The Education of Mrs. Connors

"Very nice," Kenny said. She removed her hand and slipped it back inside her dress.

She felt him climb onto the bed, her anticipation building every second. He reached forward and (finally!) unsnapped her bra. The pressure of her heavy breasts against the light mesh cups pulled the straps off of her shoulders and part of the way down her still-clothed arms.

Peggy felt him lean forward, his cock pressed flat against her ass. His hands squeezed her tits. His hands felt rougher than before, but then he'd never treated her this roughly before. She snuggled back against his flat stomach, feeling his cock move between her cheeks.

"Fuck me," she whimpered quietly.

He pulled back, his cock poised at the slippery entrance.

"Fuck me!" she said louder, without result. "FUCK ME!"

He granted her wish, his thick organ ignoring her petty defenses and penetrating to her very center.

"OHHHHH!" she groaned. He seemed bigger than before, but this was the first time she'd been taken from behind. Maybe it just felt different. His next thrust drove all of the conscious thoughts from her mind.

"FUUUUUCK!" she groveled hoarsely.

In the furthest reaches of Peggy's subconscious, it may have registered that her young lover was setting a much more even pace than he had two nights before. That he was slowly, deliciously withdrawing his fearsome spear, and then sliding it home. But her body wasn't using her mind. Or if it was, it was only as a receptacle for the delicious sensations transmitted from her pussy.

"NNNGGHHHHH!" Peggy cried gutturally. She had twisted her dress and was clenching the fabric tightly in her fists. She had surrendered totally to her feelings now, whimpering as the thick log alternately filled and vacated her tight vagina, squirming as her lover kneaded her two breasts like bread dough.

The first sign of climax, the first spasm, shot through her when her pussy was empty. She pushed back, knowing that when the tip of that cock hit her sensitive walls she would come.

But he seemed to know it, too. He held back, teasing the older woman with her own orgasm.

"FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" she sobbed.

And he did. And it was wonderful.

"YES!" Peggy cried, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!"

Her body shook as its most basic need was completely fulfilled. And when, after several more thrusts, the cock inside her began to pour out a river of sperm, she climaxed again.

Catching her breath, she looked down at her wrinkled, sweat-drenched dress. She smiled. The cleaning bill was a small price to pay.

He let go of her breasts, put his hands on her hips and pulled out of her. Meanwhile, she began pulling the dress back over her head. Suddenly she stopped short. There was a well-muscled leg on either side of her head. She looked up between them at a naked, erect cock being stroked by a strong hand. She continued looking up, her eyes widening as she took in the washboard stomach, hairless chest, and beautiful face of her young lover, Kenny.

"Kenny!" she exclaimed. "But --"

He looked at her with a smirk and reached forward, pulling her face within inches of his cock.

"I told you I'd seen bigger cocks than mine," he said. "I just thought you'd want a taste of one."

She continued to stare up into Kenny's face for a long minute, searching it for a sign of the boy she'd been with on Wednesday. She was aware now that he too had been drinking, but she was still unwilling to believe that her young friend had invited a guest. Behind her she heard someone getting dressed.

"Thanks, Ken," a deep voice said. "She's one hot little wench all right."

"See ya, Bud," Kenny said, before looking back down at Peggy. "Like you said, the back door's always open. How 'bout a nice blow job for me before I have to go home?"

"You son of a bitch!" Peggy exploded. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

She pushed herself back on her thighs, her dress falling around her once again.

"But I --" Kenny began, genuinely puzzled at her reaction.

"You what?" Peggy thought. "You thought that I was some sort of toy you could share with your little friends? You think I'm some sex-starved old lady that'll spread her legs for any action she can get? Why don't you just go home, you pathetic little boy."

Kenny had no answers. He silently dressed and hurried from the house, leaving Peggy sobbing quietly on the bed.

Peggy didn't fall asleep until 4 the next morning, after finishing nearly another bottle of wine. At times she was furious with Kenny, and once even picked up the phone to report a rape. She just as quickly put the phone down, a vivid image of the cross-examination filling her mind.

"And then you let him lift your dress up without protest, Mrs. Connors? And remove your stockings and pull your panties down? And then you pried your vaginal lips apart with your fingers, Ms. Connors? And then you asked him, no, begged him to fuck you?"

She became furious with herself, that she had ever allowed Kenny to reach her at such a deep emotional level. And finally she cried some more.

