Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

I couldn't keep my eyes off those red lips of hers. Her tongue slightly came out and touched the top of her upper lip. “I'll take whatever Phil's having.”

  Jean smiled. “I'll be right back.”

  I watched her ass sway side to side as she left. “Houston, we have a problem.”

  Chapter Two

  How the fuck was Phil so calm around her? I'd be fucking that body every second I got.

  Phil could sense I was looking at him and glanced over at me. “This game is getting good.”

  I looked back at the TV and the game was already in the second quarter. Time was flying too fast. The teams were tied. Phil was right that the game was getting good. I took another sip and tried to forget all about Jean.

  I leaned forward and watched the game but my eyes soon glazed over. I couldn't get the image of her out of my head. I had to talk to her again.

  “Do you have a bathroom?” I asked Phil, standing up.

  “Don't you want to wait for a commercial?” he replied, his eyes never leaving the game.

  “Yeah, of course.” I sat back down and tapped my foot until a commercial played. I stood right back up.

  “Bathroom is inside and the first door on the right.”

  “Thanks.” I walked into his house and immediately saw the bathroom door. But that's not what I wanted. I could hear silverware clanging in the kitchen.

  I walked in to see Jean in front of the fridge, bending over to grab something from the bottom shelf.

  Thank fucking god for short skirts. The bottom of her ass cheeks were exposed and I could see the beginnings of the black thong that hugged those big hips of hers. It was a sight that I could stare at all day.

  My cock grew and made my jeans tight. The throbbing pain in my balls reminded me that there was more I needed to do to that ass.

  Jean stood up and almost dropped the bread she was holding when she saw me. “Oh Damon, you scared me.”

  “Sorry, I got a little lost looking for the bathroom.”

  Her finger trailed across her chest, cresting over those melons of hers. “Don't worry about it.”

  Was she sending me a signal? I was pretty good with women and I think she was playing with me, trying to bring attention to that protruding chest.

  It was working.

  Jean continued, “The bathroom is back by the door to the garage. You can't miss it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, not wanting to leave yet. Her figure deserved more time to be studied but there wasn't any excuse I could think of to stay.

  I left and went into the bathroom. I didn't even need to piss. But my erection needed to be released. I unzipped and let my thick cock fly out. It was hard as a rock. I stroked myself for just a second, imagining Jean naked on her back, begging for it.

  I didn't have time to rub one out. Phil would be wondering where I was. I inhaled sharply as I zipped my hardness back into my jeans. Tonight was going to be the longest masturbation session of my life.

  I returned to the garage and Phil hadn't moved. “Did I miss anything?”

  Phil took a sip of his beer. “A touchdown by each team so they're still tied.”

  I sat down next to him and had to rearrange my crotch so my dick didn't break in half. Phil was too busy watching to even notice what I was doing.

  Jean walked into the garage and stood in front of the TV. “Phil, we're out of mustard.”

  Phil leaned over so he could see around her. “Who cares about mustard. We can eat the sandwiches without it.”

  Jean looked back at the TV. “Halftime is in three minutes. You can swing by the grocery store and be back in time.”

  Phil didn't respond and kept watching. When Jean didn't move, his eyes finally looked at hers. “Yeah I'll go to the grocery store. Will you be okay here while I'm gone, Damon?”

  “I got my beer. I'll be fine, don't worry about me.”

  “Do you need anything from the store since I'm going?” Phil asked his wife.

  “Milk would be good too,” she replied.

  Jean gave me a wink and went back inside. I don't know what the hell that meant but the aching in my balls liked it.

  The game announcers declared it was halftime. Phil took car keys out of his pocket. “It should only take me twenty minutes and I'll be back in a flash,” he said.

  I wasn't even able to respond before he was in his truck and pulling back out of the driveway. I sipped my beer and watched the announcers analyze the game that I had stopped paying attention to.

  Jean popped her head into the garage. “Damon, can you help me with something in the kitchen really quick.”

  My eyes lit up. “Of course.” I jumped off the couch and went inside.

  “I'm in the kitchen,” she yelled.

  I walked in to find an ambush.

  Jean stood against the kitchen island with her hands behind her and chest pushed outwards. “I've seen you watching me, Damon.” Her finger trailed down her neckline and into her cleavage. “I know you want me.”

