Female Lust

Chapter 1 Just thinking about Terry made her sensitive n*****s grow hard and press against the material of her bra. There were people walking on the street so she didn't touch her breasts, but she wanted to. Her eyes darted up the street, looking for his strong young body, eager for him. As she watched, a more sober thought came to her: with all these people on the street tonight, there was a chance that she would be seen, then what? She didn't want to think about it. But she couldn't stop her mind. She could imagine all the trouble and the shame. Arrest! Divorce! What would Debbie think of her mother then? Her face softened for a moment as she thought of the girl, a shy and tender eighteen-year-old. What would Debbie say if she knew her mother was making love with a eighteen-year-old boy? Sandy shook her head impatiently and looked down the street again. There was no use worrying about it, she'd given up trying to be ashamed. It didn't matter that she was thirty-five, at least it didn't seem to matter to Terry. Just the mention of his name was all it took to make a ripple of sensation run up her thighs. In her mind's eye she could see this hard young p***s standing out from his belly and she imagined her hand stroking it gently, feeling the smooth flesh of the shaft and the pulpy head. Another ripple of pleasure spread through her and she couldn't stop her hand as it slipped under the hem of her light summer dress. She shivered when she felt her cool fingertips brush along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her hand was out of sight from the pedestrians and she tried to compose her face as her fingers crept up her legs. When they reached the filmy fabric of her panties she could feel the wetness already seeping out! If the boy didn't hurry she'd be sopping wet! She must be insane, risking her reputation, her marriage, everything just for a boy! A flush rose on her face when she thought of him, a boy she'd stolen from her own child! In spite of her best intentions, she found her fingers pressing in against the puffy outline of her s*x, wetting the tips with her own juices. The lips of her cunt were growing hotter as the blood rushed in, making them swell and part. The panties felt tight and restricting and she wished she could slip out of them. Here? On a busy downtown street? Wouldn't that be a fine thing to be caught doing? She wished she knew what time it was, but her watch was up under her skirt and she didn't want to take her hand away now! The fingers found her hard c******s as it pressed out from between the parting lips. Each time she taped at it her mind reeled from the sharp jolt of pleasure she felt. Her pulse went higher and her bra felt tighter than ever. If Terry didn't get here soon she was going to c*m!!! She was so engrossed with playing with herself that she missed him and the tap at the car window startled her so badly that her heart almost stopped! Looking up she saw his smiling face. A fierce blush covered her as she reached over to open the door for him. She was glad that it was so dark! Once the door was unlocked, he slipped inside quickly, shutting the door behind him. Her hand was already on the key and the motor roared into life. They didn't say a word as she pulled away from the curb. Terry slouched down a little so that no one would see him with her. As she drove, Sandra darted glances at the boy beside her. Even in the darkness of the car she was aware of his maleness and it stirred her already boiling feelings. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but that was against her rules. Terry stayed on his side of the car, he was following the rules too. She turned a corner sharply and glided down a dark street. They were in an industrial area and there was no traffic. As she pulled up to the curb, she had her lights out and she shut off the motor before they had stopped moving. Both of them moved at the same time and met in the middle of the seat. Their lips found each other in the dark and she felt the delicious thrill as his hard tongue forced its way into her mouth and found hers. Small sparks ran down her spine as tongue twined with tongue. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck as she clung to him. When the kiss finally broke she kept her face close to his, her lips brushing against his ear. "I thought I'd go crazy waiting for you, Terry," she murmured. "I was on time, Mrs. Taylor," he protested. She shushed him with her finger on his lips. The hand slipped down from his face and the fingers stroked the smooth young flesh of his neck. "Please, Terry, call me Sandra, or Sandy. 'Mrs. Taylor' makes me feel so old! Besides, after the past few months don't you think 'Mrs. Taylor' is a little formal for us?" She couldn't help the little giggle that rose in her throat. As she laughed, her hand slid down his chest and rested on the front of his tight jeans. Terry felt the hand and she thrilled as she felt the bulge under the fabric growing larger, pressing out at her. "Okay... Sandy, I guess it's sort of hard for me to get used to calling you that, and it isn't because...." His words trailed off and she could sense his confusion. "Never mind, you call me anything you want, just so long as you call me!" To emphasize her words, her palm rubbed back and forth across the growing lump. The boy grunted and Sandra Taylor trembled as she felt his hand find her full breast. The fingers worked up and down her breast, making the flesh tingle. The n****e grew so hard that it hurt as it pressed against the bra. Another hand worked down until it was on her bare knee and her breath quickened. Sandy suddenly pulled back from the boy. If they didn't move now she knew she'd find herself being screwed in the back seat! That wasn't such a bad idea, but she had other plans! "How soon do you have to be back?" The boy grinned at her. "I told mom I was going to the movie, she doesn't expect me till after midnight some time." He laughed softly as Sandra started the car. "It's a flick I've already seen, even if she asks me about it I'm covered. It's great!" Sandy felt a sharp stab of guilt. "Mom!" She knew Terry's mother-Harriet Green. A picture of Harriet flashed into her mind as she turned the corner again. What would the woman say if she knew what Sandy was doing with her son? All the streets were dark now that they were headed away from the downtown area and Terry moved over close to her. The thoughts about his mother faded as she felt the hand back on her thigh. The warm fingers, touched lightly as they worked up under her dress, leaving trails of excitement behind them. