When she found out that her husband Ron had been screwing his assistant she was devastated. They had been married for ten years and she had never strayed. She had bore him two great kids and to their friends held him up as an example of what a good husband should be. Then that fateful day last month when she had caught them kissing passionately in his company's parking lot, on a hot afternoon when she had decided to surprise him and bring him a dinner because he complained that he had to "work late". She had gotten bored with their increasingly infrequent love life, it's true, but she had been faithful to him. She definitely had had her moments of horniness, so to learn that he was diddling Jennifer and neglecting him only compounded the terrible thing he had done to her. She had yet to confront him, and in the meantime just resented what he did, shocked beyond words.
It was odd that Ron should betray Julie Steele. She was a 32-year old that turned a lot of heads. Deep brown eyes and blonde hair, not natural, but it lit up her looks. She was like a Cheryl Ladd but bigger, big juicy lips and wonderfully smooth skin that tanned so effortlessly with the first sign of summer. Medium in height, Julie had style. She was vivacious, she had gained a little with the marriage mostly in the ass and in her large chest. Because the pounds were not showing in the waistline (the health club helped), and her legs were still graceful and shapely, this distribution of weight gave her a spectacularly sexy shape.
She was hard to miss in public, and had to admit to herself that she grooved on the stares she got at the municipal pool. Julie took her ********* there frequently for summer swims and took to hiding behind sunglasses so that she could enjoy the male stares at her tits. Younger guys would come over with lame pretenses to start a conversation and she got a kick out of leaning over when they were near, sensing they were boring holes with their eyes into her large cleavage.
Before she had gotten married showing off was a huge impulse. In college she had gone on a four-year binge of making out with guys in front of other people. Several times in those years she had explored making out with more than one guy at once. The incredible feeling she got from being sexy in front of others, especially men, also frightened her and she put it away when she married Ron.
Now he had two-timed her. She had thought, well, if Ron's out humping that bimbo, I should get some too. But she simply could not bring herself to do it. She was sexually frustrated, to say the least, but consigned to fantasies, and these did became more lucid as she began to get herself off with her finger in her crotch.
Late this afternoon she was now answering the door and 17-year old Jimmy, a boy who had mowed their lawn last summer, asked if he could do yard work for her. He had grown! He was taller, his voice had dropped a few octaves, he obviously had been working out, and his thick sandy hair and pretty blue eyes made her smile.
"Jimmy Bolinger!" she laughed. "You're growing up! Wow!" She opened the screen door and asked him into the vestibule.
She was wearing a white blouse over a low cut top that showed off her generous cleavage, and snug khaki shorts. Jimmy had a secret crush on her last summer and she was bowling him over now, all over again, her big grin making him bashful but igniting his affection for her. She thought it was cute that he was too shy to look her in the eye without blushing.
"Do you think I could work for you again this summer? Mowing the lawn, weeding the garden?" He was looking at her tits and her nicely tanned legs, whenever he could get away with it. She could feel his eyes magnetically attracted to her feminine charms.
"Sure!" she said, looking up at him cheerfully. "It would be so nice to have a handsome young man around the house. Do you want to start today? Come in. Sit down! What can I get you?"
She took his trembling hand and led him into the living room to a couch where they sat next to each other. "Hey, you're shaking!" she giggled. "Are you allright?" She sat at an angle, half facing him, one leg bent under the other. Sensing he was eyeing her and found her attractive, she reached around and oh so slowly took off her blouse, giving him a much better view of her breasts, her well tanned arms, and her freckled shoulders. She did something she usually didn't do: she looked down at his crotch and noticed a bulge in his jeans. It made her feel sexy to know that she was making this happen.
"I'm OK." He said, his voice breaking. "Let me get you some water, honey," she said softly, and as she walked into the kitchen she made a point of shaking her ass, then turning when she was almost there, "Ice or no ice?" she smiled, catching him staring bug-eyed at her lucious rear.
"Ice is good," he said, looking guilty like he had just gotten caught in the act.
"Actually," he said, as he sipped from the glass, "I can't come today but I can start tomorrow. Is 9:30 OK?" She loved his new deep voice and his youthful effort at politeness.
"That's great, Jimmy!" she said. "We have the same lawn mower. And you have the same curly hair...." She ran her fingers through his hair quickly. She laughed as he put down the water and got up to leave. "Will you - oh never mind," he said, putting his hand on the door.
"What?" she said, holding the door open. "Never mind.." he laughed nervously.
Something pushed her to pursue it. "What?" she tossed her head and raised her eyebrows, squinting up at him and grinning.
"Could you - uh - dress like that tomorrow too?" He said, gazing at her tits.
She laughed, "Sure I will! Will that inspire you to do a good job?" She put her hands on her hips and shook them a little.
"See you then Mrs. Steele." He said, practically falling on his face as he walked backwards down the sidewalk.
She stared at him and grinned. That's a fun guy to flirt with, she thought! If he appreciates my bod I ought to make his time here tomorrow special. I'm going to turn him inside out.
As he left he could barely walk home straight. He was in love! Last week Jimmy had seen her husband necking with another woman out at the forest preserve; Mr. Steele did not think anyone had seen it. This got Jimmy thinking, in an adolescent fantasy that lost proportions quickly: if Mrs. Steele knows about this, she either is pissed at her husband and may want another guy, or doesn't give a shit and may want another guy. Like Jimmy.
Things were superficially friendly in the morning between Julie and Ron. They were sort of talking to each other but this was one of those mornings she couldn't look at him and she kept deferring the confrontation. He left with a peck on the cheek that she didn't want and she filled the pool so that her two girls, Marielle and Annie, 9 and 7, could cool off after they came back from their morning at day camp. Then she made a point, watching the clock, to dress in a yellow bikini and pulled over on top of her generous chest a tight T-shirt that may as well have said "Much more than a handful!" on it. She slipped brown sandals over her feet, sexy nail polish adorning her toenails, and went to the door to let her young admirer get out the lawnmower.
"Good morning, employee!" she smiled broadly, strolling toward him. "I know that you asked me to wear what I wore yesterday but is this OK instead?" she giggled, posing for him. It was fun watching him stare at her, speechless, still a young guy but obviously very into girls.
They walked into the garage and his pulse went up when she, standing close in front of him, bent over to find the gas can for the mower. "It's here somewhere," she said softly. She wanted to tease him to death, and made her voice as sexy as her looks, but without it sounding too contrived. As she stayed bent down to poke around for the can that she knew full well was on the other side of the garage, he stared in fascination at her delicious ass, only covered around its crack. Its lovable cheeks seemed to beckon to his stiffening prick. She consciously wiggled it this way and that, and leaned forward to pose so that her butt thrust out toward him. Then she hiked one leg up on a step ladder, then the other, leaning over the top, and wondering how far she could go with this show.
She looked back at him, catching him again with his eyes on her ass. "We do actually have gas! Almost done! I'll find it!" she laughed. "Take your time," he said, his dick cramping painfully in his trousers. She knelt on an old chair and poked around junk on a shelf with garden tools and barbecue lighting fluid. He continued feasting his eyes on her and walked within an inch of her thigh, his erection so close to rubbing against her. He wanted her to reach around and take his cock in her hand.
"Why don't you look along the lower shelves, Jimmy," she said softly, "I have to take this top off, it's getting humid". Julie moved with her back to him and slowly removed her T-shirt. He held his breath as her big tits came into view. As he knelt down to look around she playfully threw her T-shirt at him. Then, as she stood to his right, rummaging through storage at eye level, Julie positioned herself so that her thigh was practically resting against his shoulder. Then she turned so that she was facing at a right angle to him and she leaned to move her wiggling buttocks toward him, and heating up with eagerness to torture him she kept backing up until she felt her ass bump into him. I hope that was his face!, she thought.
"Oops!" she turned, but did not move away from him. "Did I just back my fat rump into you? Sorry!" She noticed that he didn't move away from her either. "No problem, Mrs. Steele," he said, laughing. ".......any time."
She took this show as far as she could, "discovering" the gas and posing even when she walked the mower out to the back patio. As he knelt down checking the oil in the mower, she stood over him with the fuel can, leaning down unnecessarily. She wiped grass clippings off the sides of the mower with a rag, and twisted the tank cap off, her big tits hanging heavily within inches of his head. She insisted on filling the mower with gas, and she looked at him warmly as she poured the fuel very slowly. By the time he had the mower up and running he was on sexual pins and needles.
He couldn't stop thinking about her as he cut the grass. He kept looking for her to come out onto the Steele home's deck but she never showed. Meanwhile she stood in the kitchen the whole time, watching him make mistakes as he mowed because he incessantly glanced toward the house. She pictured his cock and dreamed of how long and thick it was when she stimulated him with her posing. When Jimmy finished with the lawn he knocked on the back door, off the deck. He wasn't thirsty, but said to Julie: "Mrs. Steele, is it possible to have something to drink?"
She let him into the kitchen, and had him sit at the small kitchen table. Her spectacular knockers bounced wonderfully within the string bikini top. It concealed her large nipples, but nothing else. How enjoyable it was to drive this adoring young man out of his mind! She noticed that the more she played this hand the more exciting it was to arouse him. I could do this all the time, she thought.
Playing with fire further, she grinned, out of the blue, "So are you dating some lucky girl at school?" She stood, leaning against the counter near the sink, a few feet from him, placing one elbow behind her to rest on a shelf, and the other stretching back on the counter. The effect of this on her chest, which he had not stopped staring at since he asked for the drink, was to make his already hard cock actually hurt from its confinement in his shorts. He was so happy that she had brought this up because it was just the topic he wanted to use to get closer to this very sexy housewife. He had spent many nights thinking up a way to act on the boyish lustful feelings that he had for her, and something had told him yesterday that she liked him lusting after her.
"Yeah, a senior, actually," he said. "I may be out of my league."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, she's older and more mature. We've just started to go out and I - I don't know - I wish there were a dating class I could take. I just don't know how to handle myself."
"Are you shy?" she said, walking toward him. "You sure know how to flatter, young man, like you did with me yesterday." She sat down in the chair at the table next to him and laughed, staring at him intently, running her fingers through her hair slowly.
He was looking away from her. Her looks were scaring him. But he was so hot for her. "I think I need a kissing teacher. Someone who could teach me how to kiss girls so that I know what to do with her." He jerked his stare from the floor to her face.
