"Sure," Carol said. "Nobody can see back here except from your place, and nobody gets home until - what? Five?"
"Yeah."
"No reason to be shy then," Carol said. "Is there?"
"No," Brandon said while unbuckling his belt and letting his jeans fall down.
The bulge in his tight white briefs was impossible to hide, and after Brandon took a deep breath he yanked down his underwear, happy that he was wearing clean ones.
"OOH!" Carol chirped as she saw Brandon's erection spring into view, and after it stopped bouncing up and down Carol gave Brandon a nod of approval. "Little pitcher got a big spout."
"Huh?"
"You got a good-sized pecker for a little guy," Carol said. "You put my ex-husband to shame."
"Six and a quarter inches," Brandon announced, and then backtracked a bit. "Six and an eighth, actually."
"Your girlfriend with the hairy armpits measure that for you? No? She ever do anything to it?"
"Hand jobs," Brandon told her.
"Shame to waste a fine stiff dick like this," Carol said. "Come over here."
Brandon started to move across the porch and almost fell, forgetting about the underwear still around his ankles, but his new neighbor didn't laugh. Instead she just leaned forward with her arms outstretched and when Brandon got in front of her she put her hands on his bony hips.
"He's drooling," Carol said with a wink as she moving closer to Brandon's dick, which was so stiff it was throbbing and starting to curl upward, the pink skin on the veined shaft looking painfully strained.
Brandon looked down and saw Carol's tongue slip out of her opened mouth, and as it dabbed at the tip of his dick and along the underside of the crown Brandon cried out.
He saw the first jet of his cum spurt over her lips just before her mouth slid down his pulsating cock. Brandon erupted as Carol's lips hit the base of his dick and her perky nose got buried in his pubes, and as he cupped her head in his hands he felt the woman draining him, sucking every drop of semen out of him until he finally went limp in her mouth.
"Sorry," Brandon mumbled, not knowing what to say to a woman who still had some of his cum on her freckled nose. "I didn't mean to."
"Sure are quick on the draw there partner. Not bad tasting," Carol said as she licked her lips. "Now what? Going to go home and call up your friends? Tell them all about it?"
"No," Brandon said, scrunching up his face and looking at Carol with a confused expression on his face. "Why would I do that?"
"In that case, you want to go inside and play some more?"
***
Brandon's shorts and underwear were being held up in his hands as he followed Carol into the house. The home was sparsely furnished and there were a few boxes still unpacked in the living room, but Brandon's eyes were fixed on the nicely plump rear-end of the woman leading him into the bedroom.
"Well?" Carol was saying to the teenager who was staring behind her at the unmade bed.
Carol had pulled off her shorts and panties and tossed them at the startled young man who fumbled the undies when they flew at him. Brandon had been too busy gawking at the wild triangle of strawberry blonde hair between his neighbor's thighs to make the catch.
Carol fell back on the bed and the waves she created upon impact made her body undulate as she waited for Brandon to come out of his trance. It took a minute, but Brandon finally managed to get the clothing from around his ankles, and then he was climbing on the bed, knee-walking between Carol's spread thighs.
"Easy there partner," Carol said when Brandon tried unsuccessfully to put his limp dick into the bush. "Why don't you wait to re-load first?"
Brandon looked just as lost and confused as he actually was before Carol took his hands and put them on her breasts. The teenager squeezed the ripe globes tentatively at first and then with increasing enthusiasm. Carol welcomed the rough and crude treatment almost as much as her young friend's wild-eyed adulation of her, making her smile as she put her hands behind her neck with a sigh.
"That's it. You like my titties, don't you babe?"
Brandon nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between Carol's breasts and the sprays of hair under her arms as he kneaded her breasts so roughly he made the waves of the bed ripple even harder, and he was almost losing his balance as he did so.
Brandon bent over and after giving Carol a look that suggested he needed approval, took her right breast in both hands and brought his mouth down to the plump nipple that had become fully engorged.
Brandon sucked on the fat peg enthusiastically, and after Carol asked him to be a little easy on it, his sucking slowed and softened a bit.
