For the entire week, Rhoda Myles had been so hard-tip she could hardly stand it. Especially after watching the antics of the Hagerman clan. But she had curbed her impulses to take on Vern again, and had restrained herself. She wanted him to get the idea, without her saying anything, that he must never, ever say anything to anyone.
He hadn't said anything to her, but she had seen him looking at her with calf's eyes, big, pleading brown eyes. She had thought of limiting his association with the Ormand boys-she didn't care if he associated with Phil Hagerman, despite the fact they had something very naughty in common.
"Uuuuuummmm, that Phil Hagerman," she mused as she sat alone in the water company office that Friday afternoon to take any emergency calls. After seeing him screw his sister and saw the heft of his cock when Doris gave him a blow-job, she was satisfied he could do a satisfactory job cunt-pounding her with his cock.
"I'm a hot bitch," Rhoda giggled softly, knowing the front door was locked and she was secure in the back office. She pushed away from the big, mahogany desk, leaned back in the enormous leather-upholstered swivel chair. She kicked off her pumps and braced her feet on the-edge of the desk.
If anyone came in, it would be by the rear entry. And she didn't expect any of the company employees on Friday afternoon. Certain the chair wouldn't roll, Rhoda raised her bottom and deftly rolled down her panties. She gave them a toss and they landed in a silky mass beside her purse.
"Aaaaaahhh, yeeeeesss," she breathed as she tilted back, legs far apart, and dipped a hand into her hairy nest. "I could use that horny Hagerman kid right now," she whispered as her lust increased to a white heat.
She parted her knees even more, worked the hem of her dress up around her waist and employed both hands in her black-thatched straddle, pinching the thick, hairy lips into a long, narrow flange, pressing thumbs against her fully distended clit.
With her head thrown back against the roll on the back of the chair, she sighed roughly and used the fingers of both hands to split her vulva wide open. With delectable tremors cascading through her pelvis, she ran a finger of each hand up and down the deep cleft, dabbling fingertips at her fluttering hole and teasing the fleshy nub that poked from her clit sheathing of flesh, such dark, pink flesh.
Rhoda closed her eyes and sighed audibly, loud in the empty office, and gouged her two index fingers into her smoking cauldron. "I truly wish that Phil Hagerman would stumble in." He had sometimes, wondering if his dad had been around.
But he's probably fucking his sister now-or off some place with Vern and the Ormand boys from across town. She would relent and give her son another crack at her wooly blossom and honey pot, if he came in, but he almost never came to her place of employment.
With her eyes closed, she began to finger her pussy in a frantic need. She had visions of her son and Phil and the two Ormand boys all standing naked, awaiting their turns to shove their cocks to her. "If they were all here," she scowled at the idea of being found taking on young kids, "I'd take 'em all on. I could stand a little gang-banging."
Then Rhoda frowned. What was she contemplating and day-dreaming about was precisely what got her husband a term in the state penitentiary. Screwing the fourteen-year-old daughter of the school principal.
When she really had her fingers flying in and out of her pussy, her senses grew keen and alert, hearing the rear entrance open. "Son of a bitch," she breathed resentfully, pulling her hands from her crotch and pushing her dress hem down. "Orville," she called, "is that you?" She hoped it was-he'd banged her split several times, starting a month after her hubby had gone down the river. Up the river?
"Nah, Mrs. Myles. It's me."
And she stared implacably through narrowed eyes at Phil Hagerman standing in a slouch in the doorway of the office. "Is my dad around? Or coming by? He's not at the garage."
"I haven't seen him," Rhoda said with a wisp of a smile. "How are things at home?" The question was intuitive, as she wondered whether he would reveal anything.
"Awwwww, everything is fine," the youngster said.
"How's your sister? Behaving herself?" Rhoda said non-committally. "And you?"
"Were you and Vern talking about me the other evening when I was lounging in the patio?" she made up a story. "Bet I know what you were talking about," she continued.
Did she see his face redden.
"We weren't talking about you, Mrs. Myles," the boy blurted.
"Poop. I bet you were talking about girls," Rhoda smiled, shaking a finger at the youth. "Talking about these two things." She pointed at the twin mountains filling the bodice of her dress. "And what girls have down here." With an overly dramatic gesture Rhoda pointed at her crotch, using her index finger to dent her dress and shape it around her lips and over her plump Venus mound.
"Nah," Phil chirped quickly, gulping, but not taking his eyes off her finger that lingered within an inch of her torrid, damp pussy.
Rhoda winked impishly. "Well, if you-I mean you, Phil-have an interest in my two jugs and what I got between my legs, you shouldn't discuss them with my son. Talk to me about them. Come over here."
He was blushing now, but was unabashed as he strolled toward her. "What if I gave you a quick look at what I got between my legs? Would that make you run like a rabbit-or would you want to see more?" Before he could comment, Rhoda quickly swished her dresstail up, gave him a flash of a look and tossed her dress back over her bare snatch with all its splendid forest of ebony black hair.
