Chapter 4
Wind and rain besieged the suburban community, swaying the boughs of the giant sycamore trees lining Aaron boulevard, spattering the houses and street with hail. Mike pedaled his dilapidated bicycle rapidly towards the last house on his paper route, glancing frequently at his wrist watch. Only five p.m. and it was already getting dark.
Mike knew he should have been thinking about the last monthly collection to be made, but he was having trouble concentrating. All he could think about was his sister's body, about losing his cherry to her the night before.
Mike had spent the whole day in high school with a painful hard-on. Now, as he approached the Benson house, the last of the day, his big dick throbbed stiffly in his jeans from thoughts of Judy's over ripe tits and wet, juicy cunt.
His last stop was a beige, twostory house at the end of the boulevard. It seemed a little more opulent than the rest, and it was sheltered from the other houses by a windbreak of eucalyptus trees surrounding its patio. As Mike dismounted his bicycle and proceeded towards the front door with his collection book, he tried to remember what little he knew about its sole occupant.
Mrs. Benson seemed like a nice lady, at least in the sense that she always paid up on time and didn't bitch about where he threw her paper. She was unusually pretty for a forty year old, and Mike sometimes wondered why her husband had divorced her. A couple of times he'd even jacked off thinking about the stacked body Mrs. Benson had under her house robes. She was always wearing house robes.
Now all the he could think about was his sister. God damn it, Mike thought, and rubbed his throbbing stiff cock as he waited for Mrs. Benson to respond to the door bell. He just hoped Mrs. Benson wouldn't notice, even if the crotch of his pants looked like a tent under his nylon jacket.
The door opened. As always, Mrs. Benson was wearing a house robe. Her graying black hair looked mussed, and there seemed to be bags under her eyes, the only thing marring her otherwise beautiful face and unblemished complexion. Mike wondered if she'd been drinking.
"It's collection time again, Mrs. Benson."
"Oh, Mike! You surprised me!" Mrs. Benson blinked and pulled the robe tighter around her waist. Her huge tits jiggled noticeably-she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Won't you come in? I'll get my checkbook."
Mike stepped into the brightly lit, beautifully furnished living room. He was shocked when Mrs. Benson stared brazenly at his cock as soon as he walked into the light.
"Good God, Michael! Is this some new way of making sure lonely housewives tip you when you make your collections!" Mrs. Benson continued to stare at his dick and gave him a knowing wink. "Or is it company policy that all paperboys should sport such magnificent hard-ons when dealing with the public?"
Mike flushed deep red. He was too innocent to suspect that Mrs. Benson was coming on to him. He thought she was joking at his expense.
"Well, you know," he stammered.
"Oh, I do?" Mrs. Benson looked at him conspiratorially a moment longer, then turned on her toes and walked to the hallway. "Have a seat on the divan, darling. I'll be out with your payment shortly."
Divan, darling? Mike shook his head and sat on the couch. Mrs. Benson was some kind of funny broad, anyhow. Even if he did have a big hard-on, it was pretty weird for her to go pointing it out to him.
Mrs. Benson returned to the living room a minute later. She was stark naked.
Her pendulous, free-swinging tits were even bigger than Judy's were. There were stretch marks on them, and they sagged a little bit with their weight and her years, but Mike couldn't take his eyes off the enormous purplish nipples.
Her legs were long and shapely and supple. There was some excess baggage on her hips and ass, but the cushion only made her nakedness seem that much more arousing. Gasping, Mike stared at the hairy triangle of her pussy. He could smell the scent of her cunt on the other side of the room.
"I can't seem to find my checkbook, darling," Mrs. Benson purred. "And I can't seem to find any cash lying about. I guess I'll have to give you something else as payment. Any ideas?"
"God damn!" Mike whispered.
"Have I ever told you how lonely it is for me in this big, empty house?" Mrs. Benson sat next to her wide-eyed paperboy on the couch and immediately dropped her hand between his legs to his swollen prick. She pawed it shamelessly, squeezing and milking the blood-logged shaft through his pants. "Honestly, sometimes I'm so hungry for youthful company that I could just scream. Especially such well-endowed company as yourself, sweetheart."
Mike could only stare at her. With one practiced movement, Mrs. Benson unzipped his pants and reached into the opening for his cock. Mike shuddered as she pulled it out into the open, holding the bloated, thick shaft tightly in her fist.
