The evening had become an emotional mixed bag for Irene. Dan had come home from work with the news that he had to leave for a convention the following morning and he would be gone for three days. It was to be a working convention in which wives were discouraged from accompanying their husbands to the out of state meeting. On the other hand, Pete's son, Rory, was expected to arrive the next morning to begin his month-long visit with Pete. With Dan safely out of town, Irene could devote uninterrupted attention to the teenager's sexual education. The notion made her pussy hot and wet, and substantially lessened the pain of being separated from Dan.
"This has to hold me for three days, baby," Dan whispered, corkscrewing his prick in and out of his wife's juicy cunt. "Shit, I don't know if I can take being away from you that long."
"Me, too," she whispered, panting as his stabbing prick ignited an intense spasming inside her pussy passage. "I'll miss you so much, darling."
"At least we have tonight to say our good-byes," he rasped, his cock surging inside her vibrating pussy.
Irene was sprawled in the bed, her legs spread wide and her knees elevated, giving his pounding prick a perfect target. She groaned as her pleasure intensified, and smacked her lips. She could still taste his fuckmeat from the recent mouth-fucking he had given her, and the pleasant memory caused waves of erotic tremors to rock through her. Having his cock where his tongue had so recently been was also a marvelous way to cap off their last night together for three whole days.
Dan had so thoroughly licked and lapped at her pussy that he had driven, her to three separate climaxes. Now, with his cock pistoning in and out of her soupy snatch, a fourth orgasm was threatening to erupt momentarily, and she gritted her teeth as her nerves grew taut and her body shuddered.
She had suffered moments of guilt ever since her wild adventure with Pete, but nothing as distressing as she had feared. She seemed to have convinced herself that Pete had been on target when he suggested she was just too horny for one man. Besides, Irene knew fucking with Pete had nothing to do with love. Her true love and affection belonged completely to her husband, and she was sure that wouldn't change, regardless of how many times she enjoyed Pete's cock.
Her clit danced crazily as Dan's prick stuffed her cunthole. She squealed with delight each time his invading prick rubbed against her clit. Sizzling sensations tickled her entire twat and her creamy fuck-tunnel sleeved her husband's cock with loud, lewd sounds.
"Harder, honey!" she gasped as she humped up and down against his impaling fuckmeat. "Give it to me hard and deep! Ooohhhh, yes, yes, Danny! That's why I love you so much! You know just how I like it!"
"Shit, I should," he snorted. "I'm the one who taught you how to fuck."
"Oh, yes, yyyeeessss!" she shrieked, her orgasm booming through her pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck mmmmeeee!"
He clutched her tits in his hands as he banged her pussy fiercely. His manly ass whip-sawed furiously and his labored breaths left his whole body heaving. His cock pumped viciously in and out of her syrupy cunthole, drilling through the shuddering membranes of her cunt canal and stretching her slippery cuntwalls to the limit. Her gushing nectar drenched his prick, showering the engorged male-meat.
It was during these particular moments that Irene realized how satisfying Dan's cock was. She loved the fat fullness of his fuck shaft and the way it plugged her cunt cavern. Pete's long cock, capable of deep penetration, didn't gave her as much pleasure as her husband's. In that instance, her secret fantasies about fucking Pete hadn't matched the reality of the action. Still, the novelty of a strange cock inside her was more than enough to thrill her. And, very soon, she would get to experience yet another strange cock!
Her senses buzzed as she wondered what young Rory's prick would be like. For the first time in her life, Irene was discovering just how unequal men were created. Then, suddenly, the gleeful ecstasy of her current climax washed away all other thoughts except those of Dan and what his cock was doing to her.
She squealed and contorted beneath him as her trembling twat shook his plowing prick with a frenzied series of spasms.
Dan's cock leaped inside her coming cunt just as his frothy spunk blasted into her womb. He growled and slammed his spurting prick to the hilt into her clutching pussyhole. He left it wedged there briefly until the first wave of his jizz splattered into her, then he started pumping his fuckmeat in and out of her cunt once again.
