Chapter 2
Mrs. Nathan Hampton-Joyce-was a good friend of Carla Stevens, Marc's mother. They remained good friends because Carla suspected that Joyce was as familiar with Marc's cock as she would have been if they had been married. Had she known her well-behaved son was fucking a woman who was the same age as her, and he friends at that, she might have raised hell. Of course, Carla had no idea her son had been screwing another friend of hers, Delia Latham, all summer.
That was actually how it got started between Joyce and Carla's son Marc. To get to Delia's home, Marc had to walk past Joyce's place, and Joyce noticed he was walking by quite often. His trips to Delia's front door were as regular as the mail carrier's.
Joyce was no dummy. She soon figured out that the only thing that would attract a horny young stud like Marc to Delia's doorstep so often was Delia's pussy. That hot-cunted woman was letting the guy fuck her.
Well she was a hot cunted woman, too, and she was entitled to some of that action as much as Delia was. And screwing her would be more convenient for Marc, because her house was closer.
One day when she saw Marc about to pass her place on his way to Delia's, she opened the front door and called to him. He came in, she closed the door behind him and he didn't get to see Delia that day. But he spent the day with his prick in a hot pussy just the same. He soon learned that everything he did with Delia, he could do with Joyce. She didn't even say no when one day he asked her to get down on all fours and announced that he was going to mount her from behind like a dog.
On the days when Marc was throwing a fuck into Delia instead of her, Joyce went over to the Stevens' home and spent a few hours chatting with Carla over coffee. It tickled her sense of the ludicrous that she could have coffee with Carla one day, and be screwed by Carla's son the next. It made her wonder how well Carla really knew her son. Here he was humping at least two married women in the neighborhood and she didn't know a thing about it.
One day while they were having coffee, Carla invited Joyce to watch a movie with her on the VCR. Joyce wasn't very enthused until Carla said, "I'm talking about an XXX-rated movie, a porno picture. My husband has a closet full of them. We watch them together at bedtime. It helps him to get his cock up."
Joyce was immediately interested and enthused. "Does Marc know about them?" she asked cautiously.
Carla laughed. "Albert keeps them well-hidden in the closet and thinks Marc doesn't know about them. He doesn't want to corrupt his son's morals. But he knows. He sneaks one or two out and watched them in his room at night. I can't say why. I'm sure he doesn't need them to get his meat up."
"Marc has a problem that way?" Joyce asked with an oh so innocent smile on her face.
"Have you ever known a time when the front of his pants wasn't sticking out like a tent?" Carla replied. "He even gets a hard-on when he's mowing the lawn. All the girls his age in the neighborhood probably think he was born with an upright cock, since they've never seen it when it was limp."
Joyce sat beside Carla on the couch and as they watched the movie, both women grew hotter and hotter. The film had all the scenes, which Joyce soon learned were standard, men shooting their sperm onto women. Not in them, but on them. Joyce was shocked and revolted at first, then fascinated and, finally, the sight of a naked woman being sprayed by a man's spurting cock, turned her on like crazy. She pictured herself lying naked with Marc crouching over her, jerking his long hard boner and sending his hot gushing load all over her, from her cunt all the way up to her face. like the guy in the movie was doing.
It was a thrilling thing to watch. She had never seen a guy shoot his load before. Her husband and Marc, and her previous lovers, had all shot off inside her cunt.
Joyce was as hot right then as she always got when she was in her bedroom with Marc. And now here she was with his mother, feeling aroused. She was tempted to suggest to Carla that they go upstairs to her bedroom, take off their clothes and get onto the bed together. Joyce could swing both ways and she was sure Carla could too.
Joyce loved sex, whether it was with Marc or a willing female. Indeed, up to now her list of previous lovers included almost as many females as males. Her most recent female lover was Delia Latham, and they ate each other frequently, up to the time Delia let young Marc Stevens crawl up between her legs and service her twat with his awesome cock.
Right now she wanted Carla, but she didn't have the courage to make a play for her. There was a good possibility Marc's mother would get angry if she were to propose they spend the day eating one another's pussy.
Maybe she would make a try for Carla some other time. At the moment, part of her lustful attention was on the exciting thought of Marc shooting off his hot load all over her.
A few days later, when she and Marc were in her bedroom, both of them naked, she told him flat out what she wanted.
"Straddle me and let me watch you jerk off," she told him. "Shoot off all over me!"
Marc smiled. She sounded just like Delia Latham when she had let him know she wanted him to bathe her body in his cum. He was as eager to try it as she was, but he had to tease her a little first. Hold out for a while and then she'd really want it. With Joyce or with any other female.
