Female Fantasies paperbacks is a unique concept in sexual exploration in which women write about women's innermost secret sexual fantasies, mirroring real life with the finest erotic fiction. The characters and situations are contrived, yet they live in every woman's heart, bared herein for your enjoyment and benefit.
Moral conduct and behavior can be legislated in deed, either for the "betterment" of society or the protection of the individual or group, and this is in most cases justified, with notable exceptions regarding adult-adult relations and nudist activity (which doesn't really qualify as "sexual" even though uninformed moralists cannot comprehend the distinction).
Fantasies, however, do not fall under the ken of the law; thoughts and tastes simply cannot be legislated, and the mere idea of such censorship is repugnant to the American ideals of freedom. Many such sexual fantasies are commoner than commonly supposed because of the social censure of such activity as being both unlawful and immoral. Incest, pedophilia (young/old relationships), bestiality (sex with animals), gang rape (the victim's unconscious desire to be forced into pleasure), all these are much more common than is normally believed.
-THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
Dora Lane, an unmarried woman of forty, would not have been considered attractive by most people. Had they been told that Miss Lane had experienced only one love affair in her whole life, they probably would have replied, no wonder. She was not ugly. She simply wasn't inviting. Tall, slender, and stern-faced, Dora Lane wore her reddish hair in a tight and unbecoming bun on the top of her head. She dressed mannishly, in wool suits and flat shoes. She moved stiffly, self-consciously, and every movement, every gesture, said: Don't touch me.
It wasn't that Dora wanted to scare people away. She ached to be touched, to be loved. Most of all, she yearned to have a lover. Nagging horniness was an almost chronic state with the slim spinster. The trouble was, Dora didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know how to attract men, how to turn them on. She did not even realize that her appearance was forbidding. She only knew that she was lonely and homy.
Dora worked as an assistant to Dr. James McDonald, a respected veterinarian who had just turned fifty. Dr. McDonald was not a very attractive person, either, at least not to the average eye. Tall, stoop-shouldered, with thinning gray hair, a prominent beak of a nose, and rimless glasses which were never on straight, the doctor looked like an absent-minded stork. Nevertheless, Dora loved him. She had wanted him from the moment she first came to work for him, ten years earlier. But wild horses could not have dragged this information out of her. She considered herself a lady, a decent woman, and she believed that ladies don't show their feelings. So Dr. McDonald didn't know that his assistant lusted for him, and Dora suffered in silence.
One Monday morning Dora stood in a typical pose, waiting behind the doctor as he performed an operation on someone's sick pet. It was her job to hand him the instruments he needed and also to race for the telephone or the reception desk when any pet owners called or dropped in. Dora was a good worker, conscious of all her duties, but, as always, she found herself staring at Dr. McDonald, watching him longingly, and wondering how he looked without his clothes, what kind of lover he would be. She'd been wondering these things for a decade, but such thoughts never failed to arouse her. As she stared at the doctor's slim but muscular back, she felt her starved pussy growing hot and moist with need. She blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice her aroused state.
"Miss Lane," said the doctor, "Either I'm hallucinating, or the telephone is ringing."
Dora blushed even deeper. She'd been so absorbed in her sexual fantasy about Dr. McDonald that she hadn't even heard the phone. "I'm sorry, doctor," she said, moving quickly to the reception room. Really, she'd have to do better than this. She had to watch herself, not get carried away in his presence. Her lust for him seemed to get stronger with each passing year, and for some reason it was worse than ever lately. Sometimes it was all she could do to keep from screaming with need. If only the doctor would notice her....
Dora answered the phone, dutifully reported the message to Dr. McDonald, and helped him finish the operation. As he washed up afterward, she found herself staring at his muscular hairy forearms, wondering how it would feel if he caressed her naked body. Again her famished pussy boiled with desire, and she wished desperately that there was some discreet way she could let him know how much she needed his lovemaking. After all, he was a man, he must need someone, too.
