0 comments/ 224575 views/ 10 favorites Young Tommy By: mangrove jack “Hi Mrs. Moore, I’m Tommy Slack, is Jemmina home?” Tommy Slack stood at the door to the Moore`s new mansion, nervously waiting for an answer. He was looking for Jemmina because his mates in the city eleven had told him, “Jemmina Moore fucks.” He did not mix in their social circle but his sporting ability had introduced him to their privileged group. The fact that his participation in their teams had lifted them to top positions in the district competition had made it imperative that they make him welcome and look after him. They had in recent weeks taken an interest in his continuing virginity; eventually they had settled on Jemmina Moore as the answer. Having made that decision they set out to convince him to make a play for Jemmina. He had thought it over and reluctantly decided if he was to loose his cherry he would have to find someone who liked cock. If what they had said was true, then Jemmina was his answer. He had decided to meet Jemmina and ask her out. Jemmina did not go to his school. She went to an upper class all girls’ school, far removed from working class lads like him. He had traveled across town and out to her parent’s estate to ask her out, only to find she was not home. What will I do now? He thought. I will never get up the courage to come back. The thirty-year-old brunette who had answered the door looked down at Tommy and liked what she saw. “I’m not Mrs. Moore I’m their maid, Jemmina`s not home. Can I help you?” Tommy blushed. Of course, she could help him. Any woman could help him loose his virginity. His mind went blank he could not tell her why he had come and could not think of anything to say. Molly Brown grinned at his embarrassment. He is quite a lad she thought as she studied his thick chest and long frame. His blonde hair was shiny and well kept. His clothes were spotlessly clean and pressed. He had obviously spent some time preparing for his visit to the Moore`s mansion. Molly had led an active sex life until she came to work for the Moores. She came from a poor Irish family and could recognize a lad who had gone to a lot of trouble to come courting. Poor bugger, she thought, Jemmina is a stuck up bitch; she sleeps around but she won’t have any thing to do with a working class boy. “Come in lad, I’ll get you a drink.” Tommy studied Molly as he followed her through to the kitchen. She was much shorter than him maybe five-two, her narrow waist made her arse look big, but to Tommy it was a great arse. He liked her black curly hair and her round smiling face, but it was her legs and what was between them that interested him most. From the rear, her legs looked muscular yet curvy. She is a bit of all right for an oldie, he thought. “I’m Molly,” she said as she sat him down and brought him a coke. “Do you know Jemmina?” Tommy spluttered in his drink, “no,” he finally responded. “I wanted to meet her. I’m in the state sporting squad and all my mates talk about her.” I was coming out this way and thought I would drop in and say hullo.” Molly smiled “what have your mates been saying about Jemmina that made you want to call on her?” Tommy had been studying Molly’s chest. Her boobs had caught his eye. They were large and seemed to push her blouse so that the buttons were in danger of popping open. His mind raced. What a question. What can I say? I can’t say she is supposed to be easy and I came looking for a fuck. “They told me she liked winners,” he stammered as he dropped his eyes to the floor, embarrassed at the question and his answer. Molly smiled at his embarrassment. “Are you a winner then?” she asked, letting him off the hook. Tom looked up into her smiling Irish eyes. “I won two state junior boxing titles, the best and fairest medal for soccer, player of the year at squash and scored the most runs for the city cricket team. I love sports” Molly whistled. “My god that’s quite a record. You must have all the girls chasing you.” Tommy felt a little more relaxed in her company. She made him feel good. He looked up at her, “quiet truthfully that’s why I came here to meet Jemmina. I don’t have a girl friend. I spend my time training. I am never home and don’t see much of my old crowd. My teammates from up here told me to try Jemmina and I came out to call on her.” Molly knew Jemmina slept around. She watched Tommy as he blushed and stammered his explanation. He has been told about her all right. He has come here looking to be laid. Poor young bugger she thought he`s quite good looking. He must be desperate to come right out here on such a slim chance. She bent over in front of him giving him a chance to see down her blouse as she picked up his glass. “You could do better than Jemmina, there must be other girls,” she whispered. Tommy saw the deep vee between her large white breasts and quickly looked away. Molly was impressed most men would have grabbed the opportunity for a quick perv. She placed her hand under his chin “Look at me,” she whispered. “You are too good for this mob they will chew you up and spit you out. They are sharks they think their money and power can buy anything. Get out of here lad.” He grabbed her hand, “thank you,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have come.” Molly melted. He is lovely, she thought as he looked into her eyes still not staring at her boobs. She felt the strength in his hand she looked at his clean young body and felt warmth in her pussy. He is a bit young for me, but if he came out here looking to be laid, why don’t I accommodate him she thought. Her nipples tingled at the though of this strong young man in her arms. She