Chapter 8
"I didn't think I would ever do a thing like that! Honestly!" exclaimed Cassie, sitting comfortably in a stuffed chair in Eleanor's front room. "I can't imagine that we all did!"
"It was fun, though," said Mara, idly rubbing her pussy-mound. "Goddamn, that clerk had a huge prick! I was afraid he would rip me apart-and I was almost afraid he wouldn't"
They all laughed. Eleanor wondered how far they would actually go. The thrill of possible discovery had sparked her interest in fucking the clerks. And she had quickly joined in. She wasn't like that normally, she was sedate, staid, even conservative.
She heaved a big sigh. Being bored with the way Jack fucked had certainly changed her. And she wasn't sure if it was change for the better. If they kept going like they were, all of them would land in jail on morals charges. She wasn't sure if any of their husbands would feel like balling them out if they heard what they'd been busted for.
"What's wrong, Eleanor?" asked Vicki. "You look glum. Me, I couldn't be happier. That was the most fun I've had in ages and ages! Why, I'd never have tried a thing like that if you hadn't urged me to."
"That's what bothers me. It isn't like me to be the leader in anything, much less something sexual."
"We all grow up. Maybe we're doing that," suggested Man.
"We can get ourselves into hot water fast if we keep fucking every clerk we come across."
Eleanor sighed again. She loved the warm glow inside her pussy. Sure, she ached from the fucking she had gotten from that monstrous cock, but the cunt sucking had soothed that and replaced it with a peaceful feeling unlike any she had felt in more years than she could remember. It might have been like this once with her, every time she and Jack had fucked-maybe. She could no longer tell.
"You want us to give up on all that fun? Why, Eleanor, this is a liberated age!" cried Cassie. "We're liberated women. We can do as we please. And don't forget, we wouldn't be looking for cock other than our dear hubbies, unless we had been driven to it by frustration. Hell, none of us were getting enough. We sure as hell did today, though!"
"It's all fun now because it's new and different. What happens when the thrill wears off?" asked Eleanor, disturbed at the feelings in her own body.
She didn't think she could control herself any more. She was running wild, turning into a nymphomaniac. The possibility didn't thrill her at all.
"So we find newer and better kicks, but I can't imagine what they would be. Christ, fucking in public-almost-is enough of a turn-on for me to last the rest of my life!" said Vicki.
"We're junkies," said Eleanor, arguing against herself and knowing it. "We've got to stop."
"Stop?" the others chorused. "No way!"
Eleanor realized she had created not only a demon of lust in her own loins, but monsters not easily pleasured in the other women as well. They had tasted what it was like to have all the cock they. could handle, and it was too good to pass up. It wasn't possible for them to go back to the dreary in-out fucking their husbands dished out and called screwing.
"Shit, look at that!" called out Cassie, staring out the front window. "That is what I call a prime stud! Who is he?"
Eleanor glanced out and felt her resolve weakening. She hadn't wanted any more to do with picking up men and seducing them. But this young stud had figured prominently in her fantasies for some time.
"That's Billy Mason. He lives three houses down. I think he's a senior in high school."
"He's so athletic. Look at the way he walks."
"Look at the bulge at his crotch! I'll bet he's a sex-athlete. Imagine getting him into the sack and fucking all night long. I bet you couldn't tire him out at all!"
"No more than you could a stallion."
Eleanor hated herself for what she found herself doing. It was wrong, illegal, definitely immoral. Not only was she cheating on her husband, she was going to involve an innocent youth in her depraved sexual scheme.
She went to the door and yelled out, "Billy! Oh, Billy! Could you come in for a second? I'd like to talk with you." Eleanor turned and looked at the surprised faces of the other three. "Better get into the dining room if you want to watch."
They quickly moved to obey: They weren't going to pass up the chance of seeing this young buck in action. Each of them wanted a try at him, and if Eleanor faltered at any point, they would be more than willing to offer their hot bodies to the blond youth.
"Hi, Mrs. Jackson. What can I do for you?"
Eleanor had to bite her lip to keep from answering directly. Just standing in front of her did plenty to her emotions. She felt her pussy beginning to drool obscenely.
"Come on in. I wanted to talk to you about . . . uh . . . about cutting our lawn this summer. It's such a chore and I thought you might want to pick up a few extra dollars."
"Sure," be said, brushing by her as he entered.
She couldn't keep her hands away from his crotch as he went by. She gave his cock a loving squeeze.
