I was walking home from the pub feeling a little tipsy. It was a warm Saturday night and it had been an uneventful evening so far. I was wondering what to do once I got home. I could feel my freshly shaven pussy inside my lace knickers, all smooth and tingly. I was in the mood for a hard fuck from some fit, young stud. Unfortunately, all the hot young guys in the pub had been accompanied by their wives or girlfriends, leaving me frustrated.
Then I spotted young Billy Mayhew asleep in a bus shelter. Billy was an eighteen-year-old schoolboy, and my son’s best friend.
Billy was out of it. He had been doing the usual Saturday night ritual of a teenager in a small town – drinking cheap cider until he was as pissed as a fart. He had obviously lost his drinking buddies and was now trying to sleep off the drink before returning home to his parents.
“Billy! Billy! BILL!!”
Billy woke up with a start when I shook him. Billy was, in my eyes, the perfect looking boy. He was around 6 foot with a great body and scruffy blonde hair, and on top of all that he was one of the nicest people you were ever likely to meet.
“What’s going on?” Billy slurred.
“It’s me,” I whispered. “Donna. Daniel’s mum.”
“Oh, hello Don. Shit, I must have fallen asleep.”
“You best come back to mine for a coffee and sober up. We don’t want your parents seeing you pissed.”
“Is Daniel home?”
“No. He’s at his father’s this weekend on a fishing trip. So it’ll just be the two of us. That’s not a problem, is it?”
“No, that’s fine,” he replied.
I took hold of Billy’s hand and hauled him up. Billy stumbled and grabbed me round the waist for support. I just laughed and Billy quickly removed the offending hands thinking I was objecting.
“You didn’t have to take your hands away. I don’t mind.” I smiled.
Not quite knowing what to say, Billy just grinned stupidly again as I stared into his eyes before grabbing his hand and quickly dragged him up a nearby alleyway. Billy looked up and down the alleyway. There was just one lamppost shining at the end. He looked back at me as he placed his hands back round my waist.
He looked at my innocent looking face smiling back at him. As he leaned in to kiss me gently, I parted my lips and let Billy slip his tongue inside. We held each other closer as the passion built up between us until I slowly pulled away.
“Are you still a virgin?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah?” Billy replied nervously.
“Would you like to lose it to an older woman?” I enquired, looking deep into Billy’s gaze.
Billy wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he just held me close to him, partly to keep warm as he was shivering by now in the February chill, but more to feel my body against his.
“Would you like to lose yours to me?” I whispered suddenly.
“Yeah… why wouldn’t I?” Billy spluttered, the nervousness returning to his voice.
I giggled once again and kissed him on the cheek before letting my hand drop to his jean-covered crotch. Billy looked down as I expertly unzipped his fly and began to gently stroke his rapidly hardening cock through his boxer shorts. With my other hand I unsnapped my own jeans and slipped a hand into my panties as Billy watched with awe as I pleasured both him and myself.
Billy could feel his full four inches but he couldn’t take his eyes off my hand inside my panties as squelching noises began to fill the air. Suddenly I removed my hand and playfully stuck a finger in Billy’s mouth giving him his first taste of woman. He was hooked.
“You ready then?” I said.
Billy nodded and I gave him a quick kiss before taking down his jeans and boxers, dropping them to his ankles. His cock sprung out proudly and a drop of pre-cum glistened in the little bit of light there was. As he was staring at his erect member I dropped my own underwear to my ankles and turned, facing the wall, my left hand pressed firmly against it so that I was bent over slightly.
“Ready when you are,” I smiled comfortingly.
Billy positioned himself behind and took his cock in his hand and tried to guide himself into my warm hole. He nudged it up against my pussy lips a couple of times. Unable to find the right location, his frustration grew as he repeatedly nudged his cock against my hot genitals. Feeling him becoming more and more annoyed, I calmly reached round and took his throbbing cock into my hand.
“It’s alright, darling, you just keep calm.”
Cock in hand, I slowly guided it into myself and Billy felt his cock-head slide into my wet hole. He was in ecstasy. I let go and let him make his way all the way in. Billy began to withdraw and slowly picked up his pace. Soon he had got the knack and was humping like a pro. I was appreciating his rapidly improving skills as my moans grew louder and my hips began to meet with every one of Billy’s thrusts.
I dropped my right hand down to my dripping snatch and began to rub on my swollen clit. Billy was going at quite a pace now as his balls slapped against my thighs with every thrust. Suddenly I thrust backwards violently letting out a huge moan.
“Keep doing that… that… that was my G-Spot!” I cried.
Billy kept at the same pace as me. With an almost constant moan, I finally called out that I was cumming, and without warning a huge stream of liquid left my pee-hole. Billy wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew he liked it as he began to feel his balls tighten.
“I’m going to cum!” he yelled.
“Keep it in me, baby, keep it in.” I squealed, still having mini orgasms.
Billy held on tight as he let himself go, letting rope after rope of hot cum shoot deep inside my aching hole. Billy collapsed on top of me withdrawing his now limp cock from my cum-filled pussy. I turned around and kissed Billy lovingly, pulling up my jeans in the process.
“Cheers, babe, you were brilliant. You going to be alright to get home?”
“Uh-huh,” was all Billy could muster.
I laughed again and gave Billy one last kiss.
“I’ll see you on Monday then, when you knock for Daniel before school,” I said, then walked off leaving a smiling Billy to clean up his sticky cock on his pair of sacrificed boxers.