Chapter 1
Bette Gates had a red brick mansion all to herself, a swimming pool, two cars, every conceivable household luxury, and two hundred thousand dollars in the bank. None of it was doing her any good. All she really cared about these days was getting laid.
On a hot August afternoon Bette was pacing back and forth in her living room, so horny she could have died. Her husband Len had passed on just a month ago, and she wondered if she could survive without him. Len had been a masterful lover, the most exciting man she'd ever fucked. Their five years of marriage had been one long sexual feast.
And now, suddenly, she had no one. Bette hadn't realized how naturally lusty she was, how powerful her needs were, until Len was gone. She felt ready to scream with sexual frustration. The solution, of course, was to go out and find a man-but how? She was out of practice, didn't know where to begin. And she wondered if anyone would be interested in a woman her age.
She decided to take a very honest look at herself. Marching to the master bedroom, she quickly stripped naked and stood before the full-length mirror. She saw a tall blonde woman, wavy golden hair hanging to her shoulders, who didn't look her forty years. Bette liked what she saw.
Her legs were long and good, her body firm and beautifully curved. Her tits were as good as ever. The size of small watermelons, they thrust out perfectly firm, without a sag or a wrinkle. Her large conical nipples were a luscious light pink. She knew her tits were enticing, and so was her thick, lush bush of golden curls, which covered the whole lower half of her belly.
Yes, there was no question that Bette was still a very attractive woman, but that didn't solve her urgent and immediate problem-how to find a lover. She had her pride, and she didn't want to go around picking up men in bars or joining lonely hearts clubs. Still she couldn't deny her aching need for a good stiff cock.
"Damn it all," she muttered to herself. "I'm horny. I can't take much more of this."
Her thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Bette leaped for the closet and grabbed the first robe she found. Hastily tying the robe, she hurried to the front door. Opening it, she discovered a handsome teenage boy carrying a bag of newspapers and a clipboard. He flashed her a big smile.
"Mrs. Gates?" the boy inquired.
"Yes," Bette said, "I'm Mrs. Gates. I don't believe we've met before."
"No, ma'am, we haven't," he said. "I'm Ronny, your new paperboy, and I'm collecting."
"I see," Bette said. "I don't have my purse handy, Ronny. Will you come in and wait?"
"Sure," he said, "no problem. This is my last collection for today."
Bette made the boy comfortable in the living room and brought him a Coke. He was a damned attractive kid, about sixteen, slim and tan, with long brown hair. As Bette went to the bedroom to get him his money, lusty thoughts came into her mind. She tried to push them away, with no success. This Ronny, would he be as incessantly horny as most teenage boys?
Bette knew there was a very good chance that she could fuck the kid.
Objections sprang to her mind-he was so young, young enough to be her own son, and she was a decent respectable widow. But the objections were nothing compared to the raging need in her pussy. She honestly felt that if she didn't get fucked very, very soon, she'd go crazy. Her famished slit felt scorching hot and painfully swollen. This was a chance to do something about it!
Confused and achingly lusty, Bette returned to the living room and handed Ronny his money, then sat down next to him on the couch-so close that she could feel the heat of his thighs. He sneaked a quick glance at her mature, big-titted figure, and she knew he found her attractive. She was glad she'd grabbed this particular robe. It was semisheer, giving the boy a tantalizing view.
She turned her body to face him, knowing he could see the dark outline of her nipples and bush. Ronny's eyes swept up and down her body, and he flushed a little. He could barely force himself to look away. She eyed the crotch of his skin-tight jeans. There was a large soft bulge there. She found herself wondering how big his cock was.
"Are you new in town, Ronny?" she said huskily.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, "just moved here from Seattle."
"Then you haven't had a chance to, meet any girls yet?" Bette smiled.
Ronny sighed loudly. "Aw, I never meet any girls," he said. "I guess I'm too shy or something. They just don't seem interested in me."
"I'm interested in you, Ronny," Bette said, moving closer, touching her thigh to his.
He gawked at her, then blushed beet red. "You are?" he said.
"Yes," Bette said, her voice getting hoarse with a need. "You see, my husband passed away just a month ago, and I'm feeling very lonely. It's very hard for me to be without a man. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ronny was too excited to speak. He just nodded his head and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Bette leaned forward till their lips were almost touching, letting him inhale the seductive perfume she was wearing, letting him look down the low-cut neck of her robe and ogle the ripe cleavage of her big tits. The boy gave a low moan, then kissed her.
