by Unknown
“Sure, dear.” Carrie waved at her. “Have fun.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Carrie watched her teenaged step-daughter walking away. The girl was in good shape, she noted, and her attitude was fairly nice. It was going to be a good life here, as Mrs. Dawes, the Bacon Baron’s wife.
***
She glanced at her wristwatch; it was almost three by the time she was done with lunch, watching her favorite TV soap. The boy would be there soon. She was looking forward to it. It had been a while since she was alone with a younger man and that too in the safety of her own home. Porker was a good husband, he gave her everything she wanted, except what she really wanted, satisfaction in bed.
“Good lord, what am I thinking?” Carrie admonished herself. “He’s just a kid and Lena’s school friend. And besides he might be a total weirdo.”
But he wasn’t. The tall young man looking back at her as she answered the door was anything but weird looking. He was as normal as any young man his age. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans, carried a small bag over his shoulder and large framed glasses rested on his plain but slightly handsome and freckled face. His red hair was closely cropped and his eyes were as green as hers. The young man stood looking at her in silence.
“Oh, hello there.” Carrie held out her hand, “You must be…”
“Dalton.” He said softly, averting his eyes from her intense gaze. “Dalton Timmins.”
“Yes, Dalton.” She breathed. “I’m Caroline Dawes. Come on in.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Dawes.” He nodded, stepping inside.
“Oh, call me Carrie.” She laughed lightly. “Can I offer you something, Dalton, a sandwich, a beer?”
“Oh no, I’m good.” He shook his head shyly. “May I see the computers?”
“Ah, a get to work kind of guy,” She smiled at him. “I like that.”
“Er… yeah.” He almost blushed.
“Right this way, Dalton.” She led him to the study and switched on the three machines. “Take a look at them, the information is all in these manuals and it’s all Greek to me. I have to take a quick trip to the ladies’ room, I’ll be back soon.”
“Sure, no problem, Mrs. Dawes.” He nodded again, admiring the high performance computers. “Take your time.”
“It’s Carrie.” She wagged a slender finger at him.
“Um… yes, sure. Carrie. Thanks.” He stuttered; much to her amusement.
Carrie walked away smiling. He was terrified of her, it seemed. He would be like putty in her hands. She liked the way he stole sneaky glances at her breasts, she just had to show him more of her. He was cute enough, and had a decent body. Lena downplayed his attractiveness probably because she had other, more interesting men to fool around with. But Dalton looked good enough for Carrie right then.
She slipped into the master bedroom and took off her demure little dress. She grabbed her slinky lace underwear. Slipping on the panties, she shivered at the feeling of the sheer smoothness against her skin. The crotch cradled her pussy perfectly while the thong slipped in between her perfect round ass cheeks. She slipped in the bra next. Black transparent half cups stretched to contain her soft, voluptuous globes making for an eye popping cleavage. She slipped a soft white robe over her shoulders; leaving a decent enough opening in front to show off her sexy bra. Her high heels clicking on the stairway going down, she headed back to the study like a cougar on the prowl, ready to eat her hapless prey whole.
When she walked back into the study, Dalton was busy working his magic on the computers. He had a very pensive and serious look on his youthful face, focused intently on the computer screens. She stood for a while silently, watching him as he expertly wove his way around the maze of computer programs.
“How’s it going, hon?” She asked him throatily.
“Just about done, Mrs. Dawes.” He said, not looking at her.
“Sounds good.” She breathed. “Lena was right about you. You’re a wizard with computers.”
“It was hardly anything.” He blushed. “Just a few commands to execute.”
“Oh, really.” She leaned over him from behind, peering into the screen. “Show me how, so I can work it myself next time.”
“S… sure.” He said, feeling uneasy at the proximity between them.
“From the beginning.” She nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Uh… yeah.” He stammered. “You start this program… and, um, you enter this command when the box pops up.”
“Oh, I like pop ups.” She breathed huskily into his ear as she leaned on him.
“Uh… yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Then you hit this key… and wait for the program to load.”
“Load?” Her lips brushed his ear.
“Yeah, uh… Mrs. Dawes.” His voice quavered. “It means the program is starting up.”
“Hmm, sounds good.” She almost nibbled his ear. “How long… does it take?”
“Ah, about three minutes…” He sniffed, wiping the sweat of his brow.
“Oh, that’s quick.” She rose up slightly and leaned in again. Her heavy breast rested on the back of his neck, she felt him jerk a little.
“Mrs. Dawes…” His voice was barely audible. “The next command goes… here.”
“Stick it in, darling.” She leaned on him a little more, squashing her soft breast on his neck and shoulder.
“Uhh, yeah… enter this comm… command.” He stammered, his skin growing hot.
“Yes, Dalton.” She whispered. “Enter it now.”
