Something in the Water Pt. 07

"I was thinking ... maybe ... some milk?" Olivia's brown eyes darted between Linda's boobs and her blue eyes. "Please, Linda?"

"Well ..." Linda sighed and unbuttoned the front of her dress. "You've been such a help. How could I say no?" She opened the dress and pulled down her bra. Out popped those magnificent boobs that had been so much smaller only a little while ago. "Don't be shy." Linda took the back of Olivia's brown hair and guided her mouth to her left boob.

"Mmmmmmmmhhhh." Olivia sucked and swallowed. Warmth spread through her. She fed like that for about a half-hour, curled up in Linda's lap, with her legs next to her on the sofa. Eventually, she took her mouth off Linda's nipple and looked up.

"There's something you could do for me now." Linda pulled the young woman off her lap, stood, and removed her own dress, bra, and panties. She pulled Olivia off the sofa and then sat back down, spreading her legs on either side of her houseguest. "You got me worked up. Help me unwind." Linda looked down at the cross on her bracelet. This was all pretty far afield for Jesus. She was beginning to doubt the efficacy of Pastor Neilson's solution. Maybe it was all because Linda had forgotten the words she needed to say. Oh well.

"I've never done that." Olivia looked down at Linda's blonde pussy, with her pink, glistening lips. "But I'll try." She leaned forward and gently kissed Linda down there. "For you, Linda. Only for you." She stuck out her tongue. It tasted so good. Almost as good as her milk. Soon, Olivia was lapping at the housewife's pussy like a thirsty puppy.

"That's good, Olivia." Linda put her left hand on Olivia's head to help guide her. She looked down at her wedding ring, entwined in the brown hair. She wondered if her sweet William could ever have guessed the places that ring would go when he put it on her finger all those years ago. Probably not. "There's ... ahhhhh ... something we need to talk about."

"Mmmppphhhh?" Olivia kept licking, eager to please Linda and coax out more of her delectable secretions.

"I ... uh ... have a special relationship with Davey." Linda lifted her feet off the ground and placed her legs over Olivia's shoulders. "And if you're going to be here ... for a while." Linda closed her eyes. "Oh, that's good. Really good. Just like that." Linda tried to concentrate. "You're going to have to let ... Davey and I ..." Linda came on the young woman's tongue, pushing Olivia's face into her vagina. When she calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked down.

"What did you want, Linda?" Olivia looked up expectantly at Linda, her mouth and nose shiny.

"Now that I think about it," Linda's breathing slowed down. "I think you might be able to help. I'm sure Davey would like that. We'll talk more about it later tonight. Now, how about some lunch?" Linda stood, dressed, and walked into the kitchen.

Olivia followed.

~~

It was ridiculous riding on the back of a bicycle while Donna held on to the sweaty, pedaling teenager in front of her for dear life. She knew her boobs were pressed into his back, but gripping him around the midsection was the only way she wasn't going to fall. She prayed that her glasses wouldn't bound off or fly away.

Even worse than the absurdity was how hot and bothered the whole thing made her. As the wind whipped at her hair, and they sped over sidewalks and streets, Donna couldn't get one particular idea out of her head; she wanted to give herself to this sweet, good kid. It was preposterous, but Mark faded further and further from her thoughts.

"We're here." Patrick left the bike in the driveway, took Donna's hand, and led her into his house. He marveled at her warm, delicate fingers. He felt her cold wedding ring, so unforgiving, while the rest of her hand folded so perfectly into his.

"Oh, hello, Pat." Susy looked up from the kitchen counter where she chopped celery. "And who is this?" Her eyes fell to their clasped hands and a frown spread across her face.

"Hello, Mrs. Lannit." Donna looked to Patrick for an explanation. He knew his mother best, after all.

"This is ... um ... my ... um ... my tutor." Patrick nodded and adjusted his glasses with his free hand. "The school sent her over. We need to study."