She could tell he'd never kissed anybody before, and she helped him out, moving her red-glossed lips sensuously against his, wriggling her hot little tongue into his mouth. Ronny moaned again and slipped his arms around her, pulling her close so that her nipples, rigid with lust, pressed hard against his chest. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and Betty felt a dizzying rush of lust.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Hot juice flooded from her famished cunt mouth, soaking her thighs and the back of her robe. She was committed now-she just had to have this boy. She drew back, breaking the kiss, and took Ronny's hands, setting them on her large thrusting tits. She could feel the moist heat of his palms through the thin cloth of her robe. He looked at her eagerly but didn't move.
"It's all right, Ronny," she said hoarsely, "you can play with my tits."
He squeezed and released her hotly throbbing tits, and another scalding rush of pussy cream soaked her thighs. She leaned back against the couch and let the boy fondle her huge sensitive tits. Hot waves of pleasure coursed down her body, from tits to pussy, making her shiver and sigh. Even during her most exciting moments with Len, she'd never felt this achingly horny.
"Take down my robe, Ronny," she breathed.
The boy was eager but terribly clumsy. He fumbled with the belt of her robe and finally got it untied. His hands were scorching and sweaty as he slipped the robe down off her shoulders and arms, leaving her naked to the waist. His eyes got huge when he saw her firm melon-size tits and rigid pink nipples. Moaning, he began to squeeze big fistfuls of hot silky tit flesh. Bette quivered with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh, that feels so nice, Ronny," she moaned.
Her cunt was gushing steadily now, the scalding syrup soaking through her robe and puddling on the couch. She began to flush pink all over as her arousal reached fever pitch. She glanced at the fly of Ronny's jeans. That bulge wasn't soft any more, and it was a lot bigger. Just looking at his ballooning hard-on almost made her come.
"You've never fucked a girl before, have you, Ronny?" she panted.
"No," he admitted, "but I'd sure like to try it."
"Then fuck me, dear," Bette said. "I need it very badly."
He drew back and stared at her open-mouthed, not believing what he'd heard. It probably sounded too good to be true. Bette saw that she was going to have to make all the moves with this inexperienced teenager. Smiling, she stood up and removed her robe completely. Ronny's lust-glazed eyes shot to her big thick patch of blonde pussy curls.
"Stand up, dear, and I'll help you undress," Bette said.
He got up shakily, dizzy with excitement. She helped him out of his sneakers and socks, then tugged off his t-shirt. His chest was tan, smooth and hairless. Her hands began to shake with lust as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She tugged down his jeans and helped him to step out of them. He wasn't wearing shorts. Bette's eyes locked hungrily on his cock.
The kid was gorgeously hung. His prick was about six inches long and quite thick, capped with a big knob of dark red gleaming flesh. His handsome young cock stood up rigid and engorged, hugging his flat belly. He had a small patch of dark wiry cock hairs, but his swollen nut sacs were hairless. While he stood there blushing, Bette feasted her eyes on his prick and balls.
But her lust was too urgent to allow much looking. She said hoarsely, "Let's go into the bedroom, dear. We'll be more comfortable there."
"Yes, Ma'am," Ronny said, finally recovering his voice.
Bette led the way, knowing he was ogling the small firm globes of her ass. She wondered if he could also see the thick rivers of pussy juice coursing down her inner thighs. Would he even know what the stuff was? She had to keep in mind that she was about to fuck a teenage virgin. She'd have to lead the way in everything.
She walked into the master bedroom and stretched out on the king-size bed, opening her legs wide. Ronny shyly slid onto the bed beside her, sneaking glances between her thighs. Bette didn't mind him looking, but she simply couldn't wait another second to relief the raging need in her pussy. She opened her arms to the boy and pulled him on top of her. He sank down between her legs, and she moaned as she felt his hot rigid cock nudging her swollen gash.
"Put your cock in me, Ronny," she moaned. "Fuck me."
He turned beet red and croaked, "Where? Aw, shit, I'm sorry, Mrs. Gates, but I never did this before."
"I'll help you," Bette panted.
She reached down between them and grabbed his cock. It was deliciously hot and silky, fun to touch, but she was too urgently horny to enjoy it. She w-edged his hard knobby cock head into the steaming wet hollow of her cunt mouth and groaned with lusty excitement. She hadn't been fucked in over a month, and her need was desperate. She let go of his cock and slammed her fever-hot pussy upward, forcing his thick meat about an inch into her cunt.
"Now shove your cock all the way into me, Ronny," she gasped.
He shoved hard. "Ahhhhhhh," he moaned, "it's so hot in there. Shit, it feels great."
