Yesterday's fuck with the mechanic, Earl, had taken its toll. After driving around for over an hour, she had arrived home, showered, then slept until dark. She ate a light supper, then back to sleep again.
She glanced up at the ceiling, contemplating her next act of defiance. There was no reason to look out the window. The bastard would be outside somewhere, waiting for her to make her move. She giggled and rolled over on her belly.
Burying her head in the soft fluffy pillows, she ran her hands under her body. She closed her eyes, imagining the detective writing out his report and her husband's face when he read it. She thought about Friday when Brad would come home. The idea of telling him herself appealed to her and the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. Having it out together was a lot better than him sitting in his office looking at the pictures and reading the scorching report.
She rocked on her hands, her pussy getting turned on by the silk sheets as she pulled the skin back from her clit, freeing the tiny button to rub against the smooth shiny material. "Oh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" she whimpered, turning herself on.
"Damn!" she cursed, rolling out of bed. She patted to the window and smiled when she saw his car parked across the street.
"Maybe I'll fuck you today, Mr. Detective," she said aloud. Grabbing a short robe, she wrapped it around her naked body and hurried downstairs, an impish sparkle in her emerald green eyes.
She strutted to the door for one quick flash to the detective, then coffee and the morning paper. She opened the front door, pretending not to see the car across the street. She bent down for the paper and stood up, the robe falling away from her body for an instant, exposing her creamy white flesh to the detective. As quickly as the robe opened, she folded it closed again and stepped back inside, knowing that the detective had seen her. It thrilled her to know that she was, at least hoped she was, turning him on.
She was about to shut the door when she spotted Denny cutting across her lawn. "Oh, shit!" she muttered. "He saw me." She was positive. The boy looked like a statue, frozen to the ground, his mouth agape and his eyes staring. She waved nonchalantly, an erotic idea forming in her dirty mind. Denny seemed like the ideal candidate. Here was a person she could control and manipulate like a puppet. She waved again, bringing the boy out of his spell.
"Hi, Denny," she called to him.
He walked toward her, his eyes glued to her robe as if he didn't believe what he saw, yet not willing to take the chance of missing it, if it happened again. "Hi, Mrs. Benson."
"How would you like to join me for some hot chocolate? I could use the company." She smiled warmly at the teen-age boy standing at the foot of her steps.
"I… I… don't know," he stammered, glancing at her long slender legs in the short robe.
"Don't be shy, Denny," she mewed, holding the door open for him. "C'mon."
Denny walked up the stairs, almost stumbling as he tried to keep his eyes on her legs.
He blushed and walked quickly by her, the clean sensuous scent of her body making the shy boy's head spin.
Joanne grinned smugly across the street at the parked car. "Get your eyeful of this, Mr. Snoop," she mumbled under her breath. "Maybe I'll call the police on you and say I saw a prowler." She giggled to herself and shut the door.
"Were you talking to me?" Denny asked, waiting nervously in the foyer.
"No, Denny. I was just reminding myself to do a few things later today." Appearing casual, she took his hand. "Now, let's have that hot chocolate."
Having her hand in his made Denny's heart skip. He allowed her to lead him to the kitchen where the windows looked out at the large wooded backyard. He sat down at the table and watched her as she turned on the water. He swallowed hard, imagining her rounded ass under the short robe. His cock was hard, bent into his pant leg. With her back to him, he adjusted his cock. "Whew," he sighed heavily, the pain gone, leaving only a dull ache brought on by his desire for his neighbor, a desire he had been carrying since he had reached puberty.
Joanne carried Denny's hot chocolate and her coffee to the table. She placed his cup in front of him and sat down, making sure her robe was closed and her legs modestly under the table. She saw the disappointment on his clean smooth young face. It warmed her.
Glancing at her, trying to appear at ease, Denny sipped the hot drink. "Mmmmm. Tastes good."
"I'm glad you like it, Denny," she purred. She leaned forward on the table, her green eyes boring into his. She saw his cheeks tinge pink. "What have you been doing with yourself? I haven't seen you around lately."
"Oh, nothing," he murmured, avoiding her open stare. "I got a job for the summer." He took another sip. "Takes up most of my time."
"Your nights too?" she asked, her voice soft with a gentle lilt as she tried to keep him calm and at the same time, gain his confidence. "I'm sure you don't work night and day."
"Oh, no," he said quickly. "I just work during the day. Today's my day off."
"You have a girl friend to keep you company at night?" she asked, keeping her voice casual and dying to know if he was a virgin.
"I have a girl friend," he said. "I usually go over to her house or we go down to Mario's Sub Shop and hang out." He shrugged.
