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CHAPTER TWO

Monica stirred, kicked the sheet off her naked body. Squinting, she looked at the clock. It was only ten. Automatically, she reached for Steve. "Shit," she grumbled, her hand hitting the empty side of the bed. "Shit… shit… shit… shit… shit."

She sat on the edge of the bed, her head pounding as she recalled the night before. She forced herself not to think of Jeff and what they had done in the garage.

"Too much rum," she moaned, holding her head and padding barefoot to the shower.

Twenty minutes later, her, blonde hair fluffed dry her silky skin pink and clean, Monica returned to the bedroom. Still naked, she went to the window. It was a beautiful day. Her gaze drifted to the empty bed. She bit her lip to keep from crying.

The phone jangled, bringing her out of her depressing thoughts. She threw herself over the bed and grabbed for the phone, hoping it was Steve.

"Hi, sweetheart," Steve said. "Did you have a nice time at the party last night?"

A shudder went through her body. Jeff's face flashed in front of her. "I had a ball," she said. His carefree tone and careless attitude angered her.

"Hey, great." He paused, looking at all the work piled on his desk. "I'm sorry about not being there."

"No, you're not," she snapped.

"C'Mon, Monica, don't act childish. I got a lot of work here at the office."

"Enough to keep you there all night?" The more she talked, the angrier she became.

"I slept on the couch," he said, annoyed with her. "I'll be here all day too. Have to finish up. We'll have tomorrow together."

"Maybe I won't want to spend the day with you," she said. "I met some very nice men at the party last night. Maybe I'll spend today and tomorrow with them."

"Go to hell!" he snarled. It had been a long tedious night, and his nerves were frayed. He slammed the phone down and glared at it. "Bitch."

Monica shook. She stared hatefully at the phone, then heard the dial tone. She dropped the phone back in place then wiped a tear from her eye. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh, Steve, why can't it be like before?" Her face became set with firm lines of determination. A nagging thought loomed up in the back of her mind. "He's cheating."

She rolled over on her stomach, pounded the pillow. Anger and irrational jealousy filled her.

"I can do the same." She giggled lewdly. "I did last night."

What had happened with Jeff no longer ate at her mind. It soothed it. Since Steve was doing the same thing, there was no reason why she shouldn't continue. She hauled herself out of bed.

"I have all day to have fun," she said, rummaging through her drawers looking for something revealing and sexy to wear. Illogical jealousy and constant neglect had robbed her of reason. Although she wouldn't admit it, believing Steve was cheating made her affair with Jeff last night and what she planned for today that much easier to accept.

She found what she was looking for tight purple terry shorts and matching top. Perfect.

She slipped the terry shorts up her long slender legs. The soft purple shorts clung deliciously to her round hips and tight heartshaped ass. Holding the matching top, she strode over to the full-length mirror and admired herself for a brief moment.

She liked what she saw. The shorts fit perfectly. They dug erotically into the gash of her pussy, a temptation for anyone who might look. She turned and quivered as her creamy ass cheeks peeked out from her shorts.

She sighed.

Monica slipped the top over her head, fluffed her blonde hair. One last look, then, after slipping into a pair of high-heel shoes, she left the bedroom.

She didn't know where she was going, but she knew wherever it was, it would be more fun than sitting around an empty house moping. The doorbell stopped her in her tracks as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her heart skipped. Jeff? She shook her head, hoping it wasn't. The bell rang again.

"I'm coming," she called. She opened the door, saw Kenny Morgan standing there. "Kenny… what can I do for you?"

"Your husband told me to come over this morning. He wanted me to help him clean out the garage." His brown eyes bulged as he leered at Monica. A tremor shot through his prick. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Monica enjoyed Kenny's obvious pleasure. It made her feel good. "C'mon in." She stepped aside, allowing the tall muscular teenager in. "How about something to drink?" Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and led the boy out to the kitchen.

The touch of Monica's hand excited him. His prick, crammed in his jeans, ached. He could smell her perfume, and it inflamed his young impressionable mind.

"Where's Mr. Adams?" he asked as Monica sat him down at the kitchen table.

"Steve is at the office working today," she said.

"Oh, I guess… maybe I should come back later, maybe tomorrow." He didn't want to. What he wanted to do was sit and ogle Monica the rest of the day.

"I wouldn't think of sending you home." An excitement began to build inside her. Turning this handsome boy on would not only help her to forget her troubles, it would be a blast. Teasing, that would be all. She refused to think beyond the next few minutes. If she did, she knew she would change her mind. "How about some juice?"