had not had a man for months. Her last arrangement had collapsed when the old bastard she had chosen as a partner tried to get his kicks by inflicting pain. “Stand up lad and let’s look at you,” she ordered. She stood back as he stood blushing, looking everywhere but into her eyes. “You’re a handsome young man. Tell me truthfully did they tell you that Jemmina is a slut. That she’s an easy lay.” Tommy was stunned he did not want to admit that he had come out here for that very reason. His could feel his face grow hot as he realized Molly had worked him out. She put her arm around him and hugged him. “Go home lad,” She tried to push him towards the back door, “Get out of here, this house is not a place for a nice lad like you.” Tommy did not want to go. He was horny. His cock had grown hard when she pulled his body close to hers. He put his arm around Molly and leant in to kiss her good bye. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. She had turned her head and his lips brushed hers, “thank you for being so nice,” he cried. Molly looked into his blue eyes and started to wilt. Tommy tried again to kiss her. This time their lips met and her mouth opened. He panicked. She is kissing me back, he thought as her hands came up around his back and pulled him closer. He hesitated before letting his tongue creep into her mouth. His cock lurched when her mouth and tongue welcomed him. Molly had been in two minds. She kept thinking he could not stay here. At the same time, she felt the tingle in her breasts and pussy. Why don’t I give him what he came looking for, she thought. An afternoon in bed will satisfy both of us. She returned his kiss as his tongue tentatively sought hers. Tommy could not believe his luck he was kissing a woman. He had had very little experience kissing. None of the few girls he had kissed kissed him as Molly was kissing him now. Her big breasts were pushed hard against him, her hands were stroking his back, her tongue was active in his mouth. His cock responded, it stood up hard. He could feel it jammed between their bodies. Molly too could feel Tommy’s cock growing harder and pushing into her stomach. He is big for a boy she thought, as her pussy grew moist. She held him tight and ran her hands down his backside pulling him hard against her so she could check out his erection. Tommy felt her hands on his bottom. If she can do that so can I, he thought. He ran his hands up under her arms. He wanted to play with her tits but their bodies were close together and it was too difficult. Molly realized what Tommy wanted. Now you will have to make up your mind she thought. You let him feel you up and take him back to your room or you send him home. She smiled to herself he is very young and inexperienced. I could teach him how to do me nicely. She looked around. Mrs. Moores out by the pool, no one will know. Tommy was unaware of Molly’s thoughts. He moved his hands up her back to her neck. Holding her head in his hands, he used every kissing technique he had learnt from his few girlfriends. He kept kissing not knowing what to do next. She was still kissing him back. Does that mean she will let me go further? He wondered. He ran his hands down to her butt. Working steadily he kept moving her skirt up until his hand was on bare flesh. Bloody hell it’s a thong, he thought as his fingers ran along the material to the crack of her arse. Molly smiled, this young buggers really getting horny. She shivered when his hand touched the cheeks of her backside. I’ll let him go and see what he does, she though as her pussy become wet. Tommy stood with his hands on her bare backside with his cock pushed hard against her stomach. He kept kissing her, his lips sliding from her mouth to her neck. He wanted to kiss down to her tits but he was tall and she was short. Their height difference made it impossible for him to reach them without pulling out of her arms. He slid his hands down under her butt and lifted her off the ground. “What are you doing,” she gasped as she slid up his body until her tits were level with his face, “You’re a strong young bugger,” she grunted as his mouth nuzzled her tits through her blouse. His voice muffled by her blouse and tits, he mumbled, “I want to kiss them,” Molly laughed, “Put me down,” Tommy thinking she wanted him to stop said “no!” Molly was still laughing. “My god you’re strong,” she cried as she struggled in his arms, her feet still high above the floor. “Oh my god,” she laughed when his mouth sucked on her bra, “wait just wait.” Tommy realized that she wasn’t angry. Still holding her up off the floor, he walked over, laid her on her back on the kitchen table, and started to unbutton her blouse. Molly was overwhelmed she had never met anyone so strong and yet so gentle. He had picked her up like a baby. He was taking the time to undo buttons when she had expected him to rip her clothes away. When he reached her bra she murmured, “It opens in the front.” Tommy was all thumbs he had never undressed a girl before. He couldn’t believe that Molly was letting him open her bra. He wondered how far she would let him go before she stopped him. Every other time he had tried to remove a bra his date had stopped him as soon as he reached bare flesh. He held his breath and waited for her objection as her large firm white breasts spilled out into his hands. “They are beautiful,” he groaned as he lifted them in his hands. When she did not object, he ran his fingers under them and moved up to play with her nipples. Her nipples stood out like golf tees. He held them between his finger and thumb rolling them lightly, still waiting to be stopped. Molly