That night Jennifer enjoyed her best night of sleep in months. She went to bed at ten and slept straight through till ten the next morning.
Her sleep was filled with wild sexual dreams, dreams of George, dreams of the two paperboys, dreams of faceless men. In one dream she was being fucked simultaneously up the cunt and asshole by Gary and Tommy, and in the mouth by George. The three males shot off inside her at the same time, and Jennifer's body filled with hot cum as she herself spumed. She enjoyed countless dream orgasms as she slept, orgasms she was sure she'd experienced not only in her mind, but in her flesh as well.
As she climbed naked out of bed, she saw that the fuck juices she'd oozed during the night had left a large wet stain on her bedsheets. She was slippery and wet between her thighs, and before she make it into the bathroom, she had to stop twice to squeeze her legs together. Her loins throbbed with sexual tension. She grabbed George's picture off the dresser and took it with her into the bathroom. She set the picture on the floor in front of the toilet so George could look up between her legs as she sat down and pissed.
Oh George, she thought, I wish we could have been more intimate and open with each other. You didn't have to sneak off and fuck other women behind my back. You should have taken me along with you and let me watch. You could have let me in on the fun. Look at me, George, I'm just as hot and horny as any of those women in the magazines or those women you fucked behind my back. Look at me, darling, look at my pussy, look at my tits, look at how horny I am.
The piss was still dribbling out of her as she spread her legs as wide as she could and pulled apart her elastic pussy-lips and showed the face in the photograph the sizzling wet meat of her inner cunt. Her clit stood out, bold and hard, a nub of purplish-red pleasure-meat, a tiny prick. As she fingered the pulsating meat of her pussy-hole, as she sank her finger into the buttery-slick fluffiness, her pussy-juices dribbled out and dripped in the toilet.
"Feels so good!" she moaned, sliding her stiff finger in and out of herself. "Look at me jerking off, George. Aren't I a wicked lady? It's too bad you never knew just how wicked I can be, or that I never knew how wicked you could be. We could have been wicked together, darling, and life would have been so much more fun. We gave each other a lot of pleasure, darling, but we could have shared so much more if we'd only dared."
Her toes curled against the floor on which Gary had fucked her yesterday afternoon. She closed her eyes and imagined Gary on top of her, his blond hair falling in his eyes, his hard chest grinding against her tits, his big horny cock plunging in her pussy-hole. Her free hand slid up to her swollen tits and she squeezed and caressed them as she jerked off, pinching and rolling and stretching her nipples.
As she played with her tits, she jerked her right hand faster and faster between her legs. The fuck pleasure pulsed through her loins, streamed through her arms and legs and spine. Her stiff finger made obscene squishing noises in her pussy. She gasped and moaned, forcing her legs apart even wider, clawing the floor with her toenails. Her finger pistoned and the fuck itch reached a level of maddening intensity inside her.
"I'm coming!" she gasped, her words echoing in the bathroom. "Look at me, George, I'm coming!"
As the spasms jolted her, she gasped and grunted, grinding her ass in circles on the toilet seat, fucking her finger with her frothing, exploding cunt as hard as her finger was fucking her. She arched her back, shoving her swollen tits high and rubbing them madly against her caressing, grasping hand. As she came, she imagined Gary's stiff cock plunging in her pussy, his hard chest grinding against her tits.
"Feels so good!" she grunted. "Oh yesss!" As her orgasm subsided, she slumped back on the toilet. The finger that had been up her pussy was dripping with a clear, syrupy fluid, and she sucked it clean, tasting her tart female fuckjuice. She enjoyed the taste. She wondered what it would be like to suck another woman's cunt.
She thought about the women, in the magazines who licked each others' pussies. She thought of the paperboys mentioning the "Lesbo Lady" on their route. She'd have to ask the boys about this so-called "Lesbo Lady." Maybe the boys could introduce her to the woman.
Five minute later, Jennifer was in her car on the way to the supermarket. She realized she was famished, that she hadn't eaten a decent breakfast since George's death, and there wasn't a decent thing in the house to eat.
After getting up off the toilet, she'd washed her face and brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair, but she hadn't washed her pussy. She liked the feel of being messy and slippery between her cuntlips. As she drove, dressed in her blouse, jeans and sandals, she could smell her cunt – a musky aroma that appealed to her. At the supermarket, as she wheeled her shopping cart up and down the aisles, she became aware that she was attracting the attention of most of the men she passed. Now that she was a free woman again, she could take notice of their interest, could respond to the men with smiles, or with a wiggle of her ass.
She imagined herself doing a slow striptease as every man in the store crowded into one aisle to watch her. She imagined them taking out their cocks and masturbating as she showed them her tits, her ass, her pussy. If she bent over, they mount her one by one, each of them humping her like that mongrel stud who had humped the bitch out in front of her house yesterday afternoon.