"Nothing very exciting."
"I'll bet it gets pretty exciting when you're at her house and her parents are out, huh?" She smiled disarmingly and winked.
Denny blushed, almost spilling his hot chocolate. "Oh, we don't do anything," he protested.
"I think you're hiding something," she teased. "Who's your girl friend?"
"It's Karen Fisher, over on Elm."
"I know Karen," Joanne said, picturing the young girl in her mind. "She's very pretty."
Joanne studied the good-looking boy, an image of him on top of the pretty Karen racing through her mind. It reminded her of when she was a teen-ager and sex was always on her brain. She smiled knowingly. If Karen was anything like herself, Denny would have at least gotten his hand on her pussy. "Karen really like you a lot?" she asked, attempting to wheedle the information from the bashful young boy.
"A lot," he bragged. "We've been going together since school let out for the summer."
"You've been going together for over a month," she said. "You mean to tell me you haven't done anything with Karen?"
"Oh, no! She's a nice girl."
"I'm a nice girl too," Joanne pouted. "If I was your girl, I'd let you touch me."
Denny was stunned at what Mrs. Benson said. His mouth dropped open. He swallowed hard, his heart caught in his throat. The idea of Mrs. Benson being his girl friend and him touching her was overwhelming.
Joanne saw, what her revelation did to him. She put her hand over his. "Don't be so shocked, Denny. Sex is natural." She didn't bother to press the question, feeling she had revealed enough. She waited for his response, staring hotly at him, occasionally running her pink tipped tongue over her full mouth.
Denny melted into the chair. Mrs. Benson was too beautiful to ignore. He felt compelled to talk, not wanting her to think he was a baby. "We've done few things."
"What?" she asked, anxious to hear all the details. She felt fabulous! Denny belonged to her now and she was going to use him to satisfy all of her desires. "Tell me, Denny."
He was embarrassed but didn't show it. Having a crush on Mrs. Benson and being in her house for the first time, he intended to say anything to stay around for awhile. "I played with her…" he gulped, "breasts."
"Ohhhh!" Joanne said, getting a warm feeling in her pussy. "She has big tits too. I remember."
Denny was surprised. He never expected her to talk like that.
"Have you ever touched her pussy?" Joanne pressed, wanting to know everything and anything about the shy boy's sex life.
"Whew!" Denny said, shaking his head. "I never thought you talked like that."
"You mean… pussy?" She giggled. "What do you call it?"
"Pussy," he whispered.
"Well, so do I." She was enjoying herself. "Tell me. Did you touch her pussy?"
"Last night," he admitted, his head reeling from this erotic conversation.
Joanne pulled her chair around next to Denny, her thigh against his. "Was she all wet between her legs?" The conversation was getting her hotter than she had expected. It was great!
He nodded, not believing his ears.
"Have you fucked her yet?" Her pussy was oozing for a taste of the young boy's cock.
"She's a virgin," Denny admitted, wishing Karen had let him stick his cock in her last night.
"Are you a virgin too?" Joanne asked, hoping he was and dying to show, him all the excitement of sex.
He blushed and nodded. "Yes," he mumbled, the pressure of her thigh against him making him woozy.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Denny," she said. "We're all virgins at one time in our life." She rested her hand on his thigh. "Karen turn you down?"
"Yea." He frowned, tensing from her hand as it kneaded his leg, inching toward his crotch.
"What would you do if you had the chance to fuck someone?" she asked, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Hell," he said, his chest swelling. "I'd jump at the chance. Most of my friends have lost their virginity."
"I'll bet they all lost it to the same girl, huh?"
Denny looked surprised. "How did you know?" he asked incredulously.
"There's always one girl around who usually puts out for all the boys. When I was a kid, it was Marsha Gibb." She winked. "Who's your little hot-pantied whore?"
"Patti Towers," Denny said, thinking about all the times he had a chance to fuck her, but chickened out.
"How come you haven't fucked her yet?" she asked, rubbing his thigh, but keeping her fingers from the obvious bulge in his pants.
Denny decided to be truthful. "I chickened out at first. Now she won't let me."
Joanne was beside herself with joy. Denny was the perfect choice, shy, good looking with a strong desire to lose his cursed virginity. "Would you fuck her now, if you had the chance?"
"Shit, yeah," Denny said. "I tried, but God damn it, she just laughed. All she did was get me hot, then left."
"What if you had the chance to do it with someone else?"
"There isn't anyone else," he said. "Karen will let me feel her titties, and once in awhile go into her jeans, but Christ, she'll never let me fuck her."
