Chapter 1
Sandra was uncomfortable behind the wheel of her parked car. She felt the excitement rising in her and she wanted to move. She glanced at her watch, only five more minutes and he'd be here!
Just thinking about Terry made her sensitive nipples grow hard and press against the material of her bra. There were people walking on the street so she didn't touch her breasts, but she wanted to.
Her eyes darted up the street, looking for his strong young body, eager for him. As she watched, a more sober thought came to her: with all these people on the street tonight, there was a chance that she would be seen, then what?
She didn't want to think about it. But she couldn't stop her mind. She could imagine all the trouble and the shame. Arrest! Divorce! What would Debbie think of her mother then? Her face softened for a moment as she thought of the girl, a shy and tender fourteen-year-old. What would Debbie say if she knew her mother was making love with a sixteen-year-old boy?
Sandy shook her head impatiently and looked down the street again. There was no use worrying about it, she'd given up trying to be ashamed. It didn't matter that she was thirty-five, at least it didn't seem to matter to Terry. Just the mention of his name was all it took to make a ripple of sensation run up her thighs. In her mind's eye she could see this hard young penis standing out from his belly and she imagined her hand stroking it gently, feeling the smooth flesh of the shaft and the pulpy head.
Another ripple of pleasure spread through her and she couldn't stop her hand as it slipped under the hem of her light summer dress. She shivered when she felt her cool fingertips brush along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her hand was out of sight from the pedestrians and she tried to compose her face as her fingers crept up her legs. When they reached the filmy fabric of her panties she could feel the wetness already seeping out! If the boy didn't hurry she'd be sopping wet!
She must be insane, risking her reputation, her marriage, everything just for a boy! A flush rose on her face when she thought of him, a boy she'd stolen from her own child!
In spite of her best intentions, she found her fingers pressing in against the puffy outline of her sex, wetting the tips with her own juices. The lips of her cunt were growing hotter as the blood rushed in, making them swell and part. The panties felt tight and restricting and she wished she could slip out of them. Here? On a busy downtown street? Wouldn't that be a fine thing to be caught doing?
She wished she knew what time it was, but her watch was up under her skirt and she didn't want to take her hand away now! The fingers found her hard clitoris as it pressed out from between the parting lips. Each time she taped at it her mind reeled from the sharp jolt of pleasure she felt. Her pulse went higher and her bra felt tighter than ever. If Terry didn't get here soon she was going to cum!!!
She was so engrossed with playing with herself that she missed him and the tap at the car window startled her so badly that her heart almost stopped! Looking up she saw his smiling face. A fierce blush covered her as she reached over to open the door for him. She was glad that it was so dark!
Once the door was unlocked, he slipped inside quickly, shutting the door behind him. Her hand was already on the key and the motor roared into life.
They didn't say a word as she pulled away from the curb. Terry slouched down a little so that no one would see him with her.
As she drove, Sandra darted glances at the boy beside her. Even in the darkness of the car she was aware of his maleness and it stirred her already boiling feelings. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but that was against her rules.
Terry stayed on his side of the car, he was following the rules too. She turned a corner sharply and glided down a dark street. They were in an industrial area and there was no traffic. As she pulled up to the curb, she had her lights out and she shut off the motor before they had stopped moving.
Both of them moved at the same time and met in the middle of the seat. Their lips found each other in the dark and she felt the delicious thrill as his hard tongue forced its way into her mouth and found hers. Small sparks ran down her spine as tongue twined with tongue. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck as she clung to him.
When the kiss finally broke she kept her face close to his, her lips brushing against his ear. "I thought I'd go crazy waiting for you, Terry," she murmured.
"I was on time, Mrs. Taylor," he protested.
She shushed him with her finger on his lips. The hand slipped down from his face and the fingers stroked the smooth young flesh of his neck.
