Chapter 1
Linda Lewis sprawled her leggy body in the chrome and plastic kitchen chair and sipped her third cup of morning coffee. She was tall, with brown eyes, long blond hair and a big, voluptuous body that stopped traffic. Her husband, Herb, had been a varsity fullback at the college where they had met, and everybody on campus had ogled and envied them as the perfect match for each other.
That was in college, thought Linda ruefully. Times had changed. Sure, Herb had made them lots of money with his tool and die business and his easy sales ability. They had two Cadillacs, this big suburban house with its backyard full of tall elms, and a kitchen shiny with every appliance money could buy, but that wasn't enough. For the last three months Herb had hardly touched her.
He claimed that he was too tired, too worried about business during these recession times, and at first she believed him and tried pampering him. But he managed to be late for most of her candlelight suppers and hardly noticed her new, ultra-sheer beige negligee.
Linda took a sip of her coffee. It was only lukewarm now. Suddenly she heard a man's whistle. It startled her.
"Laundry man," said a bold, male voice through the screen door of the kitchen.
"Come on in," Linda stood up and smiled. "Where's old Mr. Thatcher?" She gave the tall, red-headed teenager in front of her an appreciative look from head to toe, lingering curiously at his crotch.
"He's on vacation. I'm replacing him," he added cockily.
"I can see that." She looked at her watch. "You're late too, aren't you?" She could see his eyes widen as he took in her full, firm tits and flared, sensual hips. She even detected a sudden shift in the shape of his crotch. He blushed slightly at her stare and shifted his weight onto his other foot.
"I don't know the route too well yet. Sorry."
"Well, put it down on the kitchen table over there." He nodded and padded across the room in his sneakers. She gave his hard boy's ass a long look. She liked the way it filled out his jeans, just right. He put the box down on the table and turned to face her.
"You have anything to go out?" He looked at her nervously still, but it was obvious he couldn't keep his eyes off her body.
Linda smiled as she realized that she'd left Herb's shirts in a pile in the bedroom upstairs. How convenient.
"You look like you could use a beer. Interested?"
A broad grin spread over the teenager's freckled face.
"Sure, would."
Linda felt his hot eyes on her long, slender back and firm rump as she ambled toward the refrigerator. This is more like it, she thought to herself. She opened the fridge and bent down seductively to grab hold of an ice cold can of beer. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his crotch suddenly give a jerk and the pole of his prick lengthen out visibly.
Last year she had turned thirty. She hadn't thought much of it at the time because her sex life with Herb had been going strong. Recently, though, she had wondered whether ten years of marriage had made her lose her appeal.
Obviously they hadn't.
She straightened up and turned to face a raging teenage hard-on and a red face.
"Here's your beer," she said, flipping off the tab and handing it to him. "The shirts are in a pile upstairs. Why don't you just follow me up there?"
The teenager reached for the beer, then almost dropped it when he heard Linda's suggestion.
She didn't wait for an answer, just turned and headed out of the kitchen and toward the stairs leading up from the front hallway. The kid padded after her like a puppy dog.
Linda preceded him up the stairs and gave her firm, but ample rump an easy, rolling twist that was aimed to get that teenage prick stiff and ready.
"I... I guess your husband's not home," muttered the kid as he followed Linda into the bedroom.
She turned and eyed him appreciatively.
"Oh, I don't think it'd matter much even if he was."
"You mean he's queer or something?" the kid blurted out. Linda gave him a grin and sat down on the unmade bed, kicking off her loafers.
"No, that's not what I mean. Are you queer?"
"Shit, no," he replied, turning beet-red.
"I didn't think so, not by the looks of your jeans." She lay back on the bed and gave a theatrical sigh. "I'm afraid my husband has a problem and just can't satisfy a woman anymore," she said without looking him in the eye. "Why don't you come over here and sit down."
Linda wondered whether she was being too gross, but she was afraid that subtlety would be lost on a kid that age. In any case, before she had time to think much further, the kid sat himself down on the springy bed, took a long sip of beer, then put it down on the floor and lay back.