By the time she got to the check-out lane, she was tingling all over. Her pussy pounded like her heart, and she had trouble controlling her breathing. She hardly knew where she was. All she wanted to do was go somewhere and jerk off to relieve her sexual tension. Maybe then she could think straight again.
As the cashier rang up her purchases, she noticed the bag boy stealing glances at her tits. He was a sheepish, gangly, auburn-haired teenager, and his adam's apple bobbed as he ogled her tits and repeatedly swallowed. He filled Jennifer's grocery bags mechanically, his green eyes focused on her tits instead of on what he was doing. Her blouse was half open and the inner bulges of her voluptuous tit-mounds were hard to miss.
Jennifer walked ahead of the boy to her car, her sandals clacking on the asphalt parking lot. She'd parked at the far side of the lot, near a concrete-block wall. It was a long walk to her car, and she could hear the bag boy breathing down her neck as he stumbled along behind her. She'd glimpsed a raging hard-on in his pants, and she knew without a doubt that he was dying to bend her over and stick his cock up her pussy.
At the car, she opened up the trunk so the boy could put the groceries in it. She opened the driver's side front door and sat down at the edge of the seat, her sandals resting outside on the asphalt, her legs spread. She realized she'd parked in the most secluded, out of the way spot on the parking lot.
"Let me find you a tip," she said, rummaging in her purse as the boy stared down at her and tried to see even farther down her blouse. "I know you're in a hurry to get back, but it won't take but a second."
"No hurry," the boy said. "I'm on break for the next fifteen minutes."
Jennifer dropped her purse and looked up. "Oh, you are? Well, that's good because I seem to be completely out of cash, and I used my last check to pay for groceries. I'll have to find a teller machine or something."
"It's no big deal," the boy said. "I don't expect a tip."
"But you've done such an excellent job, and you've been so courteous. I'd feel guilty if I didn't offer you a tip of some kind. Let's see, I don't have any money, so what else could I give you?"
She eyed the boy's throbbing erection, moistening her lips as she flicked her tongue between them.
"I see," Jennifer said. "I'd be delighted."
Although her hands trembled as she unzipped the boy's jeans, she was surprised at how calmly she could speak, at how fluently her words came out. It was as if she'd done this hundreds of times before.
The boy's cock was too big and hard to pull it out through his fly, so she pulled his pants down. His jockey briefs tented out at her, and she pulled them down too. The boy's cock sprang out, throbbing. It was uncut, and his glossy red fuck-knob half covered with foreskin. The smell of it bit her like smelling salts and made her momentarily dizzy.
"Suck it!" the boy whispered, driving his wet cockhead at her mouth. "Awwww suck it!"
As Jennifer wrapped her hand around his prickshaft, his foreskin peeled back all the way. His cockhead was covered with a moist, cheesy film. As his prick-knob slipped into Jennifer's mouth, Jennifer had to close her eyes and hold her breath for a few moments to keep from gagging. Once she was used to the taste, however, she began to suck hungrily. As she munched on the boy's succulent prickhead, as she slid her lips up and down his cockshaft, she pumped her hand up and down, working his foreskin.
"Awwww yeahhhh!" the boy moaned. "Tongue it! Suck it!"
He shoved his hands down Jennifer's blouse, feeling her tits all over as she sucked his cock.
Jennifer felt the vibrations and contractions of the boy's cock coming rapidly and rhythmically, and she knew he'd be shooting off any second if she continued sucking him. She didn't want him to come yet – they were just getting started, after all – so she spat his cock out.
"You wanna suck on my tits?" she said.
"Christ yes!"
"They're all yours."
The boy dropped to his knees between her legs. His face was flushed redder than his hair. Jennifer unbuttoned her blouse, and he pushed it off her shoulders, baring her tits completely.
"Christ, what knockers!"
The boy grabbed one tit in each hand, feeling it, squeezing it, making its nipple nearly pop. Pushing her tits together, he started to lick her cherries, slobbering hot spit all over them.
Jennifer's eyes rolled. Showers of hot tingles saturated her cunt. She chewed her lips to keep herself from whining like a cat. As the tit-hungry teenager started sucking her nipples, she grabbed his big, lusting cock and held onto it for support. It throbbed in her hand, bubbling lube like hot sap.
"Please!" Jennifer said. "Stop for a second! Please!"
"You've got such great tits!" the boy said, unable to take his eyes off her spit-wet tit-buds.
"Would you like to taste something else?" Jennifer said. "Would you like me to push my pants down?"
"You want me to lick your crotch!"
"Fuck!" The boy started to tug at her jeans. She pushed his hands away. "Let me, I can do it faster myself."
The boy sat back, jerking on his cock as Jennifer lifted her ass and pushed her pants down to her ankles. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was dripping between the cunt-lips.
"Pull them off my feet," she said, lifting her legs.
The boy's hands shook so that he had trouble getting her jeans off over her sandals. He dropped the jeans and looked at her as she sat before him with her legs spread, not a stitch of clothing on her body except for the sandals. He grabbed his cock and started beating off.