"Please, Terry, call me Sandra, or Sandy. 'Mrs. Taylor' makes me feel so old! Besides, after the past few months don't you think 'Mrs. Taylor' is a little formal for us?" She couldn't help the little giggle that rose in her throat. As she laughed, her hand slid down his chest and rested on the front of his tight jeans.
Terry felt the hand and she thrilled as she felt the bulge under the fabric growing larger, pressing out at her.
"Okay... Sandy, I guess it's sort of hard for me to get used to calling you that, and it isn't because...." His words trailed off and she could sense his confusion.
"Never mind, you call me anything you want, just so long as you call me!" To emphasize her words, her palm rubbed back and forth across the growing lump. The boy grunted and Sandra Taylor trembled as she felt his hand find her full breast.
The fingers worked up and down her breast, making the flesh tingle. The nipple grew so hard that it hurt as it pressed against the bra. Another hand worked down until it was on her bare knee and her breath quickened.
Sandy suddenly pulled back from the boy. If they didn't move now she knew she'd find herself being screwed in the back seat! That wasn't such a bad idea, but she had other plans!
"How soon do you have to be back?"
The boy grinned at her. "I told mom I was going to the movie, she doesn't expect me till after midnight some time." He laughed softly as Sandra started the car. "It's a flick I've already seen, even if she asks me about it I'm covered. It's great!"
Sandy felt a sharp stab of guilt. "Mom!" She knew Terry's mother-Harriet Green. A picture of Harriet flashed into her mind as she turned the corner again. What would the woman say if she knew what Sandy was doing with her son?
All the streets were dark now that they were headed away from the downtown area and Terry moved over close to her. The thoughts about his mother faded as she felt the hand back on her thigh. The warm fingers, touched lightly as they worked up under her dress, leaving trails of excitement behind them. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers and her belly began to boil. She glanced at him but couldn't see his face. God! How she needed him!!!
Her foot pressed down hard on the gas peddle and the car sped down the streets. It would only be a few more minutes.
The hand was caressing the soft flesh of her full thigh now and she opened her legs as much as she could, begging mutely for him to touch her. Slowly the fingers moved up until they bumped against the wet crotch of her panties. She shivered as a finger pressed up along the outline of her lips, her legs parted even more. Her free hand pressed down from the outside of her dress, holding the fingers tight against her pulsing mound. The heat between her thighs grew and she had to push her pussy up hard against the finger!
"Wow, you really are hot aren't you?" the boys' blunt question made her blush again, but he was right! As an answer, her hand slipped over between his thighs and squeezed the hard bulge.
They were on a gravel road now. She could smell the trees and the river, they were almost there! Terry looked up and saw it too. After his finger jabbed up against her a few more times, the hand pulled away. He slid back to his door and sat ready. She saw the clump of trees and shut off the lights. Just past the first of the trees she slowed and Terry hopped out to open the gate. Slowly, she pulled the car around the back of the cabin and shut off the motor.
When she got out of the car she looked at the cabin. She and Jim bought it a few years ago for a summer house by the river, but it hadn't had much use until she and Terry started to use it for their meetings. From the beginning she had insisted that they come and go as quietly as possible. There weren't any close neighbors but still she didn't want to attract any attention.
She heard the crunching footsteps in the gravel and hurried to meet the boy. He was standing by the door waiting for her. All she could see was his dim outline, but it was more than enough!
Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the stiff lock. Once the door was open, they slipped in and she shut it firmly behind them, setting the lock from the inside.
It was pitch black in the room, the curtains had been drawn tight. She could hear the boy's easy breathing in the darkness, a thrill raced through her as her hands searched for him. The outthrust fingers found his hip and slipped around until her palm cupped the full front of Terry's jeans. His hands found her and while one gripped the softness of her buttock, the other went back up under her dress.
Sandra shuddered as the fingers went straight to her mound and began to press and roll the lips together. Her own hand worked in slow circles as she rubbed against the boy's full cock. She remembered how surprised she'd been the first time she saw it-she had no idea that a boy this young could have such a full grown organ!