In seconds Linda had his checkered shirt unbuttoned and was running her eager hands over his chest. She pulled herself up on top of him and pressed her lips against his. They were soft and young, not like a real man's lips, but they turned her on. Her tongue flicked out and thrust into his mouth. His eyes were shut tight.
Gradually he got over his first embarrassment at her boldness and began feeling over her willowy back and then explored that rich flesh of her ass. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his male hands on her. It was almost a sight of relief.
His dick jerked under her belly as she lay on top of him^exploring his mouth with her hot tongue. Soon his tongue was poking inside of hers. She drew in her own tongue and sucked his.
The feel of his eager tongue between her lips only made her lust for one thing. She was in no mood to play up to male vanity by letting him get around to whatever he felt like doing. She'd been hot for a man too long now.
Before the kid knew what was happening to him, she had his shirt stripped off him, his jeans unbuckled and unzipped and was lapping hungrily down his stomach. Her hot tongue paused at his navel and licked around while she pulled his prick out of his jeans. She raised herself up slightly so she could take a look at it.
It was very long and lean and circumcised. Already the slit in the bulb oozed clear liquid. She stuck out her tongue and licked off the droplet. It tasted young and sweet. None of the rich strength of Herb's mammoth tool.
In seconds she had the eager prick sliding down her hot throat. She could hear the kid groan softly with pleasure as she swallowed his lean shaft down until she licked his amazingly big balls with her tongue.
When she'd had enough of sucking the teenager's prick, she sat up and pulled her jersey up over her head. Her fair fell back down over her shoulders in a cascade. She reached behind and freed her tits from the snowy white bra and threw it on the floor on top of her jersey already lying on the floor.
The kid's eyes widened and his prick jerked forward wildly as he drank in the sight of her large white tits with their big pink nipples already stiff and pointed. He reached up and boldly grabbed hold of the rich, fleshy mounds.
Linda's hand reached down and stroked his prick as she leaned forward enough so that he could suck her nipples, first one then the other, into his hot mouth. The feel of his clenched lips and the short, quick licking of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Her hands reached down under her skirt and pressed against the sheer nylon of her panties.
When the teenager started panting and his prick became extra hard in her stroking hand, she let go and stood up.
"Wow," he gasped. Just as she thought, he was almost ready to shoot his load. She droppedjier" skirt, then slipped her panties dowrilfer smooth rich thighs. The blond bush of her pubic hair appeared over the waistband then sprang free as her panties joined her skirt around her ankles.
"Would you like to lick me here?" she asked moving a slender finger down through the hairy thicket and between the moist folds of her pussy.
The kid nodded, tongue-tied. Linda got back up on the bed, straddling the long male body. As her thighs passed over his dick, she let the raging red bulb of its head rub against the wet pussy lips. The kid groaned softly and reached for her soft round hips.
Without wasting any more time, she gave him just what he wanted. She spread her thighs and pivoted her pussy up so that she could rub it slowly against his lips. The boy moaned and his tongue shot out of his mouth and licked the thick folds of her cunt. In seconds all the short blond hairs were plastered down to the rich lips of her pussy. She rubbed her crotch over his mouth, then up to his nose, back to his mouth, then onto his chin. His tongue hung, panting out of his mouth, as he licked up her juices.
Slowly she brought her large twat straight down on his mouth. His hands reached up and grabbed hold of her tits. His tongue lunged deep into the tunnel of her vagina and began churning, then thrusting in and out of the slick, tight hole.
"Oh, yeah, hon, lick it deep and . . . oh, yeah," she sighed as his tongue pricked at the stiff nub of her clit. She grabbed hold of his head and pressed his mouth hard against her pussy. His tongue shot deeper inside her as her fingers imbedded themselves in his shock of thick red hair. She ground her hips and shivered at the ripples of pleasure his hot young tongue set off deep inside her vagina.
She looked down to see his cheeks dripping with her gushing cunt juices. Then she reached behind her and grabbed his tense, stiff pole. It throbbed suddenly in her hand. She let go of it quickly, afraid he would suddenly come. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
For a minute she didn't know whether she wanted to eat up his dick again or thrust it into her cunt, but on second thought, she knew exactly what she wanted.