She kicked at his pumping hand. "Save it. I thought you wanted to lick me."
The boy grabbed her right foot and started slobbering all over her bare toes, his spit leaking all over the leather straps of her sandal. He unbuckled the sandal and pulled it off. He pressed her naked foot to his balls, rubbed his cock against her spit-wet toes, lifted her foot to his lips and started sucking her toes again.
Jennifer's hot crotch throbbed. As the boy sucked her toes, she rammed a finger up her pussy and masturbated.
The boy dropped her foot, gawking at her plunging finger. He moved up between her legs, licking the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, licking at her finger as it slipped in and out of her pussy. She pulled her finger out of her cunt and wiped pussyjuice on his nose. He pried her cuntlips apart with his thumbs and plunged his nose between them. His tongue slipped inside her crotch, licking, probing, tasting.
Jennifer went crazy. She moaned as she rubbed her pussy in the boy's mouth. Electricity shot through her loins. Her pussy leaked so much juice that the boy gurgled as the hot pussycream ran into his throat. He sucked and slurped, his red head twisted between her legs, his lips smacking, his tongue jabbing and twisting.
"Stick your cock in me!" Jennifer gasped. "Quick! Oh baby, fuck me!"
The boy drooled pussyjuice from his mouth all over her belly and tits as he pushed her down on the car seat and climbed up over her. Her ass rested at the edge of the car seat, her legs out the door, as the panting youth guided his cock between her legs and into her clutching, red-hot pussy. As he settled down on her, she fumbled with his shirt buttons.
"I wanna feel your bare chest on my tits," she panted as the boy's cock pulsed inside her.
Panting as wildly as she was, the boy allowed her to open his shirt and push it off before he started his thrusting. Her arms went around his naked back and she crushed him against her, grinding her tits against his hard chest.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, licking his lips, his nose. "Grind that big thing inside me!"
As the grunting, delirious teenager began to hump, hammering his uncut cock up her cunt again and again, Jennifer French-kissed him, licking out his mouth and throat. His own tongue slipped into her mouth and his spit ran down her throat.
The car rocked. The toes of Jennifer's right foot clawed against the asphalt parking lot, the toes of her left foot against the leather sole of the sandal she still wore. As the bag boy fucked her, his jeans down around his feet, his green eyes glazed over and his body quivered. His cock felt like a huge hard snake inside her, striking at the depths of her pussy, reaming her out, fucking her out of her mind.
Jennifer whined, raking her fingernails down the boy's back. She rocked her hips, fucking her cunt on his plunging cock. Her feet came up and she kicked at his bouncing ass. Her legs locked around him.
"Oh baby, give it to me! Please baby, fuck me! Make me come, darling! Oh yes ram that big cock! Ram it! Ram it!"
As Jennifer gibbered out of her mind, the teenager growled like a mad dog, squirming and thrusting between her legs, grinding his cock so deep in her pussy that his balls were almost stuffed inside her with it. Sweat trickled down his face and dripped all over Jennifer's face and neck. He set his jaw and chewed his lips, concentrating all his attention on the pleasure running through his cock. Jennifer felt his cock swell and harden. She could tell by the way he teased up that he was going to come.
"Shoot it!" she grunted. "Shoot it, darling, yes!"
She writhed, the fuck-pleasure saturating every cell of her body. As she churned her cunt on the boy's vibrating cock, electricity surged through her loins and shot to her nipples and clit and toes. She arched up, grunting and wailing like an animal as the spurns exploded inside her. As she started coming, the teenager's cock flexed powerfully, and his cum burst like buckshot into her pussy.
"Awwwww!" the boy moaned, jerking on top of her, firing his jism up her cunt. "Awwwww yeahhhh!"
Jennifer's eyes rolled back to white slits, her eyelids quivering, the ecstasy surging through her body. She felt the boy's cock jumping and spurting in her cunt. As the boy continued to hump, grinding his cock against her clit and deep into the quivering depths of her pussy-hole, she nearly passed out from the intensity of her ecstasy. She clung to him, fucking him back, grinding against him and wanting to melt together with him forever.
After a minute of orgasmic writhing, the boy collapsed motionless on top of her, then lay on her as if unconscious until Jennifer began to feel claustrophobic and uneasy and tried to rouse him. She imagined somebody coming along and catching her with the boy. They'd both be arrested for public indecency.
"Hey," she said, shaking the boy. "Wake up, huh? I think your fifteen-minute break is over."
After a few more shakes and prods, and a few more words, finally got the boy to pull his cock out of her and climb off. He glanced once at his watch and began dressing in a panic.
"Thanks for the tip," he said as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave. "Have a nice day, lady. You've got great tits."
"You've got a great cock," Jennifer said, watching him trot back to work.
She buttoned up her blouse, pulled up her jeans, strapped the sandal back on her right foot, and started her car. As she drove home, she was sticky between the cuntlips with freshly shot jizz, her stomach cried for food. She'd never had such an appetite.