There was a pause. She coughed self-consciously. He seemed to be hinting that they kiss and this was not what she had in mind. "You don't need someone to show you how to do that!" she said reassuringly.
"I don't think guys know how to treat girls right," he protested, sitting back in the chair. "Let me ask you, Mrs. Steele, " he made an excessive gesture toward her with his hand, "when you were dating Mr. Steele didn't you appreciate it when he took his time on dates with you? I don't mean to be personal. I mean, don't you agree I should do it right on the first few dates?"
Julie was nervous. He's getting into a tough area here, she thought. She rested her head on her hand, arm bent on the table, and looked at him. "Yes, a boy should be gentle with a girl. When you take her out you should kiss her, but you have to be careful not to overdo it." Then, instinctively, she added: "But you should give her a nice warm kiss if the two of you are hitting it off. A light kiss can be as bad as a gross one," she started laughing. Then he laughed too. They laughed in a silly way, sort of to relieve some tension they were sharing.
"Could you teach me?" he said, stopping his laughter. "Could you show me the difference? I bet you have some experience."
This WAS making her uncomfortable. Here was a 17-year-old guy, well built and handsome, but a neighbor boy, asking her to show him how to kiss? What balls! Yet it stirred her in a way she did not anticipate. There was danger here. She felt she was losing control of the dialogue.
"So you think I have experience? Like I have been around the track many times? Why don't you ask your mom to show you?" she said acidly, pouting.
"No, no, Mrs. Steele!" he jumped in. "I mean you have more experience than I do! Oh god, don't get mad!" She turned to him, holding her head back. He leaned toward her, lowering his voice significantly: "I think you're the most beautiful woman there is....and I couldn't practice date kissing with my own mom. That would be kinda weird."
They said nothing for a moment. Then she rose and stood in front of him, holding out her hand toward him, gold bracelets dancing on her wrist. "Let me show you how to kiss her," Julie said softly, knowing this was strange and reckless - but not caring. She was in the mood for danger - danger she could keep reins on.
His eyes widened and he stood, his dick twice as hard as it was when he walked in and sat down. She took a little longer to notice it, and her heart skipped a beat when she glanced at the wet spot his arousal was displaying on his shorts.
They stood facing each other and she said, in an instructional tone of voice, making sure to keep her voice level up: "When you kiss her good night put your hands on her arms. Go ahead." She felt his long, smooth hands on her arms and it made her tingle. She looked down at them for a moment and then looked up at his face. "If you sense the evening went OK but you don't get a lot of good vibes you kiss her on the lips, softly and quickly. Go ahead and try it."
He pulled her close to him and he placed his lips on hers. "Is this OK?" he whispered, still holding her and moving his lips away from her mouth only enough to allow him to speak. Feeling her skin and the effect of her big tits touching his chest was making him slightly insane. Her cologne, the look and smell of her golden hair so close to him, these were marvelous things that he had only dreamed of being this near to.
She loved his touch but was afraid of where this was going. "That's fine," she said loudly, and pushed away.
"What if it goes well that night?" he asked, his voice quaking. He moved toward her, backing her into the counter. He began rubbing his hands on her arms, staring into her eyes.
She said: "OK, I'll show you the second kiss and then you better go." She found herself gasping when he pulled her mouth toward him, and suddenly his tongue was pressing against her parting lips. He grabbed her shoulder blades and mashed her breasts against him. She gasped as their open mouths met, and she felt his tongue hesitantly dart around inside her.
"Enough, Jimmy," she laughed. "Now you know." She was breathing hard, and walked across the kitchen to a neutral corner. She handed him the money for the lawn. "Good luck with your new romance, I think you will give her goosebumps" she said, blushing, reacting to this youngster in a way that was quite torrid. "Thank you for showing me." He said. "I'll let you know how my date goes tonight." "You're welcome, Jimmy," she smiled, her head a little buzzed from the experience. "You need your garden weeded," he said, staring earnestly at her. "Can I bring my buddies Jeremy and Luke? We work together on lawn jobs and could do it a lot faster and we'll only charge twenty bucks."
"I'll think about it," she said. Then: "Sure. Why not."
He left and she crashed onto the couch in the living room. She sat and thought about the kisses and rubbed one of her massive breasts, pulling the bikini covering away from it and leaned her head back. She closed her eyes and placed her other hand between her legs, surprised at how wet she was there. She imagined herself posing in front of several Jimmies, rubbing herself and pushing her tits and her ass into their faces. She saw herself staring at their young hard cocks and licked her lips at this dream. She got to tease him, that's his thrill, and she had a new fantasy to replay in her mind for several weeks. She began to take off her bikini bottom.
"Mrs. Steele?" Suddenly a masculine voice broke through her drifting thoughts. Someone was the front door. She straightened herself up and found Jimmy standing on the porch. "Sorry!" he said, holding the envelope. "I think you gave me too much money for the lawn. You gave me forty dollars!"
Her eyes were glazed. "Apply it to what you do to me tomorrow," she said, then catching herself: "I mean what you do for me!", she laughed. He stared at her, then turned and muttered," Cool." As she leaned against the door frame for support and watched him walk away, he turned and said: "Dress nice tomorrow, OK?" "You got it!" she said. She could not take her eyes off his new muscles, the new growth of hair on his legs, and the young swagger.
He had been telling his friends all about her. As soon as he got home he called each of them. "You won't believe how she shows off her bod," he told them, "she talks and walks like a slut."
Julie felt a rush of energy after he left. I am going to indulge myself with this kid, she thought. Just a little flirting and teasing. Maybe his friends will appreciate her too. No more kissing lessons, though. Did he make that up? Was that a charade? It was innocent fun, right? But I have to keep this under control.
Her impulses were asserting themselves. She had arranged that evening with Caroline, a neighbor, to let her girls stay with them in the afternoon. She told her children she was going to a book club meeting. Ron was going out of town, probably not alone.
Next morning she became restless around 9. Jimmy and his friends were due in half an hour. He wanted her to "dress nice" so she had lain awake during the night thinking about what outfit to wear. She settled on a thin red blouse that she left unbuttoned for the three buttons at the top so that at least three inches of cleavage were on display. The blouse was tight on her, and she decided not to wear a bra so that her tits would jiggle and fall into the opening of her blouse when she bent over....she had planned to do this as often as possible. Her oversized nipples were hard to miss under the sheer material. She put on a tight, long brown, thin skirt that hugged her bare ass - and she decided to go without underpants. She smiled at how her rump cheeks were so prominent. Her voluptuous bottom swayed wickedly even when she wasn't trying and this morning it was going to have even more swing. The skirt had a slit that went all the way up the side, and she decided at the last mi to put on long, Frederick's of Hollywood stockings and high heels. She made up her face like she was going to a nightclub, and was liberal with the cologne. She took her time picking out the gold, oversized loop earrings.
The she had spent the whole half hour in front of her mirror, right until 9:30. She had rubbed her tits to make her nipples erect and watched how prominent they became pressing against the blouse. She pulled a chair over to the mirror and placed one leg up on it and swiveled into different directions, picturing how naughty she would look to them this way and that.
The stairs to the second floor faced the front door so she timed it so that she could bounce down the stairs while Jimmy (and his friends) could check her out by looking in through the front door.
They rang the bell at around 9:33. "Be right down!" she yelled, "I'll just be a minute!" She walked to her girls' bedroom window, which was right over the front porch, to eavesdrop.
"O.K. Mrs. Steele!" she heard Jimmy's voice. Then she heard him go back to what he thought was private chatting with his friends. "Wait till you check out Mrs. Steele," he said, lewdly. "You won't believe the tits she has. They're SO BIG." "I think I've seen her at the pool. Doesn't mind showing off," another voice said. Jimmy said: "Would I love to do her." "Did she really kiss you yesterday?" a third voice asked. "Yeah. I need lessons!" Jimmy laughed. "Was she a good teacher?" "Fantastic. You guys interested?"
This talk made her shaky. She walked out to the hallway. Taking a deep breath she went to the head of the stairs. "Hi Jimmy!" she called, looking down through the front door screen at three sets of muscular boyish legs. They turned and stopped talking, and stared at her.
She practically skipped down the stairs, careful to put more bounce into her steps. The teenage wolves made no pretense of looking at her face as she smiled at them. They zeroed in on the large jiggling masses of titflesh that were so deliciously outlined and revealed through the fabric of her blouse and in the two inch wide gap where the top third of the blouse was thankfully allowed to remain unbuttoned. One of her long, smooth legs, so nicely sculpted and packaged lovingly in a long stocking with a French hem, peeked through the slit that stretched up to mid-thigh. The tightness of the skirt around her hips and buttocks, given the thin material, made the fabric look painted on. It had taken her more than a few minutes to squeeze into the skirt.
She called to them from the bottom step, leaning provocatively against the banister. "Come on in! Hi Jimmy! And you are?------" She beamed at the two new faces, stepped down to the vestibule to meet them and put one arm around Jimmy, pressing her chest against his elbow. He sneaked a stare down her blouse and shuddered.
"This is Jeremy and this is Luke," he said, pointing to two tall, husky young men, one with short blonde hair and the other with head shaved around the sides and with thick dark brown hair on the top. Jeremy was a senior, Jimmy told her, and Luke a junior. Then Jimmy put his arm around Julie, looking down at her smiling, and saying: "Guys, don't you think Mrs. Steele is an incredibly sexy woman?"
"Yes sir!" Jeremy said, shaking her hand. He kept shaking it, then leaned forward and kissed it gently.
Luke did the same. "This is a pleasure, ma'am!" he said, in the tone of a baronial gentleman. They surrounded her and they all were a foot taller than her.
"Well, aren't you boys the young Casanovas!" she laughed. She could get used to all this attention, she thought. Now I have three Jimmies to play with. This is going to be a blast!
Jimmy put his right hand around her neck and pulled her so that she was facing him, and before she knew it, he was planting one hell of a wet kiss on her mouth. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, but his grip was firm, and she felt his mouth open and his tongue darting over her lips. She felt his left hand on her waist.
"Jimmy, what are you doing?" she laughed nervously, finally extricating herself. She felt like passing out, her legs we looked at his friends and said "Has he gone crazy?" she smiled, blushing, and moving away from Jimmy slightly. "I think you guys are going to have to protect me!" she said, batting her eyes at Luke, then Jeremy.
