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CHAPTER THREE

Ever since Jean peeked into Dave's room and saw his bouncing feet on the bed as he jerked off, she seemed to have a permanently leaking cunt. Every man she saw seemed a possible fuck. But she hadn't had a date in a while and there were no new prospects.

Jean worked in an office full of uninteresting married men and older women. The few guys worth fucking she had already fucked.

Letting her hands drop from the keyboard of her typewriter, she let them fall into her lap. Taking a fast look around, she noticed that, as usual, no one was paying any attention to her.

Under her fingers, her cunt was wet and hungry. Jean began to breathe faster as she thought of doing something outrageous. But only outrageous measures could give her relief. Usual masturbation wore off before her fingers were dry.

But when Jean did something really exciting, she could forget her horniness for hours at a time.

Now her brain was buzzing with a kinky idea. She casually slipped her skirt up her thighs toward her cunt. Then she pressed her fingers against the damp place on her pantyhose where her cunt lay hidden.

Damn pantyhose, Jean thought. In the good old days she would have had a garter belt and regular stocking son, and her cunt would have been available to her creeping fingers.

But no one was looking, so Jean quickly leaned forward and lifted her ass from her chair. At the same time, she pulled her pantyhose and panties down.

Now she could feel the cool seat of the chair on her bare ass. Her cunt was wetting the chair and her ass. Although she was going into a desperate fit of lust, all the other people in the huge office were still busily typing and filing and talking on the phone.

Jean tucked her fingers into her crotch. Her pantyhose and underpants were down far enough so she could finger-fuck herself easily.

As she slipped, a finger into her soaking cunt she began shifting papers around on her desk so that she would appear busy.

With her finger up her snatch she knew that she would have to rub herself off. She was too horny to be satisfied to merely diddle for a while. And she had to do it at her desk to make it truly exciting. After all, she jerked off so frequently it became second-nature, like breathing.

But this was a new wrinkle. Jerking off right at her desk was just the sort of thing she needed to provide a little thrill in her dull life.

Jean pushed her slender middle finger high up her cunt. The rest of her hand was crammed into the softness of her hairy mound. It would be easy to finger herself and remain quiet and still. But attracting attention to what she was doing would make for a bit more excitement than she wanted.

With her head bent over the papers she was shuffling back and forth, Jean looked like a woman at work. No one would wonder where her other hand was.

She wiggled her finger, sending a current of kinky lust through her. Opening her mouth, she breathed hard but quietly. When she heard her chair squeaking she stopped her ass from wiggling and increased the twisting of her finger.

When she touched her clit with her thumb she couldn't help gasping. But she turned that gasp into a yawn. No one expected that there was a secret masturbator in their presence.

Jean moved her ass to the edge of her chair so that her cunt was hanging over the edge. That way she could tickle her asshole at the same time that she fucked her pussy with her finger. And now she was using her thumb more vigorously on her cunt.

"Here you go, Jean," a voice suddenly said above her.

Jean looked up. There was Mark, the office boy. He was holding a big stack of folders out toward her.

"The boss said you were waiting for these reports," Mark said.

She had been waiting for them, but she didn't need them now. But there was nothing to do but take them. She reached for the stack of folders with her free hand. The stack was much too big to hold in one hand, though.

When the folders began sliding, about to spill, Jean automatically pulled her hand from her cunt to rescue them. She heard the elastic of her undies snap. The unmistakable odor of her sizzling cunt drifted to her nostrils.

Jean felt her face turn red. If she could smell her cunt, she figured, Mark could too. And how could he have missed the snap of her underpants?

The papers finally landed on her desk. Mark was retreating fast. But Jean caught sight of his face before he turned around and walked away. He looked as though he'd walked into a bathroom and found someone already in there.

Jean could have died. She had never been so embarrassed. Why did she have to do something so stupid? She wondered.

Then, suddenly, she felt totally different about the situation. And before she knew what she was doing, she found herself rushing after the office boy.

