Beth Murchison:

The wall paper in the formal dining room was looking a little dingy and tired. I researched the local contractors and found the Rossi Paint and Paper Company had a good reputation with some of my neighbors. I called Rossi and spoke with the owner, Tony Rossi. Mr. Rossi promised to stop by tomorrow and look over the work required.

Mr. Rossi came the next afternoon. He was in his mid-forties, about 5’-11” tall and a slim 160 pounds, without the usual middle-aged paunch. I showed him to the formal dining room. He observed the room and took a couple measurements. We discussed price and schedule. He could have one of his assistants begin work the following Monday.

I should introduce myself. I am Elizabeth Sutton Murchison, thirty-one-year-old widow of Robert Craig Murchison. I am 5’-7” and 127 pounds. Even if I must say so, I have not lost the looks that landed me Bobby eight years ago. I know all the gossip and inuendo from when I married Bobby then. A twenty-three-year-old waitress marrying a fifty-year-old stock broker and widower? Of course, there was a lot of talk locally.

No, I am not a gold digger. Bobby and I met and fell for each other. After a whirlwind courtship, we were married six months later. I moved into Bobby’s big old house in Old Lyme, Connecticut. We were a good couple despite our twenty-seven-year gap in ages. One thing we looked forward to was starting a family.

I wanted kids. Bobby did too. His first wife Julie was unable to conceive. She passed away in an accident three years before Bobby and I met. Four years ago, Bobby and I got serious about starting our family. Sadly, Bobby was diagnosed with brain cancer soon afterward. His treatments interfered with his ability to impregnate me. The cancer was quick. In less than a year, I was a wealthy widow with a big old house and need for a family that was not met.

I dated some but pickings were slim. I had no interest in the many money-hungry youngers guys pursuing me. I found Bobby was the exception among the older men of his class. They were by and large boring and interested in talking about their money and their work.

I was thirty-one, horny and wanting a family. I was desperate enough that I considering going to a fertility clinic and get a sperm donor. I had the money to raise a child on my own.

The following Monday, Mr. Rossi showed up with his assistant. “This is my son, Michael Rossi. He will do the bulk of the work for you, Mrs. Murchison. Of course, I will supervise to make sure he does a first-class job for you.

“It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Murchison,” the young man commented. I looked him over. He was tall, about 6’-1” and slim, maybe 165 pounds. Damn, the young man was built. He was a stud.

“Oh, please call me Beth,” I replied as I shook his hand. The grip was firm. This guy was well muscled. “Mrs. Murchison is too formal.”

I led Tony and Michael back to the formal dining room. The two got to work, moving and covering the furniture. Tony stayed for an hour, helping his hunky son get organized for the work. Michael got to work stripping the wallpaper. The chemical used for stripping smelled terrible, so I turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows to air the house. It was quite hot for mid-June, already 85 degrees at ten o’clock.

I puttered around during the morning, periodically checking in to see what progress my painter was making. “This paper is old and the process will be slow,” Michael indicated. “It’s coming off in little flakes instead of long strips the way it is supposed to.”

“Keep at it,” I replied. “If you need anything, I will be outside enjoying the sun on the pool deck. I went upstairs and changed into one of my bikinis. For modesty, I wore a cover-up downstairs when I headed out to the deck. I got comfortable in a lounge chair. The dining room windows overlooked the deck. I noticed Michael checking me out more than once. A couple times I saw his hand go to his crotch to adjust the boner I must be giving the kid. I’ve still got it.

I headed inside at noon. I popped my head into the dining room. “I’m making lunch,” I said. “Would you like me to make some for you?”

“I’m good,” Michael replied. “I brought my lunch.”

“I have lobster salad for sandwiches,” I offered.

“That beats PB and J by a mile,” Michael responded. “OK, I accept your offer.”

I headed out to the kitchen and assembled to sandwiches from the leftover lobster from last night. I made two small salads to go with the sandwiches. I called for Michael when everything was ready. He stopped dead in his tracks when he stepped into the doorway into the kitchen. He blushed as he stared at me.

Oh shit, I forgot to put on my wrap before I came inside. I was wearing nothing but my very revealing bikini. The effect on Michael was immediate. He threw a boner to stop all boners. I stared back momentarily, mesmerized at the sight of the bulge his erection put to his shorts. God, this guy was hung. The bulge in his shorts must be hiding something like eight or nine inches of meat.

