George was in the middle of some big insurance deal, and from day to day was hardly aware that I was alive. Oh, sure, he would have screamed plenty if I'd stopped washing his clothes and putting food on the table in front of him. But the same result would have occurred if he'd had a maid that quit unexpectedly.
As long as I didn't fuck somebody at the dinner table, George was too preoccupied to notice anything peculiar about me. Life with George could be handled with a few judiciously spaced "Yes dears," and that would take care of all the response he required or cared for from his wife. To George a wife was another utilitarian object like his car – as long as it didn't give him any trouble, he didn't pay any attention to it. He was the kind of man from whom indifference was a compliment, by his way of thinking.
Meanwhile, the children were giving me a wide berth as usual. They behaved like there were junior hotel guests, and I was the hotel management, desk clerk, chef, bellboy and chambermaid all rolled into one. Previously, the way my children ignored me had bothered me. But after the brush salesman helped me discover the fires raging within me, I started to see their indifference as a blessing, because it meant they would leave me alone to do the things I now realized I must do in order to keep my sanity.
Obviously, the only way for a housewife to keep from going out of her mind was through sex, sex, and more sex. The only way I could cancel out the humdrum nature of my lot as human dust mop for this family was to stop needlessly thwarting my sensuality, and start living out the fantasies that had been secretly brewing in the recesses of my mind for years.
I found myself craving only the most vigorous, stiffest cocks, pricks that could fuck me as long as I wanted without tiring. I'd had enough of popguns like George's that had one pitiful shot in them and then collapsed. To help satisfy my yearning I put an ad in the local paper for a teenager to mow our lawn, and waited with a chronic burning in my pussy for some results.
The day the ad appeared in the paper I stood on the porch of the house and looked at the empty street, hoping for the sight of a young man to take me up on my offer. I had no idea how long I stood there – time had a way of marching swiftly now that I was in the grip of cock-fever.
Then, just as I was getting ready to go back into the house, someone came weaving to the crest of the hill on a ten-speed bike.
He was blond, about five feet ten inches tall, and of medium build, brimming with the health and vigor of tireless youth, exactly what I wanted. As he strode toward the porch I sucked in air quickly. He had a decidedly sexy look about him that was quickly apparent to my yearning gaze.
He stopped just short of the first step of the porch, looked up at me and smiled pleasantly. He was, I thought, a very handsome teen. I tried my damndest not to let my mouth water so much that I'd scare him off.
"Hello," he said cheerfully. "I saw your ad in the paper. I'm looking for summer work, and mowing lawns is right up my alley."
I smiled down at him in just the right manner. Friendly without being too friendly… prettily without seeming too flirtatious… sensuously without permitting it to be brazen. "Come inside," I invited, trying to sound proper and conceal my churning, pussy-tightening emotions. "Let's talk about the terms."
"You mean I'm hired already," he said with a surprised grin. "Great!"
Tingling from his enthusiasm, I opened the door and beckoned for him to follow me into the house. I was glad that the air conditioning was on because it gave me a reason to close the door behind us, creating the privacy I craved for what I had in mind.
"Why don't you have a seat," I said to him, gesturing to a chair directly across from the sofa.
After he was seated I settled on the couch, taking care that my skirt crept up my shapely thighs so he couldn't help but get a good look at my charms. I was pleased as I took note of the quick movement of his eyes toward my legs. Then he flushed and breathed deeply, obviously conscious of the goodies I was just beginning to flash at him.
"Did you want me to work one day a week, or what?" he asked, apparently making a strong attempt to look me directly in the eyes and not permit himself to steal another glance at my exposed thighs. I thought he was too cute for words.
"Why don't you see how things work out today, and then we'll take it from there," I said. I kept my voice pitched low and alluring, sounding just inviting enough to keep him interested in more than merely mowing my lawn, but not attempting any out-and-out sexual innuendoes just yet. There were a few things I wanted to find out about him first before I came on so strong there would be no turning back.
