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My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 01

By: mangrove jack



It was Saturday morning, Dave was in a hurry to get away to cricket. His school side was travelling by bus to a nearby country town, a couple of hours away leaving at 8 am. 

As usual Dave’s mum was not complaining, as she rushed around trying to satisfying the competing demands of his brothers and sisters, who like Dave, had sporting commitments.

His mum talked to anyone who would listen, but most of her words this morning were aimed at him.

“Freddy and Tony are going with you.” “I have given Mrs Turner money to buy your lunches.” 

She turned to him,” I don’t know what the school would do without Mrs Turner; she is the only mum who helps with the cricketers. 

Dave wasn’t taking much notice, more interested in getting his gear together and getting out of the house, than worrying about his two brothers or Mrs Turner. 

His mother grabbed his arm as he tried to scoot out the door. “Listen Dave, I promised Mrs Turner that you would help.” “With three teams travelling on the one bus, she will have about forty kids to look after.” “Someone has to help her.” ” If we don’t help her and she decides to toss it in, there will be no one to help.” “That will be the end of these trips.” “Kids can’t travel away without an adult supervisor.”

“Why can’t some of the others do it?” Dave asked.

She didn’t give up, “Your 18,you’re the eldest in our family; it’s about time you started helping.”

“What about the other families?” he asked, as he tried to wriggle out of the job. 

She stopped his protests, shoving him out the door.” Stop arguing I promised and that’s that”

At school Dave found Mrs Turner packing gear for the three teams into the bus.  As he arrived he heard her tell the bus driver, “I can’t do it all on my own.” “The older kids will have to look after their own gear.” 

With out asking permission he started to give her a hand. She appeared surprised, looking quizzically at him, as they worked together.

Bending over to sort the heavier gear, she teased him, “what’s come over you, are you sick?” she asked with a laugh. Her laughter was infectious, “Mum said I have to help” he replied.

“Under orders eh, get out of here, go and sit with your mates I won’t tell your mum.” She gave him a light shove as she turned with her head down to work on the gear.  Unknowingly, she presented him with a great view of her arse.

He had never thought of Mrs Turner or any of the mums in a sexual way, but he couldn’t help admiring that arse.

Dave still wasn’t thinking of her as a possible sex partner, when he mischievously slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the loading bay. “Let me do that.” He demanded. 

Her hands came up to hold his hands under her breasts where they had landed, she turned her head looking at him in surprise, “my god Dave what did your mum say to you?” she asked. 

“Mum will kill me if I don’t at least help with the heavy work,” he explained. 

Some of his mates noticing what was going on had strolled over. With Mrs Turner half bent over, his hands were holding a fair amount of her weight; her soft ass was pinned against his body, his hands around her stomach under her boobs.

“I knew you were desperate Dave but attacking My Mum in public, that’s going a bit far.” Harry called.

Mrs Turner who had been lying quietly in his arms, pretended to struggle, “Unhand me you villain,” she cried like a heroine in and old fashioned movie. 

Dave’s mates sensing some fun joined in, hissing and booing him, whilst cheering her on.

He turned her around and gave her a light shove. “Go on, get away from here, go with Harry, you look after the kids. I’ll do the packing.”

“OK boss” she saluted, to the cheers of the boys.

It was all in fun, but the feel of her body hard against his prick, along with the flowery scent of her perfume, had changed the way he now looked at Mrs Turner.

At every opportunity he studied her boobs. They were her most prominent feature, over sized, out of proportion to the rest of her slim body. 

Dave stood back watching her as she checked the boys on to the bus. Dressed in a sleeveless top that buttoned down the front and a pair of well cut tan shorts that displayed her long legs she was the picture of a happy mature fit mum. 

She still made men turn and stare he noted, as a couple of bus depot workers took time to study her form as they waked past.

Dave was last on the bus, following Mrs Turner to a seat up at the back, where they sat together.

Harry looked back, seeing them sitting together announced loudly to general laughter; “watch out mum he’s desperate.” Mrs Turner and Dave were becoming one of those items that were a joke that no one believed could come true.

The day turned out great; all of their teams won their matches. As the sun set, they herded a very tired and excited group back on the bus and set out for home. 

Dave had helped Mrs Turner on a number of occasions throughout the day. It was now accepted that he was her helper. Harry didn’t say a word this time, as the two sat together at the back of the bus, even though the two seats in front of them were empty.

As the trip got under way and everyone settled down, Mrs Turner turned to Dave “my name is Anastasia but call me Stacy, if you really are going to help me you will have to stop calling me Mrs Turner.”

“Thanks Stacy, I like working with you it’s been fun today, you’re beautiful,” Dave replied.

“Flattery will get you everywhere young man, It has been great to have you as my cricket man, I hope it’s not just for today” she said her hand playfully squeezing his leg

He dropped his eyes to look at her hand on his leg and was rewarded with a fine view of her boobs through the gaping top of her shirt. 

She couldn’t help notice where he was staring he was so obvious, but she didn’t appear to take any offence asking, “Why does Harry keep warning me that you are desperate?”

Blushing he explained, “I can’t pull girls.” “What do you mean won’t girls go out with you.” 

“Yeah they go out once but, Oh shit Mrs Turner this is getting embarrassing.” Her big brown eyes turned to look into his, causing him more embarrassment as he blushed and stuttered, “Oh shit I may as well tell you I don’t score.”

“Don’t swear,” she said as she put one arm around him and gave him a hug. Their position on the back bench seat of the bus allowed their bodies to meet, as she continued to hug him close. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, it will work out.” “You know when I was young. I went through the same problem. In fact I think most teenagers do.”

“I can’t believe any one as beautiful as you would have problems getting dates,” Dave exclaimed.

“Thank you,” she replied. “I told you flattery will get you everywhere,”

She shifted her position removed her hand from his knee, taking his arm placing it around her shoulders. “You can keep me warm on the way home.”

With most of the boys asleep, the driver turned off the ceiling lights making the buss quite dark.

It was getting cool, they snuggled down together. As Stacy snuggled down, her head slipped on to his chest and he allowed his hand to fall down near her breasts.

Half asleep, Dave’s prick was hard as a rock as he dreamed of what he would like to do to Mrs Turner’s big breasts.

He let his hand stray across her chest moving it slowly. After trying this three or four time without any protest, or obstruction, he decided to become a little bolder.

Moving slowly he cupped her breast tentatively once or twice, before trying to move his hand inside through the buttons of her top.

Her hand came up and without any fuss pushed his hand away. Trying for a more comfortable position, she turned laying her legs along the seat. 

When her head pushed further back up on to his chest, her upper body ended up lying between his arms. 

“I’m going to try to sleep you should too,” she said quiet loudly.

Dave lay there waiting. He didn’t wait very long. When he felt her relax he tried again.

This time he moved his hand, placing it on top of her left breast, and waited for her response. When nothing happened, he again tried her top’s buttons undoing two, before slipping his fingers inside her top, to stroke her ample breast in her bra.

Once again she quietly removed his hand, but the buttons remained open. She held his hand for a few minutes, and then laid it back on her stomach.

Taking some heart from the fact that she had not slapped him or told him to stop, he tried again.

He took his time, slowly sliding his hand up from her stomach under her top and found her bra. He then waited with baited breath for her reaction. She looked up at him, “stop it someone will see what you are doing” she whispered.

His heart was pumping, he was shivering with anticipation. He didn’t want to stop. He had never even felt a breast before let alone one as large as hers. 

Nervously he tried to convince her it was alright. “No they won’t, they’re asleep, there’s no one in the seats in front. We are over near the back window; they will have to walk up here to see us.”

She got up and walked off down the isle to talk to the driver. “Oh shit I’ve done it now Dave thought, she’ll tell mum when we get home, I `m in real trouble” 

Dave might have been worried but his prick wasn’t. It unwound and stood to attention as Dave watched Stacy’s long top heavy body walk down the aisle. 

To add to his excitement, Stacy’s long legs and heavy breasts became highlighted in the light from the driver’s cabin, as she stretched up to the top locker above the driver. 

She took out some blankets offering them to the boys as she walked back towards Dave. She threw what was left of the blankets on the seats in front of him.

“We have more than an hour before we get back to school, does any one want a rest stop?” she asked. When she received no replies, he heard her tell the driver “they’re asleep.”

She must have spent five minutes talking to the driver before she drifted back to join him at the back of the buss.

She threw a blanket on his lap, took another one for herself and stood in front of him, with her back to the rest of the buss.

She leant over and kissed him, her mouth open letting her tongue play with his. “Just lay back and go to sleep,” she said, as she sat down in the spare seat in front of him.

Her kiss had raised his expectations; his prick was rock hard, his mind in turmoil. When she sat down away from him he was devastated. If she sat away from him for the rest of the trip he might never get another chance. 

He leant over the seat and whispered “why aren’t you sitting with me?” “You know” she replied with a grin. The grin encouraged him “you’re so beautiful I couldn’t help it, if you come back I’ll behave.” 

“Shh, someone will hear you,” she cautioned. “Well come back here and I won’t have to talk so loud,” he argued in desperation. 

When she didn’t reply, Dave started to give up. “Please Mrs Turner let me apologise, I’m sorry, I always mess things up when I’m with girls.” “That’s why Harry calls me desperate.”

She sat up and turned around, “My God don’t say that, you haven’t messed things up” she said quietly.

“I’m not a girl; I’m old enough to be your mother.” “You’re a very lovely young man; any girl would love to have you treat them as you have treated me.” He started to speak. 

“No! You are not desperate, you haven’t messed things up, you have made me feel young again,” she said as she returned to sit beside him in the back seat. 

A few seconds later she had wriggled into her old position, her head against his shoulder, her back leaning on his stomach and chest her body lying between his arms and legs. 

Dave pulled the two blankets up covering them from their feet to their chests.

She lay quietly in his arms; he could hear and feel her breathing. He wondered if she could hear or feel the beating of his over excited heart. 

The warmth of her body on his, stirred his highly excited prick; it started to unfold against her back. 

He waited for her to say something 

She reached up, pulling her body up along his, and kissed him, her mouth sucking his tongue, her teeth nibbling his lower lip. 

He brought his hand up to find that she had not closed the buttons he had opened previously, and cupped her breasts through her bra. 

Stacy didn’t move to stop him, she did the opposite she sat up and undid her bra. 

With her help, the fingers of both his hands were soon cupping their first bare breasts. “Gently “she moaned as his urgent fingers started to squeeze and massage them.

Dave had never had a breast in his hand before. He marvelled at their weight and silky feel. His roving hands found her nipples, they were standing out big and hard, he tweaked, pulled, and pinched them playfully. “Go easy,” she whispered. “Don’t hurt me, be gentle.”

He wanted to kiss them but could not bend his neck down far enough “What’s wrong” she whispered. “I want to kiss your breasts, can we shift a little.” Dave responded.

She wrapped herself in the blanket and stood up. Taking some extra blankets she used then as a pillow and laid along the seat.

Dave dropped down between the seats taking one of her breasts in his hands; she directed his mouth and tongue to her nipple.

“Oh my goodness that’s nice” she moaned as she pulled his head into her breast. Minutes flew by as he did everything he could think of to please her.

He tried everything he had ever read in Penthouse letters, licking the whole breast, sucking, nibbling, biting, pulling, and milking

Stacey’s lower body was starting to move backward and forward as if she was fucking. She was moaning, raining kisses on what ever part of his face neck and shoulders she could reach. 

Dave tried to slip his hand up under the blanket over her clothes, intent on removing her shorts. 

When the driver called, “Stacy are you awake?” Stacy tried to get up, but Dave wouldn’t allow her to move.

Dave had gone too far to be interrupted; he placed one hand over her mouth, signalling her to be quiet. “She’s asleep he called quietly.” “We’re running a bit late we should be there in fifteen minutes,” the driver announced.

Dave’s wandering hand had now opened the zip. He slipped his hand inside her shorts at the same time telling the driver, “Let her sleep; we can wake them all when we get there.”

The driver agreed, as Stacy squirmed under Dave’s probing fingers. He kept his fingers working deep in her cunt, while moving his body against her thigh so she could feel his prick jutting up in his pants.

Moving quickly he took her hand and made her help, as he lowered his zip and released his prick. He held her hand around his prick. Slowly she responded until both his and her hand were moving up and down his throbbing prick.

Stacy’s mind was awash with conflicting emotions, she had decided to allow Dave a few liberties. 

She had set out to compensate Dave for Harry’s insensitivity. Telling the world he was desperate was nasty, not funny. She had made up her mind to show Dave that a woman could and would like him. Her plan was to let him enjoy a little success.