He seemed content to just lie there, his cock sheathed to the balls in her seething juicy fuck hole, savoring the loss of his cherry. But Bette couldn't hold still. She began jerking her hips in a frantic humping motion, desperate for some red-hot friction between cock and cunt. She dug her fingers into the boy's small taut ass, urging him into movement.
"Move your cock in me, Ronny," she gasped, "move it up and down. Ahhhhhhhh, yes, that's it."
He started out clumsily, almost popping his rigid young prick out of her slick pussy hole, but soon he got the idea and was fucking her in a hard steady rhythm. Bette moaned with ecstasy and flooded his prick and balls with an enormous rush of scalding cunt juice. She gurgled and clawed his pumping ass, going out of her mind with pleasure.
"Unnnggghhh," she moaned, "uhhhhhhh!"
"Am I doing it right, Mrs. Gates?" Ronny eagerly panted. "Is this the right way to fuck?"
"You're doing fine, dear," Bette said briskly.
She didn't feel like talking. She didn't want anything to distract her from the delicious sensation of being fucked. Her pussy had never been more ready, more snug and hot and juicy, and Ronny's cock was a beauty, long and thick and stiff as steel. She jerked her hips lustily to his rhythm, groaning each time his big knobby cock head rammed her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, it's so good," she whimpered. "Fuck it to me, darling, fuck my pussy good and hard."
Ronny gasped with horny excitement and fucked into her harder, faster. She'd been horny for so long that it took no effort at all to come. They'd been fucking less than a minute when the urgently needed orgasm exploded deep in her cunt. Bette shuddered with the first hot blast, and then her tall ripe body went into helpless convulsions.
"OHHHHHHHH, GOD, I'M COMING!" she screeched.
She didn't see or hear anything for long delicious seconds. She was aware only of her body spasming and bucking, the violent jolts of pleasure ripping through her pussy. She must have screamed and convulsed very violently, for Ronny stopped moving, raised himself on his elbows, and just stared at her. When her climax began to fade, she opened her eyes and found him looking at her in wonder.
"Wow," he said, "I didn't know women could come."
There was obviously a lot he didn't know, but Bette didn't have time to teach him right now. One orgasm wasn't going to be enough to relieve her stored-up lust. Once more she dug her fingers into his trim taut ass and coaxed him into movement, her pussy burning with need. She slammed her red-hot juicy cuntal tube up and down the stiff spike of his cock.
"Fuck me some more, Ronny," she panted. "I need a lot more of it. Do it fast and hard."
He finally managed a grin. "Okay, Mrs. Gates," he said eagerly.
He fucked into her lustily, moaning each time he sheathed his rigid swollen cock in the scorching pulp of her cunt. His bloated balls spanked her cream-soaked slit. Bette wailed with pleasure and clung to him, kneading his jerking ass. It was pure bliss to be feeling a big rock-hard cock hammering in her cunt again. She wondered how she'd managed to survive a whole month without it.
Len would have understood, too. He knew how lusty she was, how she loved to fuck, and he loved her for it. He'd understand why she was driven to seduce this young boy. She felt not a twinge of guilt as she gurgled and whined and rammed her slick thirsty cunt up and down the steely column of Ronny's plowing cock. She creamed steadily, helplessly, as the boy pistoned his big boner into her twat.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she babbled, out of her mind with lust.
"Oh, shit, it feels great," Ronny moaned.
He was losing his shyness now, making some moves of his own. He shoved his hot sweaty hands under her churning ass and gripped the smooth globes, pulling her tighter against him. That made his fucking even better for her. His rigid boner sawed back and forth over her swollen clit, doubling her excitement. She felt herself rising swiftly toward a second climax.
"I'm going to come again, darling," she panted. "I want you to fuck me really hard, as hard as you can."
"Right," Ronny gasped.
Clutching her writhing ass, the boy began fucking her like a stallion, their bodies smacking loudly together, his balls spanking hard against her slit. Sweating and gasping, he plowed his granite cock savagely into her gushing, gripping cunt, battering her womb. It was just the kind of ruthless swift fucking she needed, and in seconds she felt the delicious blast of relief deep in her cunt. is
"You're doing it to me, Ronny," she gasped. "I'M COMING. AAAAWWWWWW, GOD, AM I COMING!"
This time Ronny kept fucking her as she came, hotly aroused by her violent convulsive release. His cock crammed hard into her squeezing little fuck hole. Her powerful cuntal muscles gripped and kneaded his swollen prick, and the boy howled with pleasure. They fucked together like rutting animals, growling and moaning. Then Ronny stiffened, gasped, and shuddered.
