Chapter 1
God, I have a beautiful body, Donna Martin thought. She was admiring herself in the full-length mirror that covered one wall of her dressing area. In the next room, water was churning into the tub, sending into the air mists of steam mixed with bubbles from the dissolving perfumed bath powder.
She turned and glanced at the reflected image. She was proud of what she saw. If she were to be seen now, her age would be estimated at twenty-five at the most, and hardly at her real age of thirty-seven. Her skin was soft and smooth, pink with the rosy health of youth, and tight over the spots that normally sagged as one approached forty.
She ran her hands along her sides and over her waist. The fullness of her rounded hips felt good under her touch as the skin rounded out before joining her long, slim legs. Then she reached around and cupped her silky inner thighs, pausing only briefly on her downy muff of pubic hairs that covered her lovely pussy. Almost instinctively her finger probed the lips for the hidden clit. A shiver of excitement raced through her body. Not waiting to savor the sensation, Donna continued her explorations, passing across the taut belly and up the firm breasts that waited so patiently for her approach.
They were large breasts, the kind that are round and fully-formed. She noted that they were almost perfect, hanging against her chest like large, pendulous globes. Donna lifted them from underneath, one in each hand. They felt heavy, and she could barely contain the expansive flesh in her palms. Immediately the nipples hardened, and goose bumps appeared everywhere on her body.
Funny, she thought. Just touching herself like this could turn her on so much. Yet this was nothing compared to what a man's hands could do to her. A sharp pain struck her between her spreading thighs. It had been so long since she had fucked, really fucked. Oh, there had been the times with her husband, Charles, but they were becoming fewer and fewer recently. What was wrong with her? Or rather, what was wrong with him? She looked at her body again in the mirror. No, it had to be him. She was an attractive woman. Any man would love to bury his cock in her hungry pussy. And she was willing, any time, almost anywhere. Especially with the man she loved. So why wouldn't Charles fuck her?
Snuggling up to him in bed one night, she had looked into his eyes and asked him. "That's the price of success," he told her, giving her a slight peck on the cheek before turning over to go to sleep. True, Martin Electronics had grown from a small, struggling partnership into a dynamic organization that had made Charles a wealthy man. But Donna wondered if things hadn't been better in the old days: the candlelight dinners, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, the weekends spent in bed because they were too poor to go anywhere else.
Now she had every material need fulfilled that she could possibly want. Every one except the one she really craved. Horny wasn't the word for it, she thought. She was downright frustrated! Sex was all she could think about; it filled her mind with dreams of powerful studs who ravished her body again and again. She couldn't pick up a magazine without checking out the pictures of all the males in the ads. Her body quivered with excitement at the slightest touch; she felt the juices flowing inside her womb at a moment's notice. It had been so long since she had had a good fucking that her whole life revolved around that lack.
Yet she loved Charles too much to cheat on him. She kept giving him one more chance, hoping that he would come around. Every night she waited for him in bed, expecting him to turn to her with that old desire he had exhibited, and take her, pounding away at her pussy with his long, thick, hard cock. But her prayers went unanswered. On the nights he was home, Charles stayed on the phone until midnight, then fell into bed exhausted, totally oblivious to the beautiful woman lying next to him.
At first Donna would lie there awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep because of the ache that filled her belly and made the muscles of her body tense. But at last she could stand it no longer; she knew she had to do something about it.
First problem: get Paulette, their perky young maid, out of the house. Donna thought up a hundred little errands for her to run. With afternoons to herself, Donna could relax. She filled the tub and swished all kinds of lotions and powders into the hot water. Then she stripped naked and spent some time just looking at herself in the mirror. It no one else appreciated her body, at least she would.
by this time she was excited, nearly desperate. She could feel her cunt twitching with anticipation. Slowly she lowered herself into the water, letting the bubbles break first against her calves, then her thighs. Finally she was sitting in the warm liquid, and the soapy water was washing against her body. She slid down so that only her head was above the water. As she did so, her knees were forced apart, and she could feel the gentle lapping at the entrance to her pussy.
