by Betsy Locke
Phil shrugged and continued watching.
Jean came out with two plates of sandwiches. She had put on the white top from earlier but this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail Her skirt was replaced with black yoga pants that enhanced her every curve.
Fuck...me.
Her white top was so thin you could see everything, the shape of her tits, her nipples poking through. My cock came back to attention without much effort. Here we go again. There was no way I was going to make it out of here alive.
“I hope my men are hungry,” she said, handing each one of us a plate. “You both have turkey breast with mayo and mustard. Enjoy.” Jean went to hand me a napkin but she conveniently let it fall behind her.
“Whoops. I dropped your napkin.” Jean turned around and bent over to show off her perfectly round ass. Those yoga pants could barely contain her. It wouldn't take much to rip them apart and fuck her behind right here.
Phil probably wouldn't even notice.
Jean rose up. “Here's your napkin, Damon.”
“Thank you,” I replied, trying not to make eye contact. I knew it would be all over if I saw her beautiful browns.
I bit into the sandwich and moaned. There was more in there than she described. Bacon and avocado. This might've been the best sandwich I'd ever tasted. Or it was the fact that it was the first food after sex.
“This is really good,” I told her.
She beamed. “I'm glad you liked it.” Jean looked over at Phil and he had set the plate down next to him without even trying it. “You two have fun, I'm going to go shopping.”
“Nice to meet you, Damon. Hopefully we'll see you around here a lot.”
“Nice to meet you too, Jean.”
And she was gone just like that. I breathed a sigh of relief. Phil didn't seem fazed either way.
No wonder she was so sex-starved. He never paid attention to her. I wasn't the first guy she used and I wouldn't be the last.
“Can you fucking believe they came back and won?”
My mind was completely elsewhere. I looked at the screen and realized that we lost. “We got robbed. Totally the refs fault.”
“You wanna hang out some more and finish those beers. You've been nursing the one in your hand the entire game. Don't you think its time to move on.”
He was right. I chugged the last remaining bit. “I have to get back home and unpack some more. Let's meet up again for another game soon. That was a lot of fun.”
“Good luck unpacking,” he said. “And thanks for bringing the beer.”
There was no need to take the remaining beer home. There wasn't any. I had one and Phil had drank five in a row.
I walked quickly across the street and entered my home, shutting the front door behind me. I had to get away fast before Jean came back home from shopping.
I was safe...for now.
Chapter Five
The next day I spent mostly unpacking boxes. And trying to forget that Jean was probably sitting next door in just a bra and panties, touching herself, coming over and over again.
I spent a long shower masturbating this morning, hoping it would get her out of my head. It didn't work. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Phil had asked me to come over the basketball game and I had told him no. At the time, I didn't want to be anywhere close to Jean. She had such a power over me. Such a power over my thick cock. I couldn't risk getting close to her.
But a day had passed and I felt differently. I felt like I deserved a woman like Jean. I was okay with not owning her. Phil could be married to her and pay for all her expensive things. I just wanted to own her in bed.
I needed to hear her moan my name while coming.
I decided that I was going to join Phil for the basketball game. I wasn't sure how I would get alone with Jean again but I knew that she would be able to figure that stuff out. I was sure that she had a lot of practice doing this behind Phil's back.
I laughed to myself. He might even be in the know about it. He didn't seem to be the kind of guy that cared if his wife went out for the night to get what she wanted.
My doorbell rang and I collapsed the empty cardboard box that I just emptied and set it on the carpet.
I opened the door to find Jean standing there with that look on her face. That look that I was hers and there was nothing I could do about it. She was wearing a large coat that went down to her feet and she had it buttoned all the way up. If she was trying to seduce me with her outfit, she was failing.
Plus it was so hot out. I had no idea why she would be wearing that.
Jean unbuttoned the coat and opened it up, revealing her tanned body, a white bra that pushed her giant tits up to her chin. Below she had on white panties with garter belts attached to white panty hose. It was looked almost like something you would wear under a wedding dress.
