Curt Aldrich - Hot widow, no panties

Her toes curled against the floor on which Gary had fucked her yesterday afternoon. She closed her eyes and imagined Gary on top of her, his blond hair falling in his eyes, his hard chest grinding against her tits, his big horny cock plunging in her pussy-hole. Her free hand slid up to her swollen tits and she squeezed and caressed them as she jerked off, pinching and rolling and stretching her nipples.

As she played with her tits, she jerked her right hand faster and faster between her legs. The fuck pleasure pulsed through her loins, streamed through her arms and legs and spine. Her stiff finger made obscene squishing noises in her pussy. She gasped and moaned, forcing her legs apart even wider, clawing the floor with her toenails. Her finger pistoned and the fuck itch reached a level of maddening intensity inside her.

"I'm coming!" she gasped, her words echoing in the bathroom. "Look at me, George, I'm coming!"

As the spasms jolted her, she gasped and grunted, grinding her ass in circles on the toilet seat, fucking her finger with her frothing, exploding cunt as hard as her finger was fucking her. She arched her back, shoving her swollen tits high and rubbing them madly against her caressing, grasping hand. As she came, she imagined Gary's stiff cock plunging in her pussy, his hard chest grinding against her tits.

"Feels so good!" she grunted. "Oh yesss!" As her orgasm subsided, she slumped back on the toilet. The finger that had been up her pussy was dripping with a clear, syrupy fluid, and she sucked it clean, tasting her tart female fuckjuice. She enjoyed the taste. She wondered what it would be like to suck another woman's cunt.

She thought about the women, in the magazines who licked each others' pussies. She thought of the paperboys mentioning the "Lesbo Lady" on their route. She'd have to ask the boys about this so-called "Lesbo Lady." Maybe the boys could introduce her to the woman.

Five minute later, Jennifer was in her car on the way to the supermarket. She realized she was famished, that she hadn't eaten a decent breakfast since George's death, and there wasn't a decent thing in the house to eat.

After getting up off the toilet, she'd washed her face and brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair, but she hadn't washed her pussy. She liked the feel of being messy and slippery between her cuntlips. As she drove, dressed in her blouse, jeans and sandals, she could smell her cunt – a musky aroma that appealed to her. At the supermarket, as she wheeled her shopping cart up and down the aisles, she became aware that she was attracting the attention of most of the men she passed. Now that she was a free woman again, she could take notice of their interest, could respond to the men with smiles, or with a wiggle of her ass.

She imagined herself doing a slow striptease as every man in the store crowded into one aisle to watch her. She imagined them taking out their cocks and masturbating as she showed them her tits, her ass, her pussy. If she bent over, they mount her one by one, each of them humping her like that mongrel stud who had humped the bitch out in front of her house yesterday afternoon.

By the time she got to the check-out lane, she was tingling all over. Her pussy pounded like her heart, and she had trouble controlling her breathing. She hardly knew where she was. All she wanted to do was go somewhere and jerk off to relieve her sexual tension. Maybe then she could think straight again.

As the cashier rang up her purchases, she noticed the bag boy stealing glances at her tits. He was a sheepish, gangly, auburn-haired teenager, and his adam's apple bobbed as he ogled her tits and repeatedly swallowed. He filled Jennifer's grocery bags mechanically, his green eyes focused on her tits instead of on what he was doing. Her blouse was half open and the inner bulges of her voluptuous tit-mounds were hard to miss.

Jennifer walked ahead of the boy to her car, her sandals clacking on the asphalt parking lot. She'd parked at the far side of the lot, near a concrete-block wall. It was a long walk to her car, and she could hear the bag boy breathing down her neck as he stumbled along behind her. She'd glimpsed a raging hard-on in his pants, and she knew without a doubt that he was dying to bend her over and stick his cock up her pussy.

At the car, she opened up the trunk so the boy could put the groceries in it. She opened the driver's side front door and sat down at the edge of the seat, her sandals resting outside on the asphalt, her legs spread. She realized she'd parked in the most secluded, out of the way spot on the parking lot.

"Let me find you a tip," she said, rummaging in her purse as the boy stared down at her and tried to see even farther down her blouse. "I know you're in a hurry to get back, but it won't take but a second."

"No hurry," the boy said. "I'm on break for the next fifteen minutes."

Jennifer dropped her purse and looked up. "Oh, you are? Well, that's good because I seem to be completely out of cash, and I used my last check to pay for groceries. I'll have to find a teller machine or something."

"It's no big deal," the boy said. "I don't expect a tip."

"But you've done such an excellent job, and you've been so courteous. I'd feel guilty if I didn't offer you a tip of some kind. Let's see, I don't have any money, so what else could I give you?"

She eyed the boy's throbbing erection, moistening her lips as she flicked her tongue between them.

"I see," Jennifer said. "I'd be delighted."

Although her hands trembled as she unzipped the boy's jeans, she was surprised at how calmly she could speak, at how fluently her words came out. It was as if she'd done this hundreds of times before.

The boy's cock was too big and hard to pull it out through his fly, so she pulled his pants down. His jockey briefs tented out at her, and she pulled them down too. The boy's cock sprang out, throbbing. It was uncut, and his glossy red fuck-knob half covered with foreskin. The smell of it bit her like smelling salts and made her momentarily dizzy.

"Suck it!" the boy whispered, driving his wet cockhead at her mouth. "Awwww suck it!"

As Jennifer wrapped her hand around his prickshaft, his foreskin peeled back all the way. His cockhead was covered with a moist, cheesy film. As his prick-knob slipped into Jennifer's mouth, Jennifer had to close her eyes and hold her breath for a few moments to keep from gagging. Once she was used to the taste, however, she began to suck hungrily. As she munched on the boy's succulent prickhead, as she slid her lips up and down his cockshaft, she pumped her hand up and down, working his foreskin.

"Awwww yeahhhh!" the boy moaned. "Tongue it! Suck it!"

He shoved his hands down Jennifer's blouse, feeling her tits all over as she sucked his cock.

Jennifer felt the vibrations and contractions of the boy's cock coming rapidly and rhythmically, and she knew he'd be shooting off any second if she continued sucking him. She didn't want him to come yet – they were just getting started, after all – so she spat his cock out.

"You wanna suck on my tits?" she said.

"Christ yes!"

"They're all yours."

The boy dropped to his knees between her legs. His face was flushed redder than his hair. Jennifer unbuttoned her blouse, and he pushed it off her shoulders, baring her tits completely.

"Christ, what knockers!"

The boy grabbed one tit in each hand, feeling it, squeezing it, making its nipple nearly pop. Pushing her tits together, he started to lick her cherries, slobbering hot spit all over them.

Jennifer's eyes rolled. Showers of hot tingles saturated her cunt. She chewed her lips to keep herself from whining like a cat. As the tit-hungry teenager started sucking her nipples, she grabbed his big, lusting cock and held onto it for support. It throbbed in her hand, bubbling lube like hot sap.