Chapter 1
Jenny Johnson felt like sucking a prick.
She realized this at three o'clock on Friday afternoon and it surprised her so much that she started to laugh. She wasn't surprised because it was an unusual desire—Jenny had always been fond of sucking big, hard cocks—she was surprised because it had taken her so long to realize what she was hungry for.
She had felt vaguely and indefinitely hungry all day and she hadn't been able to decide what it was she wanted. She had nibbled at cocktail nuts and eaten a few olives and made a sandwich, none of which satisfied her. It was just an undefined urge for something.
Then, she wondered if maybe she wanted a sausage. The moment she took the fat meal out of the wrapper she thought about how lovely it would be to have a big prick shoot in her mouth and to swallow all that yummy jism. That was when it had dawned on her thai she was starved for a mouthful of prick and cum.
She decided to find some.
Jenny was thirty-five but she looked younger. She was a very sexy lady at any age. She had large tits, full hips and a well-packed, firm-fleshed ass shaped like a teardrop. Her hair was long and dark and silky, framing a sensual face with green eyes and a full mouth—a mouth ideally shaped for pulling or the heads of cocks.
She loved to take a throbbing cockhead into her mouth and close her soft lips around the stalk, just behind the knob, while she fluttered her nimble tongue around on the meaty mouthful. She liked to tongue balls and assholes, too and had been known to spend hours going around the world on a lucky fellow, enjoying all his delicious meat before she gobbled up the creamy dessert.
She knew she would have no trouble finding a man who wanted his prick thoroughly sucked.
Jenny was divorced, her husband had left her a year before. Jenny had been shocked, when it happened because she had thought they had a pretty good marriage and a fine sex life. But her husband had read a book about Gauguin and gone off to become an artist in the South Sea Islands—and, presumably, to catch a mortal disease from some dusky maiden.
Jenny had gone several months without sex after he left. Then she had started going out and getting fucked occasionally, although she did not have a steady boyfriend or lover—nor did she want one. She was perfectly happy to play the field and take her fucking as she found it.
But with all that casual fucking, she had forgotten to suck a prick for quite awhile and so the hunger had gradually built up, unrealized, until now when she found her mouth was watering for cockmeat.
She wanted to rush right out and look for some.
But her daughter Sarah would be home from high school soon and she decided to wait and to go out later, after the sweet child was safely in bed. She considered finger fucking herself while she waited, but that idea had little appeal. She had had plenty of cock up her cunt and plenty of orgasms lately and a hand-job would not give her what she so desperately yearned for—a mouthful of prick.
Sarah duly arrived home.
Sarah looked a lot like her mother and gave every promise of turning out to be just as sexy. Her body was bouncy and pert and nubile and she was very popular with the boys at school despite the fact that she was still a virgin.
After dinner, Jenny casually remarked that she was going to go out for awhile and asked Sarah if she would be all right at home alone. Sarah assured her mother that she would be fine. Jenny hoped she would find a gentleman who had his own apartment or hotel room but she knew there was always the chance that she would have to bring him home. He might be married or broke, which didn't bother her at all but she hoped her daughter would be sound asleep when and if that happened.
She got dressed in a jade-green dress that matched her eyes. It was cut low enough to show plenty of cleavage—of which she had plenty to show. She wore high heels, stockings and a garterbelt. And, feeling naughty, she wore no bra or panties.
"Gee, you look swell, Mom," Sarah com-plimented her.
"Why, thank you."
"Where you going?"
"Well, I, errrr—" She couldn't very well tell her daughter that she was going out to find a big prick to suck. "I'm just going over to Marion Brown's for dinner," she said, on the spur of the moment.
Marion was a girlfriend of hers who was also a divorcee and with whom she occasionally went out looking for men. She knew that Marion would cover for her. Marion already had once—the only time that Jenny had committed adultery.
They had gone to the beach together one hot summer day. They had not intended to find any men, Marion had already separated from her husband but Jenny was still a faithful wife. The two sexy women had stretched out on their beach towels, suntanning in all innocence. But then a very handsome young man—quite young, a boy almost, really—had stretched out beside them.
