"Bloody hell...I'm bored," Marilyn Piers cursed, coming out on the back porch, tipping up her beer and finishing it off.

"Yeah...me, too. Bored stiff," Harry grunted sarcastically, continuing to repair the swing chair she asked him to repair earlier when she phoned his aunt.
By this time, after so many housewife in Pivet Drive let him fuck them, when he showed up at Mrs Piers house, he expected to be inside her pussy by now.
But when he showed up, she practically put him to work at once. So, here he was, working... not fucking.

"Oh...really," she grinned smugly, glancing down at his crotch.

"What?" he blushed.

It's amazing what a few beers did to Marilyn, he thought. He was sure that without beer, she would never have done that in a million years to a sixteen
years old teenager that she knew only from afar.

"Oh...nothing. My husband won't be back from work for three or four more hours," she complained, shielding her eyes from the sun beating on her back porch
as she tried to judge how much daylight there was left.

"Yeah," Harry said, mimicking her as he looked up at the sun, "at least."

"Hell, let's you and me go for a ride," she said, weaving back into the kitchen.

Grinning to himself, he dropped his eyes down to her perfect butt that was covered by her tautly stretched short shorts. Now we're talking and what an
ass, he sickly thought. And great legs, too. Harry was finished with his task that now he belived was her way of seducing him. After all, all the other
did something on the same lines before he got to fucking them. And then, what sixteen-year-old guy wouldn't find Marilyn attractive. And with his system
awash with testosterone this days, every female was a target for his lecherous attention.

She was only gone for a few moments before she came sauntering back out onto the porch with two six-packs of beer clutched in her hands. As she did, he
couldn't help but drop his eyes down to the impressive rack that was thrusting out against the material of her tight blouse. Front and back, she's jutting
out all over, he laughed to himself as he stared at the mountainous bulges.

"You know how to drive, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Good... you're driving..." she said, trowing him her freelander's keys.

"Okay..." he said, catching the keys, his eyes never leaving her hot body.

"What are you gawking at," she asked, skipping down the steps, making her big tits wiggle and jiggle up and down even more.

"Uh...nothing...nothing," he muttered, blushing bright red.

"Yeah, right," she smirked, opening the door and sliding into the passenger's seat of the freelander. "How can you call them nothing...the way you're staring
at them."

"Uh...never...never mind." Harry mumbled, slipping under the steering wheel and starting the freelander. "Where to?"

"Let's go down to the lake. I know a place we can park and...park and drink beer," she said, popping a beer can open. "But be careful and drive slow..."

"Uh, okay," he grinned, gunning the freelander out and heading off down the road, out from Pivet Drive.

Marilyn had already finished her beer and had popped open another when she pointed to a secluded dirt road that appeared to lead away from the main road.

"Take that one," she said, smiling mischievously. "It leads to a kind of lover's lane."

"How'd you know about it?" he grinned back at her, turning the wheel and guiding the freelander down the rough dirt road.

She laughed. "The question is what I don't know about Surrey."

The freelander bounced and creaked along as they slowly made their way down the dirt road, if you could call it that. It was more like just another path
cutting through the tall weeds.

"Doesn't seemed to be used," he snorted, looking up and seeing that the road ended under a grove of trees with the lake in the background. "Nice view."

"Yeah, isn't it," she murmured as the freelander glided up under the trees and came to a stop.

"Kind of weird," he said, turning to look at Marilyn, "picturing you and some guy out here...uh...making...making out. Was it your husband?"

"Uh...well...no...it wasn't Anthony," she said, blushing slightly. "Why is it so hard picturing me making out with some guy? You don't think I could do
that kind of thing?"

"No. No, it's just funny to think about you doing that kind of thing with someone else. You and Anthony seem so inlove, at least from what I've seen around
Pivet Drive..." he told her.

Turning the freelander off, Harry was surprised by the sudden silence. There wasn't a sound. Not even any birds chirping.

"Quiet, huh," he grunted, reaching over and taking a beer.

"Yeah. You could hear the proverbial pin drop," Marilyn grinned over at him, tipping her beer up and taking a long, slow drink.

"Kinda warm, though. Don't you think?" she said, reaching down and unbuttoning a button on her blouse.

Glancing down at her bosom, Harry saw that the top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned.

Harry continued to stare down at her breasts as she fanned herself with the collar of her blouse.

