Chapter 9

One night I returned to my Manhattan apartment in a ratty mood.

I had fucked with Harding, but it was a lot shorter than the session that I had hoped for. His wife was entertaining and he had to get home quickly, so he plunged his pecker into my pussy and went off so fast that I could hardly believe it. One second I was blinking my eyes, and the next second he was off.

I was getting damned sick of that kind of fucking. After all, I was an exceptionally beautiful woman, and it pissed me no end that I was expending all my activities on these quickies for Harding.

There were all kinds of guys at the office who were hot to get into my pants, and every time I walked over to the water cooler and bent over it, I observed the appreciative glances in the direction of my legs and ass-cheeks.

I also observed some bulging crotches when I was in the area, which was anything but new, since I've got a fantastic body, but what bugged me was that these guys would never follow up. They wouldn't follow up because they were afraid of Harding and I was so involved with the work at the office, and activities relating to Harding, that I didn't have an opportunity to meet guys on the outside.

A few times I got picked up at bars, but I found the relationships unsatisfying. All the guys I seemed to meet were the kind who were more interested in drinking than in screwing, and, very often, when the spirit was willing, the flesh wasn't. When a guy gets as juiced up as some of the people who were trying to screw me, they can hardly even get their dicks up. They were as limp as washrags, and that was a good way to describe the way I was feeling that night as I walked into the apartment.

I was as limp as a wash rag, limp with disgust. I didn't know whether Jimmy was in or not. The door to the room where he was staying was closed. I hoped that he was doing some studying, as I could see he was getting way behind in school. He didn't seem to give a damn about studying, period. Except in one capacity-sex. He was chasing just about everything in skirts. And I was doing my best to tell him to lay off of them.

I wasn't as prudish as Mary. I could see that the kid needed to get his rocks off every now and then, but enough was enough. He was chasing everybody, including little sluts that weren't fit to shine his shoes. When I told him that, he told me that any chick who could give him a good head job was all right with him.

I walked into my bedroom, quickly getting out of my dress.

It was soggy with perspiration, as it had been kind of a warm day and the air conditioning wasn't working properly in the office suite.

I climbed out of the dress, then undid the straps which held together my bra.

As I examined myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but curse Harding Scott. Here I was, throwing away the best years of my life, years that could be spent in a more permanent association with a man, and instead I was banging the handsome but already married guy who would one day break off his association with me.

I eased out of the bra, jutting my breasts forward and examining them. I ran my fingers over my pink nipples, feeling a sense of pride in how beautiful my tits were. After all, they did measure out to thirty-seven inches, which wasn't bad at all.

My fingers glided down to my panties, and as I reached out to tug at the elastic, I observed how smooth my skin was. It was velvety, just as Harding told me it was. But if he dug me that much, why couldn't the sonofabitch grin and bear it and get a divorce from his wife? That was what I was coming to ask myself with increasing regularity these days.

Something had to give, as I was getting tired of those increasing situations where he would merely stick his prick into me, explode, then get the hell out. I wanted a little more than that from a man, and I really couldn't be blamed for that, considering what I had to offer.

My fingers glided my silky panties down my legs, and as they scraped against my thighs, I thought about how wonderful it would be to be on a deserted island where nobody was around other than Harding. It would be great if I could somehow get shipwrecked with him away from his wife. Then I would have him all to myself.

I slipped out of the panties, then took several steps closer to the mirror. I observed my glistening golden pussy hairs, and thought abouf how Harding, when he had had a little more time for sex, used to reach out and run his finger with scintillating precision over my pubic hairs. I wanted some more of that beautiful attention, and it bugged the hell out of me that I wasn't getting it.

I turned around and walked toward the bathroom. If ever I needed a cold, soothing shower, it was right then and there. There was one thing about it, I could always count on a shower to do two things. To close my pores and to ease my troubled spirit.

I adjusted the shower water so that it was pretty warm in the beginning. I knew I had to open the pores first, then close them with the cold water.

I stepped inside the shower, closing my eyes and luxuriating as it sprayed with great comfort and frequency against my pink nipples.

After I remained in the shower for a few minutes, I switched on the cold water, feeling a tingling sensation as it splashed against my vaginal nest. I liked it whenever my furry triangle came into contact with something smooth, and the water certainly served the purpose for the moment.

Since Harding hadn't had sufficient time to get his cock into my nest, I would have to be satisfied with the shower water for the time being.

As I continued to enjoy the sensation of the water splashing against my body, I thought that I heard footsteps in the distance. I didn't pay too much attention to it, figuring that Jimmy had probably left his room and was planning to watch the television, which he often did in the evening when he wasn't going out to pump some chick.