Michael had shed his T-shirt in the heat of the morning. I took in the full vision of this stud in front of me. His shorts went to mid-thigh, revealing, long muscular, well-tanned legs. His torso ... oh my, this guy was built. His abs were pronounced, as were his pecs. Damn, this stud worked out.

“Um ... sorry for staring ... Mrs ... uh, Murchison,” the boy stammered.

“Please call me Beth,” I responded. “Come, have a seat, Michael.”

“I prefer Mike,” Michael responded.

“Mike it is,” I responded as I motioned for him to have seat at the table. I slid the plate with the sandwich and salad over to the young man. We began eating.

“Man, Mrs ... uh, Beth, this sandwich is delicious,” Mike commented.

“Thank you,” I responded. “Is working for your father fulltime or do you attend college?”

“Um ... I graduated from high school a couple weeks ago,” Mike answered. “I start college later, near the end of August.”

“Where are you going?”

“Princeton,” Mike replied.

“Princeton?” I responded. “The painting business must pay well.”

“Um ... My parents and I got quite a bit of scholarship help to afford it,” Mike explained. “It didn’t hurt that their swim team was recruiting me either.”

“You’re a swimmer?”

“I am,” Mike confirmed. That explained how well developed his muscles were. Swimming is a hell of a way to get in shape. “I won a couple medals at the state swim championships last month. A gold and a silver.”

“Congratulations,” I responded. “Is your sandwich OK?”

“OK?” Mike answered. “It is fantastic.”

We continued talking, me quizzing him on his swim career. It turns out the young man was quite accomplished. His dream? Make the U. S. Olympic team. Would he? The next four years of college competition would tell.

The whole time we talked, Mike divided his eyes between my face and my breasts. At thirty-one, when I handsome stud pays attention to you, the attention was welcome. I am sure ogling my breasts did not help him with the boner he had when he stepped into the kitchen.

Mike still had the obscene bulge in his shorts when he finished lunch and went back to work. I did the dishes and headed back out to sun some more on the deck. I fell asleep as I enjoyed the rays.

I had the wildest dream while I napped. Mike and I were upstairs in my huge bed, naked as the days we were born. The hunk was on top of me was drilling me with what had to be a thick, ten-inch cock. God, the reaming he was giving me felt so good. Suddenly he pushed my hips up and planted his cock deep into my belly. I felt what must have been a gallon of the stud’s sperm flood my womb.

The scene in my dream changed. It must have been months later, because I saw myself with this huge belly. I was carrying this swim stud’s baby. I woke up suddenly after that. Hell, what a dream.

I tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind as I awoke. Did this need to be a dream? I had the swim stud here at my house for the next week. He was a gorgeous hunk of manhood. He was athletic, having won those medals at the state championship. He must be smart, to earn a way to Princeton. Would I find a better donor if I went to a fertility clinic for artificial insemination? Unlikely.

I wanted to start my family, even if I did not have a man in my life. Could I seduce this eighteen-year-old boy to get the child I so much wanted? I glanced towards the dining room windows, to try to catch a sight of this swim hunk.

I caught him easily. He was standing at the window with his hand down his shorts. Obviously, he was seeking relief from watching my bikini-clad beauty. Why not go for it? What did I have to lose? Would seduction be all that difficult? He was interested in me, that was apparent.

Mike scurried away from the window when he saw me looking at him. I went back to my musings. Could I really seduce this young man? Why not? I considered the timing. My period started ten days ago, so I was unlikely to catch if I dragged him to bed today. Now, in a couple days, I would be most likely to catch if I got a load of this hunk’s sperm in my womb.

But then, why wait? Get this stud warmed up and delivering, even if it was early. Keep going back for more until the work in the dining room was done. Hell, this was way cheaper than going to a fertility clinic. I was quoted a cost of $3,000 when I spoke with them a few weeks ago. The $1,000 to get Michael Rossi here in my house for a week was less expensive and I got a new dining room look too.

How do I accomplish this seduction? I couldn’t just jump him now on the dining room table. That would not do. I needed to work up to my goal, a good screwing and impregnation. Flirt with the young man and then push it further. My goal was to have him in my bed by Wednesday when his sperm should be most effective at accomplishing my goal, to have a baby in nine months.

