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I noticed the knot of young boys up ahead and my
interest was piqued. Loud music rocked from the front
porch - it was one of those well-earned, sweet hot
days in late summer, a warm and voluptuous late
afternoon. I calculated from behind my sunglasses as
I swung down the street: 5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one
swinging a golf club, all of them ducking their heads
one by one and stealing long looks at me as I
approached. The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly
silhouetting my legs through my short full skirt. My
hips rolled a bit more as their hormone-fueled preening
did it's business on me.
They parted as I approached to let me pass on the
sidewalk. I couldn't resist slowing down and lowering
my glasses - making sure they got a good look at my
barely contained cleavage and flashed them a brilliant
smile.
"Afternoon, Boys" I purred, taking a deep breath of
the pheromone-laden air that surrounded us. "Mmmm...
you all smell great!" I flipped the hem of my skirt
at the tallest one as I passed.
The all stood speechless for a moment, then reacted as
one - laughing and punching each other on the arm.
They were just so cute! I stopped short about a half
block away, struck by a brilliant idea. Just perfect
for the start of a long weekend for which I had no
plans.
I sauntered back to the small but mighty group.
"Excuse me, boys" I turned up the hint of southern
accent which I came by honestly, "but I don't suppose
any of y'all would be interested in making a little
money this weekend by helping a poor old lonely maiden
lady out with a few chores around her house, would
you?" I lowered my sunglasses again, laying on them
the full impact of my expressive green eyes.
"Um..." the tallest one said, looking at his comrades,
"I guess it would depend on where it is and how much
we could make." The other boys shuffled their feet
and thought about their plans for the weekend. I could
see the desire to party away one of the last few
remaining weekends before the start of school wrestling
with their boy scout upbringings.
"Oh, it's just at my house... right down the street.
And... how's 20 dollars an hour sound for a little
yard work? It shouldn't take more than an hour or so,
especially if you all pitch in!" I did the math in my
head quickly and figured it was worth a hundred to have
these boys at my disposal for an hour this evening. I
mentally drew up the short list of chores I had been
neglecting and avoiding because of the heat. Perfect!
They'd have a few bucks to get someone to buy them
beer tonight, and I'd have five young tan bodies to
watch for a while to get me in the mood to go out
clubbing that night. Nothing like a dose of teenagers
to get my juices flowing! God! I thought as I licked
my lips almost u*********sly, these guys were young
enough to be my k**s!
Smiles broke out all around as they did the math them-
selves. "Sure! I guess we could help out a little..."
they all agreed.
"How's 7 o'clock sound?" I pitched my voice at that
level that made my ribcage vibrate.
"Sounds good - we'll be there!" a bank of white smiles
greeted my invitation.
"Well, see ya then!" I waved and turned briskly. A
slight breeze lifted my skirt as I turned, giving them
a show I couldn't have orchestrated better if I'd
planned it.
* * *
Four hours later, fortified by a light snack and half
a bottle of Merlot, I greeted my helpers on my front
porch. "This should be pretty short, guys. I've got
a little something for each of you to do." With that,
I led the beefcake parade around the house, pointing
out several tasks that I figured would keep them busy
for maybe forty minutes. I'd keep watch over them
from the deck. They went to work immediately, and I
sat at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, a
cigarette in the other and book on my drawn up knees.
I was still dressed in the skirt I'd worn earlier, a
crisp white shirt tied tightly under my breasts, open
to reveal the lacy bra that my breasts strained to
escape. I loved the way their eyes slid from the task
at hand to catch a glimpse of whatever they could see.
I carelessly tucked my full skirt between my drawn-up
knees, fully aware that my black panties played peek-a
-boo with them.
After I was satisfied that the toting and trimming
were underway, I rose to bring my glass inside. "Y'all
are doing a great job," I called breezily, "I gotta go
get ready to go out tonight. If y'all are thirsty,
there's plenty to drink in the 'fridge... just help
yourself!"
"OK!" the tall one called back. I caught a few mumbled
comments as I slipped in the back door. A shiver of
excitement and anticipation ran up my spine. I had a
good feeling about tonight.
I took a quick but refreshing bath, taking extra care
in shaving every part of my body, including my pussy.
I'd always loved the feel of my bare pussy under the
short skirts I invariably wore, especially in the
summer. During my ablutions, I heard some bumping
under the bathroom window that faced the back yard.
