The moment Kate drove into the driveway after coming from the Grange Hall she saw that Cole's pick-up was gone. Gone again to that woman! Her nerves were already shot and she felt them tighten even more. After their neighboring ranch foreman, Sandy Gayman, had forced himself between her nakedly spread legs down by the pond and emptied his passion into her she had come wearily back to the house, showered, and slept for the rest of the afternoon. A sleep that was like the sleep of the dead. Then she'd rushed around making a huge dinner, baked the blackberry pies, and did the last minute things she did every day to feed a lot of mouths. She was feeling shaken but composed enough to be just coolly silent with Cole when he finally came in. Every time the guilt had begun gnawing at her vitals she'd looked at her husband and remembered what he had done with the Meacham girl, and what she herself had done with Sandy. Thank God there'd been the Grange Hall to decorate. This had been one evening she couldn't possibly have spent at home… not after what had happened. All the way home from the Grange with Eric she'd wondered how she was going to face Cole. Now that he was gone she could be relieved and angry at the same time.
Work, she told herself, as she marched into the kitchen. Get the pies done. You'll be so tired by then you can fall into bed and not think. She looked up at Eric lounging in the doorway as she got the flour and sugar and pie pans out of the cupboard. "Don't you want to watch television?" she asked.
"Rather stay here with you, Mrs. Sutherland."
"How about letter writing. Don't you have a girl back home?"
"Never even had a date… maybe if I could find one like you…" He looked down at her shyly.
She smiled. "Well, you look around a little and you'll soon find someone. Meanwhile, you can help me with the pies. How about peeling some apples?"
The giant blonde youth seemed pathetically grateful to be allowed to help, and Kate's heart went out to him. He was so nice… a nice clean-cut boy. Then she forgot all about him as she began reliving the scene in the blackberry thicket.
"You worried about something?" Eric asked as he stood by the sink, washing the apples.
Kate looked up startled, her hands covered with flour. The big breadboard was covered with pastry rings she was rolling out. "Why… oh, I don't know, Eric. I guess we all have worries from time to time…"
"I think maybe our being here, I mean Angel and me… may have caused you some trouble with Mr. Sutherland. He seemed like… well, he keeps going off. I mean, it doesn't seem natural, seeing as how he's been gone so long. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble. You've been so good to me. I'd like to live here… just stay here forever."
"That's sweet of you, Eric. I'm glad you like the ranch so much. As for Cole… well, he's busy and he had a lot on his mind. That Limousin bull cost an awful lot of money and he's just worried, I'm sure." Why was she reassuring the boy, she wondered. He couldn't really care one way or the other. But she knew it was herself she was reassuring.
Eric turned to her and looked straight into her eyes boldly. "It's not the ranch I like so much, Mrs. Sutherland. It's you. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met," he ended softly.
"Oh… well… you'll find a wonderful girl – someday, Eric… After all, you just needed some mothering and… that's the one thing I seem to be good at," she ended, her voice dying away in her own reverie, her brows knitting in confusion.
"You're good at everything!" Eric protested fervently. "You're kind and good and… I can't stand it when you're unhappy!"
Kate looked at the blonde giant of a boy, touched that he saw such saintly qualities in her. It was more his age than anything else. At eighteen everything was either terribly good or terribly bad. All black and white. No compromises, no grey areas. Yet, she knew that life was mostly made up of the grey… with very few really black or really white moments. She thought guiltily of this afternoon with Sandy… so charcoal grey as to be black… but so pale and beautiful as to be almost white. Oh God… what a mess she'd made of things! Kind and good Eric said… and he believed it, his eyes blazing loyally. She could never be good again. She was an adulteress! No matter how she tried to justify it… that's precisely what she was!
"You're good and wonderful," he repeated, persisting.
"Don't say that!" she admonished sharply, rolling the dough energetically.
"Say what? That you're good… that you're unhappy… that I…"
"Oh, stop it, Eric! I can't stand it. I'm not good! I'm anything but!"
