Chapter 2
Incredible as it seemed, she was still horny. Ricky had fucked her hard and brought her off like crazy, but she felt like that had been just an appetizer and that now she was ready for the main course.
"Chrissy," she scolded, "you're out of your mind. Just forget it."
She couldn't go around fucking everything in pants even before her husband was buried. She'd promised herself to contain her lusts and act like a lady and a proper widow. She renewed the promise now as she made another trip to the shower. She simply wouldn't think about men and sex for three more weeks.
Her conscience was satisfied by that vow, but her body wasn't. As she stood in the shower, she replayed every exciting second of her love-making with the stiff-cocked paperboy, and by the time she finished bathing, she was achingly horny again.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. "I just have to stop thinking about it."
But ignoring her fever-hot starved pussy was like ignoring a pot of water boiling over on the stove. It just couldn't be done. Chrissy made herself a little dinner, watched some TV, and tried to get her mind on anything but sex. That was impossible, she found.
Now that she'd fucked again, she didn't want to do anything else. She couldn't think about anything else. She stared blankly at the TV screen, and all she saw was a great big blue-veined cock, taunting her and tempting her. She squirmed with need, her panties moist with her uncontrollably seeping cream.
It was about seven when the doorbell rang again. This time Chrissy's visitor was Jack Emerson, Art's business partner. Jack was a fairly attractive guy in his forties, nicely built and nicely dressed. Unfortunately, he was married and had several children.
"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned, "I came to see how you're doing."
"Oh, thanks, Jack," Chrissy sighed. "I could use some company. Can you stay for a drink?"
"But of course," he said, looking her up and down. "My time is your time."
That look was a revelation to Chrissy. Jack had always been pleasant to her, but he'd been formal and perfectly behaved. She was Art's wife, Jack was married, and that was that. But now his expression was telling her something she hadn't known before. It was something he'd kept hidden all the time Art was alive.
Art's loyal business partner very obviously wanted to get into Chrissy's pants.
She shivered with excitement as she mixed two drinks. It was so exciting to be desired. She hadn't let it happen in so long. Sure, she'd promised herself to behave, and sure, Jack was married-but there was no law against fantasizing.
She joined Jack on the couch and handed him his drink, and he leered at her. There was no mistaking it, he leered.
"I'm real sorry about Art," he said. "How are you holding up, Chrissy?"
"I'll be okay, as soon as the shock is over," she said. "It's very nice of you to stop by, Jack. It's generous of your wife to spare you for an evening."
"My wife's out of town," he said. "She and the kids went to see her mother for a few days."
Chrissy creamed through her panties. She was wearing tight pants and t-shirt, a casual outfit which outlined her gorgeous tall body, and Jack was drinking in the sight. She knew everything was perfect for them to fall into bed with each other. Of course there was that promise she'd made to herself, but weren't there exceptions to every rule?
The chance just seemed too good to pass up. She was the lonely, horny widow, he was the discreet, married man willing to help her out. Jack would never tell on her. He wouldn't do anything to ruin his long-time marriage. They could fuck, and it would just be their little secret.
"So your family's away?" she asked. "You must be feeling lonely, Jack."
"Yeah, I am," he grinned. "How about you, Chrissy?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm very lonely," she cooed. That was all she had to say. Jack gulped the rest of his drink, set the glass on the coffee table, and then rolled Chrissy's t-shirt up over her huge thrusting tits. They looked ready to explode from her delicate lacy bra.
"I always envied the hell out of Art," Jack said, ogling her tits. "You got the most fantastic body. Never seemed fair that that old fart should have you all to himself."
"Well, of course nobody had me for five years, after his stroke," Chrissy observed.
"Jesus, you must be horny," Jack said, his eyes hot with anticipation.
"That's putting it mildly, honey," Chrissy cooed.
Jack groaned. She couldn't have given him a more blatant invitation. He reached around her and unhooked her bra, then drew off the bra and shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up. He got wide-eyed as he ogled her incredible tits. The size and shape of small watermelons, her tits were perfectly firm and creamy-skinned and flawless.
"Christ, yes!" he moaned, cupping her tits and squeezing them. "I been waiting years to do this."
And Chrissy had been waiting years for it to happen. She lounged back against the couch and let him play with her tits. It felt wonderful to have a man's hot firm hands on her sensitive tits again. Her nipples went stiff with arousal, and he leaned down to flick them with his tongue, driving her wild with excitement. She creamed through her jeans and panties.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, that's so nice," she gurgled.
