C K Ralston
Hot loving widow

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, dear God, what am I ever going to do?" Donna Spaulding asked herself hopelessly, pacing the floor. "Damn Mary Lee Henderson for talking me into going to that damned movie with her! It just made things a thousand times worse."

Donna watched herself strutting nervously about her own living room in the big mirror in the entryway. Her long blonde hair tossed as she paced, and her big, braless tits jiggled furiously beneath her sheer negligee with each step. Donna pivoted on her long, flawless legs and strode across the room once more.

The movie had been a real mistake, Donna told herself for the hundredth time since she and Mary Lee had walked out of the theater an hour ago. Donna ran her hands absently across the front of her slinky negligee, feeling her nipples poking out firm and rubbery under the sheer fabric.

"Changing into this damned thing was probably a mistake too!" Donna muttered, disgusted with herself and the hungry, hot feelings that were pounding through her pussy! Donna had never even thought such words before moving to California four months ago. She knew such things were deadly sinful. But then everything in California was so different from "down home".

"Damn you, Leonard, why did you have to die and leave me and Lennie all alone?" Donna whispered bitterly. "Oh, you did right by us. You left us well-set, enough so I could move out here to the West Coast and be all alone and miserable! Oh, dear Lord, what's a widow to do?"

An image of one of the handsome, virile young men in the pornographic movie Mary Lee had dragged her to see flashed through Donna's mind. He had been a really good looking guy, with a huge cock and a masterful way of using it on the many girls in the film.

Donna moaned as she put herself into the scenes mentally. She had never done half of the disgusting, shocking, thrilling things she had witnessed today – Leonard had been too wholesome and godly a man to even suggest such things – but she quickly found that it turned her on furiously to imagine herself doing them!

"Oh, I hope Lennie doesn't get home early today!" Donna groaned, heading for her bedroom. She just had to have some time to herself before her son got home! The movie had been just too much for Donna to handle without a little relief.

Donna locked the door to her bedroom and flung herself on the bed. She slid the flimsy negligee up over her flat belly and put a long, delicate finger up into her moist cunt.

"Uhhhh!" Donna groaned as the finger glided in over her super-sensitive clit. "Ohhhh, Lord, I know it's wrong, and I try not to do it but since Leonard's been gone… since I moved out here, to this wicked land…"

Donna's voice quieted to an inaudible whisper. She hoped God would understand. The needs the lovely thirty-year-old woman felt raging through her pussy were just too strong to deny.

"Oh, I should have stayed down home! Where I wouldn't see such trash!" Donna moaned, thinking about the movie and the handsome lead actor, with his long, thick cock. "Oooh, it's so big! And those shameless girls… they did everything in the world to it! They… sucked it! Oh, dear Lord! One of them even put it… back here!"

Donna parted her tight asshole with her fingertip and probed around. She was amazed as a jolt of fiery need flashed from her ass right up to her clit. Her snug pussy shaft closed in time with her asshole, trapping a finger in each for a second.

"Oh, my! That feels so odd!" Donna sighed, beginning to realize why the sensuous redhead in the film had only mewled and begun grinding her lush hips back to meet the fuck-thrusts of the leading man when he had shoved his massive prick up her ass.

"These… godless people out here sure know some tricks!" Donna mumbled as she sank more and more of her fingers up into both clingy holes. "Ohhhh, no wonder that girl liked this!"

Hot thrills were spilling from Donna's an up to her cunt and back again faster than she could fuck her fingers in and out. She caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror. Donna again thought of herself in one of those perverse movies, fucking with an exciting man like the one she had seen today.

"I… I look just like one of those harlots he was… he was… fucking!" Donna said the dreaded, disgusting word aloud for the first time in her life. "Oh, God, I'm as pretty as any of those whom! Why won't you fuck me, you gorgeous stud! Why won't you fuck my hot pussy!"

Donna was floating on a dream. Her cunt was fluttering vividly round her delving finger. Her ass was nipping at her other gently drilling finger. She looked in the mirror again and saw her lean, big-titted body undulating shamelessly on the bed, just the way the sluts in the movie had when they were getting fucked.

"Oh, fuck me, you sweet man!" Donna whimpered. "Fuck me till I cum my head off!"

The loud, angry ring of the front doorbell drove the sensual image of the actor from Donna's mind in an instant. The bell chimed again and again.

