Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

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Waves of heat swept through Jennifer's body. Her nipples and toes tingled and tightened with fuck pleasure. Her loins contracted and melted with each grinding thrust of the boy's cock into her. She'd forgotten fucking could feel so good. It seemed impossible that she'd gone six months without this feeling, without the feel of a big hard cock sliding inside her.

"It's so big!" she moaned.

"Yeah," the paperboy grunted. "Fucking big and hard!"

His teeth clenched, he plunged his cock inside her, cracking their hipbones together, popping his prickhead in and out of the mouth of her womb.

Jennifer tingled all over with alternate hot flashes and chills. Her toes curled hard. She churned her ass, grinding her cunt on the boy's ramming cock. She gasped each time the boy jabbed her womb. George had never penetrated her this deep. It almost hurt to be fucked this deep, but she loved the hurt. She wanted him to fuck her deeper, to hurt her even more.

"Harder!" she grunted. "Faster! Deeper! Oh yes, ohhhh yess!"

The paperboy panted, sweat dripping from his freckled nose. As his cock plunged up the widow's red-hot pussy, pleasure shot through his cock and streamed to every part of his body. His dirty toes, itchy with fuck tingles, clawed at the floor as he braced himself and bore down. He was going to fuck this hot widow till she screamed, and when he came he was going to blow lacy head off.

"Oh darling! Oh, yes, fuck me! Oh God!"

Jennifer arched her back, thrusting her tits up against the boy and rubbing them madly against him. Her nails raked down his back, leaving purplish claw marks on his tanned flesh. Her toes curled against his bouncing, churning, contracting asscheeks. She crushed him so hard in her sexual embrace that his back cracked as if he were receiving a chiropractic spinal adjustment.

The boy kissed her savagely, biting her lips, ramming his tongue down her throat. He gnawed the side of her neck, drooling spit. He jerked his head to clear his blond forelock out of his eyes. He writhed on top of her, grinding his cock in her, pleasuring his hot flesh against her hot flesh. His sweat rained down on her and his cock made squishing, sucking noises inside her.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhh!" the pleasure-crazy boy groaned. "Ohhhhh yeahhh!"

Jennifer couldn't remember if George had ever fucked her like this, with such animal passion. Right now she could hardly even remember the image of her dead husband's face. Right now she was deaf and blind to everything but the paperboy bearing down on her and fucking between her legs.

Her pussy-slabs became inflamed, tightening around the boy's plunging prick. Her cunt swelled inside too, tightening with each fucking thrust the boy delivered. She felt fiery tingles in her asshole. Her loins became a mass of itching, throbbing, melting pleasure-meat. She gnawed at the boy's square jawbone, her teeth nearly breaking his skin. Her fingernails tore at his back. As he grunted and growled, slamming his cock into her again and again, the fuck pleasure flooded every part of her body and her pussy exploded with spasms.

"Eeeeeh!" she whined, her body jerking, quivering, shuddering. "Ohoooo yessss!"

Her exploding pussy squeezed and sucked the boys cock so fiercely that his eyes nearly popped out. Her fuckjuices frothed out around his cock and drenched his balls like a flood of hot spit.

The boy's cock ballooned inside her, turning from rock-hard to steel-hard. His balls swelled as big as eggs, every cell of them prickling. As the widow's fist-like cunt tried to skin his cock alive and pop the head off it, electricity shot through his prick in rhythmic surges. When the fuck-feeling reached his nipples and toes, when every cell of his body was ready to explode with sensation, the jism spurted from his nuts and streamed through his cock like molten lava. His body shuddered as his spunk shot into Jennifer's cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" he moaned, his eyes rolled back with ecstasy. With each explosive ejaculation, he shuddered, electricity saturating his cock and spreading throughout his humping, undulating, writhing body. "Uh, uh, ahhhhh!"

Jennifer's eyes overflowed with tears and her face glowed. She rocked her hips, fucking the boy's spurting teen cock, gasping as his hot spunk splashed in her cunt and womb. It drove her crazy when his cock flexed inside her and ejaculated. Her spasms continued to surge through her in rhythmic bursts, torturing her loins, melting her.

"Fuck it in me!" she breathed. "Oh yes, fuck it all in me!"

She contracted her cunt, milking every last drop of cum from the boy's pleasure-raw prick. Jennifer and the paperboy lay together in a mass of sweaty flesh and tangled limbs. Their hearts pounded in unison. Their fuck-organs contracted with the aftershocks of orgasm. The boy lay as if dead on top of her, his hair in his eyes, the sweat trickling down his skin. His cock felt like a fat snake inside her as it slowly softened. She stroked the boy's back, sighing to herself, relaxing. She could lie here like this forever. The cold bathroom floor kit as comfortable to her as any bed.

The boy stiffened. He took a deep breath, then exhaled as he pushed up out of her arms. His cock slipped out of her, and as he stood up he brushed the hair out of his eyes. His cock dangled over his balls like a fat salami, drenched with Jennifer's juices.

"That was great," he said. "I needed that."

He stepped into his jeans, pulled them up, then sucked in his belly as he stuffed his cock in his pants and zipped up. He picked up Jennifer's panties and took a whiff of them. His eyes gazed over as if the panties were a potent inhalant drug.

"Thanks for these," he said, dangling the panties from his fingertips. He rolled the panties up and stuffed them in his hip pocket. With his grubby toes, he tweaked Jennifer's left nipple. "Be seein' ya, widow baby."

Before Jennifer could gather enough strength to stand, the paperboy was down the hallway and picking up his paper-sack in the foyer. He slammed the front door as he left, leaving Jennifer alone again.

CHAPTER TWO

Jennifer pulled all the shades, drew all the drapes, and walked about the house nude. The sexual excitement in her body would not go down. Her pussylips remained swollen and throbbing. Her turn stood up firm and tight, her nipples tilted slightly upward, her cherries, hot and swollen, the bumps on her cherries erect and tingling.

Her pussy-lips rubbed together with each step she took, the burning, well-lubricated cunt meat between them prickling and itching with fuck sensation. The paperboy's cum oozed out of her and trickled down the insides of her thighs. She felt drugged, as if she were floating on air.

She could still feel the paperboy's cock sliding inside her, could feel its steely hardness, could feel it flexing and pulsing and spurting. It was a living animal, a fat, wild snake. She wished she could have detached it from the boy and kept it inside her. She needed it to keep her happy, to keep her satisfied. She found it fantastically unbelievable that she'd lived six whole months without coupling with a hard cock. Now that she'd had a taste of cock again, she didn't know how she would manage to keep from going insane without a daily fuck.

I'll offer to pay him, she thought. She'd pay the paperboy for coming over every day and fucking her. She had enough money to do it, the money George had left her by way of his life insurance. It was a wicked idea – using the money her dead husband had left her to pay a paperboy to fuck her – but George had abandoned her after all, had left her sexually as well as emotionally bereft. Was she supposed to go hungry sexually the rest of her life?

She went to the bathroom to look at the place where the paperboy had fucked her. Some moisture glistened on the terrazzo floor, fuckjuices that had dribbled out of her as the lusting young boy had fucked her. She tried to visualize how it must have looked, she was on her back, the rutting teenager on top of her, lacked in the embrace of her arms and legs. She could still smell his sweat in the air, could still hear his grunts and growls of sexual delirium.

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