Terry's fingers were working at the side of the panties and one wormed in under the band and touched her steaming sex! The tip rubbed across the hard bud of her clitoris and her knees began to shake. She couldn't wait any longer!
"Honey... please don't tease me," she whimpered as her fingers struggled with the stiff buttons of his jeans. He pulled her up close to him and she had to stop working at him for a moment. Even as he pulled her face to his she could sense the tongue waiting for her and her own mouth hung open and ready. She sucked and pulled at the wet organ, his hands worked hard at her soft behind, clenching and squeezing the flesh.
"You want to go to the bedroom?"
She shook her head fiercely and pressed herself up against him, her pelvis doing slow grinding movements as it tried to find his hardness. He understood, his hands moved up her arched back and found the zipper at the back and pulled it down, letting the dress fall slack on her shoulders. She stepped back a little and helped him push the dress down her body until it fell on the floor. The hands found the clasp to her bra and unhooked it. She gasped with relief when the band fell loose and she was able to shrug the limp halter off her body. Her breasts were hard and hot now, she felt his warm breath on them and tensed as she waited for the touch of his mouth.
Even when she knew it was coming she couldn't help groaning as his firm lips found a nipple and sucked it hard. The sensitive bud was already hard and it sent sparks of electric joy down her spine as his rough tongue rubbed back and forth over it. Again her legs felt rubbery and she wanted to lay down. Instead, she clung to his shoulders and his mouth sucked and nibbled at each breast in turn. A wet tongue moved out onto the breast itself, leaving a trail of wet goose pimples behind as he licked at them.
"Please Terry, please...." she murmured and bumped her groin up against him. She wasn't certain but she thought she heard a low chuckle as he reached down and found the band of her panties.
An uncontrollable shudder shook her as she felt the panties pull away from her dripping sex and fall down her thighs. When she stepped out of them, she kicked off her shoes and stood naked in the dark. A strange thrill made her mind spin for a moment, it was so awfully wild to be with a boy like this and, for a moment, she had that feeling of guilt again. Before she could really think about it she felt his impatient hands on her shoulders and she knew that she had to go on.
Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt. Each motion was a ritual with her. From the first they had established this part of the affair and she never liked to leave it out. When the shirt was undone she let him pull it off and went back to work on the stiff buttons of his jeans. As she undid them she was aware that he wore no underwear, her fingers brushed against the hot flesh and the stiff hair but she wouldn't let herself touch him. Not yet!
When the last button was undone she hesitated for a second. His hands came back to her shoulders and she felt the firm pressure. She sank to her knees in front of Terry, her fingers caught his jeans and pulled them down. She could hear the cloth rustle in the darkness. At his feet, she helped him out of his shoes and socks before she pulled the trousers free. They were both naked now. She couldn't see him but she could almost feel the glow of his flesh.
His hands slipped down, clasped behind her neck and gently pulled her head up. This was part of her ritual too! The excitement began to rise again as she felt her face being pulled closer to his cock.
Her nerve endings tingled as they waited for the contact. There it was! She felt the smooth flesh of the stem brush against her cheek, her mouth opened in a blind search for the thick tip. Her wet lips skidded across more flesh and then found the head. She felt a drop of moisture in the slit as her mouth closed down over his pulsing, boy-cock and the idea that she could make him get wet for her excited her even more!
At first she just sucked gently and nibbled at the tight knot of the tip. She could feel him tremble as her tongue worked slowly back and forth over him, his slim hips moved a little and she felt her lips being forced open by the thick trunk of him entering her mouth.
The fingers at the back of her head forced her to bob up and down, slowly at first. She could taste the strange tang of his maleness as her lips and tongue worked around the underside of the thick glans. The taste didn't bother her, it was something that she wanted. Often, during the day, she would suddenly remember that taste and would have to run to her bedroom to relieve the sudden need the memory ignited!!
