Chapter 3
A week went by and she couldn't bring herself to phone Floyd Cooper. She was terribly horny again, but for some reason she didn't quite understand she didn't want to see him just yet. Now that she had been awakened to the real world of sex, she wanted every experience to be new and different with a new and different partner.
She realized how much she'd missed all these years and she was determined to make up for it. She had confided in her friend Sandra about her afternoon with Floyd and Sandra told her it was a good start.
"But just wait till you get your asshole fucked," the blonde giggled. "That's the greatest."
Now she straightened up the house and thought about what Sandra had said. She felt her cunthole twitch and her little asshole throb. It would be nice to have a nice cock up her shitter. Not too big a cock, though, or it would hurt.
She giggled out loud. How did one go about finding a medium-sized cock to stick in one's asshole?
When the doorbell rang, she slipped into a robe and went to answer it.
"Hi, Mrs. Doran. I'm here to collect for the paper."
It was Frankie Dawson, the paperboy. She smiled at him and invited him in. Frankie was a cute kid and she sometimes gave him a coke or cookies and milk at the end of his route. She told him to follow her into the kitchen and poured a tall glass of milk for him and a beer for herself.
They chatted as usual, but Bonnie found her eyes resting again and again on his crotch. There was a nice bulge pressing against his jeans, and for the first time she wondered if boys his age fucked. She knew they jerked off a lot, but did they actually fuck girls?
He saw her looking at his fly, and he pressed his thighs together and put his hands over his cock. Bonnie giggled. "Don't cover yourself," she said. "Be proud of your manhood."
His face reddened, but she could tell he was pleased at the expression. She felt confident and in control. He was just a kid, and she could make him do whatever she wanted if she got him in bed. If she got him in bed! The thought, when it struck her with its full impact, startled her. Did she dare? Oh, God, he was jailbait! But he looked so delicious! And his cock didn't look too huge. It would be the perfect time to practice getting her ass reamed.
She poured another beer to give herself courage and steered the conversation to sex. She asked him if he had a girlfriend and when he nodded she asked him if his girlfriend let him get in her pants.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Doran!" he mumbled.
Her robe was loosely tied and her tits bulged out over the top. He stared at her titflesh and the brunette felt herself get hot. She crossed her legs, deliberately letting her robe fall open and exposing a lot of skin. Her tits pressed tautly against the robe and of course she wore no bra so they jiggled with every movement.
"Young girls are pretty aggressive nowadays, aren't they?" She smiled at the way his blue eyes ran up and down from her tits to her thighs.
He mumbled something in reply, moving his legs apart and removing his hands from his crotch.
"I think you have a nice big hard-on, Frankie?" she teased. "Is that for me?"
Her bold words surprised her, but now that she'd started she quickly went on. "You must think I'm terrible for flirting with you," she said. "Because I'm a married woman, right?" She didn't wait for him to answer but babbled on. "But sometimes women don't get what they need from their husbands and they have to look elsewhere for it. It doesn't mean we're bad, it just means we're frustrated. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
She stared at him with sparkling eyes. He nodded, licking his dry lips.
"I'm new at this myself," she said. "Will you help me?"
"Gee, Mrs. Doran, what can I do?" he said.
She breathed easier. At least he hadn't rejected her. "Well for now you can call me Bonnie. Mrs. Doran makes me feel so old."
"I feel kind of funny doing that," he stammered.
"Please, Frankie. Don't make me feel old.
She pushed a strand of hair off his forehead. "I'm only nineteen," she said. "That's not so old you know."
He nodded, his nose almost touching her cleavage.
"Let's go into the living room where it's more comfortable," she said, pulling him out of his chair and into the front of the house. They sat down on the sofa and she deliberately brushed her tits across his arm.
She shivered with anticipation. Everything was going well. It would be hours before Brad arrived home. Once she got started it was easier to cheat. Easier every time.
She leaned against him, her long straight hair falling over his shoulder. His thighs were parted and she saw his cock twitch against his tight jeans. His prick was growing and she realized it wasn't so small after all. Well, there's no turning back now, she thought. Big or small, he's going to stick it in my ass.
She took his hand and put it on her thigh. He grunted, but didn't take it away. His hand felt lovely on her skin and her pussy creamed when she thought about how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth and cunt and ass. She took a deep breath.
"Do you want to fuck me, Frankie?" she whispered.
He nodded dumbly and together they slid down onto the thick carpet. She pulled him over on top of her and guided his lips to hers in a hot kiss. His lips were soft and young, but suddenly his tongue plunged inside her mouth. She gasped at the intensity of the caress. He closed his arms around her neck and Frenched her until she was dizzy. She panted for breath as he sucked in her saliva and explored her lips and tongue and teeth.
He moved one hand over her jiggling tits, impatiently pushing her robe aside and closing his fingers over one naked boob. She struggled to get the robe off her shoulders and in a moment her tits bounced free. He got on top of her, mashing her throbbing jugs with his excited young body.