"Oh, it is a big one, isn't it?' Mrs. Benson quickly started stroking his warmly throbbing dick, rubbing her fist up and down the stalk, caressing the fat heart-shaped knob. "You don't mind if I jack you off a little, Mike? Just to keep me company."
"Unggghh," Mike grunted. Stiffening involuntarily, he spread his legs so that Mrs. Benson could stroke more of his cock. He didn't know what she was doing, or whether or not she made a regular habit of seducing young boys, but he loved the way her hand felt on his prick.
"I love things that are big and stiff," Mrs. Benson said luridly. She jerked him off harder with her closed fist, at the same time struggling with his belt buckle. "Isn't it warm in here, darling? Don't you want to take off these pants?"
Mike pushed his jeans down to his ankles and kicked them off his boots. As soon as he did, Mrs. Benson lowered her head and began to lick feverishly at the purplish crown of his dick, making it twitch and pulse as she darted her tongue into the cum slit.
"I have a confession to make, Mike." Mrs. Benson toyed with the hairy sac of his balls. Her licks lasted longer. She rolled her full, fleshy tongue all over the knob of his cock. "I've been dieting all week, and I'm simply famished. Would you mind if I sucked your dick a little? Just for nourishment?"
"Sssuck it," Mike gasped. He thrust his hand behind Mrs. Benson's head and pulled down hard on the nape of her neck. "Oh Christ, have I got a hard-on! Suck on it, do it hard!"
"Oh Mike, I'm so happy you're agreeable. Mmmmm...."
Opening her mouth wide, Mrs. Benson took the first three inches of Mike's throbbing dick into her mouth. Her full lips clasped wetly around the blue-veined shaft. She began to suck his prick very hard, shamelessly allowing the wet, slurping sounds to burble out of her throat as she worked on his aching meat.
"Ahhhhhh." Mike sighed. He shook convulsively as Mrs. Benson kissed and licked and sucked his bursting prick. "Oh God, is that good, oh fuck!" He began to buck his hips off the couch, fucking his long dick down her throat. "Harder, Mrs. Benson! Aww shit, suck hard!"
"Mmmmmlllppp," Mrs. Benson gurgled. She wrapped her fist around the burning shaft of his cock and stroked it feverishly, jerking his dick off even as she sucked.
Mike felt her tongue rolling all over the spongy knob of his cock, wantonly slurping up the creamy jism that oozed out of his cum slit. "It's so beautiful, Mike. I've never seen a boy with such an enormous cock."
And she fell silent, returning her complete attention to the painful stiffness in his dick. Slowly, her head began to bob up and down, so that Mike's prick slipped wetly in and out of her clasping lips. Mrs. Benson was fucking her throat with his enormous hard cock! She was even better at giving head than Judy was!
"I'm gonna cum," Mike groaned. Already he could feel the searing, tingling sensations emerging in the root of his prick, making his hairy nuts swell as his jism prepared to spurt down Mrs. Benson's throat. "Oh God, is my dick hard ... oh God damn ... any fucking second and I'm gonna blow...."
"Not so fast!" Mrs. Benson exclaimed, immediately withdrawing her wet mouth from his dick. "Now! Let's see what this magnificent cock looks like now!"
Mike's cock looked as painfully stiff as if felt. The knob had swollen to a dark purple in coloring, and was covered with the drippings of his milky white cream. Traces of Mrs. Benson's saliva showed on the shaft of his prick, just as his jism oozings were smeared on her lips.
It was as if Mike's dick was so stiff that it simply couldn't stay still. As Mrs. Benson fingered it, it jerked and twitched violently with blood, making the heart-shaped crown slap obscenely against Mike's navel.
"Oh my, you were telling the truth, weren't you?" Mrs. Benson purred. Lazily, she stroked her hand up his cock and looked at him with shining, lustful eyes. "Would you like me to sit on your dick now, darling? I suppose that would make you feel better."
"Yes," Mike wheezed. "Oh shit, please. My cock's so hard. Hurry!"
Mrs. Benson climbed on top of him as he sat on the couch, straddling him so that her knees pressed into the couch cushion to either side of his hips. Mike stared at the huge globes jiggling before his face, running his eyes down her belly to the thick-haired triangle of her wet, horny cunt.
Mrs. Benson reached between her spread thighs and took hold of his pulsating dick. She rubbed the spongy knob all over the pouting slit of her pussy, whimpering as she brushed it against the stiffened bud of her clit.