Since this summer's adventures, Harry had thought Marilyn was just about the sexiest witch in the world... the same league as the housewives he already
fucked. Her daughter had the most perfect body he had ever seen, but Marilyn had taken perfection on another level. Seeing her dressed like this was fine,
but seeing her naked would be awesome. And now, sitting alone with her, at this lover's lane where she used to come to make out, he wondered if she was
drunk enough to start doing something foolish.

"Speaking of just making out with Anthony," she said to him, "Well... this days is a rare event."

"Huh? What do you mean?" he muttered, finally lifting his eyes back up to her face.

"Well, I know I shouldn't be telling you this," she said, blushing slightly as she fingered the next button on her blouse, "but he has to travel alot on
business... and there's not much time for just making out..."

Harry couldn't believe it. Marilyn had just told him that she and her husband don't full around anymore... or at least that was the translation to his
perverted brain. Maybe she was drunker than he thought. But was she drunk enough to... Oh, the signs sure were there. She was talking about her husband
not giving her enough shaft.

"I get so lonesome sometimes, I could scream, but there's nothing I can do about it," she told him. "I wish there was someone I could go to. Someone that
could help me when I need to be held and comforted."

"Uh...I...I could hold you," he choked out, "uh...if...if you wanted me to."

"You...you would do that for me?" she asked him.

"Of course, I would," he grinned, hoping that she meant what he thought she meant.

"You would?" she smiled. "That would be nice to have someone to turn to when I needed...uh...needed some...uh... more comforting. But, damn, I must be
drunk to be talking to you about this. After all, I don't know that well."

"Wow, Mrs Piers, I'm here for you anytime you need me," he said, hoping she would get the idea.

"Let me think," she said softly.

"Just let me know," he said, glancing down at her breasts again.

She was only a couple of buttons away from having her blouse unbuttoned. And then, her big tits would be exposed. Well, not really, because as she jerked
the collar back and forth, he caught glimpses of her bra underneath her blouse.

"Uh, Nice view," he said again.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," she laughed tipsily, then saw that he was eyeing the cleavage between her big, thrusting breasts.

"Were you referring to them...or the scenery outside?" she grinned tauntingly, toying with the next button on her blouse.

"What, what do you mean?" he blushed, dark red this time as he jerked his eyes up away from her breasts.

"You said nice view. I thought maybe you were commenting on my breasts," she smiled flirtatiously, "and not the lake."

"Uh...I...I meant...the...the view. Uh...you know...the lake," he stuttered, not believing she had actually asked him if he liked her tits.

"Oh, then you don't like them," she pouted, sticking out her lower lip.

"Uh...I...well...uh...yeah...I think...think you have...uh...perfect...perfect...uh...breasts," he stammered out, his eyes dropping down as she popped
the next to last button open, "but of course, I've never really seen them."

"Would you..." she started, then stopped and took another gulp of beer before she continued. "Would you like to see them? You know, to have a better picture."

"Huh? What? What do you mean," he choked out, spewing beer all over the dashboard as she slipped the last button through its buttonhole.

"Well, you keep gawking at them," she giggled tipsily, "I thought maybe you'd like to see them."

As she spoke, her blouse fell open, revealing the pretty, lace-trimmed brassiere underneath that held her big tits imprisoned inside its tight confines.

What was happening, he drunkenly wondered gawking down at the two big, white mounds of tit-flesh swelling up out of the top of the lacy bra? Marilyn had
almost propositioned him and now she was asking him if he wanted to see her tits. Was he so drunk that his alcohol-sodden brain was making all this up,
or was she really so drunk that she was actually considering to put the make on him?

"I asked if would you like to see them?" she grinned, tipping up her beer and killing it.

"Mmmmm, how drunk are you?" he asked her, wondering just how drunk she really was.

She had to be drunk to do what she was doing.

"A little...a little drunk...drunk enough...so what?" she smarted back at him, tossing the empty beer can out the window.

Harry heard the can clank off of a tree as Marilyn leaned over and grabbed another beer. Then as he stared down at her big tits, she quickly popped the
beer open.

"Uh...I was just wondering," he muttered. "You're just teasing...aren't you?

"No," she laughed crazily. "But you still haven't answered my question."

"Uh...yeah...sure," he snorted, turning up his beer, finishing it off, then flicking it out the window. "Yes, I would like to see your pretty tits...if
you really mean it."

