Jacklyn settled back on the cushioned lawn chair with her ice cream, grasping the waffle cone with both hands as if it were a prized possession. But she didn’t lick it right away, instead waiting for the potent sun to begin melting the treat. Soon, white cream spills over the rim of the cone, dripping down her fingers. She glanced my way with a corner of her lips turning up, mischief glinting in her eyes.
I knew what she was doing. A bored housewife with nothing better to do than tease the gardener—who happens to be in college with her son. You’d think that would keep her from messing with me.
A little voice inside my big head tells me I should ignore her. But she’s smokin’ hot for a mom, so the more dominant voice further south wants to see how far she’ll take her little game.
Once the sexy MILF saw she had my attention, she lifted the cone in my direction as if toasting me, then tilted her head to the side and dragged her tongue around the ball of ice cream. When she recoiled her tongue, her lips closed, and she tilted her head back to swallow, making a big, lip-smacking production of it. A white dot ended up on the tip of her nose – a nice touch.
After checking that I was still watching, she covered just the top of the ice cream with her parted lips, then pursed her lips, sucking in the sweetness—a sexy prelude to her going down on the entire ice cream ball.
Cream leaked out the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. I’m suddenly sweating, and it’s not the temperature.
One drop landed in the deep valley between her breasts. She looked surprised but left it there and let it trickle down out of sight. Another drop splatted on her sun-tanned thigh. I squeezed the hose tighter than it needed and licked my lips.
More licks. More passionate lappings of the tasty treat with her tongue. And many more drips followed.
She slid a loose strap of her sundress off her shoulder, revealing a pale breast, her mouth making a little moue. Her fingers smeared the drops of ice cream around one areola and its nipple. I saw it stiffen from the cold. I bent my legs and reached down to adjust the growing stiffness in my shorts.
She dipped her fingers into the cone, then dragged the wetness up the inside of her thigh to parts unseen. Without a doubt, mixing the cool cream with her pussy drippings would make an even tastier treat for a college boy’s tongue.
She’s become a sticky mess. It made me think about sex – as it was supposed to. I know I’m young, but in my opinion, if you don’t make a mess, you ain’t doin’ it right.
No surprise I’m suddenly parched – my mouth dry and chalky. It’s time to end her teasing. I released the garden hose and stood up. She wants slow licks; I’ll give her some slow licks. But not yet.
Last semester I dated a girl who loved being a cockteaser, so I got plenty of practice dealing with this kind of tease. I kept trying to be nice to her, to take it slow and easy – but the closer I got, the faster she moved away.
Until I finally had enough, ripped off her clothes, and took her.
Just before she came, she smiled up at me and said, “Took you long enough, asshole!”
So, I knew what to do. Horny housewife wanted to play games; horny housewife was gonna get some.
I walked over and stood over her, looking down, making her squint up at me.
“Hi,” she said, then took a long lick of her ice cream, real cool-like.
“Stand up,” I said.
She looked up at me through her eyelashes and took another lick, biding her time, “And why ever would I do that?”
“Because I said so.” I leaned forward and put my hand in her hair, grabbed a hank, and pulled her up off the recliner, causing her to drop her ice cream cone, hands flailing. The cone lands with a splat – and I imagine I can hear an echo between her legs.
She squealed but stood, head bowed by the hand-hold on her hair – then looked at me, uncertain.
“Not so sure of yourself now, are you?”
Tentatively, she shook her head, her motion constrained by my hand. I reached forward and yanked her tank top down to her waist, letting her ample tits bounce free. She let out a small scream of surprise, put her hands over her tits, then clamped her mouth shut. Clearly, this was what she wanted, so I knew I was on the right track.
“You get one warning, you little cockteaser. Put your hands down now so I can see your tits, or I’m packing up to leave now – and you and your oversexed cunt can go whistle.” A mixed metaphor – bad form for an English major, but screw it.
Slowly, she lowered her hands, a small smile reappearing on her face.
Letting go of her hair, I leaned forward to undo the button of her cut-off jeans – then jerked my hand up just in time to intercept the slap she had aimed at my face.
