Chapter 6

On Sunday Helen awakened in a fit of depression and guilt. She avoided Kevin all day, hoping he'd understand. She was thankful he seemed listless and uninterested in anything except watching television.

On Monday she had a boring day at the office preparing two real-estate deals, and by the time the afternoon arrived she felt restless and decided to go home. She was horny again. She'd put off admitting it to herself, but as she parked the car in the garage she decided it was silly for a woman her age to deny the needs of her body.

I'm a ripe woman with a ripe pussy that has to be taken care of, she thought. The only trouble was that boys looked more and more interesting to her than men.

Kevin had informed her in the morning that he'd be home late. She hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but now that she needed him she was irritated. She fixed herself a martini and thought of his young hard cock stroking in and out of her hot wet cunt.

She needed a cock.

As she glanced out of the living-room window, she saw a boy on the other side of the street walk into a house. She knew him. He was a teenage kid named Jerry and he lived there across the street. She'd seen him looking at her more than once through one of the upstairs windows in his house while she was puttering with the grass on her lawn. He was a pleasant kid, a little shy, and they were more or less friendly. The idea of fucking him had never before entered her mind, but now it was there and she found herself trembling with anticipation.

She knew that if Kevin found out he'd be angry as hell, but she decided the risk was worth it.

She wondered what it would be like to fuck such a young kid. Jerry would be inexperienced, maybe even a virgin, and she'd be able to do anything she wanted with him. The idea of it was thrilling.

She telephoned him. He was very surprised when she told him who she was.

"I thought you might be able to help me with my television set," she said. "The picture seems to have gone crazy."

"Sure, Mrs. Simpson. I'll be right over."

As easy as that. She tingled as she put the phone down. Hurrying to her bedroom, she stripped off her clothes, sprayed cologne on her crotch hair, and slipped into a clinging robe that showed off the curves of her tits and ass.

Checking herself out in the mirror, she smiled at her image and told herself that in spite of her age she had more than enough to drive a boy wild.

Then the front doorbell rang, and a moment later Jerry Walsh was in her living room.

He wore a tee shirt and tight jeans that showed a hefty bulge at the crotch. With his freckles and bashful eyes and sun-tanned muscles, he looked delicious.

"I hope I'm not taking you away from your school work," she said.

He told her he'd finished all his homework. His eyes bashfully raked up and down her body, and he blushed when he noticed the way her nipples pushed against the thin material of her robe. Helen wondered if he ever jerked off while thinking about her. The idea of a boy his age doing that-beating his meat with her image in his mind-seemed terribly exciting. The thought of his hand pumping up and down on his pink cock brought a gush of cunt-juice oozing out of her pussy.

There was nothing wrong with the television set, but he fiddled with it for five minutes, adjusting the tuning and playing with the aerial. His head kept turning to her, his eyes glancing at her tits. She talked steadily, chatting about trivia, just to keep things going. When he finally rose up saying the set was okay, she offered him a root beer, her heart pounding with hope that he'd accept and stay awhile. So many years had passed since she'd flirted with a boy his age, she had no idea any more of how it was done.

"Okay," he said.

He drank out of the can of root beer while standing up.

"Sit over here next to me," she said. She was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed and her robe partly open to show one of her bare knees. The front of the robe was loose enough so that if he really looked he could see the swell of her tits.

When he sat down next to her, she asked him about his girl friends. Were they pretty? Did they have nice figures?

"I don't know too many girls," he said.

She put her hand on his thigh, squeezed his firm muscles, and gradually worked her hand up to the bulge in his crotch.

"I get lonely sometimes," she said. Then she added: "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure," he groaned.

"Well, why don't you kiss me? Don't you want to do that?"

A gargling sound came out of his throat as he slammed his arms around her and mashed his mouth against hers. She managed to get her tongue into his mouth, and while she massaged his gums she opened his fly and fingered the hard length of his cock through the material of his jockey shorts.

Finally she pulled her mouth away. "Your jeans are too tight," she chuckled. "You'd better do it yourself."

"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Simpson!"

"Call me Helen. Don't you like me?"

"Sure, but..."

She stopped all the buts by loosening her robe and slipping it off her shoulders.

His eyes widened at the sight of her heavy thick-nippled tits jutting out like two ripe melons.

"Jesus!" he hissed.

She held her tits in her hands, milking out her long nipples and watching the glittering lust in his eyes.

"I'll kill you if you don't take your pants off," she said calmly.

He blushed. His eyes locked on her tits, he frantically began stripping off his jeans. He had his jeans down at his ankles and his fingers unlacing his shoes, when she stopped him.

"That's enough," she said. "You don't have to take them all the way off, at least for now."

The front of his jockey shorts was stretched out of shape by his stiff cock. She ran her fingertips lightly over the outline of his fuck-meat and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Don't you want me to see it? Slip your shorts down, honey."

Raising his ass off the sofa, he slipped his shorts down to his knees.

He had a lovely thin cock capped with a gorgeous pink mushroom-shaped head. His balls were tight and almost hairless.

"That's a beautiful cock," Helen said. "Is it as sweet as it looks? I'm going to suck it. Would you like that?"

"God, yes!" he groaned.

Lowering her head to his lap, she gobbled up his succulent cockhead. She swabbed her tongue over his knob, tickled his pisshole, and drooled out enough saliva to get him wet. Then she pulled her mouth away and looked down to watch her fingers playing up and down his fuck-pole.

He was very nervous. She liked that-she liked the feeling of having control of things. She pulled his hand up to her tits and giggled softly when he groaned with pleasure.

"I like having my tits sucked," she said. "You can do it, if you want."

