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Hot Fun Wife
by Bob Wallace


FOREWORD

What do you do with a horny housewife?

A frequent question today. All over the nation, many young married women are expressing dissatisfaction with their sex lives.

Why? Do their husbands spend too much time on the job? Are women hornier now? Men less so?

Or is it simply that women feel free for the first time to express their sexual needs? The Pill and Women’s Lib two factors making women sexually independent. In contrast, some researchers suspect that American men are becoming more sexually cautious as their women become bolder. With constant pressure to perform well sexually, many men feel threatened.

HOT FUN WIFE is the contemporary story of a young housewife who is propelled by a powerful sex drive. Since her husband is a dedicated businessman who is away from home days at a time, Monica finds no reason not to indulge herself in extramarital flings, for all she really wants is simple love.

No punches are pulled in this daring story. The pace is swift, the action explicit. A story that may prove shocking to some because of its truthfulness.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Monica Adams tall, blonde, and beautiful weaved her way through the crowded living room. In the kitchen, she leaned against the sink and smiled. "It's a helluva party, Dawn," she said to her hostess who was piling trays with sandwiches. "Anything I can do?"

"Make yourself a drink and have fun."

Monica nodded, determined to do just that. She grabbed a bottle of rum and filled a tall glass to the brim. Before she left the kitchen, she drank most of the hundred-proof rum and at last achieved the buzz she needed to get through the rest of the evening.

"Where are you going? It was Jeff, Dawn's husband, blocking Monica's way. He leered into her beautiful face, his gaze dropping to the abundant amount of tittie flesh peeking deliciously out of her low-cut dress.

A tingle rippled through Monica's body. Jeff's stare was bold and appreciative. "Back to the party and have fun," she said, a sexy lilt to her voice. The rum had her flying "You can have fun in the kitchen, too." Jeff took her slim wrist.

"How?" she asked, her pale-blue eyes sparkling impishly.

"I'll think of something." Jeff maneuvered her to the sink. He pressed his body against hers. "Where's Steve tonight?" He caressed her bare arms, fixing her dazzling blue eyes with his own.

"Too busy," she said, a frown darkening her gorgeous face. "Business again." She felt the pressure of his body and enjoyed it. A pulsing sensation shot through her hungry cunthole, and she gulped down the rest of her drink.

Jeff took the glass from her hand. "You look lonely."

"I am," she admitted, the booze loosening her tongue. "This is the third party I've had to attend without Steve. I'm fed up." She rocked her hips, smiled wickedly and squirmed quickly away. "I need another drink."

Jeff leaned against the counter, watching Monica's every move. She was a dynamite bitch, and he sensed deep in his gut that she was ripe for fucking.

He had watched her all night, sensing her anger, loneliness, and sexual frustration. He shook his head. Steve was a great guy, but when it came to taking care of his wife, Jeff knew Steve was doing a lousy job. "You're going to get drunk if you keep drinking like that."

"So what?" Monica snapped. She had filled the glass with ice and rum again.

"Somebody might take advantage of you." Jeff felt the hardening of his groin.

"Maybe that's what I need," she said defiantly. "Steve's always too busy." She let the fiery booze flow down her throat. It warmed her, made her feel good, something she hadn't felt in months.

Jeff took the half-empty glass before she could finish it. "You've had enough." He pulled her into his arms, felt her body yield to him.

"You afraid I'll get drunk and ruin your party?" She rolled her hips, this time staying in his arms as she felt the pressure of his cock against her belly.

"I'm not afraid of that at all." He grinned. His hands roamed the rounded curves of her hips and ass.

"Oooo, Jeff," she sighed. His hands had her head reeling. "Dawn... what about Dawn? Someone might come in and get the wrong impression." She twisted out of his arms, afraid of being caught.

"We could go somewhere else," he said, challenging her with his eyes.

Monica was breathing heavy. Her blue eyes glowed with a passion that had not been satisfied in months. "I can't," she sighed. "Dawn... she's my best friend." Her insides were churning.

"She doesn't have to know," Jeff said. "No one has to know, but us." He saw the desire in her eyes and was confident. "We could have a ball together." Another two steps brought him up against her.

Monica gasped, but didn't move. Her mouth opened in protest. Nothing came out.

Jeff brought his mouth to hers. His tongue slipped between her lips. He held her tight, felt the unleashed passion raging in her body. He came off her mouth. "I want you, Monica, and you want me."

Monica couldn't stop shaking. The kiss had stoked the fires of her pussy. Juice flowed, soaked her panties. Her nipples swelled, pressed against the chiffon of her dress. "No, Jeff. I couldn't... Dawn... Steve... we're both married."

Jeff grinned boldly. He took her hand and rubbed it over his crotch. "This is what you want, Monica. You need it." He dropped her hand. "I'll be in the garage if you change your mind." Gambling, he left the kitchen.

Monica couldn't move. Her entire body was on fire. Her head was swirling. Booze and passion bombarded her senses. Her eyes found the drink. "What the hell." She gulped it down.

Slowly, she made her way back to the living room. It was noisy, happy. She saw Dawn across the room and turned away. She couldn't look at Dawn, knowing what she was going to do with Jeff.

She headed toward the front door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it and stepped outside, closing the door quickly behind her.

Outside, she caught her breath. Carefully, she went down the steps, pausing, wavering between going home and meeting Jeff in the garage. Passion and a need to be desired won. She turned, glanced at the house, then hurried to the garage.

Heart pounding, palms sweaty, she turned the knob and held her breath. "Jeff," she whispered, stepping into the dark garage. "Are you here?"

"I'm here, Monica." A dim light flicked on. "Close the door.

Obediently, Monica closed the door. She stared across the garage at Jeff. She fought the urge to leave, making her feet take her around the car to where Jeff was standing.

"Here." He handed her a drink. "I thought you might need this."

Grateful, Monica took the drink and gulped it down. "Thanks." She heaved a sigh, the happy buzz returning. The closeness of Jeff excited her.

"I brought a bottle." He filled Monica's empty glass. The scent of her perfume filled his head. He ogled her tits straining beneath her dress. With one finger, while Monica sipped her drink, he traced a line over her shoulder, down her smooth flesh, stopping where her neck met her dress. He noticed her hand shaking and knew it was going to be great tonight.

"We shouldn't," Monica moaned, but she knew she would.

Jeff circled her lush body with his arms, drawing her tight against his hard frame. "I've wanted you for a long time," he whispered hoarsely. "A long time," He crushed his mouth to hers, invading her throat with his tongue.

drunk with passion, the potent rum making her bold, Monica gobbled greedily on Jeff's tongue. She ground her body against him, totally committed to her first act of adultery.

"Baby," Jeff groaned, enjoying a sample of her passion. "Unnnn, baby." His hands roamed freely over her rocking hips and tight ass. His prick throbbed in his pants, crushed against her pressing belly.

"Ohhhhh, Jeff," she gasped, loving his hands. "Ohhhh, God, I feel like a tramp."

Jeff hungrily brought his hands to her tits and squeezed. "You're not a tramp, Monica."

His hands mauling her tits erased the last shred of resistance from both her mind and body. "Unnnn, let me take this off. I don't want to get it all wrinkled." She was floating on a cloud of lust.

