"Suck, baby, suck," he told her.
Suddenly he pulled his prick out of her mouth. Brenda looked at him in a strange way.
"Oh, no, Ken, please… I want it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to feel you cuming."
The agonizing look on her face excited him. He realized that he had pulled his rampaging prick from her mouth just in time. Before she could close her widely ovalled lips over his cock again, she was afraid that he would spew his hot, sticky cum in his hand. Grasping his prick, she pulled it quickly back to her lips. And then he shot his load. As Ken's cock head spewed hot, sticky cum directly into her mouth from his swollen cock head, she swallowed voraciously and bit him gently.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Eat my prick."
His wildly ejaculating cock was squirting its white-hot lewd male cum straight into her mouth and down her throat. The wantonly swallowing young divorcee hadn't sucked savagely like this until her husband fucked her. Ken quickened his strokes, driving hard and deep until she thought she was going to choke.
"Suck me, suck me," he gasped, fucking her face as he'd never fucked before.
The delicious feeling of having her suck him in was driving him almost out of his mind. She was certain that more sperm would erupt from the blood-engorged head of his cock.
"Eat it," he gasped. "Suck off."
Wet, white cum was oozing from his throbbing cock now.
"Ohhh," Ken groaned, "suck off."
Brenda gripped his trembling buttocks and pumped her face hard down against his grinding pelvis as he rammed his exploding cock all the way down her throat. For an instant she thought she would choke on that thick cock meat. Suddenly he erupted his thick, hot liquid, shooting deep into her throat again. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the powerful squirts of hot cum surged deep into her. It filled her face to overflowing with its sticky hot whiteness. The steaming, drenched walls of her throat forced her to pull off. Swallowing now she looked up at him.
"Ken, baby," she whispered, "it tasted so good."
She reached out to play with his balls. And his giant cock was still hard.
"It needed to be sucked," he said.
Finally the panting young man lay exhausted next to her. His rapidly deflating penis disappointed her. At last she trembled to stillness as she lay beside him. Her curvaceous body had excited him so much that he kept shooting his hot, white, sticky male cum to her sucking, hungry mouth.
The lewd act had caused her to realize that she was completely wrong in stopping her husband Charlie from doing what he wanted. A strange kind of euphoria seemed to sweep over her as she looked at him.
"Do you like my cum?" he smiled.
She nodded.
"Did it taste sweet?"
Staring up at him in a new-found horror, Brenda had to admit that it did. What an obscene act, she thought to herself. And then she bit her lip in self-revulsion. It was terrible that she had done this. She'd never felt so guilty in her life. She saw now that all of the lashing hatred that she felt for her ex-husband Charlie had really been for herself. Strange thoughts filtered through her dazed mind as she recognized she might really be a whore at heart. She loved sucking cock. She enjoyed giving Ken a rim job. Only a woman of a whore's mentality could enjoy such carnal acts of wanton lust.
"What are you thinking about?" Ken asked her as he noticed she looked away evasively.
"Nothing," she said as tears quickly began to fill her eyes.
Ken looked at her disgustedly.
"Is that your way of saying thank you?" he demanded. "You shouldn't look at me like that. You should be grateful."
Looking at him with tears streaking her eyes, she admitted, "I was thinking of Charlie. I was thinking of all the hell I caused for him. I was wrong – he was right. He said that he only wanted what any other normal, red-blooded male would expect. I guess he was right. But he shouldn't have married a lady like me. He needed a whore."
Once more she had derailed her thinking so she could make herself out to be a wonderful woman who would never stoop to doing the degrading sexual acts that she had just performed in such a debasing manner.
"But you enjoyed it as much as I did," Ken remind her.
"I know," Brenda admitted sadly, "and that's what hurts. I hate myself for it."
Ken wrapped his arms lovingly around her. Pressing his hot lips on hers, he kissed her passionately. Then pulling away he looked into her eyes and told her with burning sincerity, "You're a mighty good screw. And that's really what every man expects from his wife. Don't chastise yourself anymore. You'll find somebody else."
Shaking her head, Brenda told him she couldn't.
"Charlie was the only man I would ever be able to love. And I let him go."
"There's always someone else," Ken assured her. "Believe that, Brenda. You've got to."
Brenda appreciated Ken's feeling and concern for her.
"If you could service me now and then," she suggested slyly, "we could really make sweet music together."
Ken did not want to be caught in the trap of returning to any female for the second time.
"No way," he shook his head. "I just play in a girl's playpen once. I'm sorry."
A look of hurt surfaced on Brenda's face as she realized what a cool number Ken was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Ken Bronson came home that evening, his mother was concerned.
"Where have you been?" she asked him.
"Oh, I got some work over at Brenda Allan's place," he told her.
"You never do a thing around here," she objected.
"Well, she was paying me," he gave her his reasoning why he seldom did anything at home.
That didn't sit well with his mother. She finished putting the dishes on the table for dinner and then she told him flatly, "Someone around here ought to take the clothes to the laundromat once a week. I'm tired of doing it. Your father says that he's so bushed when he gets home from work he doesn't want to do anything – and he won't."
Ken got the point. He realized he had to help.
"All right, mom," he said begrudgingly, "I'll help you. That'll keep you off my back."
A couple of nights later Ken took the family laundry down to the local laundromat. He didn't enjoy having to do it but he figured that if it would keep his mother off his back he might as well accommodate her request.
As he finished drying the clothes and was standing nearby at a counter folding some sheets, he noticed a stunning-looking blonde who was folding some unusual looking panties. He'd never seen any panties like them before. She had three pairs of black lace panties without any crotch in them. As he looked at them, she stared at him.
"What are you looking at?" she smiled.
"I… I don't know," the young teenage boy hesitated.
"Oh, sure you do," she told him. "You're looking at these."
The blonde girl patted the panties as she slipped them into her laundry basket.
"I'd like to see you in them," Ken said under his breath.
For an instant Ken was fearful that what he had said could bring a terrible response. However, the blonde girl looked at him, eyeing him for a long moment.
"You really mean that, don't you?" she grinned up at him.
"Yes," he insisted.
"All right," she said, "why don't you come over to my place and I can slip into them and let you see what they look like on."
A couple of women who were standing in the distance overheard a portion of the conversation. One woman shook her head disdainfully at the two of them as they walked out together.
"Takes all kinds," one woman said in a husky voice so they both could hear.
The blonde girl didn't turn back.
"Where do you have your car parked?" she asked Ken.
"Over there," he explained, pointing to where he'd parked.