"Sure," Kenny said. Any excuse was welcomed. He stared at her long legs, rounded ass, and curvy hips as she headed for the refrigerator. He licked his lips, his gaze settling on the exquisite flesh of her ass, which peeked out from under her shorts. He groaned, then blushed.

"Did you say something?" She turned, caught his gaze and smiled.

"No… no…" he stammered. He tore his gaze away and looked down at his hands as they rested in his lap, covering the bulge of his cock.

Monica noticed the bulge. A prick that sure wasn't easily hidden. She brought the juice back to the table, then leaned her hip against his shoulder as she poured.

The touch of her body had Kenny's insides shaking. He wanted to grab, but didn't. His prick hurt. When she moved away to sit down, he felt a sense of relief and anguish, relief because if she hadn't moved, he would have creamed his jeans and anguish because now, sitting across the table from him, she seemed so far away.

"How much did my husband say he was going to pay you?" She stared at the young boy. The prospect of turning him on made the insides of her pussy seep.

"Ten dollars," he said, trying, but failing to keep his gaze off her pillowy tits as they strained erotically against her soft terry top.

"Since I'll be helping you, instead of Steve, you'll wind up doing more work, so I'll pay you twenty. Okay?"

"You don't have, to help," he protested. "I'll do it myself."

Monica stood and stretched, the terry top riding up, baring smooth silky flesh for the teenager to ogle. "I want to help. Now drink your juice and let's get started."

Kenny was thrilled, happy she hadn't taken him up on his suggestion. He could look at her all morning.

Monica took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Their gazes met – excitement glowed in Monica's, lust in Kenny's. She saw it and approved. It was going to be a great day.

"I guess these empty boxes should be first," Monica said, bending over, once they were in the garage. She lingered in this erotic position, feeling Kenny's gaze on her ass. She gave her hips a little wiggle and stood up, carrying the empty box from the garage.

Kenny could only gawk. The bending action had caused more fleshy ass meat to peek out from under her shirts.

Monica dropped the empty box in the driveway. She turned and caught him looking. "Are you staring at me?" She walked slowly back to the garage, tits jiggling, hips swinging, and eyes dancing with fire.

Kenny blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled. He turned, found a heavy box and picked it up.

She leaned against the station wagon and waited for Kenny to return. "You don't have to be sorry. I like having you look at me. It makes me hot." She winked, licking her lips invitingly.

Kenny was shocked, not believing he had heard right.

Monica, deciding it was time to step up her teasing and really seduce the boy, walked up to the stunned teenager. "You're handsome."

She squeezed his bare arms. "Strong too." Her tits brushed ever so lightly against his chest. "I'll bet all the girls think you're sexy, huh?"

Kenny didn't know what to say. She was driving him crazy. He looked into her blue eyes, the agony of his hard-on etched in the passion written all over his face.

"You ever make it with one of your girlfriends?" Her voice was soft, caressing.

Kenny felt her breath on his face. She moved closer, and he could feel the tips of her nipples burn through his tee shirt and sear his chest. His cock was against her belly. Heat soared through his prickshaft. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Monica's heart was pounding. "You're a virgin?" The idea of teaching a boy about sex made her head spin.

Kenny, still unable to speak, nodded.

"Ooooo, Kenny," she purred. "Today is your lucky day."

Kenny was too dazed to realize what she meant. He swallowed the boulder that clogged his throat. "Maybe we should finish cleaning out the garage." His voice was like sandpaper.

"Don't you want to touch me, Kenny feel me up? I thought that was all boys your age thought about… feeling up girls." Kenny groaned. The idea of feeling her up, touching her tits, ass, and possibly her pussy, turned his mind to putty. "Don't… tease me," he rasped, not believing her at all.

"I'm not teasing you, Kenny." To prove she meant what she had said, she took his hands and brought them to her top, placing them on her tits. "Squeeze, Kenny. Enjoy yourself."

Kenny's fingers sank easily into the soft terry material that hid her fleshy tits. He felt as if his cock were going to snap in half.

"Mmmmmm, I like that, Kenny. Do you?"

"Yessss," he moaned through clenched teeth. As if in a trance, he watched his hands squeezing, fondling Monica's tits through her terry top.

"You ever do this to a girl?" The boy's hands, inexperienced but eager, had her pussy creaming.