He was nodding his head as he leaned forward, resting his tanned arms on his widely spread legs. Yes, there was more than a faint bulge in the crotch of his faded jeans. "I'd be glad to work as much and as often as you want me to, ma'am." He coughed slightly, obviously nervous. "I'll do anything to you, ma'am… Er, excuse me, I didn't say that right. I meant I'll do anything for you."
I leaned forward on purpose, carefully gauging my movements to slowly turn him on. It was a move designed to make my skirt creep up even higher on my thighs, and it worked. My skirt was now about as high as it would go. And since I had purposely left off my panties when I had dressed this morning, I knew the guy could see the beginning suggestion of my hairy, sopping cunt. It was just a matter of time.
From the expression on his face, he was not only aware of my bare pussy, he was quite excited about having seen it.
I teased him a little. "Is there something wrong?" My eyes were riveted on his. Then they slid down to the well of his crotch. His jeans were bulging more than ever.
"Uh… uh, no, ma'am," he stammered, fighting to keep himself under control. "Uh, by the way, my name is… my name is Ron Manning." He looked completely bewildered.
"Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself," I apologized. "I'm Mrs. Fredericks. Alice Fredericks."
He smiled nervously, revealing a sparkling row of white, healthy teeth. "I'll do a good job on you… I mean on your lawn, Mrs. Fredericks."
I pondered his two apparent slips of the tongue. Maybe he was sharper than I was giving him credit for. Was he perhaps playing a little game, too… with me?
I decided to find out. I'd make an overt statement, one that I could draw back from if necessary. "Ron," I said, "I'm sure you will do a good job… on…"
I glanced down at the carpet on purpose, but only for an instant – just long enough for him to register a reaction to my words, but still providing me the opportunity to glance back up at him quickly and catch his response.
The look on his face, I noted with pleasure and excitement, was one of complete and utter lust.
He was hooked!
I didn't bother to discuss the details of the so-called job. Instead, I asked him where he lived, the words tumbling out of my mouth rapidly so I could get the preliminaries out of the way. When he told me he lived in the adjoining suburb, I informed him he could have the job at ten dollars a day. Having taken care of this, I quickly stood up and lifted my skirt over my hips as if I were trying to straighten it. I held it just high enough far the bottom of the moist triangle of my cunt to briefly show, and then reluctantly allowed the skirt to drop back into place, feeling pussy juice trickle down my inner thighs.
The guy was on his feet, his eyes bulging out of his head like he'd just seen a Martian. He was panting like a dog.
"Ron," I said, "will you do me a great big favor, please?" I glanced at him almost primly, playing my act for all it was worth, luring him deliberately into my trap so that he would never be able to escape once I had him ensnared.
"Sure… sure," he stuttered. "Any anything you want, ma'am."
I drooped my eyelids in wordlessly sensuous communication and turned sideways so he could get a profile view of my full tits. I had never felt so confident of my sexiness as I did with this young man, and didn't doubt the conclusion of our meeting for a moment. It was just a matter of time before we were entangled nakedly with each other, his fine cock hotly engorging my hungry pussy.
"Ron," I said softly, "did you say anything I want?"
"Yes, Mrs. Fredericks. After all, you've just hired me to work for you for twice as much money as I expected."
"Anything, Ron?" I asked again. I was eyeing him with open lust now, not caring that he saw the wanton look in my eyes, the carnal expression on my face.
His cheeks were tinged with red, but he did not flinch at my boldness. "Yes, Mrs. Fredericks… I'll do anything to you… I mean for you."
The time for playing games was definitely over. I was so hot I thought I was going to explode. My cunt was like a sizzling firecracker. My tits throbbed achingly.
Slowly I removed my blouse and tossed it over a chair. Then I unhooked my bra and pulled it free of my body with tantalizing slowness. My hard, round tits tumbled nakedly into the young man's startled view. His astonished gasp filled the otherwise silent room.
"Ron," I said, my eyelids almost closed in horny dreaminess, "Will you please fuck me?"
