"Where do you want me to put it, Mrs. Benton?"
Laura thought, in my cunt. Up my ass. Down my throat. You can put it anywhere you want! She could see the hard swelling of young Brad Wilson's huge cock bulging in his jeans. Teenaged boys amazed her. How quickly the got hard, and how long they stayed that way.
But with great effort, Laura managed to break that train of thought. She turned, smiling faintly, and saw Brad was holding a heavy moving carton marked "pots amp; pans". "Er, that goes in the kitchen," she said. "On the counter… anywhere you can find room."
He nodded and started down the hall. Laura's flashing eyes followed, drawn like magnets to the width of his powerful shoulders, the narrow taper of his waist and taut, tempting ass cheeks cased like sausage in tight blue denim.
Brad was in his late teens, Laura guessed, a full grown man in every way that really mattered – but still with that look of boyish innocence that excited her so. Now is not the time to think about that, she had to tell herself sternly. That's why they'd had to move.
"That's about it," Brad said, as he came out of the kitchen. "There's only one more box in the truck. I'll bring that and you'll be all moved in."
Not hardly, Laura was thinking. Everything still had to be unpacked and put away. Stacks of boxes littered every room. But she managed to smile and say warmly, "Thanks, Brad. It was so nice of you to help."
"Hey, what are neighbors for?" He shrugged his broad shoulders and dodged around the couch and TV left by the living room door.
Laura heaved a long sigh, swelling her full, sharply coned tits imprisoned in a snug fitting halter top. It had not been so pleasant packing to leave the last place they'd lived. By then it was all over the small town… juicy gossip about what Laura did nights with the Walters teenaged son when her husband Rod had to work late. Neighbors all just stood and watched while Rod and Laura loaded the rented truck, whispering slyly among themselves, anxious for them to move. Then Laura had to smile. Actually, she'd done far more with young Stan Walters than even the nagging busybodies knew.
A bunch of pious hypocrites, Laura raged in her mind. The mayor never hid the fact that he took his beautiful blonde young secretary on frequent out-of-town trips. Girls in the steno pool at the plant where Rod worked took a lot more than dictation from big executives. And most thought it more amusing than sinful when the balding minister of the local church hired a sexy young choir director, who could not sing three notes without having one off-key.
People winked at shit like that. Older men, especially important older men, were expected to have and enjoy sex with young women. Morris Walters, who owned the store where Laura worked, thought it was fine when he fucked her in his private office – but he flipped when he learned she was doing the same thing at home nights with his handsome teenaged son.
At thirty-five, Laura's need, her wild craving for sex, was stronger than it had ever been. And it kept getting stronger. Her husband Rod couldn't keep up. Twelve years of marriage had dulled his senses and his desires… at least for Laura.
"This one says sheets and blankets," Brad said as he came in with the last box. "I guess it goes in the bedroom?"
"Ah, yes. That will be fine." Laura's head jerked as her mind snapped back to the present. Then she found herself gazing fondly at the rippled muscles of Brad's strong arms. He carried the heavy carton as though it weighed nothing at all.
"You want it on the bed?" he called in a husky voice.
Oh, yes! Laura answered in her mind. I want it on the bed. On the couch, or even on the kitchen floor. I just WANT it! I want your young cock. I want to suck until it's ready to explode. Then I want to squeeze it with my steaming cunt and wring it dry.
"Er, no…" Her voice sounded distant and unsure. "Not on the bed. I have to make it."
Brad turned after setting the box on the floor, smiling at the way she'd stressed the last two words. "I could help you make it," he said. A bright gleam in his dark eyes told Laura Brad was not as innocent as he first looked. But then he dug a sheet out of the box, shook it open and spread it on the bed.
Laura stepped close and whispered warmly in his ear. "I think you should rest first. We've been working hard." Her teasing fingers danced down his chest and cupped the hard swelling at his crotch.
"Uuunnngh." Brad squirmed, moaning in startled delight. "Yes, hard. Sooo hard!" His prick felt like a pick handle. It burned right through his jeans and warmed her palm.
Brad's long arms circled her waist, pulling her closer, mashing her heaving tits flat on his broad chest. His big hands cupped the domes of her trembling ass cheeks, squeezing roughly as he ground her quaking pussy mound against the beat of his throbbing cock.
"Ooooh, Brad," she cooed with flowing warmth. "Do my tits. Maul my tits with your strong hands!"
He rasped an anxious breath and brought his hands around to grasp firm cones of flesh, crowned with nipples so hot and hard that he could feel them through the silky cloth of her halter top.
"Take it off!" she said. "Squeeze my bare tits and suck my burning nipples!"