She awoke at noon to the ringing doorbell. She found she'd slept in the nude, and hurriedly threw on a robe.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Donna asked.

"No, I'm fine," Peggy said.

"Rough night, hon?" asked Donna.

"Kinda, yeah," Peggy shrugged it off. "What's up?"

"My new boyfriend, Frank, invited me to a week at his condo in the islands," Donna said, nodding over her shoulder at a man sitting in an expensive sports car. "Can you water my plants for me, and take in the mail and stuff? I didn't have any time to arrange it."

"Sure," Peggy said, accepting the key.

"They kind of need to be watered now," Donna admitted, "or tomorrow if you can. Thanks, hon."

Peggy wasn't surprised to find Kenny at her door later that afternoon. After all, the boy still had to earn some money. But she was surprised at the pain in his voice.

"Can we talk?" he asked plaintively.

"Maybe we'd better," Peggy answered dully. "Come on in."

By then, Peggy had thrown on an old sweat suit. They sat down in the kitchen, and Kenny took a deep breath.

"I wanted to say how sorry I am," Kenny said. "It was a really stupid thing to do."

"That's right," Peggy said, "it was. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," Kenny said. "I got drunk, and I started bragging about how I'd made love to the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

Peggy couldn't help blushing.

"And Bud kept saying I was bullshitting him," Kenny said, "so I decided to prove him wrong. He's a couple years older than me, and he's always been the most popular kid in town. I guess I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"So now the whole town knows we slept together?" Peggy asked nervously.

"Oh, no," Kenny said quickly. "I never told anybody your name. Bud was so drunk he doesn't even know where we were last night."

"It's too bad," Peggy sighed. "I thought we had something real nice."

"Please don't say it's over," Kenny pleaded. "Please. Give me another chance."

"I don't think it'll work," Peggy said. "I'm forty two years old, Kenny, and you're what? Eighteen?"

"But --" Kenny began.

"Kenny, don't," Peggy said abruptly. "Don't make this harder on both of us. You can work here this summer. But Wednesday night was a one-time thing. Okay?"

"I guess," Kenny said.

"Thanks, Kenny," Peggy said, unwilling to meet his eyes. Taking the cue, Kenny got up and left, just failing to see the tears trickling down Peggy's face.

The telephone startled Peggy. She didn't really want to talk to anyone, though, and decided to let the answering machine pick it up.

"Hi, this is Peter," her husband said. "I just wanted to call and say hi. I'm at the Hilton in San Diego. Room 1210. Call me. Bye."

Peggy waited a few minutes, and then called him back.

"Hi, I just missed your message," she said cheerfully.

"How are things?" Peter asked.

"Fine," she said, eager to share her news. "I was elected vice-president of the Council yesterday."

"Sounds like a lot of work," he grunted. "Look, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be here another week and a half. I'll call if I get done sooner, but I wouldn't count on it. You gonna be all right?"

"Oh, I'll be fine," she said sweetly.

"Good," he answered. "Bye."

"Bye, darling," she said, putting the phone down. "Fucker!"

Peggy was seething with anger and frustration. He hadn't even bothered to act happy about her election. And even worse, he assumed that helpless little Peggy couldn't get along without him. She began to cry all over again.

"Mrs. Connors?"

Kenny was calling from the back door.

"Just a minute," she called. Quickly trying to compose herself, Peggy walked to the door.

"I just wanted to say congratulations," Kenny said through the screen. "I saw in the newspaper that you're vice president of the Woodland Council. So I just -- are you okay?"

Peggy was standing behind the door, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, Kenny," she sobbed.

He opened the door and she was in his arms in a second. He simply stood there, letting her cry, uncertain what had triggered her reaction. After a few moments, she told him about her husband's reaction. He quietly led her into the living room, where she sat on his lap and cried some more. Finally, she fell asleep, and Kenny once again carried her upstairs. This time, though, he simply covered her with a blanket and left.

Peggy awoke early on Sunday morning. She stripped off the clothes she'd slept in, and ran through the shower. With several hours to kill until the 11 o'clock church service she usually attended, she decided to see to her neighbor's plants. Throwing on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt, Peggy walked over to Donna's.

Peggy finished watering the plants downstairs, all of which she'd seen and admired before, and headed upstairs. She'd never been upstairs in Donna's house before, and decided she'd better see if her neighbor had any plants there. A quick check of the first two bedrooms she came to produced no plants. The second bedroom, in fact, had no furniture at all. A half-open closet door revealed a surprising array of video equipment. It seemed like an odd hobby for Donna, Peggy thought.