He stood frozen like a statue in the middle of the room, his only movement the throbbing of the immense bulge in the crotch of his jeans. I went to him and dropped to my knees, my face mere inches from his pulsing cock and balls. With my hand shaking slightly, I anxiously reached for the tab on his zipper and pulled it down.
I licked my lips as I saw just how hard he already was, his prick straining hugely against the light fabric of his underpants. This was going to be even better than I had expected.
"Are… are you going to suck it?" he summoned up enough courage to ask, his voice wavering from nervousness.
"Suck what?" I teased him.
"My… my…" he stammered.
"Say it," I ordered, wanting to hear that delicious word.
"My cock," he managed. "Are you going to suck my cock?"
"If you want me to, Ron. If you want me to, I'll suck your cock all the way down to your balls. And then when I've had my fill of your prick, you can fuck me. I'll get down on the floor and spread my legs so my pussy is wide open and you can see everything, and then you can stick your hot, throbbing prick in it and fuck me until we both come." Oh, God, how I loved talking to him like this! "Do you want me to suck you, Ron? Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh Jesus yes," he gulped.
Shaking with horniness, I snaked my eager hand inside his jeans and through the slit in his cotton underpants, wrapping my fingers around his fat cock, feeling it pulse thickly in my grasp.
His cock was burning so intensely with adolescent desire that I almost drew back in shock from the heat. But I held on for dear life, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing tool with panting glee.
His fantastic teenage cock was out of his pants now, long and hard and uncontrollably twitching, the most delicious thing I'd ever seen. Without hesitating any longer I thrust my mouth over the head, feeling its sweetness immediately inundating my reeling senses.
The instant he felt his prick being sucked, he went wild, reaching down to grab my head as he began to frantically fuck me in the mouth. Within seconds, his cock was all the way down my throat, his tight balls squashing against my chin.
I was so excited and hot from the mouth fucking he was giving me that I was already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of the other in devastating fashion. The more choking the penetration of his cock became, the more I loved it, reveling in my gagging fight for breath.
Grabbing his trousers at the waist, I pulled his jeans and underpants off his hips, anxious to get all our clothes off us so we could roll nakedly on the floor, going all the way… a teen and a mature, married woman. Quickly all his clothing was heaped on the floor, and my skirt was off, and we were both completely nude. I had kept my promise about sucking his cock and now I was dying to fuck.
I collapsed lewdly on the floor, spreading my legs as far apart as possible so that my open, hairy cunt became the oozing focal point of my body. His prick was so hard that when he dropped between the obscenely inviting well of my thighs, it actually caused pain in my pussy region. A wonderfully bruising pain that I couldn't get enough of.
"Hurt me," I moaned. "Hurt me, fuck me, hurt me!"
Grasping his cock firmly, I steered the wildly agitated organ to the mouth of my slobbering pussy lips. I could feel his prick-head chafe maddeningly against the ultra-sensitive gates of my womanhood.
He had a long, slim cock, designed like a rapier.
It had no difficulty in sliding into my pussy all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. My cunt squeezed around it tightly, clasping his prick in a perfect frenzy of rapture, while my hips bucked out of control.
He battered my body as only young men can do, with a lightning speed and surging penetration that went deeper with every sharp stroke. The intensity of my ceaseless orgasms continued to increase now that he was within me, my lungs gasping for air as I deliriously accepted his pumping, swollen cock in my pussy.
When he came it seemed as though he were unleashing eighteen years of stored-up sperm in my cunt, bathing my insides with an ocean of teeming stickiness. I was determined to drain him of every drop of his marvelous goo, doing things with my cunt that I wouldn't have believed I was capable of, wringing his prick like I was trying to rip it off his body.
He was no jack-off artist, I told myself, as his spurting went on and on, filling my pussy cavity to unbelievable proportions with his steaming come. It was the greatest sexual thrill I'd ever experienced, being the recipient of perhaps fifteen years of accumulated cock juice.
Finally his scalding offering stopped. However, he continued to fuck me as though he were just starting, his cock shooting in and pulling out of my cunt at an even faster rate of speed than before he'd come.