"Well ..." Susy felt weak in the knees, wet in the vagina, and suddenly jealous of this freckled woman. Of course, that was crazy. The tutor was old enough to be his mother. "Okay then. Study hard, sugar." She took one last look at the woman's red hair and the freckles covering her face, neck, and arms. She looked a lot like Sally. Except this woman really filled out her dress. "I'll check in with you two later."

"Bye, Mrs. Lannit." Donna let Patrick led her by the hand.

"Bye, Mom." Patrick called over his shoulder. He hustled her upstairs, into his room, and closed the door. Riding home, he'd had nothing but fresh air. And moving through the house, he hadn't lingered long enough for her smell to catch up with him. But now, Patrick inhaled and his boner was immediately back. She smelled like treasure pulled from the earth. "I have some ... stuff ... to tell ..." His voice trailed off.

Still holding Patrick's sweaty hand, Donna looked around the room. He had posters with spaceships, volcanoes, and scientists. Lots of scientists. Donna recognized Nikola Tesla, Marie Curie, and Albert Einstein. His shelves were filled with books. Everything was tidy. Donna guessed that his mother cleaned in here every day. The bed was neatly made. This was a teenager's room, but a brainy teenager.

"You're beautiful, Mrs. Farmer." Patrick looked up into her green eyes, magnified by her brownline glasses. "I ... just ..." He fought desperately against his urges. He wanted to jump her right there.

"It's okay, Pat." Donna looked down into his brown eyes. The poor kid's glasses were fogged again. She took off her glasses and set them down on a nearby dresser. She then reached for his glasses, took them off, and put them next to hers. "You can kiss me if you want." Donna offered a shy smile. She felt like a girl again. Patrick had been there to save her when her husband only stood by. The thought of her husband halfway broke the spell, and she looked down at the blue stone on her wedding ring. But all second thoughts were fully defenestrated when Patrick leaned in and gently kissed her lips.

Although she was the more experienced one, by several orders of magnitude, she let Patrick explore her mouth with his tongue. He was gentle and inquisitive, but seemed to gain confidence as time wore on. Soon, Donna was as aroused as she'd ever been. She broke their kiss. "You took care of me, Pat. Now I'll take care of you." She lowered herself to her knees, tucking her dress under her.

"Holy cow." Patrick picked up his glasses and put them back on. He didn't want to miss a thing. He watched this beautiful, sophisticated woman unbutton his pants. Somehow, the meteor was responsible for this. But at the moment, Patrick didn't care.

Donna unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. She gasped. What she discovered was the most unlikely, manly penis she'd ever seen. Even bigger than that horrible basketball player's gadget. It flopped down and bounced in front of her, long and thick with fat veins crossing every which way. The thing was so engorged that the head looked almost bluish. "Good heavens, Pat. There's just so much of it." Donna, who had felt so experienced minutes ago, now felt like a novice. She looked underneath the monstrous thing. The teenager's balls hung low, and were similarly proportioned.

"Wow." Patrick looked down as her small, white hands reached up and squeezed his shaft, as if to test its reality.

"Here goes nothing." Donna would have to figure it out as she went along. The mechanics couldn't be too different from what she was used to. She leaned in and licked at the precum oozing from the head. Sparks flew before her eyes. She wasn't expecting that. What an amazing kid. Pretty soon, she was rolling her tongue around that bluish skin and sucking for all she was worth. With Mark, she never made any of the popping and slurping sounds she made in Patrick's room. Was she turning into a hussy?

"Oh, man. So ... good." Patrick put his hands on her silky hair. "I'm gonna ... ah ... ah ..."

Donna should have known a teenager would be quick. Normally she'd swallow for Mark, but this wasn't normal in any sense. Well, she supposed, she would at least try to drink him down. Hot cum hit the back of her throat and she was in for another surprise. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body. All thoughts of swallowing vanished. Donna grunted, her eyes rolled back, and she fell to the floor. She let Patrick shower her with cum. When she came to, she was a sticky mess, lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling. That smell. That potent smell, like life itself.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Farmer?" Patrick looked down at the still trembling woman covered in his stuff. He gripped his dick with both hands. He wanted more, but was genuinely worried about Donna.