Taking a sponge, she began to rub her body, carressing it with a loving womanly hand. She moved carefully, spending extra time on her large breasts, paying attention to the nipples.
by the time she brought her hand down to her parted thighs, her body was trembling with excitement. The warm water, made silky and smooth by the bath soaps, felt good against her skin. And she had learned very quickly how to use her own hands to bring about the desired effect.
Now her hands were on her pussy. She no longer needed the sponge, and it floated aimlessly through the sea of bubbles. But Donna didn't see it; her eyes were closed and her head rested against the back of the tub. Water lapped at her chin, and some of the bubbles drifted into her nostrils, but the woman was aware only of the sensations that spread up through her body from her burning pussy.
She slid forward now, so that her back was almost flat against the bottom of the tub. The normally cold porcelain mixed with the warm water sent shivers along Donna's back. Or was it the workings of her hand? She plunged a finger into her dripping hole and let the soapy liquid lubricate her even more. Then she pulled her feet towards her, letting her knees rise above the water level, giving her room to part her thighs.
In a moment she was using her finger like a cock, Charles' cock, any man's cock. She pushed it inside her pussy, past the soft lips, as deep as it would go. Then she pulled it out, letting it tickle her enlarged clitoris, before delving into the waiting depths again.
Donna moaned and tossed her head to the other side. She wasn't in the tub now but on a bed, and a large prick was pushing at her pussy, begging for entrance. She looked up and saw it was Charles, her beloved Charles. Then it was a stranger, a dark handsome man she had seen once on television. Then the image changed to that of one of her husband's customers, then it was her best friend's husband. Then she saw all of these men and more, every man, all men, loving her, desiring her, needing her, fucking her.
Then it was all over too fast. Her finger, the movement of her hand, the feel of the hot, soapy water on her cunt-all this brought about her orgasm. She began to come as the multiple images of her dream men grew clearer in her mind. And one by one, they passed before her, man after man, new cock after new cock. And with each came another orgasm until her body was spasming wildly in the tub. The water sloshed over the side and onto the floor, and Donna felt a moan escaping from her lips. "Oooohhh. OOOOOHHHHH!" she cried as the final convulsive shock hit her.
And now, standing in front of the mirror this warm Thursday afternoon, Donna was about to embark upon her ritual once more. The water had almost filled the tub, and she sensed the anticipation that caused her nipples to harden and the moisture to seep from her twat.
Suddenly a loud pounding sound woke her from her reverie. Someone was knocking on the back door.
"Mrs.: Martin. It's me. Johnny. From Di Angelo's Market." Then he began to bang on the door once again.
Oh, shit, Donna thought. Now why the hell did he have to show up just now? Donna had long ago given up the act of shopping. She preferred to have her groceries delivered and to spend her time on more enjoyable pursuits. Now her pleasure-seeking had come back to plague her.
Well, she thought, maybe someone else will answer the door, or maybe he'll leave the packages on the stoop and go away. But she knew she was wrong on both accounts. Paulette wouldn't be back for hours, and the two children, Gary and Anne, were never home anymore it seemed. Perhaps the idea of giving them each a car on their sixteenth birthdays, Gary's two years ago and Anne's just this last year, hadn't been such a good idea after all.
Nor would Johnny give up until he had carried in all the bundles, deposited them on the kitchen table, and received his more-than-generous tip from Donna. She couldn't blame him, though. He was born to one of the poorer families on "the wrong side of the tracks," and he had struggled all his life to rise above his background. Now he had been accepted to one of the better eastern colleges, with a partial scholarship, and he needed every penny he could make from this summer job to see him through the school year.
But damn it all, she cursed to herself, why this instant? The pounding was growing louder now, more insistent. Donna knew she would have to answer eventually and give the boy his well-deserved money. He should be tipped for perseverance alone, much less for delivering the ordered items.
