Veronica by: thursday@sdf.lonestar.org (Fm, cheat, teen, size) copyright (c) 2000 thursday@sdf.lonestar.org

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I was nearly nude on the bed, sort of sitting with several pillows propping my back up. Jenny Carston was on her knees next to me, hunched over, giving her best attempt at a blowjob. I was 17, and Jenny was 15, I think, and despite my young age, I was pretty bored for a guy with a nubile 15 year old girl servicing his dick.

I'd gotten around quite a bit in my two years of being sexually active--the reason for this was probably a combination of my large and ever-growing organ, and my reputation for always eating pussy. I'd spent my early adolescence reading my parents' copies of Penthouse Forum, and that seemed to inculcate into me the key value of: Always Satisfy Your Woman. So I learned to love eating pussy, and would happily do it on whatever girl I happened to be with. Girls talk, and by the time I was sixteen, I'd had more partners than some people have their whole lives.

At any rate, I'd learned to differentiate good head from bad, and although Jenny certainly had potential, she needed lots more practice. I'd just finished giving her not two but three orgasms under my now dog-tired tongue, and I was about to call a halt to her attempts at fellatio when the door to the bedroom we were using flew open--we were at a party at a classmate's house--and Veronica stopped in her tracks in the doorway. Jenny, bless her heart, shrieked and scampered off the bed to scoop up her clothes before I had time to catch myself staring at Veronica's nipples protruding through the silk shirt she wore. I was so taken by her, that I actually forgot that I wasn't wearing anything, my cock, with its ever-growing 8 3/4 inches, standing up straight and tall.

"Party's over, you guys," Veronica told us, as Jenny squeezed by her in the doorway, still buttoning her blouse.

Veronica was Jimmy's--the classmate who threw the party--mother.

"Nice dick, Martin," she smiled. "Now put your clothes on and get out."

Veronica lived with her two sons--Jimmy & Aaron--and her husband Jim two doors down from me. Jimmy was a year ahead of me in school, but we became friends when we moved into their neighborhood three years before. Veronica was a Puerto Rican beauty, standing 5'4", with light brown--I guess the modern term is mocha--skin and a petite yet curvy figure. Her chest measured 34DD--I know this because she was fairly obnoxious & goofy in many ways, and early in our acquaintance, she'd divined somehow my affection for voluptuous women, and had offered up her own bra size in order to give me, I suppose, a point of reference when judging other women's sizes. She mentioned this at dinner one night, grabbing one of her delectable breasts in full view of her husband and family. The most remarkable thing about Veronica were not the fabulous breasts she sported, but the fact that her nipples were always erect. She must have had some kind of condition or something, because I'd never seen her without erect nipples, even in the middle of summer.

By the time I was fifteen, I'd seen her nude twice. The first time had been one evening when I'd gone over to do homework with Jimmy. I was climbing the stairs to Jimmy's room, and heard Veronica screaming--not an uncommon occurrence in their household, with her Puerto Rican blood, which seemed always near the boiling point--at Aaron to do some such thing. As I reached the top of the stairs, I could see down to the end of the hall, where Veronica stood in the open doorway to the upstairs bathroom, stark naked and dripping wet, shouting at the top of her lungs for Jim to do something with young Aaron. Seeing me, she covered her breasts with one arm and stooped over to deny me the vision of her hairy mound. In all, I briefly saw both breasts for about half a second before she covered up.

The next time was over a year later. I'd come over on a Friday night to watch Friday Night Videos with Jimmy on their big screen TV. Veronica was in the hottub in the back yard, and I waved to her as I came in and got a soda. She waved back, only her head evident above the water. Jimmy and I sat on the couch watching TV for about 20 minutes. Veronica came into view, walking toward the glass doors. As she did, I could see her--she was doing this basically about 5 feet from the door--stuffing her breasts back into the top of her one-piece bathing suit. As soon as I saw her right nipple, I immediately covered my eyes. I was embarrassed that lately I'd been aroused around Jimmy's mother, and it sort of made me feel uncomfortable. Entering the house, she saw me covering my eyes, and said:

"Oh, you don't have to cover your eyes, Martin. You're too young to get horny."

Jimmy and I both laughed uncomfortably, and she went on her way. Little did she know how horny I could be.

Fast forward to two weeks after Veronica caught me and Jenny in their guest room. I'm at dinner with them, following Jimmy's grounding for throwing the party. Veronica & Jim have given me a little ribbing about fooling around ("More than a mouthfull's too much," Jim tells me), and everything is forgiven. There was also a bit of fatherly pride in Jim's ribbing, I think, since both of us secretly had some questions in our minds about Jimmy's orientation.