  Chapter Three

  “What about your husband?” I asked.

  Jean pulled off the white top and showed off those perfect big tits that needed to be touched. “He's at the store.”

  “He'll be back in twenty minutes.”

  “Plenty of time,” she replied, her hand passing over her flat stomach and slipping into the waistband of her skirt.

  The aching in my pants wasn't going to go away any time soon. There was only one thing left to do.

  I pressed my strong body against Jean and kissed her starving lips. Her tongue entered my mouth while her nails raked down my back. I screamed out in pain and she bit her bottom lip.

  Jean reached down and stroked my cock through my tight jeans. My hands sneaked around her back and snapped off her bra. She let the bra fall to the ground.

  Two big round breasts fell out with perky pink nipples. “You have the most fantastic pair of tits. I don't think I've ever seen a better pair.”

  “They need you,” she said, circling her hard nipple with her fingertip.

  I squeezed her boobs together and ran my tongue deep into her cleavage. Jean moaned and held my head close to her chest. I sucked on each nipple, flicking them with my tongue.

  Jean worked at my jeans, unzipping them and whipping out my long pulsing member. “You're so much bigger than Phil,” she said.

  She climbed onto the kitchen island and hiked up her skirt along her tanned thighs. Her pussy could be seen through the black lace thong.

  “We don't have much time, Damon, fuck me now and fuck me hard. I've been waiting too long to be fucked by a real man.”

  I pulled her panties to the side and ran my finger along her slit. Jean was so deliciously wet. I grabbed onto her hips and readied myself for the ride of my life. My cock sank into her tight hole, filling and stretching her out.

  “Fuck, yes,” Jean yelled out. “You're so fucking huge, Damon. I want you deep inside me. More. More!”

  I looked around to make sure that her husband wasn't around to see this. I pumped into her, slamming my rod into her over and over again. I watched those beautiful big tits bounce around with every thrust.

  Jean reached down and touched her hard nub. Her whole body shuddered as she rubbed her clit fast.

  “I'm going to come,” she screamed. “Fuck me harder.”

  Jean came around me, her pussy squeezing my cock as I rammed her on the kitchen island.

  My balls were fiery hot. I was getting close.

  We could both hear a truck pull into the driveway. Phil was back. I stopped immediately, my dick still in her.

  “Don't you fucking stop, Damon.”

  “We're going to get caught,” I told Jean.

  “You better keep fucking me until you cum all over me,” she demanded.

  I was so close that it was going to be too hard to stop anyways. I continued fucking her pussy, concentrating on the finish.

  The door to the garage opened. “Is Damon in there with you, honey?”

/>   I slowed my thrusts down but not completely. I was as quiet as I could be. My heart pounded in my ears. The thrill of getting caught heightened all my senses.

  Jean strained to reply. “He's helping me with the food in here. Just set down the mustard by the door and get back to watching the game.”

  I heard the door to the garage close and I continued fucking his wife. I forced my cock deeper and deeper, making her take every inch of me.

  “I'm going to come,” I groaned, pulling out. I quickly stroked my cock from base to tip.

  Ropes of cum sprayed out, covering Jean's belly and tits. She lay there and let my seed land where it may.

  She pressed her boobs together and let my semen gather in her valley. Her red hair was all messed up. She dipped a finger into her cleavage and tasted me.

  “So good,” she softly moaned.

  I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them up. The aching in my balls had finally passed. I was finally able to breathe.

  “That can't happen again,” I told her.

  Jean sat up, still covered in my cum, not caring about cleaning up. “You don't want to do this to me everyday?”

  “Not if you're married. I don't want to get caught.”

  “We won't get caught. I promise.”

  Jean actually sounded serious. It was hard to concentrate on anything else with her large tits dripping with my fluids.

  Chapter Four

  I stumbled into the garage, lightheaded and relaxed. Phil was glued to the TV and didn't even notice me come back outside.

  I wasn't sure if I should just go home and try to avoid the coming storm. I didn't want to get in the middle of a marriage. But Jean was so fuckable. That wet slit of hers made it so easy for her to slide onto my cock. The things I could do to her if she was mine. We'd never leave the bed. I wouldn't find another woman like that.

