Chapter 1
Susan Stone was agitated, very nervous. She was becoming more nervous each day. She wanted to talk to someone about it, but there was no one she could turn to.
Frustration seemed to be a part of her life lately, a frustration she could not understand. Raymond, her husband, certainly provided her with enough cock, kept her well-fucked and satisfied. Yet, there was something missing in her sex life, something that was vitally important to her.
Excitement, she thought. There was no real excitement in her sex life. Despite the fact that Raymond had a nice, thick cock, a cock that could remain hard and ready most of the time, something crucial was missing.
Susan felt life--her sex life--was passing her by. She was thirty-five years old and restless, wanting more than she had. It had not been that way in the beginning. It had not been that way until the past year or so. At first she failed to understand it. Then, when it gradually dawned on her, she became frightened.
It was not that she was falling out of love with her husband, she knew. She loved Raymond as passionately as she had eighteen years ago when they were married. She loved feeling his cock thrust in and out of her juicy pussy as much now as she had then. But it was routine now, boring. Also, she sensed a restlessness in Raymond.
Susan wondered if she was feeling some deep desire for other men, something she would not let surface. She wondered if it was strange cock she wanted, a new man with a new cock. All her life there had only been one man, her husband. Susan had never been fucked by any man but Raymond.
After showering in the early afternoon, she brushed her long, dark hair until it gleamed. Then she dressed, pulling on her tiny panties, a moderately short skirt, and a thin blouse. Her flawlessly shaped tits strained against the thin material, her nipples boldly outlined like twin buttons. Her skirt had a slit along the right side, a slit almost to her hip. When she walked, it opened, exposing her long, creamy, smooth thigh almost to her panties.
Dressed, she paced the house for a while, smoking cigarette after cigarette. The nervousness was on her again, making her feel apprehensive, anxious for some reason. It was a stronger feeling than ever before. There was a tingle in her tits, and her pussy pulsated wildly. She could feel the tip of her clit, hot and hard, brush at the crotch of her nylon panties.
Crushing her half-smoked cigarette out in a small ashtray, she found her purse and left the house. The sun was high overhead, sending down rays of heat that made alight sweat break out on her tanned flesh. Opening the door of the garage, she let the top down on the small sports car Raymond had given her six months ago. She loved the little car, the responsiveness of it, the freedom of driving with the top down, the wind in her hair.
As she drove carefully toward the highway leading from town, she glanced at her wristwatch. It was twelve-thirty. She had three hours before Paul and Tracy would arrive home from school. She smiled as she drove, thinking of her teenage daughter and son. They were good children, never causing any problems the way so many teenagers did today. They were good students, with plans of attending a good college some day.
Reaching the highway, Susan slipped the car into the sparse traffic and gained speed. The deep tingle in her pussy was growing, and she pressed her thighs tightly together. The pressure caused her to moan softly.
As she drove, she pulled her skirt almost to her lap, feeling the wind and heat on her beautiful thighs. There was a swelling of her tits, and a strange tightness in her chest.
After ten minutes, she approached a crossroads. She thought of turning right, going toward the small mountains for a while. But then she changed her mind. To the right of her was a man, a man with his thumb out, a friendly smile on his face. There was a suitcase at his feet, and he was presentably dressed in clean jeans and sparkling white T-shirt.
Without thinking of what she was doing, Susan pulled up beside the man. It was only when he opened the door that she realized he was not a man at all, but a boy, hardly as old as her son. Her heart began to flutter in a strange manner as she watched him climb into the car, placing his bag in the small area behind the seat. There was a throbbing between her thighs that was powerful enough to make her shiver.
What in the world are you doing, Susan Stone? she asked herself.
She had never picked up a hitchhiker in her life, knowing the dangers of such folly. Yet here she was, letting this stranger, a boy, enter her car.
"Where are you going?" she asked, slipping the car into gear.
"Just down the road," he replied. "Not far. I'm going to stay with my dad for a while."
"What about school?" Susan asked, trying to steady her surprisingly shaky voice. "It isn't out for another few week."