But Veronica had been looking at me a little differently since then, and although she'd always been a bit inappropriate, there was a lot more sexual innuendo in the things she would say to me.

A few weeks later, Jimmy and I were in their hottub one afternoon. Why is a mystery, since it was about 90 degrees out.

Veronica came into the yard wearing a thin white tank top and shorts and said, "Jimmy, you need to go and pick up Aaron from karate now." One of the terms of Veronica and Jim's paying for Jimmy's auto insurance was that he run errands like that for them.

"OK," Jimmy agreed. "I'll be right back. Let's play Pitfall when I get back," he said to me. Did I mention that it was 1985?

We got out of the hottub and toweled off. Jimmy threw on a shirt and went out to pick up Aaron. I stood in the backyard, contemplating whether to reverse the toweling off I'd just had by running through the sprinkler, when Veronica startled me by saying, "Jesus Christ, you've gotten hairy."

In the past year or so, my chest went from being covered with peach fuzz to being completely covered with brown curly hair.

"You look like Tom Selleck," she opined, which was a bit of an exaggeration, but not entirely off-base.

Embarrassed, I didn't know what to say. "No I don't," I nearly pleaded. Despite having bedded a dozen of my classmates and half again as many recent graduates, I was still a fairly shy boy.

"I'm just giving you a hard time," she smiled.

I took a long pull on my Coke, and began romping through the sprinkler, cooling off.

"That looks like a good idea," Veronica said, and joined me in the path of the sprinkler head. As I mentioned, she was wearing a white tank top, apparently with no bra, because in about 10 seconds her shirt was soaked completely through, and her hard brown nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material of her shirt. Time seemed to stand still, and I basically stared at her chest for I don't know how long. As I stared, my cock began to grow, until it was tenting out in front of my bathing trunks.

By the time I caught myself staring at Veronica's chest, it was too late. I woke from my reverie to find her staring at my crotch. My cock was sticking so far out that it had actually pulled the elastic waistband of my trunks away from my body, exposing the top of my pubic mound.

We stood there, motionless, standing under the pouring sprinkler head, until she said, "How big is it," making no pretense about staring at my crotch.

My shyness quickly began to subside, due either to my arousal or the fact that an attractive woman was verily interested in my meat.

"You'll have to find out for yourself," I smiled lewdly, and rocked back on one leg, pushing my pelvis slightly closer to her.

She started to say something--I could see her cheeks turning red--when we heard the front door open. I made a dash back to the hottub to give myself some time to cool off, as it were, and Veronica busied herself with moving the sprinkler. "Mom, your shirt's completely see-through," Jimmy complained. "That's gross."

"Shutup, Jimmy!" Veronica yelled at him. "You guys go play video games."

My cock had deflated about halfway, so I got out of the hottub and toweled off while Jimmy setup the Atari. As I toweled off, I could feel Veronica watching me, but I didn't want to look at her again for fear of getting too hard. I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I walked inside, waving goodbye. I just didn't feel up to playing Pitfall anymore.

I went home and masturbated to the thought of Veronica's breasts in that see-through shirt. I must have lasted all of 15 seconds before I shot my load in my hand.

One day the next weekend, I rode my bike past Jimmy's house on my way home from my job at our small town's liquor store. Veronica was out front pulling weeds, wearing a yellow bikini top and denim cutoffs.

I stopped. "How come you're not at the flea market with the Jims?" I asked. Every Sunday for the past few weeks, they'd been going to the flea market in the next town over, selling stuff that Jim had bought at a police auction. I wasn't sure he'd bought it at all, since Jim was the lieutenant of the town's police department.

"It's too boring," she said. "Besides, it's good for Jim & Jimmy to have father and son time." The two Jims and a sometimes uneasy relationship, due in large part, I think, to Jimmy's complete and utter disinterest in the opposite sex.

I started to pedal away, and she stopped me to ask if a) I'd come over for dinner that night when the Jims & Aaron got back, and b) if she could borrow our ice cream maker.

I went home and changed into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. I went back with the ice-cream maker, and she let me into the back yard with it. We stood out there talking as she hosed the machine off and generally prepared it for use.

As she bent over at the waist to thoroughly clean the machine, I had a perfect view of the valley between her breasts. I stood there mesmerized, until I felt my cock beginning to grow.

