Beth Ann Durke couldn't be any less conscious of the male eyes appraising her enhanced young curves as she, accompanied by her outlandishly dressed husband, treaded the familiar sidewalks of the Edgemont Heights shopping center. His whispering dispatches that this "punk" and that "bastard" had just undressed her, dribbled off the voluptuous blonde wife like water off the proverbial duck's back. She had just over-played her starring role, then upstaged her own self in the manner of a Miss Do-Good from a B movie! In short, she'd absolutely muffed it… needling him with Sara, then slipping into the offended other-woman part before she'd even been cast!
God, how stupid could one get? Pretty bad, she inwardly seethed, sick at the thought of having him, that gorgeous hunk of man, right in her eagerly yearning, little hands, then frittering away her hold through girlish ridiculousness. Damn, she'd never intended they be any more than lovers, an affair, an experience! "When Beth? Tonight? Can you get out…?" he'd panted, his breathing a masculine, lusty blowtorch against her face. "Whoa, darling… not so fast…!" she'd childishly answered… and God, why, she'd never, never know…!
"You dig the boots, baby?" Jay's raucous voice interrupted.
"I-I guess so."
"Wilson was wearin' a pair of suede jobs, but they're Goddamned sweet for me. Fruit boots, you know," he said, his ludicrous inference not even meriting a reply from her. "You know, he seems to be an all right guy? We'll have to get better acquainted with 'em… like that Vickie Davis next door to us. I see her and Sara talking a lot, and she just walks right into the Wilson's as if she owned the place."
"Does she? I never noticed," Beth replied, preoccupied and barely with their conversation.
"Sure… she and that German Shepherd dog of hers… What's its name?"
"Lancer."
"Yeah, Lancer." He wagged his bearded-faced head as he lumbered along beside her. "Beautiful dog, but town's no place for an animal like that. Should be on a ranch or farm where it can get out and run… exercise, you know?"
"I suppose," she idly answered.
"But, I guess she keeps him for protection, living alone and all. That's a funny thing, too, a model like her with no male around, at least, once in awhile. You think maybe she's lez, doll?"
"Frankly, I never thought about it."
"Well I have," he said with a snigger, holding onto his young wife's arm in true claiming fashion. "Something's smelly there… all by herself… just her dog… You get it, baby? Just her and that Goddamned brute of an animal…?"
"You've got a dirty mind, Jay Durke," Beth retaliated, not trying to hide her disgust. God, why didn't he just go off somewhere so she could brood in peace?
"Yeah, a dirty old gold-mine!" he punned, nudging at her ribs with his hand holding onto her arm. "How'd you like that one, doll?"
She said nothing, not even daring to look in his direction for fear she would blow her top right there on the street. Then, thanks be to the powers, he stopped in front of the barber shop and said: "This is as far as I go with you, baby? Going to get handsome for you. Where you off to now?"
"The supermarket," she answered, elated that he was about to unhand and separate from her for a few hours.
"Okay. You take the Caddy home. I'll walk. It's only ten minutes and I need the exercise… sitting at that desk all day."
"You could take a cab…"
"No, I'll walk. It won't hurt me," he said, grinning and leaning toward her for a kiss.
Beth did, knowing that she was doing untold things for his ego right in front of his favorite bragging grounds. But it was the last lewd pat on her buttocks right there on the street that set the readied rancor to bubbling inside her! Damn! What a slob he could be…
"See you, babe."
"Bye!" she snapped, whipping away, her mind becoming an immediate well of Stan Wilson, and thankfully so.
Even as she shopped, she could concentrate on little else but her handsome neighbor and the way she had stupidly bungled the whole thing. Of course, she could have gotten out tonight, or any other night! Jay never questioned her in that respect, whatever story she came up with, and most times it was just to get a break away from him and take in a movie, or a quiet relieving walk. Damn… was it too late? She could go back alone now, eat a little crow and set it up for tonight! God knows, she was still that sensually excited… but no! No, she wasn't about to eat crow for any man! If… if only she could cool down a little! She was actually wet, wet between her legs, and no one but Stan Wilson had done that! But damnit, she wasn't about to eat crow for him! Never…!
