"Sweaty" Part 2 & Part 3

"Sweaty" Pt2 & 3.2

by Julius

Copyright 2005

Pt, 2

Mitzi wasn't sure what to do. Pull up her shorts and

go home? Keep her cool and stay? She looked down at

Matthew's cock, sighed and stayed.

"Hi Kim, what's hapnin'?" this from Matthew.

"Fell asleep and they went to beach without me."

"Mitzi, this is Kim."

"Er, hi Kim," said Mitzi. Matthew's sweet cock stayed

erect. How in God's name did he manage that?

Kim grinned at Mitzi and knelt behind the sofa,

forearms on the top, her chin resting on her hands.

Dear heavens, thought Mitzi, is she just going to stay

and watch? Suddenly shy under the girl's gaze Mitzi

didn't want to expose her breasts. Silly really, she

thought, when her shorts were round her ankles.

Matthew's erection finally showed signs of subsiding

and Mitzi cursed Kim silently. She got to her feet and

stepped out of her shorts, Kim stared at her and Mitzi

was suddenly, sadly aware of the age gap.

"How old are you Kim?"

"Eighteen, same as Matt. How old are you?"

"It's rude to ask a woman her age," said Matthew,

perhaps feeling left out, "and she's not my mother,

Mitzi lives next door."

"Oh," said Kim, sounding a little disappointed.

"I'm forty-eight Kim," Mitzi sighed and turned to sit

beside Matthew. She felt tears swell her eyes, her

bare old thigh against his bare young thigh. Christ,

why hadn't she locked the door, better yet, bought a

new lawn mower?

She closed her eyes for a moment. Waiting perhaps,

for Kim to take the hint and just go. Really she

didn't know quite what to do. Then she felt Kim sit

beside her. "That's cool, my mom's forty-one."

Mitzi thought about departure again and looked

ruefully at her crumpled shorts on the floor. Could

she mange enough dignity to get them on? She leaned

forward.

But Kim produced the remote. The screen flickered to

life. The tape must have been running, the scene had

changed.

"Kim!" said an embarrassed Matthew.

"Hey!" exclaimed Kim, staring.

A girl with remarkably red hair was sprawled in a

chair while a man buried his face between her thighs.

Matthew reached across Mitzi for the remote. Kim

snatched it away.

"No! Let's watch this," she snapped, suddenly in

charge.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the screen. Mitzi felt a

strong urge to giggle.

"Ever do that Matt?" Kim asked.

Matt said 'no' in a soft voice and Mitzi knew he

wished he could tell the girl 'yes'.

"Would you like to try?" asked Mitzi. She put her hand

to her mouth, astounded, horrified that she'd uttered

the words.

Matthew grunted and eased forward. Mitzi felt near to

panic. Time to be going, she felt old and she felt

very stupid.

Matthew moved off the sofa with clumsy grace and onto

his knees at Mitzi's feet. His hot hands rested on her

knees. "Can I try?" he asked very quietly.

"Won't Kim mind?" Mitzi asked.

"I don't care," Kim sounded as if she cared very much,

"it's not like we're an item or anything."

Mitzi's body didn't care about codes of behaviour, it

was still running on cock-induced heat. She found

herself wriggling her ass towards the edge of the sofa

and spreading her legs.

She wondered if this was Matthew's first close up of a

real pussy, a real, in the flesh, open pussy. Mitzi

slid her hands down and peeled herself farther open.

"Oh wow!" she heard him breathe the words. He looked

up into her eyes, suddenly very young and very shy.

If he'd been watching the videos there could be no

real surprises surely. "Look if you like," she told

him, wishing Kim was somewhere far away. But Kim was

silently watching the little tableau. Maybe she was

wondering where this was all going.

Mitzi had begun trimming her pubic hair a few months

back and thought herself rather daring. Now she gazed

down at the line of dark brown hair leading up from

her pussy towards her belly button. She could see her

own pinkness and the paler button that was her clit.

She held her breath as Matthew slowly leaned forward,

poked out his tongue and licked her.

Mitzi's body jerked and went rigid. Matthew raised his

head quickly, as if afraid he'd hurt her.

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," Mitzi's voice was a

hoarse croak.

He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth over the

junction of her labia and sucked gently as if knowing

what to do. His tongue found the firm nipple that was

her clit and he began to do all the right things.

Mitzi sobbed and squirmed under his face.