Jimmy said: "Just trying to practice what you showed me, - - Miss Vicki."
She looked back at him. "Miss Vicki, huh? I like that! Miss Vicki."
"Miss Vicki," Jimmy said. "I think Luke and Jeremy need some guidance on their dating too."
Her eyes widened. "Huh?" was all she could say.
Luke spoke: "I need to learn the number two kiss." His dick was getting hard. Jeremy was also aroused and chimed in: "Yeah we need to learn the number two."
"The number two kiss," Vicki repeated, frowning. Blood was rushing to her face and her need to show off and tease was now conflicting with the anxiety of losing control of the situation.
She felt Jimmy's arm around her waist, and Luke and Jeremy began to crowd her, Luke putting his arm around her shoulder. Jimmy spoke softly: "They really want to learn to do the second kiss you showed me yesterday. Just to learn more about doing the right thing on dates. Luke and Jeremy are as ignorant about girls as I am. And I can tell they're going to be big fans of yours, Mrs. Steele. We're going to be your biggest fans, even more than your husband."
She wanted to run away but they had her surrounded. Luke pulled her into his chest and kissed her with a hungry open mouth. "Please, don't do that," she said, moving her head away from him while feeling his erect cock against her body. She turned to the left and Jeremy was now kissing her, his hand on her neck. Now Jimmy was to her right, rubbing her back, dick at full attention. Luke was directly in front of her, looking at how her excited breathing made her breasts heave, and Jeremy was kissing her and caressing her hair. Her heart was pounding and she pushed them away as best she could.
"Please!" she yelled, then laughed nervously. She was panting and she looked at them staring at her, their eyes full of desire. Nobody said anything. She calmed down. "You should not have done that," she said. "I think you better leave."
Jimmy spoke as they walked toward the door: "Sorry Mrs Steele. We just kind of lost our heads. We still think you're number one." "Yeah, sorry." Jeremy and Luke agreed.
Then instinct took over. We'll do this my way, she thought.
"Wait." She said. "I can teach you a lot about how to be with girls." She stood at the foot of the stairs. "Stay. Let's go in the living room." Her tone was more confident, even a little aggressive.
They turned toward her, uncertain about what was happening.
Jimmy looked at her apologetically and spoke softly: "Are you sure? I thought you wanted us to go..."
She swayed over to him. She put her hands on his face and said: "The first lesson today is that sometimes a girl means 'yes' when she says 'no'. The second lesson is that you guys can stay but you must let me be the boss. I'm in charge. OK?"
Their moods perked up: "Sure!" "OK!" "Whatever you say, Mrs. Steele!"
"Go in to the living room and sit on the couch, and two of you will have to leave room for me in the middle," she said.
Luke and Jeremy stared at each other wide-eyed. Jimmy lingered, regarding her, as his friends walked slowly into the living room and sat down, Luke on the right, leaving a little room between them. Julie pulled Jimmy toward her and kissed him hungrily. Then she turned to start upstairs, their eyes on her sexy behind.
"Watch my ass while I walk upstairs and tell me if I'm wearing anything underneath it," she purred. She walked up to the head of the stairs, her buttocks swaying enticingly. The effect of her lewd way of talking, and this still another show, was hypnotic.
"Well?" she said, leaning forward facing them, her tits bursting out of her blouse. "And can you guess if I'm wearing a bra?" They were so absorbed in her body they couldn't answer. She bounced downstairs and laughed: "Hello? Anyone home?" Luke said: "I think you have panties on." Jeremy just muttered unintelligibly. Jimmy followed her into the living room and she pushed him playfully onto the couch. There was a space between him and Jeremy; each boy wanted her to be next to him. Jimmy gave the most creative response: "We can't be sure what you're wearing underneath from the stairs."
She stood in the middle of the living room and ran her hands through her hair seductively. She walked over to Luke, turned around, and leaned over slightly, and looked back at him. "What do you think, honey? Am I wearing anything underneath? Closer?" She took a step back, feeling her leg touch his. She put her hands on her butt and squeezed it. It was inches from him, and he was leaning forward, his cock rigid with desire. His mouth was so dry he couldn't vocalize.
She giggled and moved over to Jeremy. "How about you sonny? Is there anything between this skirt and my naked ass?" She wiggled and then balanced one knee on a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Then she buried her hand in her ass crack through the fabric of her skirt, as deep as she could. "Could I do this with underpants on?"
Jeremy sat forward, inches from her inviting rump. He was feverish with lust for this housewife. "Can I try that?" he said boldly.
She looked back at him, then knelt on the couch in the space between Luke and Jeremy. She was facing the picture window and her hips were bumping into their arms. "Sure," she whispered. Jeremy's shaking hand timidly touched her, then pushed into her ass crack, and then his fingertips explored the wonderful crevice between her ass cheeks. His touch felt so good to her.
"I guess you don't" he said hoarsely. Now his hand was roaming all over her ass. She rose suddenly from the couch.
"We have one more contestant," she said in the tone of a quiz show emcee. "Young Jimmy Bolinger, my pupil." She stood before him and turned around, leaning forward slightly so that her wonderful derriere swayed before him. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and began pulling it up. Very slowly.
He was overwhelmed with desire. He couldn't take his eyes off the leggy mother's emerging flesh, her shapely legs dressed up so nice in the French hose, inch by inch of it opening to him.
She giggled, on fire with the thrill of driving these young men to the breaking point. "Come on, Jimmy, help me out. Can you guess? It's almost show time!" He put his left hand on her ass and pressed into her ass crack. She stepped up the rhythm of her ass shaking.
"I'd say no! I mean yes! No!" he laughed. Luke and Jeremy laughed, releasing for a second the tension of the situation. But the release was fleeting.
She stepped away from him and walked around the living room, their eyes riveted to her. She strutted like she was in a strip bar. She started to unzip her skirt to loosen it at the top. "The trouble with these tight skirts," she complained, "is that --- " then she turned her back to them again, and pulled her the hem as high as she could, showing about two thirds of the most tantalizing woman ass they had ever seen or dreamed of seeing.
"So whenever you're out with a girl whose ass is so easy to see through her shorts, or whatever," Julie lectured them, "she's got nothing on. And if she can stick her dress up into her ass crack like I did, and you did, darling," she winked at Jeremy, " you know she's not wearing 'em." "Me too," Jimmy said, "I did it too." She smiled at him.
She walked slowly toward Luke. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," he answered, his eyes like saucers. He and the others could say nothing; they were watching her and feeling her as if they were in each in trance.
"Am I wearing a bra?" she said, pulling her skirt up and straddling his lap so that her chest was inches from his face. She shook herself gently, just enough to drive him crazy.
He stared at the cleavage. "I don't think so."
She pushed her tits into his face, then grabbed their outsides with her hands and smashed them into his cheeks.
"Why do you say that?" Her voice was relentlessly teasing. He tried to talk but his buried mouth just muttered through her blouse. "Say what?" she laughed.
"Maybe your friend can tell me," she whispered, and she stood up, then climbed between them, one of her fabulous legs nestling between Jeremy's legs and the other between Luke's. This had the effect of pushing her dress halfway up over her ass. She reached behind Jeremy's head and pulled him by the neck into her chest. He grabbed one of her big tits as she ground the other into his face.
"If you can see all of the space between a girl's tits when her blouse is open like this," she instructed soberly, but breathing excitedly at the touch of him, "she's not wearing a bra. And if she's got real big tits like I do, " she said coolly, "they'll be hard to miss." She moaned, "Oh my, Jimmy, I get the feeling your friends like my big tits." Then she said, her hips starting to grind against Jeremy's erection, "The next thing is that you can't hurry a girl along......Jimmy, I think your friends want to unbutton my blouse and feel them. Luke, why don't you and Jeremy undo me." She reached over to Jimmy's right leg and pulled him toward her. "Get behind me, Jimmy," she said, her words coming out more quickly. He stood up and got behind her, and she leaned back and opened her mouth to welcome his horny tongue.
The other boys frantically unbuttoned her blouse. "Jimmy, pull my blouse off," she whispered. She was becoming red hot and the boys were beside themselves with anticipation at the sight of her gorgeous, big fat breasts. Jimmy threw the blouse to the floor and stared, as his friends did, in lusty fascination at her chest. She reached behind her head and grabbed Jimmy with both hands, lifting her boobs up higher, and she wiggled them like a stripper. The sizable nipples danced. Her admirers could only mutter: "Wow" "My God" "Oh man...." She closed her eyes and felt a hungry mouth at each breast, first tentatively then more aggressively sucking, licking and kissing. Jimmy kissed her passionately and grabbed titflesh, kneading it and playing with her nipples. To these young bucks this was an incredible dream come true.
"That's right, boys," she said, after about ten minutes, now moaning. "Really get into it. When your date lets you, spend a lot of time on her breasts....Jimmy, why don't you play with my ass while they suck my big tits? I would really love that....kneel down and lick my ass while you squeeze it....That's right....girls love this too....oh yeah, lick my ass crack."
Julie was rubbing the other two boys' cocks that were bulging desperately in their slacks. "Get your dicks out," she panted. Jeremy immediately, insanely, popped open his jeans, practically breaking the zipper. She gasped as he lifted his ass and pulled down his jockey shorts. Standing proudly, beckoning wickedly, was his purple, magnificently veined, quivering tool. It was the first she had laid eyes on, outside of her husband's, since college. She instinctively reached out to it and thrilled at the feeling of this rock hard manflesh on her palm. He lay back on the couch and exhaled with the wonderful feeling of her red-tipped fingers sliding up and down the pulsing shaft. Her other hand reached for Luke's stiff rod, a long, thinner dick than Jeremy's, with oversized balls hanging lazily from the turgid meat-stem.
The sensation of jacking off these two high schoolers in her living room, with a cool breeze refreshing their now perspiring skin, was making Julie so wet and hot she was going mad - it was so forbidden and so erotic. Her pussy was soaking wet. The boys stared in awe at her as she tossed her head back, let it toss to the side. Her full, round breasts sat like melons on her chest. Her moist blonde hair was sticking to her brow and blocking half her face, her tongue running over her upper lip, and she shuddered as Jimmy's sinful hand found her cunt. He tickled it with his fingers, then played with her asshole. She was bending over now more to welcome his exploring hand and tongue, and felt a burning itch in her vagina - and deep in her rectum. She didn't know how far she could take this before they filled her with all that horny boy cock.
