Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest
Chapter fourteen
A rush of delight woke Nancy the next morning. She could feel a hand wrapped gently around her breast. That wasn't all she felt. Something warm and hard was jammed between her buttocks. She almost called out her husband's name, then she remembered George wasn't home. The man pressed against her back - whose hand was cuddling her breast so delightfully and whose hard penis was prodding her bottom -- wasn't her husband, it was her teenage neighbor, Benny Morris.
Benny felt her move and kissed her softly on the neck. He whispered, "Good morning, Mrs. Dillon."
"Good morning, Benny," Nancy replied. She laid her hand on top of the one caressing her breast and making her feel so good and pressed it tighter against her. "Oh, Benny, what you're doing feels so wonderful!" she murmured as passion cascaded over her. She pressed back against the young man and realized more delight when his rigid shaft slid deeper into the cleft between her sensitive nether cheeks. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning!" she mused.
Benny's hand slid from her breast, down over her body, and glided across her belly. It slid through her pubic hair, then he began probing the area where her legs and body met. She raised her leg and laid it back over the young man, opening herself to him.
When Benny's searching fingers found her clit, he began stroking it gently between his finger and thumb, almost like he was jerking her off. His insistent actions, jarred her with rapturous, sensations. "Oh, Benny! Oh, yes!" she moaned. "That's it! Oh, Benny! I love it when you do that to me!"
Her hips began moving and his fleshy pole, which was embedded between her legs, began to rub against her vagina as they did. The contact of his fingers and erection soon had her writhing with need. "In me!" she begged, " Benny, I need to have you in me! Oh, darling, I...I can't wait!"
Benny shifted position and, to Nancy's surprise, the head of his penis began plowing between her labia, rousing her even more. She reached down, placed her hand on the tip of his engorged wand and, when he next thrust forward, she guided his wand between her slick labia, into her. "Yes! Yes!" she groaned when, once again, she experienced the joy of being pillaged by the boy's swollen organ. Her hips began to move in time with his. He continued strumming her clit as his shaft plunged in and out of her. "Oh! Benny! Ahhh! Oh! Benny!" she cried. Her mind whirled as she was thrilled by his plunging cock.
"Benny, I'm coming! Now! Now!" she wailed as an orgasm began to detonate inside her. "Give it to me! Oh, Benny! Now! Now, Benny! Give it to me!"
"Take it, Mrs. Dillon!!! Oh, God, here it comes!!! Take it!!!" Benny cried when his pulsing penis began pumping his torrid juices into her.
Their passion temporarily assuaged, they lay in each other's arms. Finally Nancy turned and faced Benny. "I think I'd like some breakfast," she said. "What about you, Benny?"
The young man nodded. "I am kinda hungry," he said, and kissed her.
They showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen. Nancy began getting things together for their breakfast. She felt more than a little nervous about what she was doing. She was taking a risk in letting Benny stay this long, but she enjoyed his company and couldn't find the strength to ask him leave.
She did feel guilty about her affair with the teenager but, for some reason, being with him didn't make her feel as ashamed as she did when she was with Lee McGill and the other men she had slept with. And besides, she couldn't get enough of the adoring way Benny looked at her.
She was wearing a soft fleece cardigan sweater that had wide blue and white horizontal stripes on it and snug leggings made from a combination of cotton and spandex and which clung to her legs like a second skin. She saw the way the teenager looked at her when she walked into the kitchen wearing the outfit and was delighted by the unbridled admiration she saw in his eyes. "He'd like it even better if he knew I wasn't wearing a bra," she thought as she sat across the table from the young man, eating.
"Would you mind if I called you Ben, instead of Benny?" Nancy asked the young man.
He looked across the table at her, puzzled. "No, I don't mind, why?" he asked.
Nancy reached across the table and laid her hand on top of his. "Well," she said, "I think Benny sounds a little like a kid's name..." She paused, grinning. "...and you certainly aren't a kid."
Benny turned bright red. "Ah...yeah, I...I guess so," he stammered. "I kinda, you know, like the sound of Ben, I guess." He reddened even more. "Can...can I call you Nancy?" he stammered.
Nancy smiled. "Of course you can, Ben," she replied.
"You know, I...I could do some stuff out in the yard since I'm here and all," the young man said. "If you want, I mean..."
"That's sweet, Ben," Nancy said. "But why don't we go upstairs for a little while first?"
She reached out her hand. Ben took it. They both rose from their chairs, then they went back to her bedroom.
In the bedroom, Nancy helped Ben out of his clothes and told him to lie down on the bed. She knelt next to him, still dressed, and began to slide her hands over his nude body. After she caressed him for a while, she wrapped her fingers around his already-hard penis and heard his fervent groan of delight. She stroked the young man's throbbing organ with one hand while the other rolled his balls and teased his scrotum.
Ben groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed.