"I quit," he replied.
Not wanting to trust her voice, she drove silently, but at a much slower speed. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. After a few minutes, she became conscious of the boy staring at her. She shot a glance at him, and saw his eyes were down on her revealed thighs. She felt a flush come to her cheeks. Her skirt was very high, and she was certain he could see the crotch of her bikini panties. A thrill shot through her, a powerful sensation that felt as if she were about to come.
You idiot, she told herself silently. He isn't any older than Paul. This boy is still a teenager.
But she could not deny that fantastic feeling between her thighs. Images began to build in her mind--a fantasy of this boy fucking her. Desire bubbled hotly within her slender, curvy body until she was trembling. She glanced quickly at his crotch, and she noticed his cock was hard, pressing upward against his tight jeans. It was almost outlined there, and she could see the swollen head. Her heart began to race dangerously, and that throbbing sensation in her pussy was stronger than ever.
"Well?" she asked expectantly.
"Well, what?"
"Do you like what you see?" Susan asked, wondering what she was doing. She had never been a tease before, and she wondered if she were teasing this young boy now.
The boy did not reply, but grunted softly. He looked at her thighs boldly now, openly, without any pretense. He slumped in his seat, his knees against the dashboard. His cock was quite evident now, and he was totally unashamed of his hard-on.
Susan's right palm itched, and she worked it on the steering wheel. The wheel was almost slippery with sweat. As if in a dream, as though it were not really her, she watched as her hand left the wheel of the car and slowly moved toward the boy. She placed her hand directly on top of his cock, pressing down and feeling an answering throb.
"Oh, God!" Susan whimpered as she closed her fingers on his prick. "Oh, God! That's nice! So very nice!"
Although she clung to his cock with desperation, she was wondering if she were losing her mind. She didn't really want to touch this boy, didn't want to seduce him, yet it felt as if she were being driven to it, forced by some unknown power.
Her fingers curled about his cock, squeezing it hard. She heard the boy grunt with pleasure. She fondled his prick, tracing her fingers along the hard shaft, a flush still on her cheeks. But the flush was not of shame, but of excitement. There was more excitement running through her body now than ever before. There was a strange compulsion driving her. She found the zipper of his pants and began to tug at it. She was having difficulty and the boy helped her.
The small car was barely moving now as she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Holding it tightly, she glanced at it. She whimpered softly. She began to pump her tight fist up and down on his cock, jacking him. The boy groaned in pleasure, his face toward her, eyes gazing steadily at her thighs.
"I've got to stop," Susan murmured, letting the car drift to the shoulder of the road.
Traffic had thinned until there was no other car on the road now. They were alone, parked near a tall stand of trees, under their shade. Once she had stopped the car, Susan turned and looked at his young cock with burning eyes. She twisted her body to face the boy, her right knee up on the hump between the seats. Her thighs were apart now, and the boy gazed directly between them, seeing the dark shadow of her pussy-hair through the thin panties.
Susan took his left hand and placed it on her round knee. "Feel me," she said in a thick voice as she pumped on his cock. "Feel me up. Play with me ... touch me! Touch me everywhere!"
She felt his hand move along the sensitive surface of her creamy thigh, and she shivered in pleasure. Her fist gripped his cock hard, jacking up and down. She watched the swollen head bulge out, the piss-hole flaring, dripping. She felt the boy's hand cup between her thighs, close against her throbbing, hot cunt.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered in a throaty voice. "Oh, God! That feels so good! Your hand ... on me there! My hand on your ... ohhhh, rub me!"
Susan's eyes blurred with desire as she watched her hand jacking his cock. She trembled with pleasure as his palm pressed tightly into her cunt, making her clit throb deliciously.
Then, suddenly, and without thinking of what she was doing, Susan dipped her face down. She kissed moistly at the head of his prick, feeling the fluids smear across her moist lips. She kissed it again, holding it tightly in her fist. She darted out her tongue and began to lick all about the swollen surface of the smooth head. With small sounds bubbling from her throat, she began to lick at his cock the way she would an ice cream cone. She closed her eyes as pleasure swirled through her brain. She was reeling with passion as her tongue tasted his big cock.
