Chapter 3
Dolly's cunt was aching several days after her fucking. That didn't mean that Donald didn't keep banging her all week long.
When Donald was hot, he made sure that his Dolly was there to take his load of gism. He awoke each morning with a hard-on, and he relieved himself up Dolly's cunt. At night he'd fuck her, too. Sometimes he'd fuck her before dinner, sometimes after, and often, he'd fuck her before dinner and after dinner, too.
Once or twice a week he'd show up at the house in the middle of the day. He claimed that he'd gotten horny thinking about Dolly while he was at his job, and that he needed a pick-me-up fuck boost.
If Dolly wasn't home when he got there, he made sure that he waited for her until she arrived. He wanted to see that she had been out doing the shopping, or had been taking his clothes to the cleaners.
He wanted to make certain that she didn't arrive home on the arm of another man. Donald was jealous, to say the very least. And Dolly was faithful to her husband one-hundred percent.
He had never caught Dolly at anything, and he believed that it was his strict attitude which made her know better than to try anything out of line.
Even without an aching cunt, Dolly would have been concentrating on her pussy when she walked into town to see what was happening there. She was being watched by every Tom, Dick and Harry. She knew it, and she dug it. But she found herself looking back at them, despite her husband's warnings.
"Good morning, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said as Dolly entered the pharmacy.
"Good morning, Jimmy," Dolly replied with a smile. She always had a special smile for Jimmy because Jimmy was, well, Jimmy was special.
Jimmy was eighteen years old, but he barely looked it. He was tall and lean, with sandy blond hair and a boyish smile. He was a little bit shy around Dolly, but she liked to watch how quickly he would warm up when they spoke to one another whenever she visited the pharmacy where Jimmy worked .after school.
This morning Dolly had almost hoped that she would avoid seeing Jimmy. In fact, that was one reason why she had gone into the store before noon. She believed that he would only be there in the late afternoon, after three-thirty when school let out.
But school had let out early that afternoon. His afternoon and morning classes at St. Francis Academy had been cancelled.
It wasn't that Dolly didn't want to see Jimmy's handsome face. It was just that she was buying something that was a little bit personal and she was a bit shy about asking him for it. Mr. St. Marks, the storekeeper, was in the back.
"What can I do for you today, Mrs. Pritchard?" young Jimmy asked.
"Oh, I'd like some toothpaste," she said, not yet ready to tell him what it really was that she wanted.
"Something that'll give your mouth some sex appeal?" he asked. And then he quickly added, "Not that your mouth isn't very sexy now. It is."
She smiled. "My husband likes that fluoride toothpaste, Jimmy."
"Oh, yeah," Jimmy answered, remembering that Mrs. Pritchard belonged to somebody else. He fantasized about her from time to time, wondering what it would be like to feel her lips on his, to kiss her, or to sleep with her for a night.
"Oh, and Jimmy, one more thing," Dolly said as an afterthought.
"Yes, Mrs. Pritchard?" the handsome boy asked.
"Uh, Jimmy, come here a minute."
The boy had turned away to get the toothpaste when Dolly called him back. There was something else and she had to whisper it to him. Their faces were so close, they were practically touching noses.
"Jimmy, do you have anything for a sore, uh, a sore woman's thing?" she whispered.
"A sore woman's thing?" he asked, a bit confused.
"Yes, You know the little pussy that a woman has between her legs. Mine is sore from too much activity with my husband."
Jimmy's face turned red and he felt his heart start beating faster and faster. This was too much. He was sure that he knew what she meant. Jimmy was used to having women ask him for sorts of personal things. There were plenty of things in a drug store for a woman's various privates.
But this was Dolly Pritchard, the one doll he dreamed about. He could hardly believe that Dolly Pritchard was talking to him about her pussy, Did he have anything for her sore pussy? Did he ever! His tongue!
But that thought left his head as soon as it had entered. It was just a thought.
"I'll ask Mr. St. Marks," Jimmy told her. "He'll know."
"Oh, uh, alright Jimmy," Dolly replied.
The boy went into the back room and told Mr. St. Marks what Dolly had said to him. Mr. St. Marks gave the boy several salves and a relaxant for aching muscles which was to be put in a tub of warm water. "Have her soak it in this," he said.
