Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

"Hi," Gary said, his white teeth shining as he looked up at her. "The paper's starting this new thing where you get twenty percent off if you pay for the next six months in advance. Then I wouldn't have to collect every week either. I'd really appreciate it if you could pay every six months instead of every week. How about it?"

"Well, I guess it sounds all right," Jennifer said.

"Good. Can you give me a check?"

"Of course. Step inside."

He dropped his paper-sack on the floor of the foyer. He smelled of sweat and bubble gum. Freckles danced on his nose. Jennifer stole a glance at his crotch and he smiled suggestively, as if he knew what she was thinking.

"I'll get the check," she said quickly.

"No hurry," the boy said. As she half stumbled out of the room, Gary watched her, squeezing his cock through his pants. Wouldn't mind anchoring my fucker between them legs! he thought.

He imagined himself grabbing her from behind and rubbing up against her naked ass, then sliding his cock up her crotch, ever so easy. She was one hot blonde bitch. What an ass she had! She was the one whose husband had got smashed by the crane downtown. She probably wasn't getting banged any too regular these days, and she was itching for it. He could tell by the way she'd looked at him that she was hot for his rigid teen prick. He'd had lots of experience with horny older women who were hot for young cock.

He tossed the hair out of his eyes and wiped the sweat off his face. After watching those dogs, he felt like he could fuck anything. He'd known he'd be beating off in the park bushes if one of the ladies on his route that he fucked regularly wasn't hot for his prick today. He had about six regular women on his route who were crazy for paperboy cock. Most of them were housewives. One of them was a grandmother. He didn't care how old they were or what they looked like, just so they knew how to pleasure his prick.

Jennifer came back into the room with the check. Her face was red and her hand, shook as she handed the check to him. She couldn't keep her eyes off his cock.

"Thanks," he said.

Thanks, widow, he thought. He'd never banged a widow before. He gave her a cocky, boyishly cute smile, the kind of smile he knew turned older women on.

"Say, could I use your bathroom? I've really gotta go."

"Of course," Jennifer said. "I'll show you where it is."

In a daze, she led him down the hall to the bathroom. Time seemed suspended, as in a dream. The boy didn't close the bathroom door. Jennifer stood outside in the hallway, listening for the sound of him pissing in the toilet.

Gary dropped his jeans, the only clothing he had on. He put his hands on his hips, looking down at his eight-inch cock as it throbbed free in the air. His pisshole was open and starting to ooze lube. His cockhead shone a glossy, purplishy-red. His prick veins bulged. He knew Jennifer was just outside the door.

Come on, widow, he thought. Stick your nose in here and take a look. You'll like what you see.

Jennifer stood near the open door, her back pressed to the hallway wall, her heart slamming. Why wasn't he pissing? What was he doing? She wanted to hear him piss, to know that he was concentrating on his cum and not on the door. Maybe then she'd dare take a peek.

The boy's eyes were on the doorway. He wondered what the hell the widow was waiting for. By now the other housewives would have been crawling all over him, or on their knees begging for it. His balls felt like huge hardboiled eggs. His cock was so sweaty and hot he could smell it himself.

Jennifer tried to control her breathing. Her cunt throbbed with each wild beat of her heart. For the first time in six months, she'd forgotten completely about George. All her attention was on the paperboy in the bathroom.

Gary grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. "Ohhh yeahhhh!" he breathed. His eyes were on the doorway. "Awwwww fuck!"

Jennifer couldn't control her curiosity or her excitement. Edging toward the doorway, she peeked in.

Gary was looking straight at her, a leer on his face.

"Like it?" he said, waving his enormous cock at her. He licked his lips. "Want it?"

Heat flushed through Jennifer's body. She pulled herself into the doorway, clutching the door frame for support. Unbelievably, the boy's cock was even bigger than George's. The itch in her cunt was driving her crazy.

"Come and get it," the boy said. "It's all yours."

Jennifer swayed drunkenly as she moved into the room, drunk on excitement and lust.

"Take off all your clothes," the boy said. "Get naked."

Jennifer had so little control over her hands that she popped two buttons off her blouse as she pulled it off. The boy's tongue hung out when he saw her lust-swollen tits, which dangled under her like water-balloons as she bent forward to wiggle out of her jeans. She peeled the panties off her loins, away from her crotch, and as she stepped out of them the boy snatched them away from her.

"They're all wet and smelly!" he said. His cock flexed hard as he pressed the wet panties to his nose. His eyes went glassy. He rubbed the female scent all over his face, on his chest and nipples, on his cock and balls. "Can I keep these?"

"Well…" Jennifer said, not sure what he was asking.

"Great!" he said.

He took another whiff of his newly acquired panties, then slipped them in his pocket. Then he grabbed her and crushed her in his arms.

As he kissed her, his cock throbbed between them. His tongue squirmed in her mouth. He was shorter than she was, and he had to pull her head down to kiss her, but he was strong and sure of himself. He held her fight, growling as he rubbed his cock against her. His hand slid between her legs and groped her crotch.

Jennifer became a mass of quivering jelly. If the boy hadn't been strong, he would have dropped her. His body burned against hers. As one of his fingers slipped up her crotch, she went even limper in his arms, moaning, completely helpless.

The boy trembled as he tried to hold her up. "Want me to stick it to you? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yesssss!" Jennifer moaned. "Oh yessss!" Her tits were going to explode. Her loins were going to flame and melt.

He eased her down on the bathroom floor, then trial to turn her over so he could fuck her from behind, but she was too heavy and she wouldn't help any, so he gave up. He could fuck her from the front just as well, and that way he could rub against her tits. As she lay on her back, he raised her legs and forced her knees toward her shoulders.

Jennifer's cunt throbbed, the fuckjuices bubbling out of it as the sweaty paperboy bridged himself and rubbed his searing-hot prickhead up and down her crotch-furrow. As the lust surged through her, tears welled in her eyes. She reached down so she could spread herself wide-open. As she hauled apart her rubbery, swollen cunt-labs, hot juices ran out of her and down her asscrack. The paperboy anchored the head of his cock between her cuntlips and settled down on top of her. All eight inches of his teenage cock sank up her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" the paperboy and the widow moaned in unison as their fuck-organs coupled.

The boy's eyes rolled back, Jennifer's eyes rolled back, and the ecstatic expressions on both their faces looked almost painful.

Jennifer clung to the sweaty boy, her fingernails sinking into his back, her legs locking around him as he began to rock between them, as he began to slide his thick cock in and out of her seething pussy. As he fucked, he squirmed in her embrace, rubbing his hard chest against her spongy tits. His cock flexed inside her with each thrust, and Jennifer's cunt contracted reflexively in response.

"It sucks!" the boy moaned. "Awwww, it sucks!"

He corkscrewed his prick in her madly clutching cunt, trying to fuck her so deep that his cock would come in out her mouth.