She was uncertain. The boy didn't say anything, just stood there staring down at the place he had just seen. "Want to see more of it?" She laughed when he nodded, swallowed hard. She fanned her hand out and rubbed her fingertips against the bulge in his pants, down the tell-tale welt in his left leg.
"Gettin' any, Phil? You know what I mean," she said archly. "Are you getting any nookie." He remained quiet, immobile, just staring unblinking at the sag of her dress between her spread legs. "Hey, don't be shy," she laughed. She caressed a finger along his growing ridge. "Hey, are you getting worked up and need-some fucking?"
When he didn't reply, she said smugly, "You better know it. You're getting a hard-on!" With her left hand she hiked up her dress to expose her crotch, the black hair billowing in thick curls in a Vee from her legs to grow profusely across her pillow and a little way-up her flat belly.
Deftly," slowly, she unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, pried out his growing young cock. "Why don't you strip off your clothes and bang my snatch for me. Wouldn't you like to fuck your next door neighbor?"
Rhoda scowled at him as he hesitated as she dipped her hands into her straddle, caressed long, tapering thighs, then spreading the thick lips of her fragrant pussy. "Well, are you going to fuck me, or not?"
She goaded him by undoing his belt and pushing down his pants. "I think I'd love having you screw me, Phil. You have such a nice pecker for a young guy. You might as well," she breathed heavily, dipping a well-manicured finger deep into her wet tunnel and holding it before his nose for him to sniff.
"You really, truly mean it?" Phil said tightly and he bent over to untie his shoes and kick off his pants and shorts. Then he peeled off his shirt while Rhoda stood long enough to take off her dress, half-slip and bra. "Know what these are?" she pointed at her panties and giggled. "I had my panties off and was playing with my twat before you arrived." She lifted his half-limp peter and squeezed it. "How come not hard?"
She tugged lovingly on his meat. "Get it over here, Phil-so I can get my hot lips on it. I'll have me a finger-diddle cum while I render you a blow-job." She urged him to step over her and the hunkered down woman rolled back his foreskin, pushed some four inches of his cock into her mouth.
"Uuuuuummm-yuuuuummm," she crooned as she sucked hard, pushed both hands under him and into her oozy snatch. "Lean up over me," she mumbled around the mouthful of prick, "so I can really go down on you and swallow all your cock."
As her talented mouth lapped his prick, she swizzled her tongue around it, happily aware of the rapidly burgeoning plum on the end. She whimpered mutedly as her fingers were masturbating her into a sharp, twinging orgasm. Her body shook and she worked her head, nodding, to mouth-fuck his nearly full erection.
The chair creaked and squeaked as she shook. Her finger-orgasm was popping and crackling keenly, delectably in her red-hot snatch. She looked up into his face, eyes twinkling. He understood and obliged her by hunching gently, erratically, forcing his meat into her super-willing face. She responded by gulping the rubbery knob down her narrow gullet.
"Uuuuuuuum-uuuuum-uuuuuummm," she purred softly, savoring the plump head and the heady flavor of raw fuck-meat. She loved it, the way a completely hard cock would continue to expand when it was sucked just right. And the head and shaft of his cock thoroughly filled her hot mouth.
She didn't want to do the blow-job too far and have him go bang in her throat. As soon as she was satisfied it was as hard and big as it was going to get, she inched it out of her mouth by turning her head to the side. "Can you throw the dick to my snatch while I slump in the chair?"
As she waited for him to gawk at her drippy snatch and ogle her jutting breasts with the dark, bloated nipples, she caressed her belly and smoothed out her crinkly hair, combing fingers through the tangled tendrils.
"Come on, mount me," she urged, reaching a hand for his prodigious prong. She began panting passionately, lifting her heavy boobies, to goad his youthful animal lust. "You've fucked before, you know how. Come on, Phil-stud, mount your neighbor and fuck your beautiful cock up my twat."
She held her breath as he hovered down over her, pushed his arms behind her, just above her heavy hips. She reached, found him and dipped the fat, bluntish head of his cock into her gaping trough of red flesh. With only a couple of swabs, from her asshole to her clit, she set the point at the place she wanted to be speared.
"Shove your cock in me," she whispered, using her feet on the desk to raise her ass and curve her pussy to his arrow of pleasure. He shook a couple of times, then hunched and bucked. "Goddamn, yes!" she whinnied as he hoisted about four inches of prick into her scalding cunt.
Rhoda whimpered gratefully, succeeded in flattening herself a little more, and took the rest of his hardy dong into her clutching snatch. "Hit me with your cock," she gasped. "Have you screwed your sister?" she tried to trap him. But he remained silent as his bare ass began working in slow rhythm.
The tall brunette blew a tangle of black hair from her eyes and reached to grab the cheeks of her ass, pry them apart so he could really ream-cram his cock deep between her sprawled legs. Her cunt began a slow eruption that built to a crescendo of passion and pleasure, She bit her lower lip to shut off the shrill squealing scream building in her throat.