I went inside to check on my soon-to-be lover. He was more than half done stripping the old wallpaper from the wall. Tony Rossi stopped by to check in on his son while I was in there flirting with Mike. It was good I decided to take my time. His father finding him mounting me on the dining room table would have been a big mood kill. Tony approved of the work Mike was doing. He predicted stripping would be done by dinner time. Tomorrow Mike would sand and patch the walls to get them smooth and ready to take a base coat of paint.

I checked on Mike a few more times during the afternoon, always joking and teasing him as well as touching him on the shoulder or arm while I was with him. Was I having an effect on him? Certainly. He gandered at my breasts most visits. I stayed in my bikini without my wrap all afternoon, to keep the young man’s motor running. I accomplished that goal too. I think he was hard every time I visited him.

Mike Rossi:

O. M. G! I thought about the five times Mrs..., uh, Beth checked in on me. Damn, that woman had the biggest, most delectable set of titties I had ever encountered. What I would give to bury my head between those two beauties? Just about anything, and do more, if I could. I was hard all afternoon, dreaming of plunging my dick deep into that woman’s pussy. What would it be like to fuck an older woman? My previous experiences were with strictly middle school and high school girls.

I was by no means a virgin. That hadn’t been true since Neveah Barnett allowed me into her pants during “Seven Minutes in Heaven” during a middle school party over five years ago. I knew the girls considered me to be a hunk. I parleyed my looks into a whole series of girlfriends, most recently with Savannah Edwards. Savannah and I dated for the better part of our senior year, parting by mutual agreement after prom a few weeks ago. Savannah was starting summer semester at the University of Maine in a week. I was heading south to New Jersey and Princeton, hundreds of miles away. Our relationship had no future.

I was experienced enough to recognize when a female was interested in me. Mrs. Murchison ... uh, Beth was definitely interested. Could I fuck a client? My dad would kook if he found out that I did that. Still, I was a grown-up, well almost a grown-up. My eighteenth birthday was three weeks away. If the opportunity presented itself? Yes, I would fuck an older woman, especially one as hot as Beth.

I excused myself to the bathroom twice that afternoon to jerk off to try to relieve the tensions I was feeling. I probably was going to need to do that a couple more times after work while I dreamed of plunging my dick into her hot, tight pussy.

I showed up promptly at eight o’clock the next morning for work. I had jerked off in the shower before I came over, in hopes of taming the beast between my legs. Hah! Beth answered the door in short shorts and a halter top with no bra. Damn! I went hard instantly. It was going to be a long day.

She took me back to her dining room. She stayed around as I got busy. I had to tape all the trim and wainscoting so the paint didn’t get on it. After that, I would patch and sand all the walls and ceiling to get the surface prepped for painting. Beth flirted with me as I worked. Damn, my boner got even harder when she put her hand on my shoulder or arm. I just wanted ... no needed to bend her over the table and fuck her until she screamed.

Beth Murchison:

Tuesday was another warm day. It was above eighty by 8:30 that morning. Mike took off his shirt and displayed those, oh so delectable muscles I had dreamt of all evening. I just wanted to jump this hunk. I popped in to check up on my stud and flirt a few times in the morning. Just before lunchtime, I stuck my head in the doorway and asked, “You up for fish tacos for lunch?”

“Fish tacos?” Mike responded. “Hell, yeah. No PB and J today.”

I served Mike three fish tacos with a side of slaw. Mike devoured the tacos, all the while ogling my breasts. The poor guy had to be going crazy with lust. He seemed to be hard every time I saw him. Hopefully, it would be easy to get him into bed. My goal: bed him by tomorrow afternoon and take the first of many loads of the sperm into my soon-to-be fertile belly. Two days before my expected ovulation, this would maximize the chances of his little swimmers did their job.

It was time to up the ante. I changed to my skimpiest bikini after lunch and went out to sunbathe. My big yard had a privacy fence around it, so I often sunbathed in the nude, to eliminate any tan lines on my body. I took off my top and bottom before settling in. I laid on my front and tanned my back for a while. I noticed Mike taking peeks out the window.

