The Journey Ch. 01

She shook her head as if to rid herself of the thought. The consequences weren't worth considering. "Look, this isn't a good idea," she breathlessly said, looking down at her hands and then turning to face the teenager.

Rodney's lips stopped her words. They covered her mouth, his tongue finding hers, his fingers going for the buttons on the front of her dress.

"No," she tried to gasp. But her hands betrayed her, circling his neck. She gave in, returning kiss for kiss.

"Rodney," she gasped again as his lips found her neck. The horny boy took no notice. His hands continued their work, pulling the front of the black dress open. He made quick work of her black bra, ripping the cups upwards to free her tits.

"Oh God—" she grunted again, her fingers digging into his dark curly hair as he lowered his head and began to suck her already hard nipples.

Amanda gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breasts into his mouth. This was wrong, she knew, but she was powerless to do anything other than accept the wonderful pleasuring the teenage boy was giving her. Her breasts felt alive, her sex felt alive... she was alive...

The sound of his zip startled her. No, no, she couldn't allow that—not that. Her mind screamed out its objection but no words left her lips.

She had to stop him, she told herself. Stop him before he released his cock. But if she did allow herself just one glance, she reasoned, she wouldn't have to wonder if the rumours were true. She would be able to see for herself...

He pushed his trousers down his legs. She could sense it, even if she couldn't see it. He continued to suck on her nipples, sending pinpricks of arousal down between her thighs.

No... she couldn't! Maybe he'd even want her to touch him? Want her to stroke him for a while, feel what a hard teenager's cock was like? Would it be the same as Roger's? Perhaps she could just touch him—and then act like she was shocked and tell the boy to put himself away?

No one could blame her then...

He pulled away from her breasts, his hand reaching up to stroke away the hair that had fallen around her eyes. His face was so full of lust that it frightened her. In that instant, Amanda knew that however aroused she was, she couldn't do this. This had to stop—and stop now!

But then she glanced down. Just one look before she told him to zip himself up. Oh fuck! OH FUCK! her mind screamed. He was huge!! Much bigger than she could ever have anticipated... than she'd ever seen. Wetness flooded between her thighs.

"Go on," he breathlessly told her, as if he was only too well aware of the power of his size. Teenage girls drooled over it. He knew Mrs. Stewart would, too.

"Rodney," she whimpered, her eyes remaining riveted on the Adonis-like specimen. She couldn't...

His hand slid onto hers and pulled it onto his cock. She didn't resist. Oh, God, he felt like an iron bar. He wasn't as veiny as Roger. And he was harder than anything she'd ever felt. In fact, he... it... was beautiful.

Despite herself, she began to stroke the teenager. Her hand wouldn't quite reach around the throbbing tower, but she could feel the arousal building with each groan she elicited. Her thumb flicked across the head of his cock and then she slid her hand down to the root and back up again.

He was immense.

Rodney leaned in and kissed her again as she masturbated him. "That feels so good..." he grunted into her mouth.

"It does?" the older woman breathlessly asked, her eyes gleaming. She pulled away from his lips, wanting to watch as she jerked the boy. A film had appeared across the head and she spread it across the crown with her thumb.

When Rodney grunted his approval, she felt another wet surge between her thighs. Maybe she could make him cum?

Then he changed the rules...

"I want to fuck you," he grunted, cupping and kneading her tits.

"No," she almost shouted, her eyes widening in shock. His words brought her to her senses and she let go of him. She held her hands up, as if surrendering. What the hell was she doing?

"Hey," his soft voice soothed. "It's okay. Just don't stop. You do that so good, please don't stop."

The words had worked with various teenage girls in his car but he hadn't expected to use them on a married woman. He'd thought she'd be more up for it than this...

"Please Mandy," he pleaded, taking her hand and pulling it back onto him again. Mandy, she giggled inside, despite her apprehension. No one had called her that in years. "Please..." he repeated, his voice sounding desperate.

Amanda flicked her tongue across her dry lips. She wanted to let go of him. She should button up her dress and get back to the party. Stop this nonsense. But when she looked at his size and felt his hardness... she couldn't.

"No more talk of fucking," she whispered in as stern a voice as she could muster, though the image of that cock inside her had somehow worked itself into her mind. It wouldn't be possible to accommodate him, would it? And if she could, how would it feel...