She stepped back, face flushed, eyes bright with desire. With a sultry smile on her face, she reached behind her back, slid the zipper down. A quick shake of her shoulders and the dress melted to her waist, baring her large plump creamy tits.

Jeff's breath caught in his chest. "Christ, Monica... your tits... damn!" His prick ached, and he rubbed his crotch. "Baby!"

Monica saw the lust in his eyes and fed on it. It had been ages since Steve had looked at her that way. "Do you think they're too big." She giggled, hefted her melon-shaped tits in her hands and jiggled them.

Jeff feasted his eyes on Monica's overripe tits. They were twice the size of Dawn's. He reached for them. "Let me do that."

Monica relinquished her tits to Jeff's big greedy hands. "Ooooo, Jeff. It feels so good... ummmmm, so good!" She swooned, her nipples swelling with blood, aching, ready to burst.

Jeff mauled her tits roughly, enjoying the soft texture, the heat generated by her passion, and the hard pointed nipples burning into the palms of his hands. "Get your dress off," he rasped.

Dazed, Monica blinked. She stepped back and eased the dress down over her hips. Swiftly she stepped out of it, expertly keeping it from touching the floor. Knowing Jeff's eyes were following her every move, she exaggerated them as she elaborately folded her dress over the back of a chair.

She was bent over, her ass wrapped in black silk bikini panties. Straightening up, she faced him, tits rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs.

"I'm so hot," she said. "So damn fuckin' hot." She didn't care anymore. All she wanted was Jeff's cock. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. She saw the bulge and swooned.

"So am I, baby," he said, leering at her lush body.

"I can tell," she said, licking her lips. "You're going to bust through your pants."

"Why don't you do something about it?"

No longer shy, no longer afraid, she gave him a sizzling smile. "I intend to." Her blue eyes scanned the garage. She spotted a towel, grabbed it and dropped it on the floor in front of Jeff. "I don't want to get dirty."

Jeff didn't speak. His dark eyes looked over her creamy tits, trim waist, flared hips, and long legs. "When?" he rasped when she didn't move.

"Now." She dropped to her knees, stared at his crotch and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Trembling, she brought her fingers to his zipper. She tilted her head up and smiled. "You better give me another drink."

Jeff grinned and handed her the bottle.

She took a swig, shivered and returned the bottle. "Mmmmm, now for a taste of something else.

She deftly pulled down the zipper of Jeff's pants. Her heart racing wildly and pounding in her ears, she groped in his pants, her fingers latching around his steel-beamed prick.

"Oooo, I got it," she purred, lugging out his long thick cock. "Unnnn, it's so hard." She swooned, blue eyes popping as she stared at Jeff's cock.

"Give it a kiss, baby," he moaned. He jerked his cock through her fist. "Kiss it."

Brazenly, Monica lifted her head. "I'll do more than give it a kiss. I'll give you a blow job, you won't forget for awhile." She licked her lips lewdly. "You know how long it's been since Steve and I made it together?"

Jeff shook his head, his balls churning as she squeezed his cock. "He's crazy for neglecting you."

She spotted a small glob of jizz seeping from Jeff's piss-hole. "You're dripping." She whipped out her tongue and scooped it up. "Mmm I almost forgot how good it tastes.

'Your mouth," Jeff groaned. "In your mouth."

"After I get your pants down," she said, attacking his belt. She opened his pants and, with his shorts, pulled them down around his knees.

"Now eat me," Jeff groaned, anxious to feed his prick to the luscious blonde. "Suck it."

Monica caressed Jeff's prick, enjoying the pulsing power that coursed through his cock. Hefting his balls, she moaned. "Oh, Jeff, they're so heavy.

"Not for long," he groaned, jabbing forward and banging the head of his cock against her drooling mouth.

High on rum and enveloped in passion, Monica giggled. "Easy, Jeff. Don't be so impatient. Let me enjoy myself first."

Jeff groaned and leaned against his workbench, content for the moment to allow Monica to do as she pleased.

Monica brought her eager mouth to Jeff's bloated prick. She kissed the throbbing piece of cockmeat. Slowly, she slobbered her lips up and down and over his entire cock, soaking his prick completely in drool. "Like it?" she purred, lifting her gaze to his lust-etched face.

"Great, baby," he groaned. "Stop playing and show me how much you really like my cock."

"I was about to." She opened her mouth, and, holding his cock out straight, she slipped the fat glistening prick into her mouth. Her lips closed . tightly around his cock and she hummed.

"Unnnnn, Monica. He jabbed his hips forward, the head of his prick piercing her "Unnnnn!"

Monica gagged, but didn't retreat. Jeff's prick tasted too good. She relaxed her throat, accepting his cock. Grinding her teeth along the sensitive underside of his prick, she gobbled the rest of his meaty prick into her mouth, stopping only when her lips met his groin.

"Unnnnn," Jeff moaned. He reached down, curled his fingers through her thick blonde hair and began tucking her face. "Baby! Baby! Unnnn!"

Monica loved the hard fucking stabs She used her tongue, teeth, lips, and suction power to urge him on. Gurgling in her throat, she lashed her tongue over his cock, sucked hard on his bloated head and gnawed on his throbbing prick.

She brought her hands to his groin, scratched her nails down over his thighs, and fondled his balls as they slapped against her chin. "Unill," she gasped deep in her throat as his prick swelled. She clawed back up his thighs, around his hips to his tight jamming ass. She scratched, feeling him jerk and twist as he ravaged her mouth with his prick.

"Baby," he groaned, releasing her hair. He stopped, panting for air, his prick fucked to the hilt, pulsing in the tightness of her throat.

Dragging her teeth along the entire length of his cock, Monica slowly brought her mouth off his throbbing hard-on. His prick popped from her mouth, jutting up in the air. "I'm glad you stopped," she panted. "I don't want what's in your balls wasted in my mouth."

Jeff grunted, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Neither do I, but for a minute I wasn't sure I could stop myself."

"I would have stopped you," she giggled, rubbing her belly against his spit-soaked cock. "I would have used my teeth." Her mouth glistened, and her eyes glowed. "I need your cock in my pussy.

"Get your panties off," he said huskily. "Climb on the hood of my car.

"Oooo, Jeff," she swooned. "It sounds so exciting." She leaned against his car, wiggled her hips blatantly and eased her panties down around her knees. Her dark-blonde pussy hair, neatly trimmed, formed a triangle where her lush creamy thighs met. "You ever fuck a blonde before?"

"Not lately," he said, openly admiring her beautiful body.

"Now's the time." She shook her legs, and her panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg and lifted her foot, her panties flying at Jeff. "Catch."

Jeff did. He rubbed the soft silky panties, the heady scent of her cunt clinging to the material. It inflamed his mind. He dropped the panties on the workbench. Holding his pants to keep from tripping, he stepped toward Monica as she climbed up on the hood of the car.

"I've never fucked anyone but Steve," she gasped. "You're the first."

This knowledge made his groin ache and his balls rumble. "I'll make sure you'll enjoy it."

"Ooooo, I know I will." She spread her legs wide, wriggled her ass on the smooth metal.

"See how wet I am? I'm always wet, always ready, but Steve doesn't care." She humped up. 'Tuck me, Jeff. Fuck me and make me forget."