Donna's main bedroom, dominated by a king-sized waterbed, did have some plants, and Peggy carefully watered them. The attached bathroom had no plants, though, and Peggy walked back through the bedroom. On her way, Peggy stopped, puzzled by the odd arrangement of the room.

Finally, she figured it out. She would have put the bed against the outside wall, between the two windows. Donna's bed, however, was against the left-hand wall, facing a low dresser with a very large mirror above it. To the right of the dresser was a television and video cassette recorder. Peggy idly picked up one of the cassettes from a pile.

"Captain Outrageous?" she said aloud, reading the handwritten title of the tape. "I wonder if that's like Captains Courageous? I just love Gregory Peck."

Peggy found the remote control on Donna's night table, and slipped in the tape. She eagerly climbed into Donna's bed as the tape began to play.

Peggy's mouth dropped open. The opening shot was of the very bed in which Peggy was lying. An airline pilot was standing ramrod straight, facing the door on the right. The camera appeared to have been set up on the dresser, although the shot was too wide for that. Suddenly, Peggy realized that she was looking at a two-way mirror, and that the closet with the video equipment was directly behind the mirror.

"Oh, my God," she gasped. Donna had entered the picture now, wearing a slinky black knee-length dress and five-inch black stiletto heels. The dress was low-cut in front and back and had little cutouts along each side. Finally, a long slit up the front showed a lot of leg as she approached the pilot.

There was no sound, so Peggy simply saw Donna silently drop to a squat. Sitting on her thighs, the blonde smiled up at her pilot and the reached for the zipper of his pants with her right hand. She slowly pulled it down and then, putting her left hand on his hip to steady herself, brought out an enormous cock.

"Jesus!" Peggy cried, staring intently at the screen.

Once again Donna smiled at her partner, and then closed her eyes and lovingly opened her mouth.

"She can't!" Peggy gasped.

But Donna could, and Donna did. The thick tube steak slid easily into the blonde's widely stretched lips as her well-manicured hand gripped the base. The pilot dropped his hands to Donna's head, entwining his fingers in her mane.

Peggy slowly slid her own hand down underneath her shorts and began to rub her own slit as Donna expertly caressed the rigid tool with her lips and tongue, all the while stroking it with her hand.

By the time Donna's hot mouth had its intended effect, Peggy was moaning, three of her fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt. She watched with heavily lidded eyes as Donna pulled her mouth off and wrapped both hands around the meaty prick. Pumping it for all she was worth, the blonde sprayed her open mouth and neck with her partner's spurting jism.

"Fuck!" Peggy cried, frantically trying to reach orgasm before the action stopped.

It was too late. The sudden sound of a gasoline engine briefly roaring to life startled the sweat-drenched brunette. Her heart pounded as she jumped up and looked out the window. Unaware he was being watched, Kenny was trying to get her lawnmower started. Peggy watched the boy work while the video moved on to a session of straight sex. Finally, Peggy clicked off the TV and VCR and opened Donna's closet. She smiled.

* * *

Kenny took a deep breath before once again pulling the carburetor off of the Connorss' lawnmower. Although he'd gotten it started once, it had died immediately. And he had spent the last 20 minutes trying unsuccessfully to figure out why. Suddenly he noticed a shadow on the engine block. He looked up slowly, first seeing a pair of five-inch black stiletto heels. His eyes traveled further up, taking in a pair of elegant legs swathed in silk stockings. Further up, a black dress took over at the knees, although a slit right in the center went halfway up the luscious thighs. Above the trim waist, the dress gave way to an expansive view of the tops of two voluptuous breasts. And finally, on top, the gorgeous face of his former lover, Peggy.

"Mrs. Connors!" he gasped, belatedly realizing that the look on Peggy's face was one of naked lust. Kenny stood up, his growing erection clearly evident in his black jeans, while Peggy dropped to her haunches. Kenny couldn't help but looking down at the older woman's magnificently displayed cleavage, despite the fact that he'd seen her fully naked only two days before.

Peggy greedily reached for Kenny's zipper and yanked it down. As Kenny stared in silent disbelief, the brunette reached inside the youngster's briefs and extracted his cock. With four fingers of her right hand curled over the root and her thumb wrapped underneath, Peggy slowly opened her mouth.