She gave a little scream and her thighs squeezed

together, clamping his chest. Then she opened her legs

and began bucking against his face.

The girl on the screen was coming or at least

pretending to. But Mitzi wasn't pretending, she was

having the orgasm of her life or so it seemed right

then.

And then, she was begging him to stop, trying to push

his head away from her pussy. Sensory overload had hit

her. Matthew raised his head, breathing hard. Her

breasts seemed about to lift out of her bikini top

with each breath. Was she laughing or crying, she

didn't know?

"Oh Matthew, Matthew, that was beautiful. Beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful."

"Really?" he said, sounding amazed at his success.

"Mmmm," murmured Mitzi, her eyes closed, she was awash

in the afterglow.

She let her eyes peep through her lashes and watched

him. He was sat back on his heels. His hand was to his

mouth. It was wet, his chin was wet. She could see him

sniffing his fingers, smelling her.

She looked down at his cock, it was rigid and drooling

precum. A gossamer strand joined him, by mere

molecules, to the carpet. There, she thought, was a

young man who badly needed to come.

"Matt," Kim had spoken so quietly he'd barely heard

her.

He looked at Kim, "What?"

She was blushing scarlet, "Would you do that to me?"

He looked at Mitzi, asking silently.

Mitzi was watching him, a half smile on her face. "Go

on Matthew, do it to her, she'll love it."

He moved awkwardly sideways on his knees, his cock

waving. It looked huge, jutting from his slim body.

Kim clicked the remote, turning off the TV. She got to

her feet and unsnapped the waistband of her jeans.

Sliding the zipper down she stopped with it half way.

Perhaps shy at the prospect of exposing herself to the

kneeling boy.

Mitzi watched him. He was knelt in front of two women,

both in need of his services. He must wonder if he's

died and gone to some sort of young man's heaven, she

thought.

His hand kept straying towards that gorgeous penis and

he glanced first at her and then at Kim. He really was

desperate for release. His cock was as big as any

she'd seen. She felt drawn towards it, like his hand.

Finally Kim slid the zipper the rest of the way and

pushed her jeans down. She was slim, barely with a

woman's body yet. Sitting down again on the sofa she

spread her legs. Mitzi waited, holding her breath

while Matthew studied the girl's charms. She hoped he

wasn't making too many comparisons between young and

not-so-young.

Matthew swallowed audibly and moved forward on his

knees, placing his hands on Kim's thighs. Mitzi slid

off the sofa and knelt beside him. The appeal of that

cock couldn't be denied a moment longer. She reached

and touched its head with her finger tip. Matthew's

body went rigid and he groaned.

"You pleasure Kim and I'll sit here and play," Mitzi

told him. The cream dispenser lay on the floor, she

picked it up and pumped out a palm-full. Matthew's

eye's widened as he realised what she was going to do.

"Well?" Mitzi prompted, her eyes going from his face

to Kim's pussy.

He lowered his face between Kim's thighs. Mitzi smiled

at Kim and she smiled nervously back. The girl's eyes

closed and she writhed her young ass on the sofa,

waiting.

"Oh God," exclaimed Kim and her hands flew to the back

of Matthew's head, to pull him closer? To stop him

getting away?

Mitzi closed her cream-filled hand around his cock,

marvelling at its thickness. He gasped as she touched

him and thrust into her fist. The feel of that lovely

erection in her hand was unbelievable. Her pussy

clenched as she imagined it plunging into her body.

Silently begging him not to come just yet she opened

her hand trying to delay him.

"Don't stop," she heard him beg, his words muffled as

Kim tried to press him into her crotch, "Please let me

come!"

Mitzi fancied she was powerless to stop him and

squeezed his cock and began pumping.

In seconds he was sobbing and his come was jetting.

Mitzi kept stroking and Matthew kept coming. She

watched in delighted fascination as her hand milked

him, watching the lessening power of each successive

spurt. She almost cried, wanting all that inside her.

Wanting, wanting, despite her recent climax, she and

her body wanted, needed that cock.

Matthew's cheek rested on Kim's thigh and he looked at

Mitzi while his chest heaved. Mitzi guessed he'd

forgotten the pussy inches from his face. He was the

picture of happiness while two women were left waiting

and wanting. Typical male, she thought.

It was her shorts he'd spent himself onto, she shook

her head and smiled. Somewhere, close by, a cell phone

twittered idiotically and Matthew's hand searched

between the cushions.