"You were crying this afternoon. I saw your eyes when I came in. Whoever it was made you cry… I'd like to kill them!"
"Please Eric!"
"If you were my wife, I would!" he insisted stubbornly.
Kate steadfastly refused to discuss it any more. When the pies were finally done, it was almost midnight. Cole hadn't called and she kept listening, but no sound of a car. Her nerves were pretty shot. Eric's talk about her goodness had unnerved her and brought back the afternoon's guilt ten fold.
"It's terribly late. I think I'll turn in. You'd better get some sleep, Eric."
"But the pies… don't they have to cool and be put in the freezer?" he asked desperately, trying to think of some excuse to keep her with him a little while longer. It was the first time he'd had a chance to really be alone with her for more than a few minutes.
"I can do that in the morning. Put out the lights except for the office light, will you?"
"Mrs. – Mrs. Sutherland…?" There was a plea in his voice that made Cole's wife turn at the foot of the stairs.
"What is it, Eric?"
"Would you come downstairs for a second; there's something I want to show you."
"Can't you show me tomorrow? I'm terribly tired."
"It can't wait, Mrs. Sutherland." His handsome young face was agonizingly earnest and he seemed quite desperate… as though he were hurting inside.
In the bunk room downstairs, Kate turned to him wearily. "All right, Eric. What is it you want to show me?"
His whole body was tensed to the breaking point. Somehow he had to do it. He had to find the courage. With no warning, he forced himself to reach out and grab her, crushing her beautiful body to him and finding her lips awkwardly. She smelled of apple pies and a delicate flowery perfume and her lips were soft and full under his. A surge of power went through him! He was kissing her! Jesus! He actually was kissing her!
Kate gasped as she felt his arms go around her, pulling her against his hard young powerful body. His lips were soft and then desperately hard and passionate. Oh God! She should have guessed. He had a terrible case of puppy love! How stupid of her not to see it. She knew how damaging her laughter could be to him at such a vulnerable age. He was feeling everything so acutely. It hadn't been that long since she had been a teenager and she remembered vividly the agonies of adolescence.
She pulled away gently. "Eric, no… you'll find a girl your own age…"
"I don't want a girl my own age. I want you. Oh, Kate…!" His brain felt as though it were going to explode! He'd kissed her and for a moment, just a moment, she'd kissed him back! Oh, Jesus, his whole groin was on fire! It had never been so bad! A strangled whimper tore out his chest and he pulled her to him roughly, pressing her whole delectable body into his, feeling the fleshy fullness of her soft breasts mash into his heaving chest. "Please, just let me kiss you again… I've never kissed a girl before."
Before Cole's wife could stop him, she was imprisoned in the young giant's powerfully muscled arms; his warmly eager mouth followed her twisting face till he caught her lips again. Moans were coming out his massive chest and in his eagerness he was almost whimpering in pain… the exquisite pain of holding this older woman in a deeply intimate embrace.
The first time, he had said. A surge of pity swept through Kate, remembering the agony and sweet need of being eighteen. And because of this, she responded unthinkingly, parting and softening her lips under his and wrapping her arms around the trembling young giant's slim-hipped waist. After all, it was only a kiss, and what harm can it do? She was totally unprepared for the boy's fervent reaction or for the strange thrill of forbidden excitement that abruptly shot through her gradually awakening body. I'd better stop him, she thought, then decided to give him just five more seconds. She started mentally counting the seconds, but only got to three before she stopped counting and tightened her arms around his waist.
"Oh, Kate," the boy moaned, "let me be good to you… let me love you. Mr. Sutherland doesn't care about you. He's awful to you and you're so wonderful. Let me be good to you… oh God!"
His hotly zealous young mouth was suddenly sliding down her throat, blazing a trail of sensation so wildly intense that Kate was stunned by its impact. Oh God! She knew she must stop him at once, but yet she felt an overpowering reluctance to break this ill-advised embrace. Kate could feel her nerves and skin deliciously tingling, and her suddenly hungry loins were beginning to ache. He was so hard and strong, and his young male body was setting her own wanton flesh alight! "Depraved slut," she mentally told herself. Letting a young boy like this kiss her… leading him on… being too nice to him… using him as a decoy to get her way with Cole about adopting a child! She must be mad! Her head was whirling and her bones were turning to jelly as the young boy held her crushed against his huge maleness.