He was lean and tanned and sexy and wore a pair of tight swimming trunks. In the front of those trunks the bulge of a gigantic prick was plainly visible. He seemed aware of the impression he made, too, because he stretched out and arched his back so that his crotch was slightly raised. He grinned boyishly at the two older women. Marion had remarked how "dishy" he was and Jenny had agreed.
"He knows it, too," Marion had said.
Jenny began rubbing suntan lotion into her thighs.
"Want any help with that?" the young mar had asked, sounding polite but grinning sexily Jenny started to turn away, ignoring the lad But suddenly she was seized by a wave of desire. She turned back, gazing directly at the youth. Then, slowly, she let her eyes run down to his swollen crotch. Her boldness had caused him to blush.
"Yes," she said, simply.
The lad had eagerly begun to rub the oil into the firm, smooth flesh of her shapely thighs Marion, who thought that Jenny was just teasing the boy, had been amused.
But Jenny had been on fire.
As his hands rubbed up and down her inner thighs she began to tremble with desire.
"I want him," she said.
"Jenny!"
"I do!"
"But he's only a child!" Marion said.
Overhearing this, the boy blushed again, confused by such direct talk and amazed that the two women would discuss it right in front of him. He obviously knew he was attractive but he hadn't expected the women to acknowledge it so openly.
"He looks old enough to me," Jenny had said. Then, grinning, "He looks big enough, too."
Marion, who was enjoying matching Jenny in action, was thrilled.
"Well, then, you'd better have him," she said.
"You—you won't tell anyone about this?" Jenny asked.
"Of course not!"
Jenny turned to the lad again. He was bright red and sweating—and not just from the bright sunlight. He was embarrassed. The way they had been talking about him—as if he weren't there or were deaf or something—made him feel like a slave, an object. That was it, an object! He felt like a dildo!
But he was a horny young fellow and he was not about to pass up a crack at this gorgeous broad just because of that. He'd play the dildo anytime if it meant getting into her pants. He gawked at her. She really stuffed that bikini with her big tits, tight ass and juicy crotch. His hands were still working on her inner thighs and, gazing up, he saw a few wisps of cunt hair curling from the leghole of her bikini. His cock began to hammer away merrily.
"What's your name?" Jenny asked, imperatively.
"Roger," he rasped.
She hesitated for a moment. She felt ashamed of herself and was not quite sure that she really wanted to go through with it. It had been just a sudden whim. But now that she had started it she thought it would be more embarrassing to stop than to finish it. Marion would laugh at her and call her a cockteaser and being a cockteaser was worse than robbing the cradle.
She had never cheated on her husband before, but she didn't feel awfully guilty about it. He had recently taken up painting and wasn't giving her enough prick, which she resented, especially because he had a lovely prick and he really knew how to use it, but he was a lousy painter. He painted blots of color and called it modern art. Jenny preferred old fashioned art—and old-fashioned fucking She had gotten so frustrated the day before that she had fucked herself with one of his stupid paint brushes!
"Well, Roger, do you want to fuck me?' Jenny asked the suntanned youth bluntly.
His mouth opened but he could not speak His vocal cords seemed to have stiffened as much as his prick. His prick had gotten very stiff indeed, as it thundered around inside his tight, elastic swimming trunks and threatened to burst the waist band and charge out at attention.
Because the boy was so embarrassed, Jenny felt bolder and her own inhibitions ebbed away. She smiled sweetly and, taking him by the wrist, drew his hand up into her crotch. He gulped. He could feel the moist heat of her cunt through the crotchband of her bikini.
"Ummm, Roger? Do you want that?" she purred.
Marion looked on with interest and approval. She had never realized that her friend Jenny, was so lewd! She was almost as lewd as Marion was herself.
"Y—yes," he managed to rasp.
Jenny looked around. It was a weekday and the beach was relatively uncrowded. There was a line of wooden shacks farther up from the water where bathers could change in and out of beachwear and streetwear. Jenny inclined her head in that direction.
"Go and get in one of the huts," she said. "I'll join you in a few minutes, Roger."
Roger nodded and got up, holding his towel in front of his loins to conceal his flourishing hard on. He went off, looking back over his shoulder, almost staggering with expectation.
