After the orgasm was over, Lucy lay back in the water, still quivering. After a few minutes she felt more relaxed, more under control, but to her amazement she was still horny.
"What's the matter with me? Am I some kind of nymphomaniac?" she asked aloud.
Maybe not. She recalled reading somewhere, that it if was readily available, a normal healthy woman had a phenomenal sexual capacity. Enough to wear out several men.
"How much is it, Tommy?" she asked, glancing to herself.
Lucy was out of the bath and drying off when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, damn," she said. "It never fails." Wrapping the towel around herself, she went into the living room.
"Who is it?" she said through the front door.
"The paper boy," a young male voice replied. "Tommy White. I've come to collect for this month."
"Just a moment," Lucy said as she wrapped the towel more securely. It occurred to her that she ought to get dressed before letting him in, but then she remembered he was only a boy. What harm could come of it?
But Lucy saw from Tommy's expression, as soon as she had opened the door, that perhaps she was wrong. The bay's eyes swept up and down the young blonde's barely covered body. The towel was pulled tightly across Lucy's tits, making them bulge invitingly upward, and it was barely long enough to cover her cunt, leaving a long expanse of soft white thighs showing.
"I don't have the cash, Tommy," she said. "Would a check do?"
"S-Sure, Mrs. Preston," Tommy stammered, turning his eyes away from Lucy's legs with obvious difficulty.
The boy followed Lucy into the living room where she got her checkbook out of a drawer. Lucy usually wrote her checks on the kitchen table, but it was still in disorder from her morning adultery session. So she sat down on the couch and started writing it on the coffee table.
"How much is it, Tommy?" she asked, glancing up at the boy.
"Uh… three-fifty," he blurted.
With an inward smile, Lucy saw that the boy was trying to look up her towel as she sat on the couch. She had instinctively kept her thighs pressed tightly together as she sat, but suddenly decided to tease the boy.
Lucy let her thighs gape open a little, pulling the towel tight across her lap. She doubted that Tommy could see much, but he certainly was trying, staring bug-eyed up into the darkness of Lucy's crotch. If she hadn't been a blonde, he would have been able to make out the outline of her cunt hair, but her wispy blonde fluff blended in easily with the color of her skin.
He wasn't a bad-looking boy, Lucy realized as she watched Tommy squirm in the armchair across from her. He had gotten a lot bigger and older.
Tommy had been the Preston's paper boy for over three years, and Lucy was suddenly aware that he was growing up. She guessed his age at about eighteen. He's getting handsome, she thought. Getting to be a real little surfer.
Like most surfers, Tommy had long blond hair framing his handsome young face. And under his thin t-shirt, Lucy saw that he was well-built, with tight, firm young muscles. It was a moment before she realized what was going through her mind.
Didn't her sexual liberation mean that she could have whom she wanted when she wanted them? The very depravity of the thought – seducing a young boy – was so wildly stimulating that Lucy experienced a hot rush of blood through her body. She still hadn't made up her mind, but decided she'd tease the boy a little more, just to see how he reacted.
"Oops. This pen's out of ink," she said casually, and reached clear to the other end of the couch for another. To balance herself, she had to open her legs wide, and knew Tommy had a clear view up the insides of her thighs all the way to her cunt.
Jeezuz, the boy thought as he stared at the blonde-furred folds of cunt flesh. A hot sweat broke out all over his body, and he felt a quick surge of life in his virile young cock. He still didn't know that Lucy was doing it on purpose, and thought he was just getting another of those free glimpses that young boys have to subsist on.
After three years of fighting with his puberty, Tommy had given in, becoming obsessed with sex. Hot, sweaty nights of masturbation followed each of his unsuccessful or partially successful dates with young girls his age. More than once he'd had his hands full of naked tits, and only last week his date had let him stick his hand up her cunt – under cover of her dress. He'd never actually seen a woman's cunt, other than in girlie magazines – which he often used as stimulation for masturbation. And now Lucy's cunt was staring him in the face.
For the past few months Tommy had had a purely sexual crush on Lucy – Mrs. Preston to him – trying to imagine what she looked like naked. And now he was finding out.
"Ops," Lucy said with a teasing smile, and tucked the towel back down into her crotch. Tommy saw her cunt whisked out of his sight.
He's really eating it up, Lucy thought, smiling inwardly. She felt an unusual sense of power as she flaunted her body before the paper boy. A sense of excitement too. Lucy had been trying to ignore the building heat between her thighs, but it was becoming uncomfortably demanding. Time to end this, she warned herself.
Lucy finished writing the check and stood up, holding it out. She expected Tommy to get up, too, and come and take the check, but he remained seated, his face bright-red. Then she saw why.
Tommy had an enormous erection and was embarrassed to stand up. Lucy's eyes were drawn like a magnet to the huge bulge in the boy's tight jeans. Unconsciously she took a step closer to him so that she could get a better look, but the boy shrank down in the chair, horribly ashamed.
"Tommy," Lucy said thickly. The check fluttered to the floor, and with her barely knowing what she was doing, Lucy sank to her knees in front of the boy. "Tommy," she said again, her voice barely audible. She put her hand on Tommy's lap, right on top of his erection.
"Uunnhhh," the boy moaned as he felt the soft pressure on his swollen cock. He tried to writhe away, but found he couldn't move. He was afraid that just a little too much pressure and he was going to come in his pants. He stared up at Lucy, at her beautiful face, wondering why she looked so strange.
Lucy felt strange. Part of her was horrified by what she was doing and another part was on fire to touch Tommy's swollen cock. She felt it stir and grow even harder underneath her hand. I must be crazy! she thought. But, nevertheless, she quickly and firmly unzipped the bay's fly.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Tommy whispered as Lucy reached into his fly and pulled his rigid cock into the open. Once again he was afraid he was going to come and fought hard to hold back his orgasm. He would have died with shame if he'd shot off in Lucy's hand.
"Oh… it's beautiful," Lucy breathed ecstatically as she held the boy's cock in her hand. It was much bigger than she'd expected. She'd thought that he would have a more boyish, more slender cock, but it reared up long and thick, a genuine cunt-full.
Cunt-full? Up until now Lucy hadn't dared think that fat but now realized her eager snatch was once again hungry. But was she so depraved that she could seduce a teen-aged boy? Yes!
Once again a feeling of power swept over Lucy, and she squeezed Tommy's cock gently in her hand.
"Uunngghh," the boy moaned, twisting in the chair.
"Am I going too fast?" Lucy blurted. All Tommy could do was dumbly state back at her. She marveled at how smooth and new his cock looked. Unmarked as yet by heavy battle with cunts like hers. The boy was probably a virgin!
This last thought completely made up Lucy's mind. She had to have the boy, had to possess his virgin cock and strong young body.
"Tommy, don't you want to take your clothes off?" she asked softly.
"Gee… I don't know, Mrs. Preston," Tommy stuttered, hardly able to talk. Sure, he wanted to take off his clothes, but still felt embarrassed in front of this beautiful older woman.