"I got other stuff to play with, you know," Carol said in nodding downward toward her pussy, and when Brandon hesitated she reached over and pulled his face down to the untrimmed jungle between her legs.
Brandon's face was inches above the furry grotto, and the musky smell that wafted up into his nostrils was both foreign and compelling to the teen, sending shivers down his spine as he tried to figure out what to do until he felt the hand on the back of his neck.
"There - right there," Carol said as she guided the lad's wiggling tongue to her clit, and she started to squirm as Brandon started lapping away frantically in response to her encouragement.
Carol reached down between Brandon's legs and found his balls swinging loosely as he knelt beside her. She had been reaching for his cock, and when she glanced over and found he was hard again already with the slender shaft curling up towards his stomach, she pulled him up.
"Give it to me," Carol gasped as she pulled him on top of her, and after he climbed between her legs and poked at her with his tool she grabbed it and slipped him inside of her.
The woman smiled as she watched her young neighbor's facial expression as his cock drove inside of her, and after telling him to give it to her hard and fast, he proceeded to do just that.
She knew Brandon wouldn't last long, but that was fine with Carol because she was on the verge of cumming anyway. The feel of his stiff dick sliding into her sent her over the edge and as she clawed at Brandon, who was frantically thrusting in and out like a bucking bronco, her pussy clamped down around his manhood.
"Aww!" Brandon cried out as he sent his spunk into Carol while she squeezed his ass cheeks and cried out herself.
"Sorry," Brandon gasped as he felt his dick wither inside Carol's sticky cauldron.
"For what? Carol asked. "You made me cum like a freight train."
"Wanted it to last longer," Brandon panted as she held himself up over the blonde, his sweat dripping on her breasts like a sprinkler.
"Worked for me," Carol said. "You did great and you'll get even better with practice."
"You mean - like we can do it again?"
"Unless you're bored with me already," Carol replied. "My afternoon's free."
***
"Uh - Brandon?" Carol said as the young man beside her started poking her in the hip with his dick, which was hard yet again. "Your folks are going to be home soon, and besides, I'm getting a little sore. Haven't had any visitors down there in a while, and after four..."
"Five," Brandon said, correcting his middle-aged lover.
"Five," Carol said with a toothy grin. "However many it was, it was great but I'm worn out."
"Can I come back tomorrow?" Brandon asked hopefully, and when Carol nodded he kissed her."
"This was the greatest day of my life," Brandon declared as he stood up, his boner bouncing in front to him like a diving board.
"Well, how are you going to get that in your pants?" Carol said as Brandon started to put his underwear on, and when he shrugged his shoulders Carol swung her feet off of the bed and beckoned him closer.
"One for the road," Carol said as she pulled Brandon close and inhaled his cock, moving her lips up and down the shaft.
Her nose bumped into the tangled tuft of pubic hair above his member, the formerly soft fur having become a twisted mess made stiff by their fluids, and as Brandon mo
aned and shifted his weight from foot to foot Carol felt his hands reached down to her shoulders and then slide lower.
Carol suppressed a giggle as she felt the boy's fingers running through the hair under her arms - hair that he couldn't get enough of it seemed, having stroked and licked her armpits in between lavishing affection on her breasts all afternoon.
In a moment she felt Brandon's body tense and then her lips felt the surge of semen roar through his dick an instant before he spurted his load into her waiting mouth while her hand milked his balls dry.
Reluctantly Brandon got dressed and went home, taking a desperately needed shower that was interrupted when he found it necessary to relieve himself as the image of Carol kept going through his mind.
Come the next morning Brandon was up early and after his folks when off to work he raced next door, waking up his new neighbor in the process.
"Too early," Carol mumbled upon seeing Brandon at the door.
"You look so pretty," Brandon said as Carol squinted into the sunlight, and even though her hair was a mess and she had sleep lines on her cheeks, to the young lad she looked amazing anyway.
"Alright, come in," Carol said after finding the puppy dog eyes too pitiful to turn him away. "You can come into bed with me but you gotta let me sleep."
