My family has a small cabin at the edge of the college town about 100 miles away from their main base. Since I was attending the nearby college — well, technically I had just finished attending it, as I had graduated on May 27 — they had told me to live there instead of at the dorms. I was given a stipend to buy food with, and the family continued paying the utilities and other ancillary expenses. My intention, now that I had finished up, was to take a couple of months to just chill and then start looking for a job. And while it may or may not be true, as Blink-182 once put it, that nobody loves you when you’re 23, this 23-year-old also intended to find some companionship.

On June 12, during lunch with a fellow newly minted graduate, he told me something interesting. “You know how when her husband died, the widow Jenkins built that huge, 15-foot-tall privacy fence around her backyard, allegedly so she could suntan and swim in her pool nude and no one would know?”

I nodded. “Linda Jenkins? Yeah, her mansion is a ten-minute walk from my place. I’ve walked past that fence a few times.”

He grinned, “Well, Lee, let me tell you a secret. On the east side of that fence, one of the wooden boards has a knothole about four feet above the ground. You can see right into the backyard through it.”

“Really now?” My interest was piqued.

He nodded. “Cross my heart.”

[Saturday, June 13, 2026]

I walked over to the Jenkins mansion at around noon. I walked to the east side of the privacy fence, and sure enough, at slightly below eye level, there was a large — a full two inches in diameter — knothole in one of the wooden planks. I dropped into a slight crouch and put my eye up to it. I did have a pretty good view of the backyard. About 30 feet from me, the widow Jenkins was lying face-up on a large comforter, naked as the day she was born. She was in her early sixties, and her hair was pure white. She was thick-framed, not *quite* as wide as she was tall but with plenty of curves. Her breasts were enormously big, her belly was very round, and her legs were extremely thick, especially her thighs. I quietly watched as she lay still and soaked up the sun, her eyes half-closed. After 26 minutes, by my watch, she turned over. Now I could get a view of her soft, round, very plump butt. I waited a few more minutes, admiring her curvy figure, then went back to my place.

[Sunday, June 14, 2026]

I was again back at the knothole at around noon. She was in a slightly different place this time, a little bit closer to my viewing spot. She again lay still, face-up, for a while, and then she idly rubbed her huge breasts for a few moments before she turned over. After admiring her butt for 15 minutes, I decided discretion was the better part of valor and silently slipped away.

[Monday, June 15, 2026]

I returned to my spot at the knothole, and this time the widow, after a few minutes of lying in the sun, decided to swim nude in her pool. I loved how her boobs and butt jiggled as she walked over to the pool. She wasn’t in a hurry — this was a relaxing dip, not an Olympic race — and she swam smoothly and steadily back and forth for ten gentle laps, then got out and sat on the edge of the pool, with her feet and lower legs dangling over into the water. I departed a few minutes later.

[Tuesday, June 16, 2026]

This time, the widow’s comforter was only about ten feet from the knothole. She lay face-up and naked and after idly rubbing her tits for a few minutes, she spread her legs and guided a finger along her slit for a minute or two. I got a lovely view of her shaved pussy. She didn’t seem to be actively masturbating, just kind of teasing herself a bit, and she stopped doing so when she turned over to tan her back half. With the main part of the show over, I slipped away.

[Wednesday, June 17, 2026]

This was apparently a swimming day, as she took a considerably longer swim than on Monday. I counted eighteen laps instead of ten. When she got out of the pool, she faced directly away from the knothole and shook herself to get the water off her, making her big butt wobble sexily. I had a perfect view of it. Then she turned around and shook herself some more, getting more water off and making her huge chest jiggle. I felt my dick get hard, and decided I’d better split before I was tempted to do something stupid.

[Thursday, June 18, 2026]

The widow was only about five feet from the knothole this time. After soaking up some sun, she decided to do a series of naked yoga exercises, starting with the downward dog pose. I had an amazing view of every curve of her body, and having her massive ass practically in my face made me want to break down the fence and bury my face between her thighs. It took all my willpower for me not to remove my own clothes and start stroking my very hard cock. When she finished her yoga and walked over to the pool, I made a silent but hasty getaway.