"Stop… no, Eric… it's wrong. Oh God… let me go… we mustn't… we can't!" she whispered, not moving her arms from around his waist.
"I'm never going to let you go… never… Oh, Kate!" Eric felt her beautiful lips open wide under his mouth, and thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern where he tasted her moans and womanly sweetness. Abruptly, kissing was no longer enough. He had to hold her big, wonderfully soft tits that were mashed against him! His hand timidly pressed between their bodies and closed over the heavy roundness that was her woman's flesh! Oh Christ! It was so hot and firm and full; he squeezed it hard, wanting to crush its loveliness to his watering mouth! Even through the cotton shirt and bra he could feel her rounded globe quiver in his hand, and the nipple growing hard and erect.
Kate moaned as she felt the boy's hand close over her breast in a rapturous clasp. His touch sent sensually thrilling licks of flame spiraling from her nipple outward, and the fire was setting her vagina ablaze as well! No! No! No! The word screamed inside her skull in an insistent shriek but her flesh was wantonly ignoring it, quaking and swaying under his clutching hands and tenderly fucking mouth! Oh God, she was a slut to let this teenage boy… to lead him astray… and yet… it was so sad that his young masculine giant's body was so deprived… that he'd never even kissed a girl before! There was a strange vanity in being the first… in initiating such a strong virile young bull! Oh God! Stop it! Stop thinking about it!
At last she tore her mouth away with a supreme effort. How could she even think such thoughts? Yet it had seemed so natural to kiss this handsome blonde giant who thought she was a saint! Saint? It was he who was the saint. Unsullied, virginal, clean… and strong. She was a slut… she knew that now… an abandoned harlot!
"Ohhh, Kate… I've never felt anything so good in my whole life… until now… Ohhhh, God… don't leave me… let me love you… I'll die if you don't… Please… ohhhh, please!"
Kate shook her chestnut hair, the breath gasping out her flared nostrils. She pushed hard against his great muscular chest. She had to escape this boy who had aroused her so violently. But physically he wasn't a boy… he was a man… a hard masculine, huge man!
"You're so sweet, so good… please don't leave me now… I can't stand it," he said, moaning into her hair.
"No, don't say that… I'm not good… I'm horrible… horrible to let a decent young boy like you kiss me and try to… Oh, Eric." Suddenly the tears came pouring out her eyes and the pain in her breast was a knife. "Can't you see that I'm just a… a rotten whore… or worse… Oh God… let me go!" Her head came down in her hands, and all the anguish and frustration and hurt came pouring out in scalding tears on her tightly clenched fingers.
Eric looked at her agony and made up his mind. It was as though something snapped into place inside him; he wouldn't ask her now. He would tell her! In one swift motion he bent and lifted her in his arms and turned toward his bunk. His cock was painfully beating, a huge enlarged second heart inside his tight Levi's, and every step was agony. He laid her gently on his bed. "Don't cry, Kate… it's all right, darling… shhh," he crooned to her softly, as he tore his clothes off and with shaking fingers swiftly unbuttoned her shirt. She lay sobbing as if her heart were splitting in two.
The young boy sat naked on the bed, his massive prick upstanding like a stone phallus except that it quivered and beat and was impatiently seeping at the tip of its swollen head. He lifted his boss' limply sobbing wife by the shoulders and pulled her blouse gently from her shaking shoulders, unhooking her bra as he went, whispering and kissing her while he worked. As her suntanned breasts popped free, his breath wadded painfully in his chest! Jesus! It was okay to look at tits in a magazine, but pictures couldn't begin to capture the warmth and lusciousness of the real thing. In reverence, both his enormous hands came out to gently cup them, and the warmly silken weights were heavy and beautiful in his hands. "Ohhhhh, God, Kate," he breathed, and burrowed his face between the heatedly trembling mounds, using his hands to scrape them against each side of his face.