“Naughty, naughty! You’ll pay for that.”
I twisted her wrist, hurting her, turning her around, and pulled her arm up behind her, dragging her close. With my free hand, I roughly pulled her back so her ass pressed against my now-throbbing dick.
She shivered, then shoved her ass back harder.
“I thought so.” I reached around and undid the button of her shorts, then shucked them down, one-handed, leaving her with just her tank top around her waist and her shorts around her ankles. No panties. No surprise.
Holding the arm behind her back, I lifted her with my other hand around her waist, letting her kick her shorts free. I carried her clear of the lounger, onto the grass I had so recently mowed, then used both hands to set her down – not too gently, but not hard enough to do any real damage.
She lay on the grass, her smile widening, then spread her legs, looking up at me. “Now what – boy?”
I undid my belt buckle and whipped my belt out in one practiced motion, then knelt at her feet. Picking up her legs, I whipped the belt around them, then fastened the buckle higher than her knees.
Her eyes blazed. “What the fuck…?”
I pushed her knees up to her head, forcing her back onto the ground, then fumbled with the button on my jeans. Once I had it undone, I shoved my shorts and boxers down with one hand, then knee-walked towards her ass.
“Exactly. Fuck!” I replied.
Holding her legs high by my belt with one hand, I guided my cock to the entrance to her already wet and glistening cunt – then rubbed it up and down her slit, gathering honey on the tip and teasing her clit.
She shuddered and complained, “Hurry up, you stupid prick!”
I sat back, dropping my cock, then smacked her ass – hard.
“OWW!” She reached down to rub her ass, but I knocked her hand away.
“You want this?” I asked, picking up my cock again.
She looked at it for the first time, licked her lips, then nodded.
“Then beg, your little cockteaser, or you don’t get squat.”
She flushed, dropped her eyes, then, “P-please?”
“Not enough. Louder, and make me believe it!”
“Please!” she said, almost shouting.
“Better, but not enough. Please, what?”
She swallowed, then said, “Please do me.”
I shook my head. “Say it. Say all of it, cunt.”
Closing her eyes, she practically screamed, “Please FUCK ME!”
So I plunged deep into her cunt in one, fast push, pushing my weight down heavily on her raised legs, driving deep into her and bottoming out against her cervix.
“Oh … FUCK!” she exhaled, almost breathless.
I pressed my full weight down on her, shoving my cock hard into her. “OWW!” she complained, “You’re hurting me!”
“I said you’d pay for being naughty,” then eased up, letting her breathe, and pulling back a bit.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, “More – please, please more!”
I began pumping in and out, slowly at first, then gathering speed, and finally nailing her with each stroke – POUND … pause … POUND … pause … POUND!
And too soon came, gushing into her, which triggered her, her voice rising into a high-pitched wail of ecstasy.
Finally, we both stopped, spent, panting, my weight bearing down on her.
After a minute, I looked at her, pulled out, then undid my belt from around her legs. She exhaled hard and started to put her legs down, but I grabbed them, hooking them over my shoulders. I leaned forward and took the kind of long, slow lick up her slitch that she had with the ice cream cone, causing her to shudder again.
“Oh my GOD!” she panted, then put her hands in my hair, pulling.
I kept going at a slow, very deliberate pace, not giving in to her urging to go harder or faster.
Slow, methodical, teasing, teasing, teasing … until she tensed, her back arched, and she squirted over me, screaming.
I kept going until her hands fluttered around my head, “Stop, STOP! Please! I’m … it’s too much!”
I sat back on my heels, wiped my face with my arm and hand, then stood up, pulled up my boxers and jeans, then threaded my belt back through the loops.
I looked down at the nearly naked form on the grass and quirked a smile at her. “Will that be all?” I asked, sardonically, hand on my hip.
“Mmm, yes. For now…” She waved her hand languidly in my direction, her eyes fluttering, clearly sated.
Glancing up, I saw her husband’s familiar form in the oversized window, staring down at me, still holding his dick. I chuckled once, hitched up my jeans, then waved at him as I walked to the back door. I felt quite sure there would be some extra bills in my envelope today.
