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A Quirk of Fate-VIII
The boathouse
Part-1-of-1


I’m Samantha Cunningham, Sam to my friends. I’m a hot looking 33 year old MILF slut who writes porn under the pseudonym, Dorothy Norwood. My son Frank. And my husband Charles both think I write Harlequin romance novels of which they have no interest. Neither has any idea that I write porn or how much money I make. Thinking my writing was a cute ‘hobby’ my husband Charles told me I could keep anything I earned and spend it on new dresses and shoes and such. Neither has any idea what a large stock portfolio I have or the T-bills or municipal bonds or actual cash in the bank.
I have a small checking account at the bank where Charles has his business and personal accounts in case for some reason he checks. . But my main account is at a small out of town bank in Palmer. Though small they handle all my banking needs with discretion. As one of their largest, if not the largest depositors they bend over backwards to accommodate me.
On the way back from Midlothian one weekend I’d ran up on Shane and Butch, two friends of my eighteen year old son Frank. Butch’s car had broken down so I gave them a ride back to Arlington. I was in the mood for some hot teenage dick so I’d let them coerce me into buy them some beer. Then taking me to Shane’s house where the two little shits fucked my brains out all evening and half the night.
After that I managed to spend a weekend naked and getting fucked by Butch. The next free weekend I let Shane, with the occasional help of Jim Bob the pizza delivery guy, fuck me for 2 and a half days. Since then I haven’t been able to get away so I’m not getting my quota of hard dick and cum.
To make matters worse, my husband Charles announced over dinner one Friday that one of his most important clients was getting married the following day and we’d been invited. I’d never met this guy or his bride but apparently it was our duty to attend as far as Charles was concerned. Actually I was more than happy to go along, I like a good wedding and the chance to dress up and enjoy ourselves.
That night I went through the closet to decide what to wear. The reception and party were being held in the garden of the groom's parents’ lake house and as it was a late afternoon and into the evening event, I went for a standard little black dress that ever lady has in her closet. Charles approved because the one I chose nicely shows off what he calls 'my ample cleavage' although that a slight exaggeration because I’m only 37 D. With matching underwear laid out, I was ready for the following day.
Even though I knew no one, I thoroughly enjoyed the event, lovely food, plenty of drink and even some dancing with Charles. As twilight arrived and most of the people moved inside, I started to feel the effects of drinking too much champagne. Needing to clear my head I wandered down the path heading towards the lake. As I got closer I saw a small dock and boathouse. What looked like an older teenager was standing on the dock near the door into the boathouse having a smoke. I had to smile to myself as I wondered if my teenage son Frank did the same thing. As I approached, the youth stepped back inside the boathouse. Inside it was kind of shabby and dark but enough moonlight came through the dirty skylight to see a person.
"Hi. Are you with the wedding group?" I asked as I stepped in.
The door slammed shut behind me and another teenager appeared out of the shadows.
"The wedding is next door," he told me. "You crossed into my friend’s mother’s property, hopefully to entertain us."
"Entertain you? What’s that supposed to mean?"
He didn’t answer, just gave me an arrogant stare and ordered me to sit down. I did as I was told and offered no resistance when he grabbed my purse and started to rifle through it. "So, you’re Samantha?" he asked, reading it off my driver’s license and I nodded yes.
"I’m Damon and this is my buddy Randal. It’s his mother’s property that you’re on," he said, pointing to the quieter one. "So that's where you live? I know it well. I used to deliver papers in that neighborhood. Who knows, we might just come and pay you a surprise visit one of these days?" They both found that funny and laughed. I laughed to myself as well but didn't show it, I was thinking of the fun I’d been have with all my boys earlier in the year.
I felt my panties start dampen and to cling languidly to my body. A warm and pleasant feeling. "What do you want from me then?" I asked, half hoping I'd found two new virile teenagers to play with since the others were scattered to the winds. Frank, Butch and Shane off to college and Jim Bob got a better job as a long haul truck driver. Spike’s father was in the military and already had orders to transfer again so even though he was still here his mother had him busy getting ready to move.