Then she centered his cock head into the opening of her cunt. With a steady moaning sound, Mrs. Benson sat down on his dick, taking inch after inch of his rock-hard pole into the clasping wetness of her fuck hole.
"Ahhhhhh," Mike sighed. He opened his eyes wide and stared in fascination as the shaft of his prick disappeared into the hairy bush of her pussy. Mrs. Benson had a surprisingly tight cunt for a woman her age. He could already feel her pussy muscles sucking around his meat, as if to knead the load of his cum out of his swollen balls.
"Oh God, Mike. nnnggggg...." Mrs. Benson bit her lip hard, shuddering as she felt her pussy tunnel packed to bursting with his gigantic dick. "It's so big, lover ... I just can't believe ... unh ... that a boy your age can have such an enormous cock. Oh my ... oh, Godddd...."
With a final shudder Mrs. Benson dropped all the way down, pressing the insides of her thighs into the tops of Mike's legs, taking every inch of his warmly pulsing prick into her cunt. For a moment, she simply sat like that on top of him, whimpering as her pussy muscles clasped wetly around the length of his rod.
Then she furiously began to move her ass. Up and down she humped, clutching his shoulders, fucking her cunt faster and faster on his blood-gorged prick.
"Do it to me, Mike," she panted. Her enormous tits jiggled wildly up and down as she humped, making her stiff nipples brush Mike's chest. "Oh yessss, oh please, fuck meee, fuck me haaaard!"
Mike dug his fingers lustfully into the spongy globes of Mrs. Benson's ass cheeks, holding her in position. Then he began to buck his ass off the couch, thrusting his long cock rhythmically up her wet pussy.
"Harder, lover!" Mrs. Benson's cheeks were brightly flushed, and the pouting lips of her pussy were swollen and incredibly wet as they sucked around Mike's dick. She grunted continuously, moaning and squealing and crying as his cock stabbed deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Mike's dick had never felt so hard. His balls ached painfully, and the cum oozed freely from the slit in his heart-shaped knob, running deep into Mrs. Benson's belly. She had such a wet pussy, he thought dizzily. So wet and tight, and her tits were so huge. He couldn't believe it was all happening .
"Harder!" Mrs. Benson fucked into him like a wild woman, violently pounding her cunt again and again on his cock shaft. Her ass cheeks jiggled as he held them in his hands.
"Oh fuck me, I'm about to cum, lover! Awwwwnngggghhh! Any second, oh please, fuck me haaaard...."
Mike couldn't keep his hands away from her enormous tits. They felt soft and spongy as he squeezed them. The nipples poked into his palms. Mike caught the rubbery red tips between his thumbs and forefingers and tweaked them gently, kneading her breasts in rhythmic unison with the stabs of his throbbing dick, pumping in and out of her cunt.
"I'm cumming, Michael!" Mrs. Benson shrieked. She humped her ass as hard as she could, making the couch shake on the floor with the insistent fury of her fucking. "Aww yes, aww awwww, God, any second, oh there, oh God ... unhhhhh! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
For a full minute, Mrs. Benson jerked and shuddered over his rock-hard dick, whimpering as the spasms of cumming ravaged her pussy. Convulsively, her cunt muscles sucked around Mike's prick, making him gasp with pleasure as he felt the jism boiling in his balls. He would have cum too if Mrs. Benson's hips hadn't suddenly raised, forcing his cock to pop out of her pussy and slap stiffly against his stomach.
"Awww Christ, Mrs. Benson!" he sighed miserably. "What're you doing? My prick hurts so much. I was about to unload!"
Mrs. Benson giggled salaciously. "Don't worry, darling. I've got something very special planned to help you cum. Just wait and see."
Mrs. Benson climbed off the couch and stretched out on the floor on her stomach. As Mike stared at her in frustrated bewilderment she spread her thighs and reached behind her, cupping the cheeks of her ass in both hands. Then she spread them apart, exposing the puckered ring of her ass-hole.
"Jesus," Mike whispered.
"Fuck me here, darling," Mrs. Benson purred. "Have you ever done that before? Don't worry, I'll show you how. Fuck my ass-hole!"
Mike slid silently off the couch. The mere thought of invading this older woman's ass tunnel made his dick so stiff he thought it would burst. Even as he stared at it, the tightly muscled pink ring seemed to throb and pulsate in and out, as if she couldn't wait to feel his gigantic cock stabbing deep into the rubbery grip of her ass-hole.