His boundless energy seemed to turn me on even more than the fact of his cock engorging my pussy, and it was then that I had my greatest orgasm. The spasming was so intensely shuddering that had I not had been anchored under his muscular body, I would have jack-knifed in agonizing ecstasy. The possibility of being infinitely fucked by this junior super-stud was more than I could bear without feeling like I was flying apart in tingling sensuous joy. I had no choice but to scream to release some of my bubblingly pent-up excitement.
"My God," I cried, "are you going to fuck me forever?" I prayed that the answer was yes, yes, yes!
But he said nothing, his thrusting loins and stabbing prick doing the talking for him. His naked body continued to pump ceaselessly away at my clutching cunt, his cock, if anything, growing stronger by the second.
And then once again he was pouring his scalding goo into my cunt. All the orgasms I had experienced were surpassed by a new climax so cataclysmic that I couldn't believe it was happening to me. I was coming so hard as he spurted within me that I was beyond screaming as a means oh expressing my joy, and began whimpering like a tortured puppy. I was totally helpless… completely subservient to the rampaging cock that was splitting my loins.
But no matter how I reacted, the young man paid no attention. He was completely single-minded, concentrating entirely on the business at hand-fucking my guts out, and filling the depths of my cunt with bucket after bucket of fresh semen.
Eventually, the spurting stopped again, but not the pumping of his prick. His cock was as hard as ever, and even more active. I gasped as I realized he was trying for yet another ejaculation, a third explosion in my cunt.
I was on the verge of total exhaustion, my pussy starting to ache from the reaming it had taken. However, the limitations of my body seemed meaningless as I found myself praying that he could once again manage to come inside me.
I pressed my hands palms downward on his bare ass, holding him in place on top of my slippery, sweat-slickened flesh. To keep him pumping away inside me I wrapped my legs around his, hooking my toes underneath his calves for a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with my lips, I started kissing him passionately as he fucked me with the wild, reckless, tireless fury that only a young man could possess.
God, how wonderful it was to have a young man on top of my nude body, pumping a swollen cock into my cunt. This was what I wanted out of life. I pitied all the poor women in the world who were stuck with just their tired, office-weary husbands as their only source of fucking.
As though he could read my mind, the young man placed his hands under my ass and clutched my buns fiercely, accelerating his furious fucking movements. His cock went deeper and deeper within me until it seemed to engorge my belly, filling me with its tumescence.
"Oh God," I moaned, breaking off from our kiss as another orgasm shook me to the roots of my being, "you're going to kill me. You're going to fuck me to death."
He came in me at that precise moment. His come was as thick and rich and hot as it had been the first time. "Oh Jesus God," he cried, the first words he had spoken since I had steered his prick into my cunt.
His cock squirted once more, he shuddered, and then proved that he was human after all by collapsing on top of me, at last ceasing to move within me.
He lay motionless on top of me, his entire weight resting on me, too weary to move a muscle. It had been fantastic having him come and come and come again inside me, but now it was heavenly having this nude and sweaty young man draped on top of me, crushing me with his exhaustion.
But the best part of it was that, despite his exhaustion, his cock miraculously remained as hard as ever inside my cunt. I couldn't believe it, and was sure that it was just a matter of time before it would finally go soft.
"You're a wonderful fucker, Ron," I told him, patting him affectionately on his hard ass.
"You're… awful good… too," he panted.
"Doesn't it ever go soft on you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"I… I don't know," he gasped.
"What do you mean?"
"Well… I, uh… I've never had it up a woman's cunt before," he said, obviously shy about his admission. "But I think I could fuck you until the sun goes down, Mrs. Fredericks… You don't mind me talking like this… dirty, do you?"
"No," I laughed. "As a matter of fact, I love it. In fact, I'd like to hear you say that word again, Ron. Please say it again."
"Which word? You mean… fuck? Is that what you want to hear?"
"Yes," I literally drooled, repeating it myself, long and slowly. "Fuuuuuuck."
And then while I was starting to uncontrollably writhe anew under his body, secretly hoping to get him to come a fourth time, he said, "Ma'am… uh, Mrs. Fredericks, could I ask you a favor?"