She hadn't even pulled up her pants. As she walked quickly she felt a nice breeze evaporating the juice on her cunt and thighs.

"Mark," Jean called as she spotted the boy in the hallway.

Why hadn't she thought of this before? Mark was a good-looking kid. And she'd noticed a good-sized lump in his crotch. Jean had always been a crotch-watcher.

The boy turned and stopped. Jean could see that he was still flustered from interrupting her masturbation. Now he looked so young and innocent that Jean felt like a dirty old woman. But that didn't stop her.

Jean was a normal and polite, although horny, woman. But now she felt herself changing into another sort. Like Jekyll and Hyde, she could feel herself sinking into a new personality.

By the time she caught up with Mark, she felt like a whore hustling on a street corner. She needed what this kid had, and she was going to do what ever she had to get it.

"Mark," she said sweetly. "Did you realize what was going on back there?"

"W-what do you mean?" the boy asked, flustered.

"This is what I mean," she said as she waved her odorous fingers under the boy's nose.

She almost laughed when she saw his eyebrows shoot up. Leaning close to Mark, Jean whispered into his ear with lots of hot breath.

"I was jerking off under my desk," she whispered.

She was pressing a tit into the boy's side and clinging to one of his arms.

Mark didn't say a word. And it looked like he couldn't have even if he tried. He was dumbfounded.

"But I've got a better idea," Jean said. "You've given me an idea."

Jean took the boy by the hand and led him down the hall. When she came to a door without a name or number on it, she stopped. Mark gulped loudly. He knew that this was the storeroom, a spot where people came occasionally to fuck.

"After you," Jean said with a wave of her arm.

Mark's eyebrows were doing a dance on his forehead. But he opened the door and went into the room.

After beginning to jerk off and then stopping, Jean was dying to get at this young kid.

Jean had never been in the storeroom before.

But she'd heard stories about others who had sneaked into it for fucking. She looked around at the boxes of stationery and spare desks. Yet it looked cozy enough.

Jean faced Mark who was standing there, shaking slightly.

"I was jerking off, but after seeing you I changed my mind," she said as she put her hands on his shoulders.

She took a step forward, touching the boy's, chest with the point of her big tits. Suddenly, Mark came alive. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed, her.

Jean couldn't believe the eagerness of this kid to had just been acting more like a scarecrow than a stud. She was getting a fast lesson in the horny ways of young boys.

Mark's tongue entered her mouth. A second later she felt his fingers sink into one of her tits. The bay was devouring her with every atom of his body. And Jean was handing herself over to him to do with as he liked.

He began pushing Jean to a pile of boxes while he kept his tongue writhing in her mouth and his fingers squeezing her tit. The boxes were stacked to the height of a bed, and there were enough of them for two people to stretch out on the pile. It wouldn't occur to Jean until later that there was a reason for the boxes being stacked that way. At the moment, all she could think of was the boy attacking her.

Jean fell back onto the boxes. Mark fell on top of her. In that position, the boy grabbed both of her tits, still kissing her madly.

"M-m-m-m-n-n-n-n-n," Jean hummed.

She was so glad she had gone after the boy. This was better than sitting at her desk and jerking off.

Mark suddenly lifted his face from Jean's. His fingers began fumbling at the buttons of her blouse. When he had them opened, he pulled the sides of the blouse aside, exposing her tits clad in her bra. Then the kid dug his finger under Jean's body, trying get at the bra's snap.

"Hey, take it easy," she said softly. "I'll do that."

She sat up, reached behind her, and in a second had the bra unfastened. Mark watched the white cups fall away from her tits.

Jean wasn't sure if the boy was experienced enough to appreciate how her tits hardly changed shape without support from the bra. They sagged slightly, but only enough to make them look heavy and soft.

But the boy wasn't interested in looking. Lifting the bra, he thrust his face into the softness of those shimmering tits. Jean fell back under the onslaught of Mark's sucking mouth.