"Wouldn't you rather I shoot off in your pussy?" he asked. "I love your tight, hot twat. You have good muscle control and you can really grab hold of my pecker. Your pussy holds it in a vise-like grip and that is really hot."
"I'll suck your cock if you'll promise to let me know when you're ready to shoot off," she offered. "I can usually tell, but I don't want to leave it up to chance. I want to be sure you cum all over me. I've never seen a guy's prick spurt and I want to."
She grabbed hold of Marc's cock and squeezed it, thrilled that it was as hard as a bar of steel. Pushing him down on the bed on his back, she got over him on her haunches. Her mouth swooped to its target.
That part was easy. She loved to suck Marc's cock. Her head went up and down willingly. She took his prick into her mouth, as far back as she could get it. The veins were ridgy and she could feel them alongside the tender inner flesh of her cheeks. She eeled her tongue around his shaft and reveled in the feel of all that hot meat stuffing her mouth.
As her lips tightened on the prong, she felt Marc responding. His cock slid back and forth while she sucked on it. At the same time, she teased his balls, tickling them and lifting them in her hand.
Marc was groaning continuously as his fuck tool was being squeezed and enveloped in her mouth. She felt him stiffen. She didn't have to be told he was about to shoot off.
Quickly, she got off him and stretched out on the bed alongside him. "Climb over me. Straddle me. Quick!"
As soon as he did, a big glob of creamy cum burst out of the peehole of his rigid, trembling cock. She watched in fascination as it landed in the cup she had made with her hands. Another spurt spewed from his thick shaft and she scooped it up. Then came several spurts and, because his cock was bucking so much, some of it landed on her cunt. Most of it she managed to catch in her hands, though. And when he had finally unloaded what seemed like a cupful, she got down to the business of lapping it up. It was a taste she never tired of.
She lay there, rolling her ass around like mad. Her cunt needed relief, any kind of relief. Marc's mouth or Marc's cock, she didn't care which. She was hotter than she ever remembered being. She kept staring at her young lover's cock like she still expected it to fire out more cum. It was still as hard as a bone.
She didn't have to worry any longer about relief. Marc brought the head of his cock to her pussy-hole and eased it in. Then he gave her a fucking that she was sure was his best yet. He sent her through one orgasm after another, as his body lay on hers, sliding around on a film of fuck juice.
"That was the most thrilling and exciting thing I've ever experienced," she told him later.
Marc laughed. "Obscene, dirty, depraved and filthy is what your husband would call it."
Joyce laughed with him. "He isn't going to call it anything, because he isn't ever going to know about it."
Ilsa Browning sat in the window seat of the plane that carried her, she hoped, into adventure and romance. Though she was 39 and. had a husband back home who worked his ass off to keep their two daughters in college, Ilsa reveled in her fantasy of meeting a handsome stud who would drag down her panties and fuck her. She giggled quietly over her fantasy, because it was so wicked for a respectable wife and mother like her to have such thoughts.
Not that her secret fantasy had never happened. Actually, it had become a reality several times throughout her marriage, but each time her lover never came close to what she had in mind. She had yet to spread her legs for a gorgeous young stud whose cock was as long, thick and sturdy as the one in her lewd imagination.
The first time Ilsa cheated was shortly after she was married. Her husband's boss let her know he had the hots for her, and she didn't do or say anything to curb his lustful desire. While her husband was at the office, his boss would come to her place nearly every day and spend a couple of hours fucking her.
The one who benefited the most from that was Ilsa's husband. To show his appreciation for Ilsa being so nice to him, her lover gave her husband frequent pay raises and several promotions. But for Ilsa, it wasn't all that great. When it came to fucking, her lover wasn't any better at it than her husband was.
After she'd been married five years, Ilsa found her second lover. She'd go into the local hardware store at a time of day when the place was empty. The owner would take her into the back room and Ilsa would suck his cock. When he recovered, he'd kiss, lick and suck her pussy while she had two or three intense orgasms. Then he'd climb over her and fuck her in a way that was highly satisfying to her. So much so that she was in that back room three afternoons a week for the next three years.
But the hardware store owner still wasn't what she had in mind, so she kept looking.
Through the years, Ilsa was fucked by three of her horny neighbors and by several of her husband's good buddies. She didn't find anything outstanding in the way of cock, but she enjoyed the variety. She carried on with them until, finally, she was fucked by a 19-year-old hunk who lived just down the street. Jamie was the son of a neighborhood friend.
