Lora grumbled around the mobile home for days.
She finally decided no more young boys were going to fuck her! She had had enough of this blasting away in her cunt before she got her own rocks off.
Shit on the younger generation. They didn't know crap about fucking! Oh, sure, they had the fuck sticks, but what good were they?
The old expression of something about it's what you do with what you got… was true. The kids had the cocks. But they were all in such a rush to cum that nobody else really could enjoy the fucking cocks… namely her.
Lora was pissed off!
From now on she would mess only with men her own age. The kids could ball and do their thing together and without her. She wanted some of the action herself.
Now the age was set, she had to decide or figure out how, she was going to get somebody her own age to fuck. Where were the forty year old fuckers?
In her mind another problem rattled around. Her daughter. What was the matter with her? Mother and daughter were not close like they used to be.
It bothered Lora that her whole family was falling apart. First the loss of her husband and now her daughter avoided her like she was poison. She would have to sit the kid down and have a talk with her!
And she would, just as soon as she solved her sex problems. Right now she was not up to talking out teen-age problems.
Lora had this one problem of her own. She couldn't be satisfied if a cock rammed her for one week steady! She was insatiable! She could not get enough fucking!
It began to worry her maybe she had flipped out on sex.
Maybe it was her age and the fear of growing old and sexless that caused her this constant state of frustration.
All Lora knew was she wanted to fuck all the time! She constantly had the urge itching in her crotch to feel a cock. Any cock!
Lora wanted to fuck! to screw! To blow somebodys cock!To eat prick! To bite balls! She had to fuck or go crazy!
All she thought about was fucking! Balling! Screwing!
"My God, why did you grve me a hole and the urge if I wasnt supposed to fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed.
She paced the mobile home tearing at her short, dark hair!
Tears of frustration dripped from her eyes as she paced back and forth. She didn't want to go crazy!
That dumb shit next door had left her emotions so highly pitched she almost blew up!
Sure she liked young cock! But she liked old cock and in between cock, too!… any cock! Just to have a cock!
She had to fuck!
She sat down and her crotch smeared her juices around warmly just to irritate herself. Shit.
She had to pull herself together and think.
She needed somebody steady. Maybe two or three guys who would be steady. She would also accept an occasional hall from a youngster. But right now she needed a man who could keep a hard-on for awhile and would make damned sure she got her orgasm before he got his.
She would never turn away a man with a hard-on!
Not nice.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of men.
She realized she didn't know any available ones unless she would go to a bar and pick up one. That was not the steady deal she was looking for. That was too chancy.
Well, if a man wasn't available, how about the unavailable ones, the married ones who got all the shit thrown at them about the headaches and such crap.
No. She couldn't do it. She swore when her husband told her about the other woman, that when she was single, she would never, never, never go with a married man. Lora would never break up a home. She would never cause another woman the grief she had known.
However, now Lora was alone, her thinking was changing.
Today her thinking was about to make a complete about face.
If she could screw young, underage boys with the penalty of jail hanging over her head, why not have an irrate wife or two on her ass at the same time.
Any way she figured it, the women of the world were going to be mad at her either for fucking their husbands and/or sons. So what.
Lora had herself to think about and she intended to take care of "numero uno", number on, herself!
Right now, her crotch was crazy with lust for cock and all she could do was sit and simmer in her own juices.
Divorces were terrible ordeals to go through. The after effects were worse.
Lora thought and thought about various men whom had never entered her mind before. Married men. Men who were not so horny they couldn't control themselves. Men that merely wanted variation. Men who wanted a little on the side. STEADY MEN! MEN SHE could depend on!
"Oh, my God, I dont know anybody!" she whimpered.
What was all this stuff her mother had pumped into her head during her youth about men. All they were after was a piece of tail. They were all dirty, nasty vile creatures one had to tolerate.
Tolerate, shit!
Lora wanted to violate one… or two… or three!
Lora suddenly felt so sorry for her mother and all the other women of the world. They didn't know what the hell they were missing!
Lora did! She was so hot and horny she could scream!
Exercise. A cold shower. Neither appealed to her.
She craved a cock! A hard cock! One that would stay hard and horny until she had one cum after another and then another one for good measure.She wanted a cock she could call on at anytime and get her satisfaction!