"Mandy," he whimpered as she established a rhythm that felt pretty much damn perfect.

"Hmmm?" Her voice sounded as far away as her eyes looked.

"Is that good?"

The married woman nodded, glancing into his eyes for a moment before returning her attention to what she was doing. He was panting harder now. What would she do when he came? She'd have to make sure she didn't get any on her dress. Maybe she could...

No, no—that would be sooo wicked!

"Mandy," he whimpered again. "I need you to do something."

Her flashing eyes hit his again. God, how wonderful would it be to have this monster inside her. But she couldn't. Not that. She was married...

"No, Rodney," she reluctantly told him. "We can't—"

"I know," he quickly answered. "But if we can't, would you suck me then?" His soft voice was pleading. "Please, Mandy..."

***

"Thanks for tonight," Natalie said, suddenly feeling bashful now that they'd tucked Bobby away in his room and the babysitter had left. They were in the kitchen, hydrating on a couple glasses of water. Neither had changed, although Dan's bowtie was untied and her silken dress was ragged and wet around the ends.

Dan took a long pull at his glass, emptying it. He wiped his mouth on his cuff—wet and dirty like her dress—and said, "That's all I get, a thanks?"

Grinning like the fool he was, Natalie couldn't tell if he was serious or not. Then again, she'd been having trouble reading him all night. Whenever he opened his mouth, he was the Dan Walker she knew—a little sleazy, a little too confident for his own good, the kind of guy she hated—yet his actions suggested he was a man she could like.

"What were you expecting?" she asked, playing along despite the danger. Her heart was all of a sudden in her throat. Only the kitchen island separated the two of them, and at the question Dan slowly began to walk round it.

Unconsciously, Natalie took a step back, feeling the cool surface of the counter behind her.

"Well," he said hypnotically, stepping closer than she was comfortable with, "a kiss would be a nice start."

"Dan..." she said faintly, turning her head away and down. She clutched the counter edges behind her. Bracing herself.

"Natalie," he mimicked, reaching up and cradling his face in hers. His hands were soft. Different than Bobby's working man's hands. She felt his body push against hers, softly pinning her in place. If Bobby saw her now...

But he couldn't.

She glanced up at him timidly, as though hoping this was all just a hallucination. When their eyes met, her willpower shattered. She watched his lips descend through her heavily lidded eyes. His were closed. His mouth touched hers, still wet from their glasses of water. And when she was sure this vision wasn't going to evaporate, she let her own eyes shut... and yielded.

His kiss was as super-charged as she'd remembered. He took control, but it was so different to Bobby's aggression. He teased her lips open with his tongue and challenged her own to a dual. They sucked, lapped, licked and danced.

Dan stepped closer. She angled her head higher. Even in heels, she had to stretch to meet his six foot frame. She felt a hand on her breast, squeezing, and when she didn't protest, she felt it slide lower.

"Dan..." she gasped when his lips left hers, dropping to her bare neck. His hand followed the gentle swell of her hip and then found the high slit up the front of her dress. "Dan..."

If she meant to use his name in protest, it wasn't coming out correctly and he certainly wasn't reading it that way. His fingers travelled along the inside of her thigh, tracing over the lacy tops of her stockings before finding her taut skin.

"Ahh..." she gasped, stiffening as his hand brushed across the front of her panties.

"Very nice, Natalie," he sexily whispered, nuzzling the fine tie that held her haltered dress in place. "You're very wet..."

She knew things had already gone too far. She knew that line had been crossed. And she knew she could still stop it from going further. But she didn't. She wanted this. Fuck Bobby and his drinking. Fuck him for humiliating her—not just tonight, but every night for months. Years!

Releasing her steadying grip on the counter behind her, she let her hands wander swiftly along Dan's strong torso, raking both sets of fingers through his blonde hair. Pulling him away from her neck, her mouth crashed against his in a volcanic kiss.

"Gah!" she groaned against his lips as his fingers pushed her thong to the side and found her soft furrow. When she recovered, she kissed him with renewed passion as her body burned. He buried two fingers into her while his thumb went to work on her swollen clit.

