"Certainly." Eva said.
"Well," he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more courage, "the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that."
"Bigger than mine?" Eva said.
"I doubt it. Yours look pretty big."
Eva took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. "What do you think?" she said.
"Yours are bigger," he quickly answered.
"You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky," she said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. "Now you can judge better."
"Gosh, Eva, you win by a mile!"
"Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does it half-way. And tell me about your date."
Ronny let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued. They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk oozing onto his finger tips. Eva moaned inside, the delicious feeling crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.
"Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask. We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more Scotch."
"We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take off her bra and then she put her hand on my… on my prick."
"Like this?" Eva asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants.
"Yeah," Ronny said excitedly, "only I think I'm lot harder now than I was then."
"I hope so." Eva said. "Go on, honey."
"I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on… I thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand felt good."
Eva worked Ronny's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty, easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started slowly jerking him.
"Oh, God, Eva, that's good," he gasped.
"Go on, tell me more," she urged.
"I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert. Boy, that dumb broad really has some hang-ups."
"She sure does." Eva agreed, her hand still working on Ronny's cock. "Where did you learn to go down on a girl?"
Ronny was really loose now, relaxed and hot, and confident. "Roxy taught me," he said.
"Your own mother?" Eva said with disbelief.
"Yeah, she really likes it."
Eva pressed her mouth to Ronny's. His long tongue slid wetly into her mouth. "I can believe it," she said when they broke.
"Oh, Eva, I really wanted to fuck that girl, but she wouldn't let me. She finally calmed down and said she would jack me off, but she wouldn't let me fuck her."
"I'll let you fuck me, Ronny." Eva said.
Eva's good resolutions had flown out the window. She wanted this beautiful boy, wanted his beautiful hard prick, in her mouth, in her cunt, maybe even in her ass. John could flat go to hell with his stingy little prick. Ronny's was bigger, anyway.
She quickly took him in her mouth. Ronny gasped. The feel of a cock in her mouth again was marvelous. The clear stuff was salty, making her want more, as her tongue searched the crevice under his fat knob and then slid down the stem to feel the thick veins. She took it all the way in, almost gagging, and then pulled free.
"I want you to come in my mouth, Ronny. I want to eat everything you've got to give," she said, her mouth going back over his glans.
Her reward came very quickly. The boy stiffened as hot, chalky goo squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, only to be rewarded by another thick jet. She couldn't remember anyone ever coming so much. It had a smoky taste, and it left a burning sensation all the way down.
She got to her feet. Her hand went to the zipper on the side of her skirt and it floated to the floor in a heap at her feet. She wore no panties, and save for her sweater, was naked.
"Go sit in that chair over there," she said.
Ronny got slowly to his feet, his cock still surprisingly half-hard. He went and sat heavily in the chair. Eva straddled him and lowered onto his half-hard prick. Reaching down, she gripped it in an upright position, and pushed his cock into her weeping pussy.
"Make it hard again. Fuck me and make me come, darling," she crooned into his ear. His prick straightened and swelled inside her cunt, and she started bobbing. Her mouth went to his. She madly kissed the boy while she fucked him.
Eva had a quick orgasm, the pleasure sending tremors up her spine. She hadn't forgotten how good it felt to come on a stiff cock, yet she realized how she had missed it, and how over two months was too damn long to go without it. She came again, shivering with ecstasy.
"Get down on the floor and let me finish you from behind." Ronny said. He particularly like it doggy-fashion.
Eva raised up and fell to her knees, the idea thrilling. "Yes, yes, finish in my asshole!" she gurgled.
It wasn't what Ronny had meant, but he liked the idea very much. He had taken his mother's asshole a number of times, and he liked it. It was so tight, so fucking tight.
He came up behind her, his prick was stiff and wet and slimy. He spread her soft cheeks wide, exposing the tiny, tightly puckered hole. His first thrust made Eva cry, but he pushed again and his glans spread the hole and popped inside. He pushed again, his cock jamming deeper into her ass.
Eva moaned with pain. It hurt like hell, but felt good, too, and her ass opened to take him. And then he was in deep and started fucking, and the pain turned to pure bliss. She started coming and coming, and coming, and coming, her ass bobbing backwards to take each thrust with violent fury.
So young, yet so expert, Eva thought. He was draped over her bouncing ass, his hands busy at her distended nipples. If only he had a finger left over to push up into her pussy, he would be the perfect lover.
"Keep it up, Ronny! I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" she cried loudly.
In the next room, the bridge game had degenerated to mostly horseplay. Only John's table was still playing, and everyone except John and was well stewed, and he was feeling pretty good himself. One couple had already slipped away in search of a bedroom, and most of the others were kissing and playing around. It had started as footsie under the tables, but that period was past; it was time to quit playing games.
Roxanne started to play a card and then threw them all on the table.
"Shit, I don't want to play bridge, and neither does anyone else. Let's go and see if your stupid wife has passed out yet. I want you in bed, John."
John let her pull him to his feet, his mouth open with shock. He knew they were leading up to this, and that it would eventually happen even if he didn't really want it. He followed her dumbly to the library door, noticing that one of the ladies was on the floor under a card table sucking her partner's cock, or was it her partner? At any rate, it strangely excited him.
Roxanne opened the door. "Oh look, John," she said softly.
"My God!" was all that John could say. He started to rush into the room, but Roxanne blocked his way.
"Let them be, John," she said.
"But that's my wife, and your son is fucking her… in the ass!"