Chapter 1
Glancing into the rear-view mirror, Chrissy Cole noticed that the cab driver was staring at her tits. Their eyes met, and he sheepishly looked away. But a few seconds later he was staring again at her deep inviting cleavage.
The guy was all heart. He'd picked her up at the funeral home, and she was dressed all in black and making little sniffing noises into her lace hanky. Clearly she'd just lost a loved one, and all this cab driver could do was try to see the front of her dress. Chrissy loved it.
It had been so long since she'd gotten any male attention, and now that she was a free woman, she was ready for it. She'd had no loving for five long, horny, miserable years, while her late husband Art was confined to a wheelchair. So it didn't bother her a bit to be ogled by the cabbie.
In fact she gave him a big tip when he dropped her off at her luxury condo. Why not? He'd made her feel like a desirable woman, and she had plenty of money to spend. She took the elevator to her apartment, humming to herself. But she stopped humming when she got off at her floor. It wasn't nice of her to sound so happy when her husband had just died.
Chrissy walked into the apartment and started to undress, throwing her clothes in every direction as she prepared for a nice hot shower. She could do anything she wanted now, throw her clothes around, have the whole place to herself. The one big thing she lacked was a man, but she didn't plan to waste much time finding one.
Just as soon as the funeral was over, she'd start looking for some young hunk to take her to bed. She shivered with arousal at the prospect. She needed some loving so badly. She could hardly recall the last time she'd been kissed and fondled and, more importantly, fucked.
Chrissy was just out of high school and trying to get into the modeling profession when she met an attractive wealthy man named Arthur Cole. Art was a whole lot older than she was, old enough to be her grandfather in fact, but she was excited by his sophistication and the glamorous life he promised her.
So she accepted his proposal of marriage, and just a few months after the wedding, he had a massive stroke and spent the next five years in a wheel chair, his mind gone. Chrissy had had just a few months of loving in her whole life. Now she was twenty-four years old and practically a virgin, so eager for sex that she could hardly contain herself.
Naked, she paused before a full-length mirror in the hall and admired herself. Her tall big-titted body was still flawless, smooth and sleek and curvy. She had naturally light blonde hair that fell in waves to her waist, an angelic-looking face and big blue eyes. Best of all, she had a breath-taking figure.
She admired her nice long legs, curvy hips, and tiny waist. She took in her small, neat, golden-blonde bush and then raised her eyes to her melon-size tits which stuck our firm and straight, the nipples large and light pink. She knew she wasn't going to have any trouble attracting lovers.
No, the only problem Chrissy would have was forcing herself to wait till after the funeral before getting laid.
She continued on to the shower, and as she bathed, she reviewed the little bit of love-making Art had given her before his stroke left him unable to move or think. She remembered their wedding night and how it had been both painful and exciting to lose her cherry.
She shivered as she thought about it, her starved pussy growing hot and moist. She remembered how big and stiff Art's cock had felt as it stuffed her untried cunt. It hadn't taken her long to get used to it and love the sensation of being fucked. She'd kept her bridegroom up till almost dawn.
In later days he'd introduced her to oral sex, and she'd adored having her pussy eaten. She got a wild kick out of going down on Art and eating his load. But her all-time favorite thing was fucking. She'd thought she could never get enough of it. She even wondered if she wasn't partly responsible for Art's stroke. She was always exhausting him in bed. Not that he complained, of course.
He'd married her to enjoy her exciting and beautiful young body, and he'd done just that till his stroke ended the fun for both of them. Chrissy was just getting really hooked on sex when suddenly she was cut off. And since she didn't believe in cheating, she'd just gone without love for five long years.
Now Art had finally died, and she was ready to make up for lost time.
As she stepped from the shower, her cunt slit was steaming with anticipation, and she had to remind herself that there was still the funeral and a decent mourning period to get through before she could take a lover. She just wondered how she was going to wait that long.
Chrissy wandered naked to her bedroom, wondering if she ought to masturbate. She was getting pretty horny as she thought about the men she was going to seduce, but she was also very bored with masturbation. After all, it had been her only source of sex for five years.
What she really wanted was a big hard cock in her cunt. But that would have to wait. She eyed herself in the dresser mirror and thought what a shame it was that that body had to go to waste. She was young, healthy, and terrifically horny, and she could hardly wait to get it on with somebody.
She had a hand down the hot silky skin of her body and over the soft puff of her golden bush. Parting her legs a little, she slipped her hand between them and caressed the moist and pulsating flesh of her gash. It felt nice. It always did. But playing with her pussy was getting to be such a bore.
