Chapter 4
Just one more day and I'm free, Chrissy thought when she woke the next morning.
Art's funeral was the following day, and after that she intended to cut loose and fuck every attractive man who came on to her. Till then, however, she resolved to behave like a grieving widow.
She showered, had a little breakfast, and got dressed. She had a lot on her mind, and it was only halfway through dressing that she realized what a sexy outfit she was putting on. She was wearing skin-tight red pants and a matching sweater top that outlined her big ripe tits.
She knew she ought to wear black, and she should definitely wear something more modest and demure. Sighing, she walked over to the closet to look for something else, but at that moment the doorbell rang. Stepping into some backless high-heeled sandals, Chrissy hurried to answer it.
Her caller was Matt Lawson, Art's attorney and she almost groaned at the sight of him. He was about thirty, six feet tall, with curly brown hair and a sexy grin and a fantastic body. He was a horny widow's sex fantasy come true. And she'd just vowed to be a good girl!
"Hi, Chrissy," he said, stepping into the apartment, "sorry to bother you so early, but we've got some papers to go over."
"No problem, Matt," Chrissy said, leading him over to the couch. "I know it's a necessary formality. Want some coffee?"
"Sure, great," he said, opening his briefcase and spreading some important-looking papers out on the coffee table. "This shouldn't take long. I just want to explain some things to you and have you sign some papers."
Chrissy gritted her teeth as she poured the coffee and brought the cups to the table. Of all the people to show up now, Matt was the most tempting by far. Even when she was married, she'd had a secret letch for him. She was really going to have to watch herself with the handsome young lawyer.
One thing would help, though. In the years he'd been Art's attorney, Matt hadn't shown the slightest interest in Chrissy. He'd never flirted with her, tried to catch her eye, or even looked appreciatively at her body. He'd been one hundred percent discreet. She hoped he stayed that way.
"As you know, Art left you everything," Matt was saying, "so it's just a matter of me explaining the estate and you signing the proper papers."
"Okay, shoot," Chrissy sighed.
She managed to pay attention and spell her name right, but that was about all. She was very conscious of that gorgeous hunk sitting inches away from her, and she couldn't forget how badly she wanted him. She had a wild urge to tear his clothes off and jump him.
To make matters worse, she'd woken up horny. It was just as she'd feared. All the loving she'd gotten yesterday had just made her hungry for more. She needed to fuck so badly, she could have screamed. And if she'd ever wanted to fuck a man, it was Matt. He turned her on like crazy.
"There, that takes care of it," he said, gathering up the papers and storing them in his briefcase. "So much for business. Now, how about you, Chrissy? How are you holding up?"
Chrissy eyed him and felt her self-control flying out the window. Hell, she'd already seduced three guys before the funeral, so what difference would one more make?
She glanced at Art's photo and gave it a sheepish little smile. Then she looked at Matt.
"Oh, Matt," she cooed, "I'm so lonely."
As she'd expected, he pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, of course you're lonely, honey," he said, patting her back, "and if there's anything I can do to help, you just tell me."
"You could stay awhile," Chrissy sniffed, burying her face against his jacket.
"Of course," he crooned, "whatever you want."
Chrissy wanted quite a lot, but for openers she put her hand on his leg and caressed the hard prominent muscles. She started inching her fingers up toward his cock. Meanwhile she slid her mouth onto his and gave him a quick but sensuous kiss, flicking her tongue between his lips lightly but suggestively.
Matt looked a little flushed and glassy-eyed after that kiss, which was just what Chrissy wanted.
"You're so nice to me, Matt," she cooed.
"Hey, honey," he said hoarsely, "it's hard not to be nice to you. You're a very attractive lady."
"You never let me know that before," she scolded with grin. "You hardly even looked at me."
"I didn't trust myself," he chuckled. "I was afraid I'd get a hard-on for you right in front of Art. But seriously, it just didn't seem right to come on to my employer's wife."
"Well, now I'm his widow, so you don't have to worry about that," Chrissy cooed as she slid her hand onto his fly.
His eyes widened as she started caressing his cock through his clothes. It only took him about a second to respond. She shivered with excitement as she felt his meat swelling under her teasing fingers. His prick grew into a big hard bulge that throbbed in her hand.
"Mmmmm, that feels so exciting," she purred.
Then she noticed that while Matt seemed very aroused, he was also looking uneasily to one side. She followed his glance to that stern-looking photo of Art hanging on the wall. Art seemed to be looking right at them.