I was wearing briefs under my shorts, and I had to adjust them to ease my growing discomfort. I also didn't really want to embarrass myself, so I stopped looking at those amazing breasts, and I turned away slightly to adjust myself.

She saw me, naturally. Has there ever been a woman who doesn't notice everything?

"I still want to know how big it is," she said. She was standing up now, looking me alternately in the eye & in the crotch.

The bulge in my pants, and my boldness were both growing. "Well, I told you, you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Hmm." she said, nipples pointing at me like daggers. "I don't know about that. Why don't you just tell me."

"There's no fun in that," I said, completely hard and completely emboldened. I walked behind her to get into the house. "Do you have a ruler," I asked, dragging my hard cock across her ass as I moved past her.

"I'm not so sure about this," she said. I could see the confusion and indecision on her face.

I moved back in front of her. I stared her in the eyes as I unbuttoned the top button of my shorts and slid my zipper down, letting my shorts fall to the ground. "I'll be upstairs in the guest room." Like the week before, my cock was pulling the elastic of my waistband out from my body, exposing the top of my pubic hair, as well as the base of my cock. "If you want to know how big it is, bring a measuring tape. Otherwise, just bring me my shorts," I told her.

And I walked upstairs, leaving her there on the back porch.

I lay on the bed for a full 10 minutes. After five minutes, my cock began to soften slowly until it dawned on me that Veronica had had a change of heart, and that I would be in big trouble. I was considering the possibility of a graceful, or at least non-humiliating, exit, when the door opened and Veronica appeared. She held my shorts in one hand, and her other hand was empty. Crestfallen, I started to get up.

But rather than throw my shorts at me and order me out, she dropped them to the floor, revealing a seamstress's measuring tape clutched in her hand.

"I see you've gone soft on me," she said.

Somewhat shaken, I said lamely, "Yeah."

"Maybe this will help," she said, reaching behind her neck and untying her bikini top. She tossed the measuring tape onto the bed next to me and slowly let the strings fall to her sides. Her breasts were still covered by the bikini's cups. She walked the few steps toward the king size bed I was lying in the middle of and climbed next to me. The movement caused the patch of fabric covering her right breast to slowly peel down, giving me a glimpse of her glorious brown nipple.

"Aaaahhh," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and arching her back, allowing both cups to fall completely free. She reached behind her back, arching her chest forward, and released the final strings, and tossed her bikini top the floor. Her breasts were pure perfection, large and round with not a hint of sag. They were lighter than the rest of her skin, a dreamy, milky mocha. Her areolae were brown, and about the size of a fifty cent piece.

This show was more than enough to raise my cock back to its full height. It was enough, in fact, to moisten its head with pre-cum, which seeped through the thin fabric of my briefs.

"Now it's your turn," she said, resting on her heels, "for show and tell."

I was still mesmerized by the glory of her breasts, and it took me a moment to respond. "I told you that you have to find out for yourself," I still stared at her breasts. "You're welcome to pull my underwear off."

She paused for a moment, thinking. She then leaned forward, and grasped the elastic waistband of my briefs by either side, and pulled. I raised my ass off the bed to help ease their removal. The whole time, she stared me in the face, not looking at my crotch. When she had pulled the underwear over the top of my cock, she dropped them on the floor on top of her bikini top.

I lay there, and she continued to stare me in the eye for a long moment. Her gaze then traveled down the length of my body, to my penis.

"Is it as big as your husband's" I asked.

She moved higher on the bed and turned around so see it from my perspective. "It's twice as big as his," she told me, staring at my meat.

She continued to just stare at it for what seemed like several minutes, her reverie broken only by my hand creeping up her side to touch her breast.

"Hey, no touching," she said. "I'm just going to measure you is all."

"Your breasts are so soft," I said, kneading her right breast. "You really don't mind this, do you?" I continued to fondle her.

"Where's the measuring tape," she said.

It was on the bed on my other side. As she leaned across me to get it, her nipple dragged through my pubic hair as her breast flattened briefly against me.

She retrieved the measuring tape and straightened. She angled toward me, so that her knees were against my side. My cock was pointing about 40 degrees from the vertical, and she was having trouble measuring its length with one hand.

"Will you hold it still for me?" she asked.

"No," I told her, "you have to find out for YOURSELF."

With her left hand, she took one end of the measuring tape and held it in the crook of her hand, where her thumb meets her hand, and tried to wrap her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock.