Joanne picked his hand off the table and laid it on her thigh. "What about me?" she purred, his hand stiffening as it came in contact with her leg.
"You? But… but…" He couldn't express his thoughts. The idea was too fantastic for his young innocent mind to comprehend.
"Don't you think I'm pretty enough?" she teased. She held his trembling hand on her leg.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Benson. I… didn't mean…"
"Then, what do you mean, Denny?" she sighed, moving his hand under her robe, his hot palm touching the cool flesh of her thigh. "Am I too old?" She was having a ball and his hand was sending shivers up her spine.
"No," he protested. "You're perfect, but…"
"No buts about it," Joanne said. "I think you're a handsome young man and I'd bye making it with you."
He gazed at her, his hand on her leg. He didn't notice, from his nervousness, that he was massaging her flesh. "You teasing me like Patti did?" he asked suspiciously.
"I would never lead you on. I'll give you everything I have. I might tease you for a minute, but…" She winked. "You'll never be frustrated or disappointed."
She spread her slender legs and leaned back in the chair. "Touch my pussy and see how wet I am," she sighed.
Denny slipped his hand over her hot flesh, and his hand hesitated when he touched the hair of her cunt.
"Go on," she urged, shaking inside for him to finger her pussy. "Touch my cunt, Denny. Touch it."
Denny was entranced with the older woman's sexuality. His burning desire to touch her overwhelmed him and he put his hand on her cunt, feeling the heat exuding from her gash and the warm juice on his fingers. It was more thrilling than with Karen.
"Am I wetter than Karen?" Joanne asked, squirming her ass on the chair as she creamed his hand cupping her twat.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, afraid to move his hand. His eyes filled with passion and desire for this gorgeous woman.
"Finger-fuck me, Denny. Finger-fuck me." She placed her hand between her legs, the robe opening, exposing her flesh for his stare. She pushed his hand against her pussy, pushing his fingers to get him to bury one inside the aching void of her cunt. "Pleasssse, finger-fuck me."
Denny was crazed by the older woman's passion. Karen had never acted like this. It was always a big deal, a favor. Christ! Mrs. Benson really wanted him to touch her!
He pushed his finger into the heated wetness of her exposed pussy, gazing in awe at her bare thighs, her furry patch of pussy hair and her raw cunt meat, his finger hidden inside.
"Use all your fingers," Joanne moaned, rocking her hips against his hand and buried finger. "Use them all!"
Denny, not believing it possible, tried pushing the rest of his fingers into her hot eager snatch. To his surprise and delight, his fingers were swallowed up by her cunt. He pumped them in and out, captivated by the pulsing of her cunt against his squiggling fingers. "Jeez!" he groaned, using his fingertips against the soft walls of her wet oozing cunt.
Joanne moaned, trying to keep her wits about her. There were many things she wanted to do with this boy before giving into her passion and having his cock deep inside her pussy. She pulled at her robe, opening it completely and exposing her body to his wide-eyed stare. "Squeeze my tits," she moaned. "Squeeze my tits."
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, gaping at her abundantly large tits. Karen's were nice, but, Christ, Mrs. Benson's tits were mountains! He grabbed one of her tits with his free hand, not giving up her cunt. He massaged the soft jiggling flesh as she squirmed under his manipulations.
"Let me stand up," she moaned.
Denny pulled his hand out of her pussy, his fingers coated with warm sticky pussy juice. He stared at them, blinking.
Joanne saw his wonder. "It's the juice that greases your prick when you're fucking me. Makes it easy. You can wipe it off on my robe."
The strong tangy aroma from her cunt juice filled his head. He wanted to lick it, taste it, but was afraid she would disapprove at this crucial moment and change her mind.
Joanne stood and stepped beside him, shaking as she pressed his head to her flat warm belly. "Oh, Denny! You're getting me all hot and horny." She ran her hand through his curly brown hair. "Finger me again, Denny. My pussy is aching for you."
"Yes, Mrs. Benson," he groaned, his prick throbbing for her. His fingers slipped easily into her hot juice-laden cunt. The odor from her pussy, so close to his face, was driving him wild.
"You getting hot?" Joanne asked as she screwed her pussy down on his persistent fingers.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Benson," he groaned. "My cock is killing me." He squirmed uncomfortably in the chair, his dick driving him mad to put it inside Mrs. Benson's body.
"I'll take care of it real soon, Denny," she promised as she humped his penetrating fingers. "Real soon."
He held her tight, his other hand around her waist, drawing her closer, her womanly scent making his mind whirl in delirium. "Oh, Mrs. Benson," he cried, unable to hold himself back and remain passive. "Please let me fuck you! Please!"