"Hurry, lover, hurry!" Mrs. Benson moaned. Whimpering, she spread her ass cheeks farther apart and looked at him anxiously over her shoulder. "I know how badly you need to cum. Don't make me wait! Fuck my ass-hole. Oh please, do it now!"
His huge prick twitching stiffly before him, Mike climbed off the couch. He knelt between Mrs. Benson's spread thighs and stared at the puckering circle of her ass-hole. His hard-on was coated wetly with a mixture of his dripping cum and her pussy juice. There would be no need for lubrication to slip his meat all the way in.
Holding his dick in his hand, Mike lowered himself onto her body. He winced as he fit the spongy knob into her rubbery hole, then lifted his body slightly so that his cock would spear directly into the center of her ass tunnel.
Then, with a heavy groan, he began to buck his ass, slowly but surely stabbing inch after inch of his cock into the warmth of her ass-hole.
"Unggghhh," Mrs. Benson squealed. She began to grunt loudly and obscenely, like a horny bitch dog finally given what she needed. Mike could feel her powerful ass-hole muscles sucking tightly around the knob and shaft of his cock.
"Oh that's so good," she whimpered. Again she began to hump and jerk her hips, fucking her ass up to his cock. "All the way now, Mike. Oh God, please stick it all the way up my ass!"
Mike could hardly stand the stiffness burning through his prick. He had already waited so long to cum, through an incredible blow job and a short spree of fucking, and Mrs. Benson's ass-hole was more exquisitely tight than either her lips or her pussy.
His balls throbbed painfully with his load of cum. He could feel his blue-veined cock shaft jerking and twitching deep inside her bowels, warmly and rhythmically, as if the flesh of his prick would burst open before he could ever get his dick all the way between her cheeks.
Finally, he rammed his cock all the way in, groaning as his balls thudded against the crack of her ass. Mike reached around her quivering naked body and wrapped his hands around the juicy, spongy globes of her tits. As he squeezed them he began to work his hips, slowly, greasily pounding his cock through the rubbery sheath of her ass-hole.
"Unggggghhh...." Mrs. Benson grunted more loudly than ever. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, and her expression was contorted in the most obscene grimace Mike had ever seen. She clawed the floor as he pumped his prick in and out of her ass-hole, heaving her full round ass back to meet his strokes.
"I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Benson," Mike said huskily. The tingling, burning stiffness in his prick was more than he could stand. So much cream oozed out of his dick head that it had completely soaked the inside of her ass-hole, making her tightly muscled anal ring suck wetly around his pistoning prick. "Can't ... unh ... fucking take this ... gotta cum!"
"Keep fucking me!" Mrs. Benson shouted. She bounced her pussy off the floor, fucking her ass against him as fast and as hard as she could. "I'm gonna cum again Mike! Awwwww yes, fuck meeeee! Fuck my ass-hole-do it haaaaard!"
"I can't hold it," Mike whispered. Already he could sense the cum surging deep inside his balls. The knob of his cock bloated outwards as he drew closer to popping off. "It's cumming now ... awww shit, Mrs. Benson ... ahhhhhhh...."
Mike came, harder than ever before in his young life.
Again and again the boiling jism squirted out of his cock head, gushing deeply into Mrs. Benson's ravaged ass-hole. There was so much of his cream that it quickly filled her tunnel completely, burbling out of her puckered pink ring and running obscenely down the insides of her thighs.
Still the tide of his jism kept squirting. Mike gasped with unbearable pleasure and worked his spasming, throbbing, jerking dick rapidly through the grip of her ass-hole, moaning like a wounded animal as the last of his jism burned out of the slit in his cock head.
"I'm cuuummmiiinnngg!" Mrs. Benson shrieked. She held her ass cheeks apart and humped off the floor, whimpering as her ass-hole muscles sucked around Mike's prick. "Ungghh! Oh Mike, oh God, cummmmmmmiiinnngggg...."
Sweating, smiling with satisfaction, Mike let himself fall limp across Mrs. Benson's writhing body. Finally, he could feel his dick wilting inside her burning ass-hole, and he knew that it would be a while before he could get another hard-on.
It didn't matter. Mike was very excited. It wasn't because he'd found a new lover, because Mrs. Benson would probably let him fuck her any time he wanted to in the years ahead. No-it was because he'd have something new to show his sister Judy when they fucked together that night.
He could hardly wait!