The measuring tape unfurled as her right hand pulled it up the length of my cock.

As she did this, I had resumed squeezing her tit and was now rolling her nipple between my moistened thumb and forefinger. Her breathing quickened as the measuring tape unfurled; whether due to my ministrations on her breast, or otherwise, I don't know.

"Jesus Christ," she whispered, "it's nine inches."

Wow, I'd grown!

She dropped the measuring tape and made a fist around the base of my cock, and slid her hand up its length. She picked up the measuring tape and repeated her measurement, and this time measured its circumference, both at the base and closer to the circumcised head. "Six inches around!?" she cried.

While she was taking the second set of measurements, I had abandoned her breast to stroke that fabulous Puerto Rican ass, and my hand was now between her legs. I had been stroking her inner thighs, but now I was rubbing her slit through her cutoffs.

She sat there on her heels staring at my cock while I could feel the wet patch between her legs growing. I'm not at all sure she was even aware of my hand between her legs when I got up and stood my knees next to her, my cock pointing lewdly at her navel.

I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away. I then reached for her cutoffs and unbuttoned the first three buttons and started to pull them off her hips.

"What are you doing," she asked, indecision and maybe a little fear in her eyes. "This is getting out of hand. I only came up here to measure you."

"No problem," I said. "I just thought you'd be more comfortable."

"Sure you did," she paused, her shorts half-on, half off, with her pubic hair grasping out the top of her shorts. "Now lay back down while I take another set of measurements. I want to measure it a third time to make sure I was accurate."

"OK," I said. As I lay back, she surprised me by wiggling out of her cutoffs.

"That is much more comfortable," she purred. She proceeded to measure my dick's length and girth again while I fingered her wet pussy. I began to alternate between rubbing her clit and sticking a finger inside when she made a fist around my cock again and started sliding it very slowly up and down its length.

"Is this the way you jerk off," she asked.

"No," I told her, taking her hand in mine, I showed her how I usually pleasure myself. She alternated between my way, her way, and running her finger tips up and down the underside of my cock. Meanwhile, I had two fingers buried in her hole, and was working on slipping a third in. I sat up and leaned forward and my mouth found her nipple, and I sucked it into my mouth, past my teeth and ran my tongue around it slowly. All the while, I had the fingers of my left hand between her lips, and her other breast in my right hand. Her breath quickened, along with the motion of her hand up and down my cock.

She was working my cock at about a mile a minute. I moved from her right nipple to her left, savoring the heavy feel of her 34DD breasts in my hand and the salty taste of her nipples on my tongue. At this point, I lifted my mouth to hers, and she kissed me, shoving her tongue past my teeth and into my mouth. We kissed, her hand pumping my cock, mine working her pussy, and alternately massaging her amazing breasts, for a while until I pushed her onto her back.

She was breathing heavily, her breasts having with each breath, and she opened her legs. I knelt between them, letting my cock rest on her hairy patch as I sucked her nipples and kissed my way down her torso to her cunt. With her legs spread wide, I lowered my face to her pussy, drinking in its strong scent. I traced her outer lips with my tongue, sucking them between my teeth, savoring the tangy juices. Hearing her moans as encouragement, I then began working on her inner lips, and soon I moved up to her clit, flicking it with my tongue. She immediately began to convulse, and held my face to her cunt as she came.

I continued eating her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, and pulling my fingers in and out of her hole until she was on the verge of another orgasm.

I stopped and straddled her waist, feeling my balls slide down across her pussy. I moved up the length of her body until my cock lay in the valley between her breasts. She squeezed both her breasts together, and I slid my cock back and forth a few times until I could feel my balls begin to tighten. I stopped thrusting and reached behind me to roll her clit with my fingers as I waited for my impending orgasm to pass. I didn't want this to end too soon.

I climbed off of her and lay down beside her. "Will you suck it," I asked.

She slid down the bed and knelt next to my midsection. She grasped the base of my cock and held it, staring at it. She licked her lips, and leaned in toward it, tentatively placing a brief kiss on its head. "I haven't done this to another man since I've been married," she said.

"You've never done this to a REAL man before, have you?"

"No," she said.