"Excuse me a second, honey," Chrissy said, getting up and going to the photo. She lifted it down from the wall and carried it over to the buffet, where she tucked it away in a drawer. She didn't mean to be disrespectful to Art, but he was having a very dampening effect on her seduction scene. Smiling serenely, she returned to the couch and slid her hand right back onto the big hard bulge in Matt's pants.
"Now, where were we?" she purred.
"I'm not sure," Matt chuckled. "I have a feeling you're calling the shots, Mrs. Cole."
Chrissy grinned, took his hands, and slipped them up under her sweater. She went back to teasing his cock through his pants.
Matt rolled the sweater up over her big thrusting tits and ogled the nearly bursting cups of her bra.
"I always wondered if they were for real."
"Now you can find out," she leered.
He did just that, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra. He drew it off and tossed it aside, his eyes fixed hotly on her superb big tits. He ran his hands over the hot silky melons and gave a lusty shiver.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, "they're real, all right!"
Then he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her big cone-shaped nipples.
Chrissy gurgled with excitement, and her soft tit-cones quickly grew into long rigid buds under the sexy stimulation of his lashing tongue. He coated both stiff nipples with his hot spit.
"Mmmmm, that feels so nice," Chrissy gurgled. "Would you mind if I play with your cock, Matt?"
"I think I can tough it out," he laughed.
While he licked and fondled her luscious big tits, she unzipped his pants. She grasped his pants and his shorts and tugged them down over his ass. That freed his stiff cock, which jutted out obscenely.
Chrissy shivered lustily at the sight of it and quickly wrapped her fingers around it.
"Mmmmmm, it's a beauty," she gurgled.
"I'm glad you think so," Matt said, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Listen, how about doing me a really big favor, Chrissy? For years I've been having this fantasy about you."
He hesitated, blushing a little, and Chrissy laughed and said, "Go on, tell me your fantasy. It'll turn me on."
"Well, okay," he grinned. "I'm sitting in my office, and you walk in and say you've had the hots for me for years, and you just can't keep your hands off me any longer. Then you kneel between my legs and-"
"Never mind," Chrissy leered, "I get it. Let's start over. You're sitting in your office."
She got up, crossed the room, then whirled to face him.
"Matt," she exclaimed, "I've got the hots for you, and I just can't help it. I have to have you."
Hurrying over to him, she knelt on the rug and wriggled between his thighs. She fisted his cock and started pumping it and fanning it with her hot panting breath. Matt got a great big grin on his face, and she knew she'd guessed the rest of his fantasy.
She didn't need any more coaching. Fisting the thick hairy base of his cock, she started licking the rest, lashing her hot little tongue all over the sensitive column of blue-veined meat.
Matt slumped back and groaned in bliss. He shivered lustily as he watched her juicy pink tongue whipping his meat.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," he groaned, "go down on me, Chrissy."
She wasn't just indulging his fantasy. She was really hungry for his cock. She proved it by drooling all over his meat as she coated it with her hot saliva. Thick globs of cream began oozing from his piss hole, and she speared them up with the pointed tip of her tongue and drew them into her mouth, gobbling them.
"Mmmmm, ummmmm!" she murmured.
"Oh, shit, fantastic!" Matt moaned.
It was his long-time fantasy come true-his employer's gorgeous young wife on her knees in front of him, licking his cock like it was candy. He'd jacked off to that fantasy so many times, he'd lost count. Now it was coming true, and he could hardly contain his lust.
"Suck it, Chrissy, suck my cock!" he begged.
She gave a hungry gurgle, and her blonde head dipped even lower. She opened her red-glossed lips very wide and started sliding them down around his frantically throbbing boner, and Matt almost shot off the couch.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he yelped.
She took almost all of his cock into her mouth, drew in her cheeks, and began to suck. Her sucking was greedy and strong. She drew the hot cream out of his piss hole and gobbled it as fast as she could get it. Her light-blonde hair flew as her head bobbed up and down over his stiff boner.
"Jesus, yeah, perfect!" he groaned.
Chrissy agreed. His cock was a beauty, long and thick and rock-hard, and she adored having it throb on her tongue and leak delicious cream onto her taste buds. She could never get enough of that special flavor. She sucked harder and harder by the second, wild for his juice.
She vaguely remembered that Art's funeral was just twenty-four hours away and that she ought to be grieving, not going down on her deceased husband's attorney. But she just couldn't bring herself to stop. It was too damned much fun, and she hadn't had any fun in five years.
Surely Art would understand. He'd never meant for her to live without sex. Just the opposite. He'd married her so they could fuck like bunnies. But it just hadn't lasted very long, and she was sure he'd understand if she couldn't contain the lust he'd created in her.