[Friday, June 19, 2026]

Her blanket was practically underneath the knothole this time. I got an up-close view of her huge tits. Suddenly, I heard her voice.

“Like what you see, youngling?”

I froze. My vocal cords seemed paralyzed, as did the rest of my body.

“Don’t be scared,” she said, rising to her feet. “Walk about ten feet to your left, along the fence.”

I obeyed, and could hear her walking parallel to me, separated only by the fence. Suddenly, two of the boards retracted. “Come in,” she purred. I did, and the boards returned to their place.

I found my voice again. “How long have you known I was there?”

She chuckled. “Since about noon last Saturday.” We walked over to the board with the knothole in it, and she pointed to the top of it. I could barely see a tiny black object. “A small spycam, activated by the pressure sensor on the ground beneath the knothole. Before I made my move, I decided to wait a few days and see how much you liked my body. You obviously think it’s very attractive.”

“You are indeed gorgeous,” I conceded.

She picked up the knot from the knothole, put it back in place, and secured it with wood glue before removing the spycam. “This has served its purpose.” Then she smiled at me. “Get undressed, youngling. Let’s see what you’re working with.”

“I’m Lee,” I told her as I removed my clothes.

She giggled. “And since we’re gonna be on a very intimate basis, you can call me Linda. Or you can call me `beautiful goddess’ if you prefer.”

I was naked by now. I lay on the comforter, and Linda lay next to me. She pulled me in for a lover’s kiss, and we twined tongues.

“I saw you ogling my big titties a lot,” she purred. “Go ahead and have fun with them.”

I eased my lips down along her neck and towards her massive chest. She smiled as I kissed my way up and down her cleavage several times. I then cupped one of her huge orbs, using both my hands to do so, and kissed my way to her nipple. I opened my mouth wide to get the whole thing in, and began suckling.

“G cups, honey,” she grinned. I continued suckling on her breast, and her arms wrapped around me. I circled her nipple and slightly flickered my tongue as I did so, and she made pleased sounds. I, with an effort, switched my mouth to her other breast, and began suckling on that one. She smiled and continued to make happy noises. Her arms wrapped more firmly around me.

I switched back and forth a couple more times, and after a few more minutes, she pried my mouth off her chest and said, “I’d love you to use that tongue elsewhere.”

I smiled. “Ever since I saw your lovely thick thighs, I wanted my face between them.”

She grinned. “We’re on the same wavelength.” Then she spread her legs, and I got in position. I kissed along her slit, tasting her nectar, then slipped my tongue inside her box. Her thighs immediately wrapped around my skull. I wrapped my arms around her, groping her giant butt, and began licking, trying to drink up her sweetness. Linda’s moans became more lustful as I kept working my tongue. She quivered as I swirled it in a circle, trying to get to every drop of her nectar. Her thighs tightened around me. I drove my tongue as deep as I could, and she flooded me with her honey. I gulped down as much as possible and kept moving my tongue. I wanted more of her love-juice. She pressed her crotch more firmly against me. I began jabbing my tongue in and out, actively tongue-fucking her. Linda quivered and gasped as I more firmly groped her butt, pressing my face against her mound. She clamped her thighs so tightly around me I thought my skull would cave in as she shuddered through a second orgasm.

Then she unlocked her legs and rolled me onto my back. “My turn.” She cupped my balls. “I think you’ve got more than one cum in these. How long since you had a release?”

I frowned. “A bit over a week.”

She giggled. “Definitely more than one cum in here, then.” She got between my legs and began by kissing and licking my balls. Then she licked from the base of my shaft to the tip. I moaned as she slipped her mouth over the bulb of my rod. Her tongue elegantly traced erotic patterns on it, making me shiver. She massaged my sac with her skilled fingers, then slid her mouth downwards, taking in most of my seven-inch length. She slithered her tongue up and down on my pulsing shaft. I gasped as she began really sucking hard, trying to drain a load of cum from me. She sealed her lips around the base of my pole and lashed her tongue along the throbbing flesh. With a grunt, I shot some squirts of cum down her eager throat. She continued sucking, and in thirty seconds I was fully hard again.