He nodded, afraid to speak, afraid it would break the spell.

"Were they big like mine?" She was full of questions. The answers, she knew, would turn her on even more.

"No," he managed to say weakly.

"Oooooo." Monica conjured up an image of Kenny fondling some young girl's tits. The image made her knees weak. "I think you'd enjoy yourself if you took off my top, don't you?"

"Really?" he blurted, his mouth gaping open.

"Really," she purred. "Take off my top." She quivered, hot spasms shooting through her pussy as the boy slipped her top up, exposing her tits.

Kenny's breath caught in his throat. His eyes popped. He was gawking at the large fleshy mounds of Monica's tits. "God," he muttered. He forgot about her top. It was around her neck.

Enjoying the boy's enthusiasm and innocence, she took the top off the rest of the way, tossing it over the hood of the station wagon. She stepped back, proudly exhibiting her huge milky tits. "You like them?"

"Uh, huh," he moaned, feasting his eyes on her tits. They were the most gorgeous pair of tits he had ever seen. Even the girls in fuck magazines couldn't compare.

"I'm not wearing any panties under my shorts," she said, bombarding the teenager with horny images.

Kenny's gaze dropped from her luscious tits to her terry-covered crotch. He saw the line where the shorts gouged into her pussy. His prick throbbed incessantly.

Seeing where his gaze was, Monica moved the crotch of her shorts, exposing, for a brief moment, a part of her blonde-haired pussy. "Did you see?"

"Yeah," he moaned, blinking. She wasn't wearing panties. It boggled his mind.

"If I take off my shorts, will you show me your cock?" She stood with her legs spread, hands defiantly on her hips, tits heaving with each deep breath.

"Yeah," he said, not actually believing her. Somewhere in his mind, he had reasoned that this was as far as the beautiful Mrs. Adams would go. Showing her tits was one thing, but stripping completely and wanting to see his cock was another.

Monica giggled. "You don't believe me." Without waiting to hear his protest, she latched her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and skimmed them down over her hips, stopping when a few blonde pussy hairs peeked out, "You want me to keep going?"

"Yes. Don't stop," he groaned, his cock throbbing, his eyes devouring what he could see. "Please."

"Remember, I get to see your cock." She pushed her shorts down the rest of the way. They formed a puddle at her ankles. She stepped out of them. "Well?"

"Oh, Mrs. Adams." He thought he would cream. His balls felt ready to burst. "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you, Kenny." She pointed to his bulging crotch. "Now you. Let me see what's making that big lump in your pants."

Devouring Monica's naked body with his eyes, Kenny shyly hesitated. His knees were shaking, his gut was in turmoil. It was like looking at a centerfold in a fuck mag, except Mrs. Adams was real.

"Don't be shy," Monica purred, sensing the boy's reluctance. "Take it out and I'll play with it."

Kenny fumbled with the zipper, hauled it down and groped inside his jeans. He grunted as he pulled his cock free. It was a relief. The ache was still there, but the pain was gone. He blushed when he found her leering at his long slender prick.

"Oh, Kenny. I never thought your prick would be so big." The teenager's cock dazzled her.

"My sister says I'm hung like a stud horse." His chest swelled with pride.

"You certainly are." She swooned. She opened the back door of the station wagon. "Hop in. We'll pretend we're parked in some secluded spot." The idea excited her, and she trembled as Kenny climbed in the roomy back seat.

Kenny squirmed over to the center, leaving plenty of room for Monica. His cock speared the air like a slender tree, his cockhead glistening, swollen with blood. He had been in the backseat with a few girls, but never like this.

Monica climbed in beside him. She grabbed his prick, squeezing. "I feel like a kid, Kenny. Ewwww, you're seeping." She spotted the clear fizz oozing from his pisser. "You must be hot as hell."

"I am," he groaned, fucking his cock up through her clenching fist. "Unnnnn." He dropped back. Her squeezing fingers had become a vise.

"I'm hot too," she moaned, relaxing her fingers. "Don't rush it. We have all morning."

Kenny caught his breath and tried to relax.

It was almost impossible. Her fingers were massaging his prick, and the fire in his balls was beginning to get out of control.

Monica rubbed her naked body against him. "Play with me too," she purred, wriggling her bare ass on the back seat. She spread her legs, waiting for Kenny to touch and fondle her pussy. She dropped his prick, not wanting the boy to cum too soon.

