Slut Mom Fucks The Boys
Mom Fucks The Boys
Alice wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her
regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an
affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant--that decrepit old bag
on the soap opera Alice sat here watching as the rain poured down
outside--was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and
inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the
young stableboy who tended her husband's prize horses. The stableboy had
to be at least a half century younger than Zenobia. Alice she'd never be
able to figure out the stableboy's lust for the old bag. She also knew
that if there was any justice in the world, Zenobia would be caught in
the act one of these days by her husband and banished forever from his
luxurious estate.
Admit it, Alice, you're insanely jealous, she told herself as she
switched off the TV with the remote control and turned her attention
from the blank screen to the rain sliding down the windowpane. You're
jealous because Zenobia has something you don't have--a young lover.
Alice glanced at the pictures of her three sons that were arranged on a
walnut table nearby. All the pictures were recent school portrait
photos. Her three blond sons stared back at her.
Mark, the oldest, captain of his high school swim team, gave her a cocky
grin, almost a smirk. He was broad shouldered, long limbed and exuded
self-confidence.
Shawn, two years younger than Mark, gave Alice that blank, serious look.
Shawn was the musician of the family. He spent more time at the piano
than he did sleeping. Compared to Mark, he was frail and pale.
Ricky, the youngest, gave Alice his usual wicked grin, his nose upturned
and freckled, his teeth dazzling white in contrast to his deep tan. The
only thing missing from the picture was his little league baseball cap,
which he wore backward almost all the time.
What do I have to be jealous of? Alice asked that accusing voice in her
head. I have three gorgeous sons and Zenobia doesn't have even one. I
have a rich husband, a big beautiful house, all the free time I want,
and three of the best sons in the world. If anybody should be jealous,
it should be Zenobia.
Zenobia has a lover, that persistent little voice said. Zenobia is
having an affair with a muscular young man, no less. Zenobia is being
satisfied in ways you've almost forgotten about, Alice--in ways you've
almost forgotten.
Alice jumped up off the couch and went to the window.
What a rotten day, she thought, trying to quiet that nagging, taunting
little voice. Why does it have to rain and rain and rain?
Alice couldn't remember when she'd last seen the sun. The winter rains
were depressing. Being cooped up in a mansion day after day while the
rains hammered the windows put depraved ideas into her head. It was
during rainy season that Alice sometimes wished she lived in a small
ranch-style home instead of this monstrosity.
She checked her watch. Thank God she'd be leaving for the health club in
a half hour. She would put in a hard hour with the weights, then hit the
swimming pool for fifteen minutes before her massage at five. She
especially looked forward to the massage. Thomas, the 19-year-old
masseur, was the most talented masseur Alice had ever met. Those big
warm hands of his could relax her magically. He could put her sleep in
minutes.
And he looks just like Zenobia's stableboy, said that nagging voice.
Doesn't he, Alice? You'd like to fuck him, wouldn't you, Alice? Just
once, you'd like to fuck him and see what it's like to fuck a cock other
than Paul's. Paul isn't quite the man he used to be. You hardly ever see
him anymore. And when he's home from his continent hopping, he has so
little time for you. It's as if he's forgotten he even has a wife.
Alice watched the rain come down. She wondered if it was raining in
Japan right now, which was where Paul was supposed to be. Paul's
business was international trade. He spent ten months of each year
outside the U.S., much of his time in the Orient. Alice wondered--Paul
being abroad so much of the time--whether maybe he hadn't gotten
involved in some affairs.
He's probably got a whole harem over there, that nagging voice said. And
here you are, afraid to even flirt with a man. Here you are, thirty-nine
years old, and you've only fucked one cock in your life. How many cocks
has Zenobia fucked, Alice? And when was the last time Paul's middle-aged
cock really satisfied you? Be honest, Alice. You're lonely, you're
frustrated, and you're not getting any younger. You work out hard, you
take care of yourself, and you've got the figure and looks of a younger
woman. But how long will that last? Take a chance, Alice. Grab your
pleasure while you still can--before it's too late.
