Knowing that soon she would give in to the demands of her son, she went to the mainland deliberately to seek out a man. And her thoughts had turned to Jerry Howard, the attendant at the service station. When she tied up her boat at the town dock, he was standing in the doorway, idly watching her approach up the street. She turned in to the station and he called, “Hi there, Mrs. Fletcher, need the wagon?” She came up to him and smiled, arching her back so her large, firm boobs thrust out at him. He noticed them and licked his lips suggestively. “No, Jerry. I don't need the car today, just… shopping around.” “Ha, ha. Shopping, huh? Well, what have I got that you might need?” He leered at her, and she stared back at his bulge and thought she saw it surge. “I don't really know, Jerry.
I haven't seen all you've got to offer,” she tossed right back at him.
Jerry got the message quickly. He nodded. Glancing about to make sure he was not overheard, he spoke to her in a hurried voice. “Mrs.
Fletcher, if I'm reading you right, I'm your boy. Take your station wagon and go to the intersection of First Avenue and Drexel. Wait there. I'm off this afternoon, and I have an idea we can have a real good time.” She stared hard into his eyes. Then, drawing close so no casual eye could see, she reached down and rubbed his bulge. God, he must be hot for it, she thought, for she felt it swell and broaden in her hand. Gently she rubbed it, and it lengthened, and he squirmed.
“Mrs. Fletcher-” “Mara,” she murmured, rubbing her nipple-hardened tit against his arm. “Mara, if you do that ten more minutes I'll come in my pants,” he said shakily. “In fact,” he removed her hand and kissed it, “if you don't stop right now, I'll come in your fist.” He laughed at her and she grinned back, her eyes gleaming. “First and Drexel, huh?” He nodded. Then he turned and nearly ran to get the station wagon for her. In a short time it was there and he helped her in and shut the door. “Give me about thirty minutes,” he panted. “Where are we going?” “Up into the hills about three miles. I have a little cabin and there's no one else around this time of the week.” She mounted him and, reaching down, seized his huge cock. Placing the swollen knob between her slickened cunt-lips, she settled down on it. Slowly she slid down its length until she squatted upon his hairy belly. Reaching back, she tickled his balls, and he squirmed and thrust the bulk of his cock as far up her slit as it would go. Then, leaning over and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to bounce up and down on his cock, feeling it spread her and pierce her, making her cunt quiver with sensations she had not felt for twelve long months. She gasped and her muscles deep inside her cunt clasped and milked at his cock, “making him grimace and strain to retain control of his climax. Her fuck-juice was running down her thighs, her need and excitement making it spring from her. His own lubrication was flowing and it made her glide up and down his rod, a slick, steaming ride. “God, this is good,” she moaned. Jerry grunted and, holding on to her tits, he thumbed the nipples, making her shiver and thrust down more quickly.
His hips rotated, thrusting upward, and she felt the heavy knob of his cock pound against her cervix. Meeting her at the edge of town, he had waved to her to follow him up into the hills. They left the main blacktop road and drove slowly up a small, tree-lined graveled road, coming to a halt finally at a small, neat cabin, attractive and cool. Inside there were two bunks, soft chairs, a kitchenette and plenty of room. The floor was covered with throw rugs of various sizes and colors. Neither of them had wasted any time. He pulled her to him and began to unbutton her light blouse, making her nipples rouse by rubbing his palms over them lightly. Her hands went to his belt buckle and soon they were squirming out of their various garments.
His hard-on thrust out his shorts in the front and she knew from the bulge that he was no little man in that department. Slowly, teasing him and herself, she pushed the waistband down, and allowed the flared cockhead to appear. Broad and dark, moist and throbbing, it popped up, the small slit oozing liquid. Down she pushed and more of him appeared, and then the shorts dropped and she looked at a manly cock. Not as long nor as thick as her son's, but a good cock to operate on. Leaning forward from her knees, she had kissed it, licking the sticky fluid and mouthing the surface of the knob. Then she took it entirely into her mouth and sucked, hollowing her cheeks. He groaned and thrust gently into her hot, moist cavern, and then withdrew, pushing her head away. “I love it, honey. And I want it that way later. Right now I want to push it as deeply into your cunt as it will go, and rotate it there, slow and easy.” “Just what I was thinking about, man.” She lay hack upon the bunk nearest her and, reaching clown, began to play with herself as he removed his socks and came to her, his big cock swinging and bobbing as he walked. She noticed his big balls and thought that he had a quart of cum to squirt into her cunt. She hoped as he straddled her, his lips nearing her tits, that he would not be a rabbit. She liked a man to remain with her, in her, a long time, and come as often as he could. At least twice. He sucked on her nipples, drawing them out with his lips until they were hard and long, one of his hands playing with her cunt in the meantime, twitching her clit and rubbing it until it rose and quivered, making her cunt quake and leak with waiting slick fuck-juice. “Here it is, honey,” he gasped and, taking his cock in his fist, he eased the broad, pulsing head to her cunt-lips and eased it in. It spread the lips and found its way to the hole between the second pair of pink, moist lips within her cunt, the opening to her vagina. Deep and damp and dark, the channel stretched before him.
He found the hole and the flared rim slipped inside with a little pressure, being laved with her hot, steaming liquid. He was breathing deeply and his hips twitched, sending his cock three inches deep into her tunnel. Then he settled himself and thrust deeply, and he was all the way into her. She groaned and, kicking high, wrapped her legs about his back, locking her heels. Her agile ass began bobbing up and down, making the long slide to meet him, slapping against his sweaty belly, making a pat-pat-pat sound, squishy and liquid. He held on to her shoulders and, his lips glued to hers, his tongue roving deep inside her mouth, he began to pour it to her, sending his cock all the way into her with each thrust. His heavy balls pounded upon her asscheeks and his cum-juice streamed from him, making her vagina hot and moist and slick. She was moaning with pleasure, her arms about his shoulders. Then she slid a hand between them and felt of his bouncing balls and squeezed them gently. They were swollen and hard with loads of cum and she shivered in ecstasy at the thought of all that pouring hot and wet deep inside her cunt. Mara's hot slit enclosed his long, hard cock. Her full breasts, swollen with desire and spiked with tingling nipples, flattened against his hairy chest, the points punching into his flesh. They kissed with the pure delight of kissing, an endless luxury of thrusting tongues parrying for position in panting mouths. Her mouth was ravishing, hot and sweet, and he sucked at her tongue, loving the touch and hardening more at her manipulation of it within his mouth. She worked her hand down again and around to his rear, finding the crevice of his ass and the small, puckered hole. He was thrusting and fucking, his hips bouncing and twisting, making his firm cock slash in and out of her hot, juicy cunt. She raised her knees to make his furious lunges more comfortable; tremendously excited and eager, she wanted him deep inside her all the time and moaned as he withdrew to slip it deeply into her cunt again. She felt him fill her and then retreat, seeming nearly to draw her inside out with his cock. Her belly spasmed. His loins were pressed flush with her own, in a tight, hot, liquid contact. His cock was buried in her hot, pulsing cunt and he groaned, at the beginning of his climax. Jerry was breathing in great, sucking lungfuls of air. His eyes were squeezed closed, his big jaw clenched, teeth showing in a tortured grimace. He granted again.