At the End of the Week the House Still Needed Plenty of Fixing Up

When I told Herm I wanted to take a week off to go up to our summer cottage to clean and do some painting, he suggested I get someone to go along and help. I told him I’d thought about it but hadn’t been able to find anybody interested in making a few bucks, so I would just do it alone.

I planned to leave after lunch the next Friday. A couple of days before, Herm dropped into my office and said our friends Hal and Bev’s son Rufus, whom we’d watched grow from a freckle-faced kid to a strapping young man, would love to earn some extra money for school in the fall. He’d taken two years off after high school to earn money for college but had just been laid off from his job.

I arranged to pick Rufus up at a convenient spot that would be on my route north. Bev drove him to the meeting. I was so determined to get away without delay (we still had a three-hour drive ahead) that I hadn’t taken the time to change out of the business suit I’d worn for an important meeting that morning.

I took the jacket off and realized that that left me in a short, tight skirt that rode high enough on my thighs to expose the dark bands of my stockings and my garter clips. But hell, Bev and her boy were people I’d known forever, so I trusted they would understand.

I chatted with Bev while Rufus threw his stuff in the trunk; then we were off. We hadn’t been driving long when I glanced over and caught Rufus staring at my bust. For the first time it occurred to me that he might not be seeing me now just as a friend of his parents.

I’m not the kind to beat around the bush, so I said, “Rufus, are you staring at my breasts?”

He turned bright red and apologized. Then he said, “I was just thinking it’s impossible to believe that you’re my mother’s age. You don’t look like you’re even thirty yet. I was thinking of how my dad says what a beautiful woman you are. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

I asked him what else his father said about me. He hemmed and hawed awhile, until I assured him he could tell me and I would promise not to get mad at him. After all, he hadn’t said it to start with. He said he didn’t want to get his dad in trouble, and I pointed out that his parents are old, old friends of Herm’s and mine.

He looked down as he said, “He said you’re a hot-looking piece of ass. God, I shouldn’t be repeating this.”

I assured him again that it was all okay.

“He said that he’d give his left nut to be going off in the woods with you for a week.” He added that he thought his dad was being very disrespectful talking like that. He said he couldn’t believe the way his dad talked about his mom and other women.

That’s Hal, all right. There was a lot I could have said about his father’s disrespectful attitude toward women, but that wouldn’t have been appropriate. So I just said that I think what two people do intimately shouldn’t be discussed with anyone but the parties involved. Rufus said he agreed, and then chuckled. He said his dad thought he was still a virgin because he wouldn’t talk about the girls he had dated.

I felt the conversation was getting a little risqué, so I negotiated the car into the right-hand lane and pulled into a rest area, saying I had to use the restroom. When I came out, I went to the passenger door and asked Rufus if he would like to drive. Naturally he said yes and got out, then held the door for me to get in. It occurred to me that he got a flash of my white panty crotch as I did, because I saw a tent form in the front of his shorts.

He was so preoccupied driving that I just sat back and read my book until I needed to begin giving him directions. When we arrived, he volunteered to unload the car, and I had him come inside with me so I could direct him to the guest room to drop his stuff.

(“Guest room” is a fancy-sounding name for what at present is just the spare room in this “fixer-upper” house Herm and I’ve been trying to find time to get fixed up for the three years since we bought the place.)

He asked where my room was, and I told him not to worry, to please just get my stuff as well as all the cleaning and painting supplies I’d brought inside. He winked and said okay; he just hoped my room wasn’t far from his, which gave me that odd feeling again that I’d had when I caught him staring at my breasts. I dismissed it, though, and went to change, eager to finally get out of that damned suit.

While Rufus saw to the unloading, I changed into a baggy sweatshirt and jeans and felt a lot better! I fixed a salad and some burgers. While I did, he started a fire in the fireplace to ward off the evening chill. We ate reclining on pillows beside the fire, sharing a bottle of wine and talking about his plans to become a lawyer.