His mouth on her breasts, his enthusiasm, his energy, his passion had taken over. She had allowed more than she planned. Her pussy was soaking wet, she was horny as a schoolgirl on her first date. 

Opening her bra was her first mistake, she had planned to allow him to have a little feel, and then kiss him and put him to bed. 

Now she wanted him. She was as eager as he was. But she knew that it was suicide to even think of sex with a boy her son’s age. Let alone on a bus full of school kids including her son. 

Her mind raced as his tongue licked over her breasts and up her neck, then down her body as far as he could go. She told him to “Behave,” grabbing his hands

He took her hand and pulled it down to his hard young prick, using her fingers and his to lower his zip and let his prick burst free, 

“Stop it,” she moaned, as he pushed his throbbing prick into her hand, and moved her hand up and down. She let him manipulate her fingers, as he held her hand rubbing his prick up and down faster and faster. She thought “if he comes that’ll be the end of it, he’ll stop.”

His hands were no longer assisting her, his mouth was covering hers and his tongue was doing its best to inflame her. Somehow his hands had lowered her zip and his fingers crept under her undies rubbing her nub.

She struggled closing her legs tight but the damage was done, her juices were flowing, she laid back along the seat giving in to her illegal desires.

She did not tell him, but she was sure he knew that he could do anything he wanted with her body. Her panties pushed aside, two fingers were now inside her pussy, ramming in and out. 

My god he was finger fucking her. Next thing his head dropped down and his tongue replaced his fingers

His tongue was doing magical things, making her body buck and roll around, trying to get more. Where did he learn these things? She wondered, as her body shuddered from his touch.

Reality hit her as a car lights shone from a cross road on to the bus windows. “Stop it” she whispered, “stop it at once” she struggled away straightening her clothes. “If you don’t stop I’m moving to another seat. and I won’t come back”

Dave was devastated. While he was struggling to regain control the buss driver called, “wake up, we are a couple of minutes from home.”

The lights were turned on flooding the bus with light; he struggled to zip up his pants as Stacy made her way through the bus waking the boys.

Everything moved quickly as the bus unloaded and families picked up their kids.

Mr Turner was waiting for Stacy and Harry. “You’re late” he complained, “throw all the gear in the shed you can clean it up tomorrow”

Mrs Turner waved as they got in their car, ‘see you tomorrow, she asked. “Yes I’ll be there, see you,” Dave waved back.

Next morning mum was hanging up the phone, when he came down for breakfast. “What did you do to Mrs Turner” she asked “Why?” he asked nervously. “She rang, she seems extra happy, she tells me you are going to be her permanent offsider.” 

“I told her I would send you down after church to help her tidy up and put things away.”

In church, he sat across and one seat back from Mrs Turner. The minister’s sermon was on his favourite subject, sin.

Dave started to blush as the minister spoke on the Ten Commandments. He looked over to find that Stacy was watching him, as she watched he licked his lips, she winked.

A surge of blood rushed to his prick. He found it hard to sit still, and not stare at her. His Mum brought him back to reality, stop squirming, sit still, stop staring around she ordered.

At home after church, he changed clothes and set off to school, when he got there the sports room under the grandstand was still closed. 

Little did he know that back at the Turner’s house, he was the subject of a whispered conversation, between Stacy and her best friend and neighbour, Helen Watson.

“I don’t know what came over me” Stacy said as she poured a cup of tea and sat down. “I was sorry for the way Harry was teasing him. I thought I would just give him a cuddle and a kiss on the way home on the bus, and that would be that.

My god Helen it was so exciting, within minutes I was ready to have sex with him; I was so hot I would have done it on the bus with everyone there. It was pure lust.

I let him play with my boobs, he sucked them so beautifully, making me so horny, that the next thing I knew, I had his prick in my hand, and he was fingering me down there.”

“I loved it; it was like being a teenager again making out in the back seat of a car.”

“Last night as I lay in bed, I tried to think why a married woman old enough to be his mother, would get so carried away with an inexperienced lad. 


My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 01



“For my part it’s the anticipation; it’s the excitement that never happens in our marriage.” 

“My heart was beating a hundred to the dozen, lying there waiting to see what he would do next.” “You know as you wait, for his next move, that he’s trying to get you so hot, that you will let him fuck you.” 

“You get so excited just waiting and watching as he timidly tries to seduce you.” “My god it was so marvellous, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” She went on, “I think the added danger of being caught, and then finding his young prick so big and hard, I don’t know what caused it, but I loved it.” 

“You didn’t let him fuck you?” Helen asked incredulously. “No! No! We didn’t go that far.” Stacy replied.

“Are you going to let him fuck you? He will want to you know.” “Oh hell, I want to but it’s wrong.” “What’s wrong with enjoying the opportunity?” Helen asked. “If it was me I’d be down in the shed with him now fucking his arse off. 

Let me at him, I’d love to have a young virgin.” “All you have to do is be discreet, don’t get caught.

“Go on, fuck him.” Helen said, rubbing between her legs. “I think you’re getting horny,” Stacy said as she looked at Helen, surprised at her passionate urging.

“Of course I am” Helen responded. “I’m bloody jealous, if I knew he was looking for his first fuck, I would have beaten you to it.” 

“Let’s get going, I will come down with you. I can cover for you, while you fuck him. Take him up to the scorer’s room, no one goes there except when there’s a match.”

Helen threw her some clothes, “Here wear these old overalls, leave your good clothes here.” “Don’t wear any undies it will be quicker if he tries anything.” “Can you imagine anything so sexy, him finding nothing but you under the overalls?” “Once he opens those buttons he’ll freak.”

“Hang on I don’t know if I want to do this,” Stacy argued. Helen wouldn’t listen, “Oh shut up you know you do, you would be a fool to miss an opportunity like this.”

“If you don’t want him I’ll take him under my wing. Harry won’t be calling him desperate after I’m done with him,” Helen finished with a sigh.

Dave waiting at the sports shed was dismayed when Stacy Turner arrived accompanied by Helen Watson.

Stacy saw Dave’s long face as they drove up. “Look at his face Helen, he probably thinks I brought you along so we won’t be alone.” 

Dave checked Stacy out, she was wearing a pair of what he called men’s overalls the one piece type with buttons down the front. Her hair was up she looked ready for work.

Helen Watson by comparison looked hot; she wore a pair of tight shorts and a sleeveless knitted top. Her outfit highlighted her firm boobs and her broad butt.

As they worked sorting and stacking, Helen made little remarks full of sexual innuendo. “These gym mats would be better than a bed,” she suggested 

“I wish they had these in my day, what a place to make out, it’s got plenty of spring,” she giggled as they pushed a trampoline away.

Stacy went about her work quietly, until Dave ran into her at the back of the grandstand. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I’m` going up in the grandstand to the scorer’s box.” Stacy replied.

“Where’s Helen” “Don’t worry, she’s sorting the old gear down in the store room.

He pulled her to him and made to kiss her “Not out here, anyone going past will see us,” she said as she grabbed his hand and led him into the scorer’s box.

She closed the door as his mouth closed over hers. He moved one hand to the cheeks of her arse, the other to her chest. He started undoing the buttons of her overalls. 

Now she was undecided. She wanted him, but she knew it was wrong.

She’d be cheating on her husband, endangering her marriage and family. No, we shouldn’t her brain was telling her, but her hands were wrapped around him pulling him close, as they kissed.

He gasped as he discovered she wore no bra. Her breast had swung free into his hand. He dropped his head taking as much as possible of her nipple and breast into his mouth.

His wandering hand moved down opening more buttons until he gasped again, no panties. 

His excitement growing he moved quickly. He slipped his finger into her warm moist hole and started to finger fuck her. Her body moved back and forward to accommodate him.

She moaned, “Oh yes lets do it,” opening to him as he slid the overalls off her shoulders, letting them slide down over her hips to the floor. He stood back like a judge inspecting his first full bodied nude.

“You’re magnificent” he whispered Stuttering “your breasts,” “Can, can I call them tits?” “Of course you can sweetheart, kiss them for me.” “Oh, oh! Gentle now” she cautioned as he bit down on a nipple. 

Dave couldn’t believe what was happening. An hour ago he had sat in church opposite his mate’s mum listening to the minister raving on about sin. 

Now his mouth was devouring her tits, his fingers were playing with her cunt, she was kissing him, moaning and telling him what to do.

“Don’t fuck it up now,” he told himself. “You can fuck her. Yes fuck Mrs Turner, Harry’s mum here in the school’s scorers’ room.” 

Her body was lifting to his fingers, her tit filled his mouth. “Surely she won’t stop me now,” he thought. His mind was made up for him when she whispered. “Let’s get down on the floor.” “No one can see us there.”

On the floor he nudged her legs apart pulling his enlarged prick from his pants.

He’d read of foreplay in his magazines, but with Harry’s mum nude on the floor, her legs splayed, her molten eyes staring at his prick, foreplay was the last thing on his mind, Without waiting or any preliminaries he pushed into her hard. 

Her gasp was the first time he had taken any real notice of her feelings. “Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.

“Steady steady,” she whispered as she kicked her shoes away. She wrapped her legs around him, moving her body so he filled her completely. 

Dave couldn’t believe it. He was in at last. He had his prick in a cunt, a married woman’s cunt, his mate’s mother’s cunt. 

Holy hell he thought, “I’ve made it now what do I do.” Animal instinct took over, his knees firmly planted he bucked his hips, pushing hard, then harder, trying to get as far and as deep as he could.

Stacy was moaning out loud, her hands came up and her fingers raked his skin. He shuddered and started to come. “Oh, wait, wait,” “Not now, wait for me.” she moaned, “For god’s sake wait for me.”

He couldn’t stop; he didn’t want to stop, letting his cum spurt into her. 

Her cunt muscles were gripping him hard; he gulped for air as he felt what seemed to be the last of his cum oozing out; 

“What do I do now” he thought. His instincts again took over, his prick was still hard, her cunt`s movements were stirring him, so he started again, this time slower trying to catch his breath, 

Stacy who had been disappointed at the speed, in which he had come, welcomed his renewed vigour. “That’s it, yes! Yes! Yes! She cried, “Oh that’s beautiful.”

Still unsure of what he should do to make her enjoy it, and hopefully want to do it more and more, he rammed his tongue into her mouth, biting down on her tongue when it fought back against his; 

His hands moved everywhere, holding her head up so he could bite her ear and neck. He moved his hands down over her stomach to her thighs, to rub her nub. All the while he kept on pounding away in her wet slippery hole. 

She started to gasp, her body stiffened then shuddered in little jolts as she came; her hands reached up and grabbed his ears pulling him down. 

She kissed him softly, “that was awesome I just loved it,” she said her eyes wide, her mouth slack. Dave didn’t answer he just kept on fucking, pounding into her.”You`re a remarkable lover,” she moaned in his ear, “I can’t believe what you’ve just done to me its fantastic.”

Dave did not realise, that what she found remarkable was not as a result of his skills, But of his age. 

Through all this his prick had stayed hard, his stamina had allowed him to continue to vigorously slap his enlarged angry prick into her, again and again, stirring her deeper than she had been stirred in years.

With Stacy down on her back impaled on his prick, Dave was trying to think of what his mates had told him or what he had read in his men’s magazines. 

He might not get a chance to fuck her again. He had tried every position imaginable and wanted to try all the positions that Stacy liked. so she would let him fuck her again. 

Stacy couldn’t believe his stamina; he had fucked her, and fucked her, trying anything, he just kept going. His prick was still convulsing spitting out come when he ordered her to, “roll over, I want to do it dog fashion.”

On her hands and knees her leaking cunt felt bruised and battered. She ran her hand down to touch it, her cunt hair was matted with leaked come, her nub standing out like a little penis. 

While she was checking herself out, he slipped his prick in slowly and started again. This time he held her by the hips dragging her back on to his prick in time with his thrusts.

She was grunting and groaning under his battering, her body hanging limply, held up by his strong young hands on her thighs.

Dave could now recognise when she was about to come, timing his thrusting to meet her shudders of surrender. Her cunt muscles relaxing after her orgasm helped him to empty his prick again into her well fucked hole.

She rolled over on her back wiping sweat from around her eyes and mouth. 

He moved to enter her again. “Wait, oh for gods sake, wait.” She moaned. “That’s enough I’ve never had so much fucking, not even on my honeymoon.”

Looking around she asked, “What’s the time?” 

Dave moved to push her back down, his big prick in his hand, “its two o’clock”

Stacy struggled to sit up; her leaking cunt tender from more than two hours of continuous pounding and fingering. Her tits felt bruised, “shit if they aren’t bruised” she thought, “they should be, the way he has licked sucked and bitten them so often.” 