"I can think of something even nicer," he said hoarsely. "Could we go to your bedroom?"
"Yes," she said eagerly, "let's do that."
She bounced to her feet, her big tits wobbling and swaying, and she happened to glance over Jack's shoulder to where a photo of Art stood on the wall. Art was looking stern and important in that picture, and Chrissy shot him a shit-eating grin, then turned and headed for the bedroom, Jack in hot pursuit.
Sorry, Art, honey, she thought, but I just can't help it. I'm only human, you know.
She was glad there was no picture of Art in the master bedroom. It was guilt-making enough to be dragging other men into the bed she'd shared with Art for six years, especially when she was doing it even before the funeral. But really, she just couldn't help herself.
Maybe fucking the paperboy had been a mistake. It seemed to have opened the floodgates of her stored-up lust, and now she couldn't close those gates again. Her bottled-up needs were flooding out, overwhelming her, and she had to satisfy them or go out of her mind with frustration.
She unzipped her tight pants and struggled out of them, taking her lacy bikini panties along with them. Naked, she strode over to the bed and stretched out. Jack was trying to take off his three-piece suit and watch her at the same time. He kept tripping over his own clothes and fumbling with zippers and buttons. It drove Chrissy wild. It seemed a million years before he was finally naked.
As he dropped his shorts, her big blue eyes darted hungrily to his cock. She moaned. His prick was a nice big one, long and thick and steel-hard, just the way Art's cock used to be during those few precious months of their marriage when he had his health. Chrissy creamed uncontrollably.
"Come here, Jack, hurry!" she moaned.
Leering, Jack made for the huge bed, his cock wagging stiffly and lewdly before him.
Chrissy was whimpering with need as he slid onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned and rubbed her swollen mound against his throbbing boner.
"Hey, honey, you weren't kidding," he said excitedly. "You really are horny."
"Jack, I haven't been fucked in five years," she reminded him hoarsely.
She didn't bother to mention the paperboy. After all, Ricky had been only an appetizer. She squirmed with need, thrusting her mound against Jack's stiff cock, and he chuckled and slid a hand between her thighs. He gave a whistle as he explored the scorching cream-soaked flesh of her pussy.
"Yeah, good thing I came by this evening," he chuckled. "You need it bad."
No shit, Chrissy thought.
She was getting impatient. She rolled out of his embrace and onto her back, bending her lovely long legs and opening them wide. She wantonly displayed the hot pink flesh of her gash and its pretty fringe of blonde curls.
Jack gave a lusty growl, and his cock bucked and drooled.
"Come on, Jack, fuck me!" she begged hoarsely.
"Right away?" he said in surprise. "My wife always insists on about an hour of foreplay. She says I'm insensitive if I don't get her warmed up first."
"Jack, use your eyes," Chrissy moaned. "I'm warmed up already. I haven't been fucked in five years. For chrissake, man, go for it!"
Jack quit being a gentleman. He gave a lusty growl and threw himself onto her, eagerly burrowing between her satiny hot thighs. He didn't need any help finding the right hole. Un-like Ricky, he hit the target immediately. His massively swollen cock head stretched her cunt-lips wide.
"Ohhhhhh, shit! Yessss!" Chrissy groaned.
She soaked his cock as it went into her cunt. He shoved it into her mercilessly, cramming her full of the iron-hard meat, but that was just what she wanted. She creamed and creamed, unable to stop the molten gusher. She whimpered in ecstasy as his cock filled her completely.
"Unnnnnnh, fuck, yes!" she sobbed. "I need it so bad, Jack!"
Jack snorted with lust and started fucking her hard and fast, correctly sensing that she wanted it that way. He just hoped he was up to the job of satisfying this incredibly horny and sex-starved young widow. Five years was one hell of a long time to go without being fucked.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck me good and hard!" Chrissy wailed, her cream boiling thickly around his hammering prick.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fantastic!" Jack groaned.
Since the very first moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd wanted his partner's wife. He'd never forget the day Art brought his young wife to the office and showed her off. She looked like a human Barbie doll, she was so perfect, except that she had much bigger and nicer tits than any doll.
Ever since then Jack had been fantasizing about her. In his daydreams he'd made love to her in every imaginable way. But he'd never imagined he'd have a chance to make his jack-off dreams come true. It seemed incredible that he was actually fucking Art Cole's gorgeous young wife.