"Yeah, sure, okay, fine, I'll be there. Bye." Matthew

switched off and looked at Mitzi. "My dad got an

earlier flight. Gotta go pick him up."

Only minutes later, Mitzi and Kim were watching him

drive away. Fine for him, Mitzi thought, he got to go

down on both of us and get's jerked off by me. Where

does that leave Kim and me?

Kim gave her a peck on the cheek and walked off

homewards, her cute little ass squirming in her jeans.

Mitzi walked towards her dead lawnmower. The wetness

of Matthew's cum on her shorts was chill against her

hip and thigh.

Half an hour later she sat on her front step nursing a

bottle of beer and trying to muster the energy to go

and shower. The sun was lower in the sky but there was

no breeze and she felt sticky all over.

Mitzi wondered what would have happened without Kim's

arrival. God but Matthew had such a lovely cock. She'd

nearly had it between her tits; 'breasts Matthew,

breasts.' Her shorts were tight into her crotch and

she squirmed and wished. At that moment she knew what

she'd like and where she'd like it.

She put the empty bottle down and wondered if she

needed another. Below her navel there was a terrible,

needful feeling. It was summer and she was lonely and

... oh hell! She went inside for that other beer and

came and sat down again. Mitzi closed her eyes and

remembered the swollen cock she'd held, what wonderful

thing it was, if only.

A car turned into next door's driveway and Matthew got

out, he was alone. She waved to him as he slammed the

door. He hesitated and then walked across to her.

"Would you believe it? I get to the airport and they

tell me dad's plane had a mechanical problem or

something and the flight's cancelled. He won't be home

'til tomorrow."

"Would you like a beer Matthew?"

Matthew said he would and she sent him in to get it

from the fridge. Leaning back with her elbows on the

top step she wondered about what to do with him now

she had him back. The beer was making her just a

little giddy and she realised she'd had no supper.

She realised too that Matthew had accepted the offer

of a beer and would surely stay long enough to drink

it. Perhaps ... she smiled and little butterflies

began their fluttering in her stomach. Perhaps ...

Matthew appeared on the top step. She patted the step

beside her, "Sit a while and keep an old lady

company."

"You're not old Mitzi," he told her, he hesitated over

the 'Mitzi' as if wanting to call her that but

wondering if her should address her as 'Mrs'.

"A lot older than your Kim."

"Yes, but you're a woman, Kim's just a girl."

Mitzi let that slide. "Would you like some supper, I

for one, am getting hungry?" she wanted him to want to

stay.

"Uh huh, I'm starving too," Matthew said, a little of

the boy showing through.

"I'll phone for a pizza, a big one, what toppings

d'you like?"

"Everything, cept those fish things," she thought him

sweet and the little butterflies fluttered harder.

Mitzi phoned for the pizza and came and sat down

beside him again and picked up her beer. She looked at

him and said softly, "You never did get to put your

cock between my tits did you Matthew?"

He grinned in the growing dusk, "Breasts Mitzi,

breasts."

She clamped her thighs together and wrapped her arms

around her knees, hugging herself, squashing her

breasts, trying to contain the heat building deep

inside her.

"Sweaty" Part 3

by Julius

Copyright 2005

They sat in silence for a while.

"They say how long?” asked Matthew.

"Maybe forty-five minutes, said they're busy. Can you

wait that long?"

"I guess," Matthew said, his voice sounded doubtful.

Mitzi decided she couldn't wait that long and said,

"Come stand in front of me Matthew."

He got to his feet and moved round to face her. It was

almost dark now. She was sure nobody could see them,

shadowed by the big maple. Mitzi wasn't that sure she

cared. She put her hands on his thighs and slowly ran

them up under his shorts.

"You've got good legs Matthew, long and strong."

He shuffled awkwardly and she moved her hands to the

zipper of his shorts, found the metal tag on the

slider, lifted it and ran the zip down. It made a

soft, slow buzz as it moved. Matthew breathed in,

sounding loud in the evening air. She slid a hand into

his shorts and found his cotton briefs. She felt his

cock, stiffening under the soft fabric.

Mitzi ran her hands up his legs again and found the

waist band of the briefs. She slid them off his hips,

down his thighs until the crotch of his shorts held

them. His penis sprang out of his shorts to wave,

erect now, in front of her face.

There it was again, that lovely, strong, young cock.