"I'm coming," he gasped. "Aaaawwww, shit, aaaggghhh!"
Bette felt the sizzling blast of his jizz against her womb. It triggered her right into anothr howling, body-wracking orgasm. Ronny clawed her jerking ass as he helplessly jetted load after load of scorching come-juice into her tugging fuck hole. At last they rolled apart, flushed and gasping for breath. Ronny rolled onto his side and stared at her wonderingly.
"Wow," he panted, "I heard fucking was fun, but I didn't think it'd be that great."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ronny," Bette smiled.
"I hope it was okay for you, Mrs. Gates," he said.
"It was fine, dear, just fine," she said.
But it hadn't been enough. She'd adored his granite cock, his powerful fucking, but she still needed more. This month without sex had been hell for her, and it was going to take an awful lot of fucking to relieve the raging lust she'd built up. Already her come-filled cunt was swelling and heating, eager for more of the boy's magnificent young cock.
Bette reached out and fisted his wet hot prick, pumping it roughly in her hot fist. Ronny sighed with pleasure. "I'm going to get you hard again, dear," she said huskily. "I need more fucking."
"Sure, Mrs. Gates," he said adoringly, "whatever you want."
She was glad now that she'd chosen such a young lover. It was no trouble at all to get him up again. As she jacked his prick, it began to throb heavily in her fist, and soon it was mushrooming into hardness, forcing her fingers apart. The dark red head of his cock overflowed her fist, and blue veins bulged on his shaft. She watched his balls inflate with a huge load of jism.
"I'm ready now, Mrs. Gates," Ronny said eagerly.
She didn't have to show him anything this time. He pushed her onto her back and moved her legs apart high and wide. He scrambled between her thighs, his slitted cock mouth leaking big bubbles of hot cream. Kneeling, he took aim at her juicing cunt mouth and plowed into her hard, sinking his granite shaft clear to the balls in her scorching cunt.
"Aaahhhhhh," Betty wailed. "That's it, darling get that nice big cock into me. Fuck me!"
He fucked her hard, fast and deep, just the way she craved it. She gurgled with pleasure and clawed the bedspread, her cunt gushing a molten flood of cream around his plowing cock. The thick musky juice overflowed her crammed twat and splattered on his belly and balls. He was fucking her like a pile driver, and she adored it.
"Unnnggghhh, yes," Bette groaned, "you're fucking me good, baby, don't stop. Unnnggghhh, I love it!"
Ronny stayed on his knees this time, already discovering the kinky thrill of watching his own thick boner plowing into a woman's cunt. He watched the blue-veined shaft pistoning in and out of her hugely stuffed cunt, dripping with her cream. His big young cock stretched her swollen red cunt lips widely. He could even see the little mouth of her asshole opening and closing with the force of his fucking. It was a mind-blowing sight for the innocent teenager.
"Fuck it to me, fuck!" Betty howled. "Ohhhhhh, shit, it's so fucking good!"
Ronny glanced upward and saw her huge ripe tits wobbling like jello. He saw her pretty face twisting into a huge pleasure grin, her eyes rolling crazily. The gorgeous older woman was going out of her mind with excitement-and from his cock. Wildly aroused by her response, he slammed his rigid prick into her even harder and faster.
"Whhhaaahhh!" Bette bawled. "Fuck it to me!"
Before Ronny's hotly gazing eyes, she screamed and came. He watched her lush mature body convulsing, her big tits slamming from side to side. Her tongue lolled out, and her eyes rolled back in her head. He felt her cunt going tight as a vise around his cock, and he felt her scorching comejuice drenching his prick and balls.
"Ooooooo, I'm coming so good!" Bette whined.
Her spasms fading, she was delighted to feel his cock still stiff as steel inside her, still hammering away in her violently horny cunt. Gurgling with pleasure, she threw her legs around his knotting, jerking ass and locked them there, forcing his plowing cock even deeper and harder into her hungry wet fuck hole. She felt like she could never get anough of his lusty teenage fucking.
"Ummmmmm, keep doing it to me, Ronny," she moaned. "I love your nice big cock."
Another violent orgasm exploded in her seething pussy, and she was oblivious to everything but the searing pleasure that rocked her body. But she wasn't surprised to find herself still hotly horny when her climax ended. It seemed the more she fucked this handsome youngster, the more she wanted him. And to her delight, his thick throbbing boner was still pounding away in her eagerly gripping cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, that's so good, Ronny," she sighed. "How long can you stay with me, darling?"
"I got a couple hours before dinner," he panted.
"That will be fine, darling," Bette smiled, "just fine."