  Phil had no idea what he had.

  I glanced at the game and it was almost at the end of the third quarter. Since I was introduced to Jean, I'd barely paid attention to it. The game didn't seem to matter much right now.

  But if I left right now, that might raise suspicion with Phil. It was better to sit the game out and leave afterwards.

  “Oh come on, refs. That wasn't holding,” Phil yelled at the screen. “Can you believe that?” he asked, looking over at me.

  I wasn't paying attention to that play. “Totally holding. These referees must not have eyes.” Phil seemed content with my response.

  He picked up his beer and held it up to cheers. My beer was still in the cup holder and still a little cold. I held mine up to his and we smashed them together.

  “It's nice having a real man around here to watch the game. Do you like basketball?”

  “Of course, who doesn't.” That wasn't the right answer. I hadn't seen what was coming.

  “Perfect. There's a game tomorrow night at five. You're going to be sitting right here next to me.”

  That wouldn't work at all. I couldn't be here all the time. There was no way I could resist Jean. She'd find some way to fuck me. “Tomorrow night? I think I'm actually busy. Will you take a rain check?”

  Phil shrugged and continued watching.

  Jean came out with two plates of sandwiches. She had put on the white top from earlier but this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail Her skirt was replaced with black yoga pants that enhanced her every curve.

  Fuck...me.

  Her white top was so thin you could see everything, the shape of her tits, her nipples poking through. My cock came back to attention without much effort. Here we go again. There was no way I was going to make it out of here alive.

  “I hope my men are hungry,” she said, handing each one of us a plate. “You both have turkey breast with mayo and mustard. Enjoy.” Jean went to hand me a napkin but she conveniently let it fall behind her.

  “Whoops. I dropped your napkin.” Jean turned around and bent over to show off her perfectly round ass. Those yoga pants could barely contain her. It wouldn't take much to rip them apart and fuck her behind right here.

  Phil probably wouldn't even notice.

  Jean rose up. “Here's your napkin, Damon.”

  “Thank you,” I replied, trying not to make eye contact. I knew it would be all over if I saw her beautiful browns.

  I bit into the sandwich and moaned. There was more in there than she described. Bacon and avocado. This might've been the best sandwich I'd ever tasted. Or it was the fact that it was the first food after sex.

  “This is really good,” I told her.

  She beamed. “I'm glad you liked it.” Jean looked over at Phil and he had set the plate down next to him without even trying it. “You two have fun, I'm going to go shopping.”

  “Nice to meet you, Damon. Hopefully we'll see you around here a lot.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Jean.”

  And she was gone just like that. I breathed a sigh of relief. Phil didn't seem fazed either way.

  No wonder she was so sex-starved. He never paid attention to her. I wasn't the first guy she used and I wouldn't be the last.

  “Can you fucking believe they came back and won?”

  My mind was completely elsewhere. I looked at the screen and realized that we lost. “We got robbed. Totally the refs fault.”

  “You wanna hang out some more and finish those beers. You've been nursing the one in your hand the entire game. Don't you think its time to move on.”

  He was right. I chugged the last remaining bit. “I have to get back home and unpack some more. Let's meet up again for another game soon. That was a lot of fun.”

  “Good luck unpacking,” he said. “And thanks for bringing the beer.”

  There was no need to take the remaining beer home. There wasn't any. I had one and Phil had drank five in a row.

  I walked quickly across the street and entered my home, shutting the front door behind me. I had to get away fast before Jean came back home from shopping.

  I was safe...for now.

  Chapter Five

  The next day I spent mostly unpacking boxes. And trying to forget that Jean was probably sitting next door in just a bra and panties, touching herself, coming over and over again.

  I spent a long shower masturbating this morning, hoping it would get her out of my head. It didn't work. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

  Phil had asked me to come over the basketball game and I had told him no. At the time, I didn't want to be anywhere close to Jean. She had such a power over me. Such a power over my thick cock. I couldn't risk getting close to her.

  But a day had passed and I felt differently. I felt like I deserved a woman like Jean. I was okay with not owning her. Phil could be married to her and pay for all her expensive things. I just wanted to own her in bed.