No one had handled her tits like this since she had been a teenager. She'd forgotten what it was like to fuck as though the earth were about to end. But she knew she would remember after this.

Jean pressed her chin to her chest as she watched the boy devouring her tits. He was holding them and stuffing his mouth full. Then he nuzzled his face between her knockers and kissed her breastbone.

But it wasn't long before the boy was reaching under her skirt. Jean knew that a surprise was waiting for him there. Mark lifted his face from her tits when he felt her pantyhose and undies rolled down to her cunt.

"I didn't even have time to pull up my pants," Jean said. "I was afraid you'd get away."

The boy laughed with Jean. But she could act that nothing could interfere with his last. He hadn't even said a word since she ran him down.

And now Mark was grabbing Jean's cunt as eagerly as he'd gone after her tits.

"U-u-u-u-u," Jean gasped as she felt her cunt entered with a rush of fingers.

She spread her legs. The busy fingers were crawling over every inch of exposed pussy, creeping up the cave, tickling her clit, and flipping over the ridges of her inner lips.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jean sighed.

But she didn't want to come. One of her favorite things was to suck a cock while she was in the grip of passion.

"Wait," she said as she grabbed Mark's hand. "Pull down your pants."

Those were probably the only words that could have stopped the boy from fingering her pussy. But coming from Jean, those were magic words.

Mark hopped off the boxes and unfastened his pants. In another few seconds he had them down around his ankles. And Jean was staring at a huge, throbbing prick. The sight almost hypnotized her.

"Oh my God," she breathed as she slipped off the boxes. "What a gorgeous cock."

Mark stood there watching Jean sink to her knees in front of him. He shivered when he felt her finger tips on his shaft.

"Me you going to suck me off?" he asked in a quavering voice.

"I'm going to suck you, but I think I'll save your gism for my cunt. I love to feel a cock exploding in my cunt." Jean said.

She expected this young kid to say, "Oh boy!" or something like that. But he just shivered.

She lifted his balls in her hand, weighing them. Then she slid her fingers along his shaft until she came to the golf-ball-sized head. She pressed the taut skin of the cock-head, testing its softness.

Then she slowly brought her face to the twitching prick. Her tongue slipped out, and she licked the hot bulb.

"Huh-h-h-h," Mark gasped as he felt her soft wet tongue wipe his prick-knob.

Jean noticed that the boy's knees almost buckled. But she kept him standing as she opened her mouth wide and took his cock into it.

"M-m-m-m," Jean hummed with satisfaction.

She loved the feeling of a fat prick-head stuffed in her mouth. She could feel the thing pulsating powerfully. Pressing her face forward, she forced the cock deeper until reached the back of her throat.

With Mark's balls still lying in her palm, Jean began moving her head back and forth, sliding the boy's prick over her tongue. But she did it slowly, without giving the cock too much friction. She wanted him to last. After all, this prick had to give her cunt a good reaming before it spewed its load.

"Oh-h-h-h, God!" Mark cried.

He ran his fingers through Jean's hair and massaged her shoulders. She was pretty sure this kid had never felt anything quite so good before. Jean had received a lot of compliments on her sucking technique, so she knew she was good at it.

Her tongue wiggled and slithered under Mark's cock-head. Then, sliding his cock out until her lips were around its collar, she fluttered her tongue over the tip. Mark's body doubled up at that treatment. His prick popped out of her mouth. He grunted.

Jean took a step forward on her knees. She recaptured his cock. By that time it was jerking and bucking more powerfully than ever.

Jean thought she could make the kid last longer now if she just held his prick motionless in her mouth until the throbbing subsided. So she kept her mouth wrapped around it, but she didn't move her tongue or slide hei head. And although Mark tried fucking her face by moving his hips back and forth, Jean merely held him by the balls until he was still.

While holding his cock in her mouth, she tickled the tender area between his balls and asshole. With her other hand, she ran her fingernails up and down the back of the boy's thighs.