"Beautiful," she murmured, her hot breath fanning the head of his prick. "So beautiful, so hard! Oh, I love it! I just love a hard cock!"
The boy's only reply was soft groans as he began to arch his hips up, seeking her mouth.
Susan brushed the dripping tip of his cock over her puffy, hot lips, then she licked about it with her tongue. Soft sounds of delight came from her as she finally opened her lips and slipped them wetly over the head of his prick. She held his cock between her lips tightly, her tongue fluttering eagerly about the piss-hole.
Placing her hand on his thigh, she held her face still, feeling the boy fuck up and down, thrusting his cock in and out of her gripping lips. Her pussy twitched and throbbed hotly, and she squirmed and twisted her ass about. As she began to suck up and down on his prick, she felt his hands sliding along her back, then over her ass. Susan adjusted her position slightly and felt her skirt being lifted. Next, she felt the boy's hand on her panties, then they slipped into the waistband. His hand was hot as he cupped one of her asscheeks, holding tightly.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she sucked hard on his prick, taking more and more into her mouth. The thickness of it stretched her lips, thrilling her, filling her mouth with hot, throbbing cock.
"Oh, oh!" the boy grunted, straining to ram all of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"
Susan felt his prick throbbing powerfully in her mouth, and she began to race her lips up and down it, creating a powerful suction, her tongue flying around the sensitive head. She could feel his hand gripping the cheek of her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her smooth flesh. She devoured his prick in a ravenous manner, hungry for it, desperate for it.
The boy, in his excitement, pumped up and down furiously, driving his cock deep into her mouth. Susan loved it, knowing her lips would be bruised by his desperate battering, and not caring at all. She squeezed his thigh as she sucked his cock, letting him fuck her mouth as swiftly and as brutally as he wanted. She swayed her ass against his hand, wanting his fingers against her hot cunt. But the boy was too involved in his own pleasure to notice her desire. His palm clung tightly to her creamy ass, not moving, not fondling, not caressing.
The boy gave an upward lunge, snorting through his nose, and Susan clamped her lips about his rigid cock. "I'm gonna ... gonna come!" the boy shouted. "I'm gonna come! Oh, shit! Ooohhh, am I ever gonna come!"
Susan's mouth held him tighter yet as she felt him give a lurch inside her mouth. Then his thick cum splashed over her tongue, filling her mouth.
"Ooommmm!" Susan whimpered as she swallowed, her tongue flying about his spurting piss-hole.
More jism flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed quickly and desperately, not wanting to lose one precious drop. The taste was nectar to her, providing her with the sexual sustenance that she craved. As she sucked and swallowed, she squeezed her thighs together, and her pussy went into delicious spasms. She came as she sucked the boy's cock, came powerfully. It was the first time she had ever come while sucking a cock, and it surprised and thrilled her. She made soft, pleased noises as she sucked the boy's cock until he could no longer come.
With a last lick at his smooth cock-head, she sat up in the seat behind the wheel. Her lips were puffy, her dark eyes glassy. She smiled softly as she licked at her lips.
"Was I good?" she asked, watching him shove his cock into his pants. "Was I good for you?"
"Lady," the boy said, "I've had some strange people give me rides, but you're the strangest."
Susan frowned. "Strange? Why am I strange?"
"Hell, lady," he snorted. "Women don't just pick a guy up and blow him."
"This lady did," she reminded him.
"I thought only men did that," the boy said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I got a ride once with this guy," the boy replied. "He sucked me off. But I've never had a lady do it before."
"Which did you like best?" Susan asked. "The man or me?"
"I'd rather have a girl do it," the boy grinned. "You're good at it."
Susan smiled and started the car. She swung back onto the road and gained speed. She drove in silence until the boy pointed where he wanted out. She watched him take his suitcase, and then he waved at her. She turned the car around and started home.