Her excitement was dying down; the young bastard was hard work. She smiled as she thought “What am I complaining about.” Sex at home took ten minutes; she would never be satisfied with ten minutes again. 

She pushed him off her body, “we have been up her for hours” Where’s Helen? 

He made to kiss her, she pushed him away again, “get dressed; we can’t be missing for too long.” 

Back in her overalls, she studied her self in her mirror. She had that well fucked look. Her lips were puffy, her make up no longer evident, her hair wet with sweat. “That will have to do” she thought; “I can fix it at Helens.”

At the door he pulled her to him, kissing her while he held her in his arms, “I want to fuck you again.”

She ran her hand up the front of his shorts “oh my god you’re still hard, I can’t believe it your insatiable you’re a fucking machine.”

“Can we get rid of Helen?” he asked, as he started to undo her buttons once again.

For the last hour Helen had stood smoking, watching Stacy get fucked. They could not see her through the window, but she could see and hear them. She had been aroused by the loud slapping noise as their bodies bashed together. She had heard Stacy’s moans and groans, finally sneaking up to watch. 

Helen’s cunt leaked from just listening, let alone watching them. She had never seen live sex before. Today she was experiencing it; she was so close she could smell it. 

Helen was amazed at Dave’s staying power. She had watched them fucking like two wild animals in every imaginable position for what seemed like hours.

Stacy was right the young bastard had not been behind the door when they handed out pricks, he was more than well hung. 

When Stacy asked for the time, Helen slipped back down the grandstand to sit on a bottom step and wait. They had not seen her, when she heard him ask “can we get rid of Helen?”

“No you can’t,” she said. They swung around together to find Helen sitting on a grandstand seat legs crossed smoking a cigarette. “Helen’s not going away, and you better believe It.” she added. 



My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 02



As they drove home from the cricket ground Stacy and Helen discussed Dave. “My god he is well hung for a lad,” Helen observed, as Stacy tried to make herself respectable. 

“Stop talking about him, for Christ’s sake. I’ve got to look OK before we get to your place, I don’t want my old man to get suspicious,” Stacy cried. 

Much later after showering and changing she joined Helen for coffee on the patio.

“My, what a difference a shower makes.” Helen exclaimed. “After more than two hours in the raw, with that young bastard stuck right up you, you still look like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”

“My god Helen be careful the men are only just through the door in the den.” Stacy whispered.

They had no need to worry their husbands were downing a few beers while the TV replayed highlights of the weekends games. 

They were discussing Dave, but it was his cricketing ability that was the focus of their attention. 

The wives were also discussing Dave, but it was a different type of ability, more personal. 

Stacy was flushed as she relived the excitement of her morning on the floor of the scorer’s box. Her pussy grew warm, then wet, and her mouth became dry, as Helen recounted what she had seen, while watching them through the window.

Stacy was blushing in embarrassment “my god I didn’t know you were watching.” “Thank god it was only you, and not someone else.” “I don’t want to be caught, and I hate the idea of someone spying on me.” 

“Listen, I wasn’t spying.” Helen replied angrily. “I told you before we left here this morning to take him up to the scorer’s room.” “I promised I would cover for you.” “When you both disappeared for quite a while, I went up to see that you were ok.” 

Helen’s voice was growing more excited, “I looked through the window and spotted you both down on the floor.”

“Once I saw what was happening, I was going to leave.” “Honestly, I didn’t mean to stay, but I was mesmerised, watching my own private live fucking sex show. It was all the more exciting because it was you.” 

Helen’s eyes stared off in space as she tried to describe why she stayed.” The first thing I saw, was his eighteen year old arse, it was brown all over except for a thin strip of white where he had worn a strap sunbathing.

“Oh Stacy, the way the cheek muscles rippled and bucked and his whole body moved as he slammed into you, made my knees weak.”

“You were hidden by his body except for your legs stuck up high in the air, and your hands that were raking his back, your fingernails leaving red scratch marks; I think you were drawing blood.”

But it was the noise that you made, the heavy breathing, moaning and grunting, your bodies slapping together, your head banging against the floor that was the last straw I couldn’t leave.” 

“As I said I didn’t mean to stay, but I found myself quietly cheering you on.” 

Stacy responded quickly, “oh hell, I wasn’t calling you a spy, but I am scared stiff of getting caught.” “If you could watch and we didn’t know you were watching, how many others could do the same?” 

She was becoming agitated, “To think that people might see me cheating makes me sick in the stomach.” “Id` be the talk of this bloody town.” “I’d never be able to live it down.”

Helen laughed “I can understand what you are worried about, but truthfully I would love to fuck in public.” 

“I `d like to make a porno tape. I’d love to watch myself fucking, but you’re right, this small bloody town of ours would crucify you.”

“Anyway don’t worry about Sunday I was the only one to watch you perform, and you were one great fucking porno slut.” Helen said with a laugh. 

The sat drinking their coffee both smiling as they remembered the morning’s events. “When are you meeting him again?” Helen asked.

“Oh I don’t plan to meet him again,” Stacy cried, “it’s too dangerous.”

“Dangerous my bum,” Helen replied “he’s too good to lose.” “He’s young he’s innocent and you given him his first real taste of a woman.”

“He’s yours now; he’ll do whatever you want.” “He will be wanking off over you, day and night.” 

“He’ll want you, and whilst he doesn’t know what to do, it won’t be long before he starts chasing you. Eventually you’ll give in and do it again.” 

“Believe me that’s what happens when a woman whose man looses interest, gets an ever ready supply.” Helen added. 

“Oh Helen shut up I am still sore from this morning and just talking about it has made me wet again.” 

Stacy appeared to be dreaming aloud. “Of course I’d like to do it again; it was exciting like being a teenager again. But there are too many dangers; I don’t want to destroy my marriage or family.”

Stacy looked at Helen and signalled to talk quietly, as she nodded her head towards the men. “I’ll be to scared to try anything again,” Stacy was hesitating when Helen stood up leant over and whispered “If you aren’t going to fuck him, I will.” 

“My god Helen that’s up to you, I can’t stop you, I don’t own him.” “All I can say is don’t hurt him and don’t get caught.” 


 Monday afternoon Dave and his mate headed off to cricket practice.

“I’d like to fuck that” Malcolm said as they passed the coffee shop where Helen Watson was sitting smoking.

Dave looked at his mate, “not so bloody loud, don’t you watch TV? Her husband’s that footballer they call the raging bull, if he heard you he’d make mince meat of you.”

Helen Watson had spied Dave and called to him “I haven’t seen you around Dave where have you been.”

Dave blushed remembering Mrs Watson had been down at the oval on Sunday morning when he and Mrs Turner had made love.

“Malcolm and I are off to cricket practice,” he said as Malcolm nudged him. “I’m sorry I should have introduced him this is my mate Malcolm.”

“Hi Malcolm” she called virtually dismissing him, while looking at Dave adding, “I might drop down to the ground later, Stacy and I still have some cleaning up in the scorer’s room,”

Dave’s mind was racing as they walked down to the cricket ground. Helen had mentioned the scorer’s room, where he had fucked Harry’s mum. Surely she doesn’t know what happened. He thought.

He had dreamed last night of Harry’s mum, Mrs Stacy Turner. Her big tits were indelibly printed on his brain. He could still taste her kisses; his prick grew hard every time he thought of her.

Just thinking of her now as he walked down the street made him hard. Last night as he lay in bed, rubbing his prick he remembered vividly her body odour. 

Just the thought of the musky smell of her cunt had been too much for his over excited prick. “Christ mum will know I’ve been wanking,” he thought later, as he tried to wipe a pool of cum stains off his sheets. “At least she won’t know it was Mrs Turner who caused it,” he grinned. 

Now just a day later walking down the main street, Dave couldn’t think of anything else. 

Over and over he relived the feel of her cunt, as it sucked his prick deep inside. He could hear her grunts and moans and the little words of satisfaction as his body slapped into hers. 

Even as he practiced cricket with his mates, Pictures of her lying on the floor, her body open and welcoming him, kept coming back into his overexcited brain.

Helen Watson had followed them down to the cricket ground. 

Whilst the cricket practice was ending Helen visited the ladies room, removed her bra and slipped off her moist thong.

Checking herself out, She put one foot up on a stool, lifted her skirt, and ran a finger along her hairy landing strip before caressing the excited lips of her partly shaven cunt. “Davey boy, you don’t know what your missing” she thought with a grin. 

“If I am going to get Stacy alone again I will have to be careful,” Dave thought as he watched Helen Watson approaching.

Practice was over, so he accepted Mrs Watson’s offer of a lift home. He held the car door, as she hitched up her skirt giving him an eyeful of her fantastic legs as she slid into her seat. 

Dave sat back and turned to watch Mrs Watson as she reversed out of the car park. Her skirt seemed to be bunched up, freeing much more leg and thigh than necessary to drive. 

He licked his lips; her body was like those he wanked over in Playboy. Her legs went on forever, her tits moved under her low cut sleeveless silk blouse, providing him with tantalising glimpses of her perky firm brown nipples.

Helen Watson watched Dave as he reacted to her body; she noticed a movement in his pants and smiled “this will be easy.” 

Dave having had a mature woman’s body nude in his arms for the first time compared Helen Watson with Stacy Turner. 

Stacy Turner was a mother with a body quite different to Helen Watson. Stacy large soft tits were out of proportion to her long slim body; Helen’s tits were smaller and looked harder. 

Dave studied Mrs Watson’s thighs and arse and grinned as he recalled pulling Stacy’s body close to his, to find that her soft white bum was two great hands full.

Helen Watson by contrast was younger, trim taut and terrific, everything in proportion. Her legs were longer her tits smaller yet full, making him lick his lips at the thought of sucking them.

“God she’d be a great fuck” he thought,” but she was well and truly look but don’t touch.” Her husband was the town and states roughest and best footballer, he had picked the town’s top bird for his wife. No one would want to tangle with him.

Helen was always dressed to kill; no kids and no job, meant that she spent her days in the boutiques and upmarket clothing stores, Buying the latest styles.

She noticed him smiling and asked “what are you smiling at.” He couldn’t tell her he was thinking of the cheeks of Stacy’s arse in his hands, so he said “I was thinking of how my team mates will be jealous when they see me driving off with the town’s most beautiful lady.” 

“Oh you are a young smoothie” Helen exclaimed, “Do you flatter all the girls like that?” “No only the ones that would make my mates jealous,” he replied as he studied her brown tanned legs.

She looked across and saw where he was looking, “are you a leg man Dave? “No! But legs like yours would make me one,” he replied without thinking.

He could feel his face go bright red as he stammered and stuttered “I’m sorry I, I, I, was looking at your boots they are quite,” he started to stutter again, “oh shit, I was going to say sexy, those high heels and their shape show off your beautiful legs.”

He quickly continued: “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned sexy.”

“Don’t apologise” she said. “A woman likes to know men think she’s sexy, that was a lovely compliment from a lovely young man.”

As she dropped Dave at his gate she waved to his mum, leant over to Dave displaying her brown tits as her loose top hung forward and spoke quietly, “I always have coffee at that little coffee shop at the rear of the mall every afternoon, why don’t you join me after school tomorrow?

Dave didn’t know where to look; he dragged his eyes away from her tits and looked down at her legs. 

As she slid around on the seat to talk to him her skirt had crept higher, looking closer he spied what he thought was hair between her legs. 

His mouth went dry; he started to lick his lips. And completely forgot to answer her invitation.

Helen Watson swung her leg back and drove off smiling. She had quite deliberately slid her leg around to give him a peek, at forbidden territory. 

“My, oh my,” she thought. “He will be easy, he couldn’t even answer he was so tongue tied.” “He won’t miss the coffee shop tomorrow” she though as she drove away.

“Was that Helen Watson?” his mother asked.

“Yes mum she was down at the ground and gave me a lift home.”

“I feel sorry for Helen,” his mother said. “She’s married to that footballer that’s always in the news, they have no children, he’s always away playing interstate or overseas and she’s bored.”

Remembering the little glimpses he had just been given, he though, “bloody hell I’d like to fucking bore her.” 

All thought of Mrs Watson disappeared as he headed for his mobile to ring Stacy Turner. 

The phone was ringing madly as the Turners car drove into their garage. I’ll get it,” Stacy called, rushing ahead of her husband up the stairs. She nearly dropped the phone when Dave whispered“It’s me, when can I see you again.”

She could hear her husband heading her way “We can’t talk now,” she whispered as a flush of excitement swept over her body.