Still, what choice did she have? The funeral wasn't till the day after tomorrow, and then there's be the mourning period, and till that was over, she'd have no relief for her lust except her own fingers.
Sighing with resignation, Chrissy made her index finger stiff and started rubbing it back and forth over her clit.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm!" she murmured.
It wouldn't take her long to get off this way. God knows she had enough practice. She'd masturbated like that almost every night since Art's stroke. She had to do it to get to sleep. She'd lie there beside him thinking how terrific their love-making had been, and it would just drive her wild with lust.
She rubbed her clit faster and felt her pussy swelling with need. Hot sticky cream trickled from her famished cunt and soaked her sawing finger. The beautiful young widow would have given every penny she'd inherited for a good hard fucking. She ached to feel a thick swollen cock pounding in her cunt.
"Ohhhh, dammit, I don't think I can wait!" she moaned.
But she'd have to. Out of respect for Art, who'd left her all that money, she'd just have to behave herself awhile longer. She'd waited five years already, so what differences would a few more weeks make? She tried to reason with herself as she frantically masturbated, her horniness at the boil now.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Shit!" Chrissy moaned.
She grabbed the first garment she could lay her hands on, a see-through negligee of cream-colored lace, and raced for the door. She hadn't had time to bother with bra or panties. She opened the door, and there was Ricky, the paperboy.
He was a cute kid, a thick shock of sun-bleached blonde hair always falling over one eye. He'd been their paperboy a long time, and Chrissy was fond of him. Now his blue eyes traveled up and down her tall shapely body, as if he was lost in a trance.
That was when Chrissy realized the kid could see through her gown. He could see her big pink cone-shaped nipples and the little triangular blonde patch of her bush. Ricky had been growing up this year. He wasn't a little boy any more. He was a teenager, and right now he was acting like one.
It tickled Chrissy. She let him ogle her luscious body through the thin transparent lace and watched his face flush and his eyes get glassy with longing. He sure wasn't subtle. She could tell exactly what was going through his lust-fevered adolescent mind. Funny, but she was thinking the same thing.
"Hi, Ricky," she cooed, "did you come to collect?"
He just stared at her, glassy-eyed, for a moment till he collected his wits.
"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Cole," he said, his voice a little croaky with excitement, "yeah, I came to collect. Hey, I'm real sorry about Mr. Cole. I just heard."
"Thank you, Ricky," Chrissy said as solemnly as she could. "Step in for a moment and I'll write you a check."
He obeyed, and he didn't take his eyes off her as she hunted up her purse and got out her checkbook. She couldn't get over the way he was growing. He seemed an inch taller every time she saw him, and his was gaining muscle, n too, his body taking on the shape of an adult male.
He really was a cute kid. And he so obviously had the hots for her.
"Dated any cute girls lately, Ricky?" she teased.
"Not very cute," he sighed. "Gosh, Mrs. Cole, you're the most beautiful lady I ever met."
"Why, Ricky, how nice of you," she purred as she handed him the check.
He took it, then just stood there staring at her, and that was when Chrissy noticed the growing lump at the fly of his jeans. The kid was actually getting a hard-on just from looking at her and fantasizing about her. She loved it! And something else occurred to her, too.
She needed a hard cock so badly, and Ricky wanted her so badly, so why couldn't they help each other out? Nobody would ever have to know about it. Nobody would be hurt. It just made so much sense. She was quite a bit older than him, but so what?
"If there's anything I can do for you, Mrs. Cole, you just let me know," the boy was saying.
"Ricky, honey, there's something you can do for me right now," she said huskily.
She untied her robe, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the rug, leaving her stark naked. She thought Ricky's eyes would pop out of his head. The bulge at his fly got enormous. She let him have a really good look at her incredible young body before she spoke.
"I feel so lonely and horny, Ricky," she said. "Maybe you could help me out. Will you come to my bedroom?"
He couldn't get a word out, but he nodded like crazy and followed her to the master bedroom. While he stared at the king-sized bed, Chrissy practically tore his clothes off. She feasted her eyes on the first young male body she'd ever seen apart from photos. He was gorgeous.
"Come on, honey," she said, practically dragging him over to the bed, "let's not waste time."
His teenaged prick was almost man-size, thick and long and stiff as a board. It was exactly what the horny young widow craved.
She pulled him onto the bed and gave him a few hot kisses before rolling onto her back. She didn't have time for foreplay. She couldn't wait that long:
"Come on, Ricky, fuck me!" she begged hoarsely.
"Oh, wow, I can't believe this is happening!" Ricky panted.