But maybe it wasn't just the money that he was after. Donna had often caught him staring at her as she rummaged through her purse for a few dollar bills. The gaze from his handsome face had made her nipples harden, but she never let on that she noticed his insistent looks. Perhaps, just perhaps, Johnny wanted to see her, to let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body, to feast upon her beauty. Donna thought about the boy for a moment. He was more like a young man, actually, strong and trim, with masculine good looks that made him appear much more mature than his eighteen years. She tried to picture him in her mind; what was the bulge between his legs like? Had she ever stopped to notice it? Did it conceal a man's cock, one that might be used to satisfy that itching that had tormented her for so long?
Donna ran into the bathroom and turned the brass faucets to shut the flow of water. She started to turn away, then went back and flipped the knob that would let the bubbly pool drain out of the tub. By the time she could get back to it, after having paid Johnny and having put away all the food, the water would have cooled anyway.
"Just a minute, Johnny," she blurted out at the top of her lungs. "I'll be down right away." She grabbed a robe from behind the doorway and started out to search for her purse. As she left the bathroom, she caught-one last glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. Not this time, she thought. I'm not going to use my finger on my cunt this time. Donna smiled broadly, then pulled the robe on over her body. She tied it tightly, then pulled it open more loosely, making sure that her lovely neck and the tops of her massive breasts were exposed.
Okay, Johnny, she said to herself. Let's see if you're good enough to earn a really big tip!
Donna unlocked the back door and swung it open. Johnny was standing there, struggling with two large bags stuffed with groceries. Four more were on the ground. The boy had dragged them all from his truck before starting to knock on the door and didn't want to leave without some reward for his efforts.
"Hi, Mrs. Martin ..He looked up and saw Donna standing in the doorway, radiant in her white terry cloth robe that clung to her lovely body. The robe was split open in the front and one slim leg was visible well past the thigh, but the material shut off the boy's view just below crop of pubic hair that covered the woman's pussy.
Johnny's eyes widened as he surveyed Donna's body. He was struggling with two forces within himself; he wanted to drink in every square inch of exposed flesh, but he sought to hide his obvious fascination. Donna wondered whether he was trying to be polite or was just shy.
"Please, Johnny. Come in. I'm sorry I was so long, but as you can see, I just got out of bed." She let the last word roll off her tongue, knowing that visions of her naked body sprawled on the satiny sheets upstairs immediately filled the boy's head.
Donna stood back, holding the screen door open with outstretched arms. Hefting the two bags that he held, Johnny walked through the opening. He turned his body sideways because Donna partially blocked his passage, and as he slid by her body, she leaned forward ever so perceptibly and let her breasts brush against his back.
"Here, just put them on the table." Donna moved in front of him again so that she was in his full view, and led him to the kitchen table. The boy sheepishly put down his burdens then backed off to fetch the others. During his two trips from the back steps to the table, Johnny's eyes never left Donna. Knowing she was being watched, she began to sort through the food items in the bags. She lifted out the cans and boxes and turned to store them on the shelves where they belonged.
Most of the items that she picked had to be placed on the upper shelves, though, so Donna was forced to stretch and reach to complete her tasks. As she did so, the loosely tied robe pulled back, revealing large areas of pink flesh.
"T-t-there you are, Mrs. Martin," Johnny stammered. His eyes were riveted to the woman, and he moved as if mesmerized by her every action. "I-I think I better be going now." He was shy, Donna thought. Isn't that cute! Well, maybe she had to make her invitation more obvious.
"No, Johnny. Don't go yet." Her mind raced for an excuse to keep him. "Here! You could help me put these things away. No one else is home and I don't want anything to spoil. I'd pay you for your time."
The boy just nodded, but Donna knew that by now it wasn't money the boy was after. It was retaining the sight of her. Her eyes fell to the spot between his legs, and Donna noticed that his cock had bulged into full bloom and was pushing uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers. He really was a man, she thought. But he was still a boy in so many ways.
Physically, Johnny had matured early. He had always worked hard all his life, so he had developed powerful arms and legs. When he could spare time from his studies and other duties, the lad had managed to play on several high school sports teams. And now, at eighteen, he had gained a trim, masculine physique that went well with his dark hair and strikingly handsome features.