Jeff stepped close, grabbed her hips and pulled. The head of his prick split the wet puffy folds of her cunt and slipped easily into the steamy wet gash of her pussy. "Unnnn, you're hot, baby. Hot and wet!"

"I know! I know!" Monica went wild. "All of it, Jeff. Shove it all in me. I need it so fuckin' bad!"

Jeff lunged forward, fucking his prick to the root. Hot spongy cunt muscles surrounded his prick, pulsed with a steady beat against his throbbing cock and greased his prick with warm sudsy froth for fast fucking action. "Tight too!"

"Yessss," she hissed, her blue eyes bulging as her cunt became stuffed with Jeff's prick. "I'm like a virgin, a hot excited virgin." She felt his cock throbbing inside her cunthole. Her hips bucked and her ass lifted off the hood of the car. "Ewww, you're so big and hard."

Jeff leered down at Monica writhing on the car, her pussy impaled on his prick. A grin eased over his handsome face. "It'll get harder, too," he groaned. He eased back, lunged for-ward. "You like that?"

"Unnn, yeah!" The fucking stab had her head spinning. "More, Jeff. More!"

He repeated the hard jab, his balls whacking against her flesh. The bead of his prick fucked deep, skewered her soft tender cunt. Again, he pulled out, watched her face freeze, then he fucked back, enjoying the expression on her flushed face.

"Oh, Jeff... God, can you fuck!" she moaned, unable to keep from writhing on the car. "God, I wish we were in a bed." She rotated her hips, gliding her cunt along his prick, coating his cock with warm pussycream.

Jeff held firm, allowing Monica for the moment to do all the work.

Monica s hips jammed up, then her ass crashed down, thudding to the hood of the car. She twisted and churned, fucking his long thickening cock like a wildcat. "Fuck me, Jeff. Don't make me do all the work."

Jeff fucked into her squishy pussy with fast-calculated lunges. "Baby, unnn!" He released her hips and grabbed the jiggling flesh other tits. Fucking in and out of her cunt, he mangled her creamy tits in his hands.

"Ahhhhh, Jeff," she gasped; "You'll rip them off." She bucked against his fucking prick, twisted against his violent hands. "Ooo, Christ, I love it!"

Jeff fucked the full length of his bloated cock into her cunt. Her cunt muscles, spongy and hot, attacked his cockshaft. Creamy white pussy juice clung to his prickshaft, greasing it for the next plunge. He filled the garage with his groans. "Baby... you're dynamite!"

Open-mouthed and panting, Monica banged her cunt into him, getting the entire length of his prick into her hot scalding pussy. "Oh, Jeff... your cock... so stiff... hard!" Her luscious body wiggled, twisted, churned as she let herself go completely to enjoy her first fuck in months.

Jeff picked up speed. He fucked forward, meeting her. Their bodies smacked wetly into each other. "Baby... soon... cream, Monica... unnnnn!"

A low gurgling moan escaped her mouth. Orgasms, long repressed and denied, exploded deep in her cunt. Her body began to shake uncontrollably.

A host of tingling climaxes seized her body, starting in her pussy and spreading to every inch of her hot sizzling flesh. Her screams choked her throat. "I'm cumming... cum-ming!" Her cunt surrounded his cock in cushiony pulsations. Soft pussy muscles beat a violent rhythm on his Tucking prick. "Your cock. I'm creaming it... 00000... creaming all over it!" Jeff's face was red with passion. His muscled arms stiffened, his hands grabbing her gyrating hips. He held tight, his fingers sinking into her soft yielding flesh. He saw that she was cumming and felt her climax on his cock as he plummeted her pussy with hard lightning-fast jabs. It blew his mind.

"I'm gonna cum, Monica. Cream your pussy!"

"Yessss!" she cried. "Cum, Jeff. Drown me in your cum!" She was out of her head, not caring about anything but the cock that was giving her the pleasure she had been denied for so long. "Gum! Cum in my pussy!"

With Jeff's next grunt and fucking jab, his balls erupted. Hot thick cum boiled over, shot through his cock and out his dilated pisser. "I'm cumming!"

"I feel it! Aghhhh!" Her cunt, sticky with juice, milked Jeff's cock wildly as he fucked in and out of her pussy. "More, Jeff. More!"

Jeff's exploding cock spewed out a jet stream of stringy jism, whitewashing her gorgeous cunthole. "You got it, baby! Here it comes!" More cum sprayed from his prick, filling her already overflowing cunt.

Monica's pussy went into erratic contractions. She felt his load-boiling hot-fill her cunt. She came jabbing up at him, wanting more, and craving all he had. She needed every drop to drown the fire raging out of control in her pussy. "I'm still... creaming! Jeff creaming;.. your prick!" Monica s foamy cunt-cream poured from her hot cunt. With each horrendous jab of Jeff's fucking prick, cum coated his cock and dripped down the crack of her jiggling ass. The fuck juices left a wet smear of sticky goo on the hood of his car. She twisted her upper body. Her tits flopped wildly, nipples swelling, ready to burst. Her sweaty flesh squeaked against the smooth finish of the car.

"Jeff! Jeff!" She reached for him, arms outstretched, nails raking the air. Her ass hammered the hood. Her plump tits quivered and shook; She garbled something then screamed shrilly. "I can't stop cumming. So much. Oooo... Christ!"

Jeff fucked her with every ounce of strength he possessed. He creamed her pussy with wad after wad of thick cum. His hips moved back and forth, driving, his cock through the soupy froth of her overflowing cunt. "Baby! Baby! Can't stop... either!" He held her hips and fucked her over and over.

Cum squirted deep, triggering more orgasms in Monica's overheated pussy. "Your cock, Jeff."

Another shrill scream filled the air. Her head rocked from side to side, blonde hair splaying out over the shiny hood. Orgasms bombarded her. She stared, watched his face turn blurry. She blinked, arched her back, her wet ass cheeks squeaking on the hood..

The hammering ache in Jeff's balls grew more painful. More cum gushed from his cock. Jizz flowed like a river. He saw her features, beautifully exquisite, contort into a lustful expression that churned up more cum from his balls. He savagely fucked her, spewing out cum, his piss-slot wide open.

Monica's hips moved vigorously. Her cunt overflowed with his sticky jizz and her own frothy pussy-cream. Her ass cheeks slapped the hood and she screamed again. Her legs shot out, quivered, then closed around his hips, holding his cock prisoner inside her pussy.

Jeff fucked away at her vulnerable cunt, keeping the same arduous pace. He felt her wet emit teasing around his cockshaft, felt the overpowering heat of her cunt sear through his prickshaft and down into his balls. His balls emptied the last of their load as he fucked in and out of her climaxing cunt for the last time.

"You're fabulous," she gasped, releasing him as she twitched in ecstasy. "Fabulous." Her orgasms ebbed, leaving her weak and sated. Her naked flesh glistened with the sweat of her passion. Her hips, still jerking on their own, stopped, and she whimpered.

Jeff eased his prick from her pussy. His cockshaft hung limp against his thigh, coated with a white filmy froth. "You were great, Monica," he groaned, catching his breath. "Great Steve must be crazy as hell."

With her passion satisfied and the mention of her husband's name, a wave of guilt swept over her. She pulled herself up. "I wish Steve felt the same way." She eased off the car and slipped into her panties.