After my third glass of wine, I was feeling pretty mellow and declined a fourth. I stretched and started rubbing the back of my stiff neck. When Rufus moved over and began massaging my neck and shoulders, I moaned and then just gave in to it, relaxing facedown on the largest pillow while he continued to work his way down my spine, having pushed my sweatshirt up to my neck, revealing my bra strap.

Again I didn’t think much about it. Mostly I was realizing how tense I was from pressures at work and was genuinely enjoying the relief I was getting.

And then my young friend unhooked my bra! I knew from the way he did it, with just two fingers of one hand while the other hand continued to trace up and down my spine, that this wasn’t the first bra he had unhooked. I also knew that when I didn’t protest, he was likely to take further liberties, and soon enough he did.

First I felt his hard cock push up against my ass. Then his hot lips were on the back of my neck and he was sliding both hands around to cup my breasts. The back of my neck is one of the most sensitive areas of my body—it’s like that area is wired directly to my pussy, which was definitely feeling the effects. I knew also that if he didn’t try to fuck me, I would fuck him before the night was over. I love fucking young men, because they’re so energetic, with steel-hard cocks they can reload about as quickly as slipping a new clip in a pistol.

Rufus fondled my tits for several minutes while kissing and chewing on my tender neck and ears. His hands slid down to the buttons of my jeans, which he quickly undid. He rose up behind me and tugged my jeans and panties down to midthigh. A moment later I felt the blunt head of his cock probing the tight space between my thighs.

He found my entrance and slid as much of his cock in as the position allowed. He stroked slowly in and out for about fifteen seconds before drenching my pussy with his creamy come.

He remained inside me, still hard, apparently just enjoying the sensation of being inside me. (I know I was sure enjoying it!) After a couple of minutes he started to hump me again. I braced myself on my elbows and pushed myself up until I was on my knees with my ass up and more accessible to his thrusting cock.

It was similar in size to my husband’s except possibly a little thicker, which filled my pussy nicely. I love having a powerful man take me from the rear the way he was doing. His nuts slapped my swollen clit gently each time he drilled that yummy cock in me, driving me closer to orgasm with each stroke. But before I could get my rocks off, he exploded in me. Ah well, the young can be so excitable!

When Rufus rolled off me, needing to rest, I pulled my pants up, realizing I wasn’t exactly giving this upstanding young man a great lesson in marital fidelity. Well, that ship had sailed, so I said, “Why don’t we close the doors on the fireplace and go up and try doing it in a bed without clothes hindering us?”

While he closed up the fireplace and put the wine and glasses away, I went up to use the bathroom. When I sat on the toilet, a nice stream of come ran out of my pussy—I love it when I can make a man come in buckets. I washed my face, then stepped out and found Rufus lying naked on the turned-down bed with a full-bore erection ready for more action.

I stood beside the bed and pulled my top off, then dropped my already-loosened bra to the floor. I loved the raw lust plastered over Rufus’s face! I pushed my jeans down, kicked them away, and dropped my damp panties, then lay by him and said, “Seeing how you’ve already fucked me twice, is there any chance I could get a kiss?”

He moved into my arms and made tender love to me for a good half hour before mounting me in the missionary position and fucking me beautifully until we reached climax more or less together. We rested a little while, and then he fucked me for nearly an hour before his gun went off a fourth time.

Finally we slept. I awoke in the night when I felt him enter me from the rear in spoon position for a dreamy ten-minute fuck. I fell back to sleep with his cock still wedged in my cunt, acting like a cork to keep his come from escaping.

I’m an early riser, up at four every day, but when I awoke, my young stud was up and ready to plumb the depths of my pussy. I rolled over and welcomed him aboard for a brisk good-morning fuck, then went to shower and fix breakfast.

After breakfast I started cleaning inside while Rufus worked outside. I didn’t get much done, though, being interrupted throughout the day by a horny young man wanting his cock sucked and a piece of ass. I felt like a new bride, whereas my young stud was acting more like a kid in a candy store suddenly allowed to have anything he wanted.