"Oh, that boy!" Alice ran from the TV room, down the hall and into the
foyer. She threw open the front door.
Ricky, resembling a drowned rat, trudged in through the door, his
sneakers squishing. "Gotta get my raincoat," he said, panting hard from
his sprint through the rain and up the front walk. He shivered,
clutching himself.
Alice whisked off his baseball cap, showering the oak wall with
rainwater. "Why didn't you wear your raincoat to school?"
"Forgot it. Got a ride to school, remember?" He started for the hallway,
leaving a puddle behind.
Alice caught him. "Take off your shoes. Hilda's on vacation and I'm not
going to clean up after you."
The boy groaned and tugged off his sneakers, plopping two bare feet on
the brick floor of the foyer.
"Didn't you wear socks?" Alice said.
"Forgot," the boy said, turning for the hallway.
"Wait. On second thought, you take off all those wet clothes right
here."
"But Mom, I just wanna get my raincoat. I'm going right back out. I'm
late already because I had to run all the way home for the raincoat."
"You're not going anywhere soaked to the bone," Alice said. "Your
newspapers can wait. In fact, I want you to get in the bathtub and warm
up before you get dressed."
"But Mom, I might get fired if I'm late. I'll lose my paper route."
"If you get fired for delivering late on a day like this, then they can
have their old route. You don't need a paper route, anyway. Your father
gives you an allowance each week worth what you'd make on twenty paper
routes."
"But I like it, Mom. I just like being a paperboy."
Alice shook her head. "All right, paperboy. You can go out and deliver,
just as soon as you warm up and get on some dry clothes."
The boy groaned, but he undressed as she'd asked, keeping his back to
her. His teeth chattered, and his skinny body shook all over. The water
beaded on his tanned back and rolled down like water off the back of a
duck. As he peeled off his pants, he revealed skin that was shockingly
white in contrast to his deeply tanned torso.
"Get up into the bathtub," Alice said. "You're on the verge of
hypothermia."
"What?"
"Just get up there." Alice followed her naked son down the plushly
carpeted hall way and up the carpeted stairs. Her eyes never left his
flexing little asscheeks.
She hadn't seen any of her sons naked in a long time. Ricky was still a
boy, still completely hairless, but there was something about the shape
of his body that hinted of manhood. Maybe it was a hint of muscles about
to sprout, or a slight wideness of his shoulders and upper back in
contrast to his boyish hips. Whatever it was, Alice found herself
wanting to see more of the boy.
She followed him into the bathroom. "Get under the shower. Quick."
"But Mom--"
"You're shaking like a leaf. We've gotta warm you up." She stopped the
boy before he could close the shower door, then reached in and turned on
the water, adjusting it to a steamy temperature.
The boy stood there, half turned so she couldn't see his cock. "I can
take my own shower, Mom."
"Just get under the water and be quiet."
"Ouch! It's too hot!"
"You'll get used to it. Now get under there." She grabbed his hips and
pulled him completely under the drenching spray.
His boy-prick was standing straight out. His cock looked about five
inches long and about as thick as a hot dog. The purplish head of his
cock peeked from its foreskin.
Alice swallowed, stunned by the sight of her youngest son's cock. Not
only was his cock big, but it was hard and straight as an arrow. As she
gazed at his uncut cock, she felt a rush of tightness in her cunt.
"Why don't I go soak in the hot-tub?" Ricky said, trying to turn away.
"I'd get warmer faster in the hot-tub."
Alice had to think fast. "You need more than a soak, young man. You need
a good scrubbing as well."
"The dirt'll soak off in the hot-tub."
"And pollute the water," Alice said, reaching for a bar of soap. "The
hot-tub's to be used only after you take a bath. You know that. Now you
just hold still. You're filthy."
The boy squirmed, but Alice had a good hold on him and she started to
soap up his back.
"Hold still," she said, and whacked him on the ass.
