"I don't want to do that," she said softly. "This boy is too good. He is the best I've ever taken."
She sighed and stared out at the road. Only a few cars passed by, for this was not a well-traveled highway, but only a short, side road, on which lived only a dozen or so families. She had picked out this house for that very reason – Edna White did not want many neighbors and especially she did not want others living close to her. Turning about, she entered the house and closed the screen door. It was not a hot day. Neither was it too cool. The temperature was just right – for sex.
"Why doesn't he come?" she asked herself aloud, but softly. "I'm so hot for him. I swear, I'll half kill him with love if he ever arrives." It occurred to her that he very possibly had had trouble in getting the car. Perhaps his parents had wanted to use it. Maybe they had taken it and… well, maybe a lot of things. The point was… the boy wasn't here, and while she had only been with him the one time, that one time had been so magnificent that she had thought about it and dreamed about it for the past forty-eight hours. That pretty, long, slim prick, the way it had felt stabbing deeply into her cunt. She shuddered delightfully now, as she recalled the way he had used it in her. The boy was gifted, no mistake about it. He was sexually gifted as are few men, she thought. Edna was pretty much forced to conjecture on this last thought, for she had not been out with a sufficient number of grown men to really know. Always, she had had this overpowering urge for young boys; even as a young girl she had eyed boys that were not yet ready to partake of sex, though at the time she had not been quite aware of this.
She went to her bedroom, removed all her clothing and put on a skimpy bikini, which she seldom, if ever, wore at the beach. She kept it at home for the purpose of studying her mirrored reflection when she wore it. Sometimes it helped her to look at her body in a mirror while she was naked, but at other times it reassured her to see her reflection clothed in some manner. Edna recognized that these things were simply little quirks she had. She enjoyed her quirks because they were hers and hers alone.
Her bikini on, she stood before a full-length mirror and looked at her body with pleasure. She knew she had a lovely body and while she was not conceited about it, she took great pride in knowing that she could drive a young boy half-crazy with desire any time she wished to do so. All she needed, of course, was the presence of the young boy, in this case, one Rick Howard. Sighing slightly, she deliberately pushed the lower part of her bikini down until the top edge of her pubic hair was revealed. Edna loved to do this – it seemed so terribly and beautifully vulgar. She smiled at her reflection, as with hands on hips, she shot her loins forward and purposely indulged in what she considered to be a degraded look. This was great fun, although a little startling at times. Sometimes it made her wonder if there might not be something terribly evil about herself, but what greater fun could there be than the contemplation of this, while at the same time being able to recognize that the feeling was one of simple nonsense.
Or was it?
At any rate, Edna smiled again, withdrew from the mirror and walked into the front room. Her heart nearly leaped out of her when she saw the boy, Rick, standing at the front door, his hands shading his eyes as he attempted to see through the screen of the door into the room.
Edna ran to the door, unlocked it and pulled him into the room. She got him away from the door and threw her arms about him, kissing his mouth hungrily while allowing her hot loins to press eagerly against his front. She felt the hardness spring up between them immediately and was delighted beyond measure.
"Oh, Rick," she sighed, releasing his lips long enough to speak. "I thought you weren't coming to fuck me." When she uttered the four-letter word, she felt his cock spring up even farther. "Oh," she gasped. "You're ready for it, aren't you, baby?" She did not even realize she had used the word "baby." It was not the type of word she generally included in her workaday vocabulary, except of course, during moments of high sexual exhilaration. At such times, Edna White was apt to say anything or do anything.
"Sorry I'm late," he told her, grinning slightly. "But I couldn't get the car started. Rotor busted."
Edna didn't know what a rotor was and she couldn't have cared less. Pushing herself away from him, she stood with one knee bent in front of the other, well aware that the top edge of her pubic hair was visible. She saw his eyes dart down to the spot, saw the spot of red in his cheeks, the glint in his young, blue eyes.
"God, you're a hot sight," he muttered. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for… how long has it been since we fucked and sucked each other – a week or so?"
"Two days," she answered, loving the language he had used. It was so thrilling, so exhilarating to hear a young boy use such words in her presence. "Two days," she repeated, "and I'll bet I have fucked you fifty times in my imagination during that time."
His eyes gleamed again. "Boy, when you talk that way, I… I… just about go off in my pants. Why don't you take off your bikini and let me stick it into you?"
She sensed immediately that this was an excellent time to play with him a little, not physically necessarily, but mentally. "Oh, my goodness," she cried in mock dismay. "Does boy have stiff cocky… and does he need to ram it up lady's twat?" She smiled coyly when she spoke, hoping he would understand she was indulging in the language of sex-play.
Apparently he did, for he ran his hand over his cock, almost in a caressing manner and looked at her lustfully, even as he grinned. "Yes, boy has stiff, very stiff cocky, and he wants very much to ram it up lady's twat. He wants very much to ram it up her asshole, too, and to stuff it down her throat. He wants to suck her cunt till she goes half nuts and blows off like a bomb. He… "
"Come here," she interrupted, pulling off her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits tumbled into full view and they had the desired effect on him just as she knew they would.
His eyes bulged slightly. "You know," he said with surprising quietness, "you have the cutest tits in the state." The bulge of his eyes lessened somewhat, but a stream of saliva drooled from his lips in an exciting way. It was exciting because she was certain he was not aware of it.
"Thank you, Rick," she replied. "And you have the nicest cock in the country."
He grinned. "Mind if I take it out and point it at your tits?"
She grinned. "Please… do so… please point your cock at my tits."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock and holding it in his hand, he came close to her and ran it over her belly. A bead of fluid appeared in the little opening at the end and this dribbled onto her flesh, causing her to shiver with delight. She sat down on a chair quickly and he began to rub his stiffened cock across her tits lightly. The sensation of it was wonderful, she thought. She closed her eyes and felt him slapping her tits with his cock. This almost made her scream with delight. God, what a hot thing he was! He was almost as much of a hot fuck as she was, she was beginning to realize. How lucky she was to have him here.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden discharge from his cock. The hot, thick cream struck her titties and ran down between them, going all the way to her navel, stopping there briefly, and as she waited almost breathlessly, resumed its travels and ran down into her slit.
"Wow," Edna White cried almost without knowing she had uttered the word.
"Wow, yourself," he cried back. "Do you see what you do to me now? I just touch you with my cock and… zap!… I blow off on you."
Edna opened her eyes quickly. "You didn't lose it all, did you, dear?" She did not know it of course, but there was a look of alarm in her eyes.
He smiled tightly. "Hell, no. I got lots more where that came from."
Edna was feeling more and more on the wild side. She wanted to say something to him that would really set him up. Quickly, it came to mind and she spoke the words, meaning them. "Rick, baby, jack off on my titties, please?" The word "please" came out sounding like a begging question.