My husband and I have a fairly good marriage. After nearly a decade together, we still didn't have any children though. We've been through all the testing. After eliminating anything on my end as the problem, it was determined that my husband has a low sperm count. This doesn't mean that it's impossible for him to get me pregnant, it just means that it's going to take some serious effort. I am more than willing to do what it takes, as is my husband. The problem is that his work takes him away so much that it's hard for us to really put a lot of effort into the task at hand.
It's not like we don't have sex whenever he's home, we're just not seeing the results from it that we'd like to see. It was a hot summer Friday in July. Joe was out of town attending a convention. We decided that if we are meant to have a baby, it will happen. My friend Sally went through something similar to this and said that it happens when you least expect it.
She should know, she has two kids now and she's expecting a third. This particular day I wasn't thinking about babies. I was thinking about getting the inside of my house painted. Joe's not the handy type. He delegates responsibility, which means that he's more than happy to pay for someone else to do the work.
He left me the checkbook and told me to take care of hiring someone to paint while he was out of town since he wasn't fond of the smell of paint. I was looking online to try to find a painter when I came across an ad for a company called Student Painters.
According to the testimonials, they were supposed to be pretty good. Apparently, the company is run by a bunch of college students. I have to admit that the pics of the hot college guys in overalls and jeans did attract my eye. After recovering from the sight of the hunks of beef, I read further and saw that their prices were really reasonable.
Even though my husband can afford to hire painters who charge much more, he still liked to save a buck, so I figured what the heck and filled out the contact form and clicked. I figured that since it was a Friday I wouldn't hear from these guys until they had recovered from their weekend parties. I was in the middle of preparing myself a nice dinner of steak and rice and steamed vegetables when the phone rang. Much to my surprise, it was one of the student painters.
He asked what I wanted done and when I wanted it done. I told him that I was looking to get the entire inside of the house painted, but I wanted to do it in stages. So the upstairs would be first and the downstairs and basement would come later.
He said that he had a painter who could come over tomorrow and start. Talk about service. I was so surprised at the how quickly they could have somebody over that I just said "okay" and gave the guy the address. After I got off the phone with Joe, I crawled under the covers and wondered who they would send over.
The guy on the phone sounded young and hot, but he sounded more like the guy who makes arrangements rather than one of the actual painters. I decided that I was being silly getting so worked up over the prospect of a hot college painter coming over.
I went to sleep and didn't give it any more thought that night. I woke up around 7 the next morning. Even though it was a Saturday, I was still used to getting up early.
I made myself a bowl of cereal since I didn't feel like dealing with a major cleanup. It was supposed to be near 100 degrees that day. Even though we had whole house AC, it was still obvious that it was going to be a hot, sticky day. I put on the TV to catch the weather and they said it was already in the 80s.
I was just putting away the bowl when there was a knock on the backdoor. I glanced outside of the window above the sink and saw a pickup truck with paint supplies in the alleyway behind the house.
"Before 8 on a Saturday. Impressive," I thought as I answered the door. "Need some painting done," a stunning college boy said after I opened the door. "Yes," I said trying not to stare at the young man in front of me," please come in. I didn't expect you to be this early." "It's so damn hot," he said carrying a gallon of paint in each hand, "I just wanted to get to work as early as possible." "I can't blame you," I said while inviting him in.
"I'm Ryan," he said while taking in the view as he came inside of the house. Ryan was clad in baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. Even though he was on the skinny side, he clearly had some muscles. He had dark brown semi-spiked hair. I also happened to notice that he had an amazing ass.
Even through his baggy jeans, the shape was clear. It was a perfect round bubble butt. I told him that he would just be doing the upstairs today. I let him walk up in front of me on purpose. I don't know what came over me, but I found myself taking more than a few glances at his ass as he walked upstairs with me following behind him. "You can start here in the hallway and then do the two bedrooms," I said. "You can save the bathroom and kitchen for next time and then the living room, family room, and basement entertainment room will be last." "Got it," he said with a smile as he put the cans of paint down.
"I'm gonna get the rest of the stuff from my truck," he said while heading downstairs. "Okay," I managed to say as I tried my best to keep my composure. All kind of thoughts ran through my head, but there was one that kept coming back.
If Joe's little swimmers weren't strong enough to give me a baby, maybe a one afternoon stand with a hot, muscular college stud would do the trick. Joe wouldn't have to know. And when Joe came back home on Tuesday I knew we'd have sex, so he would think that it was all him. This was crazy though. I decided to put that thought out of my mind. I figured I would just sit in the living room and watch television or read a book while he did his work.
Out of sight, out of mind. Right? Just as I was getting ready to head back downstairs, Ryan was coming back up the stairs with a ladder with drop cloths stuffed between the rungs and a bucket of painting supplies.
There wasn't anything I could do except back up and stand in the hallway as he put his supplies down and started setting up the drop cloths on the floor. "I'll be downstairs," I said. "Alright," Ryan said as he bent down to open a can of paint.
I wish he hadn't done that since it gave me an excellent view of his ass. It also made it clear that he was wearing a pair of 2Xist briefs under his baggy jeans. Here I was a 40 year old married woman completely turned on by a hot college boy who I only knew by his first name. I slowly worked my way downstairs and decided to make another attempt to turn my mind to other things besides that young man's perfect ass and hot body.
About an hour later, I smelled the paint and wondered if everything was alright up there since I hadn't seen Ryan since he got to work. It wouldn't hurt to bring him up a bottle of water, so I went to the kitchen to get one.
That's when I ran into Ryan coming in from the backdoor. "Oh, I thought you were still upstairs," I said. "I've been up and down a few times," he said. "I guess you were caught up in your book." "Stephen King," I said, trying to keep our conversation as safe as possible. "Yeah, I like his stuff too," Ryan said. "How's it going up there," I asked.
"I'm done with the hallway and I just moved the furniture into the middle of the two bedrooms so I'm gonna get started with that and I'll be done for the day," he said while whipping sweat from his face.
"Hot out," I said before I realized how stupid it was to state the obvious. "Here," I said, handing him a bottle of water. "Thanks," he said while running the ice cold bottle over his face and neck before opening it to take a sip.
As Ryan was drinking the water, I glanced down and noticed that his face wasn't the only thing sweaty. Apparently, while I was reading Ryan had been going back and forth from his truck to get supplies so he had definitely experienced the heat and humidity. This is a long way of saying that it was clear that his t-shirt was soaked through. Even his baggy jeans were clinging to his body.
He was skinny, but clearly muscular. For the first time, I noticed the outline of a bulge in the front of his jeans. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was checking him out as I handed him some paper towels to sop up some of the sweat on his face. "That shirt looks like it's soaked through," I said, "Why don't you let me put it in the dryer?" "Sure, thanks," he said while putting down the half empty bottle of water and peeling off the drenched t-shirt that clung to his chest and abs.
"I'm gonna get back to work," Ryan said with a smile. "Wait," I said, "I have a t-shirt you can wear." "Um," was all Ryan could say before I dashed upstairs to get one of my husband's t-shirts that he hardly ever wore. "It's my husbands," I said while tossing him the t-shirt.
"Thanks," he said as he rolled the t-shirt onto his amazing body. "How old are you," I blurted out, "I mean, I was just wondering since you seem so disciplined to come over early on a Saturday." "Yeah, I'm like that," he said while heading back upstairs. I figured he was dodging the question so I went back into living room.
Then I heard him say that he was eighteen as he went upstairs to get back to work. "My God, I'm lusting after a teenager," I thought to myself. I was determined to put any more thoughts about what he might have under those jeans out of my mind as I picked up my Stephen King book from the coffee table. I found my mind wandering as I starred at the book without reading a single word. Could I tempt Ryan out of his clothes all together?
Maybe I can can convince him to take a break and have a little adult fun. He was certainly young enough to be able to get the job done. He was on the skinny side, but he did have great arms and an amazing chest and abs. How big was his cock? I did catch a glimpse of a bulge in his jeans, so he must be packing something substantial. These are just a few of the thoughts that were running through my mind.
I made one final attempt to get back into my Stephen King book and forget about trying to seduce the hot college boy painting upstairs. After about five minutes, I put down the book and made my way upstairs. So much for willpower. I got upstairs and the hallway was all done. I walked into the guest bedroom and that too was all finished. I walked into the master bedroom and found Ryan. He was up on a ladder working on the corner of one wall. Before saying anything, I took a good look at his ass.
It looked so damn perfect in those baggy jeans. "How's it coming," I asked. "Great," he said, "I'll be done soon." "Take your time," I said, "No need to rush." "Got ya," Ryan said. I wasn't even sure he noticed me beyond me being the lady who was going to pay him when he was done.
I decided to be bold and go for it. "You're eighteen," I asked. "Yep," he answered. "You are in college, right," I asked, making sure before I pursued this any further. "Yeah, I'm in college," he said, "That's kinda the point of the business," he said with a smile. "So, do you have a girlfriend," I asked. "Yep," he said as he took a glance down at me from the ladder. "I'm sure you keep her happy," I said, getting a little bolder.
"Yeah, no complaints," he said while getting down from the ladder and touching up the rest of the wall with the roller in his hand. "Make her scream," I asked. "Sometimes," Ryan said while crouching down to take care of the trim. I glanced at the waistband of his 2Xist briefs that was visible as his baggy jeans eased down while he was in a crouching position. As I starred at his amazing ass, I gave up all thoughts of being remotely coy.
"When's the last time you took care of her," I asked. "You mean when did I last fuck her," he asked while working on the trim. "Yeah," I said. "Actually, this morning before I came over here," he said, still focused on finishing up the trim. I was surprised at how naturally he was answering my questions. I guess he was used to getting hit on.
I wondered how many other housewives he fucked since doing this painting business. "I'm surprised you managed to get over here so early then," I said. Ryan just laughed and eased his way over some to get the rest of the trim along the wall. He was now on his knees in a more comfortable position as he painted around an electrical outlet on the bottom of the wall. "Don't be modest," I said, "If you got some skills, be proud of it." "I didn't say I wasn't proud of my skills," he said while still focusing on his work.
"Did you leave your girlfriend wanting more," I asked in a further attempt to be as bold as I could get. "Not really," Ryan said. "Took care of her needs, huh?" "Pretty much" "How many times you take care of her?" "Twice this morning and five times last night," Ryan said as he got up and adjusted his baggy jeans. "I'm all done with the bedrooms and hallway," Ryan said as he started putting his painting supplies back in the bucket. "Alright then," I said.
