide and stuffed her left nipple inside. He started sucking loudly and hungrily on her tit, and she whimpered with delight. Her long stiff nipple throbbed hard on his tongue.
"Mmmmm, Tom, that's wonderful," she moaned. "Keep doing it, suck my tits."
Larry wondered what he could do to top the other guys, but he soon understood that all he had to do was be there. Irene was wild for the taste of his drooling prick. She started lashing her boiling-hot tongue all over the swollen head of his cock, making it gleam with her spit. She gobbled up his dripping cock juice and ate it with a hungry gurgle. Larry's impatient young cock gave a horny lurch, and he almost came right in her face. He struggled to hold back his climax. He wanted this incredible orgy to go on and on.
Irene could hardly believe what was happening, herself. Just three days ago, she'd been desperate for a lover and wondering if she would ever get fucked again. And now here she was with three eager young studs crawling all over her, all of them wanting to fuck her. She had sure as hell solved her problem. Now the only question was, could she keep up the pace? For the time being, no problem.
"Ohhhhhh, boys, this is too much," she panted. "I just have to come."
Jeff took the hint and plowed his rigid tongue into her cunt as fast and hard as he could. His reaming tongue made an obscene sucking and slurping noise that echoed through the room and made the other boys crazy with arousal. They all wanted to be down there tasting her hot tangy pussy cream and fucking their tongues in her steaming little cunt.
Tom sucked all the more greedily on her long erect nipples, darting from one to the other. Larry rubbed the creaming head of his prick against her lips, smearing them with his sticky juices, then drew back and watched her hungrily lick up the delicious liquid.
Her eyes rolled crazily and then shut. She went stiff and still for a moment, and then her body began to convulse as Jeff's fucking tongue finally brought her off.
"Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming! Ahhhhhh!" she howled.
The boys all watched her coming, amazed at the violence of her climax. Her slender body bucked and writhed, and her big ripe tits wobbled heavily. Thick floods of pussy cream spurted from her spasming cunt and soaked her inner thighs. The boys watched that gushing little fuck hole at the very center of her crotch, and all three imagined sticking their engorged cocks in there. But they knew that only one of them was going to have that privilege.
"Ohhhhhh, so damned good," Irene sighed as she finally came down from her climax.
Then she became still as she studied the three teenaged boys. She wondered if she would ever again see a scene so enticing. All three boys were handsome and naked, and all three had cocks as stiff as steel. Three rigid young cocks hugged flat bellies and drooled thick streams of pre-cum. And to think, she had to choose between them! It was just not possible. She wanted all three of those hard cocks at once.
With a hungry gurgle, she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to the nearest boy, who happened to be Jeff. She began licking his cock, lapping up the hot cock juice that oozed from his piss hole, and he shivered with excitement. When she had gobbled his pre-cum, she crawled a little farther and licked Larry's engorged prick. Then she went on to Tom and lapped up all the salty juice that dripped from the cleft of his cock. By that time, all three boys were ready to shoot their cum-loads into the air.
"Irene," Jeff said hoarsely, "there's gonna be cum all over the place in just about one second."
"Hmmmmm," Irene grinned, "then I guess we'd better do something about that."
The moment she said it, she knew she had let herself in for a hell of an engineering problem. All three boys were desperate to get off, and none could be left out. Somehow, she had to satisfy all three at the same time. She came up with a plan. It was pretty weird, and it might not work, but it would be a lot of fun to try. She stayed on her hands and knees, and she looked at Jeff, the biggest and strongest of the three.
"Jeff, dear," she purred, "would you mind fucking me in the ass again?"
"Are you kidding?" he leered. "Anytime you wanta get it in the ass, Irene, I'm the guy for the job."
"Good, then lie on your back," she grinned.
The others watched enviously as he obeyed her. His stiff young cock stood straight up, bulging with blue veins and drooling thick streams of fuck juice. Irene carefully backed up to it, straddling his legs, then wriggled her ass till her little puckered shitter touched the slick head of his cock. Now she sat up a little and then jerked her hips down, wedging the fat head of his prick into her tight-ringed ass opening.
"You do the rest, Jeff," she panted.
