Chapter 6

Andy was getting impatient. It was past supper-time, and Suzy wasn't home yet. He sat before the tv, absently munching a ham and cheese sandwich and wondering what was keeping his sister.

At last, bored with waiting, he flicked off the television and slammed half-angrily out the back door to go see Diane.

It was just getting dark outside, and Diane's back porch flooded with light at his insistent knocking. The screen door opened and Mrs.

Benson stood there, smiling. "Oh, hello, Andy."

"Hi." Andy grinned back, despite his bad mood. "Is Diane home, Mrs. Benson?"

Marge's smile faded into a sympathetic look. "No, I'm afraid she isn't. She and Cynthia went to a movie, and I don't think they'll be back for a couple of hours. Can I have her give you a call?"

Andy's hopes for the evening sank to rock bottom. "No, that's okay. She wasn't expecting me, anyway."

Marge felt a twinge of compassion at the young man's downfallen expression. Over the past months she'd come to like Andy a great deal. In a sense, he was the only man she came into contact with outside her job, and she enjoyed his visits almost as much as her daughter did. On impulse she went on.

"Why not stay a little while though, now that you're here? I could use the company, and I've got some fresh cake and cold milk I was just going to dive into. You wouldn't make me snack all alone, would you?"

Andy hesitated. The thought of going back to his empty house wasn't appealing at all, and her offer sounded a lot better than the notion of sitting around all alone.

"Okay," he said, his disappointment vanishing.

"That sounds great. I could use the company, too."

At Marge's smile he stepped inside, and she led him to the kitchen table.

"I'm glad you happened by," she said lightly, going to the counter to cut two wedges of cake. "If I'd been left here alone all evening, I'm afraid I might've eaten more of this than I should. And we women have to try to keep up some pretense at having a figure, you know."

From where Andy sat, Mrs. Benson's figure didn't have much to pretend about. In a long, flowing, peach-colored nightgown, she looked as sexy as ever.

As she approached with two cake-filled saucers, he couldn't help but notice that her big jutting tits were outlined perfectly, right down to the twin spires of her nipples.

Marge caught the boy's gaze and felt herself blushing. She'd seen that admiring look on his face hundreds of times before, and always pretended to ignore it. But his stares had never failed to please her.

"I hope you like chocolate," she said lightly, setting the saucers down and turning to fetch the milk.

"That's my favorite," he answered, watching the way the nightgown clung to her ripe undulating ass as she walked. He could feel his cock shifting in his jeans at the sight of Mrs. Benson's taut rippling ass globes, once more recalling that photograph in Suzy's bureau. The material of the gown stretched teasingly against her bottom, outlining its cleavage with brief tantalizing flashes of motion. He could almost swear that she was wearing nothing underneath that gown, and the mere possibility of that made his cock tug and squirm up in response.

As she returned with two cold, brimming glasses, Andy realized he had a hard-on that couldn't be missed. Quickly he dropped his hands in his lap, trying to hide it.

"There you are," Marge said, catching sight of the ill-concealed swell in his crotch as she leaned across him. Unexpectedly, she felt a searing blast of horny juice gush from her pussy, and drew back hastily.

"Now finish that up, and you can have another piece if you want one. I ... I think I'll pass mine up."

But instead of sitting down at her own place, she lingered for some inexplicable reason, suddenly not hungry for cake at all. The glimpse of his youthful bulging cock had sent a totally different appetite coursing through her, holding her near him as if held by a magnet.

"Actually, I'm glad we got this chance to talk," she said, leaning against the edge of the table. "There are some things I've wanted to clear up between us."

"Like what, Mrs. Benson?" Andy looked up, perplexed. He was attacking his cake in an effort to ignore his growing horniness, and silently chewed a mouthful as he waited for her next words.

Marge paused, simply because she didn't know what she was going to say. Her remark had been made merely to get his attention. And now that she had it, she wasn't quite sure what to do with it. She forced a small laugh.

"Well, calling me Mrs. Benson all the time, for one thing. Since you'll be a senior next year, you won't be in any of my classes. And after all the time you've been coming here ... why don't we start out on a first-name basis? All right?"