The boy crossed his arms, pouting. The water fell on his head and his
long hair covered his eyes. Alice couldn't tell if he had his eyes
closed or not. She turned him back away from the spray so she could
rinse his back. She took his arm and soaped it, working her hand under
his armpit until he giggled.
"There, that's not so bad, is it?" she said. "You starting to feel
warmer?"
"Uh-huh," he grunted, a thin smile on his lips.
The boy's prick was angling upwards now. His foreskin had retracted
almost completely off the cockhead and his prick appeared to have grown
another half inch. Alice noticed his ball-sac now. It was hairless,
pink, and swollen. She resisted an urge to kiss his balls.
She soaped the boy's chest, feeling his muscles contract under her
fingers. She was sweating in the steamy heat, her blouse wet nearly to
her waist. She reached up and turned off the water.
"We'll leave it off now, until we can rinse you," she said. "You do feel
warm now, don't you?"
"Real warm," the boy mumbled. He parted the hair over his eyes with two
hands and hooked it back over his ears. His eyes were closed. He stood
there passively as Alice worked her soapy hands over his smooth skin.
You're out of your mind, Alice told herself, her hands working as if
possessed. This is your own son, for heaven's sake! He's too old for his
mother to give him a bath. And you're not just giving him a bath. You're
getting a sexual thrill out of playing with his naked body. You can't
get your eyes off his cock. Control yourself, you evil woman. Control
yourself.
In answer to these thoughts, there was a snicker in Alice's mind. It was
the snicker of that usually nagging, usually taunting voice. But that
voice wasn't saying a word now. It was just chuckling as Alice worked,
and snickering at Alice's fears and doubts.
Alice was panting, her breathing loud in the shower stall. Ricky's prick
twitched just inches from her nose. She felt the perverted desire to
take his stiff young cock in her mouth and suck on it. She'd never done
anything like that before--although she'd often felt such desires. She'd
never even gotten up the nerve to suck on her husband's cock.
Ricky sighed. He was trembling slightly again, although his skin was
exuding heat.
"Are you getting cold, darling?"
"Uh-huh," the boy said.
"If you get cold, let me know and we'll turn the water back on."
Ricky just sighed, nodding.
Alice slid her soapy hands up and down the boy's slim belly. She
caressed his flanks, slipping her fingers under his arms again. He
hadn't a hair in his armpits. He hadn't a hair on his balls or on his
groin. Her hands moved down, working soap onto his lower back, onto his
ass. As her fingers slid into the crevice between his asscheeks, he
caught his breath and his prick flexed.
Oh, God! Alice thought. Oh, my God! Her face was flushed with a terrible
heat. A maddening throbbing had begun in her pussy. She felt like
grabbing at her cunt and squeezing.
She soaped Ricky's legs, moved down and washed his feet, working her
fingers between his toes. The size of his feet and toes amazed her, just
as the size of his cock and balls amazed her. He had over-sized hands,
too. Neither his feet, hands, nor cock appeared the right size for his
skinny young body.
"Don't you ever wash your feet?" she scolded. "And when's the last time
you cleaned your toenails?"
The boy didn't respond. His breathing came fast.
Alice slid her hand back up. She rubbed his ass, working her fingers
into the crevice, squeezing his rubbery asscheeks. She took a deep
breath, her face on fire, her mind buzzing, and she moved her hands
between her son's legs, soaping up his naked crotch.
"Oooh!" the boy breathed. "Oh, man!" His words were barely audible. His
soapy toes curled against the porcelain of the tub.
Alice was breathing as if she'd just run up three flights of stairs. Her
heart was banging in her chest. She couldn't control her hands.
Ricky's soapy feet slid on the floor of the tub as he spread his legs.
His knees were shaking.
Alice's hands filled with his balls, squeezing them, rolling them
gently, caressing his balls. They were like fat rubber eggs. And the
boy's sac-skin was incredibly soft.
"Oooh!" he whispered. "Ohhh, oooh!" His eyes were still clamped shut and
his head nodded slightly from side to side.
