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All in a Day's Work
by Realoldbill (address withheld)

***

A young man is called on to do some extra and rather 
strenuous duties that just mow a lady's lawn. (M-
teen/F, underage, wife, cheat, size)

***

I could hear them arguing from the back of yard 
despite the noise the mower made. Then the screened 
door slammed, and he strode across the grass, 
obviously furious.

"She's got some things she wants you to do for her, 
the bitch. I'll pay you later. Okay?"

"Yes sir," I said, as he hurried away.

Down the back steps came his luscious new wife, 
wearing what I guess was the top of her flimsy pajamas 
which fluttered at her rounded hips and only concealed 
her ripe treasures in a few ruffles. She was 
excitement on wheels, a walking wet dream as they say, 
a long-legged beauty a lot closer to my age than to 
his. And she was mad as hell, her blonde hair a 
tangled mess and her lipstick smeared.

"What's your name?" she demanded, standing inches from 
me, fists on hips, her lovely face showing the red 
imprint of her husband's slap. I could smell her and 
feel her warmth. She had on high-heeled slippers. 
There were tears in her dark blue eyes.

I told her and she snarled, "Well, Bill, come with me 
and you can finish this later."

I nodded and let the mower quit and followed her into 
the house, admiring the sway of her rounded ass. In 
the big kitchen, she turned to face me, smiling, the 
pale pink of her baby doll swirling about her belly, 
hanging from a pair of ribbons one of which was 
sliding down her smooth shoulder. Her breasts jutted 
out, an obvious invitation, the big nipples hard and 
bulging, the baby doll flared open and she ignored it. 

I didn't know what to say so I just reached out and 
pushed the other strap off and watched her flimsy 
nightie flutter slowly down her ripe, young body, 
pausing briefly at purple nipples and rounded hips as 
my tool hardened. 

She grinned. Her tits were, as I had guessed, perfect 
handfuls, D-cups at least. And her mound and pudenda 
were smooth and hairless as an adolescent's, her labia 
pouting and experienced looking.

"Just what I wanted, now get it out, boy. I need a 
good fucking." And she turned and faced the counter, 
spreading her feet and looking back over her shoulder 
at me. "My rich new husband is useless, a fag." Her 
sex bulged invitingly at me, fat lipped and actually 
slickened with her need.

I pulled down my shorts and underwear in one quick 
motion. My cock sprang out like it was on steel 
springs, bouncing off my belly, as thick as her wrist. 
She was obviously ready, thoroughly aroused, so I 
pushed it down and eased the massive head in between 
her quivering lips, grasped her hips I gave it to her 
gently, tearing her open, lifting her up on her toes 
as I sank right to my swollen balls. 

She was tight and throbbing, sucking at my ram as it 
spread her. My pulsing cock is not only long and thick 
it is gently curved toward the head and women have 
told me this is very pleasant shape, a plow that 
brings satisfaction.

She squealed and beat on the counter with her fists as 
I backed out and thrust again, burying my rigid shaft 
in her rippling sheath. I held it there, pressing 
hard, my back arched, gritting my teeth, feeling her 
young vagina massage my ram. She dropped her head to 
the counter and moved her hips in time with my 
efforts, gasping and matching my grunts as we began to 
do the thing, to get the bodies joined. We fit 
together perfectly.

"Good god," she sobbed, letting her head hang, shaking 
her long hair from side to side, "that really hurts 
when you pull back, just what I needed." She gasped 
and shuddered. "Don't be gentle, hear me? Hurt me, 
hurt me! Ram it in!" She reached back and slapped my 
thigh.

I wasn't gentle but I held back as firmly and as long 
as I could as I hammered into her, on and on, smashing 
my balls into her, then I reached around, crushed her 
breasts in both hands and gasped, "I'm coming."

"Not yet, damn you," she cried, wiggling her ass and 
then sinking to the floor, on her hands and knees. I 
went down with her and finished her doggy style, up on 
my toes, knees bent, and we both managed to climax, 
she cresting just before I did with a squeal of 
pleasure. It was pretty noisy and quite sloppy.

I gave her a few more as she lay spent on the floor, 
pistoning out my spend which oozed down her thighs and 
dripped on the floor. I pulled free, rinsed it, pulled 
up my pants and went back to work, leaving her lying 
them whimpering with my goo oozing out of her glowing 
and bruised slot.

When I finished and put the mower away, she 
reappeared, wearing make-up, her honey-colored hair 
carefully combed. She followed me into the shed behind 
the garage. She smelled good. All she had on, as far 
as I could tell, was a t-shirt from NYU and some flip-
flops.

"Bill," she said as she stood framed in the doorway, 
"that was as good a fucking as I've ever had. You're a 
lucky boy to have such a fine, big cock."

I nodded and told her I had another job I had to get 
to. I didn't know what else to say so I finished with, 
"Thank you."

"Can you come back here when you're done?"

"If you wish," I said.

"How about taking five minutes now?" she begged, 
pouting.

I pushed her up against the side door and smiled. "If 
you can suck it hard," I said rubbing against her 
nakedness.

She nodded and slid down my body, pulled out my 
swelling member and put it in her mouth. She knew what 
she was doing and smiled up at me as she sucked me 
hard again. Then she stood and leaned back against the 
wall, legs spread. "It's beautiful!" she said just 
before I buried it in her again. Then she gasped - and 
on the second upward thrust, she began to scream.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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