Dora wasn't wrong. If she'd known the truth, she'd have experienced a pleasant shock. Dr. McDonald didn't turn to face her after he washed, because he was trying to conceal a fierce erection. He seemed to get one every morning as soon as he said hello to Miss Lane, his assistant. A shy man, and a lifelong bachelor, McDonald didn't know how to approach women, although he needed them as much as any other man. Every Saturday night he visited a prostitute to help satisfy his need, but that really wasn't enough. He needed a woman of his own, and Dora Lane was the one he wanted. He knew she wasn't pretty by ordinary standards, but then he'd known her longer and better than most people, and he could see that she had possibilities. Her abundant auburn hair didn't have to be tied up in a bun-it could flow free and long around her shoulders. She didn't have to encase her slender body in those dull mannish suits-the doctor could well imagine how her breasts and hips and legs would take on a ravishingly feminine appearance in a negligee. Her face didn't always have to be screwed up in that stern expression, either. Often McDonald daydreamed of how Miss Lane would look if he were making love to her, pinning her naked beneath him in a lusty embrace, how she would look if she were squealing and moaning with delight as he thrust his cock vigorously into her body. . . . The trouble was, when he had these fantasies, he got a hard-on that wouldn't quit. That could be pretty embarrassing around the office.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, blushing, "I won't need your assistance for a while now. You can go tidy up the supply room and check on our patients."
"Yes, doctor," Dora said meekly, leaving the room.
McDonald stared after her, noting that even in her hideous, tailored tweed suit, her small buttocks bounced and twitched in a provocative way. He sighed deeply. He was too bashful, and she was too much a lady for him to make any approach to her. He went to his private office and tried to get his mind on something else.
Meanwhile, Dora fed and watered the dogs, cats, canaries, parakeets, and other pets who had spent the night in the clinic, checking the progress of each patient. She did this carefully, as always, but her mind was divided between her work and her fantasies. She felt ready to cry with frustration. Really, her sexual needs seemed to become more demanding with each passing year of her life, and she didn't know what to do about it. Unlike the doctor, she couldn't buy anyone's sexual favors. That left her with only one way out, satisfying her nagging lusts with her own hand. Masturbation temporarily eased her distress, but it was far from being the full sexual life she wanted. She needed a man.
"Fat chance of that," Dora Lane said aloud. Passing a mirror, she glanced at herself and shuddered. Forty years old and over the hill. No man could possibly want her, she was sure. Of course she had known women of forty and older who still managed to look quite attractive, but somehow she'd never learned their secret. It was too late, she thought, too late for her to begin an affair. Who'd want to make love to a skinny old maid?
Dora sighed wistfully and passed on into the storeroom, where she began to check the supplies and tidy up the shelves. Her long-neglected pussy felt so hot and swollen that it was torture for her to move. She stopped, panting, and unbuttoned the jacket of her suit. She felt hot, so unbearably hot... . Absently she ran her hand up under her sweater and felt the plump curve of her breasts. Her state of need was so strong that even her own touch sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Because of her severely tailored clothes, many people thought Dora was flat-chested, but that wasn't the case. She actually had rather large, firm breasts, but she dressed in a way that flattened them, for she felt that a modest and decent woman shouldn't flaunt her bosom. Under her caressing hand she felt the firm hot globes of flesh, the nipples going rigid and bumpy with arousal, tickling her palm. She imagined that it was Dr. McDonald touching her like that, and a hot spurt of juice gushed from her cunt and trickled down her legs. "No," Dora said plaintively to herself, "stop that. This is disgraceful. Get on with your work." Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from under her sweater and moved on to the next shelf, where she began to count surgical supplies. She'd no sooner finished the count, however, when her mind began to wander again, back to the only love affair she'd ever had. She often thought of this, longingly, wistfully. If only it could have lasted. ... Of course she despised the man, Henry Carter, but at least he was a man. At least he could give her normal love. At least-she blushed to think of it-he had a cock.
Dora was twenty years old and just finishing her course in veterinarian assistantship when she met Henry Carter, another student. Henry was not bad-looking, but he had two serious defects which made him unpopular with girls. He had a bad limp, the result of childhood polio, and he had a rotten personality. Even though she'd been wildly infatuated with him for a while, Dora had to admit that Henry had no sense of humor, no charm, and minimal intelligence. Still, he was the only man who paid any attention to her in all her years at college. He liked to talk with her after class, and presently be began asking her out to dinner and the movies. Dora was thrilled. For the first time in her life she felt like a woman.
