She found the address and parked in front of the house at the curb. She walked up the long, winding sidewalk to the pleasant house and let herself in with the key Dennis had provided. She placed her materials on the nearest table, then scouted the vacant house.
It was roomy and spacious, and Hope couldn't help but briefly fantasize that one day she and Paul would own such a home. She wandered through the rooms, checking her
watch and ignoring the bout of nervousness that tweaked her. Dennis had said she would be meeting an important potential buyer, and she was anxious to make a good impression. She kept running the vital information about the house through her mind, practicing the presentation she would use on the prospective buyer.
She continued her inspection of the house, familiarizing herself with the various features. She strolled through the kitchen and opened a door that led into the garage. She gasped instantly, startled to see a muscular teenaged youth, stripped to the waist, hanging a rolled garden hose above a shelf. His beck was to her, but he obviously heard her surprised gasp. His head snapped around and he saw her over his broad, sweaty shoulder.
"Hi," he said, an easy grin spreading over his cute face. "Sony if I frightened you." He turned and headed slowly across the garage toward her, his smile broadening. "I'm Johnny Colson."
Hope managed a weak smile and nodded politely. "Hello," she said. "I thought I was alone here."
The youth shrugged as he stood directly in front of her. Hope could whiff the alluring scent of his body-man body, his flesh glistening with sweat and his curly brown hair still damp from
his recent work. He wore skin-tight jeans, and Hope couldn't stop herself from glancing slowly down to the bulge of his crotch and the ridged ripple of his stomach muscles.
"Mr. Anderson said a new agent would be here today to show the house. I sure didn't expect one so young and pretty."
She smiled at the boy's flattering remark, but couldn't block the uneasy nervousness that continued to swamp her. The boy was standing so close, so confident with his masculinity, practically throwing it at her, she felt.
"I don't suppose you've, heard from the potential buyer?" she said weakly, forcing her gaze off the boy's broad, naked shoulders.
He shook his head, his eyes leveling on the bulge of her wits. "No. I've just been working in the yard and doing some odd jobs around here." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "How long have you been an agent with Mr. Andersen?"
"This is my second day on the job," she said, adding a small laugh and backing out of the garage to retreat into the house. "Well, don't let me disturb you, Johnny. I better get ready for the client."
She turned and moved swiftly. Her pulse raced and thundered in her ears. She tried to blame it on being startled by the boy's presence,
but deep down she knew her reaction meant much more. Thee was almost an animal-like attraction that had stirred her crotch. Her pussy was suddenly damp and she felt the pleasant tingling of her clit as she stepped into the kitchen. She took a deep breath, then froze as she sensed the boy's presence behind her. She turned slowly and there he was.
He had a crooked grin on his face and his leering eyes continued to measure her tits and the rest of her curvaceous body. She felt strangely naked under the youth's penetrating gaze, and her nervousness mingled with an ignited thrill that picked at her senses. Her nipples stiffened involuntarily as she struggled to appear calm and unflustered.
Shit, I'm going nuts, she told herself. This kid is turning me on! What's happening to me?
"I can sure see why Mr. Anderson hired you," he said. "You've got the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen!"
Hope gasped. "And you've got a pretty fresh mouth for such a young punk," she retorted.
He snickered and moved closer to her. He shocked her by rubbing the huge lump tenting the front of his tight-fitting jeans.
"Come off it, lady," he sneered. "I'm not too young to have what I'm packing right here. Besides, you've been giving my cock the eye.
Admit it."
"Young man, you'd better hope I don't report your crude behavior to Mr. Andersen," she said. "You could lose your job, you know."
"Don't be such a horse's ass, lady," he rasped, suddenly grabbing her wrist and shoving her hand over the fly of his jeans. "I may be young, but I'm not dumb. You ain't shittin' me. I turn you on, and now we're going to do something about it!"
Startled and stunned, Hope was helpless. Then, suddenly, with her hand on the hot bulge of his cock through his jeans, her outrage melted. Soon she found herself caressing the boy's swollen prick. Through the thick material
of the jeans she felt his active prick surge and twitch, and her excitement soared. She could no longer hide her own excitement. It was clearly exposed on her face as her lips broke into a wanton grin.
"See! I knew this is what you wanted," he chided, his voice thick and husky as he reached out to massage her tits. "Why were you so uptight about it?"
"I'm a married lady, Johnny," she breathed, not able to look into his face as she continued to rub his cock through his jeans. "Besides that, you're just a boy."
"Bullshit!" he snapped. "No boy you know
has a cock like mine!"
She had to chuckle at his youthful boast. At the, same time she was touched by his eagerness and, she didn't want to bruise his feelings. Of course, she had to admit to herself that his cock certainly seemed mammoth. It was definitely hard and hot and still growing!