"Lucky girl," Marion said. "If I'd seen him first... "
Jenny frowned slightly.
"Do you think I should, Marion?" she asked. "I mean—I'm almost old enough to be his mother."
"Ha! Let him suck your nipples. You can pretend that your nursing your baby." Then, looking serious, Marion said, "I think you ought to fuck his ass off, if you want to know. And you'd better get up there pretty quick, before the poor boy comes in his bathing suit."
"I'll probably be sorry, afterwards," said Jenny doubtfully.
"Not as sorry as you'll be if you don't do it. You'd be silly to pass up a sweet, young boy like that. And with such a huge cock!"
Jenny grinned ruefully.
"Promise you won't tease me about it, later?"
"Tease you? Hell no," smiled Marion. "I'm too envious."
Her pink tongue transversed her lips.
"You can tell me all about it, complete with all the juicy details, later," she said, winking.
Jenny hesitated another moment, but it was feigned. Her mind was made up and she knew it and any delay was just for the sake of appearance. She had to have that big prick. She gave Marion an impish grin and got up.
Her golden flesh glowed. She was slippery with sweat and sun lotion and as she walked her firm body bounced and several other men—and a couple of women—watched her with interest as she passed. Marion watched her, too. Marion really did feel jealous but she was also pleased to discover that her good friend was that sort of girl. They might have some fun together now that Marion realized that Jenny had her lascivious moments, too.
Jenny looked back once, then determinedly marched on to the line of huts and disappeared into the same one that Roger had.
"I didn't think you'd really come," he said.
"Roger. We're both going to come," said Jenny happily.
The boy stood toward the back of the small room. The walls were slatted and the high sun slanted down in, barring his body with diagonal stripes of sunlight and shadow. He was glistening with sweat and his teeth gleamed white as he drew his lips back in a grin. Jenny saw that he had not yet taken his swimming trunks off and that pleased her. She wanted to do it herself.
She moved closer to the nervous but oh-so-willing young lad and the bars of sunlight arranged their diagonal patterns across her heavy, thrusting tits, laying on her cleavage like a caress. Standing face to face and very close, they gazed at each other with mutual expectation.
Jenny was wildly thrilled.
She had never done a thing like this before.
It was such a naughty sort of thing to do. She found it all the more exciting just because it was so naughty and so depraved and so wicked.
She reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bikini top. The garment fell away, the cups retaining their full-tit shape. Her creamy tits were exposed and she arched her slim back, pushing her tits out. Her nipples were big and stiff.
Roger groaned and licked his lips.
"You can touch me, you dear boy," Jenny said.
He reached out with both hands and began to stroke her tits, at first just using the tips of his fingers and then cupping her firm tits in his hands and massaging them. He felt her nipples explode in his palms and he pulled on them and rolled them. Jenny moved even closer. Roger lowered his face and began to mouth her nipples, licking and sucking and sighing with pleasure.
His hair fell over his brow and a lock swept across the thrusting rise of her tit. She cupped her tits, lifting them and pushing them together, deepening the cleavage. Roger ran his tongue up that cleavage then circled it around, letting it mount her tits as he worked to the tips again.
"Ummm," she whimpered.
She writhed, working her tits against his face.
His hands stroked her sides and flanks and haunches and she began to stroke him, in turn. She wanted to take it nice and slow and make it last as long as possible. But she was so eager for the feel of his big prick that she couldn't restrain herself. She cupped his crotch in her hand. As he lifted them she was thrilled to feel the weight of his cum-filled balls. Her other hand stroked along the tubular swelling of his cock and she murmured with joy as her fingers traced the outline of his long, fat, rock-hard hunk of prick.
His cock pounded in her hands.
She slowly drew the elastic of his swimming trunks out and looked down the front.
His prick was hammering in the confines, the knob glowing, the cleft parted and already starting to bubble with jism. She tugged the trunks down his legs and he stepped out of them. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at his cock with admiration. She had chosen well. It was both big and shapely. The knob was mushroom shaped and swollen with a fat, dark vein pulsing up the stalk. His balls were bloated with the load of lovely cum they contained.
The sight of that sweet, teenaged prick made her mouth water.