“I’ll ring in an hour, will that be ok?” Dave asked, as her husband entered the room. “Ok” she answered as she hung up. “Who was that?” he asked. “Oh just Helen we are going to talk tonight when you go out.”



Stacy’s mind was in turmoil as she worked in the kitchen. “My god Helen’s right she thought “I am acting like a slut, I wanted him to fuck me, I’ve cheated on my husband and now I’m lying.

At home Dave pocketed his mobile and told his mum he was going to join Malcolm and his mates.

With an hour to waste before he could ring Stacy again, he decided to stroll over towards her house. 

As he turned into their street, he saw Mr Turner reverse out, pick up his neighbour, and drive off. “Shit she’s home alone,” he thought as he dialled her number.

Stacy picked up the phone “I knew it would be you” “What do you want?” Dave told the truth” I want you” “I can’t get you out of my mind.” “I close my eyes and I see your fabulous tits, I feel your fantastic body, your warm cunt, I’ll never forget what we did, I’m constantly horny.”

“My prick gets so tight in my pants that I have to take it out and stroke it, just like you did on the bus. I’ve got it out now; I can feel it leaking a little cum from the eye.”

Stacy was becoming agitated it was exciting to be wanted, she could feel her pussy pulsing, it too was getting wet. “Be careful your mother will hear you,” she warned. 

Dave was stuttering with excitement, “I’m not home; I’m under the tree across the road opposite your house”

“My god what are you doing there?” She asked.

“I just want to get a glimpse of you, I can’t think of anything else,” he stammered.

Stacy’s imagination was in full gear she could picture his hard cock throbbing in his hand.

Her heart beat rapidly as she remembered its size and the feel of his firm hard flesh. She moved her hands to squeeze her tits as she felt her nipples becoming erect. 

Not even in the days of her horny teens had any man ever made her as excited as she was now. Married life had become settled and boring. Dave was exciting, she was being chased again, she was wanted, he was taking risks to be with her. 

Her body was responding to the danger, the excitement was driving her crazy. She wanted to rush across the road and grab him. 

But common sense held her back “Oh my god put it away.” She started to giggle “You’re a crazy young bugger, what if my neighbours walk out their door?” “What will you say; they will think you’re a peeping tom?” “You have to go you can’t stay there.” she ordered. 

Dave wasn’t about to give up, “I saw your husband go out, I’ll come and knock on your door like any visitor, be ready to let me in.”

“Oh no! Stacy cried “I can’t do that the boys are home.” “My god Dave, you can’t come in here, and you can’t be out there like that, get off the street.”

Dave was calmer now having settled on a plan. “I am off the street, while we were talking I slipped over to your garage, when I got inside I pulled the door down, no one can see from the street, so no one knows I’m here.”

He pleaded “Open the door to the kitchen let me come up.” “Oh, no, no,” she cried, “you mustn’t.” 

“Then come on down just for a minute” he pleaded, “You don’t have to go outside so the boys won’t hear you.”

Stacy was excited, her heart was beating wildly, she could feel the moistness in her pussy, but she was scared. 

“This is stupid,” she kept telling herself as she checked to see the boys were in their rooms and made her way down to the garage. 

“I’m going to give him a piece of my mind, he can’t do stupid things like this, he has to forget me,” she was talking to herself.

Inside the garage in the dark Dave waited, he still had his zip undone and his prick sticking out, when Stacy eased through the door.

“This is crazy” she said before Dave’s mouth closed on hers, and his hand took hers and led it to his prick.

She tried to talk but her mouth was full of his tongue. One of his hands had opened her dress and slipped her bra up to stroke her left nipple.

Her anger was slipping away as he pushed his hard prick in and out of her hand, and his tongue in and out of her mouth. She could feel her body picking up the rhythm moving in a fucking motion.

She moaned as he pushed her back on to her husbands work bench and ran a hand up her legs to her pussy.

No! Oh no! Not here! Not here! She cried lifting her body, as she felt Dave pull her underclothes away. 

His mouth returned to her massive tits and their erect nipples, “oh hell,” she cried as a wave of passion swept over her, her tits were her weakness, she loved having them sucked and her nipples bitten.

The young bastard must have figured that out she thought, as he concentrated his efforts on her nipples. Dave was over the moon, his hands were all over her body, one hand finger fucked her and the other hand slid down to push into her arse.

Her body thrashed wildly as his finger pushed further into her rear, causing tools from the bench crash noisily to the concrete floor.

The noise woke one of her sons who called “mum where are you mum” “Down in the garage” she replied “I will be up in a minute.”

She pushed Dave aside pulled her clothes together and ran up through into the kitchen.

Dave waited in the dark as she gave her son a drink and packed him off to bed.

Stacy’s mind was awash with emotion, she wanted Dave but this was crazy. Junior would have caught them if he hadn’t called out. “I can’t let my cunt rule my head,” she had decided as she stood at the sink. “I won’t go back down.”

She was startled to find that Dave had silently crept up into the kitchen. She jumped with fright, as he wrapped his arm around her holding her by her tits. 

Trying to turn around, she moaned “not here not in the house, you silly prick, not here, the boys will hear.” 

Placing a hand over her mouth he whispered. “Be quiet.” Dave had made up his mind; it was time for action not words. He pushed her forward against the kitchen table, and lifted her dress up exposing her smooth white backside.

His hand on her chest struggled with her bra, forcing one tit out and up so his fingers could pinch and pull the extended nipple. 

Stacy moaned “Oh be gentle” as a thrill ran through her body. She shuddered and bucked when Dave kissed his way up around her face and ears and bit her on the neck. A trickle of moisture leaked from her cunt on to her legs.

Without waiting, he pushed forward struggling to push her sopping undies aside and enter her from behind. 

Stacy was ready, she wanted his hard young tool; the possibility of being caught had disappeared from her thoughts.

Knowing he could not enter her without her help, she moved her legs further apart to accommodate him. 

Then raising herself up on her toes, she felt around behind her and used her hand to direct him, until he found the mark with a grunt of satisfaction. Stacy moaned and groaned as he slammed backwards and forwards roughly. 

This was not a time for taking it easy Dave told himself, this was a time to fuck her hard and long, to fill her full of cum, and leave her wanting more.

She was giving as good as she got, grunting as she pushed back, rolling her hips using her cunt to bring him to the boil.

He could not control himself, all the dreaming, the waiting, and the drama of the evening, built up to a head, as his prick bucked and his body shuddered to a climax




My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 02



“My god you’re big,” she whispered as his sperm flooded her .His hands were around her waist, his fingers playing with her clit, as he continued to fuck long after he had lost his load.

“Oh shit you’re fucking fantastic, you’re beautiful,” Dave moaned as he licked along her shoulders and kissed her neck. 

He could not get enough of her tits. They filled his mind with erotic images, of Stacy breast feeding him. He slipped one hand around her body to pinch a nipple hard. “Your tits are fabulous I just love them.” He cried as his hips bucked and a last spurt of cum erupted from his prick. 

Stacy tightened the muscles of her cunt and held him; she too loved his hands playing with her tits. She tilted her head back to help him as he kissed and bit her ear. 

“Oh shit I love it when you do that,” he moaned, as she manipulated her cunt walls gripping his cock hard.

Stacy’s body was pushed hard against the table, because of its height she was virtually standing on her toes, I love this position, your hands on my tits and your hard prick in my cunt, she whispered, but I’m getting tired let’s try something else.

“Oh my goodness” Stacy cried much later, As she wrapped her legs around him once again, “I said lets try something else not everything else.” 

“Talk dirty to me, tell me you love fucking me,” Dave whispered as he bit down hard on her nipple. 

Stacy was thinking what to say, when she heard a clock chime. “Stop it Dave, what’s the time? We must be careful; you should go before Fred comes home.” She urged.

Dave ignored her plea, her head bumped against the door as she was fucked again. 

There was no end to his energy, his erection never seemed to soften, her cunt lips were sore, the inside of her thighs felt bruised, she was worn out. 

Becoming aware of the time she spoke sharply. 

“No more! No more! We have to stop. You have to go. They’ll be home soon.”

He agreed reluctantly and slumped across her body.

Stacy lay prostrate under his body. As she cooled down and her heart beat slackened, she couldn’t believe what she had done. 

She had been rolling around on her kitchen floor squealing for more, while her kids were sleeping yards away.

She had been fucked; until she cried she could take no more. Her cunt was overflowing with cum from his numerous eruptions. She had cum more time in one night than she could ever remember. “I’ll never be able to do the washing up again, without remembering you,” Stacy giggled as he helped her up from the floor in front of the sink.

Dave took her in his arms and kissed her gently. “You’re wonderful I can’t tell you how much I love being with you.” he sighed. 

Helen Watson sitting on her front porch smoking was surprised when Dave and Stacy appeared at the garage door. She thought the sneaky young bugger, by Christ he’s slick, I didn’t see him arrive.

“Time to go lover:” Stacy whispered breaking away from his long passionate kiss and unwrapping herself from his arms.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dave called. Mrs Helen Watson thought, “No you won’t.”



My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 03



Helen Watson was becoming obsessed with the idea of seducing Dave. 

Her husband Max had a reputation as a tough hard Macho man, yet at home all he did was sleep and watch TV. 

When she tried to take him to bed he resisted, claiming he was tired or suffering from football injuries. 

He showed no interest in sex with her, other than have her suck him off while he played with her boobs. 

Before the new cheerleading squad was appointed, he had not only been a raging bull on the footy field but was a raging bull at home in bed. 

Helen recalled a night when everything had changed between them, leaving her physically and mentally scared of his violent temper. That night he had arrived on their doorstep drunk with lipstick smeared all over his mouth. He had sneered at her claiming she was “Fucking old meat.” 

He had laughed at her anger. “Your thirty fucking five, if I want someone that old I can fuck some of the team’s wives,” he jeered.

“There is a ton of twenty year old stuff nearly half your age that love to get me in the sack.” “They’re not only younger, but they are better fucks” he added. 

“I’ve fucking had your insults” she screamed “you can have your team floosies, I’m leaving, their’s a ton of men who will want me.”

He had thrown her against the wall; slapping her hard yelling, “Don’t you get any fucking stupid ideas.” “Your mine and you will always be mine. If I ever catch you with another man I’ll kill both of you.” She knew he meant it. She was his trophy wife, to parade around in front of his mates. His pride would be hurt if she left him, especially if it was for another man.

For over a year she had done as she was told. Every time she thought of arguing or ignoring him, she remembered the murderous glint in his eyes when he said, “I’ll kill both of you.”

She had started to drink and smoke and spend his money extravagantly, but nothing she did could satisfy her strong sexual urge.

Watching Stacy and Dave on Sunday morning had set her mind scheming. A lad like Dave would be her answer. 

Max was contemptuous of the town’s younger brigade. Fucking kids he would moan, when asked by his sponsors and backers to turn up at a game or speech night. “There isn’t a kid in this town worth a shit,” he used to tell her as they drove home. 

Knowing he had the local male population bluffed, she felt certain that Max would never suspect her of cheating, especially with an eighteen year old.

She could get Stacy to cover for her. They could share him; it was the answer to a maiden’s prayer. Well hardly a maiden she grinned to herself. 

After cricket practice yesterday she had invited Dave to have coffee this afternoon. “If I’ve got the guts I’ll start today,” she thought.

She took a leisurely bath before dressing to go down town and wait for Dave. She took special care to dress in her sexiest outfit.

She always dressed to excite, today she was all the more careful, making sure that her dress highlighted her figure. 

Helen made two or three changes as she dressed, making up her mind to be more adventurous at every minute. 

No bra, no stockings, no thong, she decided before discarding a dress that reached her knees. She replaced it with a light white silk dress, much shorter, and so sheer that you could see right through it against the light. 

She smoothed the dress down over her thighs, cupped her hands under her breasts, and stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror, “I’m ready” she said, “I’m ready.”

Talking to herself as she planned his seduction she mused. “I’ll check everything out so nothing goes wrong.”

“My god” she thought later as she parked her car away from her normal parking area, “I’m getting nervous; I’m acting like a kid on my first date.”

At the coffee shop the proprietor who knew her as a regular customer greeted her, “Can I help Mrs Watson?” “No thank you, I was looking to see if my friend’s son had arrived,” she answered.

. 

“This place is no good:” she decided. He’s a bloody old sticky beak. If he sees me with Dave he won’t keep his eyes off us.” “I want some privacy.”

Thinking hard she recalled a new coffee shop and bar that has just opened down at the unfashionable end of the mall. 