Now there was no need for that, she had him here and he would take care of any needs she had tonight!
As she sucked and slobbered over the thick cock between her lips, another thought came to her. Why did she do this for Terry when she refused to do it for her own husband??? She knew that he wanted it, he had tried to get her to try it often. Why was she so willing to suck and swallow what the boy had to offer and then refuse Jim?
The ache in her jaws drove the thought out of her mind and she slipped the head out of her mouth for a little. Her tongue slathered and worked down the wide staff of flesh. When it came to the stiff hairs that covered his full balls her heart began to beat faster and faster. Her nose bumped up against the furry sac as her tongue wormed down between his thighs as she licked and nibbled the very root of his organ. The musky odor was stronger here and she was tempted to run her tongue all the way back and lick the tight crack of his ass!!
Quickly she lifted her head and began to lick the stem again. She was a little shaken with the idea. Lick the boy there? She'd never done a thing like that in her life. What was happening to her? When she found the tip again she began to suck harder. Her head bobbed up and down faster and faster as his fingers guided her. She could feel the prick pulsing and twisting under her moving tongue and wondered if he was going to shoot it in her mouth? She could imagine the spurts of hot come filling her mouth and clogging her throat and her pulse beat faster! She didn't mind if he did that to her. She loved it! Besides he was young and she knew he would be hard again in just minutes after the first time. She was almost prepared for the choking mass of sticky cum when she felt his fingers tighten on her head and felt her mouth being pulled away from the warm cock. There was a loud slurping sound when he pulled her tight lips free.
"Mrs. Sandy! Do you want it now?" She could hear the tight sound in the tone and knew that he wanted inside her. As she moved her thighs to stand, she became painfully aware that she wanted him in her, too! The wetness was running down the sides of her thighs, her pussy was a swampy pool, ready for the fat eel of his flesh to swim in it!
"O... over there, on the couch," she managed to pant as she was pulled to her feet. They staggered across the familiar room. He hit the couch first and sat down. "Ohhhhhhh Terry," she breathed softly as she hurriedly slipped astride his strong thighs. She bit her lip as she lowered her body down on the spear of flesh. When the tip rubbed against her soft lips she guided it with her hands until it found the opening to her dripping channel. A deep moan escaped her lips and she slowly pressed herself down on it, loving the feel of the meat as it pushed its way up into her, rubbing against the sensitive walls of her pulsing vagina.
Terry's hand clutched at her rounded hips and pushed her down as his body arched up. She felt the thick spear thrust up deeper until it bumped up against her throbbing womb!
Shudder after shudder shook the woman's body as she panted and squirmed on the tool that stretched her. She muttered and whined as the hot flashes of pleasure whipped at her. Terry was thrusting up as hard as he could as she slammed her body down in a shuddering series of thrusts.
"Oh!... fuck me darling," she whimpered in his ear and she leaned in, her breasts mashed against his hairless chest. "Fill me up with your big cock, Terry. Please, darling, make me cum and I'll do anything for you... fuck, fuck me!!!..." Her words trailed off into a series of muffled grunts and moans as the prick slithered in and out of her.
She could feel the wetness from her slobbering box as it dribbled down her thighs. She knew that she was getting everything wet, and for a moment she worried about the sofa cover!! When she realized what she was thinking about she almost laughed out loud. What were a few spots compared to this?
One of the boy's hands worked around until it was gripping and pulling at her full buttocks. The small thrills added to the growing pool of passion that was sloshing between her spread thighs and she could only whine and worm herself down closer to him, trying to wedge another fraction of an inch of the meat into her sucking hole. She had to have all of it!
The hand on her bottom moved again and she shuddered and sighed with pleasure before she realized what he intended. The finger wormed deep in the crack between the cheeks and jabbed sharply at her little rosebud anus!!