When my husband called, I told him everything was fine. He hinted around as to whether Rufus tried anything, but I really don’t like talking about that sort of thing with Herm. He knows that I fool around, but it always seems to me best to leave it vague.

When he called the next morning, rather awkwardly, I had Rufus’s dick buried in me! I had to try to keep my composure as I talked to my husband while my twenty-year-old sex hammer was pounding away at me, having a ball with the position his balling had me in!

Herm knew something was up, so I told him I was horny and he had caught me masturbating. I doubt that he bought it, but there wasn’t much else he could say without coming out and asking me point-blank. So far he’s never done that.

Rufus seemed to really get excited from fucking me while I was on the phone and soon unloaded a fresh batch of cream in my cunt. When he rolled off, I snuggled up under his arm and asked if the risk of getting his nuts cut off always excited him, because my husband knew something was going on and I’d had to lie to him. He quickly developed another hard-on and mounted me for a reride!

He fucked me much slower this time, saying how he enjoyed being able to screw without using a condom (I’d told him I can’t get pregnant anymore) but was still amazed by how tight my pussy stayed after we did it repeatedly. “The first time,” he said, “you were so tight, I could hardly get it in. It must have been a long time since you had sex.”

I laughed and said, “It was the position, sweetie. As a matter of fact, I had sex twice just before I picked you up. The vagina’s like any other body part. The more you use it, the better condition it stays in.”

While sliding his cock gently in and out of me, he raised his head and looked in my eyes and asked, “Do men really eat pussy?”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Ohmygod, yes, they do. And women love getting head as much as men do. But it isn’t really ‘eating’ pussy. A man doesn’t really eat it. He kisses and licks in all the right places to send the woman reeling.”

Rufus sped up his thrusting and blew his wad. Then he asked if I’d teach him to eat my pussy. I said, “First we should freshen up and have something to eat.”

He asked if he could shower with me, and I said sure, we could soap each other’s hard-to-reach places. Can you believe that’s all it took to get him hard again? And he stayed that way all throughout our shower.

He tried to slip it to me, but I said, “No more fucking till after pussy-eating class.”

He wanted to go up to bed as soon as we finished breakfast, but a car drove in. It was Luke, a neighbor from down the road I pay to keep an eye on the place when we’re not there. I invited him in for coffee and paid him what I owed him.

When he left, Rufus tried to drag me up to the bedroom, but I told him that his pussy-eating lesson would have to wait till bedtime—I had to get some work done to show for the week.

He sulked most of the day and in truth wasn’t much of a help, which after all was supposed to be the reason he was there! But at least I got some walls scraped and ready for painting.

At bedtime I told Rufus to get in bed when he wanted, that I’d be ready in half an hour. I douched, showered, and shaved my legs, then powdered my body and put a dab of perfume behind my ears before joining my waiting young stud. He was sweet and tender, kissing every inch of me, then looking up and saying, “What do I do now, teacher?”

I said, “Men are natural-born pussy eaters, sweetie, so go and get yourself a tasty snack.” He didn’t dive in, but took his time exploring my folds and long labia while he licked and kissed my entire crotch. Fifteen minutes later he looked up and said, “Where is your clitoris? I haven’t seen anything sticking up like a hard-on.” So I explained the anatomy of the vagina.

I was treated to another long tongue lashing before he moved up and slipped his cock in my cunt. He was so excited after eating me that he came in less than a minute. In the short while it took him to get hard again, he ate me out again. After he fucked me again, I told him someday he was going to make some lucky woman a wonderful husband.

When the week was over Rufus wanted to stay on, but I said I had to get back, both to work and to my husband. That reminded me that I still had to figure out what I was going to tell Herm. Luckily, he doesn’t usually press if he sees I don’t want to talk about something.

—F.B., Bridgeport, Connecticut