"I'll stick around and wait for the paint to dry so I can put the stuff back," he said. "You know, you are really nice, but you don't have to lie to impress me," I said. "Lie about what," he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Come on. Five times last night? I'm sure you have skills, but nobody can fuck that much." "Believe what you want," Ryan said as he flexed his arm while picking up the ladder in one hand and the bucket with the supplies in the other. "I'm just gonna take this out to my truck," he added.
This wasn't going at all like I had planned. It's not like I had ever tried to flirt with a young man like this before. Joe was good in bed. Plus I wasn't trying to get laid for the sake of getting some dick. I did want to get some young seed inside of me and see if I could have a baby. I had my serious doubts anything was going to happen anyway since Ryan wasn't taking the not-so-subtle hints.
I decided to step up my efforts. "I'll just get the drop cloths and then I'll put your furniture back in place," Ryan said as he came back upstairs. "Hey, wait," I said, "I challenged your skills and you didn't even say anything." "What do you want me to do? You're gonna believe what you're gonna believe," he said. "Is that how you act when somebody questions your skills in that area," I said, in another effort to be bold.
"I know it's not fuckin true, so what's the big deal," he said, clearly irritated. "Alright, whatever you say. Put the furniture back and go then." "I can make you fuckin scream if I wanted to," Ryan said as he picked up a bookcase and put it back in the corner. "Make me scream with what? You think that tiny prick of yours can get the job done." "You have no fuckin idea what you're talking about," he said as he pushed the dresser back up against the wall. "Fuckin prove it," I said as he turned around with a noticeable bulge in his baggy jeans.
"You have no fuckin idea what you're asking for," he said with a cocky smile. "You're only 18 anyway," I said in an effort to provoke him, "It's not like you're all the experienced anyway." "Here," he said as he took off the t-shirt I gave him before, "Give this back to your fuckin husband." "Got no balls, I see," I said as Ryan intensified his stare. "I got more than you can fuckin handle," he said, clearly irritated. "You're just a boy pretending to be a shit talking man," I said.
Ryan didn't say a word as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He turned around and spread his legs. I heard the sound of his zipper coming down as he let his baggy jeans slip past his ass.
He turned around and let his jeans fall all the way to the floor. He stood in front of me in a pair of 2Xist briefs that were clearly stuffed to their limit. "Yeah, right," I said, trying not to act like I wasn't horny as hell, "That's probably a pair of socks in there.
I'm sure that fools your little girlfriend, but I'm not falling for your little boy games." Ryan grabbed me and pulled me right up against his body. It was then that I realized that appearances can be deceiving. With a t-shirt on, he didn't seem really muscular, but he clearly had eight-pack abs and a body that was obviously closer to all man rather than anything resembling a timid little boy. As he held me against his body, I could feel the throbbing bulge in his briefs.
I pulled back some and glanced down to see the outline of his circumcised mushroom head. My breathing increased as I slowly slid my index finger down his chest until I reached the waistband of his briefs. Ryan let out a gasp as I slipped my hand inside of his briefs and gently squeezed his plump young balls. "Satisfied," he said as sweat glistened on his chest and stomach.
"Not yet," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the bed with me. The bed was still in the middle of the floor, but that wasn't exactly a priority right now. Ryan immediately took control of the situation and positioned himself on top of me. He pulled my top off and unhooked my bra with very little effort.
It wasn't long before he pulled my white shorts. I was about to take my panties off when he pushed me down on the bed and used his teeth to perform the task. At this point, his briefs were stretched to their limit. He got up on his knees and reached down into his briefs and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen.
It had to be close to 10-11 inches. It was nearly twice as big as what Joe had between his legs. I completely forgot that he was just eighteen. I was so amazed at his size that I just starred at him for a few seconds to take in the stunning beauty of his gorgeous young male body.
"You know how to use that thing," I asked. Just then, he reached over to get his jeans from the floor and pulled out an XXL condom from his front pocket. He quickly ripped it open and repositioned himself between my legs in a kneeling position. He was about to slide it on when I grabbed it out of his hands. "Let me," I said while licking my lips. I did want him to fuck me raw, but there wasn't anything I could do about that right now. He closed his eyes as I slid the rubber down his huge, thick shaft.
After I was done, he quickly pulled his briefs off and threw them onto the floor and got on top of me. Without saying a word, he rammed his condom-covered cock inside of me. Even with a rubber on, I could feel every inch of this throbbing cock inside of me. I had never been so stretched before. Ryan had a look of intense pleasure on his face as he struggled to ease his entire shaft into my tight pussy. I had been having sex for years, but I never had a cock this big inside of me before and it was evident by the way this young stallion was struggling to get every inch of his meat deep inside.
Once he manged to get his entire shaft inside of me, Ryan's over-abundance of teen hormones took over. I let out a scream as he went from slowly easing every inch of his monster into me to frantically pound me with no mercy. He was fucking me so hard that the bed starting moving from its spot in the middle of the floor where he had moved it earlier to do the painting. I couldn't believe how a fucking 18 year old boy filled me up. My hands, which were on his back, found their way down to the tight, round bubble butt I admired when I first met him.
He didn't say a word as he continued to pump his huge cock inside of me. I had half a dozen earth-shattered orgasms by the time he was ready to blow.
His entire body was dripping with sweat as he gritted his teeth to force himself to hold back. After a few more deep thrusts, Ryan let out a loud moan and blasted a huge load into the XXL rubber that covered his young teenage dick.
I had one more orgasm as he pumped out a few more streams of cum into already stretched condom. "Don't ever fuckin question my skills again babe," Ryan said with a cocky smile as he got up off of me. "Is that all you got," I said, pretending not to be all that impressed.
"I'm gonna grab a shower and go," he said without even looking at me. He pulled the rubber off of his still-hard cock and tossed it in the bucket with the supplies. I have to admit that I was still horny as hell watching his naked body as he went to get a shower. He didn't even ask me if he could use my shower.
I would be pissed if I wasn't so turned on. I took another good look at his sexy ass as he went to get a shower. I decided that it was now or never as I went into the bathroom. I waited until I was sure that he was in the shower. I was still naked as I glanced over and saw that he was facing the other direction.
I slipped into the other side of the shower.
He had his eyes closed and was lathering up his body and didn't even realize that I was right behind him. I lifted my hand and smacked his ass to get his attention. "What the fuck." he said. "Exactly," I said as I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock. Ryan just closed his eyes as I took nearly all of his tool down my throat.
I grabbed onto his sexy ass as I swallowed nearly all of his cock. I kept going until he was about to blow, then I slide my mouth off of his throbbing cock. "Wha???," was all he managed to say. "Finish inside of me," I said as I wrapped my arms around him. Without hesitating, Ryan picked me up and pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around him as he shoved his hard cock back inside of my moist flesh.
He was so horny at this point that he just went at it. He was about to pull out and shoot when I tightened my grip around him with my legs. He tried again to pull out, but I distracted him by shoving my tongue down his throat. I dug my nails into his back as he thrust every inch of his cock inside of me.
He was about to make another attempt to pull out when I grabbed his ass and shifted my weight to keep him inside of me. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hold back his young seed anymore. "Oh, fuck," he shouted as he blew another huge load out of his pulsating cock. I gave him a kiss with plenty of tongue as he eased his still-hard cock out and shot the rest of his load onto my stomach.
He seemed pissed that I had made him cum inside me. He didn't say anything, but the way he just turned off the water and got out of the shower without saying anything pretty much said it all. He wasn't trying to be a daddy at eighteen. He finished putting the furniture back and took the rest of the stuff back to his truck. He acted as if nothing had happened and said he'd be back tomorrow to do the downstairs and entertainment room.
I just nodded as he waved at me before getting into his truck and leaving. I wondered if I had gotten enough of his young seed inside of me to get the job done. The next day, Ryan came over bright and early to get the rest of the work done. I had talked to Joe some last night.
I told him about the painter I hired. Well, I gave him the G-rated version anyway. He told me that he would be home on Tuesday. He was pleased that I was saving money.
He had no idea about the extra service he had performed. I still wasn't sure the young stud had done the deed, so I had some work of my own to get done that day.
It was another hot and humid day. I just finished getting a quick shower when there was a knock on the kitchen door. I knew that it had to be Ryan since company never dropped by this early. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tight top and went to answer the door. I was still wet from my shower.
When I opened the door and saw Ryan standing there in baggy jeans and a grey t-shirt, I was getting wet in other ways too. Yesterday at this time, I had only guessed what he had under those jeans. Today, I knew all too well what he was working with. "Morning," he said with the ladder in one hand and bucket of supplies in the other. "Good morning," I said, "It's gonna be another hot one today." "Yeah, I know," he said. "Take care of your girlfriend this morning again," I said casually as he started setting up in the kitchen.
"Nope," he said, "I took care of her last night." "I see," I said while handing him a bottle of water from the fridge. "Let me guess," I said while glancing at his ass as he set up the ladder, "five times again." "Something like that" he said with a blank look on his face. "I'm gonna finish the bathrooms upstairs and then do the living room and kitchen," he said while grabbing the ladder in one hand and his bucket of supplies in the other. "Alright," I said.
I hesitated for a minute, then decided to go upstairs and deal whatever was going on with him. I had a good feeling that I knew what it was.
He didn't appreciate the fact that I made him cum inside of me. I got upstairs and Ryan was turned away from me and setting up inside the hall bathroom. He didn't even notice that I was up there, so I playfully smacked his sexy ass through his jeans. "Hey," he said with a half-smile.
He went back to pouring the paint. I let him finish that and then I grabbed his arm. "What," he said sharply. "What's up with you," i asked. "Nothing." "I'm on the pill if that's what's worrying you," I said, still holding onto his arm and feeling his biceps at the same time. "Didn't you like what we did yesterday," I asked further. "Yeah, that's not it," he said, finally breaking his silence.
"What then," I asked. "A few months ago, my girlfriend thought she was pregnant after we fucked without a rubber a few nights in a row. Turned out she wasn't, but it freaked me out. Since then, I've been putting a glove on it," he said. "Even when you went five times," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah," he said.