"Johnny, I'm twenty-two, and you can't be more seventeen," she said softly, soothingly, glancing up at his eyes.
"I'm eighteen," he rasped, clutching her tits with both of his hands and thrilling her with his bold, aggressive fondling. "Don't worry. I can keep up with you."
She chuckled throatily. "I bet you can. But this is crazy. Someone will be here any minute to look at the house and-"
"Let's stop wasting time," he snapped, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and rubbing his crotch against her legs. "I'm horny as hell and I know you are too. We have time for a fast fuck."
"Hold on, Johnny," she breathed, gasping. "No time for that." She sank to her knees in front of him and quickly unzipped bin fly. "But I think there's time for me to take care of this for you."
Before he could react, she had his surging prick poking out of his opened pants fly and
her fist wrapped around the fat base of his fuckmeat. A tingle of fresh pleasure whipped through her, making her pussylips quiver as she saw the size of his prick, The boy may have been bragging slightly about his cock, but Hope was pleased by the length of it. It didn't match either Paul's or Dennis Andersen's in sheer size and bulk, but she suddenly wished she had time to have it crammed inside her juicy cunt.
The boy groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair the instant she flicked her tongue across the tip-end of his fuck-knob. She teased his piss slit with her tongue, then quickly lathered the whole bulbous crown of his prick with her saliva. She lapped his cockhead until it was soaked with her spit, then she gulped more than half of his cock-stalk into her mouth.. She sucked vigorously on the teenager's prick while palming his balls,
"Ooohhh, holy shit!" the boy rasped, twisting her silky blonde hair between his fingers. "Shit, you really know how to give head, lady!"
Her pussy quickly became slick and wet with the seeping of her cunt juices. The crotch of her panties were soaked as she sucked and slurped on the teenager's fuckmeat. She savored the flavor of his cockmeat as she ringed her lush lips around the veiny prickshaft and began gulping
more and more of it down her throat.
His balls tightened in her hands as she ate him, and Hope's own excitement leaped as his cock began wobbling inside her mouth. She pulled her head back slightly and let her tongue drag along the underside of his cock. She continued tickling his prick with her lips and tongue and teeth until the boy practically cried out from the sheer bliss of it all.
Suddenly, overtaken by the passion engulfing him, Johnny started bucking his boyish hips, pile-driving his fuckmeat in and out of her mouth.. The horny, wanton young blonde moaned as the fine heat built. Her lips sizzled from the friction of his cock driving in and out of her mouth. His spongy cockhead nudged the back of her throat and she groaned deeper.
Her whole body trembled just as the teenager's did the same. His prick surged between her clutching lips and his balls drew up even more. She sucked harder and faster, trying to suck the jism straight out of him.
Faster, harder, the youth fucked her face. Rasping and moaning, he drilled her mouth with his cock and shuddered just as his foamy spunk exploded from his cock. She gulped it greedily. The thick wads of his come clogged her throat momentarily, but the horny young blonde managed to swallow the boy's load.
He kept ramming his spurting prick in and out of her mouth until the last of his jizz seeped from his cock. His bloated cockhead seemed to swell even mote as his gushing jism shot down her throat.
And finally, he seemed to go limp. His knees trembled mightily and he loosened his grip on her silky blonde hair. He groaned a guttural wail reflecting his ecstasy, then stumbled back against the nearest wall.
Hope smiled at him as he stood. She licked her lips and flashed a wanton wink.
"That was nice, Johnny," she breathed. "Sucking cock always gets to me."
The teenager returned her grin. "Yeah, you sure know what you're doing," he said. "I could tell you loved it almost as much as me."
Hope sighed and started to turn away, but she couldn't take her eyes off the boy's still rigid prick. His cockflesh glistened with the glaze of her spit and the stiff prick-stalk continued to jerk and twitch even after the gusher load it had just deposited in her mouth. It was a very enticing sight, and Hope wasn't anxious to break the spell.
"I'd almost forgotten that boys your age practically have permanent hard-ons," she cooed, stepping toward him and gingerly touching the knob of his prick with her fingertips. She
squeezed the spongy sphere as she gazed into his cute face. "Why don't you touch my pussy? It's so hot and wet."
"Don't worry," he boasted. "I'm thinking about doing a lot more than just touching it."
"Oh?" she retorted teasingly. "You have big plans, young man?"
He began slowly unbuttoning her blouse and reaching inside to expose her tits. He worked his finger over her luscious tits, then teased her nipples with his fingertips.
"I bet I can make you forget I'm younger than you," he said finally. "In a few minutes, it won't matter to you that I'm a couple of years younger."