"They say that at our age we have to empty our balls at least once a day and it looks like the duty is going to fall to you." Damon said.
“I suppose that’s your way of asking for a hand job?”
"You could suck us off instead. We’d like that better." Damon replied with a smirk.
"I bet you would,” I said just as sarcastically. “Get them out but I'm only doing hand jobs."
"You first. Get your tits out." Damon demanded.
I loosened my wrap around dress and pulled my breasts out of my bra, while Damon dropped his pants and stood stroking his cock right in front of me. I reached out and took him in my hand. He was rock hard within seconds after I started stroking him. I was enjoying myself thoroughly thinking of how often I’d done this not so long ago to my son Frank and his friends.
I knew I was getting even wetter because I loved the sight and feel of a virile teenage cock with a nice pair of heavy balls. I squeezed harder and stroked Damon's rock hard erection faster as he moaned and oozed pre-cum over his nice shiny cock head. I knew he was close and sure enough within seconds he was spraying his cum up in the air, missing my face by a matter of inches.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked him.
"Hell yes. You’re pretty damn good for an old lady."
"Well I've had plenty of experience," I told him.
"It shows. Now take care of my buddy Randal while I go to the car for another pack of smokes.."
"Yes sir," I answered sarcastically as he left, locking the door behind him.
"Are you ready?" I said, trying to look Randal straight in the eye through the dim moonlight coming in through the skylight. His pants were soon down around his ankles, revealing a very proud and hard cock, slighter bigger than his friend’s but with blonde pubic hair that was so fine that it was hardly noticeable, making his cock look even bigger. It was a beautiful cock with the tightest of balls. I was mesmerized as it pulsated so invitingly before me.
"You have a beautiful cock Randal," I said and meant it.
I leaned forward, cupped his heavy balls in my hand and asked, “How old are you?”
“I turned 18 last week,” he bragged. “And Damon is 19.”
Smiling, I took him into my open mouth. This was one cock I simply had to suck. Tightening my lips, I moved my mouth up and down his thick shaft. Twirling my tongue around his big mushroom shaped head and then kissed and licked all over his magnificent young manhood to further excite him. I could hear his moans of pure pleasure as his hands firmly gripped the sides of my head, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper down my throat. As he fucked my mouth his cock started to twitch and pulsate as he neared an orgasm.
I was on my knees by now, letting him use me however he wanted until finally he held my head even tighter and fired shot after shot of his warm salty cum down my throat. I eagerly swallowed his full load, not allowing a single drop to spill. He tasted so good. I desperately needed to be fucked immediately but knew that was a bit too risky under the circumstances.
"Oh God Samantha, that was fabulous,” he stammered.
"My special treat to you but you need to keep it to yourself, you promise?"
"I promise," he said almost apologetically.
I straightened myself up and within a few minutes the door opened and Damon was back looking worried. "I can hear people out there calling your name," Damon said.
"It's probably my husband. Call him over," I said.
Randal went outside and called out to them and Charles and another party goer were soon standing in the boathouse door.
"What are you doing in here?" Charles demanded.
"I twisted my ankle on the trail while getting some fresh air and these nice young men helped me inside to sit down for a few minutes. And then I gave them my no smoking speech when I saw their cigarettes."
"Thanks for taking care of her. I think she’s had a little too much champagne. We’ll take her away and you can enjoy a nice quiet smoke without any nagging." We all laughed at that comment.
I managed to get a quick wink to Randal as we walked back to the party. Of course I never expected to see either of them again, but hoped I would. I'd really enjoyed sucking Randal’s cock and needed him to fuck me.
We eventually got back home and I slept like a baby. But the next day my stomach was a little queasy and I gave myself my usual speech about never drinking so much champagne again. I’ll admit though to having more than a few dreams about the boys taking advantage of me, especially Randal's lovely cock sliding up into me in many a lust-filled fantasy. It was Randal I wanted but there seemed little chance of it happening.
