Chapter 7
"Well, hi there! You must be Johnny, aren't you? Come right inside!"
The tall, smiling blonde woman who greeted him at the door was Mrs. Estelle Waxman, who lived in a plush ranch house in the most expensive section of town. Johnny guessed her to be in her mid-thirties. There were laughlines along her mouth, but her curly blonde hair was natural. She was still a very pretty woman. More importantly, the body under her dress looked slim and tight.
Mrs. Waxman was Johnny's newest customer on his paper route. But he wasn't there to make collections. As he accepted her invitation through the door, his eager young cock was throbbing painfully in his pants.
Mrs. Waxman was a friend of Mrs. Stetterman's. Johnny had more or less been "recommended" to Mrs. Waxman a few days before. This was their first meeting. Johnny knew that the paper subscription was unimportant. He was really there to give this neglected housewife a good fucking.
Mrs. Waxman's living-room was beautiful and peaceful, cool and quiet and dark. Smiling at him, she took a seat on an overstuffed sofa next to the wall.
"You got a nice living-room," Johnny said awkwardly. He was blushing in spite of himself; it was hard to carry on a conversation while his cock felt so stiff.
"Isn't it, though?" Mrs. Waxman stared deliberately at his hard-on and licked her lips with desire. "Why don't you take off that ugly old sack, Johnny? I want to see what my new paperboy looks like."
She's starting already, Johnny thought. He blushed as he pulled the paper sack over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, standing squarely in front of Mrs. Waxman.
"Mmmm, nice," she purred. "You've got a very well-developed physique for a young boy. Has anyone ever told you that before, Johnny? I'll bet you don't have any problem at all with your route."
"No," Johnny said shyly. "Guess not."
"You must meet a lot of women delivering papers, don't you? Lonely housewives like me?"
"Guess so."
"Do you think I'm lonely, Johnny? Tell me the truth. Do I look lonely to you?"
"Well ..."
"I'm not." Mrs. Waxman smiled strangely, emphatically shaking her head. "Lonely isn't the word for it."
"Oh?"
"No. I'm horny, Johnny. That's my problem. My husband never fucks me anymore. I used to love fucking him so much. Now, I'm just as horny as a dog!"
Johnny was too embarrassed to reply. Mrs. Waxman was now staring brazenly and seriously at the bulge of his big cock.
"What's that in your pants, Johnny?" she demanded. "Why don't you step over here so I can get a look at it?"
Johnny silently stood in front of Mrs. Waxman as she sat on the couch. Then, it was as if a code had been spoken, and they were getting down to the real business of the meeting.
Mrs. Waxman leaned away from the couch and unzipped Johnny's pants. She pulled his pants down to his knees and stared at his hard dick sticking out of his curly prick-hairs like a battering ram.
Her hands came forward. She wrapped them around Johnny's huge cock, squeezing it, stroking the loose flesh tightly up and down.
"You've got a very, very big dick, Johnny," she said quietly. Mrs. Waxman stared intently at his bulbous, beet-red cock-head, then extended her tongue to lick up the jism that oozed from his cum-slit. "Mmmm. Your pre-cum tastes good, too. Do you like the way it feels when I lick your big cock?"
"Y-y-yes," Johnny stammered.
"Would you like it if I sucked your prick for you, Johnny?" she asked shamelessly. She tightened her fists around his shaft and stroked it much harder, as if to make sure that he would give the answer she wanted. "How would you like a nice blowjob from an old woman like me?"
"You're not old."
Mrs. Waxman didn't answer. She was already moving her head towards his throbbing prick.
Her lips opened wide; hungrily, she took the first several inches of his thick meat into her mouth. Mrs. Waxman pursed her lips tightly around his rubbery pink cock-shaft. Johnny felt her rolling her tongue all over the shiny-skinned knob, repeatedly licking up the cream that oozed from his slit.
"Unh," Johnny grunted. He grimaced and thrust his hands into her thick blonde hair. "Oh, fuck it, that's good ..."
Mrs. Waxman started sucking his cock, fast and very hard. It was as if she hadn't been fed in a month.
Her cheeks puckered inwards, rubbing against his throbbing cock. Squishy, wet, smacking sounds came from her throat as she sucked. Mrs. Waxman held the base of his cock with one hand and started jacking him off as if she were beating cake batter, sucking more and more of his dick down her throat.
"Awww, fuck..." Helplessly, Johnny rocked his hips, fucking his prick down her throat. "That's damn good ... play with my nuts ... oh, Christ, Mrs. Waxman, you give the best blowjob I ever had in my life!"
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" Mrs. Waxman asked, momentarily interrupting her dick-sucking efforts. "Will you promise to keep your cock stiff for me? Because I'll want you to fuck me as soon as you're through."
"Yes. Oh, fuck yes," Johnny gasped. "Anything you say!"