“Do you like?” she asked. “I bought this especially for you yesterday.”
I nodded. So that's why she was so desperate to go shopping after we had our hot encounter.
I grabbed her by the coat and pulled her into my house, peeking my head outside to make sure that nobody saw us. Most people were at work in the middle of the day.
Jean let the coat fall to the ground. Her eyes were dark and her mouth straight. She had one mission today and there wouldn't be any way to stop her. “Are you ready to fuck me again, Damon?” she asked.
I loved how straightforward she was but two could play at that game. “Get on your knees, you dirty slut.”
Her eyes lit up. She'd been wanting this for a long time. Jean did as she was told and got down on my carpet, her head close to my crotch.
“Take my cock out. Stroke it slowly,” I ordered.
Jean happily unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. All that was between us was a black pair of boxer briefs. Jean slowly peeled them off, letting my hardness fling out. I was so big that I almost smacked her in the face.
“It's so much bigger up close,” she breathed, grasping the base of my shaft. Her fingers could barely reach around to the other side. Jean started to rub me, going up to my tip and then all the way down again.
“Wrap those lips around me. I want to feel you suck my cock.”
Jean took me in her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate my thickness. My hands brushed her red hair out of her face to get a good look at those eyes while I fucked her mouth. I rocked my hips back and forth sliding my meat further down her throat.
I didn't want to come yet. I couldn't come yet. There was still so much to do to her.
I pulled myself out. “Stand up and take everything off.”
Jean got up and stood before me. I watched as she slowly took off her bra and released her tits. I got to enjoy the view more this time without the sudden fear of being caught. Jean unlatched the garter belts and slipped out of her panties.
“Stop right there. I want to do the rest.”
I got down on the ground and kissed her thighs. I rolled the pantyhose down her legs, one at a time. My fingers lightly brushed against her pubic mound to make her cry out.
I stepped back and examined her closely. She would make any man fall to their knees. Everything about her was perfect. Legs, arms, tits, ass, hips, lips, hair, eyes. I could go on and on about her.
“Come here and kiss me,” I said.
Jean complied and hugged her arms around me. Her perfume was divine. I touched my lips to hers just barely. Just enough to spark that excitement. Her mouth separated more and I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her deeper into the kiss.
“I love the way you hold me,” she whispered in my ear. She kissed my neck while I clutched her mammoth boobs hard until she howled in pain.
Her body was warm against me. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my pecs. My cock was pressed to her belly, throbbing and waiting for that sweet release. My balls would have to wait a little while longer before I found my release.
I wanted to play a little
bit more.
Chapter Six
“Get down on all fours and face away from me.”
Jean got down on the ground and relinquished her ass to me. I got down on the carpet and dipped a finger between her pussy lips. She was so soaking wet that I slipped in with ease. I pulled my finger out and put it in my mouth.
“You taste so good,” I said.
Jean whipped her fiery hair back and turned her head to me. “Fuck me now, Damon. I'm so ready for you.”
“I'll tell you when it's time,” I yelled, bringing my open hand down on her ass.
Jean cried out and asked for more. I knew she would like pain. I slapped her cheeks over and over again until they were red and raw.
Now she was ready.
I took my stance behind her and grabbed onto her love handles. “This is going to be rough,” I announced before hammering into her full force. My enormous cock split that pussy wide open as I drilled into her.
My hips met her ass and I pulled out so I could pound into her again.
“Oh my god, it feels so fucking good,” Jean said. “I'm going to come.” She collapsed all around me, her pussy tightening around my thickness. Her orgasm was so intense that she couldn't hold herself up anymore while I fucked her. I had to grab onto her shoulders to keep her upright.
I picked up speed, my balls burning with the need to come. Every thrust brought me closer to my climax. My body crashed into that bubbly ass.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I pulled out and shot streams of white cum into the air, painting Jean's back and ass with my art.
She was completely covered with semen before my balls were drained, my seed dripping onto my carpet.
Jean fell to the ground. “I love feeling your warm cum all over me, Damon.”