"You know... Anthony loves to play with them all the time," she said to him.

"Well... so would I," he smirked, wondering how far Marilyn would actually take the little game she was playing.

"I can imagine," she laughed, glancing down at the obvious bulge in his lap.

What the hell, if she wants to play, I'll go along.

"I'd like to play with them," he grinned drunkenly.

What was happening, Harry wondered again, dropping his hand down to hide the evidence of his excitement? He had just told Marilyn that he wanted to play
with her big tits. It was obvious that Marilyn was drunk because he had never seen her acting like this. Or maybe she was drunk and horny because she wasn't
getting any from her husband. But was she really drunk enough to do it with him, Harry deliriously wondered?

Then, to his amazement, she gave him a funny grin and leaned over to put her beer can in the cup holder between them. Staring into his eyes unflinchingly,
she calmly reached up to her brassiere with both hands.

Running her little, pink tongue over her pouty lips, she teasingly ran her fingers down just below her cleavage to where Harry saw a little pink satin
bow peeking out. Then, with a naughty smile on her lips, she flicked open the little clasp that lay hidden underneath the little pink bow. But as Harry
gawked on expecting to see her tits, she cupped her big tits in her hands before the bra could pop open,

Harry saw the cups of her brassiere spring apart slightly, but she kept her bra-cradled tits cupped in her hands, hiding them from his view.

"Do you really want to see them?" she teased him, suggestively running her tongue over her soft, full lips again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I really want to see them," he muttered, gawking down at her hidden tits.

Ever so slowly, she casually peeled the cups of the bra back away from her huge tits until they were both totally exposed.

They were fucking awesome, Harry thought to himself. Fucking gorgeous. Beautiful. Magnificent. Twin monuments to the glorification of womanhood. He wanted
to dive down between them and bury himself in their wondrous beauty. And never come up.

"Well?" she said, shrugging her shoulders and letting her blouse slide down off her shoulders.

"Dammmmmnnnnn...they're...they're fucking...awesome, Mrs Piers," he groaned, his eyes bugging out as he gawked at the twin works of art that were jiggling
in front of her.

"You like them then...huh?" she laughed, thrusting out her big tits at him.

"Like them? I fucking love them," he grunted, straining to keep from reaching out and grabbing hold of the big, round, firm, jiggling globes of tit-flesh.

She proudly sat there with a giddy smile on her face as Harry continued to openly gawk down at them.

Harry felt like his cock was about to explode, and he couldn't take his eyes off her tits. They were truly amazing. Their whiteness contrasted with the
tan of the rest of her upper body making it seem as if she were wearing a milky, white bra.

"Would you like to touch them?" Marilyn murmured, leaning over and picking up her beer.

As she did, it made her big tits dance and jiggle even more, giving Harry an even more enticing display of their grandeur.

"Uh...damn...uh...yeah...but...but why...why are you doing this?" he hesitantly asked her, not wanting to break the spell, but at the same time, not wanting
to be teased either.

"Well...uh...you said you...uh...were bored...uh...bored stiff...I think was the term you used," she laughed mischievously, stopping to take another drink
of beer, "uh...and I was bored...too...so I thought you might get a charge out of seeing them. You know...kind of break the boredom. And I must admit...it
feels good to see a teenager get so much enjoyment out of looking at them. It's been sometime since that happened."

"Huh?" he grunted.

"Well...I can see that you're getting a charge out of this," she laughed, quickly glancing down the large bulge in his pants. "And so am I."

"Fuck...yes," he muttered, slowly reaching out to her tits.

"Nice talk," she laughed as his fingers brushed over one of the big, puffy nipples, "and right in front of me, too."

"Sorry," he mumbled feeling a spark of electricity shoot up his arm, numbing it as his fingers grazed the swollen hardness of Marilyn's nipple. "Your nipples
sure are hard."

"I told you that I was getting a charge out of this," she mumbled, thrusting her breasts at him, coaxing him to play with them.

"So am I," he smiled at her, tweaking both big, swollen nipples.

She sat drinking her beer for several moments watching his hands fondle her breasts before she leaned back and popped her door open.

The raucous beep of the door alarm began to chirp as she started to lean back. Grunting, she leaned over toward him and jabbed a button on the control
panel and the annoying chirrup immediately stopped.