"That was incredible." Donna was disappointed that he'd cum so soon, thus ending their startling session together. She looked up and her green eyes widened. "You're still hard." She sat up. "Very, very hard." She reached lifted her hand for help getting up.

"Yeah." Patrick reached down and helped her to her feet. "It feels really good."

"Are you a virgin, Pat?" Donna pulled off her dress and dropped it to the floor.

"Yes." Patrick looked down at his dick. He couldn't help himself, he stroked it slowly. He looked back up at the nearly naked woman. She had milky, freckled skin everywhere. Her boobs spilled out of her bra and got most of Patrick's attention.

"Well, I'm honored to be your first." She reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and dropped it. She let Patrick stare and take in her perfect, teardrop boobs. Her nipples were small and dark. "I'm not exactly sure how we should do this. You know, so that it will fit."

"What?" Patrick stared at this goddess before him.

"Do you have condoms?" Donna pulled off her panties and dropped them on the floor.

"What?" Patrick watched her perfect, heart-shaped butt as she walked to his bed.

"Yeah, I thought not." She bent over and patted the bed, giving him an exquisite view of her pussy from behind. "You'll just have to squirt your stuff outside. You understand? I'll let you spray it on me again."

Patrick nodded and walked toward her, his dick swaying in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed where she indicated. Patrick went to pull his sweater off.

"No, keep it on, you look cute in that sweater." Donna straddled his lap and looked down. The long penis looked even more daunting from this angle. She figured she might only be able to fit half of it, but she desperately wanted to try.

"Um ... okay." Patrick left his sweater on. No one but his mother had ever called him cute before. He was completely enamored of this woman. An accomplished, elegant investigator of strange mysteries was about to put him inside her pussy. He must have done something very good for God to give him this.

"Oh ... my." Donna reached below her and grasped the head. She positioned it at her entrance and lowered herself ever so slightly. "You really are ... a special ... young man." It pushed past her outer folds and opened up her insides. Thank goodness she was so wet. "Now, I'm going to ... go slow here. It's really ... big."

"Sorry, Mrs. Farmer." Patrick reached out and grabbed her wide hips with both hands. "I need ..." He never finished his sentence as he abruptly pulled her down all the way so that his balls slapped up against her butt.

"Noooooooooo." Donna's complaint turned into a long guttural moan. Somehow, she could accommodate all of him, although she did feel her insides move as he shoved it in. She scrunched up her face, wrinkling her pretty, upturned nose. "I've ... never." Even without her glasses, she could see the clear outline of his gigantic penis pressing from the inside of her belly. Her hips involuntary shook and she orgasmed for the second time with her teenage savior.

"So good." Patrick sunk his fingers into the soft flesh just behind her hips and moved her up and down. It was a long way for her pussy to travel, and he watched in fascination as his frothy dick disappeared into her again and again.

"Not ... again ... oooohhhhhhh." Donna had one rolling orgasm after another. Her breasts bounced, her legs burned with effort, and the slapping sound of her butt on his legs filled the small room.

Downstairs, Susy stopped in the kitchen and cocked her head to the side, listening. What were they doing in their tutoring session? Time for a check in. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked upstairs. Once at Patrick's door, Susy put her ear to the door. It sounded like ... sex.

Susy quietly tried the knob. It was unlocked. She opened the door a crack and peeked in. What she saw took her breath away. She placed a hand to her bosom. That tutor was bouncing on her boy. Susy had seen Patrick's penis, but she didn't realize it was so long, or thick. Come to think of it, she hadn't ever considered that anyone's penis could develop to such a size. The woman's butt rippled wildly every time she hit bottom, and her hips moved impossibly high at the top of each bounce. And the sounds she made were unearthly. The tutor was a constant source of high, feminine grunts, moans, whines, and sighs. It was like the animal in her had complete control. Susy had never made those sounds with Fred. And her sweet, little Patrick. Also groaning like an angry tiger. Susy could see his fingers pressed into the tutor's upper butt, his knuckles white.