She found herself kissing him just to stay quiet, not trusting her moans in the dead of night. Dan caressed her back with his free hand, stopping at the clasp that held the dress in check. "Undo this," he ordered breathily, resting his forehead on hers.

"I can't," she whimpered, for some unknown reason attempting to find the will to resist. Was it that while she would let him take her... she couldn't, wouldn't help?

"You can," he softly told her, taking hold of her hand and pulling it to the halter. Hand on hand, fingers on fingers, they released it.

Dan stepped back enough to watch the creamy dress fall away, leaving her naked but for her strapless bra and a matching thong. Then his hands were sneaking around her body and unclasping the bra. Natalie caught the cups before it fell away, keeping her breasts covered with her forearm as her heart threatened to explode.

"Let me see them," he whispered.

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with the excitement she felt.

"Yes," he hissed, stepping forward once again.

"Uh," she clucked, pressing her palm flat on his chest. It bared one of her round, tanned breasts and his eyes feasted.

Her heart beat faster. Slowly, teasingly, her other hand pulled the bra away and allowed it to drop to the floor. Both her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze. The dark nipples that sat so beautifully high were rock hard.

Neither spoke as Dan took control of her hand on his chest, guiding it down to the seat of his pants. Her eyes betrayed her need as she felt him throbbing under her fingers...

***

"You're everything that I imagined," Alison seductively purred in Jessica's ear, helping the still recovering teenager to a cushioned wicker chair in the far corner of the bathroom. "Was it good, dear?"

"Wonderful," the breathless teenager grunted, wondering why her new lover's hands were back under her blue dress and pulling her black thong down and off her legs. "What..."

"You don't think we're finished?" Alison asked, those glinting sapphire eyes sending waves of lust that drove into the young girl's sexual soul. It was a look she'd remember for years to come.

Sinking to her knees, the older woman snaked one hand upwards to cover one of those wonderful breasts while the other roughly pushed the girl's legs apart. With a bob of her head, Kathleen Turner stared at Jessica Simpson's wonderfully smooth sex.

Alison had never had someone fully shaved before. Girls these days...

This hadn't been in her plan. That had been to make the hot little bitch cum and then leave her wanting more. But she'd misjudged Jessica. This chase was over before the rabbit got out of the yard. And now the girl looked down at her with those large bedroom browns, wanting more.

Alison purred. How often did you get to taste a sexy teenage beauty like this?

She nuzzled her nose against the teenage clit, stimulating it as she brushed her lips across Jessica's wet folds. Skin so soft should be illegal. When her tongue attacked the slippery bud, the young blonde's body jerked. Alison's sweet tongue lapped up and down, revelling at the youthful perfection of this girl's pussy.

The fingers on Jessica's breast found her nipple, pinching softly as her mouth savoured the teenage juices. Her captive squealed, her hands on Alison's head forcing the older woman's head harder against her hot pussy. Her hips bucked up into the pleasuring face.

Alison moaned. Fuck, she tasted so good.

The teenager planted the soles of her feet on the fluffy white carpet as her ass lifted from the white stool. Hardening her tongue, Alison rammed it inside the hot blonde as her hands steadied the now undulating hips. Her head jerked back and forward like a piston as she tongue fucked Jessica to her fourth climax of their brief time together.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Jessica's orgasmic scream built, peaked, and then died away into the empty air. It was impossible to stifle, let alone control her shuddering body as the ferocious tide overwhelmed it. Her juices flowed into the sucking mouth like a creamy river. This was way beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

Sex with Margo would seem tame after this...

As the hazy bliss began to clear in front of her eyes, she realised that Alison was sitting up on her knees, her piercing eyes boring into hers. They stayed that way for a few seconds, an unspoken communication passing between them. Both understood.

"Well?" the older woman asked.

"Yes," the teenager answered.

"You're sure?" Alison checked. She hadn't expected this part to happen so quickly. A free spirit...

"I want it," Jessica firmly responded, pushing forward so that Alison slowly sank back into the fluffy white carpet. She'd show the older woman just how the girls did it these days. But any thoughts the teenager had about being in charge were quickly dispelled. Her lover wasn't willing to relinquish control. This was her scene...

"We do it my way," Alison told her, dragging her panties down from underneath her thigh length black dress and throwing them across the room. "Lie down," she commanded, slithering to her knees.