Irene instantly threw her legs around his waist and arched her back. Her greedy pussy sucked up his spunk as the man and wife yelled out their ecstasy.
Later, they lay in a tender embrace and slept. Irene enjoyed especially pleasant dreams as Dan left his spent cock lodged inside her pussy throughout the night. His morning hard-on was put to good use when they awoke.
Irene spent a busy morning and early afternoon taking care of some last-minute shopping and housecleaning while keeping an anxious eye open for Rory's arrival. She realized Pete would probably want to spend some time getting reacquainted with his son before turning him over to her, but she couldn't dismiss her growing impatience as the afternoon turned into early evening.
She made excuses to find chores needing her attention outside so that she could watch for the boy's arrival. As dusk approached, however, Pete's house remained dark and empty. They're probably having dinner together out somewhere, she reasoned as she fixed a meal for herself and sat down to eat.
After dinner and washing the dishes, Irene watched TV and tried to ignore the lonesome feelings creeping over her. The house was too quiet without Dan. She hadn't realized until now just lonely she felt being separated from her husband for the first time since their marriage.
Shortly before ten the phone rang, startling her. It was Pete announcing he and his son had just gotten home from an afternoon and evening on the town.
"The kid's a chip off the old block, Irene," Pete said prideful. "He eyed every chick that passed us on the street. The kid's gonna be a real stud."
"Just like his daddy," Irene chuckled dryly. "Yeah! Wait till you meet him." Pete laughed. "He'll drool when he sees you. Boy, I'll really make points with the kid! I'm sending him over."
Before Irene could speak the phone went dead. The day-long wait and anticipation had drained her and now she wasn't so sure she could be as receptive to the teenager as she and Pete had planned. Additionally, anger flared inside her from the way in which Pete had calmly announced he was ready for her to offer his son whore services. She hadn't heard a word from him or his boy all day. Now, at Pete's convenience, the boy was being sent over for her sexual tutoring.
Despite her anger Irene rushed to brush her long blonde hair and recheck her light makeup. She was applying fresh lipstick when the doorbell rang.
Rory Howell was a surprise in more ways than one. First, the boy had a self-assured swagger, and that instantly put Irene on the defensive. She had expected a meek, virginal boy, timid and withdrawn, needing her gentle coaxing and guidance. Instead, the teenager she ushered into her house boldly eyed her curvaceous body, flashed a lewd, approving grin and winked.
"Shit, the old man said he'd fixed me up," Rory sneered. "I was expecting some old cow, but, motherfucker, the old dude has some snap after all. I'm startin' to like his style."
He brushed aside her offer of a Coke and helped himself to a beer from the refrigerator. He guzzled the beer in a way that proved it wasn't his first. Throughout their brief introduction, his hot eyes appraised the generous swelling of her tits through her silky blouse, and he repeatedly made known his approval.
"Why don't we cut the shit and fuck," Rory finally said, downing his beer and belching.
"You're a pretty fresh kid, aren't you?" Irene said, on the verge of calling the whole thing off and sending the brash young stud packing.
He shrugged. "Just don't dig wasting time when my balls are so fuckin' heavy," he said with a world-weary sigh. "You some kinda prick teaser?" he added, squinting his eyes.
"Ask your father," Irene snapped, her anger on a fast rise.
The boy laughed. "Hey, take it easy," he said, stepping up to her, his eyes glued to her tits. "I thought everything was arranged. I mean, I figured we both knew why I was here. Right?"
There was something about the boy that, for all of his bravo smugness and cock attitude, Irene found strangely appealing. It was at this moment she realized her second surprise while confronting Pete's kid. The boy was quite cute in a scruffy, Huck Finn sort of way. His sandy colored hair and bright blue eyes were a perfect compliment to his freckles. Also, a fast glance down at his fly told her he wasn't bashful about the throbbing hard-on he was sporting. In short, Irene decided the boy might be fun having around the lonely, quiet house for the night.
