Darlene

Friday is my bowling night. I go straight from work and grab a bite at the pizza place next to the bowling alley. Afterwards, I go out for a few beers with the guys. I don't usually get home till after midnight. Most of the time, Darlene is in bed and asleep by then. The Friday after her first visit with Kyle, Darlene wasn't asleep.

That night, I staggered in about 1:00 AM. There were lights on in the living room. I went in and found Darlene reclining on the couch in a skimpy nightgown that barely covered her tiny thong panties. I stood in the doorway looking down at her near-naked body so elegantly displayed. Even in my foggy state, I knew something was up, and I was ready for it.

"Hi," she said, in a soft, low voice, a strange expression clouding her pretty face.

I started to sober up. "Hi," I tentatively replied.

"Why don't you bring in a couple beers," she suggested with a weak smile that couldn't mask her seriousness. I did just that. Eagerly thinking of what Darlene might have been up to and where it might lead, I hustled out to the kitchen, grabbed the beers, and brought them back out to the living room. I sat beside her, but not too close because she was leaning back against the arm of the couch with her legs up. She took a sip of the beer, looked up, and said the words I was half-expecting, half-fearing, half-hoping to hear: "I saw Kyle tonight."

Prepared as I was, it was like the shock of icy water around my lungs. I couldn't say anything for a minute. Then I said: "How was he?" not meaning it the way she took it, but glad it came out that way. She stammered for a moment. "Oh, you mean - how is he healing?" she finally asked.

"Yeah that ..." I looked steadily at her, "... and how was your visit?

She glowed with a softness and sexuality that put a charge in my balls and brought my dick to attention. "Well, the bones are knitting nicely," she said, "but he's still pretty tender down there."

This time, I smiled at her double meaning. I said, "Tell me about it."

Darlene had bought take-out at the deli just down the block from Kyle's place and took it up to his apartment. She claims she hadn't meant it to be anything more than a charitable visit to the sick, and for awhile, they both kept up that fiction. They had a nice dinner, talking like old buddies about Joe and the shop and the other mechanics - the politics of the place. Kyle had a bottle of wine, which they shared. Neither of them brought up the blow job she had given him on her previous visit, although I doubt that either of them could think of much else.

Darlene pulled a small table and a straight-back chair over to Kyle's bedside for their little meal. He was still encased in the big awkward plastic brace, but he could sit partially upright in the hospital bed. He was wearing a T-shirt, and his lower body was covered by a sheet -- and probably, Darlene thought, by nothing else.

When they finished the sandwiches, Darlene cleaned up and pushed the table out of the way. That's when she realized that they didn't need to bring up the subject of the blow job; it had already brought up Kyle. There was a noticeable tent in his sheet. She found herself staring at it hungrily, and then flushed with embarrassment when Kyle saw where her eyes were focused. She looked away in flustered confusion.

He smiled shyly. "I ... I wanted to thank you again for what you did for me the other day. It meant a lot to me, and it really helped me keep my spirits up."

Darlene was too filled with conflicting emotions to know what to say. "You're welcome," was all she could mumble, still glancing involuntarily at the bulge in the sheet. It seemed to throb with a life of its own, and all she could think of was that big thick pink rod she had held in her hand - and in her mouth.

Kyle said he felt bad because it was all for him. He wished he could return the pleasure she had given him. He looked into her eyes. That was just the way he felt about sex -- that it should be a mutual thing, and didn't she think so too?

Darlene tore her eyes from Kyle's pulsing bulge and nodded in agreement, not quite sure what she was saying.

"Good," he said, "because I'd like to make it up to you."

"How?" Darlene gasped. "I mean ... what do you mean?"

"I mean, you got me off with your hands and tongue. I think I should do the same for you."

"Oh no," Darlene protested, shivering in anticipation. "I don't think so."

But Kyle insisted, and Darlene was too inflamed at that point to hold out for long. When she finally gave in, Kyle told her what he wanted, and she found herself following his directions, as if she was in some kind of trance, and always with that wild erotic charge tingling inside her, spurring her on.