relaxed. She had been surprised at his strength. He had picked her up and placed her on the kitchen table without any obvious effort. For a minute, she had panicked. He’s a strong young bugger maybe he’ll be too rough. Memories of her bad experience with her last live in lover flooded back, chilling her to the bone. She need not have worried. Her big white breasts with their long dark brown nipples were enough for him at present. He gently rolled her nipples between finger and thumb, gasping, as he felt them grow hard. His heart beat wildly as he kissed down to lick around a nipple. He was still amazed when Molly did not object. He smiled and took more of her breast in his mouth when he heard her groan of pleasure. He was breathing heavy, using his tongue and mouth. He felt his prick start to leak come. Bloody hell he thought what do I do now. Should I try to remove her skirt and her thong? Should I go for her pussy? He gripped her nipple between his teeth pulling it until she groaned. He was struggling to control an urge to speed things up. His head was buzzing with questions. Will she let me fuck her? Do I take my time and just kiss her breasts? Will she stop me if I move down to her pussy? Molly could not believe how Tommy’s tongue licking her nipples was turning her on. Most men grabbed a handful of tit gave it a squeeze and moved on to her pussy. Tommy on the other hand was sucking like a baby. She relaxed and enjoyed the gentle suck of his warm wet mouth. He surprised her by stopping. She watched as he held her tits in his hands and stood looking at them. Slowly his long tongue licked up from under her nipple causing the most exquisite feeling in her pussy. Her body jolted as a mini orgasm hit her. “Oh my God,” she whispered. She ran her hands through his hair and held his head. She had never had an orgasm caused by a man kissing her tits. She shook her head, not just her tits. In all her lovemaking, she had never become so hot and agitated from any man’s mouth. Tommy grunted when her hands ran through his hair and held him by the ears. He held his breath waiting to see what she would do. He gasped for air when she moved his mouth to her other nipple. “Do them both darling,” she moaned, “do them both.” Molly moved her legs wide inviting him to run his hands up her legs and caress her pussy. She was very wet and her pussy itched for his fingers or his cock. She was putty in his hands. Lying on her kitchen table, she was prepared to do anything he wanted to do. “Yes anything,” she whispered as his head bobbed up and down sucking her nipple. Tommy thought he heard her say anything. “Did you say anything?” He asked. Molly pulled his head down to her breasts, “yes anything.” She rolled on her side so her hands could reach his cock. Tommy held his breath as Molly slid his zipper down and inspected his angry cock. He blushed when Molly looked up at him. “I knew you would be big,” she growled as she ran her tongue out and licked her lips. Tommy stopped licking her nipples. He stood and watched as thirty-year-old Molly maneuvered her body on the table until her mouth could close on his eighteen-year-old cock. She started to lick along his shaft. Then her mouth opened and swallowed the head, taking it in, until he though he could feel the back of her throat. While she mouthed his cock, her hand started to move up and down his shaft. Her eyes never left his face as her mouth sucked him deeper. He tried to pull away. “Oh hell I won’t last.” He cried. She lifted her head and looked up at him. Her big Irish eyes seemed to laugh as she whispered, “don’t worry, we have all afternoon. We can do it again.” Tommy had never had anyone touch his cock let alone suck and lick it. It was only minutes before he felt a build up in his balls. “I’m not joking,” he whispered as he felt his come start to spurt. Molly’s mouth worked wonders, swallowing his spurts while her hands milked his cock until there was none left. She pulled back, his cock in her hands, cum leaking from one corner of her mouth and smiled at him. “Did you like that sweetie?” Tommy bent down and kissed her on the lips. “That was awesome I have never had a blow job before, I can’t wait until you do it again.” Molly laughed, “You are a greedy young bugger, it’s your turn now. Then I will do it again.” “My turn?” Tommy asked. “Yes your turn,” she said, as she lifted her bottom and ripped her thong off, throwing it in the corner. She lay on the kitchen table, raised her knees, and opened her legs. “Kiss me lover, it’s your turn, kiss me,” she groaned. Tommy looked at her pussy. He had never seen one, other than in diagrams in sex Ed class. “Its beautiful,” he gasped. Not knowing where to start he gingerly ran his fingers over the moist patch of hair. Molly could not wait. She took his hand and pushed it down on her pussy. “Open it with you fingers, and then kiss it,” she whispered. Tommy found her slit and slipped his finger inside. It was warm and wet. He leant in and sniffed her aroused body odor. His cock immediately grew hard and erect. “I want to fuck you,” he growled. “Kiss me first,” Molly moaned. “Then we can fuck all afternoon.” Tommy held her pussy lips open and saw a little white nub behind some flaps of skin. He ran his finger up to the nub and caressed it lightly. His tongue followed his finger. He licked the little nub as if he was licking an ice cream. Immediately Molly’s body bucked up into his face. Her hands grabbed his head. A low moan escaped from her mouth. Tommy felt her reaction and realized that he had done something she liked, so he did it again and again. Every time his tongue touched the little erect