"Did I give you that?" she said, pointing toward his crotch.
Her sudden boldness obviously surprised him, but he recovered quickly. He laughed, but couldn't hide the light blush that slowly colored his boyish face.
"You bet," he snapped, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her back.
"Hey, down boy," she giggled, moving out of his embrace. "Turn away. I want to see your ass. It's the first thing I notice about a guy."
He kept grinning as he slowly turned around. "Shit, this feels weird," he said. "You want me to do a strip now?"
"I'd rather you just showed me your cock," she said, enjoying her role of bluffing the boy with bald talk. "Turn back around and whip it out."
"Maybe we better go to the bedroom first," he said, his voice carrying a slight quiver for the first time.
"Maybe you better do as you're told when you're in my house," she snapped. "I've got to see if you're worth my time, kid."
She thrilled as Rory slowly unbuckled his belt. His smug expression was already fading, and that encouraged Irene to maintain her act a little longer. She sat down at the kitchen table and crossed her long legs. She allowed her skirt to hike up high on her thighs as she watched the boy with a clinical, aloof expression. Inside, her excitement was surging, matching the racing of her pulse as the boy unzipped his fly and slowly pulled out his teenaged cock.
It was then that Irene received her third surprise. His cock practically leaped out of his open fly and surged into a fat and long hunk. She couldn't help but gasp.
"Get your slacks out of the way and step over here," she ordered, her voice tight and husky.
The boy obeyed, dropping his slacks and shorts to his ankles. He stepped out of them and moved toward her, the huge prick wobbling delightfully as he walked.
"Well?" he said, a degree of hit well-deserved smugness coming back into his tone. "Am I worth your time?"
Irene giggled throatily as she reached out and curled her fingers around his fat fuck shaft. "I may keep you locked in my bedroom," she said.
In the next instant she slipped off the dinette chair and crouched down in front of him. This time Rory, gasped in surprise at her bold action, and Irene grinned. She licked her lips and started teasing him by squeezing his bloated cockhead. She pretended she was about to suck his cock into her mouth, then changed her mind. He gazed down at her with a combination of lust and bafflement. His bloated cockhead swelled as she squeezed the base of his cock.
Now her pussy was steaming and she stopped teasing the boy. She flicked her tongue out against his pisser, and Rory instantly shuddered and growled. His hands pressed into her silky hair and his prick wobbled.
"Ooohhh, that's more like it," he rasped.
Irene suddenly jerked her head back and peered up at him. "I can stop this anytime I want," she said firmly, deciding to keep the smug teenager off balance a little longer. "In my house, I make the rules. If you don't like it that way, you may leave right now and go back to your father."
"No, no," he said quickly, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, lady. Just, please don't stop licking my cockhead. It really feels great!"
"Well, a stud like you is probably accustomed to pretty ladies licking your cock," she said, smirking. "Isn't that right?"
"Well, no, not really," he stammered, his blush deepening on his face. "It's happened before, but never with a woman as pretty and sexy as you."
Irene smiled, then casually sucked his fat cockhead into her mouth. She sucked with increasing pressure, making the teenager groan and tug on her hair with his clenched fingers. She cupped his surprisingly meaty balls in her palms as she licked all over his cockhead. She thrilled to the way the boy squirmed on his feet and gasped with pleasure. She knew she had him in her control as she tongued his prick-knob.
Taming this self-assured, brash young man was starting to get to Irene. Her own mounting arousal sizzled her nerves and she felt her cuntlips quiver. Her horny little clit tingled and throbbed and her nipples stiffened as she flicked her tongue up and down the underside of his rigid fuckmeat.
"Oh, fuck, this is great!" the boy rasped.
She damped her lips around his fuck shaft and lapped her tongue over the base of his prick. She slipped her hands off his balls and reached around to squeeze his asscheeks. She explored his asscrack with her fingers as he automatically pushed his cock deep inside her sucking mouth.