"Here, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said. He gave Dolly the various creams and soaking salts, and told her what his boss had said. He forgot about the toothpaste, and so did Dolly.
"I wish I had a nice whirlpool bath to soak it in," Dolly told Jimmy. "That would feel real good on it."
"I go to a gym near here on Saturdays. They have a whirlpool bath," Jimmy said.
"Oh, maybe I can go there. I have a few hours before I have to be home to start dinner for my husband."
"I don't think you'll be able to get in, Mrs. Pritchard. You have to be a member, and the club is so full now, they're not letting any new people in for a few months, at least," Jimmy told her.
"Oh," Dolly sighed, turning«her beautiful smile into a pout.
Jimmy hated to see her unhappy, even for a moment. He quickly made an alternate suggestion.
"I have a card though," he smiled. "It has my name on it. If it didn't, I'd give it to you and let you go in my place. But using my card, I can bring a guest into the club. I could take you!"
"Could you, Jimmy?" Dolly said, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. "Oh, that would be great! But what about your job? Don't you have to stay at work?"
Jimmy thought about it. It was true that he had a commitment with Mr. St. Marks to work. But he had come in early because there was no school on that day. He was actually several hours early, and the store didn't get busy until later in the afternoon.
"I'll just tell Mr. St. Marks that I'll be out for a while, I'll get back here at my regular time. I'm sure he won't mind. He was doing me a favor by letting him help me out today."
"Oh, that's great," Dolly said. "But I insist on paying you for the time you would have been earning wages from Mr. St. Marks."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mrs. Pritchard," Jimmy said.
"I insist. Now, come on and let's go. My little you-know-what is aching and I want to soak it in that whirlpool so that I'll be all ready for my husband when he comes home from work."
Mr. St. Marks was nice about the whole thing, but when he saw Jimmy leaving with Dolly Pritchard, he raised his eyebrows. It seemed harmless enough, but he knew that Dolly's pussy was sore, and now he saw her leaving with the eighteen-year-old boy.
Somehow he made the association between the two.
But Mr. St. Marks knew when to keep his mouth quiet. He knew many secrets about the people in the town, simply because of what products they bought in his shop. He knew which boys were buying condoms and which girls were on birth control pills.
When a guy got the clap, he waited to see which girls would next come to him for a prescription for the same thing. He knew all that and many more secrets, besides.
And still he had a thriving business, so he certainly did know when to remain quiet about his customers.
He was almost like a doctor in that respect. The cases of his buyers were held in strict confidentiality.
Dolly and Jimmy arrived at the Health Spa. Dolly was proud, in a way, to be seen with such a young man. As for Jimmy, he was pleased to be in the company of a woman, a full-grown woman like Dolly.
Dolly enjoyed talking with Jimmy on the way to the health club. Jimmy had a lot to say about his studies and about his work in the drug store. He was so sweet, and Dolly felt that she could just eat him up.
After he signed Dolly in as his guest, they went down to the changing rooms. There was' a locker room for males, and another one for females, even though the swimming pool and the steam room and the whirlpool were used by both sexes together.
Dolly was able to borrow a bathing suit from the locker room attendant, even though the suit they gave her seemed to be about two sizes too small. It was very tight at the crotch, and the line of the suit cut into her private parts down there.
She had to keep pulling the crotch of the suit down over her cuntal realm. The lips were barely covered. A strand or two of blonde pussy hair poked out from under the suit.
At the top, Dolly's big breasts seemed to stretch the suit like anything Jayne Mansfield had ever worn. Her large nipples poked out at the material, and Dolly just knew that the top would sag on whoever wore it after she did.
When she met young Jimmy in the damp recreation area, she saw him in a bathing suit for the first time. He was hardly as muscular as her husband Donald. He was softer and more gentle. Of course, Dolly glanced down at the bulge between his legs.
It was not a huge bulge, .as her husband had, but it did seem as if the boy's prick was hard! It seemed to throb through the material which had become shiny from the water. He'd taken a swim across the pool before Dolly had changed and come down.
"It's hot down here with all the steam and all the heat," Dolly said.
"Yeah, hot," Jimmy answered.
"Well, come on, I hardly wait to get into the whirlpool!" Dolly enthused.
