Chapter 1
They say that the devil finds mischief for idle hands to do and the lovely hands of Jean Pierce were idly hoping they could twine themselves around a man's prick.
It was a hot, humid, boring summer's day and there wasn't much for the lushly attractive brunette matron to do but lounge around the house. Harrison City wasn't a small town, but her husband, Jack Pierce, was an important executive and she couldn't afford to take any chances playing around the local hot spots to get herself laid. He was spending more and more time out of town on field trips for International Electronic Corporation, leaving her yearning for male cock and affection.
It wouldn't take much to make her an unfaithful wife right now, she thought moodily. It would really be Jack's fault, too-he thought more of getting that Vice-Presidency that he did about spending a little time screwing with her. It would serve him right if she jumped into bed and fucked with the first man who came along.
The doorbell brought her an answer to her unspoken prayer. There was a tall, well-built handsome male standing outside, but a mere boy in years. It was Jerry Trent, delivering a package from Fowler's Emperium.
Jean remembered Jerry Trent, she knew him since he was a kid and was surprised at how he had grown up.
The house was empty. Her husband was up in Broughton, I.E.C. headquarters, ninety miles upstate, and the maid had just quit on her. As she opened the door for Jerry, she thought that now that she'd have to do some housework until they got a new maid maybe she wouldn't be so bored.
"Your package. Mrs. Pierce. Would you please sign the receipt?" Jerry asked.
"Glad to," Jean said as she looked the handsome young prick-pusher up and down. "You're Jerry Trent, aren't you? Come inside for a moment, it's nice and cool in here."
"I really can't-I'll fall behind in my day's delivery schedule."
"Oh, come on," she coaxed, "I'll give you some ice-cold lemonade to take the edge off this terrible heat."
"I guess it would be okay." Jerry said.
"Sure, cool off. A few minutes won't make any difference."
Jean took the package from him and went to close the door behind him. She stumbled as she passed him and fell against his muscular body for a moment. The sheer strength of his powerful physique, as he caught her arm and helped her regain her balance, sent a tremor of pleasure shuddering through her twat.
They remained face to face for a moment, the brawny, young college boy taking in the sexy attractions of Mrs. Jean Pierce. She could feel his eyes drinking her in and it gave her a thrill of feminine attraction. She was dressed comfortably for the house. If the pink, silk blouse out-lined her full tits, nipples and all, and the tight toreador pants displayed her lovely legs, thighs and ass to perfection-so much the better.
Her pulse quickened under the gaze of this boy in a man's body.
"Follow me to the bar and we'll squeeze some fresh lemons and get some ice cubes," Jean told him in a relaxed manner to put Jerry at his ease. "Come on, Jerry, and let's have that pause that refreshes."
"I dunno, Mrs. Pierce, I'm liable to get into trouble on account I've got so many packages to deliver today."
Jean thought, he's not very bright or I'm not getting myself across!
"Jerry," she told him firmly, "I want you to listen to my advice. It's a terribly hot day and I don't see how your staying in this nice air-conditioned house while we get some cool lemonade into you is going to make much difference to Fowler's Emperium one way or the other."
"Mrs. Pierce...."
"You're a big boy now, Jerry," she said. "You try calling me by my first name-Jean."
She leaned over to get some ice-cubes from the bar refrigerator and she could see him looking down her low-cut blouse, goggle-eyed at the deep cleft between her full, lovely tits.
"C'mon, say it-Jean."
"Okay, Mrs., er, Jean," Jerry managed to stammer.
"See how easy it is, Jerry. I think you and I are going to be great friends. You haven't any objections to being my friend, do you Jerry?"
"No, ah, Jean. You see, if I don't deliver all my packages for the day, it's held against me. And I can't afford to lose this job, even though it's only for the summer."
"Listen, Jerry," Jean smiled. "If they give you the slightest trouble, III take care of it. I'm a good customer of Fowler's and, anyway, I think I have a certain amount of influence in this town."
"Okay, I guess ... Jean," he said hesitantly.
Jean squeezed the lemons and poured the juice into two, tall, frosted glasses. She wondered why Jerry seemed so uncomfortable and ill at ease. He must be shy, she figured. Well, she had a gimmick to help him over that hurdle. She took a bottle of hundred proof vodka and poured a generous slug into each frosted glass.
"This'll be a real lemon cooler, Jerry," she said gaily as she gulped hers. "Drink up and you'll forget all about the weather."
As Jerry slowly downed his drink, she kept the conversation going.
"Are you twenty-one yet, Jerry?"
"No, I'll be twenty-one in March."
"Going steady?"
"You might call it that."
"Who's the lucky girl?"
"I think I've seen her around town. Very well-built, isn't she?"
"Yeah, Edie's stacked," Jerry agreed amiably. "Serious about her, Jerry?"
Jerry bashfully admitted that he and Edie did have marriage plans, but that they couldn't take that step until he finished college. He was planning to get his degree in engineering and then go into some sort of construction work, anything that would keep him outdoors. He didn't care for the idea of being tied down to a desk all day.
