Chapter 4
"Would you like another drink, Johnny?" Marsha whispered. Debby's thirty-eight-year-old, brown-haired, incredibly stacked mother leaned across the couch and looked affectionately at her young paperboy. "I can understand why you'd want to overindulge a little. Your mother probably doesn't let you have alcoholic beverages at home, does she?"
Johnny gulped nervously and lifted his glass so Marsha could pour another jigger of Scotch over the melting ice cubes. He'd only been in Mrs. Gahan's house for a half-hour, but he was already so drunk and horny that it was hard for him to think or say anything.
He'd only been making his monthly collections. The last few days of every month Johnny visited all his customers, handing out receipts and picking up the payment for the afternoon papers he'd delivered. Nothing unusual had ever happened to him before. It was six-thirty in the evening now, and pretty dark outside. By this time Johnny was usually home having dinner.
But when he'd called on Mrs. Gahan today, she'd answered the door in a negligee. A black, see-through negligee, the shorty kind, the kind that just barely covered her hairy cunt.
Johnny had only seen a few naked women in his lifetime, and certainly none as voluptuous as Mrs. Gahan. Every time he tried to look at her face he found his eyes wandering to her body. He couldn't stop staring at her long, bare legs and her enormous, rosy-nippled tits. Johnny was surprised that he could see her big, stiff nipples so clearly. The negligee was so sheer. He could see everything.
"You know, it's awfully nice of you to stay and visit with me like this," Marsha purred, and wiggled her ass closer to Johnny on the couch. "I don't mind telling you, I get very lonely in this big house sometimes. And you're a very attractive young man."
Johnny knew a response was expected, but he couldn't seem to think of any words. He wasn't used to drinking. The alcohol seemed to be swimming in his head, and his cock was so stiff it had formed a tent in the crotch of his pants.
Johnny wondered why Mrs. Gahan hadn't said anything about his hard-on. His cheeks flushed. It was embarrassing to sit there next to her with such a hard, swollen dick.
"Johnny? You're not saying very much."
"Sorry," Johnny muttered. He dropped his head and looked at the hairy triangle of her pussy. It almost shocked him that a woman could have so much fur on her cunt. The curly hairs seemed to grow all over Mrs. Gahan's belly. Johnny tried to imagine sinking his cock in that big black bush, and the thought made his prick throb that much harder.
"Do you feel shy sitting here with me like this? Is that it, Johnny?"
"I guess so."
"Oh Johnny, you shouldn't be shy!" Marsha lifted her hand and affectionately patted the inside of his thigh. Johnny looked at her hand. He watched as her fingers moved slowly along his leg. The next thing he knew, she was cupping and stroking the aching lump of his dick.
"We can be good friends, Johnny," Marsha purred. "There are all sorts of things we can do together. Tell me the truth, darling. You like the way my hand feels on your big, hard cock, don't you?"
She pinched his spongy prickhead through his jeans. Johnny gulped and stared at his lap and nodded his head.
"Why is your dick so stiff, Johnny? It really is, you know. It's one of the stiffest young cocks I've ever seen. Did you get all hot and bothered from looking at my body?"
"Yes," Johnny muttered.
"You should have told me, Johnny. We're friends now, just as I said. There are all sorts of wonderful things I can do to give you some relief."
Unzipping his pants, Marsha reached into the opening of his jeans and extracted his big, rock-hard cock. Johnny shuddered as she wrapped her plump fingers around the blue-veined shaft and squeezed his prick hard.
"Oh Johnny, you've got a beautiful cock!" she purred. "I had no idea a boy's dick could be so big! It really turns me on!"
Her enormous, rosy-capped tits jiggled salaciously under her negligee as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down his thighs, exposing all of his pulsing cock and his painfully swollen balls.
Johnny bit his lip as his dick began to throb violently. Marsha held the shaft in both hands and jerked him off hard and fast, milking jism from his open cum slit.
"Now doesn't that feel nice, Johnny?" Skillfully her hands worked on his bloated hard-on. She smiled as the cream dripped freely from his knob, lubricating his prick with his own cum. "A teenage boy's cock needs a lot of attention. I'll bet when you're home you jack off all the time."
"Y-y-yes," Johnny stammered. "Yes, I do. Oh shit, Mrs. Gahan! That really feels good!"
"I guessed it would, lover. And I know something that's going to feel even better."
Marsha withdrew one hand from his pulsing dick and slid her right fist down to the base of his cock, holding his meaty shaft in position. Then she brushed her hair out of her eyes and lowered her head to his lap. Johnny felt something cool and wet touch his prick as she took the knob deep down her throat.
