"No, they aren't here right now," Linda said, her voice almost harsh. Then, something strange came over her, took hold of her emotions. She looked at the boy closely, and realized for the first time how good-looking he was. "I'm sorry, David," she said in a softer voice. "I didn't mean to snap at you. Greg and Tami should be in soon. Would you care to come in and wait for them?"
"Sure," David said, stepping inside. Knowing that Linda was often irritable, he was nervous about her.
Linda stood at the door and watched the young boy walk to the couch and sit down. She didn't understand why he had not told him where her son and daughter would be. Most of all, she didn't understand why she had invited him in to wait. She could have told David where to find Tami and Greg, that she didn't know when they would return. But she had asked him in.
Linda now did something that was completely alien to her nature. Leaning against the door, she folded her arms beneath her tits and gazed steadily at the nervous boy, her breasts arching invitingly. David squirmed beneath her gaze, wondering if he had did anything wrong. He never knew how to act around Linda.
Surprising herself, Linda moved toward the boy now, her hips swaying sensuously. She had a soft, inviting smile on her full, ripe lips, and her eyes were fixed on the front of his pants.
Then was a burning, tingling sensation between her long, creamy thighs, a sensation that swelled and bubbled excitingly. She came close to the boy and pawed, her legs almost touching his knees. David lowered his eyes, afraid to look at her for fear she was going to say something harsh.
Linda, still looking at the front of his pants, began to tremble almost visibly. There was some powerful compulsion taking control of her, an obsession that was frightening. Her hands shook, and she ran her palms down over the curve of her hips, over her thighs and… very deliberately she lifted her skirt. She could feel her lovely face burning with shame by what she was doing, yet she could not stop it.
Her fingers inched her skirt up, pulling it, and finally she had it bunched about her narrow waist.
"Look at me, David!" she rasped.
David, blushing, kept his eyes lowered, yet he could see just above her dimpled knees. "Please, Mrs. Sawyer," he mumbled.
"I said look at me!" she snapped.
The sound of her voice caused David to lift his eyes. He found himself staring at her long, creamy thighs, at the tightness of her panties. He could see the dark shadow of her pussy hair, and above the elastic of her bikini panties, the naked, sweetly dimpled navel.
David sucked in his breath, his young eyes popping wide. His cock stirred inside his pants, swelling into hardness.
"Mrs. Sawyer…!" he gulped.
Linda twisted her hips, spreading her feet on the floor. She then arched her pelvis toward the boy. "Do you like it, David? Do you like looking at me this way?"
David gulped again.
Linda felt as if she were outside herself, watching her shameful display. But she could not stop it; it sent delicious thrills racing up and down her spine. Still blushing at her sudden, wicked boldness, she said in a low, husky voice, "Am I pretty, David? Am I pretty down there? Come on… look at me there. Wouldn't you like to… you know, sort of touch me… feel me… there?"
David gulped again, swallowing hard. He was shaking with the excitement rumbling through his body. "Mrs. Sawyer do you think… I mean…"
"Go on, touch me, David," Linda urged, thrusting her pelvis toward him. "Go on… feel me. Feel me up, darling. I don't mind if you feel of me. I want you to touch me… feel me up – there!"
David, slowly lifted his hand. He moved it slowly and hesitantly toward Linda's panties as if he were approaching something dangerous. When his fingertips were only an inch in her, he paused. Linda suddenly grasped his wrist, pulling his hand in between her thighs. She curled his finger into her pussy and closed her legs about it.
"Ooooooo…" she mewled, pumping her hips.
"Ohhh, darling… darling. David… rub me! Rub me there! Ohhhhh… that's so nice!"
Holding his wrist, Linda pulled and pushed against his hand, then moved his hand so that he was pressing and rubbing at the crotch of her moist panties. The heat steaming through her body became intolerable, and using the fingers of her free hand, she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing the puffy hair-lined lips of her cunt to him.
"Ahhhh, inside!" she whimpered mindlessly. She had gone too far now to reverse her actions. Although she still continued to blush hotly, the full intensity of having this teenage boy's hand at her cunt was more powerful than her shame. "Inside me! Stick your finger inside me, David! Ohhhh, please… stick it in me and move it in and out! Ohhhh, David… please, do it to me!"
David, dumbfounded to find himself gazing into this beautiful woman's pussy, wormed a finger into the moist tightness, digging deeply. He watched with wide eyes as his finger plunged in and out, saw her shapely hips twirl. He could see the pink flesh of her pussy clinging to his finger, see the tip of her distended clitoris peeking forth, throbbing in passion.
While her hips churned upon his finger, Linda began to rub a finger at her swollen clit almost brutally. She sighed and mewled with the pleasure, her eyes closing. The thrill of having a finger other than her own stroking her cunt, along with the pressure she applied to her clit, was fantastic. She could already feel her orgasm swelling like a tidal wave in the depths of her quivering loins. Her hips churned faster, pumping and gyrating.
"Ooooo… ohhhhh!" she mewled. "God… oh, God! That's so good, David! Ahhhhh, yes… yes! So good! More… do it to me harder… faster! Ooooo, so sweet! I'll come… God, will I come!"
Linda was little aware of what she was saying. Her ecstasy was overpowering and she was fantasizing again. She trembled and shuddered, biting at her full bottom lip. Her wild, lewd dance upon his finger was giving her more thrills than she had enjoyed in a long, long time.
"Fuck me… fuck me!" she yelped. "Fuck my pussy with your finger, darling! Ahhhh, yes… yes… yes! Suck my cunt… fuck my hot cunt! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"
Linda growled all the words she had never said before, words she had wanted to use with her husband but could not. They were the words she fantasy. They dripped from her mouth effortlessly used in her mind all the time, the words she used and she could not stop them.
"Fuck me… finger-fuck my cunt… fuck my pussy! Ooooo… everywhere… everywhere! Screw me up the asshole… make me suck your hard cock! Ohhhh, baby! Ahhhh, darling… make me take your big old cock in my cock-sucking mouth! Let me lick your hairy balls… tongue you in the asshole! Oooo… ahhhhh, baby, baby, baby! Suck my asshole… fuck the ass… fuck my mouth! Fuck… fuck… fuck me!"
David listened to her, staring up at her passion contorted face. He didn't understand why.
Linda was doing this to him, and he was frightened by it. Yet, he was excited, too. He had never seen a girl this way before, had never felt a girl's pussy. He liked it, he decided, the way her cunt felt so warm, so moist and slippery. His young cock throbbed excruciatingly inside his pants, and he was dying to take it out and jack it off. But he was afraid to do anything except what she wanted him to do.
"Oh… ahhhhh!" Linda mewled in a thick voice, her half-exposed body shuddering as her convulsing orgasm shattered her mind and body. "I'm doing it! Oh… I'm coming! You're making me come… making me come with your cunt-fucking finger! Ahhhh… ohhhhh… ooooo!"
Her hips swayed, seemingly in all directions at once, then her legs became too weak to support her weight. Slowly, Linda sank to the carpet, then sprawled onto her back, gasping. She drew her knees up in a fetal position, her pantied ass and crotch exposed to the boy, strands of curly hair showing about the crotch of her panties. Her hands clutched at her tits as she shook and trembled in ecstasy, the ecstasy that continued to race rampantly through her slender body.