The Paper Boy

June 5, 1978

Jeremy Parker pedaled his bike in the early dawn, the sky just beginning to lighten. He was tossing the papers onto the porches of his customers as he made his way through the neighborhood. He had worked this route since he was thirteen years old, and having just graduated high school, it was his last summer delivering papers before college in the fall. He hoped that before he left he could score with one of the girls he knew. It'd be nice to go to college and not still be a virgin at eighteen.

Sweat formed on his brow as he worked his way around the corner of Patton Drive and stood up on his pedals to make his way up the sloping hill before him. The day was sure to be a scorcher, reaching over a hundred degrees and making him happy he'd be done with work before the worst of it.

As he threw paper after paper with unerring accuracy, his mind drifted back to the more memorable moments of his young career. Mr. Jenkins passed out drunk on his front lawn, the sprinklers doing nothing to raise him from his stupor; Linda Stellardo sneaking back into her house from a hard night of partying while her husband was out of town; the burglars he dropped the dime on at the Jefferson's. The last one earned him his picture in the papers he delivered the next morning.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" A woman shrieked, startling Jeremy so much that he nearly lost his balance. It wasn't just the words that had brought him up short, but the voice. It was Janine Charles, the wife of Pastor James Charles.

Jeremy stopped alongside the road and looked to the Charles' house where Jim was tossing a suitcase into the back of his station wagon, a shirt tail sticking out. "I can't even talk to you when you're like this!" Jim snapped back loudly.

"Are you going to her?" Janine spat, her fists planted on her hips and not caring that the whole neighborhood could hear her, if anyone happened to be awake.

"I'm going to my sister's place," Jim shot back as he pulled open the drivers side door and climbed in.

"Bullshit!"

Jim reversed his car down the drive and then sped off into the dim light. Jeremy turned and watched the car disappear down the hill before turning back to look at Janine once more. Her curly brunette hair was a bit of a mess, not surprising for how early it was, but it wasn't unattractive. 'Bed hair' was how he heard it described. More than that though, her short robe was barely cinched at her waist, leaving a mouth watering view of her cleavage and upper thighs visible to his hungry eyes. He looked up and he found that Mrs. Charles was glaring at him.

He opened his mouth to say something but Janine just harrumphed and stormed back inside. Shaking his head, Jeremy adjusted himself before resuming his work. A smile stayed with him the rest of the morning as he finished his route. The sight of Mrs. Charles had given him a chubby and the memory of her kept him hard as he finished his work.

Two weeks later Jeremy found himself making his rounds for payment and as he approached the front door of the Charles' residence, he couldn't help but remember the vision of Janine. The memory of her cleavage and shapely legs caused a growing warmth between his legs and a twitch in his groin. He noticed that the station wagon had not returned to the driveway and wondered if the married couple were still on the outs.

Ringing the doorbell, he cleared his throat, afraid that his voice might crack like it did when he was younger. He could feel his heart racing in anticipation, hoping that perhaps he'd get a repeat of the sight he'd seen the other morning. Janine answered the door and much to his disappointment she wasn't wearing the dressing robe he'd remembered, but a loose, dark blouse and a pair of sweats. She leaned against the door with her hip thrust to the side and a crystal glass with ice in it in one hand.

"What?" Janine snapped absently and then seeing who it was, "Oh, it's you."

Her eyes were red and puffy, her mascara a mess and her hair was even more disheveled than it was the other day. Jeremy's face was crestfallen, his disappointment obvious.

"I don't have the checkbook to pay you," she snapped, annoyed.

"That's okay, Mrs. Charl-"

"Janine, just call me Janine. I can't take 'Mrs. Charles' right now."

Jeremy waited, his eyes searching for some sign of the figure he'd seen the other morning. As he stood silently in front of her, the pastor's wife eyed him up and down. A small smile crept across her lips as if she was considering something. At last she looked him in the eyes and the paperboy could see her hunger blazing.

"I don't have the checkbook," she whispered, "but I got something else I think you will like even better."

Jeremy gasped as she took hold of his collar and pulled him inside. He didn't fight for a second, following her willingly into the house and swallowed up in darkness as she closed the door. The walls were covered in wood paneling and the one window had heavy drapes blocking out the sun. Before his eyes could adjust to the low light given off by a single lamp, Mrs. Charles wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her full, wet lips against his. Her tongue darted inside his mouth and he could taste alcohol.