His eyes bulged. It took all his self-restraint not to cum on the spot. He couldn't believe it - Mrs. Gahan was actually giving him a blow job! He'd never thought women really did that. And she was doing it right now.
Johnny's jaw dropped open in shock as Marsha puckered her full, pouting lips tightly around the pink shaft of his prick. Wetly her tongue rolled over his dickhead, shamelessly lapping up the cum juices that oozed from his slit. Her cheeks caved in as she increased the suction in her throat.
"Unhh! Goddamn, Mrs. Gahan!" Johnny gasped. He thrust his hands behind her head and pushed more of his prick down her throat. "That feels fantastic! You're making my cock so stiff! Oh please, suck it really hard!"
Marsha took his throbbing hard-on out of her mouth and wantonly admired its pulsing, saliva-slicked length. "I like it too, Johnny," she whispered. "You've got a very big, beautiful dick for a boy your age. I hope you'll come by more often and keep me company. If you want I can suck your cock every day."
Opening her mouth wide, she returned Johnny's bloated cockhead to the encasing wetness of her throat. This time she took in more than half of his big cock. Johnny watched with wide, delighted eyes as she moved her head up and down over his lap, fucking her face with his cum-drooling cock.
"Harder!" He pulled her brown hair and humped his ass clumsily off the couch. "Oh, Mrs. Gahan, suck it, oh please! My cock's so hard, I can't fucking stand it! Make me cum!"
Marsha slid her free hand between his hairy thighs and cupped his burning nuts. She took a deep breath through her flared nostrils and rammed her head down hard, deep-throating every inch of his twitching cock.
Her nose wiggled on the wiry hairs over the base of his dick. Johnny felt something seem to give in his balls as the entirety of his knob and shaft were worked upon by Marsha's clinging, clasping throat.
He felt her tongue tickling the underside of his prick. The last thing he heard were her noisy, sucking, slurping sounds before he came.
"Ahhhhhh," Johnny sighed.
A warm gusher of cum blasted out of his dickhead, shooting down Marsha's throat. Marsha tasted his salty cream and hungrily started gulping.
Johnny came harder than he ever had in his life. He moaned and twisted on the couch as the hot spurts of cum shot rhythmically from his throbbing cock, as his nuts emptied their load down Marsha's sucking, swallowing throat.
His cock was still hard and throbbing long after the last drops had burned out of his spongy prickhead. Johnny stared at his dick in amazement, unable to believe that his cock could stay so hard after he'd shot so much cum.
"Oooh Johnny, you've still got your boner," Marsha whispered. She held his cum-slicked prick in both hands and stared at it lovingly. "That's what's best about fucking young boys like you. Your cocks stay hard so long!"
Marsha rose to her feet and stood before him as he sat on the couch. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled proudly as Johnny watched her huge, creamy-white tits jiggle and sway under the sheer negligee. Then she stripped it off over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving herself buck naked.
"Oh fuck," Johnny grunted. His lips parted as he stared at her magnificently stacked thirty-eight-year-old body. "Jesus, Mrs. Gahan. You're really built."
"I know, Johnny. And I'm really horny, too."
Marsha spread her legs and pushed her fingers through the curly black hairs over her pussy. She began to fingerfuck her cunt before her paperboy's wide eyes, hungrily undulating her ass in the humping motions of fucking.
"Would you like to fuck me, Johnny? " she hissed, burying three fingers in the pouting lips of her pussy. "That'll be your reward for keeping your cock nice and stiff. I'll let you fuck my cunt as much as you want."
"I ... I've never done it before."
"Don't worry, Johnny." Marsha climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap, digging her knees into the cushions to either side of his hips. "That's the best thing about fucking. It's real easy to learn!"
Reaching between her spread thighs, she grasped the swollen shaft of his hard-on. Instinctively Johnny lifted his ass. He watched in simple, boyish fascination as the naked older woman rubbed his heart-shaped knob all over the dripping lips of her pussy.
"Put it in my cunt, Johnny," she whimpered excitedly. "Then ram your cock all the way up my hole."
Johnny fit the tip of his dick between the sucking lips of Marsha's pussy. He didn't have to push his cock into her. As soon as his cockhead was embedded in her cunt, Marsha bucked her ass down hard, gasping as she took inch after inch of his throbbing dick into the clasping heat of her pussy.
"It's good, Johnny!" she cried. She grabbed his shoulders for support and feverishly humped and bucked her ass, forcing her cunt to take all of his cock. "You've got such a thick prick. Oh yes, I love it in my cunt! It's so gooood!"