Not only was he fucking her, she was loving it, going wild with excitement and soaking his cock with blast after blast of hot cream. She was the hottest thing he'd ever fucked. Now she was arching her body, taking his cock as deep as she could get it and greedily rubbing her clit against his pistoning shaft.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, Jack, fuck hard! I'm gonna come!" she squealed.
Jack could hardly believe it. They'd only been fucking a few minutes, and already the young widow was panting on the brink of climax. He speeded up and fucked her very hard and fast, and her cunt went vise-tight around his meat.
"Oooooo, shit, whaaahhhhhh!" Chrissy screamed.
She was coming hard. He feit her cunt convulsing around his cock and her huge hot tits shaking against his chest. He gritted his teeth and managed not to shoot his load. He wasn't finished with her yet. He fucked her through her body-wracking orgasm, then pulled his dripping cock out of her.
"Oh, don't stop yet, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck me some more!"
"I intend to, baby," Jack chuckled, "but let's do it another way this time."
"Oh, sure!" Chrissy cried gratefully.
She rolled onto her hands and knees, and Jack shoved his thick hard boner into her from behind.
Chrissy clawed the bedspread and wailed with delight as his stiff cock crammed her full again. He started fucking her good and hard, just the way she craved it, and thick cream gushed out around his prick and flooded down her legs.
"Shit, yes, fuck me hard!" she panted. "Fuck me till I can't take any more!"
Jack intended to try, but he still wondered if one man was enough for the hot-cunted young widow. After all, she had five years of neglect to make up for, and that wasn't going to happen in just one fuck or even one night.
Well, all he could do was give it his best shot. Grinning blissfully, he pounded his throbbing boner into her deliciously tight and steaming cunt. He watched her big stiff-nippled tits swinging back and forth and listened to her hoarse cries of ecstasy as she took the steady pounding of his cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, I love it!" she wailed.
Chrissy was getting the hard fucking she needed so desperately. She just wondered how much it was going to take before her incredible horniness was finally satisfied. He'd already brought her off good and hard, just a few minutes ago, and here she was about to explode into another orgasm.
"Harder," she sobbed, "faster! Ohhhhh, Jack! I need it so damned bad!"
Jack snorted with lust and gave it everything he had, fucking into her so hard that the king-sized bed creaked and bounced. His belly hit her ass loudly, and his cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her thick cream. Again he felt her little pussy tightening like a vise around his meat.
"Ooooo, shit! You're doing it to meeee!" Chrissy screamed. "I'm coming, ohhhhh!"
The only thing that kept Jack from coming right along with her was greed. He didn't want to stop fucking the incredibly horny blonde, not yet. It thrilled the hell out of him to be giving her the fucking she craved so badly after five years without sex. It was an experience he wanted to exploit completely.
So as she finished coming, he pulled out and stretched out on his back. "Sit on my cock, honey."
Chrissy didn't have to be asked twice. She whirled around and straddled him and slid down the rigid pole of his prick, wailing with bliss.
Jack could hardly believe it. This girl had barely finished one orgasm, and already she was after another, jerking her hips impatiently.
"Fuck me, Jack, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck my pussy good!"
Jack snorted lustily, grabbed her by the waist, and started hammering his meat to her. He went into high gear, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out this time, just wanting to flood her hot little cunt with ten gallons of his jism.
Chrissy rode his pounding cock with shrieks of bliss.
"Oooooo, yeah, fuck hard! Fuck my brains out!" she wailed. Her little pussy was almost sore from the hard reaming he was giving it, but Chrissy loved every second of his fucking. She had to be fucked hard and thoroughly to appease her pent-up needs. This was no time for gentle love-making. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed tightly as she rocketed toward yet another climax.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she gurgled.
"Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna come!" Jack groaned.
Chrissy took the hint and clamped her strong young cuntal muscles tight around his hammering cock. The red-hot friction got her off almost instantly, and Jack felt her steaming fuck tunnel sucking at his prick and drawing the boiling jism right out of his balls.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm cominnngggg!" she screamed.
"Awwwww, shit! Take my load-awwww!" Jack yelled, hammering her cunt full of thick molten jizz.
Chrissy sobbed with ecstasy as yet another powerful climax ripped through her body. She'd fucked two guys today and had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had. Really, that should have satisfied her till after the period of mourning for Art. Any normal woman would have been exhausted.
But as Jack got dressed and kissed her goodnight, Chrissy was almost whimpering with frustration. He'd fucked her hard and for a long time, and he'd made her come again and again, but it hadn't been enough. Her lust was even more powerful than she'd dreamed.
"More," she moaned to herself, "oh, shit, I want more!"