Chapter 2
"Just look at those tits!" she said, holding the full weight of her two jugs in her hands. They were white and powdery. Her nipples were thick and a deep pink in color.
"And what a waist! And what nice hips!" she said digging her thumbs into the elastic band of her panties, pulling it out a little, and then letting it snap against her tender skin.
"You don't look 22 years old at all!" she said out loud, "why you still look like a teenager!"
"Why I look good enough to even go out with ... well, go out with Mike!" Rita's mind turned into a swimming sea of erotic visions when she thought that thought. Go out with Mike! The boy next door, the captain of the high school football team!
Once more she went to the window to look down on him. She walked the lawn mower back and forth across the green lawn she could see his powerful muscles ripple under his tee-shirt. She could see his strong, masculine thighs pumping away under his cutoff dungarees.
"I bet he has one hell of a cock!" she found herself thinking.
"And he would be just perfect too! Like Marge said, I shouldn't pick any one who can screw with my marriage, and how could a high school boy do that!"
Quickly her mind raced, it was like old times, trying to set the sexual traps so as to "catch" the man. After only a slight amount of thought, she knew exactly what to wear, what would appeal most to a horny, teen-age boy!
Leaving on her panties, which had grown quite damp from all the thinking she had been doing about the boy's prick, she added a garter belt, which dug in deeply into her tender flesh and a pair of black stockings. She stuffed her boobs into a white lace bra that was two sizes too small. Over it all she pulled on a diaphanous robe of light pink.
Once again she stood before the mirror. But this time, instead of seeing merely a naked, good looking housewife, she saw a sexy, hot woman, ready to be screwed, ready to be rammed with a good stiff cock!
Rita went down to the kitchen. She knew that her pussy was just pouring forth creams and lotions. So much so, she could smell it wafting up to her nostrils. She hadn't been this excited in over a year, and she hadn't even gotten the boy in her arms yet!
The kitchen door opened out on to the back lawn, which is where the boy was now. Rita turned on the radio to a country-western station and got some milk from the refrigerator and put it on the table. She didn't want him to get scared away too fast!
With everything prepared, she went nervously to the backdoor. In her head she still wasn't totally convinced that this was a good idea. She was, after all, seducing a boy! "I wonder if I can be arrested for rape?" she thought to herself, "Oh well, if I remember what high school boys are like, I think the only thing he'll worry about is how much snatch he can get!"
She opened the door and called loudly out into the back yard so that she could be heard over the scream of the mower.
"Mike! Mike!" she called. When at last he looked up from his hot work with his sweating, but handsome face, she said, "Would you like a glass of milk?"
Mike stood there dumb founded. There was his neighbor, Mrs. Smithfield, standing in her undies, calling him inside. At first he thought that maybe she just forgot what she was wearing, or not wearing. But he was a smart kid, and knew something of the ways of women. He knew that her husband was away and that she was probably as horny as a bitch in heat! "No," he said to himself, "this lady wants me to fuck her, and I'm going to let her! Hell, I'd rather plow her furrow than mow her lawn any day!" He turned off the mower and started walking towards her.
"Sure, I'd like some milk, Mrs. Smithfield. This work sure makes me hot!"
"Well come right inside Mike, I'll pour you a big glass. Maybe you'd like some cookies as well!"
"Cookies," repeated Mike without thinking for he was staring at Rita in a way that he had never done before. Oh sure, he had always known that she was pretty, he even had a few fantasies about her while masturbating. But dressed up the way she was right now, he realized that she was really something special.
Rita watched the boy watching her. It made her feel good to be stared at like that, it was like being stalked by a wild animal. She could see that his cock was growing hard and big by the bulge it was causing in his shorts. Soon it would burst through the material, she thought.
She poured out a big glass of milk, but her mind was not on the glass at all, it was on the ever expanding pecker in Mike's shorts. She spilled the milk all over the table.
But Mike didn't notice that either, for his eyes were glued to the tight little panties the woman was wearing. He was sure that he could see some of her blonde pubic hair creeping up over the top of the elastic band. And anyway, the crotch piece was so tight that it was biting into the lips of her cunt. "Why waste any more time?" he said to himself, "if she wants it, she wants it!"