nub, Molly’s body jolted up against his face. He kept it up, flinching as her fingernails gripped him tight. She started to whine when what was obviously an orgasm hit her. Her reactions made his cock harder. It felt as though it was about to explode. He tried to push up and watch her body as its jolting intensified. Without any warning, Molly grabbed his head and pulled him back into her pussy. Her legs came up around his ears and squeezed him tight. He found it hard to breath. His nose was now in her pussy surrounded by the smell and taste of her juice. He found a hole, stuck his tongue in, and licked. She bucked and let him loose. He looked and discovered he had tried to stick his tongue in her arse. Tommy stood back blushing and looked at Molly. She was flushed. She was breathing heavy, her mouth hung open. She was hot. He felt his cock move and looked down. It was standing out as if straining to reach her. Now, he though, now. Aloud-buzzing noise made Tommy jump, “what was that?” he gasped. “It’s the bloody intercom Mrs. Moore must want something.” Tommy listened as Mrs. Moore’s voice asked, “Where are you Molly?” "I’m in the kitchen,” Molly said as she pushed Tommy away and straightened her clothes. “I only want some ice for my scotch. I will come down and get it. I’ve had enough sun.” Within minutes, Mrs. Moore pushed through the kitchen door. Tommy gasped when he saw her. She was magnificent. His mouth went dry as he studied her. His dreams were full of bodies like hers. He licked his lips. She wore a bikini that was so tiny he thought he could see the edge of her pussy lips not covered by the tiny wisp of white cloth. The small light frame of her mini bra pushed up her heavy breasts. She was brown as a berry. Her long legs were not muscled; their skin seemed to ripple when she walked. He thought it obvious that she did little or no exercise. In his opinion, she did not need it. “Who’s this?” she asked, when she spied Tommy. “This is Tommy Slack. He came to call on Jemmina,” Molly explained. “When she wasn’t home, he joined me here for a cool drink before returning home.” Mrs. Moore could smell sex. She saw Molly’s thong on the floor near the wall. Tommy was flushed. He had been buttoning up his shirt when she entered. They have been fucking she thought. As that thought hit her, she looked again at Tommy. It was obvious that he could not keep his eyes off her body. She smiled. I must have disturbed them. He looks hungry for a woman, too hungry and horny to have just finished fucking. She smiled I will have some fun. She turned to Tommy, “I have to drop down to the post office. I can give you a lift into town if you like,” she said as she watched them both for any signals or body language. Molly responded quickly. She saw her thong lying against the wall. I hope the bitch hasn’t seen it. She thought, as she urged Tommy to accept the offer of a lift. Young Tommy Ch. 02 Tommy had to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming. He was parked in a car with Jemmina Moore's beautiful stepmother. She had offered to drive him home if he ran an errand for her on the way. They had not gone far when she drove in behind some bush and turned off the motor. Mrs. Moore was magnificent. Tall and tanned her body was a magnet to his eyes. Her long legs and the tight hard skin of her flat stomach had quickly created a sexual fantasy in his mind and in his cock which throbbed in his pants. She had not changed out of her tiny bikini before jumping into the driving seat leaving very little of her body hidden from his probing eyes. He took his time checking her over. On closer inspection he could see the edge of a large breast peeping out of her tiny bra and the swollen mound of her pussy pushing at the wisp of cloth between her tanned legs. He licked his suddenly dry lips as the thought struck him that she would be magnificent stretched out on a bed nude with her legs spread wide waiting for him. To Tommy Mrs. Moore was a walking wet dream, out of his class and normally well out of his reach. His head spun as it struck him that that may not be the case today. Mrs Moore had asked some questions about being discreet and before he had time to sort out what was happening she had ran her hands up the front of his pants and whispered "Now's your chance," His brain was ticking over fast. All sorts of thoughts and images flashed through it as he continued to run his eyes over the exciting body of this rich mans wife. What should I do? I'm a working class boy from the wrong side of the tracks. I don't want her claiming that I attacked her but I don't want to miss an opportunity. Amid all the confusing thoughts reality hit him when he remembered how she had made the first move. Deciding he had nothing to lose he started to slide across the seat towards her He had been so consumed by his thoughts and dreams that he jumped when she whispered, "Let's get out of the car there will be more room." Giving him no time to respond she pushed the door open and stepped out ordering him to, "grab that rug from the back seat." Tommy had spent many hours stroking his cock thinking and planning how he would treat his first sex partner. He had made up his mind to be gentle and loving but that was not to be. Before he could say or do anything Mrs Moore turned quickly and pushed him down so his head was inches from her pussy. "Eat me sweetie," she ordered as she stripped her tiny bikini away. Tom needed no further orders. He dived his head down between her thighs his hands gripping the cheeks of her arse as his eyes devoured her wet clean shaven pussy lips. "My god I didn't thing pussy lips would be