Chapter 1
Nothing might have happened had she gone to work that day. Monica Winslow had a part-time job as a secretary in a law office. Her husband owned a used-car agency and he was successful enough so that she didn't need to work, but she wanted to keep busy, to keep in touch with the world. A part-time job downtown had seemed like a good idea. She was always so restless.
Charlie was a decent husband, but she was thirty-four years old and she was just not getting enough sex. She knew that was the problem. A woman her age needed steady fucking. All her friends said so. She believed it. She could feel it. Everything she read said she was in her prime. Charlie was only a few years older than she was, but he was more interested in his business than in anything else. Except maybe football. Certainly not her poor deprived pussy. On this day when she had decided for no very good reason to call in sick at her job, an eighteen-year-old boy was standing on her doorstep claiming he had a television set to deliver.
"Are you sure?" she said, looking him up and down, noticing the bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. "There must be some mistake. "I don't remember buying a television set."
"Is this the Winslow house? Charles T. Winslow?"
"Yes, it is."
The boy looked at her as though she were a little crazy. "The set's all paid for," he said with a shrug. "Charles T. Winslow. Maybe your husband forgot to tell you about it, Mrs. Winslow."
He was right, of course. Charlie had bought another TV set and hadn't told her about it.
"I don't know where it belongs," she said.
The boy looked at his pad. "I'm to pick up a black-and-white trade-in."
"Then it must be the bedroom," Monica sighed. She was nervous. Her mind kept returning to sex, to the question of what this boy would look like without clothes, to wondering how he would fuck. She was being ridiculous. She hadn't fucked anyone except Charlie during the whole fifteen years of their marriage. She wouldn't even know how to start.
I'm just a horny housewife, she thought. The kid would leave and things would be back to normal again.
No chance. When the boy carried in the new TV set to the bedroom, her eyes followed his cute little ass. She had always been turned on by the muscles in a man's ass, by the image of a man's ass pumping his cock. Every muscular curve of the boy's ass seemed revealed by his tight jeans. She wanted her hands on his asscheeks. She would do things to him she had never done with Charlie. Charlie was just too ordinary for certain things, certain secret things that sometimes appeared in her fantasies. God, what a filthy mind she had!
After the boy had the new TV installed and the old one in the truck, he came into the house with papers to sign. She glanced again and again at the bulge of his cock. She couldn't help it. She was so damn horny she thought she'd faint. She realized that for some reason she was at a turning point in her life. She was going to fuck this boy. She just knew it.
Poor Charlie. It served him right for giving her such a dull sex-life. She needed some excitement, something to keep her glands working, otherwise she would dry up and die. It was time. She needed this boy, needed him more than he could ever know.
The problem was how. How did she begin something with a kid almost young enough to be her son?
"How about a Coke?" she said, her eyes turned away to hide her uncertainty. When she looked at him again, he was grinning.
"I'll have a beer," he said. "If you've got it."
His eyes were on her tits, on the swell of her boobs under her thin blouse. She blushed and felt her nipples stiffen. When he followed her into the kitchen, she found herself trembling. He might be young enough to be her son, but he was definitely in command of things.
They played games with their eyes. He boldly looked her over, his eyes resting again and again on her quivering tits. She wore no bra. Her tits were big enough so that whenever she moved they jiggled noticeably. The thin cotton of her blouse did nothing to hide the size and shape of her long thick nipples.
The bulge in the crotch of his jeans fascinated her. He looked like he had a very big cock. She had never thought very much about the sizes of cocks, but now that she was so hungry for fucking she realized the size of a man's cock could be important. A big cock meant there was more to play with, more to suck and touch and feel inside. She wanted to feel and feel and feel.
He was aware of the way she looked at his crotch and he seemed to make no effort to hide the bulge of his cock. There was nothing bashful about him. He seemed very self-assured, very much at ease in the company of a woman. She wondered about his girlfriends. She pictured his hard young cock drilling a line of sweet young pussies. He was the sort of boy she'd been crazy about in high school--athletic body, nice eyes and a cute smile. He was the sort of boy that made her think of cocksucking. She wouldn't mind sucking his lovely cock for hours and hours. She wouldn't mind drinking his come, swallowing his hot load of jism down her throat.