No one had spoken for some time. Then she collected herself a little and stood up, telling them to pull their clothes off. She gloried in their glazed stares at her as she stood, sopping with perspiration, fingering her clit feverishly in front of them. She turned her back to them and brought a chair from across the room next to her and stretched a leg on to it so that she could take her hands and spread her asshole and pussy open. Then she told them to sit on the couch and watch her. She pulled on one juicy ass cheek with one hand and fingered her clit, looking back at them.
She went to Jimmy, sitting in the middle of the three, his dick so stiff that it was locked against his stomach, its head deep purple. "If you have a great date with your girlfriend," she murmured, straddling his lap and rubbing her huge tits into his face, "maybe she'll let you fuck her. Make sure you suck her nipples while you fuck her, Jimmy. Want to practice on my big tits, sweetheart?" He mumbled through her tit flesh and she guided him inside her, her body so wet and their lust so intense that she slammed down on him, his young cock instantly buried to his scrotum in her wonderfully underused, tight twat.
The other two boys watched trancelike as Julie and Jimmy fucked deliriously on her living room couch. Her ass slapped with a smacking sound against his thighs, and he moaned as he kissed her neck and her chin. Within minutes his stroking accelerated, his moans becoming yells and Julie whimpered "Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me!". Her words sent him over the edge and he came inside her with great thrusts, hot jizz blasting against her womb. "Yeah, fill me," she said.
Julie licked his forehead and moved slowly off his lap. She knelt before him and took his still turgid rod in her mouth, licking it hungrily, milking the pisshole for all the cum she could get. Then she looked up at him. "You gotta fuck me again." She said. He nodded, panting, his matted hair covering his face.
She looked at Luke. "Lie on the couch. Jeremy's going to get up and stand next to us while I sit on your hard cock and you fuck me." Luke was almost ready to shoot his wad, and he stretched out on the couch, Jeremy standing next to Julie. She looked down at their erect boymeat, then put one leg on the couch, resting against Luke's body. His hand went to her wet thigh and he began fingering her still very hungry pussy.
Julie had his hands on both cocks and savored the long, hot tubeflesh, their wonderful purple, blood engorged shafts, the young, vital veins bulging at their surfaces, and the shiny heads aching to shoot cum. She unconsciously began shaking her hips and jiggling her large breasts. "Oh dear," she laughed, "what am I going to do with all this cock?"
Then she slowly mounted the boy on the couch and descended over Luke's mid section, his hands kneading her thighs, and her eyes closed when his dick rubbed against her labia. She took it rubbed it against her clit for a moment, staring glassy-eyed at his teenage eyes and the sweat poring down to his chest and his muscular arms.
"Jimmy, I really like your friends." She looked at him leaning against the couch. "Bet you guys aren't doing this with your little girlfriends," she said, throwing her head back. "But if you get past the kissing stage, sometimes its nice to rub your cock against your girl friend's clitoris," she gasped. Her other hand found Jeremy's stiff dick, standing straight out. She caressed his achingly full nuts with her fingers. "How does that feel, darling? Do you like the way I'm jacking off your cock?"
"Oh yeah," Jeremy moaned, moving towards her. She leaned in the direction of his crotch and she inserted Luke inside her at the same time. The sensation of that hard flesh plunging upward into her cunt made her yell. Soon she was licking and kissing Jeremy's cock and bouncing up and down slowly on his friend's fat penis. Jeremy grabbed his schlong and presented it to her tongue, rubbing it against her lips. Jimmy sat on the floor, mesmerized, his young genitalia quickly reviving.
Then she stood up and turned around, sitting back down on Luke's meat and guiding into her welcome vagina. The boys lustily admired her sexy, plump ass. It was so wonderfully curved and inviting. It gyrated rhythmically as she fucked Luke hard, wanting him to give it to her longer than Jimmy. Jeremy's hands roamed over her back and her buttocks, tickling her ass crack, then spreading the cheeks as they slammed up and down on Luke. He rubbed his cock along her body. She groaned and braced herself against the arm of the couch, leaning away from Luke, her large breasts jiggling heavily, her nipples like rocks. Jimmy stood in front of her at the end of the couch and played with her tits, pulling them away from each other and letting them fall against each other with a slap. He squeezed her nipples and kissed her with messy kisses. Not to leave Jeremy out she said to him hoarsely: "I want to suck your cock. Give my your fucking cock!" He rubbed his long slender dick all over her and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Jimmy's hands joined Luke's on her lucious ass. As the other boy's dick pressed into her brow and her cheeks she turned to Jimmy and said: "Stick your fingers in my ass." When he hesitated, she turned to face Jeremy's hot cock and said: "Please! Finger fuck my asshole Jimmy."
He placed his left index finger at the opening of her anus, then slowly worked it inside her. He marveled at the tightness of her sphincter muscle. She responded by taking a huge breath, then not breathing, and then crying "oh FUCK!" as he began fucking her hungry asshole with his finger. She gobbled Jeremy's dick voraciously, pulling him forcefully so that he braced one leg on the armrest of the couch. She kept pulling on his ass until his balls were within licking distance. The housewife ran her tongue all over his cum-filled nuts and jacked his dick. She slid her fingers rapidly, then rubbed him all over her sweat-drenched face. This drove her to her first orgasm, and her body shuddered so that Luke almost came.
Her intense sexual delight added to theirs. It overwhelmed Jimmy and Jeremy. Jeremy suddenly moaned and shot several strings of boyish semen onto Julie's hair, face and tits. The tail end of his generous blast of cum ran down onto her hand and as she continued to whack him off the cum made a wicked smacking sound on her fingers. She hungrily sucked the cum off his finger, and gloried in the feel of the jizz strings hanging from her.
Jimmy's climax was right behind Jeremy, and when he began crying out with pleasure she turned to face his cock. She had no free hand to grab his meat, and in a frenzy of lust Jimmy stroked himself, one knee on the couch, his eyes almost closed. She stared trancelike at his pisshole, cum dangling from her chin and blocking her left eye. Julie was eager to see and feel his cum.
He did not disappoint. His cock exploded with hot juices that seemed to spray everywhere. The suburban mom closed her eyes and bathed in it. He whimpered loudly: "Oh shit!" over and over and looked down to see her shaking with excitement as Luke kept hammering her pussy. Gobs of Jimmy's cum were on her shoulder and arm and neck. His cum was running down her body and dripping onto the ****** couch.
Rocking him harder, Julie looked around at Luke. "I just love dick," she said softly. "And I just love the way you keep fucking me. Let me turn around. I want you to see this jizz all over me while you fuck my cunt."
She staggered off of him and stood up, unconsciously rubbing her clit and looking down at his cock as it faced the ceiling. Then she faced him and resumed fucking him, as hard as before. The other boys watched her take each sizable breast and lick the cum off. She exaggerated the reach of her tongue - she wanted them to watch her and fuck her again. She could not stop. The last two days had changed her into something incredible, and she was having so much fun as this new person.
"Jeremy, it's your turn to finger fuck my asshole. Jimmy, play with my tits while he does it."
Jimmy was still recovering. "But I can't rub my hands on all that stuff. It's gross."
"I'll lick it all off."
"There's a lot, Mrs. Steele."
Then it occurred to her. He could use her husband's towel from the upstairs bathroom. "Jimmy, go upstairs and take a left and then a right. On the hook on the back of the door is a big yellow towel. Bring that down and wipe all this cum off my face and tits."
A few minutes later he had lovingly wiped her off. She had him hang it up again. He was back in an instant, his right hand squeezing and pulling on her big tits. Jeremy was more aggressive than Jimmy, ramming in and out of her ass with two fingers, plunging them as deep as they would go. He loved the feeling of his fingers invading her body as she bounced up and down on his friend's cock.
She was crying out all the time now, and she hardly noticed the answering machine coming on. It was her husband Ron leaving a message, suggesting the ****** go away for a long weekend up north. His voice rattled on and on. Jimmy clumsily said: "Do you want to get that? I think it's your husband.." She turned to him and smiled, her body building to a second orgasm. "What?" she mumbled. "I think your husband is leaving a message on the answering machine." She licked her lips and threw her head back. "Rub my clit, baby." He reached down, trying carefully to avoid contact with Luke's cock, and rubbed the top of her crotch. He was too far above; she guided his hand to her clit.
It was so beautiful. One young man was in her cunt, another was spreading her asshole with his now three fingers, and Jimmy was learning the fine points of massaging her clitoris. "Oh GODDAMN!" she yelled, and she tightened herself around Luke and came violently. She took him with her, and his savage voice joined hers. He then gave up what felt like gallons of hot sperm, shooting hard inside her in several long awaited thrusts deep inside her lucious pussy. Then she pushed her ass up in the air towards Jeremy and yelled: "Don't stop! Don't stop!" He kept on finger fucking her squirming butt and her tits, dangling over Luke's head, bounced wildly, the nipples sticking out at him like cow teats. This went on another five minutes, and she amazed herself at the pleasure she took from Jeremy's slamming fingers.
Finally, their bodies spent, the four sat quietly in the living room. Julie had never before experienced such intense sexual pleasure. She was quite sore from all this young cock, and particularly appreciated Luke's staying power. She turned to Jimmy. "Mr. Bolinger," she said, "I assume you can keep this experience to yourself." Jimmy quickly responded: "Oh sure, no problem."
She turned to Jeremy. "Mr. uh --------". "Szabo," he said, smiling, looking upon her as his lover for life. "Mr. Szabo," she said, "that goes for you too." "I know. Of course."
"Mr. Endurance," she smiled at Luke. He made a muscle with his arm and raised his eyebrows, then grinned: "No autographs please." "Mr. uh ------," she continued. "Oh sorry. Millstone."
"Millstone?" she repeated. "What's your ***'s first name"
"Jonathan."
"Were does he work?"
"He's at Hastings Worldwide. Do you know him?"
"No." she said. Inwardly, her heart skipped a beat. Jonathan Millstone at her husband's company. This man was Ron's boss. And always quick to flirt with her, often right in front of Ron. This was going to be interesting. What if Luke tells his father she had gotten a good fucking from him?
"Luke, what happened here is a secret. You got that?" "Sure," he said.