"Hey, there's going to be a contest. Somebody's going to win two free tickets on a world cruise!" a voice from behind them piped up. "They're pulling the lucky winners from the cards that've come in today. They really wanna give the tickets away real bad. One of us has a chance to win!"
"Oh, that's great," Dolly said. "I may get more out of this than just a whirlpool bath," she added.
The young boy and the busty blonde entered the whirlpool slowly. Jimmy put his foot in the water to test the temperature of it. It was very" hot. Dolly walked down the wooden steps into the large whirlpool tub.
She inched her way down the steps with care. Then she just decided to go all the way. She flopped in and her huge breasts floated above the surface of the water.
The water was bubbling up out of several spickets.
"Wow! I feel it bubbling up my behind," Dolly giggled innocently as the water surged out and forcefully caressed her anus. "Come on in," she called to Jimmy.
Jimmy was still chicken. The water was too hot for him. He didn't have as much fleshy padding to protect him from the heat as Dolly did.
But Dooly took his hand and gave him a playful tug. He splashed into the water. Plop! He was all the way in and he wasn't even angry with Dolly for pulling him.
Once he managed to get in the water did feel wonderful. He let it massage his back as he immersed himself to the neck. His chin was just below the water line.
"Oh, look," Dolly smiled. "The water is bubbling up so much, I can't even see our bodies underneath it!"
"I know we're both down there," Jimmy said. "I know we both have bodies below our necks. At least, we did when we first came in here."
Dolly started giggling. She hadn't been out with a male other than her husband in over a year. It was fun. And Jimmy's youth brought out the playfulness in her.
"Let me see if I can feel you under the water," Dolly said.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, don't do that," the boy answered. He felt her foot find his foot. He felt her fingers find his belly. The rushing of the water made the entire sensation that much more fun. And wild.
It was great, but Jimmy was so excited he was afraid that he might cum right then and there. He could just imagine the cum floating up to the surface of the whirlpool, whirling around and sticking on everything.
But that didn't happen, not yet anyway. What did happen was a surprise to both Dolly and Jimmy. Dolly had become so dizzy with the heat, that she let go of her inhibitions and did what came naturally for her. She forgot all about Donald her husband. She forgot about Donald's constant warnings. She touched Jimmy's dick!
She felt the young boy-cock. She had been correct. It had been erect all the time. It was a thick piece of young meat, and it jerked slightly when she played with it under the hot, bubbling water of the whirlpool bath.
Jimmy was shy about touching Dolly under the water. He knew that nobody would be able to see him do it. The rushing water covered the bodies beneath it, and besides, nobody was in the tub but the two of them. That wasn't what bothered him.
He just didn't know if it would be right. Mrs. Pritchard was a married woman and everything. But damn, she was so inviting, and she was playing with him!
He finally summoned up enough nerve to do to her what she was doing to him. He really wanted to, and he just went ahead and did it.
He placed his hand on the pussy which Dolly had said was sore. The bathing suit had ridden way up on her cunt, exposing much of the pussy lips under the water. He started to slide his fingers under the bottom of the suit and he had her pussy in his hand.
It was the first grown-up pussy he'd ever had, and it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Aside from Dolly, there had only been Dorothy Minkin and Susanna Smith, two girls at school, but they were just little pussies.
The hot water swirling like rapids on their bodies made the feeling all the more wonderful. They both leaned back in the whirlpool bath and relaxed fully.
The only parts of them which weren't relaxed were their privates. His cock was hardly relaxed. It was stiff. And Dolly's poor pussy was juicing right in the water.
Dolly started to moan and the sound echoed through the tiled room.
"Oh, Jimmy," she said softly. "Massage my pussy with your hands. It'll feel so much better, I know it will."
"How do I do that, Mrs. Pritchard?" he asked.
She took his hand and inserted right inside the opening of her cunt. She directed his fingers to her clit.
"Just rub very gently all around the area inside the opening. Don't go too deeply. Just rub gently up and down and in little circles. Treat it lovingly and make it feel good. And please, Jimmy, don't neglect that little joy button."
He figured out what the joy button was. Each time he played with the little clit, Dolly started to moan and move her lower torso around like a bitch in heat.
Dolly's eyes began getting heavy-lidded. She let her face get closer to the boy's face. She let her lips pucker. She let the boy kiss her gently.