Joanne stepped back, his fingers coming out of her hot gripping cunt. She glared at him, her own passion mounting to the boiling point. She bit her lips, getting control of herself. She wanted his cock, but she denied herself the luxury, wanting it to last and wanting to torment the boy and herself at the same time.
"You can fuck me later, Denny," she sighed, fighting the urge to drop to the floor and let the boy ravage her body. "I want to play around first. You do as I say and I promise, it won't be long. Okay?"
He nodded, leering longingly at her naked figure. Christ! I almost blew it! he thought. "I'll do anything you say, Mrs. Benson," he said. "Honest."
She came back into his open arms. "I believe you, Denny. Now, finger-fuck me again and put your other finger in my ass."
Surprise caught him again. She told him to finger her ass! His mind was fogged as he obeyed the experienced woman who pulled all his strings. Fingering her ass seemed strange, but his cock throbbed at the idea. He caressed her ass cheek, sweeping his way to her crack.
"Grease them in my pussy first," she groaned, loving the idea of having a sex slave for the morning.
"Yes," he moaned, his voice hollow as if he were in a hypnotic trance. He slipped his hand between her legs, greasing his fingers in the hot juices that flowed from her cunt. He slipped his fingers up to her crack and plunged two fingers into her asshole.
"Iiieeeeee!" she wailed, squiggling and jerking on Denny's fingers as he finger-fucked her hot bubbling pussy and tight asshole. "I love it, Denny! Go faster! Faster!"
Denny obeyed as if he were possessed. He plunged and jammed his fingers into her body, his head pressed against her belly. He began licking her skin, kissing and sucking the soft flesh as if he had lost his mind. He slobbered, his spittle running down her belly. "Un! Un! Un!" he grunted, like a crazed animal.
"Ohhh, Denny!" Joanne cried out in joy. "You're driving me wild." Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled. As she swayed her head from side to side, she saw a movement in her backyard and knew the detective was there. It added spice to her body being invaded by the boy's jabbing fingers.
"Stop! Stop!" she sobbed, squirming away from his hands. She gasped ragged sighs, her eyes fluttering. "I want to go upstairs." She offered the hypnotized boy her hand and led him out of the kitchen. She giggled to herself, wondering how the snoopy detective was going to get pictures of her on the second floor. She shrugged. He had enough pictures of her.
In her room, she closed the door and strolled to the bed. "Take off your clothes, Denny. I want to see your cock." She lay down on the bed and spread her legs, waiting for the anxious boy to strip. Her heart was pounding and she prayed she had the will power to hold off from fucking him until he had satisfied her every whim.
Denny tore at his clothes, his mind spinning with the beauty of his neighbor lying on the bed naked, her pussy waiting for him to fill it with his cock. Once he stripped, he started for the bed.
"Wait," she said, holding up her hand. "Let me look at you first." She gulped. His cock was man-size and hard. She heaved a shivery sigh, craving his prick.
"Turn around," she said, denying herself the boy and his long virgin prick. "I want to see every inch of you."
Shaking as he stood there, but too hot to be shy or embarrassed, Denny turned slowly, letting Mrs. Benson leer at his ass and cock.
"Can I fuck you now?" he asked, after making a complete turn.
"Don't you want to lick my pussy first?" she asked coyly, hoping she wouldn't have to order him to suck out her twat.
"You don't mind?" He was out of his mind with joy.
"I'm looking forward to it. I want you to suck me until I cum all over your face."
Denny, in his innocence, wasn't sure what that entailed. He was willing to do it just for the sake of tasting the hot inviting cunt between her lush creamy thighs. "I'll suck you until you tell me to stop," he said, then climbed on the bed between her lush thighs.
"Oooowww, you're such a good boy." She put her hand down on her cunt, parting the puffy drooling lips, exhibiting her pussy to his curious eyes. "I want you to lick all inside too," she added. "The same way you did it with your fingers."
Denny's eyes filmed with lust as he gazed with adoration at her beautiful snatch. "When?"
"Now, Denny! Now!"
Denny was already between her outstretched thighs, his tongue slapping on her sticky thighs. He accustomed himself to the tangy taste and heady aroma, working up her thigh to her red glistening pussy lips.
"Oh, God, Denny," Joanne moaned, squirming on the bed, her passion raging in her pussy, her mind losing the battle to her passion. "Suck me! Suck meeee!" She was sobbing, humping her cunt at the inexperienced boy.