“I’m not known there, the people who run it are from out of town, it will be a lot safer,” she decided.

Dave’s mobile rang as he was having lunch, “Can you talk?” Stacy asked. “Yes!” he replied, getting up and moving away from Malcolm and the others.

“Thanks for ringing I really miss you,” he said when he was far enough away that he couldn’t be heard. “I have to be quick while the boys pack the car. I don’t want them to know that I’m talking to you,” Stacy said a hint of urgency in her voice.

“What’s up?” he asked. “I’ve only got a minute so listen,” Stacy replied. “I’m sorry Dave but our family will have to go away for a while.” “What for?” Dave asked his voice rising 

“Fred’s mother has had a heart attack she is very ill.” “Fred’s rushed to her bedside; the boys and I are driving down this afternoon, I don’t know when we will be back.”

“I’m going to miss you Davey boy,” Stacy whispered, a tremor in her voice. “I’ll ring you when we get there.”

Before he could reply, Dave heard her being called. She said “goodbye,” and hung up. 

. Dave was devastated, he had had only one thing in mind all day, how to arrange things so he could be with Stacy again tonight. 

“Just my fucking luck” he moaned.

He was angry and disappointed when Malcolm collared him, “Hi! Coming down to cricket practice” he asked. 

Dave was about to tell Malcolm to fuck off, when the words cricket practice reminded him of his ride home yesterday after practice, with Mrs Watson. 

“Shit!” he thought. “She invited me to coffee this afternoon.” 

For some reason he thought better of telling Malcolm what he was going to do, instead he just shook his head, saying “not today I’ve got a few things to do.”

Dave started to smile as he thought of Mrs Watson. “Christ I hope some of my mates see me with her, they won’t believe that she asked me to have coffee.” 

A broad grin broke out across his face, as he remembered the way her boobs had swung down in her top, giving him an eyeful. 

He licked his lips as he remembered how her skirt had slid up showing what he thought could have been a small patch of hair.

He was starting to raise a horn as he remembered how she had slid around on the seat and whispered in her husky voice, the invitation for coffee after school. 

Even with those thoughts in mind, Dave did not give the slightest thought to the possibility of fucking her. 

She was out of his class. 

He was more than satisfied fucking Stacy Turner.

Mrs Watson was a body to dream over but she was only a dream. 

Stacy Turner was real, he had fucked her, he would fuck her again, she filled his thoughts, he wasn’t going to jeopardise that certainty. 

As far as he was concerned everything revolved around Stacy Turner, nothing else counted, nothing else mattered. 

Never the less the idea of meeting Mrs Watson made his heart beat quicker. She was a top bird. The amazing fact that she wanted to have coffee added to his ego, already inflated from his conquest of Harry’s mum, Mrs Stacy Turner. 

Entering the Mall he spied Mrs Watson coming towards him. He gasped, she looked fucking fantastic. He gasped again, when he caught her against the sunlight. 

“Shit” he thought “I don’t think she’s wearing anything under that dress.” He was not the only one who was watching Helen Watson. 

Every male in the mall followed her progress, watching as she greeted Dave with a kiss and took his arm, before leading him back down the mall. 

Dave couldn’t believe it; his heart was beating at a hundred to the dozen. Here he was arm in arm with the woman whose body had been described by one of his team mates as “A walking wet dream.”

Not only was she beautiful and sexy, but she was the wife of the states toughest footballer. That fact alone making her invitation all the more exciting. 

He was enjoying the jealous stares from the men and women who were watching them closely. He was so proud to be walking arm in arm with Mrs Watson that his pride bubbled out into words.

“Mrs Watson” he stuttered, “your so beautiful, every one is looking at us. I, I, I, mean they are staring at you.” She didn’t respond so he went on “I’ve seen a crowd stare at a people before, but I have never been part of it.”

“You know what? I think they’re jealous.” “They would all like to swap places with me, so they could be with you.”

“Thank you David,” she whispered huskily kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s get away from them,” she urged, leading him quickly through a department store into the car park. 

“I’ve found a new coffee shop I want to try” Helen Turner explained to Dave, “its new, it’s a bit quiet, but lets try it.” 

She could have taken Dave anywhere; his mouth was dry, his brain swirling with unasked questions, as she led him to a secluded table in the near deserted coffee shop.

The coffee shop and bar had been open a week, it was dark and cool inside making her nipples stand out.

Sitting facing Mrs Watson, Dave didn’t know where to look; Her dress had slid up dangerously high, attracting his attention. 

If he was right and she didn’t have any thing on under it, she shouldn’t catch him staring down there.

When she leaned forward he could look down and see most of her boobs swing forward in the top of her dress. “Shit,” he thought, “I can’t let her catch me looking down there either.”

He licked his lips as his mouth became drier. Not knowing where to look. He just sat there blushing.

“My god Dave you’re blushing,” Helen Watson said “are you embarrassed being with me?”

Oh no I’m really proud to sit with someone as beautiful as you,” he exclaimed. You’re so exciting I don’t know where to look.” He spluttered in embarrassment his face redder than ever.

“I want you to look at me,” she whispered huskily. “Your voice is lovely and husky,” Dave said 

Helen Watson wasn’t interested in what he though of her voice, her adrenalin was up; she had other things to excite him. She stood up in the semi dark and swirled her body around until the dress swung out further and further. 

Dave could now tell for sure, there was nothing under her dress except firm flesh and what looked like a thin strip of hair. 

“Do you like my outfit?” she asked “I wore it especially to meet you today.” 

Looking at her muscular brown legs Dave licked his lips, “Shit your legs are beautiful,” he exclaimed.

Her legs were divine, presented to perfection by a pair of red leather needle thin four inch heels. The addition of a shiny, tiny white dress that barely reached her thighs, completed the mind blowing picture 

“Studying legs again,” she teased. “I think you really are a leg man Dave.”

Dave couldn’t help himself, “Mrs Watson you have the most beautiful long luscious sexy legs I have ever seen, better than a movie star, better than the models in my magazines, they are marvellous.”

He was so startled when she asked, “Do my legs make you horny?” that he replied “you would make a stone wall horny, you’re so sexy.” 

Expecting her to object to what he felt were his over the top remarks, he was relieved when she giggled like a young girl and said “Thanks, that’s a lovely compliment,” 

“Thanks,” she said again, as she moved over to sit beside him, taking his head in her hands and kissing him gently on the mouth. “Thank you.”

Dave was starting to relax she wasn’t upset with him, she was flirting like a young girl; 

He sat back sipping his coffee, as he did He thought of her husband and his violent reputation. Glancing around, he looked to see if anyone was watching. The room was empty except for the waiter who had not missed a thing. 

“Don’t get nervous Dave” she said as she took his hand and held it on her lap.

“I know your only teasing, but your husband the, the raging bull,” he stuttered. “What, what if some one saw you holding my hand. They could think that we were up to something and tell him.”

“Up to what?” she asked mischievously. “Oh you know if I was coming on to you, or they thought you were having an affair.” “Are you coming on to me?” she asked as she moved his hand on her lap. 

“Oh No! I just thought you are so well known, that our having coffee and fooling around might be misconstrued,” he said trying to settle things down.

“Don’t you like me fooling around with you?” she asked. 

“Oh yes I love it” he cried. “I loved walking down the mall with you. All those men staring at you, envious of me was exciting.”

“That’s nice David but you are right.” she said as she squeezed his hand in hers, “my husband would kill us both if he thought we were up to something.”

“That’s the trouble,” she continued, “I’m bored and lonely.” “I sit in the coffee shop on my own most afternoons. Mothers my age are busy with their children after school.”

“Now I find, even young men like you are scared to talk to me, because I’m the wife of the raging bull.”

“Oh hell I `m not scared to talk to you.” “I will have coffee with you every day after cricket practice if you will have me,” Dave said putting his hand up to touch her cheek.

“That’s wonderful but every day would be over the top and people would talk.” She laughed.

Later as they walked to her car, she asked “What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing much” he replied 

“I’m going out to the drive- in. They tell me its going broke and will close down shortly.”

“You young ones don’t remember drive-ins like people my age.” “They were the places where we went on dates when I was a teenager.”

“I want to go back to see it before it closes.” 

Dave was embarrassed, “Gee Mrs Watson” he said, “I have never been to a drive in.” “They don’t show modern movies and that one is way out of town.” He explained. “I always go to Cinema 8, or rent DVD’s and videos at Blockbuster.”

Helen turned to look at him “Max is out of town. Drive- ins are for couples, they are very lonely places for people on their own.”

“Would you like to join me?” 

She laughed as she continued, “no one will know you are with the wife of the raging bull.”

Dave who had nothing planned now that Stacy was away, agreed. 

“Right she said, now you must stop calling me Mrs Watson.” “You must call me Helen. I will call you David or Dave.”

. 

On the way home Helen’s mobile rang, she pushed in her ear plug, and talked while driving. “Hi,” she said quickly when she heard Stacy’s voice, “I’m in the car, I’m just driving Dave home.” “Can he hear me?” Stacy asked.

Helen looked over at Dave who was studying her legs and the tops of her thighs. 

“No!” She replied. 

“My god Helen, You’re a bitch,” Stacy whispered down the phone, “don`t tell me you`ve fucked him already.” 

“No,” Helen replied, while winking at Dave, “but it won’t be long.”

Dave who didn’t know he was the topic of discussion, winked back. . He wasn’t trying to listen. He found it more enjoyable to look. 

“Well it looks as thought we will be here for a few days, so you can take your time,” Stacy told Helen with a sigh.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste any time or opportunities,” Helen replied 

After more whispered conversation, Helen told Stacy, “I’ve got to go,” as she stopped her car outside Dave’s house “ring me later.” 

“That was Stacy Turner” she explained to Dave as she repeated her arrangements for the drive in. “We had better meet at six.” “I’ll pick you up on the corner down the road from your place.” “I think it’s open all night, so it really won’t matter if we’re late,” she told him as she blew him a kiss and drove away.

“Mrs Watson again?” his mum asked as he came in the door. “Yes mum” you are right she is lonely,” he replied rushing to his room to answer his mobile.

It was Stacy telling him it would be at least a week before she returned. “A week” he cried as he got off the phone, “a whole bloody week.”

What are you mumbling about his mother called? “Nothing mum,” he replied as he made for his shower.

Helen Watson was wet with anticipation. While Dave had no experience of drive-ins, she had spent many nights with her dates in back seats, making out at the drive-in. 

Helen sang to herself as she dabbed perfume in places where she expected his mouth, nose and tongue to linger tonight. 

Drive-ins won’t be the only things he learns about tonight,” she mused as she played with her nipples. 

She chose a top with buttons up the front so he would find it easy to open. “He won’t have to fumble around the back looking for a bra,” she giggled. “There will be nothing under the top only me.”

Finally she discarded a tight fitting skirt that moulded her perfect bottom, in favour of a loose skirt that would allow him easy access to her already moist pussy.

At the drive in she took charge, driving to a section where there were few cars. “Let’s hop in the back,” she said “it’s more comfortable.” “ We can hook up the speakers on a front window, so they don’t get in our road if we want to get in and out.”

She settled in the back seat complete with blanket and sent him off to get drinks. When he returned he joined her in the back seat. 

“No wonder they are closing. There are hardly any cars here at all,” he reported. Dave waved his hand in a wide semi circle, “There are only two cars over this side.” 

“All the better,” thought Helen. Helen moved over close to Dave spreading the blankets over their lower bodies. “When a boy took a girl to the drive in, they hopped in the back seat and sometimes watched the movie.” She laughed. 

“When Max and I came here in our courting days, he would put his arm around me and we would cuddle in together.” 

She took Dave’s arm and placed it around her laying her head on his shoulder, so close he could feel her breath on his cheek.

Dave was overwhelmed by the feel of her body against his, especially her firm breast on his body and her warm breath on his cheek. Her heady perfume filled his nostrils, making his prick stir in his pants.

Dave moved to get comfortable; He still didn’t believe Mrs Watson would let him fuck her. As far as he was concerned, she just wanted to renew some of her teenage memories. 

“Maybe if I’m lucky, she will let me help her re-live her courting days.” “If she does I might cop a stray feel or least a pretend make out,” he dreamed, thinking how great it would be to get his hands on her horny body. 

Dave’s movement allowed Helen Watson to snuggle in closer, until her lips lay against his neck. He was startled when she kissed him lightly on the neck and then opened her mouth, blowing quietly as her teeth started to nibble along his neck up towards his chin.

“Max used to love me doing that,” she said in that husky whisper that caused Dave’s prick to unwind and push up in his pants.