"I hate that noise," she fussed, kicking her feet up and hooking her heels over the edge of the window opening.

Harry watched on with fevered impatience, wanting to continue their little game and wondering just how far she would take it.

Then she suddenly jerked her legs down and stepped out of the freelander.

"The view sure is pretty out here," she said, turning around and facing him as he gawked out at her and her big jiggling tits through the open door.

"It sure is," he muttered, reaching down and pushing his door open.

Stepping out, he quickly walked around the freelander to where Marilyn stood watching him. As he did, he saw Marilyn's eyes flit down to the telling bulge
in the front of his pants. He thought he saw a smile flit across her lips, but it disappeared as soon as he stepped up in front of her.

"It looks like you're still bored stiff," she laughed, making her big, full tits jiggle and shake as he inched closer.

"No. Not bored...just stiff," he grunted, not believing they were actually talking about his boner.

Not that she could miss it anyway, he laughed to himself.

"I can see," she giggled tipsily.

Still wondering just how drunk she was and how far she would let the game go, Harry reached out and took her hand in his. Then he took a deep breath and
foolishly pulled her hand over against the swollen bulge of his cock, jutting out in front of his pants.

"What do you think? Do you think I'm bored stiff?" he asked, holding her hand pressed up against the swollen hardness of his cock.

She gave him a strange, questioning look, but made no effort to move her hand away from his cock.

When she gave him that look, Harry felt like he was caught in quicksand and sinking in deeper and deeper with each passing second.

Marilyn hadn't moved and just stood looking at him with an odd, disquieting look. He didn't know what to do. If she didn't want to play any more, he couldn't
keep her hand shoved up against his cock. But, if she did want to keep playing, it would be up to her. He felt like a stupid dolt for taking this chance.

He'd probably scared her with his stupidity. He hoped she would keep the game going, but if she didn't, what could he do? He'd already made a fool out
of himself. What if he let go of her hand and she moved it away? How could he explain to her that he assumed she was trying to seduce him by showing him
her tits?

Finally, deciding to toss caution to the winds, he slowly let go of her hand, expecting her to immediately move it away. But, to his shocked amazement,
she didn't. In fact, he swore that he felt her gently squeeze his cock, as he longingly stared into her eyes. They stood facing each other only inches
apart, both of them seemingly afraid to take the next step.

Finally, not knowing what to expect, Harry slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around her. Then, pulling her to him, he gave her a soft, lingering
kiss on the lips. As he kissed her, he felt her give his cock another timid squeeze, and then begin to return his kiss running her soft, hot tongue over
his lips. Harry almost lost it and shot his wad as he felt Marilyn's tongue slowly force its way into his parted mouth. She was frenching him, he feverishly
thought. Marilyn was frenching him, he dizzily thought, and sent his own tongue probing into her mouth.

Then, as they kissed, he felt her move her hand out from between them and wrap her arms around him. A shock tore through his brain as she ran her hands
down onto his butt and cup it. Then she gently pulled him up against her at the same time she rubbed herself against his swollen prick. While his brain
was swimming in a gush of hormones, she began to softly thrust her pelvis back and forth gently thrusting herself against his manhood, mimicking THE act.

Running his hands down to the perfect roundness of her exquisite ass, he cupped it and pulled her against him. He was so damned excited that he knew if
they didn't stop pretty soon, he was going to come in his pants. He didn't want that to happen, but what they were doing was so damned crazy, he didn't
want to stop it either...

At last, they mutually broke for air and stepped apart. Harry was breathing hard and was so shook up by the inconceivable turn of events, he just stood
there shaking and gawking at her in open-mouthed wonder. The passion of the moment was pouring over him like water from a waterfall, leaving him weak-kneed
and flustered. What would she do next, he frantically wondered? Would she...could she...would she let...let him do it to her?

"I told you that I...I wanted to be held," she said, "and comforted. Do you think that you're man enough to do that?"

"Oh...yes," he gasped.

Then as he watched on in a befuddled daze, Marilyn stepped back up in front of him and reached down to the front of his pants. Pressing her hand against
him, she squeezed his big cock through his pants. As she stared at him with lust-glazed eyes, she unhooked his belt and spread it apart. Harry stood looking
into her eyes in bewilderment, wondering just how far she would go as he felt her fingers unsnap his pants. Still defiantly looking him in the eye, she
felt around until she found the tab of his zipper and slowly eased it all the way with a soft sigh, she smiled and slowly pushed his pants down his muscular
thighs, letting them drop down into a puddle around his ankles. Harry swallowed dryly, shivering with excitement as he saw her bring her hand back to his
cock and squeeze it through his shorts.