The sound of the electric trimmer nearly, but not
completely, covered the heated conversation under the
window. "... so hot!" I heard, and did not think
they were talking about the weather. " love to show
her.." "wonder what she has..." Oh yeah, I thought
to myself... Just what I had in mind!
I laid back in the scented water for a moment, gently
rubbing my tingling cunt. I was so ready for some
dick tonight. I slipped a finger inside and thought
about the boys just on the other side of the wall.
Wouldn't they get a kick out of watching me right now!
I glanced over at the window, just in time to see a
tuft of dark hair disappear below the window ledge.
Those bad boys! Peeping in on a poor old lady in her
bath! I moaned with a wave of sexual heat that broke
over me. My nipples stood at attention as I pinched
them slightly, thinking about those white teeth and
the sweet-mouthed youngsters in my yard. I let the
water out of the tub.
Stepping out onto the floor, I wrapped a big fluffy
towel around me, drying my hair with one end. I went
over to the window and saw four of the five clustered
below. "How's it going, boys? Almost there?" I
noticed all four sported respectable bulges in the
shorts that clung to their young bodies with the sweat
they'd worked up. They looked up at me, embarrassed.
I laughed. "Nice of you to bring your own tools this
evening!" They laughed then, too, if a bit uncomfor-
tably. "Why don't y'all go get something to drink. It
looks like you did a fine, fine job on the yard. You
deserve a break. I'll be out to pay y'all in a few
minutes."
They dispersed from their listening post and trooped
up the deck stairs into the kitchen. I heard them
bumping around in the refrigerator and cabinets.
They're good boys, I thought to myself. I better not
torture them any more than I already have. There's a
word for women who take advantage of 15 year olds, and
a law, too!
I dried my hair quickly and put on my evening makeup.
The activities of the afternoon had made every nerve
in my body sensitive. My eyelids, my cheeks and
especially my lips were straining for attention. I
smoothed a sweet-smelling moisturizer over my arms, my
legs, and my breasts. I almost couldn't stop massaging
the cool cream into my substantial tits - the nipples
were hot to the touch. I wrestled the unruly mammaries
into a low-cut bra, one of my very favorites, that
offered my breasts up like fabulously ripe fruit,
barely covering those hot, aching nipples. I surveyed
the effect in the mirror. "Not too bad for an old
broad," I dimpled at my reflection. I slipped a short
satin dressing gown over my moisterized body and
exited the bathroom.
The boys were out on the deck when I emerged. They
were sitting at the table talking in strained, low
voices and swirling the ice in their glasses. The
tall one was the only one not sitting. He leaned
against the deck railing, shirtless. I stood in the
doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of his long,
lean well-muscled body and felt a rush of wetness
between my legs. He met my gaze through the screen
door and slid a careless hand down the front of his
shorts to adjust his obviously turgid member. He
smiled slowly at me, sending another wave of sexual
heat across the few feet that separated us. Yikes!
This boy could be trouble! I'd better send them on
their way soon, before things got out of hand, so to
speak. I slipped five 20's from my purse on the
kitchen counter.
"Well," I chirped as I stepped barefoot out onto the
deck, "you guys did a bang-up job on that yard. I
really appreciate your help." I passed out the bills,
feeling like a piece of metal passing by magnets as I
approached each sweaty teen. I could tell by the
breeze that my robe was gaping a bit, giving them a
glimpse of my lace-covered cleavage. I heard one of
them moan softly as I passed. "You all are so nice."
"Uhhmmm..." one croaked in response. "Thank you,
ma'am." Ma'am. That broke the spell. I got my
treacherous body back under control and shoo'd them
off.
"Go on, now, boys! Go out and find some fun! The
summer's almost over! And I've got to get going
myself. Even us old maiden ladies have to find some
fun in the summertime, y'know!" They all laughed
ruefully and chairs sc****d against the wood deck as
they rose. Somewhat uncomfortably, I was gratified to
see, as they once again shifted their clothes to make
room for what they now carried. They filed down the
steps and out the back gate, all except for the tall
one, who lagged behind the others.
"You know," he said, all at once bashful for someone
who had so recently sent me a sizzling glance with his
hand on his cock, "I just realized that we didn't even
introduce ourselves." He put out his hand. "I'm Josh."
I put my hand in his, amazed at the manly strength that
engulfed my fingers. I looked up into his incredibly
blue eyes.
"Hi, Josh. I'm Karey." I smiled right into his eyes.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he brought my hand up to
his lips. Pretty continental for a young k**.
"Hi, Karey," he rumbled, "thanks for the job." A
giggle escaped before I could stop it.