"Mrs. Charles?" Jeremy asked, his voice rising in concern.

"I told you, Janine. Just Janine," she corrected him, breaking the kiss only long enough to speak. "Now use your tongue boy," she commanded.

Jeremy kissed her back with fervor and she gave out an excited squeal as he pulled her body hard against his. His stiff prick pressed against her thigh and she twisted, rubbing it harder.

"Oh that's going to feel so nice," Janine moaned into his mouth. Reaching down, she grabbed him, giving him a long squeeze.

It was the first time anyone other than himself had ever touched his dick and Jeremy felt an unfamiliar euphoria. He thrust his hips towards Janine and her lush body; the feel of her heavy, braless breasts crushed against his chest flooding his brain.

"Oh shit," the pastor's wife cursed. "You aren't going to last too long, kiddo. Here, let me help you."

She pulled away and she pushed his shorts down with both hands. A hot breath later his stiff dick bounced happily in the air before them. The cool air on his prick gave him such a tingle, but even more so was the way Mrs. Charles was looking at with such hunger in her eyes.

"Oh that is lovely," Janine said softly, smiling. "Let's get the first load out of the way quickly. I bet you don't even go soft after."

Jeremy let out a groan as her soft hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick. She began to stroke him, drawing more sexy sounds out of him. The feel of someone else's hand on his junk was even better than he had ever imagined. That it was the pastor's sexy, wanton wife made it even hotter. She continued making out with him, her lips and tongue all over his open mouth and cheeks.

"Oh gawd," he moaned and then he was shooting his load all over the carpet. Janine didn't care that he was making an awful mess, she just let out a happy squeal as she turned to watch his semen spurt out of him, pumping his twitching cock until he finished.

"There," she said triumphantly, sliding her thumb over the head of his penis, smearing the wetness across the sensitive skin. "Now you won't pop off too quickly. Come with me."

Jeremy let her lead him by his dick, following her down the hall to the bedroom. She opened the door to a room with more wood paneling on the walls and sunlight coming through one dirty window. The bed was a mess of twisted sheets and the comforter kicked to the floor in a pile. Clothes lay in heaps around the room and the drawers on her dresser hung open with underwear and pantyhose spilling over the tops. She let go of him and moved to the far side of the bed, next to a full length dressing mirror and a small makeup table.

Now in the light, he could see her features again and she had transformed from the spiteful creature who had opened the door to a woman in heat. Her mouth was open as she slid her tongue across her white teeth, her eyes boring into him. Jeremy watched as she slipped her arms out of the dark blouse and let it fall to the floor. His eyes were riveted on her heavy, tear drop breasts with dark, wine colored areolas. Her hefty melons were pale and he could see faint blue veins just below the surface.

"Oh wow," he said huskily, without thinking.

Janine smiled and straightened her back, lifting her hands up to cup her massive breasts. "You like them?" She asked softly. "Do you like my big titties, paperboy? Why don't you come over here and give them a feel." She pinched her stiffened nipples and hissed in pleasure.

Stumbling across the room, Jeremy hurried to her side. His hands rose up and he pressed them into the soft, yielding flesh of her boobs. He let out another moan, his eyes glazing over with the feel of her body in his eager hands. His prick strained and throbbed as he felt up his first woman.

"Oh that's nice baby," Janine purred. "Give 'em a good feel. You can squeeze them harder than that, baby. Momma likes it a little rough. Yeah, just like that. Play with my nipples."

Jeremy followed her instructions and as soon as he brought his thumb and forefinger around the thick, rubbery nipples she let out a loud moan and she bent at the waist, squeezing her thighs together.

"Oh fuck, baby, you got me so wet! Feel! Feel how wet you've made me." She pulled his hand from her breast and guided him under the elastic waistband and into her skimpy panties. Turning away from him, so that he was pressing his naked cock against her sweatpant covered ass, she sighed deeply as his fingers slid through the tangled mess of pubic hairs and then over her slippery slit.

"Oh shit!" Janine cried again, wincing with pleasure. "That's it baby! Feel my cunt. Touch it! Push your finger inside of me."

"Oh wow," Jeremy said in awe. "So hot!" Mrs. Charles was humping herself against his hand and each time she leaned forward she gave out a little huff of air. He prodded her until he found her opening and then curled his finger so that the tip went inside of her.