They showered and got dressed and actually did some lawn work. She brought them juice and they went about the gardening. They were dying to fuck her afterwards - but not as much as she was itching to fuck them. She changed into a long T shirt and nothing else and posed for them in the kitchen, then made each of them eat her pussy for the longest time, before they once again stuffed her with their young rods. Once again Luke wonderfully lasted the longest, but she craved each of them. It was a spectacular day for this very sexy and voluptuous housewife.
It was odd that Ron should betray Julie Steele. She was a 32-year old that turned a lot of heads. Deep brown eyes and blonde hair, not natural, but it lit up her looks. She was like a Cheryl Ladd but bigger, big juicy lips and wonderfully smooth skin that tanned so effortlessly with the first sign of summer. Medium in height, Julie had style. She was vivacious, she had gained a little with the marriage mostly in the ass and in her large chest. Because the pounds were not showing in the waistline (the health club helped), and her legs were still graceful and shapely, this distribution of weight gave her a spectacularly sexy shape.
She was hard to miss in public, and had to admit to herself that she grooved on the stares she got at the municipal pool. Julie took her ********* there frequently for summer swims and took to hiding behind sunglasses so that she could enjoy the male stares at her tits. Younger guys would come over with lame pretenses to start a conversation and she got a kick out of leaning over when they were near, sensing they were boring holes with their eyes into her large cleavage.
Before she had gotten married showing off was a huge impulse. In college she had gone on a four-year binge of making out with guys in front of other people. Several times in those years she had explored making out with more than one guy at once. The incredible feeling she got from being sexy in front of others, especially men, also frightened her and she put it away when she married Ron.
Now he had two-timed her. She had thought, well, if Ron's out humping that bimbo, I should get some too. But she simply could not bring herself to do it. She was sexually frustrated, to say the least, but consigned to fantasies, and these did became more lucid as she began to get herself off with her finger in her crotch.
Late this afternoon she was now answering the door and 17-year old Jimmy, a boy who had mowed their lawn last summer, asked if he could do yard work for her. He had grown! He was taller, his voice had dropped a few octaves, he obviously had been working out, and his thick sandy hair and pretty blue eyes made her smile.
"Jimmy Bolinger!" she laughed. "You're growing up! Wow!" She opened the screen door and asked him into the vestibule.
She was wearing a white blouse over a low cut top that showed off her generous cleavage, and snug khaki shorts. Jimmy had a secret crush on her last summer and she was bowling him over now, all over again, her big grin making him bashful but igniting his affection for her. She thought it was cute that he was too shy to look her in the eye without blushing.
"Do you think I could work for you again this summer? Mowing the lawn, weeding the garden?" He was looking at her tits and her nicely tanned legs, whenever he could get away with it. She could feel his eyes magnetically attracted to her feminine charms.
"Sure!" she said, looking up at him cheerfully. "It would be so nice to have a handsome young man around the house. Do you want to start today? Come in. Sit down! What can I get you?"
She took his trembling hand and led him into the living room to a couch where they sat next to each other. "Hey, you're shaking!" she giggled. "Are you allright?" She sat at an angle, half facing him, one leg bent under the other. Sensing he was eyeing her and found her attractive, she reached around and oh so slowly took off her blouse, giving him a much better view of her breasts, her well tanned arms, and her freckled shoulders. She did something she usually didn't do: she looked down at his crotch and noticed a bulge in his jeans. It made her feel sexy to know that she was making this happen.
"I'm OK." He said, his voice breaking. "Let me get you some water, honey," she said softly, and as she walked into the kitchen she made a point of shaking her ass, then turning when she was almost there, "Ice or no ice?" she smiled, catching him staring bug-eyed at her lucious rear.
"Ice is good," he said, looking guilty like he had just gotten caught in the act.
"Actually," he said, as he sipped from the glass, "I can't come today but I can start tomorrow. Is 9:30 OK?" She loved his new deep voice and his youthful effort at politeness.
"That's great, Jimmy!" she said. "We have the same lawn mower. And you have the same curly hair...." She ran her fingers through his hair quickly. She laughed as he put down the water and got up to leave. "Will you - oh never mind," he said, putting his hand on the door.
"What?" she said, holding the door open. "Never mind.." he laughed nervously.
Something pushed her to pursue it. "What?" she tossed her head and raised her eyebrows, squinting up at him and grinning.
"Could you - uh - dress like that tomorrow too?" He said, gazing at her tits.
She laughed, "Sure I will! Will that inspire you to do a good job?" She put her hands on her hips and shook them a little.
"See you then Mrs. Steele." He said, practically falling on his face as he walked backwards down the sidewalk.
She stared at him and grinned. That's a fun guy to flirt with, she thought! If he appreciates my bod I ought to make his time here tomorrow special. I'm going to turn him inside out.
As he left he could barely walk home straight. He was in love! Last week Jimmy had seen her husband necking with another woman out at the forest preserve; Mr. Steele did not think anyone had seen it. This got Jimmy thinking, in an adolescent fantasy that lost proportions quickly: if Mrs. Steele knows about this, she either is pissed at her husband and may want another guy, or doesn't give a shit and may want another guy. Like Jimmy.
Things were superficially friendly in the morning between Julie and Ron. They were sort of talking to each other but this was one of those mornings she couldn't look at him and she kept deferring the confrontation. He left with a peck on the cheek that she didn't want and she filled the pool so that her two girls, Marielle and Annie, 9 and 7, could cool off after they came back from their morning at day camp. Then she made a point, watching the clock, to dress in a yellow bikini and pulled over on top of her generous chest a tight T-shirt that may as well have said "Much more than a handful!" on it. She slipped brown sandals over her feet, sexy nail polish adorning her toenails, and went to the door to let her young admirer get out the lawnmower.
"Good morning, employee!" she smiled broadly, strolling toward him. "I know that you asked me to wear what I wore yesterday but is this OK instead?" she giggled, posing for him. It was fun watching him stare at her, speechless, still a young guy but obviously very into girls.
They walked into the garage and his pulse went up when she, standing close in front of him, bent over to find the gas can for the mower. "It's here somewhere," she said softly. She wanted to tease him to death, and made her voice as sexy as her looks, but without it sounding too contrived. As she stayed bent down to poke around for the can that she knew full well was on the other side of the garage, he stared in fascination at her delicious ass, only covered around its crack. Its lovable cheeks seemed to beckon to his stiffening prick. She consciously wiggled it this way and that, and leaned forward to pose so that her butt thrust out toward him. Then she hiked one leg up on a step ladder, then the other, leaning over the top, and wondering how far she could go with this show.
She looked back at him, catching him again with his eyes on her ass. "We do actually have gas! Almost done! I'll find it!" she laughed. "Take your time," he said, his dick cramping painfully in his trousers. She knelt on an old chair and poked around junk on a shelf with garden tools and barbecue lighting fluid. He continued feasting his eyes on her and walked within an inch of her thigh, his erection so close to rubbing against her. He wanted her to reach around and take his cock in her hand.
"Why don't you look along the lower shelves, Jimmy," she said softly, "I have to take this top off, it's getting humid". Julie moved with her back to him and slowly removed her T-shirt. He held his breath as her big tits came into view. As he knelt down to look around she playfully threw her T-shirt at him. Then, as she stood to his right, rummaging through storage at eye level, Julie positioned herself so that her thigh was practically resting against his shoulder. Then she turned so that she was facing at a right angle to him and she leaned to move her wiggling buttocks toward him, and heating up with eagerness to torture him she kept backing up until she felt her ass bump into him. I hope that was his face!, she thought.
"Oops!" she turned, but did not move away from him. "Did I just back my fat rump into you? Sorry!" She noticed that he didn't move away from her either. "No problem, Mrs. Steele," he said, laughing. ".......any time."
She took this show as far as she could, "discovering" the gas and posing even when she walked the mower out to the back patio. As he knelt down checking the oil in the mower, she stood over him with the fuel can, leaning down unnecessarily. She wiped grass clippings off the sides of the mower with a rag, and twisted the tank cap off, her big tits hanging heavily within inches of his head. She insisted on filling the mower with gas, and she looked at him warmly as she poured the fuel very slowly. By the time he had the mower up and running he was on sexual pins and needles.
He couldn't stop thinking about her as he cut the grass. He kept looking for her to come out onto the Steele home's deck but she never showed. Meanwhile she stood in the kitchen the whole time, watching him make mistakes as he mowed because he incessantly glanced toward the house. She pictured his cock and dreamed of how long and thick it was when she stimulated him with her posing. When Jimmy finished with the lawn he knocked on the back door, off the deck. He wasn't thirsty, but said to Julie: "Mrs. Steele, is it possible to have something to drink?"
She let him into the kitchen, and had him sit at the small kitchen table. Her spectacular knockers bounced wonderfully within the string bikini top. It concealed her large nipples, but nothing else. How enjoyable it was to drive this adoring young man out of his mind! She noticed that the more she played this hand the more exciting it was to arouse him. I could do this all the time, she thought.
Playing with fire further, she grinned, out of the blue, "So are you dating some lucky girl at school?" She stood, leaning against the counter near the sink, a few feet from him, placing one elbow behind her to rest on a shelf, and the other stretching back on the counter. The effect of this on her chest, which he had not stopped staring at since he asked for the drink, was to make his already hard cock actually hurt from its confinement in his shorts. He was so happy that she had brought this up because it was just the topic he wanted to use to get closer to this very sexy housewife. He had spent many nights thinking up a way to act on the boyish lustful feelings that he had for her, and something had told him yesterday that she liked him lusting after her.
"Yeah, a senior, actually," he said. "I may be out of my league."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, she's older and more mature. We've just started to go out and I - I don't know - I wish there were a dating class I could take. I just don't know how to handle myself."
"Are you shy?" she said, walking toward him. "You sure know how to flatter, young man, like you did with me yesterday." She sat down in the chair at the table next to him and laughed, staring at him intently, running her fingers through her hair slowly.
He was looking away from her. Her looks were scaring him. But he was so hot for her. "I think I need a kissing teacher. Someone who could teach me how to kiss girls so that I know what to do with her." He jerked his stare from the floor to her face.
There was a pause. She coughed self-consciously. He seemed to be hinting that they kiss and this was not what she had in mind. "You don't need someone to show you how to do that!" she said reassuringly.