He grinned, surprised and pleased at this new familiarity. "Okay, Marge."

The name sounded funny. He still thought of her as Mrs. Benson. "Was there anything else?"

"Um, yes." Marge took a deep breath and went on, trying to choose her words carefully. "Andy, have you ... that is, you and my Diane, the two of you ... what I mean is, you've both done a lot of growing lately. Even in the past months since you've been coming here I've noticed ... uh, never mind that. The fact is that you're both becoming young adults now. Why, in another year you'll be out of high school! And a young man your age has certain thoughts..."

Realization dawned on him then. She was going to lecture him on sex!

The thought almost made him laugh. But instead, he tried to look blank. "What kind of thoughts, Marge? Can I get another glass of milk?"

"Of course you can," she said, glad for the monetary reprieve as he took his glass to the refrigerator and refilled it, then returned. Instead of resuming his seat, he stood before her, sipping his milk and awaiting her reply.

She felt her face flushing. It had been a mistake to even attempt this conversation, but now she had no choice as her young neighbor's questioning expression pushed her on.

"I'm talking about thoughts concerning girls. I think you know just the kind I mean!"

At that Andy had to grin, licking at the milk on his lips.

"Yeah, I guess so. But I don't understand what you're getting at, Marge. I already know about that birds-and-bees stuff, if that's what you mean."

"Well, not exactly." Her blush deepened, and she avoided his steady stare. But her own gaze dropped to fasten on the precious bulge in his jeans, and she couldn't help her sudden intake of breath at its nearness. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself the luxury of noticing a man's cock, and the effect Andy's stiffened prick was having was obvious to them both.

Andy took a deep breath to collect his courage and did the most daring thing he'd ever done in his life. He reached out and caught one of her hands, then placed it on his prick.

"I think I know what you're talking about. You mean this, don't you?"

The sudden move took Marge by surprise. She found herself cupping his swollen crotch, and abruptly her pussy was blasting in a surge of cream. Overwhelmed by the throbbing prick in her palm, she couldn't seem to pull away. Instead, she gave it a playful squeeze and tried to go on in a light tone that came out little more than a moan.

"Yes, this is exactly what I'm talking about. As if you didn't already know, young man!"

Andy gasped at her caressing fingers, and she felt her cunt melt in hot flooding juice as her hand slid over his pulsing meat, exploring its denim-clad hardness.

"Wha ... ahh, what's the matter with it?" he managed weakly, lurching forward into her palm as his mind reeled, hardly daring to believe that this was really happening. "It's just a cock, Mrs.-Marge. All guys have cocks, don't they?"

Trying desperately to hide the ache soaring in her with a joking attitude, she spoke huskily, still stroking his prong.

"Not like this, they don't! It's so big and lard ... and don't you think I haven't noticed it getting into just this condition around my daughter, either! You ... you'd just love to get his horny thing into her, wouldn't you? Don't lie to me, Andy. I know exactly how you feel!"

Her hand was squeezing and caressing his rod furiously as she spoke, and Andy thought he was going to blast his jizz right there.

"I ... I just can't help it, Mrs. Benson! It just kind of happens, that's all. Don't women ever feel hat way?"

Marge's breath had quickened, and she had difficulty keeping up even the barest pretense of conversation.

"Yes they do, but I don't think my daughter's quite ready for this! She's still practically a child, and this thing of yours is so ... so huge..."

By now the lust in her voice was all too apparent. Making no effort to hide the leer that tugged at his lips, Andy spoke in a bluntly challenging tone.

"Do you think it would be better for a grown woman like you, Mrs. Benson? Would my pecker be big enough for you?"

Unable to halt the need sweeping over her, she smiled at his hopeful look.-"Well, it might be. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

With those words she was already unzipping his fly. Instantly his massive cock swung up in the air, veined and rigid and weaving like an enormous hungry snake.

She had to gasp at its sheer hugeness. Her late husband's dick-the dick she dreamed about on all those long lonely nights when she couldn't keep her mind off it-hadn't been nearly as big.

Dazed, she watched as if in a dream as her fingers wrapped around his prong and began to lovingly stroke its length, gliding over it with mounting urgency.