Alice's eyes were blurry with tears--tears of lust. Her cunt felt as if
it had swollen to the size of a fist between her legs--and it throbbed
maddeningly. She squeezed her legs together, working her wet cuntlips
against each other.
Ricky's prick pointed straight at the ceiling, its head a shiny
purplish-red, blue veins straining to burst on its cream-colored shaft.
Its piss-hole stood wide open, a clear fluid oozing out as the prick
throbbed.
Alice played with Ricky's balls, sliding her soapy fingers all around
and under them, up and down his crotch, up into his asscrack. His toes
wriggled. He crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself.
"I hope you've been keeping this thing clean," Alice mumbled. Her hand
curled around the shaft of his cock.
The stiff young fuckrod quivered, flexing.
"I mean, you've gotta remember to always wash under the skin. That's the
main thing." Alice peeled the boy's foreskin all the way off the
cockhead, pulling it down tightly.
The underside of the foreskin was flushed. The cockhead looked as if it
would pop off the cockshaft. Alice squeezed, unable to believe how hard
her son's prick was. Paul's cock had never been this hard.
Ricky panted. His skinny body shook all over.
"Always soap it up good and make sure to wash under the skin," Alice
mumbled.
Her soapy hands slid up and down her son's swelling prick. The cockhead
felt like an ember in her palm. The prick was still growing. His cock
had to be six inches long now, and fat, and frighteningly hard. She was
afraid the skin on the cockrod would split and that Ricky's naked,
skinless prick would explode out into her hand.
"Ooooh!" Ricky whimpered under his breath. His toes kept clutching at
the floor of the tub. Prick-lube oozed like sap from his open piss-hole.
His skinny loins wiggled and he began to thrust, fucking his stiff prick
in Alice's closed fist.
Alice squeezed, jerking her hand up and down Ricky's cockshaft. She
watched its purplish head pop out again and again between her encircling
thumb and forefinger. His hairless groin collided repeatedly with the
heel of her hand.
The boy's loins worked as if driven by a spring, humping with what
appeared to be an instinctive rhythm. As her son fucked his burning
prick in and out of Alice's soapy hand, Alice was reminded of a young
male dog mounted on a bitch. Ricky's skinny body resembled a young dog's
she thought for some odd reason. And he was humping like a young dog out
of control.
His eyes were open now, glassy and glazed. The boy looked as if he were
in a trance. His loins thrust, driving his stiff prick. His belly
muscles stood out rippling washboard as his body undulated with lust and
pleasure.
Alice imagined she could feel his prick in her cunt. Each time he
thrust, her cunt contracted, and she imagined a stiff cock fucking deep
into her, working between her swollen pussylips, filling her stiff clit.
Her toes curled in her shoes. She clamped her legs together fiercely and
rhythmically.
Ricky's prick flexed hard. He shivered violently and let out a gasp. A
shuddering vibration shot through his pick and his jism squirted out
against the tiled wall of the shower stall.
"Oh Ricky!" Alice gasped, shaking all over, her hand filled with his
bucking cock.
Before he could shoot again, Alice shoved her face in front of his cock
and caught his second spurt of cum in her open mouth. As the milky jism
splashed against the back of her throat, a whirling heat saturated her
loins and her cunt exploded with pleasure.
She groaned, unable to control her voice. Her cunt contracted again and
again as she worked her legs against each other. Hot needles of pleasure
flooded her fuckhole and spread throughout her loins. As her body
vibrated with orgasm, she maintained her jerking grip on Ricky's cock
and caught his hot spurts of cum in her mouth. She swallowed the sweet
alkaline cock cream as fast as it came. Gazing up, she saw Ricky's eyes
rolled back to the white slits. He was whimpering as if he were being
whipped.
As her orgasm subsided, Alice was overcome with a sense of embarrassment
and shame such as she had never felt. She released her son's cock as if
it were radioactive. His prick was still stiff as a bone and pointed
straight up. She turned on the shower again, this time full blast.
Without daring to look into her son's face, she closed the stall door.