Oh, where were the damned pickles…?
The sexually flustered young wife's entire grocery shopping excursion was marred by similar incidents. She couldn't concentrate, and finally in dismay, had called a halt, knowing she'd forgotten half the items on the list she'd made out and left on the kitchen table.
At one point, while retrieving a box of soap powder from a lower shelf, she had half-glanced behind her to see an older man pushing a cart full of groceries pause to observe the spectacle she was thoughtlessly offering him in her bent-over position. Though she had immediately straightened and turned to glare at him, his elderly, lecherous smirk as he pushed on only seemed to add unneeded fuel to the already glowing bed of coals smoldering in the hot, fluid hearth of her body. The male clerks, the homely, balding assistant manager, even the young carry-out boy, Jerry Adams, who lived in their block on Tasmen Drive, all were doing their unintentional share in provoking her private passion.
Lord, it was absolutely absurd to work one's self into such a lewd state. Yet, there was something erotically exciting about it, too… being caught up in such a lascivious mood right out in public… before God and everyone, and in broad daylight, she lightly mused, leading the way to where the Caddy was parked. And the manner in which she was unnecessarily switching her rounded hips for the young carry-out boy's benefit was hardly kosher either. She could tell after she'd bent down to open the car's trunk-door that his youthfully bugging blue eyes had briefly fed on the unexpected, engaging sight. His good looking teenage mouth was agape, his smooth, fair cheeks a flushed crimson.
Of course, she couldn't help but recall a sequence from one of Jay's novels in which a lecherous young wife had seduced a neighbor-boy in oral sex. At the same time, she'd thought the scene not only disgustingly obscene, but extremely impossible. What normal woman in her right mind would ever set out to lure a boy when she could have a man…?
"Thank you, Jerry," she warmly smiled at him as he opened the door and she slid in under the steering wheel, making no effort to hide her exposed nylon-covered thighs with their tiny garter-belt frills peekingly visible. She'd tipped him then, still smiling as he backed off with his handsome young face blushingly afire, offering her a little wave.
Damn, he was a sweet, young dream, the infused blonde wife reflected most of the way home. Some lucky girl either was, or was going to be made mighty happy with that gallant little darling crawling between her legs! Lord… if she didn't stop thinking this way she was going to be a mess of frayed nerves before the day was over! And it was her own fault, too! Her bewitching little scheme had worked perfectly with Stan… then, she'd had to goof it! Damn… damn! What she needed was a drink!
After lugging in the groceries and dumping them on the kitchen table, Beth made straight-away for the liquor cabinet and a gin-tonic. With this fortification, she returned to put meat and perishables in the refrigerator, then drained her glass to make room for a second.
Just how the devil was she going to manage another such situation with her impassioned desire of the moment, Stan Wilson? Or should she leave it for him to make the next move? Of course, that was the proper approach… if you could use the term proper in conjunction with adultery! The truth of the matter was that she'd turned chicken! No denying it, she had…!
"Which comes right down to one thing, Lady Beth!" she said aloud to herself, "you're not the wanton whore that you pretend to yourself… though if anyone knew the way you're boiling inside they'd never guess it! What you need is a cool bath to calm the fires before the genius comes home and you find yourself enticing him into bed for a repeat performance of last night! On second thought, better that you do it yourself and eliminate the middle man…!"
A tiny ripple of excitement added a new emotional arousal of the sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened loins. Determined, she attacked the liquor cabinet a third time, carrying a gin-tonic to the bedroom where she quickly stripped naked.
In the adjoining bath she wound her long blonde hair into a top-knot, and started to draw water as she sipped at her drink, the gin beginning to effectively warm her. Her sultry green eyes glancing at her white nakedness reflected in the full length mirror and glimmered narcissistically as a tiny rippling sensation of pleasure flittered through her voluptuous, twenty-six year old body. For a moment, she stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her arched hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and tapering calves.