"Aaaaahhh," he sighed. He fumbled with the knot and finally her luscious tits broke free, full and smooth and creamy white. Brad gazed for an instant, eyes drawn to wide-ringed, berry-red nipples, rigid with desire.
Then the scent of smoldering cunt oil reached his nose. "Hhhuuunnngh!" Brad's nostrils flared, sucking in her musky aroma of lust. He dove forward, lips spreading in a snug "O". Laura arched her back, heaving her tits up to meet the lunge of his eager mouth.
"Hhhaaa," she moaned as he sucked hard on one firm nipple, twisting the other between his thumb and first finger. He turned it like a radio dial, fine-tuning the heat of her desire. "Aaahhhhh!" she wailed, swelling her tits with rapid gasps of breath and pulsing surges of blood heated to near boiling.
"Bitch," he hissed, pulling his lips from her ruby nipple. Wet from the lashing of his tongue it sparkled like a precious gem. "You like that don't you?"
"Noooo," she moaned with eyes half closed. "I don't like it… I LOVE it! Suck my tits. Squeeze them both and suck until my pussy boils!"
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" The rich scent of her was getting stronger, swirling like a thick, but unseen, fog. Brad could hardly catch his breath. The smell of steaming cunt burned deep in his throat.
He lunged for her left tit, attacking it like a starving dog would swallow raw meat – chewing hungrily, thrashing with his tongue, pulling with his lips.
Laura shook from the heat of his savage attack. He'd sucked her left tit half into his mouth, all his straining lips could hold. The right one he had locked in the steel grip of his hand, squeezing and bulging her nipple like an overinflated balloon. "Oh God," she cried. "Good!"
Brad had never sucked, or squeezed such beautiful tits, full and firm, crowned with nipples that blazed like burning lumps of coal. He pushed her backward, blind with the madness of his desire.
Laura's trembling knees hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled backwards. Brad fell with her, without missing one suction pulse on her swollen tit. "Ooooppphhh!" she gushed beneath him. "Aaaahhh!" Now, with him on top, she could really feel the throb of his hot young cock.
"I want it!" she moaned in a voice weak by his crushing weight. "I want to suck your big fucking cock!"
Brad howled a cry of delight, grinding his hips against hers. Laura arched and squirmed beneath him, cursing his jeans and her tight white shorts that kept her from feeling the full heat of his lusty prick.
Her frantic squirming tossed Brad like a boat on a stormy sea. He bucked and writhed, driving her down with powerful thrusts of his hips, only to be wrenched up again and twisted by the frenzy of her desire.
"Shit!" she screamed through gritted teeth. "Get out of your Goddamned clothes… then strip me naked so I can really feel that huge cock of yours!"
Brad rolled to the side, gasping for breath. His hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He wanted to just rip them off, but, Lord, if he did, his mother would have a shit-fit!
Laura tugged at his belt and then popped the snap of his jeans. She opened his fly slowly, letting her fingers drag teasingly on the hot swelling within.
Brad's cock lunged towards her, straining like a tiger trapped in a net. His tight shorts bound it in cruel restraint. "Hhhmmmmm," Laura purred. It looked bigger now than she'd dared hope. At least nine inches, maybe ten. "And it's so fucking hot," she gasped, pulling down on the elastic band of his shorts.
His cock sprang free, twitching and jerking before her eyes. Its thick head gleamed ruby bright, swollen with the blood of lust. A net of blue veins along the cock pulsed, echoing the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat.
Laura slid off and stood at the foot of the bed, pulling to help Brad squirm free of his clothes. A thick mat of curly cockhair spread wide around the root of his prick, gleaming with the wet heat of wild desire.
Balls, nearly the size of her fist, quaked in their loose sac, swollen and strained by a waiting flood of hot cum. Smiling, Laura wet her lips with an anxious tongue watching as Brad sat up and shrugged off his shirt.
"Hhhmmmm!" His chest was covered with hair, gleaming and as soft looking as lamb's wool. "I like a man with a lot of hair," she said, "especially around the root of his cock!"
Brad sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread and stretched wide, arms slanting back to support his weight. Laura pulled off his shoes and socks, heaving her proud tits with each huff of breath.
Then she smiled and dropped her white cotton shorts, wiggling free with a wave-like motion of her flaring hips. Brad sat gazing like a young kid on Christmas morning – thrilled by what he saw, but not yet ready to believe it was real.
"You've got some body, Mrs. Benton."
She beamed proudly. She'd worked hard keeping herself in good shape, eating right and exercising to keep her muscles firm. Too many women her age just let themselves go. They ate like pigs and then had to wallow in loose-fitting clothes. Not Laura.