He stepped over to her and with one hand grabbed the sponge that was in her hand, while at the same moment, with his other hand he grabbed her twat and held on tight.
"Here, let me help you with that," he calmly said, as his middle finger began to explore the slit right through the thin, wet panty material.
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Smithfield moaned, "please help me with that!"
"Why don't I help you with it in a little more comfortable surroundings? How about on the couch in your living room?"
"Yes, that will be fine," she said, not really aware any more of anything but the hand that was lightly massaging her cunt.
He removed his hand from her sex-organ as they walked into the living room, but his eyes remained totally glued to her lithe, swaying body. He really liked it when woman wore alluring underwear. One thing about the girls he went out with was that more often than not, they didn't wear any underwear at all! It was the new natural style. But as far as he was concerned, he would rather have a lacy bra he could bite into, as a bare tit. At least to start off with!
Instead of lying down on the couch Rita lay down on the thick pile carpet of the floor. "How would you like me?" she asked, "I assume you have a preference?"
Mike straddled her wiggling form and look down on her. She was at his command, he could see that! He could satisfy himself in any way he wanted on this married woman!
"I think I would like to rip the clothes off of you," he said.
"Mmmm, I'd like that too! And don't worry about ruining this stuff, I never wear it anyway. I bought it for my honeymoon, but after that, well, Ben just wants to fuck quickly and get it over with."
"Maybe I better take off my shorts first," said Mike, feeling the pressure building up until it was uncomfortable.
"Oh let me!" she excitedly said and got to her knees. On her knees, her red, thick lips came just up to his crotch.
With deft fingers she undid the top button of the shorts and pulled down his zipper. The shorts fell to his feet and his cock popped out with a start and hit her in the cheek.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed as she gathered it up in her hand and stroked its long sleek length. "Why don't I clean it up a little for you. It must be sweaty after all that work you did out in the yard!"
Without waiting to hear his answer she stuck the ramrod in her damp mouth, and brought the stiff thing all the way in until it bumped against the back of her mouth. She could taste its slightly tangy flavor.
She let it out again until only the red bulbous tip remained between her lips. With little bites of her perfect teeth, she further excited the thing, causing blood to rush into the tool. The cock throbbed with a red surging!
"Oh that feels so good!" the young boy said as she lightly chewed on his adolescent tool. "Did anybody ever tell you what a soft mouth you have?"
Rita smiled to herself. In fact, no one ever did! She had only sucked, or fucked one man in her whole life, and that was Ben, and Ben would never say anything like that.
Still kneeling in front of the standing boy, she moved her hands around to his firm butt, so that one hand held each of his cheeks. By applying the right pressure on his bum, she was able to get him to pump his slim hips at just the right tempo.
As his hips rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, her head bobbed up and down his pole like a merry-go-round horse. But in her oral cavity, her tongue was moving double time, fluttering up and down the penis-skin of the boy!
"Shit," he said, "you older women can give blow jobs three times better than any of the high school girls!"
Mike's hands rested atop her bouncing head, and tangled themselves in her long blonde hair. They still smelled vaguely like grass. To know that dirty, working hand were holding her pretty, cute head turned her on even more. She knew that her pussy was like a swampy morass by this time, but Mike didn't seem to want to terminate his suck job and get on to anything else.
"Suck my balls!" Mike ordered the kneeling woman, "Put them in that mouth of yours and suck them!"
Rita did what she was told. Out of her tingling mouth came the glistening, extremely hard cock. She grabbed hold of it with one of her hands and held it off to the side, while she dipped under the boys crotch and gobbled up his testicles as if she was bobbing for apples!
"Ah that's right!" he said with a sigh as she got them into her warm, damp mouth. She felt a little like a chipmunk as she churned his nuts around, against the inside of her cheeks. With her hand she grabbed on to the arrow head at the tip of his prick and rubbed the little line, that sliced the bulb on the underside of the prick.