As if the sights and the sounds weren't enough, the smell nearly knocked her over. The odor of sweat and cum flowed out of the room. It was almost a magical scent, dark and bewitching. Susy's panties were soaked. A part of her wanted to march in there, pull that floozy off her son, and scold them both. Another part wanted to replace that woman's vagina with her own. But instead, Susy quietly closed the door and moved down the hall to her own bedroom. She locked herself in the washroom, sat on the toilet, and masturbated herself to several magnificent orgasms.

Back in Patrick's bedroom, Donna could tell the teenager was getting close. "Not inside." On an up thrust, she pulled him out completely and jumped down between his legs. "Put it all over me, Pat." She grabbed his penis with both hands and stroked him with a fast, steady rhythm.

"Mrs. ... Farmer ..." Patrick erupted all over her pretty face and perfect boobs.

Again, Donna orgasmed at the touch of Patrick's semen. Her shoulders hunched and she leaned forward, pressing her cheek against one of those contracting balls. His stuff rained down on her hair, but Donna didn't care.

When they'd both come back to earth, Donna crawled up on the bed and pulled Patrick to the middle. She laid him down on his back and curled up next to him, her right boob pressing into his chest. She tenderly put her right thigh up on his legs, very close to his still-hard penis. "That was amazing, Pat."

"Yes." Patrick put his arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head in the crook of his neck. "I think I love you, Mrs. Farmer."

"Shh." Donna put a finger to his lips. "A woman never wants to hear that the first time. Especially ..." Donna paused as she thought of Mark. "Especially a married woman." She was a complete mess, cum and sweat drying all over her body, but she didn't care. "Now let's rest."

Very quickly, they both fell asleep.

~~

That night when Fred sat down to dinner, he gave his wife a questioning gaze. "Where's Pat?"

"He's sick." Susy sat down at the table and spread a napkin on her lap. "He didn't feel well after school."

"He wouldn't get sick as often if he exercised more." Fred dug into his meatloaf. "Or got himself a girlfriend."

"Now, Fred. How is that even related?" Susy wasn't about to tell her husband that when she'd last checked in on their son, he was snoring loudly with a sleeping woman snuggled up against him.

"It's science, Susy." Fred took a big bite. "This is good," he said with a full mouth.

"Speaking of girls, would you like to have some quiet time with me tonight?" Susy's vagina hadn't entirely calmed down from earlier.

"Feeling frisky?" Fred gave his wife's boob a playful little slap. It didn't move like he expected it to. It was heavier than he remembered. "Sure, I'll give you the big one tonight."

"Wonderful." Susy didn't tell him that in light of recent events, she'd come to believe that 'the big one' was no longer a very good nickname for her husband's penis. "Can't wait."

~~

It was dark outside when Patrick woke up. The warmth and the comfortable weight of Donna's soft body pressed up against his side. Her presence made him immediately hard again. Everything about her was so perfect, even her soft snores. He carefully rolled her onto her back and climbed on top.

"Pat?" Donna woke slowly, and looked up at those eager brown eyes behind thick glasses. She smiled up at him. "Remember not inside." She reached down and guided him in again. She marveled at the way he stretched her, a feeling just on the edge of pain, and building in pleasure with each stroke.

They spent the rest of the night like that. They would hump like rabbits, Patrick would spray her with his magical cum, and they would sleep. A few hours later they would repeat the process. The first signs of daylight crept through the window as they finished their last mating of the night. Donna's feet wobbled in the air, her legs open to him, as Patrick took her on her back. What would she do about Mark? What about the mystery? And what about her slashed tire? All those things could wait, as she gave herself completely to this sweet, handsome boy.