The surprised look on the youth's face was almost worth the risk she'd taken.
"Uhh.. . . exactly what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mrs. Jackson? I got a lot of homework to do and.
"And you want to know if this is going to b worth your while, is that it?"
She eyed him appreciatively. The youth was strong and young, and she guessed he could fuck like a bull elephant once he was aroused. And she knew it wouldn't take long. He was a lusty-looking lad, and she was horny, and that was all they really needed to get it on in a big way.
"I think it might be worthwhile," he said, eyeing her jutting tits and the womanly ass waggling gently as she swayed across the room.
She knew he was getting turned on but she wanted him hooked. She needed that cock of his. As much as she hated herself while she was doing it, she found this little sex-game incredibly stimulating.
Eleanor didn't like the idea of cheating on Jack, but, damn it, it was all his fault she was reduced to seducing local teenagers! If I'm supposed to trim the shrubs and bushes, I'd like to see them first," the youth said.
He sounded coal and sophisticated, but the sweat beading his upper lip and the way his hand trembled slightly told the story.
Eleanor loved the power she felt she had over him. She said nothing as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall open. Her tits poked out as she moved, giving tantalizing bold glimpses of her snow-white boobs and the ruddy nipples capping them. Then she undid the snap on her dress and wiggled her hips enough to move it down.
The top of her cuntal bush poked over the waistband of her skirt. She held it so that about an inch of her fleecy pussy-mound was uncovered.
"See any bush you want to poke around in?"
"Oh, God!" was all the youth said.
The mound in the front of his jeans grew rapidly until she wondered why it didn't just rip through the denim. The size of that cock could be enough to pleasure an elephant, she thought.
"But I don't want you fucking around with something like a little pussy," she said, hardly knowing what she was saying. "How about getting a piece of ass-real ass?"
She turned, let her skirt fall to a pile around her ankles and bent over the table. Her naked ass gleamed in the light. She rotated it around for him to get a full view. If he hadn't gotten enough from that, she made sure he did by reaching back, grabbing her rounded asscheeks and pulling them apart to expose her asshole.
"Fuck it!" she ordered. "I want to feel your prick driving all the way up into my guts. I want you to butt-fuck me!"
Her words thrilled her strangely. She and Jack had never ass-fucked. The idea of him stuffing his prick up her tightest hole was both scary and a real turn-on. She had hinted at it once, and Jack had flatly turned her down. It was about equal in his mind to eating her out. If he couldn't fuck by simply sticking his cock up her pussy and running it in and out, he didn't want to do it. And he always insisted on the missionary position.
"You want me to cornhole you?" the teenager exclaimed incredulously. "I've never done a thing like that."
"You'll love it! Now get that sweet fucking prick of yours into me, or I might change my mind."
Eleanor didn't tell him that the lightest touch was likely to act her off.
He moved in behind her and hesitantly took her asscheeks in his hands. The feel of his prick moving downward to the bottom of that humid tight canyon caused her to come. She felt his hard, heavy cock pressing hotly into her aroused meaty buttocks. And when he lightly touched the puckered ring of her whole with his cock, she came again.
"Fuck me fast! Ram it all in! Shove it into my asshole until I can't take any more! But do it fast and hard and brutal. Hurt me.. . oh, sweet Jesus, I want it to hurt!"
He tried buggering her with his ungreased cock, but the fleshy head refused to enter her whole. The pink ring of her shitter clamped down hard. It had to be coaxed, and he had no idea how to do it. Without even knowing what she was doing, Eleanor reached out and found the butter dish on the table. She pulled the lid off and shoved the entire stick of butter between her asscheeks. The slimy, gooey butter melted rapidly from her body heat and dribbled down over her asshole and the youth's prick.
"Now you're greased. Fuck in hard! Don't worry about hurting me... I want it so bad!"
This time he did get into her shit-chute. He didn't fuck in fast and hard like she wanted, but the pain was still there. He increased the pressure until the little muscle of her anal sphincter reined and gave up the fight. He sank balls-deep up her shitter.
"God!" he gasped. "You're too tight! I . . . I'll come too soon!"
"Don't you dare!" she threatened. "I want my ass properly fucked. And you can do it . . . so fuck it!"
He moved his prick in a small circular motion as if his cock was nothing more than a spoon in a mixing bowl.
Eleanor thought she would pass out from the delight the youth was generating inside her. She tensed and relaxed her inner muscles to get the fullest effect from his huge prick.