“I'm not done with you yet, Jean. We still have hours until your husband comes home and I'm going to use up every second of that time.”
I wasn't going to be finished until I covered every inch of her skin with my cum.
The End
Story Thirty One
Copyright 2018
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Description
It's about to get hot in here.
Justin is hired by the older woman next door to do some chores around the house.
His first time will be unforgettable.
Chapter One
“Justin, can you come down for a moment,” my mom yelled.
I threw the video game controller on my bed and got up. Ever since I came home from college, my mom had been bugging me about chores and more chores.
If trying to hold a summer job was hard enough, my mom wanted me to wash the dishes, set the table, take out the trash, clean my room, vacuum the carpet. If I knew it was going to be this bad, I would've stayed back at college.
At least there, nobody bugged me every second.
I slumped down the stairs and found my mom in the kitchen. She wore a light blue apron and took out a baking tray of fresh cookies. I went to snatch one and my mom slapped my hand before I could touch them.
“Those aren't for you,” she snapped.
“Who are they for then?”
“That's what I called you down here for. Do you know about Miss Allen next door?”
I shook my head. I didn't really pay attention to news around the neighborhood once I moved away.
“Shes the single woman that just moved in. She's very nice and I thought she could use some cookies. I want you to take these over there as a welcome gift.”
Seemed easy enough.
I watched with drool at the corner of my lips as my mom transferred every single cookie over to a plate and wrapped foil over it.
“Can you at least leave one for me,” I pleaded with her. The hunger in my stomach was overwhelming.
“I'll cook you another batch soon.”
Soon meant never. I couldn't remember the last time I had freshly baked cookies.
My mom handed me the plate. “Now be on your best behavior when you go over there. I want you to give her a good impression. Don't screw this up.”
“Don't worry, it's just cookies.”
I stepped outside in the boiling sun and could feel sweat already accumulating on my brow. This summer was going to be brutal. Thank god for air conditioning in my room.
I walked on the sidewalk to the house next door. Every home on Cherry Lane was exactly the same. Same beige color and same model; two bedrooms and a bonus room.
Miss Allen's front door was the same burgundy as my parents'. I took the little gold knocker in my fingers and hit it lightly against the door twice.
I waited holding the plate of cookies and wondered if I had time to sneak one out. My mom would never know and Miss Allen wouldn't either. I quickly lifted the foil and then I heard footsteps approach the door. I put the foil back and stood up straight.
The hottest piece of ass opened the door wearing only a tiny white towel. “What can I help you with?” she asked.
Miss Allen was in her early forties with dark curly hair that was wet from a shower. The towel could barely wrap around the biggest goddamn tits my eyes had ever seen. I'd never even kissed a girl before let alone seen a woman this close to being naked. My imagination ran wild.
What would she look like without that towel on.
Suddenly I realized that she was waiting for me to answer her. I did my best to keep eye contact and not stare into that deep cleavage. “Um, my mom wanted me to bring you some cookies she baked. We live next door.”
Miss Allen smiled a perfect pair of blindingly white teeth. “Well isn't that nice of the both of you. Can you come in and set them down on the counter.”
I wasn't expecting to be asked inside. My feet were frozen in place like they were stuck in cement.
Miss Allen left the door opened and sauntered off into the house. I reluctantly picked my heavy foot and placed it over the threshold. I followed the older woman in a towel as she led me to the kitchen. My eyes bounced back and forth as her big hips swayed side to side.
And that ass. Wars could be waged for an ass that enormous.
That hourglass figure of hers could do some serious damage.
“You can set down the cookies right there.” She pointed to the white-tiled counter-tops.
She tore off the foil and bent down to smell the cookies. I could see right down her towel. A stiffening in my pants made me press up against the counter. It was embarrassing and I didn't want her to find out.
“These smell amazing. Do you want one?” she asked. Miss Allen did her best to try and cover herself up but whenever she shifted the towel, I got an eyeful of her naked skin that was glorious.