Neither of them seemed to have the composure to speak as they numbly stared at each other. Harry's heart was fluttering like a wounded butterfly as he
waited for Marilyn to make her next move.

At last, her eyes glinting in the afternoon sun, Marilyn looked down to the big bulge jutting out underneath his shorts. Then with a plaintiff whimper,
she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. He saw that she continued to stare at the bulge sticking out in front of him as she began to push
his jockey-shorts down. Harry wondered what she would think of his cock.

He was proud of his big, thick nine incher that was bigger than most of the cocks in the world.

Finally, with a sigh and a shove, she pushed his shorts down off his cock and it sprang into view jutting up tall and proud.

Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Marilyn as she stared down at the towering slab of steel-hard meat.

"Oh...My," she whispered, running the tip of her finger up the big, vein-encrusted penis that wickedly twitched under her finger. "It's... mmmm... perfect..."

"So...so...are your...your tits," he was finally able to choke out, not knowing what else to say.

"You're bigger than my...my husband," she murmured, delicately wrapping her fingers around his cock's impressive girth. "You...you're not a virgin...are
you?"

"Uh...no...I've...I've done it a few times," he bashfully answered.

"Would you...uh...you want...uh...can you," she hesitantly stammered, seeming unable to complete the question, "would you comfort me? It's been so long
since I've had someone comfort me..."

"Yes...yes...I will," he muttered, hoping that she meant what he thought she meant.

"Oh...this is crazy," she moaned, letting go of his cock and stepping back away from him. "What am I doing? I don't know you so well. We can't do this."

"Uh, I want it, too," he told her, hoping that the chance of a lifetime to fuck this hot housewife wasn't slipping away from him.

She stood looking at him with big her big blue eyes shining like an angel's. Then her eyes dipped to his big cock as it bobbed up and down in front of
him.

"Are you...are you sure?" she murmured. "This must be a secret... not to be told to anyone?"

"I know I can do that," he said emphatically, taking her hand in his.

"But still... oh...I don't know...I'm so confused," she said. "It all seemed so exciting and fun a while ago, but now...now it seems so dirty...so sick."

"It's not. It's not dirty," he moaned, squeezing her hand and ever so gently pulling her back toward the freelander. "I want you...and...you want me...don't
you?"

"Yes. Yes, I want you," she said, slowly shuffling along behind him as he led her toward the freelander.

"Then how can it be dirty? If we both want each other, how can making it be dirty?" he tried to convince her.

"How can I do it with you?" she murmured.

"You...just...do," he smiled, thanking his lucky stars for all the beer she had consumed.

Still smiling at her as they finally reached the freelander, he opened the back door.

"I don't know," she mumbled, watching him through her eyes. "It's all so confusing. It's so wrong, but I want it...you so badly. I don't know how to explain
it. It's just tearing me apart."

"You know. You know that you want to do it..." he told her, reaching down to her tight, clinging shorts and gently unbuttoning them as she looked down,
watching him with uncertainty etched all over her face.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, Harry quickly pushed her shorts down her long, shapely legs. Then as he stared at her panties, he saw the telltale
stain of wetness spreading out from between her legs.

"I can see how much you want it, Marilyn," he said softly, leaning forward and kissing the wet spot.

"Oh, Harry," she groaned

Then he ever so gently eased her panties down her legs to reveal her pretty, down-covered pussy.

Letting go of her panties, he leaned forward and buried his nose into the furry patch of soft, curly hairs encircling her secret place. Inhaling the musk
of her impatience, he felt her lift her legs one at a time as she stepped out of her panties. Wrapping his arms around Marilyn's hips, he slowly turned
with her until she had her back to the freelander. Keeping his face buried down in the curly nest of soft curls, he pushed her back until he felt her calves
bump against the freelander. Then he forced her down onto the back seat and gently spread her long legs apart, watching her beautiful pussy unfurl itself
before his eyes.

"Damn...it's so beautiful...you...your pussy is so beautiful," he groaned, taking a deep breath through his nose and savoring the delightful fragrance
of her estrous wafting up from the delicate, pink opening.