Mike Rossi:

Holy shit! Beth is sunbathing in the nude. God, maybe I should just head outside, strip off my shorts and have my way with that hot lady right now. I needed relief and I needed it now. I went to the bathroom to jerk off and relieve my hard-on.

I got back to work on sanding. I couldn’t spend all my time watching Beth. My dad would get on my case if I did not get the sanding done this afternoon. Later, I noticed Beth flipped onto her back. God, how could a thirty-something woman have such perky titties? However she managed it, those titties could have belonged to a seventeen-year-old.

I stroked my boner a couple times through my shorts and went back to sanding. Thankfully my erection was mostly soft when Dad checked in on me to see my progress. I continued sanding.

I was close to finished with the sanding, Beth came in to flirt some more. She rubbed her hand across the wall where I had finished sanding.

“This so smooth, Mike,” Beth purred into my ear. Her arm went around my waist and she pressed her bikini-clad breasts to my side. Oh, God! I thought to myself. The hand around my waist slipped up over my shoulder. She pulled my head down and kissed me ... on the cheek.

Beth Murchison:

I stared up into Mike’s eyes to see his reaction. He stared down at me for a moment. He twisted his head and leaned down more and kissed me on the lips. My second hand went around his neck and pulled him in closer as I pressed my body against his. I returned the kiss, slipping my tongue between our lips.

Mike’s tongue met mine. OH! This hunk of eye-candy was a good kisser too. Our tongues dueled as we made out like two horny, lust-filled teens. Well, one of us was a horny, lust-filled teen. I was able to do a good imitation of one as we made out passionately.

Mike’s hand went to my left breast. He gently fondled it while we exchanged tongues. I felt the bulge of his hard-on press against my belly was we deep kissed. I needed to be filled with that hard shaft.

Mike Rossi:

Holy fuck! I was making out with a middle aged woman ... and she was a fabulous kisser. I rubbed my hard-on against her side. She made no comment when I fondled her soft titties. That felt so sweet. We continued Frenching and caressing each other. Damn this was hot. Could I really sink my boner into her tight twat? It seemed likely.

“Upstairs?” Beth huffed between kisses. “I need you.”

“Yeah [pant] let’s do ... it,” I groaned. I followed this hot, nearly in heat, female upstairs to her master suite. Her bed was huge. She dragged me over to it and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. My hands went to the back of her bikini, untying the strings that held the top together.

Beth ripped my shorts and boxers down to my feet. I stepped out of them. She dropped her bottom before pulling me into her bed. I think she expected me to slide between her legs and stuff my dick up inside her immediately. I knew better than that.

I pressed my body to her side as one leg slipped between hers. I continued kissing her while one hand fondled her titty and teased her nipple. Foreplay is important. After about five minutes, I slipped a hand down and explored her slot. Beth was wet as hell. She was primed and ready to take my aching tool. But not yet.

Beth Murchison:

My God. This eighteen-year-old’s cock was huge. No, not ten inches like my fevered imagination, but easily over eight inches long and thick too. I could not get my finger and thumb around the base of his shaft. I needed this thing now.

To my surprise, Mike did not roll between my legs and take me. He dipped his hand down and explored my slot, bringing my lust and need even higher. A finger and then two slipped inside my desperately needy pussy. He finger fucked me for a bit while we kissed. After a little, he slid between my legs, leaned down and began lapping my labia. Mike was the third guy to go down on me, and the first since my sweet Bobby passed away three years ago.

Mike knew enough to not over-stimulate my clitoris. He licked while he finger fucked me. I could feel a wonderful climax approach. This sweet guy continued licking and teasing me. It didn’t take long for him to short circuit my brain.

“Oh FUCK!” I gasped as his nipping and sucking on my clitoris blew the top off my head. The obviously experienced boy slipped from between my legs to avoid getting brained by a knee. I panted as I climaxed and then slowly recovered my wits. Mike lay down beside me and kissed me again.

“FUCK ME NOW!” I demanded. “I need you now.” Mike crawled between my legs and kneeled.

“Do I need a rubber with you?” Mike asked politely as he gazed over at his shorts. “I am prepared if I need one.”

“Stuff me now!” I demanded. I reached for his dick, trying to line it up with my desperately needy hole. Mike clambered over me, raising his body off mine on his elbows. My hard nipples rubbed against my stud’s chest. He nudged his huge cock towards my center, needing a couple nudges before he found the spot.

