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C Ralston - Hot loving widow

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C K Ralston

Hot loving widow

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, dear God, what am I ever going to do?" Donna Spaulding asked herself hopelessly, pacing the floor. "Damn Mary Lee Henderson for talking me into going to that damned movie with her! It just made things a thousand times worse."

Donna watched herself strutting nervously about her own living room in the big mirror in the entryway. Her long blonde hair tossed as she paced, and her big, braless tits jiggled furiously beneath her sheer negligee with each step. Donna pivoted on her long, flawless legs and strode across the room once more.

The movie had been a real mistake, Donna told herself for the hundredth time since she and Mary Lee had walked out of the theater an hour ago. Donna ran her hands absently across the front of her slinky negligee, feeling her nipples poking out firm and rubbery under the sheer fabric.

"Changing into this damned thing was probably a mistake too!" Donna muttered, disgusted with herself and the hungry, hot feelings that were pounding through her pussy! Donna had never even thought such words before moving to California four months ago. She knew such things were deadly sinful. But then everything in California was so different from "down home".

"Damn you, Leonard, why did you have to die and leave me and Lennie all alone?" Donna whispered bitterly. "Oh, you did right by us. You left us well-set, enough so I could move out here to the West Coast and be all alone and miserable! Oh, dear Lord, what's a widow to do?"

An image of one of the handsome, virile young men in the pornographic movie Mary Lee had dragged her to see flashed through Donna's mind. He had been a really good looking guy, with a huge cock and a masterful way of using it on the many girls in the film.

Donna moaned as she put herself into the scenes mentally. She had never done half of the disgusting, shocking, thrilling things she had witnessed today Leonard had been too wholesome and godly a man to even suggest such things but she quickly found that it turned her on furiously to imagine herself doing them!

"Oh, I hope Lennie doesn't get home early today!" Donna groaned, heading for her bedroom. She just had to have some time to herself before her son got home! The movie had been just too much for Donna to handle without a little relief.

Donna locked the door to her bedroom and flung herself on the bed. She slid the flimsy negligee up over her flat belly and put a long, delicate finger up into her moist cunt.

"Uhhhh!" Donna groaned as the finger glided in over her super-sensitive clit. "Ohhhh, Lord, I know it's wrong, and I try not to do it but since Leonard's been gone since I moved out here, to this wicked land"

Donna's voice quieted to an inaudible whisper. She hoped God would understand. The needs the lovely thirty-year-old woman felt raging through her pussy were just too strong to deny.

"Oh, I should have stayed down home! Where I wouldn't see such trash!" Donna moaned, thinking about the movie and the handsome lead actor, with his long, thick cock. "Oooh, it's so big! And those shameless girls they did everything in the world to it! They sucked it! Oh, dear Lord! One of them even put it back here!"

Donna parted her tight asshole with her fingertip and probed around. She was amazed as a jolt of fiery need flashed from her ass right up to her clit. Her snug pussy shaft closed in time with her asshole, trapping a finger in each for a second.

"Oh, my! That feels so odd!" Donna sighed, beginning to realize why the sensuous redhead in the film had only mewled and begun grinding her lush hips back to meet the fuck-thrusts of the leading man when he had shoved his massive prick up her ass.

"These godless people out here sure know some tricks!" Donna mumbled as she sank more and more of her fingers up into both clingy holes. "Ohhhh, no wonder that girl liked this!"

Hot thrills were spilling from Donna's an up to her cunt and back again faster than she could fuck her fingers in and out. She caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror. Donna again thought of herself in one of those perverse movies, fucking with an exciting man like the one she had seen today.

"I I look just like one of those harlots he was he was fucking!" Donna said the dreaded, disgusting word aloud for the first time in her life. "Oh, God, I'm as pretty as any of those whom! Why won't you fuck me, you gorgeous stud! Why won't you fuck my hot pussy!"

Donna was floating on a dream. Her cunt was fluttering vividly round her delving finger. Her ass was nipping at her other gently drilling finger. She looked in the mirror again and saw her lean, big-titted body undulating shamelessly on the bed, just the way the sluts in the movie had when they were getting fucked.

"Oh, fuck me, you sweet man!" Donna whimpered. "Fuck me till I cum my head off!"

The loud, angry ring of the front doorbell drove the sensual image of the actor from Donna's mind in an instant. The bell chimed again and again.

"Nooooo!" Donna whined, her body shaking on the edge of the climax it needed so desperately. "Not now! Not when I'm this close! Go away. Come back later, whoever the hell you are!"

The ringing wouldn't stop. Donna felt her orgasm dying away.

"Ohhhh, slit!" the frustrated widow said at last and slowly pulled her fingers from her ass and pussy.

Donna drew the flimsy negligee back around her and stopped for a second in the bathroom to run water over her hands. She was still flushed and breathing heavily with excitement as she reached the door and peeked out the peephole.

Byron Willis shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. He pressed the doorbell again.

"Come on, Mrs. Spaulding, I know you're home," the teenaged boy muttered under his breath. "The car's in the fuckin' driveway. What's takin' you so long?"

Donna opened the door as wide as the safety chain would allow. "Yes, Byron. What is it?"

"Uh, I came to collect for mowing the lawn, Mrs. Spaulding," the boy answered quickly. "It's the first of the month again and I need the cash. Okay?"

Donna went to the entry table and grabbed her purse. She was frustrated and in a hurry to get back to the bedroom and finish what she had started before her son got home. Lawn mowing money, at a time like this! Imagine!

"Here's your money, Byron." Donna passed the bills through the crack quickly. "And, Byron, you might call first next time you come over. I just got home. You could have walked over here for nothing."

"Yeah, sure, Mrs. Spaulding, anything you say," Byron agreed, stuffing the money in his pocket. "Uh, I wonder, could I use the phone for a minute before I head out? I just have one quick call to make."

Donna's mind raced. The nerve of this boy! People back home would never have been so forward with someone they'd known for barely a month. Wanting to barge right into the house and use the phone! Still, he had asked politely enough.

"Okay, come on in," Donna sighed at last, mentally giving up her plans for continuing her much-needed session in the bedroom. "But be as quick as you can about it. I have a lot of things I want to get done today before Lennie gets home."

Byron sucked in his breath as the chain was undone and he stepped into the entryway. Mrs. Spaulding had always impressed him as being a knockout, but he had never really seen her in any clothes that emphasized her curves until now.

Donna realized as soon as the tall, handsome teenager stepped inside that she should have run back into the bedroom and thrown on a robe before admitting him. The unfamiliar state of arousal she had worked herself into before the bell had rung still had Donna in a dither. She just wasn't thinking clearly yet.

"I I hope you'll forgive my appearance," the widow blurted uncomfortably. "I wasn't expecting visitors."

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