When the pleasure began mounting in her loins, Della opened the top buttons on the front of her dressing gown and cupped one of her luscious tits in her hand. Throwing her head back, Della began squeezing and fondling her hard nipples while the finger of the other hand urgently rubbed the wet hardness of her turgid clitoris.
Her world of sexual fantasy was suddenly shattered by the sound of the doorbell. Quickly withdrawing her finger from the hot moistness of her slit, she walked shakily over to answer it.
"Hi, Mrs. Conway," beamed Scott Wilson when she opened the door.
"Hello, Scott," she answered in a trembling voice. "Won't you come in."
"Thank you," the big redhead answered as he entered. "Is Linda home?"
"I'm sorry," said Della. "She's gone over to Porterville with her dad."
"Well," he sighed, "I won't bother you any further. Will you tell her I called?"
"Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee with me?" Della asked, suddenly thinking that having someone to talk with would keep her mind off Earl Morgan's cock.
"Well," he hesitated.
"Come on," she insisted. "It's all ready."
"Is Linda still in the dog house?" Scott asked as they sat in the living room sipping coffee.
"Yes. And she'll stay there until she apologizes."
"What did she do?"
"That's something she'll have to tell you herself," smiled Della. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Not much," he grinned. "Not much of anything since Linda's been confined to quarters."
As they chatted, Della was aware of the strange way the boy was staring at her, and then she remembered that the top of her house coat was open. The thought of the boy staring hungrily at her naked half-exposed tits seemed rather exciting to Della. Even if the big redhead was only twenty years old, it was fun to watch the wild expression on his face. Watching him, the horny woman suddenly wondered how it would feel to be fucked by this big stud. The more she thought about it, the more her steaming cunt began to itch. After all, Linda had fucked Earl Morgan; why not let herself enjoy Scott's hard cock?
"Do you like them?" she suddenly asked. "Like what?"
"My boobs," Della smiled. "You've sure been staring at them."
"I'm sorry," the boy blushed, turning his eyes away.
"Don't be sorry," giggled Della. "It's flattering to have a nice man admiring my jugs."
"I really didn't mean to stare," the embarrassed boy continued. "But they are pretty."
"How about my nipples?" she asked, completely opening the top of her dressing gown. "Do you like them?"
"Hell, yes," he gulped, rising to his feet. "But I think I'd better be leaving."
"Are you afraid of me, Scott?" Della whispered, suggestively running her finger across her big swollen nipple.
"No, Mrs. Conway," he blushed. "I just have lots of things I must attend."
"Please stay a longer," Della smiled. "You could find me very interesting."
"Are you putting me on?" he suddenly asked. "I'm just twenty years old and you're a beautiful woman."
"You might be only twenty," she looked at him with a teasing grin. "But you look man enough to handle the job for me."
Blushing as he looked at her, Scott's cock was pounding wildly in his pants at the thought of stuffing it up between the beautiful woman's legs. He didn't know whether she was only teasing him, and Scott didn't want to make a fool of himself.
"Scott," she whispered, reaching out and taking his hand as he stood in front of her. "I want you to show me something before you leave."
"What's that?"
"Your cock," she answered. "I can see you have a hard-on, but I want to see if the hair around your prick is the same fiery red as that on your head."
"It is."
"Come here," she whispered, drawing him toward her. "I want to see."
When the boy nervously obeyed, she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. Smiling up at him, she dropped his pants down around his ankles and quickly lowered his shorts.
"My God," she gasped, staring at his smooth prick thrusting up from a thick growth of flaming red cock hairs that swirled around just above the base of his shaft as well as covering his massive balls. There was a meaty thickness to his rigid dick that sent a flood of hot pussy juice oozing out of her cunt.
"Jesus, Scott, that's same cock," she whispered, wrapping her cool fingers around the hardness of it.
A wild thrill raced through the boy's entire body when she leaned forward and tenderly swirled her hot wet tongue around his bloated cockhead. He could tell from the hungry lust in her eyes that Della Conway was hot and ready to fuck. He no longer thought she was merely teasing him.
"Scott," she smiled, releasing his rod and rising to her feet. "Will you come up to my bed with me? I want that big beauty rammed up my cunt."
"Sure," he grinned as she took his hand and led him toward the stairs.
The boy knew damn well this would be an experience he'd never forget. Walking up the stain ahead of him, Della slowly removed her robe, folding it over her arm as Scott stared at the creamy soft flesh of her deliciously bare ass.
Spreading herself out on the bed, she took Scott's hand and drew him down beside her. Facing him, Della began grinding her hot wet pussy up against him, his big stiff dong burning deliciously against her naked flesh.
"Gee, Mrs. Conway," the boy panted. "You feel so nice and soft."
"And you feel so nice and hard," she giggled.
Feeling his stiff dick throbbing against her naked body, Della remembered how good his smooth cock had tasted when she lightly licked it a few minutes ago. Although she'd often sucked on both her husband's and Earl Morgan's pricks, neither of them had ever shot their load off in her mouth. Both men had always rammed their cocks into her cunt when she'd built up the excitement with her lips. This had never particularly bothered Della as she had no wild desire to have her mouth filled with jizz, but she suddenly had a crazy urge to taste the man's cum.
Crawling down until her soft cheek was on his belly and the tip of her nose nestled in the wiry growth of fiery red cock-hairs just above the base of his stiff shaft, she wrapped her fingers around his smooth dick and began tenderly stroking it.
"Does this feel nice?" she whispered, her fingers moving up over his big mushroom-shaped cockhead, teasing them around the sensitive rim of the bloated knob.
"God, almighty!" he gasped.
Holding the base of his trembling shaft, she rubbed the thick meatiness of it under her chin and across her neck. The heat and hardness of his rod sent electric tingles racing through her loins. Moving her head further down, she momentarily studied the beauty of his shiny cockhead, and then tenderly kissed the sensitive knob. Swirling her juicy tongue around the bulb of hot throbbing meat, she thoroughly soaked it with her sweet warm spit.
Having still not put it in her mouth, she firmly held the base of his cock in her right hand, and after brushing her tong dark hair back from her face with the other, she reached down between his legs and probed her finger around the tight ring of his asshole.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Conway," the boy shuddered, feeling her finger teasing his sensitive shitter.
Then opening her lips wide, Della lowered her head down, sucking his delicious big cockhead deep into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned around his big dick. Her lovely face was flushed with excitement, beads of perspiration popping out on her upper lip and forehead. Sucking deeply on his smooth rod, the tip of her lewd middle finger was in his asshole. He rocked his hips back and forth, pushing his dick in and out of her mouth.