"I'm sorry," I said, running my hand along his back. "It's okay babe," he said, clearly relieved that I was on the pill, even though I really wasn't. Before letting him get back to work, I grabbed Ryan and turned him around and gave him a kiss, which he reciprocated with plenty of tongue. I glanced down to see a noticeable bulge in his jeans. He didn't say a word, but had a big smile on his face as he got back to work.
I realized that I needed to have Ryan in a good mood if something was going to happen later today. I kept busy downstairs with working in the garden and doing some laundry. When I came in from the garden, Ryan was already starting in the kitchen. He was up on the ladder and I couldn't help but take in the view. Even with the AC on, he was still sweating. It was the kind of sweat that was sexy, not the kind that was disgusting and smelly.
I went upstairs to empty the hamper. I came downstairs with a bushel and walked past Ryan, who was up still up on a ladder painting the ceiling in the kitchen. "Got anything you needed washed," I asked while looking up at his amazing body.
"You can wash my tee," he said, putting his paint roller down on the upper step of the ladder and peeling off his tight t-shirt and tossing it down into the bushel I was holding. It was hard to tell if he was getting bold in return or just showing off for the sake of showing off, but Ryan was definitely not as guarded as he was when he first came over that morning.
He continue to paint without a shirt as I went ahead and did some laundry. When he was into work, I perched myself off of the kitchen by the laundry area and starred at his amazing ass as he did his work. I kept busy with little tasks around the house while Ryan finished the kitchen and got to work in the living room. Since the couch was in the middle of the living room, I parked myself there and watched Ryan do the painting. I figured that I might as well enjoy the view.
I did find myself wondering if our brief moment of unprotected fun yesterday was enough to do to trick. It was hard to think all that clearly while watching a shirtless Ryan paint the living room ceiling. I found myself taking quick glances at every part of his body as he moved around the living room doing his job.
I realized that there was no way I was going to even finish that Stephen King book I had picked up in an attempt to look distracted since there was now considerable moisture between my legs.
I politely excused myself to go to the kitchen to get some water. I brought back a bottle for Ryan. "Thanks," he said as I handed him the cold bottle.
I saw sweat glisten off of Ryan's chest and washboard abs. The temperature had noticeably gone up as he continued to work. "Hey," Ryan said "Is there something wrong with the AC?" "Not sure," I said, "Let me go check." I went over to the thermostat and made a couple of adjustments and then tapped it a few times before declaring that it must not be working. I told Ryan I'd go into the kitchen and call a repair guy to fix it. I came back and told him that it would be a while since the guy was backed up in his appointments.
"Damn, it is getting hot in here," I said while taking off my top. "Hope you don't mind," I asked coyly. "Not at all," Ryan said without seeming to really care one way or the other. I just sat there in a pair of pink shorts and a black lace-trimmed bra as Ryan finished up the last wall.
I found myself licking my lips while starring at his firm, muscular bubble butt as he painted. I decided to just go for it and take off my shorts too. I was laying back on the couch in my black bra and panties just watching Ryan diligently do his work. "You know, you can get more comfortable too," I said as Ryan turned around to see that I was just clad in my bra and panties. "I'm actually done in here," he said. "I just have to do the family room and tomorrow I'll do the entertainment room in the basement." "Aren't you productive?" "Yep," he said while gathering up his painting supplies to head into the family room.
The living room was still covered with a bunch of drop cloths to protect the carpeting. I noticed that the ladder was open with a roller and some paint still on it. While Ryan went into the family room to move the furniture out of the way, I got an idea. I wasn't sure it would work, but I decided to go for it. When Ryan came back into the room, I had the roller brush with the yellow paint on it in my hand. "I was just trying to help," I said.
"Nah, I'll get it," he said, "Thanks though." When Ryan turned around to grab the ladder, I made my move and ran the paint roller over his ass.
Part of the paint got onto his lower back and the waistband of his briefs. "What the fuck," Ryan said as he quickly turned around. "Just thought you needed a touch up," I said. A smile came over his face as he grabbed the roller and slid it over my tits, covering my bra and stomach in yellow paint.
After putting the roller back, Ryan attempted to get back to work. I grabbed a paintbrush from the bucket and tapped him on the shoulder and quickly ran the paintbrush with a dab of yellow paint on it right over the front of his jeans. "I think you need to get out of those jeans," I said, reaching around to unhook my bra. "Nah, I should finish up," he said, making one more attempt to get back to work.
"What are you afraid of," I asked. That was enough to get Ryan to stop. He turned around and unbuckled his belt, before he could unzip his jeans, I got down on my knees and grabbed his fingers and yanked his jeans down to his ankles. I glanced up at the slowly inflating bulge between his legs as I glanced over and saw an open can of white paint that was being used for the trim.
Ryan just stood still as I ran my fingers up and down his thighs. When he glanced away, I reached over and took a glob of paint in my hand and ran it over his eight-pack abs with my fingers.
I kept going, easing my fingers over the bulge in his briefs and over his thighs. Ryan spread his legs wider as I put my fingers in the sides of his briefs and pulled them down as his now fully erect cock smacked against my face. "God damn you fuckin horny bitch," Ryan said as I wrapped my lips around his swollen head and pressed my tongue over his piss slit.
There was a little bit of paint on his dick, which I licked off. The taste wasn't so bad since it was mixed with some pre-cum oozing out of his head. It wasn't long before we were both naked and splashing each other with paint. Ryan was poised on top of me as I spread my legs wide to accommodate his 11-plus inch monster. I reached down and guided the head of his enormous cock right up against my pussy lips.
Ryan wasn't thinking about rubbers now, he just wanted to fuck. I looked right into Ryan's deep blue eyes as he eased his cock inside of my drenched pussy. He immediately started thrusting as deep as he could get. There was something animal-like about it. It was raw, hot sex in its most basic form.
"Holy shit," Ryan shouted as nailed me as hard as he could. Sweat mixed with the paint that covered our bodies as we rolled around the floor alternating from him being on top to me on top and riding his cock. Finally, Ryan held me on the floor while he positioned himself on top of me and just kept pumping in and out. "Oh God," I screamed as Ryan went balls deep over and over until I was having one orgasm after another. I couldn't believe how hard Ryan was and how much stamina he had.
He definitely had the sexual prowess of a teenage boy mixed with the body of a man. Every muscle in his body tensed as he kept up a steady pace. In the heat of the moment, Ryan kicked over the can of white paint.
We just rolled in it and playfully used our fingers to spread the paint over every inch of our bodies. I explored Ryan from head to toe by feeling every muscle and tracing all of his parts with fingers dipped in white paint.
He did the same with me. When he reached my pussy, he paused for a second and eased his fingers inside and pinched my clit until I squirted on his fingers. He just fixed his gaze on me and licked my pussy juices off his fingers and positioned himself back on top of me.
His cock was hard as steel as he slammed it into me with as much force as he could muster. The living room was a mess, but we didn't care. Ryan kept up his frantic pace until he slowed his thrusts in an effort to hold back. My nails dug into his back as he went balls deep one last time before finally erupting inside of me. I never felt such a force inside of my pussy as his hot cum splashed against my walls.
Ryan let out a series of obscenely loud grunts and moans as he continued to pump his cock inside of me as cum spewed out. We were both drenched with sweat and paint by the time Ryan eased his still-hard cock out of me.
He got up and helped me as we looked around the room. It was a mess, but it clearly wasn't a top priority right now as Ryan picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me upstairs to the shower to wash the paint off of our bodies. Even as the hot shower ran over our naked bodies, Ryan was still horny as fuck. He had a look of madness is his eyes as picked me up and bounded me up and down on his huge cock.
The paint was flowing down the drain as I rode Ryan's teenage cock. He let out another loud groan and came inside of me. My body shivered as another blast of his cum shot up inside of me.
After he eased me down, I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it all over Ryan's chest and abs. He didn't even flinch as I ran the bar of soap up and down his still-hard cock until I worked up a good lather. I then grabbed the shower head and sprayed his cock with a blast of water. He just put his hands behind his head and stayed rock hard as I sprayed the rest of his body with a powerful blast of water.
"I don't have any fuckin clothes," Ryan said as we got out of the shower. "Hang on," I said with a towel wrapped around me. I came back into the bathroom with a pair of sweatpants and a blue t-shirt, two items that I got Joe for Christmas that he never wore. "No underwear," he asked with a smile. "There's only so much I can do," I said, giving his 18-year-old ass a playful smack.
After slipping into a pair of white shorts and a matching v-neck top, I went back downstairs and surveyed the damage in the living room. It looked a lot worse than it really was.
Fortunately, the drop cloths protected the furniture and floor. "Wow, did we fuckin do all this," Ryan said, coming downstairs in the sweatpants and t-shirt I gave him. I took a quick glance and saw that he was obviously going commando. Even soft, he made a mouthwatering bulge. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand as we both worked to get the living room cleaned up.
Ryan then went to get to work in the family room. I kept my distance for a few hours and just read my book while he finished up in the family room. I decided to go in and see how he was doing.
"Relax for a minute," I said. "I should get going. I'm just gonna take this stuff out to my truck and then put your stuff back," he said while carrying the ladder through the kitchen and out the backdoor. While he was taking the ladder and some other supplies back to his truck, I poured us some iced tea.
I took it into the family room and waited for him to come back in. "Take a break to have some iced tea with me," I said, "I don't bite." "Alright," he said as he sat next to me on the couch and grabbed a glass of cold iced tea. "Any plans for tonight," I asked. "Not really," he said while taking a big sip.
"Not gonna fuck that girlfriend of yours?" "She's not home again until tomorrow." "Too bad," I said while looking at the sweat dripping down Ryan's chest and stomach. "I'm a big boy," he said, "I can handle it." "I know you're a big boy," I said with a naughty smile on my face.
"I should have known you'd seize the opportunity," he said. "That was fuckin hot," I said, referring to the fun with the paint and the other stuff we did. "You were a mother fuckin freak babe," he said, taking a big sip of iced tea. The heat was getting to Ryan as he spread his legs and polished off the rest of his iced tea. He put the glass down and peeled off the t-shirt. I was fascinated by a drop of sweat that ran down his chest and stomach and landed at the top of the waistband of the sweatpants.
