Curt Aldrich
Hot widow, no panties

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer was silting in her living room staring blankly at a late-afternoon soap opera on TV when the newspaper truck pulled up across the street and dumped two large bundles of fresh newspapers at the curbside. The young truck driver, with muscles bulging under his T-shirt, looked so much like George, her recently deceased husband, that she jumped up off the couch to take a closer look. The young driver spotted her and gave a smile and a wave. Jennifer gave him a half-hearted wave back and sank back down on the couch. She didn't look up again from the TV until she was sure the truck had left.

Although the soap opera didn't interest her, she watched it anyway for something to do to keep her mind occupied. In fact, ever since the accident and George's death, she'd been doing little else than watch TV – the good-morning shows when she got up, the game shows all morning long, soap operas all afternoon. In the evenings she watched whatever was on, falling asleep in front of the TV and crawling to bed sometime during the night.

It had been six months since she'd received the call informing her that a crane had fallen on her husband at his construction job, killing him instantly, and she was still unable to believe it. She kept expecting George to pop in the door at any moment and tell her it had been a joke.

Bin it was no joke. George was dead. Jennifer was alone. She wondered if she was going to spend the rest of her life in front of a TV set, staring blankly at it.

The quarter-million dollars in life insurance benefits she'd received as a result of George's death were a mixed blessing. With the money wisely invested and earning dividends, she was set financially for the rest of her life. She'd never have to work to support herself.

But maybe it would have been better if George had left her nothing and she'd have been forced to go out and get a job. A job would have been good for her, would have taken her mind off the loss of her husband and given her less time to brood. How could she motivate herself to go out and find work though, when her quarter-million was earning her more money than the knew what to do with? So she sat home, watched TV, and brooded over the loss of George, wondering if she'd ever be happy again.

Across the street the two paperboys had arrived and were stuffing newspapers in their paper-sacks. They were both shirtless, and wearing skin-tight jeans. Both boys had dark tans and bushy, disheveled hair. The boy that delivered her own paper, Gary, was barefoot. The boys laughed as they worked, and their loud voices carded through Jennifer's front window. In a way, the boys reminded her of George, sweaty, hard-working, good-natured, and sexy.

Jennifer and George had both been seniors in high school when they'd met, and only months later, soon after June graduation, they'd been married. When they'd first met, Jennifer had been a virgin, but George had taken care of that situation at a drive-in movie a few nights later.

The moment Jennifer had felt George's big cock inside her, she'd become hooked on him and had realized that she'd never be happy unless she could marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. For the ten years of their marriage, Jennifer and George had fucked at least once a day without fail. Jennifer had lived for their fucking. She'd lived for the feel of George's hot cock grinding in her pussy. How could she ever be happy again without George?

She couldn't imagine finding another husband. In the first place, where was she going to find one? And even if she did manage to find out, she knew no man could ever satisfy her the way George had. Although she'd had no sexual experience with anybody but George in her life, she just knew that there could never be a bigger, harder, hotter cock than George's anywhere in the world, and she knew that no man could ever give her as much pleasure and satisfaction as George had.

A pair of stray dogs, one of them an Irish setter, the other a large mongrel, came bounding along the sidewalk across the street, and the mongrel stud caught the setter bitch right in front of the paperboys and mounted her. The stud's tongue dangled and dripped as he humped his furry loins and pistoned his stiff dog cock in the bitch's cunt.

The paperboys nudged each other, snickering. Gary, the blond, got down over his newspaper sack and mounted it, his loins humping as he imitated the mongrel stud. The other boy clutched his stomach with laughter. As an aghast old woman slowed her car and glared at the wicked scene, the boys shouted at her and gave the finger. She roared off in disgust.

Jennifer watched wide-eyed. She'd seen boys being rowdy before, but never so obscenely suggestive. She'd seen dogs fucking before too, but she'd always turned her eyes away in embarrassment and hadn't really watched. Now she became so engrossed in the scene across the street that she crossed the living room and nearly pressed her nose to the glass.

The mongrel's snout went up in the air. His eyes glazed over and his flanks shuddered as he pumped his spunk into the bitch. The two boys stopped their antics to watch the two dogs climax, and Gary stood up. Jennifer could see enormous hard-on's in the boys' threadbare jeans, and she swallowed to moisten her throat. The outlines of their hard-on's looked too big to be real. How could boys with bodies so slender, with hips so narrow, have cocks so long and thick? Her eyes must be playing tricks on her.

As the dogs uncoupled and the mongrel dismounted, Gary stuck his bare toes under the bitch's tail and tickled her cunt. The bitch yelped and ran away. The boys panted after her, their tongues hanging out. When she was out of sight, they punched each other, laughing wickedly. Their hard-ons hadn't gone down a millimeter.