He had a very hairy crotch, with big tufts of dark, curly hair that covered the whole root of his big hunk of burning meat. It was so hairy that even the bag his balls were in, was covered with a thin layer of hair. When Rita moved her hand onto the boy's asscrack, she found that that too was coated with an abundant layer of fur. So much for such a young, nubile boy!
"Faster! Faster!" he screamed as he continued to respond to the sucking of his nuts. Rita's hand was sliding up and down his long shaft lubricated by some droplets of sperm which had drooled out of his pisshole. At last she let the balls fall from her lips.
"Listen," she said slightly out of breath from all the sucking, "if you want me to blow you, then you have to at least give me the pleasure of drinking your come! And you also have to promise to get me off later!"
"Sure Mrs. Smithfield," said the boy. He was not used to being directed around by woman, but after all, he thought, she was not just another one of his teenage lays, she was an older woman. She was, in fact pretty good friends with his mother.
"Well, do you promise? If I drink your come, will you get me off later?"
"I promise!" he said, "but just hurry up about it, my cock feels like it is going to explode any minute!"
"Well I hope you have a lot of cream in there! I really love to eat it. They say it keeps your skin looking young. And this is young boy sperm, it'll probably work twice as good!"
"You have nice skin as it is, you know," Mike said as he looked down at the woman who was putting his bursting cock back into her yielding mouth.
His cock looked so big next to her dainty face! And it surprised him how much of it she could stuff into her mouth.
From his vantage point he could look right down and see the top of her tits, which were being held straight out by her push-up bra. He could see how they jiggled when she moved and he swore he could see the pink areola that surrounded each of her nipples.
He could also see her broad back under the near-sheer peignoir that she was wearing. The back of her bra was the only thing that marred that lovely white surface.
Lower down, he could see the back of her panties which were not doing a very good job in covering up her crack, but then again, her buttocks were so lush and supple, any pair of panties would have a hard time keeping them hid.
"Oh Christ!" said the boy as Rita let the cock slide in and out of her mouth, letting the boy feel the slippery, rubbery walls of her oral orifice. The plunger of his cock was forcing her saliva to spill out and dribble down her cheeks and chin. She was making little gurgling noises as the cock was thrust deep into her throat.
Still her head went faster and faster until she felt the boy's ass begin to tighten up with sexual anticipation. She knew that soon he would spew forth his white froth and that her mouth would be there to catch it all and drink it all down.
Instead of speeding up her sucking, she slowed down and opened her mouth so that it just barely touched the ultra-sensitive surface of Mike's dick.
It drove him berserk to feel the warm breath of the horny woman and just barely able to feel her puckered, soft lips!
"Oh don't do that!" he shouted as if he was in the midst of great pain rather than ecstatic joy. "Suck me hard, please, don't make me suffer like this Mrs. Smithfield!"
She grabbed up his balls in her hand and kneaded them around as if they were two marbles and she was a neurotic ship's captain. Her teeth came down hard on his manhood and scraped up and down its length as if to strip it of its skin. She drove her tongue into the pisshole of the cock as if her tongue was a living cork trying to keep the lid on his sperm!
"I'm going to come! God I'm going to come!" screamed the high school boy who just a few minutes ago had nothing on his mind other than finishing mowing the lawn. Now he was fucking his neighbor in the mouth with long penetrating thrusts of his proud weapon. He knew he would not be able to hold out much longer when he felt his inner muscles tighten like a knot around his pelvis.
Once more he grabbed the woman's blonde head of hair in his strong hand and pulled her on to his crotch. He buried her face in the sweaty V of his legs, knowing that that was stuffing his prick even further into her already over-packed mouth. But he didn't care! He was already past the point of thinking!
"IIIIIEEEEE!" he screamed as the first spasms shot through his body like electric eels. Out the tip of his penis flew a wad of boiling hot sperm that splattered against the open-mouthed woman's face. She grabbed the root of his cock in her hands and pointed the iron-hard organ directly at her mouth like a hose. With her eyes opened, she could see the ejaculations steaming from the boy's stiff cock and going shooting into her waiting throat!