He had her take off her blouse and skirt, which left her in just her panties and bra. His eyes roamed hungrily over her body, but he teased her a little, asking if she wanted to see what was under the sheet. She got all red, but had to admit that she did. He said she could look, but she would have to take off her panties and bra as the price of admission. She was so excited, she was ready to do just about anything, but that nagging voice of propriety in the back of her head made her hesitate one more time. She said, "You go first."

But Kyle wasn't having that. When she pulled off the sheet, he wanted her to see his dick in all its glory, and seeing her gorgeous body first would insure that he would be as large and hard and hot as he could get.

Darlene looked at the tent with a playful smile. "Looks like you're there already," she said, but his enthusiasm had melted the last of her resistance and she dropped her bra onto the chair with her skirt and blouse.

Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers and her breath came in short shallow gasps, but she remembered to keep her back slightly arched, presenting her tits to Kyle at their peak of ripe perfection. His eyes were riveted to them, and his mouth opened slightly in rapt appreciation. Darlene was almost dizzy with lust as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down her legs. When she stepped out of them, she held her arms out to the side and smiled sweetly, proudly displaying her nude body. She had shaved her pubes down to a narrow triangle that pointed directly to her sweet sensitive clit, and she could feel the heat and moisture flowing insistently to that spot as Kyle's eyes ate her up.

"Awesome," he whispered huskily.

Darlene giggled with excitement and did a slow turn, showing him her tight butt and shapely back.

Kyle groaned in anticipation.

By that point, Darlene had given up any pretence of holding back. She moved quickly to the foot of Kyle's bed and began to slowly pull the sheet down. When the end of the sheet finally slid over his dick, the thick, veined pole bounced up to its fullest height. Once again, she gasped at the size and strength of it. It put a bit of a damper on my growing excitement when she told me that Kyle's erection was at least twice the size of mine.

(A bit of a damper, but not much. I had slid my hand up her bare legs to rest on the soft mound of her pussy, and I could feel the warmth of her excitement as she recounted her "visit to the sick." My slighted dick was straining against my pants, but I was determined to keep it in there until she finished. Her story was the best foreplay I had ever experienced, and I knew that jealousy was part of the spice. As she continued, her unflattering reference to my equipment was soon forgiven.)

Darlene was drawn to Kyle's large, eager, young dick, like iron filings to a magnet. She moved to put her hand on it, but Kyle pulled away and held her hand.

"You first," he said with a wicked grin.

Darlene wasn't sure what he meant, but Kyle quickly made it clear. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Even after standing naked before him, Darlene was shocked at the sudden intimacy of that kiss. Somehow it seemed so much more personal than sucking his dick. But she quickly got over it and began to respond in kind. She was disappointed when his lips pulled away from hers, but thrilled when they found her nipples. He licked and nibbled and sucked them, one after the other, sending Darlene through the roof. Her nipples were always sensitive. As he kissed them, they turned dark red and stood up even higher. She lay beside him on the hospital bed, raised on her elbows, giving him comfortable access to her tits, gasping and squirming as his tongue did its work. Another minute of that would have easily brought her to orgasm, but he wouldn't let her come. Instead, he reached between her legs and absently touched the hood of her clitoris, which was similarly engorged with surging blood.

Darlene stiffened, but Kyle wouldn't bring her off. He didn't repeat the touch, instead rested his hand comfortably on her inner thigh. "Doesn't that feel good," Kyle whispered.

"Oh, yes. Yes!" Darlene groaned, moving her pussy into his hand. "More."

Finally, he relented, fingering her clit madly while he kissed deeply into her mouth.

Suddenly Darlene began to writhe and jerk, as if she was being zapped with an electric current. Kyle stuck two fingers into her pussy and felt her clutch them with her spasming vagina. He added a third finger and fell into a deep thrusting rhythm. Her hot juices began to flow down the back of his hand. She broke the kiss with a strangled cry, lying back and wriggling on his hand like a live insect being pinned to a mat. He let her orgasm play itself out.