so big," he mumbled as he licked along their length before bringing one hand around so his fingers could prize them open to make it easy for his tongue to enter. All thoughts of being gentle disappeared as he smelt her arousal and tasted the sweet juice of a woman on heat. He knew he was moving too fast but given his brief history as a lover he felt that this opportunity would not last. Through his haze of lust he heard Mrs Moore moan, "oh my god," and felt her hands grab his head. Thinking that she was going to push him away he attacked her pussy with renewed vigour. If this is my last opportunity then I will make the best of it he thought as he ran his finger around the crease of her arse and pushed it inside. Tommy felt her body shiver at his fingers intrusion then heard her moan and felt her hands return to his head. For a minute he thought he had gone too far fearing that she was going to stop him. Expecting the worst he grunted in surprise when she roughly rammed his face into to her pussy. "Lick it," she growled. She did not have to tell him twice. His cry of joy was smothered in her juices as he vigorously returned to licking and kissing her pussy. Many minutes later Tommy felt her body buck and shudder and realised it was a result of his tongue finding and licking her enlarged clit. Responding to her moans he licked that hard nub again and again. Everything was new to Tommy. His young brain was working overtime registering each new experience trying to remember them so he could repeat the things that seemed to turn her on. He loved the smell and taste of her pussy. He loved the way certain things made her body flinch and jump but knew that he was an inexperienced lover and hoped that he was doing it right. His brain was a jumble of conflicting thoughts when he mouthed her pussy trying to eat it all before his tongue returned to that hard nub that seemed to be the spot that excited her most. Tommy loved Mrs. Moore's pussy. He loved its smell. He loved the feel of the round cheeks of her arse in his hands and he loved the way he could make her body respond by concentrating on her clit. He wanted to say something, to tell her of the thoughts that were flashing through his brain but he could not think of words to describe how he felt finally mumbling, "I love you." Veronica Moore was overwhelmed. She looked down at Tommy's bobbing head. This young bugger was raping her pussy with his tongue. His finger was invading her rear; it was a long time since anyone had gone down on her with such enthusiasm. He had not come up for air. He was not delicate nor tender in his lovemaking but there was no doubt in her mind as she watched his bobbing head and listened to his moans that he would make a fabulous lover.. Her clit was reacting to his tongue sending electric shocks through her belly. "My god," she moaned, "where did you learn to kiss like this?" She stopped talking and grabbed his head to steady herself as she felt her stomach shudder again. She had shuddered before under his tongues assault but this time her juices started to flow. Then she lost control her pussy pulsed again and her knees grew weak. She felt dizzy as her brain registered that she had come more than once. Struggling to stand she clutched his head pulling his face hard into her waiting pussy. Within seconds she was rewarded when her move brought his tongue back on to her clit. She caught her breath as she felt him hold her clit with his teeth. "My god," she moaned. "That's fabulous, don't stop sweetheart, don't stop." Tommy heard her moans but he could not reply his face was buried in her pussy. You need not worry he thought I have no intention of stopping. He slid another finger into her pussy down under his mouth and tongue, filling that warm velvety passage that was so welcoming and wet. Veronica groaned as she felt his extra finger. Most of her lovers before she married were loath to kiss her pussy. Those that did did so only briefly, before ramming their cock home. Her husband had hurt her on their wedding night when he responded to her plea to kiss her pussy by growling, "I'll never kiss that smelly thing." Veronica Moore had spent months looking for a suitable sexual partner. She wanted one who was unknown to her crowd especially her millionaire husband. She did not want to jeopardise her marriage but her elderly limp dicked husband left her sexually dissatisfied. Many of the men they mixed with socially had made it clear they would love to bed her but they were too old or too well known to her husband and his circle of friends. Tommy was much younger than any of her husband's associates and from the other side of town. She had been surprised when she found him in their kitchen with Molly. They had a guilty look and smelt of sex. She had made up her mind on the spot to use Tommy to relieve her frustrations and then dump him. He had caught her by surprise when his mouth and tongue attacked her pussy with such enthusiasm that she had lost control. She looked down on his strong young back his face hidden between her legs and knew she had found what she had been looking for. She shuddered as his lips sucked on her clit again bringing her back to reality. Her body was now responding each time she felt his mouth and lips suck and hold her clit. She felt giddy her legs were trembling she started to stagger, she struggled to stand, "my god that's lovely," she moaned. Tommy's tongue had started to grow tired, his lips were becoming numb. He did not know whether to continue to kiss her pussy or to try something different. He started to again move his finger in and out of her arse when he heard her groans. If that's what she likes he thought that's what she'll get. He pushed his face in closer so his mouth could continue to devour her clit and worked his finger in and out. He was stunned when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back her hands holding his hair so tight it hurt. