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The normal disclaimers apply: If you are underage or don't like sex
stories, don't read this.
--
Veronica
by: thursday@altavista.net
(mF, cheat, teen, size)
copyright (c) 2000 thursday@altavista.net
I was nearly nude on the bed, sort of sitting with several pillows
propping my back up. Jenny Carston was on her knees next to me, hunched
over, giving her best attempt at a blowjob. I was 17, and Jenny was 15,
I think, and despite my young age, I was pretty bored for a guy with a
nubile 15 year old girl servicing his dick. I'd gotten around quite a
bit in my two years of being sexually active--the reason for this was
probably a combination of my large and ever-growing organ, and my
reputation for always eating pussy. I'd spent my early adolescence
reading my parents' copies of Penthouse Forum, and that seemed to
inculcate into me the key value of: Always Satisfy Your Woman. So I
learned to love eating pussy, and would happily do it on whatever girl I
happened to be with. Girls talk, and by the time I was sixteen, I'd had
more partners than some people have their whole lives. At any rate, I'd
learned to differentiate good head from bad, and although Jenny
certainly had potential, she needed *lots* more practice. I'd just
finished giving her not two but three orgasms under my now dog-tired
tongue, and I was about to call a halt to her attempts at fellatio when
the door to the bedroom we were using--we were at a party at a
classmate's house--and Veronica stopped in her tracks in the doorway.
Jenny, bless her heart, shrieked and scampered off the bed to scoop up
her clothes before I had time to catch myself staring at Veronica's
nipples protruding through the silk shirt she wore. I was so taken by
her, that I actually forgot that I wasn't wearing anything, my cock,
with its ever-growing 8 3/4 inches, standing up straight and tall.
"Party's over, you guys," Veronica told us, as Jenny squeezed by her in
the doorway.
Veronica was Jimmy's--the classmate who threw the party--mother.
"Nice dick, Martin," she smiled. "Now put your clothes on and get out."
Veronica lived with her two sons--Jimmy & Aaron--and her husband Jim two
doors down from me. Jimmy was a year ahead of me in school, but we
became friends when we moved into their neighborhood three years before.
Veronica was a Puerto Rican beauty, standing 5'4", with light brown--I
guess the modern term is mocha--skin and a petite yet curvy figure. Her
chest measured 34DD--I know this because was fairly obnoxious & goofy in
many ways, and early on in my knowing her, she'd divined somehow my
affection for voluptuous women, and had offered up her own bra size in
order to give me, I suppose, a point of reference when judging other
women's sizes. She mentioned this at dinner one night, grabbing one of
her delectable breasts in full view of her husband and family. The most
remarkable thing about Veronica were not the fabulous breasts she
sported, but the fact that her nipples were *always* erect. She must
have had some kind of condition or something, because I'd *never* seen
her without erect nipples, even in the middle of summer.
By the time I was fifteen, I'd seen her nude twice. The first time had
been one evening when I'd gone over to do homework with Jimmy. I was
climbing the stairs, and heard Veronica screaming--not an uncommon
occurrence in their household, with her Puerto Rican blood, which seemed
always near the boiling point--at Aaron to do some such thing. As I
reached the top of the stairs, I could see down to the end of the hall,
where Veronica stood in the open doorway to the upstairs bathroom, stark
naked and dripping wet, shouting at the top of her lungs for Jim to do
something with young Aaron. Seeing me, she covered her breasts with one
arm and stooped over to deny me the vision of her hairy mound. In all, I
briefly saw both breasts for about half a second before she covered up.