Funny, Donna thought, he looks so grown up, but when it comes to women, he's just a little boy. She looked him over as if she had never seen him before. And in a way, she hadn't. Before he had always been just the delivery boy; now he was going to be her sex partner.
They rushed around the kitchen, the lad responding immediately to her commands, hanging on her every word. Donna's mind wasn't on their task, and she wanted it over as soon as possible. What she did think about was Johnny's body, his firm buttocks, the hard, muscular legs and arms that would soon be encircling her, and his luscious mouth and tongue that she longed to taste and would soon be tasting her. She moved quickly and flung her robe carelessly behind her, letting it flair out, teasing him with fleeting views of her legs and shoulders and arms. And every time she did that, or brushed up against him as she slid by to get the refrigerator, or held his hand a moment too long when the boy handed her another can, she noticed that the bulge in his pants became fuller.
How long would he stand it, she thought, before he made a lunge for her? Didn't he understand what she wanted of him? Or did he need more encouragement?
At last they were done. Donna knew that she had put everything away all wrong, but she didn't care. She had only one thought now, and it centered on the ache between her legs.
"Here you are, Johnny," she said, reaching into her purse and handing him a ten dollar bill. "Thank you very much for your help." And before the boy could protest that it was too much for so little work, the woman took him by the arm and led him into the living room. "Now you sit there and I'll get us both a nice cool drink."
Donna returned in an instant with two tall glasses tilled with ice and soda. She noticed that Johnny had perched himself on the edge of one of the large, stuffed chairs, and she circled around the coffee table and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs, letting the robe fall open. Immediately the boy's eyes fell to the exposed skin. Donna held out one of the drinks. "Come, Johnny. Sit by me and have some soda."
Hesitatingly, the lad shuffled over to the sofa and plopped down on the soft pillows. As he turned to reach for his drink, Donna leaned forward so that she was right next to him, and her bare knee was pressing against his thigh. Johnny grabbed the glass from her hand and downed it all in one swallow. Little drops of perspiration had broken out on his forehead.
What to do now, Donna thought. Perhaps she should offer him more money to fuck her. She would pay for it, especially now that she could envision his large cock and feel it plunging into her dripping hole. The offer of money for sex didn't bother her. But no, that would just be too much for Johnny to handle right now. She would have to take another path.
"Well, Johnny. We certainly don't see much of each other these days. Where have you been hiding?" Her knee was still pressed against him. "At least I expected you to visit Anne. She's a very pretty girl, you know."
"Yes," he responded, beginning to get more comfortable with the situation now. "But I just never seem to have time for much nowadays."
"Really? Don't have time for girls? That must be very ... frustrating." And as she spoke the last word, she reached for his empty glass, taking it from his hand. To do so, though, she had to position her body across his lap so that his face was just inches from her.
Johnny drank in her fragrance and let his eyes rove over the patches of sweet skin that were so close. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here was a woman, a beautiful older woman, and she was throwing herself at him. His cock was hard, harder than it had been in a long time, and he could feel the throb of blood pounding against the outstretched flesh. It hurt him, but it was a delicious pain, and he longed for it to continue while hoping it would end.
Donna stood up. "Can I get you another drink?" she asked, but he didn't hear her. That last stretch had done it; her robe no longer clung to her body. The tie had come undone, and the material hung straight down from her shoulders, leaving a wide path of uncovered flesh. The most important parts: her large, full breasts that jutted out past the edges of the cloth; her golden patch of downy covering that curled around her lovely little cunt. The boy's eyes stared at the vision he held before him, as if afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear.
"What's the matter, Johnny?" she asked, suddenly aware of the opening in the robe. "Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"
He had, he thought, but never one like this. He had fucked his share of sexy high school chicks, but this was something different. His cock pushed against the constraints of his pants, and he found he had to stand to get some relief from the pressure down there.
"Come here, Johnny." The woman's voice was barely a whisper now, but the boy responded immediately. Donna put the two glasses she held on the table, then opened her arms to encircle the approaching lad. Now her arms were around him, and she pulled him against her body. Even through the fabric of his shirt, Johnny could feel the pert, firm nipples pressing into his chest. Their lips met, and Donna instantly forced her tongue deep into the lad's throat.