"Rinse off good," she called to him, unable to keep her voice from
sounding strained and thin. "Then put on warm clothes, and for god-sake,
don't forget your raincoat." She tried to laugh nonchalantly, but it
sounded glaringly artificial.
The boy said nothing. She could see his blurred shape through the glass
stall as he turned this way and that, rinsing himself. A straight rod
protruded from his groin like a barrel of a pistol, wagging as he moved.
"I'm late for my workout," she called, wishing he'd answer so she could
hear the tone of his voice. "If I get done early enough, and if you and
your brothers haven't eaten someplace, I'll cook something."
"You?" He sounded almost shocked.
"Yes, me. I can cook, you know. We didn't always have Hilda around to do
the cooking and housework, you know."
"Oh yeah, sure," he said, although he didn't sound at all convinced.
"Well, we didn't," Alice said. "See you later. And stay dry. I don't
want you dying of hypothermia on me."
"What?"
"Never mind, I've gotta run."
Alice fled the bathroom, relieved she'd gotten away so easily. Ricky
didn't sound at all upset by what had happened. He sounded as if he'd
forgotten all about it already.
That was the way he sounded, anyway.
Chapter 2
The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the least. The
rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it clear of the
windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was
beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alice would have been cursing
the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out
of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city
where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away.
Alice would never get used to freeways.
Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the downpour. They
took her mind off what had happened at home. She didn't want to think
about what she'd done with Ricky. It was as if she'd gone temporarily
insane. She couldn't believe she'd sucked her young son's cock! She
would never do it again. Never, never, never!
She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars cut in
and out in front of her and behind her. She wasn't going to kill herself
trying to keep up with the stampede.
As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself momentarily
visualizing a glass shower-stall door. She caught a glimpse of a slender
shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting upward and wagging as the
shape moved. She blinked and the vision was gone, replaced by windshield
wipers and cars cutting in and out in front of her.
Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all. Don't ever
think about it again. Think about something else.
She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggested that she
might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe she could cook, did
he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn't believe she could keep
house, either.
Well, she couldn't blame him too much. They'd hired Hilda shortly after
Ricky was born. Ricky had never known another cook or housekeeper. Even
when Hilda had taken vacations--as she was doing now for a few
weeks--they'd hired temporary cooks and housekeepers. The only reason
Alice hadn't hired a temporary servant this time was that she hadn't
gotten around to it yet.
Alice suddenly envisioned herself cooking a meal for the boys. She saw
herself doing housework, washing clothes. Maybe she ought to try these
things again. Maybe they'd do her some good, help fill up and order her
somewhat empty and aimless days. She was herself waxing floors, throwing
dirty underwear into the washer.
She laughed at herself. You can't be serious, Alice, she thought. Then
she realized she was serious.
We'd have to fire Hilda, she thought, and then felt a sense of relief,
almost elation. Maybe it would be worth going back to work just to get
rid of Hilda. The old bag was getting worse every year. She demanded
more and more time off, demanded more and more pay, and had just about
taken over rule of the house. It was only when Paul was home that Hilda
acted like a servant and not like the mistress of the house. The moment
Paul flew off to Japan or someplace, Hilda became her grim, demanding,
bitchy self again. Wouldn't it be nice to be rid of her sour puss once
and for all?
Alice was feeling high as an air balloon above the rain clouds as she
exited the freeway. She'd try out getting back to work. If she could
swing working again, it would be bye-bye Hilda. Paul would never agree
to firing Hilda for another housekeeper. But Paul couldn't deny Alice's
wish to resume the duties of a housewife.
"Good-bye, Hilda, and good riddance," Alice said aloud as she swung into
the parking lot of the health spa.
She surged through her workout in the exercise room in record time,
working with free weights and the universal machine. By the time she
finished, she was tight and tingly all over.
She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall mirror. In
the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if it were sheened
with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all the rain, she'd been
unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked having big, deeply
tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these blend with her tan on
her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits appeared especially large
today, with her cherries as big as silver dollars and studded with erect
bumps. Her nipples looked good enough to suck on, even to her.
