Blake Garfield - Hung, strung housewife

"Well what the fuck have we got here?" Jack asked, pulling a long, shiny metal vibrator from the drawer and holding it up in front of Rachel. "You got a special surprise hidden in everything you're selling or you just forget to clean this little treasure out?"

"Give me that back!" Rachel gasped, reaching for the sleek silver vibrator. Jack pulled it easily out of her grasp. "That's not for sale and it doesn't belong to you! Give it back this instant!"

Rachel glanced about the yard nervously, but thankfully no one else was around. Her big yard was filled with clothes and furniture and boxes of tools and kitchen utensils, but for the moment it was empty of people. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. The yard sale had been a huge success so far, but she could never have stood her friends and neighbors discovering that she kept a vibrator to take care of herself after Bob, her husband, had done his sexy seconds of fucking, filled her up with his nasty spunk and rolled over to go to sleep.

"Mrs. Welch, I never thought you were a swinger." Jack flicked on the vibrator and held it next to his ear, listening to its quiet humming. "Even sounds sexy, doesn't it? I bet you get off real good with this baby."

"Jack, you give that back tome right now!" Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jack Martin had always been one of the nicest boys in the neighborhood, so tall and blonde and good-looking that all the girls and half the married woman got hot and wet every time he walked by. "Do you want me telling your parents the vile things you're saying? Or my husband? Those are used to massage tired muscles. Nothing-nothing nasty!"

"Nothing nasty," Jack whispered, edging closer to Rachel. He ran the tip of the vibrator up her forearm and the woman jerked back with a gasp. "I think I know what you massage with this baby, Mrs. Welch. I can smell your sweet cunt on it. And I don't think you'll tell anyone about the vile shit I'm saying to you. My parents would get a real kick hearing about the sexy bitch down the road who uses a vibrator to get off. And I'll bet your hubby doesn't know a fucking thing about this beauty."

Rachel was terribly confused. She backed away from the boy until her shapely ass hit a big easy chair. Then she just stared, wide-eyed, at his approach. The vibrator had been the only thing that had ever brought her to a climax. Her husband was the only man she had ever fucked, and he had never been able to make her cum. Just the sight of the vibrator excited her, the knowledge of what its hard thrusts and maddening rub could do inside her pussy. Seeing the handsome blonde teenager holding it like a knife and walking toward her made Rachel burn with humiliation, but it also made her shiver with excitement.

Jack watched her chest heave and her nostrils flare and he knew he had her. Jack had watched Rachel all the time he was growing up. He tried to catch a glimpse of her in a bikini or tight sweater every day, and he beat off thinking about her every night.

"Now give it to me," Rachel said weakly, reaching out for the vibrator as Jack stepped right in front of her.

"Yeah, I'll give it to you," Jack said, and ran the tip of the vibrator across her beautiful face. "I'll give you this vibrator and a lot fucking more to boot."

Rachel had long dark hair and big brown eyes. Her lips were full and perfect, her cheeks high, her nose long and straight. But it wasn't her beautiful face that had made her the prime fantasy slut of a whole neighborhood of boys.

Rachel had the biggest tits Jack had ever seen on a woman. They thrust out from her chest like a pair of beach balls, like soft twin pillows. Each was capped by a dark nipple that always seemed painfully erect. Rachel was built so perfectly that she was almost unbelievable. Add in her long legs and the total package was so sexy it was almost hard to look at.

Rachel was dressed in a simple white blouse and old jeans, but on her the clothes looked great. She had a red sweater tied loosely around her broad, sexy shoulders. Jack ran the buzzing tip of the vibrator over the tip of her nose and circled her lips. Then he slipped the sweater from around her neck and looped it around her wrists.

"Just leave me alone," Rachel whispered in a scalding voice as Jack tied her hands together in front of her. She looked around the yard, not sure whether to be terrified that someone might see her this way or relieved that Jack's assault on her body would stop. "I'm almost old enough to be your mother. I don't want you to do this."

"Your lips say no, but your tits say yes." Jack ran the vibrator across her jaw and down her long throat. He leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips, crashing their bodies together. "And my mother never fucking looked like you. If she had, I might have fucked her, too."

Rachel gasped and trembled as Jack pressed his lips to hers. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but he crushed her lips against her teeth and forced her slowly, surely, into a deep, wet kiss.

Rachel squirmed against the big chair that held her pinned against Jack's hard young body. Passion burned through her as Jack's muscular chest mashed against her tits, his strong hips against her crotch. Jack's tongue speared deep inside Rachel's mouth, the gorgeous housewife couldn't stop herself from returning his kiss. She sucked on his spit and played her tongue over his lips and teeth. A single fat tear slipped down her cheek as she realized she wouldn't be able to control the animal impulses of her own body.

"That's it, Mrs. Welch," Jack whispered, kissing and licking his way across Rachel's cheek and down to her throat. "These vibrators are something else, aren't they? Here, why don't you take a feel of something that's even better?"

Rachel gasped with sudden pain when Jack bit her throat. He nipped just a tiny fold of her satiny skin and ground his teeth together until Rachel was sure he was going to bite a piece out of her body. Then she felt him sucking and knew he was giving her a hickey. The thirty-two year old housewife blushed with shame at the thought that she was being marked like some silly little teenage slut. Jack bit her creamy throat again and again, leaving a trail of reddening welts across her flesh. With a quick dip of the vibrator, he tore loose the top button on her blouse and touched the buzzing tip to the soft swell of her upper cleavage. Rachel moaned and her knees budded as pure pleasure flooded through her body.

Rachel's huge tits had always been extremely sensitive. Bob had never had the slightest idea of how to handle her big tits, so for thirty-two years the only pleasure she had received from them had been by her own hands. Jack, who wasn't half Bob's age, seemed to know very well how sensitive her enormous tits were. And he seemed more than able to give them all the pleasure they could handle.

"No!" Rachel panted as Jack tugged her blouse back off her shoulders and played the vibrator up over her upper arms. He popped another button with his fingers. "Jack, please stop this! You could get us both into so much trouble! I won't tell on you, I promise!"

"You're the only one who could get into trouble, Rachel," Jack said, letting the collar of the blouse tangle around Rachel's elbows, further restraining her arms. "And if you're good to me, really, really good, then I just might not tell on you."

Rachel heard the slide of a zipper a moment before Jack forced one of her bound hands around the thick shaft of his cock. She squealed in shock and revulsion at her first touch of a cock other than her husband's, and she tried to jerk her hand away. Jack responded by forcing her other hand right next to the first around the fat shaft of his prick. Rachel whimpered at the realization that her fingers could not quite circle the fat tube of fuck meat. Even more shocking was the thought that both her hands covered no more than half of the full length of Jack's prick. Her husband's cock was no more than five inches long. Jack's seemed to be twice that size at least.