"Help me!" she screamed as if to the God of screwing.
The God of balling answered her wanton screams for help.
The doorbell rang and Lora ran to answer it.
What a relief. Somebody to talk to. Somebody to get her mind off of her problems. Somebody to visit her. Thank God!
Her face beamed when she opened the door to her neighbor's husband. He just looked super delicious to her. He had suddenly developed such a gush of sex appeal she could hardly contain herself. And she had known him for years and thought nothing about him at all, but it was his son, Bob who had caused her so much stimulation and blown his nuts and left her high and dry.
Now Ben, the father could take up where the son had so rudely failed.
How does one go about seducing the next door neighbor who has been a friend for years. She was a very positive thinker. She would figure it out.
"Come on in," she smiled.
She felt the juices trickle down the inside of her thighs.
"I just wondered where my wife is. Is she over here?" he asked.
Ben stepped through the open sliding glass door to the inside of her comfortable mobile home.
"No, she isn't and I haven't seen her this morning," Lora said.
"Gee, it's nice and cool in here. Your new air conditioner really does the job, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, thanks to you. You're just so handy at fixing things," she purred.
She lead the way out into the kitchen and got two cups out of the cupboard.
"Or would you prefer beer?" she asked, reaching for the coffee pot.
"Actually beer," he said.
Lora went to the fridge and leaned into it, hiking her short nightie up to the point the very bottom of her cheeks rounded for his sight.
Ben enjoyed the look and said nothing as he grinned broadly. He had seen her in her nightie many times over the years when she had come over to have coffee with his wife. Usually she had some sort of flimsy robe over her short gown, but not today. He guess he had just hit it lucky.
Lora got two cans of beer and whirled around, pulling the gown tight across her tits so that her nips pressed against the material.
She went to the kitchen table where Ben sat and leaned over slightly to rip off the flip-tops.
From beneath her thick, dark lashes her smoldering eyes watched his sparkling blue ones gaze at the low neckline of her gown. She smiled to herself as she handed him a beer and took one herself. She sat next to him just around the comer of the table in her captain's chair.
She leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand as she looked into his deep pools of blue. Her breasts rested on the kitchen table with the nipples pressed to the flimsy material as she talked to her neighbor.
"Do you always start drinking this early in the day?" she asked with a wicked smile.
"Do you?" he grinned.
"Not usually. I have a problem though"
"Drinking is gonna solve it?" he slurped down the beer and bent the can.
She got up and immediately went to the fridge to get him another. She leaned over a little farther now since the beer was back in the refrigerator. She knew he was looking at her buns and she felt wicked and wanton.
She wondered how much beer it'd take before he got to doing her a favor.
Ben sat back in his captain's chair and enjoyed the view of her lower asscheeks. He crossed his hands and interlaced his fingers just below his belt. He felt his cock lengthen and drawl up his belly, hot, burning, leaking liquid.
A devilish grin flashed across his eyes as he said, "You know the view from here is really good…"
"About the same as from your trailer," she said with her head still in the fridge.
"Oh, things look slightly different from here."
He leaned over to look under her gown as he chuckled.
Lora whirled around and saw him bent to look up under her shortie gown. She put her hands on her hips in disgust. This gesture served its purpose, pulling her gown tightly over her breasts so her nipples jutted against the skimpy material and were visible to his dancing, wicked eyes.
"Do you want a beer or not?" she asked in disgust.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. I love to watch you looking for it and I sure hope to hell the beer is way back on the shelf and you have to reach for it."
She watched the dark haired man lean back in his chair and laugh openly. His white, even teeth sparkled against his deep tan.
"Shut up. All I'm trying to do is get you a can of beer and you're not supposed to look. You know better than that!" she snapped.
"Do I? I know a good thing when I see it. Your ass looks pretty good to me. So, if you don't mind, I'll look at it…" he laughed heartily.
She dodged to avoid his big hand that came at her and caught the hemline of her shortie. She tugged to get away and all he did was hold the material by the hem and laugh as his thumb and finger held on and playfully kept her standing right in front of him.
Her rigid nipples pressed tightly to the material right at his eye level.
"Do you want your beer?" she asked impatiently.
