Chapter 4
Nell Winters felt hot juice dripping from her pussy. She hadn't been so excited for years. Thinking about her peeping, knowing that he had such a tremendous cock, was making her loins ache and her breasts swell with need.
Oh, I don't want him shooting his come out onto the floor. I want it up my pussy. He's the sexiest young fellow I ever saw. I've just got to get him in bed. If I thought it would help, I'd even pay him to take me on. A fellow his age can just do it for hours.
She realized, as she took the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, that she would have to do this very carefully. He was shy, he blushed easily. And that made him all the more appealing.
Beneath her dressing gown she wore only a sheer pink nightie, cut low at the bodice. She had seen him staring at her tits which she had accidentally half-revealed.
When the highballs were ready, good and strong, she returned to the nook, taking the same chair. She let the folds of the gown part at her knees, and rather accidentally, she let her bare flesh graze his leg, under the table, his hands shook slightly as he gripped the glass in his right. He didn't smoke; she was glad of that. She hoped that, before long, he would be panting into her eager mouth.
Reluctantly, she broke the knee-contact and smiled at him. "I'm kind of awkward, John."
"No, you move around good," he said, gallantly.
She laughed. She took a sip of the mix and liquor. "In what way?"
His eyes dropped. "I like the way you wiggle."
"Well, I know that." she laughed. "You could get all the young girls you wanted. A woman my age knows a lot more, though."
Her cunt twitched with avid yearning as she pressed her bare knee against his leg; his flush deepened. She was almost there. She had to pretend, of course, that he was a man of the world; it would give him confidence. She was positive, however, that he wasn't far from being a virgin. So young and strong and virile.
When you finish your drink I want to ask your advice about something," she said, intimately. 'Sure," he muttered.
A few moments later she steered him into her bedroom. "That picture I just bought," she said, pointing to a landscape on the wall. "Do you like it there, John?"
John was shaking like a leaf in a high wind. Nell stood close beside him, her fingers pressing into his arm, her perfume and woman-scent exciting his senses. She hadn't glanced at the big ridge under his trousers, where his prick rode up along his belly, but he was sure she knew about it.
He stared unseeingly at the landscape, aware that her gown was partially open in front; out of the corner of his eyes he saw a lush, bare thigh and the frilly edge of a pink nightie, so short it was hardly level with her pussy. That was all she had on beneath the outer garment.
Man alive, this was almost too much. The liquor was raging in his blood, he felt the overwhelming sensual attraction of her big, rounded body. Now the robe fell apart in front, revealing the sweet, heavy jut of a tit barely covered at the point by more pink material. Wetness was seeping from his prickhead.
"It's-just fine," he stuttered.
Suddenly she turned, the gown swept open, all the way down, and he was enclosed by her strong arms, her big tits surged into his shirtfront, her soft warm loins pushed against his cock.
"Ohhh, John." she sighed. "Kiss me. I'm so lonely ..."
He grabbed at her convulsively, his mouth met hers, he was sinking into sensuous softness. A shudder ran along her body, her hips lurched forward, a moan climbed in her throat as their mouths wrestled hungrily. Sweet, suffering damn. She was throwing herself at him, and he couldn't resist. His hips curved toward hers, a seeking hand went boldly to his cock. Her fingers shaped the outline of his cock and she tore her mouth from his.
"Honey, hurry and undress."
In a sweet daze, he watched her drop the gown and sprawl across the bed, lush thighs far apart, her tits now standing up, out of the nightie, bare and dark-nippled, widely banded. She shaped them with her fingers, weaving her wide ass suggestively on the bed.
He tore at his clothes. He tripped on his trousers and almost fell. He could hear her uneven breathing; he saw the dark bun of her pussy, the pink slit, all puffy and expanded.
Naked now, he fell on top of her, groaning his excitement. A knowing hand steered his rigid cock to the target. He felt the sweet spreading of her pussy, the soft press of thigh-flesh against his ribs.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she panted, pushing her ass higher, sweeping his prick into her cunt. "It's been years and years."
His bare chest mashed into her jutting tits, her rump uphunched with tempestuous abandon, creaking the bedsprings. His cock was sliding in her pussy, her fierce moans rocked his senses.
She bucked faster. He felt his big knob pounding at the depths of her cunt, felt the clasping and fluttering of her pussy-flesh, her legs came away forward, his balls were banging into the place right below her slit, and suddenly her moaning reached a new, high pitch. Furious shudders racked her whole body, he felt a wild churning around his prick, and then her fierce bleat of rapture brought the burning come along his pulsing prick, out to the knob! He was spurting into her.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh-ohhh-ohhhh." The bed seemed to break apart as she bucked and panted through her orgasm. Her hands were buried in his ass-flesh, she was pushing his prick in as far as it would go. The exquisite pounding of his pleasure had never been sweeter.
"Honey, honey!" she panted, her thighs dropping. "You're just wonderful. I knew it would be like this, with you. I just knew it." He rested on the pillows on her tits, the ripe curves of her belly and loins and thighs. He was gasping for air, sweat was beading his forehead. Rita was very good, but this was even better.