"I guess I should get going," he said while starting to get up. "It's alright," I said, "You're just a boy. I totally get it." "What the fuck are you talking about," Ryan said while taking an ice cube from the pitcher I had on the coffee table and ran it down his chest. "I just mean that you claim to be so skilled and you're not even up for one more round," I said. "Want some more iced tea little boy," I said added while pouring him another glass. "That's it," Ryan said.
He slammed the glass down on the tray on the coffee table and stood up in front of me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch and picked me up and carried me into the kitchen and put me on top of the kitchen table. It was long before his throbbing cock was a very noticeable third leg in the sweatpants he had on.
"I'll show you who's a fuckin man," Ryan growled as pulled down my shorts and yanked my panties off and shoved his tongue inside of my wet pussy. He pushed me down on the kitchen table and quickly fiddled with my bra until it was soon tossed onto the floor along with my soaked panties. I ran my hands down Ryan's back and slipped my hands into his sweats and cupped his ass cheeks.
I let out a gasp as Ryan's cock pressed against me through the stretched fabric of the sweatpants. "Is that all you got boy," I said in an attempt to get him going. That was all the incentive Ryan needed. He hoped off the table and pulled the sweats off. His hard cock smacked against his equally hard abs.
He picked me up and carried me upstairs. My legs were wrapped around Ryan as he carried me into the bed where we first fucked. He threw me down on the bed and got on top of me and rammed his cock inside of me without warning. Both of our bodies were dripping with sweat as Ryan showed no mercy. He was pumping so hard that the bed was shaking. I was worried that the bed might collapse, but didn't give it much thought since I was filled up with nearly a foot of cock.
The only sound in the room was the sound of Ryan's shaved balls smacking against me. I managed to grab the top sheet and pull it over us as Ryan keep up a frantic pace. "Getting better boy," I managed to say as Ryan intensified his thrusts. He didn't even seem to care that he was fucking me without a rubber. He was totally into the moment. It was hot raw sex and I sure as hell wasn't complaining.
I wasn't even thinking about getting Ryan to knock me up. I just wanted to feel his huge cock deep inside of me. I was as much into the moment as he was. We connected in a way we hadn't the first time we fucked the day before. This time he was more intense than ever.
He was clearly determined to prove that he was all man. "Oh God," I said as I ran my fingers through Ryan's soaked hair. He just kept pumping like a machine. I eased my hands down his sweaty back and smacked his ass so that the sound of the smack echoed throughout the room. I had another orgasm all over Ryan's huge dick as he continued to drill me. Our eyes looked and for the first time I noticed that he had deep blue eyes. Just as our eyes locked, Ryan let out a loud moan and blasted his seed deep inside of my drenched pussy.
He eased his cock out of me even as cum still flowed from the head. He was still hard. "Get up on all fours bitch," Ryan demanded. He had such a force in his voice I hadn't heard before that made me do as he said. I let out a scream as Ryan shoved his huge cock into my pussy and fucked me doggy style. He worked himself back up to a frantic pace.
He started smacking my ass as he pumped in and out. Even after I had two more orgasms on his cock, he kept pumping his tool in and out. Just when I thought that he was ready to cum, he pulled his cock out and grabbed me and pushed me onto my back.
"Suck it," Ryan demanded as he pressed his swollen mushroom head against my lips. I looked up into his eyes and licked a few drops off of his piss slit before wrapping my lips around his head. Ryan had this look of total satisfaction mixed with a kind of mad determination on his face as he eased more of his cock down my throat. I couldn't believe how fuckin thick this stud was as I struggled to take more of him.
In a few minutes, I felt his heavy balls smacking against my chin. He started fucking my mouth with his cock. It wasn't long before he let out a loud moan and blasted his load down my throat. He pulled it out while he was still in the middle of cumming and rubbed the rest of his jizz all over my face and lips. Ryan laid down on the bed next to me. The sheets were drenched with the sweat from our bodies. Without thinking, I ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.
"You were pretty damn good," I said. "I'm not done," Ryan said with a sheepish grin as he positioned himself back on top of me. I was surprised that he managed to get hard again, but it was obvious that he was fully erect again as I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips.
I found myself starring into his deep blue eyes as he slowly eased his huge cock back inside of me. This time, Ryan went slower. His strokes were more deliberate and intense. I felt every inch of his shaft as he eased in and out. I pulled the top sheet back up over us. Ryan slowly build up the pace. I glanced up at the mirror above the bed and noticed that the sheet had inched its way back down to the point where it was only covering part of Ryan's sexy ass.
In all the commotion, I had forgotten about the mirror above the bed. I was getting turned on even more by watching Ryan fuck me and by glancing up at his perfectly shaped ass reflected in the mirror. "Damn," was all I could say before Ryan slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. He intensified the pace as I dug my nails into his back.
It didn't take much longer to send Ryan over the edge. I closed my eyes as I felt the rush of his hot semen flow inside of me. "I wanna watch you ride it" Ryan growled as he pulled out rolled over onto his back. I realized that since he had painted this room, he obviously already knew about the mirror above the bed. I glanced down at his cock, which was still semi-hard.
"You think you're up for it boy," I said. That was all the prompting he needed. Ryan reached down and stroked himself back to full hardness as I got on top of him and eased myself down on his massive cock. I involuntarily shivered as Ryan grabbed my hips and eased me down on his big mother fucker.
I looked him right in the eyes and started bouncing up and down on his cock. I loved the feel of his plump balls as I slammed myself up and down. I reached down and felt his muscular pecs and pinched his nipples as I bounced up and down at a steady pace. We were both covered in sweat as I picked up the pace and slammed down as hard as I could. Ryan reached up and squeezed my bouncing tits as I grinding my pussy down on his throbbing monster.
After a few more hard slams down on his cock, Ryan couldn't hold back anymore. With a loud groan, his cum blasted up inside of me. He had a look of total satisfaction mixed in with surprise on his face as I continued to slam down on his cock and milk it dry.
"Holy fuck," was all Ryan managed to say as I eased myself off of his dwindling cock. Even soft, Ryan had an impressive package. I observed this fact when he got out of bed to take a piss. It was almost 10pm and Ryan was ready to get a shower and go home. "I thought you didn't have anything planned for tonight," I asked as Ryan started to walk to the shower.
"I don't," he said. "Then stay the night. I'll make us breakfast in the morning and then you can go home. I'll add a little bonus onto your check." "Alright," Ryan said with a smile as he walked into the bathroom to get another shower.
I took another good look at his ass and took a moment to catch my breath. It was too hot to just lay there, so I joined Ryan in the shower. He didn't seem to mind when I go in and smacked his ass. He grabbed me and shoved his tongue down my throat. It wasn't long before his cock started to swell to its full size. Before we did anything, I took the soap and ran it over Ryan's shoulders and chest. He just starred at me with his deep blue eyes as I ran the soap over his pecks and over his eight-pack abs.
I stopped just short of easing down to his now-hard cock. "Do it," Ryan muttered as warm water poured over his young body. I ran the bar of soap over his huge shaft and marveled at the incredibly length and thickness of his meat. My eyes looked down at Ryan's massive cock as I eased the bar of soap between his shaved balls. I took a moment to grab his balls in my hand and I was fascinated by how heavy they were.
He let out a soft moan as I stuck my finger right between his nuts. I put the soap back in the soap dish and grabbed the shower spray nozzle. I looked right into Ryan's blue eyes and sprayed his muscular body with water. I watched as the soap slowly washed of of every inch of his hot body. It was unreal how turned on I was at this very moment. I watched with fascination as his cock stayed hard while I sprayed it with a big blast of water.
I loved how the water cascaded along his shaft and over his massive head, which was about the size of a lime. "My turn," Ryan said with a mischievous smile as he grabbed the spray nozzle out of my hand. "Turn around," he said calmly. I did as requested. I let out an "ooh" as I felt the spray of water hit my back. I closed my eyes as Ryan aimed the direction of the spray from my back down to my ass. I let out of a gasp as he playfully directed the force of the spray to my pussy lips.
I turned around and looked intently into his eyes as he sprayed the water from the nozzle slowly over my body. He paused to spray one tit and then the other. He then grabbed the bar of soap I had used on him and lathered my entire body from head to toe.
He took his time lathering me up; so much so that I was on the verge of having a massive orgasm just from the stimulation. Ryan then grabbed the shower spray nozzle and washed the soap off of my body.
He was determined to be the one in charged of the shower spray this time. I was surprised when he put the nozzle back and put his hands on my sides and pulled me towards him and gave me a long, deep kiss.
With his tongue buried down my throat, I felt the head of Ryan's still-hard cock pressing against me. While we were still kissing, I reached around and grabbed his perfect ass. At first, I didn't realize that I was massaging his ass cheeks in my hands while we were kissing.
After he eased his tongue out of my mouth, Ryan looked me right in the eye and reached down to position his hard cock right against my pussy lips. He kept looking into my eyes as he eased his huge cock inside of me again. He shoved his tongue back into my mouth and kissed me hard and deep as he started pumping in and out. We had been in the shower so long that the water was starting to get cold, but neither one of us cared.
Ryan picked me up with cock still inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to pump with more force. The now-cold water rushed over our bodies as Ryan kept fucking me. I dug my nails into his lower back while his hips continued to buck. He shoved his tongue back down my throat just before he came inside of me. My whole body shivered as Ryan's cum spewed inside of me.
I could literally feel the first few splashes against my pussy walls. Even after we both came, Ryan left his cock inside of me until his massive erection started to subside. He then eased me down and turned off the cold shower water. We were soon lying in bed together, both of us still naked. "Hey, I really should go," he said. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized that it was already past ten. "Didn't you say you didn't have anything planned for tonight," I asked.
"Yeah, but." "Stay," I said, interrupting him. "Your husband." "won't be home until Tuesday," I said, "This way you can finish the entertainment room tomorrow and I can even make you some breakfast in the morning." "Yeah, alright," Ryan said, getting back under the top sheet with me and texting his roommate to let him know that he wouldn't be home that night.
The air conditioning was working again. Actually, I turned it back on again. I had turned it off before in an attempt to get Ryan out of his clothes. While he was doing the family room, I put it back on and pretended that it just suddenly started working. I was reminded of the AC now since it was kind of chilly with us naked under the sheet.
