It was after ten-thirty in the morning, and Linda Turner was still lying naked on her bed. The top sheet was kicked down and her bare knees were drawn back up against her big creamy tits while her middle finger was moving deliciously around in the hot moistness of her super-horny slit. Her long black hair was cascading over the pillow as her half-closed smoky-gray eyes stared dreamily into space. She was having visions of big, luscious cocks and lusty, hairy balls. With her finger moving sensuously around in her dripping hot cunt, Linda was fantasizing about plump, meaty dongs. From the time she was first laid at the tender age of twelve, Linda's consuming interest in fucking had gown more intense with every year and now, at thirty, cocks had become an obsession with the beautiful woman.
At the age of seventeen, she'd been knocked up by her present husband, Don Turner. Don had been thirty-eight at the time and now, in his early fifties, he no longer had the sex-drive to keep up with Linda's insatiable lust. Don was a good provider and they both loved Jill, their pretty eighteen-year-old daughter very much, so Linda tried desperately to make the marriage work. Because of Don's inability to keep her sexually satisfied, Linda depended on other men for her sex life. Linda wasn't even discriminating about her fuck-mates, who included the postman, delivery men, any repairman or salesman that came to the door and a few of her friend's husbands who discreetly visited her when their wives were out shopping. Linda's ever-ready cunt would usually relieve two or three eager cocks a day.
This morning she was resorting to masturbation out of necessity. It was a Monday and her husband had been home the entire weekend, and after forty-eight hours of no sexual release the woman was desperate. She'd remained in bed this morning hoping that Ted Murray, the man next door, would drop in for his usual Monday morning fuck, but when Linda saw him drive away with his wife, she decided to finger herself as a last resort.
It pissed her off that she had to resort to masturbation when she was such a sexually attractive woman. Men always took a second look at Linda when she walked down the street. She wore her dark hair in a pageboy style with straight bangs that stopped just above her smoldering gray eyes. Her hair was a beautiful contrast against her creamy-white complexion, and the woman's deliciously rounded figure was the envy of most teen-aged girls.
Her thoughts turned to her daughter, Jill, as she lay on the bed dreamily moving her finger around in the warm juicy depths of her lust-swollen slit. She often wondered if her lovely eighteen-year-old daughter had ever been fucked. The thought of a young boy sliding his cock in and out of Jill's twat always gave Linda a vicarious thrill. She remembered her own first fuck when she'd been a year younger than Jill, and it was one of her most cherished memories. Linda had only been sixteen years old when a neighborhood boy of seventeen had talked her into taking her panties off for him. She hadn't even been completely aware of what he was up to until he slipped his stiff young cock into her virginal cunt, but she would never forget the rapture and joy of that very first fuck. She hadn't dreamed that anything could feel so good, and from that time on, the only thing she really lived for was the heavenly feeling of a stiff prick filling her always hungry pussy.
It was probably a deep-seated desire to re-live that glorious sexual experience that caused Linda to fantasize about her daughter whenever the woman masturbated. It really turned Linda on to close her eyes and visualize a young boy's stiff prick plunging in and out of Jill's cute pussy. Linda had often wanted to ask the girl if she was fucking around with boys, but because of Jill's shyness, she had never brought up the subject. She was aware that her daughter had sexual urges, as she had once walked into the girl's room and found the girl lying on her bed, masturbating. Linda had quickly exited from the room before Jill could notice her, but since that time, the mother had often thought about it, and wondered if the girl had started fucking.
Frantically fingering herself, Linda was writhing around on the bed with vivid visions of a stiff young dick pumping into her daughter's twat when her activities were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Thinking that Ted Murray had dropped his wife downtown and was returning for his Monday morning fuck, Linda hopped out of bed and slipped quickly into a short housecoat. She didn't bother to close the front of it as she wanted Ted to get a good look at her thick, silky-black bush when she first opened the door.
She was startled to see Terry McGuire, their eighteen-year-old paper boy, standing there staring bug-eyed at her blatantly exposed punt.
"What do you want?" she snapped in an irritated voice as she pulled the front of her gown together.
"I'm collecting for the paper," he stammered, his blushing cheeks even brighter than his red hair and freckles.
"Come on in," she sighed disgustedly. "Let me see if I have any money in the house."
The boy stepped inside and nervously closed the door behind him as the woman left the room in search of her handbag. Rummaging around in it for money, Linda began smiling to herself, thinking of the wild expression on the teen's face as he stared at her cunt.
"The horny bastard," she giggled under her breath as she searched through the bag.
Returning to the living worn with the money, Linda wondered if Terry McGuire was standing there with a hard-on. Linda could see no indication of it when she glanced down at his fly, but thinking about the teen's prick had strangely excited her. The boy's face was still a bright red as Linda stood in front of him, slowly counting the money with the front of her gown once more fully open. She was very much aware that the boy's eyes were riveted on her soft furry mound.
"Would you like a Coke or something before you leave," she smiled, handing him the bills she'd counted.
"No thanks," he blurted out nervously. "I've gotta go."