"I don't think guys know how to treat girls right," he protested, sitting back in the chair. "Let me ask you, Mrs. Steele, " he made an excessive gesture toward her with his hand, "when you were dating Mr. Steele didn't you appreciate it when he took his time on dates with you? I don't mean to be personal. I mean, don't you agree I should do it right on the first few dates?"
Julie was nervous. He's getting into a tough area here, she thought. She rested her head on her hand, arm bent on the table, and looked at him. "Yes, a boy should be gentle with a girl. When you take her out you should kiss her, but you have to be careful not to overdo it." Then, instinctively, she added: "But you should give her a nice warm kiss if the two of you are hitting it off. A light kiss can be as bad as a gross one," she started laughing. Then he laughed too. They laughed in a silly way, sort of to relieve some tension they were sharing.
"Could you teach me?" he said, stopping his laughter. "Could you show me the difference? I bet you have some experience."
This WAS making her uncomfortable. Here was a 17-year-old guy, well built and handsome, but a neighbor boy, asking her to show him how to kiss? What balls! Yet it stirred her in a way she did not anticipate. There was danger here. She felt she was losing control of the dialogue.
"So you think I have experience? Like I have been around the track many times? Why don't you ask your mom to show you?" she said acidly, pouting.
"No, no, Mrs. Steele!" he jumped in. "I mean you have more experience than I do! Oh god, don't get mad!" She turned to him, holding her head back. He leaned toward her, lowering his voice significantly: "I think you're the most beautiful woman there is....and I couldn't practice date kissing with my own mom. That would be kinda weird."
They said nothing for a moment. Then she rose and stood in front of him, holding out her hand toward him, gold bracelets dancing on her wrist. "Let me show you how to kiss her," Julie said softly, knowing this was strange and reckless - but not caring. She was in the mood for danger - danger she could keep reins on.
His eyes widened and he stood, his dick twice as hard as it was when he walked in and sat down. She took a little longer to notice it, and her heart skipped a beat when she glanced at the wet spot his arousal was displaying on his shorts.
They stood facing each other and she said, in an instructional tone of voice, making sure to keep her voice level up: "When you kiss her good night put your hands on her arms. Go ahead." She felt his long, smooth hands on her arms and it made her tingle. She looked down at them for a moment and then looked up at his face. "If you sense the evening went OK but you don't get a lot of good vibes you kiss her on the lips, softly and quickly. Go ahead and try it."
He pulled her close to him and he placed his lips on hers. "Is this OK?" he whispered, still holding her and moving his lips away from her mouth only enough to allow him to speak. Feeling her skin and the effect of her big tits touching his chest was making him slightly insane. Her cologne, the look and smell of her golden hair so close to him, these were marvelous things that he had only dreamed of being this near to.
She loved his touch but was afraid of where this was going. "That's fine," she said loudly, and pushed away.
"What if it goes well that night?" he asked, his voice quaking. He moved toward her, backing her into the counter. He began rubbing his hands on her arms, staring into her eyes.
She said: "OK, I'll show you the second kiss and then you better go." She found herself gasping when he pulled her mouth toward him, and suddenly his tongue was pressing against her parting lips. He grabbed her shoulder blades and mashed her breasts against him. She gasped as their open mouths met, and she felt his tongue hesitantly dart around inside her.
"Enough, Jimmy," she laughed. "Now you know." She was breathing hard, and walked across the kitchen to a neutral corner. She handed him the money for the lawn. "Good luck with your new romance, I think you will give her goosebumps" she said, blushing, reacting to this youngster in a way that was quite torrid. "Thank you for showing me." He said. "I'll let you know how my date goes tonight." "You're welcome, Jimmy," she smiled, her head a little buzzed from the experience. "You need your garden weeded," he said, staring earnestly at her. "Can I bring my buddies Jeremy and Luke? We work together on lawn jobs and could do it a lot faster and we'll only charge twenty bucks."
"I'll think about it," she said. Then: "Sure. Why not."
He left and she crashed onto the couch in the living room. She sat and thought about the kisses and rubbed one of her massive breasts, pulling the bikini covering away from it and leaned her head back. She closed her eyes and placed her other hand between her legs, surprised at how wet she was there. She imagined herself posing in front of several Jimmies, rubbing herself and pushing her tits and her ass into their faces. She saw herself staring at their young hard cocks and licked her lips at this dream. She got to tease him, that's his thrill, and she had a new fantasy to replay in her mind for several weeks. She began to take off her bikini bottom.
"Mrs. Steele?" Suddenly a masculine voice broke through her drifting thoughts. Someone was the front door. She straightened herself up and found Jimmy standing on the porch. "Sorry!" he said, holding the envelope. "I think you gave me too much money for the lawn. You gave me forty dollars!"
Her eyes were glazed. "Apply it to what you do to me tomorrow," she said, then catching herself: "I mean what you do for me!", she laughed. He stared at her, then turned and muttered," Cool." As she leaned against the door frame for support and watched him walk away, he turned and said: "Dress nice tomorrow, OK?" "You got it!" she said. She could not take her eyes off his new muscles, the new growth of hair on his legs, and the young swagger.
He had been telling his friends all about her. As soon as he got home he called each of them. "You won't believe how she shows off her bod," he told them, "she talks and walks like a slut."
Julie felt a rush of energy after he left. I am going to indulge myself with this kid, she thought. Just a little flirting and teasing. Maybe his friends will appreciate her too. No more kissing lessons, though. Did he make that up? Was that a charade? It was innocent fun, right? But I have to keep this under control.
Her impulses were asserting themselves. She had arranged that evening with Caroline, a neighbor, to let her girls stay with them in the afternoon. She told her children she was going to a book club meeting. Ron was going out of town, probably not alone.
Next morning she became restless around 9. Jimmy and his friends were due in half an hour. He wanted her to "dress nice" so she had lain awake during the night thinking about what outfit to wear. She settled on a thin red blouse that she left unbuttoned for the three buttons at the top so that at least three inches of cleavage were on display. The blouse was tight on her, and she decided not to wear a bra so that her tits would jiggle and fall into the opening of her blouse when she bent over....she had planned to do this as often as possible. Her oversized nipples were hard to miss under the sheer material. She put on a tight, long brown, thin skirt that hugged her bare ass - and she decided to go without underpants. She smiled at how her rump cheeks were so prominent. Her voluptuous bottom swayed wickedly even when she wasn't trying and this morning it was going to have even more swing. The skirt had a slit that went all the way up the side, and she decided at the last mi to put on long, Frederick's of Hollywood stockings and high heels. She made up her face like she was going to a nightclub, and was liberal with the cologne. She took her time picking out the gold, oversized loop earrings.
The she had spent the whole half hour in front of her mirror, right until 9:30. She had rubbed her tits to make her nipples erect and watched how prominent they became pressing against the blouse. She pulled a chair over to the mirror and placed one leg up on it and swiveled into different directions, picturing how naughty she would look to them this way and that.
The stairs to the second floor faced the front door so she timed it so that she could bounce down the stairs while Jimmy (and his friends) could check her out by looking in through the front door.
They rang the bell at around 9:33. "Be right down!" she yelled, "I'll just be a minute!" She walked to her girls' bedroom window, which was right over the front porch, to eavesdrop.
"O.K. Mrs. Steele!" she heard Jimmy's voice. Then she heard him go back to what he thought was private chatting with his friends. "Wait till you check out Mrs. Steele," he said, lewdly. "You won't believe the tits she has. They're SO BIG." "I think I've seen her at the pool. Doesn't mind showing off," another voice said. Jimmy said: "Would I love to do her." "Did she really kiss you yesterday?" a third voice asked. "Yeah. I need lessons!" Jimmy laughed. "Was she a good teacher?" "Fantastic. You guys interested?"
This talk made her shaky. She walked out to the hallway. Taking a deep breath she went to the head of the stairs. "Hi Jimmy!" she called, looking down through the front door screen at three sets of muscular boyish legs. They turned and stopped talking, and stared at her.
She practically skipped down the stairs, careful to put more bounce into her steps. The teenage wolves made no pretense of looking at her face as she smiled at them. They zeroed in on the large jiggling masses of titflesh that were so deliciously outlined and revealed through the fabric of her blouse and in the two inch wide gap where the top third of the blouse was thankfully allowed to remain unbuttoned. One of her long, smooth legs, so nicely sculpted and packaged lovingly in a long stocking with a French hem, peeked through the slit that stretched up to mid-thigh. The tightness of the skirt around her hips and buttocks, given the thin material, made the fabric look painted on. It had taken her more than a few minutes to squeeze into the skirt.
She called to them from the bottom step, leaning provocatively against the banister. "Come on in! Hi Jimmy! And you are?------" She beamed at the two new faces, stepped down to the vestibule to meet them and put one arm around Jimmy, pressing her chest against his elbow. He sneaked a stare down her blouse and shuddered.
"This is Jeremy and this is Luke," he said, pointing to two tall, husky young men, one with short blonde hair and the other with head shaved around the sides and with thick dark brown hair on the top. Jeremy was a senior, Jimmy told her, and Luke a junior. Then Jimmy put his arm around Julie, looking down at her smiling, and saying: "Guys, don't you think Mrs. Steele is an incredibly sexy woman?"
"Yes sir!" Jeremy said, shaking her hand. He kept shaking it, then leaned forward and kissed it gently.
Luke did the same. "This is a pleasure, ma'am!" he said, in the tone of a baronial gentleman. They surrounded her and they all were a foot taller than her.
"Well, aren't you boys the young Casanovas!" she laughed. She could get used to all this attention, she thought. Now I have three Jimmies to play with. This is going to be a blast!
Jimmy put his right hand around her neck and pulled her so that she was facing him, and before she knew it, he was planting one hell of a wet kiss on her mouth. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, but his grip was firm, and she felt his mouth open and his tongue darting over her lips. She felt his left hand on her waist.
"Jimmy, what are you doing?" she laughed nervously, finally extricating herself. She felt like passing out, her legs we looked at his friends and said "Has he gone crazy?" she smiled, blushing, and moving away from Jimmy slightly. "I think you guys are going to have to protect me!" she said, batting her eyes at Luke, then Jeremy.
Jimmy said: "Just trying to practice what you showed me, - - Miss Vicki."
She looked back at him. "Miss Vicki, huh? I like that! Miss Vicki."
"Miss Vicki," Jimmy said. "I think Luke and Jeremy need some guidance on their dating too."
Her eyes widened. "Huh?" was all she could say.
