Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

"Please show up!" she said out loud. "Don't disappoint me, Brian, please don't!"

She prayed he could sense her need for him through mental telepathy or something.

The doorbell rang and she ran like an excited little girl to answer it. Without peeking out first to see who was there, she flung open the door. Her smile wavered when she found herself face to face not with Brian, but with a pimply-faced delivery boy from the Chinese restaurant. The boy's blue eyes bugged out at the sight of Jennifer in her bikini, and he almost dropped the bag of carry-out food.

"Come in," Jennifer said, biding the disappointment from her voice. "You're just in time. I'm starved. Wait here, I'll get your money."

When Jennifer returned from the kitchen, where she'd dropped the bag of hot food on the table, she found the delivery boy exactly where she'd left him, just inside the front door, and just as wide-eyed and red-faced as ever. Shamelessly, he looked her up and down, as if trying to memorize forever every curve of her voluptuous, nearly naked body. She could see the outline of a bone-hard erection down one leg of his pants.

"I am sorry," Jennifer said, "but I only have enough to pay for the food, not enough to give you a tip." She was lying.

"Don't worry about it," the boy said, his eyes never leaving her tits. "I hardly ever get tits anyway – I mean tips!"

He laughed sheepishly at his slip of the tongue. Jennifer laughed too.

"Tits or tips," she said. "You really ought to get something for being so prompt and efficient."

As she handed him the money, she intentionally dropped a few bills, and before the boy could retrieve them, Jennifer was bending over. Just as she'd intended it to happen, the bikini halter strings slipped off her shoulders and the tit cups slid off her nipples. She dropped to her knees at the boy's feet, her naked tits hanging delectably before his eyes as she looked up at him, the retrieved bills clutched in one of her hands.

The boy stared as if stunned by a ray gun. The cylindrical bulge down one leg of his pants pulsated visibly.

"You simply must have a tip," Jennifer said. "I wouldn't feel right if you left here without getting a tip. And I think I know what you'd like."

She reached up and started to unzip the boy's pants. He watched her without saying a word, and soon she had his pants pulled down to his knees. His sweaty, bone-hard cock stood up boldly, throbbing inches from her nose. It was a slender, fat-headed cock about seven inches long. She grabbed it at the base of his cockshaft and swallowed the end of it.

"Ohhhhh!" the boy moaned, thrusting forward, grinding his loins in circles. "Ohhh yeahhh."

"Mmmmmm." Jennifer growled, bobbing her head, churning her tongue, smacking her lips as she sucked hungrily.

The money fell forgotten from her hand. She reached up to play with the boy's bulging nuts as she sucked his cock. He breathed loudly, sounding like a bellows as he became more and more delirious from Jennifer's cock-sucking. "Can I fuck you between the tits?" the boy said. "I'd love to come between your tits."

Jennifer was anxious to feel his big cock bucking and spurting in her mouth, but if coming between her tits would make him happier than coming in her mouth, then she wasn't going to deny him the pleasure he craved most. This was his tip after all, not hers.

Pulling her head back, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. She pressed her tits together, mounding them up, and let him stick his spit greased cock between them. He grabbed her by the shoulders and started to hump, working his hot cock in the silky soft furrow formed by her pressed-together boobs.

"Big fucking tits!" he muttered. "Wow, what a set of tits!"

Jennifer was surprised at how pleasurable it was to have a hot cock sliding between her tits. As the boy humped, she pressed her tits closer around his cock. Her nipples throbbed with fuck-itch and she pinched them. Waves of fuck pleasure pulsed through her tits and cunt. She squeezed her thighs together, shimmying her pussy-lips between them.

"Do you like my hot tits?" she said, gazing seductively at the red-faced boy. She licked her lips, trying to excite him even more.

"Fuck yeahhhh!" the boy said. "Oh Christ!" His cock flexed hard suddenly. Then it shuddered and began to spurt.

"Uhhhhh!" the boy grunted. "Awwwwww!" He appeared more surprised at his sudden orgasm than Jennifer was.

Jism gushed between Jennifer's tits. Jism shot up against her neck, dripped from the underside of her chin. Jism ran down her tits like hot frosting and got her nipples slimy.

"Yeahhhhh!" The boy gripped her shoulders hard, driving his cock between her tits, firing his hot cum. His cock slipped from between her tits, shooting jizz in her face as it flexed freely in the air.

Jennifer grabbed his spurting cock and stuffed it in her mouth, sucking it till she'd drained out every drop of spunk. The boy moaned as if he were being whipped, his eyes rolling deliriously.

As the boy pulled up his pants, Jennifer wiped the cum off her tits with her fingers and sucked her fingers clean. The boy watched her.

"I gotta go," the boy said finally. "I got lots more deliveries to make. Thanks for the tip."

"Don't mention it," Jennifer said. "And feel free to come back any time."

"I'll be back," the boy said.

Jennifer was in the bathroom, cleaning up, when the doorbell rang again. She adjusted her bikini halter and ran to the door. This time, Brian was waiting for her.

"I'm thrilled you could make it," Jennifer said, leading Brian into the kitchen. "I hope you like chow mein."

The boy laughed. "That's what Mom was making at home."

They sat across the table from each other, gazing more than eating. Brian was still dressed in his red muscle-shirt and jeans. He slipped off his sneakers under the table and he and Jennifer started playing footsie.

"You look so fucking sexy in that bikini," Brian said. "You've got me so riled up I don't think I can finish eating."

Jennifer lifted her foot and pushed it between the boy's legs. Her toes stroked the steel-hard cylinder in his jeans.

"Keep eating," she said. "I'll take care of you. You can have your cake and eat it too."

As Brian watched, she pulled off her bikini, then crawled down under the table. Brian lifted his feet, stroking her tits with his hot toes, tweaking her nipples. She grabbed his feet and kissed them, then started sucking his toes.

"Shit!" the boy said. "How can I eat with you chewing on my toes? The feeling shoots straight to my prick. It's driving me nuts!"

He rubbed his cock through his pants.

"Keep eating," Jennifer said. "I'll suck you off."

She unzipped his pants and he raised his ass so she could pull them down and all the way off. His cock throbbed upright against his red shirt, drooling silvery fucklube on it. Jennifer grabbed his enormous prick and bent it down, peeling his foreskin completely off his cockhead so she could lick his fuck-knob naked.

"Awwww damn, I can't eat!" the boy said. "Not like this!"

"If you want a blowjob, then keep shoveling in that chow mein. You'll need lots of energy for later. I don't want you pooping out on me." She flicked her tongue at his moist, glossy prickhead. "Eat!"

"You eat too," Brian said. "Eat up my cock!"

He rubbed his naked ass against the chair seat, rubbed his naked cockhead against Jennifer's lips. As Jennifer licked his cock, he shucked off his shin. Both he and Jennifer were stark-naked.

Try as she could, Jennifer could only swallow two-thirds of Brian's cock. His cock was too thick, too long for her to swallow all of it. The head of it lodged in her throat, and her lips nearly tore as they stretched around his cockshaft.

"Yeahhhhh!" Brian groaned, chomping on his food as he worked his cock in. Jennifer's throat. "Ohhh yeahhh, suck it!"