She closed her arms around his waist and ran her fingers up and down his back. She felt his strong young muscles and breathed in his sweet boyish aroma. She ran her lips up and down his neck and ear, nuzzling inside his shirt. She told him to play with her tits, and he immediately obeyed. He cupped her big white boobs and squeezed her sensitive flesh.
"Get your pants off!" she panted, unzipping his jeans and'unbuckling his belt.
He pushed his jeans off his feet and she moved her hand inside his shorts and found his prick. "Mmmmmmmmm, delicious!" she gurgled.
"Jesus, Mrs. Doran!"
"Call me Bonnie!"
She closed her mouth over his and ran her thumb over his piss-slit. She smeared his gluey cream over his knob. She pushed his shorts off his ass and fell on top of him. She rubbed her big puckered nipples against his chest. She continued squeezing his cockhead while she moaned in his ear.
"I'm real hot, honey!" she hissed. "Feel my pussy and see how hot I am!"
He gasped and closed his hand over her hairy wet cunt. She wondered if he was bothered by the smell of her pussy. The whole room was filled with the aroma of hot cuntmeat.
His face was flushed and beads of perspiration ran down his cheeks. She pumped his cockshaft and thrilled at how thick and stiff his prick was getting.
She lay down now and pulled him into the saddle of her thighs. She teased his cockhead around the mushy folds of her pussy. Her hot pussylips spasmed at the touch.
"Suck my tits!" she moaned as she stuffed his prong inside her gash.
He closed his lips over one big boob as her cunt closed around his cock. "You feel so good inside me!" she wailed. "Your cock feels so good in there!"
He mumbled, his mouth full of soft white titflesh. Suddenly she wanted to suck his cock before he fucked her. Ever since she had sucked Floyd Cooper's dick, she had thought of nothing else.
She pushed him off her body and made him lay flat on his back. Then she crouched between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his teenage prong.
On close inpection it looked different from Floyd's and Brad's. His meat was pinker and his balls were less hairy. There was a pink and white innocence about his cock that she found incredibly appealing. His prick was man-sized, but had the appearance of youth.
Opening her jaws wide she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. The boy grunted and pumped his little ass up, trying to drive his fuckpole into her mouth.
For the second time in her life she tasted cock-cream and her pussy quivered. It tasted so lovely! So lewd and lovely! She tried to get the tip of her tongue inside his tiny pisshole, but had no success. She suctioned in his fuckoil and swallowed it down. He pumped his cock more forcefully back at her mouth and she was afraid he would come before they had a chance to fuck.
She released his fuckpole from her mouth and got down on her hands and knees on the carpet and wagged her ass back at him. She tossed her long thick hair over one shoulder and licked her lips lasciviously. She pulled her asscheeks apart and winked at the boy.
"Know what I want?" she breathed.
He licked his lips and stared at her asshole. He still wore his shirt but she didn't care. She wasn't interested in his chest. "Come on over here and fuck my asshole, sweetheart," she moaned softly.
She was aware that he was nervous and she wanted to calm him. "I've never done this before either," she hissed. "It's a first for both of us."
She teased a finger around her shit-hole and swayed her hips. He moved behind her and fisted his cockshaft. "Are you sure you want it here?" he stammered.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Rub it around my pussy and get it wet. Then stick it inside my asshole slowly. Very slowly. Go ahead! Do it!"
He dabbed his cockhead around her pulpy cuntmeat and lubricated his knob. She guided his hand as he brought his fuckpole back up to her tiny shit-chute. He placed his knob at the entrance to her shitter and pushed in.
"Stop!" she shrieked, a wild combination of pain and pleasure engulfing her crotch. "Now, slowly, a little more. Push in a little more."
She kept her asscheeks spread wide as he forced his prick inside her virgin shitter. He grunted and she shuddered as the puckered little hole opened up to accommodate another inch of his prick.
His snake-like prick pushed forward and his smooth balls slapped her cuntlips. Suddenly the pain was gone and the brunette shivered with lust.
"Oh, God, it's good!" she wailed. "More! Stick in more!"
He pushed in and soon her ass was filled with hard teenage cock. Now he was in ballsdeep and she writhed and twisted under him. Her asshole sucked his cock inside her guts and she spasmed in the first of her orgasms. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.
Deep groans of pleasure erupted from her throat. They both moaned as he began fucking his cock in and out of her shitter. She didn't know where she got the idea, but she suddenly moved a hand down to her cunt and rubbed her clit while he fucked her ass. The combination brought her off again and her second orgasm took her breath away.
She slid two fingers into her cunthole and rubbed her tits with her other hand. She was doing everything by instinct now. Animal instinct.
She came again, ripples of passion coursing through her body. Then the boy came. He cried out and blasted hot frothy cream up her asshole. The feel of his hot lava in her shitter brought her off again and she sobbed through another intense climax. His cock continued pumping in and out of her asshole until it was too soft to stuff back in.
He pulled his limp prick out of her shitter and collapsed on top of her. They both panted for breath and finally Bonnie pushed him off.
Like a child with a brand new toy, she fell over his crotch and gobbled his soft vulnerable-looking cock into her mouth and sucked him clean. When she was through, after she had one last orgasm while sucking his cock, she gave him more milk and cookies and sent him home.