The next time was over a year later. I'd come over on a Friday night to
watch Friday Night Videos with Jimmy on their big screen TV. Veronica
was in the hottub in the back yard, and I waved to her as I came in and
got a soda. She waved back, only her head evident above the water. Jimmy
and I sat on the couch watching TV for about 20 minutes. Veronica came
into view, walking toward the glass doors. As she did, I could see
her--she was doing this basically about 5 feet from the door--stuffing
her breasts back into the top of her one-piece bathing suit. As soon as
I saw her right nipple, I immediately covered my eyes. I was embarrassed
that lately I'd been aroused around Jimmy's mother, and it sort of made
me feel uncomfortable. She saw me do this, and said:
"Oh, you don't have to cover your eyes, Martin. You're too young to get
horny."
Jimmy and I both laughed, and she went on her way. Little did she know
how horny I could be.
Fast forward to two weeks after Veronica caught me and Jenny in their
guest room. I'm at dinner with them, following Jimmy's grounding for
throwing the party. Veronica & Jim have given me a little ribbing about
fooling around ("More than a mouthfull's too much," Jim tells me), and
everything is forgiven. There was also a bit of fatherly pride in Jim's
ribbing, I think, since both of us secretly had some questions in our
minds about Jimmy's orientation.
But Veronica had been looking at me a little differently since then, and
although she'd always been a bit inappropriate, there was a lot more
sexual innuendo in the things she would say to me.
A few weeks later, Jimmy and I were in their hottub one afternoon. Why
is a mystery, since it was about 90 degrees out.
Veronica came into the yard wearing a thin white tank top and shorts and
said, "Jimmy, you need to go and pick up Aaron from karate now." One of
the terms of Veronica and Jim's paying for Jimmy's auto insurance was
that he run errands like that for them.
"OK," Jimmy agreed. "I'll be right back. Let's play Pitfall when I get
back," he said to me. Did I mention that it was 1985?
We got out of the hottub and toweled off. Jimmy threw on a shirt and
went out to pick up Aaron. I stood in the backyard, contemplating
whether to negate the toweling off I'd just had by running through the
sprinkler, when Veronica startled me by saying, "Jesus Christ, you've
gotten hairy."
In the past year or so, my chest went from being covered with peach fuzz
to being completely covered with brown curly hair.
"You look like Tom Selleck," she opined.
Embarrassed, I didn't know what to say. "No I don't," I nearly pleaded.
Despite having bedded a dozen of my classmates and half again as many
recent graduates, I was still a fairly shy boy.
"I'm just giving you a hard time," she smiled.
I took a long pull on my Coke, and began romping through the sprinkler,
cooling off.
"That looks like a good idea," Veronica said, and joined me in the path
of the sprinkler head. As I mentioned, she was wearing a white tank top,
apparently with no bra, because in about 10 seconds her shirt was soaked
completely through, and her hard brown nipples could be clearly seen
through the thin material of her shirt. Time seemed to stand still, and
I basically stared at her chest for I don't know how long. As I stared,
my cock began to grow, until it was tenting out in front of my bathing
trunks.
By the time I caught myself staring at Veronica's chest, it was too
late. I woke from my reverie to find her staring at my crotch. My cock
was sticking so far out that it had actually pulled the elastic
waistband of my trunks away from my body, exposing the top of my pubic
mound.
We stood there, motionless, standing under the pouring sprinkler head,
until she said, "How big *is* it," making no pretense about staring at
my crotch.
By this time in my life, I had figured out that having a penis the size
of mine gave me a certain power or leg-up over women. And, once in a
sexual situation, or knowing that a woman was attracted to me or wanted
my cock or whatever, I would have a gradual shift in my personality,
from being fairly shy and polite, to more bold and aggressive.
"You'll have to find out for yourself," I smiled lewdly, and rocked back
on one leg, pushing my pelvis slightly closer to her.
She started to say something--I could see her cheeks turning red--when
we heard the front door open. I made a dash back to the hottub to give
myself some time to cool off, as it were, and Veronica busied herself
with moving the sprinkler.
"Mom, your shirt's completely see-through," Jimmy complained. "That's
gross."
"Shutup, Jimmy!" Veronica yelled at him. "You guys go play video games."