The dark-haired paperboy hoisted his sack, throwing the strap over his shoulder. He tossed his head to get the hair out of his eyes and started off down the sidewalk, tailing something back to Gary and he disappeared from Jennifer's view. Gary shouted back at him and gave him the finger, then hoisted his own paper-sack.

With a toss of his blond head to get the hair out of his eyes, Gary started across the street toward Jennifer's house. She was the first customer on his route. As he padded along barefoot, the bulge down his right leg looked like it would tear through the tight-stretched, threadbare denim. His cock was so hard in his tight jeans that Jennifer could see its head outlined.

As Gary approached, Jennifer moved out of view so the boy wouldn't see her. Her heart was thumping and her face was misted with sweat. Her own jeans suddenly felt two sizes too small, for her pussylips had swollen and the crotch seam of her jeans had pulled up between them like a gag. Her tits had swollen in her red blouse, her hard ripples tingling as the blouse material rubbed against them. Like Gary, she was barefooted, and she wasn't wearing a bra either.

Staying out of sight, she peered out the window from the side and watched the bushy-haired teenager come up her walk. He was pulling a paper out of his sack and folding it over. She could hardly think. She hadn't been fucked in six months, not since the day George had been killed, and until this moment she hadn't realized just how unbearably frustrated she was. As she stared at the paperboy's huge, bulging hard-on, her pussy contracted and she moaned out loud.

The doorbell rang.

She couldn't believe it. Instead of just tossing her paper on the porch, he'd rung her doorbell. What could he possibly want? She'd just paid him a few days ago. The doorbell rang again, and she scampered to answer it.

"Hi," Gary said, his white teeth shining as he looked up at her. "The paper's starting this new thing where you get twenty percent off if you pay for the next six months in advance. Then I wouldn't have to collect every week either. I'd really appreciate it if you could pay every six months instead of every week. How about it?"

"Well, I guess it sounds all right," Jennifer said.

"Good. Can you give me a check?"

"Of course. Step inside."

He dropped his paper-sack on the floor of the foyer. He smelled of sweat and bubble gum. Freckles danced on his nose. Jennifer stole a glance at his crotch and he smiled suggestively, as if he knew what she was thinking.

"I'll get the check," she said quickly.

"No hurry," the boy said. As she half stumbled out of the room, Gary watched her, squeezing his cock through his pants. Wouldn't mind anchoring my fucker between them legs! he thought.

He imagined himself grabbing her from behind and rubbing up against her naked ass, then sliding his cock up her crotch, ever so easy. She was one hot blonde bitch. What an ass she had! She was the one whose husband had got smashed by the crane downtown. She probably wasn't getting banged any too regular these days, and she was itching for it. He could tell by the way she'd looked at him that she was hot for his rigid teen prick. He'd had lots of experience with horny older women who were hot for young cock.

He tossed the hair out of his eyes and wiped the sweat off his face. After watching those dogs, he felt like he could fuck anything. He'd known he'd be beating off in the park bushes if one of the ladies on his route that he fucked regularly wasn't hot for his prick today. He had about six regular women on his route who were crazy for paperboy cock. Most of them were housewives. One of them was a grandmother. He didn't care how old they were or what they looked like, just so they knew how to pleasure his prick.

Jennifer came back into the room with the check. Her face was red and her hand, shook as she handed the check to him. She couldn't keep her eyes off his cock.

"Thanks," he said.

Thanks, widow, he thought. He'd never banged a widow before. He gave her a cocky, boyishly cute smile, the kind of smile he knew turned older women on.

"Say, could I use your bathroom? I've really gotta go."

"Of course," Jennifer said. "I'll show you where it is."

In a daze, she led him down the hall to the bathroom. Time seemed suspended, as in a dream. The boy didn't close the bathroom door. Jennifer stood outside in the hallway, listening for the sound of him pissing in the toilet.

Gary dropped his jeans, the only clothing he had on. He put his hands on his hips, looking down at his eight-inch cock as it throbbed free in the air. His pisshole was open and starting to ooze lube. His cockhead shone a glossy, purplishy-red. His prick veins bulged. He knew Jennifer was just outside the door.

Come on, widow, he thought. Stick your nose in here and take a look. You'll like what you see.

Jennifer stood near the open door, her back pressed to the hallway wall, her heart slamming. Why wasn't he pissing? What was he doing? She wanted to hear him piss, to know that he was concentrating on his cum and not on the door. Maybe then she'd dare take a peek.

The boy's eyes were on the doorway. He wondered what the hell the widow was waiting for. By now the other housewives would have been crawling all over him, or on their knees begging for it. His balls felt like huge hardboiled eggs. His cock was so sweaty and hot he could smell it himself.