His tongue probed its way into her mouth. She was a married woman and he was a teenaged boy. They were in open view in a small town health club.
It was scandal material! If Donald ever found out, he'd have Dolly's ass!
Dolly was either begging for a beating by playing this sex game with young Jimmy,-or her pussy was buzzing so wildly that she had to give in to it.
Whichever the case, she was headed for trouble! Cunt trouble!
But the boy's kisses were sweeter than wine. And he was so hot for Dolly. He was filled with boy sperm, and he needed a warm place to rocket his load.
They were enjoying each other below the water and above it, too. They were feeling each other up and making the most of an early afternoon diversion.
And then Dolly heard a familiar voice. It was the voice that woke her up each morning. It was the voice of her husband, Donald Pritchard!
Dolly's baby blues opened wider than her cunt. A mirror stretched across one wall of this health club, and she could see Donald's powerful frame reflected in the glass. What was worse than that for Dolly was the fact that he was headed her way.
"Oh, my gosh!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter? Did I hurt you?" Jimmy blurted out. His hand was still inside her pussy-snatch.
"No, but if that man over there catches us, he'll sure make me hurt. It's my husband!"
That was about the worst thing that Dolly could have uttered at that moment, as far as Jimmy was concerned. He'd heard about angry husbands and what they do to naughty, cheating wives.
He'd heard about what they do to the guys, too. He took one look at the muscle bound male coming in from the locker room and he knew this wouldn't be easy.
"I'm gonna take me a dip in the pool," the man was heard to say.
The pool was just alongside the whirlpool. It was dangerously close.
Dolly held onto young Jimmy for dear life. There was no way that she could make a quick getaway this time. All she could do was keep her head just above water level, hoping that the rim of the wooden whirlpool would hide her from his sight.
She was so nervous, her teeth were chattering, even in the hot water. At a time like this, she needed to be fucked. Maybe that would relieve her tensions. She could think of nothing else.
"Fuck me, Jimmy," she rasped. "Fuck me."
"Mrs. Pritchard!" Jimmy exclaimed, "do you wanna get us both killed! It's bad enough that we're in this tub together when you're not even a member of the health club. But if your husband caught us with my cock inside of you, I don't know how we'd ever get out of here alive."
"Oh, but Jimmy, this is my one chance to do what I really want. Even if my husband is in the same room, don't I have a right to do what I want. I want your prick."
"Mrs. Pritchard, has the heat gotten to your head?" he asked, seriously.
Just then, Donald Pritchard climbed out of the swimming pool.
"You know what I love?" he yelled over to Jimmy, whose head was visible over the rim of the whirlpool while Dolly's was not.
"Uh, no, sir, what is it that you love?" Jimmy stammered.
"I love to get into a whirlpool after a swim. The pool is cool and the whirlpool is hot. That's how the Swedes keep in good health, you know. They go from hot to cold, hot to cold."
It was getting hotter and hotter for Jimmy and for Dolly. "Oh, it's not so hot in this whirlpool today. I don't think you'd like it," Jimmy said when Dolly tugged at his cock and squeezed his balls so that he'd say something, anything, to keep Donald Pritchard away from the whirlpool.
"Nonsense, young man," Donald replied laughing. "I'm coming in."
Dolly was panic-stricken. There was only one thing that she could think of to do at this moment. She simply wasn't able to face Donald and tell him anything, real or made-up, and so she did as the ostriches do. She ducked below the surface.
When Donald started to step into the whirlpool, Dolly had just gone underwater. She clung between Jimmy's legs. Her body was hidden by the bubbling of the water as it whooshed out on all sides.
She was surprised to find that the boy still had a hard-on despite all the anxiety. She was beginning to think that his prick never went down.
"You're right," Donald said. "It isn't hot enough today."
Dolly was cursing herself underwater for not realizing that her muscular husband used the health club. How in the world could she have forgotten about that? She had been foolish indeed, and her breath wasn't holding out.
Even with her expansive chest, she could only hold her breath for so long.
Just then there was an announcement over the loudspeaker.
"We've picked a winner in the sweepstakes. One of you lucky club members has won a world cruise for two on board the S.S. Noonan. And the winner is, Mr. Donald, Pritchard."
"That's me!" Donald shouted with glee. "That's me!"
