Chapter 10: Horny Housewife

On Monday morning I woke with a throbbing erection and the erotic sight of Irene having sex with the little twelve year old Beulah burned into my mind. And then came the bad news ... twice.

First was a note I found under my door at noon. Tanya wrote to say she had to go to the city ... a visa matter ... and couldn't clean on Saturday. The lack of housecleaning didn't bother me but missing the vacuuming by her pretty mouth was something else.

The second piece of bad news was that the coming weekend was "Bonding Weekend" which I found out was a two nights, three days camping trip where the fathers took their children from noon Friday until Sunday evening. I wouldn't even get a chance to get relief with either Deepa or Rhaina.

It was a long week, especially with nothing to look forward to at the end. After school on Friday I ate some junk food, changed into my sweat pants and settled down with my single malt whiskey determined to relax.

I had barely had a sip when there was a knock on the outside door. I opened it to find Mrs. Whittier there holding a bowl or casserole or something.

"I just never seem able to have you over for diner so today with everybody off camping I decided I could bring dinner to you. But you'd better put this in the microwave and heat it," she added as she placed the covered casserole on the kitchen table.

It was a cool night but she was wearing a t-shirt that displayed clearly her magnificent mammarial blessings. She had on a short skirt and bedroom slippers and her heavily painted mouth pouted appealingly.

"Is it all right for me to offer the preacher's wife a drink?"

"Oh Mr. Aspen. Yes! Reverend Whittier wouldn't approve but we're not going to tell him are we?"

Is scotch OK?

"Oh yes. With ice."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Aspen?"

"Not now ... I used to but she found someone else."

"It must be hard," she said and then giggled, "I don't mean what you thought," she continued, "I mean going without a girl for so long."

It was obvious that her double entendre hadn't been spoken in error. Was she inviting advances. I could see that she wasn't wearing a brassiere and her humungous jugs jiggled with every move of her shoulders.

"Yes Mrs. Whittier. It's very hard ... in whatever way you mean."

And then her hand was on my leg moving up to my groin.

"Maybe you need some tender loving care from an old married lady. Would you like that," and then her hand closed over my full blown erection and she uttered a breathless, "OhmyGod!"

"Let's go to the bedroom and talk about it Mrs. Whittier," I said as I refilled the glass that she had quickly emptied.

"Yes Mr. Aspen ... I want to talk about it. Can I talk dirty to you? The Reverend won't let me say what I like saying,"

"Say whatever you feel like saying," and as I replied her skirt dropped in a heap around her ankles and she peeled off the t-shirt that barely disguised her big, bouncy boobs. Then she flopped down naked on her back on my bed and spread her thick thighs.

"This is what I came for Mr. Aspen," and she reached out to drag my sweatpants down. "I need a cock in my hungry cunt but I never expected to be this quick and this lucky."

I lay beside her on the bed, noting that her big tits were definitely natural for they flattened, the saucer-sized areola puckering pinkly as I leaned close and kissed her. The woman's mouth was delightfully soft and moist and it opened to drag my tongue inside. I had all weekend so I decided to milk the moments for all I could.

I gently slid my hands over her buxom body, slowly, exploring her. With my mouth I explored the area of her convex belly with my lips and nose, getting close to the navel and making soft circles. I then began licking the area of her rib cage, kissing and gently sucking on the skin. I explored each side, slowly, lovingly, painfully ... tasting and kissing that soft skin.

She was breathing heavily from the teasing and I saw that her vulva and clit were already swollen. I caressed her body, her face and her magnificent breasts until "No more, please," she whispered pleadingly. "I want you inside me!" she begged. "I want you to fuck me with that beautiful big cock."

I pinned both her arms to the bed, and enclosed her right breast in my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned loudly, and she convulsed and tried to break free, but after a few seconds it was over, I could hear her breathing heavily. Then I let go of her arms. I lay my head on her pillowing breasts.

I moved lower then, down between her limply splayed legs and opened my mouth wide, engulfed her clitoris, and sunk my tongue into her vulva as deeply as I could, and took a slow, upward lick.

I heard her take a deep, sudden breath, and she made a loud gasping sound as she desperately took air into her lungs. I then began caressing her clitoris with my tongue, pressing hard, never losing contact, and I kept mauling her breasts. She was breathing in very short gasps now, and I could feel her body tensing underneath me. I felt her warm fluid soaking my chin, some of which reached my neck, but I kept going.

I did not know how long I licked her, but I did feel her tense and moan more than six times. By the tenth time I stopped counting and just enjoyed the experience. Needless to say by then I had more or less figured out the timing of her orgasms, and right as one was about to start, I stopped.

I put myself into position, guiding the thick head of my cock to her shaven, swollen pussy lips, and I pressed it hard against her swollen labia. Before I could do anything else though, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in.

I felt the warm, slimy moisture of her vagina swallow my cock, and with each disappearing centimetre I felt more and more of her heat wrap around it. I moaned and gasped as wet, slimy sounds filled the air, as more and more of my man-meat sank into her; I moaned as if it was the first time I ever felt the warmth of a woman.

"Oohhh God Mr. Aspen. You're a gift from Heaven," the woman moaned as she tilted her broad hips and I felt her warm, wet pussy wrapped around my manhood, and the friction as I slid into her. I was getting an unusual thrill from sinking my cock into a woman that was 11 years my senior and giving her pleasure. It was different than getting into the young teenagers I'd had ... that special thing I got when I fucked Janey's Aunt.

Mrs. Whittier's pussy squeezed my cock hard as centimetre, after centimetre of my rock-hard cock sank into her hot slimy fuck hole, the slimy sounds continuing to fill the air. Finally, I buried it to the balls. The thickness of my cock had her grimacing in pleasure and pain- she obviously had never taken a dick as thick as mine before. Out of consideration, and desire, I didn't begin thrusting right away. I simply lay on top of her, joined with her at the genitals, and savoured the sensation as long as I could.

She began to move her hips, which felt good, but I asked her to stop; "please no, no friction, no friction" I said gasping "I want to savour your warmth." What little movement she made caused me to get excited, but I kept control, though I must admit the slimy sounds of our joined genitals was almost too much to bear.

There we were, joined at the hip, my cock fully engulfed by this natural pussy, with the feeling of her slimy warmth completely engulfing my tool, her legs and arms wrapped around me, and absolutely no movement. Remaining rock hard, I began kissing her.

"Hurry Mr. Aspen. Fuck me! Ram that big cock into the bottom of my cunt," and the woman locked her legs around my hips and levered her pelvis against mine. The slurpy noises got louder and louder, faster and faster, ever so slowly. I could feel her pussy gripping me as if she was going fall of cliff. She was gripping me, sucking me into her, the sloppy noises squishing louder and louder each time she gripped me and sucked me into her.