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!"
Kathy had no trouble accommodating the eight-inch prick. As the tip of it tickled her gullet, she buried her nose in the man's pubic hair, rubbed her chin between the man's fat, spunk-filled balls. He rocked his loins, sliding his cock easily in and out of her mouth and throat.
"What a mouth!" he groaned.
Kathy smacked her lips, sucking, drooling spit down his balls. Spit dripped from his cock-shaft with each out-stroke. Kathy reached up, gently squeezing his nuts, trying to get the cum-flow started. She almost succeeded.
"Not yet," Fred Chapman said.
He eased his cock out of Kathy's mouth and let it throb in the air to cool off. Kathy's spit dripped from it like sugar syrup. Kathy reached for his cock and Fred stepped back, not allowing her to touch it.
"Careful," he said, "or you'll end up with a faceful of cum."
"Sounds all right to me," Kathy said. "I'd love to have you shoot it all over my face and tits."
"And I'd love to cream all over you, but I'm not ready to unload yet."
Kathy squeezed her legs together.
"I am," she said. "I'm so fucking horny!"
"I love a horny bitch," Fred said.
Kneeling in front of the chaise, he grabbed Kathy's feet and sucked her toes. His wet tongue slithered between all her toes, lapped up and down her soles.
As he gnawed and sucked her toes, his cock, jutting up between his legs, pulsed and wiggled with excitement. Watching the big man-cock dance sent shivers through Kathy. She pulled her spit-wet feet out of Fred's hands and caught his cock between them. Her slippery toes slid up and down, masturbating him. Her toes tickled his balls. His fuck-lube bubbled out, dribbling onto her toes and insteps.
"Jesus God!" he gasped. "You're gonna make me come if you keep that up!"
"Cream my toes," Kathy said, turned on by the feel of the hard, hot, veiny prick sliding and throbbing between her feet.
Fred pulled away, holding his breath, gripping his cock by the base as it swelled and quivered, dangerously close to orgasm.
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet, baby!" Kathy watched, fascinated, frustrated, delighted. She loved watching the man struggle with his need to come and his desire to prolong his pleasure. It was a feat of control Otto was absolutely incapable of performing or even understanding.
"Spread your legs," Fred said. "My turn to eat you."
Kathy let her legs part. The aroma of smoldering pussy filled the air. She slid down farther on the chaise, resting her ass where her calves had rested and spreading her legs wider, performing a near full-split. Fred shoved his head between her legs, sniffing her cunt, letting his tongue hang out and drip.
Kathy's toes clutched at the patio brick. She shoved her crotch in the man's face. "Mmmmm, eat me!"
Fred spread her pussylips with his thumbs. His tongue flicked up and down the moist edges of her lust-inflamed pussy. He kissed and nibbled her clit, sucked her clit.
Kathy arched up, her eyes rolling back ecstatically. She grabbed her tits, squeezing rhythmically. "Ohhh, Fred, suck my clit! Eat my pussy!"
"Beautiful baby!" Fred muttered, rubbing his nose up and down Kathy's crotch-furrow, kissing the red-hot fuckmeat with loud smacks of his lips. "Gorgeous candy-cunt!"
Kathy's pussy-honey dripped from the man's nose. He slurped loudly, licking from one end of Kathy's cunt-gash to the other, his tongue flapping like that of a dog. He drilled his tongue up her pussy, licking her out deep, probing the fluffy, juicy crevices and folds of her throbbing fuck-chamber.
Kathy could hardly stand the stimulation. She writhed on the chaise, gasping, humping, squeezing her tits with each rush of contractions in her loins. She forced her tits up, craned her head down, and lapped at her hot, tingling cherries. Her tits were big enough that she was able to suck on her own nipples.
The man pulled his tongue out of her, replacing it with his thumb. He licked down, over Kathy's bottom, down into her asscrack.
"Lift up!" he panted, and Kathy went up on her toes, raising her ass off the chaise so Fred Chapman could lick out her ass-cleft and suck her asshole.
"Oh God, I love that!" Kathy moaned. Her asshole was still tender from Randy's eleven inch assault last night, and Fred's tongue felt soothing as it twisted up into her asshole and probed her deep. "Lick out my asshole! Oh God, yes!"
Fred twisted his thumb in her cunt and wiggled his tongue in her asshole. Pussycream dribbled out around his fucking thumb and ran onto his nose. He pulled his tongue from her asshole, pulled his thumb from her cunt and licked her crotch clean. Then he sucked his thumb clean and wiped the pussyjuice off his face. He smiled at her.
Kathy was panting, her tits rising and falling wildly. Her entire body was flushed with lust.
"Oh, Fred, I was so close!"
"That's why I stopped eating you," he said.
"The longer you hold off, the better it feels when you do come. I want your orgasm to knock your head off. I wanna see you go out of your mind when you come!"
"I always go out of my mind when I come," Kathy said.
Fred laughed. "I can't argue with that." He slid up the chaise and lowered himself on top of her, rubbing his hard cock against her stomach as he kissed her like his son, Fred Chapman loved to kiss. Kathy sucked his tongue, feeling his cock throb powerfully against her belly. She rubbed up against him, fucking his cock with her silky-smooth skin.
