Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

Before the girls left, the women took another crack at the girls' horny teen pussies. This time Jennifer blew Candy and Sally blew Bridget. The women finished off their snack of teen pussy with drinks of sweet, hot girl-piss. After the girls had left, the women took turns drinking pies out of each other.

"Now I know why you keep so much iced tea on hand," Jennifer said.

"But of course!" Sally said, smiling wickedly.

After Jennifer left Sally's, she decided to go for a walk instead of going straight home. The late-afternoon sun was still high, and she dreaded the thought of sealing herself inside her house with nothing but the TV to keep her company. She let her sandaled feet go where they would, and soon found herself nearing Lakeside Park.

She was surprised she'd walked so far in so little time. Lakeside Park was at least a mile from her house, a distance she hadn't traveled on foot since she'd been a schoolgirl. It kit good to be using her legs again. It felt good just to be out again. After six months of being cooped up behind the walls of her house, it felt now as if she had just been released from prison. It was amazing how a little walking in the sunshine could lift her spirits. The sex had something to do with her high spirits too, that was for sure, but the walking helped.

She passed a baseball diamond where some boys were playing baseball, and several of the boys glanced her way. She tried to visualize their cocks in their pants, and she was sure they were all trying to visualize her without any clothes on. She imagined herself naked and down on all fours in the middle of the baseball diamond as the boys pulled out their randy cocks and mounted her one after the other, the way that mongrel stud had mounted the bitch yesterday out in front of her house.

I'm in heat, she thought. And they can smell me. At least, unconsciously they can smell me. They're dying to get up on me and rut. She was human and they were human, but both she and they had animal instincts no different from dogs.

Her filthy thoughts sent her quickly away, before she succumbed to her animal instincts and presented her upturned ass to the boys like a true bitch in heat.

Two older women sat on a park bench next to the small lake at the center of the park, throwing bread crumbs to squawking ducks. A few joggers trotted along the lake path, dodging the occasional bicycles that came along. Jennifer sat down on a bench near the lake, crossing her legs and draping her arms over the back of the bench.

Her jeans were pulled up tight between her pussylips, and slowly, gently, Jennifer began to squeeze her thighs together. She knew she could get off this way without passersby realizing what she was secretly doing. She hadn't secretly masturbated in public like this since high school, during which she'd often jerked off in class by squeezing her legs together.

She squinted against the golden reflection of the sun on the lake, pretending to be admiring the view. As she squeezed her legs together and the fuck sensations pulsed through her pussy, her toes curled sensuously against the insoles of her sandals. She thought about Gary and Tommy, about Sally and Bridget and Candy, about cocks and cunts, about pussy-juice and jizz. She salivated at the thought of sucking cocks and licking cunts.

I've been such a dirty bitch, she thought, such a wicked lady, such a slut. I've been terrible! I've done things that would shock the pants off even you, George, if you could see me now. I've drunk piss, George, I've drunk the pin of teenage schoolgirls, and I liked it. I bet that's something even you never did, George – drink girl-piss. Oh, what a delicious, exciting treat!

She contracted her thighs against each other more rapidly, her eyes glazing over as the fuck itch pulsed in rhythmic waves through her loins and the rest of her body. She was on the verge of exploding with pleasure, but at that moment she felt a tap on the shoulder and she jumped like a jack in the box.

"I hope I didn't scare you," said the young man who sat down next to her. He was dressed in jeans and a shoulderless muscle-shirt. "You remember me, don't you?"

It took Jennifer a few seconds to recover from being startled, and before she could tell him that she recognized him vaguely but couldn't quite place him, he filled her in.

"I drive the newspaper truck," he said. "I stop out in front of your house every afternoon. We waved at each other yesterday."

"Of course," Jennifer said.

They introduced each other. The young man's name was Brian. He'd graduated from high school this spring. He had bushy, fairly long blond hair, and he was taller than Jennifer by six inches.

"I'm sorry about your husband," the boy said.

"Thank you," Jennifer said. "But how did you know about my husband?"

"That crane accident was big news. Your paperboy's been bragging for months that you're one of his customers. You gonna sue the construction company?"

"No," Jennifer said. "I detest lawsuits. Besides, I don't need the money."

They made small talk a while. Finally, Brian glanced at his watch.

"I've gotta be going soon," he said. "The truck's due back in half an hour."

"So soon?" Jennifer said. "I've really enjoyed your company, Brian. Maybe you'd like to come visit me some time."

"I'd like to do that," said the boy.

"I'm all alone in that big hone now, and I get a little lonely sometimes," Jennifer said.

They were silent for a few moments.

"I'll bet you get a little frustrated too," Brian said.

"A little," Jennifer said. "Sometimes more than a little."

"It must be rough not having your husband around."

"Yes. It can be quite rough. You're a very understanding young man, Brian." Jennifer saw the bulge in the boy's jeans visibly pulsate. She reached out and gave the bulge an affectionate pat. "You're very understanding."

The boy swallowed. "Would you like a ride home?"

"Yes," Jennifer said. "Very much, thank you."

The paper-delivery truck was parked in a secluded spot, bidden from the lake by thick bushes. After climbing into the cab and locking the front doors, Brian led Jennifer through a door into the rear compartment, which was windowless, but lighted by overhead lights. Several bundles of newspapers lay in the middle of the floor, and Brian arranged them against each other to form a bed.

"Clever," Jennifer said. "This isn't the first time you've done this, is it?"

Brian grinned. "Nope," he said, pulling off his muscle-shirt. They undressed in silence, watching each other, both of them knowing exactly what they wanted and aware that their time was short.

As Brian straightened up, naked, his erect cock resembled a billyclub. It was enormous, larger even than Gary's, and uncircumcised. Half his bulbous cockhead was covered by foreskin. His nine-inch prick throbbed slowly, fucklube oozing from its pisshole. Jennifer gawked at it, salivating, her loins throbbing with lust.

She lifted her lust-swollen tits, showing them to the heavily breathing young man. He reached out and grabbed her, crushing her in his muscular arms as he kissed her.

Groaning, Jennifer rubbed her hot tits against his chest. He humped his prick against her belly, his cockhead slipping in and out of its foreskin, his fucklube smearing on her flesh. Their tongues worked in each other's mouth. The boy slipped his hand between her legs and wiggled a finger up her crotch.

"Oh Brian!" Jennifer purred. "Your cock is so big! I want it! I wanna suck it! I wanna fuck it!"

"You're so hot!" the boy said, kissing her all over her face and tits. "What a woman!"

Squirming out of his embrace, Jennifer slid to her knees in front of the boy. She held his cock with two hands, peeling his foreskin completely off his cockhead so she could lick every millimeter of his moist, naked fuck-knob.