“Oh David!” she said as she pulled herself up to bring their faces level. “Thank you for coming with me, it brings back such vivid memories of making out in the back seat of Max’s car.”

Dave heard what he thought was a sob escape from her lips. He felt a shudder shake her body. “If only Max had come out here with me.” She whispered. “He might have recalled how much in love we were, and how we made love here for the very first time.”

Dave was worried. “What do I do now?” “Should I pretend I didn’t notice, or should I do something?”

For a few moments her heady perfume and the feel of her hard breast on his chest had started to make him horny, but her tears were confusing him. 

“Oh shit! What the heck, maybe if I cuddle her she will remember the good times,” he thought, as he started to kiss her on the forehead, then on her eyes, as he wiped her tears away.

Helen was wondering what had come over her. She had deliberately come here to cheat on Max. She had come here to fuck Dave. “What’s bloody wrong with me? She asked herself. “What am I getting emotional about?” 




My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 03



She was becoming more confused every minute. She hated Max for the way he treated her. Yet suddenly she didn’t really know whether she wanted to go ahead with her plans to cheat on him with Dave. 

Dave changed all that; he was wiping her tears away, kissing her eyes closed after he’d dried them. 

His mouth was moving around her face kissing her all over. She lay in his arms with her mouth open, when his open mouth reached hers. 

Theirs breaths intermingled as both stopped for a fleeting second, then his tongue flicked out to her, and she responded.

The kiss was dynamite, it blew away all her worries, Max was forgotten in the heat of their kiss. 

Dave too was over the moon, his mind went in to overdrive; “she’s hot,” he thought, as he started to wonder if he may be able to fuck her.

Helen’s kiss was molten passion, her need for love and affection flowed up into the kiss as her pent up desires took control. 

Dave started to moan, Helen could feel his body shaking, her mind raced ahead of the kiss, “Dave won’t know how much I want him to fuck me,” she thought, “I’ll have to control him or we will stuff it up. I want him to want to do me again and again.”

Pushing her face back from his, she whispered passionately as she rained kisses on his mouth. “Oh David this is so lovely, you are making me melt with your kisses.”

A burst of pride hit Dave as she went on “please be gentle darling, I want you to love me make me yours.” 

Her hand moved smoothly taking Dave’s hand and laying it on her breast; her other hand opened his zip letting his over excited prick escape. 

Dave’s body bucked forward as his prick swelled and throbbed in her hand. 

Still whispering, she commenced rubbing it softly up and down, her thumb caressing its swollen head.

Her actions drew a moan of pleasure from Dave as he responded to her light touch on his prick, pushing it backward and forward trying to fuck her hand.

Dave’s hand was not idle; it quickly opened the buttons of her top releasing the ‘bra free breasts’ hidden inside. 

He gasped out loud as her dark brown pointy nipples stood out from her firm breasts in the light from the moon and the far off theatre screen.



My god your lovely he whispered as his head ducked down and his mouth tried to swallow her whole left breast. Helen moaned out loud, “yes kiss them sweetheart,” holding his head when he did, then moaning “oh I love that,” arching her back to push more and more breast into his mouth.

Dave’s amazement at the change his kiss had made grew as this married woman whom he had lusted over in his boyhood fantasies guided his mouth to her breasts.

Helen arched her back pushing her body up from the seat, wriggling into a position that forced him to suck more and more nipple and breast into his mouth. 

His mouth teased her as it slipped from one nipple to the other, sucking hard as if to draw milk.

She cried out loud when he took her nipple between his teeth, biting little baby bites, causing the nipple to stand erect. 

A jumble of words and loud moans of pleasure and pain from her open mouth filled the car, stirring Dave’s erection and his tongue into more action.

All thoughts Helen had of controlling Dave disappeared as she completely abandoned her self to his mouth watering kissing, and licking of her breasts and nipples. 

Her breasts felt enlarged becoming more sensitive every minute as his hands mouth and tongue drove her crazy.

His hand ran through her hair pulling her head back forcing her chest forward, creating space for his mouth to lick down her breasts to her belly button, his tongue trying to enter it as his mouth and teeth tried to devour it. 

Helen was loosing control of her emotions moaning out loud,” gently lover, gently now,” as his tongue circled her breast before returning to bite her nipples. 

Her moans thrilled him so much that when they grew weaker, his mouth returned to nibble and bite down on her nipple forcing her to buck and squeal. 

“Gently darling don’t hurt me,” she moaned

Gradually they moved, never for one minute breaking their hold on each other, to a position where his hand pushed her legs apart and slid up to enter her flooded pussy.

Shoving him away, she stripped of her skirt and his shirt and trousers, leaving them both naked. 

She moved so she could lay back along the seat and cried in her deep husky voice, “Fuck me David, fuck me.”

Dave sat back and studied her in the flickering light of the movies. “My god” he moaned out loud. “You’re fucking magnificent.” 

Helen’s body lay sprawled along the seat, legs apart, one bent with the knee against the back of the seat, the other hanging over the side with her red stilettos touching the floor of the car. 

The small strip of cunt hair gleamed with her fluids, her breasts shone from his mouths exertions, her body was shiny with sweat, her lipstick smeared over her mouth, her hair a mess; 

“She is a living fuck waiting to happen,” was the only way Dave could describe her. 

He moved forward as she took his now fully extended prick in her hand. Without any preliminaries she directed it into her waiting cunt.

“That’s what I want,” she grunted as he eased it home and his body fell on hers.

Within minutes Helen was in heaven; his hard young prick was pummelling the back of her pussy, filling her. 

“Push against my clit,” she moaned as she raised her body from the seat pushing up to help him position his prick to find it. 

Their bodies were slapping together, the car seat was squeaking, their moans of pleasure growing louder and louder, as he started to erupt inside her, bringing her to her first orgasm in months.

A passing customer attracted by the car rocking from their vigour and hearing their moans of pleasure, hit the rocking car on the roof and shouted through the open front window “good one mate give her one for me.”

Dave heard him but did not stop. He remained hard and continued to stir her now overflowing cunt with his stiff hard prick. 

Helen hardly heard the interruption. She lay back panting, her temperature rising, senses reeling from the urgency of Dave’s love making. 

She marvelled at his size and his stamina. She pulled his head down to kiss him, “that was fantastic you are a wonderful lover she moaned.”

Dave couldn’t believe his luck; he was fucking Helen Watson the wife of the raging bull. He looked down marvelling at the beauty of her heaving body, as he continued to slowly push in and out of her hot cunt. 

Mrs Watson was so beautiful that never in his wildest dreams did he fanaticise that she would even kiss him let alone fuck him. 

Now here he was at a drive in with Mrs Watson lying on her back, his prick wedged in her cunt. Best of all she was pulling his head down to kiss him telling him he was fantastic.

“Shit, I’m eighteen; I’m the secret lover of two of the town’s most exciting married women,” Dave thought “if I didn’t know better I’d think I was dreaming.” 

As he plundered her hot warm cunt with slow hard drives he became surer more confident that he could do whatever he liked with Helen. 

Interval came and went and still they fucked on. They fucked in every position they could master in the confined space of the car’s back seat.

Dave wasn’t used to fucking in cars. With Stacy on the scorer’s room floor they had been very inventive and they had been again on her kitchen floor. He wanted more room.

He opened a car door, and then stood outside. 

With Helen down on the seat, he pulled her forward lifting her hips and swinging her legs up around his neck. 

A grunt of amazement followed by a moan of satisfaction escaped from Helens lips as Dave using the purchase of his feet on the ground rammed home from a standing position. 

Not satisfied with that position, he pulled her up to stand with her legs on the ground outside the car. Pushing her body forward, her face down on the seat, he dragged her back by the hips as he fucked her vigorously dog fashion. 

Helens arse started to grind back against him. She was grunting and moving to gain every inch of his penetration. He sensed she was reaching her peak. He sped up and banged into her like a battering ram, their bodies clashing and slapping together. 

Helen found Dave’s renewed energy from his standing position overwhelming. She struggled panting for breath as she rocked her arse back against him again and again. 

She was moaning making harsh unintelligible sounds deep in her throat as she came, going on and on, until her body slumped forward on the seat.

Leaning on her back to play with her squashed breasts and run his finger around her clit, he grunted in her ear, We’re a couple of dogs “I’m your Great Dane and you’re my fucking French poodle bitch.” 

The ground covered with loose gravel and sloped to allow peoples cars to see the screen caused them to slide and slip, finally motivating him to move again. 

Helen objected “remember I’ve got no clothes on, I’m nude,” she moaned as he led her wearing only her red stilettos around to the front of the car.

“Some one will see us” she moaned as he made her stand nude in front of the car.

You’re so lovely, so fucking beautiful, I can’t get enough of you,” he explained as he stood back admiring her luscious body. 

Helen stood, hands on hips, legs astride, wearing only her heels. Dave wet his fingers in her sopping cunt and then transferred her juices via his fingers over her belly, her breasts, her nipples, along her chin and cheek bone, finally inserting them gently in her mouth. 

“Suck our love juices,” he whispered as he stepped back to watch her suck his fingers. 

They had reached a stage where they were no longer just fucking each other. They had become lovers laughing and enjoying each others body.

“Fucking`s fun,” Dave thought as he kept one hand in her mouth and used the other to play and pull on her nipples, pinching them between thumb and forefinger. 

He laughed, doing it again, when she squealed and tried to push his hand away. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, he sucked hard trying to make her breasts leak. 

Helen mind was awash with emotion as she stood there in the open, in the nude, in front of the car, holding his head, pulling it on to her breasts. 

She marvelled at what she was allowing him to do to her. Just standing out in the open like this was turning her on. 

Suddenly she started to shudder, her hips were moving, her legs trembling, as her orgasm hit all of her senses. 

Oh Dave be gentle, keep that up,” she moaned, “I can’t believe it; you are making me come just by loving my breasts.” 

He slumped to his knees and held her cunt lips open, “I can see it, I can feel your cunt lips shuddering, oh hell! You’re hot cum smells fucking marvellous,” he cried, as he pushed his face and nose into her dripping cunt.

As she came down from her high she started to look around to see if anyone was watching.

“Stop worrying, anyone who sees you will not recognise you.” Dave said. “They will be looking at your fanny not your face,” he said as he turned her around; spread her on the bonnet, entering her first from the rear. 

Then turning her over he pulled her forward to impale her once more on his ever hard prick. 

He fucked from the hips, unable to stop his noisy grunts of satisfaction, as her muscles closed on his prick.

His knees kept buckling, as he strove to get more purchase to push deeper and deeper into her. 

Finally he said “I have got to have room.” “I want to look at you and ride you without being bent up, or slipping over.” 

He dragged the blanket out and laid it on the ground in the open beside the car. 

“Oh my god, Dave! I’m married, I’m well known in this town, we can’t do it out here someone might come along its too public,”

“We have just done it out here,” he whispered as he coaxed her down on to the blanket.

On the blanket, he pushed her legs apart and proceeded to lick and suck from her pussy to her knees. 

His mouth and tongue drove Helen wild. They were every where. His little butterfly kisses made her skin tingle and her nipples harden, 

His fingers traced their way around her hips and inner thigh, before his tongue slid back, pausing at her belly button before heading down the track between her two holes entering her cunt. 

She stopped complaining and started to moan and groan out loud, as he fucked her in the open, on the ground, in the moonlight.

She lay back listening to her mouth emitting little grunting and groaning noises, as his body slammed the wind from her.

“Bloody hell,” Helen thought “I never ever let Max fuck me outside the car.” 

“Now here I am married to that madman, being fucked by an eighteen year old at the drive- inn. Not only on the bonnet of my car in full public view, but now down on the ground, where someone could walk over us.” 

The midnight movie was screening when Helen finally cried “That’s enough,” pushing him away. She struggled up from the blanket to sit side ways on the edge of the back seat, her legs hanging out the door. 

Dave moved to sit on the ground in front of her, looking up between her legs at her swollen cunt lips. 

As she smoked, he inserted one finger then a second, into her extremely wet and sticky cunt. 

His eyes feasted on her. Her legs were splayed for his fingers, her nipples standing out like golf tees. Once again he thought, as he had a dozen times that night, “what a fucking fabulous woman.”

Helen drew deep on her cigarette, her body completely relaxed as he ran his fingers in and out of her cunt, curling the longest finger to stroke inside the top, reaching for any place that would turn her on. 

Time after time his finger would very slowly crawl to her arse hole and rim it, pushing to partially enter, before withdrawing and returning to her cunt. 

She smiled. It was his little game, spreading their combined juices as he teased her with the possibility of his finger entering her arse.