Mrs. Waxman returned her wet mouth to the cum-soaked knob of his dick. This time, she sucked it even more furiously. Grabbing the base of his dick, she jerked it so violently up and down that Johnny was afraid she might pull it from his body. Her free hand kneaded the hairy sac of his balls, then moved between his tight asscheeks.
Then, she was fondling his asshole. Mrs. Waxman stiffened her finger and thrust it into the puckering little hole, going all the way in, searching for his prostate.
When she found it, the sensations were so intense that Johnny could hardly stand them. As his cock quivered inside her sucking mouth, he grunted and thrust forward, slamming over half of his prick down her throat.
"Oh, fuck it, fuck it," he sighed. "I'm ... cumming ... ahhhhh ..."
Exquisitely, his cock jerked and throbbed between her lips. Then, the cum started squirting and gushing and spouting out of the knob, pouring down Mrs. Waxman's throat.
It was one of the biggest cums he'd had since reaching manhood, and Mrs. Waxman gulped down every drop. Johnny winced as the jism spurted repeatedly from his twitching cum-slit; he felt it gushing up his cock shaft, draining his balls of juice. In fascination, he watched the muscles in Mrs. Waxman's throat working to drink down as much of his cum as she could get.
"Oh, God damn," Johnny moaned. "I swear, that's the best blow-job I ever had in my fucking life. I must've popped buckets!"
"I don't care, Johnny," Mrs. Waxman whispered tersely. "The main thing is that you keep it stiff for me, just like you promised. I need you to fuck me, right now."
Mrs. Waxman quickly tore off her clothes. As she undressed, she tried to smile, but her lips jerked at the edges as if she were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Johnny had the feeling that she was much hornier than she was acting. If that was possible!
A few seconds later she was naked. She had a beautiful body for an older woman-sleek and tanned and lean, with a pair of firm, stiff-nippled tits, a slender waist and a very hairy cunt.
Mrs. Waxman pushed her ass to the edge of the couch and spread her slender legs wide apart, digging her heels into the cushions. Her pussy-mound was spread open to Johnny's gaze, and he could see how wet it was, how stiffly her clit protruded from its fleshy pink hood.
"Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck my cunt." Staring at his huge dick, Mrs. Waxman dropped her hand between her legs and began to fingerfuck herself. "In here. You know how to fuck a girl, don't you? Stick it here, in my pussy. Fuck me hard!"
With his pants bunched around his ankles, Johnny moved forward and leaned between Mrs. Waxman's thighs. The sight of her juicy cunt had kept all the blood in his cock; his dick was still as hard as a rock, throbbing with a fresh load of cum.
Wincing, Johnny fit his spongy purplish cock-knob into the slit of her pussy. Mrs. Waxman grunted and immediately started humping her ass off the couch, begging for his cock.
She had a tight one, Johnny realized. Every bit as tight as his sister's sweet cunt. Slowly, Johnny thrust forward, stabbing inch after inch of his dick into the juice-soaked tunnel of her pussy. He felt her cunt-walls stretching around the shaft of his dick, her cunt-muscles working wetly around his meat. He would have no trouble keeping his prick hard inside of Mrs. Waxman!
Mrs. Waxman whimpered and threw up her long legs, wrapping them tightly around her paperboy's back. "Do it, Johnny," she pleaded, "I need it so bad. My pussy's so wet. Fuck me hard!"
Grunting and sweating, Johnny pounded his throbbing cock through the clinging sheath of her pussy. The motions of his ass grew more frantic. Johnny felt their bellies slapping together with every thrust, the couch jiggling on the floor with the strength of their humping.
"Oh, Johnny! Oh, God, yesssss ... " Mrs. Waxman hissed. She grimaced obscenely with her adulterous pleasure, feverishly bucking her ass to meet every thrust into her slippery cunt. Her hands came up to her round, firm tits. She kneaded them hard, rolling the nipples with her thumbs. "Fuck me good, now. I'm gonna cum. Oh, do it hard, I'm so hot, fuck my cunt ..."
Johnny fucked her as hard as he could, summoning up all the power in his body. His long, swollen cock hammered brutally into the open slit of her pussy, his hairy balls slapping her ass-crack with every stroke.
As hard as he fucked her, Mrs. Waxman managed to work her ass that much more nimbly, driving him on. She was the horniest woman Johnny had ever fucked-just like a dog, just like she'd said. Never had he felt his prick encased by such a juice-laden pussy.
"Cumming now!" she shrieked. Her legs scissored convulsively around his heaving back, locking him into her, pulling all of his dick into the clasping wetness of her fuck-hole. Mrs. Waxman yelled loudly and pistoned her hips as if in the throes of a seizure. "Fuck me with your big dick, fuck meeeeee!"
