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.
Kathy liked the private, intimate setting. The back yard was completely fenced in and hedged in. A person could freely sunbathe nude out here, Kathy mused with a smile.
"Why the mischievous smile?" Fred Chapman asked. "What were you thinking?"
"You're very perceptive," Kathy said. "But it's nothing to talk about."
"Let me be the judge of that," Fred said. "Come on now, out with it."
"I'd rather not."
"Out with it," Fred Chapman said. "I'll hold you hostage until you tell me."
"I was simply thinking that this back yard is perfectly private, the kind of back yard I'd like to have."
"And? What else?"
"And that one could sunbathe out here in complete privacy."
"By that you mean in the nude," Fred Chapman said.
Kathy flushed. "Well, yes!"
"I do it all the time," Fred Chapman said. "In fact, every evening after work I sunbathe out here in the nude, at least when the sun is high like this in summer."
"Oh," Kathy said, stunned by the man's bold admission.
"Of course, I only do it when Lois isn't home. She would be scandalized. But then, Lois is never home. I see her about two minutes a week-awake, anyway. We sleep in the same bed, but she never spends a moment in bed that she isn't sleeping. She's a very efficient work machine, my Lois. Work is her life. To relax as we're doing, even for five minutes, would kill her. She couldn't do it. She considers everything but work a complete waste of time. And I mean everything."
"I see," Kathy said.
Fred finished his drink and poured himself another one out of the pitcher. He topped off Kathy's glass too.
"I can't tell you how nice it is to come home from work and share a drink with you, Mrs. Finn. Tell me about your husband."
"He likes to work, read the newspaper, and go bowling," Kathy said. "He also likes to eat. He used to be an athlete, a football player. Now he has trouble hauling himself up a flight of stairs."
"One must exercise regularly to stay fit," said Fred Chapman. He whacked his flat abdomen, which was solid as a rock. "I work out at the spa. And when I sunbathe out here I do a few gymnastic exercises."
He set down his glass, walked out onto the grass, and sprang into a handstand.
Kathy was amazed.
In his inverted position, Fred smile at her, his face flushed with blood, then started doing handstand press-ups. After ten press-ups, he sprang back to his feet.
Kathy clapped, laughing.
"Thank you," Fred said, taking a bow. He looked slightly drunk – about as drunk as Kathy felt. "Now, my dear, would you care to join me in some sunbathing?"
He snatched a large beach blanket off the patio table and spread it on the grass in the sunshine.
"Well, I don't know," Kathy said, shocked as the man peeled off his swim trunks with his back to her and flopped face-down onto the blanket.
"Feels wonderful," Fred Chapman said. "Of course, I'm not going to force you if you'd rather not."
He laid his head on his forearms as if he was going to doze off.
Kathy gulped down the rest of her drink, her eyes on Fred Chapman's muscled body. The alcohol made her feel reckless. Standing, she reached up under her skirt and peeled off her panties. They were moist in the crotch, and she realized her pussy was already getting greasy between the lips. Her dress came off over her head and her tits jiggled free in the sunshine. A moment later she was lying beside Fred Chapman on the blanket, her heart pounding madly.
He turned his head and looked at her. "Welcome to my private sunbathing spot, Mrs. Finn. Do you mind if I call you Kathy?"
"Go right ahead," Kathy said.
"And please call me Fred," the man said. He flipped over onto his back, and Kathy immediately saw his massive, throbbing erection. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if to shadow them from the sun.
Kathy was trembling. The man's cock, though nowhere near as large as the cock of his son, was nevertheless huge. It was also uncut, and bulging with veins. His hairy balls resembled the balls of a bull. He spread his legs wider. His balls moved restlessly in their sac and his cock throbbed rhythmically against his abdomen, the head of it pecking at his navel.
Kathy felt daring.
"You want a blowjob?" she asked. The words flew from her mouth without a moment's thought or hesitation, set free by the alcohol in her blood. The moment she said, them, she felt like jumping up and running away.
"I'd love one," Fred Chapman said, and Kathy couldn't believe her ears.
She crawled between his legs. Her cunt throbbed, its soreness miraculously gone. She lay on her belly between his legs and began to lick his balls. They tasted musky and sweaty and their scent made her drunker than the alcohol had.
"You have such big balls," she said. "I love big, hairy balls."
Fred uncovered his eyes and looked down at her. He stroked her head. "You're my kind of woman, Kathy Finn."
He bent his cock up, away from his belly, and rubbed its lube-slick knob on her face. His foreskin was peeled back, and his naked cockhead glowed, searing Kathy's cheeks and nose. She groaned, nuzzling his cock up and down, nibbling it with her lips, lapping it with her dripping tongue.