Jeff gave a lusty growl, seized her by the waist, and fucked his cock up her ass. Irene groaned and let herself down on him slowly, her back coming to rest on his chest, and as she lowered herself his throbbing cock glided deeper and deeper into her shitter. At last she felt his coarse-haired balls come to rest against her soft ass. He was fully into her, filling her ass guts with his pulsating prick.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, yesssss," she hissed.
"Fantastic!" Jeff panted. "I didn't get in this deep before."
Tom and Larry were watching with envy while Jeff fucked her ass. Now, pinned beneath Irene, he began to work his engorged prick in her tight little shitter, his face contorting into a lusty grimace. Larry and Tom both moaned with longing as they watched. They could imagine how hot and deliciously tight her asshole had to be. Irene looked up and them and grinned.
"Come here, Larry," she said huskily.
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he yelped.
Irene spread her legs wide, and as she did so she took Jeff's legs with her. There was an inviting V-shaped space for Larry to kneel. He didn't have to be told what to do. He quickly got between their widely stretched legs and fisted his stiff cock. He thrust the swollen cock head into the cream-oozing mouth of Irene's cunt, then groaned. Her pussy juice was molten-hot, and the muscular ring of her cunt mouth sucked hungrily at his cock meat.
"Yes, Larry, stick your cock in my pussy, darling," she moaned. "Give me every inch of it."
"Oh, shit, yeah," Larry groaned, thrusting his boner hard into her cunt.
"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss!" she cried.
It was a very tight fit, because Jeff's swollen prick was already fucked deep in her ass, just a thin wall of flesh from Larry's plowing prick. He fucked into her pussy in one long greedy thrust, then began fucking her hard. He tried to match Jeff's rhythm, plunging his cock into her cunt while the other boy fucked her ass. She moaned hoarsely and soaked his prick with sizzling cunt juice.
"That's it, Larry, that's perfect," she panted. "Both of you, fuck me hard. Don't stop!"
"What about me, Irene?" Tom moaned.
"I was just going to ask for you, dear," Irene smiled. "Come and sit here." She held out her arms.
Tom let her guide him into position and found himself sitting on her chest, his ass grazing her big hot tits. It was kinky as hell with Jeff humping away underneath her and Larry panting right behind him. Then she grabbed his prick and crammed it into her mouth and began to suck as if she were starved for cock. Tom yelped with delight as he felt his swollen cock meat sheathed in her wet juicy mouth.
"Ahhhhh, fantastic, Irene," he cried. "Suck my cock, suck it good and hard."
She'd done it-all three boys were fucking her at once. Irene had never felt better. If anything could make up for the long lonely months of her widowhood, this was it-her whole body used and possessed and stimulated by three eager young lovers. No way in the world could she have been better taken care of. She gave muffled moans of ecstasy as the horny teenagers fucked her mouth, cunt and asshole.
She suctioned the hot come out of Tom's throbbing prick and gulped it down ravenously. Jeff's stiff boner reamed deep in her hot shitter, and Larry's pistoning cock sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through her cunt. She closed her eyes and let herself hurtle towards climax, knowing she was going to come like a bomb. The three throbbing cocks fucked faster and faster in her asshole, pussy and mouth. Then she was over the edge, coming like crazy.
"Unnnnhhhhhhh, uuummmmmmm!" she groaned.
The boys all began to yelp and come, and she was flooded with boiling jizz. Cum filled her gripping asshole and flooded out to soak her ass crack. Jism overflowed her tight little pussy. It collected in her mouth till her cheeks bulged. She'd never felt so full of cum, so incredibly well fucked. Her violent climax went on and on, till finally she and her young lovers rolled apart.
That was when the bedroom door burst open and a uniformed policeman rushed into the room.
"All right, everybody, you're under arrest!" he barked.
CHAPTER NINE
Irene looked hard at the policeman. She recognized him as an old friend, Gene Jenson. But when she started to speak to him, he winked at her and signaled her to keep quiet. Then he turned to face the frightened boys, looking stern and powerful.
"Now, boys," he said, "you wouldn't want to get into trouble, would you? And you wouldn't want to cause any problems for Mrs. Taylor?"
"Oh, no, sir," they chorused.
