'Give it to me, baby, make me come!'
The boy smiled. 'I'm about ready to come myself. I'll come whenever you do. As soon as your pussy goes off, my cock will start creaming.'
Bracing his elbows on the mattress, shoving his hands under Kathy's shoulders and crushing down on top of her, the boy humped with rotating motions of his loins and screwing motions of his cock. His cock sliced with hard, deep strokes, each penetration making Kathy gasp and arch up against him. He gnawed the side of her neck, drenched her in his sweat and male scent, drove his uncut cock into her with a relentless grinding motion. In seconds, Kathy was again on the verge of orgasm.
'I'm close!' Kathy gasped. 'Oh, baby, I'm so close!'
The boy covered her mouth with his mouth, slid his tongue into her throat as he plunged his cock in her cunt. His blue eyes stared straight into her eyes, looking straight into her mind, sensing with her excruciating pleasure. She gazed back into his eyes, able to sense his ecstasy. His body melted into hers and his eyes glazed over. His cock plunged to the hilt up her cunt, quivering like a volcano on the verge of an eruption. Her eyes and his eyes rolled back at the same moment, and as her pussy exploded, his first hot spurts splashed in her womb.
'Ahhhhhhh!' he groaned. 'Yeahhhhh!'
He writhed on top of her, his willowy body undulating and bucking, his cock jerking and spurting inside her. Each scalding stream of spunk splashed deep in Kathy's pussy and made her gasp.
'I'm coming!' she moaned. 'Oh baby, it feels so good!'
She tore at the boy's back with her fingernails, clawed his asscheeks with her toenails. Her cunt spasmed with each flex and spurt of his massive cock. It was as if each ejaculation sent a surge of electricity into Kathy's loins. Her entire body jerked and she tossed her head from side to side.
'Uhhhhhh!' the boy grunted. 'Ohhh, yeahhhh!'
He was delirious, humping and spurting out of control. Only Kathy's passionate embrace kept him mounted firmly on top of her, his chest pressed to her tits, his belly smacking against her belly.
'Oh shit, yeahhhh!'
'Give it to me!' Kathy panted. 'Shoot it!' Their mutual spasms continued long after Kathy had expected them to end. The boy shot so much cum into her that by the time he was finished, the spunk was leaking out of her pussy and down her crotch. When their orgasms finally subsided, he collapsed on her as if dead, and she stroked his back, caressed his blond head, their fuck-organs throbbing with aftershocks.
'I've never been fucked like that,' Kathy said.
Randy grunted.
'You were fantastic,' Kathy said. 'Do you hear me, stud? Fantastic!'
The boy lay motionless, breathing deeply. He drooled on her shoulder from a slack mouth and Kathy realized he was asleep. She kissed him and relaxed, letting him doze on top of her.
'Poor baby,' she said, stroking his blond head. 'All fucked out.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy opened her eyes slowly and with effort. She didn't want to get up, and yet she sensed she had to. She had the feeling that she'd overslept. She had to get breakfast on the table for Otto or he'd throw a fit.
She looked around the room. It wasn't her bedroom. And the light was somehow all wrong. Through the window the day looked ripe and golden, the light of late afternoon instead of early morning. She closed her eyes and opened them again.
Where am I? she thought. I must be dreaming. She looked around the room again, spotting the mess all over the floor. She spotted the rubber sex-doll, and she remembered. She wasn't at home at all, she was in Randy Chapman's bedroom.
She dropped her legs off the edge of the bed and struggled to sit up. Her cunt ached. She felt as if she'd been run over by a truck. Her fuck session with Randy Chapman had worn her out more than she'd realized.
'Randy,' she called quietly. 'Randy!'
Still no answer. The house was dead quiet. The boy's skateboard was gone from where it had been resting against the dresser. How long had he been gone? Kathy wondered. Minutes? Hours? He'd climbed off her, had grabbed his skateboard, and had left her discarded in his bedroom like his rubber sex-doll. Where was he now – out fucking other married women? By now he might have fucked several more women. The day was late.
Kathy forced herself to get up. She groaned as she tried to walk. Getting dressed was a struggle. All the muscles of her loins and the muscles of her thighs had been stretched and strained. She wasn't used to hard fucking, and never before had she been fucked by an eleven-inch cock. Seven inches, maybe eight, were the largest cocks she'd ever fucked in high school.
She began to straighten up Randy's room, but gave up after a minute. This was no job for her to tackle today. She picked up the rubber sexdoll and dropped it on his bed. It looked dead, nothing like it had looked as Randy had screwed it. It was as if the boy's cock sliding in and out of it had brought it to life. Now it was just a life-size manikin, a rubber toy. Randy's cum had dried between its legs and on its cunt. Only the Vaseline between its cuntlips gave evidence that it had recently been used.
Downstairs, Kathy saw that it was already five o'clock. She'd slept the day away. Luckily, tonight was one of Otto's bowling nights. He wouldn't be home for dinner, and probably not until after eleven o'clock. Still, she had to work fast if she was going to get her work done here before Lois or Fred Chapman came home. She had the breakfast dishes still to do, plus a bed to make, rooms to tidy up and dust, and at least two loads of clothes to wash. She groaned when she tried to move fast. She was waddling like a duck after Randy Chapman's hard fucking.
She managed to get everything done in the kitchen and master bedroom, then went down to the basement to do the wash. There was a TV to watch in the basement laundry room, and she switched it on as the washer rhythmically sloshed. She settled down to watch the evening news, giving her aching body a well-deserved rest.
At least I'm being well paid for all this work, she mused, and then she remembered having promised Randy Chapman a year's salary in exchange for his stud services. He surely wouldn't hold her to that promise, would he? How could she? She really had nothing to worry about – she hoped. She put the ridiculous worry out of her mind and turned her attention back to the TV.
An hour later, as she dragged the wash back upstairs, she nearly ran into a man in the kitchen. He was making himself a drink, which he nearly dropped when Kathy suddenly appeared.
'Excuse me,' Kathy said. 'You must be Mr. Chapman. I'm Kathy Finn, the new housekeeper.'
'You startled me,' the man said. 'I'm Fred Chapman, pleased to meet you, Miss Finn. Won't you join me in a drink?'
'Mrs. Finn,' Kathy said. 'As for that drink, I'd love one, but I really should finish up here and be getting home.'
The man looked Kathy over, his eyes lingering on heir bare feet – Kathy still hadn't put her shoes back on – then took the clothes basket out of her hands and set it down.
'I insist you join me,' he said. 'I won't take no for an answer. I hate to drink alone. Lois won't be home until at least ten, and more likely not until midnight. You must be neighborly and share a drink with me.'
Kathy knew she couldn't argue with the man. Besides, she found herself looking over Fred Chapman as intently as he'd looked over her. He was a handsome man, tall, dark, and well built. She could see where Randy had got his handsomeness, but not his blandness.
Fred Chapman finished preparing the drinks, then excused himself for a few minutes and returned to the kitchen wearing nothing but scanty swim trunks. He had a muscular torso and a hairy chest, which Kathy had the almost irresistible urge to stoke.
'Shall we?' Fred asked.
He led her out back, onto the patio, and they relaxed on chaise lounges, sipping their drinks and basking in the warm, late-afternoon sun.