"And I love cock!" she growled. "A big horny prick!"
She took the man's cock away from him and went down on it, devouring it all the way to his balls. He had eight, thick inches, but after deepthroating Randy's eleven inches Kathy easily took Fred's eight.
Fred arched up, grinding his cock in her throat, his two hands stroking her head. "Oh, baby, you know how to suck! Where have you been all my life, darling? Mmmmm, suck that cock!"
Kathy bobbed her head, her lips smacking up and down the length of the man's cock, her tongue twirling wetly at the underside of his prick-knob. His cockhead had a sweet, mild flavor, nothing like the raunchy-tasting cockhead of his son, and Kathy delighted in sucking on it. Her knob-work drove the man crazy. He arched up, gasping, his prick throbbing and bucking as if it was going to jump out of Kathy's mouth and hit the ceiling.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh! Blow it, you hot-mouthed bitch! Man, I ain't never had a blowjob like this!" He let her suck for a few more seconds, then pulled her mouth off his cock. "If you don't go easy I'm gonna explode! Get up over me and I'll lick your pussy! We'll sixty-nine!"
Facing the man's feet, Kathy straddled him and shoved her ass in his face. He growled like a hungry dog, wrapping his arms around her voluptuous ass and crushing her cunt to his mouth. His nose rubbed in her asscrack, nuzzling her asshole. He inhaled deeply, getting high on her female aroma.
"I'd rather eat bitch ass than any food in the world," he said.
He spread her asscheeks, spread her cuntlips, and with lusting moans began slurping up and down her asscrack and cuntslit, cleaning out her tasty female clefts, eating out her asshole and pussy. His cock flopped round on his belly like a fish out of water, and Kathy fell forward, grabbing it and going down on it.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" he groaned. "Suck it!" Kathy's ass throbbed. Each flick of the man's tongue at her tender clefts sent itchy, elastic tingles up her asshole and through her cunt. She sucked cock to the rhythm of the sensations pulsing through her loins and it felt as if her own sucking was causing the feelings in her body. An electric sex-current flowed through the two of them, their coupled bodies forming a closed pleasure-circuit.
"Mmmmm, pussy!" the man moaned, the tongue slurping nonstop, Kathy's fuck juices running into his mouth. "Hot, juicy bitch!"
He rubbed his nose in her cunt, nibbled on her clit, licked her asshole and worked his tongue up into it.
"Eat it!" Kathy growled, grinding her ass in the man's mouth. She tickled and massaged and scratched his nuts. She shoved a hand down between his asscheeks and worked a finger up his asshole. As she blew him, her head bobbing, her lips smacking, she fingerfucked his tight, burning shithole.
"You know all the tricks, don't you, baby?" Fred plastered his mouth to Kathy's cunt, sliding his tongue up into her, rubbing his nose at her crotch. At the same time, he twisted a finger up her asshole, fingerfucking her just as she was finger fucking him.
Kathy saw stars. She groaned deliriously. She sucked hard for the man's cum, her tongue churning at his pleasure-strand, her finger sliding in and out of his clutching shithole. She felt the meaty knot in his asshole swelling up, enlarging as his orgasm neared.
Fred Chapman squirmed, his toes clutching, his cock grinding in Kathy's mouth. He shoved has nose and tongue so deep between her cuntlips that Kathy thought his head would be sliding into her next. His finger twisted in her asshole, buried in her to the hilt. She wiggled her ass in his face, cunt-fucking his mouth, ass-fucking his finger. He began to tremble, to shudder, and his cock swelled in Kathy's mouth. The flesh knot in his asshole ballooned and contracted.
"Ughhhhhh!" he grunted. "Aghhhhh!" He arched up, driving his cock down Kathy's throat and gagging her as his jism erupted. Kathy's throat and mouth filled in seconds, and cum ran out onto the man's contracting balls. Kathy swallowed, gulping as much cum as she could manage. Her body tingled in every turgid cell. Her ass and tits swelled. Her clit squirmed against the man's sliding tongue. As he licked out her pussy and finger-reamed her asshole, she went into ecstasy. Her body jerked with sexual electricity and she writhed against the muscular body of the man under her.
Fred spurted and Kathy swallowed. Kathy spasmed and Fred guzzled down the tart fuck juices that dribbled from her clutching, shuddering cunt. Both his toes and her toes curled in unison as the ecstasy swept through their bodies in rhythmic surges. They ate each other until every orgasmic twinge had passed from their inflamed fuck-organs. Then Fred rolled Kathy off himself onto the sun-warmed blanket.
He kissed her ass.
"Baby, you make me feel so good," he said. "I can make you feel even better," Kathy said.