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes focused in the light. What did I do wrong he thought, then realised he wasn't in trouble when he heard a low moan before he felt her body shudder. Tommy was elated, his ego soared. He was sure he was making Mrs Moore come. She looked down at him as he struggled to return his mouth to her pussy. "My god you are too much, but I don't want you to stop," she cried. "Let me lie down love, my legs are weak, I can't stand up any longer." Veronica needed to take control. Seeing and opportunity to slow things down she started to undress him. "Your still fully dressed let me get you out of those clothes," she groaned as she slumped down on her knees. Tommy was pleased to let her have her way. He slipped her bra and top off leaving her totally nude except for her high heels. He took the opportunity as she struggled with his pants to run his hands up over her breasts and down the curve of her back. He could not believe how good it felt to run his hands down along the curves of her slim waist and hips to the magnificent round hard cheeks of her arse. "I love your arse," he whispered "it's fabulous." "Only my arse?" she asked with a smile as she worked on his clothes. "All of you," he groaned. His hands continued to caress the silky skin of her back as she undressed him. Mrs Moore did not know that Tommy was a top sportsman. She was surprised at the size and obvious strength of his body. "My god you're built. You have a fantastic body," she whispered as she ran her hands over his chest and down over his hips before taking a hold on his cock. "Tell me sweetie are you a virgin? Have you had a woman before?" His stuttering cry of "no never," sent shivers through her body. Tommy was embarrassed at the way he had stuttered when she asked if he was a virgin. His embarrassment disappeared immediately when Mrs. Moore took his head in her hands and kissed him. "We will soon fix that," she growled. "It will be a new experience for both of us. I have never had a virgin lover." Tommy's mouth was dry his eyes seemed to fill up with moisture as he watched her straighten the blanket then lie down on her back with her legs spread wide. "Come here young man," she giggled. "Your virgin days are over. Shove that big thing into me and fuck me." Veronica Moore stretched as the maid drew the curtains and called quietly. "Good morning Madam it's nine o`clock. It's a lovely day, is there anything I can do for you?" Veronica lay for a minute watching Molly. Oh Molly she thought, if only you knew what you did for me yesterday. She slipped one hand down between her legs and ran her fingers over her pussy before sitting up. "No thanks Molly I think I will stay in bed a little longer this morning." As Molly left Mrs. Moore thought back to yesterday. Young Tommy had fucked and sucked her for hours. "I thought he would never get soft," she groaned as she slipped her hands down to touch her pussy. She flinched as her fingers opened her pussy lips. She was a little tender this morning. "No wonder," she groaned .Her husband hadn't touched her for weeks and then by chance she had found this horny young lad. Hours of sex after weeks of sexual famine had left her body tender to touch. She cupped her breasts and found that they too were tender to touch after hours of young Tommy's massaging and kissing. "What a day," she groaned, as she tried to recall all the things he had done to her and all the things she had done to him. It had been fantastic. After he had kissed her pussy for what seemed like hours the first time. She had spread a blanket on the grass and laid back opening her legs wide so he could see her pussy shining with come. "Fuck me," she groaned as she saw the size of his organ. The first time had been rough and urgent. He had ridden her like a stallion rode a mare pounding her pussy until he came. She started to writhe and wriggle on the bed as she remembered how Tommy's cock flooded her insides continuing to spurt and pulse as he slowed the pace of his thrusts. Her breath caught in her throat as she recalled how he groaned and grunted each time he emptied a large load of hot come into her pussy. To her surprise he didn't slow down after coming but kept going, regaining his momentum. His cock remained hard and the power of his strokes if anything grew stronger. "Steady on," she had moaned as she felt her self come. Her pussy was leaking copiously as she recalled how she had wrapped her legs and arms around him to slow him down. "Kiss me," she had groaned in his ear when she pulled his head down to her breasts. In response Tommy's thrusts seemed to grow faster. "Take your time," she gasped as she tried to regain control, "we have tons of time." She couldn't recall him slowing down except when he wanted to try something different. He had rolled her over on to her knees and growled "dog fashion" as he entered her from behind. The vigour of his thrust pushed her head down into the blanket as he gripped her waist and gathered momentum. She shook her head as she recalled the strength of his arms as he pulled her body back up off the blanket on to his cock. Her weight and her movements had not worried him. He continued to hold her body off the ground so his cock could slam the bottom of her pussy. She could not recall how many times she came. She remembered a series of little