Mitzi's heart seemed to beat in her throat. She felt

herself trembling. Taking his erection in her hand she

pressed her cheek against it and slowly turned her

head, moving her lips along the velvet of him.

Matthew groaned above her and she felt his hand in her

hair. Her tongue tip found his tiny slit and she gave

him a little, sucking kiss. She savoured the sweet

saltiness of his precum. Moving her mouth and his

cock, she painted her lips with his slickness. He

seemed suddenly too big for her hand and Mitzi felt a

yearning, a helpless wanting, she'd not felt in a long

forever. Mitzi was losing it.

The bright sign on the top of the car that slowed

opposite the the house was all that stopped her

fucking him right there, right then, on the lawn.

Matthew was fighting to get his zipper up. She prayed

he'd be careful as she went inside for her purse.

The pizza delivery guy held out the box and said he

was sorry he was late. His eyes never left her breasts

while she fumbled for the money and Mitzi glanced

down. The edge of her right areola peeped above the

bikini top, she was in danger of falling out of the

bra. The lad left with a big tip and a bigger grin.

The smell of the pizza drifted into her nostrils and

she heard her stomach growl, two hungers now. She

turned and reached for the door. "Let's eat," she said

over her shoulder to Matthew.

As she headed for the kitchen, swollen labia and worn

denim moved gently together; an exquisite torture. She

wanted to stop, to hold her legs tight together and

get control of herself. Mitzi wondered just how wet

she was down there. 'A pussy in torment,' she smiled

to herself. She and her pussy had been in torment,

ever since she'd first peeped in on Matthew that

afternoon.

They sat across from each other at the small kitchen

table and wolfed down pizza. Mitzi was on her third

beer and Matthew on his second. She felt a little

light headed and wasn't the least surprised to hear

herself say, though a mouthful of food, "You're going

to fuck me tonight Matthew."

Matthew choked and stared at her. His face was scarlet

as he struggled for breath or tried to contain his

embarrassment, or both.

"Will I be your first?" she asked softly.

He nodded, looking as if he wished she wasn't. He

murmured something that she didn't catch.

"That's wonderful, you can be my first ever virgin. A

first for us both, beautiful."

His eyes dropped to her breasts which rested, barely

in her bikini top, on the table. The longing in his

eyes brought a lump to her throat. He looked so young

and so desperate.

She took the last wedge from her half of the pizza and

gazed at Matthew. They should shower first she

thought. Her skin was moist and sticky, the evening

was nearly as hot as the day had been. She could smell

the musky, woman-scent of herself drifting up. Her

armpits were wet and, as if to underline the facts, a

drop of sweat trickled down into her bra. There were

still tiny pieces of grass on her forearms from the

mowing. Damn it, she was a mess - but oh god, so

horny. She squirmed on the chair and clamped her

thighs together as if to keep her heat from pouring

out.

She was too hungry for that cock, to go through

showering. Poor fidgeting Matthew was probably wishing

he could go jerk off in his basement. Perhaps not, his

eyes were fixed on her breasts and one hand was under

the table. She could see his arm moving slightly,

steadily. He was trying to comfort that lovely penis

of his.

She got up from the table and closed the blinds and

leaned over the sink. It had to be now, she had to

have him. She'd die if she waited. "Fuck me Matthew,

just like this." She reached for the snap on the

waistband and slid the zipper down, her shorts fell to

her ankles.

Mitzi turned her head to watch him. He fumbled with

shaking hands at his own shorts and presently they

went down. The briefs followed and she stared at his

waving penis as he struggled out of his tee shirt. He

was beautiful, she thought.

He bent and fumbled with his shorts and produced the

condom. It must be the one he'd had in the basement

that afternoon.

"No," she said, "no don't." Stupid she knew, but

surely this sweet virgin ........

Matthew came and stood behind her. She unsnapped her

bikini at the front and her bosom poured out, free.

One heavy breast in each sink. She inhaled her own

body odour and waved her ass at Matthew.

His hands rested on her hips and she reached awkwardly

down and back, between her legs. As if sensing what

she wanted, Matthew flexed his knees. She found and

grabbed his cock and he groaned in real pain as she

bent him down. She couldn't’t believe how hard he was.

Dipping at the waist and going up on her tip-toes to

raise her ass, she brought his cock-head to her eager

wetness. Instinct took over and he thrust. Through her

fist, into her, up and in, in one blissful plunge.