I'm wetting my pants, she thought. The kid had her so turned on, she no longer knew what she was doing.
The most important question of all was whether he was as hot for it as she was. She couldn't tell. How embarrassing it would be to make a move and be rejected! She tried gauging the bulge in his crotch to determine if he had a hard-on, but she couldn't decide. If his cock were packed downward into jockey shorts, a hard-on would be difficult to see. Maybe it didn't matter. He had the look of a stud. Maybe he would want to fuck whether he had a stiff cock now or not. He would get it up fast. A boy his age could get his cock up almost instantly and stay hard forever. God, how she wanted him!
She talked to him about his job, blushing under the gaze of his knowing eyes. Mean eyes. She shivered as she thought of all the nasty things a man might do to a woman. She found it exciting to imagine he was a little sadistic. Maybe it was what she needed.
"I think I'll have a beer with you," she said. She had to keep her hands busy, or else she would fidget and look foolish. The crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt juice. Could he smell it? If dogs could smell a bitch in heat, could men smell a woman?
God, I'm a slut! she thought.
She let him open her beer can and then it happened. He closed his strong fingers around her slender wrist.
"I think you want more than just a beer," he said.
She trembled. She hadn't expected him to make the first move. She had been trying to get up enough courage for it and now it had suddenly become so easy.
They were standing. She moved closer to him and then a moment later she gasped when he boldly put his hand on her tit.
She remained motionless, her eyes closed, her mind focused on the feel of his hand. He hefted the weight of her tit and fingered her stiff nipple.
"You've got a lot of nerve," she said in a quavering voice. As much as she wanted what was happening, she felt a need to protest. He ignored her. His hand played with her tit as though she were a toy.
"I'd like to ball you," he said evenly. "Why bother with bullshit. You've been doing nothing but staring at my cock for the last twenty minutes."
She blushed. Her pussy gushed cunt juice. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on. How forceful he was! She had the feeling there would be no need for her to do anything--he would do it all.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," she said. "This is crazy."
He laughed. "That just means the fucking will be better. Little girls are a pain in the ass."
She stood there without moving as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders to expose her heavy tits.
"Nice!" he said quietly, his voice an admiring whisper. "I knew they would be nice. I could tell by the way they bounced under your blouse."
He held up a tit in each hand, squeezing them gently as though they were melons to be tested for ripeness. She loved having her tits lifted from underneath like that. Her dark nipples stuck out like hard little spikes ready to be kissed and sucked. He teased them, rolling the turgid nubs between his fingers and pulling them out to watch them bounce back. She groaned at the sweet feel of it. It seemed unreal. She was standing there with her naked tits in the hands of this boy and she didn't even know his name!
Then he lowered his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Swabbing it with his tongue, he chewed and sucked on it until she quivered and moaned. It was heavenly. She watched his mouth move over her tit and her knees were so weak she thought she would fall.
Poor Charlie. He had never really learned how to suck her tits. This eighteen-year-old boy was much better at it than he was!
She was cheating on Charlie and she didn't give a damn! How marvelous it was to have a warm mouth sucking on her boob in just the right way! She was a woman and she needed it.
When the boy pulled his mouth off her tit and straightened up, she shuddered and covered her tits with her hands.
"My name is Monica," she said softly.
Grinning, he pulled her hands away to uncover her tits again. "Monica, meet Clyde."
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled the zipper of his fly down and pushed his jeans to his thighs.
Her naked tits vibrating, she stared at the bulge in his white jockey shorts. His cock was bent downward, but it was definitely hard. She could clearly make out his thick cockshaft and the outline of his fat knob. He chuckled at the intense interest revealed by her face.
"Go on," he said. "Pull them down. Get my cock out."
Purring, she moved forward, ran her hands over the muscles of his belly and finally gripped the waistband of his jockey shorts. Tugging downward, she unveiled his long thick cock.
It was a gorgeous cock, a slab of masculine fuck-meat designed to drive a woman wild. The shaft was thick and heavily veined, his cockhead fat and tight. His ball-bag was a perfect pink color, leathery and covered with fine blonde hair and the balls inside looked big enough to hold a gallon of jism.