mini orgasms some much larger than others. Especially the one that drained her when he played with her clit while he reamed her arse. She relaxed cuddling up in her bed as she recalled how they had fucked in every position imaginable. She had had enough when she drove him home but he wanted more. She groaned as she remembered how he had fucked her on the front seat of her car and then as she lay across the bonnet in the dimly lit street of his working class suburb. He had in the space of a few hours become the most enthusiastic inventive and exciting lover she had ever had and she had had many. He had wanted to try everything. Loving her, admiring her, fucking her, then as the night wore on becoming kinder more gentle as they started to make love not just fuck. Later as she stood in the shower discovering love bites on her bottom, her thighs, her shoulder and her hip, she laughed she looked at her self in the mirror and whispered, "I'll have to teach him not to leave marks." She shook her head and laughed. His excitement and enthusiasm was contagious. He explored every inch of her body telling her how she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He made everything they did seem so new, so exciting, that she had been caught up in his enthusiasm. "My god he was fun. I loved it." She was still smiling as she towelled herself down. She had taken her time smothering her body with oils perfumes and powders making up her mind that she wanted to spend more time with young Tommy. She had tried to rationalise and explain the way she had became obsessed with this young bugger but couldn't. "He's just a passing fad, a one night stand," she told herself, but she knew as she said it that that was not true. She would want much more from young Tommy. Back in the shower to clean up the mess her thoughts of Tommy had created she started to think of the consequences if she was caught with this young man. As the morning wore on she came to the conclusion that she would have to create a reason for meeting with him or run the risk of creating a scandal by being caught or seen once too often in his company. Veronica drove in to town and called on her husband. She was a little tentative when she told him over lunch that she was thinking of becoming more involved in local community or school organisations. His reaction surprised and excited her. He leant across the table to kiss her. "That's wonderful, I have been meaning to sponsor some school teams or offer trophies for local youth competitions but I just haven't had time to talk to the school community. You could do it for me." Even though her heart was galloping at the opportunity that had opened up so quickly, she pretended some reluctance eventually agreeing to call on the college at his request. Leaving the luncheon she could not stop smiling. All she had to do now was organise for Tommy to represent the school. The headmaster proved to be just as helpful as her husband agreeing to her idea that a successful athlete such as Tom Slack should meet with her to make recommendations to her husbands company. Veronica smiled to herself as she drove away. Her pussy had become sopping wet when she talked to the head master about Tommy. Just the mention of his name created intense feelings that she was unable to control. She squeezed her legs together as a shudder struck her body. "Oh my," she sighed. "That proves it. I want him." She sat silent for a moment then groaned, "I have to have him." Tommy couldn't concentrate in the gym. "What's wrong with you to day?" coach called when he made a mess of a number of simple exercises. "He has a horn coach. He needs a woman." Harry called from across the mat. "He needs to lose his cherry." Tommy blushed as he listened to the laughter and taunts of his team mates. He had grown horny as he recalled what had happened to him last night. He had a raging horn all morning. Mrs Moore, bloody hell Mrs. Moore, he thought as he shook his head in disbelief. She was awesome. He wasn't game to tell anyone what had happened. She had said no one must know. He realised she was right, anyway he thought my mates wouldn't believe me if I tried. At they left school Harry whispered, "Bloody hell wouldn't you like one like that," as Veronica Moore drew alongside in her Mercedes. She waved them over and asked "Are you Tom Slack?" Tommy looked nervously at Harry, "yes maam" he stuttered. "Can I help you?" Harry gasped in admiration as she slid out of her car. The sun shone on her stockings where she had allowed her skirt to slide up showing much more leg than necessary. Her cream suit fitted her perfectly allowing glimpses of what looked like a sheer see through blouse. The outfit was cut so the shape of her body was not hidden from a discerning eye. The bulge of her bust gave way to a tiny waist then flared to her hips, the skirt tight round her fabulous thighs just short enough to tease but not so short as to look sluttish. A cheeky grin lit up her face as she introduced herself. "Hi I'm Mrs Moore you can call me Veronica. I have just spoken to your headmaster about some sports sponsorships from my husbands companies. He agreed that you should work with me to prepare some ideas for their consideration." Harry was still perving on her backside when Tom responded. "That's wonderful we badly need financial sponsorships for our sporting teams." His mind raced full of ideas none of them to do with sponsorships as he added, "it will be my pleasure to work with you." Harry accepted a lift and was dropped at his gate leaving Tom in the car with Veronica. "Do you like my sponsorship idea" she asked as they drove away. Before