“Good boy,” she said, lifting up her head. She lay on her back, on the comforter, and spread her legs. “Now fuck me until you fill me.”

“With pleasure, ma’am,” I replied. I slid my cock into her waiting box.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “I haven’t been fucked properly in several years. My late husband lost his sex drive in 2023. I, meanwhile, have gotten hornier with age.”

“I’ll try to keep up with you,” I replied. I started slowly, letting our bodies settle in, then began pumping smoothly in and out of her. She shivered and made pleased moans. I wrapped my arms around her and groped her butt as I plowed her, speeding my motions. She wrapped her legs around my hips. I began ramming my dick into her box as fast as I could. Her pussy twitched around me with excitement. I thrust as deeply as possible, and she shivered through an orgasm. I didn’t slow my motions, continuing to pound into her hard and fast. Her quivering body tensed again. I slammed my pole into her and stayed hilted inside her momentarily, and she had a second violent climax. I started thrusting in and hilting myself inside her every time, and her pussy muscles began milking my cock. I leaned down and kissed her breasts, and she had yet another climax, this time forcibly draining every drop of my cum. I collapsed onto her, spent, and passed out with my head resting on her magnificent, pillowy chest.

When I came to, after sleeping off my orgasm, I was lying next to her on the comforter. “You obviously have a lot of free time on your hands,” she said. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a newly minted college graduate,” I told her. “I was planning to start looking for a job in a few weeks. I wanted to chill a bit first.”

“You have one starting this very second,” she purred. “I’m hiring you as my personal assistant, emphasis on the personal. You get room, board, a small stipend, and if I don’t fuck you to death and you manage to outlive me, maybe a very nice reward. You are not allowed to wear clothes. I won’t be wearing them either. Your primary duty is to give me at least three loads of your hot young cum per day.”

“Um, do I get a choice in the matter?” I asked.

She smiled. “No. And even if you did, you wouldn’t refuse. You’re lusting for my gorgeous curves just as much as I’m lusting for your slim, toned body and lovely young dick.”

She was right, of course. Why would I pass up an opportunity to fuck the rich, voluptuous, very horny widow multiple times per day? We quickly arranged the automatic weekly bank transfer — since we lived in the same area and used the same bank, it was easy to set up.

By 5 p.m., all my possessions had been placed in one of her guest bedrooms. We had a delicious dinner, and then she took me to the master bedroom. After pit stops, we got on the bed. “I haven’t seen you cum yet,” she purred. “Fuck my huge tits and then cum all over them.”

“With pleasure,” I smirked, sliding my stiff pole between her gigantic orbs. I was lying on my back, and she had gotten between my legs and trapped my rod between her mounds. I thrust upwards, dropped my hips back down, then thrust upwards and dropped my hips back down again. Smooth, steady rhythm. Her huge knockers wrapped around my cock. It was almost as good as fucking her pussy. I continued thrusting, and on each upstroke she would use her hands to press her tits more firmly around my pole. I rhythmically fucked her chest. She was moaning with excitement. My own body started tensing. I continued my upthrusts, and her body shuddered as she let out a lustful gasp. She nodded, answering my unspoken question, and in a few more strokes I was ready to pop. Cum shot upwards from my dick through her cleavage and came back down on her breasts, except for a spurt or two that landed on her neck and dripped down towards her chest. I didn’t stop thrusting until my pecker stopped squirting. She smiled and rubbed all my cum into her skin.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Let’s rest now.”

We quietly snuggled until, at 10:30 p.m., we had a snack in the kitchen before returning to her bed. Then she turned out the lights. I placed my head between her huge knockers. As we drifted off to sleep, I wondered what the future would hold. Clearly lots of sex from a horny widow…