Dizzy with lust, the erotic scent turning his mind to mush, Denny parted his lips and clamped his mouth on her pussy, sucking the loose velvety cuntlips into his mouth. He sucked as her whimpering cries added to his desire. Juice gushed into his mouth from her gaping hale. He gulped down the delicious liquid, his tongue fluttering and sweeping into her pussy.
"Tongue-fuck me!" she wailed, delirious with passion. "Tongue my hot wet pussy!"
Mrs. Benson's street talk fired the flames in his balls. His cock throbbed and his body was two strokes away from creaming all over the bedspread. He wallowed in her oozing pussy, drinking and slurping her pussy juice.
"Ummmmmm," Joanne moaned, her head lolling from side to side. Her tits swayed on her chest as she thrashed beneath his sucking mouth. "SUCK!" She bucked on his face, mashing her clit into his teeth. "Finger my asshole!"
Denny, his face drenched in pussy juice, slipped his hands underneath her squiggling ass and searched for her crack while his tongue reamed out her oozing gash. Kneading her warm supple ass flesh, he worked over her cheeks and teased her tight butt hole.
"Fingerrrrr meeee!" she sobbed, bucking and humping on the bed. She clawed the bedspread, needing his fingers in her ass when she creamed his face with her orgasmic juices. "Fingerrrr meeee!"
Her screams brought his blood to the boiling point. He plugged his fingers into her dry tight ass, scraping the clinging walls as he slurped and licked her seeping twat.
"Yessssss!" she shrieked as his fingers dug into the sensitive ass canal. She humped his face, screwing her pussy into his mouth, her body being caught up in the passion she had held in check. With her ass filled with fingers and his mouth on her pussy, she gave herself free rein, welcoming her rapidly approaching climax.
"I'm going to cum!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh, my fuckin' Christ!" She felt it take hold deep in her cunt, a fireball of passion that swept through her body.
Denny heard her words and didn't believe it. She was actually going to cum! The idea of her cuming on his face blew the young boy's mind. He held his mouth against her snatch, ready for anything that might happen, his tongue snaking into her contracting pussy, his fingers imbedded in her ass.
"I'm coming!" Joanne screamed, not believing the tremendous power being released from her body. "Ohhhhhh! Holy shit!" She bucked on his face, banging her clit into his teeth. The friction of her bare clit mashing into the hard surface of his teeth sent jolts of excruciating pleasure through her pussy.
Denny was in ecstasy as the frothy cum gushed from her pussy, over his clinging lips, and down his chin. He almost drowned in the river of juice as it flowed freely from her pussy. Though gagging and gasping for air, be didn't quit. He held his mouth in position, taking the punishment of her humping pussy with pleasure.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted. She worked her clit against his teeth, rocking and wriggling on the bed as her orgasm refused to release her. His fingers in her ass was tormenting her and the boy's tongue was keeping her cuming, but with not enough force to take her over the crest.
She became a crazed animal, banging and slamming her body at him in reckless abandonment, attempting to take that one last step into heavenly bliss. Harder and harder, she tried, sobbing hysterically at her wasted effort.
Denny sensed the beautiful woman's dilemma. As if by a sixth sense, he sucked her clit between his lips and began chewing on it. It was what the hysterical housewife needed.
"Ooohhh! Ooooo!" Her voice reached a high pitch, capable of shattering the windows as her orgasm exploded, sending her on a wild turbulent ride into limbo. She convulsed on his face, almost smothering him with her pussy as he chewed delicately on her elk, moving his head at a pace that drove her to the brink of insanity.
Denny seemed to know what he did was right. His chest swelled with pride, his own passion abated for the moment as he pleased the woman of his dreams. He flashed his tongue across the throbbing clit, sending Joanne off on another wild orgasmic ride.
"Aaaayyyiieee!" she screamed, bouncing op and down on the bed, her tits jiggling, her urns slapping crazily, and her legs gripping Denny's neck. She came in a rapid flutter. It knew no limit or bounds as it seized her in its thunderous grip. She arched up off the bed and let out a moan as her climax wreaked havoc on her body.
She fell back, her orgasm dissipated, her body suspended between two worlds – the world of the living and hot frantic world she just left.
Catching her breath, she lay there, the insistent sucking and chewing on her clit not allowing her to return to normalcy. "Stop," she sobbed, her lower body in constant spasm. "Stop!"
Denny released her clit, his face soaked, pussy cum all over his lips. He pulled his fingers from her ass and rested his head on her soft warm thigh, embarrassed for her to see him. His cock was throbbing now, her satisfaction delivered, his pending. He lay there, afraid to speak, afraid that with her passion gone, her promise of letting him fuck her would also vanish.