He splashed out of the whirlpool, grinning happily at Jimmy and then at his face in the long wall mirror. He bounded out of the pool area and made his way toward the front desk to claim his prize.
He left not a moment too soon. Dolly, who hadn't heard any of what was going on, since she'd been underwater, came up like a seal. Her breath wouldn't hold out another moment and she had to come up and face whatever awaited her.
"Where's Donald?" she asked, her face wet and surprised.
"He's just gone out to claim his tickets on the luxury liner. You and he will be going around the world," Jimmy said, his face a blank.
"Folks, Mr. Pritchard has just claimed his prize," the voice announced over the speakers. "He says that he's going back to his office to show all the people there, and then he'll give his wife the surprise of her life."
Dolly looked at Jimmy. "Good," she said. "We have time to fuck."
Jimmy was shaking after the ordeal, but he, wasn't complaining.
"Come on with me," Dolly said, taking Jimmy by the hand and leading him from the whirlpool toward the steam room. "We'll do it in here."
They pushed open the glass door to the room and a lot of hot steam swirled out. Inside, wet steam filled the room. Again, it was nearly impossible to see what was going on, this time because the heavy steam was like thick smoke which hid everything which was more than a few inches from a person's face.
There was a bench built into the tiled wall, and Dolly was getting aggressive. She practically pushed young Jimmy down on the bench and started milking his cock with her mouth. Needless to say, the young boystick was still hard, in fact, it was harder than ever with Dolly's mouth wrapped around it, sliding up and down with lust.
The next thing Jimmy knew, Dolly had stripped off the 'too-tight bathing suit. She stretched the suit around Jimmy's neck, holding each end in a hand as she held onto his cock with her mouth.
She was bobbing back and forth lustfully. The sound of wet slurping was filling the steamy room as she sucked and sucked and sucked.
This was the first cock she had sucked besides her husband's cock. It wasn't as large as Donald's, but she didn't mind at all. It fit her mouth better than Donald's oversized rod,' and the boy made such marvelous moaning sounds, it turned her on!
Her naked breasts were bouncing back and forth in the steam-filled room as she bobbed back and forth on the boy cock. Her pussy hair was limp from the steam, and the hair on her head hung in straggles.
They were making their own steam and it was rising up from the friction of her wet mouth on his young cock.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard you really know how to suck," Jimmy groaned.
The girls in his classes at school didn't suck nearly as well as this woman.
She took her mouth off his cock for a moment because she had something to say to him. She wanted to do more than suck his cock.
"I'm working on your prick to get it good and hard. I want you to fuck me with it."
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy gasped. He wanted to. He was always afraid that he'd be scared and do something wrong when he fucked. Mrs. Pritchard had a way with him and he knew it would be just great. His cock had been rock-hard for all the time that they'd been together. He was sure that it would stay hard inside her cunt.
He was worried about one thing. Being a sales boy in the pharmacy, he knew about the problems that some people had and he didn't want to create such problems for himself or for Mrs. Pritchard.
"What about birth control?" he asked Dolly Pritchard.
This was something that she hadn't thought of. She had been trying to have a baby for the entire year of her marriage to Donald. Nothing had happened.
Donald told her that he was sure that there was nothing wrong with him. He told Doily that there must be some reason why she couldn't have a baby.
As much as Dolly wanted a child, she was afraid to confront a doctor with her problem. Many people are like that. Rather than face the problem, they ignore it. This was Dolly's typical mode of operation. Just as she had hidden from her husband by ducking below the surface of the water in the whirlpool, she avoided the tests and other inconveniences of medical examination regarding her problem.
"I can't conceive a baby," she told Jimmy. "I don't know exactly why because I haven't checked it out, but I don't produce the right hormones, or something, I guess. That makes it safe. I can't get pregnant."
Jimmy had many things to ask her about regarding that. He wondered if her husband was disappointed that she could not bear children. He wondered how she felt about it, and he hoped that she didn't feel badly.
He thought of her as more than just a cunt. He had fallen for her from the first time he laid eyes on her in the pharmacy. Many a night he would think about her, and he would imagine himself with her, kissing her, fucking her.
And now he had what he'd dreamed about. He had it all and he didn't even have to use rubbers. She was even more than he'd imagined she would be. She was panting and begging him to fuck her right there in the steam room.