"Well?" he asked, his voice harsh and grunting as his shaft jumped in her hand. "What do you think, Mrs. Benson? I know it's still got a lot of growing to do, but it's big enough right now, isn't it?"

"Uuhh..." Marge had trouble finding her voice. "Oh, I think it might do. But size isn't always that important, dear. A woman ... a woman wants to feel appreciated, too."

The top of her nightgown was gaping open, held only by the loose bow tied at the front. His jaw muscles tightening in a knowing grin, Andy spoke as his hands went up with daring brashness.

"I can be appreciative, Mrs. Benson. Real appreciative..."

Abruptly he grasped the shoulders of the nightgown and jerked them down.

Marge gasped as the upper half of her gown slid down her arms, baring her tits to his greedy gaze. "Andy! That isn't the kind of appreciation I ... oh darling, don't!"

His fingers had already slipped down to fondle her big tits, and she groaned as they plucked and tweaked her stiff dusky nipples.

Her tits were just as gorgeous as he'd always imagined. Huge and jutting, they heaved forward into his palms as if by magic. Their nipples were twin dark halos every bit as big as his mouth, with pink-tipped spires that swelled out to more than an inch in length as he flicked them into full quivering erection.

Her protest died in a soft moan of surrender, and suddenly Andy was dipping his head, taking one rigid bud between his teeth and nibbling it furiously.

"Ahh, darling, you shouldn't ... oh God, Andy..."

Whimpering with the release of pent-up hunger, she surged to him, shoving her tits against his face. At the same time her hand was pumping harshly on his stiff dick, releasing it only for the moment it took to let her nightgown slide away entirely, crumpling in a heap on the floor.

Then she was grasping his pecker again, clinging to the veined throbbing shaft and panting as his mouth worked over her tits, slickening them with saliva.

"Baby, that feels so nice. That's right-oh yes, that feels so wonderful! Suck me like that!"

In a voice of hoarse unleashed need she urged him on, at the same time reaching up to capture one of his hands and guide it straight to her soaked cunt mound.

Delighted at the teacher's unexpected horniness, Andy trailed his fingers through the thickest bush of pussy fur he'd ever felt. Its damp, tangled jungle of matted hair was amazingly dense, and even as he smothered his face in her tits he knew he had to get a look at that precious twat.

With that thought in mind he trailed his lips down, kissing and licking his way toward this new objective.

Marge groaned in realization of the teenager's intent, and her hands drifted up to settle on his shoulders as she leaned back against the kitchen table, luxuriating in her own newly released sensuality.

"Do it, honey," she purred, pushing him down to his knees. "Give me your tongue, feel my pussy with it. Oh darling, that's it, hurry, hurry..."

But Andy had no intention of hurrying now. This was a dream come true, and he was determined to take full advantage of it.

As his lips brushed the first fringe of Mrs. Benson's cunt curls he drew back, getting his first eye-level look at her pussy.

It was every bit as beautiful as he'd always known it must be. Marge Benson's twat was covered by a rich mound of dark fur, so thick that it completely hid her slash. Beginning just beneath her navel, it sprouted into a soft carpet that ran wet-tinged tendrils down between her inner thighs.

Making a sound in his throat, he ran his hands over that gleaming carpet and pushed his fingers into it, groping for her hole.

"Ahh," Marge cooed, smiling in wicked enjoyment at the boy's explorations. "It feels so good to have my pussy touched like that. It's been so long, so damned ... do you like it?"

Lips twitching, he spoke roughly. "Oh yeah. It's terrific. You've got the most beautiful snatch ever, Mrs. Benson."

Overwhelmed by his admiration, Marge leaned back farther and opened her legs wide, hissing in a breath beneath his probing fingers.

Now her pussy lay spread before him, its pink depths and moist fuck-hole drooling with cream. Andy moved his thumbs across the fattest cunt lips he'd yet seen and opened them even further to display her protruding clit.

And just like everything else, Mrs. Benson had an enormous clit. It stuck out like a hooded nipple, as thick as his little finger and drenched with horny grease.