When his cock was calmer, Jean took her mouth from it. It looked so beautiful as it shone with her saliva, she couldn't wait to get it up her cunt.

Without rising from her knees, Jean turned her back on the boy. She bent over, resting her elbows on the floor. Now her ass stuck out toward the kid, her cunt peeping out below. And her pantyhose and undies were still rolled down to just below her crotch.

"Come on, Mark," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me."

The boy dropped to his knees. His prick slapped Jean's ass before he got it into the right position. Looking down between her tits and legs, Jean could see the boy's balls hanging. Then she inched her hand between her legs, found his shaft, and brought it to the waiting lips of her cunt.

As soon as the blunt tip of that prick touched her mound, Jean let out a cry of desperation. Then, as she felt her pussy spreading to accommodate that thick cock her voice rose in a joyous wail.

She could feel his prick slide deeply into her. It was longer than she thought she realized when she felt him bump into the end of her cunt.

But when he started pumping, Jean knew the flail fury of teenage sex. The boy went wild. His hips slapped her ass with loud claps. She could hear him gasp with each lunge. And she watched his balls swing as she looked down between her legs.

But the sensation of the big cock sliding in and put of her cunt was the greatest treat, by far.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-h-h-h-h-, oh-h-h-h!" she wailed.

Jean felt the wide collar of his prick-knob sliding back and forth in her soaking tunnel. Her pussy was opened wide as it was filled with the stiff monster, then it collapsed as his cock was withdrawn. Each stab of that mighty pillar sent a wave of pure bliss through the panting woman.

"This is what I need," Jean told herself. If only she could get a fucking like this whenever she felt the need for it, she would be a happy woman. And without it, she was doomed to misery.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-!" Mark grunted with every plunge of his cock.

Jean began moving her hips in the same rhythm as the sliding cock. Now his prick was moving faster and harder. The slaps of hips against ass was louder.

Then the hot sensation in her cunt told Jean that she was being filled with gism. And her own orgasm had only just begun. In an effort to hurry her climax, she reached around her hips and grabbed one of Mark's hands. She pulled the hand to her cunt.

"Rub me right there!" she gasped as she put the boy's finger on her cunt.

He rubbed hard, with a fast wiggle. Suddenly, Jean's orgasm exploded. And with his spewing cock rushing in and out of her cunt, she was hit by a ton of ecstasy.

"I love it!" she screamed. "Ow-w-w-ww-w-w-w!"

Her body was being jolted by the boy's hips as he kept thrusting. With all her strength, she braced herself so the boy wouldn't knock her over.

At the height of her joy, Jean caught herself thinking about her own son again. Was his prick as fat as the one that was fucking her? she wondered.

Could Dave give her this glorious satisfaction?

Jean's orgasm ran its course. The boy stopped fucking her. Then her cunt was suddenly empty. She was vaguely aware of Mark pulling up his pants behind her. But she merely remained on her elbows and knees with her ass out thrust.

"I've got to get going," Mark said. "I've got a lot of things to do."

Jean didn't even answer. She would have liked to thank him and tell him how wonderful the fucking had been. But she was thinking about Dave.

Getting fucked by a horny kid had been a revelation to her. And now Jean couldn't stop wondering if her own son could perform like that. She didn't know why Dave seemed so sexy to her all of a sudden. After all, she couldn't fuck him. He was her son. But, still, the boy remained on her mind.

She might have stayed there all day if she wasn't brought back to reality by the sound of the door opening. Quickly, she rose to her knees and slipped her skirt down over her ass. Then, looking over her shoulder, she saw Karen and Chuck, two fellow office-workers.

"Oh, we didn't know…" Karen said.

"That's all right," Jean interrupted. "I was just leaving."

She didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, nor did she wonder why. She was still preoccupied with thoughts of Dave and his young cock.

"Have fun," she said with a straight face to Karen and Chuck as she passed them in the doorway.