She freed her pussy from his tongue and edged down the bed. The kid's eyes fluttered open, then he grinned as she grabbed hold of his prick, aimed it at the slick lips of her cut then shoved it in deep and sat her full weight down on his groin. The long shaft shot deep up her tunnel until his balls rubbed against the fleshy cheeks of her ass.
She clenched her vaginal muscles and watched the look of surprise sweep over his freckled face.
Then she started humping, feeling the long shaft poke deep into her, thrusting and rubbing against the excited walls of her cunt. Each long stroke sent shivers deep inside her that shot up her spine. Every inch of her ripe, blond flesh rippled with pleasure. The kid began fucking, pivoting his lean hips and shoving his groin up to smack against her juice-drenched pussy. Their pubic hair- his flaming red tangle and her blond bush- mingled and got malted down from the wet slipperiness of their sex organs.
His hands grabbed wildly at her sex-ripe flesh as he jabbed his long dick faster and harder between her smacking cunt lips. Linda reveled in the feel of his big young hands stroking, rubbing and tugging at her aroused body. The flush on his face and glazed look in his eyes drove her to a fever pitch.
"Oh, fuck that cunt harder. Let me feel every inch," she gasped, tightening her slippery twat down on his jerking pole. Before she knew it, she was out of control, grunting and moaning with every fuck. Every inch of her vagina reacted with ripples of white-hot pleasure. She was riding high on a razor-edged wave.
Then suddenly it exploded. The wave broke, shaking her whole body into a rip tide of orgasm. All the times she had missed coming for months, .all the pent up sex, exploded and came to the surface in a split second. Her flesh was slick with sweat. Hoarse cries ripped from her throat just as the kid grabbed her by her round hips, slammed her convulsing twat down to his groin and splattered a hot load of cum deep inside her belly.
His hot young pole jerked wildly, shooting off over and over, flexing and unflexing, throbbing and smacking against the walls of her pussy. The peak of her orgasm seemed like it would never end. She had to stifle an urge to scream as best she could. She shook her big tits and ground her crotch against his thrusting groin.
Then, panting heavily, the kid's cock began to slow down and recede. The red-hot peak of her orgasm broke. She rocked her pussy lips so they could rub back and forth against his coarse crotch hairs. And gradually settled down from the fever-pitched high. It was like a leaf floating slowly to the ground.
"Goddamn, what a fuck!" She knew the words were crude, but it fitted the hard, fast lust of their sex perfectly. The kid beamed and sighed.
"You're the first real woman I ever made it with. It's a real difference from young chicks. Jesus!"
Linda laughed and bent down to give him a big wet kiss on the mouth.
"Well, you certainly fuck a hell of a lot better than a lot of grown men I can think of. You'll make some girl a dream lover."
She noticed suddenly that a look of sadness had come over his face. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment. Then it dawned on Linda that he was hoping to make a habit of this. She sighed and smiled.
"We'll see each other again. But I am married, you know, even if my husband is next to invisible these days. Now smile." She ran her slender finger over his tender lips, and a grin broke out from ear to ear. "That's better."
All at once Linda heard the back screen door slam. "Jesus, I forgot to lock the back door!" She scrambled to her feet and both of them started hastily pulling on their clothes.
"Linda, where are you, hon?" shouted Sue's big voice.
"I'll be down in a minute, Sue. Heat up some coffee," yelled back Linda. "I hope to God she stays downstairs," she added to the kid. His face was bleached white now, and she thought she noticed his legs shaking. "Don't worry. It's only my next door neighbor, Sue. She's my best friend. Count on it," she winked. The kid grinned nervously and buckled his belt without saying another word.
Linda and the kid were about to leave the bedroom when he said, "You never asked me my name," Linda stopped and turned to him. And women are supposed to be the sentimental ones, she thought as she put this tidbit into her file marked "Men."
"I'm sorry. I was just so turned on I forgot to ask," she said smoothly and gently, hugging him. "Tell me. Please?"