"Fine," he said, "I'm going to let you off this time, but you'll have to promise never to come here again."
It was a hard promise to make, but it was better than going to juvenile hall and having to explain things to their parents. The boys gave Gene their word not to see Irene again, and then they dressed and left.
Irene didn't say a word the whole time, but she found it hard to hide her disappointment. What was she going to do for sex, now that her three eager young lovers had been banished? She slipped into a robe and went to make herself a drink.
"Well, we can drop the act now," Gene said as he watched the boys hurrying away. "How are you, Irene? I was sorry to hear about Bob's death, and I should have come to see you sooner."
"But you just happened to choose today?" Irene said with a bitter laugh. "I'm surprised you're still speaking to me."
"People can do some pretty strange things when they're left alone," Gene said sympathetically. "I know. I got divorced a couple of years ago."
Irene's interest picked up. She'd always had a secret interest in Gene, a big powerful man in his early forties. He was still a very attractive man. "Drink?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "I'm off duty."
"Then why are you in uniform?" Irene laughed.
"I dunno," he chuckled. "I guess I just wanted to impress you."
As she turned to the portable bar and began mixing his drink, Gene ogled her tall leggy figure. Ever since he'd first met Irene he'd wanted to fuck her, but they'd both been married then. Maybe now he would have a chance. And after what he'd seen today, he sure as hell wanted that chance to fuck her. He'd never forget seeing Irene with those three teenaged boys, lustily satisfying every one of them with her mouth, cunt and asshole.
Gene had come to pay his long overdue visit but had rung the doorbell without response. As a cop, he was naturally curious, and he peered in the window and saw clothes scattered all over the place-boys' clothes. He investigated, going around the house looking in all the windows, and that was how he came on the scene. He'd gotten horny as hell watching Irene fucking with those boys. And that was when he'd concocted his scheme to get her all to himself.
"I hope you understand why I chased those boys away," he said. "I know you're lonely, Irene, but those kids are jail bait. You could have gotten into real bad trouble."
"I know," Irene sighed, "but what am I going to do now?"
Gene moved closer to her on the couch, till their knees touched. "Baby, I for one am always ready to help you out."
Irene felt her pussy going hot and humid. She'd just had the fuck of her life with Tom, Jeff and Larry, but suddenly she was horny again-horny in a way she hadn't been for a long time. It was the first time since Bob's death that an adult male had turned her on. She glanced quickly at Gene's crotch and saw a big hard cock-bulge, then she looked up at him with hot lusty eyes.
"I wish you'd help me out right now, Gene," she said huskily.
Gene felt his cock mushrooming and straining against his fly. He reached out and untied her robe and folded it back, exposing her gorgeous big tits. Hungrily he cupped her heavy hot tits and began to squeeze them, and Irene moaned and sank back against the couch. He felt her big pink nipples going erect and throbbing against his palms. She was responding very fast to his touch, just as she'd responded with those young boys.
He couldn't get that image out of his mind. No wonder-he'd never seen anything like it before. Irene had been double-fucked by two of the boys, taking their stiff young cocks in her cunt and shitter, and at the same time she was sucking off the third kid. To say this lady was horny was the understatement of the year. This was an extremely hot-blooded woman, with lots of lust stored up. As Gene molded and squeezed her satiny tits, she sighed and gurgled with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, Gene, that's so nice," she murmured. "I could make it even nicer if we went in your bedroom," he leered.
"What a good idea," Irene smiled.
As they reached the bedroom she dropped her robe and walked naked to the bed, her large stiff-nippled tits swinging enticingly. Gene got out of his uniform as fast as he could. Irene stretched out on the bed and watched him, her eyes hot and hungry. She was powerfully turned on by his big hairy body, and she creamed like mad when he took off his shorts. He was hung like a bull. His massive cock was stiff as a board and as thick as her wrist.
He started towards the bed, and she couldn't stop creaming. Suddenly she knew why she'd remained so lusty even with three young lovers. Making it with boys was fun, but fucking kids didn't provide the total satisfaction she craved. Only a grown man could give her that. Gene slid onto the bed and pushed her legs wide apart, and she lay there panting as he examined her wet pink cunt slit. Then she felt his hot moist breath tickling her pussy.