The young man was thrilled out of his mind to be fucking such a lovely older woman, one who made it so good for him he could hardly stand it. But for Ilsa, it wasn't so wonderful. Because of the size of his prick, it was hardly worth her while to take down her panties for him. His small prick did afford one advantage, though.
He could put it up her quickly without causing her any discomfort.
So here she was, after having talked her husband into getting along without her for two weeks, on a plane that would take her to Wayford Corners, a small picturesque college town. She was going to spend that time visiting her two daughters who were students at Wayford College. And maybe, just maybe, she'd get lucky and find the young man who fitted her exciting and outrageous fantasy. He'd be a fellow with a prick on him that, when it was in her pussy all the way, would let her know she was being fucked.
Seated beside her was a good-looking young man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Ilsa cast furtive glances at him and wondered if it was possible that she might not have to look too far for her ideal secret lover.
Possibly she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Ilsa had a body on her that turned pricks into solid erections wherever she went. Proof of that was the way this young man's pants were poking way out in front. He tried to conceal it from her, but he couldn't. This young man had a bulge in the front of his pants she couldn't possibly miss. She told herself that here, beyond the shadow of a doubt, was a horny young stud who wanted to fuck her.
That horny young stud happened to be Marc Stevens, and he struck up a conversation with her.
"Is your husband meeting you at the airport?" Marc asked.
Ilsa said, "No. I'm on my way to college."
"You are? Teacher?"
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm going to visit my two daughters."
"You don't look old enough to have two daughters in college," he said gallantly.
Ilsa laughed at his attempt to be gracious. "Well, I am. I'm at the ripe old age of 39, the first time. I'll admit, though, that I'll probably stay 39 from here on out."
Marc laughed with her. "Why not? Everyone else does. I'm Marc Stevens. Your daughters are at Wayford, I presume?"
'That's the place," Ilsa said, and she told him her name. "I just took a notion I wanted to see my girls. They are 18 and 20, in their first and second year."
"How do they feel about Mom coming to visit them?"
"They're probably worried that having Mom around will cramp their style," Ilsa admitted. "But they'll get over it. I realize they are on their own. They don't have to worry about me being Mom, like I was at home. I won't get upset if I find they have a boy in their room to do naughty things with him."
'That's the spirit," Marc said, grinning at her.
She looked at Marc with an impish smile and added, "On the other hand, they might be shocked to find me behaving like a college student, too, during the two weeks I'll be there."
"Why not? It will do you good," Marc told her.
"Are you a student at Wayford?"
Marc shook his head. "I graduated last summer. But I live at Wayford Corners, where the college is."
"What do you do, if you don't go to college?" the good-looking lady beside him asked.
"My grandfather, my mother's father, put me in charge of his company," Marc replied. "Much to my surprise, as well as my family's I was a success. I'm doing quite well."
"This must be a business trip," Ilsa said.
"Just getting back from one," Marc said. "I have a signed contract that's worth half a million. That will make dear old Granddad sit up and take notice."
They chatted pleasantly for the remainder of the trip, then the stewardess came by and said, "We'll be landing in a few minutes."
After leaving the plane, Marc said, "My car is parked in the parking lot. Save your cab fare and let's finish our pleasant conversation that was interrupted by our landing."
"Oh thank you," Ilsa said. "That's sweet of you."
As they approached Wayford Corners and the college campus, Marc asked, "Where are you staying?"
"Why, at the dorm with one of my daughters."
"Not tonight, you aren't. It's late. You'll have to get permission at the office, which is closed."
Ilsa sighed. "Then you'd better drop me off at a hotel."
"I have a better idea. Be my guest and spend the night at my place. Or rather, my parent's place. My folks have a big home and I live with them."
That's very kind of you," Ilsa said, "but what will your parents say, you bringing a woman home at this late hour?"
Marc grinned at her and said, "They won't say anything. They, like you, are away for a couple of weeks. You'll be alone in the house with me. Does that bother you?"
"Yes, it does," Ilsa told him. "Really, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because what you're actually doing is picking me up and taking me to your place to spend the night with you. Isn't that right?"
"I suppose it is, if you want to look at it that way," Marc said. "But you need a place to stay tonight, and if you come home with me, I promise you won't get laid unless you want to."
Ilsa said. "Really? How considerate."
"I'm only trying to be helpful," Marc told her. "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but pussy is no problem for me. I'm getting plenty. I don't need to resort to trickery."
"Well, I-"
"My parents' home is close to the campus and it's very convenient for the girls," Marc went on. "They have a curfew on campus, and if a girl gets back late, she has trouble getting in. So to avoid a hassle, she comes over to our place and spends the night with us. Quite often my parents aren't home and I'm there by myself."