He was glad that he went to a club which had a steam room for both males and females together. That was the way it was in Japan, and that was the way it should be.
He was glad that he could feel her in his arms. She was even more than he'd imagined she'd be physically as well as mentally. She was as well-constructed out of her clothes as she had seemed when she was fully dressed. In fact, her breasts were larger than they'd appeared when they were confined beneath her top.
They fleshed out over his hands as he held them.
"Oh, baby," Dolly moaned. "I thought I could resist this. I've resisted this for a long time. But it's so good. I want to go all the way. I want to sit on your cock. Let me sit on it. Let me sit on your cock, baby. Fuck me!"
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, yes, yes, yes. My cock is up for you, and it's all wet with the spit from your mouth. If your pussy feels as good as your mouth, I'll cum!"
"Yes, cum. Cum up inside my womb. Fuck me, Jimmy."
He took his stiff boy cock and held the fat thing up. It was difficult for Dolly to see it in the steamy room, but when she straddled him by placing her feet on either side of his body on the bench, she was able to direct it into her spread lips.
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard, your pussy lips feel so good. I'm sliding my prick into your pussy. I can't believe it, Mrs. Pritchard. Oh, wow!"
"Believe it, baby," Dolly rasped. "Wiggle that young piece of dick inside of my wet cavern of sex heat and we'll know that it's real."
He did just that. He wiggled his prick and held it up inside her twat. But she did most of the work. She slid up and down on his prong. Her feet were firm on the bench and she rocked and she moved up and down on his dork.
"I really want to feel your prick all over in my pussy," she cried softly. "I want to feel it deep and I want to feel it scraping against the wet walls. Oh, baby, fuck my cunt. I love the way you fuck me."
She could barely see the youth before her, but it was certainly interesting to fuck in all that mist. She rocked back and forth on his cock and it felt so damn good. She ran her fingers through the boy's hair. She pulled at his hair just to keep herself from screaming out in screams of passion arousal. The sweat dripped.
They were both hot as hell in the steamy room and Jimmy was certainly enjoying the best fuck of his young life. As for Dolly, she would be hard pressed to think of a more enjoyable fuck for her cunt. Donald was great, but this young kid was wonderful also, and in a way that excited her like crazy. No wonder her clit was red hot.
There was such danger in this fuck and that made it so exciting. First of all, if she'd been caught in a public place; it would be the end of her tail. Donald would make her ass look like a piece of raw meat after he got through with it.
But the idea that they could get caught here in the steam room made it like a scene in a sexy spy movie or something. Danger sparked orgasm in Dolly Pritchard!
"Do you think I'm too young for you?" the boy asked.
"What do you think?" Dolly moaned, rocking back and forth and sliding up and down on the shaft of his young piece of meat.
There was no need to answer. It was obvious that he was old enough to fuck her right, and in fact, she was turned on by the fact that she was several years older than he.
Age didn't matter now. All that mattered was the throbbing passion which was welling up in the connection between his body and the body of Dolly Pritchard.
The door to the steam room opened. The fuckers were in the midst of their .red hot fuck. They were really going at it, and it was hot and heavy.
Jimmy froze, despite the heat, when the door opened and a man walked in. He could tell that it was a man because when the door opened and the air from the outside dispersed the steam for a moment, he could see the outline of a muscular, broad-shouldered mass.
Dolly kept rocking back and forth on the dick," though. The steam hid her from the view of anyone who might have come in, and the feeling of Jimmy's ever-hard prick stretching her sore cunt was too much to lose. True, she had told Jimmy that her pussy was sore. It was. But Jimmy was giving her the best remedy anyone could think of for an aching pussy. He was giving her a loving hot fuck!
"I'm so happy I could just go out and fuck the world," a man's voice said through the steam. "Wait'll Dolly hears that we've won a cruise."
Gulp! Donald hadn't run right off to work. He was hanging around the health club for a while longer. He was in the very same steam room in which his wife was at the moment. His cheating wife was riding a young boy's cock.
Fate had helped them avoid the worst earlier in the afternoon out in the whirlpool. But could they actually escape the eagle eye of Donald Pritchard now that Dolly was bouncing on Jimmy's prick there in the very same steam room?