"Ohhhh, God, yesss," she hissed.
Gene stuck out his tongue and began licking her swollen cunt gash, making her squeal and writhe with pleasure. He knew there was no need to get this lady hot. She was hot as a pistol already. But he was hungry for her tangy pussy juice, and he gobbled it up as fast as it spurted from her aroused fuck hole. Soon his chin and cheeks were drenched with the sticky molten cunt cream, and Irene was going wild with excitement.
"Unnnhhhh, Gene, you're getting me so hot... I can't stand it," she moaned.
"Then I'll get you off," he leered. "Let's see if this'll do the trick."
He shoved his face right into her steaming pussy gash, and she screamed in ecstasy when she felt him cramming his big hot tongue into her cream-filled cunt. He used his tongue like a big stiff cock, fucking the hot meat in and out of her pussy, giving it to her hard and fast. Irene's head lolled back, and she screwed her eyes shut in bliss. She fed him burst after burst of steaming cunt juice as her excitement swelled to fever pitch.
"Unnnhhhh, Gene, I love it," she groaned. "Keep doing it to me, don't stop."
Gene loved turning her on like this, making her scream and juice helplessly, but this was just the first thing on his agenda. He kept thinking of her with those boys, and the more he thought about it, the more determined he was to get everything those kids had gotten. He just wished he had three cocks, but he would have to be content with one pleasure at a time, starting with her hot little mouth. He tongue-fucked her pussy furiously, and in less than a minute she gasped and began to come.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, whaaahhhh!" she wailed, soaking his face with a huge blast of pussy cream.
He kept tonguing her convulsing cunt as she came, giving her a long violent orgasm. He figured that ought to hold her for a while. Finally, she began to come down from her climax, and he withdrew his tongue from her flooded little fuck hole and rose to his knees. Irene gave him a grateful look, and then her eyes darted to his massive staff prick. It weaved heavily before him, dripping thick globs of pre-cum. She stared at his huge prick in lusty fascination.
"How about sucking it for me, honey?" he asked hoarsely.
"Mmmmm, I'd love to," she grinned. "Lie on your back and be comfortable, Gene."
Gene could see that he and Irene were going to get along just fine. But then who would fail to get along with a lady who was beautiful, horny, and eager to suck cock? Gene settled back, arms folded behind his head, and watched her kneel beside him. She bent low, her stiff nipples grazing his thigh, and then she was swishing her hot juicy tongue all over the swollen purple head of his prick. Gene shivered with pleasure as she licked up his oozing pre-cum.
"Yeah, baby, eat all that juice," he panted.
He didn't really have to urge her. Irene had an instinctive hunger for cock cream, and she was lapping up every single drop of it as it dripped from the cleft of his prick. She cleaned the hugely swollen head of his cock and looked around for more cock cream. There wasn't any, but she knew how to get some. Fisting the thick hairy base of his cock, she crammed the rest into her mouth and sucked hungrily on his cock.
"Ahhhh, Christ, yeah," Gene moaned. "Suck it, baby, suck it good and hard."
He felt the hungry vacuum pressure of her mouth all around his thrusting prick. She was suctioning the hot cream out of his cock and gobbling it noisily. Her lips were hugely stretched, her mouth crammed full of cock, but that didn't seem to bother her. Gene shivered with excitement as he watched her hungrily sucking his cock and gulping his pre-cum.
"Fantastic, honey," he panted. "Just great."
Her cock-sucking got faster and harder as her hunger grew. She couldn't seem to get enough of his salty pre-cum. Gene had just wanted her to suck his cock for a minute or so before they got on to other things, but he hated to have her stop, she was so good at cock-sucking. He could easily imagine spending the rest of his life with this gorgeous lusty woman. In fact, he was tempted to feed her a whole steaming mouthful of cum.
"Ahhhh, yeah, suck it, Irene, suck my prick," he groaned.
Irene was wildly aroused by sucking a cock that big. It was the largest prick she had ever encountered, and she loved feeling it throb against every inch of her greedy mouth. She cupped his enormous coarse-haired balls and massaged them as she sucked, and he groaned and fed her thicker globs of pre-cum. She found herself moaning with excitement and drooling all over the head of his prick.
