Tyler Bradman and his - girlfriend, Rachel, were having a great time. They'd gone to the movies, eaten candy and ice cream, held hands, passionately kissed and did a little petting in the cozy dark of the theater.
During which, young Tyler, a horny young man of 19, actually felt his dick start to harden. No small feat, considering that he'd been drained nearly to the point of impotence four times earlier in the day.
And not by little Rachel, who cooed and moaned as they kissed, her hand casually stroking the boy's cock in his pants.
"Tonight's gonna be the night, baby, I'm so ready..." she growled, biting his tongue as it stabbed into her eager mouth. "I promise..."
"Oh...oh...God..I mean, oh, good, baby, good..." Tyler moaned, feeling his dick start to harden but stopping just shy of full engorgement.
He palmed his jacket coat, feeling for the pills. The Viagra. Mrs. Wilson had given them to him earlier, old pills her ex had left behind when he left her. The same very sexy, very horny and very dominating 65-year-old Mrs. Wilson whose lawn Tyler cut regularly. The beautiful Mrs. Wilson whom had wrenched four massive loads from him that day, starting at the beach and finishing later at her house.
And it was Mrs. Wilson's house, where Tyler had gone with Rachel in tow, to collect mowing money owed, where Rachel sat in the living room as Mrs. Wilson used her thighs to get the boy off in the basement, and where later, as Rachel waited in his car, the horny old woman locked his face up her fleshy old ass as she sucked the fourth load of the day from him.
Tyler had wanted to fuck Rachel since they first started dating weeks ago, but the 20-year-old girl kept putting him off. He was a polite boy, eager and horny but respectful, never pushing himself on her. And that day at Mrs. Wilson's house, Rachel had whispered that tonight he'd get lucky, over at a friend's house she planned on using.
And now they were at the movies, making out, fondling in the dark, the promise looking like it would become reality. Tyler broke away from Rachel, saying he had to use the bathroom.
"Hurry back, stud," Rachel hissed, winking at him as he left.
He got to the bathroom, fumbling in his pocket for the pills. He looked at the bottle's expiration date: Two years old.
"Fuck," he said to himself, gobbling down two, praying they had some kick left.
He returned to Rachel, and she practically climbed all over him as they kissed some more, Tyler anxious to feel the pill's effects. The movie ended, and they drove toward Linda's house, whose parents were away. Rachel ran her hand up Tyler's leg as he drove, fondling his cock, which much to her shock was surprisingly rubbery. She shot him a curious look.
"Is there something wrong, Tyler?" she asked gently. "Usually, when we...you know, fooled around a little, it was...well, harder and bigger than this..."
"Uh...sorry, honey...I'm...I'm a...a little nervous, ya know?" he stammered.
"You never had trouble getting hard before, even when you knew you weren't gonna get laid, Tyler," she said in a soft, almost hurt voice. "It's me, isn't it.."
"NO! Shit no, Rachel, no, no, I swear, it's just that...I had a long day, and now that we're...now that it's real...it's just that..."
"Damn, Tyler, sorry I made you wait so long, I mean a few weeks but still," Rachel sighed, sitting back in her seat and folding her arms over her abundant young chest. "I understand...you're nervous..But it'll be worth it, I swear..I mean, aren't I worth it?"
"Hell yes!" he gushed, smiling and willing his cock to harden, praying the old pills would get him where he needed to be. "Trust me, honey...let's just...let's just get there..."
He cursed Mrs. Wilson in his mind, even as the memory of her domination of him caused his dick to stir just a little bit more toward hardness. They pulled into Linda's yard, and walked to the front door, hand in hand, where Linda stood grinning.
"See ya, you love birds," she laughed, walking to her car. "I'll be back by midnight or so, my parents are gone until at least then. Enjoy!"
"Oh, we will, and thanks, Linda," Rachel said, giving her friend a quick hug.
They walked inside, Rachel closing the door behind her and pushing Tyler up against it and she against him, kissing him deeply with her arms around his neck. She backed them both up slowly, tumbling backwards onto the living room couch, the lighting already dim, pre-set by the thoughtful Linda.
They kissed deeply, moaning into each other's mouths, hands roaming young bodies. Tyler's hand slipped up Rachel's thigh bared in her short skirt, cupping her tight young ass as she ran her fingers to his crotch. And stopping as she didn't feel the hardness she was expecting their foreplay to bring.
"It's OK, honey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous," she cooed soothingly, undoing his belt and unsnapping his pants as he looked at her doing it, breath coming in panting gasps.
"I'm not...let's just...let me..." he mumbled, forcefully yet gently pushing her back against the couch, her sexy legs splayed apart, her white thong panty damp between them. "I want...let me take care of you, baby...please..."
She smiled, a finger held to her lips to coyly suck as Tyler knelt between her legs, kissing one thigh then the other, inhaling the delicious sweet scent of her pussy, freshly showered and scented with delicate perfume. He nuzzled his way up those smooth-as-silk thighs, licking gently, kissing, kneading, then hooked his fingers into her panties. Rachel obligingly lifted her gorgeous ass off the sofa cushions as Tyler slowly pulled her thong down and off, tossing it aside.
"Oh my God," he groaned, looking into the perfectly smooth, shaven and gleaming wet pussy before him.
He snuggled in, pulling Rachel's meaty young thighs up onto his shoulders as he buried his face in her moist quim. Her entire body shivered, her head tilting back with eyes closed, as Tyler licked her. His tongue ran up from her trembling little hole to her engorged clit and down again, feeling her thighs tense in response, tighter around his head.
As Mrs. Wilson's had as he'd eaten her. He tried not thinking those thoughts, he tried focusing on the moment, the fact he was licking his girlfriend's hot shaven cunt and not the hirsute one of a woman two generations up on him. But he couldn't help it, and his dick hardened as evidence how much he couldn't help, nor wanted to, thinking of Mrs. Wilson.
"Oh, God, God, GOD Tyler!" Rachel hissed, running her hands through his hair as he settled in on a dribbling motion of tongue to her clit, which she clearly seemed to like the most. "Finger...put a finger in my baby while you do that! Finger my hole, finger that pussy!"
Tyler loved her instruction, raw and nasty and obeyed, opening his mouth to extend his tongue like a lizard's, flashing it back and forth rapidly, forking the middle finger of his right hand into Rachel's hungry, milking cunt, the walls closing around it.
He curled his other hand up around her right hip, spreading her lips with it, baring her oily clit even more, making it stick straight out, a greasy nubbin that he flickered madly with his tongue. She tensed, groaned, panted, and came on his tongue, grabbing his hair in one hand and pulling it until Tyler winced in pain.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCCCCCCKKKK!" Rachel screamed as she orgasmed against Tyler's mouth.