She cupped her warm tits, pinching the nipples and circling them with her thumbs until they were swollen hard as stones. Then she spread her fingers wide and slid them down slowly toward her twitching cunt.
Taut flesh rippled over her ribs, rocked by each excited little breath she took. The small, sleek dome of her stomach curved invitingly, sloping down to the dark, seething pussy between her legs.
Laura's wide collar of cunt hair gleamed from the warm spread of her lusty juices. Thick, dark and soft, it had a sheen in the afternoon light like the fur of a wet seal.
She combed it with the spread fingers of one hand, then hooked a finger and wiggled it into her steaming cunt slit. Brad watched, entranced. He saw a gleaming drop run down her finger, slow and smooth as warm syrup.
"Aaahhhh," she said, letting her head sway with the throbbing rhythm of her desire. Her finger snaked up beneath the nub of her clit, lifting it, peeling it from its protective sheath.
Brad's long cock jerked and twitched, tormented by the show this sexy older woman put on for him, working her hips in spiral waves, teasing her blood gorged clit until it was swimming in a rush of warm oil.
"Oooooh, look," she cooed in mocking sympathy. "Your poor little prick might shake itself to pieces."
Little? Goddamn, no woman had ever called his cock little before! Most of them gasped, wide-eyed with fear. "Bitch," he snarled, "if you want it bigger, suck it. Suck it hard!" He rocked his hips, taunting her with its trembling length.
Laura dropped to her knees, her flashing eyes wide with desire. A burning itch flared deep in her throat. God, it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen! Long and hard and throbbing with power.
Brad hooked his legs and locked her warm body in a scissors grip, squeezing so hard she could barely breathe. "Go on," he said, "suck my little cock. I'll bet you choke before you can swallow half of it."
"Oooooooh?" Her lips pulled into a circle. He hadn't stopped to think that Laura learned to suck cock before he was born. She had been timid about it at first – probably like young girls Brad knew – afraid of gagging and drowning in a silver flood of hot cum.
But Laura had learned, probably before he learned to walk. It was like swilling beer, seeing who could drain a foaming mug first. She couldn't try to swallow the usual way. She had to relax her throat, tip it just right and then let it flow.
She grinned expectantly, but still felt a nervous twinge. Taking in all his hot cock would be more like trying to swallow a full beer… mug and all.
It was so thick at the root, she could barely close her hand around it. She swayed it back and forth before her lips, flicking his cum slit with her tongue, lightly at first, then with vicious, probing dire.
"Aaaarrrgh!" Sparks from her wet tongue ripped the full length of his heaving prick. He felt shuddering jolts in his jism-swollen balls. For a second he thought he might spurt off in her face. "Aaaaahhh-hhhaaaa!" he wailed in tormented delight.
But Laura knew about hot young cocks. They were quick to get hard, even quicker to spurt the first time, swollen and strained by the flood of young lust. She tightened the grip of her hand on the base of his huge cock, squeezing it in a clamp of warm flesh.
"Hhhuuuuunnngh…" Brad's eyes bulged and sparkled with tears forced out by the mounting pressure within. God, it felt like his balls might explode!
A soft wet circle snagged itself on the sponge tipped knob of his cock. Sleek as fur, her lips spread and slid down over the bulging ridge, pulling tighter to hold the hard prick below. "Aaaahhhh!" Brad moaned, closing his eyes and rolling his head like he had a broken neck.
That was all the hottest girl at school could take of his long cock, the soft swollen head and a few inches of pulsing, blue-veined prick. He gasped and moaned, thinking he might choke on steaming cum that felt backer up clear to the base of his throat. "Aaagh, shit!" he said. "Let it go. Let me spurt and shoot you full of gushing cum!"
Laura shook her head no and increased the suction of her teasing lips, sliding them up and down while her tongue writhed and tingled the ridge of his cockhead now deep in her mouth.
"You cocksucking bitch, I can't stand it!" Her hand still squeezed like a vise at the root of his cock. Burning pulses surged along the shaft of his prick.
"Hhhhmmmmm," Laura hummed, in rhythm with her wild desire. She pumped her lips, sucked in her breath and collapsed her cheeks to increase the sleek pressure on his cock.
Brad moaned and wailed in agonized delight. Spurred by his tortured cries, Laura's lips moved faster, reaching and sucking to pull in more of his tortured prick.
When her sucking lips met the choking grip of her hand, curls of cockhair tickled her nose. "Agghhh…" She almost had him all! She released the strangle-hold her hand had on him, and plunged for the root of his cock.
The tight wet hollow of her throat quaked in fearful expectation. As her fingers slipped free from his cock, his boiling flood coursed upward with a mighty surge. She felt it ripple between her lips.