"That must prove interesting," Ilsa said.
"I'll be honest with you," Marc replied. "If I'm there alone when a girl comes to spend the night, she doesn't sleep in the guest bedroom. She gets into bed with me."
"If that is true, you really have a good thing going for yourself, haven't you?" Ilsa said.
"You think maybe I'm putting you on?" Marc asked good naturedly. "Well, you'll find out different after you've been here a while and have gotten acquainted with the girls at Wayford."
"Is that so?" Ilsa said. "What will I find out."
"Well, I won't say it's a fact that all the girls at Wayford get laid quite frequently. But from my experience, I'm convinced Wayford girls would rather fuck than eat. And they do it very well."
Ilsa was delighted with his frank and easy manner. "I'm sorry if I sounded like I was doubting you. After all, you should know. You've been bedding them down."
"However, in your case, if you prefer to use the guest room, that will be okay with me," Marc assured her. "I'll be disappointed, because you are one fine-looking woman. But you will be my guest and you will choose where you will sleep. The guest room door had a sturdy lock on it, in case you get worried that my noble resolve will weaken during the night."
Ilsa laughed. 'That's the best line I've heard, and the most disarming one. Now I simply have to spend the night at your parents' home. My curiosity is aroused and I have to find out if you're on the level or not."
"You impress me as a woman who can handle any advances a man makes toward you," Marc told her.
He didn't tell her he also thought she had a hot, sexy nature and he was sure she could fuck a man until he didn't know if he was coming or going. His experience with older women enabled him to tell when a lady had a hot cunt. There was no doubt in his mind that Ilsa Browning was a woman who's pussy would need looking after real soon.
"You think so?" Ilsa said.
"I don't think you're really worried."
"I'm not. In spite of your frank confession, I can tell you're a gentleman who wouldn't take unfair advantage of a woman. A lady could spend the night with you and be perfectly safe."
"Promise me that tomorrow at the breakfast table, you won't be upset if you didn't get laid during the night?"
"I promise," Ilsa assured him with a chuckle.
Marc pulled into the driveway of his parents' sprawling ranch-style home and took Ilsa inside. Carrying her suitcases, he led her into the guest bedroom.
"This is lovely," she said. "I hate to put you to all this trouble."
"Pleasure is all mine," Marc replied. 'This is much better than coming home to an empty house. After your shower, will you join me in the living room for a nightcap?"
"That sounds delightful," Ilsa told him.
The guest room was next to Marc's bedroom. Each bedroom had it's own bathroom and Ilsa could hear Marc taking his shower. After she'd showered and dried herself off, she put on her negligee with nothing under it.
It occurred to her that the thin satiny negligee was a little daring. Marc would be able to see right through it if she stood in front of a light. It was designed for stirring a man's erotic impulses, rather than for innocent socializing.
But right now she wasn't in the mood to play the part of the innocent, highly moral and respectably wife and mother, she told herself. What she was in a mood for right now was to show this handsome young stud the true state of her erotic nature. She wanted to find out if that bulge in the front of his slacks was hiding a prick that was as big and strong as she hoped it was. God, she and this gorgeous young man were all alone in this lovely home, with no one to disturb them. What more could any hot-cunted woman ask?
When she joined Marc in the living room, she felt a thrill shoot through her when she saw that all he had on was his pajama bottoms. They sat together on the couch and he handed her one of the drinks he had mixed.
"I hope we see a lot of each other during the two weeks you're going to be here," he told her amiably.
"I know we will," Ilsa said. "I might as well admit it. I like you. I can be more honest than that. I'm feeling hot for you, and I haven't even touched this drink yet. I started getting the hots for you while we were on that plane."
"Same here," Marc admitted. "I couldn't help but feel hot for you. Even more now, when you're in that negligee. It's very revealing."
"You think this is revealing?" Ilsa said. "What about those pajama bottoms? They don't hide a thing."
"Is-is something showing?"
"I can't actually see your cock, if that's what you mean. But the way it's pushing out the front of your pajama bottoms, I know you're hung. And you have a full solid erection. Am I the cause of that?"
"Yes, you are the reason I have a hard on," Marc freely admitted. "It stiffened into a boner as soon as I sat down beside you on that plane. You're very observant."
Ilsa took a swig of her drink, then said, "When it comes to a cock, I am. What woman isn't? Other women let on they don't see it, or pretend they aren't interested, but not me. I am interested. How about letting me see it?"
