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RAINY DAY
It was a cold, rainy, october day as I sat by the picture window
waiting for the grocery boy to delivery my order. My thoughts were on
my husband, who was serving in the navy, aboard an aircraft carrier.
He had been gone for 5 months and I was thinking of how how much I
missed his company, his converation, his cock. We had only been
married for a month before Ed's tour began and we made sure that every
minute of it counted. We must have fucked 6 times a day and in as many
different positions, during that month.
As I sat there day dreaming of those days and nights with Ed, I
felt my sexual desires growing stronger and stronger. I was suddenly
jerked back to reality when the door bell rang. It was the grocery
boy. He had backed his car into our driveway and was standing at the
door, soaking wet. I left my seat at the window and rushed to open
the door. There, dripping from head to toe, was a young, blonde
haired, teen who asked if he had the right place. I appologized for
making him come out in such bad weather, but the boy said he didn't
mind and asked where I wanted the bags put. I told him he could take
them to the kitchen but that he would have to let me help him bring
them in. I said it was the least I could do to show how sorry I was
about him getting soaked and all. We both ran through the pouring
rain to his car and managed to get all the bags in one trip. I was
completely drenched myself now, and we both laughed at the condition
we were in.
I retrieved two large towels from my closet and gave one to the
grocery boy. As we stood in my kitchen, drying our hair, I noticed
that he young man kept glancing at my chest, whenever I would look
away. I looked down myself, to see what was so curious, and realized
that the wet flannel shirt I was wearing was clinging to my breasts
and had them outlined perfectly. I don't wear a bra around the house
and didn't even think about what might happen when I went out in the
rain. I looked up at the boy and saw that his face was as red as a
tomatoe. He began to studder a bit and then said he had to get back
to the store. I covered my chest with my towel and told the young man
I was sorry for embarrasing him and that I would get him a tip before
he left. I left him waiting in my kitchen while I went for my purse
in the back room.
Well, thats when I went a little crazy. As I was getting a
couple of dollars for the grocery boy, I thought of how he had been
staring at my wet, flanel covered tits and decided I would give him a
look at what he really wanted to see. I figured that I would make a
quick change into dry panties and a bath robe before returning. As I
reentered the kitchen, the young man looked quite surprised to see
that I had changed. I handed him 5 dollars and thanked him again for
his trouble. He turned his back to me and started for the door.
Thats when I undid my robe and exposed my boobs. I called to the boy
and said, "Oh, before you go I thought you might want to see this."
He turned back around and nearly fell over his own feet as he caught
sight of my naked tits. He was speechless and I said, "Now don't be
embarrassed. I noticed how you were admiring my chest before and I
just thought I'd let you see my boobs uncovered before you
left. Consider it an extra tip for being so nice." Then I was
stunned. The young man, he couldn't have been over 18, said, "Wow!
Your beautiful, ma'am! Do you mind if .. I mean could you tell me ..
That is, how big are.. I mean.." I tried to surpress a laugh and
asked, "You mean, how big are my boobs?" He stammered with a, "Ye..
ye.. yes. If you don't mind." I said, "Well I measure 39" and wear a D
cup bra." The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn't think he would
have the nerve, but he asked, "Would you mind .. could I .. well,
could I touch them?" I replied with, "My, my. Getting over our
shyness, aren't we! Oh well, come over here and feel all you want,
but thats all, then you're going to have to go. You naughty boy!" The
excited lad walked over to me and cupped my tits with his hands and
slowly squeezed them. He was breathing like he had just run a
mile and he just kept fondeling and staring at my jugs. I noticed he
had developed a raging hardon, the front of his jeans displayed a long
tubular bulge running down his right leg. I can't deny that I was
getting very hot myself. It had been 5 months since I had my tits
caressed like the boy was doing and it felt so nice.