"Nooooo!" Donna whined, her body shaking on the edge of the climax it needed so desperately. "Not now! Not when I'm this close! Go away. Come back later, whoever the hell you are!"

The ringing wouldn't stop. Donna felt her orgasm dying away.

"Ohhhh, slit!" the frustrated widow said at last and slowly pulled her fingers from her ass and pussy.

Donna drew the flimsy negligee back around her and stopped for a second in the bathroom to run water over her hands. She was still flushed and breathing heavily with excitement as she reached the door and peeked out the peephole.

Byron Willis shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. He pressed the doorbell again.

"Come on, Mrs. Spaulding, I know you're home," the teenaged boy muttered under his breath. "The car's in the fuckin' driveway. What's takin' you so long?"

Donna opened the door as wide as the safety chain would allow. "Yes, Byron. What is it?"

"Uh, I came to collect for mowing the lawn, Mrs. Spaulding," the boy answered quickly. "It's the first of the month again and I need the cash. Okay?"

Donna went to the entry table and grabbed her purse. She was frustrated and in a hurry to get back to the bedroom and finish what she had started before her son got home. Lawn mowing money, at a time like this! Imagine!

"Here's your money, Byron." Donna passed the bills through the crack quickly. "And, Byron, you might call first next time you come over. I just got home. You could have walked over here for nothing."

"Yeah, sure, Mrs. Spaulding, anything you say," Byron agreed, stuffing the money in his pocket. "Uh, I wonder, could I use the phone for a minute before I head out? I just have one quick call to make."

Donna's mind raced. The nerve of this boy! People back home would never have been so forward with someone they'd known for barely a month. Wanting to barge right into the house and use the phone! Still, he had asked politely enough.

"Okay, come on in," Donna sighed at last, mentally giving up her plans for continuing her much-needed session in the bedroom. "But be as quick as you can about it. I have a lot of things I want to get done today before Lennie gets home."

Byron sucked in his breath as the chain was undone and he stepped into the entryway. Mrs. Spaulding had always impressed him as being a knockout, but he had never really seen her in any clothes that emphasized her curves until now.

Donna realized as soon as the tall, handsome teenager stepped inside that she should have run back into the bedroom and thrown on a robe before admitting him. The unfamiliar state of arousal she had worked herself into before the bell had rung still had Donna in a dither. She just wasn't thinking clearly yet.

"I… I hope you'll forgive my appearance," the widow blurted uncomfortably. "I wasn't expecting visitors."

Byron smiled, his eyes scanning Donna's sumptuous curves shamelessly. "Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you, Mrs. Spaulding. You sure are pretty! I've never seen a lady as… well-built as you are. Not in real life, I mean. Just in movies and on television, you know?"

Donna blushed. She felt tremendously embarrassed and uncomfortable standing in front of the boy in her skimpy negligee, but his stumbling compliments about her beauty pleased the lonely widow.

"Why, thank you, Byron," Donna whispered in her soft Southern drawl, her cheeks still red. "I know I should have rushed in and put on a robe before you came in, but it's not really as if you can see through this old thing, is it?"

Byron shook his head enthusiastically. "No, ma'am, it's not like that at all."

Donna looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the outline of her dark-red nipples through the sheer, patterned lace. The soft downy bush of fine blonde pussy hair between Donna's legs was so light in color that it didn't show at all.

Damn, Donna thought. This thing is nearly transparent, but if I run off to the bedroom now, it'll just make it worse!

"Uh, the phone!" Donna blurted. "You came in to use the phone, didn't you? There's one right here, in the family room. Let me show you!"

Spinning on her heel, Donna led Byron to the family room. She felt her plush, shapely ass jiggling under the see-through negligee as she walked and she cursed herself for not having the boy go ahead of her.

Byron found the phone and punched the buttons. Donna went to the built-in wet bar across the room and grabbed a glass. Back home, she had rarely taken a drink, but since moving out here, Donna had often joined her friend Mary Lee for a highball or two during the day. She needed one badly right now, and she made it strong.

"Hey, Wild Turkey, high-proof!" Byron whistled, grinning from across the room. He waited for someone to pick up the phone on the other end. "My dad keeps a good supply of that around the house. I'm always hittin' on it. Good stuff."