Jeff used the towel, wiped his cock clean and pulled his pants up, zipping them quickly. "Anytime you need a little relief, I'll be waiting." He reached for her hand.

Monica turned. "Zip me, please." She felt strange. Her head ached from the rum, and her heart ached from what she had done.

"You're all set." He took her hand. "Let's go back to the party."

"I couldn't," she said. "I couldn't." She backed away.

"Sure you can. No one will know."

"I'll know," she said. "I feel dirty." She felt. Jeff's cum in her cunt and blushed. "I have to go home."

"Suit yourself." He leaned against the workbench. "You go first. Remember, if you want me, call."

She nodded. "Don't call me, okay?"

"Sure." He watched her peek out the door. "Drive careful.'.' Monica hurried . down the driveway to the street. She ran quickly to her car and climbed in, only then giving vent to her emotions. She cried, ashamed of what she had done.

CHAPTER TWO

Monica stirred, kicked the sheet off her naked body. Squinting, she looked at the clock. It was only ten. Automatically, she reached for Steve. "Shit," she grumbled; her hand hitting the empty side of the bed. "Shit... shit... shit... Shit...

shit."

She sat on the edge of the bed, her head pounding as she recalled the night before. She forced herself not to think of Jeff and what they had done in the garage.

"Too much rum," she moaned, holding her head and padding barefoot to the shower.

Twenty minutes later, her, blonde hair fluffed dry her silky skin pink and clean, Monica returned to the bedroom. Still naked, she went to the window. It was a beautiful day. Her gaze drifted to the empty bed. She bit her lip to keep from crying.

The phone jangled, bringing her out of her depressing thoughts. She threw herself over the bed and grabbed for the phone, hoping it was Steve.

"Hi, sweetheart," Steve said. "Did you have a nice time at the party last night?"

A shudder went through her body. Jeff's face flashed in front of her. "I had a ball," she said. His carefree tone and careless attitude angered her.

"Hey, great." He paused, looking at all the work piled on his desk. "I'm sorry about not being there."

"No, you're not," she snapped.

"C'Mon, Monica, don't act c***dish. I got a lot of work here at the office."

"Enough to keep you there all night?" The more she talked, the angrier she became.

"I slept on the couch," he said, annoyed with her. "I'll be here all day too. Have to finish up. We'll have tomorrow together."

"Maybe I won't want to spend the day with you," she said. "I met some very nice men at the party last night. Maybe I'll spend today and tomorrow with them.

"Go to hell!" he snarled. It had been a long tedious night, and his nerves were frayed. He slammed the phone down and glared at it. "Bitch." Monica shook. She stared hatefully at the phone, then heard the dial tone. She dropped the phone back in place then wiped a tear from her eye. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh, Steve, why can't it be like before?" Her face became set with firm lines of determination. A nagging thought loomed up in the back of her mind. "He's cheating."

She rolled over on her stomach, pounded the pillow. Anger and irrational jealousy filled her.

"I can do the same." She giggled lewdly. "I did last night."

What had happened with Jeff no longer ate at her mind. It soothed it. Since Steve was doing the same thing, there was no reason why she shouldn't continue. She hauled herself out of bed.

"I have all day to have fun," she said, rummaging through her drawers looking for something revealing and sexy to wear. Illogical jealousy and constant neglect had robbed her of reason. Although she wouldn't admit it, believing Steve was cheating made her affair with Jeff last night and what she planned for today that much easier to accept.

She found what she was looking for tight purple terry shorts and matching top. Perfect.

She slipped the terry shorts up her long slender legs. The soft purple shorts clung deliciously to her round hips and tight heartshaped ass. Holding the matching top, she strode over to the full-length mirror and admired herself for a brief moment.

She liked what she saw. The shorts fit perfectly. They dug erotically into the gash of her pussy, a temptation for anyone who might look. She turned and quivered as her creamy ass cheeks peeked out from her shorts.

She sighed.

Monica slipped the top over her head, fluffed her blonde hair. One last look, then, after slipping into a pair of high-heel shoes, she left the bedroom.

She didn't know where she was going, but she knew wherever it was, it would be more fun than sitting around an empty house moping. The doorbell stopped her in her tracks as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her heart skipped. Jeff? She shook her head, hoping it wasn't. The bell rang again.

"I'm coming," she called. She opened the door, saw Kenny Morgan standing there. "Kenny... what can I do for you?"

"Your husband told me to come over this morning. He wanted me to help him clean out the garage." His brown eyes bulged as he leered at Monica. A tremor shot through his prick. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Monica enjoyed Kenny's obvious pleasure. It made her feel good. "C'mon in." She stepped aside, allowing the tall muscular teenager in. "How about something to drink?" Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and led the boy out to the kitchen.

The touch of Monica's hand excited him. His prick, crammed in his jeans, ached. He could smell her perfume, and it inflamed .his young impressionable mind.

"Where's Mr. Adams?" he asked as Monica sat him down at the kitchen table.

"Steve is at the office working today," she said.

"Oh, I guess... maybe I should come back later, maybe tomorrow." He didn't want to. What he wanted to do was sit and ogle Monica the rest of the day.

"I wouldn't think of sending you home." An excitement began to build inside her. Turning this handsome boy on would not only help her to forget her troubles, it would be a blast. Teasing, that would be all. She refused to think beyond the next few minutes. If she did, she knew she would change her mind. "How about some juice?"

"Sure," Kenny said. Any excuse was welcomed. He stared at her long legs, rounded ass, and curvy hips as she headed for the refrigerator. He licked his lips, his gaze settling on the exquisite flesh of her ass, which peeked out from under her shorts. He groaned, then blushed.

"Did you say something?" She turned, caught his gaze and smiled.

"No... no... " he stammered. He tore his gaze away and looked down at his hands as they rested in his lap, covering the bulge of his cock.

Monica noticed the bulge. A prick that sure wasn't easily hidden. She brought the juice back to the table, then leaned her hip against his shoulder as she poured.

The touch of her body had Kenny's insides shaking. He wanted to grab, but didn't. His prick hurt. When she moved away to sit down, he felt a sense of relief and anguish, relief because if she hadn't moved, he would have creamed his jeans and anguish because now, sitting across the table from him, she seemed so far away.

"How much did my husband say he was going to pay you?" She stared at the young boy. The prospect of turning him on made the insides of her pussy seep.

"Ten dollars," he said, trying, but failing to keep his gaze off her pillowy tits as they strained erotically against her soft terry top.

"Since I'll be helping you, instead of Steve, you'll wind up doing more work, so I'll pay you twenty. Okay?"

"You don't have, to help," he protested. "I'll do it myself."

Monica stood and stretched, the terry top riding up, baring smooth silky flesh for the teenager to ogle. "I want to help. Now drink your juice and let's get started."

Kenny was thrilled, happy she hadn't taken him up on his suggestion. He could look at her all morning.

Monica took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Their gazes met-excitement glowed in Monica's, lust in Kenny's. She saw it and approved. It was going to be a great day.

"I guess these empty boxes should be first," Monica said, bending over, once they were in the garage. She lingered in this erotic position, feeling Kenny's gaze on her ass. She gave her hips a little wiggle and stood up, carrying the empty box from the garage.