"I gave my wife a call to tell her the news, but she must've been out doing the shopping," Donald Pritchard said. He didn't even know who he was talking to, but Jimmy sure knew. Jimmy had a lump in his throat because of the lump which was lodged in Dolly's pussy. He knew what Dolly had been out shopping for.
She'd picked up his boy dick!
Donald sat himself down a few feet away from the fuckers. The steam hid the sight of Donald's wife with her cunt holding Jimmy's cock.
Dolly had enough sense to stop bouncing up and down on the thing. She just stayed with her cunt down deep on the dork. It felt so good filling her like that, and it pressed into, her cunt walls when she rocked from side to side.
"Are we alone in here, kid?" Donald asked Jimmy.
"Uh, sure, sure. Of course we're alone. Why?" Jimmy said.
"Well, if we're alone we can talk some man talk. I wouldn't wanna offend any ladies, and sometimes ladies stick it out in here. 'Course, it's a little bit hot in this steam room for ladies. I always think that any bitches who stay in this room are just that; bitches."
This was interesting for Dolly to hear. She didn't say a word, of course. She only held Jimmy close and tried to calm his fluttering nerves with her caresses.
He was nervous, but his dick was still hard and he knew that he had to go along with whatever fate had to offer at this point. He had to hope for the best.
"Oh yeah, well what is it you wanna talk about?" Jimmy asked.
"Aw, my wife. I think she's been cheatin' on me," Donald said.
"Really? What makes you think that?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh, I don't know. A guy just gets a feeling about that kind of thing. You're too young to know about that. You're not married yet, are you?"
"No, sir. I'm eighteen years old, going on nineteen. I'm not married yet, sir. In fact, I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Well, it's a big thing being married. You'll find out."
"Yeah, well," Jimmy said with much curiosity, "what would you do if you found out for sure that your wife really was cheating on you?"
"She's been warned about what I'd do. I'd beat her black and blue. She wouldn't sit down for a week, I swear," Donald insisted sharply.
"Oh," the boy said with a gulp. "And what about the guy? What if you found him in the midst of fucking your wife or something like that."
"I'd knock his fucking teeth out. Then I'd, oh, I don't know. I think I'd better forget about all that. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. Besides, this boat trip I just won will do a world of good for us both. Maybe it'll help Dolly relax enough to have a kid. A woman should give a man a baby, don't you think so?"
"Uh, yes, sir, I agree with you," Jimmy said. "A ship cruise is good for that. It sometimes helps. Sometimes a woman is just too nervous. She needs a nice long voyage out on the sea to relax her pussy muscles, I guess."
Dolly clamped her cuntal muscles tightly around Jimmy's shaft. When she heard his remark she also snaked her head up to his breast and gave it a bite.
"Ouch!" Jimmy yelped.
"What was that, son?" Mr. Pritchard asked.
"Oh, nothing. I just burned my bottom on the hot bench," he said.
"Well, young man," Donald Pritchard said, getting up from the bench, "I hope that someday you find a cunt as warm and wet and deep and tight as the beautiful pussy of my hot-clitted wife. I hope you find it soon."
"Thank you, sir," Jimmy said, as he pressed his prick into the very cunt of which the muscleman spoke. "Thanks a lot for everything and congratulations on the trip."
"You bet!" Donald Pritchard replied.
When he closed the door Dolly's cunt showed Jimmy how happy she was.
She pushed herself all the way down on his boy cock, and even stuffed his balls into the opening of her hole.
"You were wonderful!" she giggled.
"Not as wonderful as I'm gonna be in your cunt," he told her.
"Oh, yes, baby, give it to me that sweet, gentle way of yours," Dolly moaned.
"No way^ baby!" Jimmy snapped, suddenly turning the tables. "You're a real fucking bitch, you know that?"
"Jimmy, what do you mean? How can you talk to me that way?" Dolly gasped.
"You're a slut, that's all there is to it. What kind of woman rides a nineteen-year-old prick in the steam room of a health club while her husband sits in there with them? You deserve to be beaten, baby. You deserve the whipping your husband is gonna give you when he finds out."
"But he won't ever have to find out," Dolly said, whimpering.
"For your sake I hope he never does," Jimmy replied. "But for now, I'm gonna give you a fucking that'll really have your cunt sore."