Johnny dropped his head and stared at her pussy, watching as the blue-veined shaft of his cock seemed to disappear in the thick curls fringing her cunt slit. Then it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls in the gurgling heat of her fuck hole.
He groaned in ecstasy as he felt her pussy muscles clinging to every inch of his cock. Marsha grunted and lifted her ass. Johnny watched as his prick reappeared from the sopping depths of her cunt.
Then she started fucking him. Up and down her nimble ass heaved, pumping her pussy on his dick. Marsha squealed like a bitch in heat as she felt her cunt invaded by the teenage boy's hard cock.
"Fuck me, Johnny!" she cried. "Come on, now! Move your ass! Pump your dick into me! You'll figure out how!"
A little awkwardly at first, then with growing assurance, Johnny lifted his lean ass off the couch. Marsha's cunt was so wet that it made obscene squishing noises as the hairy lips clung to his dick. Johnny fucked her rhythmically, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"That's good, lover!" Marsha cried. A pink flush of pleasure spread through her cheeks as Johnny began to fuck her as if he'd been doing it all his life. "Oh God, you're doing wonderfully. Harder, Johnny! A girl needs to be fucked hard!"
Johnny grunted and slid his hands around Marsha's hips, digging his fingers into the jiggling cheeks of her ass. He began to fuck her as hard as he could, filling her pussy completely with every stroke of his throbbing, cum-oozing prick.
He could feel a fresh heat churning in his balls, and he knew that he was already close to a second cum. Johnny licked his lips as he watched Marsha's enormous tits shake and sway before his eyes. He lowered his head, burying his face in her ample cleavage.
Then he caught one dusky pink, silver dollar-sized nipple between his lips and began to suck it furiously as he fucked her cunt, as if he expected to draw milk from the stiff, rubbery tip. Marsha whined and clawed his shoulders and hotly pumped her pussy onto his wonderful young cock.
"Oh that's good, lover! Suck my tits!" She held the back of his head and moaned as his prick throbbed deep inside her gushing fuck hole. "You're making me cum, Johnny! Oh, keep fucking my cunt!"
Now they were fucking together so fast and hard that the couch had begun to move on the floor with the intensity of their thrusts. Johnny heard their bellies slapping sweatily together as they fucked, felt his huge prick twitching and jerking as it was encased in the clinging, syrupy heat of Marsha's pussy. Gasping, he wrapped his hands around her reddened ass cheeks and rammed his drooling cock into her pussy as far as it would go, preparing to shoot gusher after gusher of cum into her gurgling fuck hole.
"I'm coming, Johnny!" Marsha shrieked. She moaned at the top of her lungs as her ass heaved and her pussy sucked tightly around his cock. "Nnnggg! Keep fucking me, unhunh - cuuummmiiinnnggg!" She grabbed his shoulders tightly and pounded her pussy on his cock again and again, grimacing luridly as her clit twitched on the upperside of his thrusting cock.
Finally a satisfied smile spread across her face, and her curvaceous body drooped on his chest. Johnny kept fucking her hard. All he could think of was the ache growing in the root of his balls, of how badly he had to unload.
"No, Johnny," Marsha whispered. She climbed off his lap and rose from the couch, allowing his stiff dick to slide from her pussy tunnel. "I don't want you to cum yet."
"I got to," Johnny muttered hoarsely. "Come on, Mrs. Gahan! My prick's never been this hard! I'll get blue balls if I don't."
"You just be patient, lover." Giggling, Marsha turned and ran out of the living room. "I'll be back in just a second!"
Miserably, Johnny stared at his throbbing hard-on. The purplish knob pulsed before his eyes, and the shaft felt as hard as iron. For a horrible moment he wondered if his initiation into fucking had been some kind of vicious joke, if Marsha had only intended to arouse him so much that he'd have to jack off all over her couch.
Then Marsha returned, carrying a small container of Vaseline. She tossed it to Johnny and fell to her hands and knees on the floor. Johnny watched as she dug her fingers into the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide apart, exposing the small, puckered ring of her asshole.
"Come on, big boy," she hissed, smiling at him devilishly over her shoulder. "It's time for your dessert. How'd you like to fuck my asshole, Johnny? My hubby never gives it to me there!"
Johnny could hardly believe his eyes. He'd heard that some women liked to suck dick, and he'd heard that some older housewives liked to seduce handsome young boys his age. These suspicions had already been more than confirmed by Mrs. Gahan.