My cock had deflated about halfway, so I got out of the hottub and
toweled off while Jimmy setup the Atari. As I toweled off, I could feel
Veronica watching me, but I didn't want to look at her again for fear of
getting too hard. I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I walked
inside, waving goodbye. I just didn't feel up to playing Pitfall
anymore.
I went home and masturbated to the thought of Veronica's breasts in that
see-through shirt. I must have lasted all of 15 seconds before I shot my
load in my hand.
One day the next weekend, I rode my bike past Jimmy's house on my way
home from my job at our small town's liquor store. Veronica was out
front pulling weeds, wearing a yellow bikini top and denim cutoffs.
I stopped. "How come you're not at the flea market with the Jims?" I
asked. Every Sunday for the past few weeks, they'd been going to the
flea market in the next town over, selling stuff that Jim had bought at
a police auction. I wasn't sure he'd bought it at all, since Jim was the
lieutenant of the town's police department.
"It's too boring," she said. "Besides, it's good for Jim & Jimmy to have
father and son time." The two Jims and an uneasy relationship.
I started to pedal away, and she stopped me to ask if a) I'd come over
for dinner that night when the Jims & Aaron got back, and b) if she
could borrow our ice cream maker.
I went home and changed into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. I went
back with the ice-cream maker, and she let me into the back yard with
it. We stood out there talking as she hosed the machine off and
generally prepared it for use. At one point, the hose got out of
control, and sprayed both of us with water. My shirt was completely
soaked, so I pulled it off. Veronica was only slightly wet, and her
bikini top was not at all see-through. But she bent over at the waist to
pour rock salt into the machine, and I had a perfect view of the valley
between her breasts. I stood there mesmerized, until I felt my cock
beginning to grow.
I was wearing briefs under my shorts, and I had to adjust them to ease
my growing discomfort. I also didn't really want to embarrass myself, so
I stopped looking at those amazing breasts, and I turned away slightly
to adjust myself.
She saw me, naturally. Has there ever been a woman who doesn't notice
everything?
"I still want to know how big it is," she said. She was standing up now,
looking me alternately in the eye & in the crotch.
The bulge in my pants, and my boldness were both growing. "Well, I told
you, you'll have to find out for yourself."
"Hmm." she said, nipples pointing at me like daggers. "I don't know
about that. Why don't you just tell me."
"There's no fun in that," I said, completely hard and completely
emboldened. I walked behind her to get into the house. "Do you have a
ruler," I asked, dragging my hard cock across her ass as I moved past
her. "My God, this is my best friend's mother," I thought to myself.
"I'm not so sure about this," she said. I could see the confusion and
indecision on her face.
I moved back in front of her. I stared her in the eyes as I unbuttoned
the top button of my shorts and slid my zipper down, letting my shorts
fall to the ground. "I'll be upstairs in the guest room." Like the week
before, my cock was pulling the elastic of my waistband out from my
body, exposing the top of my pubic hair, as well as the base of my cock.
"If you want to know how big my cock is, bring a measuring tape.
Otherwise, just bring me my shorts," I told her.
And I walked upstairs, leaving her there on the back porch.
I lay on the bed for a full 10 minutes. After five minutes, my cock
began to soften slowly until it dawned on me that Veronica had had a
change of heart, and that I would be in *big* trouble. I was considering
the possibility of a graceful, or at least non-humiliating, exit, when
the door opened and Veronica appeared. She held my shorts in one hand,
and her other hand was empty. Crestfallen, I started to get up.
But rather than throw my shorts at me and order me out, she dropped them
to the floor, revealing a seamstress's measuring tape clutched in her
hand.
"I see you've gone soft on me," she said.
Still shaken, I said lamely, "Yeah."
"Maybe this will help," she said, reaching behind her neck and untying
her bikini top. She tossed the measuring tape onto the bed next to me
and slowly let the strings fall to her sides. Her breasts were still
covered by the bikini's cups. She walked the few steps toward the king
size bed I was lying in the middle of and climbed next to me. The
movement caused the patch of fabric covering her right breast to slowly
peel down, giving me a glimpse of her glorious brown nipple.