I ran my fingers over Ryan's erect nipples and further saw evidence that the AC was working. "Tell me about yourself," I said, circling my fingers around his erect nipples. "I'm a college freshman.
I work out. I play sports and." "What kind of sports," I said, "Let me guess, football?" "Yep," he said, "and baseball and wrestling." "And I assume you workout a lot," I said, running my fingers over his washboard abs as my hands slipped under the sheet. "Since I was like 14," he said, "I got tired of being the skinny kid." "You poor thing," I said as my fingers wandered back up to his chest. "You've definitely put a lot of hard work into your body," I said, fixated on his deep blue eyes.
"Thanks, babe," he said, "You look amazing too." "For a woman my age," I added. "I didn't say that," he said with a smile as he ran his fingers over the sides of my breasts.
We actually talked about a bunch of stuff, including the fact that Ryan hoped to start his own business eventually. I told him that Joe acquires businesses and provides funding and stuff like that. I wasn't sure I'd be able to mention him to my husband though, especially given the fact that we've been fucking all weekend. We continued to run our fingers over each others bodies as we talked and laughed. I didn't even realize that it was almost 2 a.m. After we both nodded off to sleep for a while, Ryan got up to take a piss.
I glanced up to see him coming back towards the bed. Even the outline of his body in the dark turned me on. The room was completely dark, except for a small beam of light from the moon that came in through the one window with a blind that was still slightly up.
I ran my hands up and down Ryan's back after he crawled back into bed with me. "Hey, stud," I said, as he positioned himself on top of me. I ran my fingers down Ryan's chest and rock hard abs. I looked right into his deep blue eyes as my fingers brushed over his still-soft cock. I marveled at how much meat he had, even when it was soft. Ryan let out a soft gasp as I massaged his plump balls, which felt like a pair of tennis balls, in my hands.
He was about to say something when I said "Shh, just enjoy it." I continued to massage his balls as we faced each other lying on our sides. I felt his cock slowly harden as I continued to stroked it until he reached his incredibly full size. This time, Ryan took it nice and easy. He slowly and deliberately slid in every inch of his massive cock. The only sound in the room was soft gasps and heavy breathing as every inch of Ryan's shaft slowly eased into me.
By the time he was almost all the way in, my hands had made their way down to his tight, round bubble butt. Once he was balls deep, Ryan started to slowly thrust his way in and out. There was a sudden clap of thunder and a flash of lightning as a summer thunderstorm kicked into high gear.
At the first sound of thunder, I grabbed Ryan's ass tightly which pulled him deeper inside of me. As the storm continued, my hands moved up to his back as he continued to slowly ease his throbbing cock in and out at a steady pace without missing a beat.
Since he was going slow this time, I had a chance to really feel every inch of this 18-year-old stud's massive tool.
Every inch of my pussy was stretched as he buried himself as deep as he could get with each thrust. We were so into what we were doing that we didn't even notice that the power went out after a loud clap of thunder.
The moonlight continued to shine through the window as Ryan continued his steady thrusting. He didn't even flinch as I dug my nails into his back as the storm raged on. It seemed to give him more focus as he continued to steadily slide his pulsating cock in and out.
I had an earth-shattering orgasm as another loud clap of thunder roared outside. I dug my nails into Ryan's back as lightning lit up the room while my juices splashed over his huge, young cock.
By the time Ryan finally came inside of me again, we were both drenched in sweat. It was the kind of night where neither one of us were tired. I was recovering from our latest round when I noticed that Ryan had crawled up on top of me so that his cock was touching my lips. With little prompting, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head. I licked my pussy juices and his cum off the mushroom head that I had my lips wrapped around. With no warning, Ryan pulled his head out of my mouth.
He then started jerking off with his cock positioned just above my face. He shifted some so that his balls were bouncing against my lips as he jerked off. "That's it babe," Ryan growled as I stuck my tongue up to lick his balls as he jacked off. Ryan eased himself down some and pointed the head of his massive cock at my tits. He intensified his strokes as his breathing became heavier.
With a loud grunt, he shot a few streams of hot cum all over my tits. Before he could blast off another rope, he clenched his cock head in his hand and positioned it towards my lips and let it go. A thick, creamy blast of cums landed on my lips. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and licked it up. This was the first time I really paid attention to the taste of his young cum. It tasted slightly salty, but oddly it had a taste that I liked.
Ryan was kind of soft-spoken and shy, except for when he was horny. After lying together and nodding off to sleep now and then, Ryan got up to go downstairs to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. I woke up and saw he was gone. I thought maybe he had enough and left, but then I saw his naked body bathed in the moonlight as he stood there sipping water. I took a minute to really look at his body. I started with his face and let my eyes wander over his chest and abs and down to the soft cock between his legs.
"Hey," he said while getting back into bed with me. "I didn't mean to wake you up," he said. "It's okay," I said, running my fingers over his chest and eight-pack abs. "So, what's your major," I asked. "Business," he said. "Wow, a great body and a mind," I said while running my hands over Ryan's stomach as he let out a laugh. "You're ticklish, huh," I said while tickling his stomach again.
"No fair," he said. "What are you doing," I asked as I felt Ryan running his fingers down my body. "Just trying to find your spot," he said.
Right before he was about to give up, he tickled the bottom of my right foot and I let out a laugh. I then tickled his stomach back in return. It wasn't long before we were both turned on again and ready for action. I lost count of how many rounds we had already gone through. "I wish you luck with your major," I said as my hands smacked his sexy ass. "Thanks babe," Ryan said as he buried his huge cock back inside of me.
This time, I kept my hands on his bubble butt the entire time he was fucking me. I once again found myself massaging his ass cheeks with my fingers as he pounded me with his manhood. I felt every inch of his thick shaft as he went balls deep. Neither one of us was in a particular hurry for this night to end. Ryan kept up a steady pace for what felt like an eternity. My body rocked with one orgasm after another as Ryan continued to drill his throbbing cock in and out of my womanhood.
He increased the pace, making sure that he went balls deep with each thrust. It wasn't long before we were both drenched with sweat again. I was playfully smacking Ryan's ass as he kept ramming me over and over.
I still found it hard to believe that I had nearly a dozen inches of hot cock inside of me. I could clearly feel how thick and massive it was. Even his balls felt heavy with cum. The storm was over and the moonlight shifted to the point where it was shining over Ryan's face. This allowed me to get a good look at his sexy blue eyes right before the moment when he was about ready to blow. With one final deep thrust, Ryan's body shuddered and he spewed a massive load of cum inside of me.
I soon fell asleep with Ryan's cock still inside of me. When I woke up around 7 the next morning, Ryan was already up. I looked up and saw him come back into the room carrying a tray with bacon and eggs and toast and a cup of coffee. Last night I left a pair of underwear that were unopened in their original package that I had bought for Joe on the dresser for Ryan. They were red thongs. I glanced up and was fixated on how well he filled those sexy underwear that my husband refused to even try on.
I have to admit that he looked sexy as hell. "What are you doing," I asked. "Breakfast in bed," he said while pulling down the legs on the tray as I propped myself up against the headboard. "You made all this," I asked. "Yep," he said with a smile, "Why? Did you think I was all cock and no skills?" "Of course not," I said while taking a sip of coffee.
"Come have some with me," I said. "I'm good." "Come on," I said. Finally, he gave in and got in bed with me as we shared the breakfast he made. After taking the tray away after we finished, Ryan crawled back into bed with me. "Thanks for breakfast," I said as Ryan positioned himself back on top of me.
"You're more than welcome babe," he said while propping himself with his muscular arms. "I wanna look at you," I said, as my mind wandered to the initial sight of him in that bright red thong. "Oh, yeah," he said while getting out of bed. Ryan started flexing his muscles and did that thing that guys do where he made his pecs "dance" as he flexed.
My eyes wandered over his young eighteen year old body. He had a playful look in his eyes as he stood in front of me while I covered myself partially with the white top sheet. He turned around and flexed his ass cheeks, which were clearly exposed since the back of the thong was hidden within his crack.
His round bubble butt made the thong briefs look absolutely perfect on him. "Like what you see," he asked, giving his ass cheek a loud smack. "Yes I do," I said with my eyes focused on the bulge his soft cock made while it was stuffed inside of that thong. I was starting to get wet just watching him put on his Magic Mike-style performance.
It was too much for me when he turned around and flexed his ass cheeks for me. "That's it," I said, "get your fuckin ass in this bed." He crawled under the top sheet and I got on top of him and shoved my tongue down his throat. Then, I slowly licked my way down his chest and stomach. By the time I reached his thongs, his manhood was stirring. Ryan pulled the sheet out of the way as I licked his cock through his thongs. I watched as his cock continued to expand and stretch the fabric to its limits.
His cock was so hard that his balls were barely contained. His shaft pushed the material forward so that I could easily reach my hand inside and stroke his hard shaft up and down with my fingers. I put my fingers inside of the thin waistband and slowly eased the thongs off.
I had a hard time even getting them off since his huge head was pressed against the fabric. A glob of cum oozed out of his head as I slowly slid the sexy undies past his throbbing 11-plus-inch cock. Ryan inched his ass up to allow me to pull the briefs all the way off. I tossed them on the floor and eased myself down on his huge erection. "Oh fuck," I said while bouncing up and down on his cock. Before I could finish him off, Ryan grabbed onto my hips and flipped me over.
I glanced up and starred at his amazing ass reflected in the mirror above the bed as he rammed his cock deep inside of me. This time, he was horny as hell and in no mood to take it easy. He was pumping so hard that the headboard was banging against the wall. I had never had this much sex in such as short period of time.
Joe was good, but the most he went was three times, and he had to be really horny to accomplish that milestone. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of Ryan's huge cock deep inside of me. Judging by the contorted look on his face, Ryan wanted to make it really last this time. I felt his entire body tighten as he struggled to make it last. I lost track of how many times he had already sent me over the edge. "Take that cock bitch," Ryan shouted as he rammed his meat inside of me with as much force as he could muster.
I dug my nails into Ryan's shoulders as he finally erupted inside of me. He was like a man possessed as he continued to ram his cock in and out until he shot every drop of his load. After he was done, Ryan got up went to get a quick shower. I took one last look at his stunning 18-year-old ass before getting dressed myself.