Trembling with excitement, he lowered his mouth down to the dew-covered gem and began tonguing the soft folds of flushed flesh. He felt like he was going
to come any second, as he lovingly nuzzled the fragile opening with his tongue before moving up to her jutting clitoris.

"Oh, Baby," she cooed as he began to tease and torment the little bud sticking out of its fleshy, little cave. Harry knew that she was so aroused, it probably
wouldn't take any time to push her over the edge as he quickly set to work on the little bulb of nerves.

Reaching up, he tenderly peeled the fleshy hood back away from her clit and roughly began to tongue it.

"Yes...oh...yes...oh...yes...yes," she hissed, holding onto the back of his head with her hands and guiding him as she humped her juicy pussy up against
his juice-coated chin.

Harry frantically attacked the beautiful delicacy, razing her bulging clit with his tongue and mouth as she writhed on the back seat. Curses and incoherent
snarls filled the air as he ravaged her pussy and clit with his mouth and tongue. He could sense her urgency as he mouthed her. And only a few moments
later, he felt her reach the Promised Land.

"Harry...Harry...Baaaabbbyyyy," she moaned out, humping her pussy up against his mouth as he continued to gobble and lick at the bouncing treasure.

Harry's face was coated with Marilyn's sweet juices as he kept it buried down between her legs until at last she gave out a long, shuddering gasp and flopped
down onto her back.

Harry gradually lifted his juice-spattered face up from her pussy and slowly got to his feet. Staring down at Marilyn lying on the back seat with her shapely
legs obscenely spread apart, it was all he could do to keep from taking her right on the spot. Staring down at her gaping pussy, he watched a trickle of
thick, gummy juice slowly ooze out and drip down onto the back seat. Seeing her like this confirmed that she was the most beautiful woman in the world,
he told himself as he leaned down over her and rubbed his stiff cock up and down the juice-covered opening of her vagina...

"That...that was wonderful," she cooed, gently pushing him back and sitting up. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh, here and there," he blushed. "And I love the way it...you...uh...smell. It smells like woman. It smells like sex. I just love it."

"I'm glad," she giggled.

"Me, too," he smiled, wiping the back of his hand across his juice-slathered chin.

"Do you want to comfort me now?" she smiled suggestively, "or would you like me to comfort him first?"

"What do you want to do?" he eagerly asked.

"Uh...I...I'd kinda like for you to comfort me," she said softly, "then...I...I...can comfort you so we can do it again."

"Wow, Marilyn, nothing subtle about you is there?" he laughed softly.

"Sorry, Honey, it's just been so long since I've had someone comfort me," she grinned, reaching down and grabbing hold of his cock.

"Well, let me comfort you then," he smirked, reaching out to push her down on to the back seat.

"No, wait," she told him, lifting her legs up into the freelander. "Jump up front and move the front seats as far forward as they will go."

"Uh, okay," he grinned standing up with his big, hard dick bouncing up and down obscenely.

Opening the front door, he leaned inside and punched the seat control button and both front seats purred forward until they reached the limit of their
tracks.

"Oh...while you're up there...could you hand me a beer," she giggled at him, "and while you're at it...find some good rock and roll on the radio. I love
loud music in the background while I'm being comforted."

"Sure," he grinned back at her, jerking another beer out and handing it to her over the top of the front seat.

Then, he flicked the radio on and kept punching the seek button until he heard something he liked.

"How's that?" he asked turning around and starting to back out of the door.

"Perfect. But just a little louder," she smiled up at him from between her feet that were now hooked over the edge of the front seat.

He groaned, looking down her long, shapely legs that were flagrantly spread apart giving him an unobstructed view of her pretty pussy. And as he stared
down at it, it gaped open, shamelessly staring back up at him.

"Nice view," he snickered, gawking at her as she tipped her beer up and quickly downed most of it in one long gulp.

"Well, are you going to stand there gawking at it all day," she said, stifling a little burp, "or are you going to come back here, crawl up between my
legs and give me the fucking I've been needing for so long?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he laughed, turning the radio up and quickly backing out of the front seat.

Leaving the front door ajar, he scrambled around to the back door of the freelander. As he did, his big cock eagerly slashed back and forth in front of
him.