Even at twenty Dora was plagued with chronic, powerful lusts, and she looked eagerly forward to the day when Henry would go beyond hand-holding and polite good night kisses. She looked forward to it, even though she was ashamed of herself for doing so. Nice girls, she was sure, wouldn't even consider the subject. She couldn't help it. Often when she and Henry sat in the movies, she would glance surreptitiously at his crotch, wondering what his genitals looked like. She would lie awake at night, wondering how it felt to make love. Dora didn't know any of these things, being a virgin and never having seen a naked man before. Her stern parents had not even allowed her to undress in front of her little brother or vice-versa, so she had no knowledge of male anatomy or of sex, save for what she'd read in books. Dora had read plenty of books-all she could get her hands on-and she knew the mechanics of sex, but she longed for the real thing. At last Henry made his move. One night Dora invited him into her apartment for coffee after a movie, and they sat beside each other on the sofa, very self-conscious, letting their coffee get cold. Dora remained shy and ladylike, but inside she seethed with longing, prayed that Henry would make love to her. She knew it was wrong to wish away her innocence, but she was realistic, and she knew she had very little chance of marrying. She simply didn't attract men. If she was to have any sexual experience, any physical pleasure, it would have to be like this.
At last Henry swallowed hard, lunged at her, and kissed her. Dora went passively into his arms, letting him fondle her and work his tongue eagerly and wetly into her mouth, but inside she felt ready to explode with lust. Her whole pelvis seemed to boil with horniness, and she felt the crotch of her panties going wet and sticky. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed, and she found it tremendously exciting. Henry was very excited, too. He kissed her like he was starving, crushing and bruising her mouth, and he held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. He pressed close against her, and Dora felt something odd against her thigh. Springing from Henry's soft belly was something long and rigid and polelike, something very hard which twitched and wriggled against her leg. It took her a while to realize that it was his erect penis. Her heart pounded. In spite of all the diagrams she'd looked at in books, she'd had no idea that a cock could be so big.
"Oh, Henry," she sighed, as he came up for air. Henry said nothing. He only had to glance at her flushed, longing face to know that it was all right for him to proceed. She wanted it, even he could see that. With some authority he pushed her down on her back, and Dora went willingly. He stretched out beside her, quickly undid her blouse and bra, and buried his burning face against the sweet wriggling flesh of her large tits. Dora squealed with excitement. Carried away by her response, Henry cupped her wobbling tits eagerly in his hands and began to fondle them. He kissed them, licked them, and used his wet hot tongue to tickle her pink nipples into lusty erection. Dora thought she would faint then and there with pleasure. It felt marvelous having her breasts fondled, and every time Henry's stiff tongue lapped aggressively at her hardening nipples, she felt a shock of pleasure running right through her body, straight to her hotly creaming little cunt. Her stern conscience screamed at her that it was wrong to give in so easily, wrong to have sex without marriage, but Dora was too far gone to heed that voice. Her body was in control now, a body starved for satisfaction, and there was no way in the world that it was going to be cheated.
Henry felt her slim body trembling and ""hot-beneath him, and he decided to risk going even farther with her. Henry didn't get laid very often, and he wanted to make the most of this chance. He thqught he'd spotted Dora for a prude and a professional virgin, but he could see now that her appearance was very deceptive. The poor kid was violently horny. All he had to do was play his cards right...... Boldly he pushed up her skirt, clear to her waist, and began tugging at her prim white cotton panties.
Dora blushed deeply but made no move to stop him. She was terribly embarrassed having a man look at her there, but she kept reminding herself that this was probably going to be her only chance to find out what sex is really like. Trembling and blushing, she lay submissively on her back and allowed Henry to take off her panties. She closed her eyes tightly, as if that would prevent him from seeing something he shouldn't see-but of course Henry had an excellent view of her small reddish puff of mons fur. He buried his face in it, and Dora squealed again as she felt his hot, moist breath on her sensitive pubic flesh. She felt his tongue come out, tickling and exploring stiffly, and then she gasped loudly as he found her clitoris. Tonguing eagerly, he wriggled between the puffy mons lips and discovered the bright red little bud, the most sensitive part of her body. He placed the tip of his tongue on the tiny shaft of moist flesh and began to tickle and circle it. Dora's response was almost violent. She bucked and squealed with delight, and, following her instincts, she let her slim legs fall wide open for him, giving him easy access to her whole scarlet slit. Never in her life had she felt such exquisite pleasure as when Henry tongued her tiny hot bud. Hot girl-juice gushed from her aroused cunt, wetting his chin, and she was already very close to having her first orgasm. Henry had just enough experience to recognize these things, and he pressed his advantage by tonguing her little nub all the harder.