Her whole body jerked and writhed on the couch. As the climax swept through her, Mrs. Waxman's cheeks flushed red, and she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Johnny felt afraid for her. He stopped humping and kept his rock-hard cock embedded inside her pussy, watching.
When her climax was finally over, Mrs. Waxman sighed and wiped the sweat from her face with the back of her hand. Her lips quivered in a nervous, satisfied smile.
"Oh, Johnny, that was so marvelous. I haven't been fucked like that in years. You have no idea what that does to a woman. If only my husband took care of me, I wouldn't have to cheat on him like this."
Johnny nodded his head. He could still feel the stiffness throbbing in his cock deep inside her soaked pussy. It was hard to think of anything else since he hadn't cum yet!
Mrs. Waxman seemed to read his thoughts. "Why, Johnny you haven't even blown your wad," she said teasingly. "How inconsiderate of me. Do you want to cum a second time?"
Johnny nodded again. Mrs. Waxman pushed his body away with her feet, encouraging him to withdraw his cock from the buttery warmth of her cunt-tunnel.
His dick was red and rock-hard, twitching and jerking, the spongy knob coated with cum. Mrs. Waxman stared at it and retained her spread-eagled position on the couch. Reaching around and under her thighs, she dug her fingers into the milk-white cheeks of her ass. Then she lifted her pussy and spread the cheeks wide apart, exposing the puckered ring of her pink asshole.
"Well, Johnny, I've got a special treat for you. Just for fucking my cunt so beautifully," she said huskily, "you get to fuck me in the asshole. How's that for a reward?"
The housewife's asshole was fringed delicately with tufts of light brown hair, matted slightly with the juices that had seeped from her cunt. Johnny noticed how big her asshole looked. Had she been fucking herself anally with a dildo? This was the most depraved woman he'd ever seen!
"C'mon, Johnny, stick it up my ass," Mrs. Waxman pleaded. She spread her cheeks further apart and squirmed anxiously on the couch. "You'll like it, you know you will. I want my asshole fucked. Cum on, now. Don't tease me like this. Stick it in and fuck me hard!"
Johnny moved forward. The cum-swollen knob of his cock fit comfortably against the puckering, throbbing ring of her asshole. He held her shoulders for support and heaved forward, slamming almost half of his dick into the rubbery grip of her asshole.
"Ungggghhh..." Mrs. Waxman gasped and shut her eyes. A shameless smile spread across her face as she felt her asshole invaded by Johnny's thick hard-on.
"Does it ... unh ... hurt you?" Johnny asked hoarsely.
"No, no, it doesn't." Mrs. Waxman hotly humped her ass, thrusting her sucking asshole up along his cock. "Don't worry about that. Just give me all of it. Oh, yes, I love having my asshole fucked!"
Johnny winced, feeling the extreme tightness of her asshole milking his dick. He fell hard on top of her, gradually thrusting all of his cock to the root of her throbbing ass.
Then he started fucking her, in and out, fast and hard. Her pussy was spread wide-open just over his pumping cock, and the scent of her flowing fuck-juices made Johnny much hornier than he'd been before. He ignored her feelings completely and fucked her as quickly as he wanted, slamming his big dick deeper into her asshole with every stroke.
Mrs. Waxman liked it that way. She spread her cheeks even farther apart with her hands, so he could get more of his dick inside her asshole. Her ass humped madly off the couch, eagerly lifting her asshole up into him.
"Go, Johnny, fuck me haaard!" she pleaded. She hurled her legs around his back, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. "You're gonna make me cum again! Fuck meeee ... "
Johnny was going to cum, too. The rubbery, powerful muscles of her asshole were milking the cum out of his swollen cock. He could feel his prick stiffening and his nuts tightening along the inside of his thigh.
Then the white cock-cream started squirting from his cock. Again and again, the jism spurted furiously from his cum-slit, filling the housewife's asshole.
Johnny gasped and fucked her as hard as he could, working all of the jism out of his balls. Soon, her asshole was filled with his sperm. Johnny watched as it burbled out of her puckered hole, running down her spread thighs.
"Cumming!" Mrs. Waxman shrieked. She grimaced and jerked helplessly off the couch. "Awww, Johnny, Johnny, cumming!"
When it was over, Mrs. Waxman's pussy looked like a red, sopping mess of cunt-juice. Panting heavily, she lowered her thighs and whimpered as Johnny pulled his fuck-wilted prick out from between her blushing asscheeks.
"Johnny, you're the best little asshole-fucker I've ever been with," she said shamelessly. "Honestly, you've got a special talent for it. I'll bet all the girls want you to ream them out!"
Johnny said nothing. For the moment, he was overcome with the pleasure of shooting off so much cum. He enjoyed the feel of her asshole as much as any pussy. Maybe a little more!
Maybe he'd ass fuck more often, he thought. Like with his sister. He always did want to find out what her asshole felt like around his cock. Johnny smiled. Maybe he could find that out tonight ...