Joanne pulled her chair around next to Denny, her thigh against his. "Was she all wet between her legs?" The conversation was getting her hotter than she had expected. It was great!
He nodded, not believing his ears.
"Have you fucked her yet?" Her pussy was oozing for a taste of the young boy's cock.
"She's a virgin," Denny admitted, wishing Karen had let him stick his cock in her last night.
"Are you a virgin too?" Joanne asked, hoping he was and dying to show, him all the excitement of sex.
He blushed and nodded. "Yes," he mumbled, the pressure of her thigh against him making him woozy.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Denny," she said. "We're all virgins at one time in our life." She rested her hand on his thigh. "Karen turn you down?"
"Yea." He frowned, tensing from her hand as it kneaded his leg, inching toward his crotch.
"What would you do if you had the chance to fuck someone?" she asked, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Hell," he said, his chest swelling. "I'd jump at the chance. Most of my friends have lost their virginity."
"I'll bet they all lost it to the same girl, huh?"
Denny looked surprised. "How did you know?" he asked incredulously.
"There's always one girl around who usually puts out for all the boys. When I was a kid, it was Marsha Gibb." She winked. "Who's your little hot-pantied whore?"
"Patti Towers," Denny said, thinking about all the times he had a chance to fuck her, but chickened out.
"How come you haven't fucked her yet?" she asked, rubbing his thigh, but keeping her fingers from the obvious bulge in his pants.
Denny decided to be truthful. "I chickened out at first. Now she won't let me."
Joanne was beside herself with joy. Denny was the perfect choice, shy, good looking with a strong desire to lose his cursed virginity. "Would you fuck her now, if you had the chance?"
"Shit, yeah," Denny said. "I tried, but God damn it, she just laughed. All she did was get me hot, then left."
"What if you had the chance to do it with someone else?"
"There isn't anyone else," he said. "Karen will let me feel her titties, and once in awhile go into her jeans, but Christ, she'll never let me fuck her."
Joanne picked his hand off the table and laid it on her thigh. "What about me?" she purred, his hand stiffening as it came in contact with her leg.
"You? But… but…" He couldn't express his thoughts. The idea was too fantastic for his young innocent mind to comprehend.
"Don't you think I'm pretty enough?" she teased. She held his trembling hand on her leg.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Benson. I… didn't mean…"
"Then, what do you mean, Denny?" she sighed, moving his hand under her robe, his hot palm touching the cool flesh of her thigh. "Am I too old?" She was having a ball and his hand was sending shivers up her spine.
"No," he protested. "You're perfect, but…"
"No buts about it," Joanne said. "I think you're a handsome young man and I'd bye making it with you."
He gazed at her, his hand on her leg. He didn't notice, from his nervousness, that he was massaging her flesh. "You teasing me like Patti did?" he asked suspiciously.
"I would never lead you on. I'll give you everything I have. I might tease you for a minute, but…" She winked. "You'll never be frustrated or disappointed."
She spread her slender legs and leaned back in the chair. "Touch my pussy and see how wet I am," she sighed.
Denny slipped his hand over her hot flesh, and his hand hesitated when he touched the hair of her cunt.
"Go on," she urged, shaking inside for him to finger her pussy. "Touch my cunt, Denny. Touch it."
Denny was entranced with the older woman's sexuality. His burning desire to touch her overwhelmed him and he put his hand on her cunt, feeling the heat exuding from her gash and the warm juice on his fingers. It was more thrilling than with Karen.
"Am I wetter than Karen?" Joanne asked, squirming her ass on the chair as she creamed his hand cupping her twat.
"Oh, yes," he gasped, afraid to move his hand. His eyes filled with passion and desire for this gorgeous woman.
"Finger-fuck me, Denny. Finger-fuck me." She placed her hand between her legs, the robe opening, exposing her flesh for his stare. She pushed his hand against her pussy, pushing his fingers to get him to bury one inside the aching void of her cunt. "Pleasssse, finger-fuck me."
Denny was crazed by the older woman's passion. Karen had never acted like this. It was always a big deal, a favor. Christ! Mrs. Benson really wanted him to touch her!
He pushed his finger into the heated wetness of her exposed pussy, gazing in awe at her bare thighs, her furry patch of pussy hair and her raw cunt meat, his finger hidden inside.
"Use all your fingers," Joanne moaned, rocking her hips against his hand and buried finger. "Use them all!"
Denny, not believing it possible, tried pushing the rest of his fingers into her hot eager snatch. To his surprise and delight, his fingers were swallowed up by her cunt. He pumped them in and out, captivated by the pulsing of her cunt against his squiggling fingers. "Jeez!" he groaned, using his fingertips against the soft walls of her wet oozing cunt.
Joanne moaned, trying to keep her wits about her. There were many things she wanted to do with this boy before giving into her passion and having his cock deep inside her pussy. She pulled at her robe, opening it completely and exposing her body to his wide-eyed stare. "Squeeze my tits," she moaned. "Squeeze my tits."
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, gaping at her abundantly large tits. Karen's were nice, but, Christ, Mrs. Benson's tits were mountains! He grabbed one of her tits with his free hand, not giving up her cunt. He massaged the soft jiggling flesh as she squirmed under his manipulations.
"Let me stand up," she moaned.
Denny pulled his hand out of her pussy, his fingers coated with warm sticky pussy juice. He stared at them, blinking.
Joanne saw his wonder. "It's the juice that greases your prick when you're fucking me. Makes it easy. You can wipe it off on my robe."
The strong tangy aroma from her cunt juice filled his head. He wanted to lick it, taste it, but was afraid she would disapprove at this crucial moment and change her mind.
Joanne stood and stepped beside him, shaking as she pressed his head to her flat warm belly. "Oh, Denny! You're getting me all hot and horny." She ran her hand through his curly brown hair. "Finger me again, Denny. My pussy is aching for you."
"Yes, Mrs. Benson," he groaned, his prick throbbing for her. His fingers slipped easily into her hot juice-laden cunt. The odor from her pussy, so close to his face, was driving him wild.
"You getting hot?" Joanne asked as she screwed her pussy down on his persistent fingers.
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Benson," he groaned. "My cock is killing me." He squirmed uncomfortably in the chair, his dick driving him mad to put it inside Mrs. Benson's body.
"I'll take care of it real soon, Denny," she promised as she humped his penetrating fingers. "Real soon."
He held her tight, his other hand around her waist, drawing her closer, her womanly scent making his mind whirl in delirium. "Oh, Mrs. Benson," he cried, unable to hold himself back and remain passive. "Please let me fuck you! Please!"
Joanne stepped back, his fingers coming out of her hot gripping cunt. She glared at him, her own passion mounting to the boiling point. She bit her lips, getting control of herself. She wanted his cock, but she denied herself the luxury, wanting it to last and wanting to torment the boy and herself at the same time.
"You can fuck me later, Denny," she sighed, fighting the urge to drop to the floor and let the boy ravage her body. "I want to play around first. You do as I say and I promise, it won't be long. Okay?"
He nodded, leering longingly at her naked figure. Christ! I almost blew it! he thought. "I'll do anything you say, Mrs. Benson," he said. "Honest."