He glanced at her wet pink cunt slit and then crawled between her hot satiny thighs and let himself down on her. She knew it was his first fuck when he started jabbing around clumsily with his cock and not hitting the target. Impatiently she reached down, fisted his meat, and plugged it into the right hole.
"Now push, baby," she groaned, "give it all to me."
"Ohhhhh, yeah!" Ricky groaned, losing his cherry in one greedy shove.
"Unnnhhhh, God, yesss!" Chrissy sobbed.
For the first time in five years she had a stiff cock in her cunt. She was almost fainting with the excitement of it. Ricky followed his natural instincts and started hammering his meat to her, fucking her hard and fast, but that was exactly the way she wanted it. She wailed with delight.
"Oh, yeah, honey, fuck me good and hard!" she howled. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
The hotly aroused teenager fucked into her like a pile-driver, and Chrissy lay there with her legs wide open, taking his pounding prick as deep as she could get it and sobbing in ecstasy. She wondered how she'd kept her sanity all these years, how she'd survived without being fucked.
"Unnnhhh, yeah, so damned good," she gurgled.
Each deep hard thrust of his cock was bliss for the love-starved blonde widow. For hundreds of nights, she masturbated and pretended her stiff finger was a cock, but it had never satisfied her like the real thing. She sobbed in ecstasy as Ricky hammered his iron-prick into her molten depths. She wished the exciting sensations could go on for hours. She had so much lost time to make up for.
"Mmmmm, it's heaven, baby," she whimpered. "Do you like it? Do you like fucking, Ricky?"
"Shit, yeah!" he groaned. "I could do this for about a million years."
"Me, too," she moaned.
She clutched his jerking, knotting ass and urged him even deeper into her greedy pussy-hole. She kept her legs spread as wide as possible, wanting his hammering cock to ream out her steaming depths. She wanted that stiff boner to rake every inch of her starved cunt.
She knew this fuck would have to hold her till after the mourning period. It had been very naughty of her to seduce the paperboy, and it wasn't very respectful of Art's memory, but the damage was done. She might as well enjoy it, now that it was happening. But she vowed to hold her lusts in check after this.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she gurgled with delight, creaming furiously all over the kid's pistoning prick. "Unnnnhhh, yeah, Ricky! Fuck my cunt good!"
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Cole!" he cried hoarsely. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"
Chrissy appreciated the warning. It gave her a chance to get off before he did. She wished it didn't have to end so soon, but both of them were on overload, too incredibly turned on to last. She began steadily tightening her hot little cunt around the kid's jackhammering cock, getting all the delicious friction she could and bringing herself quickly to the edge of orgasm.
"Unnnnhh, I'm gonna come, too, baby!" she moaned. "Just give a few seconds more!"
"You got it," he moaned adoringly.
She clutched his jerking ass and pulled him deep into her, his jerking cock cramming her completely. Her hips pumped to his rhythm and her big hot tits wobbled hard against his chest. They fucked hard at each other, glued together, their bodies moving to the same fuck-happy tempo. Nothing in the world could have stopped them now.
"Ooooooh, shit! It's so fuckin' good!"
Chrissy sobbed.
"Ahhhhh, Jesuss, unnnhhhh!" Ricky moaned.
She was creaming so hard, his whole belly was smeared with the stuff, and the molten liquid was puddling under her ass. She closed her eyes tightly and let herself rocket into orbit. It took no effort at all. She felt a gigantic orgasm exploding out of the fiery depths of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, shit, baby! You're making me come! Ohhhhh!" she screamed. "Unnnnhhhh! Yessss! whaahhhh!"
Her cunt went into violent spasms around Ricky's hammering cock, sucking the jism right out of his overloaded balls. The boy yelled in bliss and started pumping his load into her hot little cunt. She sobbed in bliss. It had been five long years since she'd had the thrill of taking guy's load.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" Ricky bellowed.
"Yeah, cream me, honey! Ooooooh!" Chrissy screamed.
When he finally rolled off her, he gasped. "I still can't believe this, Mrs. Cole! It was fantastic!"
"Thanks, Ricky," she smiled, "I loved it, too. But do me a favor and pretend you just dreamed it, okay?"
"Okay," he grinned, "I get the idea."
He left, and Chrissy lay on her bed and enjoyed the well-fucked feeling in her cunt, a sensation she hadn't had in years. The boy had given her a delicious fucking, a good hard reaming that would have left most women satisfied for days. Unfortunately, though, Chrissy wasn't most women.
"Oh, darn it all," she moaned, "I want more."