She could trace the contours on the prick perfectly. The crown on the end of his fuck-stick felt like an arrowhead ramming into her bunghole. She felt the throbbing big blue vein on the top of his cock and the many smaller veins on the sides of the shaft. His balls swung against her cuntlips and drove her out of her mind.
She came when he started pulling back out of her clinging interior.
The lewd smacking noise as he broke the vacuum he had created in her bowels made her come again. Everything about having this lusty stud fucking her made her more and more excited.
And when the brunette opened her eyes and saw all three of her friends in the doorway leading to the kitchen, she came again. She had quite an audience watching the performance. The idea of fucking in front of people had always been a favorite fantasy of hers. It turned out to be an even more potent aphrodisiac when she acted it out for real.
"Slam it into me! Give me every single goddamn inch of that pecker! I need it . . . need it!"
"Mrs. Jackson, you don't know how close I am to shooting my wad. That asshole of yours damn near crushed me. You're too small, too tight!"
His words thrilled her. The feel of his hands stroking the smooth half-moons of her asscheeks thrilled her. The idea that her friends were studying every single thrust, every stroke, every reaction, thrilled her. She came again, harder than before.
The bucking motion caused her hips to shoot back, and she felt his cock surge all the way into her guts. The pain rocketing through belly and up her spine caused her to moan. But the pain generated pleasure. She didn't understand it. The woman found it increasingly difficult to keep the two separate. But if she couldn't tell pleasure from pain-and was getting a sexual kick out of it-why bother trying to sort it all out? She simply rode the waves of ecstasy flooding her body. His thick stalk of cock drilled mercilessly into her soft asshole. Strong fingers gripped the pliant flash of her ass and tried to tear those meaty slabs from her body. She could hear the frenzied gasping of the teenager as he fucked repeatedly into her seething hot asshole.
The friction of the fucking rapidly burned away what lubrication there was from her tortured shitter. But Eleanor was too caught up in the butt-fucking to want to pour more of the greasy yellow butter over his prick. She could take the pain-she was getting off on it.
"More . . . faster . . . more!" she sobbed.
She fell forward onto the dining room table and pressed her tits firmly against the wood. Rubbing back and forth made her boobs swell with the added stimulation. She could feel her heart throbbing strongly under her left tit. That nipple swelled and threatened to pop at any second.
But when the youth reached around her waist and shoved one of his fingers up her cunt, Eleanor couldn't hold back any longer. The flood gates of her lust were flung open, and she drowned in orgasm after orgasm.
He continued to diddle her cut, finger-fuck her cunt, smear her cuntjuice all over her snatch as he drove his prick in and out of her asshole. She had never been more aroused in her life. Everything was going perfectly for her.
Everything was perfect, that is, until she realized that it couldn't last forever. The virile cock expertly fucking her butt had begun to swell. In only a few seconds it would spew out the creamy load of cum locked up in the youth's balls.
"No, please... god damn it, no! You can't come yet. Don't do this to meeee!"
She felt his cock grow even larger as more and more excited blood hammered into it. The youth lost his smooth fucking rhythm and his hips took control. He jabbed and moaned and shoved with ragged strokes into her ass now. And then came the sweet torturing rush of his white-hot jism. She got off on that, but as she sank to the table top, pressing her tits flat, Eleanor knew that she would rather have felt that cock fucking her the rest of the afternoon.
An expert lover could have controlled himself. She had gotten a well-hung teenager-sure-but he was too excited by the prospect of butt-fucking. She was, too, but she didn't have to keep control like he did for both of them to fully enjoy it.
"Golly, Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry. God, am I! I wanted to hang on, but my balls got to burning and paining me so bad, I couldn't. Honest, I couldn't!"
"Don't worry about it, Billy," she said.
Eleanor blinked twice and saw the lewdly grinning faces of her friends in the doorway. She wondered what the youth would have thought if he'd known they were watching every second of this buggery.
"I'll make it up to you some way-honest!"
"Do you mean that, Billy?"
"Sure, Mrs. Jackson. Anything I can do, I will."
"I see you with Randy Stevens a lot."
"Randy, Randy?" he laughed. "Sure, he's my best friend. In fact, he's waiting for me right now over at my place."
"Get him. Bring him over for a little . . . fun. Do you think he would like that?"
"I know he would!"
The teenager raced from the house, still zipping up, to get his friend and bring him back.
Eleanor looked up at her friends and smiled, then winked. She had had her fun. Now it was their turn.