“Uh, yeah, and that’s about it.” He sighed, his shoulders sagging.
“And what is this thing, this software thing all about?” She stood up and put her hands on her hips.
“It’s the programs that you needed to install to run on the computer.” He answered, relieved that she had moved away from him.
“And what about this hardware requirement thing it’s asking about?” She eyed him intently.
“Hardware is the basic physical requirement in your computer, all the separate physical components…” He looked at her cleavage and quickly averted his eyes.
“Wow, Dalton, you’re really smart.” She smiled and walked up to him.
“Um, yeah…” He took a step back. “It’s just the basics, that’s all.”
“Mm-hm, the basics always work best.” She was almost bumping into him again as he pressed against the table.
“Uh, yeah, always.” He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Er… we’re all done here, Mrs. Dawes… I have to be going now.”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head, her red curls swirling around her flushed face. “I still have more software for you to look at, and call me Carrie.”
“Uh, okay… where is it?” He looked around the room.
“Right here,” She breathed huskily, pressing her body close to his. “I want to test it on your hardware.”
***
“Huh?” He looked at her wide eyed. “What… er… where is the software?”
“Right here.” She stepped back and undid the belt on her robe and let the soft fabric drop to her ankles.
She stood before his awestruck eyes in the slinky black lace underwear, her smooth skin gleaming, round milky breasts heavy and soft belly quivering. His eyes looked like they would pop right through his spectacle lenses. She laughed gently, making her soft, shapely body jiggle. Carrie stepped up and grabbed his shirt collar, yanking his face close to hers.
“Mrs. Dawes… but I… oh, no…” He babbled frantically as her smoldering emerald green eyes locked into his pools of verdant liquid.
“Shut up, Dalton.” She hissed. “And call me Carrie, for chrisakes.”
“But… but… Mrs., uh, Carrie… what are you…” His voice was high pitched and he shook with fright.
“I’m thanking you for a job well done.” She closed her mouth over his, pushing her tongue inside.
Dalton’s whole body shook as she clung to him and hungrily sucked on his tongue.
He staggered back, his hands sliding on the smooth leather-topped table. His eyes wide with fear, he struggled against her advances. She released his tongue and pushed herself off him.
“What are you doing, boy?” She demanded. “I thought you were smart. Do I need to spell it out to you with crayons?”
“Bu… bu… but, Mrs. Daw… Carrie.” He scrambled off the table. “I’ve never… I mean... I don’t know…”
“So you’re a virgin.” She smirked. “And how old are you?”
“Nineteen… and a few days.” He looked at her intense eyes then dropped his gaze to her heaving breasts, swallowing hard.
“Just about the right age to lose that tag.” She put her hands on her hips. “Look, kid, I’m offering you a free ride… you won’t get it better than this.”
“But… but, you’re Lena’s mother…” he looked about ready to cry. “You’re a married woman.”
“Jeez, Dalton.” She shook her head. “You need to get out more. And judging by the tent in your pants, you need to get out now.”
“Uh, okay.” He hastily rose to leave.
“No, you idiot.” She grabbed his belt buckle. “I mean you need to get out of your pants and let a real woman show you how to live your life to the full.”
“My pants… oh, shit.” He looked down at the raging animal trying to tear its way out of his jeans.
“Enough talk.” She hissed, pushing him down on the table and unbuckling his belt. “Your over-developed brain might be resisting this, but your normal body knows better.”
“Oh, no… please.” His face went ashen as she yanked his jeans down along with his boxers.
“Holy mother of everything…” She gasped as a foot long throbbing monster sprang up before her face. “You’ve been hiding this beauty from the world… that should be a capital crime.”
“I… I… oh, shit.” Dalton closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.
“Oh, drop the retiring act… be a man, you pansy.” Carrie growled, grabbing the base of his raging erection and holding it up to her face. “Such a piece of art, it’s breathtaking.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of his virgin arousal. Dalton’s body shivered as he lay flat on the large table, his erection at the mercy of a wild eyed, red haired cougar. Carrie laughed, languidly stroking his cock and softly kissing the red hot head. Lena was not expected back for at least three hours, she could make the most of that time playing with her new boy toy.
“Oh, Mrs. Dawes… this is wrong… so wrong.” The freckled youth babbled, his body stiffening each time she kissed his erection.
“Shut up, Einstein.” She hissed. “Let your body do the talking… it knows what’s right for you.”
Carrie move her mouth up and down the entire length of his shaft kissing every inch of it. She held the base between her finger and thumb, pressing down, feeling the pulsing throb of his organ. Her lips made slurping sounds as she sucked on the rigid surface. She rose up to the red hot head, swirling her tongue over it, tasting his pre-cum as it oozed out and trickled down the length of his cock. She dived back down, taking his balls in her mouth and sucking each orb hard over the sac. Dalton stiffened, his breath coming in short gasps.