"It's Pete," he said laconically, then grabbed her in his arms and gave her a long romantic kiss on the mouth. She stroked his back like a kitten. Inwardly she sighed and told herself she'd have to be careful with this boy-man Pete.
Sue's eyes popped open wide as she saw Linda and Pete come into the kitchen, Pete's arms loaded down with shirts.
"I forgot and left them upstairs," stated Linda with a look of warning to Sue. Pete's face was red, and he looked painfully awkward.
"I've gotta go," he said abruptly and popped out the kitchen door before either woman could do or say anything. The van started up, and Pete was out of the driveway before they both suddenly broke into gales of laughter.
"What's with the kid?" said Sue when she had caught her breath.
"That's a long story."
Sue's eyebrows arched inquisitively. "Oh?"
"Sit down, Sue. And have that cup of coffee. I need somebody to talk to."
Sue sat opposite Linda at the kitchen table with her chin propped up on her hands, elbows on the table top. She was all ears . . . and eyes. She'd admired, in fact, she'd practically worshipped Linda ever since the big blond woman had moved in next door two years before. Often she'd dreamed that Linda and she were all alone in a small, comfy bedroom in a cottage lost somewhere in the woods. They'd curl up together and sleep in each other's arms, and Sue would feel as if everything in the world was perfect and complete. Nothing could harm her while she was in Linda's arms.
But the daytime Sue was an entirely different kind of woman. Sue was sturdy, but small, with shining black eyes, lustrous brown hair cut boyishly short. She had none of the big voluptuousness of Linda. Her breasts were firm, but smallish, and her hips were slender enough to slip comfortably into boy's jeans.
Quick-tongued, efficient, a bundle of energy, she was the rocklike foundation of her home. Her husband Bill was thin and nervous and often sick. He was an accountant and made good money, but away from his figures, he was a small boy. They had two young children, a boy and a girl, four and five respectively. Sue was sunshine and security for them all.
"What's up?" asked Sue nervously. "You may bite my head off, but it looked to me like you had just laid that kid."
"Sexy little hunk, isn't he?"
"Linda!" Sue interrupted. "I don't believe you. What's with you and Herb? You look like the hottest couple on the block."
"Well you can put that all in the past tense," replied Linda firmly.
A few months ago, you would have been dead right, though, thought Linda. As she started telling Sue how things really were now, she couldn't help remembermg the last really hot time she and Herb had fucked.
One of the reasons they'd never had children was so that they could make it anytime, anywhere in the house. One Saturday morning Linda had been down in the kitchen as usual dressed only in her frilly nightgown, the sheer one which revealed the hot thrust of her big tits and the round fullness of her ass. She had been absent-mindedly frying Herb's eggs.
Suddenly a strong pair of male arms were around her, and Herb's stiff prick slid against her ass.
Linda gasped, then whispered, "Let me turn off the gas," as she stepped back with Herb passionately working at her large tits with his fingers. His mouth was too busy licking her neck and shoulders to talk. He squeezed and stroked the suddenly stiff nipples as he ground his big cock and balls against her rich ass.
Feeling behind her, Linda realized that Herb was stark naked. She loosened her nightgown and let it slip off her shoulders and down her body to her feet. All the while her back was to Herb. He nibbed at her ears, pushing her long blond hair back, then licked down her willowy back and onto her creamy rump.
He grabbed hold of her hips, kneeled down and licked between the cheeks of her ass with his long tongue stuck far out of his mouth. He lapped again. "That steamy, hot pussy of yours, baby ... I just wanna suck it up," he hissed. He licked back into her ass, then up and over the short, curly blond hairs sprouting from her pussy. She sucked in her breath as his tongue poker into her cunt.
Herb pushed her legs wider apart and licked all over the soft folds of flesh until they were drenched with his saliva and her fast flowing juices. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking his cheeks, as his lips smacked and sucked at her tight twat. From between her thighs his head, then his shoulders and finally his whole body squeezed through as his mouth sucked and licked up from her hot crotch toward her deep-set navel.