He placed his hands on Dolly's full buttocks. He lifted her with his hands while he turned her over so that she was flat on her back on the bench. His cock never left the warm womb of her pussy while he did this.
"Wrap your flirty legs around me and take it," Jimmy snapped.
"Oh, Jimmy, please go gentle. My pussy is sore now and I just know that my husband will really give it to me later, especially now that he's won the sweepstakes."
"Tough luck, slut," Jimmy said. All of his anger was up. He could have been killed because of Dolly's ways. He knew that if Donald had seen through the steam, it would have been the end for him.
"Ow, ow, ow, ah, oh," Dolly cried as the boy used his nineteen-year-old prick as a weapon in her cunt. He was ramming her. He was really giving it to her.
"Whores that cheat on their husbands deserve to take it like this. You heard how happy your husband is with your cunt. You heard him say it. Well, you should be horsewhipped. I'm not going to do it, because it would leave marks and then I'd get in trouble. Not that you'd care. You just like to get screwed, that's all."
"You're wrong, Jimmy, you're wrong. I like you as a person. I love my husband, too. But I'm a passionate woman, Jimmy. I need it from more than one man. I need a lot of it. I need it all the time."
"Yeah, slut, take it."
Jimmy didn't even think that he had this power in him. He didn't think that he could ever treat a woman this way, especially one as beautiful as Dolly Pritchard.
But her brazen attitude regarding fucking in front of her husband struck a note in his being. He couldn't tolerate it. He sided with her husband. He believed that any woman who did such a thing should be beaten.
He, after all, was a young male, and as a male, he understood that side of the picture. He wasn't going to beat her because he wasn't married to her. But he was going to get his rocks off in her cunt by giving her a hard fuck which threw pain into her twat. She deserved it and it would make him cum fast.
Jimmy slam-fucked her naughty cunt the way Donald had bumped her pussy the night before. Donald had even screwed her that very morning, so it was no wonder her pussy was bruised. It would really carry the pain of this fucking after Jimmy was done.
Dolly could hardly breathe between the fucking of the teenager and the heavy steam which consumed her. She realized that even if other people came into the steam room at this point in the fucking, it would be unlikely that Jimmy would cease his relentless and merciless plowing of his boner in her cuntal pudding.
The spongy vagina took all the blows. She had no choice.
It was like a beating. Instead of beating her with a belt, Jimmy was beating her with his cock. He was beating his anger into her cunt and every stroke was as much a punishment as it would have been had he been giving it to her with a belt across her ass.
"Take it, Mrs. Pritchard, take it," the boy said in a strangled voice. His voice was strangled with fever. He was getting ready to blast. His nuts tingled as if there were a thousand tiny pins pricking each nut. His dick was on fire and it was searing, the cunt walls of Dolly Pritchard.
He was fucking her so hard she thought her hips would split apart. She was so exhausted, she could hardly keep her legs open.
But his plunging prick took care of that. There was no way she could avoid the beating of his cock into her cunt.
The deep thrusts to the depths of her cuntal cavern, combined with the scraping of her clit and the friction on her pussy lips, brought her to her climax.
"Oh, Jimmy, you're killing me with your prick and it's making me cum."
"I knew you liked it hard and hurtin', Mrs. Pritchard. I knew that would make you cum. You were cruising for a bruising. That's why you provoked your husband. If he'd caught you, you would have taken a whipping right herb in the steam room.
"So instead you're taking my cunt whipping. Oh, ah, Mrs. Pritchard. I'm cumming, too!"
Her cuntal spasms and convulsions triggered his orgasm when her twat walls massaged his dick like crazy.
For some reason, the steam in the room stopped pouring through the spickets, and the steam dispersed, leaving the two fuckers in pools of sweat.
A pool of boy-jizz was lodged inside Dolly's cunt.
She licked the boy's face with her wet tongue muscle.
"Thank you for punishing me," she sighed. "I needed that."
"Yeah, well, I think you'd better get home before your husband does. I know he'll beat you if you come home late."
"I don't know how I'd take anything more," she sighed.
But of course, there would much more for Dolly Pritchard to endure. She was a cheating wife, and she'd have to pay. For now, she let the hot spunk of the young boy fill her hot pussy. His sperm swam into her womb.