Stan Wilson, baby, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say.
She let her eyes sensually caress the secret ivory-like outline that her swim-suit halter had left across the resilient mounds of her uptilted, full young breasts, and below where her tiny bikini had cupped the curved moons of her satiny firm buttocks. But it was the milky-white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her vaginal mound that invariably fired her excitement.
God, would she do it first, right there in front of the mirror… or in the bathtub… or after on the bed…?
The harsh sound of the service-door buzzer startled her. Now, who the devil could that be? Irritably, she looked for something to put around her, finally settling on her husband's terry-cloth, swim jacket. Though a jacket for him, it was a good three-quarters length on her, covering enough that she could peek around the door and see what whoever it was wanted. She rolled back the sleeves into huge cuffs as she walked into the kitchen inching open the service door to look into the fair-haired young face of Jerry Adams. A stimulating little tingle raced through her at the recognition of his clean, youthful smile.
"Mrs. Durke… you forgot and left this on the counter in the market," he said, holding out her wallet to her. "It's got quite a bit of money in it, so Mr. Sheppherd wanted me to bring it right over."
For a moment, Beth stared at it in surprise wondering how in the world she could ever have done such a stupid thing? But undoubtedly, she had, for it was the hand-tooled, snake-skin one that Jay had bought her in Mexico.
"Good Lord, and I hadn't even missed it! Oh me… just how inefficient can a girl get, Jerry?"
He laughed, then said: "Maybe you better count the money, Mrs. Durke to be sure it's all there."
"I'm certain it is, dear… and it was so thoughtful of you to bring it right over," the blonde wife said, her brain beginning to function along a once believed extremely impossible vein! "Here, I must reward you for…"
"No! No, really, Mrs. Durke! We're not allowed to take rewards for such things!" he said, holding up his hand and backing away.
"Why… why that's ridiculous, Jerry! Besides, no one has to know…!" she insisted, leafing out a bill as he continued to wag his head and smile.
"Gee thanks, Mrs. Durke… but I can't take it," he repeated, shaking his young, handsome head.
"Well… well at least, you can come in and have a Coke or something," she said, stepping to one side as she opened the door wide for him. "Come on, I'm not going to take no for an answer on that offer."
"A-All right… I could sure use it. Boy, it's hot in that sun," he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one sensitive breast behind the white, fuzzy material covering her, raising a sparkling little ripple in her soft belly. In response, the young blonde wife pulled the hardly adequate jacket of her husband tighter around her aroused nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as it had in the parking lot of the market. He'd noticed the soft erotic contact, too!
She offered him a chair as she moved toward the refrigerator, but he didn't sit. God, she felt certain his pale blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her near-naked body, imagining beyond the single garment, wondering what, if anything, she wore beneath it. Or… or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She selected a king-size Coke opened it, and offered it to him with a glass. In expected routine, he took only the bottle, tilting it to his good-looking, teenage lips, while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his young mind…!
It was a crazy conversation, almost as if she were finding it as hard to talk to him as was he in coming up with answers that wouldn't make him sound like an awkward geek, the fifteen year old youth nervously thought. She was so frigging beautiful! And he'd seen her nearly naked ass right there in the parking lot… nothing on it only a flimsy pair of tiny black panties! Man, she had to know he could see it… just the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a minute before…!
"Excuse me just a moment, dear, while I get a drink and join you, okay?"
"Sure… that'd be fine!" he answered, probably too enthusiastically, the thoughts he was thinking absolutely knot-headed, he told himself. Get with it, lead-skull! What could a beautiful girl like her even want from the likes of you? Better stick to Kathy Lovell.
"Here we are!" she beamed, re-entering the kitchen with a glowing smile, her long blonde hair no longer in the wad crowning her pretty head, but sweeping down around her shoulders the way she'd always worn it when he'd seen her. She'd changed it! What for? "Cheers," she offered, toasting her glass against the bottle in his hand, not a foot of space separating them!
"C-Cheers, Mrs. Durke…!"