Jessica felt her breath catch as she slid into position. She wasn't quite sure what her lover had in mind but whatever it was—she wanted it.

With a tantalising slowness that made the teenage girl want to scream, Alison pulled her dress to her waist, allowing Jessica to feast on her treasure. Although the soft blonde-brown down guarded her entrance, it was clear to see the glistening lips that were already wet with arousal.

One hand slowly slid down to Jessica's head and wrapped itself around the back of her neck as she slid her body over the teenager. Giving a lustful snarl, she pulled Jessica's head up and into her wetness.

The first lap across her wet sex brought a throaty growl from the older woman. "Fuck yes," she grunted, allowing her dress to fall and cover the young girl's head. The cover added to her pleasure. Now it was all about feeling, not watching. Leaning forward, she rested her palms either side of the prone body as she began to rub herself along the willing face.

Alison groaned again as the teenager's mouth sought out her slippery clitoris. Jessica's mouth quickly had her purring like a cat. Her hands gripped into the carpet as the moment began to overtake her. All the pent up lust was ready to pour out. It wasn't only the pleasuring tongue, of course. It was the thought of more to come...

Her grip on the carpet tightened, her fingernails digging into the fluffy material. Then one hand tore itself away to drag her dress up to her waist. She wanted to see the hot little woman as she pleasured her. Only the teenager's sweat covered hair and brown eyes were visible and Alison raised herself slightly until she could see that sexy little tongue at work.

The sight instantly took her towards the edge.

The dam was about to explode and there was no holding back. Adjusting position, she began to jerk down faster. In an instant, the mood had changed. Jessica's tongue was no longer pleasuring her... she was using the teen's face to fuck herself. She began to pant with each downward thrust of her hips—an animal seeking out her own pleasure.

Her hips worked faster. The orgasm grew.

From beneath her she could hear Jessica grunting... and then the sexy little bitch found a way to grip her hips tighter and force her tongue inside her juicy sex.

The dam burst...

***

Suck him? Amanda Stewart hesitated. She shouldn't, she couldn't. But when his hands on her hair began to push her head downwards, she didn't resist.

Hearing his groan as her soft pink lips slowly devoured the crown was almost inspirational. She twisted her head and kept her gleaming eyes on his, her body throbbing at the thought of what she was doing. At the captivated look on his face. Okay, there would have been a few teenage girls who'd done this. Now she'd show him what a real woman could do.

Fear flickered through her mind at the thought of Roger ever finding out, but that was quickly overridden. This was too wicked not to do. Too defiant. Tonight was a one-off and such a mind boggling opportunity might never present itself again.

She had to be careful not to choke on the monster. She pressed down on his hips, stopping the grunting teenager from fucking upwards. It gave her the control to attack his shaft the way she wanted and for a while she alternated between licking up and down his length, sucking on his crown and taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. His groans were the most gratifying sounds she'd heard in a long time.

He was groaning because of her! She was doing this...

Then he was pushing his butt up from the seat, so that his fully-laden balls drew up against her chin. Oh no, she thought. Please don't cum. Not yet!

Amanda slid her mouth away from him, watching his cock twitch and recover. "Not yet, Rodney," she whispered, unable to believe she was saying this. A few minutes ago she'd wanted out of there. Now, she wanted the young boy to realise she was the best cocksucker in the neighbourhood. "I want this to last," she insisted. "Understand?"

He nodded and slid his hands across to cup one of her naked breasts as she returned to work. She moaned as his thumb flicked her nipple, biting her lip as she allowed him to caress her breasts. It sent such sensations coursing down to her damp sex that if he didn't stop she might have to fuck him after all...

Pushing his hand away, her mouth engulfed his cock again. This was her time and she didn't want any distractions. He could play with her tits later, her mind giggled to itself, as long as he allowed her to bring him off.

She pleasured him gently for a few minutes, savouring the iron hard tower with each lick, lap and suck of her mouth. Then she needed more. Without warning, she sucked hard and fast, her blonde hair bouncing around her bobbing face. Both her hands corkscrewed around his shaft as she sucked, working his saliva into the throbbing flesh. She wanted to take him on the verge again. Was desperate for it.