"Aaaahhh," she said, stretching her arms above her head, and arching her
back, allowing both cups to fall completely free. She reached behind her
back, and released the final strings, and tossed her bikini top the
floor. Her breasts were pure perfection, large and round with not a hint
of sag. They were lighter than the rest of her skin, a dreamy, milky
mocha. Her areolae were brown, and about the size of a fifty cent
piece.
This show was more than enough to raise my cock back to its full height.
It was enough, in fact, to moisten its head with pre-cum, which seeped
through the thin fabric of my briefs.
"Now it's your turn," she said, resting on her heels, "for show and
tell."
I was still mesmerized by the glory of her breasts, and it took me a
moment to respond. "I told you that you have to find out for yourself,"
I still stared at her breasts. "You're welcome to pull my underwear
off."
She paused for a moment, thinking. She then leaned forward, and grasped
the waistband by both sides of my waist, and pulled. I raised my ass off
the bed to help ease their removal. The whole time, she stared me in the
face, not looking at my crotch. When she had pulled the underwear over
the top of my cock, she dropped them on the floor on top of her bikini
top.
I lay there, and she continued to stare me in the eye for a long moment.
Her gaze then traveled down the length of my body, to my penis.
"Is it as big as your husband's" I asked.
She moved higher on the bed and turned around so see it from my
perspective. "It's twice as big as his," she told me, staring at my
meat.
She continued to just stare at it for what seemed like several minutes,
her reverie broken only by my hand creeping up her side to touch her
breast.
"Hey, no touching," she said. "I'm just going to measure you is all."
"Your tits are so soft," I said, kneading her right breast. "You really
don't mind this, do you?" I continued to fondle her.
"Where's the measuring tape," she said.
It was on the bed on my other side. As she leaned across me to get it,
her nipple dragged through my pubic hair as her breast flattened briefly
against me.
She retrieved the measuring tape and straightened. She angled toward me,
so that her knees were against my side. My cock was pointing about 40
degrees from the vertical, and she was having trouble measuring its
length with one hand.
"Will you hold it still for me?" she asked.
"No," I told her, "you have to find out for YOURSELF."
With her left hand, she took one end of the measuring tape and held it
in the crook of her hand, where her thumb meets her hand, and tried to
wrap her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock.
The measuring tape unfurled as her right hand pulled it up the length of
my cock.
As she did this, I had resumed squeezing her tit and was now rolling her
nipple between my moistened thumb and forefinger. Her breathing
quickened as the measuring tape unfurled; whether due to my
ministrations on her breast, or otherwise, I don't know.
"Jesus Christ," she whimpered, "it's nine inches."
Wow, I'd grown!
She dropped the measuring tape and made a fist around the base of my
cock, and slid her hand up its length. She picked up the measuring tape
and repeated her measurement, and this time measured its circumference,
both at the base and closer to the circumcised head. "Four inches
around!?" she cried.
While she was taking the second set of measurements, I had abandoned her
breast to stroke that fabulous Puerto Rican ass, and my hand was now
between her legs. I had been stroking her inner thighs, but now I was
rubbing her slit through her cutoffs.
She sat there on her heels staring at my cock while I could feel the wet
patch between her legs growing. I'm not at all sure she was even aware
of my hand between her legs when I got up and stood my knees next to
her, my cock pointing lewdly at her navel.
I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away. I then reached for her
cutoffs and unbuttoned the first three buttons and started to pull them
off her hips.
"What are you doing," she asked, indecision and maybe a little fear in
her eyes. "This is getting out of hand. I only came up here to measure
you."
"No problem," I said. "I just thought you'd be more comfortable."