Tom could answer she passed him a cell phone, "keep this so I can ring you when I'm free." She laughed, "We have an excuse to work closely together and I want to be able to get you when I want you." Young Tommy Ch. 02 She turned into their driveway and drove straight into their large garage. Pressing a button she dropped the automatic door closing the garage and turned off the engine. Tommy was still admiring her body when she whispered, "come here and kiss me." The bucket seats of the car were not designed for lovers it was uncomfortable but she did not seem to care. Tommy was enjoying himself too much to be worried about the lack of space or comfort. He marvelled at how quickly she had positioned her body so she could shed her thong and open her pussy to his gaze. She looked at him her face showing her hunger for his body. He watched as she rubbed her clit and used her fingers to open her pussy. "Come on," she moaned "touch it," Tommy need no urging. He struggled out of his seatbelt and reached over ramming his fingers up and into her pussy. He loved it when she gasped and responded by pushing his fingers in as far as they could go. He smiled when she gasped again. He watched as she started to move. To his surprise she didn't just move her hips her whole body swung into action. The movement of her tits bouncing around as her body moved in sync with his fingers blew him away. He rammed his fingers into her pussy faster and faster letting his thumb hit her little nub on every thrust. This was another new experience to him and he hoped he was doing it right. Within seconds he knew he was doing something right by the look on her face. She was staring at him, her mouth open, her tongue moving as if talking but nothing came out only groans and grunts. Using one hand while continuing to ram the fingers of his other hand into her sopping wet pussy he struggled to remove his rock hard cock from the confines of his pants. When it broke free he grabbed her legs and pulled her body up out of her seat until her pussy was close enough for him to ram his cock home. Veronica Moore `s mind was full of erotic thoughts of what she and young Tommy would do together as his fingers massaged her pussy and her clit. Her fantasies were rudely interrupted when he pulled her up over the centre console and rammed his cock into her pussy. She shook her head in amazement when she realised what he was doing. She groaned as he started to move but didn't complain. Complaining was the farthest thing from her mind as she wrapped her legs around his body and pushed her body up to meet his thrusts. Young Tommy Tommy accepted that his time with Molly had been cut short and was over for the time being. He kissed Molly on the cheek as he said goodbye. “Thank you,” he whispered quietly. Mrs. Moore slipped a housecoat over her bikini; it was brief matching the white stiletto heels she wore. “I won’t get dressed now you’re here. You can slip into the post office for me and then I will take you home. Come on lets do it now.” Tommy couldn’t help but gasp as he followed her through the door. Her legs and backside moved erotically making him forget that she was the wife of a multi millionaire and he was a working class boy. “Yes,” he whistled quietly, “let’s do it now.” Veronica Moore slipped into the driver’s seat of her top of the range Mercedes sedan. Her legs opened to his gaze allowing him a clear view of a wet patch on the front of her bikini. Tommy did not know how he remembered to wave to Molly as they sped away from the house. As soon as the house disappeared from view, Veronica slowed down and started to ask questions. Her questions like Molly’s earlier in the afternoon soon made it clear that Tommy had visited her home with plans to bed Jemmina. Veronica Moore loved sex. She had married Malcolm Moore a property developer for his money. He had married her as a trophy to show off to his rich friends. Jemmina was his daughter by a previous marriage. Given his poor performance in bed, Veronica did not know how he had fathered Jemmina. He only ever lasted a minute or two and the miserable amount of come hardly made her wet. She had though about a lover but he was extremely suspicious and jealous. Money was his god. Everything is for sale if the price is right, was his favorite saying. To Veronica Tommy was heaven sent. He was young and had no connection with her husband or his friends. No one out this way would know him or guess that she had even met him. He had come out here looking for sex. I’ll help him find it, she thought as she smiled at the prospect. She slowed the car and headed for a grove of trees. She took the time to look him over. Yes, she thought. He is just what I want, young clean and strong and best of all unknown. Tommy could not take his eyes off her body. He decided that she was sexier than the Penthouse Pets from his favorite jerk off magazine. His cock grew harder forming a lump in his pants. He was imagining her in his arms making love when one of her questions startled him. She was looking down at the lump in his pants. “Are you still a virgin then?” she growled in a husky voice. She had driven over a slight rise and slowed behind a grove of trees at the rear of her estate. She reached over and laid her hand on his lap. Her heart was beating faster every minute. “Can you keep a secret, are you discreet?” she growled. Tommy loved her deep husky voice. He looked into to her eyes and thought, she was not as confident as she appeared. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I haven’t done anything worth keeping secret.” “NOW’s your chance,” she whispered as she squeezed his cock.