His mouth went dry at the sight, and without hesitation he bent forward and took that scrumptious nipple in his mouth, sucking on it just the way he had her tits.

"Aaannnhhh!"

Marge wailed at the delicious sensation, reeling backward until she lay back on the table propped on her elbows, totally encompassed by the hungry pair of lips fastened on her cunt.

"Baby, sweet baby, yes, that's ... ohhh yes, more! Suck my cunt, Andy, suck it! Oh God, yes!"

Gyrating her hips up to his mouth, she writhed on the kitchen table in sheer ecstatic release. It had been years since she'd been eaten, and her young neighbor was doing an expert job, alternately torturing her clit and stroking her pussy with his long rough tongue. Within moments she was building to blissful climax, surging up with increasing fury.

"Eat me, Andy! Eat me hard! Don't stop! Oh darling, lap up all my cream. Nibble my clit nice and hard. Yes, yes, that's it! I'm coming, baby!"

Soaring up in orgasm, she cried out and hunched wildly, bursting with hot juice that Andy immediately lapped up. He stabbed his tongue into the wrenching woman's cunt, gliding it in and out in frenzied fucking motions until he'd soaked every spasm of joy from her.

Then, as Marge shuddered in completion, he quickly rose and pushed between her wet thighs, ramming his aching prick to its hilt inside her.

"Gaaaannnnh!"

She gave a shrill shriek as hard throbbing pecker filled her hole, instantly plunging in and out with all the youthful demand of Andy's fierce need.

"Fuck me!" she cried, sobbing in utter need and no longer holding back even the least resistance. "Fuck me, darling! Give me every inch of that sweet pecker of yours! Harder, oh Andy, harder! Give it all to ... uhhh ... meeeeee!"

Lunging up for his stiff meat, she dimly felt the whole table shudder under her at the power of his thrusts. And that was just how she wanted it. Hard and fast, again and again without end. Already she was climaxing all over, wracking with fresh surges of oblivious joy.

"Unhh..." Andy heaved with all his strength, grasping her hips and slamming his pecker home as hard as he could. She took each stab with a panting cry and arched up for more, plowing up with increasing friction.

It was the most fantastic fuck he'd had yet. And its culmination was just as spectacular, as Mrs. Benson abruptly let out a scream and rippled in a pure fury of activity, coming once again.

"AAAAHHHHH!"

Her body lurched off the table, undulating upward as he plowed her cunt like never before, releasing his load of cum.

Acid-hot geysers erupted inside her, and Marge sobbed openly as her pussy was filled with luscious jism.

"Yesssss! Yes, baby, come in me, come all in my hole. Oh lover, that's right, ohhhhhhh..."

Enraptured, she took every drop of jizz that spurted inside her and clamped her long-unused pussy muscles down on his shooting shaft, sucking it dry.

Then, filled with cockjuice and satiated, she sank back onto the table and ran her hands down to the juncture where his cock entered her cunt, feeling the overflow of cum that leaked from it.

As Andy at last pulled back, slipping his prick from her twat, she twitched upward as if trying to recapture his meat and clamped her hands over her puffy slash, holding his jism inside her a precious moment longer.

"Oh honey, that was ... oh my God, it was wonderful! You ... you have such a beautiful fuck stick..."

Still intoxicated by the past moments' events and the delight of satisfaction, she didn't at first notice that he had a strange little smile tugging at his lips.

But she did notice that his lovely cock hadn't gone down an inch. And that sight made her gasp with pleasure.

"Andy, just look at you! Your cock ... oh baby, it's as hard as ever!"

"Yeah," he agreed, swallowing hard. "I guess the first time didn't finish it off after all. Want to try again?"

"Want to?" Marge laughed, her deep sexy voice filled with mischievous joy as she blatantly drew her legs up and slid them wide apart, hands still fingering her cum-filled twat.

"Just try to keep it out of me, darling! I don't intend to stop until we wring that sweet little fucker dry!"

With those words she pushed her slick cunt lips apart in brazen invitation, waiting for him to once more jam his cock home.

