"I've thought about it. But you don't look the type. I think you're the kind of guy who likes his pussy too much to bother with the other stuff."
"Think so, huh?" He moved closer to her, his hands thrust down deeply into his pockets. "You ever suck a guy off, lady?"
This didn't upset Jeri at all. She liked it. "Why do you ask? Is that what you go for instead of the real thing?"
"Getting sucked off is the real thing, too, lady."
She nodded and kept her eyes on his face. His face was thin but not unpleasant to look at. He was, in fact, not a bad looking boy at all. "Why don't you take out your… cock… and let me see it," she said, looking away from him for just an instant and then training her eyes back on him quickly.
"Thought you wanted me to take off my pants?"
She placed her hands over her tits and breathed deeply. "Well… do something, or we'll be standing here all night talking."
"You in a hurry to get shafted, lady?"
She smiled. "Take your time, if you want to." She looked away again for an instant. "I understand how it is with some guys."
"Don't worry, lady. I got a hard-on already, if that's what you're talking about." "Take your pants off," she said, growing impatient with him. "Let me see it." "You're really hot, ain't you? What's your name, lady?" She shrugged. "Jeri." "No last name?"
"You don't need it, but I'll tell you if you want to know." "Never mind. Say, why haven't you got your clothes off?"
"All right. Want me to undress in front of you? Is that it?" "Yeah, I'd like to see that."
"All right, I'd like to do it, too." Jeri stripped off her dress quickly and stood before him clad only in bra and pantyhose. She never wore anything beneath her pantyhose, at least when she was going out on the town. This gave her a feeling of recklessness that she enjoyed at such times. "There," she said. "How do you like it so far?"
"Haven't seen much yet," he said, but she noted his voice had changed its pitch, which was certain indication that something was happening to him, something sexy and good. "Let me see your tits, lady."
"You can call me Jeri," she smiled.
"Hmm. That's nice. I like that name."
She glanced at him quickly. "Get on with it," she ordered. "I brought you here to have some sex fun. Do you want to have some or not?"
"Sure. I wouldn't mind fucking you, Jeri."
"Thanks," she said, not without some dryness.
He laughed. "Don't get uptight about me. I'm not a bad guy. I just can't believe what's happening to me."
She sighed and smiled almost at the same time. "I think I understand that." She unhooked her bra, watching him carefully every moment, and tossed the bra away. Her tits were lovely and when they sprang out, freed from the confinement of the bra, the boy stared at them hard. He moistened his lips. "Do they please you, Joe?" she asked softly.
"Jesus, lady, you got yourself a sweet pair of knockers there. Man!" "I'm glad you like them, Joe."
"I'd like to suck 'em a bit later. Right now, I'd like to see you take off your pantyhose and shoes."
She removed her shoes quickly and began to push the hose down over her hips, but not quite far enough down to reveal her cunt. "I think you had better strip, too, Joe. I don't like to have a boy make me when he's dressed."
The kid was naked in nothing flat, it seemed. She stared at his nudity and felt the old wild passion spread over her as it always did when she first glimpsed a young boy's nakedness. His cock was very hard, she noted happily. Very hard and very long. Good. She liked long ones.
"Do you like what you see, lady?" His lips were parted and through the dim light Jeri noted that he was perspiring heavily.
"Yes. You have a good body, Joe." She pushed off her pantyhose and threw them aside, standing tall, allowing her tits to heave considerably. "Do you like the way I look, Joe?"
"I told you before. You look great to me. Your legs are real good, lady, and you're getting me pretty damn hot."
"Want to fuck, Joe?" she asked wantonly.
He grinned somewhat nervously. "Yeah," he said, somewhat hesitantly. "Of course I want to fuck, lady. Ain't that what you brought me here for?"
"You like to fuck in bed, on the floor – where?" She eyed him lustfully. She could feel the desire building deep within her.
It was building in him, also. His eyes had a look of intense excitement in them, although he appeared to be trying to show her what a cool cat he was. "I'll fuck you any old place, lady. Stick it into you any old way. You name it. I'll do it."
"Let's go to bed then, Joe. Follow me." She led the way to her bedroom door and he followed. She didn't turn on the bedroom light, but stretched out her hand to him. He took it and clasped it with considerable strength. She liked that, too. Men and boys should have strength in their hands. Sometimes she thought she could tell almost how good a boy would be in bed – just by the strength of his handshake.
She led him straight to the bed and falling down upon it, pulled him down on top of her. His hot young body started fucking at her immediately, like a male dog going after a bitch in heat. His cock was striking her legs, her hips, her belly, everywhere but her cunt. Turning on her back and pulling on his arms, she got him to top her in a better position so that now she could reach between their bodies and grasp his hot, rubbery prick. It thrilled her to touch it, just as it always thrilled her to touch a male organ, especially such a youthful cock. She thrust the head of it into her cunt and at the same time he pushed hard. His prick shot into her and she groaned loudly. He pulled back, adjusted his position somewhat, and thrust deeply into her again, with determination.
"Oh… " she groaned. "You do have a big one, Joe. Now use it. Fuck the hell out of me, baby."
He snorted but said nothing.
"Fuck me, baby," she repeated, wanting him to talk "dirty" to her. "I am fucking you, lady. What do you think I'm doing?"
"Ah… " she moaned when he began to slow down a little and to strike her sensitivities more properly. "Ah… that is good. Stroke me long, Joe… stroke me long and slow. I love it. I love to fuck."
"Yeah," he responded, grunting the word. "I don't mind a good piece of ass myself. How about you Frenching me later?"
"We'll do a sixty-nine, Joe," she gasped as he rammed his cock into her brutally.
"Jesus, you got a tight cunt, lady. It really grabs my prong and hangs on."
"Oh… fuck me good, Joe," she begged him, hoping he would continue speaking to her in this manner.
"I'm fucking your tight cunt, lady, as best I can. If you don't like my fucking, say so."
In answer, she wrapped her legs and arms about him tightly. She also pushed her cunt up to him and tried to hold it high, but his rapid, powerful, battering strokes forced her to lay back flat on the bed. She wished she had thought to put a pillow under her ass, but no matter. His cock was young and hard and what else really mattered, except that it was deep inside her cunt? God, how wonderful it was to live this way, to go out and pick up a strange young boy and bring him home and take all he had. There was no thrill like it in all the world for Jeri. None at all. She almost pitied the ordinary housewife with her one-shot husband. Even now, as she was being hammered vigorously by such young cock, a small trace of scorn crept through her and her mouth puckered as if in disdain for any sexually unsatisfied woman.
She had no more time for thinking – she had her first sudden, wild orgasm, the kind she constantly strived to enjoy. Wild, quick, sudden, unexpected, that was the way she liked an orgasm to be. Usually it was a building process… this was all right, too, but the wild, sudden ones… they were fabulous.
"Oh… baby… " she moaned. "You're good."
"So I've been told, lady." He did not appear to be holding back through any overdose of modesty.
Jeri didn't mind. In fact, she rather liked a male who bragged about his powers, provided that same male could back up his words with appropriate cock action.
"Do it to me," she cried, sounding for the moment like a very young girl.