Kenny could only gawk. The bending action had caused more fleshy ass meat to peek out from under her shirts.

Monica dropped the empty box in the driveway. She turned and caught him looking. "Are you staring at me?" She walked slowly back to the garage, tits jiggling, hips swinging, and eyes dancing with fire.

Kenny blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled. He turned, found a heavy box and picked it up.

She leaned against the station wagon and waited for Kenny to return. "You don't have to be sorry. I like having you look at me. It makes me hot." She winked, licking her lips invitingly.

Kenny was shocked, not believing he had heard right.

Monica, deciding it was time to step up her teasing and really seduce the boy, walked up to the stunned teenager. "You're handsome."

She squeezed his bare arms. "Strong too. Her tits brushed ever so lightly against his chest. "I'll bet all the girls think you're sexy, huh?"

Kenny didn't know what to say. She was driving him crazy. He looked into her blue eyes, the agony of his hard-on etched in the passion written all over his face.

"You ever make it with one of your girlfriends?" Her voice was soft, caressing.

Kenny felt her breath on his face. She moved closer, and he could feel the tips of her nipples burn through his tee shirt and sear his chest. His cock was against her belly. Heat soared through his prickshaft. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Monica's heart was pounding. "You're a virgin?" The idea of teaching a boy about sex made her head spin.

Kenny, still unable to speak, nodded.

"Ooooo, Kenny," she purred. "Today is your lucky day."

Kenny was too dazed to realize what she meant. He swallowed the boulder that clogged his throat. "Maybe we should finish cleaning out the garage." His voice was like sandpaper.

"Don't you want to touch me, Kenny feel me up? I thought that was all boys your age thought about... feeling up girls." Kenny groaned. The idea of feeling her up, touching her tits, ass, and possibly her pussy, turned his mind to putty. "Don't... tease me," he rasped, not believing her at all.

"I'm not teasing you, Kenny." To prove she meant what she had said, she took his hands and brought them to her top, placing them on her tits. "Squeeze, Kenny. Enjoy yourself."

Kenny's fingers sank easily into the soft terry material that hid her fleshy tits. He felt as if his cock were going to snap in half.

"Mmmmmm, I like that, Kenny. Do you?"

"Yessss," he moaned through clenched teeth. As if in a trance, he watched his hands squeezing, fondling Monica's tits through her terry top.

"You ever do this to a girl?" The boy's hands, inexperienced but eager, had her pussy creaming.

He nodded, afraid to speak, afraid it would break the spell.

"Were they big like mine?" She was full of questions. The answers, she knew, would turn her on even more.

"No," he managed to say weakly.

"Oooooo." Monica conjured up an image of Kenny fondling some young girl's tits. The image made her knees weak. "I think you'd enjoy yourself if you took off my top, don't you?"

"Really?" he blurted, his mouth gaping open.

"Really," she purred. "Take off my top." She quivered, hot spasms shooting through her pussy as the boy slipped her top up, exposing her tits.

Kenny's breath caught in his throat. His eyes popped. He was gawking at the large fleshy mounds of Monica's tits. "God," he muttered. He forgot about her top. It was around her neck Enjoying the boy's enthusiasm and innocence, she took the top off the rest of the way, tossing it over the hood of the station wagon. She stepped back, proudly exhibiting her huge milky tits. "You like them?"

"Uh, huh," he moaned, feasting his eyes on her tits. They were the most gorgeous pair of tits he had ever seen. Even the girls in fuck magazines couldn't compare.

"I'm not wearing any panties under my shorts," she said, bombarding the teenager with horny images.

Kenny's gaze dropped from her luscious tits to her terry-covered crotch.. He saw the line where the shorts gouged into her pussy. -His prick throbbed incessantly.

Seeing where his gaze was, Monica moved the crotch of her shorts, exposing, for a brief moment, a part of her blonde-haired pussy. "Did you see?"

"Yeah," he moaned, blinking. She wasn't wearing panties. It boggled his mind.

"If I take off my shorts, will you show me your cock?" She stood with her legs spread, hands defiantly on her hips, tits heaving with each deep breath.

"Yeah," he said, not actually believing her. Somewhere in his mind, he had reasoned that this was as far as the beautiful Mrs. Adams would go. Showing her tits was one thing, but stripping completely and wanting to see his cock was another.

Monica giggled. "You don't believe me." Without waiting to hear his protest, she latched her fingers into the waistband of her. shorts and skimmed them down over her hips, stopping when a few blonde pussy hairs peeked out, "You want me to keep going?"

"Yes. Don't stop," he groaned, his cock throbbing, his eyes devouring what he could see. "Please."

"Remember, I get to see your cock." She pushed her shorts down the rest of the way. They formed a puddle at her ankles. She stepped out of them. "Well?"

"Oh, Mrs. Adams." He thought he would cream. His balls felt ready to burst. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Kenny." She pointed to his bulging crotch. "Now you. Let me see what's making that big lump in your pants."

Devouring Monica's naked body with his eyes, Kenny shyly hesitated. His knees were shaking, his gut was in turmoil. It was like looking at a centerfold in a fuck mag, except Mrs. Adams was real.

"Don't be shy," Monica purred, sensing the boy's reluctance. "Take it out and I'll play with it."

Kenny fumbled with the zipper, hauled it down and groped inside his jeans. He grunted as he pulled his cock free. It was a relief. The ache was still there, but the pain was gone. He blushed when he found her leering at his long slender prick.

"Oh, Kenny. I never thought your prick would be so big." The teenager's cock dazzled her.

"My sister says I'm hung like a stud horse." His chest swelled with pride.

"You certainly are." She swooned. She opened the back door of the station wagon. "Hop in. We'll pretend we're parked in some secluded spot." The idea excited her, and she trembled as Kenny climbed in the roomy back seat.

Kenny squirmed over to the center, leaving plenty of room for Monica. His cock speared the air like a slender tree, his cockhead glistening, swollen with blood. He had been in the backseat with a few girls, but never like this.

Monica climbed in beside him. She grabbed his prick, squeezing. "I feel like a k**, Kenny. Ewwww, you're seeping." She spotted the clear fizz oozing from his pisser. "You must be hot as hell."

"I am," he groaned, fucking his cock up through her clenching fist. "Unnnnn." He dropped back. Her squeezing fingers had become a vise. "I'm hot too," she moaned, relaxing her fingers. "Don't rush it. We have all morning.

Kenny caught his breath and tried to relax.

It was almost impossible. Her fingers were massaging his prick, and the fire in his balls was beginning to get out of control.

Monica rubbed her naked body against him. "Play with me too," she purred, wriggling her bare ass on the back seat. She spread her legs, waiting for Kenny to touch and fondle her pussy. She dropped his prick, not wanting the boy to cum too soon.

With one arm around Monica, Kenny roamed his hand over her sizzling sweet flesh, mauling, squeezing, and caressing her huge milky tits. His cock fucked the air, throbbed freely, blood surging through his thickening prickshaft.

"Ummmm, Kenny," Monica moaned, writhing on the seat. "I'm having a ball." She leaned her head back and kept her legs spread. Her tits were sensitive to Kenny's fingers. She humped up. "My pussy. Don't neglect my pussy. Kenny had no intention of neglecting Monica's pussy. His hand skimmed down over her belly. His fingers combed through her thick blonde thatch of pussy hair. Fingertips touched the steamy wet gash. At that moment, if Monica had been holding his cock, he would have exploded. Instead, his pisser seeped, the clear cum making his cockhead looked waxed.