She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the mirror
to dress. She didn't care who was watching her. She dressed slowly,
pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she'd covered her golden
pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds of her nipples.
She ran her brush through her hair a few times, until it shone like
yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her shoulders, feeling the
ends of it tickle the center of her naked back as she walked out of the
locker room under the envious scrutiny of the other women.
She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man in his
white uniform.
"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alice was struck again at how much
the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with his sheepish
expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.
"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on her tits.
"I have a cancellation."
"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning booth."
"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at Alice's
tits before heading on down the hall.
Alice lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her bikini,
her eyes covered with opaque black glasses. She turned every little
while so she'd tan evenly. She thought of her upcoming massage, could
almost feel Thomas's big strong fingers on her flesh, relaxing her
totally. She realized her cunt was throbbing, realized it hadn't stopped
throbbing since she'd entered the bathroom with her naked son. Her
muscles pumped and tingling, her skin sleek with a sheen of sweat, her
pussy pounding like a heart, she felt more and more sensuous as she
posed under the ultraviolet light, tanning her smooth skin.
What would Thomas's reaction be if she let him remove her bikini today?
It was her choice--to get her massage while wearing her bikini, or to be
naked. She'd been getting massages from Thomas for over a year, but
always with her bikini on. Thomas never failed to ask her before each
massage, though, whether she preferred wearing the bikini or removing
it.
The buzzer went off in the ultraviolet booth, signaling Alice that she'd
had enough. As she sat up and slid off the tanning table, she felt a
tightening in her cunt and a twinge of anxiety in her stomach. After she
put her bikini back on, she left the tanning room, heading down the hall
to the massage room in a partial daze.
Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel. The moment
Alice walked into the room, he quickly slid around the table and shut
the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He turned down the
lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage table took on a slightly
yellowish cast.
"Warm oil?" he asked.
"Yes," Alice said. "As warm as you can get it."
"It's heated and ready," he said. "And you prefer wearing your bikini?"
Alice paused for a moment. "No," she said. "No, I think I'd be more
comfortable with it off today. I'd like to try it that way once."
The boy didn't respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as if he
couldn't understand what she'd just said, as if she'd spoke in a foreign
language. "Off?" he said, almost with a frown.
"Off," Alice said. She reached behind her to untie her halter. "Will you
help me, Thomas?"
"Well ... well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers fumbled with
her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.
Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it up.
Alice shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could
straighten himself.
"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"
The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the panties
off over Alice's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alice's moist cunt rose
in the air.
Alice lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread as wide as
they could without falling off the sides of the table. She closed her
eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked, liberated. No other males
besides her husband had ever seen her naked before.
Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alice's neck as she
raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with warm massage oil.
His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.
Alice sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and stroke
her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of her cheeks
and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He kneaded behind her
ears and down the back of her neck. Within seconds, Alice's entire body
relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't want to move. She felt totally
naked, open and receptive.
Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it, working
his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alice felt as if
her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on the table and
moved around to massage her left arm. Alice sighed, almost moaned.
The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up, milking. He
kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her feet, rotating
the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both her feet and legs
were limp and tingling.
He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big fingers massaged
her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits, spreading hot oil all over
them, squeezing her tits, his fingers rotating over the erect
cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Alice's cunt
contracted and a small spurt of hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen
cuntlips. She moaned, writhing.
His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down. Alice opened
her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her legs. As he
fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alice gasped.
The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt. He
rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning, mumbling. He
pushed his hands under Alice's thighs, lifted them, spread them wide.
Alice grabbed the backs of her knees to steady her legs in the air. She
spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her cunt up completely.
The boy's fat tongue slid between her pussylips.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on Alice's swollen
pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted, fucked in and out,
probing, licking, tasting.
"Oh Thomas!" Alice gasped. "Oh God!"
She couldn't believe this was happening. Not even her husband had ever
done anything like this to her before. She'd had deep dark fantasies
about a man licking her pussy, but she'd never dreamed her fantasies
could ever become real.