This was a new one on him. Not that he had ever fucked Marilyn, but he had never fucked anyone in this position. It looked so wickedly perverse. Quickly
getting down on his hands and knees, he crawled into the freelander. Crawling over the floorboard, he watched Marilyn lift one of her legs up so that he
could crawl under it and up between her legs.

Once he was in between her legs, she gracefully dropped her leg back down, hooking her heel on the top of the front seat again. Standing on his knees between
her legs, he saw that his big cock was now poised at the portal of forbidden pleasures, as Marilyn turned up her beer and finished it, then tossed the
empty bottle out the door. Running his hands up her long, beautiful thighs to her waiting womanhood, he let his fingers brush over her soft, wet pussy.
Then he watched on with eager anticipation as she reached down between her legs and took hold of his throbbing cock. With a lecherous smile on her lips,
she casually fitted the big, purplish-pink head of his cock down between the puffy cunt-lips bordering her pussy.

"Push. Push it in," she mumbled, holding it positioned in the wet, slippery opening of her vagina, waiting for him to defile her with it.

Slowly arcing his back, he eased his giant cock down into the fiery clutches of her hot cunt. Then, he kept pushing it down into the hungry hole until
his hips scraped against her out-thrust thighs and his belly nudged up against her crotch. He'd done it. His cock was inside her.

"Do it...Baby...do it...fuck me," she cooed, clutching her hot pussy down around his thick cock. "Fuck me good."

Listening to the raucous blare of the radio, he drew back, feeling Marilyn's tight cunt obscenely slurp on his big cock. As he did, he took in a deep breath
and savored the pungent fragrance of her overheated cunt wafting up from her meaty gash.

"Oh, fuck Marilyn," he babbled inanely, sliding his cock back into her all the way to the hilt again. "I can't believe it. I'm fucking you, Marilyn."

Then he forcibly began to work his hips back and forth, driving his big cock in and out of the hot, sucking hole between her beautiful, long legs.

"Oh...yeah...Baby...fuck me like that," she cooed. "I like that."

"Yeah... I sure will," he grunted, working his hips back and forth faster as his juice-drenched peter wetly sloshed in and out of her pussy.

As he fucked her, she dug her heels into the front seat. Using it for leverage, she jerked herself back and forth, humping her hot pussy back at him every
time he pounded it into her. Panting, Harry continued to fuck her and reached out to the twin treasures wildly lurching back and forth in front of him.
Roughly latching onto the reeling mountains of soft, pliable flesh, he coarsely kneaded their resilient firmness. Merlin, what tits, he thought savoring
the feel of her warm flesh in his hands.

"Oh...yeah...Baby...fuck me...fuck me and play with my titties," she gurgled, reaching around him and digging her long fingernails into his bounding back.
"Fuck me hard."

Holding onto him tightly, she roughly jerked him back and forth with her hands, adding emphasis to his already powerful strokes.

"Merlin...I love it...I love it," she babbled, thrusting herself at him furiously on every stroke. "I love to fuck. Damn, how I love to fuck."

"Me...too," he growled, kicking up the pace another notch.

"Damn," she groaned out, "what a fucking wonderful mother fucker you are."

"Yeah...yeah...I'm a...fucking...mother...fucker," Piers mother, he cackled, working his hips back and forth rapidly in his frenzied attack on the sacred
sanctity of her womanhood.

"Oh...oh...oh...yes...yes...yes...I feel it...I feel it...gonna...gonna...again...again," Marilyn cried out.

Already, he feverishly thought? Why she'd finished only a few moments ago. Merlin, she was a hot one.

He could feel her whole body beginning to tense up as he heard the sick sound of their bodies wetly slapping together over the loud beat of the music blaring
out of the radio.

The molten lake of cum inside his flopping balls was beginning to boil and bubble as his big cock gathered itself to eject its steamy payload out into
her hot, clutching pussy.

"Yeah...me...too...me...too," he huffed, kicking up the pace another notch.

Then, all at once, she gasped and her legs shot out stiff as boards as her whole body began to shake and shudder.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," she choked out, her fingernails digging into his skin like claws as her spasming pussy imploded down around his pistoning prick.

That was the last straw for Harry and he felt his cock lurch. As it did, it fired off inside the clutching heat of Marilyn's cunt. Ecstatic, he drove his
cock into her as deep and hard as he could to let it spew its vile seed into her. He was coming in Marilyn's pussy. Her beautiful, hot, sucking pussy.
He was coming in Marilyn's hot, sucking pussy.

