After Roy left, Monica was surprised to find that it was only noon. A long day stretched ahead of her, and she didn't know how she was going to spend it. She began by taking another long shower. Then she dressed in shorts and halter and started giving the apartment a thorough cleaning.
Not that the place needed it. Mark had had it professionally cleaned just last week. But it gave her something to do. She knew if she just sat around, she'd soon be horny again. She was quickly discovering that the more sex she got, the more she wanted. She wondered if there was any limit to her desires. So far she hadn't found one.
In spite of her efforts to keep busy, the hours dragged, and it wasn't long before she started having sexy fantasies. She dusted, and vacuumed and mopped without realizing what she was doing, her mind far away. She imagined herself on a tropical beach, naked in the sun, getting it on with some handsome stranger. Her pussy swelled and creamed and heated.
"Cut it out, Monica," she scolded herself, "you really don't need this."
She didn't need to get horny when she had no man around. Oh, she could have called Roy again. He'd be more than willing to take care of any sexual needs she had. But she'd laid down a few rules for herself, and one was not to get involved with the men she fucked. It just wasn't a good idea. And with Roy living right in the same building, it could get messy.
So, much as she hungered for his massive hard cock, she kept herself away from the phone. She wished, she could control her thoughts as well as she controlled her hands.
She kept drifting back into lusty fantasies where she fucked all kinds of guys in exotic situations. Pretty soon she was so horny, she could have screamed with frustration.
Well, at least all those long virginal years had taught her something about dealing with horniness. She could still get off by using her own fingers. She decided it would be a good idea. Maybe if she satisfied her burning lust she could think about something else for a change. She flopped down on the couch and reached down inside her shorts and panties. Her pussy was boiling, feverishly hot.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she sighed, rubbing herself.
She massaged the lust-engorged folds of her slit, and it felt delicious. Of course she'd rather have had a man doing it to her, but this was pretty good. Long years of practice had made her an expert at masturbating. She caught the slick bud of her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. Hot stabs of pleasure sparked through her pussy.
"Unnhhhh, yeah, that's it," she moaned.
This was her favorite way to get off and it would be just a matter of minutes before she reached that big pleasure-blast she so urgently needed. She closed her eyes and thought of nothing but the wonderful sensations radiating from her clit as she kneaded it. The pleasure built and built in her pussy till she was teetering on the brink of climax.
Just one or two more squeezes of her wildly pulsating joy button, and she'd come. But before she could do it, the doorbell rang.
"Shit," Monica moaned.
Of course she didn't have to answer it. She could just go on playing with herself and get that orgasm she needed so badly. She was really tempted to do that. On the other hand, her caller might be a man. That possibility was too good to pass up. Sighing, she drew her cream soaked fingers out of her shorts, got up, and walked to the door.
She could barely contain her disappointment when she opened it and found a little kid standing there. At least he looked like a little kid at first glance. He was just a little shorter than Monica, a young teenager, his body just starting to change from childlike to masculine. He stared at Monica, his eyes wide and wondering.
"Hey, doesn't Mr. Harrison live here any more?" he asked.
"Yes, he does," Monica replied. "I'm his wife."
"I didn't know he was married," the boy replied.
"It just happened yesterday," Monica smiled. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, I'm Tommy, your paperboy," he said. "I'm here to collect."
"Of course, Tommy," Monica said, "please come in and I'll write you a check."
Tommy seemed to be having trouble controlling his eyes. They wouldn't stay off Monica's tits. She was wearing a very skimpy halter and no bra, her breasts bulging around the sides of the little garment and bouncing as she moved. The way he was gawking at her tits made her realize that he was no child. He was a horny teenager and that was a whole other situation.
He was a cute kid, too, with nice features and blond hair bleached almost white by the sun. He had a nice firm body, neat little ass in skin-tight jeans, tan face and arms. Monica felt the hot aching need in her pussy and looked at Tommy with new interest.
"How much is it, Tommy?" she asked, getting out her checkbook.
It took him a moment to answer, he was so absorbed in watching her tits bounce. As she wrote out the check, Monica was thinking fast. Could she really do something this outrageous? Could she seduce the paperboy? From the way he was gawking at her, she knew he'd be easy. All she had to do was take the first step.
And why not? What difference did age make? If they both wanted and needed each other, what else mattered? She signed the check and handed it to him, brushing his fingers with hers, and he gave a lusty shiver. He wanted her, all right. As he looked down to put away the check and write her receipt, she quickly removed her halter. When he looked up again, he was stating at her naked tits. His eyes got huge.
"I noticed you were staring at my tits, Tommy," she said, "so I thought you might like to see everything."
"Oh, gosh, Mrs. Harrison," he cried, turning red as a beet, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"Oh, that's all right, Tommy," she purred, "and please call me Monica. Would you like to touch my tits?"
Without waiting for him to answer, she took his hands and placed them on her naked tits.
