Lora went into mourning about her fucking a virgin boy!
She loved the feeling of his young, pulsating, vibrant cock, but my God, what the hell had gotten into her. This was not her normal behavior. She was not used to fucking around, with mere children. And this kid was a child. He was no older than her daughter… barely into high school.
She paced through the mobile home and laced her fingers through her short, dark curls.
She must really be flipped out to mess around with a kid. The dumb part of it was she like it! She still tingled when she thought of squatting over the child's dark face and watching his pink tongue flick at her jutting little clit.
Ooouuuuuu, that had been a joy! tongue fucked by a fourteen year old! God Damn!
Lora had to scold herself. She was supposed to be giving herself hell for her nasty, rotten behavior and everytime she thought of the kid she felt a squish of juice in her crack! My God, she must be so demented she was really sick.
How could she, a church going woman, a member of the cake decorating class, a mother, a respectable woman in the P.T.A. have gotten into a situation like taking a young boy to a motel and fucking the shit out of him. My God!
Terrible!
But, oh, God, he had a flicking tongue that whipped the cum right out of her twat!
Mentally she jerked herself straight. Now she would not think of that young boy again… or any other young boy.
Now why had she thought of any other young boy? She learned back in her psychology class, another diversionary project, that sometimes a subconscious thought will pop into one's head because maybe the thought has been lurking in the mind for some time.
Lora told herself whether that thought had been lurking or not, she would not fuck Bill again! Or any other young boy! And that was final!
In a way Lora wished she had not gotten a divorce. Before when she was an unhappily married woman, at least she didn't have to go scouting for a piece of ass. No matter how mad she and Lee had been, he was always hot to fuck at night.
Thoughts of regret didn't help now. Her ex-husband never came around to even bother her or Patty and that was an insult. He didn't even care enough to hassle them. He was rotten to the core. The bastard! He didn't seem to mind at all she sent him on his merry way to freedom! The asshole! Yes, she was better off without him… she guessed.
She thought it good for her soul to sort out her thoughts every now and then. So this happened to be her sorting time. She had sort of established the divorce had been a good move.
Sort of, hell! She lost her husband, her home, her color television, her piano… bitchin' move. Really great.
That was now water over the damn dam.
Now she was greeting new problems every day and she was not sure she liked all these challenges. Especially the young boys.
She had never noticed if a youngster had a bulge in the front of his pants or not. Now she did! Man, she was hung up on boy's flies.
Maybe she was just afraid to screw a man her own age. It had been years since she had been on the "dating" thing. She wouldn't know how to act. She was much too old to date. Good God. She was forty. Almost to the change of life. Lora thought the change would be good for her. Then she would surely lose interest in all the young crotches! She would not be tormented by young boys with young cocks.
God help her, she had to knock it off with the young boys now.
She couldn't go through life feeling dirty and vile and wicked. And that's how she felt now… nasty, wicked, lusty, vile… a dirty old lady who had fucked an innocent young boy… yeah, yeah, yeah…
Now she had to stop that thinking!Nasty! Dirty! Demented! No more young boys!
But damn, he had a hot tongue!
She grabbed her crotch and cursed the day she had bought pants with the cross crotch with the opening. She felt into her own hairy crotch. Shit! She didn't want to finger-fuck herself again!
She was going to have to get some pants that had a closed crotch. She was not gung-ho about touching into her own slimy, drenched crack, but since she had, and since nobody was home except her, she might as well give her clit a few flicks and have an orgasm.
She would go out and buy some other long pants and start to wear underwear that didn't have a hole in the bottom. She would miss the convenience of the pants she wore now, but she had no intention of fucking just anybody, so she would get used to the closed crotch pants.
Right now she was going to shove her fingers up her twat and get her jollies.
Her fingers felt her smooth, silky folds of labia and she trembled with joy. Her clit was rigid and ready to go!
The doorbell rang.
Lora jerked her hands out of her crotch, licked the juice from her fingers and went to he door.
"Is Patty home?" a young boy asked.
"No, she isn't, but would you like to come in and wait?" said the spider to the fly.
"Ah… yeah… I guess so… Will she be gone long?" he asked.
"I don't think so. I don't believe I know you, do I? I'm beginning to know lots more of Patty's friends, but I don't recall seeing you around," she smiled warmly and offered him a seat.
"I'm Jeff and we've got the same English teacher. What time is it, maam?"
"Are you in a big hurry?" she asked nicely.
"I gotta get my papers delivered."
"Oh, you're a working man," she said.