Holding onto Marilyn's hips, he heard her mewing and whimpering as she clutched her tight cunt down around his cock. While she did, his cock quickly unloaded
its payload of hot, creamy sap into her, one fiery spurt after another. He had never felt such pleasure. It was as if his body was pouring out through
his throbbing peter into the hot, hungry hole between Marilyn's beautiful legs, reversing the process of birthing by flowing back inside her. Like a vampire,
she was sucking the life essence out of him but with her ravenous cunt, not her mouth. But...but...that might happen, too, he smiled to himself remembering
what she said she would do after they fucked.

Which would it be next? Come in her pussy again, or in her mouth? Such a delirious decision to have to make about the hottest housewife ever...

Anyway, the afternoon sure was long...

 

"You know Marilyn, you've been having that Potter boy over a lot," Anthony Piers Sr. commented as he watched TV in the den. His son sat nearby, boredly
watching with his father with an identical expression.

Marylin Piers resisted the urge to giggle.

"Well, he does do the chores I can't do very well..." She smirked. "Very well indeed... "

Piers Sr. frowned, and looked over at his son. "Why can't you have Junior handle them?"

"I've got my friends to hang out with," Piers said. "Tea parties, you know? Meeting girls?"

"Yes, Anthony should be out and about, seeing girls... Besides, Har-the Potter boy is very hard working, very strong... Why, he's handled all your chores
for the month and then some in just a weekend!" Marlin gushed.

"Hmph! Serves the delinquent right, handling all that heavy lifting," Piers senior huffed.

"Oh yes... He definitely deserves all I can give him," Marylin said with a smug expression, her voice dipping an octave. "All that, and more..." She treated
her family to a somewhat artificial smile.

"Unlike some people around here, right boys?" She asked in a tone that a more alert person might identify as bitter sarcasm.

"Uh huh Mum," Piers Jr. said.

"Of course dear," Piers Sr. responded. Both father and son stared at the telly. Marylin smiled.

"In fact, I think I'll have him to take care of the laundry upstairs... I'll be watching the telly upstairs, you won't hear a thing..."

"Sure Mum/dear, whatever," son and father replied in unison. Marylin sighed, shaking her head, before she picked up the phone.

Genetics... It was a bit of curse, but there was light in her life again! A light by the name of Harry Potter. He was her savior...

 

"So, you want the boy to come over and help with moving your basket full of laundry?" Petunia asked with a raised eyebrow. Her gossip sense was tingling,
but Ruth Tylor hadn't had anything on her nephew's activities at the various homes he was being invited to. She merely said he was being run ragged.

Well, if that was the case...

"Certainly Marilyn, dear... Oh, don't worry about his curfew. The less he's in this house, the better."

 

Dudley, or Big D as he was known, looked around at his gang buddies with a smirk.

"Gotta thank that freak for this..."

"Yeah!" Piers said with a smirk. "Whenever he comes around my mum practically throws me out of the house!"

"What're they making him do, Big D?" Another young thug asked.

Dudley snorted. "Looks like they got him working his arse off for them. He's always coming home exhausted, goes right to bed."

"My sister's had him over every day for the past week," another thug said. He shook his head. "Lazy tart, always wanting him to help her with lifting things..."

"Gotta say thought, ever since this started, getting out and coming home has been so much easier!" Piers enthused. "My mum's always so relaxed when I get
home, she doesn't care if I'm late!"

"Guess the freak does come in handy," Dudley begrudgingly said. "Now c'mon, Joe'll have the good stuff today..."

 

The Vauxhall Astra in police livery pulled up to the curb, and a moment later PCSO Diane Carver of the Surrey Police emerged. She was a stern looking woman,
with short black hair closely cropped to her neck. Her uniform did little to conceal an athletically fit and trim body. She marched up to the door of Number
Four Privet drive, and rang the bell. A few moments later, Vernon Dursley opened the door.

"Can we help you, officer?" Vernon asked.

"Yes... I need to speak with a Harry Potter. He lives at these premises, does he not?" Officer Carver asked. Vernon's fat face gained a grin that threatened
to split it apart.

"Oh yes! Yes! Just a moment... BOY! GET DOWN HERE!"