He moaned as he felt the hot silky flesh. She rubbed his palms all over her swollen thrusting breasts and watched the fly of his jeans go sharply tented with an uncontrollable hard-on. Yes, this was no little kid. He had all the instincts of a lusty adult male.
She let go of his hands and let him play with her tits. Panting, flushed, he squeezed and explored the big hot melons. Her nipples responded to the stimulus, going long and rigid, poking into his palms. The crotch of his jeans looked ready to burst from the pressure of his swollen cock and engorged nut sacs. Monica shivered with excitement.
"So you've never done anything with a girl before?" she went on.
"Right," he said, blushing even harder, "but I'd sure be willing to learn."
"I can see that," Monica smiled. "I think I can probably teach you what you need to know. Why don't we go in the bedroom and be more comfortable?"
"Oh wow, all right," Tommy cried.
He walked gingerly down the hall, his achingly engorged cock crowding his jeans. But when they got to the bedroom Monica quickly got rid of his discomfort. She tugged off his t-shirt, then dropped to her knees before him and helped him out of his shoes and socks. Then she unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. His jockey shorts were the last barrier, and she made quick work of them.
After helping him step out of his clothes, she remained kneeling there, her eyes on a level with his belly-hugging cock-stand. His prick looked delicious to her, firm and blue-veined and drooling. She just couldn't resist getting a taste of it. She stuck out her tongue and began licking his meat, and he groaned and shivered. She swirled her hot juicy tongue all over the sensitive taut skin of his prick.
"Oh, wow, Monica, that feels great," he sighed.
"I'll make it even better," she promised huskily.
She fisted his rigid prick and drew it gently toward her lips, drooling as she watched the thick cream welling up in his piss hole. She inserted the juicing head of his cock into her hot juicy mouth and began to suck. Tommy almost flew through the ceiling.
"Ohhhh, shit, yeah," he cried, then quickly added, "Excuse me for swearing."
"You say whatever you like, Tommy," Monica answered soothingly. "When a guy's excited, he can't be responsible for his language."
She popped his prick back into her mouth and sucked it greedily, making an obscene slurping noise that echoed through the room. Tommy groaned in ecstasy as she suctioned the hot cream from his piss hole and swallowed it. She didn't hide her hunger for his meat. She gulped down his juice as fast as she could get it. The overexcited boy didn't realized how fast he was hurtling toward orgasm.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck," he groaned, "you're getting me so hot, Monica."
He spun out of control and started fucking her mouth. Monica gurgled with excitement, knowing that in just a few seconds she was going to get a whole mouthful of his delicious cream. She sucked hard, matching his hungry rhythm, squeezing his pistoning cock between her tongue and cheeks. One more strong greedy suck and he was coming.
"Awwwww, Christ, awwwww!" he bawled. "Mmmmm, uummmm!" Monica moaned. He was filling her mouth with his hot salty cream, and she let it collect, savoring it, till her cheeks bulged with it. Then she gulped down the steaming load, just in time to get another. The horny teenager felt like he'd shot gallons of the stuff before he finally staggered backwards, his cock slipping from her lips. Then he came back to the real world.
"Oh, wow, Monica, I'm sorry I came so fast," he said, blushing hotly. "We hardly got to do anything."
"Don't worry, Tommy," she smiled, "that was just for openers. Let's go over to the bed and have some more fun, okay?"
"Okay!" he cried.
Before sliding onto the bed beside him, Monica quickly removed her shorts and panties. Tommy gawked at her neat little dark bush. He'd seen a few photos of naked women, but Monica seemed so much more beautiful and exciting. Her body was just fantastic, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her as she lay down and reached, for him.
"Let's start with a lesson in kissing," she smiled.
Tommy didn't mind this kind of schoolwork. She pressed her mouth onto his, then wriggled her tongue between his lips. As her wicked little tongue explored his mouth, he shivered lustily, and his tireless teenaged cock mushroomed into stiffness. Monica also gave a lusty shiver when she felt the hard cock meat poking against her belly.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," she murmured.
She went on with the sensuous steamy tongue-kiss, and Tommy's prick throbbed violently against her belly and began to leak hot sticky cream. She could hardly wait to get that rigid slab of meat into her horny little cunt, yet she didn't want to rush the boy's first experience with sex. It could be very helpful to him later if he learned just how to turn women on.
She kissed him till he was thrusting his hips against her in a helpless fucking motion, then drew back and said, "Now you try kissing me, Tommy."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he sighed.
He was a very fast learner. He gave Monica a probing tongue-kiss that made her lust boil up to fever pitch. She creamed furiously, the molten juice overflowing her aroused twat and soaking her inner thighs. At last they came up for air again, and Tommy's face was flushed with horniness, his eyes hot and glazed. He was losing his shyness fast.
"I'd sure like to touch your pussy, Monica," he leered.
"Of course, darling," she cooed, "that's part of what I want to teach you. I want to show you just how a woman likes to be touched down there."
"Oh, fantastic," he said eagerly.