"Ooooo, Kenny, my pussy. Finger me. Feel how wet I am." She had given up on reality. Passion, lust, desire enveloped her, caressed her, urged her on. "Finger-fuck me, Kenny. Please!"

Her words pounded in his ears. He gouged his fingers into the sopping wet gap of her cunthole. Muscles pulsed wildly against his fingers. Creamy pussy juice coated them. Fuck juice oozed from her cunthole, soaking the rest of his hand.

Writhing in bliss, her legs spread, her tits bouncing with each move, she looked at his cock. She had to have his prick. She craved his cock in her mouth. She couldn't think beyond that. To suck this handsome boy off became an irresistible impulse she had to indulge.

"No... more," she panted, pushing his hand away Kenny froze, not understanding, believing he had done something wrong. He stared, bewildered.

Like a wildcat, Monica was on the startled boy. Frantic, dying to taste the boy's prick, she forced down his pants and shorts. Moaning and whimpering like an a****l in distress, she swooped down on his cock.

"Aghhhh," Kenny growled as Monica's lips. teeth, and tongue attacked his throbbing prick with full force. He stiffened, leaned back, a pawn to the older woman's lust.

Monica squirmed to get comfortable. On her side, her head on his lap, she used her hand to twist his cock against her mouth.

Monica sucked the sensitive underside of the boy's prick. She chewed delicately with her teeth and lips, her tongue whipping over, his cock madly. The boy's groans excited her, pushed her into more acts of pleasure.

With glassy eyes, Kenny followed the contour of Monica's body. His gaze moved along her legs and lingered on the red oozing gash of her cunt where moments ago his fingers had enjoyed the heated wetness of her gripping pussy.

Kenny's gaze continued up her body to her tits, the nipples reddish-brown, swollen, the tips like hard bullets. "Oh, Christ," he groaned. Her hot sucking mouth was driving him crazy.

She slurped noisily, his cock filling her mouth to capacity. His prickshaft flattened her tongue.

He looked at his cock where her mouth played havoc. He watched, dizzy from what he saw. He used his hand, following the same path as his eyes. He caressed her flesh, stroked fingers through her pussy and massaged her tits greedily. He was getting close, dangerously close to blasting his load.

Monica sensed it, felt it in the erratic throbbing of his cockshaft against her sensitive lips. She twisted around, loomed over his prick, mouth open, ready to dine on every hard delicious inch.

"Cum in my mouth," she gasped, her voice husky, coated with a thick layer of lust. "Cream my throat and mouth."

"Unnnn," Kenny moaned, unable to say anything else. He jerked his rump up from the seat. The head of his prick brushed against her wet hungry lips. "Unnnnn."

Stiff, fully erect, and swollen with blood, Kenny's cock was at her mouth. She swallowed the head of his prick. Easily, the bloated cockhead invaded her throat. Still, she didn't stop. Hard throbbing inches beat against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and deep in her gullet.

"Aghhh!" Kenny growled, overcome by the heated pleasure of Monica's mouth. He began to shudder, unable to stop himself. Her mouth was a furnace, a wet fiery furnace.

"Mmmm," she hummed, liking the taste of the boy's cock. "Mmmmm." She popped her mouth off for a second. "I'm going to suck every drop of cum out of your cock, Kenny. Every fuckin' drop."

As the boy groaned, she surrounded the head of his cock again, taking his prick to the root. Curly crotch hair tickled her nose. Quickly, as if her mouth were a hot pulsing pussy, she began to bob her head up and down, bringing the crazed teenager to the peak.

Kenny squirmed, his lean-muscled frame tight, ready to explode. He stared, vision blurred with lust. "I'm... gonna... aghhhh, Christ!" He jabbed up, his groin smacking roughly into Monica s hot clinging lips. "Aghhhh!"

With Kenny's passion unleashed, Monica groaned deep in her throat. Kenny's long exquisite prick was spearing her gullet, fucking away in her mouth. She kept her eyes open, breathing hard through her nose. Elated, she knew it wouldn't be long now.

She took the attack to the boy. Her soft lips glided along his throbbing cockshaft. Warm spit dribbled from her mouth. She sucked. Kenny moaned. She chewed. Kenny groaned.

"Unllll," she gurgled as Kenny's cock clogged her throat. Deep sucks, whipping lashes, and gnawing bites on his prickshaft had the boy shuddering in bliss, ready to blast.

Wildly, Kenny fucked into her eager mouth. His head was tossed back, his eyes glaring at the roof of the car. Mouth open, he growled, fucking violently into Monica's open mouth.

Monica jammed her face forward. Her throat muscles squeezed around Kenny's prick. She dragged her teeth along his cockshaft, sucking all the way until only the head of his prick was in her mouth. She tasted his cum. Jizz had never stopped seeping. She anticipated the coming explosion and shivered.

Kenny, with only the head of his cock in her mouth, lunged up. He wanted his prick buried in her . throat when he creamed.. He fucked again, but Monica evaded his efforts, keeping only his cockhead between her clinging lips. Frantically, he tried to bury his prick in her throat.

Monica loved it. She used her tongue to torment his piss-slit. She sucked on his cockhead noisily, then, meeting one of his frenzied lunges, she slammed her head forward, allowing Kenny's cock to fuck back into her throat.

"Agllhhh," Kenny groaned with relief.

With his prick buried, he concentrated on fucking her mouth until he creamed.

Kenny's cock stretched her throat. His groin smacked into her lips. She loved it.

The deep erotic sucks, whipping tongue, and gnawing teeth finally took their toll. "I'm cumming!" he roared in the back seat of the car. "I'm cumming!" Hot thick cum spewed from his cock in a deluge. Groans strangled his throat as he flooded Monica's mouth and gullet with cum.

Monica sucked, greedily refusing to lose a drop of Kenny's precious cum. As Kenny fucked his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, she drew in her cheeks, giving more suction power. Her teeth sc****d along his throbbing hulk of cockmeat, and she heard Kenny howl.

Kenny went berserk. Monica's mouth was a vacuum, a hot vacuum sucking the jizz from his balls faster than his cock could squirt it out. His jerky frantic moves fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. He twisted his hips, his prick caught, a prisoner of Monica's delicious mouth.

Monica gurgled on Kenny's cum. His jizz was coming too fast. Cum gushed into her mouth, out her lips. Gooey wads trickled down his cockshaft, forming a puddle in his cock hair. Gum dribbled down his aching balls to the seat.

Monica, as Kenny fucked her mouth, sucked on his prick. More cum filled her cheeks. Thick wads spewed down her throat, clogged her nose. Gagging, choking, she swallowed, refusing to quit, refusing to lose even one fantastic glob of cum.

Kenny lunged up wildly, grinding his groin against her lips. His cock spurted more jism. He heard her gag, didn't care. He hadn't finished. "I'm still cumming!" he roared. "Ahhhhh!"

Monica held her head steady, allowing the boy to give full vent to his lust. She absorbed his thrusting jabs and sucked his cock, draining his balls expertly. Cum flowed from her mouth, her nose, and down his shaft.