Her moist lips were stretched wide by his gigantic cock, and Irene trembled in erotic anxiety as she feasted on the boy's huge prick. If she could tame his insufferable attitude, she knew this boy with his man-sized prick could bring her hours of pure sensation. Instantly, she was determined in her efforts to get more out of the boy than he was expecting to give.
As he moaned and panted and started fucking her face faster and faster, Irene abruptly pulled her mouth off his prick. She grinned up at the bewildered teenager and smacked her lips.
"Mmmmm, not too bad for starters," she said. She rose, curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock and turned to step from the kitchen. "Follow me!" she snapped, tugging on his hard, aching cock, using his prick like a leash.
"Hey, take it easy, lady!" he protested, his high-pitched giggle testifying to his nervousness and confusion. "If you think I'm about to run away, you've got another think coming."
Irene's mind reeled as she pulled the boy into her bedroom. She had learned a thing or two about men in the course of her marriage and also during her brief affair with Pete. While men generally had good intentions about taking care of woman sexually, Irene knew they performed such tasks much better if the fire remained in their balls. With this young, cocky stud, she wasn't taking any chances. While his stiff cock was saliva-slickened and wobbling with rigid need, she decided to get the most out of him.
Her heart pounded as she quickly stripped off her clothes. God, she was hot! Sucking the boy's monster prick had stirred her pussy into a fluttering, overheated cave, desperate for attention and aching to encase the boy's tremendous slab of fuckmeat.
When she was nude, she faced the gaping boy and smiled. She cupped her heavy tits in her hands and squeezed the ripe melons.
"What's the matter, stud?" she chided. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Naw, shit naw," he mumbled, drinking in the sight of her luscious, naked body. His cock wobbled lewdly as she gazed at her golden haired cunt and the wet sliver of pink meat that peeked through the dense blonde.
"Get on the bed, Rory," she and cooed, softening her tone automatically as her own excitement soared. "With all of your worldly experience, I'm sure you like to eat pussy."
"Well, really, lady, only a few times, but."
She didn't allow him to finish the stammered words. She climbed over him and pressed him down flat on his back. Without hesitating, she crawled up and straddled his face.
"Show me how much you like my pussy, Rory," she purred, pressing her wet cunt down firmly on his mouth. "Show me what you can do."
The boy gasped under her and thrashed his its wildly, unsure initially as the blonde-haired pussy abruptly covered his face. Then, almost in self-defense, he gulped and munched on her plump pussy flap. He made strange choking sounds at first as he accustomed himself to her suffocating cunt.
Electric jolts of pleasure shot through Irene's clit as the boy's awkward mouthing fired her horny membranes. She shifted around on his face, rubbing her juicy cunt against his lips, chin and nose. Her pussy convulsed and slits felt the immediate willing of rich nectar from her cunt hole onto his slurping mouth. The sexy blonde arched her back and shrieked as the incredible orgasm rocked her senses.
At the same time, the boy seemed to catch on to a proper rhythm of tongue-stroking and licking, adding to Irene's ecstasy. As her body shuddered, she turned around on his face, ducked down across his squirming body and eagerly popped his huge cock into her wet mouth.
Rory's groan of pleasure caused wondrous vibrations throughout Irene's spasming cunt channel, and he was instantly rewarded with more gushing cunt honey. As he drank down the horny housewife's pussy juice, Irene slobbered over his jutting prick.
She feasted hungrily on young fuckmeat, marveling at the mammoth size of the prick. Her fingers busily and frantically milked his come bloated balls as she nursed on his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding her moist lips over the long length of his fuckmeat.
When he blasted his thick load into her mouth, Irene groaned passionately and choked it down her throat, unaware of Pete standing in the doorway, pumping his own hard prick furiously in his fist and grinning in lewd excitement at the erotic activity taking place on the bed.