“You like this, baby.” She purred as his body twitched. “You like me sucking your big fat cock.”
“Uhh, yeah… Mrs. Dawes… I never imagined…” He mumbled, shivering in ecstasy.
“Well, this is real… you can imagine it as much as you like after.” Carrie told him, between mouthfuls of his organ.
Her fingers held the base of his cock really tight, stemming any chance of ejaculation. Dalton groaned, the intense erection throbbed painfully, but her lips and tongue were like a soothing ointment on his hot flesh. She took the entire cockhead into her mouth, sucking it hard, swirling her slithering tongue all over it. She caressed his smooth thighs with her left hand as her right squeezed down hard on his cock. She looked into his eyes and went down on him balls deep.
Dalton gasped out loud, shivering at the sensation of her gurgling throat engulfing his entire cock. She was a devouring demon, swallowing his cock whole. Her eyes began to water, but she pressed down even more. He bucked his hips, the buzzing of her throat on his cockhead driving him wild. His balls tightened and his cum churned inside looking for release. She pulled back off him, grabbing his cock hard and shaking her head.
“No, not yet, my love.” She stared intensely at the waving member as it pulsed red hot. “I still have a lot more work to do on you.”
“Oh, Mrs. Dawes… I’m in agony… but it feels so good.” The youth whimpered.
***
“You better believe it, virgin.” She smiled, kissing the head of his cock again, her snaking tongue teasing the sensitive underside of its crown.
“Oh, Mrs. Dawes…” He groaned. “Shit, Mr. Dawes will kill me if he…”
“Who’s going to tell him, not me…” Carrie squeezed his balls, making him wince. “Are you?”
“Oh no, never.” He whispered.
“Ever had your cock sucked like this before.” She teased him, running her tongue from his balls to the crown of his cock head.
“Uhh… never, never had it sucked ever.” He almost wept.
“Ever dreamed of this… a real woman giving you head like this?”
“No, Mrs. Dawes… I never even dreamed of…”
“What about Lena, you ever dream of her… doing this?”
He kept silent, whimpering softly as she kept up her affectionate ministrations on his painful erection.
“I take that as a yes.” She nodded with a smile.
“Mrs. Dawes, I… I don’t know…” He babbled, his hands reaching for her head, but holding back, clutching only at empty air.
“You don’t know if she’d be interested in you, hey?” She grinned, licking her lips and stroking his cock passionately.
“I… yeah, I’m just a friend… she’s going out with the prom king.” His chest heaved and his flat belly trembled, making his cock surge upward even more.
“If she sees this magic wand of yours,” Carrie planted a long kiss on the searing head. “She’s going to lay by your feet forever.”
“Oh, Mrs. Dawes… no, not like this.” His voice broke.
“Aha, so you are in love with her then.” She looked up at his agonized face. “Should I stop? Do you want to save yourself for her?”
He didn’t answer, only his shallow breathing echoed around the study room.
“I take that as no.” She laughed, popping his cock head into her mouth again.
Carrie went down on him with a vengeance, sucking him hard, all the way down to the base and back up again, slurping wildly. She paused only to kiss the cock head a few times and went back down. Dalton raked his fingers on the leather top of the table, his belly heaving and falling in tandem with his short breaths. She was taking him to a place of sensual elevation he had never known. His cock was close to bursting, but she was using all her talent and experience to keep him hard and erect for her pleasure.
She looked up at him, relinquishing his cock and rubbing it all over her flushed cheeks and chin, making him moan like a woman. He was about ready to explode but she wanted to go on. Opening her mouth wide, she went down all the way again, ignoring his shuddering whimpers for mercy.
“Mmh, your big juicy cock looks like it’s about to blow its top.” Carrie teased him, stroking the foot long pole vigorously. “I’m amazed at your stamina, a virgin like you should have ejaculated in a few minutes.”
“Oh, please… Mrs. Dawes… make me cum… I’m so hard.” Dalton nearly wept.
“Yeah, baby.” She purred. “I want you too cum too… all over me.”
She rose up and cupped her big breasts, jiggling them before his astonished eyes.
“Have you ever seen boobs like these before?” She gave him a sultry pout.
“I’ve never… seen boobs… like any ever before.
” He gasped, his hands grasping at his agonized erection.
“Do you want to feel these milky boobs wrapped around your big, beautiful cock, baby?” She unhooked her bra and let her breasts bounce freely.
His mouth opened, drooling at the sight of her naked 36D breasts. He nodded dumbly as she clambered over him again, pressing her soft breasts over his cock. She squashed them around his cock with both hands and began moving up and down, creating a soft friction tunnel for him. Dalton’s eyes were fixated on a sight he had never seen before, his mind reeling. The feeling on his cock smothered between a pair of huge breasts made him breathless.