Carrie Sherman stood at the sink, running cool water over a clean dishtowel. She wrung it out with slim fingers then placed the cloth under her blonde hair against her neck.
God! She was so hot! She had been working to get the house settled all day, unpacking boxes and arranging furniture. She and Howard had been waiting for months to get into this suburb and she really wanted everything to be perfect.
However, it wasn't just the heat and the work that had the young wife overheated. Since Robert had gone back to work, she had hired a neighborhood boy to help her.
She had heard all the rumors about Tommy Hanson, of course. The young blond 18-year-old stud had quite a reputation around the small block. There were even whispers that Tommy had seduced other wives into illicit affairs.
Carrie hadn't believed it. She hadn't believed it until she had actually met the stunning young man.
She wiped the cool cloth down the front of her chest thinking of the tall blonde with the boyish smile. The day had started off well, the two working together to make some sense of the house's mess. It was nearing noon when she had first noticed the youth watching her as she bent over to pick up boxes, trying to catch a glimpse of the young wife's ample cleavage. Carrie tried to ignore the look, turning around, but she could feel his eyes crawling over her ass.
Carrie had trouble understanding her reaction to Tommy's gaze. She felt angry, but at the same time she could feel a rush of heat burning her face. She was a happily married woman! She certainly wasn't attracted to this…boy?
Still, the young man seemed to be having an effect on her. Perhaps, she thought, her emotions were in an uproar because she and Howard had been unable to find time together, what with the move, his job and life in general. She realized that she craved the attention of the young man. Carrie had decided to have a little fun with the neighborhood stud. After all, what harm could a little teasing do?
She had unbuttoned her white shirt one button, revealing more of her cleavage for Tommy. She had felt so naughty, her pussy immediately wet as she bent over and gave the boy a great shot of her breasts. When she had raised her head, she caught him looking and smiled when she saw him blush.
"Are you OK, Tommy?" She had asked innocently.
Tommy stood up straight.
"Yep. Just a little hot in here is all."
With that, Tommy had removed his T-shirt, revealing his muscular chest and rippled stomach. His chest was covered with an almost invisible down of blond hair, each strand glistening with sweat.
Carrie had gulped her throat suddenly dry. She suddenly felt light-headed.
"I…I think you’re right. Would you like something to drink?"
Tommy smiled; the effect he was having on the young wife was obvious.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Carrie had stumbled to the kitchen, her knees weak.
She squeezed the cloth, cool water dripping down her chest between her breasts. She tried to block out the thoughts of the young man from her mind, but was finding it increasingly difficult. She knew that she would have to go back soon, but she needed more time to cool off.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. Carrie felt a presence behind her. She turned, only to find herself trapped between the sink and the muscular body of Tommy Hanson.
"Tommy? What are you doing?"
Tommy smiled confidently, no longer the blushing young boy. "I decided I wasn't thirsty."
Carrie pushed against his chest, trying to get free, but it was no use. When she touched the smooth skin of his chest, all she could think of was how much better looking he was than her own husband.
"Tommy…please." She begged, breathlessly. She should have been scared, but instead she was incredibly aroused. "What do you want?"
Tommy seemed to look right through her.
"The same thing you want, Mrs. Sherman."
Tommy lowered his lips, trapping her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. She mewled deep in her throat as his rough tongue penetrated her lips, tasting her spit. Tommy continued sucking, until he felt the once faithful wife's tongue slip through his own lips, returning the kiss.
He pulled away from her, Carrie's hungry mouth thirsting for more.
"You're just a little tease, aren't you, Mrs. Sherman?
Carrie lowered her eyes in shame. Tommy raised her chin in one strong hand.
"I don't like it when women try to tease me. I think it's time to show you what happens to little cock teasers in my neighborhood."
"Please, Tommy! I can't do this! My husband…"
"You should have thought of that before you strutted your stuff out there. Now, you're gonna' have to go all the way!"
All other protests were cut off as Tommy covered her mouth with another kiss. Carrie was helpless as he ripped open her white shirt, buttons bouncing crazily across the linoleum floor. As he tossed the ruined shirt away, he revealed her orange bra, barely containing her huge tits. Tommy growled and buried his face in her flesh, sucking and biting, each touch of his mouth sending electric shocks through her body.
"Tommy…oh God! Tommy…you have to stop…please!"
Tommy was beyond hearing as he turned the weakening young bride around and bent her over the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He tugged at her jeans, yanking them down over her firm ass and pushing them to her ankles. He held her in strong arms and ordered her to step free and Carrie meekly complied.
"That's right you little tease! Pretty soon you're gonna' be just another slut!"