But Jenny wasn't going to suck him off. Her cunt needed a good stuffing more than anything else. But she couldn't resist the impulse to give that delicious-looking cock a few good licks.
She slowly sank to her knees.
Roger gasped in surprise and delight.
He was not a virgin but he had never had his prick sucked because the girls he knew didn't think it was proper to take it in their mouths. But now he began to tremble and vibrate wildly as he realized that this naughty older woman was going to put her lips and tongue on his cock. He arched his back and thrust his loins out, pushing his prick toward her face.
Jenny giggled, turning her head to the side so that the dripping tip of his cock pushed into her cheek, instead of her mouth. But she only wanted to tease him for a moment. That sweet prick was too yummy not to taste. She felt the slippery tip swelling as it slid up her cheek leaving a slimy trail of jism in its wake. She tossed her head and her dark hair cascaded over his cock and balls like a silken net.
She gazed up at his face.
"Shall I lick it, Roger?" she asked demurely.
"Oh! Yeah!" he rasped.
She pushed her tongue out and began to bath the head of his prick with soft, slurping strokes, soaking him with saliva. At the same time she lapped up the hot, preliminary fluids that were seeping from his cleft and foaming on his heated prick.
"Ummm, yummy," she purred.
She kissed the tip and then let her lips slowly part, feeding the head of his cock into her mouth and sucking adoringly on the savory wad while her tongue lashed its underside. His cock was so succulent and his cum was so delicious that Jenny was again tempted to let him finish in her mouth. She wanted to suck him off and milk him dry and swallow every drop of his lovely load.
But she didn't know if the horny boy would be able to come more than once without resting a long time. She wanted a cuntful more desperately than she did a mouthful, at that moment.
She bobbed her head up and down a few times, sucking deeply, her lips pulling on his shaft.
Then she drew her lips away, gave the tip of his cock a kiss, and stood up again.
Roger looked disappointed.
But not too disappointed.
Jenny was tugging the bottom half of her bikini down. With her creamy cunt before him, the boy could hardly have demanded more. She squirmed out of the tiny wedge of cloth, her lush hips grinding and, naked, pressed her body to his.
They kissed.
Roger could taste his own cum on her tongue and lips but this was no time to quibble or be too picky. When she pushed her tongue into his mouth he sucked on it greedily. When her tongue withdrew, he followed it with his own, tongue fucking into her parted lips. His hands cupped on her taut ass and pulled her belly tight to his groin. His huge cock pressed an indentation into her flesh. She still had one hand on his balls and she squeezed them gently as she rolled her golden belly over his prick.
"Fuck me, Roger," she whispered.
There was not room to lie down in the shack and for a moment the boy wondered how they could fuck. But then Jenny turned away and placed her hands open on the slatted wall and pushed her ass out. Her thighs were parted and he could see her open, flooded cunt, available to his cock.
Roger moved up behind her and she wriggled deliriously. He saw that her cunt was wide open with readiness. The lips had unfurled and the slit had widened out into a creamy slot. Slippery streamers of cunt juice had started to run down the insides of her thighs.
Roger wrapped his fist around the root of his prick and moved the fiery knob against her ass and up the backs of her legs.
"Ummm—ummmm—" she urged.
He dipped his knees and fitted the tip of his cock into her pussy. He moved it around a bit, rubbing his cockhead against her clit and along her parted lips. Her pussy seemed to be sucking at him even before he had entered her hot cunt. She moved, lifting the cheeks of her ass, first one and then the other as he shot his hips up. His cockhead was dripping, leaving a trail of spunk on her ass, in her crotch and up her thighs. He fitted his knob to her pussy again and this time he shoved.
His big prick vanished up her cunt.
Roger was surprised. He had fucked a few girls and usually he had to ease his big prick into their tight pussies but his whole cock had slipped right into this woman without any resistance. Yet her cunt was not at all loose or slack. The soft, hot, moist walls clamped around his prick in a lubricated caress, like a carnal vise gripping his cock.
He held the full penetration for a moment.
Her cunt muscles worked on him, dragging and pulling and fluttering as they sucked on his buried cock.
"Fuck—fuck me," she whimpered.
Roger began to pound his prick into her then.