With one arm around Monica, Kenny roamed his hand over her sizzling sweet flesh, mauling, squeezing, and caressing her huge milky tits. His cock fucked the air, throbbed freely, blood surging through his thickening prickshaft.

"Ummmm, Kenny," Monica moaned, writhing on the seat. "I'm having a ball." She leaned her head back and kept her legs spread. Her tits were sensitive to Kenny's fingers. She humped up. "My pussy. Don't neglect my pussy."

Kenny had no intention of neglecting Monica's pussy. His hand skimmed down over her belly. His fingers combed through her thick blonde thatch of pussy hair. Fingertips touched the steamy wet gash. At that moment, if Monica had been holding his cock, he would have exploded. Instead, his pisser seeped, the clear cum making his cockhead looked waxed.

"Ooooo, Kenny, my pussy. Finger me. Feel how wet I am." She had given up on reality. Passion, lust, desire enveloped her, caressed her, urged her on. "Finger-fuck me, Kenny. Please!"

Her words pounded in his ears. He gouged his fingers into the sopping wet gap of her cunthole. Muscles pulsed wildly against his fingers. Creamy pussy juice coated them. Fuck juice oozed from her cunthole, soaking the rest of his hand.

Writhing in bliss, her legs spread, her tits bouncing with each move, she looked at his cock. She had to have his prick. She craved his cock in her mouth. She couldn't think beyond that. To suck this handsome boy off became an irresistible impulse she had to indulge.

"No… more," she panted, pushing his hand away.

Kenny froze, not understanding, believing he had done something wrong. He stared, bewildered.

Like a wildcat, Monica was on the startled boy. Frantic, dying to taste the boy's prick, she forced down his pants and shorts. Moaning and whimpering like an animal in distress, she swooped down on his cock.

"Aghhhh," Kenny growled as Monica's lips, teeth, and tongue attacked his throbbing prick with full force. He stiffened, leaned back, a pawn to the older woman's lust.

Monica squirmed to get comfortable. On her side, her head on his lap, she used her hand to twist his cock against her mouth.

Monica sucked the sensitive underside of the boy's prick. She chewed delicately with her teeth and lips, her tongue whipping over, his cock madly. The boy's groans excited her, pushed her into more acts of pleasure.

With glassy eyes, Kenny followed the contour of Monica's body. His gaze moved along her legs and lingered on the red oozing gash of her cunt where moments ago his fingers had enjoyed the heated wetness of her gripping pussy.

Kenny's gaze continued up her body to her tits, the nipples reddish-brown, swollen, the tips like hard bullets. "Oh, Christ," he groaned. Her hot sucking mouth was driving him crazy.

She slurped noisily, his cock filling her mouth to capacity. His prickshaft flattened her tongue.

He looked at his cock where her mouth played havoc. He watched, dizzy from what he saw. He used his hand, following the same path as his eyes. He caressed her flesh, stroked fingers through her pussy and massaged her tits greedily. He was getting close, dangerously close to blasting his load.

Monica sensed it, felt it in the erratic throbbing of his cockshaft against her sensitive lips. She twisted around, loomed over his prick, mouth open, ready to dine on every hard delicious inch.

"Cum in my mouth," she gasped, her voice husky, coated with a thick layer of lust. "Cream my throat and mouth."

"Unnnn," Kenny moaned, unable to say anything else. He jerked his rump up from the seat. The head of his prick brushed against her wet hungry lips. "Unnnnn."

Stiff, fully erect, and swollen with blood, Kenny's cock was at her mouth. She swallowed the head of his prick. Easily, the bloated cockhead invaded her throat. Still, she didn't stop. Hard throbbing inches beat against her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and deep in her gullet.

"Aghhh!" Kenny growled, overcome by the heated pleasure of Monica's mouth. He began to shudder, unable to stop himself. Her mouth was a furnace, a wet fiery furnace.

"Mmmm," she hummed, liking the taste of the boy's cock. "Mmmmm." She popped her mouth off for a second. "I'm going to suck every drop of cum out of your cock, Kenny. Every fuckin' drop."

As the boy groaned, she surrounded the head of his cock again, taking his prick to the root. Curly crotch hair tickled her nose. Quickly, as if her mouth were a hot pulsing pussy, she began to bob her head up and down, bringing the crazed teenager to the peak.

Kenny squirmed, his lean-muscled frame tight, ready to explode. He stared, vision blurred with lust. "I'm… gonna… aghhhh, Christ!" He jabbed up, his groin smacking roughly into Monica's hot clinging lips. "Aghhhh!"

