Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

After dinner and washing the dishes, Irene watched TV and tried to ignore the lonesome feelings creeping over her. The house was too quiet without Dan. She hadn't realized until now just lonely she felt being separated from her husband for the first time since their marriage.

Shortly before ten the phone rang, startling her. It was Pete announcing he and his son had just gotten home from an afternoon and evening on the town.

"The kid's a chip off the old block, Irene," Pete said prideful. "He eyed every chick that passed us on the street. The kid's gonna be a real stud."

"Just like his daddy," Irene chuckled dryly. "Yeah! Wait till you meet him." Pete laughed. "He'll drool when he sees you. Boy, I'll really make points with the kid! I'm sending him over."

Before Irene could speak the phone went dead. The day-long wait and anticipation had drained her and now she wasn't so sure she could be as receptive to the teenager as she and Pete had planned. Additionally, anger flared inside her from the way in which Pete had calmly announced he was ready for her to offer his son whore services. She hadn't heard a word from him or his boy all day. Now, at Pete's convenience, the boy was being sent over for her sexual tutoring.

Despite her anger Irene rushed to brush her long blonde hair and recheck her light makeup. She was applying fresh lipstick when the doorbell rang.

Rory Howell was a surprise in more ways than one. First, the boy had a self-assured swagger, and that instantly put Irene on the defensive. She had expected a meek, virginal boy, timid and withdrawn, needing her gentle coaxing and guidance. Instead, the teenager she ushered into her house boldly eyed her curvaceous body, flashed a lewd, approving grin and winked.

"Shit, the old man said he'd fixed me up," Rory sneered. "I was expecting some old cow, but, motherfucker, the old dude has some snap after all. I'm startin' to like his style."

He brushed aside her offer of a Coke and helped himself to a beer from the refrigerator. He guzzled the beer in a way that proved it wasn't his first. Throughout their brief introduction, his hot eyes appraised the generous swelling of her tits through her silky blouse, and he repeatedly made known his approval.

"Why don't we cut the shit and fuck," Rory finally said, downing his beer and belching.

"You're a pretty fresh kid, aren't you?" Irene said, on the verge of calling the whole thing off and sending the brash young stud packing.

He shrugged. "Just don't dig wasting time when my balls are so fuckin' heavy," he said with a world-weary sigh. "You some kinda prick teaser?" he added, squinting his eyes.

"Ask your father," Irene snapped, her anger on a fast rise.

The boy laughed. "Hey, take it easy," he said, stepping up to her, his eyes glued to her tits. "I thought everything was arranged. I mean, I figured we both knew why I was here. Right?"

There was something about the boy that, for all of his bravo smugness and cock attitude, Irene found strangely appealing. It was at this moment she realized her second surprise while confronting Pete's kid. The boy was quite cute in a scruffy, Huck Finn sort of way. His sandy colored hair and bright blue eyes were a perfect compliment to his freckles. Also, a fast glance down at his fly told her he wasn't bashful about the throbbing hard-on he was sporting. In short, Irene decided the boy might be fun having around the lonely, quiet house for the night.

"Did I give you that?" she said, pointing toward his crotch.

Her sudden boldness obviously surprised him, but he recovered quickly. He laughed, but couldn't hide the light blush that slowly colored his boyish face.

"You bet," he snapped, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her back.

"Hey, down boy," she giggled, moving out of his embrace. "Turn away. I want to see your ass. It's the first thing I notice about a guy."

He kept grinning as he slowly turned around. "Shit, this feels weird," he said. "You want me to do a strip now?"

"I'd rather you just showed me your cock," she said, enjoying her role of bluffing the boy with bald talk. "Turn back around and whip it out."

"Maybe we better go to the bedroom first," he said, his voice carrying a slight quiver for the first time.

"Maybe you better do as you're told when you're in my house," she snapped. "I've got to see if you're worth my time, kid."

She thrilled as Rory slowly unbuckled his belt. His smug expression was already fading, and that encouraged Irene to maintain her act a little longer. She sat down at the kitchen table and crossed her long legs. She allowed her skirt to hike up high on her thighs as she watched the boy with a clinical, aloof expression. Inside, her excitement was surging, matching the racing of her pulse as the boy unzipped his fly and slowly pulled out his teenaged cock.

It was then that Irene received her third surprise. His cock practically leaped out of his open fly and surged into a fat and long hunk. She couldn't help but gasp.

"Get your slacks out of the way and step over here," she ordered, her voice tight and husky.

The boy obeyed, dropping his slacks and shorts to his ankles. He stepped out of them and moved toward her, the huge prick wobbling delightfully as he walked.

"Well?" he said, a degree of hit well-deserved smugness coming back into his tone. "Am I worth your time?"

Irene giggled throatily as she reached out and curled her fingers around his fat fuck shaft. "I may keep you locked in my bedroom," she said.

In the next instant she slipped off the dinette chair and crouched down in front of him. This time Rory, gasped in surprise at her bold action, and Irene grinned. She licked her lips and started teasing him by squeezing his bloated cockhead. She pretended she was about to suck his cock into her mouth, then changed her mind. He gazed down at her with a combination of lust and bafflement. His bloated cockhead swelled as she squeezed the base of his cock.

Now her pussy was steaming and she stopped teasing the boy. She flicked her tongue out against his pisser, and Rory instantly shuddered and growled. His hands pressed into her silky hair and his prick wobbled.

"Ooohhh, that's more like it," he rasped.

Irene suddenly jerked her head back and peered up at him. "I can stop this anytime I want," she said firmly, deciding to keep the smug teenager off balance a little longer. "In my house, I make the rules. If you don't like it that way, you may leave right now and go back to your father."

"No, no," he said quickly, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, lady. Just, please don't stop licking my cockhead. It really feels great!"

"Well, a stud like you is probably accustomed to pretty ladies licking your cock," she said, smirking. "Isn't that right?"

"Well, no, not really," he stammered, his blush deepening on his face. "It's happened before, but never with a woman as pretty and sexy as you."

Irene smiled, then casually sucked his fat cockhead into her mouth. She sucked with increasing pressure, making the teenager groan and tug on her hair with his clenched fingers. She cupped his surprisingly meaty balls in her palms as she licked all over his cockhead. She thrilled to the way the boy squirmed on his feet and gasped with pleasure. She knew she had him in her control as she tongued his prick-knob.

Taming this self-assured, brash young man was starting to get to Irene. Her own mounting arousal sizzled her nerves and she felt her cuntlips quiver. Her horny little clit tingled and throbbed and her nipples stiffened as she flicked her tongue up and down the underside of his rigid fuckmeat.

"Oh, fuck, this is great!" the boy rasped.

She damped her lips around his fuck shaft and lapped her tongue over the base of his prick. She slipped her hands off his balls and reached around to squeeze his asscheeks. She explored his asscrack with her fingers as he automatically pushed his cock deep inside her sucking mouth.