"No problem. Any time!" I could feel my face burning
as my body once again began to respond almost against
my will. He dropped my hand with another crooked smile
and slipped down the stairs and out the gate. I stood
for a moment to catch my breath. I should watch
myself, I thought. This is just how a person gets
into trouble! I went inside to dress.
I confronted my closet. My whole body felt swollen
and tender, nothing more than my pussy. I slipped my
finger between my labia and felt a rush of moisture.
Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I thought. Well,
let's make the best of it.
I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me
feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna
Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this
slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a
short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it
out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that
dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from my
bosom, offering a luscious decolletage. Oh yeah. I
put on pearls and high-heeled black sandals. I decided
to leave my legs bare to the heat. And to forego the
panties for the evening. A dangerous combination, I
thought with a wicked grin at my reflection.
I was leaning into the hall mirror, putting on a coat
of bright red lipstick when the doorbell rang. I gave
myself a long look. Who could that be? I struck a
Barbara Billingsley pose for the mirror, liked the
look and went to open the door.
"Josh!" I said, my breath catching just a bit.
"Hi, Karey. Wow! You look... really nice!" We
stood staring for just a moment through the screen
door. Then my senses returned and I opened the screen.
"Come in! What can I do for you?" He passed close
as he entered and his scent once again filled my head
with a****l thoughts. I closed the front door behind
him. He turned, and we were nearly touching chest to
chest. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my
breasts. He drew a ragged breath. So did I.
"Ummm... uh... I left my... shirt... on your deck
and I was... uh... wondering..." his gaze slid to my
eyes and his voice faded. I was mesmerized by the
blue of his eyes. My body leaned into his of its own
accord. The lapels of my dress pressed against the
bare skin of his chest and his hand automatically slid
around my waist. Just for a moment I could only feel
the heat of his body and a great rushing sound in my
ears. Then I returned to sanity and stepped back.
"Oh! My! Sorry..." I put my hand on his chest and
pushed lightly, straightening up. "these high heels
can be so... dangerous!" I stepped around him,
heading toward the kitchen.
"I'll say," he murmured as he followed me.
"Of course you can get your shirt!" I laughed breath-
lessly, still reeling from the closeness of his hot,
smooth chest. "Wouldn't want you having to go around
all naked... or anything..." Again the color washed
up into my face, as I thought about what I just said.
Actually, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more.
"Would you like something to drink... while you're
here?" I turned as I entered the kitchen. There he
stood in the middle of my kitchen, the overhead light
which I never considered very flattering turning his
bare torso into that of a greek god. I leaned back
against the counter, my hand to the soft valley between
my breasts. I could feel my heart beating wildly under
my palm.
"Sure," he grinned, "if it's not too much trouble.
I've been so... hot... and thirsty... all afternoon."
He leaned against the door frame, filling it. He
crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps
bulge. Unblinking, he slowly took in my shoes, my
legs, my dress. Again, his eyes settled on my bosom,
and I realized that my hand had crept inside the bodice
to rest on my left nipple. I quickly pulled my hand
away and swung over to the fridge, too conscious of
the brevity of my skirt.
"Hmm..." I opened the refrigerator door, grateful of
the rush of cold air on my burning skin. "Let's see...
we've got juice, tea, water, wine, beer..." I leaned
over a bit, peering deep into the recesses of the
appliance "and vod" I felt him behind me. Close behind
me. I froze, my hands on the door and the side of the
fridge.
I felt his hands on the waist of my dress. They slid
up, the fingertips finding the hard nubs of my nipples
under the cotton fabric. I felt him press his hips
against my ass, barely covered by the short skirt of
my dress.
I couldn't breathe, that rushing sound filled my head
again. I heard a soft moan escape my lips. He answered
with one of his own. I took a deep breath of refriger-
ated air and straightened up.
"Um" I closed the door to the fridge and turned in the
small radius his hands and body allowed me. I fell
back against the door. "Ummm... Josh... I.." His
gaze stopped me. His face filled my vision as his
mouth descended onto mine.
He sure is a good kisser for a k**, I thought, as his
tongue explored my mouth. His hands slipped up to cup
my breasts, his fingers and thumbs rolling the nipples
which had escaped their bondage and were straining the
fabric of my dress. He pulled back for a moment and I
drew a shuddering breath. "Josh - you're... you're -
what - 17?"