"That's a good idea," Jean agreed, 'Those big muscles of yours need exercise. Now, about getting married. Do you think you'll be able to handle that situation?"
"I don't see why not, once I have a good steady job," Jerry replied.
"Oh, I don't mean that way," Jean said eyeing the animal strength in his young body, "brides generally depend on their husbands to teach them about the aspects of physical love in the marriage bed. Do you think you'll be able to take care of Edie? That takes experience, like everything else!"
Jerry flushed, "I guess we'll make out all right. I haven't been a boy scout up to now."
"Do you really have any first hand sex experience?" she pressed.
"I haven't done anything like that with Edie," he replied, "and I don't intend to until we're married. But, I've been out screwing around with other girls around town...."
"Teeny boppers and bobby soxers!" Jean commented. "What can immature girls possibly know about satisfaying a man? They're like unripe peaches or green apples themselves. Take it from me. When I was that age, I thought I knew all there was to know about love and sex-but I was really quite ignorant. It took years of marriage, and other things, to give me the sex experience I have."
Jean looked meaningfully at Jerry, hoping that what she was saying was getting across. It seemed to be registering with him as he sipped his high-powered lemonade and gave Jean's tits and ass another slow up-and-down once-over stare.
She got up to freshen her drink and took care to display the full desirability of her lush asscheeks as she crossed to the bar. When she sat down, her titties seemed to be fairly hopping out of her tight blouse at Jerry.
She was pleased to see little beads of sweat forming on his brow, apparently the combination of seeing her practically naked knockers and the vodka in the lemonade was getting to him.
"I don't think you like me very much, Jerry," she said, crossing her legs and sipping her drink.
"I like you fine, uh, Jean. You're uh, very attractive," Jerry managed to reply.
"Well, since we both like each other and we're sort of exchanging intimate confidences, suppose we get a little closer together," she said, shifting her exciting ass right next to Jerry. He was flushed and the female closeness of her perfumed body gave off a heady scent that made him dizzy.
Jean leaned back lazily on the overstuffed couch, displaying her tits to their best advantage again and smiled like an experienced woman of the world. Actually, she was trembling inside at her own boldness in her hard-on-producting actions.
Other men had certainly fucked her at various times during her marriage, but they had practically raped her. She would have had too much to drink at some party and become separated from her husband, Jack, and there had been occasional discreet motel humps with I.E.C. executives passing through Harrison city. But she had never deliberately set out to possess a male cock by her female wiles as she was doing now. She was throwing her usual caution to the winds-she wanted Jerry to fuck her completely.
Jean looked younger than she was. At thirty-three, most women have lost the fresh bloom of youth, the glow of the teens and early twenties. Jean had not only remained looking no more than twenty-five, the years seemed to have made her sexier. The mature poise, added to her striking features, made her unusually appealing.
It seemed that every man flipped for her except her own husband, Jack. Three quarters of the time, and lately even more, he was too busy playing big company politics to give Jean the screwing she craved.
She had been somewhat thin as a girl and a little ashamed of her big breasts. But she had filled out in perfect proportion now and she had the time and leisure to keep herself that way by careful dieting and exercise. Her figure was like a model's now-at parties, she was the envy of the wives and every man under seventy went on the make to try to get his prick into her cunt. Her tits were firm and full, made for loving. The sensuous play of her unusual and magnificent asscheeks instantly invited the delighted attention of any male who saw her walk.
She had never given in to any of the local prick-pushers, but today was going to be different. Jack was just leaving her alone too much, he didn't realize that a woman's cunt had needs and desires ... and that she was all woman.
Jean sighed and leaned her head on Jerry's shoulder. Her act made the last shred of Jerry's resistance go up in the smoke of the flaming hard-on she had roused in this young, healthy male cock. She felt his hands sliding on the smooth silk of her pink blouse and then they were holding and kneading her, firm yielding knockers. His hands were beginning to produce some wonderful sensations in her pussy.
Jerry was strong, but she could see that he looked like he lacked technique and finesse in fucking. After all, what could the bobby-soxers he'd been running around with teach him? Or that little steady virgin of his, Edie? The thing that mattered was that he was ail man as she could see from the big bulge in his pants, though a boy in years. He was arousing her even with his crude fumbling. Jean planned to make him a real good fucker. He had the basics.
Jerry reached to kiss her, and Jean smiled to herself. It was as if he were giving his sister a kiss. And she closed her warm lips over his mouth and inserted her warm darting tongue between his clenched teeth. He opened his lips and she felt his pleasure as her busy tongue went further. Lesson number one.
He was still holding and trying to caress her tits as they were in a reclining position on the couch. His legs were working all over the couch in his mounting excitement, when Jean raised her head.
"Undress, me, Jerry. Now!"
Jerry practically ripped all the buttons off the pink blouse in his haste. Jean was wearing a lace-trimmed black bra that made the milkness of her tits stand out even more. Jerry fumbled with the snap a moment and then opened the bra.
As Jean shrugged it off her shoulders, she watched Jerry's face. She felt pleasure as she saw his eyes go around with wonder at the generous abundance, perfect form and delectable cherry-like nipples or her white knockers.