Brandon nodded eagerly and followed Carol down the hall and into bed, stripping his clothes off as he walked.
"Alright, you can cuddle," Carol agreed after feeling Brandon spoon up behind her. "Just don't poke me with that thing or I'll never get to sleep.
"This okay?" Brandon asked as he pulled his cock backward and placed it in the car of Carol's butt.
"Good night."
"It's 7:30 in the morning," Brandon said as he held the love of his life close to him, and he did his best not to bother Carol, but laying there with his face inches away from her hair, her skin so soft, and the feeling of her butt against the underside of his cock, well...
"Good grief," Brandon heard Carol mutter as his semen squirted onto her lower back, the result of him rubbing his member along the crevice of her buttocks.
"Sorry," Brandon said as his dick spurted a couple more times.
"Good night."
"Are you mad at me?" Brandon asked.
"If you let me go back to sleep. no," Carol declared, and so Brandon closed his eyes and actually dropped off.
It was almost 10 when Brandon woke up, the cause of his waking up being Carol who was sucking his cock down under the sheet.
"You kept poking me with the thing in your sleep," Carol said in mock anger as she climbed up on the boy, straddling his thighs while putting his stiff manhood into her pussy.
"I love you," Brandon said, reaching up and grabbing her swaying boobs while she rode him like a cowgirl.
"If you love me," Carol gasped. "Make sure you don't cum before me," and while it was close, Brandon managed to hold up until Carol started to scream while doing a crazy sort of dance on his lap.
***
"Brandon honey, I can't," Carol declared sometime after lunch. "My pussy is so sore. Look at it. I'll bet it's rubbed raw."
"Can't really see on account of it's so hairy," Brandon mused as he raked his fingers through Carol's bush.
"Well maybe I'll shave it," Carol said, to which Brandon practically screamed, "NO!"
"Yeah, I guess it is kinda red," Brandon admitted.
Carol looked at the kid which the erection that wouldn't go away and shook her head, amazing at not only his virility but the way he looked at her like she hadn't been looked at in years.
"If you want, you can try putting it somewhere else," Carol suggested, and when she saw the confused look on his face she got up on all fours and backed up toward him.
"Wow, it's got hair around that too," Brandon said, observing the circle of blonde hairs around Carol's tan puckered ring.
"Then I suspect you must like it," Carol snapped.
"What do I do?"
"Lube it up. There's lotion on the night table. Lick it, I don't care," Carol added, and then after she felt Brandon face press between her cheeks she yelped, "I was only kidding - ooh."
"This good?" Brandon asked after his tongue burrowed into the steamy crack, the pungent taste and aroma somehow inflaming him.
"Omigod!" Carol groaned. "What a tongue you have. Yes. It's good... so good. Put some lotion on your cock - stick a finger in first - two. Now stick your dick in."
Brandon scrambled up to his knees and fumbled around the tiny orifice before finally working the tip of his member in.
"It's so tight," Brandon grunted as he struggled to insert his cock into Carol's anus.
"Don't stop now - push!" Carol cried out, then Brandon lurched forward while his cock slid all the way in to the hilt, and while it didn't last long Brandon obviously enjoyed it, and after coating Carol bowels with his seed he waited until his limp dick slithered out before collapsing on the bed next to his lover.
"I think I've just about corrupted you completely," Carol mused as Brandon smothered her with affection. "Where were you 24 years ago?"
"Uh - not even born," Brandon said sheepishly. "Why? What happened 24 years ago?"
"I made a mistake, one of many in my life," Carol said. "I married somebody I thought I loved, and I've been paying for it ever since."
"Oh yeah. Well, if I was alive back then I would have married you in a minute," Brandon said. "That would be awesome. I would do anything for you."
"I know," Carol said, her eyes getting misty as she reached over and touched Brandon's cheek. "Someday, you're going to meet somebody and fall in love..."
"I love you," Brandon said. "I haven't known you all that long, I know, but I love everything about you."