When she was quiet, he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Darlene shuddered. Carefully and softly, Kyle put his finger on the point of her triangular pubic patch. She sighed and went limp. Kyle began to softly and slowly caress her throbbing clit through sex-plumped pussy lips. Darlene groaned and began a rhythmic thrust against his hand. It didn't take much of that before she was cumming again, long and hard.

This time, when she was done, she slid down the bed past Kyle's brace, to get better access to his dick. It seemed to be waiting for her. When she touched it, it bounced. When she wrapped her fingers around it, it seemed to become iron in her hand. When the tip of her tongue snaked out and played with the big purple head of it, Kyle groaned. She softly cupped his balls with her hand, while her lips descended on his pole, gradually swallowing more than half his length. She set up a sweet rhythm with the lapping of her lips and tongue and throat on Kyle's hard-on. Kyle closed his eyes and rocked, groaning softly with Darlene's rhythm. She felt him start to spasm in her mouth. Suddenly the groan became a grunt and hot cum was shooting down her throat. Darlene choked on the first shot, spewing cum from her mouth, covering Kyle's balls, but she quickly recovered, sucking smoothly on Kyle's continuing ejaculation, swallowing it as it came -- three or four more solid shots, a couple small ones, and a drawn out dribble, accompanied by Kyle's grunts and gasps and panting.

When it was done, they lay on the bed together. For awhile, they basked in the golden afterglow, but it wasn't long before Darlene had his dick in her hand, gently squeezing and caressing it. Kyle groaned, worn out from his previous exertions, but Darlene was undeterred. She snuggled close to him and rested her soft warm tits on his chest. Kyle opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"You really want more, don't you?"

Of course she did. And she got it. She pressed her mouth against his and took in his tongue. As she ground against him, her breasts slid up and down his chest, becoming inflamed in the process, and slowly his dick began to respond in her hand. It began to expand, to pulse. Soon it was hard enough to stroke, and so she did.

Kyle had his head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. When he reached a full erection, Darlene knew the time had come. She slid down his cast and found his dick for one deep throat kiss, then knelt, straddling his legs. Kyle had to scoot down to position himself to enter her, which he was glad to do.

Suddenly, his cock was inside her, thrusting and pushing, going deeper with each thrust. The feeling of fullness from that big thick cock was so intense, she moaned out loud. But she began to whimper pitifully when she couldn't take it any deeper because the cast was in the way. She wanted it all, and she shifted around so that one leg was under Kyle and the other was in the air. In that position, Kyle could rock back and forth, slowly proceeding to depths of my wife that I had never experienced. Darlene said she felt as if her whole insides were being stretched, but they were squeezing back like they would never let go of this 10-inch piece of heaven.

Unfortunately, it only took a minute. Kyle's dick swelled suddenly and spewed a hot stream of cum into the deepest part of Darlene's vagina. The shock sent her into an orgasm so ferocious, she has no memory of it at all. The next thing she knew, she was lying beside Kyle with cum dripping out of her as he softly stroked her tits. He told her he had had to put his hand over her mouth because she was crying out so loudly he was afraid his landlady would complain.

She knew I would be home some time after midnight. So, about 11:30, she got up and got dressed. But she gave Kyle's dick a thorough tongue-bath before she left -- something to keep up his spirits for another week.

When she finished her story, I was ready to cum in my pants. My fingers had found their way under the tiny panties. They rested along her swollen clit, which throbbed to the memory of her glorious evening with Kyle. I couldn't take it anymore. I slid the panties down her legs, parted her knees and buried my face in her cum-crusted pussy. Whether it was Kyle's load, Darlene's juices, or the magic combination of the two, it was the best thing I ever tasted.

Darlene began to writhe and moan almost immediately. She was still so hot from Kyle's bed. When I flipped up her nightgown and sucked a nipple into my mouth, she gasped and I could feel a massive orgasm building inside her. I quickly pulled down my pants and entered her stretched-out, flowing pussy. We came together like thunder and lightning. She cried out in ecstasy and I thought how lucky I was to have her and how lucky we both were to have no landlady to worry about.