He nodded and squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. His fingers worked nervously and one foot kept bobbing in nervous tension.
"Would you care for a cold drink?" Lora asked.
She sized up the youth and thought he was a darling child. She sat primly on the far end of the couch, absolutely determined not to get the hots over this kid.
She had ransacked her brain, tumbled and tossed all her thoughts and come up with the idea that young boys were not her thing… even though her motor was now racing at high speed. She felt the familiar itch in her crotch.
She would not give in to her emotions. That was her flat statement to herself and she meant it! And would abide by it!
No young boys!She would not fuck another young, innocent boy!
No way!
She tried to keep her gaze from traveling down his young, slender body to his tented crotch. It was difficult to keep her eyes focused on his, but she did work at it!
As they chatted lightly about the weather and his paper route, which she could have cared less about, her eyes kept straining to watch his widespread crotch.
Young boys were so nasty. They had absolutely no decency about the way they sprawled on furniture and shot their long legs in different directions like they were uncertain grasshoppers. Always they let one hand droop casually across their cocks. Obscene! No class!
Ooouuuuuu!
Her crotch craved irs cock!
My God, he had just walked in the door!
Was she so demented she would just attack any young boy? Maybe all these young boys should just stay out of her mobile home.
How was she going to handle that? Her young, blonde daughter was just beginning to blossom into womanhood and she would have years of young men passing through her life… making her mother suffer constantly with the hots!
Lora looked at Jeff as he splayed his long, gangling legs almost across the room. Lewd. The youth was positively vile. She wondered what he must be thinking to have such a big lump in his crotch.
She jerked her thoughts back to his paper route. That was a thrill and a half after eyeing his crotch. She would much rather ravish this youth than hear about his paper route… but she would hold firm to her standards.
Her new standards since she had smashed any kind of moral standards she might have had when she fucked the shit out, of Bill. No more! Absolutely not! No youngsters! No!
She fought a good battle for a few minutes and then her gaze dropped to the young blond's crotch and she wickedly licked her lips.
She couldn't help it!
She tried to fight the urge!
She wanted to suck his young cock!
She could all but taste his sweet, young, delicious cum. Oh, goodness, she was simply a vile, wicked woman and had no control. Her crotch gurgled happily as she plotted how she would get this kid fucked and soon because Patty might come home any time.
Lora put her hand to her forehead and closed her dark, thickly lashed eyes. She moaned slightly for added effect.
"Are you all right?" Jeff asked, leaning toward her.
"Oh, yes, yes. I just felt a little dizzy for the moment," she said sweetly. "I'll be just fine in a little while."
"Can I get you a drink of water or something?" he asked anxiously.
"That would be nice, thank you," she whispered.
She patted his hand affectionately.
Her clit fluttered madly in her oozing slit at the touch of his young, warm hand which she wished was stuffed up her cunt.
She watched the slim-assed boy trot to the kitchen and get a glass of water. Yes, his hips would fit just fine between her thighs. She was sure that bulge in his pants would fit thrillingly into her spasming twat.
She lay back on the couch and held her head when the youth brought her the glass of water.
"Here, I'll help you. I took first-aid at school!"
Big deal! she thought.
"Oh, I think I should lie down," she whimpered.
Her dark eyes closed and her forehead crinkled as if in pain.
She felt the youth huff and puff while getting her in a flat position on the couch. She adored his attentiveness as he slipped his young arm under her shoulder to lift the top of her torso so she could sip the water.
Her limp arm fell across hand rubbed against his cock for a split second as he helped her slightly up.
The wickedness mounted in her body and she tingled'with shudders of excitement!
Shehad felt… if only for a minute… that his cock was standing tall!
"Hmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
The moan to her was one of passion mounting in her body, but the poor boy thought she was in some terrible excruciating pain. He was also a Boy Scout and that fact coupled with his first-aid, he would help this lady.
It bothered him that her loose hand kept drooping and bobbing between his legs, but in the face of noble duty, he would suffer the effects.
His young cock got harder and longer and throbbed viciously!
If he was home he would beat meat, but he was solemn in his attempts to be a good Boy Scout and do his duty. He could not stop taking care of this woman to jack-off. Not in the rule book.
Lora's eyes were slightly closed and she watched his blue eyes as they looked down her boat-neck blouse at her full cleavage. Oh, yes, this youth was inquisitive enough to be noting that her breasts rose and fell and her blouse was low enough for him to fully see the round, plush flesh above her bra.