He looked at the delectable display of her naked titties like a kid at a toy window at Christmas.
Then he reached and fondled their soft, smooth delight. She shivered at the strength of his fingers. The backs of his hands were covered with curly black hairs and he brushed them lightly across her ruby nipples. They became even more rigid at the feel of the delicate hairs. It was arousing her, she had never had her nipples blossom like this when her husband, Jack, touched them.
She drew Jerry's head down to her breasts and his lips closed around one lovely nipple, then the other. As he kissed them and rolled his tongue over their ruby hardness, tremors of delight radiated right down to her cunt and over her entire body.
"Keep sucking them, it feels wonderful, Jerry," she whispered, "Just wonderful."
Jean was becoming so aroused by her student that her buttocks began to wriggle against the sofa. She felt the strength of him with her warm hands. Gently, she felt his flat, hard stomach muscles and reaching down further, she was amazed at the size of his throbbing, already rigid, prick. He had a bigger cock than any man she'd ever had, including husband, Jack. She pulled down the zipper of his pants and touched the head and stiff shaft of his protruding prick again.
Jerry shuddered at the touch of her gliding hands on his stiff dick and worked hurriedly to undress Jean. She helped him as he unzipped her toreadors by raising her ass up off the couch.
"Take off everything, Jerry!" she panted and put his hand to the waistband of her black panties. He pulled them slowly down her cute navel and she wiggled them off her full, womanly ass. She kicked them away with her painted toenails and was stark naked before him.
He could move fast for all his size. As she rec-lined back on the sofa, in all her nude glory, he was putting his shorts with the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor. Jean was amazed to see a muscular, young Adonis standing over her, the promise of his cock that she had just felt a moment ago, more than fulfilled, as she viewed the hugeness of his fully erect dong and big balls.
She drew him down beside her on the sofa and his lips covered hers, his tongue seeking hers as she had just taught him. His hands caressed her tits again. Then he went to the curves of her waist, her buttocks and thighs-as she felt the strength of his hands on the softness of her inner thigh, she hoped she wouldn't be all black and blue. But she loved everything his rough feeling of her bush-hair and cuntlips was doing to her.
She was more gentle with him, running her hands up and down his thighs and tracing delicate patterns of pleasure on his fully erect cock and firm buttocks with her fingertips. Jerry groaned with pleasure at her delicate, experienced touch on his pulsing prick. The buildup of his hard-on was becoming too much for him.
"Jean," he panted, "My cock can't hold out. I want you right now!"
He placed his hands under the cheeks of her luscious ass and felt them tighten in his grasp. She moaned and nodded assent. Parting her warm thighs slightly, she gasped at the rough furious urgency with which he thrust his cock into her hot, moist cunt.
She thought that this must be passion-pit style, the way he's fucked floozy teen-aged girls in the back seats of cars. Still she tried to impart something to his raging fucking of her cunt. She began to work her belly and hips beneath him smoothly and rhythmically, watching his pounding thrusts into her twat. With each movement of his powerful torso, delicious sensation engulfed her. She moaned and twisted her head from side to side as Jerry's big dong thrust into her hot, wet cunt.
Suddenly, she uttered a little scream and locked her heels in the small of his back.
"Jerry, oh, Jerry, fuck me, fuck me like a man! Right now!"
Jerry quickened his pecker's fucking pace and flashes of passion she had never experienced before coursed through Jean's quivering cunt. Uncontrollable twitches and tremors were wracking her pussy as it frantically moved to Jerry's lunges.
She suddenly stiffened and screamed as she felt an ultimate crescendo of joyous orgasm surge through her twitching cunt and permeate her entire body.
"Me, too," Jerry moaned and-grunted mindlessly as his body arched, convulsed and joined Jean's complete ecstasy with spurting jets of hot creamy scum into her cunt-hole.
They lay locked in each other's arms on the sofa. Their heavy breathing gradually grew calmer and Jean coyly said to Jerry as she cradled herself sensuously in his arms, "How about humplesson number two, Jerry?"
"Wow, Jean. Let's wait until my pecker recovers from lesson number one."
"Doesn't this mature kind of fucking beat those corny passion-pit quickie screws, Jerry?"
"It sure does," he answered. "Holy cow! What time is it? I've got to get back on my route."
Jerry dressed hastily and giving a good-by kiss to Jean the way she had taught him, left the house.
Alone, Jean poured herself another vodka and lemon-juice and relaxed. She had wanted a little screwing, but never expected that just a boy could give her cunt this tremendous orgasm that she had never had with anyone else before. She smiled to herself as she envisioned his naked prick and balls once again.
"He sure is a big boy!" she said aloud and finished the rest of her drink.
Jean was very pleased with the way the whole hump-session had turned out. Jerry seemed to be just what she needed to get her out of the no-hump doldrums of her boring existence in Harrison City.
Now, Jack Pierce could stay away for weeks at a time up at I.E.C.'s headquarter's in Broughton. He'd get his Vice-Presidency, but little Jeanie had just gotten herself a lovely consolation prize-cock, Jerry Trent's.