"22" he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my
bodice "that was my little brother and his friends
today." He grinned again and worked my nipples from
their den into the light. "God, you have excellent
tits." His mouth descended to take first one then the
other nipple captive.
22 hunh? I thought. That's a different matter! There's
not so much difference... 15 years... not quite old
enough to be my son! my thoughts went a deep purple
as the suction on my breasts chased all thoughts of age
out of my head. My knees buckled and Josh was quick
enough to catch me on the fly, so to speak. "Feeling
OK?" He grinned at me.
"MMmmhmmm" I managed. My arms went around his neck,
whether to keep me from hitting the floor or to press
against his fabulous chest, I'll never quite know. The
feeling of my bare nipples against his chest was
heavenly. It felt as though an electric current pulled
us and held us together.
Before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me
lightly up onto the kitchen counter, as if I weighed
nothing. He stepped back and stood looking at me. I
imagined what he saw, my dress gaping open, my skirt
fluffed out around me.
I took in the 6'3" tanned body in front of me. He was
absolutely beautiful. And the fully erect cock that
peeked out from the leg of his loose shorts was even
more so.
Never taking his eyes from mine, he hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off,
kicking them across the kitchen floor.
"Oh, Josh..." I breathed, completely excited at the
prospect before me. I grinned back at the nude hunk
of manflesh and stretched my legs out toward him. He
grasped my ankles and pulled me toward him til my ass
was on the edge of the counter.
"What you got under that Pleasantville skirt, young
lady?" He stepped into the vee of my legs, running his
hands up my calves, under my knees and smooth thighs.
"Let's have a look..." Kneeling down on one knee, he
hooked my legs over his shoulders. His blond head
ducked under the frothy crinoline, then popped out
quickly. "Wow!" His eyes sparkled up at me. "You're
so... smooth!" His head disappeared again and I waited,
holding my breath, waiting for his next move.
I felt his big fingers gently petting my shaven pussy.
A finger slipped lightly between my labia - I could
feel my moisture spreading. "and you're so... wet!
Mmmmm" his tongue flicked lightly, his fingers
spreading my swollen slit. His nose made contact with
my clit, sending a shock through my body. I gasped,
my knees coming up off his shoulders of their own
volition. A finger thrust directly into my pussy.
His head reappeared. "Oh Karey... I..."
I pulled his upper arms, urging him to his feet. He
stood in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his
slim waist, pulling him to me. I reached down to guide
his cock to my waiting pussy. He entered me slowly at
first, staring deeply into my eyes. We both reveled
in the magical moment of the meeting of the flesh.
Then with a small groan and his head thrown back, he
thrust the full 8 inches of his cock into me, filling
me up as I had seldom been filled before. My legs
wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms around
his neck, impaled firmly on his cock, he pulled me
from the countertop and laid me right in the middle
of the kitchen floor. I laid there for a moment,
stunned at the sight of this beautiful boy over me,
then rocked up to meet his thrust.
He buried his burning cock in me to the hilt, pulling
out slowly and thrusting back. What a fit, I thought,
breathing with the rhythm of our fucking. I could feel
the hard ridge of his cock rubbing the sensitive spot
in my pussy, the tip of it hitting the top, hard.
I heard his breathing become rapid and harsh, and I
tightened my muscles, milking his cock. His balls
slapped against my ass as he thrust harder and faster.
I felt the wave coming on me. I looked into his eyes
and knew he was close too. "Yes," I whispered, "yes,
Josh, oh yes." The wave crashed over me, my back
arching up off the floor. I felt my pussy contract
and contract at the same time as his cock throbbed
with his last powerful thrusts. I could feel his hot
cum fill my hole, his face buried in my breasts. We
both laid still for a few minutes, catching our breath.
I gently squeezed my pussy muscles, massaging his
fabulous cock. I kissed his forehead, brushing his
hair off of his sweaty forehead.
"Wow." He breathed.
"Really wow," I replied. I didn't want to move from
this position, his softening cock inside me. But
eventually, we did. We stood, and moved around and
retrieved discarded shorts. I got in a quick, sweet
lick, taking his now flaccid cock in my mouth before
he put it away. I love the taste of my pussy juice
mixed with cum.
"Well!" he sighed, leaning against the counter. "Guess
I ought to get that shirt, now..." I stepped into him,
winding my arms around his waist and lifting my face
for a kiss. He obliged me, long, slow and sweet.
"Mmmm... Not bad for an old maiden lady," he quipped.