But this was the moment Andy had been waiting for. The moment he'd been thinking about even as he'd fucked her, the moment that had his prick as stiff as ever. He was going to fuck her all right, but not the way she planned. No, not the way she planned at all.

"It sure looks good," he said slowly, gazing down at her open drooling cunt. "But I've got an even better idea, Mrs. Benson. And I think you'll like it too. It goes like this..."

With those words he grasped her hips, forcing her onto her stomach.

Not knowing what he had in mind, Marge obeyed eagerly. She was more than ready to assume any position he wanted, just for the chance to get that marvelous dick into her again. Guided by his hands, she squirmed over and settled into a bent-over position across the table, her legs spread wide.

For one fleeting moment, Andy stared at his handiwork. Now Mrs. Benson lay with her ass jutting out, its big pliant globes parted to show off the little pink pit of her ass-hole and the creamy petals of her cunt gash.

But what held his attention was that tight little ass-hole, slick with juice and winking up at him with tantalizing openness.

He moved forward, pushing between those smooth ass-cheeks and bringing his cocktip against the small hole, then rotating his hips.

"Unnhh!" Marge gasped at the abrupt sensation

HO of having her shitter split open by the boy's hard wet cockhead.

"Andy, what ... oh baby, please, it hurts ... ohhhhhhh!"

Ignoring her cries, he clutched her hips and drilled forward, working his prick inch by inch into her tight chute.

Marge wailed as her ass-hole was ripped apart, taking in more and more of his massive dong. "Andy, stop! Baby, you're ... uhhh ... you're tearing me apart! Don't-ahhhhhh!"

He jabbed even harder, watching his cock vanish within its tight sheath. Clenched anal muscles seemed to suck at his prick, and before Mrs. Benson could get another word out, he had his rod entirely up her shithole.

"Guuuunnnhhh!"

Thrashing, Marge wilted against that unexpected intruder. Not even her husband had ever ass-fucked her, and the sheer pain was almost enough to make her pass out.

But, at the same time, she felt a strange giddy pleasure emanate from her cunt. After all these years of going without a man's pecker, she was willing to take one any way she could get it now. And as his balls mashed against her clit, something deep inside her decided that taking it in the ass might not be quite so bad after all.

Before she knew it, she was lurching backward, plunging herself on his rigid meat with new intensity.

"How do you like that, Mrs. Benson?" Andy's voice was cracked and harsh as he began to pump, slowly at first, then with growing freedom as her anal muscles eased their grip on his shaft.

"Do you like being fucked in the ass? Tell me!"

"Yes!" The word tore from her in a cry as she writhed impaling herself unmercifully. "Yes, fuck my ass, damn you! Fuck me good and hard, but do it! Screw my ass-hole, screw!"

Sobbing, she twisted as he crashed into her, cramming his pecker deep in a fast grinding rhythm.

For Andy, this was the culmination of the evening-as well as the past weeks of daydreaming, of beating off and staring at that picture and wishing it could really happen. This was the opportunity of his life.

And he was enjoying it thoroughly.

"Uuummmfff..." Marge bit back a fresh scream as he pounded his fat pecker into her with all the fury of youthful need. Firm young balls slapped against her cunt, and when she cried out again it was with the most unbelievably ecstatic release she'd yet had.

"Dick me! Dick my shithole, Andy! Fuck it good with your cock! Stick it-oh shit, baby, you're making me come all over. I'm coming! Blast your cum in my ass, now, honey, now, now, NO WW WWW!"

Exploding in the most complete climax yet, she drove back to be drilled with a mixture of pain and bliss like nothing she'd ever felt before.

And at that instant Andy gouged hilt-deep in her tight sheath, unleashing his load in a series of wracking spasms.

They came simultaneously, pumping to each other in absolute rapture, until both of them were drained and gasping.

"Oh lover, lover, that was so ... ummmm...."

Limply clinging to the table top, Marge groaned as he at last slid his prick from her ass-hole.

And as she heard his happy chuckle, mingling with the rustling of his clothes as he wearily put them back on, she knew that this little episode hadn't ended. Not now, after what had just happened between them. Not with the whole summer ahead. It hadn't ended at all.

In fact, it had just begun.