Kate felt the sandpaper contact of Eric's beard stubble between her heaving breasts, and she moaned as wildly racing, jagged streaks of ecstasy began flashing across her quaking body! She felt as though her head was a mass of crossed signals and confused connections! The feel of the ardent young mouth between her breasts sent scintillating sensations raging through her, and strangely enough within the last three or four minutes, she no longer cared whether this was right or wrong.
She was already an adulteress, had already hit the bottom layer of hell… how much farther could she sink?
Her arms went out of their own volition and held the young boy close against her shaking breasts, and she lay for long minutes running her hands down his heavy muscled, brute-strong young back. She listened to his anguished whimpering and felt his hot hungry breath burning against her naked flesh, and felt sorry for him because he had never even held a woman in his arms before. Well, then, let him see it all, let him…
Kate dug down and found her skirt zipper. Frantically she jerked the skirt down and kicked it off her feet; then she arched her back, lifting her hips, and peeled the soft flimsy whiteness of her panties down.
Eric sat up, the breath coming out his mouth now in great gulps like a beached fish, staring at her as she suddenly lay nakedly in all her curvaceous splendor on the bed before him. His expression was as if all the treasures of the earth were spread out for his taking. "Ohhhh, Gooooddddd, Kate… you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Slowly, as if in a trance; Kate held up her arms to the young boy, her eyes holding his locked. With a deep groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly enclosed her breast, and she jerked and arched her chest up to it fiercely. Young, but oh so good…
"Yesss, Eric, darling… Yesss," she hissed, feeling her full, firmly matured tits swelling even greater under his greedily devouring mouth. Ohhh God… whore, slut, harlot, Jezebel! She called herself every dirty name she could remember, but they were only words and words no longer mattered with her flesh in such fiery rapture!
The young boy sucked the warm silken nipple into his watering mouth, and he thought surely heaven was within his grasp! Kate! His woman… his first… he was going to have his first woman! He was going to be a man at last! No shit from anybody anymore… He was going to be a man!
He could feel her respond and arch against his exploring mouth as his hands slid down the satin sides to her gently quivering thighs. It was every schoolboy's dream… all the wet dreams he had ever had rolled into one… only it was real… real and here and now! No boy anymore! A man!
Sucking strongly on the throbbingly erect nipple standing at attention, Eric felt as though he were worshipping at the shrine… it was a ritual… gaining his manhood and it was an act of charity… Kate was giving him the priceless gift! He didn't have to ask now! He would take… take her passionately, gluttonously!
Kate pulled the boy closer into the bed beside her, his mouth still heatedly attached to her heaving breast, his tongue pulling and sucking and slathering, drawing the very soul out through her abandoned flesh that rapturously writhed and vibrated to his every touch! The heat of his hot male body was burning through her whole side, and she could feel his massively pulsating instrument – that gigantic, rigid, velvet-skinned cock – pressed into her flesh like a fiery brand! It was burning straight through her body! She marveled at the instinct that led him to her flowing breast like a parched man to a hidden spring.
"Ohhh, Kate… Christ…! You're the most beautiful… OHHHHH… Jesus," Eric moaned, as his eagerly seeking mouth moved over to the neglected breast and his big hands began kneading the glistening softness of the other tit. His wildly throbbing cock was jerking like a wild beast, blinded and starving and enraged, so blood-engorged that it had swelled to monstrous size as it pounded at the woman's satin-skinned hip. He wanted to devour Kate whole, eat her alive! His tongue shot out and began hotly licking her shivering nipple hard as a chipped diamond and glistening with his saliva, until it shone like a polished marble stone sculpture!
Whimpering, Kate reached down and found the mammoth fleshy organ along her hip and enclosed it softly in her hand. It jerked and pulsed like a thing alive… so huge and questing that she could hardly hold its immensity! Oh God! She squeezed. It was as hard and rigid as steel… a steel rod that was going to ram her to heaven and back!