Fred jerked up off her. "Jesus Christ, you almost brought me off again! What a woman!"
"What a man!" Kathy cried. "I don't know about you, Fred, but I can't take much more of this! My pussy's gonna short-circuit and blow out if I don't come pretty soon!"
"Now do you think my cock feels, lady? Come on." He pulled her up off the chaise, led her off the patio and onto the grass.
The sunshine felt even warmer off the patio. The grass was soft as Fred pushed Kathy to her hands and knees. Kathy arched her back and turned up her ass, watching over her shoulder as he got down behind her to mount her.
"I love it this way," she said. Otto always fucked her – if fucking was the right word for what Otto did – in the missionary position, her on her back, him on top of her. Never once had Otto tried to mount her from behind, even though she'd suggested on a few occasions that they try something different, a different position. Otto thought she was nuts.
"I love it from behind, like the animals do it," she said to Fred Chapman.
"This is my favorite way too," Fred said. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her cuntslit, spreading butter-slick pussycream up into her asscrack, getting his cock slippery with cocklube and pussyjuices. "I especially like giving it to a woman up the ass!"
"Oh?"
"How'd you like to try it? You told me yesterday you'd never tried it in the ass before. How about now?"
"I don't know," Kathy said, pretending to be slightly unnerved by the idea. She couldn't very well tell Fred that she'd lost her anal virginity last evening at the hands of his randy teenage son.
"You'll love it," Fred said, rubbing his burning jug prickhead against Kathy's asshole and making her squirm with desire.
"Go easy," Kathy said. "I want it, but go easy."
Fred smiled. "You're gonna love this, girl." Slowly – too slowly for Kathy – the man started easing his cock into her asshole. She wiggled her naked ass, her asshole itching with need. She wanted to be rammed.
"Oh, Fred, I can't stand waiting! Shave it in!"
"You asked for it," Fred said. With a smooth thrust, he buried all eight inches of his veiny cock up Kathy's asshole.
"Ohhhh, Fred!" Kathy quivered from scalp to toes. "I love it!" She rotated her ass. "Give it to me, baby!"
Fred was groaning. His cock squirmed and bucked inside her. He started to fuck, to smack his belly against her wiggling ass. "Mmm, baby, you love cock, don't you? You love a big, hot prick up your asshole! I never saw a woman take it so easy up the ass the first time! Mmmmm, I love to fuck your ass!"
Kathy loved getting her asshole fucked. She banged her ass back against the man's slamming loins, fucked him as intensely as he was fucking her. His big hot cock screwed in and out of her like a fat, slippery snake. Though her asshole was tight, his cock slipped in and out easily. Randy's eleven-incher had reamed her out so well that Fred's eight inches gave her no pain. Even as his cock had gone in, she'd felt nothing but pleasure. Now, each thrust of his cock sent electricity sizzling up her asshole, up her spine, through her cunt, down her legs to her toes. She didn't even need to masturbate to feel the gnawing pleasure in her cunt as well as her asshole.
Fred grunted, fucking faster, plunging his cock to the hilt up Kathy's asshole.
"I never fucked a woman's asshole this hard," he said. "How can you take it?"
"Harder!" Kathy muttered, her teeth clenched. "Oh, baby, give it to me! Make me feel it! Ram my asshole, baby!"
"Jesus Christ!" Fred Chapman gasped. His hands tightened on her hips. His loins swung, jolting Kathy's ass so hard her head snapped back. "Aw, man, I ain't never fucked like this!"
"Fuck meeee!" Kathy whined, the pleasure surging through her body. Pussycream dribbled down her legs from her wildly contracting cunt. Her tits flapped, her nipples pulsating and tingling. She felt the fuck tension mounting to a head in her loins. "I'm gonna come!"
Fred Chapman fucked in a frenzy, pistoning his cock in Kathy's manhole. "Jesus, I'm gonna come too!"
"I'm coming!" Kathy gasped, her loins exploding, her body melting as the spasms swept through it. "Ohhhh Goddd!"
Fred Chapman came up her asshole, shooting scalding jism into her guts.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Baaaaaaby!"
"Shoot it up my ass!" Kathy moaned. "Make it shoot out my mouth!"
The man collapsed over her, panting and spurting. He rubbed his chest to her upper back, rubbed his belly against her ass, churned his jism-spitting cock inside her, in her asshole. He gnawed her neck, chewed on her ear, growling with pleasure as his body jerked and shuddered. Kathy shivered with goosebumps, melted with hot flashes, cooed and moaned and whimpered as the spasms of fuck-pleasure shook her entire body.
"Oh, Fred, oh darling, this is it!"
Fred hugged her around the loins, grinding his belly against her ass, grinding his pulsing cock in her asshole. He held her until he'd squeezed out every drop of pleasure and jism, then let her go and slid off her back, collapsing on his back beside her. Kathy fell on him, kissing him, rubbing her tits against his chest. He crushed her in his arms, moaning as loudly as she was.
"Nice," a voice said, and Kathy and Fred rolled apart as if they'd been shot at. They stared in horror toward the patio doorway, where the owner of the voice was standing.
Randy Chapman stood in the doorway, his skateboard under his arm, his cutoffs tented out hugely at the crotch.
"Real nice," he said, smirking at them. "I saw it all."