But not to fuck any less.
'Ron, Ron,' I implored when he came to the phone. 'I've just got to see you today.' Panic was starting to set in, and as I spoke, I reached into my cut-offs again, seizing my sopping cunt like it was a security blanket.
'But I was just there a couple of days ago,' he said calmly. 'That should be enough.'
'Ron,' I humbled myself, trying to ignore his indifference, 'my pussy is foaming. It wants you. It needs your cock.'
'Yeah, sure, sure,' he said coolly, trying to hide the nature of my end of the conversation from the others at his end of the line. 'But didn't my mother tell you that I'm busy today, that I've got a date?'
'Then it's true,' I blurted furiously, astonished at my jealousy. 'You are with a girl. And what about those other lawns you mow? Your mother also told me that your business is growing by leaps and bounds.'
'Hey, shhhhh,' he whispered. 'They can almost hear you.'
'They'll hear a lot more than that,' I seethed angrily, desperate at the prospect of losing my teenage fucking machine, 'unless you come over right away.'
'But I can't break my date,' he whined.
'Tell her it's an emergency. Leave her with your mom,' I suggested, my gushing words revealing my desperation. 'It won't take long. Just a quickie.'
'Yes?'
'I've got to feel your cock in my cunt right away or I won't make it through the day. Please come over and fuck me,' I caved in and begged, cramming my stiff fingers up the crack of my pussy in secret emphasis.
'Oh, all right, all right,' he said. 'I'll see what I can do and be over as fast as I can. Just so long as it won't take too long.'
'Don't worry, Ronnie,' I said, my voice reeking of humiliation, 'my cunt is so sloppy it'll go off in seconds. Just as soon as I feel your hot, throbbing cock inside it.'
'You sure?'
'I've got three fingers up it right now,' I confessed. 'I'm warming it up for you. Please come over and stick your cock in it. Please fuck me.'
After he hung up I threw off my clothes and ran, stark naked, for the bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and spread my legs in the classic fucking position, gazing in wonder at my open cunt reflecting redly in the vanity- table mirror and getting hornier and juicier by the second.
All the begging, all the pleading I had done, all the humiliation I had suffered over the phone meant nothing to me if I could get Ron's hot cock inside my pussy. Where previously I had been a slave to housework and boredom, now I was a slave to fucking, willing to go to any humbling extreme to get it. I realized that I was willing to degrade myself in front of a teenage boy if I could get his cock inside me.
I don't know how long I lay there naked before the mirror. My legs were spread so that my pussy seemed like an oozing target in the mirror, the bubbling line of my crack the bullseye which the teen's cock would soon pierce.
How could I keep track of time? Time, space, existence… everything was irrelevant in the face of my oozingly ready cunt, waiting wetly for a cock. Everything was incinerated in my blazing desire to fuck.
My mind was engorged as though it were a cunt by the image of Ron's pumping cock, and I lost track of everything and just waited. My legs spread. My pussy open. The pink lips parted just enough to reveal my red fucking canal. Drooling. Glistening. Screaming silently for a big, hard cock.
CHAPTER SIX
The rapping on the screen door in the kitchen brought me out of it. Not because it was particularly loud, but because it was so unanticipated. Ron never knocked. He just walked right in.
But it was definitely him. I knew that when I heard him call, 'Mrs. Fredericks, are you home?'
Why was he calling? Did he have someone with him? The date? Ginny?
No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't do that to me.
I refused to consider the possibility of a betrayal and heedlessly called, 'Come on in.' I spread my thighs even farther so the first thing he'd notice when he walked into the bedroom were the twin images of my open, drooling fuck-hungry cunt, one glistening in the mirror, and the other sopping hairily between my quivering thighs.
I could hear him walking through the house. But then somebody seemed to be with him, following him. As they got closer I could swear that I heard giggles.
When the giggles were coming from just beyond the bedroom door, I craned my head to get a look, blurting, 'What's so funny?' before I saw them standing there together.
Ron's date, despite my instantaneous jealousy, was beautiful. She was everything a teenage girl is supposed to be, especially her sunny, innocent cheerleader's face, and her slender curves. Her tits were pointed and perky like mine had been in high school, surging with youth.
It was easy to see that she had all she needed to be elected homecoming queen, with a lot to spare. Easy because she was completely naked except for her pale-blue bikini panties, her girlish curves shimmering. Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable spasm in my pussy from an unexpectedly arousing source.
Ron was just in his underwear too, his pulsing hard-on pushing out the front of his tight-fitting jockey shorts at least six inches. He was holding hands with the girl, as both of them looked at my open cunt, Ron gazing at the mirror with which he'd become familiar over the past weeks, and his girlfriend looking directly at my pussy.
'I thought you were coming alone,' I said, trying to act gruff, but curiously my heart was not in it. The tip-off was that when I said it I was looking at the girl and not Ron. She was undeniably scrumptious-looking.
'Well, I was coming alone,' he said. 'But when Ginny here kept asking why she couldn't tag along, I finally gave in and told her what was up. And the next thing you know she insisted on coming along. Mrs. Fredericks, this here's Ginny Mims.'
My heart skipped a beat as they moved toward the bed.
I looked instinctively at the crotch of her blue panties for proof of her remark. It was true. The crotch of the flimsy fabric was dark blue, a clinging shadow showing halfway up toward the elastic. The outline of her pussy bulged in minute detail between her perfect thighs.
And then to make double sure that I got the point, she reached over and slid her hand under the elastic of her boyfriend's jockey shorts. In a second, his familiar long dick was out in the open as she expertly ran the foreskin slowly back and forth over the turgid knob at the end. I licked my lips uncontrollably as I noticed a milky glob of anticipatory semen drooling from the bottom of his vertical smile, that cock-grin I had deliciously savored so many times this summer.
'If you don't think I know what I'm doing, look at this,' she said defiantly, dropping to her knees beside the bed. In an instant she had her mouth around his cock, turning her head and brushing back her honey-colored hair so I could see her lips pursing on his shaft.
Intellectually, I knew that I should be exploding with jealousy. However, the only explosion I felt was between my thighs, my cunt virtually erupting with lathering desire.
Suddenly I realized that if this was really bothering me like I'd been trying to convince myself it ought to, then why hadn't I ever made a move to close my legs? The fact of the matter was that I had made my pussy even more conspicuous since I'd noticed the two of them.
The fact of Ginny's sweet mouth around my teenage lover's prick didn't bother me at all, once I understood that Ginny's presence meant that there were more teenage goodies to go around. Suddenly I was determined that Ron's sweetie pie wasn't going to get away with sucking his cock in front of me without paying a delicious price.
I leaned down and began caressing her perfect body. Her naked skin was so smooth that it was elegant. Her breasts were mounds of marble, the nipples as hard as stones. Just touching her made my mouth water and my pussy clench like its walls had been knotted.
The more I touched her and ran my fingers over her cock-sucking, kneeling body, the closer I came to the point where I had to know what was inside those sopping wet bikini panties that were clinging to her crotch. From