Actually, I was feeling a little relieved at the prospect he was watching TV, even if it did mean spending time away from his books. At least that way he wasn't fixing to stick his dick into some slut. like his mother, I was always fearing he was going to knock one of these scatterbrains up, creating some problems.

Just as I was about ready to step out of the shower, I heard the door open.

"Damned, but you look good," Jimmy smiled, opening the shower door and looking at me.

Just one look at the big bulge in his trousers gave me the clear indication of where his mind was.

"Shut that door and get out of here," I bellowed.

"Don't get pissed," Jimmy laughed. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Brenda."

"You get out of here before I slap your face. You're drunk."

"Just a little high," he giggled. "I've been smoking some grass in the bedroom."

"So that's why you've been so quiet," I stormed. "That's great. Do you realize I could get arrested as well as you for that little escapade?"

"It would be all right with me, just as long as they put us in the same cell."

"Your mind's in the gutter."

"No, it isn't. It's on your cunt. You know, I could really give you beautiful pleasure, just stepping into that shower with you."

"You get out of here, Jimmy. I mean it."

He giggled as he walked away, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

I figured that I was safe and that my solid rebuff had discouraged him permanently from making any more overt passes at me.

I found out quickly just how foolish my thinking had been. A kid like Jimmy wasn't about to give up that easy.

Once more the shower door opened, and this time I observed a naked Jimmy standing before me.

I've got to admit that he did look handsome, and since it was the first time I'd ever seen him naked, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

Naturally the thing that overwhelmed me first and foremost was his hard prick, which was dangling out between his legs. Every now and then he would stroke on it, just about the way a young boy would pet his cat.

His body was slim, his muscles firm, and as I examined his frame, I couldn't help but get excited. It burned me up, since I wanted to tell him to go straight to hell. I had to do my best by my sister Mary, who had told me that she was counting heavily on me to instill a little sense in the boy. But here he was stroking his prick just a few inches away from me, and I was becoming more enchanted every minute.

"Now I'm going to join you," he declared.

Without waiting for me to say a solitary word, Jimmy climbed into the shower with me, closing the door behind him.

The next thing I knew, he had his strong arms around my body. His arms encircled me and his lips crushed against mine.

Our lips crashed together with devastating excitement. And as they remained fervently locked, he reached around behind me and began playing with my buttocks.

I must say it was quite a double sensation, getting the steady stream of water pelting against my hot ass-cheeks while his fingers were clutching them fervently.

After he released his lips from mine, he flipped his tongue inside my mouth.

Back and forth our tongues collided, and all the while my resistance was leaving me. I would give in to him completely, and knew it down deep at that point, which bothered me somewhat. But what the hell could I do when this handsome young man was overpowering me sexually and making such a good impression on my sex hungry body.

As his tongue continued to splash against mine, Jimmy reached out and grabbed a bar of soap. He took the soap bar and thrust it into my ass, providing me with all kinds of stimulating movements.

I rotated my ass-cheeks back and forth, becoming enchanted by the level of contact he was providing for me.

He would thrust the soap bar forward into my ass-hole, then quickly withdraw it. He repeated those same movements time and again, causing me to become all the more overwhelmed in the process.

After the soap bar had attacked my ass-hole for several minutes, he released it, allowing it to move upward toward my breast. He did a magnificent job on my tits, removing his tongue from my mouth as he did so.

"You like the tit action?" he chuckled.

"Yes, the whole thing is a mistake. It might feel good to us now, but it's going to be a nightmare in the final analysis."

"Bullshit. You've got to let yourself go," he told me. "That's the only way to live in this screwed-up world."

The longer he permitted the soap to collide with my breasts and nipples, the better I felt about everything.

He was making me hot all over. By the time he finally released the soap from my tits my pussy was ready to explode.

He reached out and shut off the shower water.

"I get to dry you off now," he laughed. "That will be a real blast."

He exited the shower, waiting for me to get out.

I had no sooner set one foot on the ground than he was there with the towel, wrapping it around my body and quickly drying me off.

I enjoyed the brisk movements that he supplied my breasts, running the towel over them with sweeping movements.

"You've got tits that won't quit," he laughed. "You don't know how many nights I've stayed up just thinking of touching them."

"You're putting me on."

"Oh no. I've wanted you for a long time, Brenda honey."

Once he finished with my breasts, he worked the towel over to my ass-cheeks. He let the towel collide with my white globes of ass flesh as he got all the more excited about what was happening. He now recognized that he stood on the threshold of fucking me, and it was really getting to him in any number of ways. I could tell by the way his body was trembling just how excited he was about the prospect of tackling me in bed.

In addition, his eyes danced up and down my body, focusing on my tits for a while, then dropping down to my vee-shaped triangle.

He finished drying me off, then exclaimed: "Let's go in your bedroom and fuck."