Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

The gassy flesh-magazines lay under her and all around her. She was rolling on naked woman and men. She saw tits and cocks, cunts and assholes, the ecstatic faces of women in the throes of orgasm. She was feeling just as good as these women with the cocks up their pussies and in their mouths. She spotted a picture of a woman on her hands and knees with a man's cock up her hole. She had to stare at the picture to make sure that it was for real, not trick photography.

Up her asshole! Jennifer thought. It can't be! That woman's getting fucked up her asshole!

She rolled on her side and studied the picture. As she sucked the rubber cock, as she pumped her right-hand middle finger in her pussy, she shoved her left hand between her legs and up high behind her. She slipped a finger between her asscheeks, probed her asspucker, worked her fingertip into the hot crevices. Slowly, her asshole opened up, and her finger slipped inside it.

This felt good. This felt great! Why had she never thought of doing this before? Even when she'd been a masturbating teenage virgin, she'd never thought of sticking a finger up her asshole. She was surprised George had never tried to tick a finger up her shitter. He'd apparently tried everything else. She wondered if he'd stuck his finger up the assholes of the other women he'd fucked.

She was sweating. Her skin stuck to the glossy pages of the magazines. Pussyjuice and jism dribbled out on pictures of naked women with wide-spread legs, on pictures of women getting fucked and spurted on. She growled like an animal as she pleasured herself, sucking the rubber cock, jerking off her pussy, finger-fucking her asshole. Never in her life had she let go of herself like this. Never in her life had she acted so shamelessly, so impulsively, nor had she ever felt so free.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm!" she growled, gnawing the rubber cock.

The taste of cunt filled her mouth. This rubber cock had apparently seen a lot of action in women's pussies.

George, you dirty bastard! she thought. Can you see me, George? Can you see me now, wherever you are? I know about you now, George, I know about your dirty ways. Why didn't you ever tell me, you bastard? Why did I have to miss out on all the fun you were having behind my back?

She realized now that her anger at George stemmed not from a sense of betrayal, but from jealousy. She was angry not because he'd been unfaithful to her and had performed shameful sexual practices behind her back with other women, but because he hadn't told her about them, and hadn't let her join the fun.

I'm going to make up for it now, George, she thought as she writhed naked on the floor, as she rolled an George's flesh magazines and sucked the rubber cock that had been up who knew how many cunts. I'm going to have my fun now, Georgie boy, just you wait, just you watch me!

The hot fuckjuices bubbled out around her cunt-fucking finger. Her thighs slipped together, slick with them. Her asshole got wetter and wetter inside as she finger fucked it, as if it contained a fucklube like that her pussy-hole secreted. Her spit ran down the rubber cock, which still tasted of cunt. This cock had fucked a lot of women, and now she was sucking on it, now she was tasting all those juicy hot cunts.

Her body prickled with fuck-itch and excitement. Every inch of her naked skin glowed with an electric charge. Her loins pulsed and seethed inside. Her clit bent back and forth as her finger rubbed against it, as her finger pistoned between her pussylips and drilled her cunt-hole again and again.

The finger up her asshole stabbed at sensitive spots in her bowels. She'd never realized her asshole could be such a cauldron of seething pleasure. She wondered what a cock up her asshole would feel like, wondered what that woman in the picture with the cock up her asshole was feeling. She appeared to be enjoying it.

She forgot about George, forgot her anger and jealousy, forgot about everything but her pleasure. All that mattered now was the sensation shooting through her body.

She sucked the big rubber prick, pretending it was the paperboy's cock, pretending it was the cock of the man fucking the woman's asshole in the picture. Her sucking sent rhythmic thrills straight to her cunt. Her right hand twisted and jerked between her thighs. Her left hand fingerfucked her asshole. As her fingers squished inside her and her pussy-juices frothed out, as her lips smacked around the thick rubber cock, her fuck-pleasure whirled to a pulsating climax in her loins and exploded. Her body shook violently, as if she were having a seizure.

She writhed on the floor, out of her mind with organic sensation, her toes clawing air, her eyes rolling. The spasms shot through her like electric jolts. The intensity of the fuck-itch made her scream. Her asshole nearly chewed off her buggering finger just as her pussy nearly sucked off the middle finger of her other hand. The fuckjuices bubbled from her pussy, dribbling over her thighs like hot oil. Her tits swelled with each orgasmic wave, her nipples and cherry bumps nearly splitting open with tightness and sensation. As she wailed with ecstasy, the rubber cock fell out of her mouth.

When her orgasm was finally over, she lay a long while on the bed of flesh magazines, reveling in the waves of relaxation that swept gently through her. She couldn't believe that masturbation had brought her to such a shattering, ecstatic climax. If she'd known six months ago that masturbation was capable of producing such intense pleasure when she worked at it, when she put herself in the right frame of mind and let herself go, she would have ransacked George's boxes of flesh magazines the day after his funeral, would have spent the last six months enjoying herself instead of wasting them the way she had.

Jennifer had just finished cleaning up the mess in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. She slipped quickly into her slacks and a blouse and ran down the hall. By the time she reached the front door, the bell had chimed twice more. As she opened the front door, she almost fell over. Two bare-chested paperboys looked up at her.

"Hi!" Gary said. "Mind if we come in?" She stepped back, allowing the two boys to enter the hall. They dropped their empty papersacks as she closed the door.

"I told Tommy here all about you and me, widow," Gary said. "And he said he'd like to meet you."

"Hi," the brown-haired boy said, looking Jennifer up and down. He flicked his tongue between his lips as if salivating at the sight of her.

Jennifer noticed the bulging hard-ons in both boys' jeans.

"How do you do," Jennifer said.

"Tommy wants a blowjob," Gary said. "And so do I."

Jennifer was too stunned to say a word.

The boys unzipped their jeans, pushed them down and showed Jennifer their throbbing teen pricks, both of which were the same enormous size.

"Oh my!" Jennifer said, heat washing through her face, her eyes watering as the lust surged through her. She couldn't believe such monstrous cocks could grow from such tight, slender loins. Fucklube oozed from the boys' pissholes and dripped off as their upright cocks pulsed. Jennifer drooled.

"Like 'em?" Gary said. "Wanna suck 'em?"

Jennifer trembled, hardly able to remain standing. She was tongue-tied again.

"She's hot," Tommy said. "She wants prick."

"Yeah," Gary said. "Let's get naked for her, turn her on even more."

As Gary kicked off his jeans and Tommy kicked off his sneakers and jeans, Jennifer pulled off her blouse and slacks. The pussycream was dribbling from her cunt and down between her thighs. The woman and the boys faced each other, the boys' big cocks throbbing, Jennifer's pussy pulsating with lust.

"Look at them tits!" Tommy said, brushing the hair out of his eye so he could get a better look at Jennifer's huge tit-globes.