The chair was proving to be a dandy coital vehicle. It rocked back and forth as he bucked and hunched and lurched, fucking his cock deep into her thundering cunt. And her position was ideal, she thought, feeling the heavy flange of the corona each time he almost, but not quite, hauled his dong out of her suctioning cunt. "Thump the cock to me, Phil; really pour the prick to my pussy and hit. the bottom of my pit and make me climax bang-bang. Oooooohhh, goooooood Jesus, fuck the cock up my twat!"
With a sniffle and a dull snort, Phil began rocking his bare ass with increased frenzy, driving his young cock into the older woman's pulsating pussy. She pressed the firm flesh of her buttocks in against his flying piston, taking his prick into her with a series of plaintive, soft sighs of wanton pleasure.
"Aaaggghhh, Phil, pour the cock to me," she whimpered in a begging tone. "Shaft me deep and maybe cornhole me to windup a happy fuck-session."
She wished the boy would start talking to her, saying filthy sex words. That always made her fly to pieces in orgasm. "Don't you want to fuck my asshole, too, Phil-honey?" It had an effect on him. He gripped her waist in a tight embrace and ground his groin against her pulpy love mound.
Rhoda could feel the outer lips of her pussy stretched out of shape and the inner petals being pushed into her cove each time he rammed his mammoth cock back into her pussy. She wished she could see her thick-lipped gash stretched like a rubber gasket around his plunging prick with all that crisp black hair wilted by cock and cunt juice.
"Oooooohhh, Christ, it's good, getting my pussy fucked." She had a sobering thought that sapped some of her pleasure. "But you better not ever breath a word you've had me and my pussy, Phil. If you don't, I may let you fuck me again someday," she coaxed. When he mumbled that he would never say a word, her peak of satisfaction was reached again. "I wish I could see your cock stabbing my pussy. But-God, it's good! Fuck it to me, screw me. Aaaaah-ah-ah, pure fuckin' heaven, a nice hard cock pounding my twat full of ninety pounds of glorious meat."
He missed several strokes. "Whassa matter? Want me to shut up and shake my ass and help you fuck me?" she giggled, using one hand to pat his bucking, toiling ass. She gasped with delight as their bellies smacked sweatily together and his groin crushed the dainty flower bud of her clitoris.
As best she could, she made her ass fly, arching her ravishing gash to his rutting prick. Then his pace quickened and he was pouring the prick to her pussy as fast as he could hunch his butt.
"You ain't gonna cum yet, are you?" she squealed in anguish and unfulfilled torment. She hugged him to her, reached around him and took his bag of balls in a merciless hand. He howled sharply, paused, then resumed shafting his cock in bang-bang lunges into her gripping snatch.
"I got a deep hole between my legs, but you've hit the bottom several times," she panted. "Please, don't cum yet?" she wheedled. "I want to have one more hard climax and I ain't quite ready yet. Keep on fucking me and get me there, Phil."
A soft gurgling wail built in the kid's throat, then blossomed like a siren. "Fuuuuucck me back!" he hollered, socking the fuck-meat deep into her torrid, spasming pussy.
"Aaaaaahhh, Jesus Christ!" Rhoda howled, partly disappointed as her bare, rounded ass lurched crazily, swiveling slightly on his buried prick that was spouting wildly. She dug two of her own fingers far into her rolling bowels, precipitating a shattering orgasm that banged in her womb.
"Golllleee," she yelped and gasped, as if struggling for breath. She could feel his phallus throbbing in her pussy through the narrow partition that separated her asshole from her vagina. Her cunt was exploding around his vibrating sex-tool and her butt hole was coiling and writhing nicely and delectably around her fingers.
"Go-cum-you fuck-happy kid," she panted, gasping and straining. "You nicely big-cocked little bastard, fuck me full of thick jizz," She shook her bottom on his thunder-pole and sensed she got even another inch and another half-gallon of cum pumped down and into her snatch.
"Jiss me with your big cunt-cork," she pleaded, almost fainting as the slit in the tip of his dick spewed stream after stream of thick, frothy cum into her, plastering the clutching walls of her aching, throbbing pussy.
"Soooooooo wonnnnderful, having my pussy pecker-banged and gushed full of gorgeous jizz," Rhoda wailed, feeling her belly bloated with nine inches-or about, she guessed-of cock.
"You ain't gonna cornhole me? I doubt we have time today," she said lazily as he hauled his cock out of her and she fondled her swollen, abused pussy. She studied him speculatively. He won't talk, I don't think. If he won't, how about the Ormand boys?
"I guess you and your dad and Doris will be coming to the annual water company picnic?" she said softly. "Next Saturday-week from tomorrow. We might be able to slip away and tear off a piece of ass then and no one would know, Phil."
Hungrily, she watched him dress, stole a quick suck of his half-limber cock. She winked and smiled when he rubbed her long thighs and patted her oozing pussy, the thick hair matted with his jizz.