The first contact between her wonderfully warm hand and fingers on his aching cock sent the young boy rising almost off the narrow bunk! "Goddd… Oh, Goddddd!" Instinctively, he thrust forward in her hand, feeling the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her tightly gripping fingers.
"Eric, it's beautiful," she crooned, "a big beautiful hard cock."
The lewd words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them. Oh God… she was truly depraved, depraved and lost, and her wanton body was leading her into even more wicked actions. It was as though once lost, she kept sinking into the depths of a lurid lust that controlled her, body and soul. Shivering streaks of hungry anticipation streamed through her heated flesh at the touch and feel of the young teenaged body lying beside her. Her pelvis had begun to frantically undulate, and her filled and straining breasts were on fire from his instinctively sucking mouth. Ooooooh God, she had to have it!
"Oh, Kate. Can I… Can I… I…" he whispered, afraid to voice his request, and in his youthful innocence unsure of what to do next with this experienced and beautiful woman.
"Ooooooh, yesss, come here, Eric, my baby!" Kate purred as she took his trembling hand and placed it over the soft resilient curls of her warmly quivering vaginal mound. Automatically her hips began moving in impatient little circles. "Feel here…" She guided his outstretched middle finger to her gently pulsating cuntal lips and let him feel the moistly heated love juice seeping from within her depths.
"Oh Jesus! You're all wet there… All slippery and hot and wet… Ohhhh… Kate!"
His finger needed no more guidance but went exploring on its own, sliding the tip of his middle finger up and down the swollen thinly bearded slot of her lust-enflamed pussy. At his touch, more and more lubricant flowed out of her heated cunt until a small viscous stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth inner thighs.
Suddenly Eric sat up and looked down over the voluptuously naked body of the older woman laid out for him in offering. He saw the full fleshy mountains of her wondrously quivering tits, the smooth taut plain of her rippling belly, the "V" shaped forest of her softly curling chestnut pussy hair, and the fertile "Y" of her eagerly trembling thighs. He watched his own hand exploring the warm cuntal cavern up between her firm legs; this was the promised land of his own manhood test… a battle ground where both opponents would emerge victorious. A great surge of restless hunger shook him, and he groaned as he leaned down to kiss the moistly puckering pussy mouth.
Kate felt the boy's hot mouth gently and tenderly kissing her heated vaginal lips. It was too unbelievably exquisite to be true. "Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned loudly, lifting her knees and wantonly spreading her thighs, "yessss that's it, Eric… kiss me there… suck it… ohhhhh… shove your tongue in there… hurry! Aaaagggghhh!"
Eric heard her lewd mewlings and they freed him to do what he wanted to do. His eager tongue tasted the slippery syruped moisture of the heatedly quaking flesh between her legs and then curled and snaked into the perfumed depths of her pussy. "Mmmmmmm… mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Beeeeee-u-teefullllll!" It was an obscene shriek of forbidden rapture.
Kate did not know what had prompted her to order the young boy to lick her pussy that way… she only knew it had to be. Cole had begged her to let him for years, but somehow it had always seemed so animal, so beastly, so depraved… and now she knew why he wanted to… it was the most glorious feeling she could ever remember… that hot stiffened young boy's tongue ramming into her seething vaginal depths in the ages old primeval oral fucking that even the ancients had extolled.
Oh, what a fool she'd been… what a stupid priggish fool! She was beginning to understand why her husband had gone to another woman. She must have seemed so puritanical and stiff and rigid to Cole who knew what delights were to be had this way. Her hips arched up closer to Eric's beautifully kissing, probing, sucking mouth. It was driving her crazy!
"That's itttt… suck it, Eric… suck my cunt… suckkkkkkkk itttt… Loverrrrr…!"
The young boy lapped and drank from the warmly welling pussy spring like a dying man finding precious water in the desert! He wanted to bury his whole face in the heatedly clasping cunt and dive in after it! It never occurred to him that it might be a lurid and secret way to make love. If Kate wanted it… it had to be good… and it was good beyond his wildest dreams. It was actually happening… all of it was real, and he wouldn't wake shaking and unfulfilled as he did every night, the bedclothes sticky with the dreaming cum that shot out of his prick in his sleep.