I left him some new sweatpants and a white t-shirt from the pile of clothes that Joe never bothered to even wear. His idea of casual was a pair of khaki pants. Ryan still had to do the entertainment room. I decided to stay out of the way though and let him finish up. We had managed to cleanup the living room after the "fun" we had in there and I didn't want to be tempted anymore.
I figured that more than enough of Ryan's seed was inside of me to do the trick. I had no idea of he managed to knock me up, but I felt good about the odds. Ryan slipped on the sweats and t-shirt I left out for him. He was going to wear the clothes he had on the day before, but they were still messy from the paint so I just put them in a plastic bag for Ryan to take with him.
After about an hour or so, I decided to go downstairs and see how Ryan was coming along in the entertainment room. He was just finishing up the last wall when I walked in. I just stood there for a minute and starred at his ass in those sweatpants.
He was clearly going commando. I had observed enough guys in my lifetime to notice when a guy was letting it all hang loose. "Hey, what's up," Ryan asked as he noticed me standing there. "Oh, just seeing how you're coming," I said. "Along," I added. "Almost done," he said with a laugh, my eyes finally breaking away from his gorgeous ass.
"Got more jobs lined up," I asked. "Yeah. One tomorrow and another this weekend." "Don't you get any down time?" "Yeah, I guess," he said, slipping back into his shy mode. "Gonna workout?" "I'm gonna hit the gym after I'm done here," he said, turning around to look at me for a sec before finishing up his work on the wall over where the plasma TV hangs. "I bet this thing looks great on," he said as he finished up.
"Check it out for a minute," I said, sitting on the couch. "I gotta get take this stuff out to the truck," he said, bending down to pick up the paint can and bucket of supplies. "Come on," I said, "Sit down for a sec and check it out. I won't bite." "Alright," he said, putting his stuff down and coming over to sit on the couch next to me. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels before he found one of the Fast and Furious movies on one of the movie channels.
For a minute, he reminded me of a teenager the way he got so excited playing with the remote and checking out the features on the TV. As he sat back and spread his legs, I glanced down at the bulge his soft cock made between his legs in the sweatpants he had on and realized that one part of him was definitely all man. Ryan was totally relaxed and into the movie as I slowly started to run my finger down the t-shirt he had on. He didn't even notice when my hand rested on his muscular thigh.
He put his hands behind his head and spread his legs wider while still starring at the TV. I wasn't sure if he was doing this on purpose or not, but I continued with my efforts to get one last taste of that young cock. I intensified my efforts by rubbing Ryan's cock through the sweats. Since he was going commando, it was easy to get a really good grip on it. Ryan just smiled as he continued to watch the movie.
"You wore me out babe," Ryan said, in an apparent reference to the trouble I was having getting him hard again. It was only a temporary problem as I watched Ryan's dick slowly inflate as I continued to massage it through the fabric. Even after all the encounters I had already had with his young manhood, I was still impressed at how enormous it was when it was fully erect. I grabbed the shaft and let it rest on Ryan's thigh as I continued to play with his balls.
"Fuck," Ryan said, finally breaking his concentration. Ryan spread his legs wider as I grabbed at the waistband and yanked the sweats down. His cock smacked against his abs. I positioned myself between his legs and concentrated my efforts on sucking that big mushroom head of his. It was swollen to about the size of a lime as I flicked my tongue right over the piss slit.
Ryan kept starring at the TV as I kept sucking on just the head. I grabbed onto his thighs for support as I started to slowly take more of his cock down my throat. I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of his cock so that I could feel the throbbing vein in his shaft. I took about half of Ryan's cock down my throat.
I flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft was I wrapped my fingers around the bottom half of his shaft and worked my hand up and down so that my hand was smacking against his balls.
I still marveled at the sheer size and heft of his teenage cock as I slowly inched more of his cock down my throat. I was determined to work my way down to the base of his massive tool. "Damn," Ryan said, glancing down to see that I was almost down to just his balls.
I was grabbing onto his thighs with more force now as I continued to inch my way down Ryan's huge cock. I had about 8 of the 11-plus inches he had down my throat. "Holy shit babe," Ryan said as he stood up and grabbed the back of my head with one hand. Immediately, my hands grabbed onto this young stud's ass cheeks.
I massaged them with my hands as I continued to take more of Ryan's throbbing cock down my throat. He was so fuckin thick, but I wasn't about to stop now. I managed to get about 9-10 inches down my throat. I was just about an inch or so from his shaved balls. My nails dug into Ryan's ass cheeks as I shifted my position some so that I could take the last few inches of his cock.
Ryan looked down and saw only his swollen balls pressed smack against my lips. The sight of every inch of his shaft impaled down my throat turned him on even more as I felt his cock expand even more. I kept a tight grip around his cock as I pressed my lips to Ryan's nuts. The smell of cum was everywhere. I knew it was a matter of seconds before I got a creamy surprise. I started loudly smacking Ryan's ass cheeks while his cock remained buried down my throat.
He managed to grab the remote and turn off the plasma TV as I keep my mouth tight around his cock. I bobbed my head slightly up and down Ryan's throbbing shaft.
I never felt him so hard before as i kneaded his muscular ass cheeks with my fingers. I wondered how much more he could take as I keep my mouth wrapped around the base of his shaft I was honestly amazed at how long he was able to hold back with my lips wrapped around nearly a dozen inches of his massive manhood. I felt Ryan's entire body tighten and I knew it was just a matter of seconds before he finally gave in and unloaded. I could literally feel the blood rushing to Ryan's cock as it remained firmly down my throat.
I gave his ass a few more loud smacks. At this point, Ryan was dripping with sweat as I continued to keep his ridiculously thick shaft down my throat. I couldn't believe how much willpower this 18-year-old boy had. I pressed my lips up against his balls and continued to savor the flavor of his young tool. Ryan closed his eyes as a shudder went through his body and he finally let go with a loud moan.
A gush of white, creamy, gooey cum blasted down my throat. I dug my nails into Ryan's sexy ass and kept his cock down my throat and swallowed as much cum as I could. The excess cum oozed out of my mouth and flowed down my chin. I slowly eased Ryan's still-hard cock out of my mouth. Cum was still oozing down his shaft as I eased my mouth back up to the head. I grabbed his pulsating cock and licked the head of it like it was a lollipop.
I reached out with both hands and massaged his balls as a little bit more jizz flowed out of his head. I pressed my tongue hard over his piss slit as I licked up the last few drops that oozed out of his young cock.
"Mother fucker," Ryan said as he looked down at his semi-hard cock. "I can't believe you fuckin did that," he said, struggling to catch his breath. Without a word, I wrapped my fingers around Ryan's shaft and started stroking him again until he slowly got it back up again.
At this point, Ryan was about as horny as I'd ever seen him. He kicked off the sweats that were around his ankles and peeled off his t-shirt. He picked me up and carried me over to the pool table and put me down on my back.
He quickly crawled on top of the table with me and got on top of me with his arms propping him up. He looked right down at me and eased his rigid cock inside of my drenched pussy. He showed no mercy and started fucking me with his full force.
The pool table was shaking so hard that the balls that were neatly in a triangle shape started rolling all over the place. This didn't deter Ryan as he continued to plunge in and out with amazing force. Sweat was pouring down Ryan's 18-year-old body as my hands grabbed onto his bucking ass. He continued to ram every inch of his cock inside of me until he finally erupted inside of me.
He had this look of total pleasure on his face as his seed flowed inside of me. After shoving his tongue down my throat for a passionate kiss, Ryan eased his cock out of me and hoped off the pool table.
I took a few minutes to catch my breath as Ryan got back into the sweats and t-shirt that Joe never wore. I managed to get up off the pool table and find my scattered clothes. I glanced down and saw a big drop of cum that made a wet spot on the front of his sweats. I reached down and playfully squeezed the head of his cock through the material and made another drop ooze out.
"You're fuckin amazing," Ryan said with a big grin as he grabbed his painting supplies and started taking stuff out to his truck. When he was done getting everything into his truck, I handed him a check with an extra hundred dollars tacked onto it. He just starred at the check for a second. "You didn't have to do that," he said, clearly noticing the bonus. "You earned it," I said, playfully smacking his ass.
"What about the sweats and tee," he asked. "Keep them," I said, handing him the bag with the clothes he originally wore when he first came over Sunday morning.
"It's not like Joe will even notice," I said. "Thanks," he said, as I starred one last time into his deep blue eyes. I took one last look at his ass as I watched him walk to his truck from the back door. I stayed there until he drove off. He stuck his hand out of the window and waved to me as he drove off. I figured that I would never see Ryan again.
Nine months later, Joe and I welcomed a beautiful baby boy into our lives. He had the most amazing deep blue eyes. A year later, Joe and I decided to remodel our home and make more space for our little boy.
He was only three months old, but he would be needing his own room soon. I had also wanted to spruce up the bathroom and expand the kitchen. We looked around for a contractor and found a local company that offered reasonable rates and came highly recommended. Since R.J., our son, was born, Joe had made an effort to be home more often. This weekend, though, he had to go out of town. I didn't really complain since he had been home almost non-stop for about a month or so, which was a new record.
Joe left on Friday and I got up early Saturday morning to meet the construction crew downstairs. They knocked on the door a little after eight. I opened the door and there were two middle aged men standing there.
"There was no chance I'd be tempted by them," I thought to myself. They said they were ready to get to work. I had taken R.J. over to my sister's house last night since I didn't want him to deal with all the noise. I went to make some coffee and turned around and saw a young man carrying a ladder into the kitchen.
He was facing the other way, but I found my eyes starring at his gorgeous ass. I took another sip of coffee and snapped back to my senses. I was about to head upstairs and get some stuff out of my bedroom that I wanted to keep private when I heard a familiar voice. "Nice to see you again," the young man said as he looked up at me on the stairs. "Ryan?" "How's it going." he asked. "Good," I said, still shocked that it was him. "Don't you work for the student painters, or whatever," I asked.
"Yeah, I still do that and I do this too. I have a connection." "And what is that," I asked. Just then a guy came in carrying drop cloths and answered my question when he bellowed "Don't just stand there. We have work to do, son." "Your dad works for the company too, I see." "Owns it," Ryan said with a smile as he went back out to the truck to get some more supplies.
I already had the baby I wanted, so there was no need to try and get Ryan back in bed. I was determined to keep it purely professional this time. Besides, it wasn't like me and Ryan would have all that much time to be alone. His dad and the rest of the crew would be there and I had to run back and forth between home and my sister's house to check on R.J., so I would be busy too.