"Certainly," I said, tingling in anticipation.
"Would you let me… could I pull out of you and… well, could I eat your pussy?"
I was human, and there was no way I could resist a request as innocently put as his. "Of course," I said eagerly, "I'd love nothing more. There's only one condition."
"What… what's that?" he gulped.
"You've got to let me suck your prick while you're eating my pussy. And Ron…"
"Yes."
"You've got to come in my mouth. The day won't be complete until I've tasted your sperm. Do you think you're up to it?"
He didn't say anything. He just pulled his cock out of my cunt with a deafening slurp and crawled backwards on his hands and knees. In an instant he'd dropped flat on his stomach and buried his face in my palpitating crotch. I closed my eyes and reveled in it as his tongue began to caress the ultra-sensitive nooks and crannies of my pussy, orgasmic activity quickly welling within me with savage intensity.
"Swing around," I instructed. "Stick your cock in my mouth while you're eating me."
Obediently he twisted his body around, his mouth like a suction-cup on my cunt while he turned, driving me wild. Now he was on his hands and knees, his legs straddling his upper body as I looked up and got ready for his long, stiff, hot, throbbing cock.
His prick loomed sweetly above me in magnificent unflagging erection. Oh, how I wanted to taste it and have him come in my mouth.
But before I got my way I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted every experience behind me before I tasted the final one, the treasure of his precious fluid.
"Stick your tongue in my cunt," I said from beneath him.
I shuddered with ecstasy as he did so.
"Now pump me with it," I ordered. "Move it in and out like it was a prick. Fuck me with it. Tongue-fuck me."
He quickly did so, reaming my pussy with his oral tool so that my body writhed with orgasmic delight.
Now I turned my attention to his asshole, which was directly above me, a flawless rosebud of puckering perfection. Grasping his waist with both hands, I pulled my face up close to it. With my heart pounding so fast that I couldn't distinguish one beat from another, I licked his sweet anus repeatedly.
"Jesus!" he cried into the maw of my cunt, his tongue automatically thrusting into me another fantastic inch.
Now I moved on from his asshole to his balls, pulling his loins down toward me so I could hungrily lap their throbbing roundness. First one, and then the other was in my mouth, as I sucked them just enough to drive him crazy. And the crazier I drove him, the more his tongue surged up my pussy, orally fucking me beyond belief.
At last it was time for his cock, standing marvelously out from his loins. "Give it to me," I cried, releasing his balls. "Fuck me in the mouth. Drown me with your come."
He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward just enough so I could catch the tip of it with my nibbling lips. Once I had it, there was no way for him to wriggle free as I ravenously gobbled it inch by inch. Finally he was laying down flat on my face, his legs shooting back and straddling my head as I sucked him to the hilt.
While he continued to tongue-fuck my cunt, his cock surged halfway down my throat, swelling beyond all previous proportions. I struggled to breathe, and then gave it up as irrelevant, happy to gag on this young man's once-in-a-lifetime tool.
His prick was so hard and long and sweet. There was no doubt in my mind that I could have sucked it for a week.
But that much endurance wasn't necessary. About three minutes of tongue-fucking my pussy and fucking my mouth was all my randy teenager could take before he started to come for the fourth time. He went off in my mouth like a geyser, choking me with his scalding semen. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but it wasn't fast enough to catch it all. The sloppy goo burst from the corners of my mouth, shooting up into my nasal passages and trickling from my nostrils.
As he refilled my mouth repeatedly with spurt after spurt of come, down below he pressed his tongue all the way into the mouth of my uterus, adding to the thrill of his spurting dick in my mouth by engorging my fuck-happy cunt to the ultimate.
I became dizzy, my senses finally caving in from the ceaseless intensity of it all. As I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to be carried off into space, I couldn't help but ask myself one last question, wondering for the hundredth time: where does he get it all?
The lawn? Needless to say, it never got mowed that day. Later I decided I'd have to hire a eunuch to mow it if the job was ever going to get done.