"Lick!" she breathed. "Suck! Oh, yes!"
She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip muscles,
and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her nipples with
oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she could tell by the
way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing hot fuck juices into
his mouth.
"Make me come!" she moaned. "Oh, darling, make me come! Suck me off!"
She couldn't stand the heat and tension between her legs. The burning
itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass, rubbing her
seething pussy in the boy's face, fucking herself on his probing tongue.
"Lick!" she gasped. "Suck! Oh, God!"
The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy pussylips,
grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled through her loins and
exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting, moaning--coming!
"Ohhhhh, darling!" she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt in the
young masseur's mouth. "I'm coming, baby, lick it!"
Thomas slurped at Alice's bubbling pussy furrow, his long tongue
flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other, even
licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His tongue
felt like a flaming snake to Alice as it tortured her writhing crotch.
He kept licking even after her contractions had passed. It was as if he
couldn't get enough of the taste of her cunt and ass.
"Stop," she whimpered. "Oh God, it's too sensitive! Please stop!"
The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice dripped from
his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alice's golden pussy hairs were
glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed down at her naked body
as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton his shirt.
Alice watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his shirt. He
was more muscular than she'd thought. His chest and abdomen looked like
they'd been carved out of stone.
He looks so much like Zenobia's stableboy, Alice kept telling
herself--to take her mind off the somewhat frightening reality of what
was happening. The boy had pulled off his shoes and socks and now as
pushing down his white pants. It's uncanny how much he looks like that
stableboy, Alice thought again.
The boy stood there in a pair of white bikini briefs. It looked as if a
softball had been stuffed in their crotch. The boy pushed down the
briefs and his cock sprung up and out.
His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed. Alice
couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Her husband's cock was nowhere near
this big, this powerful looking. The boy's fuckrod almost frightened
her.
Thomas mounted the massage table, climbing up at the foot end and
kneeling above Alice. His cock kept throbbing. His smooth skin was
flushed from his face to his feet.
"Thomas," Alice said. "Oh God, what are you doing?"
The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down. He mumbled
something, but Alice couldn't make it out. He appeared totally
flustered, the opposite of his usual professional self. He reached down,
forcing Alice's thighs back against her shoulders, opening her up. He
moved forward, hooked his shoulders under her knees, pushed his fat
cock-head against her pussyhole.
Alice was shaking. He was going to fuck his prick into her cunt whether
she wanted him to or not. She was powerless to sop him. He would rape
her if she resisted.
She mumbled gibberish, unable to understand even herself.
The boy leaned into her, wiggling his loins. His prick forced her
cuntlips wide. The cock-knob slid inside, then the prickshaft. With a
smooth, gliding motion, every inch of his prick disappeared inside her
pussy. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.
And Alice groaned with him. It was such a delicious sensation as the boy
fucked into her with his smooth hard prick. Oh God, she wanted to feel
it again! She wished his cock were a mile long so she could feel it
fucking into her for hours. That initial fuck-thrust felt so good.
She realized she was panting as fast as the boy was. She reached up,
running her hands up and down his flanks. Her palms made caressing
circles on his lower back. She stroked his ass.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Fuck me!"
The boy started to move. His hands braced on the table alongside her
shoulders, he began to raise his loins. His cock slipped nearly out of
her, then fucked back in as he simultaneously swung his hips and drove
with his powerful thighs. His asscheeks contracted as he rammed his cock
in to the balls.
Alice moaned, her pussy saturated with itchy thrills. She clutched at
his back with her tapered fingernails. As he pulled out and fucked in
again, she wiggled her ass, screwing her cunt upward on his plunging
cock.
"Oh Thomas, fuck me! Oh yes!"
The boy ground down on her, rubbing his chest against her oiled tits.
His sweat dripped on her face. As his skin rubbed against hers, he
became slippery with her oil. His sweat added more lubrication and soon
their skin was making wet noises as it slid together.
"Let me wrap my legs around you," Alice said. "I want to feel more of
you."