She sensed he was through. She wasn't. As he collapsed back and groaned, Monica sucked his entire cock into her mouth. She held his prick in her throat, felt his cock begin to shrink. The sensation was exciting, something she had never felt before.

"No," he moaned, his prick spent, his balls empty. "No." He squirmed, but her mouth refused to set him free.

Monica sucked, getting the last few precious drops from his cock. Slowly, her cheeks drawn in tight, she pulled her mouth up the length of his now-limp prick. His cock head popped from her mouth.

"Unnnn," Kenny groaned, this prick free at last.

Monica wasn't through. She used her tongue, licking his prickshaft, his balls, through his cock hair, cleaning him, catching every drop of cum she had missed.

Finished, she looked up. Her blue eyes blazed.. "Now me. We'll go in the house... up to my bedroom.

Kenny nodded. He would do anything, anything she asked. He was her slave. "In the house?"

"Yes, my handsome young lover. Up in my bed."

Kenny groaned, dizzy with lust.

CHAPTER THREE

Monica scrambled out of the car, pulling her shorts and top on. Passion ran rampant through her body. Sucking the teenager off had been fabulous. She couldn't wait until they were up in bed. She had plans for Kenny, erotic plans they would both enjoy. "C'mon, Kenny."

Kenny had his cock back in his pants, his zipper halfway up. "Okay," he said, dazzled by all that was happening. "I'm ready."

Monica took his hand, anxiously pulled him outside.

They hurried through the kitchen and up the stairs. Excited, they strode down the hail to the bedroom.

Inside, Monica swiftly tore her clothes from her body, and threw herself on the bed, ready to be fucked by the teenager in every way possible. "Strip, Kenny. Get on the bed with me."

Kenny had been gawking. Her voice brought him out of his stupor. Frantically, he pulled his clothes from his hard lean body. His gaze never left the bed and Monica's writhing naked flesh. He gulped. Bare-ass naked, his prick hanging limply against his thigh, he stood in a trance.

Monica drooled as she stared openly at the tall boy. "Mmmmm, you'll be hard in no time." She lifted her arms. "Now come to bed and kiss me good night."

Hoping his cock would get hard again, Kenny eagerly jumped into bed with the sexy blonde housewife. He shuddered as her sizzling body pressed against his. A spasm shot through his cock.

"Oooooo, Kenny.." She roamed his body with her hands, showering the stunned teenager with hot wet exciting kisses.

"Mmmmm."

For the moment, Kenny wallowed in the pleasure of Monica's mouth and the pleasure of her roaming hands. "Oooo, Mrs. Adams." He squirmed, grabbed her, shyness gone. He kissed her hard, urgently, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands kneaded her body, exploring, reveling in her soft' curves, her yielding flesh. "Oh, Mrs. Adams.

"Oh, Kenny, you're so forceful." She caressed his face, his neck, and his tightly muscled back. "Unnnnn, Kenny. You're driving me wild." Kenny feasted on Monica's neck. He became an a****l, groaning, gobbling Monica's flesh with his mouth.

Monica loved it and let him explore her body without guiding him. His inexperience excited her. His uncontrolled lust made her pussy cream. "Unnnn, Kenny. Kenny! Suck my tits. Don't just play with them."

In his fogged passion, Kenny heard Monica's voice. He held in his lust somewhat, caught his breath, and lifted his body. He stared hotly down at Monica. He gulped, dizzy with desire as he leered at her large ripe tits.

"Yes, Kenny. Suck them hard and get me all wet." She cupped her tits, offering them to the dazed teenager.

For a second, Kenny could only stare and drool.

"Suck them, Kenny," she repeated softly. "Suck my tits."

"Yes, Mrs. Adams." He brought his hungry mouth to one offered globe of sweet tittie meat. Reverently, he kissed her tit. Again and again, he kissed her tit, until finally, he lost control again and attacked her tits maniacally.

"Unnn, yeahhhh," Monica gasped, loving the way the boy was ravaging her tits. "Chew them, Kenny, bite." She writhed on the bed, legs spread, and ass humping.

His moans and a****l groans were muffled by the abundance of Monica's tits. He devoured first one, then the other. He soaked each creamy tit with his spit. Each tit glowed a bright pink from his attacking mouth. Red teeth marks pocked her flesh, fading as Kenny now concentrated on her round swollen nipples.

She thrashed on the bed. Creamy fuck juice oozed from her pussy. She combed her fingers through the enraged boy's thick brown hair. Crushing him against her tits,, she squealed as his teeth sunk into her sensitive nipple.

"Oh! Oh! Aghhhh!" She humped her ass from the bed. "You're... biting... me!" She gazed at the, ceiling. The boy was crazy. He was going to destroy her tits. It was heaven.

Kenny slobbered over her flesh, his face wet, her tits slippery, red, marred. He heard Monica scream. His head snapped up. "Did I hurt you?"

"Ewwww, yes, but I loved it." She caressed his face. "You really know how to treat a woman."

Kenny grinned sheepishly, stared at his handiwork and was shocked to see what he had done to her tits. "I'm... sorry."

"I told you, I loved it. Don't be sorry." She felt the throbbing of his cock against her thigh. "You're hard again, Kenny. I feel it."

Kenny realized it too. His prick was swollen, boiling hot from the blood surging through his cockshaft. His hips moved, brushing his cock against her smooth thigh. He knew what he wanted. He glanced at her blonde-haired pussy.

"Fuck me, Kenny. Fuck me with your nice hard dick." She wriggled her hips, exaggerating the sensuous move as if she had already been stuffed with prickmeat. "Fuck me, Kenny."

Kenny scrambled between her legs, his long throbbing prick poised at the entrance to her gorgeous cunt. He found himself shaking. He jabbed and missed as Monica twisted her pussy away from his fucking prick. Surprise and bewilderment flooded his face.

"Not that way, Kenny," she sighed. "I want it slow. I want you to enjoy your first fuck... really appreciate it."

Kenny groaned. Understanding replaced his perplexed look. He nodded, ready to learn and enjoy from this luscious woman.

Monica spread her legs again, wriggled her ass. "Now, Kenny... nice and slow."

Kenny groaned deep in his throat as he angled his cock. This time he inched forward slowly. The head of his cock slipped between the puffy folds of her overheated pussy. Fuck juice flowed, bathing his cockhead in warmth. "Unnnnn." A shuddering spasm erupted in his gut. "Oooooo, Kenny. I feel it." She sensed his resistance was about to break. "Easy, Kenny. Slow... fuck me slow."

Kenny, wanting to please this beautiful woman, obeyed. He eased his prick into her pulsing cunt slowly. The pace was sheer torture. Her cunt was beating against his cockshaft. "Unnnnn, Mrs... aghhhh!" He stopped, shaking, half his cock buried in the steamy sheath of Monica's pussy.

"Ummmmm." Monica was trembling, savoring the pleasure of Kenny's half-buried cock. Don't move... don't move.

Kenny groaned, not sure if he could obey this command. His muscles tensed, and his face contorted in agony.

"Now I'll fuck you." She lifted her hips, gliding the spongy softness of her pussy along the length of Kenny's cock until their bodies met. She eased back, quivering as she emptied her pussy of prickmeat. "You like that?"