Johnny felt as if a shock had gone through him, and he ground his straining prick against the woman's bare thighs. He responded immediately with a deep, wet kiss, and he squeezed the beautiful body with all his strength. Donna broke away. "Easy," she said, "we'll never get anywhere like this." She backed out of his grasp, then let the robe slide languorously to the floor.
The young man stared at her incredible body for a moment, then began to fumble with his buttons. Donna moved over to him to help, but her presence so close to him only left Johnny in a state of awe. He was rooted to the spot, and Donna, sensing this, began to undress him, slowly at first, trying to cool down the boy's obviously mounting passions. If he were to continue at this rate, Donna thought, he wouldn't last long enough to satisfy her every desire.
Johnny tried to plant another kiss on Donna's full lips, but the woman tilted her head to avoid his mouth. She had his shirt off now, and she ran her lips over his neck and down across his chest. The older woman used her tongue to leave a trail of wetness that warmed the skin wherever it touched, until she had the object of her wishes within her grasp. In an instant she had the boy's nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking with a passion.
Donna continued to tongue the sensitive area on the boy's chest, and with one hand reached down and began to undo the belt, then the button that held the trousers over the lad's cock. The pants zipper opened effortlessly, and without removing her furiously working mouth from his nipple, she reached under the cloth of Johnny's shorts and encircled the boy's organ.
Johnny moaned at the touch, and Donna stopped what she was doing. She pushed her hand further along the shaft, searching for its end. God, he was well-hung, she thought. If her feel was any indication, the lad must be sporting a ten-inch prick. She wanted to buried in her, and she wanted it now. But she held back on her immediate desires. It would be a long afternoon, she knew, and there would be plenty of time for fucking. Right now there were other things to do.
She lovingly gave the rock-hard cock a few tugs, then reached underneath and cupped the heavy sack that held the boy's balls in her hand. Johnny moaned and wrapped his arms around her head, pulling her ever closer to him. He was like an uncontrollable animal now, long denied any pleasurable experiences like this, thinking, demanding only one thing.
Donna was smothering under his bear-hug, but she managed to get free enough to say: "Easy, Johnny. You can have me, but you better get undressed first."
The lad backed off and within an instant his clothes lay strewn about on the floor. He stood in front of Donna now, and the woman looked him over. Yes, her appraisal had been right. His cock was a huge thing, all red and veined and sticking straight out in front of him. The purplish head was round and full, and she noticed a drop of white liquid forming at the tip. Well, she thought, that can be taken care of later. But her own needs came first.
"Let's sit down over here," she said, leading the young man over to the luxurious softness of the sofa.
Donna sat next to the boy and noticed his eyes staring at her enormous breasts. "Do you like my titties, Johnny?" she asked. And when the lad nodded yes, she said, "Then why don't you touch them?"
He was on her in an instant, his hands roaming over tits and waist and arms and face. He was like an endless stream of hands, never stopping for a moment, trying to cover every square inch of her skin all at once.
Donna lay back against the pillowy softness and let Johnny's body fall on top of her. She kissed him hard once, then led his mouth to her nipples. The boy needed no coaching. He sucked one of the luscious apples into his mouth, and then began to suck on it, as if nursing from his mother's breasts. He used his tongue to get it nice and wet, and then he left that one to work on the other.
Donna could feel the boy's hard cock pressing into her thigh so close to her cunt. Spasms of desire coursed through her body originating from the spot between her legs. She had to have something to quell the fires that raged there. A cock, a hand, a tongue, anything.
She grabbed the boy's left hand that was roving up and down her body and brought it to the juicing pussy. "Please," she begged, "stick it in. Stick one of your fingers inside." The boy did what he was told, and Donna began to feel some relief from the terrible, wonderful tensions that built up within her body.