Inserting one finger in her cunt, he asked “how many will it take?” 

Helen opened her legs wider and wider to give him greater access until he had four fingers deep in her cunt, his thumb bumping her nub. 

He was startled as she sent her cigarette spinning in the air. With a grunt she slipped her body down off the seat, forcing his whole hand to enter her.

She let out a scream and came, losing control, her urine mixing with her cum and pouring down over his hand and body.

“Oh my god you’re marvellous” she cried as her hips bucked. Dave`s fist was completely embedded in Helen. He wriggled his fingers moved it in and out and slowly withdrew, as her urine and cum leaked down his arm on to his body.

She shuddered again and again, holding his head, pulling it into her cunt lips as she knelt over him while he sat on the ground. 

“What a night, she moaned, “I’m fucked.” “I’ve never felt so full in years.” 

“I’m going to clean you up, then we really must go,” she said as she sank to her knees on to the wet blanket, all worries of being disturbed forgotten.

Dave stood legs apart, his hands in her hair, as she licked and sucked his penis deep in her mouth.

Standing there with the wife of the roughest toughest footballer in town sucking his prick he knew that this night must remain a secret. 

But he couldn’t help smiling to himself as he thought “my god Malcolm would freak.” “He wouldn’t believe me anyway.” “He would never believe what I’ve done.” 

His thoughts returned to Helen as her hands cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging them making him grunt with satisfaction.

He looked down at her bobbing head, “Oh yes! That’s lovely,” he whispered as he began fucking her mouth, thrusting deep into the back of her throat.

Her hands left his balls. She pushed his hips back to control his now near violent reaction to her mouth and tongues work. “Watch out or you’ll choke me,” she spluttered with her mouth full.

Helen gobbled, grunting and swallowing as his cum erupted in her mouth. Lovingly she took his prick in her hand, milking the last of his cum into her mouth.

Noticing the loving way in which she was now treating his prick, he withdrew and leant down helping her to her feet. “Come up here” he said, kissing her, tasting his cum. 

They stood out in the open, both completely nude except for her stiletto red shoes. Holding each other in their arms, they looked down on the cars in the drive-in. 

“Look what I’ve got,” Dave shouted. “Stop watching the movies, you will never see any thing like this again.” 

“Shut up you fucking young fool,” Helen laughed, pulling him back into the car as an internal light went on in a car way down front.

As they dressed, they stopped many times to kiss and touch each other, whispering and laughing about a night both would never forget.

Eventually they were dressed and ready to go. “You drive,” she said handing him the keys, “there is security on the gate but they can only see the driver.”

As they drove out the gate past the security guard the back of Helens head was all the guard could see. It was rising and falling in Dave’s lap as she sucked him to another impossible erection.

“See you at cricket practice,” she whispered as she dropped him outside his home as the clock showed three. 

Shaking her head as she drove away she smiled, “Eight fucking hours” then laughing to herself “eight hours fucking is more like it.” 



My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 04



Mum was rattling the door, “Wake up Dave; I want you to do something before school,” she ordered. 

Dave wasn’t asleep he had lain in bed for the last hour stroking his cock reliving his night with Mrs Helen Turner. 

He still couldn’t believe what had happened. “Shit” he thought how I could have been so lucky. “Mrs Turner is the wife of the roughest toughest footballer in town, she’s built like a playboy model and she’s cheating on him and fucking me.” 

Dave wasn’t the only one reliving last night’s action at the drive –in. 

“It’s bloody dangerous cheating on Max but it was wonderful” Helen thought as she lay in bed smoking, her finger stroking her clit.

She squirmed as she remembered Dave’s enthusiasm and vigour; the young bugger just kept coming back for more and more.

She stroked her pussy amazed that she was not sore after months of no sex at all, then hours of sex last night. 

Her fingers were moving faster in circles now as she smiled to her self, remembering how Dave had been so gentle and loving while trying every position. His enjoyment of her body so obvious that she couldn’t refuse him any thing. 

Only now at home in her bed was she thinking of the risk they had taken. “Max would bloody kill us, if he found out” she groaned.

She stubbed out her cigarette and used both hands to stimulate her clit, “too dangerous,” she moaned, “but it was beautiful, so beautiful.” 

She was drifting off in a wave of passion when she was startled by a knock on her back door.

She pulled a flimsy blouse over her naked body and slipped out of bed, “who is it” she called as she went through the kitchen to the door.

“It’s me Dave” was the whispered reply.

“What the hell are you doing here at this hour,” Helen asked as she opened the door. 

Dave stammered as he reached for her.” Mum sent me down to water Stacy’s plants and pick up yesterday’s mail and papers before school.”

“When I got here, I knew you were home alone next door, so I left my bike out the front at her place, and came down the back through the fence.” Dave replied excitement showing in his voice. 

As he spoke his arms went around her, his lips sought hers. “I couldn’t sleep when I got home. Last night was so fabulous it was like a dream, you’re so beautiful I can’t get you out of my mind.”

His warm lips and tongue was all Helen needed too melt her resistance. She too had had difficulty sleeping, her mind full of the nights love making.

She gasped as Dave’s wandering hands found her pussy already wet from her fingers. 

Dave groaned “oh Helen,” his tongue now more vigorous, his other hand moving to her breast.

Helen could feel Dave’s hard erection pushing against her thigh. Common sense said not here not in Max’s house, but her passion was building. Her body already excited by her fingers massaging, was responding. The time for commonsense was fading, she was going to come just from his fingers and his kissing. 

She moaned out loud as she watched Dave open his fly letting his cock swing free.

A shudder ran through her pussy, her juices started to flow, she stood in his arms in total surrender.

Dave’s mind was awash. He pushed her blouse off her shoulders and it fell to floor. “Christ, he thought, “she’s naked under this top.” His fingers told him, she’s wet and ready. 

His eyes told him, last night wasn’t just a oncer, with Helen carried away by her memories of making out at the drive in. He could fuck Mrs Turner again, now, here in her house before school. He ran his hands up and down her body, over her hard round bottom to her pussy, his fingers opening its lips and stroking it from top to bottom. 

Dave felt Helen shudder, she was breathing heavy, her face was growing red; her nipples were hard and erect.

Gently he pulled her clit between his thumb and forefinger as he dropped his head to her breast and took her brown nipple into his mouth.

Helen sighed as an orgasm started to hit her. Her knees buckled as she shuddered again and again in a mind blowing release.

Knowing she was about to cum Dave held her under both arm pits and watched, her eyes were wide open, her mouth opening and closing in little gasps as shudder after shudder swept over her fabulous body.

Dave’s body responded, his cock started to leak as he felt it erupt and shoot, its hot load hitting her stomach and thighs. They stood in the kitchen stunned at the intensity of their orgasms, staring into each others eyes as they regained their breath. 

Slowly they started to move. Without looking Helen ran a finger down her belly through his spunk and stuck her finger in his mouth, then did it again this time sucking it in her mouth.

He pulled her to him and sank down to lick his spunk inserting two fingers in her wet pussy, slowly stroking her thighs. She moved her body to him moving her hips like a belly dancer. Her pussy massaged his face as she jiggled her hips and held the back of his head.

It was too much for Dave; he bounced up off his knees and turned her around to bend her over the kitchen table. Pushing her legs apart he entered her from behind, his hands coming around to rub her clit and pinch her nipple. 

“What’s come over you” she laughed as he pumped his juices into her. “You, yes you. You’ve come over me.” You’re so fucking beautiful and I’m so fucking lucky. I just can’t help wanting to fill you up. I’d love to make you pregnant. You would make beautiful babies.”

His passionate outburst made Helen face reality.

“Oh you’re lovely” she said as she took his head in her hands “but we can’t be stupid, if Max even thought I was cheating he would kill.” “I’m sure of it. So behave, cool down, I love you, but remember I’m married.” 

“Keep away from me at the sausage sizzle this afternoon. “Some of those busy bodies will gossip if they get they faintest idea.” “Max is away for two or three days, come back earlier tomorrow morning,” she urged as she kissed him and pushed him out the back door.

The fund raising sausage sizzle was nearly over; some mums were cleaning up as others sat in the grandstand waiting for their sons to finish training. 

Sitting in the grandstand with Malcolm, Dave watched Helen rounding up the cricket gear as she did Stacy’s job.

Malcolm’s eyes followed Helen, “shit she’s got the best body I’ve ever seen” he moaned “none of the mothers or cheerleaders could beat that.” Dave ignored him; anything he might say could lead to more questions

Out of the blue, Malcolm asked, “Who do you think would make the best fuck?” 

A few seats away two of the mums Janine Murray and Connie Malloy raised their eyebrows and signalled each other to be quiet as they heard Malcolm’s questions.

Dave wanted to change the topic from Helen so he thought quickly. “I don’t know, anyway what does it matter, they are all mothers and married, they wouldn’t be interested in us.”

Malcolm wouldn’t give up, “don’t tell me they don’t cheat, they are like us we all like a bit on the side.” “Come on wouldn’t you like to fuck that Helen Turner or Stacy Watson.”

Dave was desperate to change the subject; it was as if Malcolm knew he had fucked both Stacy and Helen.

“No not really” he said quickly. “Then who? You must have looked at some of them and wondered what it would be like.” Malcolm went on.

Desperately trying to change Malcolm’s focus Dave thought of another good looking mum and said “that Janine Murray has the best arse in town she’s very tall and I like tall women.”

In an effort to make sure Malcolm was well and truly off the track Dave said, “Yes Janine Murray would be my top pick, she’s got a great body. I’d love to have those long legs wrapped around my head as I played with that bum.” 

“My God,” Connie said when they were out of earshot. “Dave wants to suck you.”

“Oh shut up” Janine said, “he’s only a boy.” 

“He’s eighteen, our top cricketer and he’s got the hots for you.” “What are you going to do about it?”

Janine blushed,” Nothing.” “Don’t be silly I’m married.”

“Don’t give me that,” Connie replied. “You are always complaining Arthur isn’t interested any more.” “Just think what Dave wants to do to you with your legs wrapped around his head.” “Spice your life up, flirt with Dave a bit; you don’t have to go too far just have fun.” 

Connie laughed, “He’s probably a virgin, so he’s probably all talk, tease him, he likes long legs, flash him more of yours.”

“Oh shut up” Janine cried, “leave it alone he’s just a kid.”

Dave was at loose ends, for the last three mornings when his mum had sent him to Stacy’s before school he had had an hour with Helen. Now Max was back and Stacy was still away, he was hungry for sex.

To keep away from Helen down at the sports ground, now that Max was back, Dave let Malcolm help her with the gear. Giving him more time to relax.

After he had used her name to deflect Malcolm, he kept running into Janine Murray at the canteen. He noticed she blushed when he tried to start up a conversation. 

When he sat in the canteen with his mates he took the opportunity to study her more closely. She was over six foot tall; she had a great tight arse and what looked like a good pair of tits. 

Her long black hair framed a beautiful face with high cheek bones and a large mouth. She wore dark red lipstick and a strong floral perfume. Yes she was a bit of alright.

Janine working behind the counter watched Dave; she could tell he was watching her. He’s a good looking young lad she thought “Stop it,” she told herself as she felt a little tingle.

In the shower that afternoon she brought herself to her first orgasm in months using her finger and imagining Dave kissing her there.

Drying herself off she was embarrassed, scolding her self for being a silly fool. “Young men don’t want older women,” she mused. 

Then as she dried her breasts, she remembered Dave telling Malcolm he’d like to have her long legs wrapped around his head. Her thoughts quickly turned to what Dave obviously planned to do to her. Dave was obviously talking about oral sex about kissing her down there. 

Her husband Arthur’s version of foreplay was saying “would you like one tonight?” Oral sex was not high on his menu. 

She sat down on the bed and again stroked her moist pussy, thinking of what his tongue would be like kissing her clit. I wonder if Dave masturbates thinking of me, she dreamed as a little groan of pleasure slipped from her lips. 

Dave still called at Stacy’s each morning to clean up water the garden and pick up mail. As he no longer called next door for an hour he decided to go for a run to fill in time. Setting off in the early morning dark towards Stacy’s, he spied a lone female jogger ahead.

He watched the woman closely as he gradually closed the gap; she was wearing body hugging black spandex pants and a red jogging bra. She was tall and fit.

He took his time catching up as he watched the movements of her magnificent bottom. “God what a great bum” he thought as he drew along side and said “Hi.”

Janine’s mind was far away, she was thinking about Dave, deciding as she ran that from now on she would take Connie’s advice and do a little harmless flirting

She stumbled and fell heavily as she turned quickly when she heard Dave’s voice.