"Not bad for a k**," I replied. Something told me
then that my yard would be well cared for the rest of
that summer.
interest was piqued. Loud music rocked from the front
porch - it was one of those well-earned, sweet hot
days in late summer, a warm and voluptuous late
afternoon. I calculated from behind my sunglasses as
I swung down the street: 5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one
swinging a golf club, all of them ducking their heads
one by one and stealing long looks at me as I
approached. The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly
silhouetting my legs through my short full skirt. My
hips rolled a bit more as their hormone-fueled preening
did it's business on me.
They parted as I approached to let me pass on the
sidewalk. I couldn't resist slowing down and lowering
my glasses - making sure they got a good look at my
barely contained cleavage and flashed them a brilliant
smile.
"Afternoon, Boys" I purred, taking a deep breath of
the pheromone-laden air that surrounded us. "Mmmm...
you all smell great!" I flipped the hem of my skirt
at the tallest one as I passed.
The all stood speechless for a moment, then reacted as
one - laughing and punching each other on the arm.
They were just so cute! I stopped short about a half
block away, struck by a brilliant idea. Just perfect
for the start of a long weekend for which I had no
plans.
I sauntered back to the small but mighty group.
"Excuse me, boys" I turned up the hint of southern
accent which I came by honestly, "but I don't suppose
any of y'all would be interested in making a little
money this weekend by helping a poor old lonely maiden
lady out with a few chores around her house, would
you?" I lowered my sunglasses again, laying on them
the full impact of my expressive green eyes.
"Um..." the tallest one said, looking at his comrades,
"I guess it would depend on where it is and how much
we could make." The other boys shuffled their feet
and thought about their plans for the weekend. I could
see the desire to party away one of the last few
remaining weekends before the start of school wrestling
with their boy scout upbringings.
"Oh, it's just at my house... right down the street.
And... how's 20 dollars an hour sound for a little
yard work? It shouldn't take more than an hour or so,
especially if you all pitch in!" I did the math in my
head quickly and figured it was worth a hundred to have
these boys at my disposal for an hour this evening. I
mentally drew up the short list of chores I had been
neglecting and avoiding because of the heat. Perfect!
They'd have a few bucks to get someone to buy them
beer tonight, and I'd have five young tan bodies to
watch for a while to get me in the mood to go out
clubbing that night. Nothing like a dose of teenagers
to get my juices flowing! God! I thought as I licked
my lips almost u*********sly, these guys were young
enough to be my k**s!
Smiles broke out all around as they did the math them-
selves. "Sure! I guess we could help out a little..."
they all agreed.
"How's 7 o'clock sound?" I pitched my voice at that
level that made my ribcage vibrate.
"Sounds good - we'll be there!" a bank of white smiles
greeted my invitation.
"Well, see ya then!" I waved and turned briskly. A
slight breeze lifted my skirt as I turned, giving them
a show I couldn't have orchestrated better if I'd
planned it.
* * *
Four hours later, fortified by a light snack and half
a bottle of Merlot, I greeted my helpers on my front
porch. "This should be pretty short, guys. I've got
a little something for each of you to do." With that,
I led the beefcake parade around the house, pointing
out several tasks that I figured would keep them busy
for maybe forty minutes. I'd keep watch over them
from the deck. They went to work immediately, and I
sat at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, a
cigarette in the other and book on my drawn up knees.
I was still dressed in the skirt I'd worn earlier, a
crisp white shirt tied tightly under my breasts, open
to reveal the lacy bra that my breasts strained to
escape. I loved the way their eyes slid from the task
at hand to catch a glimpse of whatever they could see.
I carelessly tucked my full skirt between my drawn-up
knees, fully aware that my black panties played peek-a
-boo with them.
After I was satisfied that the toting and trimming
were underway, I rose to bring my glass inside. "Y'all
are doing a great job," I called breezily, "I gotta go
get ready to go out tonight. If y'all are thirsty,
there's plenty to drink in the 'fridge... just help
yourself!"
"OK!" the tall one called back. I caught a few mumbled
comments as I slipped in the back door. A shiver of
excitement and anticipation ran up my spine. I had a
good feeling about tonight.
I took a quick but refreshing bath, taking extra care
in shaving every part of my body, including my pussy.
I'd always loved the feel of my bare pussy under the
short skirts I invariably wore, especially in the
summer. During my ablutions, I heard some bumping
under the bathroom window that faced the back yard.
The sound of the electric trimmer nearly, but not
completely, covered the heated conversation under the
window. "... so hot!" I heard, and did not think
they were talking about the weather. " love to show
her.." "wonder what she has..." Oh yeah, I thought
to myself... Just what I had in mind!