At last she could grab hold of his thick muscled body. She clutched his broad shoulders, bent down and stroked her hands down his tapering back and onto his solid hairy ass. When he sucked down on her tits she was able to grab hold of his cock and play with his heavy balls. Suddenly she couldn't control her lust any longer. As his lips nibbled and pulled at her big nipples, she shoved his prick between her pussy lips, then grabbed hold of his ass and shoved the shaft up her all the way.
With his broad back arched so that he could suck her tits and fuck her slippery cunt at the same time, the two of them grunted and sighed and licked at each other.
The way Herb had come at her, the suddenness, had Linda rip-roaring hot in minutes. The feel of his rock-hard pole thrusting in and out of her and the feel of his big, hard body in her arms was too much for her to keep any control over herself.
"I'm coming, Herb," she'd gasped. He released her hot tit from between his lips with a smacking sound and groaned, "Not yet, baby." And then he pulled his dick out of her wet, contracting tunnel and eased her toward the kitchen table.
"I want to have you the way I first saw you this morning, honey," he stated hoarsely. Before she knew exactly what he meant by that, he had her bent over the table and his hot tongue was licking its way between the creamy white cheeks of her ass. He dropped to his knees and spread the two mounds of ripe flesh. The little pucker hole of her ass lay exposed. He jabbed at it with the tip of his tongue and it opened slightly. Then he prodded his tongue straight in. Linda gasped.
Herb stood up and grabbed hold of her round, ultra-feminine hips. His long thick prick waved and jerked in the air. He spread her ass cheeks, aimed and shoved his stiff pole straight into Linda's ass. She let out a short howl of pain, which ended abruptly as his fingers prodded underneath and entered the juicy wetness of her twat. His big hands oii her ass and cunt, he gyrated his thick tool around in her asshole and then began fucking in earnest.
His balls slapped against her rich ass cheeks as he built up speed. Every stroke ripped her wide open and freed a whole new explosion of sensations in her body. She moaned with pleasure. Her hair hung in a veil over her face and swept against the smooth, hard surface of the kitchen table.
With a sudden yank, Herb pulled out his rearing dick, spread his legs to lower his prick and pulled Linda's ass up high in the air. He poked his prick between her dripping cunt lips, then shoved it in all the way. Linda howled with pleasure.
His sweat dripped onto her slender back as he picked up fucking speed. Every thrust of his thick prick sent shivers up her spine. His fingers began clutching and pulling at her big tits and nipples. His balls slapped against her full, rich rump.
"Oh, Herb, I'm . . ." she had had time to gasp when a shudder went through her, her cunt contracted, gushed and her whole body shivered to a high, hot peak, then came. Her pussy felt each red-hot stab of his fast-fucking prick as she rode out on a long, searing orgasm. Her mouth hung open, her cunt gushed with cum juices as Herb's chest pressed down on her back and he grunted, "I'm gonna shoot," just as his cock lunged inside her and spurted his cum.
And after that hot kitchen fuck, nothing. Nothing for months. "I can't live like that," she announced to Sue firmly as she idly tapped the very same table top.
"Hell, why not go out and fuck twenty or thirty men!" blurted out Sue vehemently. Her anger was in direct proportion to how much she yearned to lick all over Linda's big, leggy body.
Suddenly the kitchen door was pushed open. It was Sue's little girl, and she was rubbing her eyes and sniffling.
"Mommy, Jimmy just showed me something awful. Mommy, Mommy, he has this ... he has a thing that gets all hard ... and he was making me feel it and rub it all over... "
Sue reached out and little Sue ran into her arms and hid her face in her lap.
"You see what a problem men are . . . even when they're only four." Both women started laughing at Linda's wry comment.
"Don't laugh, Mommy," sobbed little Sue. "It's not funny."
"Okay, sweetie, we're sorry. We know how bad you feel, but it's all over. I'll talk to Jimmy later, but you know he's younger than you and doesn't know any better yet." Sue grinned and winked at Linda. "It's her first exposure to the male rape instinct," shrugged Sue.
"I should be so lucky," snapped back Linda with a broad grin. "And I intend to be. I'm going out job hunting."