Dave didn’t realise it was Janine until he bent to help her up. “Mrs Murray” he exclaimed, grabbing her by the arm, and wrapping one arm around her waist.

“You startled me,” she cried angrily. “I think I’ve twisted my ankle.” 

Dave held her, apologising as she tried to stand. She cried out in pain and slumped back down on the footpath. “Its no use I can’t walk.”

Dave started to settle down; he had panicked when she fell because he knew he had scared her. Now he took charge, lifting her up off the ground he set off back down the hill. He was carrying her with one arm under her knees the other around and under her tits. She had her arms around his neck.

She was a tall woman, awkward to carry. After a few minutes he sat her down while he rested. Then he lifted her again, this time heading for Stacy’s house at the foot of the hill. “Where are you taking me?” cried Janine when he pushed through the gate into Stacy’s yard.

“This is Stacy Watson’s house,” she cried “they’re not home” 

“I know” Dave groaned “I can’t take you into a house I don’t know. It’s still dark and there are no houses with lights on.” “I have Stacy’s key as I look after their place while they are away. I’ll clean you up and ring the ambulance if we need it.”

He opened the door picked her up and carried her to a couch. Laying her down he ordered her to “rest here. I`ll get a glass of water and a towel.”

When he returned Janine had struggled into a sitting position, her good leg down on the floor beside the couch. Her injured ankle resting on the couch with her knee bent, giving Dave an unrestricted view of her prominent pouch pushing hard against her tight spandex pants.

He stopped to stare, his face going red as his cock unravelled and straightened in his shorts.

Janine gasped out loud, she watched in amazement as Dave’s cock responded to the beauty of her long legs and tight pussy.

Dave with both hands full holding a glass of water a wet cloth and the towel could do nothing to hide his rampant erection.

His embarrassment at causing the accident was nothing to what he was experiencing now.

He was sure Janine had seen his predicament. The fact that she did not say or do anything encouraged him to act as if nothing had happened. Moving over to stand in front of her he passed her the drink.

To hide his embarrassment over the lump in his shorts from his now fully extended cock, he quickly used the wet cloth to wipe the sweat from her face. Filling a bowl of water he washed the grime from her legs checking to see she had not broken any skin. 

Janine lay back as he wiped up her legs over her arms and back to her shoulders. She relaxed as his soothing hands replaced the wet cloth, stroking her gently. His hands stroked her bottom brushing it lightly.

Sweat had ran down into her sports bra and she held her breath as she felt Dave lift the top of the bra and use his finger to wipe the sweat off the top of her breasts. 

He jumped in fright when she whispered “what you are doing “ “Looking to see if everything’s ok” he said with a smile. “Are they ok?” she whispered. “Oh yes, they’re more than ok, they’re beautiful,” he replied as his mouth closed over her nipple.

Janine knew that she must stop Dave now or face the consequences later. Her hands came up to his head as he nibbled on her breast and his hand stroked her pussy through the spandex outfit. 

“No Dave she whispered we shouldn’t, it would be wrong.” A shudder ran through her body causing her to let go of his head and lay back groaning, “No. oh no.” as his kisses set her body on fire.

Dave’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other whilst his hand started to roll down her jogging pants. The material clung to her hot body slowing Dave’s advance. 

Janine thought “I can’t let him fuck me.” She pushed her backside down on the bed to stop him removing her spandex shorts. “I don’t want them off she moaned.” 

She sighed as Dave seemed to lose interest in her shorts and lowered himself so one knee was on each side of her thighs.

“Oh Dave you’re a young devil” she groaned as his two hands moved to her pants and rolled them partly down her hips. With her backside firmly on the couch they again stuck fast. 

“Help me” he pleaded as his mouth sucked on her tongue. “ “No, No you can’t. We mustn’t.” she whispered.

Janine was overcome with a mixture of fear and desire. She was scared at what would happen if she allowed him to take her.

Would she become a promiscuous slut lying and cheating on her family? She blushed as she thought, “What if people found out she had been fucked by a boy, especially a boy younger than her oldest son.” 

The shame would destroy her reputation and that of her kids. What if she became pregnant at her age? Dave was such a strong and virile eighteen year old that his fertile sperm could be dangerous.

She was scared that Dave would treat her as a slut if she gave in to easily. Would he tell other boys, would he shun her, would he blackmail her, her brain was bubbling over with fears and doubts as her body responded to his passionate kisses and his warm wayward hands.

While her head was full of conflicting thoughts and fears Janine’s heart was beating wildly; she was moaning and groaning her body moving in response to Dave’s fingers and mouth. He was slowly succeeding in sliding his hand down under the tight rolled section of her spandex pants.

She was responding wantonly to his kisses. Her body was sweating more now than on the run. Her breasts and nipples felt harder and fuller than she had ever imagined. Her pussy was moist.

“Oh hell!” she thought, as she felt his finger caress lightly across the top of her pussy. She squeezed her legs together moaning aloud “don’t!” as his finger parted the upper folds of her pussy and squeezed in to find her hard erect nub.

Just as she was starting to give in to the pressure of his finger, it suddenly withdrew. Before she knew what had happened she smelt the scent of her arousal. Dave had brought his finger wet from her pussy up to her nose, before running it around her mouth and lips, pushing until she sucked it into her mouth. 

The taste of her own pussy juice excited her. She opened her mouth to take more in, and then gasped in disappointment when he pulled his finger out. Returning it once again to her hips he squeezed it past the tight folds of her scrunched up pants top. She lay breathing heavy as he struggled to reach her clit. 

Before she could stop it, his hand had slipped back onto her pussy, to once again move slowly in little circles around her clit. 

Whilst his finger massaged her clit his other hand returned to the task of removing the now tightly jammed shorts.

“Come on Janine” he whispered his tongue flicking her ear. She tried to escape the tickle of his tongue, but gave in as her pussy responded again and again to the thrill of his finger flicking lightly over her clit. 

While Janine was responding in every way to his touch and his kisses, Dave was frustrated. He could not remove those dreaded shorts, which were blocking his attempts to kiss her pussy. 

He had never thought of being rough with a woman so the only answer was to keep trying.

He ran his other hand over her face. “My god you’re fantastic Janine,” he moaned. “Your high cheek bones, your sparkling eyes, your luscious lips,” as he spoke he kissed each area mentioned 

Kissing and stroking her head and neck he continued, “that jet black hair frames your face beautifully. 

He ran his hands up her legs, “I’ve always said you have the longest sexy legs and the most magnificent backside of all the women in town.” 

Janine lay watching at Dave`s obvious delight in touching and describing every part of her body. No one had ever taken the time to tell her in such intimate details how beautiful she was. No one had ever shown so much enjoyment of her body. 

She was responding to his words and touches with little cries and moans as her pussy filled with her fluids. “You have magnificent tits,” he moaned, massaging her nipples and tits.

“Now I’ve seen and kissed your beautiful breasts I want to see more. I want to see your pussy.” “Let me love you” he whispered.

“I won’t try to fuck you; I just want to suck your pretty pussy,” He whispered. again with his mouth working on her ear.

Janine was slowly losing control, “oh my god she thought I am a slut, I want him to kiss me there.” Dave whispered in her ear. “You can say no at anytime, I promise to stop.”

Janine pushed his face away from hers “you promise?” she asked, “Oh, Janine, yes, yes I promise.” Dave responded warmly.




My Cricket Mate's Mum Ch. 04



“Thank you David” she whispered “I don’t` want to go all the way, I’m scared.” “Don’t be scared” he assured her “I want to love you I would never hurt you.” Janine smiled confidently as she lifted her hips and allowed her pants to slip down until he pulled them off over her joggers.

Lifting her legs to bend her knees, he slid his head down and licked and kissed her inner thigh. “Kiss me please kiss my pussy” she moaned her anticipation growing. 

Dave kept licking her inner thighs his finger playing with her bum. “Come on” she moaned, “don’t tease me now.” “Now that I have surrendered, do it, please do it?” 

But Dave kept teasing her; he very deliberately licked all around her pussy.” You’ve got a great arse,” he whispered, lifting her body to allow his tongue to run along the track from pussy to arsehole. 

“Oh my god:” she cried out loud as the anticipation and teasing got the better of her, and she came jolting and moaning. “Please Dave, oh please” she pleaded as she arched her back and tried to push her leaking pussy on to his mouth. 

As Janine wriggled and struggled to entice his tongue, Dave slid a wet finger along her pussy lips and hooked it up so it entered and tickled her sensitive inner pussy walls.

Janine was stunned at the heat his finger was generating throughout her whole body. Arthur had not finger fucked her since they were teenagers. It was mind blowing to find how she had missed the kissing and teasing of teenage foreplay. 

She lay back enjoying Dave’s fingers, her body jerking and jumping as Dave stroked his finger in and out, moving it faster and faster. Dave could sense her acceptance, and quickly inserted another finger. 

“Oh my darling that’s lovely,” Janine cried, her fingers gripping his shoulders as his tongue finally joined in, to lick around her pussy lips and find her clit. When his teeth gently gripped her nub, she screamed out loud and came again and again.

Dave was in heaven as he licked and swallowed her secretions. Her complete surrender to his finger and tongue, made his heart swell with pride. To have a beautiful woman respond to your lovemaking was fucking magnificent. 

It was not only his pride he noted that was swollen as his over heated prick leaking continually, finally release its come into his pants

Janine didn’t know how many times she came in the next forty minutes, but later laying at home waiting for Connie to come over she estimated that she had came more times in an hour with Dave than she had in 20 years of married life.

“He never once tried to fuck me,” she told an amazed Connie. “He could have fucked me. I was so far gone he could have done what ever he liked. I would have let him do anything; it was just so fucking marvellous.”

She couldn’t stop talking as she relived the morning with Dave. “His tongue and fingers, just his tongue and fingers” she whispered “I have never felt anything like it in my life.” She squirmed around on the bed, dropping her hands to her pussy, “I’m leaking now just telling you about it.”

She blushed “Connie you won’t believe it, but he stuck his tongue and fingers up my back passage. He licked and stuck his tongue in me there, while his fingers rolled my clit.” “His tongue fucked my arse, it was mind boggling.” 

“I swear, I came and came, it was so exciting. It sounds dirty when I tell you now, but it was so sexy, I loved it.” 

“You’ve got it bad,” Connie exclaimed. “Last night you weren’t even going to flirt with him, and here you are the next morning making me come just from your stories.”

“You must settle down, you are rambling on and on. Remember you are a married woman, remember your kids, your reputation.” “You have got to settle down, you must be careful.” 

“Are you telling me not to see him again?” Janine asked “No! I would see him, just be careful,” Connie urged

“Good, because after he got me home and the doctor strapped my leg, I told him I would see him at the parents meeting tonight.” “You’ve got to help me so I can slip away.”

Connie was stunned “how am I going to cover for you.” “What are you going to do?” 

“I am going to fuck him, tonight. I can’t wait. I want to do it now. I should have done it this morning.”

A knock on the door made them jump. Connie looked out the window “my god its Dave,” she exclaimed. Will I let him in?

“No” Janine answered quickly. “Help me up, I will let him in, you slip out the back way and keep and eye out for any other visitors.”

Connie stood in the kitchen and watched as Dave took Janine in his arms and kissed her. “I was worried that you were home on your own, so I skipped class to come down and check on you,” he explained as their kissing grew more intense.

Connie was mesmerised, she watched in amazement as Dave stripped Janine’s top and bra, and his mouth tried to devour her breast.

She started to ease out of the kitchen, but Janine’s moans of delight stopped her and she returned to stare again at the two lovers.

Dave had carried Janine to the day bed and was removing the last of his clothes. His substantial cock and balls made Connie’s knees tremble. 

She could not get close enough to hear what they were whispering but she could tell by the way Janine lay back with her legs spread wide, that she had asked him to fuck her.

Connie leant on the counter to control her shaking. She watched Dave suck and lick down Janine’s body from her neck to her breasts. She could hear her own breathing grow louder as she watched Dave insert his tongue in Janine’s belly button before attacking her cunt.

Connie could feel her pants getting wetter as Janine Pulled Dave’s head up from between her legs. She moaned loud enough for Connie to hear “Fuck me darling, please fuck me.”

Dave responded by thrusting his cock forward, helping Janine to feed it into her cunt. Connie’s body shuddered as Dave and Janine started to move in unison both grunting and panting. Moaning out loud “oh that’s wonderful,” Janine threw her long legs in the air and wrapped them around Dave.

“They’re not around his head but he’s got his wish,” Connie sighed as she headed home.