I laid back in the scented water for a moment, gently
rubbing my tingling cunt. I was so ready for some
dick tonight. I slipped a finger inside and thought
about the boys just on the other side of the wall.
Wouldn't they get a kick out of watching me right now!
I glanced over at the window, just in time to see a
tuft of dark hair disappear below the window ledge.
Those bad boys! Peeping in on a poor old lady in her
bath! I moaned with a wave of sexual heat that broke
over me. My nipples stood at attention as I pinched
them slightly, thinking about those white teeth and
the sweet-mouthed youngsters in my yard. I let the
water out of the tub.
Stepping out onto the floor, I wrapped a big fluffy
towel around me, drying my hair with one end. I went
over to the window and saw four of the five clustered
below. "How's it going, boys? Almost there?" I
noticed all four sported respectable bulges in the
shorts that clung to their young bodies with the sweat
they'd worked up. They looked up at me, embarrassed.
I laughed. "Nice of you to bring your own tools this
evening!" They laughed then, too, if a bit uncomfor-
tably. "Why don't y'all go get something to drink. It
looks like you did a fine, fine job on the yard. You
deserve a break. I'll be out to pay y'all in a few
minutes."
They dispersed from their listening post and trooped
up the deck stairs into the kitchen. I heard them
bumping around in the refrigerator and cabinets.
They're good boys, I thought to myself. I better not
torture them any more than I already have. There's a
word for women who take advantage of 15 year olds, and
a law, too!
I dried my hair quickly and put on my evening makeup.
The activities of the afternoon had made every nerve
in my body sensitive. My eyelids, my cheeks and
especially my lips were straining for attention. I
smoothed a sweet-smelling moisturizer over my arms, my
legs, and my breasts. I almost couldn't stop massaging
the cool cream into my substantial tits - the nipples
were hot to the touch. I wrestled the unruly mammaries
into a low-cut bra, one of my very favorites, that
offered my breasts up like fabulously ripe fruit,
barely covering those hot, aching nipples. I surveyed
the effect in the mirror. "Not too bad for an old
broad," I dimpled at my reflection. I slipped a short
satin dressing gown over my moisterized body and
exited the bathroom.
The boys were out on the deck when I emerged. They
were sitting at the table talking in strained, low
voices and swirling the ice in their glasses. The
tall one was the only one not sitting. He leaned
against the deck railing, shirtless. I stood in the
doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of his long,
lean well-muscled body and felt a rush of wetness
between my legs. He met my gaze through the screen
door and slid a careless hand down the front of his
shorts to adjust his obviously turgid member. He
smiled slowly at me, sending another wave of sexual
heat across the few feet that separated us. Yikes!
This boy could be trouble! I'd better send them on
their way soon, before things got out of hand, so to
speak. I slipped five 20's from my purse on the
kitchen counter.
"Well," I chirped as I stepped barefoot out onto the
deck, "you guys did a bang-up job on that yard. I
really appreciate your help." I passed out the bills,
feeling like a piece of metal passing by magnets as I
approached each sweaty teen. I could tell by the
breeze that my robe was gaping a bit, giving them a
glimpse of my lace-covered cleavage. I heard one of
them moan softly as I passed. "You all are so nice."
"Uhhmmm..." one croaked in response. "Thank you,
ma'am." Ma'am. That broke the spell. I got my
treacherous body back under control and shoo'd them
off.
"Go on, now, boys! Go out and find some fun! The
summer's almost over! And I've got to get going
myself. Even us old maiden ladies have to find some
fun in the summertime, y'know!" They all laughed
ruefully and chairs sc****d against the wood deck as
they rose. Somewhat uncomfortably, I was gratified to
see, as they once again shifted their clothes to make
room for what they now carried. They filed down the
steps and out the back gate, all except for the tall
one, who lagged behind the others.
"You know," he said, all at once bashful for someone
who had so recently sent me a sizzling glance with his
hand on his cock, "I just realized that we didn't even
introduce ourselves." He put out his hand. "I'm Josh."
I put my hand in his, amazed at the manly strength that
engulfed my fingers. I looked up into his incredibly
blue eyes.
"Hi, Josh. I'm Karey." I smiled right into his eyes.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he brought my hand up to
his lips. Pretty continental for a young k**.
"Hi, Karey," he rumbled, "thanks for the job." A
giggle escaped before I could stop it.