"Mmmmm, Johnny, you sure know how to talk tea girl," she cooed, deciding that flirting with the boy in this manner would only motivate him to unleash his full, youthful passions. And Hope instantly decided she wanted to receive the full thrust of his teenaged virility. Besides, it would be stupid to let his young, rock-hard cock go to waste.
With her free hand she lifted the hem of her skirt up around her waist. She rotated her hips in a slow, seductive circle while inching her crotch closer to him. She moved in on him gradually as he continued to concentrate on her tits. With the boy backed against the wall, she
had him where she wanted him, and Johnny certainly made no effort to escape.
Slowly, he lowered his right hand from her tits and felt his way to her crotch. His fingers grazed the front of her panties and he felt the slick dampness coating the flimsy material.
Hope groaned as his fingers tickled her quivering pussy through her panties. She trembled slightly and savored the wonderful tremors that shook her nerves. Her cuntlips tingled and her clit throbbed as her passion surged.
"Touch my pussy, Johnny," she urged in a whispered purr. "Feel me, honey. I want you to see how horny you've made me. Sucking your big cock just made me hot as hell."
He flinched slightly and Hope realized in her excitement she was pinching the head of his cock too vigorously. The boy kept staring into her face as he massaged her big tits with his left hand and worked his right hand inside her panties. Eventually his fingers wedged under the waistband of her panties and touched the hairy, damp pussy patch. He flicked a finger along her cunt gash, and Hope moaned throatily.
"See how hot and wet Jam for you?" she breathed.
He didn't bother to answer as he slipped his finger just inside her creamy cunt opening. He pushed through the slippery folds of her cuntal
tissues, then poked the tip of his finger into the smoldering fuckhole. They both moaned as her pussylips clutched at his digit.
Her pussy began to spasm as her cuntwalls flexed involuntarily. As if trying to suck his finger into her juicy depths, her cuntal muscles worked automatically, munching on the tip of his finger. Her hot pussy nectar lubed his digit generously and the resulting pleasure sweeping the lusty young blonde quickly made her topple forward and crush her body against the boy's.
Their lips crushed together and she aggressively drove her tongue between his lips. She groaned and panted as she frenched the boy's mouth. She rubbed her body against him and thrilled to the sensation of his hard cock crushed against her legs. She spread her feet and started humping against his finger, desperately hoping to impale herself on his digit.
At the same time, the boy began retaking the offensive as his arousal scaled to the level of hers. Their tongues tangled as he freed his left hand from the crush of their chests and reached around to squeeze her lush, firm ass cheeks. Meanwhile, he kept probing the entrance of her fuckhole with his ringer.
Suddenly, Hope pushed away. "Shit, my pussy is on fire!"
Without another word she led the boy deeper into the kitchen, gripping his cock like a handle. He chuckled lewdly and allowed himself to be directed toward the countertop.
"Eat my pussy!" she breathed, turning again to face him, her lovely face contorted in a lusty expression of pure need. "Show me what an experienced tongue you have."
As if meeting her challenge, the boy's lips curled into a sneer as he gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the countertop. Hope let out a tiny squeal as he lifted her with surprising ease, and she sat on the countertop, her legs splayed wide, and dangling over the edge. Her heels knocked against cabinet doors as she panted and squirmed.
He yanked her panties down and tore them of f over her heels. Then he leaned down and aimed his mouth straight at her exposed pussy.
She howled with delight as the boy kissed her cunt. She threw her bead back and braced herself with her palms flat on the countertop space behind her. Her exposed tits heaved and her entire body sizzled as the boy's mouth caressed her pussy.
He lapped at her cunt gash, treating the slippery pussyslit to the bold swipes of his tongue. She shuddered and trembled as his tongue flicked up and down over her pussy.
She clamped her thighs together, squeezing his head, when his tongue touched her clit. She came instantly, bucking her ass on the countertop and humping her spasming pussy against his mouth. In the next instant, the boy thrust his tongue deep into her convulsing fuckhole. He speared her pussy channel, fucking her deeply with his tongue and driving her wild as the ecstasy consumed her. She came again, the second orgasm building on the first, and her squeals of raw pleasure echoed throughout the empty house.
The boy drilled his tongue in-and out of her churning cunthole, whipped her toward a third frenzied climax. Then, just as the marvelous pressure reached a peak in the torrid depths of her fuckhole, Hope was startled to glimpse the image of a woman standing at the entrance of the kitchen. She gasped a strangled cry of shock.
"Oh, fuck!" she rasped.
Hope blinked and focused clearly on the woman. She had short dark hair and was wearing a snow white pants suit. A smirk spread across her lips as she leaned casually in the kitchen doorway and assumed a hand-on-hips stance. The woman appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Hope couldn't detect much more about her through the fog of surprised shock and embarrassment.
"Well, kids," the woman said in a husky voice, "If the floor show comes with the house, I'll take it."