Now he was advancing a two-fronted attack. Johnny let his mouth and his one free hand take care of the woman's breasts and lips and face, while his other hand worked furiously and expertly on her pulsing twat. Donna's head was swimming with pleasure. She lost track of time; she couldn't even remember that she was in her home, her own living room. If her husband or one of her children had walked in just then, she would not-nay, could not-stop. She would not even acknowledge the presence of another person. All she cared about was her young lover and the orgasm that was building up deep within her belly.
Donna groaned. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "Rub it ... rub me hard ... oooohhh!" She arched her back and let the waves of pleasure overcome her entire body. Then in a moment she was coming. The stabs of the orgasm wracked her hips, and she bounded as every plateau was reached, grinding her pussy cruelly against the young boy's hand. But she didn't care now. All she wanted was that final all-fulfilling sensation that had been denied her so long. No more would she have to content with her own hand. She had a man now, a young, horny stud to bring her body the crests of enjoyment that she was missing.
Donna thrashed about, her head turning wildly from side to side, as the nerve endings all over her peaked with excitement, then finally, slowly, languorously subsided into a feeling of calm and relaxation. She smiled, then opened her eyes to see Johnny staring at her, half in wonder, half in pride at what he had done.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You sure are a sexy lady!" And he reached down and tweaked her pussy again with his thumb and finger.
Donna noticed that the lad's rocklike prick was still just as hard, still just as long, and pressing eagerly against her thigh. She moved out from under the boy. Johnny sat up, his cock sticking up into his lap, and Donna reached for it, taking it in both her hands. Immediately the organ began to throb, and droplets of white fluid formed at the tip. He was close, Donna knew. Too close for more than a moment's fuck. And she needed something longer than that. She would have to do something to make him last.
"Thank you, Johnny," she said, and kissed him fully on the mouth. She let her tongue explore the inner recesses of his oral cavity, and then she gradually began to move down his body. She let her hands move with her lips, over his shoulders, down across his waist, and finally to his hips. Then she opened her mouth and let her head rest over the tip of his cock. In a flash, she had the head of his prick buried within the wetness of her inner cheeks.
Johnny groaned and lay back against the sofa. He knew that he couldn't stand much of this and wanted to enjoy every moment. Donna spread her lips to accommodate the huge organ, and slowly began to bob her head up and down its long shaft. She felt him tense and sensed the cock begin to grow even larger, if that were possible. Or maybe it was just the pounding, throbbing of the blood through the veins of the prick.
Donna's movements began to pick up speed as the young man closed his eyes and groaned with excitement. The waves of pleasure were filling his body now, and he concentrated on that warm, moist mouth that first pulled at, then pushed against the straining skin of his cock. He felt terrific. Never before had anyone so expertly sucked on his prick. Donna was a master. She used her mouth as if it were a hand, cupping his dick, squeezing it, pulling at it, tugging at it, making him want to come.
Johnny held back as long as he could, gritting his teeth against the impending explosion, hoping that the intense pleasure would never end. But then it was all over for him. He felt his balls swell up with his hot sperm and his cock begin to pulse and throb against the woman's mouth. And then he was coming. His prick bounced and banged against Donna's lips, and the woman took the entire organ deep into her throat, sucking on the hot fluids that came shooting out of the end. She swallowed his come as fast as she could, but still there was more, filling her mouth, threatening to choke her with its volume.
Finally the flood began to subside, and Donna was able to lap up every last bit of the boy's juices. She milked his cock dry, and then let the still partially hard cock slip from between her lips.
She looked up at Johnny, surveying his lean hard body with her eyes, and watching him as he came down from the heaven that kept his eyes closed. Soft whimpers of enjoyment escaped from his lips.
In a few minutes he was back on the earth and staring back at her. As his glance met hers, the young boy smiled. He was happy, as happy as he had ever been.
But Donna was just beginning. She got up and knelt over the reclining figure, letting her breasts rub against his cock and chest as she inched her way up his body. Now she was over his face with her own, and she planted a salty, wet kiss on his mouth, mashing her tits into the boy's shoulders. Johnny reached up and hugged the older woman, pulling her even closer to him. He tasted the briny warmth of his own come, and immediately his cock responded by starting to rise up towards his belly again.