"Oh, why don't you call me Beth, darling. I'm not that much older than you, am I?" She tilted her head to one side, her sexy green-eyes level with his and liquidly pouring into them. "Am I…?"
"I-I don't know. I'll… I'll be seventeen next March," he lied, knowing he looked it.
"And I'll be twenty-three in December," Beth retaliated, making no effort to draw Jay's swim-jacket tighter across her full, rising and falling breasts, even as she felt it inching slowly apart. Instead, she pulled out a chair and lowered herself onto it, facing the one she'd offered him. "Sit down, Jerry doll. Let's get to know each other better… that is, if you'd like to…?"
For answer, he accepted, trying to keep his eyes above where the thing she was wearing had fallen part-way open. Cumsville! He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one where it began to swell out from her chest like a Racquel Welch gem… soft looking… creamy white from a bikini halter… and even part of one full satiny thigh! No question! He'd bet his crummy paycheck she wasn't wearing so much as a kleenex beneath…!
Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples of her rounded white breasts to him as she touched the sewed-on crest of his sweater that he'd earned playing tennis! "What does it say, dear, and how did you get it?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his chest like branding irons!
"Junior Tennis Champion… Riverwood County," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I… I won it this spring…"
"Really? A tennis champ! Darling, how wonderful!" Beth exclaimed, clutching at his broad youthful hand, the smooth softness of it as intoxicating to her as the feel of its hot, young masculinity. God, he was beautiful! The feel of him and his nearness were creating new blinding shocks of incredibly sensual fire, fusing her with unknown daring. God almighty, she had to have him… had to! "What… what did your girl friend say? I bet she was proud and happy, wasn't she, darling?"
"Well… I-I don't have any steady girl… not really, that is… just Kathy Lovell," Jerry Adams managed, hearing his own tight-throated reply as if it'd garbled out of a third person in the room. He'd never been so tense in his frigging life, and his painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a racquet handle! Oh man… what should he do…? She was coming on about as subtle as an earthquake, and he wanted it, whatever it was she was coming on with… but he was scared shitless…!
"Yes, I know her parents, Jerry sweet… she's a very pretty girl, but young for you, isn't she?" Beth half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue slip out to nervously run over her lushly heated lips. He said something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as she leaned even closer to the virile teenager. Then she did it, without even thinking; she reached out for his hand and slowly put it inside her terry-cloth jacket, pressing it against one vibrantly naked breast! "A young man like you needs an… an older girl, Jerry love," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the delicious, clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin. "A… a girl more my age… in fact… me!"
Short of being mummified, Jerry Adams could only gape at her! She was holding his hand tight against the softly yielding warmth of her naked breast, and he wondered crazily if the smooth mound of pliant flesh might not burn a hole right into his palm! Christ! He didn't know what to think, let alone do! Her naked, soft, hot tit right in his hand! Jesus, oh Jesus! Mrs. Durke, the doll every guy in the market came unglued over when she walked in! Oh sweet ass, he was so tense inside he might begin to unravel right there!
Beth found her own use of words catching in her throat! God, she'd never done anything the equal of this in her life… but it was a bit late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't it? How had Jay handled this same housewife delivery-boys bit in his book? Oral! Ooohhh… did she want to suck him? He was so young and handsome… and… and it, his young splendor, had to be the same! It was an integral part of him… his beautiful teenage cock… his youthfully sweet sperm…!
"Y-You haven't really answered me, Jerry baby… about a girl my age…" she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.
"I-I said… I didn't know…"
"Do… do you want to find out, baby?"
He swallowed, his young adam's apple intensively working. "Yes… if you want to…!"
The licentiously flushed young wife sensed a chill of rapture prickle over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge at the front of his jeans. She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped one hand down to touch his penis with an exploring, caressing feel, whispering! "Ah yes, you do like me, darling. I can tell by the hardness of your cock!"
Jerry Adams gasped out, his muscular, young teenage body uncontrollably jerking at the contact of her caressing hand with his swollen penile hardness. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace the elongated outline of his throbbing shaft with a gentle touch, the sudden fear that he might shoot-off right there in his shorts sending a shudder over his youthful frame.