"Agghh!!! What are you do-ING???" she moaned as the finger pressed up against her again. She wiggled her bottom, trying to escape the finger, but instead of escaping his finger she made it easier for him to wedge it in her tiny opening and wiggle around. She had never been touched there by anybody and the terrible strangeness of it sent a spasm of fear and timid interest through her being.
"Move," the boy panted. "Move your ass, Mrs. Taylor. Shake it for me!!!" She responded to his demands and felt her own excitement rising faster and faster. The sensual shocks were coming closer and the pool of liquid desire in her cunt was almost full!
Humping her back, she concentrated on the jerking pelvic motions she was making. Each backward thrust would mash the full thickness of his organ down on her standing clitoris and she had to sob and grunt because it felt so good!!
The finger in her rear pushed in hard and she felt it pop in past the tight ring of muscle. Terry flexed and twisted the finger and it sent ripples of painful pleasure through her like a knife.
"I... I thiiiiieeeee!!!" She screamed and twisted as the flashes of her orgasm lit up her mind and she saw pinwheels and sparks as she humped and ground herself against the boy. Spasms of blinding, numbing pleasure flooded her and the pool overflowed and ran through her veins setting her on fire! She didn't care about the finger in her bottom any longer. All she wanted was cock, thick, juicy cock!
"Ahhhhgggghh!!!," the boy grunted and she felt his frantic thrusts as the hot flood of his come bathed her cunt. It felt like hot grease as the piston of his meat ripped up into her, the head spurting and shooting the cum, filling her until it began to run down his shaft, like boiling lava!
Slowly, ever so slowly she felt her body calm down. She felt the soft nipping of her sheath as the small aftershocks of her orgasm made her clamp down on him. He pulled the finger out of her anus and she felt a little sore there, but it had been worth it. Still, the new touch he had shown her was disturbing. It wasn't right! She sighed to herself and sleepily told herself she'd talk to him about it, later.
Terry moved and she jerked awake with a start. She was still sitting astride his lap, his soft cock held up in her by the grip of her tunnel. She'd fallen asleep for a moment! Suddenly she became aware of the cold dampness on her thighs and remembered the streaming wetness down there.
Slowly she raised her torso, letting the half limp organ pull free. Cupping her hand over her open cunt she whispered to the boy. "Stay here, I'll bring you something."
She padded silently through the room and found the hallway. In the small bathroom she ran some water and wiped herself dry. As she moved about the room she was aware again of the small pain in her anus. Some people actually do it there! She shuddered at the thought of the pain that would cause!
When she got back to the living room she found that Terry had put on a small lamp by the couch and was laying back on the cushion. She knelt by the couch and gently wiped and dried the soft hose of his organ. It looked so pink and defenseless like this! She had to restrain herself from taking it in her mouth again and loving it. When she ran the warm rag between his thighs and washed his balls, she thought she saw the shaft move and grow a little.
Looking up she found herself looking straight into the boy's light blue eyes. He had a strange half smile on his face as he watched her serving him.
"Enjoying yourself, sultan?" She tried to make the question light and teasing, but he saw through her. He only nodded and his hand gripped the back of her neck. She felt she should refuse to do it again. It was too soon, but she wasn't strong enough to fight the hand that brought her face down to the organ as it lay across his thigh.
She watched as his other hand held the limp tube upright and felt it rub across her closed lips, then it touched her eyes and rubbed up against her ears. He had done this to her before and it had bothered her-but this time she felt a small swirling sensation in her groin and her pink tongue slipped out between her lips and gently licked and bathed the stem. Each time her tongue touched him he swelled and grew a little. She could see the growth before her eyes and it was exciting.
Even as she kissed and licked the growing organ, she thought of the first time she'd ever seen an erect penis, the first time her mouth had.... She could almost smell that musty garage and feel the hard concrete under her eleven year old knees.
The dream was blown away by the tug of his hand on her neck. He helped her as she crawled up on the couch and lay beside him, hip against hip. She still held the pulsing organ in her hand as she turned her face to him for her kiss.