Donna gulped down the strong liquor. Kids drinking! That figured. She took another big swallow and chided herself for ever bringing her innocent Lennie out to a place like this to grow up in.

"Hey, baby, what you say?" Byron was whispering into the receiver. "You all ready for tonight? Man, are we gonna party!"

The handsome youth laughed at something the gut on the other end said. Donna shivered, picturing the good-looking, self-assured boy out alone with some hot-blooded teenaged girl. Donna bet Byron was really cutting a swath through the local high school girls, with his muscular, tanned good looks and his pockets full of lawn-mowing money.

"Ohhh, yeah, baby, you know I'm gonna let you do that!" Byron's voice rose to an excited hiss. He dropped his tone to a barely audible whisper. "Every inch. I want to sect slide right in there, sweet-lips! I love that hot tongue – you know that!"

Donna bit her lip to keep from gasping. The boy was so into what his girlfriend was telling him that he obviously wasn't paying any attention to Donna.

"Ohhhh, baby, save it for tonight," Byron panted. "See you at six, honey. Yeah, yeah, I gotta go now. I'm not home. I'm at a neighbor's. Can't tie up their phone anymore. Okay?"

Byron hung up, grinning sheepishly at Donna. The front of his jeans protruded as if a flashlight had been crammed down behind the zipper, and Byron turned slightly so that his hard-on was hidden from Donna's gaze.

"Uh, she gets carried away," Byron said, his face reddening slightly beneath the tan. "That's why I like to call her from somewhere other than home. My old man teases me about Jennie all the time."

Donna squirmed, knowing she should have left and given the boy his privacy.

"I, uh… here, let me get you a drink, Byron," Donna said. "There must be some kind of soft drink back here you'll like."

Donna bent behind the bar and fished through the refrigerator. She named off four or five different kinds of pop but Byron, who had come over to the front of the bar, didn't answer.

"Uh, this'll be fine," the boy finally said in a choked voice.

Donna looked up. Byron was pouring himself a double Wild Turkey and drinking it neat. His eyes were glued to the front of Donna's negligee. In her position, the loose top had sagged downward to give him a perfect view of her dangling, jiggling tits.

"I-I'm sorry. Mrs. Spaulding," Byron managed to mumble. "But I've never seen tits as big or as pretty as yours before. Not even in the movies! I couldn't help looking, honest!" Donna didn't know if it was the booze or the lingering effects of the dirty movie and the finger-fucking, but a huge flood of pussy juice flowed through her cunt as she realized Byron was ogling her bare tits. Her pussy got even hotter as he told her how beautiful her tits were.

Donna straightened up and Byron sighed, hating to lose his view of the gorgeous widow's naked tits. His eyes never left the front of her filmy negligee.

"I'd cut your fuckin' lawn for a year for free just to see those pretty things again," the boy blurted. "You are the best-lookin' woman I've ever seen anywhere, Mrs. Spaulding!"

Donna felt the searing flashes of pre-cum delight boiling even more furiously through her loins. She downed the rest of her drink, not knowing what to do next.

"Would… would you like to see them again?" Donna heard herself asking. It was an odd, detached voice that shocked her almost as much as it did Byron.

"Oh, God, yes!" the boy shouted, his body quivering with excitement at the prospect.

Donna came out from behind the bar as if in a trance. She let the boy take her arm and guide her over to the couch. Almost before she knew what was happening, Byron was placing trembling fingers on her thin straps, gliding them clumsily off her milky-white shoulders.

"Holy fuck! I've never seen anything like 'em!" Byron gasped as the silky material floated down into Donna's lap and her big, round tits popped into view.

Byron wasted no time in showing the stunning widow that he knew how to please a lady. Donna gasped as the boy's hot breath caressed one protruding nipple while his fingers found the other.

"Ohhhh, my sweet God!" Donna moaned, feeling the boy's lips sucking her firm elongated nipple in hungrily as his fingers, did wonderful things to her other billowy tit mound.

Donna knew she should stop this right here and now, but the words refused to come. The sensations the boy was causing in her long neglected tits were so intense that all Donna could do was moan and mewl happily as he chewed and sucked at her tender tits.

"Beautiful!" Byron gasped as he changed tits frantically. "Can't believe I'm suckin' these big, beautiful tits! Hot, sweet tits! Nipples are so big, so fat and sweet to suck!"

