It was a cold, rainy day, October as I sat near the window of the image waiting for the grocer to deliver my order. I thought about my husband, who served in the navy, on a carrier. He’d been gone for five months and I was thinking how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We had only been married a month before Ed’s tour began and we made sure that every minute counted. We had to fuck six times a day and in so many different positions during this month.
As I sat there dreaming of these days and nights with Ed, I felt my sexual desires strengthened. I suddenly got straightened when the doorbell rang. It was the grocery store. He had supported his car in our driveway and was standing at the door, soaked. I left my seat in the window and rushed to open the door. There, dripping from head to toe, was a young, hairy blond, teen who asked if he had the right place. I applauded for getting him out in such bad weather, but the boy said he didn’t want to and asked where I wanted to put the bags. I told him he could take them to the kitchen, but he had to let me help him bring them. I said it was the least I could do to show how sorry I was for soaking it and everything. We both crossed the rain to his car and managed to get all the bags in one trip. I was completely drunk now, and we both laughed at the condition we were in.
I recovered two large towels from my closet and gave one to the grocery boy. While we were standing in my kitchen, drying our hair, I noticed that he looked at my chest when I looked elsewhere. I looked at myself, to see what was so curious, and I realized that the wet flannel shirt I was wearing was hanging on my breasts and traced them perfectly. I don’t wear a bra in the house and I didn’t even think about what could happen when I came out in the rain. I looked at the boy and I saw that his face was red like a tomato. He gagged a little and then said he had to go back to the store. I covered my chest with my towel and told the young man that I was sorry to embarrass him and that I would have given him a tip before he left. I let him wait in my kitchen while I picked up my bag in the back room.
That’s where I went a little crazy. While I was getting a few dollars for the grocery store, I thought about how he looked at my breasts covered in wet flannel and decided that I would give him a glimpse of what he really wanted to see. I figured I’d make a quick change to dry panties and a bath gown before I came back. When he went into the kitchen, the young man seemed quite surprised to see that I had changed. I gave him $5 and I thanked him again for his troubles. He turned my back and started for the door. That’s when I unpacked my dress and exposed my breasts. I called the boy and I said, “Oh, before you left, I thought you’d want to see this.” He turned around and almost fell on his own feet when he saw my bare boobs. He was speechless and I said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I noticed you admired my chest before, and I thought I’d let you see my breasts discovered before I left. Consider this as an additional advice to be so kind.” Then I was amazed. The young man, he couldn’t have been over 18, said, “Wow! Your beautiful lady! You mind if… could you tell me… that’s, how big they are… I mean.” I tried to remove a laugh and asked, “You mean, how big are my breasts?” He suffocated with one, “You… yes. If you don’t mind.” I said, “Well, I’m 39” and wears a D bra." The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn’t think he would have the nerve, but he asked me, “Can I touch them? I replied: “Mon, mon. Let’s move on to our shyness! Come here and feel what you want, but that’s all, so you’re gonna have to go. You naughty bastard!” The excited boy came to me and cut my breasts with his hands and slowly tightened them. He was breathing like he’d run a mile and he’d melt and look at my pitchers. I noticed that he had developed a burning duron, the front of his jeans showed a long tubular bump that lowered his right leg. I can’t deny I was very sexy myself. It’s been five months since I had my breasts caressed like the boy did and it was so nice to me.
After a few more minutes of caress, the boy asked if he could kiss one of my breasts. I left my dress on the floor and told him to continue. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn’t stop. The young man started kissing the side of my right chest and all around the 3” areola. I was as hot as a slut in heat. I threw my head back and I said, “Oh, suck my nipple. Please suck on it!” I felt my young lover’s mouth closing around the end of my chest and his tongue began to turn around the nipple raidi. He then started sucking more of my flesh in his mouth. He let my chest out of his mouth and whispered, “Oh, please, ma’am, let me see your pussy!” He continued to knead my breasts while he looked in my eyes, waiting for my answer. I said, it’s okay! But that’s it! It’s over, look. I retired from him and rolled my white cotton panties down to reveal my pussy to the young boy. He rubbed his hardon through his jeans and ruined: You look like those Playboy girls! I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m looking at a real woman’s pussy." I asked him, “Are you leaving while you’re watching these girls at Playboy?” The boy turned red again and yelled that he did. I told him it wasn’t to be ashamed, it was quite normal.
I took my panties off my legs and I was there completely naked. I then asked, “Would you like a real living woman to pose for you while you go out?” The boy couldn’t talk, but he had his pants off in a flash. He pulled his underwear down and his young smooth cock climbed, he was purple with all the tension he had been under. His member was of good size, I would say 7", and I couldn’t get rid of it. The boy took his dick in his right hand and started jerking her off from top to bottom looking at me. I started pose for him when he shot himself. I’d bow and let my breasts hang under me. Then I turned my ass towards him and stretched my legs, revealing my pussy from behind. I was hugging my pitchers together when the boy couldn’t take anymore and fired long shots of sperm on my kitchen floor. The boy collapsed in a chair and just whispered. I was far away to stop there. I asked the boy, “Do you want me to clean your dick?” Then I knelt in front of him and licked his dick still hard. I sucked his dick in my mouth and the boy cried, “I’ll shoot again!” I quickly removed my mouth from him and I told him, “Oh no. Not yet!” Then I gently applied the pressure to the tip of his tail, just below and under the acorn. I said, “Before you shoot again, how about putting your hard dick in my pussy?”
The trembling boy yelled at his head and I ran to the floor of the tile. I looked back and said, “Well, get out of that chair and go behind me. I liked being fucked from behind!” The young boy knelt behind me and started feeling my ass and pussy. I told him to put the end of his dick between the folds of my pussy. Like he did, I had a huge and screaming orgasm, “Oh, come on! Fuck you! Fuck you!” The boy grunted a little and slipped his dick into me. I told him to shake my tits and fuck me. He leaned on my back and reached under me to catch my tits. Then he started fucking my slippery pussy like he’d done it a hundred times before. I had three more orgasms and I felt the kid’s shot inside me at least twice before he took his dick off me.
After we had the opportunity to breathe again, we sat on the floor of the tile, facing us in silence. Finally, the young boy, who had just finished collecting my pussy royally, said, “I still can’t believe I fucked a real woman! I said, “It was absolutely fantastic. Let’s go take a shower and start again!” The boy told me he had to go back to the store an hour ago and his boss would be mad if he didn’t come back soon. I told my new lover to let me take care of it, and asked him if his boss knew his mother. The boy told me his boss had never spoken to his mother, so I took the phone and dialed the grocery store. I asked to talk to the director and when he answered, I said, “Hello, Barry’s mother is calling. Sorry, but Barry can’t go back to work. After his last delivery, he returned home soaked and complained about not feeling well. I managed to get him out of his wet clothes and I took his temperature, orally. He was burning! He’ll take a hot shower and I’ll put him to bed. I’ll try to sweat that fever, but it looks like he’ll be in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!” As I hung up the phone, I felt a warm hand placed on my left herbal tea and turned to see the boy smiling with another duron monster. He said, “A guy couldn’t dream of a better 18-year-old gift than you! My birthday is in three weeks!” I figured if anyone found out I fucked and sucked an 18-year-old kid, I’d never do it! But, the sight of this magnificent and fervoury duron teenager made me forget everything that was right or wrong. While Barry and I were walking to the bathroom, he gently stroked my ass and asked me: “What is 69?” I closed my eyes and said, “Thank you!”