Luke spoke: "I need to learn the number two kiss." His dick was getting hard. Jeremy was also aroused and chimed in: "Yeah we need to learn the number two."
"The number two kiss," Vicki repeated, frowning. Blood was rushing to her face and her need to show off and tease was now conflicting with the anxiety of losing control of the situation.
She felt Jimmy's arm around her waist, and Luke and Jeremy began to crowd her, Luke putting his arm around her shoulder. Jimmy spoke softly: "They really want to learn to do the second kiss you showed me yesterday. Just to learn more about doing the right thing on dates. Luke and Jeremy are as ignorant about girls as I am. And I can tell they're going to be big fans of yours, Mrs. Steele. We're going to be your biggest fans, even more than your husband."
She wanted to run away but they had her surrounded. Luke pulled her into his chest and kissed her with a hungry open mouth. "Please, don't do that," she said, moving her head away from him while feeling his erect cock against her body. She turned to the left and Jeremy was now kissing her, his hand on her neck. Now Jimmy was to her right, rubbing her back, dick at full attention. Luke was directly in front of her, looking at how her excited breathing made her breasts heave, and Jeremy was kissing her and caressing her hair. Her heart was pounding and she pushed them away as best she could.
"Please!" she yelled, then laughed nervously. She was panting and she looked at them staring at her, their eyes full of desire. Nobody said anything. She calmed down. "You should not have done that," she said. "I think you better leave."
Jimmy spoke as they walked toward the door: "Sorry Mrs Steele. We just kind of lost our heads. We still think you're number one." "Yeah, sorry." Jeremy and Luke agreed.
Then instinct took over. We'll do this my way, she thought.
"Wait." She said. "I can teach you a lot about how to be with girls." She stood at the foot of the stairs. "Stay. Let's go in the living room." Her tone was more confident, even a little aggressive.
They turned toward her, uncertain about what was happening.
Jimmy looked at her apologetically and spoke softly: "Are you sure? I thought you wanted us to go..."
She swayed over to him. She put her hands on his face and said: "The first lesson today is that sometimes a girl means 'yes' when she says 'no'. The second lesson is that you guys can stay but you must let me be the boss. I'm in charge. OK?"
Their moods perked up: "Sure!" "OK!" "Whatever you say, Mrs. Steele!"
"Go in to the living room and sit on the couch, and two of you will have to leave room for me in the middle," she said.
Luke and Jeremy stared at each other wide-eyed. Jimmy lingered, regarding her, as his friends walked slowly into the living room and sat down, Luke on the right, leaving a little room between them. Julie pulled Jimmy toward her and kissed him hungrily. Then she turned to start upstairs, their eyes on her sexy behind.
"Watch my ass while I walk upstairs and tell me if I'm wearing anything underneath it," she purred. She walked up to the head of the stairs, her buttocks swaying enticingly. The effect of her lewd way of talking, and this still another show, was hypnotic.
"Well?" she said, leaning forward facing them, her tits bursting out of her blouse. "And can you guess if I'm wearing a bra?" They were so absorbed in her body they couldn't answer. She bounced downstairs and laughed: "Hello? Anyone home?" Luke said: "I think you have panties on." Jeremy just muttered unintelligibly. Jimmy followed her into the living room and she pushed him playfully onto the couch. There was a space between him and Jeremy; each boy wanted her to be next to him. Jimmy gave the most creative response: "We can't be sure what you're wearing underneath from the stairs."
She stood in the middle of the living room and ran her hands through her hair seductively. She walked over to Luke, turned around, and leaned over slightly, and looked back at him. "What do you think, honey? Am I wearing anything underneath? Closer?" She took a step back, feeling her leg touch his. She put her hands on her butt and squeezed it. It was inches from him, and he was leaning forward, his cock rigid with desire. His mouth was so dry he couldn't vocalize.
She giggled and moved over to Jeremy. "How about you sonny? Is there anything between this skirt and my naked ass?" She wiggled and then balanced one knee on a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Then she buried her hand in her ass crack through the fabric of her skirt, as deep as she could. "Could I do this with underpants on?"
Jeremy sat forward, inches from her inviting rump. He was feverish with lust for this housewife. "Can I try that?" he said boldly.
She looked back at him, then knelt on the couch in the space between Luke and Jeremy. She was facing the picture window and her hips were bumping into their arms. "Sure," she whispered. Jeremy's shaking hand timidly touched her, then pushed into her ass crack, and then his fingertips explored the wonderful crevice between her ass cheeks. His touch felt so good to her.
"I guess you don't" he said hoarsely. Now his hand was roaming all over her ass. She rose suddenly from the couch.
"We have one more contestant," she said in the tone of a quiz show emcee. "Young Jimmy Bolinger, my pupil." She stood before him and turned around, leaning forward slightly so that her wonderful derriere swayed before him. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and began pulling it up. Very slowly.
He was overwhelmed with desire. He couldn't take his eyes off the leggy mother's emerging flesh, her shapely legs dressed up so nice in the French hose, inch by inch of it opening to him.
She giggled, on fire with the thrill of driving these young men to the breaking point. "Come on, Jimmy, help me out. Can you guess? It's almost show time!" He put his left hand on her ass and pressed into her ass crack. She stepped up the rhythm of her ass shaking.
"I'd say no! I mean yes! No!" he laughed. Luke and Jeremy laughed, releasing for a second the tension of the situation. But the release was fleeting.
She stepped away from him and walked around the living room, their eyes riveted to her. She strutted like she was in a strip bar. She started to unzip her skirt to loosen it at the top. "The trouble with these tight skirts," she complained, "is that --- " then she turned her back to them again, and pulled her the hem as high as she could, showing about two thirds of the most tantalizing woman ass they had ever seen or dreamed of seeing.
"So whenever you're out with a girl whose ass is so easy to see through her shorts, or whatever," Julie lectured them, "she's got nothing on. And if she can stick her dress up into her ass crack like I did, and you did, darling," she winked at Jeremy, " you know she's not wearing 'em." "Me too," Jimmy said, "I did it too." She smiled at him.
She walked slowly toward Luke. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," he answered, his eyes like saucers. He and the others could say nothing; they were watching her and feeling her as if they were in each in trance.
"Am I wearing a bra?" she said, pulling her skirt up and straddling his lap so that her chest was inches from his face. She shook herself gently, just enough to drive him crazy.
He stared at the cleavage. "I don't think so."
She pushed her tits into his face, then grabbed their outsides with her hands and smashed them into his cheeks.
"Why do you say that?" Her voice was relentlessly teasing. He tried to talk but his buried mouth just muttered through her blouse. "Say what?" she laughed.
"Maybe your friend can tell me," she whispered, and she stood up, then climbed between them, one of her fabulous legs nestling between Jeremy's legs and the other between Luke's. This had the effect of pushing her dress halfway up over her ass. She reached behind Jeremy's head and pulled him by the neck into her chest. He grabbed one of her big tits as she ground the other into his face.
"If you can see all of the space between a girl's tits when her blouse is open like this," she instructed soberly, but breathing excitedly at the touch of him, "she's not wearing a bra. And if she's got real big tits like I do, " she said coolly, "they'll be hard to miss." She moaned, "Oh my, Jimmy, I get the feeling your friends like my big tits." Then she said, her hips starting to grind against Jeremy's erection, "The next thing is that you can't hurry a girl along......Jimmy, I think your friends want to unbutton my blouse and feel them. Luke, why don't you and Jeremy undo me." She reached over to Jimmy's right leg and pulled him toward her. "Get behind me, Jimmy," she said, her words coming out more quickly. He stood up and got behind her, and she leaned back and opened her mouth to welcome his horny tongue.
The other boys frantically unbuttoned her blouse. "Jimmy, pull my blouse off," she whispered. She was becoming red hot and the boys were beside themselves with anticipation at the sight of her gorgeous, big fat breasts. Jimmy threw the blouse to the floor and stared, as his friends did, in lusty fascination at her chest. She reached behind her head and grabbed Jimmy with both hands, lifting her boobs up higher, and she wiggled them like a stripper. The sizable nipples danced. Her admirers could only mutter: "Wow" "My God" "Oh man...." She closed her eyes and felt a hungry mouth at each breast, first tentatively then more aggressively sucking, licking and kissing. Jimmy kissed her passionately and grabbed titflesh, kneading it and playing with her nipples. To these young bucks this was an incredible dream come true.
"That's right, boys," she said, after about ten minutes, now moaning. "Really get into it. When your date lets you, spend a lot of time on her breasts....Jimmy, why don't you play with my ass while they suck my big tits? I would really love that....kneel down and lick my ass while you squeeze it....That's right....girls love this too....oh yeah, lick my ass crack."
Julie was rubbing the other two boys' cocks that were bulging desperately in their slacks. "Get your dicks out," she panted. Jeremy immediately, insanely, popped open his jeans, practically breaking the zipper. She gasped as he lifted his ass and pulled down his jockey shorts. Standing proudly, beckoning wickedly, was his purple, magnificently veined, quivering tool. It was the first she had laid eyes on, outside of her husband's, since college. She instinctively reached out to it and thrilled at the feeling of this rock hard manflesh on her palm. He lay back on the couch and exhaled with the wonderful feeling of her red-tipped fingers sliding up and down the pulsing shaft. Her other hand reached for Luke's stiff rod, a long, thinner dick than Jeremy's, with oversized balls hanging lazily from the turgid meat-stem.
The sensation of jacking off these two high schoolers in her living room, with a cool breeze refreshing their now perspiring skin, was making Julie so wet and hot she was going mad - it was so forbidden and so erotic. Her pussy was soaking wet. The boys stared in awe at her as she tossed her head back, let it toss to the side. Her full, round breasts sat like melons on her chest. Her moist blonde hair was sticking to her brow and blocking half her face, her tongue running over her upper lip, and she shuddered as Jimmy's sinful hand found her cunt. He tickled it with his fingers, then played with her asshole. She was bending over now more to welcome his exploring hand and tongue, and felt a burning itch in her vagina - and deep in her rectum. She didn't know how far she could take this before they filled her with all that horny boy cock.
No one had spoken for some time. Then she collected herself a little and stood up, telling them to pull their clothes off. She gloried in their glazed stares at her as she stood, sopping with perspiration, fingering her clit feverishly in front of them. She turned her back to them and brought a chair from across the room next to her and stretched a leg on to it so that she could take her hands and spread her asshole and pussy open. Then she told them to sit on the couch and watch her. She pulled on one juicy ass cheek with one hand and fingered her clit, looking back at them.