"Come, come in me!" she murmured, as the come kept right on coming, long wad after long wad. It had a wonderful musky odor and tangy, salty flavor. She swallowed as much as she could and let the rest stream from the corners of her mouth. What a feast!
One, Two, Three, Four major spurts shot out the small hole at the tip of his pecker. Rita put the stick back in her mouth as the minor, less powerful explosions flowed. She sucked the stuff out as if she was a baby sucking on a bottle.
Mike was literally shaking. His whole body was a mass of quivering, and when she started to suck his dick, and milk out the last of his creamy fluids, he just couldn't take it.
With a shout of helplessness he tumbled forward onto the still sucking woman. She was a woman possessed and didn't stop her activity even as she fell onto her back with his pelvis smashing into her greasy wet face.
At last his orgasm was over and he rolled off of her. Sitting up to catch his breath he looked over at the woman who just drank down his stuff. She didn't look so old to him any more, not with all that sperm running down her face and her cheeks red and flushed from arousal.
"How was I?" Rita asked, "Did I do it good?"
"Are you kidding? You were fantastic. I never had such a good suck job. You must have had a lot of practice."
T was worried that I wasn't very good," said Rita with relief. "The only person I ever sucked off is Mr. Smithfield, and he never tells me if I am good or bad. I've been real worried, but I didn't know who to ask to see if I was doing it all right."
Mike was a little surprised at her insecurity.
"Jesus, Mrs. Smithfield, you have nothing to worry about at all. You're one of the hottest numbers I know, and I've been with quite a few. Never one that was married before though."
"Mostly teenagers?" asked Rita. "Yeah, mostly girls from high school. But sometimes I go downtown and pick up one from one of the downtown high schools. Those chicks are a lot more heavy duty."
"Mike," said Rita with a serious voice that made him straighten up a little, "you're the first person I've ever fucked beside my husband, and I really love him, I don't want anything to come between us, but...."
"But," continued Mike, "he goes away on trips and you're left alone and horny. I know all about it. It is quite common, I read all these adult books and they talk about it all the time. Listen, don't worry, if that was what you were leading up to. I won't tell anybody ... unless you want me to."
"Why would I want you to?" asked Rita a little confused.
"Pretty soon you'll get tired of just me and you'll want three ways and four ways and maybe you'll get interested in fucking women. Who knows? There's lots of different kinds of fucking out there."
Rita thought about this for a minute, but thinking about being fucked by two boys was making her just hornier.
"I thought you were going to take care of me once you were finished?" she pouted. "I did at that, didn't I. Well didn't you say you wanted the clothes ripped off of you? That's something everyone should experience once in their lives, with someone they can trust, that is."
And without even waiting for her reply he hooked his hand over the top of her flimsy nightgown and gave a hard tug. It ripped right down the middle exposing her fleshy torso in the raw. Now all that lay between the eager boy and her vulnerable flesh was her thin bra and panties.
"What nice tits you have!" said Mike as he placed his hands directly on top of the mounds. He could feel their resiliency even through the lacy protection of her bra. Actually her bra was so thin and transparent he could see her nipples, crushed under the material.
"Hold on!" he said as he pulled her bra down. It didn't break or tear as the peignoir did, but the tits fell out of the cups and the cups folded up underneath her bosom. She looked like she was wearing a bra with the cups cut away.
"Mmmm pretty," he said as he lowered his head to kiss each of the nipples. They were very turned on and were standing up erect. His teeth nibbled at them and found them to be hard and chewy like a good piece of candy.
She squirmed under the warmth of his mouth, and could feel the light, bristly beard as it scratched at the white, pristine flesh of her breast.
"Lick them Mike, lick them good! My husband never licks them, he says only babies suck tit! But I know better!"
Mike clamped one of his hands around the bottom of the woman's left gland and squeezed so that the nipple stood straight up into the air like a giant pimple.
He carefully placed his lips around the red knob and formed a vacuum seal. Drawing in a deep breath he started to suck, and he sucked hard and without mercy.
"That's it, oh Mike does that ever feel great!"
