fixed hungrily on her tits.
Grabbing his hands, she placed them over her full globes and held them there. 'Go on,' she said. 'I don't mind. Touch them.'
His eyes wide, his mouth slack, he moved his hands tentatively over her swollen tits. Then he became bolder, his fingers squeezing and probing her firm flesh.
She fluttered her fingertips over the bulge of his cock, tracing the outline of his cock-shaft and the shape of his cock-head. His cock felt as hard as a rock under his jeans. He groaned softly at the touch of her fingers.
He kept his hands on her tits as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. She peeled his jeans down to his ankles. Her hand moved quickly over the length of his rigid cock until she was cupping his balls.
She smiled at the way his jockey shorts were stretched out of shape by his up-thrust turgid fuck-meat.
His body tensed as she fingered his balls. He watched her warily, like a trapped animal. Her hand came up now and she took hold of his thick cock still imprisoned in his jockey shorts.
Breathing hard, her heart pounding, her fingers moved slowly up the length of his cock and down again. Her hand pressed against the throbbing tip of his cock while her fingers stretched downward to feel the length.
She squeezed. It was like a rock, a cloth-covered rock. Her pussy quivered. She pinched and probed his bloated cock-head. He groaned when she finally pulled his shorts down.
The hot skin of his cock-head grazed her hand as his hard cock sprang out in front of her eyes. It was big and red and angry looking. His cock-shaft was blue-veined and very thick.
Closing her fingers around his cock-shaft, she moved the skin up and down. His piss-hole opened wide and a drop of clear fluid brimmed in the slit.
He still had his hands on her tits. His fingers felt like hot branding irons. He made circular motions on each tit, paused at her cleavage, then slid up only to return eagerly to her nipples.
Stripping his cock-skin back to completely expose his cock-head, she opened her mouth and engulfed his dripping knob.
'Jesus Christ!' he moaned.
She had little chance to give him a real blow job. She stroked the ring of her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, and then suddenly he cried out and started shooting spurt after spurt of thick hot jism into her open mouth.
She had to swallow to keep from choking. Gulping and sucking, she finally drained his load and pulled her mouth off his cock to smile up at him.
'Was that nice?' she asked.
'Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry!' he groaned.
'Don't be,' she smiled. 'I liked it. I'm sure you can get hard again. Let's go into the bedroom and get your clothes off.'
He pulled up his jeans and she led him into the bedroom. When they had their clothes off, she laughed at the eagerness in his eyes. The boy was certainly different than her husband!
He also had none of Charlie's brusqueness. He was hot for her. The way his eyes feasted on her cunt-bush made her feel as though she had a great treasure down there between her legs. She loved it!
Stretching out on the bed on her back, she pulled her knees to her chest and opened her thighs wide.
'I'd like you to lick my pussy,' she said. 'Have you ever done that to a girl?'
He nodded. He climbed onto the bed and went down on her. She soon found that he wasn't as innocent as he looked. He had sucked pussy before. He knew the different between her cunt-hole and her clit. He knew enough not to neglect either of them.
'Eat it!' she hissed. 'Oh, God, yes, eat my pussy!'
His tongue swabbed up and down between her thick swollen cunt-lips. She gasped at the lovely feel of his hot breath on the quivering meat of her pussy.
'Kiss it lover! Suck me out! Lick it!'
The words came pouring out of her mouth as she squirmed her ass, grinding her cunt against his face.
'Good!' she groaned. 'Stick your tongue in my hole!'
Obediently, he tongue-fucked her cunt-hole. Then he moved his tongue up to massage her quivering clit. Her ass flew off the bed as she came. Bucking her hips, gurgling with pleasure, she climaxed on the boy's face.
'That was beautiful!' she groaned. 'Fuck me now!'
When he climbed between her legs, she ran her hand over his cock and balls and positioned his cock-head at the mouth of her cunt-hole. Grunting with impatience, he lurched forward and buried his cock inside the dripping channel of her cunt.
He was young and strong. He pumped in and out in frenzy and she held the cheeks of his ass as he pistoned his cock into her clutching hole. When she sensed his orgasm approaching, she rocked back and forth and cried out.
'Fuck me! Shoot it! Shoot it into me!'
She came as the first jets of his jism gushed into her waiting cunt. He continued pumping until she had the last of his load, and then he rolled over on the bed.
He groaned when she moved her head down to his crotch and began lapping at his cock. She licked the juice off his limp prick and then sucked it into her warm mouth.
Squeezing his balls, she sucked on him until he began to harden again. She laughed to herself at how easy it was to get a boy his age up again.
'Have you ever done it doggy-style?' she asked.
Without waiting for an answer, she knelt on the edge of the bed. He moved round to stand behind her. She was drunk on her lust. She wiggled her ass in his face, enticing him to fuck her.
'Stick it in!' she crooned.
A moment later his hard cock drove into her wet cunt like a battering ram. Her head down on the mattress, her eyes closed, her jaw hung loose as the boy began a rapid jackhammer fuck that rattled her bones.
She started coming almost immediately. There seemed no end to it. She had one orgasm after the other, and she had the feeling she could keep on going forever.
When he finally spurted his load, she slumped over on her side exhausted and dozed off.
A voice awakened her. 'What's that?' she said. She realized that the boy was still there. He was dressed now.
Standing beside the bed, he looked down at her. 'Can I have my money, lady.'
'Money? What money?'
'For mowing the lawn, lady. Can I have my money? I've got to go.'
After the boy left, Gloria got into the shower and washed herself clean. She tingled as she remembered how wild she had been. She'd practically raped that poor kid! Then she giggled. He was far from a kid. He'd given her a better fuck than her husband ever had!
Her pussy still fluttered from the memory of it.
Returning to the bedroom, she decided that one last come would really settle her down for the day. It made no sense to deny herself now. After a rousing fuck like that, she wanted to be certain she'd have some peace for a while.
Her thighs quivered with anticipation. Her pussy was wet again. Her cunt these days seemed to be constantly more wet than dry! By the time she lay down on the bed, she could feel the juice dripping down the insides of her thighs.
Opening her legs, she wiped her thighs off with the top sheet and spread the lips of her pussy. Lifting a hand to her shoulder, she slowly caressed her smooth flesh. Then she trailed her fingers down over her boobs, and scraped her fingernails across each nipple.
Her hands roamed over her body as she touched herself in her sensitive places, God, she was hot! She felt she could almost come just from touching her skin.
Rolling over, she pressed her cunt into the bed, forcing her cunt-lips open, squashing the meat of her pussy down against the mattress. She pumped her hips, grinding her crotch against the sheet.
Slipping both hands under her belly, she shoved her fingers into her cunt and held them there, not moving, feeling the heat and wetness of her cunt-flesh, and then gradually humping her cunt up and down against her