"Wh-What're you going to do?" he blurted, writhing excitedly beneath her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.
"I'm going to love it for you, baby!" the near-naked Beth lewdly whispered, dropping from the chair onto her knees and gently spreading his strong young legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. "You want me to, and I want to!" She looked up at him, her frenzied green eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You… you do want me to, don't you, baby?"
"Uughhh… yes… you know I do!"
God, she'd had no idea that a boy of his age would have such a length and thickness! She caught hold of both his hands and placed them inside Jay's jacket, molding them to her tingling, hardened-nippled breasts as she knelt between his legs! She pulled open the terry-cloth garment, then began to unzip his fly. Unbuttoning the Levi's at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them down, then she began to work inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead of lowering those immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the swollen heat of his virile young cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic-hair of his lean loins!
"Oh… oh damn, Mrs… Beth!" he chokingly whimpered, his ardent young hands excitedly clutching her full ripened breasts.
"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he did, revealing the climactic delight of his entire, sensually inflamed young genitals completely exposed to her in their own lustful, fired state! God, what a handsome young cock! Teenage? Who would believe that, if it were all they saw of him? It was so long and thick, yet white and unscarred, its bluish veins transparent within the sleek, hot jacket of its foreskin! And his sperm-filled youthful balls… so delicately fringed with softly curling dark hair, a virtue-destroying sight to any normal woman! He was breathtaking! The fiery head… only the end… of his throbbing cock protruded from its encasing sleeve of tender skin. A tiny droplet of pearl-like liquid clung to its tipped slit, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows over the kitchen sink, and Beth almost insanely wondered if her husband ever knew of the erotic descriptions he put together! Nothing could describe this delectable teenage beauty, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that illusive drop!
Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste-buds, and her love-starved pussy began to spontaneously seeth with hot, liquid secretions of inner passion. Briefly, Jay's novel, THE LECHERESS, flittered through her mind, the realization that he could never catch the true aspect of a woman's feelings, registering! How could he know what a cock tasted like to a woman… specifically a boy-cock, or how it felt to a girl, hot and hard and beating like a frightened heart in her saliva-moistened mouth? How could he ever know what she thought as she sucked him, desirously slaved with masochistic thirst to draw the raging semen from the depths of his secret parts, knowing that she possessed him, that he belonged totally to her at that very moment! Only a passion-fired female could possibly know or make another woman understand the climactic upheaval that took place inside her when a swollen cock hotly squirted its delicious, boiling cum into her mouth… sweet and thick, flooding her throat as she tried to swallow it away! Her husband could never know these blissful moments, not really… but she could, she pruriently reasoned, beginning to swab her tiny tongue over the smooth swollen tip of Jerry Adam's naked young penis, at the same time working its youthful foreskin up and down its rigid hardness knowingly with several clasping fingers. Yes, God yes, she must remember every single instant of this precious moment…!
"Holy balls!" Jerry Adams gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-legged position, watching her warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his penis, taking its entire head into the soft liquid heat of her mouth. It couldn't be happening… not Mrs. Durke… Beth… sucking his cock! But… but she was! Goddamn, yes… swallowing it right up into her butter-like mouth while he clutched her beautiful tits and her long blonde hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!
He grunted, like a lousy kid, he thought, but uncontrollably and thrusting his lean, teenage loins in a responsive action upward at her wetly ovalled lips! He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as she sucked back up off of it! Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her tiny tongue lashing and caressing as she nursed its virilely throbbing hardness. He watched, lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in a little bit more of it, until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat!
Against his clutching hands, he felt the warm fleshy resilience of her breasts overflowing his spanning fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and down above his middle, the hot sucking shelter of her fluid mouth like a vacuum syphoning the depths of his balls! Cumsville! That's what it was! Cumsville, and damned soon for him; he couldn't help himself! He'd never had anything like this! Slipping it into Kathy's tight little pussy was wild, he'd thought, but to have it sucked by a beautiful girl… a woman like Beth Durke…! Oh Christ, she was cupping his balls with one warm hand… gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, like as if she were milking them…!