"Mmmmhhhh?" she moaned, but the sound was stopped by the plug of his hard cock. It jerked against the wet grip of her throat, straining soft flesh as the first gushing spurt jetted out.
"Yyyuuuummmmm!" Hot and bittersweet, it splattered in the squirming tube of her throat. Her throat muscles rolled and pulled in joyous waves, begging for more.
It came faster than a driving rain! Fat gushing spurts sprayed her throat as Laura wiggled and buried her sucking lips in his dark tangle of cockhair. "I'm cumming too!" she screamed, but the sound had nowhere to go in a throat jammed full of jetting cock.
Brad felt the sting of her warm breath on his spurting cockhead. The sensation convulsed him into spasms of joy. He pumped with his hips and hammered still deeper, slamming her parted lips with the rock-hard hairy base of his cock.
"Hhhhmmmmmm!" Laura cried. The sound rumbled in her throat, teasing the shaft of his prick as it plunged in and out with sudden fury.
Her thoughts became a twisted blur. First she felt pain, the brutal grinding against her lips and the terrible strain so deep in her throat. Then she felt slow waves of pleasure as slick jism eased the driving force of his prick.
"Oh, God." Brad bottomed his cock in the damp cave of her throat and twisted his hips, rocking froth side to side to increase the delightful pressure of her slithering throat.
Another explosive surge shot a spray of thick cum in deep, oozing like a lava flow. "Aaahhhh!" Brad thought that was it. He'd shot the last of his boiling load. He fell back flat on the bed, shivering with the aftershocks of complete release.
Falling backward wrenched his cock hard against the roof of Laura's mouth. The heated frenzy of her orgasm had only begun, and she sucked hungrily to get another delicious spurt.
"I'm dry!" Brad said, when the sucking tension of her lips became too intense.
Laura knew he couldn't be dry. Not yet. Not until the wild fury of her lust had faded. She ran her fingers up his chest, found his rigid little man nipples with her thumbs and screwed them in tight circles.
"Aaayyyeeee!" Brad's cry came shrill and loud. He felt a burning pressure in his chest, then tingling waves of blinding pleasure sparked upward to his brain. "Eeeyyyaaaahhhh!" He shot off another spurt and Laura eagerly sucked it down.
One hand slid back down his chest, dragging through Brad's thick hair like a rake. He felt the burning tracks she left and winced as she circled his taut little nipple faster and faster.
With her free hand, she reached below her chin and cupped his balls. "Huunnngh?" he moaned. They felt drained, empty and shivering. But Laura squeezed one, then the other, with tender fingers strokes, lifting and then pulling and applying subtle pressure.
"Hhhhaaaaaa!" the boy gasped with an explosive roar. He felt a wrenching tightness in his groin. His muscles tensed like steel straps, and pulsed in tight little waves. Brad's face twisted in a knot of pain and he pushed with all his strength, but he had nothing left. Not even a drop to quell the sucking hunger of the crazed woman, still pulling madly on his dripping cock. "I… I can't!" he moaned. His head rolled and his arms went slack, like a puppet with broken strings. "I'm through! I'm finished. I've cum enough. All I can."
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Laura shook her head and took a toothy grip on the root of his cock.
"Yyyyeeeooooow!" he wailed. It felt like she might bite it off!
Laura now had both hands on his balls, tugging gently with her fingertips, squeezing with a soft lingering rhythm. "Aaaayyyaaaa!" Brad moaned. He felt another swelling wave of liquid fire.
"Yyyyuuuuummmmm!" Laura's sucking lips pulled and twisted. Her tongue thrashed like an enraged viper, streaking up and down the base of his cum-slick cock.
"Holy shit!" He felt the burning flow swell up and steam toward his pulsing cockhead. "Hhhaaarrrggghhhh." Jolts of ecstasy shook Brad's cock. Echoes of the impossible pleasure filtered up to his mind. He writhed in a dream world of delight.
Laura shivered with mounting waves of joy. Each gush of jism sent her into a wilder frenzy of sucking joy, feasting on the hidden strength Brad never knew he had.
At last the hidden well of cum ran dry. Laura fell limp, gasping for breath. "Oooooh, good!" she whispered as his cock slipped out of her mouth.
"Good? My God!" Brad could still not think clearly. "I… I've never cum so long… or so hard!"
Laura smiled, her cheek resting on his thigh, her eyes locked on his gleaming cockhead only inches from her chin. One silver drop remained, shining like a pearl. She flicked it off with her tongue, swallowed and said hoarsely, "Just wait until I get that big fucker in my cunt!"