His only answer was a small, conceited laugh, squeezing harder on her straining breasts and then he began to manipulate them slowly beneath the prying of her fingers at his hands.
"I saw how you looked at me," he whispered sensuously. "I'm not a boy… I'm a man… you'll see!"
In spite of her initial anger, a kind of dreamy torpor was enveloping her as she listened to his soporific voice and waves of unwanted desire began to flood through her deprived body.
It felt so good! How was that possible?
For a moment, she wondered just how much of a man he actually was, but it didn't really matter, what mattered was getting away from him. She struggled against his hands again, but a general weakness invaded her and she fell back to the couch. It wasn't so very wrong… a voice said. She had to have some consolation for her husband's disgraceful treatment of her… and besides, it wouldn't go any farther than this, it was harmless enough… she was a grown woman, after all!
Eduardo slid around and noiselessly sat down beside her, his hands rapidly returning to the older woman's breasts. He had her where he wanted her, now. He'd seen that look on women before, and he knew what it was they wanted. And this one was really stacked, not like that skinny Mrs. Hertz he'd worked for a few weeks ago! Oh, he knew what she wanted alright, and he was fully capable of getting what he wanted… a piece of her high and mighty, Miss Prissy pussy!
He smiled and inched closer to Julie and releasing one hand from her breasts, tried to pull her toward him, so that her head was on his chest. Julie resisted feebly, she'd had too many drinks and the confusion in her head had let the entire situation get out of control. Julie heard the whine of a dress zipper and then she felt a hand sliding confidently inside her dress. She must stop him now, before it was too late, he was going too far now!
But then his hand was on the bare flesh of her chest and began tracing a tremulous path up to where her breasts were throbbing encased in a light nylon bra. Her heart began to thud as his fingers insinuated themselves up under the band of her bra and with an upward tug, slipped the right cup over her trembling globe, releasing it into freedom. Shivers chilled her as she felt the cool rush of air raise goose bumps on its sensitive surface and then the boy's fingers were around it and he was cupping the ripe fullness of it in his palm, the nipple pressing against his finger. She moaned as she felt the contact of his cool flesh against her hot skin, as he touched the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it between his fingers.
Then Eduardo's bold young hand left her breast and Julie felt a distinct pang of disappointment as her naked flesh lay there uncaressed once more. But he had withdrawn his hand from her dress and in a flash, snaked it up her thigh, further, further, as she clenched her smooth white thighs tightly together. But his palm brushed electrically against her nylon covered pubic hair anyway and it hesitated there for a moment before beginning to massage the throbbing unprotected triangle.
Julie trembled from the delicious contact. It was good, very very good… it wasn't her fault that she couldn't, wouldn't stop this brazenly forward boy. His fingers slipped down feeling the moist furrow of the older woman's wet cunt through the dampened crotchband of her panties. Involuntarily Julie flexed her pelvis up against the boy's middle finger and flushes of hot and cold arrows darted up from the pink flanges of her lust ridden pussy.
From somewhere in the back of her mind, came a warning note, and gathering her willpower, she pressed her palms firmly against Eduardo's chest and tried to push him away.
"No, no," she cried, struggling. "Stop it! Stop it! We – must – stop – it!" But Eduardo didn't stop. Instead he flicked up his hand and boldly inserted it down the waistband of her flimsy panties, resting a few seconds on the trembling plane of her stomach only to drop lower to tangle in the first curly strands of her pubic thatch.
The shocking contact was too much for Julie's love-denied body, and she began to wildly oscillate her pelvis, with almost violent shudders. Her eyes closed as she began a low, lascivious moan, and the last vestiges of struggle and doubt fled from her and she surrendered herself to the crude animalistic advances of the fifteen-year-old boy.
Eduardo sensed with triumph her complete capitulation to him. So I wasn't wrong, after all, he gloated, she's hot for it, just like I knew she would be!
His fingers played maddeningly at her desire-drenched pubic curls, tugging at them, stroking them like he would a cat, and then suddenly dipping into the quivering furrow of her passionate pussy. Julie clung to his slight form, half sobbing, as his fingers rummaged around in the warm, moist recesses, pillaging her inner secrets and her whole body vibrated from the fierce arousal below. The fingers found the palpitating point of her clitoris and began to tease at it, stroking the hard little spearhead into greater rigidity, each deft probe bringing fresh moans of delirious delight from the lusting woman.
She groaned freely in frenzied sexual abandon, no thought left in her head but the appeasement of the hunger that his delicious attentions had started in her. Julie sobbed aloud when the youthful gardener finally found the tiny quivering cuntal entrance with his middle finger, and without preliminary, wormed it around in the wet, willing hole up to the knuckle. He rotated it around the lubricant-saturated sheath, feeling the spasmodic contractions of the smooth vaginal walls as he finger-fucked her in and out. She thrust her churning cunt further down, her face a crimson mask of wanton lewdness as she tried to engulf his finger in her pulsating depths. Almost angrily, unaware of what she was doing, she reached down and grasping his hand, of which one finger was plundering her open cunt, and she tried to jam the remaining digits into her burning pussy.
Thwarted by the still hindering material of her panties, she angrily grabbed at the restricting clothing and with strength born of unabashed depravity, tore the flimsy fabric from her loins, exposing her naked crotch to the young boy she'd hired to do the lawn. This time, Eduardo needed no more persuasion and sunk one, two more fingers in the throbbing hole until all three were teasing around in the velvety interior of Julie's straining cunt. She ground her soaked pussy against his hand and her vaginal juices flowed freely down on his laboring palm, so that he could feel the soft pulsations of her hair-fringed cunt lips.
Julie's cries of pleasure filled the living room and her full mooned buttocks spasmed into the drenched sofa cushion as she squirmed under the intense finger-fucking of the pseudo-phallus.
Eduardo glanced with pleasure at the twitching body of this frustrated housewife, his eyes taking in her glazed lust-dimmed look, her upper lip stretched taut over her teeth, her fingers digging convulsively into the sofa.
She's really a hot one, he nodded to himself. Wait till I fuck her! Just wait!
Just then, her whole body stiffened like a ramrod, and with an inhuman scream, Julie began to flail about, her pelvis mashing up against his fingers. Her hands began to claw convulsively at his hair, his head, and when the full force of her orgasm hit her like a hurricane, she began to shriek insanely: "Oh, God… I'm cumming… oh, I'm cumming…"
Eduardo was afraid she'd fall off the couch in her tremendous jerking. He'd never seen anything like it. But finally she lay back, her breasts heaving, her legs askew, a thin trail of sticky moisture clinging to her thighs.
Sanity finally returned and with it, reality. The insolent young boy was standing over her now, a lewd grin on his face, and he was patting the ominous bulge between his legs, which seemed to be growing before her eyes.
"Are you ready for me now, baby?" he leered, his eyes glued to her still-throbbing, still-exposed cunt.
"Get out of here!" she screamed, "Get the hell out of here!"
"My finger is good enough for you, but not my cock, eh?" Eduardo called as he nevertheless exited rapidly, his eyes blazing.