Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.
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The Lawn Boy Collects - She has no money so the Lawn Boy takes her instead.
The doorbell rang and Tommy, the teenage boy who mowed her lawn every week, was standing on the porch. He had done their lawn since he was a young kid. It had been ages since she'd seen him. Now he was eighteen and was at least six feet tall.
"I need my money for mowing your lawn, Mrs. Miller."
"I don't have any cash to pay you. My husband will be back later tonight. Can I write you a check or I can pay you next week?"
"I don't take checks and I don't give credit. I want my cash."
"Wait here, I'll see what I can find." She walked into the bedroom and looked through the drawers trying to find some cash. She didn't realize that he'd followed her inside. There was no money in any of the drawers.
"Find anything?" he said, startling her. He was standing silhouetted in the bedroom doorway, filling the door frame. "It's OK if you don't have it," he said. She breathed a sigh of relief. "You're a good-looking woman, Mrs. Miller, there's another way to pay me."
"How?"
"A beautiful woman always has something she can pay with, her body."
"What are you talking about?
"I'll take your body instead of cash."
"In your dreams. You're just a little boy."
"Are you trying to make me mad? You're gonna see how little I am in a few minutes." He took three long strides and touched her arm. She pulled away.
"How dare you touch me. My husband will be home soon."
"No, he won't. He's working late all week. We have hours to play."
"I'll scream."
He grabbed her arm forcefully and pushed her hard against the wall. His body pressed against her, and his face was inches away from hers.
"If you scream or do anything I don't like, I will hurt you."
"I can't pay you like that, I won't," she said.
"Sure, you can. You have three holes to pay me with."
"But..."
He yanked on her arm pulling her into the large closet. He hadn't taken a shower or changed clothes since his last job, and he smelled like a man who worked outside in the heat all day. His body stank of sweat and grass clippings. The only men she was ever close to, smelled of soap and aftershave. His body odor disgusted her, but he also smelled strongly masculine. She realized how big and strong he was. She still thought of him as a skinny kid but was rethinking that fast. He had grown, and she knew she was in trouble.
He pulled a handful of her husband's neckties out of the closet, dragged her to the bed, and threw her down.
"Stop this now!" she said hoping to intimidate him. It didn't. She tried to scramble across the bed to get away, but he grabbed her ankles with enough force to create bruises and pulled her back.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said looming over her.
"What's the easy way?" she said staring at the imposing figure towering over her.
He opened his filthy pants. and pulled out his hard dick. "Show me what you can do with your mouth."
When she saw the size of his cock, she gasped. She didn't have a lot of sexual experience, but she wasn't a virgin when she got married either. No one she had been with was this size. Her husband wasn't close.
"No! I don't do that to my husband! I've never done it to anyone!"
"You've never sucked anyone's cock? A good-looking woman like you? I would have guessed you'd given plenty of blowjobs. What did you do for your boyfriends in high school and college? Did they have to settle for hand jobs?"
Tommy grinned, and said, "Well, I'm honored to be your first. It shouldn't be difficult. You did call me a little boy. Do you still think I'm little?"
"No. It's huge."
"Well, start sucking."
"Please, don't make me, I can't," she begged.
He held up the ties and said, "Then I guess it's the hard way. It might be easier for you. When I tie you up, you won't have any choice. You won't be able to move, and I can fuck your face as hard and deep as I want. Sometimes I lose control and just shove it all in." He grabbed one of her wrists.
"No wait! I'll do it." She sat up on the edge of the bed, and with great hesitancy, touched the head of his cock with her tongue. She made a distasteful face. His stench was more intense in his crotch; he tasted of urine and sweat. She gagged a little.
"Think how much your husband will like it when you show him what you learned from a women's magazine. Unless you tell him that you sucked off the yardman for a few bucks like a cheap whore. Maybe he'd like to save some money and you to pay me this way every week."
"Put my cock in your mouth," he said harshly.
She shook her head. He grabbed the back of her hair and shoved her head on his cock until about a quarter of it was in her.
"Mmm, your soft mouth feels good on my cock Mrs. Miller. You're the best-looking woman on the block. Now you're going to give me all your holes or I'm going to take them. It doesn't matter to me."
He pushed his cock another inch into her mouth. "Use your tongue on it, bitch. I'm taking it easy on you because you're a blowjob virgin. I can be much rougher. You should thank me for being so nice."
She ran her tongue all around the head and flicked it with her tongue. She was holding back tears and the urge to vomit.
"Oh, that feels good. You're a natural at this; a real blowjob queen. Much better than the other ladies in the neighborhood." He groaned. "That's it, suck it bitch."
He pulled his cock out and said, "Take off your shirt. I want to see your pretty titties." She shook her head, and he ripped it open, tearing the fabric and scattering buttons around the room. "Umm, no bra. Mrs. Miller, you've got great tits." He reached down and squeezed them hard. "You don't see many tits that are this big and so firm. How old are you, Mrs. Miller?"
She was silent.
"I'd guess you're in your early thirties. Your tits are amazing; there's no sag at all."