Through the seething maelstrom of her obscene lust, Kate felt her own mouth beginning to water as she thought of a way to repay the young boy.
"Oh God, Eric, give me your cock… turn around," she panted, the breath lurching through her tortured lungs in great gasps. "Up there, where I can suck it for you… oh, give it to me, lover… put your great big beautiful cock in my mouth… I want to suck it!" The crazed words, lusting and lewd, came out her mouth with an advance warning in her head… but once said, she was glad and knew she wanted it… she wanted that virile young cock flesh pulsating deep in her throat… while his mouth sucked her pussy alive and screaming!
Reaching up, Kate impatiently pulled the strong hairy thighs over her head and saw the jutting immensity of his fantastically hard shaft throbbing like a stallion's only inches from her face.
Oh God! She wanted it, wanted to lick his masculine young pre-cum from the tiny hole at the tip of the velvet-textured head, wanted to taste the boy's liquid love seeping out for her. Lifting her face up to it, she fervently kissed the jerking head right on the end and then ovaled her hotly glistening lips wide to slip them up and enclose it warmly and wetly in her already hungrily sucking mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh… oh, Kattttteeeee," Eric screamed into her wide-open pussy, his mouth blowing his words into her open cunt in hot, incredibly sensual, blasts. The feel of her warm, saliva filled mouth around the head of his almost bursting cock, sent the boy crazy with lust. The fire of need was in him and spreading so fast he was going to cum before he could ever get to fuck her at all!
Kate's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the fantastic thickness and length of the rigidly throbbing hardness as she frantically began using her tongue around the hotly swollen tip and sensitive underside. Her cheeks hollowed and she began a fierce sucking, alternating the sucking with gentle nibbles and swipes of her tongue. She felt his fevered return to her vagina and his vigorously worming tongue driving in so deeply. Her hands reached up and found his buttocks, hard and muscle-fretted to iron slabs of strength and, pulling urgently, she forced the boy's powerfully pulsating staff deeper into her willing throat. She could feel the soft curling blonde pubic hair tickling against her nose as she struggled to get the whole of his warmly throbbing cock into her cum-hungering throat! She wanted… she wanted to taste all of him, and love him, and give him his first beautiful experience. She wanted to burn herself into his memory so that all consequent experiences with women would be tinged with her presence! He would always remember her. She was giving him a fiery birth – a new life – his first.
Eric soon realized that a rhythm had developed, his tongue shooting into the sweetly heated depths of his boss's wife's hotly quivering pussy, while her wet worshipful mouth sucked and tried to swallow his painfully beating prick! Christ! If this kept up he was going to shoot off before they really got started! He could feel the drawing in of his balls, the swollen pressure almost bursting them already! How could he possibly hold back…? How, when her soft lips and warm, wet mouth were sucking and loving him beyond his wildest dreams.
Scouring the whole of her cunt like a gluttonous bee searching for honey, the boy could feel her jerk and moan around his stiff prick; so stuffed into her mouth that even her moans were muffled to oblivion! Her beautiful soft throat was stabbed with his pulsating fullness and it was going to drain him! Oh God! Was he supposed to let go right in her mouth? He didn't know. She'd drown if he did! But the thought of shooting his steaming load of pent-up cum into the back of her throat and down into her beautifully smooth belly was driving him insane. Oh God, he wanted to… He had to…
Kate's hotly watering mouth began working even more vigorously on the young boy's cock as she sensed he was close to orgasm. She tightened her lips around it and then began bobbing her head, stretching her mouth up and down its long pulsating length; her tongue flicked provocatively along the corded ridge on the underside and then swirled experimentally around the huge seeping head.
"… Godddddd… Honeeyyyyyyy!" Eric groaned, his head coming up for a moment from the violently quivering depths of her succulent tasting pussy. The exquisite feel of Kate's tongue on his rampaging cock drove him right up the wall! He had to let her know; he couldn't cum in her mouth! The boy arched his back and attempted to pull his prick from her wetly laboring mouth. "I'm close to cumming," he said.