"Sure you did," she paused, her shorts half-on, half off, with her pubic
hair grasping out the top of her shorts. "Now lay back down while I take
another set of measurements. I want to measure it a third time to make
sure I was accurate."
"OK," I said. As I lay back, she surprised me by wiggling out of her
cutoffs.
"That *is much* more comfortable," she purred. She proceeded to measure
my dick's length and girth again while I fingered her wet pussy. I began
to alternate between rubbing her clit and sticking a finger inside when
she made a fist around my cock again and started sliding it very slowly
up and down its length.
"Is this the way you jerk off," she asked.
"No," I told her, taking her hand in mine, I showed her how I usually
pleasure myself. She alternated between my way, her way, and running her
finger tips up and down the underside of my cock. Meanwhile, I had two
fingers buried in her hole, and was working on slipping a third in. I
sat up and leaned forward and my mouth found her nipple, and I sucked it
into my mouth, past my teeth and ran my tongue around it slowly. All the
while, I had the fingers of my left hand between her lips, and her other
breast in my right hand. Her breath quickened, along with the motion of
her hand up and down my cock.
She was working my cock at about a mile a minute. I moved from her right
nipple to her left, savoring the heavy feel of her 34DD breasts in my
hand and the salty taste of her nipples on my tongue. At this point, I
lifted my mouth to hers, and she kissed me, shoving her tongue past my
teeth and into my mouth. We kissed, her hand pumping my cock, mine
working her pussy, and alternately massaging her amazing breasts, for a
while until I pushed her onto her back.
She was breathing heavily, her breasts having with each breath, and she
opened her legs. I knelt between them, letting my cock rest on her hairy
patch as I sucked her nipples and kissed my way down her torso to her
cunt. With her legs spread wide, I lowered my face to her pussy,
drinking in its strong scent. I traced her outer lips with my tongue,
sucking them between my teeth, savoring the tangy juices. Hearing her
moans as encouragement, I then began working on her inner lips, and soon
I moved up to her clit, flicking it with my tongue. She immediately
began to convulse, and held my face to her cunt as she came.
I continued eating her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, and pulling
my fingers in and out of her hole until she was on the verge of another
orgasm.
I stopped and straddled her waist, feeling my balls slide down across
her pussy. I moved up the length of her body until my cock lay in the
valley between her breasts. She squeezed both her breasts together, and
I slid my cock back and forth a few times until I could feel my balls
begin to tighten. I stopped thrusting and reached behind me to roll her
clit with my fingers as I waited for my impending orgasm to pass. I
didn't want this to end too soon.
I climbed off of her and lay down beside her. "Will you suck it," I
asked.
She slid down the bed knelt next to my midsection. She grasped the base
of my cock and held it, staring at it. She licked her lips, and leaned
in toward it, tentatively placing a brief kiss on its head. "I haven't
done this to another man since I've been married," she said.
"You've never done this to a REAL man before, have you?"
"No," she said.
To encourage her, I lightly dragged my fingertips up the back of her
thigh, between her legs. She started slowly rocking back and forth as my
fingers slid across her labia and up to her clit. My cock jerked, and
she leaned toward it, extending her tongue and encircling my swollen
cockhead. She then slid her tongue up and down the backside of my shaft,
from the base to the head several times, coating it with her glistening
saliva. When she reached the tip again, her lips parted slowly as wide
as they would go, and I felt the head of my penis slide past her lips,
her teeth, and into the warm and wet confines of her mouth. She could
only take about 3 inches in, but she did an amazing job of sucking me
off, swirling her tongue about my head as she pistoned my cock in her
mouth. She pulled it out and was pumping my cock for a moment before she
started licking the head again.
My stomach tightened, and I started to shout as my furious dick started
shooting hot white sperm into her mouth. She continued pumping my cock
and licking excess sperm off of it for a full minute.
I lay there, gasping for a moment, while she lazily pumped my still hard
cock.
I propped myself up on my elbows, and she looked at me quizzically, as
if to say, "what's next?"