The words stung. He was right! She couldn't fight the uncontrolled fire of desire raging through her body. She wanted him!
She tried in vain to think of her husband, but the thoughts were stripped away with her bra and panties. She was helpless, naked in her own kitchen, her ripe ass and pussy swaying in anticipation of her lover's next move. [-split-] Tommy didn't want to disappoint his new plaything. He had seduced almost every young wife on the entire street, but never one who was as hot for it as Carrie Sherman. He smacked her ass just to hear her moan, then pulled his cock free from his boxers.
Carrie couldn't see his cock from her position, but she certainly felt the huge head as it rubbed up against the entrance to her pussy.
"Oh my God! You feel so big!"
"That's right, slut, and pretty soon it's gonna' be in that sweet little pussy. What would your husband think of his pretty little wife if he could see her right now?"
Carrie didn't want to think of her husband at this moment, so she didn’t answer. Tommy laughed cruelly and began to rub the fat head of his cock against the wet and ready pussy lips of the shamed housewife. Carrie moaned loudly as the cock slid up and down, bumping against her swollen clit. She soon realized that it wasn't enough and to reach climax she would need more stimulation.
Tommy continued his slow teasing of the wife's pussy.
"What's that, Mrs./ Sherman? I can't hear you."
"Oh God, Tommy! Please…please put it in me!"
"I don't know, Mrs. Sherman. Maybe you're right, maybe we shouldn't do this."
Tommy made as if to pull away and Carrie screamed.
"No! Tommy…don't leave me like this! I need it. Please!"
Carrie was crying tears of frustration, begging the young man to fulfill her need. Tommy leaned over her and grabbed a handful of blonde hair.
"You see how mean it is to tease someone, Mrs. Sherman?"
Carrie nodded, tears dripping off her nose.
"You're never gonna' tease anyone again, are you?"
Tommy pushed the tip of his cock past Carrie's swollen cunt lips. She gasped at the pain of having such a huge cock forcing its way through her tight entrance.
"No, Tommy. N…never again."
"That's right." Tommy let go of her hair and patted her head like a favored pet. "From now on you're gonna' be my little slut, aren't you?
Tommy rammed half of his cock into her pussy and Carrie groaned. He was bigger than she had thought. Already he was reaching places her husband had never touched.
"Yes, Tommy!" "Yes, what?"
"Yes! I'm your little slut!"
Tommy jammed in the last few inches of his cock until his balls slapped wetly against her pelvis. Carrie screamed and collapsed against the counter top as her young master hammered expertly into her slim body, pinning her like an animal to the counter.
"Oh, God! Yes, Tommy! That's it, baby! Fuck your little slut! Oh! Fuck!
The profanities spewed from her mouth, something that had never happened with her husband. She really was becoming a slut, reveling in the vicious fucking and the lewd words. She began to pump her ass back against Tommy's thrusts, their bodies meeting in a rhythmic pounding of flesh. It wasn't long before she could no longer hold back her orgasm.
Her body convulsed violently as she released all her pent up lust. Her pussy flooded with juice that spilled out of her cunt and coursed down her thighs. Tommy kept pounding her again and again until she was taken by a second and a third orgasm. She had never reached three orgasms in such a short period and when he finally stopped, she was shivering with exhaustion.
Tommy pulled out his cock and ordered her to kneel in front of him. She no longer had the will to refuse and lowered herself wearily, the linoleum cold on her knees. She looked up at Tommy with eyes clouded with lust and saw him stroking his livid cock, the balls red and swollen with his sperm. She knew what he was going to do and instead of being repulsed by the thought, she felt her mouth water.
"That's right, slut, time to finish me off. I want you to jack me off all over your face so I can see what a real slut looks like."
Carrie obeyed, her wedding ring glittered as she took his meaty cock in her hand began to stroke him eagerly. She never did this for Howard, always making him cum inside of her so at least she couldn't see the filthy liquid. But after what had just happened, it no longer mattered. "Oh, yeah, slut! Stroke that cock! Make me cum all over your pretty face. I'm gonna' leave you all nice and sticky for your hubby tonight! Oh! FUCK! YEAH!"
Tommy shook and Carrie felt his huge cock throb, then suddenly she felt huge globs of warm, soupy liquid splash across her face. It splattered into her blonde hair and pooled in her open mouth, dripping down her chin. Tommy was coherent enough to aim a final blast at her chest, spurting hot jizz over Carrie's tits.
He left her there, on the floor of her kitchen, cum dripping off her once faithful body, promising to return the next day to finish the job. Carrie shivered, not in fear, but anticipation.
Carrie smiled to herself, completely satisfied with her punishment for teasing.