Everything seemed to be returning to boring normalcy until about ten days later. I’d just got out of the shower, when the doorbell rang. I pulled on jeans and an oversized Dallas Cowboys football jersey and went to the front door and opened it expecting to see the UPS man with a package from my publisher. Instead I found two young teenagers holding out a ten and 2 twenties.
"Yes? Can I help you?" I asked, pretending to be totally unaware of who they were.
'You don't remember us?"
"I have no idea who you are,” I said. Then after a couple of minute asked, “Well are you going to tell me who you are?"
"The wedding, you drank too much, the boathouse next door," Randal offered.
"Oh that was you two was it? As you said I was a little drunk. I hardly remember anything about that night,” I lied.
"We felt guilty about taking your money so we wanted to return it. I’m Damon and this is my friend Randal,” he volunteered.
"You’d better come in," I said. Letting them in, I took them to the kitchen. There I offered them a coke and took the $50 from Damon's hand.
"I admire your honesty," I told them. "As I said, I don't remember much and don't recall the $50 at all."
"We thought perhaps we could do you some sort of service as compensation for our stupidity," Randal said smiling.
"Well, yes there is something that you can do for me that my husband has been avoiding for a while. You could clean up the tool shed. It should only take about an hour and then your debt is paid."
"I’ll do it,” volunteered Damon getting up from the dining room table and moving towards the back door.
"Thank you Damon, and for Randal I need you in the spare bedroom upstairs for some of the same. There’s a lot that needs seeing to in there."
Damon went out the back door to the tool shed, while Randal followed me to the spare bedroom. As soon as we were inside, I whirled on him. "So what did you tell Damon we did after he left to get his cigarettes?" I demanded to know.
"I told him we just talked. He believes I was too scared to do anything without him there to egg me on, I did promise you I wasn’t going say anything and it was so good I wanted to keep it to myself anyway."
"You’re a good boy. I knew I could trust you. Now where would you like to start?"
He just stared at me with a blank look on his face. Not sure at all what I meant. "I mean where would you like to start your work? Perhaps you want the same thing again or perhaps you want something different?" The huge smile that came on his face told me no more words were necessary. "Why don't you take off all your clothes and lay on the bed, I know a little game we can play," I said with a huge grin.
I walked to the window and pulled the curtains closed. My body is more than OK for my age but far from perfect. I didn’t want him to run off. By the time I turned back around Randal was undressed and lying on the bed. In the gloom I could clearly see his magnificent cock standing fully hard and erect. He was stroking it lightly as I undressed.
"Fuck me," he said leering.
"Thank you, I think I will," I responded as I walked toward the bed and moved astride his legs in the cowgirl position.
"I love your tits and that hairy pussy," he acknowledged as his inexperienced hands pawed up and down my naked body. I was normally bald but it grew out while I was a pony girl and hadn’t shaved it off yet. Charles had gotten so disinterested in sex he didn’t even notice.
Randal started to tease and tantalize my nipples, while I took his cock in hand and placed the head between my moist lips. I leaned forward so he could suck each of my breasts in turn as I waited for full penetration, his cock stimulating my slit as I slid back and forth with my body hovering over his hips, eager for the right moment to slide the full length of his beautiful cock deep into my pussy. Randal was pushing his hips up in an effort to force his cock fully home and satisfy his young and urgent sexual need.
"Ohmifuckinggod," I called out as he slid further inside me and I lowered myself to welcome his thrusts.
I stopped any movement and just sat there savoring the hardness and internal movement of his throbbing cock. As soon as I started to move up and down, the slick walls of my pussy started contracting, sending pulses of pleasure through my entire body, and the first electrifying orgasm hit me.