He knew that she was telling the truth because her whole body was gyrating around under him like some sort of broken top. The harder he sucked the faster her hips spun around. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders pulling his face into the flaccid flesh of her tit, making it hard for him to breathe. But he continued to suck, to grind her nipple between his lips and teeth, continue to flick the very apex of that nub with the tip of his flying tongue!
But the bra, which was like a taut rope under her breasts began to get in his way. He reached behind the woman's back, and with a practiced motion, unclasped the white piece of lingerie. It snapped around showing what kind of tension it was under. He drew it off of her.
"Boy that must have hurt!" he said, "look at the marks that thing left!" He stared at the deep red marks the bra's straps left all over her upper torso.
"Yes, what we women go through for you men!"
"I better take off the rest of your stuff, then. I don't see how you can enjoy all this lovemaking if you're suffering from all this elastic digging into you."
"Please take it off," she simply said. She couldn't wait until he touched her pussy and found the sopping wet mass that it had become. She was enjoying having this teenager force himself on her.
"I've never undone one of these things before," he said trying to undo the clasp of her garter belt. "Not too many of the girls wear them. Mostly they wear pantyhose, with nothing underneath."
"I'll get it for you," she said. She unhooked it, but let him roll it off her stomach. It too left deep red lines all around her otherwise smooth stomach.
"I can get the stockings," he said. He unhooked the garter clasps and rolled the silky things down her long, strong legs. Over her rich and golden thighs, down her well turned calves and over her feet. At last all she had on was her panties.
He put his hand on the pubic mound of the woman, right through her briefs. "Shit, these things are soaking wet. What did you do, pee in them?"
"No, that's just my pussy cream!"
"No shit!" he said surprised. He had never felt panties that were that wet before, they were like a sponge. "I'm going to have to take them off just out of curiosity to see what you have underneath that could make these things that wet!"
He peeled down the tight, underpants. The crotch-piece stuck momentarily to her soaking twat.
Her cunt was only sparsely covered with hair, though that hair was bright yellow, like corn silk, and just as fine. He could clearly see her red slit, like a beautiful valley, under the light coating of pubes. In fact, her labia was already open as if it was asking him to come in. He put his finger on her asshole, which lay only an inch or two below her cunt, and then ran his finger up between her cunt lips. The finger sunk rapidly into the gushing groin of the woman as her inner pussy-flaps kissed the sinking finger.
"I just got to eat that cunt!"
"Be my guest. My vagina loves tongue!"
"Does your husband eat you out?"
"All the time. Now I'll get to find out how good he is!"
Mike scooted down between her legs, under pressure, worrying about his performance. Any lover likes to be better than the girl's husband!
She spread her glorious legs wide apart for him, so that her puffy cunt was right there before his eyes, exposed and open, smelling like a forest after a rain fall from all the essences which were streaming out from its inner-depths.
First he just let his tongue slide up and down the outside of the gorge, on the strong, pincer-like outer lips. Her pubic hair tickled his upper lips. She shook briefly as his slightly rough oral probe passed over her erect clit. Ah the clit! His tongue homed in on that supersensitive organ of pleasure.
"Suck my little baby!" Rita moaned as Mike's mouth closed in over it while his ever-moving tongue circled it with vigor, like a human vibrator.
As his tongue moved faster and faster, round and round that small projection, she raised her hips up, arching her back, thrusting her pelvis into his face. Out of her deep, gooey slot, poured her womanly juices which were spread all over his face. But he kept his lips directly centered on that small cherry.
It sent waves of hysterical shimmerings through her tender, horny body. Her head spun around and around from the pressure the boy exerted on her snatch.
All of a sudden she felt a strange feeling that she never felt before. It was coming from the back of her. What was going on down there while he was eating her pussy clean?
"What are you doing?" she asked softly as she was breathing hard.
"You don't know? Why, I'm sticking my finger up your asshole!"
"But that's dirty!"