"Like I said, someday you'll find somebody your own age," Carol continued. "When you do find her and get married and all that, do me a favor. Hell, do yourself a favor. If you get mad at each other say your piece, make your point and then walk away."
"Yeah, that's what my Dad does," Brandon explained. "After they start yelling he throws up his arms and yells, what's the use and goes down to the basement and bangs away on this bookcase he's been building for years. Usually later that night after we go to bed, I hear the bed squeaking."
"That's the way to do it," Carol chuckled. "Don't hit, not even once. Don't even think of hitting, because once you do it..."
"Your husband. He hit you? With his hands?"
"Slaps, fists, and if he happened to have something in his hands at the time - hey!" Carol said as she watched Brandon go to pieces in front of her eyes, crying uncontrollably in her arms. "Hey! Brandon? It's okay. It's over."
Carol held the boy while he sobbed until he ran out of tears. "Didn't mean to upset you. You're a sensitive kid."
"If I ever see him I'll kill him,' Brandon muttered, and the determined look on the boy's face would have been comical to the woman if he wasn't so serious.
"No you won't, honey," Carol said. "He might not even find me this time. Never went this far away from him before. He'll be out of jail soon, but I didn't tell anybody where I was going this time, so I think I'll be okay here. This is a nice town, and I like my neighbors."
"There, that's better," Carol announced when she managed to get a smile out of Brandon. "Now that you must be exhausted from all this drama, maybe you'll let me finish moving into this place. As much as I enjoy your company, I can't be humping in bed all day."
"My folks think I've been looking for a summer job," Brandon admitted. "Guess I better actually look."
"Good idea. Find a job and make some money for your college books," Carol said. "Just don't forget about me. I forgot what it was like without you underfoot."
"You mean you still want me to come over?" Brandon asked, and after Carol assured him that she did he looked relieved. "Oh. I thought you were trying to get rid of me."
"No way. Never had anybody this crazy about me before, and crazy is the right word," Carol said. "So until you find a nice girl, feel fre
e to come on over any time after breakfast and jump my bones."
***
Carol did eventually unpack her boxes, and Brandon even found a job stocking shelves at a supermarket. The limited hours he got left him plenty of time to visit Carol, and by the end of summer he was spending most of his time at Carol's, even sleeping over from time to time.
Unfortunately Brandon also got the opportunity to meet Carol's husband. The lad had just gotten out of work at 9 and rode his bike at top speed so he could run through his house, say hello to his folks and then weasel out the back door and over the fence, but something was wrong.
There was an old pickup truck in front of Carol's house, and there was a lot of yelling going on, so Brandon hopped off his bike after pulling in the driveway.
A voice from his house startled him. It was his father's.
"I called the police, son," his father said, leaning out the window. "Don't go over there."
Brandon was already on his way though, running to Carol's front door, and after finding it locked raced around to the back. The door was ajar, and after Brandon pushed it open he saw this giant of a man in the middle of the living room. which was trashed.
"Who the fuck are you?" the grubby looking guy snarled.
"Brandon! Leave!" came the scream from further in the room, and when Brandon looked down he saw Carol on the floor, her blouse half ripped off of her and blood pouring out of a cut above her right eye. "NO!!!"
Brandon was already halfway across the room by then, screaming and cursing as he launched himself toward the behemoth, swinging, scratching and clawing at Carol's husband, hellbent on doing what he had sworn he would do if he ever saw him.
***
In Hollywood, the good guys would have won, the bad guy would have been vanquished and everybody would have lived happily ever after, but Kingston, New York isn't Hollywood.
After landing a couple of punches, blows that mostly only infuriated Carol's husband, and climbing on his back while attempting to claw his eyeballs out of their sockets, Brandon got shrugged off and was nearly put through the living room wall before getting picked up and knocked out with one punch.
When Brandon woke up, the police were there along with an ambulance and there was blood all over the place. Some was his, some was Carol's and some was her husband's, because while Brandon's attack wasn't effective by itself, it had allowed Carol time to pick up a hammer and nail her distracted tormentor in the back of the head.
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