"Uuunnngghhh… it's going to cum… pretty soon now…!" he groaned, feeling the hot, building torment deep in his groin and belly. "Y-You want my… my handkerchief…?"
"Uhn! Uhn…!" she negatively grunted around his glistening hardness stuffing her voraciously sucking mouth. And then, she began to work harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for! Holy shit! Was she going to let him shoot off right in there…?
Beth's excited belly and feverishly taxed loins were an inferno of intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act… thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his youth and her forbidden seduction of him could fire to such a heated point. The delicious, sweet raciness of his virile teenage cock was sweeping her toward the wildest orgasm she could possibly have imagined! She almost smiled… did, inwardly, at the offer of his hanky. God, what did he think she was madly working her ass off for, if not the gushing hotness of his boy-jism flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? Ooohhh, just the lust-pleasing thought was enough!
The ardently sucking young wife, masochistic sensations churning inside her at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, reached down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to insert a soothing finger into the sensitive wet flesh between her swollen cunt-lips!
Oooooo… it felt so good! The blonde, near-naked beauty passionately tensed to the caressing strokes of her own outstretched finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clitoris as more intensified feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body! Oooo… so beautiful… if only it could go on forever…! But God, she had to hurry now… Jay would be coming home… and he just might not understand…!
Jerry Adams gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the blonde-haired young wife sucking him off, his young brain enveloped in a semi-coma of youthful lust. She was still warmly milking his balls with her little white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every upsuck! He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, pushing the wetly glistening rod of hardness up and into her lust-contorted, beautiful face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder! He saw her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own cunt! Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then she was nipping his sensitive head with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with new sensations! Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her scraping suck and a plum purple at its smooth rubbery tip! Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of it vanished between her moistened lips, his cock-head going right back into her hungrily working throat!
Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock-knob vibrate and jerk like a bell to its clapper! He squeezed and pulled at the soft pliant flesh of her breast, those nipple-hardened full warm mounds and then he sensed it… the gnawing rage deep in his balls!
He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he could see her lovely, perspiring face stuffed full with his wetly glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious lips being pulled out, their moist inner-flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating penis as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her obscene sucking! He shoved his loins up tighter to her eager face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out…!
"Aagghhh… here… here! Fuck! It's cumming, Mrs… Suck it…! Oooohhhh…!" he blurted, writhing his lean young hips as he tangled his hands in her long, dangling tresses to hold her there, while the boiling sperm erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her voraciously sucking mouth!
His frantic teenage cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding Beth's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy sperm which bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt! Passionately, she swallowed, moaning around his pumping young cock as her fingers furiously fucking into her widespread cunt set off her own insane climax! She plunged her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her feverish pussy! In complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clitoris while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his deflating hardness… at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips…
"I-I'll take that handkerchief now, Jerry," she half-whispered, her exposed naked body revealed to him, her full, pointed breasts rising and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm.
He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her sultry green eyes level with his in an unashamed, open expression as they reached his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too! Man, she was some girl, all right… the kind a guy could fall ass over tea-kettle in love with! She was beautiful… all of her… every inch…!
"The handkerchief, darling?" she repeated, smiling slightly with lips glistening with his very own jism! Clumsily, he fumbled with his lowered pants, trying to get into a pocket, then handing it to her.
She stood and drew Jay's jacket around her once more, brushing at her lips with the boy's handkerchief, a thousand thoughts still fierily racing through her mind. At last, she said: "My husband is due home any second, darling. But there'll be other times… won't there?"
"I… I hope so," the young teenager stammered, his clothes straightened.
She tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, then leaned close, kissing him on the mouth. "Our secret, Jerry darling…?" she throatily whispered.
"Yeah… you bet it is, Mrs… Beth!" he answered, suddenly looking very tall and broad to her… yes, and quite proud as he smiled back before going out the door.
It occurred to her then that she'd just made a man of a boy…!