"What's your big rush?" Linda asked.
"Nuthin'," Terry stammered. "But I'm awful late."
"Come on," she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders. "It's lonesome all by myself. Please stay for a drink."
"I just can't, Mrs. Turner," the youth mumbled, turning toward the door.
"Terry," she giggled, "don't you like to look at my pussy?"
"It's not that." He blushed harder than ever. "I've just gotta go."
"Okay," she smiled. "But will you help me for a second before you leave?"
"I guess so," was his nervous reply. "What do you want me to do?"
"Will you please change a light bulb for me in the kitchen?"
"Sure," he muttered. "I guess so."
"I don't have a ladder," she smiled when they entered the kitchen area. "You'll have to stand on a chair, but I'll steady it for you."
While he was up on the chair changing the bulb, Linda gently placed her hands on his leg.
"Now don't slip and fall," she said, moving her hand slowly up the boy's inner thigh. "Ill hold you steady."
A wild flame shot through the woman's excited twat when her probing fingers touched his cock through the material of his tight jeans. As she'd hoped, the young boy's dick was as stiff as a board.
"Oh, Terry," she giggled, "you've got a hard-on."
"Please, Mrs. Turner," he said in a nervous voice, his body shaking like a leaf. "Please don't touch me there."
"Don't you like it?" she whispered.
"It feels funny."
"Doesn't it feel good?" she smiled up at him as her fingers were now gently squeezing and massaging the bone-hard lump in his pants.
"Sorta."
"Most young men late to have women play with their cocks," she giggled, lowering the zipper on the defenseless boy's pants.
Terry thought he'd shit when he felt the woman's cool soft fingers close around his lurching prick as she gently brought it out through the open fly.
"God, that's a neat cock," she whispered, teasing his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head of his throbbing prick.
When he'd finished changing the light bulb, Linda still clung to his excited dick as he stepped down from the chair.
"Please, Mrs. Turner," he said in a weak voice, "I've really gotta go."
"Wouldn't you like me to jack you off first?" Linda smiled, pumping on his hard meat at a more rapid pace. "I love to jack off boys with nice hard cocks."
"Are you serious?" he asked, suddenly excited at the thought of being jacked off by a woman.
"Terry," she whispered, as she continued stroking his dong, "if you'll come into my bedroom with me, I'll do neat things to you that you'll never forget."
"Like what?"
"That's a surprise," Linda giggled. "Just follow me."
With all the boy's fear and resistance gone, the horny housewife led him into her bedroom.
"Now take off your clothes," she smiled, removing her housecoat.
"All of them?" the boy asked.
"Yes, honey, every fuckin' stitch of them." The young boy was startled to hear Mrs. Turner using dirty words, but the thing that really blew his mind was the sight of her creamy, naked body with the big bush of thick black hair between her legs. This was the first time that he had ever seen a woman completely undressed. He'd often masturbated while looking at pictures of big-titted girls in Penthouse, and he'd managed to sort of fingerfuck two or three girls, but this was the first time he'd ever seen a real live woman naked.
"D'ya like my pussy?" she smiled, noting how excitedly the boy was staring at it.
"Shit, yes," Terry gasped.
"Would you like to touch it?" Linda whispered.
"Sure."
"Then take your clothes off," giggled the woman. "You can touch it when you're undressed."
Within a matter of seconds, Terry was standing completely nude in front of Linda.
The woman had almost forgotten how stiff and exciting a young boy's cock could look. His smooth, hard, ivory-colored prick-shaft curved deliciously to the left, capped by an exciting rose-colored cock-head that was just begging to be sucked and licked. It wasn't as big as the average man's thick gnarly cock, but there was a sleek hardness to it that sent her hot cunt juices oozing wetly from between her quivering cunt-lips.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Linda drew him toward her until the naked boy was standing between her creamy, open thighs.
"God, Terry," she whispered, taking his smooth cock between her fingers and rubbing the hot stiffness of it against her warm cheeks. "That's a neat cock."
The boy could hardly believe it as she rubbed his dong through her thick black hair, under her chin, against her neck and back to her soft cheeks again.
"Oh, jeez," he panted when she bent his stiff shaft down and began rubbing the head of his cock against her hard, swollen nipples. It felt like his trembling hard prick would explode with joy as her erect tit-buds teased against the sensitive underside of his bunting glans.
Placing his hard boner in the deep warm valley between her big luscious boobs, Linda cupped Terry warmly around the entire length of his shaft.
"D'ya like that?" she whispered to him as she began moving her tits up and down over his entrapped cock.
"Shit yes," he gasped, staring down at his prick buried between the woman's rising and falling jugs. He could see his pink cock-head peek out between them at the end of every lurch.
Linda knew that Terry was nearly ready to shoot his load and she was just about to cover his knob with her mouth when the inexperienced youth exploded. His hot jizz suddenly spewed out of his cock against her neck, chest and tits. She was startled at the huge amount of fuck-cream that gushed and squirted out of his frantically jerking dick.