Art had taught her everything she knew about sex. He'd gotten her hooked on it. He'd made her dependent on regular good fucking, and then everything had ended so abruptly. It was no wonder his hot-pants young widow couldn't control herself now that she'd finally gotten her hands on a lover.
"Mmmmm, uummmm!" she moaned as she sucked Matt's fat hard boner and gobbled his cream.
Matt was almost cross-eyed with horniness by now, and he groaned. "Baby, I'm gonna cream your mouth in about half a second."
Chrissy just sucked harder on his cock-meat, letting him know that she wanted a whole hot mouthful of his jizz. That really sent him into high gear. He spun out of control and started jabbing his cock back and forth over her slippery tongue. She firmed her grip on the base of his cock so he couldn't fuck right into her throat.
"Awwwww, yeah, eat it, awwww!" Matt yelled.
Chrissy's cheeks bulged with the sudden steaming deluge of his come. She let the delicious juice collect till she just had to swallow it.
Matt roared and pumped blast after blast of thick jism into her mouth, then fell back at last, panting and red-faced.
"Christ," he breathed, "fantastic! You give a terrific blow-job, Chrissy!"
"Thanks," she grinned. "How are you at giving head, Matt?"
"I can take a hint," he laughed. "But why don't we take off all our clothes and get comfortable?"
"Good idea," she leered.
They quickly got rid of their clothes, frankly ogling each other's fine young body.
Matt was muscular, hairy and broad-chested, a real turn-on for Chrissy. He growled with excitement as he studied her incredible figure. Then she lay down on the couch and spread her legs very wide, one leg draped up over the back, the other dangling off the edge.
Matt growled again as he ogled her luscious-looking pink slit. He crawled between her legs and lay flat on his belly, his face an inch from her cunt. She saw his tongue flash out, and she screamed in ecstasy as it made delicious hot contact with her long-neglected pussy.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss!" she sobbed.
One of the things Art had done best, and one of the things Chrissy missed most, was pussy eating. She absolutely adored it. She'd never been able to get enough of Art's expert tonguing and sucking, and now it had been five years since a man had done it to her. She was in heaven.
Matt was good at it, too. His big hot tongue was all over her pussy, lathering it with hot spit and sizzling into every sensitive fold. She creamed helplessly, soaking his tongue and his bobbing chin. Then she felt his stiff tongue sliding up her cunt, and she howled in ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, stick it in meeee!" she screamed.
She was glad she didn't have Art's picture staring down at her now. He would have seen his lust-crazed young widow with her legs wide open, screaming blissfully as his long-time lawyer tongue-fucked her. But luckily there were no witnesses at all as Matt pistoned his tongue in her seething wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey, I love that!" Chrissy sobbed. "Don't stop, get me off with that big ol' tongue!"
Matt was making another fantasy come true as he pistoned his stiff tongue in the young widow's cream-spurting cunt. He'd often imagined himself doing this to her, taking her to ecstasy with his deep-spearing tongue, but he'd never dreamed it would really happen.
Her cunt was smoking hot and deliciously gripping around his hard-driving tongue, and she was going out of her mind with pleasure and creaming all over his face. He shoved his hands under her writhing little ass and held it still so he could shove his tongue into her as deep as possible.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhhhh!" Chrissy screamed as she began to come.
She came and came. She couldn't recall another orgasm like it. It was more than one climax, it was a whole long string of explosions set off by Matt's expertly pistoning tongue. She almost blacked out with the pleasure of it.
"Oooooh, honey, you're making me come so good!" she sobbed. "I love it, Mattunnnhhhh!"
As Matt tongued her through that chain of body-wracking orgasms, he realized fully how much she'd needed this. The young widow was incredibly horny, the hottest woman he'd ever made love to. But no wonder. Her husband had been an invalid for five long years, and in that time pretty Chrissy hadn't gotten any loving at all.
Of course Matt didn't know about Ricky, Jack and Larry. He thought he was the first lover Chrissy had had in years. So he decided to make it especially good for her. Still driving his tongue deep and hard in her spasming cunt, he wriggled his little finger up her ass-hole and pumped it like a hard cock, bringing her off that way, too.
It was a first for Chrissy. Art had never played with her brownie. She was astonished at how hard she came.
"Unnnhhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaahhhh!" she screamed.
After that she just had to stop and rest. Matt rose, grinning at her, his handsome face smeared with her thick hot come-cream.
"Look what I've got for you," he leered, showing her his stiff and drooling cock.
"Oh, goody," Chrissy gurgled. "Let's go to the bedroom."