The boy eased up for a few seconds to allow Alice to slide her legs off
his shoulders, over which they'd been hooked, and she got her legs
inside his arms and flung them around his lower back. She clutched him
with her arms and legs and he writhed in her embrace. She contracted her
cunt around his buried cock, massaging his big prick with her cuntal
muscles until he gasped. His cock flexed repeatedly inside her.
"It's just like a mouth," he muttered. "It sucks like a mouth." He lay
on her with his full weight, rubbing himself against her oiled flesh,
letting her pleasure his cock with her deft cunt.
She bit his jaw, licked his salty neck. "Fuck me," she growled, wanting
to feel his cock move inside her some more. "Oh God, give it to me!" She
clawed down his back, grinding her hairy groin against his. "Mmmm, fuck
me!"
The boy looked delirious. He squirmed on top of her, rubbing his cock in
circles inside her pussy. Her teeth gnawed his neck and she felt him
shiver.
"Grind that big thing," she moaned. "Oh Thomas, move it!"
"Ohhhh mannn!" The boy thrust, thrust again, fucking his cock in deep.
"Oh, you brute, fuck me!" She couldn't get enough of this feeling, of
the boy's muscular body and hard cock. She hadn't felt so possessed, so
loved in years.
Thomas braced his elbows on the table, swinging his pelvis, plunging his
fat prick. His prick-head popped in and out of the mouth of her womb.
His cockshaft rippled against the sensitive wet meat of her swollen
cuntlips.
"Ohhh yeahhh, yeahhhh!" he moaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. His
prick swelled inside her cunt each time he thrust, hardening like steel.
His abdomen smacked against hers, their sweaty, oiled flesh making
sucking noises as it met, then pulled apart.
Alice tossed her head, rolled it from side to side on the table. The
small pillow had long ago been knocked aside and had fallen to the
floor. She clung to the fucking youth, grunting and panting even louder
than he was. Each time his prick fucked into her a zillion fuck-tingles
flood her cunt and loins. Her cuntmeat swelled, growing tighter and
tighter. It felt as if her lions would explode.
"Oh Thomas, oh God, baby, fuck me!" She clawed his back some more, not
caring whether she ripped his skin. She ground her heels into his ass,
spurring him on to fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
"Oh! Oh God, oh shit!" The boy was shaking. The veins stood out on his
neck and temples. He slammed his cock into her, fucking in again and
again.
Alice thought she'd die with pleasure. She was on the verge of
exploding, and she wanted the feeling to last forever.
The boy rutted with one last barrage of fuck-thrusts. His body vibrated
as if its every cell were quivering and ready to burst. His eyes rolled
back until only the whites were visible.
Alice held her breath. Her cunt contracted hard.
The boy shuddered. "God!" he gasped. "Oh fuck!" His jism surged into her
pussy.
Alice gripped him in a crushing embrace, feeling his cock pulsing inside
her pussy and his jism spurting into her. Her cuntmeat tightened to near
splitting, her toes curled under, and she melted into ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned, her cunt chewing up the boy's
cum-spurting prick, her pelvis grinding, her nails digging in. "Ohhh,
shoot it!"
The husky young masseur whimpered in her arms, fucking his sizzling
cum-load deep into her pussy. His cock flexed repeatedly and her cunt
responded by gripping, sucking, gnawing. She felt slick juices running
out of her fuckhole and down her asscrack, whether cum or her own female
fuck juices she didn't know. As her pussy filled with jism, the boy's
plunging cock made obscene liquid noises inside her. When he finally
pulled out, his cock was dripping with cum and pussy juice.
He climbed off the table and wiped his cock carefully with a hand towel.
Still flushed to the bone, he quickly dressed.
"You can turn over now, Mrs. Anderson," he mumbled. "I'll do your back."
With an embarrassed giggle, Alice flipped over. She almost fell asleep
as the talented young man stroked and kneaded the muscles of her back.
She came wide wake again, however, as the boy buried his face between
her legs and licked her cummy cunt from behind.
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