When the temporarily exhausted boy collapsed on the bed, Linda began scooping up the jizz from her body and licking it from her dripping fingers.
"Jesus Christ," Terry gasped, "Do you like the taste of that sticky shit?"
"Shit yes," she slurped, frantically sucking it into her mouth from her semen-drenched fingers. "I love it."
Pulling the naked boy into her arms a few moments later, Linda asked him if he'd like to finger her twat.
"God, yes," he beamed, reaching for the woman's hot, moist cunt.
"Okay," Linda smiled, grasping his hand and gently inserting the tip of his finger into her scalding slit.
"Jeez," he gasped, trembling with excitement at the feel of Linda's snatch. "It's so squishy and hot in there."
"It's supposed to feel squishy and hot," she giggled, forcing his finger deeper into her depraved fuck-hole. "That's why men love to put their cocks in it."
"Is fuckin' neat?" he suddenly asked. "Shit, yes," Linda laughed. "It's the neatest thing in the whole world. Haven't you ever fucked a girl?"
"Nope."
"Haven't you ever fucked my daughter?" she asked, hoping to get some information on her girl's activities.
"You mean Jill?" he asked, unable to believe what the woman was saying. "Shit, no!"
"Who fucks her?"
"Nobody," be replied. "Jill doesn't mess around with guys."
"Would they like to screw her?" Linda persisted. "I suppose so," he stammered, embarrassed by the question. "She's a real pretty girl."
"Would you like to fuck her?" The confused boy didn't answer. "Would you like to fuck me?" Linda whispered, toying with his rapidly growing prick.
"I guess so," he panted, once more excitedly plunging his finger in and out of the woman's hot, slippery cunt.
"Good," Linda giggled. "Because I'm dying to be fucked."
"But I don't know how," he muttered in a low voice.
"Don't worry about that," smiled the horny woman. "Screwin' just comes natural."
Releasing his now fully erect prick, Linda rolled onto her back and lewdly spread her smooth naked thighs, blatantly exposing her pink, juicy slit nestled in the moist bush of silky, black pussy hair.
"Crawl between my legs," she suggested, lifting her knees to make her dripping, hot cunt more available to his stiff cock. When the trembling boy had positioned himself as she'd directed, Linda reached down and gently grasped his cock, guiding it skillfully toward her hot cunt-mouth.
Terry let out a soft moan when he felt the slippery hot flesh of her cunt-lips rub deliciously against his trembling cock-head. He almost screamed with joy as he felt his quivering prick slide into the moist hotness of the woman's sucking cunt. Deeper and deeper it sank into her steaming fuck-hole, the intense pleasure increasing as it advanced.
"Oh, Terry," she whispered, clutching him tightly in her arms. "Your cock feels so fuckin' good. Christ, it's hard!"
Terry was almost out of his mind with the delicious feel of the woman's talented cunt muscles sucking and milking the full length of his buried prick-shaft. In his wildest imagination, Terry had never dreamed that a girl's cunt could feel so juicy and hot.
"Okay," Linda whispered after a few moments. "Start pumping your cock in and out."
The boy could hardly believe the delicious tingle that was racing up and down his quivering dong as it slid back and forth against the hot sucking tissues of the woman's grasping fuck-hole. Faster and faster he went, until he had the horny woman squealing with joy as she excitedly waved her legs around in the air.
"That's it, you sweet fucker," she cried, feeling the top ridge of his young bone-hard dick rubbing deliciously against her hard, swollen clitty. "Oh, yes, baby, that's the way to fuck, you sweet fucker."
With his youthful energy, the boy was thrusting at a rate of speed the woman had never thought possible. Terry's boy-sized prick wasn't filling her cunt the way she most enjoyed it, but the friction of his stiff dick against her quivering joy-button was driving the woman out of her mind. It was a wild new sensation that she'd never experienced before. Linda could hardly believe it when she felt her entire body tensing for an orgasm.
"Oh, Christ, honey," she shrieked. "Faster, baby! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm coming, baby… COMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG!"
Exploding into a bone-rattling climax, she felt the youth's fresh young jizz gushing out of his belching cock. It felt so deliciously hot as it sprayed against the convulsing walls of her hungry fuck-hole.
"God, that was nice," he whispered as the lovely woman held his trembling body in her arms. "I've never felt anything so neat in my life."
"It was wonderful for me, too," she smiled, looking into his beaming freckled face. "You're a great fucker."
"Can I fuck you again sometime?" he asked.
"You sure can," she grinned. "And how would you like to screw Jill?"
"Are you serious?" he questioned her with a disbelieving voice.
"I'm serious," was her answer. "Would you like to fuck Jill?"
"Shit, yes," be admitted. "But she wouldn't let me."
"Maybe I can talk her into it," Linda grinned. "Would you like that?"
"Jeez," he gasped. "Who wouldn't?"
"Okay," the woman smiled, lowering her mouth down over his limp dick. "After I've given you a few more lessons, I'll see what I can do about getting you and Jill together."