Donna noticed his rising erection and grabbed for the organ. "Well do something about this later," she whispered, "but first, it's my turn." She rolled off of his body and positioned herself on the sofa. Then she pushed the young lad onto the floor where she had just been and into a spot between her legs. She spread her thighs, then drew his head closer to her body.
Johnny began to kiss the woman's thighs, soft and silky and so wonderful to his touch. Donna was holding him by his neck now, and she urged him on towards her willing, waiting pussy. Soon he was there, and Donna was burning with desire again. She ran her fingers through the lad's hair, and in an instant she felt his lips kissing her juicing cunt.
The boy had never done this before, but he was willing to learn. He let his lips move over the pink skin of the older woman's pussy, and then he shot his tongue out into its inner recesses. "Oooh," Donna cried. "That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue....
Now the boy knew what to do. He stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and made it as stiff as his now fully-erect cock. Then he began to lap at the woman's cunt, ramming it with his tongue, tasting her juices with his mouth, and nuzzling the sensitive skin with his lips.
He was learning fast and Donna was rapidly approaching another orgasm. The boy seemed to sense this, and he doubled his efforts, moving more rapidly, pushing his tongue against the tender area of her clit, grabbing her by the hips and moving her in rhythm to his pounding, insistent penetration of her open pussy.
"Ooooohhhh!" she cried. "Please, Johnny. Do it some more. Make it feel good ... soooo goood .. " She gasped for breath, running her hand over her nipples and then down her sides and over her hips. Now her fingers were in the boy's hair, tugging at it, making his head bob back and forth ever more rapidly, his stiff tongue pounding in and out of her pussy. She was going to come now, for the second time in a matter of moments, a second beautiful, longing, fulfilling orgasm-a product of this healthy young stud who was eagerly lapping at her pussy.
Oh, why hadn't she thought of this before? There were lots of young men, lots of hard cocks out there who would love to be buried deep inside her lovely body. Instead she had waited for her husband to come back to her; she had wanted to remain faithful, and instead had frustrated herself. No longer would she have to use her own finger to bring herself off, she vowed. She would search for and find handsome young men to do it for her.
And with that thought, Donna released a stream of her warm, come juices into the furiously lapping mouth of the first of what was sure to be a long line of young studs.
Johnny let her bodily spasms come to rest before taking his mouth off her pussy. He gave her cunt one last kiss, and then he swung her legs off the floor and onto the couch.
"Now," he said, looking down at his extended cock, "I'm going to fuck you."
He jumped onto the sofa, positioning himself between her widespread thighs. He reached down and took his long cock in his hand. Even with his fist fully around it, he could not conceal its entire length. Donna looked at it with a combination of desire and apprehension. Could she take that monster inside her? It had been so long since she had fucked. Would that huge organ hurt her?
But then young Johnny rubbed the big head of his prick against her pussy lips, still wet with his saliva and her come juices, and Donna began to relax. She knew now that she could take his cock, she could take any cock and enjoy it. And she promised herself silently that she would never again deny herself any pleasure.
The young boy thrust his hips forward and parted her willing pussy lips with the tip of his cock. Then he slowly began to inch the length of his shaft down her love channel. As the prick moved along, Donna found herself involuntarily opening her legs even wider, hoping to engulf every bit of his rod with her moist cunt-mouth.
Now he was in her all the way and slowly he began to make that longing journey back out. He moved with an ease and agility that Donna would never had guessed he possessed. She thought he was just a young, inexperienced stud, but he was showing her now that he knew how to make love to a woman's body. He paid attention to her other tingling spots. He kissed her lips and her breasts, playing with the nipples with his fingers and running his palm lightly over the skin of the other parts of her body. He grabbed one cheek of her ass, and once, while he was thrusting into her pussy hole with his cock, he shoved one finger into her tight asshole. He left it there for a while, then began to move it in rhythm with pummeling hips.