"Man, you said it." He gurgled. "Wow." Her fingers wandered along his body. Her pussy tightened around his still-rigid cock. Her thighs lifted and she wound them around his legs. She hunched playfully.
"Honey, can you ever forgive an old woman like me?"
"Hell, you're not old," he muttered, still in a daze. He started to pull out, but her legs tightened.
"John, you do want some more of this, don't you?" "Yeah! But I thought-" "Oh, nooo!" she breathed. "You can have all of it you want. Any time. It's been so long I don't think I'll ever get enough."
"Man, oh man," he panted.
"Now, raise up a little, honey. There. Now, just stay like that and I'll do the rest."
Nell Winter could hardly believe her good fortune. A young, young, long-pricked stud was between her thighs, at last, and now she was going to swing out.
When I saw him jacking off I didn't think I could take all of it, but I can. His big knob hits right up there where the goodies are. But not too fast, now. Delay it, drag it out. With my husband it was all over much too swiftly. But now I can bounce around to my heart's content.
A woman my age needs a young stud. I'm more passionate now than I was at thirty. It just fills my juicy hole. Rest now, and tighten the muscles. Ohhhh! I could do this for hours.
I can tell he hasn't had much experience, but it doesn't matter. I'll take care of the details. As long as he can stay hard I'll screw him till I'm silly. I want more of him; I'm famished for plain old prick. This bed hasn't had such a good workout since my husband was young, and then I didn't really appreciate it. When he was about through, I was just learning how to come real good.
I wonder if John would like some sexy talk? Al never did, but I know some couples enjoy it.
"Kiss my tits, honey!" she whispered, arching them higher.
His head lowered, he took a nipple in his lips. He didn't know how, but he would learn.
"Suck it, honey. Nibble at it!"
His rapt expression said he loved the sexy words. His eyes were wide with amazement. His big cock was tensing again. He was almost ready to shoot another honey-shot.
She quieted. She rested a few heavenly seconds, her whole body ready for another wild climax. "Now, honey," she panted. "Pour it to me, hard and fast."
He shuddered, his hips curved, his face twisted, he began to slam her with bullish strokes. Ohhh, this was the best sensation.
His strong, lusty drives evoked a sexy storm in her pussy. Her tits surged high, her legs pulled back so he could hit bottom with every lunge, and suddenly the passion burst in her cunt. His fierce moan as he unloaded his come-juice made her pussy convulse; every nerve and muscle in her body erupted in climax.
"Ohh-Ohh!" she bleated, wildly. She was up stroking as he down stroked, the bed rattling. The pounding of his cock in her cunt released a flood of thrills. She was coming and coming and coming.
Her dildo had never been like this, her husband had never nailed her to the bed like this. Even her asshole twitched and puckered. His last thrusts sailed her into bliss!
John could hardly believe his good fortune. All the sex he wanted. She was big and lusty and she needed a man. No moonlight and sweet words, no courtship; just a strong drink of whiskey, to loosen the inhibitions, and raw, carnal sex.
Why do I know it? Why did I have feelings of revulsion after the thing with Rita? The girl he really wanted still was out of his reach; she had cooled him in the theater and she would cool him again if he tried to date her. She was older than he; she wouldn't care to go out with a man of his background. Rough lumber camps, dirty jokes, whores. Inside, he really wasn't like that, but he was getting there fast. Soon he would be hard and cynical about dames. If he married later, he would probably treat his wife as the other lumberjacks treated theirs, like a piece of merchandise, something that cooked and kept house and spread her legs when he wanted a little.
"John, I guess we'd better rest a while," Nell said, shattering his thoughts. "I'm pretty messy."
He knew what she meant. He felt sexy oozings around his prick and the base of his shaft. Her legs came apart, she pushed at him, and he rolled away. His prick still was hard.
He found a certain fascination in it, as he had at the whore house. His cock had been in another pussy, he was becoming a man about town. His prick was slimed with woman juices.
The base side of his being gloried in his depravity, while his better side yearned for a steady, a girl he could court and love and care for.
Nell finished in the bathroom and perfumed her body for another round of pleasure.
She was re-adjusting her ideas about the kind of a man she would like to have around the house, all the time. Would it be too awful if she and John were married? Would she be able to face her friends?
Well, they could move to some new place. In a large city, no one would care. John could find work in Spokane, or on the Coast. She was sure she had at least ten or fifteen good years left, so why waste them. They could even live together. That might be better; he wouldn't be able to raid her savings, not that such a nice young man would even consider it. But she hadn't known him very long. For enough money people did peculiar things.
Ohhh, when he fucks me deep I just go crazy, she thought, returning to the bedroom. John was flat on his back. His cock was hard. Too much!
I won't mention anything today, she thought, wisely. I'll get him used to having his fun with me. I'll teach him a few tricks; we'll try some new positions. I'll give him so much fucking he won't be able to think about anyone else.