"Don't worry, trust me. You'll like it!" She lay her head back down and tried to enjoy the new experience. Rita could feel the boy's digit probe around the exterior of her raisin-like hole. She knew that that hole was closed down like a clamp and that it would be a miracle if he ever got in. But he kept up the tonguing of her clit. It was a relaxing feeling, and besides, his finger kept scurrying up to her vaginal opening and retrieving more and more of her slippery oil which he was bringing down to her shit hole. Pretty soon, her rear entrance was as wet as her front one With a sudden pop, he poked his finger into her hole and rammed it in deep! It startled her and she felt a small earthquake jump through her body. Yet it didn't feel bad at all, it felt, well ... kind of sexy, to have something that deep in her, where no other human had ever been. She felt like she was a virgin again, getting fucked for the first time. And when he started to wiggle that buried finger, it was all over. She screamed and writhed in utter abandon.
But she discovered something else too, his finger now pegged her to the spot. She couldn't wiggle away! And his tongue was doubling its speed, flipping her clit back and forth like a ping pong ball.
Her whole insides were boiling up, tightening up, getting ready to explode. And it was all accelerating, like a car going down a steep embankment without any brakes. Her heart was pounding away at the inside of her chest: the rushing blood set her whole body ablaze!
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she screamed as the first wave of orgasm crashed over her, her dam breaking. Her legs shot up and snapped closed on either side of the boy's head. His reaction to this living bondage was to bite down even harder on her clit. With his tongue he could actually feel that bud shimmer!
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" the lady screamed as the boy between her strong legs continued to munch away at her ripe cunt. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Mike had no intention of stopping or even letting up. He buried his face deeper into her sopping muff, and licked, licked, licked. Gulp after gulp of twatjuice he wolfed down his throat. It was a full meal, and a never ending one. The more cream he sucked out of her hole the more cream there seemed to be. Even considering how much of the bubbly froth was now in his stomach, there was that much more spread over his face, on her tummy and up and down the insides of her tanned thighs. Even the bed sheets were damp with the viscous stuff.
"I can't stop coming, Mike! Can't stop!" she managed to sigh. Climax after climax racked her body. Her limbs were flailing all over the rug like a crazy woman. Her boobs were splashing every which way across her heaving chest. Rita's head shook back and forth, throwing her around into a blonde halo above her.
And while Mike continued the sucking of the married woman's blonde cunt, his middle finger scratched at the inside of her tender asshole, feeling the elastic membranes in the interior of that tight orifice.
He could have continued all afternoon if he didn't have to finish mowing some more lawns. He needed the money for the date he was going on with one of his high school girl friends. Slowly he took his mouth away from the warm comfort of Rita's slimy pussy.
She just laid there, saying nothing, trying to bring her breathing under control. The area between her legs still tingled, still throbbed with sexual fulfillment.
"Thank you very much," she at last said, "that was really good!"
"I'm glad you liked it," Mike said as he wiped some of the cream off of his face with a Kleenex. "Was I better than your husband?"
"Holy shit yes!"
"Well that's a relief, I wasn't sure if I was a match for an older guy or not," said the boy.
"As far as your mouth goes Mike, you're tops. But we'll have to wait until tomorrow to see how you are as a fuckster." She reached over and took the boy's semi-hard tool in her hand and gave it a big squeeze. "You'll have to really know your stuff to beat Ben in that department. For one thing, his pecker is about twice the size of yours."
"I think you'll like what I do," said Mike with confidence. After all he had fucked nearly every girl in his high school that wasn't saving her hymen for some college guy she was hoping to marry.
"Then you will come over tomorrow? Ben won't get back until Monday, which gives us all of tomorrow to screw."
"Sure, I'll be here. Do you want me to bring over a friend?"
Rita thought for a minute. First she wanted to get a taste of the boy's prick alone, then maybe she would take on two of them. "Why don't you come over alone in the morning, and ask your friend to come over later in the afternoon."
"Sure that's fine by me. Where are my shorts?"
"Over there in the corner."
After a few minutes of dressing, and then a long passionate kiss, Mike left Rita alone in the house, so that he could finish up his mowing. Rita was left with a strange feeling in her stomach and a glow between her legs.
Lying naked on the bed she thought to herself: "Somehow, I think my life has been changed a great deal today, and it will never be the same again!" Then lightly stroking her fingers over her swampy slit, she added, "and it's changed for the better!"