"No problem. Any time!" I could feel my face burning
as my body once again began to respond almost against
my will. He dropped my hand with another crooked smile
and slipped down the stairs and out the gate. I stood
for a moment to catch my breath. I should watch
myself, I thought. This is just how a person gets
into trouble! I went inside to dress.
I confronted my closet. My whole body felt swollen
and tender, nothing more than my pussy. I slipped my
finger between my labia and felt a rush of moisture.
Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I thought. Well,
let's make the best of it.
I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me
feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna
Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this
slutty. I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a
short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it
out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that
dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from my
bosom, offering a luscious decolletage. Oh yeah. I
put on pearls and high-heeled black sandals. I decided
to leave my legs bare to the heat. And to forego the
panties for the evening. A dangerous combination, I
thought with a wicked grin at my reflection.
I was leaning into the hall mirror, putting on a coat
of bright red lipstick when the doorbell rang. I gave
myself a long look. Who could that be? I struck a
Barbara Billingsley pose for the mirror, liked the
look and went to open the door.
"Josh!" I said, my breath catching just a bit.
"Hi, Karey. Wow! You look... really nice!" We
stood staring for just a moment through the screen
door. Then my senses returned and I opened the screen.
"Come in! What can I do for you?" He passed close
as he entered and his scent once again filled my head
with a****l thoughts. I closed the front door behind
him. He turned, and we were nearly touching chest to
chest. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my
breasts. He drew a ragged breath. So did I.
"Ummm... uh... I left my... shirt... on your deck
and I was... uh... wondering..." his gaze slid to my
eyes and his voice faded. I was mesmerized by the
blue of his eyes. My body leaned into his of its own
accord. The lapels of my dress pressed against the
bare skin of his chest and his hand automatically slid
around my waist. Just for a moment I could only feel
the heat of his body and a great rushing sound in my
ears. Then I returned to sanity and stepped back.
"Oh! My! Sorry..." I put my hand on his chest and
pushed lightly, straightening up. "these high heels
can be so... dangerous!" I stepped around him,
heading toward the kitchen.
"I'll say," he murmured as he followed me.
"Of course you can get your shirt!" I laughed breath-
lessly, still reeling from the closeness of his hot,
smooth chest. "Wouldn't want you having to go around
all naked... or anything..." Again the color washed
up into my face, as I thought about what I just said.
Actually, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more.
"Would you like something to drink... while you're
here?" I turned as I entered the kitchen. There he
stood in the middle of my kitchen, the overhead light
which I never considered very flattering turning his
bare torso into that of a greek god. I leaned back
against the counter, my hand to the soft valley between
my breasts. I could feel my heart beating wildly under
my palm.
"Sure," he grinned, "if it's not too much trouble.
I've been so... hot... and thirsty... all afternoon."
He leaned against the door frame, filling it. He
crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps
bulge. Unblinking, he slowly took in my shoes, my
legs, my dress. Again, his eyes settled on my bosom,
and I realized that my hand had crept inside the bodice
to rest on my left nipple. I quickly pulled my hand
away and swung over to the fridge, too conscious of
the brevity of my skirt.
"Hmm..." I opened the refrigerator door, grateful of
the rush of cold air on my burning skin. "Let's see...
we've got juice, tea, water, wine, beer..." I leaned
over a bit, peering deep into the recesses of the
appliance "and vod" I felt him behind me. Close behind
me. I froze, my hands on the door and the side of the
fridge.
I felt his hands on the waist of my dress. They slid
up, the fingertips finding the hard nubs of my nipples
under the cotton fabric. I felt him press his hips
against my ass, barely covered by the short skirt of
my dress.
I couldn't breathe, that rushing sound filled my head
again. I heard a soft moan escape my lips. He answered
with one of his own. I took a deep breath of refriger-
ated air and straightened up.
"Um" I closed the door to the fridge and turned in the
small radius his hands and body allowed me. I fell
back against the door. "Ummm... Josh... I.." His
gaze stopped me. His face filled my vision as his
mouth descended onto mine.
He sure is a good kisser for a k**, I thought, as his
tongue explored my mouth. His hands slipped up to cup
my breasts, his fingers and thumbs rolling the nipples
which had escaped their bondage and were straining the
fabric of my dress. He pulled back for a moment and I
drew a shuddering breath. "Josh - you're... you're -
what - 17?"
"22" he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my
bodice "that was my little brother and his friends
today." He grinned again and worked my nipples from
their den into the light. "God, you have excellent
tits." His mouth descended to take first one then the
other nipple captive.