He needed no more encouragement, and a moment later he clamped his mouth over one of her heavy tits and began sucking at it as though he expected to get milk from her nipple.

"Gently," she said. "Keep sucking, but be gentle."

After awhile she made him move to the other tit. He sucked and slurped like a hungry baby, and she decided that maybe he'd never had a full-grown tit to suck on before. She finally pushed his head away and bent down to his cock again.

When she squeezed his cockhead, a drop of pearly jism oozed out of his pisshole. She swiped it up with her tongue and ran it over her lips. Then she closed her mouth over his swollen knob and began rhythmic sucking and pulling on his warm cock-meat.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Christ, that's good!"

He had an adorable cock. She couldn't remember when she'd last had a cock this thin in her mouth-certainly not for years and years. As thin as it was, his cockhead was full size, so that what he had was like a plum on a stalk, a sweet juicy fruit just made for sucking. A woman's mouth is made for sucking, she thought, for sucking juicy cocks. Wasn't that why women wore lipstick? Her mouth was really very much like her cunt, except that with her mouth she could do much more to a boy's randy throbbing prick.

Working her tongue over the crown of his cock, she dribbled saliva out of her mouth, bathing him in her warm spit.

She had one hand holding the base of his cockshaft, and now she used the other hand to fondle his pretty pink balls, his tight hairless balls that felt so bloated with his young jism.

It was different than with Kevin. Jerry was more of a boy and that made it so damn exciting.

I'm like a vampire, she thought, only I suck jism instead of blood.

When she pushed her finger into his sweet little ass-hole, he let out a loud groan and started coming.

"AAAAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned.

His load was heavy and thick, and she had to swallow in great gulps to avoid choking. She drank down what seemed like a bucketful of his warm ropy jism. She lost count of how many times he spurted. At the end she carefully milked his cock to get the last drops out of him, and then she pulled her mouth away and swabbed her tongue over her lips.

"Did you like that?"

He groaned weakly. "Oh, Christ, yeah!"

"You can stay a while, can't you?"

"Yeah," he said. "But I have to piss."

Helen chuckled. He was so damn cute, she could eat him up. "Come on, I'll hold it for you," she said.

The idea that she might want to hold his prick while he pissed made him giggle. She helped him work his shoes and jeans and shorts off, tied her robe up again to tease him, and walked with him to the bathroom. He was completely naked from the waist down, his cock jiggling like a pink flower, and she couldn't resist putting her hand on his bare ass and squeezing his lovely firm ass-cheeks. She worked her middle finger into his crack and tickled his ass-hole.

"Do you like that?"

"It feels funny, but I guess it's okay."

Inside the bathroom he flinched and stood still when she pushed her finger up his ass.

"What are you doing?" he moaned.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Do you want to piss now? Let me hold it for you."

Standing behind him, the finger of one hand drilled up his ass, she slipped the other hand down over his belly and lifted his cock in her fingers. A moment later he relaxed his muscles and started pissing like a horse into the toilet bowl. Each time the stream stopped, she could feel his ass-hole contract on her finger.

"Delicious!" she crooned.

She flushed the toilet, pulled the cover down, and made him sit on it. Stripping off her robe, for the first time she showed him all of her naked body.

His eyes went immediately to the dense bush of hair covering her cunt.

Raising up one leg, she planted her foot on his knee, peeled open her cunt lips with her fingers, and pushed her pussy toward his face.

"Kiss it!" she hissed. "Eat some hair-pie, honey!"

When he wrinkled his nose and made as if to turn his head away, she grabbed his ear and pulled his face against her cunt.

"Suck it, you little bastard! Suck my pussy!"

"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Simpson, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Haven't you ever eaten cunt before?"

"Shit, no!"

"I don't believe you."

"It's true!" he protested.

"I ought to piss on your face!"

"God, you're crazy!" he cried. "I'm getting out of here, lady! You're a fucking nut!"

Pushing her away, he scrambled out of the bathroom. She ran after him, pulling on his arm, begging him to change his mind.

"I didn't mean it!" she wailed. "I don't know what got into me! Come into the bedroom and I'll suck your cock again and then we'll fuck. That's what you want, isn't it? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"You promise?"

She convinced him by taking hold of his hand and pulling it against her cunt. He yielded the moment his fingers touched her wet cunt lips.

"You see how hot I am for you?" she cooed. "I'm all wet and dripping. Come on, honey, let's fuck!"

In the bedroom she sucked his cock a while, kneeling between his legs on the bed, and then she sat up and began rubbing her pussy. She laughed when she saw the way his hot eyes fixed on her hand.

"You do it, too!" she breathed. "Let's do it together!"

His face flushed and his eyes looking as though he were hypnotized, he slowly pumped his stiff cock and watched her masturbate.

"I'm getting my pussy all worked up for you," she cooed. "All hot and juicy. You've never seen a woman do his, have you, honey? Well, we do it just like the boys, except instead of a prick we have a little joy-button down there. Mine is out now. There it is, all pink and quivery. Can you see it?"

"Yeah," he groaned. "Let's fuck, Mrs. Simpson. Please!"

Smiling, her eyes glittering with lust as she wiped her cunt-juice on the head of his cock, she squatted over him and slowly impaled herself on his fuck-pole.

The boy let out a deep groan of pleasure as she settled down on his hard young cock.

When she had his cock thoroughly captured, his cockhead probing deep inside her cunt, she leaned forward and dropped a long thick nipple into his mouth.

She rocked back and forth, her cunt sucking on his cock as his mouth sucked on her nipple.

That was how Kevin found her when he walked in.