"Oh, God," Kenny moaned as the older woman hooked the fingers of her left hand into his pants pocket and pulled him close, her mouth enveloping his cock in velvet heat.

Peggy eagerly began to fellate the youngster, just as she had seen Donna do on the film. Where two nights ago she had been essentially passive, simply lying on the bed as her lover fucked her face, she was now in charge, lovingly applying her lips and tongue to Kenny's pleasure.

"But, Mrs. Connors, you said -- " began a confused Kenny.

Peggy slowly pulled her mouth off of his organ and moved her left hand down to rub the now slippery tool. She smiled up at Kenny.

"It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind," she said softly. And before Kenny could respond she once again swallowed his cock.

Peggy gurgled happily as Kenny groaned above her. After a few minutes spent running Kenny's prick in and out of her mouth, with an occasional break to run her tongue along its length and lash its tip, she could feel Kenny's body begin to tighten. Peggy reveled in her power. She might have been a novice cocksucker last weekend, but now she'd had one practice session with Kenny and a video lesson courtesy of Donna. She wondered if Donna had any other instruction tapes.

She didn't have long to think about it, though. She felt the first blast from Kenny's cock and was determined to enjoy it as her teacher had. Pumping Kenny's cock like a double-action shotgun, Peggy aimed it down her throat and hosed herself down with the youngster's wads. Finally, she caught the last spurt on her tongue and, looking directly up into Kenny's brown eyes, swallowed it.

"I want you hard again," she said hoarsely. "Now."

Kenny just gulped. Peggy dropped to her knees this time and took Kenny's soft dong into her mouth. It didn't take her long to revive his young organ and she once again got to her feet. Leaning back against the brick wall of her house, she reached down and pulled her dress up revealing a black garter belt that held her stockings in place, and nothing else.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice half-commanding and half-pleading.

"Yes, ma'am," Kenny smiled. Stepping forward, he wrapped his hands around Peggy's thighs and effortlessly hoisted her into the air. Kenny pinned her against the brick wall and she felt his swollen cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Fuck me, lover," the brunette growled.

Kenny was already on his way. Peggy moaned as his cock penetrated her, sinking all the way to its hilt on its first thrust.

"I'm so fucking wet," Peggy hissed. "Oh, God, that's my baby, keep fucking me. Oh, shit, your big cock feels so good inside me. I feel so full, I -- Oh, shit, I'm going to come . . . Oh, God, Oh, OH, OH, OH!"

In the back of her mind, the well-bred Peggy realized that pretty soon the whole neighborhood would be able to hear her screaming. Shit, she thought, pretty soon they'll be able to hear my sloppy, squishy pussy being rammed by this young stud.

But Kenny's powerful fucking was making it hard for her to keep silent. Throwing her arms around Kenny's neck, Peggy leaned forward and bit her hand to keep from screaming.

"You like this, huh?" Kenny asked.

"Oh, yes, Kenny," Peggy whispered when she could catch her breath.

Peggy had two more orgasms as Kenny continued his seemingly effortless stroking. But just when the brunette wondered how much more of it he could give, and how much more she could take, Kenny exploded inside her, sending her into a final, gut-wrenching climax.

Kenny released his iron grip on Peggy's thighs, and set the older woman on her feet.

"Kenny," she said breathlessly, leaning weakly against the house, "I --"

Kenny had to reach out to prevent her from falling. As she looked at him, she thought she saw a glimmer of cruelty in his smile, an echo of the sadism she'd thought she heard when he had asked her if he liked being fucked like this.

"Kenny?" she said questioningly.

"I'm glad you changed your mind," he said, the old Kenny returning just as quickly. "I guess I'd better get back to work. It's almost ten-thirty and I haven't got your lawnmower started."

"Ten-thirty?" Peggy gulped. "Oh, gosh, I forgot all about church."

She hurried off toward the back door on wobbly legs, thinking only that she couldn't dare miss Sunday services. But she turned at the corner and gave Kenny a lascivious smile.

"I'll see you at about one, young man?" she tried to sound sexy.

"I'll be here," Kenny answered.

Peggy quickly washed herself off and changed into a green dress and black stockings for church. Sitting in the service, she felt herself blushing. The sermon for the day was about the adulterer in the book of John, and only those who are without sin being able to cast stones.

"Are you alright, dear?" asked one of the elder ladies sitting on Peggy's right.