"Well, I--"
"I don't mean for you to haul it out through that gap in the front, either," she said. "Take those pajama bottoms off and let me get a good look at you. I want to see you naked."
Marc looked at her like he hadn't expected anything as good as this. At least not right away.
Quickly Marc got to his feet, dropped his pajama bottoms, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Then he stood before her, legs apart, grinning at her. His cock was hard as a bone and aimed right at her. His hand moved onto it and he stroked it up and down, right there in front of her.
Ilsa was so delighted she could hardly sit still. God, what an awesome sight, she told herself. This was the prick she had been dreaming about for ever so long. The one that was always in her steamy fantasies. Now it was here, right in front of her face.
"You don't need to play with it," Ilsa told him. "Let me do that for you. It's the least I can do to express my warm appreciation for your bringing me here to spend the night."
She brushed his hand aside and took hold of if herself, her fingers entwining about the sturdy quivering shaft.
"As long as you're so close to it, Ilsa, how about giving it a kiss?" Marc suggested, his voice husky with lust.
"What you really mean is you want me to suck your cock," she said, gazing at him with a sly smile. "Well, I'm going to do that and a lot more."
She leaned over and gave the bulbous-shaped head a loving kiss. She kissed and licked it all over, from the head to his balls. Then she licked them all over.
"Oh wow! I wasn't expecting anything like this when I invited you here tonight," Marc told her.
"Probably not," Ilsa replied. "You most-likely figured you'd jump into bed with me and give me a fast hump. Well it isn't going to be that way, honey. You can forget about us getting any sleep. We're going to spend all night being good to each other. We're going to do things one at a time, until we've done it all. And when I say all, I mean everything."
"That takes in an awful lot."
"Well, we've got all night."
"That's the spirit, Ilsa," Marc said as she slipped the head of his cock back into her mouth.
Ilsa was by no means a sexually calm woman, although she was usually careful to appear like she was. She hadn't been fully soothed and satisfied sexually for a long time, because her husband often neglected his bedroom chores.
The closest she came to being well looked after was when old Isaac, one of her neighbors, came over to see her. Isaac was close to 70, but he had sexual stamina. Whenever her husband wasn't home, old Isaac sneaked over to her place and fucked her gloriously. Old Isaac was enough to satisfy the horniest of women and, indeed, Ilsa didn't have him all to herself. That rugged old stud was looking after quite a few women in her neighborhood besides her.
But now Ilsa was enjoying what she had always wanted, a virile stud who was years younger than her, instead of being 30 years older. Given her choice, Ilsa liked her studs young.
When Ilsa decided to go after Marc's prick in earnest, she slid off the couch onto her knees in front of his stiff upright shaft and she moved her head closer to meet it. Her mouth slid over the head of it and inch after inch of shaft disappeared between her lips, until she had to pull back finally to breathe. Marc clutched at her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and he was delighted.
Reaching behind him, Ilsa grabbed hold of him by his lean tight ass. Digging her fingers into the firm flesh, she jerked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue darting up and down the shaft of his cock. She could feel her young lover's body tense as Marc fucked her mouth. She pulled open her negligee and shrugged it off. Her hand went to her pussy, her fingers massaging her secret treasure.
"Oooooh, Ilsa, I'm gonna shoot right in your mouth!"
That didn't bother her at all. She not only expected it, but was going after it. To have this handsome young stud shooting a hot load of cum down her throat was her idea of a fun way to spend an evening. Especially when she was sucking on a prick as delightful as this one.
Marc's cock was like a bar of steel in her mouth. His load of jism when it let loose, was a gusher and it jetted to the back of her throat. The excitement of his orgasm pushed her over the edge. Ilsa arched her back as she clamped her thighs around her slippery juice-slickened fingers, while she swallowed Marc's load of cum.
After her grateful young lover pulled his cock from her mouth, Ilsa slowly rose and settle her ass on the couch once more, while Marc stood there, his knees shaking.
"Am I to assume you liked that?" she asked.
"Oh wow! Did I ever! You sure know how to suck a cock, Ilsa," Marc exclaimed happily. "I can see you're a lady who enjoys having a stiff prick in your mouth and I want you to know mine is available whenever you want it."
"That's very sweet of you, dear," Ilsa said. "I feel we're going to be very close during the time I'll be here."
Marc grinned at her. "When a guy has his cock in a woman's mouth, he can't get much closer than that. Now I'm going to show you just how close a friend I'm going to be. I need a lot of tittie and I love eating pussy. I'm going to suck on your boobs and eat your snatch until you freak out."
"Now I know I'll enjoy my visit here," Ilsa purred.