Seemed like a perfect way to avoid being tempted by a hot young college boy. For the next few weeks, I made every effort to avoid Ryan. I said hi from a distance or when he was surrounded by his dad and other workers.
Joe came home, but ended up moving us into a hotel to get away from the chaos of the renovations. It wasn't until almost three weeks since the work began that everything was finally done. Joe had to go out of town to hammer out the details of a big merger his company was involved with.
R.J. and I moved back into our home. The only thing left to do was replace the old lights in the bathroom. I wanted a specific light and it was on back-order.
I got a call from Ryan's dad that morning that it was in and he'd be over to put it in. "Great," I thought to myself, "I avoided temptation." It was a little after noon when there was a knock on the door. I had just finished feeding R.J. and he was down for his nap, so at least it was a good time for Ryan's dad to install the light. I made my way downstairs to the backdoor. "Ryan," I said with a surprised look on my face. "I thought your dad was coming over?" "He had another job to get started so he sent me over," Ryan said, standing there in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black baseball cap on.
"Well, okay," I said, trying to conceal my surprise. "That a problem?" "No, not at all." "Good," Ryan said with a smile as he went upstairs with the light fixture he held in his hand. I followed behind and found myself glancing at his ass as he headed upstairs. His jeans weren't as baggy as the ones he usually wore.
I have to admit that he did look sexy as hell with a big leather tool belt around his waist, which he managed to support very well.
"How's the little guy," he asked while getting to work in the upstairs bathroom in my room. "R.J.'s a fine," I said, "he's sleeping." "R.J.
stands for what, Robert James," he asked. "Ryan James," I said, correcting him. "Named after me," he asked playfully, having no idea how true his words were.
"It's a good name," I said, trying to brush it off. "I agree," he said with a smile. "Been working out," I asked in an attempt to change the subject. "Yeah, pretty seriously, actually." "It shows," I said, taking a good look at his body, which was clearly more muscular and defined than it was a year ago.
"Thanks," he said, continuing with his effort to install the new light fixture. "Still fucking that girlfriend of yours," I asked.
"We're not together anymore." "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Yeah, thanks." "Couldn't take all that cock, huh," I asked playfully. "Something like that," he said with a sheepish grin. "I guess it's been awhile for you then," I asked. "What makes you say that," he asked, focusing on his work. "I see, so you've been busy then," I said. "Let's just say I get things taken care of," he said.
"Well, good for you," I said while listening to the baby monitor to see if R.J. was still napping. "It has been a little while though," he finally admitted.
"No shame in admitting that," I said. "Didn't say there was," he responded. "All done," he said, as he stepped back so I could look at the lighting fixture. "Very nice," I said, as my eyes took another glance at his ass.
"Thanks," he said, "Glad you like what you see." Apparently, he noticed where my eyes were wandering. He cleaned up the bathroom and turned off the light. He was getting ready to leave when I put my hand on his muscular shoulder. "What," he asked. "Nothing," I said, looking straight into his deep blue eyes.
He grabbed me and pulled me close. Even with his tool belt on, I felt his obvious erection. I took off his hat and ran my fingers through his hair and slowly pulled off his t-shirt. "Holy shit," I said as I got a good look at his upper body. "Liking the view," he said with a big smile as he reached down to take off his tool belt. "Yeah, it's alright," I said, reaching down to undo the button on his jeans. I felt his throbbing cock as I eased down the zipper on his jeans.
As his jeans fell I ran my fingers over his chest and solid eight-pack abs down to the waistband of his 2Xist briefs. Neither one of us said a word at this point. We were soon out of our clothes and on the bed. Ryan was positioned above me. He looked down at me and I just nodded as he eased his huge 11-plus inch cock inside of me. I dug my nails into his back and let out a gasp as he plunged inside of me. I couldn't believe how fucking thick he was.
My entire body shivered with one orgasm after another as Ryan continued to pump away. He starred down at me with his stunning blue eyes and slid his tongue inside of my mouth as he continued to thrust his cock in as far as he could go.
The only sound in the room was the sound of Ryan's balls smacking against me as he picked up the pace and rammed in and out with enough force to make the bed shake. I was moaning and screaming now stop as Ryan continued to pump like a man possessed. Every inch of my body was in ecstasy as the hot 19-year-old stud showed no signs of being out of energy yet.
We were both drenched with sweat as my hands eased down to Ryan's bucking ass cheeks. I closed my eyes as yet another orgasm rocked my body sending my juices flowing all over the young stud's engorged cock. He didn't even flinch as he continued to thrust in and out rapidly.
His cock was throbbing as he continued to ram it in with no signs that he was even close to achieving his release. I was surprised at his incredible endurance. I kept my hands glued to Ryan's perfectly round, muscular ass as he continued to drive it home. I looked right into his deep blue eyes and finally caught a look on his face that said that he was fighting the urge to blow his load.
His face became more clearly contorted as he continued to thrust away. After a few more deep thrusts, Ryan let out a load moan.
"I'm cumming," he shouted at the top of his lungs as his young seed shot out with the force of a fire hose at full force. The sheer force of his cum caused me to have yet another orgasm as Ryan continued to pump his cascading cock in and out. After leaving his cock inside of me for a minute, he slowed eased it out and laid down next to me. "I have something to tell you," I said, running my fingers over his chest as he took a moment to catch his breath.
"What," he said, turned on his side to face me. "Remember that weekend about a year ago," I asked. "How could I fuckin forget babe," he said with a smile. "Yeah, well." "What is it," he said, interrupting me as he brushed his fingers over the side of my naked body. "I wasn't on the pill," I said. "Well, no harm done I guess," he said.
"You're not making this easy," I added. I looked directly into Ryan's amazing blue eyes with tears in my eyes. He reached over and wiped the tears away from my eyes. "R.J. is my son isn't he," he asked. "Yes," I said as more tears flowed. Instead of breaking into a fit of anger, Ryan pulled me close and held me. I thought for sure he'd get up and run out of there as fast as he could, but he remained next to me. Neither one of us said a word as Ryan rubbed my arm and wiped the tears from my eyes again.
"Does your husband know," he asked. "No, and I don't want him too," I said. "Yeah, I wouldn't think you would." "I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to use you like that.
It was wrong and I'm sorry." "Yeah, me too," he said as he got up and slipped back into his clothes. I hurried up and got dressed and followed Ryan downstairs. He was about to walk out the back door without saying a word when I grabbed his arm. "Meet me in the park around one tomorrow afternoon," I said. "I don't think so," he said as he started to leave.
"I'll bring R.J. and you can spend a little time with him if you want," I said as he started to walk towards his truck. "Yeah, I'll see," he said, getting into his truck and leaving.
Clearly, Ryan was upset. He had every right to be. I'm not sure why I told him though. There was just something about him. It wasn't just a casual fuck anymore. I actually had some feelings for him. I went to check on R.J. Joe came home later that day.
The next day, I went to the park around one o'clock like I said I would. Joe was at work, but I did tell him I was going to take the baby to the park. I looked around and didn't see Ryan. I couldn't really blame him. I just sat down and let R.J. take in the sights. My mind was wandering as I starred off into the distant sky.
"Hey," Ryan said, tapping me on the shoulder and snapping me out of my daze. "Glad you could make it," I said. "Yeah, well I had some time," he said. At first, our conversations were very one note. Yet Ryan continued to stop by the park every afternoon, except on weekends since Joe was often home then. Ryan slowly started to loosen up again and relax around me. He was really comfortable around R.J. Since he wasn't even six months old yet, there was plenty of time for me and Ryan to talk.
For the first time, I actually started to know him. He told me that his mom's friend used him for sex too and had a baby. She eventually moved away. He said he suspected that it was his, but she refused to say for sure when he asked her the day she moved away with her husband. He was just 16 years old at the time. I teased him about liking older women. We finally got back to the point where we could kid around with each other. Some days Ryan wore his typical jeans and t-shirt, but if he didn't have a painting job he wore shorts.
I have to admit that he looked pretty damn good in a pair of shorts. He started bringing a few stuffed animals and other little stuff for R.J. A few times a week, I told him to just come to the house since Joe usually worked during the day. He seemed to prefer coming to the park to hang out with R.J. though. "Hey, why did you tell me," Ryan asked while sitting next to me on the bench at he park, "I mean you were free and clear.
You didn't have to tell me shit." "I don't know," I said, "I guess because we had just had sex and I was looking over at you and there was just something about the moment.
You were so kind and gentle. I just felt that you deserved to know." "Thanks for telling me," he said, looking at me with his deep blue eyes. We kept up our routine for several months.
Ryan was getting pretty attached to R.J. He even found a few excuses to come and fix stuff at the house. One fall day, Ryan came over around two or so. He called to say he'd be a little late because he had class. Joe was out of town anyway, so it really didn't matter. Ryan came over and he hung out with R.J. in the living room. He was wearing khaki pants and a hoody with a messengers bag. I guess that was typical college gear. At least Ryan went to a local school, so we were able to keep up the regular visits.
I came in to give R.J. his lunch. Ryan helped me feed him. I went to clean him up when the phone rang. I had R.J. in my hands. Ryan held R.J. while I went to answer the phone. I came back with tears streaming down my face. "What's wrong," Ryan asked. "That was the coast guard. They said that Joe's plan went down off the coast of Florida.
They haven't found any bodies yet, but they don't think there are any survivors. Ryan took R.J. to his crib and came back and walked me over to the couch. He put his arms around me as I buried my face in his chest. A few months later, Joe was officially declared dead. I made arrangements for a funeral just before Thanksgiving.
I continued to let Ryan see R.J. I wasn't in any mood to flirt with him, but I felt that he deserved to still get time with his son. Ryan was more supportive than I thought he would he be. He came over to help me out with clearing the leaves out of the yard and other little things around the house. I spent Thanksgiving over my sister's house. When I came back, it was getting colder. It wasn't cold enough for snow yet though. Ryan came over to spend some time with R.J.
He also had some finals to study for. The afternoon wore into evening and I invited Ryan to stay for dinner. After dinner, Ryan came into the kitchen to help me with the dishes. "How are your classes coming along," I asked while handing him a dish to dry. "Good," he said, "I can't wait for the semester to be over though." "Still pursuing a degree in business?" "Wow, I'm surprised you remembered." "Some things about you stick," I said, trying to keep the conversation casual.