There was no answer from Kate; she loved the feel and the taste of young Eric's warm fleshy rod in her throat. She simply reached up and using the softness of his sperm-loaded testicles as a handle, pulled the prick even deeper into her mouth. Her saliva flowed freely, mixing with his pre-cum seminal secretions, and she lapped hotly, voraciously at the male pungency as she made a strong, rounded vacuum with her lips. She sucked harder than before, and almost at once she felt Eric arch and cry out in wonder.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh… I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiinnnnnggggg… aaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa!"
Eric felt the dam give and the whole pressurized boiling cauldron of his balls began shooting down the wildly throbbing length of his penis sunk so deeply in Mistress of the house's desperately sucking mouth. The heavy, animal-like sounds coming out his throat were an unintelligible tribute to his first orgasm and this woman's soft, beautiful mouth! It was his first shared orgasm of any kind…! And the singular jacking off seemed a pale substitute for the real thing! The great nozzle of his spewing cock went on and on and the rapturous ecstasy spurted hotly… Deeply… into the ovally rounded circle of her tightly locked lips.
Kate wasn't ready for his tremendous pulsating eruption that flowed heatedly deep into her desperately working throat, and she choked and sputtered and gagged at first. Her mouth filled and overflowed with the teenage boy's creamy white cum and in desperation she swallowed to keep from drowning! On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she voraciously gulped. Oh God! Her Adam's apple bobbed lewdly as she tried to swallow it all, for there was a great sense of pride and accomplishment at taking it all. She wanted his fresh, virile young semen in her body! She wanted it all… deep inside her belly!
Then it was over and the heavily breathing boy collapsed beside her, his eyes closed, his head pillowed on her breast, one thigh flung across her slender tanned legs. Gradually, he eased back to earth on a cloud that hit with a great thud, and he must have dozed off momentarily for he couldn't recall how he came to be beside Mr. Sutherland's wife and holding her so close and half under him. Then he remembered. He was a man… by God! His body felt lethargically alive and alert and the fabulous warmth of a good woman lying in his arms seeped into his very bones!
Kate's hand stole out to touch the young man's cock lying over her thigh, and she picked it up and held it like a wounded bird, cupping it gently and squeezing it very softly. Immediately it responded and came alive. My God! It started to get hard again! Ah, youth… youth… he was a beautiful youth, too. His hugeness contrasted with her fragilely rounded curves, and, as she looked down at his hard young body, she felt her unsatisfied vagina restlessly twitching in hunger. Her hand began moving the still wet foreskin back and forth, and felt powerful new life surge into the rapidly growing flesh. She whispered, "It's getting hard again, Eric!"
The young man, and he was a man now, masterfully turned her face to him and fiercely kissed her, pressing her naked beauty into his as though he would never get enough of her lush ripeness. His tongue, with only a little practice now, thrust aggressively into Kate's waiting mouth and she accepted it gratefully.
Eric moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his own orgasm there still lingering in Kate's mouth! The thought drove him wild! Oh, God, he couldn't let her go… never… He had to have this woman… nothing and no one else would do! His penis was growing huge again and throbbing already just from holding her voluptuous nakedness against his own hard nudity. He had to have her again… and this time he wanted to shove the length of his rigid prick straight into that pulsing little pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Eric…" Kate breathed. "Ohhhh, please. It's hard enough." She pulled him over her and spread her trembling legs out wide to cradle his immense, hard young body. "Put your cock in me, Eric darling, put your huge beautiful prick straight into my vagina… I'm dying."
"God, yes… Oh, Kate, darling… You're so sweet… so good… so good for me… my sweet good Kate!"
Dimly Kate thought there were different kinds of good as she felt the massive log of Eric's excitedly jerking young cock slide into her wildly thrilled cunt, filling her lonely belly so completely… and so well… Different kinds of good… Gooood… Goooood… Goooooood…!