Jennifer tried to control her breathing. Her cunt throbbed with each wild beat of her heart. For the first time in six months, she'd forgotten completely about George. All her attention was on the paperboy in the bathroom.

Gary grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. "Ohhh yeahhhh!" he breathed. His eyes were on the doorway. "Awwwww fuck!"

Jennifer couldn't control her curiosity or her excitement. Edging toward the doorway, she peeked in.

Gary was looking straight at her, a leer on his face.

"Like it?" he said, waving his enormous cock at her. He licked his lips. "Want it?"

Heat flushed through Jennifer's body. She pulled herself into the doorway, clutching the door frame for support. Unbelievably, the boy's cock was even bigger than George's. The itch in her cunt was driving her crazy.

"Come and get it," the boy said. "It's all yours."

Jennifer swayed drunkenly as she moved into the room, drunk on excitement and lust.

"Take off all your clothes," the boy said. "Get naked."

Jennifer had so little control over her hands that she popped two buttons off her blouse as she pulled it off. The boy's tongue hung out when he saw her lust-swollen tits, which dangled under her like water-balloons as she bent forward to wiggle out of her jeans. She peeled the panties off her loins, away from her crotch, and as she stepped out of them the boy snatched them away from her.

"They're all wet and smelly!" he said. His cock flexed hard as he pressed the wet panties to his nose. His eyes went glassy. He rubbed the female scent all over his face, on his chest and nipples, on his cock and balls. "Can I keep these?"

"Well…" Jennifer said, not sure what he was asking.

"Great!" he said.

He took another whiff of his newly acquired panties, then slipped them in his pocket. Then he grabbed her and crushed her in his arms.

As he kissed her, his cock throbbed between them. His tongue squirmed in her mouth. He was shorter than she was, and he had to pull her head down to kiss her, but he was strong and sure of himself. He held her fight, growling as he rubbed his cock against her. His hand slid between her legs and groped her crotch.

Jennifer became a mass of quivering jelly. If the boy hadn't been strong, he would have dropped her. His body burned against hers. As one of his fingers slipped up her crotch, she went even limper in his arms, moaning, completely helpless.

The boy trembled as he tried to hold her up. "Want me to stick it to you? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yesssss!" Jennifer moaned. "Oh yessss!" Her tits were going to explode. Her loins were going to flame and melt.

He eased her down on the bathroom floor, then trial to turn her over so he could fuck her from behind, but she was too heavy and she wouldn't help any, so he gave up. He could fuck her from the front just as well, and that way he could rub against her tits. As she lay on her back, he raised her legs and forced her knees toward her shoulders.

Jennifer's cunt throbbed, the fuckjuices bubbling out of it as the sweaty paperboy bridged himself and rubbed his searing-hot prickhead up and down her crotch-furrow. As the lust surged through her, tears welled in her eyes. She reached down so she could spread herself wide-open. As she hauled apart her rubbery, swollen cunt-labs, hot juices ran out of her and down her asscrack. The paperboy anchored the head of his cock between her cuntlips and settled down on top of her. All eight inches of his teenage cock sank up her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" the paperboy and the widow moaned in unison as their fuck-organs coupled.

The boy's eyes rolled back, Jennifer's eyes rolled back, and the ecstatic expressions on both their faces looked almost painful.

Jennifer clung to the sweaty boy, her fingernails sinking into his back, her legs locking around him as he began to rock between them, as he began to slide his thick cock in and out of her seething pussy. As he fucked, he squirmed in her embrace, rubbing his hard chest against her spongy tits. His cock flexed inside her with each thrust, and Jennifer's cunt contracted reflexively in response.

"It sucks!" the boy moaned. "Awwww, it sucks!"

He corkscrewed his prick in her madly clutching cunt, trying to fuck her so deep that his cock would come in out her mouth.

Waves of heat swept through Jennifer's body. Her nipples and toes tingled and tightened with fuck pleasure. Her loins contracted and melted with each grinding thrust of the boy's cock into her. She'd forgotten fucking could feel so good. It seemed impossible that she'd gone six months without this feeling, without the feel of a big hard cock sliding inside her.

"It's so big!" she moaned.

"Yeah," the paperboy grunted. "Fucking big and hard!"

His teeth clenched, he plunged his cock inside her, cracking their hipbones together, popping his prickhead in and out of the mouth of her womb.

Jennifer tingled all over with alternate hot flashes and chills. Her toes curled hard. She churned her ass, grinding her cunt on the boy's ramming cock. She gasped each time the boy jabbed her womb. George had never penetrated her this deep. It almost hurt to be fucked this deep, but she loved the hurt. She wanted him to fuck her deeper, to hurt her even more.