All Kenny could do was groan. He stared down into her beautiful face as she did it again. He saw her face flood with passion as she eased more of his cock into her pussy. He saw the passion change to agonizing lust as she again emptied her pussy of his prick.

Monica's blue eyes widened. A sly smile crossed her face. She bit her lip and, without warning, slammed her cunt up, driving Kenny's cock to the root. .She used her cunt muscles on his prickshaft, twisted her hips, ground her clit into his hard groin.

"Aghhhhh!" she growled and fell back, spasms racing through her body. "Oohhhh, fuck me, Kenny! Hard and fast!"

Kenny needed no second invitation. He fucked hard, smashing his lean frame into her supple flesh. His cock fucked deep, ripping into the cushiony wetness of her pulsating pussy. His head snapped back. An a****l groan rumbled in his throat.

"Yes!" Monica howled. "Yes." She met his fucking stab with an upward lunge of her own. Their bodies whacked together. "Harder, fucker. Harder!" She urged the boy on with her twisting body and screaming voice. "Fuck me, Kenny. Puck me!"

Kenny's hips became like pistons. He fucked his cock into her cunt with hard fast fucking stabs. His balls swelled and whacked against the cheeks of her juice-stained ass. He leered down, wallowing in the exquisite sight his young innocent eyes beheld-floundering tits, beautifully flushed face, blue eyes wide and glassy, and mouth open, her pink tongue flicking over her lips.

"Ohhhh, Kenny. Fuck your cock into me." She thrashed on the bed, his prick sending her into bliss. "Ohhhh! Unnnn!"

Kenny's mind was spinning. His cock fucked deep. Squishing pussy muscles beat against his prickshaft. It was fabulous. His dark eyes bulged. The swelling of his balls was torture. Monica saw the look on his face. "Yes, Kenny. Me first. I'm going to cream your dick."

Her words spurred him on. His speed increased. His powerful fuck-strokes grew more demanding. . "Unnun," he groaned through clenched teeth.

Monica let herself go. She soared, exploding noisily into her orgasm. "I'm cumming," she shrieked, her pussy gushing hot buttery pussycream from the pulsing walls of her cunt. "I'm cumming! Aghhhh, Kenny!"

Kenny saw and felt the intensity of Monica's orgasm. It was better than any of his wet dreams. His balls rumbled. His vision blurred. He knew he was going to cum.

In the throes of an exquisite orgasm, Monica felt the frantic actions of the teenager. She welcomed the chance to cream with the boy. "Cum, Kenny. Cum with me!" She humped up, twisting her hips.

Kenny's prick exploded. A spurting stream of thick sticky jizz blasted from the tip of his cock. "I'm cumming!" he roared. He had never before said it aloud. Jerking off in bed or the bathroom wasn't the place to scream. It blew his mind. "I'm cumming!"

"OOOOO, yeah!" Monica wailed, squeezing his lean muscled arms. "Cream me. Fill me, fucker. Shove it deep!" Another orgasm ripped through her cunt, arching her back and stiffening her legs. "Aaghhhhh... Kenny!"

Kenny fucked his cock maniacally in and out of Monica's pussy. Hot cum gushed from his prick, squirting deep, flooding the channel of her cunthole. His balls whacked against her wriggling ass as he gritted his teeth. He brutally fucked her, driving her twisted body back into the bed.

Monica was happily overwhelmed by the boy's strength and cunt-filling prick. She wrapped her legs around his back, squeezed. "More, fucker," she taunted. "More!"

Kenny, with all the exuberance and strength he possessed, complied with Monica's screaming pleas. He fucked deep, squirting out thick globs of cum. His jizz mixed with her cream, washed over his prick and out over his swinging balls.

"Yes," she screamed. "Yes." Tits flopping, head fixed, eyes burning into Kenny's face, she exploded again. Her legs shook, her heels digging into Kenny's back. Her ass lifted from the bed. Hot cum dribbled down the crack of her ass.

Kenny drove her back into the bed. His lean powerful body overwhelmed Monica's soft yielding frame. More cum churned in his balls, pissed out his cock and drenched the cushiony cunt walls that beat against his prickshaft. He had never cum this hard before. "I'm still... " The rest of the sentence caught in his throat as he fucked her twisting body back into the mattress.

Monica absorbed his pounding blows. With her legs wrapped around his back, she mashed her clit against his groin. The exquisite pleasure sent her reeling higher. She grabbed him, hauled him down, and crushed him to her body.

"Aghhhhh," Kenny groaned, then crashed into her. Her tits smashed into his chest. He felt the nipples burn into his flesh. His arms curled under her writhing body, searching, finding the tight jerking cheeks of her ass. He squeezed.

Their bodies, slippery with the sweat of their lust, squirmed and twisted. Kenny's hips drove forward. Monica's hips lunged up. Cock-cum mixed with pussy-cream. It soaked them, formed a dark stain on the sheet where Monica's ass banged over and over again.

Monica stiffened, then went into a quivering spasm she couldn't control. Her ankles unlocked, freeing Kenny's jamming hips. Her arms came from around his back, clawed the air. Her back bowed, twisted as her head snapped from side to side.

Kenny couldn't stop his body from attacking. He ground her into the bed, mashed her cut, and fucked her cunt. a****l sounds came from his throat, muffled by her neck where his mouth was plastered.

Monica's body melted. She lay limp, exhausted. One last upward thrust, and she shuddered.

One, two, three hard-hitting jabs emptied Kenny's cock. He ground to a halt, his body twitching, his prick buried in a bubbly pool of cunt-cream and his own jizz. Her spastic pussy muscles quivered against his shrinking prick.

Monica caressed his back. "You were wonderful, Kenny. So wonderful." She hugged him, then sighed and released him.

Kenny rolled off, his limp cock slipping from her pussy. He reverted back to being shy. "Did... did you really like it?"

"You flicked like a man, Kenny. You were fantastic." She caressed his limp sticky prick. "You could satisfy any girl or woman.

The compliment swelled the teenager's chest. His ego was inflated. "I'll clean out the rest of the garage now, okay?"

Monica giggled. "Sure. We didn't get too much done, did we?"

A sheepish smile crossed his face as he climbed out of bed. "You don't have to pay me anything."

Relaxing, Monica watched him dress. "I'll pay you thirty dollars instead of twenty."

He stared at her naked body. Getting thirty bucks and getting fucked in one day. He shook his head and grinned. "Thanks."

"Thank you." She winked, wiggling her hips lewdly. "Remember, don't say a word about this.

"I won't," he promised. He was reluctant to leave.

"If I have to go out, I'll leave the money on the kitchen table.

Kenny nodded, tore his gaze away from her beautiful body and left.

Monica lingered in bed, luxuriating in the pleasures she had received from the boy. "Mmmmmm. Serves you right, Steve. You're cheating on me." She needed to believe it. Her passion needed satisfying, but she had to soothe her conscience at the same time.

She pulled herself out of bed and padded to the bathroom to shower.

CHAPTER FOUR

Monica stood in the shower. Warm water beat against her naked flesh. "Unnnnn," she moaned. The steady spray of water relaxed her.

She spread her legs and rubbed her hand over the swollen lips of her cum-filled cunt. "Oh, Kenny... you will make a fine husband."

She shudd