"Not particularly," he said.
"Then let go so's I can sit down and finish mine," she said.
"I don't want to do that either," he grinned broadly.
"I'm afraid to ask you what you do want," she smiled.
"That's it!" he laughed.
She knew the heavy laugh lines around his eyes had gotten there over years, and years of tormenting and teasing and laughing. She also knew Ben had his very serious side.
Today he was being playful and she wasn't going to have to do a thing to urge him on to bigger and better things than beer. Her own jugs would be a good start.
She looked at her nipples pressing obscenely against the material of her flimsey nightie.
"See? You're upsetting me and you're also gonna rip the material," she said with the juices leaking down her inner thighs.
"I wouldn't dream of doing that," he laughed.
With one swift motion he stood up and whisked her skimpy nightie off over her head.
"You're embarrassing me," she said, flushed.
"You! Ha, ha!" he mimicked. "You like it and you know you do."
"Shit on you. That's every guy's favorite line, 'You like it and you know you do,' and it's a pain in the neck. What if a woman didn't really like what a man was doing, huh? What about that? Huh?"
"What about, it?" he laughed.
She felt herself hugged tightly against his big, hulking body and smothered in hot, lavish kisses.
I hope you're better than your son, she thought.Pleasedon't play with me and get me worked up and leave me frustrated!
"The neighbors'll see," she protested. "Let me close the drapes."
She felt his big, warm hands on her hips as she leaned to pull the drapes shut and then proceeded into the living room to close them, too.
As she leaned over she felt his rigid cock bunt her asshole.
"Stop that!" she commanded.
"When I'm done," he laughed.
"Right now!" she commanded.
"In a minute. Feels good, ummmmmmmm," he said between laughs.
Lora whipped around.
"Just what do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Right now? Pinching your nipples."
She tingled as the big man grabbed her two nipples and flicked them.
Her gaze dropped to his cock.
"Jesus Christ. You just drop your pants and your cock's flying around high and mighty. A couple of pinches on the nipples and it'll be a wham, bam, thank you, mam sort of things No way. I don't go that route."
Lora was a little more than angry at his self assurance.
"I'll play with you for awhile. Just don't get all upset until you've got something to bitch about. Just settle down," he said softly.
She hung her head and watched his cockhead jerk and jolt.
"Wanna kiss it?" he asked.
"No, I don't wanna kiss your cockhead! I want things my way! Im sick and tired of men gettin' their rocks off and leavin' me high and dry! No way am I gonna kiss your dick! Shit on it!"
"I told you I'd play with you for awhile. I will. I'll make you cum and cum until your little heart's desire. Then… and only then'll I fuck you. How's that sound? Good?"
His voice was so soft and easy going she quivered and fell into his big arms.
"Oh, Ben, I've been so horny lately. I just don't know what to do. I can't get satisfied. I'm so upset and horny!" she cried.
Lora knew by the way he held her that without saying a word, he understood. For that instant she absolutely loved him.
That was different for Lora. She hadn't thought of love for a long time. As a matter of fact love never entered her mind. Ever since she had been so hurt by the divorce she had not used the word love. Not thought of love. Never been warmed by the meaning of love.
She was so uptight now, suddenly, at the idea of being understood, not laughed at, not being graded on a 1 to 10 basis for performance, just being held and understood, love and warmth and release flooded her body.
It was his touch, his quietness, his understanding… She loved this man. At least for right now. She knew he did not belong to her but this tender moment of being held by his strong, warm arms was theirs. Only theirs. And she relaxed against his body.
He didn't do things much differently than anybody else, but yet he was so different. His very breath on her shoulder was warm and delicious. He was so… so… just perfect.
She adored his teasing, his tormenting, his loving, his touch. She loved the fact this man asked no questions, he just understood. He held her quivering body and caressed her tenderly. He soothed away all the tensions, he quieted her jangled nerves, he made her feel like the perfect woman… and she loved him for it!
Love had entered the picture. Strange. She thought she was all done with love. All done with any genuine affections.
This was impossible. Love could not enter the relationship she was having with a married man. That was not right! But it was happening to Lora. And there was nothing she could do about it. Her heart melted to him.
She quietly followed him into her bedroom and got into her bed with Ben.