I couldn’t stop my pussy from squeezing Randal's wonderful virile young cock as we continued our fucking in slow steady movement. Randal of course wanted to speed up to get himself off but this was my pleasure time and I intended for it to last as long as possible. Slowly Randal got his way and started bouncing his butt off the bed, slamming his cock up into me until he exploded with a big gasp. I could feel his cum jetting into me. It felt great.
I’d had at least three, maybe four orgasms and I was sated for a little while. We both lay there for a few moments, I looked at Randal's cock which lay spent and very flaccid on his thigh.
I left him lying there as I pulled on my Cowboy’s jersey and jeans. Looking at the clock I noticed we’d been at it for about thirty minutes. I went downstairs, grabbed a can of coke out of the fridge and then walked out to the toolshed to see how Damon was making out. I gave him the coke and told him what a good job he was doing; I estimated he would be another thirty minutes. Enough time for Randal and I to make a pretense of clearing out the spare bedroom.
As I ran up the stairs I heard Randal in the shower, so I started to get together a few boxes and stacked them ready to take downstairs. When he came out he walked straight toward me and stood there naked displaying himself proudly.
"My turn now,” he said.
Pulling my Cowboy’s jersey over my head and off, Randal unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. Leering, he pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my pants down my legs and off over my foot. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders and stared at my pussy.
"Sheesh. That's some hairy pussy. I hope I can get my tongue through it," he said laughing.
Without any finesse, Randal attacked my bush using his fingers and tongue to find my clit, which was waiting anxiously for attention. He found it very quickly and flicked my love button with his tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Receiving oral sex from a hot young man should be the right of every woman, I thought to myself. It didn’t last long enough though. The urge to sink his cock into my depths soon overtook him. He stood up saying. "It's time to fuck you." Teenage boys all have such a way with words.
This wasn’t going to be a gentle fuck either, I thought. Randal was in control this time and it was solely to satisfy him.
Fortunately, I was more than wet enough to enjoy his cock being thrusted fully into me. If I had any doubts about doing this, they soon evaporated as Randal pummeled into me the way youngsters do with a pussy at their mercy. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of his young cock going in and out of me, my juices flowing as the orgasms rolled over me.
My legs had already encircled his waist and I was pulling him into me. I was actually getting dizzy with the feelings rushing through my body. I felt the first spurt erupt from him followed by three more. I still held him tightly with my legs as we both came down from our climax.
He uncoupled from me and let my legs go back down. I kept my thighs pressed together to hopefully stop myself from leaking all over the bed.
Randal lay alongside me as we both got our breath back from all the exertion. My mind wandered to the possibility that this was a onetime thing and that perhaps I was far too old for him.
"Thank you for a great experience," I told him.
Randal sat up and looked me straight in the eyes saying, "When can we do it again? I want to fuck you at least twice a day."
"Whoa there big fellow. Remember I have a husband and a kid, even if he is off in college. How about every Thursday for as long as you can keep quiet about it? Any slips and it's over for good. I’ll work out an arrangement."
"I can keep a secret," he said.
I jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom for a quick shower, telling Randal, “Move a few of those boxes downstairs to make it look like you’ve been doing something other than fucking me.”
I followed him twenty minutes later to find Damon and Randal both sitting at the patio table in the back yard with cans of coke from my refrigerator. We all walked out to the tool shed and inspected Damon's work. He really had done a good job.
"You’re the winner," I told Damon. "You get $25 to spend and Randal has to come back next Thursday to finish off his work and you’re not going come along and help him either."
"It's not my fault I didn’t finish. I got distracted," Randal said.
"Never mind. You can finish off what you started next week," I said with a little smile.
At my request Damon went back to lock the tool shed door and I took the opportunity to rub Randal's crotch.
"Oh my. You’re hard again and I have a whole week to wait. Keep it ready for me."
We both laughed and stood up as Damon returned from locking the shed. Giving me the key, they both left. I sat back in my chair as I thought about what I could do next week with that lovely young cock. In addition, I thought about how drinking too much champagne had led me astray again. I had no regrets though.