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers and her belly began to boil. She glanced at him but couldn't see his face. God! How she needed him!!! Her foot pressed down hard on the gas peddle and the car sped down the streets. It would only be a few more minutes. The hand was caressing the soft flesh of her full thigh now and she opened her legs as much as she could, begging mutely for him to touch her. Slowly the fingers moved up until they bumped against the wet crotch of her panties. She shivered as a finger pressed up along the outline of her lips, her legs parted even more. Her free hand pressed down from the outside of her dress, holding the fingers tight against her pulsing mound. The heat between her thighs grew and she had to push her p***y up hard against the finger! "Wow, you really are hot aren't you?" the boys' blunt question made her blush again, but he was right! As an answer, her hand slipped over between his thighs and squeezed the hard bulge. They were on a gravel road now. She could smell the trees and the river, they were almost there! Terry looked up and saw it too. After his finger jabbed up against her a few more times, the hand pulled away. He slid back to his door and sat ready. She saw the clump of trees and shut off the lights. Just past the first of the trees she slowed and Terry hopped out to open the gate. Slowly, she pulled the car around the back of the cabin and shut off the motor. When she got out of the car she looked at the cabin. She and Jim bought it a few years ago for a summer house by the river, but it hadn't had much use until she and Terry started to use it for their meetings. From the beginning she had insisted that they come and go as quietly as possible. There weren't any close neighbors but still she didn't want to attract any attention. She heard the crunching footsteps in the gravel and hurried to meet the boy. He was standing by the door waiting for her. All she could see was his dim outline, but it was more than enough! Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the stiff lock. Once the door was open, they slipped in and she shut it firmly behind them, setting the lock from the inside. It was pitch black in the room, the curtains had been drawn tight. She could hear the boy's easy breathing in the darkness, a thrill raced through her as her hands searched for him. The outthrust fingers found his hip and slipped around until her palm cupped the full front of Terry's jeans. His hands found her and while one gripped the softness of her buttock, the other went back up under her dress. Sandra shuddered as the fingers went straight to her mound and began to press and roll the lips together. Her own hand worked in slow circles as she rubbed against the boy's full c**k. She remembered how surprised she'd been the first time she saw it-she had no idea that a boy this young could have such a full grown organ! Terry's fingers were working at the side of the panties and one wormed in under the band and touched her steaming s*x! The tip rubbed across the hard bud of her c******s and her knees began to shake. She couldn't wait any longer! "Honey... please don't tease me," she whimpered as her fingers struggled with the stiff buttons of his jeans. He pulled her up close to him and she had to stop working at him for a moment. Even as he pulled her face to his she could sense the tongue waiting for her and her own mouth hung open and ready. She sucked and pulled at the wet organ, his hands worked hard at her soft behind, clenching and squeezing the flesh. "You want to go to the bedroom?" She shook her head fiercely and pressed herself up against him, her pelvis doing slow grinding movements as it tried to find his hardness. He understood, his hands moved up her arched back and found the zipper at the back and pulled it down, letting the dress fall slack on her shoulders. She stepped back a little and helped him push the dress down her body until it fell on the floor. The hands found the clasp to her bra and unhooked it. She gasped with relief when the band fell loose and she was able to shrug the limp halter off her body. Her breasts were hard and hot now, she felt his warm breath on them and tensed as she waited for the touch of his mouth. Even when she knew it was coming she couldn't help groaning as his firm lips found a n****e and sucked it hard. The sensitive bud was already hard and it sent sparks of electric joy down her spine as his rough tongue rubbed back and forth over it. Again her legs felt rubbery and she wanted to lay down. Instead, she clung to his shoulders and his mouth sucked and nibbled at each breast in turn. A wet tongue moved out onto the breast itself, leaving a trail of wet goose pimples behind as he licked at them. "Please Terry, please...." she murmured and bumped her groin up against him. She wasn't certain but she thought she heard a low chuckle as he reached down and found the band of her panties. An uncontrollable shudder shook her as she felt the panties pull away from her dripping s*x and fall down her thighs. When she stepped out of them, she kicked off her shoes and stood naked in the dark. A strange thrill made her mind spin for a moment, it was so awfully wild to be with a boy like this and, for a moment, she had that feeling of guilt again. Before she could really think about it she felt his impatient hands on her shoulders and she knew that she had to go on.