That whole, sweet, hot cock, buried in her. Her pussy

had begged for it, wept for it; now he was hers, she

his. She was filled full, opened, pierced, impaled.

She wanted to weep with the pussy-stuffed joy of it.

Matthew stayed frozen for a short eternity. "God!" he

gasped, "it's beautiful. How can it be so hot in

there, so, so ,so ?" he hadn't words.

Mitzi clenched her pussy round his cock and just held

him, utter joy on her face.

"Oh fuck ...," he exclaimed, she knew no pussy had

ever done that to him. She delighted in his surprise.

Then he withdrew; so slowly she marvelled at his

control. In again - the long sweet slide of him. Out,

until just the head of him held her labia apart. She

wondered how it must feel to have a cock and to do

that to a cunt.

His next thrust was urgent, hungry. Now it begins, she

told herself, the ride. Mitzi and Matthew and Matthew

and Mitzi, for the next infinity they were one,

focused around the fusion between her legs. God but he

was splendid. He didn't come like a boy, he fucked her

like a man, driving her time and again against the

counter as she hung onto the taps and heard her

breasts slap against the stainless steel.

She revelled in the never-ending pistoning inside her.

She got wetter and wetter until she could hear the

wetness of their loving, between her legs. Sweat

poured off her. Wet thighs slapping against her wet

ass. He was bruising her, she knew, against the edge

of the counter, but who cared, this was the first fuck

of his life.

She sensed his approaching climax as his fight for

breath got louder and then, the lights began to go on

inside her. Matthew hooked his fingers over her hip

bones and began pulling her onto him to meet his own

frantic plunges. Dear God! He was almost lifting her

off the floor. She could glimpse her breasts swinging

and jostling in the sinks. A moment of near-hysteria

caught at her as she imagined the way she must look.

"I'm ... going ... to ... come ... I'm ...going ... to

... come," one word per thrust, forced from him as he

sobbed his way to orgasm.

Mitzi was coming too. Her belly seemed to coil and

compress. Her whole being rushed inwards towards her

clutching, cock-sucking pussy. She was coming. She

began begging him to fuck her, which was silly, all

considered, but she begged anyway. Fuck her he did -

harder and harder. She felt sweat running, trickling

down her arms, over her breasts. She was going to die

she knew, this was too much for her. She was going to

die of fuck. She .......

His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt the

ripples, through his entire body it seemed, as he

flooded into her time and again.

Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cock

and then - she was turning inside out. Their orgasms

seemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumed

them both.

Matthew humped at her after he'd finished, as if to

prolong this first, sweet madness. She squirmed her

exhausted, wet body under his, as if trying to nurse

the last drops out of him with her suckling pussy.

Then they were done. They stayed there, crouched,

coupled, because there was no way to fall. Her draped

on the counter, him draped on her. They mumbled

breathless, happy nonsense and sweet superlatives. His

cock was slow to soften and she revelled in its

presence, wanting to hold it, keep it in her forever.

Finally, Mathew sank to his knees and wrapped his arms

around her legs, his cheek against her thigh. She

pushed herself upright and turned within the circle of

his arms. Mitzi looked down at him and knew he'd look

up.

He did and she saw him lick his lips, "Thank ...."

She cut him off, "Don't you dare thank me Matthew! I

did you no favours. I wanted it."

He smiled, "Okay, but..."

"I know, I know," she sighed

"Is it always like that?" he asked.

"Should always be beautiful but not always quite so

hot,” she paused and added softly, “there's gentle

too."

He got slowly to his feet and stood uncertainly in

front of her.

She took his hands and made him cup them under her

breasts. "Kiss me Matthew."

She clung to him glad of his strength at that moment.

It was a clumsy kiss but it held them in the magic a

little longer.

Mitzi felt the tickle, the trickle as her pussy gently

wept his juices. The cooling warmth of it coursed

steadily down her thigh, to her knee. It paused there

until more ran from her and then she giggled as it

raced down her calf to her ankle.

He drew away and looked at her, "What's funny?" he was

afraid she was laughing at him.

I'm leaking Matthew," she giggled again, "I'm leaking

Matthew, Matthew."

"Let's go, we need to shower," she told him and took

his hand.

"We?"

"I'm not letting you out of my sight Matthew. We've

got to play some more."

Her pussy wept another cum tear down her thigh. Mitzi

had plans for Matthew's cock.

cont'd ........................