Mike hunched his hips and slipped his huge erection into my wet pussy. It took a couple thrusts before I saw his patch of dark pubic hair mash against my neatly trimmed patch of blond pubes. God, this monster stretched me like no other cock had ever done.

Mike Rossi:

Sliding my dick into that sweet twat? It was great. I half expected a middle-aged woman’s pussy to be loose. This one wasn’t. It was nice and tight and gripped my dick with a velvety touch. I went to stroking in and out. I knew I should slow down and try to make this last but I was too worked up. I hammered away.

“Are you ... sure this ... Oh ... kay?” I huffed as I pumped in and out.

“Go ahead ... and enjoy ... this, stud,” Beth moaned in response. It had been close to a year since I had sex with a girl on the pill. My ex, Savannah, had conservative parents who would not permit her to go on the pill. We had always used a rubber, well almost always, except for those two times last fall when we got carried away.

Beth caressed my sides and gave me occasional tongue kisses as we fucked. We went at it frantically for a couple minutes. The pace was too fast and I knew I wouldn’t last. I could feel Beth had the same need, to go to climax. I hammered away for a few more strokes until I felt the urge rise.

I speared my dick deep into my lover. I pressed hard trying to burrow deeper into Beth. My shaft throbbed as I delivered my load into Beth.

Beth Murchison:

I knew this ride was almost over as Mike’s thrusts lost their rhythm. He mashed his dick in too deep. I felt his heart beat through his shaft as his big tool swelled, throbbed and then delivered the sperm I desperately wanted and needed into my womb. Pulse after pulse of baby-making sperm flooded my pussy. Would this be enough to impregnate me? Time would tell. Maybe.

I loved being taken by this young man and his huge, thick tool. Maybe more deliveries of sperm could be arranged between now and the end of this week. I was game for more if Mike was. Mike slumped down on top of me. I held the boy briefly on my chest before rolling us to our sides. His cock went soft and plopped out of me with an audible plop. I felt his sperm leak out of me when he fell out.

“Was I OK?” Mike murmured as he recovered from his climax.

“You were spectacular, swim stud,” I replied, giving him a passionate kiss.

“You were special too,” Mike sighed. “I guess I should get back to work now.”

“Cuddle with me for a while,” I replied. “This is nice too.”

“It is,” Mike agreed. “Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

“Count on it, my big stud,” I replied. “I think I am going to need this quite often.”

“I can probably do that,” Mike said. “I am so glad you are on the pill. Skin on skin is so much nicer than wearing a rubber.”

Perhaps I should have told Mike that my plan was for him to impregnate me but I did not. If I succeeded, I did not plan to put any claim for support from the Rossi family. I had more than enough money to raise a baby we created without encumbering a young man’s future.

“I hope this was what you were looking for,” Mike commented after kissing me.

“You were spectacular,” I replied, returning the tongue kiss. “Obviously, you have quite a bit of experience in bed. You did a hell of a job, for an eighteen-year-old.”

“Um ... I’m seventeen.”

“Seventeen?” I said, blanching.

“Relax, Beth,” Mike replied. “The age of consent in Connecticut is sixteen. The police are not going to come and arrest you for corrupting a minor.” He chuckled. “This minor is already quite corrupted. Anyway, I am only a minor for another three weeks.”

“Whatever age you are, keep doing what you did with me,” I said. “You will not have any trouble finding girlfriends. I haven’t had a guy go down on me since my husband got sick and passed away.”

“Do you think we will try this again while I am working for you?”

“I certainly hope so,” I agreed.

“Like now?”

“Are you done with your work today?” I asked.

“Um ... I have half an hour of sanding to do,” Mike said.

“Go finish sanding,” I said. “Come upstairs for an encore when you are done sanding.”

Mike Rossi:

How had I lucked into this incredible situation? God only knows. I finished my sanding in twenty-five minutes. I had a horny lady upstairs waiting for round two. I was fully ready to deliver too. I dashed upstairs, unzipping my shorts as I went. Beth was naked in bed, waiting for me. She had placed a pillow under her backside, I supposed so I had better access to her pussy when we did it again.