With Kenny's passion unleashed, Monica groaned deep in her throat. Kenny's long exquisite prick was spearing her gullet, fucking away in her mouth. She kept her eyes open, breathing hard through her nose. Elated, she knew it wouldn't be long now.

She took the attack to the boy. Her soft lips glided along his throbbing cockshaft. Warm spit dribbled from her mouth. She sucked. Kenny moaned. She chewed. Kenny groaned.

"Unllll," she gurgled as Kenny's cock clogged her throat. Deep sucks, whipping lashes, and gnawing bites on his prickshaft had the boy shuddering in bliss, ready to blast.

Wildly, Kenny fucked into her eager mouth. His head was tossed back, his eyes glaring at the roof of the car. Mouth open, he growled, fucking violently into Monica's open mouth.

Monica jammed her face forward. Her throat muscles squeezed around Kenny's prick. She dragged her teeth along his cockshaft, sucking all the way until only the head of his prick was in her mouth. She tasted his cum. Jizz had never stopped seeping. She anticipated the coming explosion and shivered.

Kenny, with only the head of his cock in her mouth, lunged up. He wanted his prick buried in her throat when he creamed. He fucked again, but Monica evaded his efforts, keeping only his cockhead between her clinging lips. Frantically, he tried to bury his prick in her throat.

Monica loved it. She used her tongue to torment his piss-slit. She sucked on his cockhead noisily, then, meeting one of his frenzied lunges, she slammed her head forward, allowing Kenny's cock to fuck back into her throat.

"Agllhhh," Kenny groaned with relief.

With his prick buried, he concentrated on fucking her mouth until he creamed.

Kenny's cock stretched her throat. His groin smacked into her lips. She loved it.

The deep erotic sucks, whipping tongue, and gnawing teeth finally took their toll. "I'm cumming!" he roared in the back seat of the car. "I'm cumming!" Hot thick cum spewed from his cock in a deluge. Groans strangled his throat as he flooded Monica's mouth and gullet with cum.

Monica sucked, greedily refusing to lose a drop of Kenny's precious cum. As Kenny fucked his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, she drew in her cheeks, giving more suction power. Her teeth scraped along his throbbing hulk of cockmeat, and she heard Kenny howl.

Kenny went berserk. Monica's mouth was a vacuum, a hot vacuum sucking the jizz from his balls faster than his cock could squirt it out. His jerky frantic moves fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. He twisted his hips, his prick caught, a prisoner of Monica's delicious mouth.

Monica gurgled on Kenny's cum. His jizz was coming too fast. Cum gushed into her mouth, out her lips. Gooey wads trickled down his cockshaft, forming a puddle in his cock hair. Cum dribbled down his aching balls to the seat.

Monica, as Kenny fucked her mouth, sucked on his prick. More cum filled her cheeks. Thick wads spewed down her throat, clogged her nose. Gagging, choking, she swallowed, refusing to quit, refusing to lose even one fantastic glob of cum.

Kenny lunged up wildly, grinding his groin against her lips. His cock spurted more jism. He heard her gag, didn't care. He hadn't finished. "I'm still cumming!" he roared. "Ahhhhh!"

Monica held her head steady, allowing the boy to give full vent to his lust. She absorbed his thrusting jabs and sucked his cock, draining his balls expertly. Cum flowed from her mouth, her nose, and down his shaft.

She sensed he was through. She wasn't. As he collapsed back and groaned, Monica sucked his entire cock into her mouth. She held his prick in her throat, felt his cock begin to shrink. The sensation was exciting, something she had never felt before.

"No," he moaned, his prick spent, his balls empty. "No." He squirmed, but her mouth refused to set him free.

Monica sucked, getting the last few precious drops from his cock. Slowly, her cheeks drawn in tight, she pulled her mouth up the length of his now-limp prick. His cock head popped from her mouth.

"Unnnn," Kenny groaned, this prick free at last.

Monica wasn't through. She used her tongue, licking his prickshaft, his balls, through his cock hair, cleaning him, catching every drop of cum she had missed.

Finished, she looked up. Her blue eyes blazed. "Now me. We'll go in the house… up to my bedroom."

Kenny nodded. He would do anything, anything she asked. He was her slave. "In the house?"

"Yes, my handsome young lover. Up in my bed."

Kenny groaned, dizzy with lust.