But taking it up the ass?! Johnny blinked and stared at Marsha's asshole, watching as the tightly-muscled sphincter puckered in and out with her lust. That was supposed to be something only whores did! He'd never thought an ordinary housewife could be so horny and depraved.
"Come on, Johnny, ram my asshole!"
Marsha pleaded. She thrust her fingers through her curly pussy hairs and anxiously fingerfucked her cunt as she waited. "You won't hurt me! Just smear the Vaseline all over my asshole! Then you can push that big, beautiful prick of yours all the way in!"
Johnny felt the painful stiffness in his cock and decided to worry about what was normal some other time. Sliding from the couch, he knelt on the floor between Marsha's thighs and unscrewed the container of jelly.
Marsha whimpered eagerly as he smeared the thick, greasy jelly all over her pink little asshole. Johnny coated his throbbing dick with Vaseline for good measure and tossed the container onto the couch. Hunching over Marsha's body, he held his prick in his fist and fit his spongy knob onto her rubbery asshole ring.
"Shove it in me!" Marsha shrieked. "Fuck my asshole, Johnny! I'm so horny! Fuck my ass!"
Wincing, Johnny pushed the crown of his dick between her sphincter lips. Then he wrapped his hands around her tits and furiously bucked his ass, ramming inch after inch of his swollen cock into the burning heat of her asshole.
Marsha sighed with relief and let her shoulders fall to the floor. He's finally doing it now, she thought hotly. Oh Jesus, yes! I can feel his cock pushing up my asshole ... it's stretching me ... he's got such a thick dick! I love having my asshole fucked. Unnnhhh, yes ... oh yes ... oh God ...
"Is it hurting you?" Johnny gasped hoarsely. With over half of his prick buried between her cheeks, he winced as her asshole muscles clung hotly to the pink shaft of his cock. "Oh fuck, your asshole's so tight! It's so much tighter than your pussy! Oh Christ, Mrs. Gahan! I'm gonna cum any second!"
"All the way in, Johnny!" Marsha pleaded. "Then you can start fucking me! That's all I want! Just fuck my asshole good and hard!"
With a last, convulsive, jerking motion of his hips, Johnny rammed all of his prick into the rubbery sheath of her asshole. Marsha squealed and fell flat on the floor as her ass tunnel throbbed around his dick.
"Fuck me, Johnny!" she cried. A shameless smile of pleasure curled her lips as her asshole lips were stretched to bursting by the base of Johnny's thick cock. "Oh Christ, I've been waiting for this so long! Fuck my asshole haaard!"
For a long time Johnny lay motionless on her rounded ass cheeks, struggling to contain the pressure in his nuts and the agonizing stiffness of his prick. Marsha's asshole was so tight and hot, and the muscles clung to his dick so hard. He felt like he'd cum as soon as he started thrusting.
Slowly, almost painfully, he raised his ass and pulled his dick out of her asshole until only the knob parted her rubbery, puckered ring. With a heavy groan he sank it all the way back in again.
Then he started fucking her. Johnny slid his hands under her torso and hungrily squeezed her huge, stiff-nippled tits. Harder and faster his hips bucked over her willing body, packing her burning asshole with every thrust of his drooling cock.
Marsha was too horny to last. She came the moment Johnny started fucking her.
"Harder, you bastard!" Madly fingerfucking her pussy, she shrieked and groaned and bucked on the floor as if she was having a fit. "Fuck me, Johnny! Up my ass! Unggghhh! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Johnny's cock shaft throbbed as the spasms of coming forced her asshole muscles to contract tightly around his pistoning dick. He could have held back a minute longer, but if Marsha had cum there was no point in waiting. Moaning happily, Johnny grabbed her huge tits and rammed his cock into her asshole as far as he could.
He came even harder than he had the first time. The hot, white jism seemed to literally explode from his swollen dickhead, pumping her asshole full of spurt after spurt of his burning cum.
"Oh God," Johnny whispered. He held her tits and humped feverishly over her luscious body, thrusting his cock through the rubbery, sucking grip of her asshole as the last spurts of jism oozed from the tip of his dick.
Marsha whimpered happily and lay on the floor without moving as Johnny's dick slowly wilted between her cheeks. She knew it was getting really late now, and she knew that if hers had been a normal family someone would have returned by now for dinner.
But hers wasn't a normal family, and no one was coming home, and she could stay on the living-room floor with Johnny's teenage body and his big, beautiful cock as long as she pleased. Her daughter Debby and her son Kevin were undoubtedly out somewhere getting laid.
And her husband! Marsha giggled knowingly as she thought of him. Frank was the worst of all. He fucked around more than any other married man in the suburbs, and everyone knew it.