I lay down beside her and began kissing her. I played with one of her titties while we kissed. We made out for a few minutes.

“Mike, foreplay is important for a girl,” Beth commented. “This is round two. I am already soaking and ready for your cock. Are you ready for the main event.”

“I can do that,” I agreed quickly. I scrambled down between Beth’s outspread legs. “Missionary again?”

“Sure,” Beth agreed. “Do you mind a little advice from an older woman?”

“Sure.”

“Go ahead the slid into me,” Beth said. I did, hovering over her body on my elbows like the last time. My dick was stuffed the whole way into her hot and very sloppy tunnel. “Push your body up until your arms are straight. Slide up a little until your pubic area is resting against my clitoris.”

I did as Beth asked, my pubic bush obscuring her clitoris. “Rub your pubis against my clit with each stroke you take,” Beth instructed. I did as asked, trying to rub my pubes on her sensitive bump. I pulled out a little before plunging in.

“Use short strokes,” Beth continued teaching. “Grind and rub with each stroke. The girl you are with will absolutely love this position. You will probably bring her to climax with penetration this way.”

“I’ve never managed that,” I replied. “I always went down on them to get them off.”

“Now you are learning another technique to give your girl a good time,” Beth commented. I continued giving her short strokes and trying to grind and rub each time our pubic areas met. Beth’s legs came up around my backside and locked together, making everything tighter and more stimulating.

“There is an advantage for you,” Beth commented as I rubbed, ground and stroked her. “Short strokes aren’t as stimulating for you as long strokes. You will last longer.”

“Last longer,” I huffed as I fucked this amazing woman. “I like that.”

I continued stroking, grinding and rubbing. I watched Beth as we fucked. I could see my rubbing against her clitoris was having the effect she desired. She started squirming and panting as I fucked her. She rubbed and caressed my sides as we fucked. Beth was right. We passed three minutes of fucking and I wasn’t close to orgasm.

Beth seemed to enjoy what I was doing. We passed the four minute mark and Beth was begging me to keep grinding.

“OH FUCK!” Beth groaned. I felt her pussy tightened and squeeze my dick. I tried to keep stroking and rubbing. Beth shook as her pussy spasmed and gripped at my dick. It felt like her insides were milking me for my cum.

Fucking a girl while she climaxed was new to me. I tried to keep stroking but it was just too much. I growled and smashed my dick in deep and grunted as I blasted another load into her pussy. ‘Thank goodness for the pill,’ I thought as I pumped another load into my lover. We would be so fucked if Beth wasn’t protected.

Beth Murchison:

I felt the throb as my guy delivered another load of baby-makers. Mike panted and groaned as he delivered his load to my willing and receptive body. I knew from when Bobby and I tried to have kids, that orgasming while your guy delivered his load of sperm increased the amount of sperm my womb would receive. Would this load last until I ovulated? It might. A guy’s sperm was viable inside my womb for about five days.

Mike panted and pulled out as I came down from my climax. To my delight, with my butt raised, very little of his sperm drooled out of my hole. It was all destined to end up in my womb where it belonged.

“That was amazing, Beth,” Mike commented as he sat on his haunches between my open legs. “I’ve never given a girl an orgasm just with fucking.”

“Remember the technique, Mike,” I replied. “It will get you invited back to a girl’s bed repeatedly if you get them off like you just did with me.”

“Like ... maybe tomorrow?” Mike asked hopefully.

“Maybe a couple more times,” I said. “You do have to get the painting done before we have our fun.”

“That will be easy tomorrow,” Mike laughed. “I am painting the first coat on the ceiling in the morning. I have to wait a couple hours before I do the second coat. We can have some free time in between.”

Mike and I got dressed after cuddling and kissing for a bit. This swim stud of mine was highly trainable. He was going to make some lucky girl a great husband one of these days.

Mike Rossi:

I showed up ten minutes early for work on Wednesday and went right to it. I cut in the edges of the ceiling before using a roller to paint the rest of the ceiling. Beth stopped in a few times to check up on me. The hot widow was wearing short shorts again and a tube top. Damn she looked delectable.

I finished the first coat of the ceiling around 10:30 that morning. I went off looking for Beth. I checked the deck, the entertainment room and all over the first floor. I found her upstairs naked in the master bedroom.