Mrs. Charles humped and huffed but after a minute she pulled his hand out of her sweats roughly. Turning on him she shucked her pants and underwear, revealing her tummy and full bush. Jeremy could see the lips of her pussy spread wide and the shiny, pink slit in the middle.

"You like the look of that?" Janine said with a hint of a sneer. "Why don't you get a closer look, lover boy." She took hold of his hand before she sat down on the bed and laid back fully. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled him close until he fell to his knees in front of her. The musky scent of her pussy was strong in the air and Jeremy licked his lips looking at her.

Jeremy had heard that some guys would lick a gal's cunt. He wondered if Mrs. Charles wanted him to do that. Before he could bring himself to ask, she slipped her hand to the back of his head and drew him in closer and closer until his lips were pressed against her pussy. His tongue slipped out and he drew it up and down her slit, tasting her. The prim and proper pastor's wife let out a lewd moan, bucking her hips in response.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands up until they were cupping her giant tits once more. "That's it baby," she encouraged. "Lick me and squeeze my fat titties at the same time."

The feel of her boobs in his hands once more sent Jeremy's mind spinning. He was licking a pussy and groping the biggest tits he'd ever seen and Mrs. Charles showed no signs of stopping. He licked her slippery channel, teasing the hole at the bottom and the stiff little nub at the top. She seemed to like that a lot, so he began to concentrate on it.

Her breathing became ragged and her hips jerked but she held his face hard against her cunt, refusing to let him up for air. Jeremy licked her and felt her wetness soak his chin and the shirt he was wearing. She was hotter than a firecracker and louder still.

"Oh fuck yes! You are a born cunt lapper, you sweet, sweet boy! Eat my pussy until I die!"

Jeremy licked her little nub until she screamed herself out and then pushed him away violently. He could see her legs quivering and her tits jiggle. He moved up onto the bed and laid next to her, leaning over so that he could kiss and suck on her nipples.

Janine came around with a soft moan and pushed her breast into his mouth and held him close. "Oh sweet Jesus, you want it all, don't you?" She said, catching her breath. "Don't worry, I'll give it all to you."

He felt her hand reach for him and she grabbed hold of his stiff prick. Letting out a groan, he shoved his hips towards her hand, enjoying the pressure of her grip. She gave out a little laugh and caressed him slowly in response.

"Such an eager little fucker," she laughed. "And you just love my boobs, don't you?" Jeremy nodded vigorously as he sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth, squeezing the one boob with both hands. "I bet you'd like to fuck them, wouldn't you? Would you like to slide this," she gave his cock a meaningful squeeze, "between my sweet girls?"

Jeremy gave a weak groan, he'd never even imagined putting his dick between a gal's boobs, but as soon as she said it, it seemed the greatest thing in the world! He nodded again and she laughed.

"Let me up baby, I'll take care of you right."

She pushed him away and then she sat up. Reaching for her nightstand, she opened a drawer and pulled out a small tube of lube and squirted some of it on her hand. Then she lay back and beckoned him over. She guided him so that he was straddling her chest and his heavy cock slapped down into the valley of her cleavage. She stroked him, smearing the oily lube on his shaft and making it as slippery as her pussy.

"Now, you just thrust yourself into my titties. Pretend its a cunt and you can fuck it as hard as you want. Go ahead, paperboy!"

It flashed in Jeremy's mind that she might not know his name, but the thought was chased away by the sensation of his dick sliding between her pillowy breasts. The heat, the pressure of her body wrapped around his, made masturbating pale in comparison. This was heaven! Flexing his hips, he drove himself into the folds of her flesh, the head of his prick popping out the top when he was fully forward.

"Oh that looks so good, baby," Mrs. Charles cooed. "I love the feeling of you! Oh god, it's so nasty, but so wonderful. Fuck my titties you sweet boy!"

Bracing himself against the wall above her headboard, Jeremy plowed the valley of her cleavage. As the head of his dick appeared at the top of her mounds, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the tip. Globs of precum seeped out of him, smearing her chest and she tried to lick it up as much as she could.

"Spray me," she whispered. "Let me see you explode, baby! I want to watch it up close like this. I want it all over me!"

Jeremy shook with excitement. His cock had never felt so good and he could feel his orgasm was on the brink. Looking down, staring at her pretty face with the curly hair framing her delicate features, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride that he was in bed with her. Who better to take his virginity, he thought.