She rolled onto her back, bent her long shapely legs, and spread them wide. Tommy gawked at her pussy, the first real-live one he'd ever seen. He saw moist pink pussy flesh fringed with fine dark curls. Monica folded back the dark-furred lips of her cunt and showed him the pea-size lump of her clit. She took his index finger and pressed the tip of it to her juicy joy button, moving it in a circular motion.
"This will really turn a girl on," she told him. "Go ahead, try it by yourself."
Again Tommy proved himself to be a fast learner. He soon figured out exactly what speed and pressure she liked best, and Monica gurgled with pleasure as he stimulated her throbbing clit with the tip of his finger. She'd been about to get herself off this way when he arrived, but it felt even more exciting to have him do it to her. Masturbation was fun, but making love was even better.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Tommy, that's nice," she sighed.
"Can I get you off this way?" he asked eagerly.
"You sure can," she smiled. "Just keep doing it."
She closed her eyes and blotted out everything but the hot sparks of pleasure flying from her clit as the boy rubbed it. Molten cream flooded from her cunt, and Tommy watched the pearly liquid running down over the puckered mouth of her asshole. He was really excited to be playing with her pussy, and his cock gave a horny lurch and dripped hot cream. It made him feel very proud to be giving this beautiful older woman so much pleasure.
"Unnnhhh, yes, Tommy, just a little more," she moaned.
Tommy rubbed the tip of his finger around and around the heavily pulsating lump of her clit, and he watched her features twist into a lusty grimace. Her teeth flashed, and her nostrils flared as she panted. His finger was soon soaked with her spurting cunt cream. Even though he'd never gotten a girl off before, he sensed when Monica had reached the very brink of orgasm. He speeded up the circular motion of his fingertip, and she gave a sustained hoarse moan.
"That's it, baby, ohhhhhhh!" she cried, starting to writhe and buck. "Yes, yes, I'm coming!"
Tommy couldn't keep his finger on the target, because Monica was writhing all over the bed as she came. His cock felt ready to explode as he watched her. Naturally he wanted to fuck her. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. But he didn't know how far she was willing to go with him. Maybe she just wanted some innocent fun and games while her husband was away.
"Mmmmmm, Tommy, that was so nice," she sighed as she finally stopped coming.
"I sure wish I could fuck you, Monica," he blurted out.
Then he turned red, and Monica couldn't help laughing. "Why, of course we can fuck, darling," she purred. "I was just saving that for last."
She held out her arms to him, and Tommy yelped with lust and crawled between her legs. He let himself down on her hot sleek body and felt her lust-stiffened nipples poking against his chest. He started jerking his cock against her juice-slick pussy but couldn't seem to find her cunt. It was frustrating as hell. But Monica came to the rescue, taking his prick and easing it into her cuntal opening.
"There, darling, now just push," she panted.
"Ahhhhh, slit, yessss," Tommy gasped.
There went his cherry – and good riddance. Greedily he thrust to her womb in one long motion. His prick was sheathed to the balls in her snug and steaming cunt. It felt even better than he'd imagined in all his jack-off fantasies. Her pussy was tight and velvety and hot, a terrific place to stick his cock. He let his natural urges take over and began to fuck her in quick hard jabs.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, baby, give it to me real hard," she moaned, "don't be afraid of hurting me."
Tommy could hardly believe his luck. He hadn't expected to get laid, and here he was making it with a girl beautiful enough to be a centerfold. He was excited out of his mind, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. But he was going to enjoy hell out of the experience while it lasted. Moaning, panting, he hammered his nearly exploding cock in Monica's gripping but slippery pussy hole.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," Monica chanted, jerking her hips to his lusty rhythm.
Each time he slammed his cock into her, she moaned in ecstasy, obviously loving his rough fucking. She was creaming steadily, soaking his cock meat, and her voice was husky with arousal. Tommy loved everything that was happening. He loved feeling her big ripe tits wobbling against his chest, loved hearing her cries of pleasure. Most of all he loved her hot and gripping fuck tunnel.
But he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. "I'm gonna come, Monica," he groaned.
"Go ahead, baby, I'll come with you," she panted.
She arched her body to take the stiffly sawing shaft of his cock over her clit. It rubbed furiously back and forth over her ultrasensitive joy button, and with that kind of stimulus it only took her a few seconds to get off. Tommy felt his cock being drenched with the first hot rush of her come-cream, and her pussy convulsed around his meat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby, you did it to me, I'm coming!" Monica wailed.
"Awwwww, fuckin' shit, awwwwwww!" Tommy bawled.
Monica gurgled happily as she took the boy's sizzling load. It was wickedly exciting to know that she was his very first fuck. She felt like she'd done her good deed for the day, introducing the horny kid to sex, teaching him how to score with girls. Of course she hadn't done it just to be nice. She'd helped herself out, too.
"Mmmmmm, Tommy, that was so nice," she sighed. "Do you feel different now?"
"I sure do," he grinned.
"Oh, you're old enough, all right," Monica chuckled. "I can testify to that."