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"Do you want my come? Huh, cunt? Do you want me to blow my nuts in your mouth?"

"Um-hmmmmmmm!" Cindy was able to groan out, pistoning even faster on his cock. She reached between her legs and pressed her palm against her cunt. It was so hot! She had never dreamed of sucking cock before – always felt that it was something that only naughty women did – but now she was getting horny by just having a big, hard prick in her mouth.

And then, without warning, Jack pushed Cindy onto her ass. She toppled backward, and he sprang out of his chair, his saliva-slick prick sticking out from his pants.

"What's wrong? What did I do wrong?" Cindy gasped, her eyes once again wide with fear.

Jack ignored her questions, intent only on sticking his cock in her young cunt. He grabbed her belt and loosened it, then unfastened her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Cindy struggled weakly as Jack grabbed her panties and tore them off.

"Gonna fuck you now, bitch!" he said, grabbing her knees and pushing them up so her legs rested on his shoulders. He saw her hairy slit and puckered bunghole and wondered briefly if fucking the young girl in the ass would be more enjoyable. Deciding that she probably had never been cornholed before, and not wanting her to scream and alert his secretary, he decided her cunt would be a nice target for his cock.

Cindy's ass was tilted up as Jack bore into her, his fat cockhead pushing between her pussy lips, then driving deep into her. He held his hand over her mouth, silencing a groan as he felt her twat tighten around his meat.

Once… twice… three times Jack pounded his meat into her, then shivered and began to come. His jism erupted from his balls like volcanic lava, filling her tight pussy. He slammed into her, pushing her knees down against her tits while he buried his dick into her hot, juicy hole.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!" Jack groaned as his balls released their cream.

He reamed her pussy as he came, and once all his jism had been released, he immediately pulled his dick from her cunt and stood up.

"Now get my cock nice and clean," Jack demanded.

Cindy started to pull her pants up, then decided that following Jack's orders immediately would be better. She got to her knees and took his shrinking cock in her hand. Is smelt faintly of pussy juice and come, but she opened her lips anyway and buried it deep in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean. Finally, when Jack's dick was soft, she let it slip from her mouth.

"Put it back in," Jack sneered. "Stick my cock back in my pants, then get the fuck out of here. I'll see you here tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp!"

Cindy got to her feet and pulled her pants up. Jack, in his haste to sink his prick in her cunt, had pulled her zipper apart, ruining it. She felt dizzy, but his come was warming her insides and that wasn't a bad feeling.

"Will you be fucking me again?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know yet. It all depends on how hard-up I get. Get the fuck out of here."

Rebecca Baker was strung out. She needed to get laid more than anything in the world. At thirty-four, she was at the height of her sexuality and Rebecca needed a good fucking daily. But Jack always seemed too busy to spend much time with her, and when he came home from the lumber yard, he was always too tired to ram his big prick into her cunt.

She watched the secondhand of the clock turn slowly. When it was exactly noon, she went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself three fingers of scotch. Maybe that would calm her jagged nerves, she thought.

The liquor burned as it went down her throat, slowly soothing her. In her mind's eye she could see Jack's body clearly. Every muscle was visible to her. His cock was standing straight out from his body, hard and proud, promising to drive her into sexual oblivion. She adored his prick, worshipped it, loved to feel it, suck it.

Rebecca slugged down the scotch, then poured herself another. Something in her mind said that drinking in the afternoon was wrong, but her need for cock overpowered her better judgment. If she couldn't get fucked, booze would be the best outlet for her frustrations, she figured.

When she heard the knock at the back door, Rebecca set her drink down and went to answer it. She was happy to have some diversion from thinking about her horny body. Maybe if she didn't think about fucking so much, she wouldn't need it so badly.

At the back door was a young boy, holding several bags of groceries. Rebecca opened the door and ushered him into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry it took me so long," she said quickly taking in the boy's body with her eyes. "I forgot that you were coming today."

"That's okay, ma'am." The boy set the bags on the counter, then let his arms hang at his sides. "Boy, those sure did get heavy!"

"I'll bet," Rebecca said with a laugh. She looked at the boy and liked what she saw. He was short and stocky, wearing faded jeans that hugged his small ass. His hair was cut short and he had a clean-scrubbed look to him. Innocent, Rebecca thought. Young and innocent.

"Are you going to pay for these now, or should the store bill you later?"

"Bill me later, okay?" Rebecca picked up her purse and pulled out her billfold. She took out two dollars and handed it to the boy. "Here's a little tip for you."

The boy took the money and tucked it in his pocket. He wheeled around and left, leaving Rebecca standing there wishing she had done something else. She watched the boy get on the street and start to jog back to the store and a sinking feeling took over her body.

"Hey!" she called out, not really sure what she was doing. "Can you come back here?"

Rebecca's heart thumped in her chest as she watched the boy run back to her.

"Yes?"

"Can you help me put the food away? Some of it goes on the upper shelves and I want someone to hold me so I don't fall." Rebecca knew it sounded like a feeble excuse to call him back, but it was all she could think of. She opened the door. As the boy stepped past her, Rebecca leaned forward slightly so that his shoulder rubbed against her full tits.

"Maybe I should put the groceries up there," the boy said, pulling a chair near the cupboard. "And you can just tell me where everything goes."

The boy got up on the chair and Rebecca began handing him various packages. Standing on the chair, his crotch was just below face level for Rebecca and she didn't resist looking at the swell of his cock beneath his jeans.

"Just stay there a minute, will you?" Rebecca went to her purse and extracted a twenty-dollar bill. Going back to the delivery boy, she felt her mouth begin to water. "Here," she said, tucking the twenty into his pocket.

"Gosh! What's that for?" the boy exclaimed.

"You get that if you just stand there and don't move. Don't say a word. Don't do anything." Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes glassy with lust. "All you have to do is stand there until I finish and not tell anyone what happened. Deal?"

"Well… yeah… sure thing, ma'am."

Rebecca grabbed the boy by the hips and turned him slightly so he faced her, then she unbuckled his belt. When the boy started to say something, Rebecca looked up at him, putting a finger to her lips to silence him. The boy, a virgin, really didn't understand what was happening and had no idea of what would soon be happening to him.

Rebecca, her hands shaking, unbuckled the boy's belt, then unsnapped his jeans. She pulled down his zipper slowly, like she was opening a Christmas present, then peeled his tight jeans down his legs until they were at his ankles. She grabbed the elastic band of his underwear and pulled down slowly, moaning softly when she finally got a look at his cock. His prick was soft and not particularly large, but Rebecca knew that she could change that quick enough.