"Harder!" she grunted. "Faster! Deeper! Oh yes, ohhhh yess!"

The paperboy panted, sweat dripping from his freckled nose. As his cock plunged up the widow's red-hot pussy, pleasure shot through his cock and streamed to every part of his body. His dirty toes, itchy with fuck tingles, clawed at the floor as he braced himself and bore down. He was going to fuck this hot widow till she screamed, and when he came he was going to blow lacy head off.

"Oh darling! Oh, yes, fuck me! Oh God!"

Jennifer arched her back, thrusting her tits up against the boy and rubbing them madly against him. Her nails raked down his back, leaving purplish claw marks on his tanned flesh. Her toes curled against his bouncing, churning, contracting asscheeks. She crushed him so hard in her sexual embrace that his back cracked as if he were receiving a chiropractic spinal adjustment.

The boy kissed her savagely, biting her lips, ramming his tongue down her throat. He gnawed the side of her neck, drooling spit. He jerked his head to clear his blond forelock out of his eyes. He writhed on top of her, grinding his cock in her, pleasuring his hot flesh against her hot flesh. His sweat rained down on her and his cock made squishing, sucking noises inside her.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhh!" the pleasure-crazy boy groaned. "Ohhhhh yeahhh!"

Jennifer couldn't remember if George had ever fucked her like this, with such animal passion. Right now she could hardly even remember the image of her dead husband's face. Right now she was deaf and blind to everything but the paperboy bearing down on her and fucking between her legs.

Her pussy-slabs became inflamed, tightening around the boy's plunging prick. Her cunt swelled inside too, tightening with each fucking thrust the boy delivered. She felt fiery tingles in her asshole. Her loins became a mass of itching, throbbing, melting pleasure-meat. She gnawed at the boy's square jawbone, her teeth nearly breaking his skin. Her fingernails tore at his back. As he grunted and growled, slamming his cock into her again and again, the fuck pleasure flooded every part of her body and her pussy exploded with spasms.

"Eeeeeh!" she whined, her body jerking, quivering, shuddering. "Ohoooo yessss!"

Her exploding pussy squeezed and sucked the boys cock so fiercely that his eyes nearly popped out. Her fuckjuices frothed out around his cock and drenched his balls like a flood of hot spit.

The boy's cock ballooned inside her, turning from rock-hard to steel-hard. His balls swelled as big as eggs, every cell of them prickling. As the widow's fist-like cunt tried to skin his cock alive and pop the head off it, electricity shot through his prick in rhythmic surges. When the fuck-feeling reached his nipples and toes, when every cell of his body was ready to explode with sensation, the jism spurted from his nuts and streamed through his cock like molten lava. His body shuddered as his spunk shot into Jennifer's cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" he moaned, his eyes rolled back with ecstasy. With each explosive ejaculation, he shuddered, electricity saturating his cock and spreading throughout his humping, undulating, writhing body. "Uh, uh, ahhhhh!"

Jennifer's eyes overflowed with tears and her face glowed. She rocked her hips, fucking the boy's spurting teen cock, gasping as his hot spunk splashed in her cunt and womb. It drove her crazy when his cock flexed inside her and ejaculated. Her spasms continued to surge through her in rhythmic bursts, torturing her loins, melting her.

"Fuck it in me!" she breathed. "Oh yes, fuck it all in me!"

She contracted her cunt, milking every last drop of cum from the boy's pleasure-raw prick. Jennifer and the paperboy lay together in a mass of sweaty flesh and tangled limbs. Their hearts pounded in unison. Their fuck-organs contracted with the aftershocks of orgasm. The boy lay as if dead on top of her, his hair in his eyes, the sweat trickling down his skin. His cock felt like a fat snake inside her as it slowly softened. She stroked the boy's back, sighing to herself, relaxing. She could lie here like this forever. The cold bathroom floor kit as comfortable to her as any bed.

The boy stiffened. He took a deep breath, then exhaled as he pushed up out of her arms. His cock slipped out of her, and as he stood up he brushed the hair out of his eyes. His cock dangled over his balls like a fat salami, drenched with Jennifer's juices.

"That was great," he said. "I needed that."

He stepped into his jeans, pulled them up, then sucked in his belly as he stuffed his cock in his pants and zipped up. He picked up Jennifer's panties and took a whiff of them. His eyes gazed over as if the panties were a potent inhalant drug.

"Thanks for these," he said, dangling the panties from his fingertips. He rolled the panties up and stuffed them in his hip pocket. With his grubby toes, he tweaked Jennifer's left nipple. "Be seein' ya, widow baby."

Before Jennifer could gather enough strength to stand, the paperboy was down the hallway and picking up his paper-sack in the foyer. He slammed the front door as he left, leaving Jennifer alone again.