"I want your cock inside me" she said.
"You want a real man's cock inside you," I corrected her.
"Yes," she said. "But you can't come inside me. I don't have any
condoms."
I raised myself onto my knees, and she lay down in the center of the
bed, legs spread wide, still holding onto my cock. I pulled away from
her, and, grasping her calves, pulled her to the edge of the bed.
I positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her hole and slid it across
her lips in a circular motion, and then up and down her slit. When I
reached the top, I could feel her hard clit slip into the slit on my
cock. I slid it back down and put it between her outer lips, just gently
touching them.
"You want my nine inch cock, don't you," I demanded.
"Yes," she panted.
I slowly pushed in past her outer lips, and I could feel her stretching
to accommodate me. I was about halfway in, when she cried, "it's never
been this deep before."
I continued pushing in for another two inches, and slowly pulled out
just until my head was at the beginning of her hole. I pushed back in
about seven inches and began slowly pumping back and forth for several
minutes, my pace increasing slightly with each stroke until I was going
so fast and hard that the bed was starting to slide toward the wall.
With each stroke, she met me with one of her own, and we were both
grunting and moaning loudly.
On one of my inward thrusts, she reached behind me, grasping me under my
ass with her legs, and pulled me on top of her. She then pushed me off
of her and onto my back. My cock glistened with the slippery juice
covering it. She straddled my lap, and held my cock with one hand as she
lowered herself onto it in one fast, long, fluid motion her pelvis met
mine and our pubic hair intermingled, my cock *completely* filling her.
I could feel my cockhead rubbing against her cervix as she slowly
started to rock back and forth, her hands resting on my abdomen. I
leaned forward, and she met me, aiming her beautiful breast at my open
mouth. I sucked on her nipples as she continued to rock back and forth.
I lay back down onto my back, and she came with me, keeping her nipple
between my lips.
As she leaned forward, my cock slid out of her stretched cunt hole, and
we began to thrust against each other, sliding my dick into and out of
her pussy. Completely covered in sweat, we continued to fuck each other
madly, and she sat back up straight and rocked back and forth faster and
faster. I was holding her delicious ass with both hands while she
continued to ride my cock. Her breasts were squeezed together from her
hands resting on my pubic hair, and they shook and jiggled with each
movement.
I had reached my limit, and could feel my body tensing again with my
impending orgasm. I reached between us, and slid my fingers between our
bodies to rub her clit. Finding it, I massaged for all I was worth, and,
remembering her admonition not to come inside her, I said, "you have to
get off. I'm going to come."
She just stared me in the eye and continued to rock back and forth
furiously as I worked on her clit. It wasn't but a few seconds before I
started to come, my cock convulsing and pumping sperm into her body. She
get grinding onto my cock and started to moan louder and louder until
she issued an ear shattering scream to the heavens as her pussy clamped
down even tighter on my still hard but spend cock.
Her rocking back and forth continued, slowing for a good five minutes,
my cum oozing out of her and pooling on my pubis.
She slid off of me and lay next to me, staring and occasionally stroking
my slowly deflating cock. We lay there, silent, for a moment, until she
got up and got dressed. I got up, too, and put on my shorts.
I went to kiss her, but she turned away. Walking down the hall, she
stopped at the top of the stairs and said, "are you still coming to
dinner?"
"Yeah," I replied.
And I did. We had dinner and ice cream, the Jims counting their money
and talking about the flea market. Veronica was perfectly normal,
behaving just as she always had.
As I was leaving, she stopped me in the doorway.
"I don't remember how big it is," she whispered. "I'll have to measure
it again next week."
--End--
Copyright (c) 2000 thursday@altavista.net. All rights reserved.
Author's note: This story is part fact and part fiction. If you like
what I write, please let me know. I'd really appreciate feedback, ideas,
and constructive criticism (please!) at <thursday@altavista.net>. Flames
to /dev/null.
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