After a few more minutes of fondeling, the boy asked if he could
kiss one of my tits. I dropped my robe to the floor and told him to
go ahead. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn't stop myself. The
young man began kissing the side of my right tit and then all around
the 3" aereola. I was as hot as a bitch in heat by then. I threw my
head back and said, "Oh, suck on my nipple. Please suck on it!" I
felt my young lover's mouth close around the end of my tit and his
tongue began swirling around the stiffened nipple. He then started
sucking more of my flesh into his mouth. He let my breast pop from
his mouth and he wispered, "Oh, please, please, lady, let me see your
pussy!" He continued to knead my tits while he looked into my
eyes, awaiting my answer. I said, "OK! OK! But thats it! No more,
just look." I stepped back from him and rolled my white cotton
panties down to reveal my pussy to the young boy. He was rubbing his
hardon through his jeans and gasped, "Oh, lady! You look just like
those girls in Playboy! I just can't believe I'm doing this. I can't
believe I looking at a real woman's pussy." I asked him, "Do you jack
off while you look at those girls in Playboy?" The boy turned red
again and nodded that he did. I told him it was nothing to be ashamed
about, that it was quite normal.
I pulled my panties off of my legs and was standing there
completely naked. I then asked, "Would you like a real live woman to
pose for you while you jack off?" The boy couldn't speak, but he had
his pants off in a flash. He pulled his underwear down and his smooth
young cock sprang up, it was purple from all the strain it had been
under. His member was nice sized, I'd say 7" or so, and I couldn't
take my eyes off of it. The boy took his cock in his right hand and
started jerking it up and down as he stared at me. I began posing for
him as he jacked himself off. I would bend over and let my tits hang
below me. Then I would turn my ass to him and spread my legs,
revealing my cunt from behind. I was squeezing my jugs together when
the boy couldn't take anymore and shot long spurts of cum onto my
kitchen floor. The boy collapsed into a chair and just mumbled. I was
to far gone to stop there. I asked the boy, "Want me to clean that
cock of yours?" Then I knelt in front of him and licked his still
hard dick. I sucked his cock into my mouth and the boy cried, "I'm
gonna shoot again!" I quickly pulled my mouth off of him and said,
"Oh no. Not yet!" Then I gently applied pressure on the end of his
cock, just below and under the glans. I said, "Before you shoot
again, how about putting this hard dick of yours into my pussy?"
The shaking boy nodded his head and I spun around on the tile
floor. I looked back at him and said,"Well, get off that chair and get
behind me. I liked to be fucked from behind!" The young boy knelt
behind me and began feeling my ass and cunt. I told him to put the
end of his dick between the folds of my cunt. As he did I had a
tremendous orgasm and screamed, "Oh, come on! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The
boy gave out a little grunt and slid his throbbing cock into me. I
told him to squeeze my tits and fuck me hard. He leaned over my back
and reached under me to grab my dangling tits. Then he started fucking
my slippery cunt like he'd done it a hundred time before. I had three
more orgasms and I felt the boy's spunk shoot up in me at least
twice before he pulled his cock out of me.
After we had both had a chance to catch our breath, we sat on the
tile floor, facing each other in silence. Finally the young boy, who
had just finished royally reaming my cunt, said, "I still can't
believe that I've screwed a real woman!" I told him, "That was
absolutely fantastic. Let's go take a shower and then do it again!"
The boy told me he was supposed to be back at the store an hour ago
and that his boss would be furious if he didn't return soon. I told
my new found lover to let me take care of it, and asked him if his
boss knew his mother. The boy told me his boss had never spoken with
his mom, so I picked up the phone and dialed the grocery store. I
asked to speak to the manager and when he answered, I said, "Hello,
this is Barry's mother calling. I'm sorry, but Barry won't be able to
return to work. After his last delivery, he came home soaking
wet and was complaining about not feeling well. I managed to get him
out of his wet clothes and I took his temperature, orally. He was
burning up! He's going to get a warm shower now and I'm going to put
him to bed. I'm going to try and sweat that fever out of him, but it
looks like he will be in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!" As I
hung up the phone, I felt a warm hand placed on my left tit and I
turned to see the smiling boy with another monsterous hardon. He
said, "A guy couldn't dream of a better 18th birthday present than
you! My birthday is in three weeks!" I thought to myself that if
anyone ever found out I had been fucking and sucking a 18 year old, I
would never live it down! But, the sight of that magnificent,
throbbing, teenage hardon made me forget all about what was right or
wrong. As Barry and I walked to the bathroom, he gently caressed my
ass and asked, "What is sixty-nine like?" I closed my eyes and thought
to myself, "Thank you! Thank You!"
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