He dipped his pelvis and plowed in and up and she rammed her taut ass back against his belly and pushed her cunt down onto his cock. His belly slapped against her ass and his balls swung in and banged the backs of her thighs. They pumped together in perfect unison. Her cunt seemed to have been designed to fit his prick, they coupled so perfectly. His cock might have been formed in the mold of her pussy.
He cork screwed in hard.
He dipped and fucked at the vertical pussy.
Her ass danced as he stuffed her brimful of cock. She began to whimper with the pure bliss of it and moan with the physical thrill of having her cunt full of teenaged prick. The mental thrill of knowing that she had seduced a young boy encouraged her too. She was committing adultery with someone young enough to be her son... and loving it!
She tucked her pussy in so that his prick was gliding full-length over her burning clit.
"Ohhh, I'll come!" she cried.
Roger gripped her by the hipbones as if they were handles and hauled her pelvis back as he plunged up and in. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls in her hand, fondling and caressing the sac from which his jism would pour into her parched pussy.
"Come with me," she wailed. "Oh! I want to feel you shoot that hot, thick stuff in my cunt!"
Her words inflamed the lad almost as much as the feel of her sucking cunt did. He felt his own thrill build toward the towering peak and he fucked the prick to her frantically. He was afraid she would come without him and he wanted to squirt his spunk into her as she creamed. He was shoveling his cock into her now, fucking his long, fat cock in to the root with a force that rattled her hipbones. Her ass tilted up on his thrusts.
She cried out in ecstasy.
Roger felt her cunt melt on his prick like a wax candle around a hard, flaming wick.
His balls burst and he groaned as the sap of his lust poured up his cock and spurted into her cunt. Load after load of the hot joy-juice hosed her. Cum and cunt juice mixed together poured from her pussy. The slippery stuff ran down her thighs and down his prick.
He pounded away until his cock and balls were emptied. Then held himself rigid as she ground her cunt around on his prick, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm and pumping out the final drops of her juice.
They stood, linked and panting, for a few, long moments.
At last he drew his cock from her. The big prick popped out and bobbed up and down like a pendulum.
Jenny turned and smiled. She sank down to her knees and sucked his juice-soaked prick into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she slurped the cum and cunt juice from him, cleaning his prick with her lips and tongue. Then she gave it a final, loving kiss as if to show her gratitude for what it had done for her.
"That was lovely," she said.
She was stepping into her bikini bottom.
"Errr—can I see you again?" he asked, with a wonderful vision of a lasting love affair with this horny older woman.
"Certainly not!" she said, as if the very idea was absurd. "I'm old enough to be your mother, Roger!"
Then she winked at him, fastened the top of her bikini and, without another word, left the hut.
Roger never saw her again. But he would remember the episode for the rest of his life.
Jenny returned to where Marion was waiting.
Men watched her and their pricks got hard inside their swimming trunks as she passed. A dyke licked her lips, not even realizing that she was doing it and making her girlfriend jealous. But her girlfriend did not blame her. She, too, would have loved to have her tongue up that sweet cunt.
"Did you?" Marion asked.
"I fucked him," Jenny said.
She curled on the blanket.
"I sucked his prick, first, but I didn't suck him off. I let him shoot in my cunt."
"How deliciously depraved," Marion said with approval.
"I—I hope you won't tell anyone about this?"
"Of course not, honey."
"I never did anything like that before."
"Well, like they say—there's always a first time. Maybe you'll start fooling around more now, huh?"
"I—I don't think so," Jenny said.
But she wasn't so sure.
Shortly after that, her husband ran off to the South Sea Islands in pursuit of his art and Marion and Jenny began to run off to cocktail lounges and dating bars in pursuit of prick. But Marion had kept her word and never told anyone about the affair with the teenaged boy on the beach. That was why Jenny knew she could trust her friend to cover for her if she needed her to.
Jenny went to a dating bar that evening.
The first thing that she did after taking a place at the bar was to phone Marion and tell the woman she was using her for an excuse. Marion was agreeable to that.
Then Jenny returned to the bar and sat there with her legs crossed and her dress high up her sleek thigh and waited for a man to approach her so that she could soon be sucking a cock.