Donna was afloat on a cloud now, dreamily letting the myriad pleasures invade her body and overcome all of her other sensations. All she cared about now was the strong young man on top of her; she cared not who he was but only what he was doing to her. She held onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and moving to meet his every thrust. She hugged him close to her, letting his powerful chest cover her firm breasts, and she ran her hands over his back, down across his waist, and onto his buttocks, pulling at him when he entered her, urging him on to deeper penetrations.
Soon she lost all track of time. All she knew was that this stud had ignited her body, awakened it to pleasures she had forgotten. Her hips undulated with his, and her pussy ground achingly against his groin when their bodies met, and pulsed desirously for his long, hard shaft when he withdrew from her pussy, even for a moment.
Donna enjoyed the fucking she was getting, letting her orgasm wait. But then it was upon her, creeping up through her entire body before she was aware of it. She felt as if she were on the top of a roller coaster ride, and the car had just peaked at the top of the hill, and was now about to plunge down into the valley. She arched her back and cried out. "Oh! Fuck me! Do it to me! Shove that cock inside me ... harder, Johnny ... harder! Do it! DO IT! DO IT! Noooowww ... "
Johnny began to thrust even faster and harder into her throbbing pussy. He knew she was on the edge, and he meant to bring her to her third orgasm of the day before his aching balls could spew forth their next load of hot sperm. He pushed and pounded her with his cock, using his mouth and his hands to reach wherever he could. He pulled at her nipples with his lips, and squeezed the soft skin of her ass between his fingers.
And then she was there. I'm commmiiinnnng...." she cried. "Oh! I'm ... COMMINNGGG...." and she pulled on the body above her with all her might, thrusting her hips into the air to meet his pummeling cock, to set her off on her own orgasm, and to receive the bursts of hot come that now spit forth from Johnny's burning penis.
They lay there, exhausted for a while. Then Donna wriggled out from underneath her young lover and began to pick up the clothes that lay strewn around the floor. Her body felt wonderful, but she wanted to take no chances. She had to get the lad out of there before anyone walked in on them unexpectedly.
Johnny grinned up at the woman, looking admiringly at her body. A few drops of come still hung to the end of his cock, and Donna bent down and kissed them off.
"Oh, wow! Mrs. Martin, I ... I just don't know what to say. I...." stammered the boy. Donna smiled back at him. It was she who would be grateful to him, she thought, both for the immediate pleasures she had just enjoyed and for the new-found freedoms that would bring her many new experiences like this one.
"That's all right, Johnny. Don't say anything ... but you had better finish off your deliveries before you are missed."
The boy took the cue and got dressed quickly. As he opened the back door to leave, Donna took him by the shoulders and kissed him chastely on the lips. It was almost a motherly kiss, a farewell to a son off on a journey. She knew that although Johnny had used his cock well on her, she would not fuck him again. Not when there were others waiting for her, desiring her body. Tomorrow she would have to call up a new market and arrange for a new delivery boy.
Johnny also sensed that he would not be back. But that was all right with him. He had just had a great lay, and besides, when he had reached into his jean pocket for the keys to the truck, he had found two fifty dollar bills tucked inside.
Donna ran up the stairs and quickly got into her clothes. She felt like a teen-ager off on her first date. She was off on an adventure, one that was certain to change her life. There was only one person to share it with. Her best friend, Vanessa. And Vanessa would be at only one place now. Where she always was every day until her husband came home from work: at the Lovely Lady Health Club.
Donna pulled the car out of the garage and then an image popped into her mind. The last time she was at the Club she had become aware of the number of young, muscular attendants who were there to instruct the woman on exercise and other matters of health. Not that any one of the women ever took advantage of their advice. Mostly the members sat around the pool, took in the sun, gossiped, and played cards. But then, Donna thought, what were they really there for? Could it be that the Club had provided them for the "use" of the members-after hours, that is? Or maybe it wasn't anything that formal. Maybe all one had to do was approach ... suggest ... and make an offer.
She had to find out. She would ask Vanessa. Who knows, she might even start her newly discovered sexual liberation right there at the Club.