She went to Jimmy, sitting in the middle of the three, his dick so stiff that it was locked against his stomach, its head deep purple. "If you have a great date with your girlfriend," she murmured, straddling his lap and rubbing her huge tits into his face, "maybe she'll let you fuck her. Make sure you suck her nipples while you fuck her, Jimmy. Want to practice on my big tits, sweetheart?" He mumbled through her tit flesh and she guided him inside her, her body so wet and their lust so intense that she slammed down on him, his young cock instantly buried to his scrotum in her wonderfully underused, tight twat.
The other two boys watched trancelike as Julie and Jimmy fucked deliriously on her living room couch. Her ass slapped with a smacking sound against his thighs, and he moaned as he kissed her neck and her chin. Within minutes his stroking accelerated, his moans becoming yells and Julie whimpered "Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me!". Her words sent him over the edge and he came inside her with great thrusts, hot jizz blasting against her womb. "Yeah, fill me," she said.
Julie licked his forehead and moved slowly off his lap. She knelt before him and took his still turgid rod in her mouth, licking it hungrily, milking the pisshole for all the cum she could get. Then she looked up at him. "You gotta fuck me again." She said. He nodded, panting, his matted hair covering his face.
She looked at Luke. "Lie on the couch. Jeremy's going to get up and stand next to us while I sit on your hard cock and you fuck me." Luke was almost ready to shoot his wad, and he stretched out on the couch, Jeremy standing next to Julie. She looked down at their erect boymeat, then put one leg on the couch, resting against Luke's body. His hand went to her wet thigh and he began fingering her still very hungry pussy.
Julie had his hands on both cocks and savored the long, hot tubeflesh, their wonderful purple, blood engorged shafts, the young, vital veins bulging at their surfaces, and the shiny heads aching to shoot cum. She unconsciously began shaking her hips and jiggling her large breasts. "Oh dear," she laughed, "what am I going to do with all this cock?"
Then she slowly mounted the boy on the couch and descended over Luke's mid section, his hands kneading her thighs, and her eyes closed when his dick rubbed against her labia. She took it rubbed it against her clit for a moment, staring glassy-eyed at his teenage eyes and the sweat poring down to his chest and his muscular arms.
"Jimmy, I really like your friends." She looked at him leaning against the couch. "Bet you guys aren't doing this with your little girlfriends," she said, throwing her head back. "But if you get past the kissing stage, sometimes its nice to rub your cock against your girl friend's clitoris," she gasped. Her other hand found Jeremy's stiff dick, standing straight out. She caressed his achingly full nuts with her fingers. "How does that feel, darling? Do you like the way I'm jacking off your cock?"
"Oh yeah," Jeremy moaned, moving towards her. She leaned in the direction of his crotch and she inserted Luke inside her at the same time. The sensation of that hard flesh plunging upward into her cunt made her yell. Soon she was licking and kissing Jeremy's cock and bouncing up and down slowly on his friend's fat penis. Jeremy grabbed his schlong and presented it to her tongue, rubbing it against her lips. Jimmy sat on the floor, mesmerized, his young genitalia quickly reviving.
Then she stood up and turned around, sitting back down on Luke's meat and guiding into her welcome vagina. The boys lustily admired her sexy, plump ass. It was so wonderfully curved and inviting. It gyrated rhythmically as she fucked Luke hard, wanting him to give it to her longer than Jimmy. Jeremy's hands roamed over her back and her buttocks, tickling her ass crack, then spreading the cheeks as they slammed up and down on Luke. He rubbed his cock along her body. She groaned and braced herself against the arm of the couch, leaning away from Luke, her large breasts jiggling heavily, her nipples like rocks. Jimmy stood in front of her at the end of the couch and played with her tits, pulling them away from each other and letting them fall against each other with a slap. He squeezed her nipples and kissed her with messy kisses. Not to leave Jeremy out she said to him hoarsely: "I want to suck your cock. Give my your fucking cock!" He rubbed his long slender dick all over her and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Jimmy's hands joined Luke's on her lucious ass. As the other boy's dick pressed into her brow and her cheeks she turned to Jimmy and said: "Stick your fingers in my ass." When he hesitated, she turned to face Jeremy's hot cock and said: "Please! Finger fuck my asshole Jimmy."
He placed his left index finger at the opening of her anus, then slowly worked it inside her. He marveled at the tightness of her sphincter muscle. She responded by taking a huge breath, then not breathing, and then crying "oh FUCK!" as he began fucking her hungry asshole with his finger. She gobbled Jeremy's dick voraciously, pulling him forcefully so that he braced one leg on the armrest of the couch. She kept pulling on his ass until his balls were within licking distance. The housewife ran her tongue all over his cum-filled nuts and jacked his dick. She slid her fingers rapidly, then rubbed him all over her sweat-drenched face. This drove her to her first orgasm, and her body shuddered so that Luke almost came.
Her intense sexual delight added to theirs. It overwhelmed Jimmy and Jeremy. Jeremy suddenly moaned and shot several strings of boyish semen onto Julie's hair, face and tits. The tail end of his generous blast of cum ran down onto her hand and as she continued to whack him off the cum made a wicked smacking sound on her fingers. She hungrily sucked the cum off his finger, and gloried in the feel of the jizz strings hanging from her.
Jimmy's climax was right behind Jeremy, and when he began crying out with pleasure she turned to face his cock. She had no free hand to grab his meat, and in a frenzy of lust Jimmy stroked himself, one knee on the couch, his eyes almost closed. She stared trancelike at his pisshole, cum dangling from her chin and blocking her left eye. Julie was eager to see and feel his cum.
He did not disappoint. His cock exploded with hot juices that seemed to spray everywhere. The suburban mom closed her eyes and bathed in it. He whimpered loudly: "Oh shit!" over and over and looked down to see her shaking with excitement as Luke kept hammering her pussy. Gobs of Jimmy's cum were on her shoulder and arm and neck. His cum was running down her body and dripping onto the ****** couch.
Rocking him harder, Julie looked around at Luke. "I just love dick," she said softly. "And I just love the way you keep fucking me. Let me turn around. I want you to see this jizz all over me while you fuck my cunt."
She staggered off of him and stood up, unconsciously rubbing her clit and looking down at his cock as it faced the ceiling. Then she faced him and resumed fucking him, as hard as before. The other boys watched her take each sizable breast and lick the cum off. She exaggerated the reach of her tongue - she wanted them to watch her and fuck her again. She could not stop. The last two days had changed her into something incredible, and she was having so much fun as this new person.
"Jeremy, it's your turn to finger fuck my asshole. Jimmy, play with my tits while he does it."
Jimmy was still recovering. "But I can't rub my hands on all that stuff. It's gross."
"I'll lick it all off."
"There's a lot, Mrs. Steele."
Then it occurred to her. He could use her husband's towel from the upstairs bathroom. "Jimmy, go upstairs and take a left and then a right. On the hook on the back of the door is a big yellow towel. Bring that down and wipe all this cum off my face and tits."
A few minutes later he had lovingly wiped her off. She had him hang it up again. He was back in an instant, his right hand squeezing and pulling on her big tits. Jeremy was more aggressive than Jimmy, ramming in and out of her ass with two fingers, plunging them as deep as they would go. He loved the feeling of his fingers invading her body as she bounced up and down on his friend's cock.
She was crying out all the time now, and she hardly noticed the answering machine coming on. It was her husband Ron leaving a message, suggesting the ****** go away for a long weekend up north. His voice rattled on and on. Jimmy clumsily said: "Do you want to get that? I think it's your husband.." She turned to him and smiled, her body building to a second orgasm. "What?" she mumbled. "I think your husband is leaving a message on the answering machine." She licked her lips and threw her head back. "Rub my clit, baby." He reached down, trying carefully to avoid contact with Luke's cock, and rubbed the top of her crotch. He was too far above; she guided his hand to her clit.
It was so beautiful. One young man was in her cunt, another was spreading her asshole with his now three fingers, and Jimmy was learning the fine points of massaging her clitoris. "Oh GODDAMN!" she yelled, and she tightened herself around Luke and came violently. She took him with her, and his savage voice joined hers. He then gave up what felt like gallons of hot sperm, shooting hard inside her in several long awaited thrusts deep inside her lucious pussy. Then she pushed her ass up in the air towards Jeremy and yelled: "Don't stop! Don't stop!" He kept on finger fucking her squirming butt and her tits, dangling over Luke's head, bounced wildly, the nipples sticking out at him like cow teats. This went on another five minutes, and she amazed herself at the pleasure she took from Jeremy's slamming fingers.
Finally, their bodies spent, the four sat quietly in the living room. Julie had never before experienced such intense sexual pleasure. She was quite sore from all this young cock, and particularly appreciated Luke's staying power. She turned to Jimmy. "Mr. Bolinger," she said, "I assume you can keep this experience to yourself." Jimmy quickly responded: "Oh sure, no problem."
She turned to Jeremy. "Mr. uh --------". "Szabo," he said, smiling, looking upon her as his lover for life. "Mr. Szabo," she said, "that goes for you too." "I know. Of course."
"Mr. Endurance," she smiled at Luke. He made a muscle with his arm and raised his eyebrows, then grinned: "No autographs please." "Mr. uh ------," she continued. "Oh sorry. Millstone."
"Millstone?" she repeated. "What's your ***'s first name"
"Jonathan."
"Were does he work?"
"He's at Hastings Worldwide. Do you know him?"
"No." she said. Inwardly, her heart skipped a beat. Jonathan Millstone at her husband's company. This man was Ron's boss. And always quick to flirt with her, often right in front of Ron. This was going to be interesting. What if Luke tells his father she had gotten a good fucking from him?
"Luke, what happened here is a secret. You got that?" "Sure," he said.
They showered and got dressed and actually did some lawn work. She brought them juice and they went about the gardening. They were dying to fuck her afterwards - but not as much as she was itching to fuck them. She changed into a long T shirt and nothing else and posed for them in the kitchen, then made each of them eat her pussy for the longest time, before they once again stuffed her with their young rods. Once again Luke wonderfully lasted the longest, but she craved each of them. It was a spectacular day for this very sexy and voluptuous housewife.