"Awwww, shit, I'm gonna come!" Gene gasped.
"Ummmm-hmmmm!" Irene moaned, encouraging him, famished for his jizz.
Gene lost control of himself and began fucking her mouth. She felt the massive head of his cock fucking down her throat, and she took it, groaning with lust. Deeper and deeper he lunged, till his big hairy balls rubbed her chin. Then he bellowed and shot his load of cum.
"Awwww, eat it, baby, aaaggghhhh!" he roared.
Irene drew back until his cum-squirting cock head was filling her mouth, not her throat. She wanted to savor the taste of his cum before she swallowed it. He filled her mouth more than once with the thick jets of jizz, and she gurgled with lust and ate every drop of cum he fed her. As he oozed the last drops of jizz onto her tongue, he gently held her head in place, not letting her draw away.
"Keep sucking, honey," he urged hoarsely. "I'm not finished with you yet."
Irene was delighted to hear that, because her cunt was on fire with lust for that massive cock of his. She kept sucking hard and hungrily on his cock, and she felt it swelling to its full dimensions, cramming her mouth and butting into her throat. Gene let go of her head, and she let his spit-soaked prick snap from her lips. His cock stood up straight, bulging with blue veins. Irene gave a lusty little growl and turned her ass toward him. Crouched in the doggy-fucking position, she waited. . "Come on, Gene, stick that big fucker in me," she invited hoarsely.
Gene growled with lust and rose to his knees. Grasping her slim hips, he wedged the huge hard head of his cock into the molten pit of her cunt mouth. His big boner spread her delicate cunt lips hugely, and she didn't protest as he began fucking into her. He watched his wrist-thick cock fucking up her stretched pussy hole and listened to her whimper in ecstasy as she took the huge slab of cock meat.
"Yesssss, get into me," she hissed. "Give me every inch of it, Gene."
"You got it, baby," he sighed at last.
He was fucked right to the balls in her deliciously snug and juicy cunt. Her seething pussy hole throbbed all around his cock meat, and he could feel her boiling cunt juices soaking his prick. With a lusty growl, he began pistoning his cock in her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. She screamed and creamed, the molten liquid overflowing her cock-crammed cunt and gushing down her thighs.
"Yes, fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she panted.
It was heaven for her to take a man-size cock at last. Fucking those boys had been wildly arousing, but boys could never give her the total satisfaction she craved. A man like Gene could keep her content for the rest of her life and she just hoped he would be around that long. She dug her nails into the bedspread and squealed with pleasure as she took the deep steady fuck-strokes of his huge rock-hard cock.
"Ahhhh, Gene, it's so damned good," she whimpered.
"How about taking my cock in the ass?" he panted.
"Yes, do it to me," she moaned, eager for anything this man had to offer her.
Gene drew his dripping cock out of her hot little fuck hole and pressed the cream-smeared cock head against the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. For a second he thought the fit was going to be too tight, but then she relaxed her asshole and his huge prick began to fuck into her ass. Gene damned near came, that asshole was so fantastically tight-the tightest thing he'd ever fucked.
"Awwww, Christ... terrific," he groaned.
"Ooooooo!" Irene squealed. "Keep fucking, baby, give me all of it."
Somehow, he managed to get his entire cock in there, and somehow she managed to take it. His huge nine-incher was fucked to the balls in her tiny steaming shitter. She gurgled and moaned as he began to fuck his cock up and down in her slippery little asshole. That tiny tunnel was just as sexy feeling as her cunt. As he fucked her faster and faster in the ass, she soared towards a violent orgasm.
Gene felt her red-hot shitter clamping around his cock like a vise, and he bellowed and filled her ass guts with explosive jets of cum.
"Take my jizz, baby, take it! Aaaggghhh!" he roared.
They came violently together, and by the time they'd finished fucking, Irene had overcome her addiction to teenaged boys. She'd never really been hooked, she realized now she just hadn't had an adult male to fuck her. But now she had Gene, and she wasn't going to need any other lovers. That enormous hard cock of his would satisfy all her lusts. Or would it?