"Oh god, here it comes, Mrs. - Janine! I'm coming, Janine!"

His hips were a blur as he fucked her tits until he shot rope after gooey rope of sticky white jizz. It splattered against her chin, droplets splashed over her face and into her open mouth. She alternated between laughing gleefully and moaning deeply.

"Oh! So much! So much!"

Jeremy exhaled loudly and then lifted his leg over her body and knelt beside her. She reveled in the mess that he'd made on her chest and face, tracing her fingers through the gooey blobs puddled on her skin.

"I feel so dirty," she said, seemingly in awe of herself. "God I love it!" She flashed him a bright smile, her eyes wide and sparkling. Her eyes darted down and he followed her gaze. His dick was still hard, drops of cum dripping from the tip. Her eyes lit up even more and then she sprang forward, pushing him onto his back.

Before he could appreciate the sight of her boobs swinging and swaying, she was on top of him, her hand gripping his hard shaft and aimed at her slit. With a satisfied moan, Janine slid his cock into her and she sank her pussy down over him, burying him inside of her.

"Fuck you, Jim!" she shouted suddenly. "I don't need your lousy ass!"

She rode him hard, grinding her pussy against his steel shaft and then rising up before she slammed down on him. Both of them groaned loudly and the sound of slapping skin punctuated the rhythm. Jeremy felt the wetness pouring out of her, sliding around his balls and soaking the sheets beneath him.

He reached up and grabbed a hold of her swaying tits, squeezing them roughly and making her moan like a slut. She flashed him a wicked smile as she bounced on his cock, a wild look in her eyes as they rutted like animals.

"I want you to spunk me, paperboy! Give me that load deep inside my pussy. Wouldn't that be wild if you knocked me up?" She cackled gleefully and then leaned forward, pressing down on his chest as she worked her ass up and down, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a silk finger trap. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding over his shaft filled the room along with her grunts and moans.

"Oh gawd, Mrs. Charles!" Jeremy cried out, forgetting she wanted to be called Janine. "I'm going to come!"

"Give it to me, paperboy! Spunk Mrs. Charles! Fill me up with your jizz!"

Jeremy couldn't take it any longer. His dick felt like it grew even bigger and he was in sweet torture as he tried to hold back, but then he was blasting his load. His nuts contracted, sending his semen deep inside of the pastor's wife, just as her sugar walls were contracting around his shaft, drawing out every drop of his load.

"Oh fuck yes!" Janine cried out. "I'm coming right with you baby!"

Jeremy saw white and he was dizzy, even though he was lying down on the bed. He didn't remember Mrs. Charles getting off of him but when he looked up she was sprawled next to him on the bed. Her hair was a mess and she was covered in a fine sheet of sweat. Looking down he saw that his dick was slick with their combined juices and his thighs were sticky as well.

He worked to pull his shorts up, struggling to get them over his hips and thrashing about on the bed. Janine looked over at him and gave him a silent chortle before she reached between her legs and began rubbing.

"Got another round in you, sport?" She gave a laugh when Jeremy gave her an incredulous look. "Come back after you recover, paperboy. I'd fuck you again any day."

Jeremy took that as his dismissal. He rolled off the bed and adjusted himself properly. He gave her one last look before he turned towards the hall. The sight of her big, round, milky white tits etched into his memory forever.

Stumbling out the front door, he walked in a daze towards his bicycle that lay in the grass. As he pulled it up by the handle bar, he looked over and saw Hannah Morton, the lady next door, staring at him. She stood with her keys in her hand and a grocery bag in the other.

Hannah was another of those women Jeremy found sort of pretty. He'd never seen her made up, but he could imagine what she might look like in a sexy bra and panty set. After seeing Mrs. Charles without clothes, he wondered if more women were hiding lush, ripe bodies just aching for some attention.

He felt himself blush as Mrs. Morton stared at him with an incredulous look on her face and it made Jeremy realize he must look a fright. Could she tell, just by looking at him, that he'd just gotten laid? He let out a nervous laugh before getting on his bike and riding home.

For two days Jeremy replayed the events over and over in his head. His dreams were filled with the sight of Mrs. Charles in all her wanton, slutty glory. He felt like he was hard all of the time and in desperate need of release. He would have rushed over to see her again the next day, but his father forced him on a family camping trip. It was an agonizing two days that couldn't end quick enough.