He arched up, wiggling his ass and fucking his cock up into her hard. 'Feels so fucking good!'
The sensations in Kathy's loins made her gasp. Her cunt contracted powerfully each time she fucked down, sending electricity pulsing throughout her body. She wanted to fuck the boy all day, but she couldn't control her excitement. Suddenly, her cunt tightened spastically and burst with explosions of pure pleasure. Her head snapped back and she panted like a woman in labor, her cunt clutching and juicing around the boy's cock.
Randy pinched her nipples, nearly making her black out.
'Come on, baby!' he growled. 'Pleasure that pussy! Feel it, baby, yeah!'
Kathy rocked back and forth over him, fucking herself crazy on his cock, gushing hot fuckjuices over his balls. When her orgasm began to subside, he pulled her down on top of him again, crushing her to his hard chest and kissing her.
'Piss on my cock,' he said. 'Make it run all over my balls. Come on, baby!'
He rocked his loins, sliding his cock in her freshly spasmed cunt.
Kathy whimpered, her cunt raw after her orgasm. She gasped as the boy's rigid prick filed at her clit, rubbed at the raw meat between her cuntlips.
'Oh stop, give me a break!' she gasped, but the boy kept fucking.
'Piss on my fucking cock! I wanna feel your hot piss run down my balls!'
The boy wouldn't be denied, and somehow Kathy got a piss flow going. The boy went crazy. Grunting, knifing his cock wildly in her pissing cunt, he fucked her till he brought himself off.
'Ahhhhhh!' he groaned. 'Ughhhhhhh!' His cock bucked in Kathy's pissing cunt, spurting cum deep into her womb. He nearly broke her ribs as he crushed her against him, fucking with all his strength. His cum filled her pussy and ran out of her along with her piss. Piss and cum ran down his balls, pooling on the floor of the bathtub.
'Ahhh yeahhh!' he sighed. 'Ohhh baby!'
What next? Kathy thought.
CHAPTER TWELVE
To Kathy's disappointment, Randy Chapman had no new surprises in store for her. After climbing out of the bathtub, he ate a quick breakfast – a pitcher of orange juice, drunk in the nude while standing in the kitchen- tugged on his threadbare cutoffs, grabbed his skateboard, gave Kathy a quick peck on the cheek – like a husband leaving for work in the morning – and rode off into the sunshine for another day of adventure, leaving Kathy behind.
Kathy watched him until he was out of sight, imagining him nude as he rode the skateboard, his firm, perfectly smooth asscheeks dimpling and flexing as he maintained his balance.
Kathy sighed. Being a housekeeper wasn't much different from being a housewife. The men always ran off in the morning, leaving you alone for the day.
Still nude, she went back up to the bathroom to wash up. She smelled of piss and cum. Sitting at the edge of the bathtub, her feet inside the tub, her legs spread, she inserted a few fingers in her pussy and lazily jerked off, thinking about what had happened in this tub just ten minutes ago. There were still sticky gobs of cum puddled on the floor of the tub and she rubbed her toes in them, smearing the cum and getting herself excited. She imagined herself riding Randy's eleven-inch cock, saw herself pissing on it while it was spurting, and her excitement surged. Rhythmically clamping her legs together as she fingerfucked herself, she brought her pussy to a climax.
'Oooh yessss!' she breathed, her heart slamming as the spasms gnawed through her loins and her fuck juices dribbled down the porcelain edge of the tub. 'Feels so good!'
She worked her legs against each other and twisted her fingers inside herself until every twinge of spasm had been worked from her sizzling, throbbing fuckmeat, then slipped her fingers out of her pussy and sucked them clean. She cleaned out the tub, then filled it with hot water and lay in it for a long, relaxing soak.
After her soak, she didn't bother to dress. She worked in the nude, spending the morning cleaning the upstairs. Randy Chapman's bedroom was the challenge of her life. She stripped the bed and saw cum-stains all over the bare mattress. The boy had spurted so many gallons of pleasure juice on this bed that it had leaked right through the sheet and mattress pad. She flipped the mattress over and saw just as many stains on the other side.
'Filthy boy!' she muttered as her cunt tingled. 'Devil!'
The thought of the filthy devil unloading gallons of cum all over this mattress over the years excited her so much that she lay back on the stained mattress and jacked off, sniffing one of Randy's filthy, ball-scented jockstraps and imagining herself nuzzling and licking his fat nuts. She left her own stain on the mattress, a small puddle of pussyjuice, which dribbled out of her as she came.
The boy's sheets and mattress pad had to be replaced. It would be foolish to even try laundering them. She found fresh, new ones in the linen closet and made the bed. The old sheets and mattress pad she stuffed into a plastic garbage bag, along with hopelessly stained underwear, jockstraps, and worn-out sweatsocks. She was hauling the garbage bag out to the trash when she had a better idea, a wicked idea – she would take the bag home instead, keeping its contents as a souvenir, an intimate momento of her affair with Randy Chapman.
By the time she finally finished cleaning the upstairs, she'd jerked off several more times. The scent of the teenage stud was everywhere, and it kept her horny. She went downstairs, cleaned up the kitchen and master bedroom, dusted and vacuumed the living room, and did the day's laundry. By the time she finished with the downstairs it was mid-afternoon and she hadn't jerked off in hours. She was starting to feel horny.
Her work done, she decided to go outside into the back yard for a few minutes of well-deserved relaxation in the sunshine. Still nude, she pulled a chaise into the sun and reined back on it, her legs spread, the ripe, late- afternoon sunshine licking her all over like a huge, penetrating tongue. She began to masturbate, but soon, she in felt herself dozing off. She tried to remain awake, but found it impossible.
She jerked awake to the sound of the patio door opening. Footsteps knocked on the patio brick. Kathy reached blindly for something to cover herself, but she hadn't brought anything outside with her, not even a towel.
'What have we here?' Fred Chapman asked, loosening his tie. 'No, don't get up, don't even move. I like you just the way you are.'
Kathy put her hand over her heart, which was hammering wildly now that it had slipped down out of her throat after being lodged there. She was panting with relief and almost laughed. 'You nearly scared me to death, Fred! I thought it was your wife!'
Fred kicked off his shoes. 'The only time Lois ever comes home during the day is if she has a business appointment of some kind here, which is about once a year. And you'll know well in advance if that's about to happen. Lois sets up appointments months in advance if she can. Her every minute is planned. She never does anything without planning ahead.'
Fred lowered his pants and jockey briefs and stood naked before her. He must have just got done working out at the gym became his muscles were all flushed and pumped up. His cock stood rigid, pointing slightly upward and twitching rhythmically. Foreskin half covered the knob. Lube oozed from the pisshole. The man's eight inches was ready to go.
Kathy licked her lips. 'Want a blowjob, handsome?'
Fred chuckled. 'That seems to be your favorite come-on line.'
'Let me suck it!' Kathy purred.
'How can I resist?' Fred said. His cock wagged heavily as he crossed the patio and moved up to stand next to Kathy. He shoved his cock under her nose.
Kathy inhaled, sighing as the musky-sweet scent of the man's uncut cock filled her head. She opened her mouth and Fred pushed his cock into it. Her lips tightened around the veiny shaft. She sucked the head, tasting fucklube.
'Mmmm, honey, you've got such a hot mouth!' Fred moaned. He thrust gently, sliding his cock deeper into Kathy's throat. 'Swallow the whole thing!'