I let Ryan put R.J. to bed. He actually did a pretty good job with him. I was surprised how well they bonded. Ryan came back downstairs and was ready to leave. It was still raining outside and it was getting late, so I decided to go ahead and ask Ryan to stay the night.
Sure, the neighbors would probably talk, but that didn't bother me. These are the same neighbors who thought of me as both a gold digger and trophy wife when Joe married me and I moved into his house. He was a little hesitant at first, but it didn't really take all much convincing to get him to stay. "You live in the dorm," I asked after coming back downstairs from checking on R.J. "No, I have an apartment off campus with two other dudes," he said.
"Sounds crowded," I said. "Exactly," he said with a laugh. As the evening wore on, I found myself resting my head on Ryan's muscular chest. We were watching one of the "Final Destination" movies and talking in intervals.
I told him about when I first met Joe. I was pushing 30 and my younger sister was already married and I felt pressure to find a guy and get hitched. I met Joe at a party I catered. We went out for a few months before he surprised me with a proposal at this fancy French restaurant he took me to one evening.
He made a big deal out of it and everybody in the place was starring at me and I felt like I had no choice but to say yes. "It's not that I didn't grow to love Joe," I said as Ryan held me tight.
"I can't say that I've every really been in love," Ryan said, "I'm only 19 so I guess it'll happen eventually though." "So it's all about the random hookups," I said, tickling his chest through the beige t-shirt he had on. "Not so much anymore," he said, " I mean, I've had girlfriends, just nothing really too serious and always lots of fucking." "I see," I said, "Since you have a huge cock all those girls just want to see what it's like." "It's not the non-stop fuck party you think it is," Ryan said, getting serious.
"It's a curse then?" "Sometimes," he said, "Seriously." "I guess that makes sense," I said, resting my head back on his chest. "Not too many girls want to take the time to get to know me beyond what I have between my legs," he said, giving me a little kiss on the forehead. "I'm sorry I used you to get pregnant," I said, looking right into Ryan's blue eyes. "I kinda suspected and you didn't exactly play fair by telling me after we got done fucking," he said, still holding me.
The movie was over. I told Ryan that he might as well just come up in my room. He half-protested, but it didn't take much convincing to get him up into my bedroom. I got a quick shower as Ryan got down to his white 2Xist briefs. He behaved himself and stayed inside the bedroom while I showered and slipped into a black bra and panties. Just as I was leaving the bathroom, Ryan came in. I was surprised that he was still soft in his briefs, even though he did still have an impressive bulge.
"My turn," he said. "It's all yours." "Thanks much," he said, closing the door. I was shocked at how civil and polite we were being. I guess maybe he felt kinda weird about coming onto me since it had only been a few months since Joe's plane went down.
While part of me understood, another part of me was frustrated that he wasn't acting like he did the last time we had sex. I just gave him that whole speech about being sorry for using him, so how would it look if I made a move on him?
Besides, he went on about wanting someone who wanted more than what he had between his legs. I was actually getting to really know Ryan and R.J.was falling in love with him.
"Damn, why's he taking so long," I thought. I had time to think and if I kept going I might come to the realization that maybe I had feelings for Ryan beyond just his deep blue eyes and amazing ass. Before I could go on with this internal debate, Ryan came out of the bathroom in his white briefs. He was clearly freshly showered. He actually looked fuckin hot with his wet hair and the water from the shower glistening over his pecs and eight-pack. He had incredible self control tonight since his cock remained soft, even though his plump balls and the outline of his circumcised mushroom head were visible.
I took a deep breath and got comfortable under the covers.
"Mind if I go check on R.J.," he asked. "I already did while you were in the shower, but go ahead." "And you don't have to ask," I added as he left the room. A few minutes later, Ryan came back in the room and said that R.J. was fast asleep. He was going to grab a blanket and pillow and sleep on the floor. I told him he was being ridiculous and to just get into the bed.
After some initial hesitation, he got on top of the bedroom while I was under the covers. "That's not going to work," I said, glancing at his half-naked 19-year-old body. "Why not?" "I won't bite," I said, "Get your ass under the covers." "Yes, ma'am," he said with a smile as he eased himself under the covers next to me. "Was that so difficult?" "Nope, but other things might be a little harder," he said, showing a glimpse of the playful Ryan. I didn't say anything. I just turned away from him and pretended to get to sleep.
After about ten minutes, I turned over to face him. He was lying on his back. I tried to be still, but I rested my hand on his chest. He opened his eyes, but didn't say anything. "No fair." I said. "Talk about fair," he said, putting his hand on top of the one I had on his chest. Neither one of us said a word.
We just starred at each other. Ryan broke the tension when he kissed me the lips. It was a tame kiss at first. Then he kissed me again. This time he practically shoved his tongue down my throat. I slid my hands down his chest and stomach until I reached the waistband of his briefs.
Ryan reached around and unhooked my black bra as I eased my hand down over what was now his obvious erection. I crawled on top of him and kissed my way down his body. When I reached his briefs, Ryan lifted his ass so I could pull them off and toss them to the floor. Still under the covers, I wrapped my lips around his mushroom head and flicked my tongue over the piss slit. Ryan let out a gasp as I started to take more of him down my throat.
Before I could finish, Ryan had me on my back. He returned the favor and kissed his way down my body and used his teeth to pull my black panties off. He tossed them on the floor next to his briefs.
He soon positioned himself on top of me. He looked me right in the eyes with his head poised right against my pussy lips. I just nodded my head as Ryan took the signal and slowly eased his 11-plus-inch monster inside of me. He went slowly this time, allowing me to feel every single inch of this thick manhood. I wrapped my legs around him as he intensified his efforts.
I ran my fingers through Ryan's hair as he continued to work his huge member in and out. There was enough light from the moon and the outdoor security lights to allow me to get a good look at Ryan's face, especially his blue eyes. I just stayed fixated on his eyes as he continued to steadily drive his cock in and out. We continued to remain silent, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Ryan had worked himself up to a faster pace. I left my legs up towards Ryan's shoulders as he pumped with more force now.
I had already had a few orgasms as Ryan continued to thrust deep inside of me. I spread my legs wide and grabbed onto his tight ass as he continued to ram it in. The bed was shaking as every inch of Ryan's huge cock continued to drive in and out like a jackhammer. It wasn't long before Ryan couldn't hold back anymore. Without warning, he rammed stream after stream of gooey cum inside of me. Before Ryan could pull out, I pushed him on his back and got on top of him.
He grabbed my tits as I slammed down hard on his still-erect cock. I rested my hands on Ryan's pecs as I bounced up and down on his cock. Before he could cum, Ryan grabbed me rearranged it so that I was on my hands and knees and he was right behind me. I let out a gasp as he shoved his cock inside of my dripping wet pussy from behind. He rested his hands on my ass and starting playfully smacking my ass as he continued to impale me with his huge cock.
Ryan definitely had been working on his stamina. Even when he made me squirt, Ryan kept us his efforts until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a load grunt and a "Holy fuck" Ryan blasted a huge load of his potent cum into my pussy. He pulled it out when he was still shooting and jacked it off until some more cum came out and landed all over my back.
After taking a minute to catch his breath, Ryan was soon back on top of me. I dug my nails into his back as his cock rammed in and out at full force. We were drenched in sweat by time Ryan came one more time. Eventually, we both fell off to sleep together.
In the morning, I woke up and Ryan wasn't there.
I was about to go look for him when walked back into the room with a tray in his hand. He crawled back into be and placed the tray with some fresh scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and lightly buttered toast on it.
"I was going to get up and make you breakfast," I said, smiling as I starred at his muscular body. "That's what you get for sleeping in," he said as he got comfortable and ate his share of the breakfast. "Wait, what about." "I already fed R.J." Ryan said, interrupting me. "Aren't you efficient," I said, carefully moving the tray from the bed to the floor. "What did you do that for," Ryan asked, grabbing one more slice of bacon real quick before I moved the tray. I didn't say a word as I go on top of Ryan and ran my fingers over his chest and stomach.
I felt his cock start to stir as I pinched his nipples and pressed down harder on his muscles. This was all the incentive Ryan needed as he turned me on my back and positioned himself on top of me.
I reached down and pulled his cock out of his briefs and grabbed his head and put it up at the tip of my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders as Ryan's cock eased into me. I shoved my tongue down Ryan's throat as I glanced up at the mirror above the bed and starred at Ryan's amazing ass as he fucked me. He continued at a steady pace.
He seemed determined to make it last as he kept going hard and deep. R.J.'s crying broke Ryan's concentration. He thrust one more time before he eased out and stuffed his still-hard cock back into his briefs. Before he could get up, I told him I'd go this time.
After changing R.J., I came back and Ryan was fast asleep. I carefully got back into the bed and ran my fingers over Ryan's sleeping body. He slowly opened his eyes and kissed me. He crawled back on top of me and pulled his dick out of his briefs and shoved it back inside of my pussy.
This time he showed no mercy and just drilled me. I let out a scream as Ryan rammed his rock hard cock in and out until he blasted a huge load of cum inside of me. Before I could say anything, he shoved his tongue back down my throat as he kept thrusting until a few more ropes of cum flowed out of his young cock.
He suddenly broke the kiss and got up to grab a shower. I got up and slipped on my robe and went to check on R.J. I came back into the bedroom and Ryan was back in his jeans and t-shirt. I went over and gave him a kiss as he pulled me close and returned the kiss with a decent amount of tongue. "Morning," I said. "Morning," he said with a smile. I went to get a quick shower. After slipping into some jeans and a white sweater, I went to look for Ryan.
I found him in R.J.'s room. He was sitting on a rocker reading him a story. "I guess I should get going," he said. "Yeah, if you have to, sure," I said. "You can come back and spend some time with R.J.
later if you want," I said while standing by the front door. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said. He started to walk towards his truck, which he parked in front of the house. I was about to close the door when he stopped mid-way down the walkway and came back. He grabbed me and shoved his tongue down my throat and kissed me hard for about a good 30 seconds or so.
"What was that for,'" I asked, recovering from the amazing kiss. "Something for the neighbors to talk about," he said with a sheepish grin while walking to his truck.