To encourage her, I lightly dragged my fingertips up the back of her thigh, between her legs. She started slowly rocking back and forth as my fingers slid across her labia and up to her clit. My cock jerked, and she leaned toward it, extending her tongue and encircling my swollen cockhead. She then slid her tongue up and down the backside of my shaft, from the base to the head several times, coating it with her glistening saliva. When she reached the tip again, her lips parted slowly as wide as they would go, and I felt the head of my penis slide past her lips, her teeth, and into the warm and wet confines of her mouth. She could only take about 3 inches in, but she did an amazing job of sucking me off, swirling her tongue about my head as she pistoned my cock in her mouth. She pulled it out and was pumping my cock for a moment before she started licking the head again.

My stomach tightened, and I started to shout as my furious dick started shooting hot white sperm into her mouth. She continued pumping my cock and licking excess sperm off of it for a full minute.

I lay there, gasping for a moment, while she lazily pumped my still hard cock.

I propped myself up on my elbows, and she looked at me quizzically, as if to say, "what's next?"

"I want your cock inside me" she said.

"You want a real man's cock inside you," I corrected her.

"Yes," she said. "But you can't come inside me. I don't have any condoms."

I raised myself onto my knees, and she lay down in the center of the bed, legs spread wide, still holding onto my cock. I pulled away from her, and, grasping her calves, pulled her to the edge of the bed.

I positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her hole and slid it across her lips in a circular motion, and then up and down her slit. When I reached the top, I could feel her hard clit slip into the slit on my cock. I slid it back down and put it between her outer lips, just gently touching them.

"You want my nine inch cock, don't you," I demanded.

"Yes," she panted.

I slowly pushed in past her outer lips, and I could feel her stretching to accommodate me. I was about halfway in, when she cried, "it's never been this deep before."

I continued pushing in for another two inches, and slowly pulled out just until my head was at the beginning of her hole. I pushed back in about seven inches and began slowly pumping back and forth for several minutes, my pace increasing slightly with each stroke until I was going so fast and hard that the bed was starting to slide toward the wall. With each stroke, she met me with one of her own, and we were both grunting and moaning loudly.

On one of my inward thrusts, she reached behind me, grasping me under my ass with her legs, and pulled me on top of her. She then pushed me off of her and onto my back. My cock glistened with the slippery juice covering it. She straddled my lap, and held my cock with one hand as she lowered herself onto it in one fast, long, fluid motion her pelvis met mine and our pubic hair intermingled, my cock completely filling her. I could feel my cockhead rubbing against her cervix as she slowly started to rock back and forth, her hands resting on my abdomen. I leaned forward, and she met me, aiming her beautiful breast at my open mouth. I sucked on her nipples as she continued to rock back and forth. I lay back down onto my back, and she came with me, keeping her nipple between my lips.

As she leaned forward, my cock slid out of her stretched cunt hole, and we began to thrust against each other, sliding my dick into and out of her pussy. Completely covered in sweat, we continued to fuck each other madly, and she sat back up straight and rocked back and forth faster and faster. I was holding her delicious ass with both hands while she continued to ride my cock. Her breasts were squeezed together from her hands resting on my pubic hair, and they shook and jiggled with each movement.

I had reached my limit, and could feel my body tensing again with my impending orgasm. I reached between us, and slid my fingers between our bodies to rub her clit. Finding it, I massaged for all I was worth, and, remembering her admonition not to come inside her, I said, "you have to get off. I'm going to come."

She just stared me in the eye and continued to rock back and forth furiously as I worked on her clit. It wasn't but a few seconds before I started to come, my cock convulsing and pumping sperm into her body. She get grinding onto my cock and started to moan louder and louder until she issued an ear shattering scream to the heavens as her pussy clamped down even tighter on my still hard but spend cock.

Her rocking back and forth continued, slowing for a good five minutes, my cum oozing out of her and pooling on my pubis.

She slid off of me and lay next to me, staring and occasionally stroking my slowly deflating cock. We lay there, silent, for a moment, until she got up and got dressed. I got up, too, and put on my shorts.

I went to kiss her, but she turned away. Walking down the hall, she stopped at the top of the stairs and said, "are you still coming to dinner?"

"Yeah," I replied.

And I did. We had dinner and ice cream, the Jims counting their money and talking about the flea market. Veronica was perfectly normal, behaving just as she always had.

As I was leaving, she stopped me in the doorway.

"I don't remember how big it is," she whispered. "I'll have to measure it again next week."

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Copyright (c) 2000 thursday@sdf.lonestar.org. All rights reserved.

Author's note: This story is part fact and part fiction. If you like what I write, please let me know. I'd really appreciate feedback, ideas, and constructive criticism (please!) at <thursday@sdf.lonestar.org>. Flames to /dev/null.