Jeff breathed harder than was necessary for the task he was doing. His gaze went far down inside her blouse. He thought he saw a nipple, but that couldn't be, since she had a bra on. He scanned her chest area trying not to be obvious. After all, he was helping a lady in distress, not being a horny youngster.
He did manage to get other glimpses down her blouse because she moved around in her "dizziness" to get more comfy.
His cock zoomed to full erection!
Her bra had holes in it!
He did see a nipple!
Maybe if he looked again he could see both rosy nipples!
His cock throbbed as he looked over her breasts scanning under the blouse to see rosy nipples!
My God! He didn't know women had holes in the tip end of their bras.
Jeff, in his attempt to see more cleavage and more of her bare breasts, proceeded to very clumsily dump the glass of cold water onto Lora's blouse.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, trying not to stare at the wet material that was sopped to her body.
She jumped in shock at the cold splash, but reclined quickly. She smiled at the humbling, clumsy youngster as he tried to brush the water off of her and yet not touch her jutting tits and not brazenly stare at her rigid nipples that pressed clearly against the wet, white material.
"That's alright," she moaned.
"Let me help you. Ah, what can I do? Ah, do you want a robe?"
He stammered and his young hands shook. Nothing like this happened in first-aid. He was unsure as to the precautions he should take against shock possibly, or maybe even pneumonia. His first-aid class was not helping him a bit right now.
If he hadn't been so occupied with trying to see her nipples, none of this would have happened.
"Maybe you could help me take off my blouse," she managed to moan.
His knees would not hold him up through this!
"But… you're nearly… naked then…" he stammered, remembering the bra.
Oh, shit, he couldn't take this! No place in first-aid had he seen a woman's nipples poking through holes at the tips of her bra cups. This he could not handle!
"Oh, I think I'm in shock. I'm sooooo cold and wet," Lora moaned, urging the stammering, stumbling youth on to bigger and better things.
He had no choice! Duty first! Jack off last!
Jeff helped the fumbling, struggling lady remove her blouse.
She lay wickedly so her nipples poked tantalizingly toward his young face. She smiled to herself as she heard the youth suck in his breath.
Jeff had had a few quick feels of girls' breasts through a sweater at the drive-in or on a dare at school…
But he had Never faced two rosy nipples, a lacy bra stuffed with full, firm breasts bulging our over the top!
She watched the youngster collapse to his knees by the side of the couch and stare openly at her bosom. She smiled to herself.
Lora shivered as if with cold chills.
"I better get this bra off… it's all wet… and cold…" she moaned, faking near unconsciousness.
In her faked delirium she struggled to get her bra off and the youth, the trusty Boy Scout, helped her strip.
"Oh, my God! I'm so cold! Feel my breasts. They're almost frozen off. I'm so cold…" she moaned.
Jeff hovered over his patient and pondered what the hell to do next. His cock was distracting him terribly. Beating, throbbing, pulsating. He felt the trickle of juick leak out of his cock slit as he gazed on her full breasts… completely naked before him… and she had asked him to touch them!
What would the first-aid teacher say about this?
"Oh, please… I'm so cold," and she chattered her teeth for emphasis.
The dutiful Boy Scout hesitated and then put his young, warm hands on her full, jutting breasts and about had an attack! His cock thumped roughly in his jeans! His breathing was out of control, huffing and puffing and gasping! His hands sweat with the touch of her soft, warm flesh.
"My God!" he moaned.
Lora was wickedly happy about his torment and adored the touch of his young, inexperienced hands as they groped to warm and fondle her already warm breasts. She felt his fingers against her rigid nipples and sparks of passionate emotion rippled through her body.
Her crotch was damp with lusty desire. Oh, how she craved his young cock stuffed up her clutching, spasming snatch!
"Hmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Are you gonna pass out?" he gasped in terror and anguish.
Good idea!
"Sometimes I do… I just don't know what's the matter with me… I get soooooooo cold. The only thing that helps is heat… body heat!"
Jeff's young hands massaged her breasts with fervor as he worked rapidly to keep the lady conscious. He had a bad time of it though since her limp arm had suddenly gone rigidly straight and was pressed against his thudding cock.
"Feel better?" he stammered hopefully.
"I'm so cold…" and she faked near unconsciousness.
"What should I do?" he cried hysterically.
"Lay on top of me. Your body heat might just do the trick," she managed to mumble before she closed her dark, smoldering eyes.
She felt the pricks of passion surging through her feverish body. Her hairy twat was leaking and spasmmg and she wanted a cock!
"Get on top of you?" he questioned.