Donna ran her hands through the handsome boy's long dark hair as he gobbled her nipples expertly. There was no turning back now, not with the gathering spasms tightening in the aroused widow's juicing cunt. She couldn't… she wouldn't stop until this gorgeous, worldly boy made her cum!

And Byron felt the same way – that was obvious. His free hand slid in between Donna's legs and up under her loose-fitting negligee. He found her oozing cunt slit and rubbed his finger delicately across the juicy, slippery pussy lips and rigid clit.

Donna shuddered uncontrollably and opened her legs wider for the boy. She knew she was acting like a shameless slut, but she found she couldn't help it.

Byron eased Donna back onto the couch. He pushed her sheer garment up around her neck and then off over her head and arms, leaving the gorgeous widow naked on the couch. He never stopped kissing her tits and working his finger up into her wet, pink cunt folds.

"Ohhhh, Byron, you're making me crazy!" Donna sighed happily, reveling in the feel of the boy's mouth on her tits and his finger expertly fucking her cunt. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it just a little more!"

Byron finger-fucked Donna harder and deeper. He knew she was about to explode beneath him and he wanted to please her more than he had ever wanted to please anyone in his life.

But Byron also had enough experience in these matters to know that one cum wouldn't be enough for Donna – not for a girl as horny and turned on as this! And that was just great with Byron. He had some things he wanted to do with this awesome lady before the afternoon was out! Who knew when he'd get a chance to be with a woman with a body as fabulous as this again?

Byron redoubled his efforts. His mouth moved rapidly from one nipple to the other, teasing sensations from the burning tit tips that Donna could barely stand. She whined and pulled his head down tighter, forcing her lush hips up off the couch to fuck her juicy cunt on his finger as he shoved it into her liquid depths.

"Oh! Oh, Byron… I…" Donna gasped. Then she screamed as the heat from her orgasm engulfed her.

Byron nipped and sucked at the springy flesh of Donna's nipple as she churned and bucked beneath him. He could feel the quivers reverberating through her exquisite body, and he fucked his finger into her spasming cunt faster as she jerked and moaned.

"Cumming! Agghhh! Ohhhh! So hot!" Donna wailed, helpless in the overpowering orgasm's fiery grip. "So fucking hot!"

Donna couldn't stop cumming. Her tits and cunt were twitching in unholy unison beneath the boy's knowing tongue and fingers. It seemed to take forever for the shuddering spasms to finally abate.

"Ohhhh, that was wonderful!" Donna sighed at last, when she could finally master the use of her vocal cords again. "How… how could a boy so know such things?"

Byron smiled and stood up. He slowly unzipped his fly and undid his belt buckle. He could see the heat rising in the shy widow's eyes once more as he worked his jeans and shorts down over his super-stiff prick.

"I know one thing," Byron said softly. "I know this cock of mine wants you. And I know you want it. Take it. Hold my cock in your hand, Mrs. Spaulding."

"Ohhhh, I do want it!" Donna heard himself admitting, her hand snaking out to capture the boy's firm, pulsing prick.

"Good." Byron smiled more broadly, relieved that his confidence had been rewarded. "Now, come with me to the bedroom, where we can do this right. I've never done it in a real bed before, where I could take my time. Jennie and I always have to make do with car seats and parks and places like that. Come with me, Mrs. Spaulding, and show me how to fuck right."

Donna felt the boy pull back, her fingers still gripping his hard prick. She followed his lead, getting up off the couch and following the retreating boy as he moved slowly through the house with Donna in tow. He grinned as he guided her into her bedroom, her hand still around his steely prick, her tits jiggling softly as she walked with bun.

"On the bed," Byron instructed Donna, tearing at his shirt and kicking off his shoes. "I want you, Mrs. Spaulding! I've never wanted anything as bad as I want to lick that sweet-looking pussy of yours!"

Donna felt her knees threaten to buckle. She lay down on the bed quickly, before she fell onto it.

He was going to… going to lick her pussy! Just the way that actor had licked the girls in the movie! No one had even proposed such a thing to Donna before, and she found her pussy bubbling over.

"Now," said the naked boy as he got upon the bed next to Donna. "Slide right over here and wrap those gorgeous lips around my prick, Mrs. Spaulding."