22 hunh? I thought. That's a different matter! There's
not so much difference... 15 years... not quite old
enough to be my son! my thoughts went a deep purple
as the suction on my breasts chased all thoughts of age
out of my head. My knees buckled and Josh was quick
enough to catch me on the fly, so to speak. "Feeling
OK?" He grinned at me.
"MMmmhmmm" I managed. My arms went around his neck,
whether to keep me from hitting the floor or to press
against his fabulous chest, I'll never quite know. The
feeling of my bare nipples against his chest was
heavenly. It felt as though an electric current pulled
us and held us together.
Before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me
lightly up onto the kitchen counter, as if I weighed
nothing. He stepped back and stood looking at me. I
imagined what he saw, my dress gaping open, my skirt
fluffed out around me.
I took in the 6'3" tanned body in front of me. He was
absolutely beautiful. And the fully erect cock that
peeked out from the leg of his loose shorts was even
more so.
Never taking his eyes from mine, he hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off,
kicking them across the kitchen floor.
"Oh, Josh..." I breathed, completely excited at the
prospect before me. I grinned back at the nude hunk
of manflesh and stretched my legs out toward him. He
grasped my ankles and pulled me toward him til my ass
was on the edge of the counter.
"What you got under that Pleasantville skirt, young
lady?" He stepped into the vee of my legs, running his
hands up my calves, under my knees and smooth thighs.
"Let's have a look..." Kneeling down on one knee, he
hooked my legs over his shoulders. His blond head
ducked under the frothy crinoline, then popped out
quickly. "Wow!" His eyes sparkled up at me. "You're
so... smooth!" His head disappeared again and I waited,
holding my breath, waiting for his next move.
I felt his big fingers gently petting my shaven pussy.
A finger slipped lightly between my labia - I could
feel my moisture spreading. "and you're so... wet!
Mmmmm" his tongue flicked lightly, his fingers
spreading my swollen slit. His nose made contact with
my clit, sending a shock through my body. I gasped,
my knees coming up off his shoulders of their own
volition. A finger thrust directly into my pussy.
His head reappeared. "Oh Karey... I..."
I pulled his upper arms, urging him to his feet. He
stood in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his
slim waist, pulling him to me. I reached down to guide
his cock to my waiting pussy. He entered me slowly at
first, staring deeply into my eyes. We both reveled
in the magical moment of the meeting of the flesh.
Then with a small groan and his head thrown back, he
thrust the full 8 inches of his cock into me, filling
me up as I had seldom been filled before. My legs
wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms around
his neck, impaled firmly on his cock, he pulled me
from the countertop and laid me right in the middle
of the kitchen floor. I laid there for a moment,
stunned at the sight of this beautiful boy over me,
then rocked up to meet his thrust.
He buried his burning cock in me to the hilt, pulling
out slowly and thrusting back. What a fit, I thought,
breathing with the rhythm of our fucking. I could feel
the hard ridge of his cock rubbing the sensitive spot
in my pussy, the tip of it hitting the top, hard.
I heard his breathing become rapid and harsh, and I
tightened my muscles, milking his cock. His balls
slapped against my ass as he thrust harder and faster.
I felt the wave coming on me. I looked into his eyes
and knew he was close too. "Yes," I whispered, "yes,
Josh, oh yes." The wave crashed over me, my back
arching up off the floor. I felt my pussy contract
and contract at the same time as his cock throbbed
with his last powerful thrusts. I could feel his hot
cum fill my hole, his face buried in my breasts. We
both laid still for a few minutes, catching our breath.
I gently squeezed my pussy muscles, massaging his
fabulous cock. I kissed his forehead, brushing his
hair off of his sweaty forehead.
"Wow." He breathed.
"Really wow," I replied. I didn't want to move from
this position, his softening cock inside me. But
eventually, we did. We stood, and moved around and
retrieved discarded shorts. I got in a quick, sweet
lick, taking his now flaccid cock in my mouth before
he put it away. I love the taste of my pussy juice
mixed with cum.
"Well!" he sighed, leaning against the counter. "Guess
I ought to get that shirt, now..." I stepped into him,
winding my arms around his waist and lifting my face
for a kiss. He obliged me, long, slow and sweet.
"Mmmm... Not bad for an old maiden lady," he quipped.
"Not bad for a k**," I replied. Something told me
then that my yard would be well cared for the rest of
that summer.
Lynne
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