He was waiting. She knew what he wanted. She had been thinking about it since the beginning, wondering how to manage it without coming off as a slut, but now that she was looking at his cock she realized the most natural thing in the world was to suck it. His juicy cockhead, already dripping syrup, called for a mouth.
Sitting down on a chair, she pulled him forward and closed her mouth over the spongy knob of his cock.
"Oh, yeah!" he breathed. "Do it, baby! Give it head!"
She sucked and lapped and slurped and then relaxed when he took over. He began fucking her mouth, moving his big cock in and out with a slow rhythm, his hands playing with her ears, his ass pumping smoothly. She kept her lips fixed in a firm ring. She loved it. He was fucking her face and it was the most delicious thing that had happened to her in ages!
He's all cock! she thought. The boy was only eighteen and he was all cock!
Her mouth was stuffed. Each time he pumped forward, his spongy cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat and almost made her gag. He was an expert. He always pulled back in time to give her room. She loved the smell of him. She loved the way his big balls bounced against her chin each time his cock pushed forward to stuff her face.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth without coming.
Breathing heavily, her lips wet with her saliva, she looked up at him. "Please!" she groaned. "Let's go to the bedroom!"
He fisted his cock and chuckled. "I was thinking about that."
In the bedroom, they faced each other and undressed. She was conscious of the lushness of her body, of the way his eyes roamed over her tits and ass and cunt bush.
She was not bashful about looking at him. He had a lean hard body and now that she was naked his cock looked even bigger than before.
She moved into his arms and kissed him, pressing her tits against his chest, rubbing her cunt bush over his cock and balls.
Her arms around him, she moved her hands down over his back to the firm cheeks of his ass. She loved the feel of his body. She ran her fingertips over his muscular butt, daringly tickled the surface of the deep crack between his asscheeks and cupped his hard flesh with her palms.
"Your ass turns me on," she whispered.
"What about my cock?"
"That too."
"Suck it some more. I like getting head."
Seated on the edge of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth again. She cupped one hand under his balls, her fingers probing his nuts and pulling his ball-bag away from his body.
"Take it easy!" he grunted. "You'll pull the fucking things off!"
She sucked gluttonously on his hot prick. She let her saliva drool out of her mouth to run over his cockshaft and soon her mouth was making slurping noises as it bobbed up and down on his fuck-pole.
"Come on," he said. "Kneel on the bed and I'll fuck you. I've got to get going. There's a truck full of stuff out there waiting to be delivered."
She was uncertain about what he wanted, then she realized he wanted her kneeling so he could take her from behind.
She had never been fucked that way and the idea of it was thrilling. She knelt near the edge of the bed with her head and shoulders down on the mattress and her ass in the air. Clyde was behind her. She knew he could see everything. She shivered as she thought of his eyes on her cunthole and asshole. She was so exposed and vulnerable! When she felt his hands caressing her asscheeks, a low moan came out of her throat.
He ran his fat cockhead up and down the slit of her cunt, spreading her cuntlips and wetting his knob with her cunt juice. He played with her, teased her by stretching the mouth of her cunthole and then pulling away. He used both thumbs to stretch her cunthole wide open, so open that she could feel the coolness of the air on the hot flesh of her crotch.
It was hard to believe that he was just a kid. He seemed to know more about fucking than men twice his age!
"Please!" she groaned. "Give it to me! Stick it in!"
Her asking for it was apparently what he was waiting for. A moment later she felt his cockhead stretching the mouth of her cunthole and then pushing forward to ream her cunt channel.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Fuck me!"
"Like it, baby!"
"It's marvelous! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
They were soon rocking in a grunting fuck, the boy slamming his fuckmeat in and out of her dripping cunt with pile-driving strokes. It wasn't long before she was coming, her throat gargling out sounds of pleasure as she shuddered with each thrust of his powerful cock.
It was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.
"I'm leaving my phone number on the dresser," he said. "I gotta run, baby. Call me sometime, huh?"
When she heard the front door of the house slam, she rose off the bed with a groan and went to the bathroom. Putting one foot up on the toilet seat, she watched his jism ooze out of her cunt.