"It's the only thing that might work," she whispered faintly.
Jeff was in a panic. He had never seen a woman faint away and what if she died!
He scrambled to climb on top of lora's half naked body in the attempt to warm up the hot lady.
Jeff had mixed emotions! To say the least. He had handfuls of warm, soft tits and his pelvis was now smack tight against hers. He felt the heat from his rock-hard cock singe into the radiating heat of her pussy…
Jeff groaned.
She ought to be warm! He was hot! Passionately, horny hot!
"Breathe on my boobs and maybe your hot breath'll warm me. I'm chilled to the bone," she moaned.
"Yeah, O.K.," he choked out.
She listened to the youth's heavy breathing as he massaged her breasts. She thought he was really quite good with his fingers the way he flicked her nipples and caressed her boobs. She loved it.
And did she have a surprise for him!
Lora reached down between their bodies.
"What's the matter?" he panted. "Aren't you getting warm?"
The sweat poured off him.
"Your belt buckle is hurting my tummy. I was just going to loosen it and put it to the side," she moaned.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he muttered.
She smiled to herself as she deftly removed his belt buckle and at the same time managed to open his fly!
His ass was poked up in the air enough to let her get her hands between their bodies. His head swam in wild, unknown rapture. Even though this was a duty for him, strange stimulations lunged through his young body. Stronger urges than he had ever felt jacking off in the bathroom or in his bed. His whole body craved urgent release!
But he would save this woman from unconsciousness! From shock!
His tender, teen-age imagination was soaring as he tried to mentally diagnose her case.
His damned cock kept throbbing and distracting him!
Lora spread her legs.
The hole in the snatch crack of her pants opened up!
Her sleek, damp vaginal slit opened wide!
"Okay, honey, put it down," she whispered.
He put it down!
As he lowered his young pelvis, her agile hands slipped his pants down off his hips…
And she felt jeffs young, hot, rigid, pulsating cock lower right into her steaming, gurgling, lathering snatch crack!
"Jesus Christ!!!" he screamed.
"You are getting fucked!"
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he exclaimed.
Her firm hands tugged on his flexed ass.
"Shove your cock in my snatch," she ordered.
"I can't move… feels so good… good… goooooood…" he moaned.
She worked her vaginal muscles on his snubbed cockhead, tantalizing him further. She felt the blaze of his young virgin poker bum her twat. She tormented him for a few seconds with her nibbling muscles on his sleek, smooth cockhead.
Her torridly hot juices flooded down her tract and gushed to blaze on his innocent, pounding, throbbing cockhead… and that was all he could take, she knew!
She wrapped her legs around his slender hips, dug her heels into his asscrack and pulled him in!
"My cock's in you! I'm fucking! I'm fuckin!God damn! I'm doin' it! Jesus Christ!" he sputtered.
Her clutching twat grasped around the young, sturdy, jerking cock!
"Aaaiiieee!" he screeched.
His young, inexperienced body jolted and shivered. His sweat slick body stuck to hers while he jolted and doubled in heavenly rapture. Jolt after glob of his salty-sweet cum blasted into her squeezing, clutching twat!
"Oooaaahhh!" he screamed.
The scalding lather from his cock oozed out of her and bathed her slick, squishy slit and drenched her fluttering clit in hot cream.
"aaaiiieee!" she screeched.
Lora's own flood of scorching, blasting cum mixed with that of the young boy and they rolled and tossed together…
The cock-cunt connection oozed of smelly cum! Thick,hot, smoldering lather squished out of her spasming twat as his cock gradually went lat. His testicles wallowed in the soothing, rich orgasmic fluids as they jolted and jerked together!
The breathing was hot and heavy at the height of the climax and gradually smered down to low, gutsy pants.
Cum smelled and their cock-in-twat connection got sticky!
Trickles of mixed cum smeared both crotches and onto her bottomless pants.
"God Damn! You had this all planned!" Jeff heaved a sigh.
She nodded wickedly.
"Sonovabitch! I Fucked! God Damn!" he moaned, still gasping for breath.
"Yes, my darling, you fucked. If you want to do it again or get a blow-job or lick into my cunt you'll have to come back again, won't you?" she cooed.
"Wow! God! Yeah! I wanna try all that stuff! Man, that was good!"
"There's more, dear. Lots more that we can do together."
"Do you wanna take the paper. I mean just so's I have a good reason to stop in all the time?" he asked.
"My, you are the little salesman, aren't you? If fucking isn't good enough reason, then you won't be back. If fucking is good and you liked it… you'll be back…"