"Ohhh, oooooo, Henry," she moaned. "Ohhh, goodness, it feels so nice. ..."
She found herself running her fingers through his hair, pulling her legs up and back to open herself even more. She wanted his mouth and tongue everywhere between her legs. She moaned steadily, helplessly, and the cream boiled and bubbled from her writhing vagina in a continuous steamy flood. Henry tickled and licked her small clit until it stood in stiff erection. Then he moved his tongue slowly, tantalizingly, farther down between her outflung legs, caressing the highly receptive plump pink lips of her labia, coming at last to the small hot quaking mouth of her virgin hole. He circled it again and again, tasting her fragrant juices, and Dora howled with excitement. Her whole body was hot and feverish.
Henry poked the stiff tip of his tongue just a little way into her wet cunt, and she squealed as she felt the first -delicious tingle of climax. Unfortunately he withdrew, and her orgasm was thwarted. She didn't know how to tell him that, however. She'd never cum before and didn't realize that the sweet sensations should have continued. She only felt violent frustration. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he continued to tongue and lick her labia.
Her frustration was not to last for long, however. Henry had seen and done enough to know that he had a sure thing, and he didn't want to wait any longer. The girl wasn't going to say no, and he desperately wanted to get his rocks off. Panting, red-faced with lust, he sat up and unbuckled his belt. Dora watched him feverishly, staring helplessly at his crotch. His cock was so stiff that it threatened to burst his pants. She was dying to see it, touch it....
"Take it out," he said hoarsely. "Unzip me and take it out for me!"
Dora blushed deeply. She knew his request was naughty, and yet it was the very thing she wanted to do. Her hands shook as she reached out and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. She managed to get it open at last, and tjien, her heart pounding, she reached inside and touched taut, burning, silky flesh. She was surprised to find his meat so smooth, almost velvety. Timidly she wrapped her fingers around it and gently drew it out into the light. Then she stared at it, seeing a real penis for the first time. Henry grunted impatiently and pushed his pants down over his buttocks, but Dora continued to stare. His prick seemed enormously long and fat to her, the shaft pale and blue-veined, the circumcised head engorged and purple. There was a small dark hole at the very tip, and she watched in wonder as a thick droplet of cream oozed out and ran down his rock-hard pole. She glanced at his testicles, which also seemed huge and swollen to her inexperienced eyes, gross and pink and hairy. His genitals were ugly to her, yet powerfully exciting. She couldn't stop staring at them.
Henry lost patience. He removed her hand rather roughly and pushed her down on her back. Dora was too dazed to resist or to ask what was happening. Henry climbed on top of her, panting and sweating, and the next thing she felt was something very hard and hot and fat poking between her legs. It hurt her tender labial tissues, but she didn't cry out. She'd read enough to know that it was painful for a girl the first time. She felt the pain was worth it, just to find out what sex is like. Dutifully she opened her legs wide and waited.
Henry was so excited that it took him a few moments to find the mark, but Dora was so wet that he glided easily inside her the moment his engorged glans slid into the slippery valley of her cunt mouth. One push and he was all the way into her, his hungry meat deliciously gripped in her hot, wet, virgin sheath. He'd never fucked a cunt so tight before, one so blazing hot and eager.
"Oh, Christ," he whined. "Shit, that's good____"
Dora didn't even notice his profanity. She was lost in the incredible joy of being penetrated and fucked. To her delight, she felt no pain at all, only delicious pleasure. As Henry began to work his stiff meat rapidly and deeply in her deflowered cunt, she clung to him and sobbed her pleasure. She came almost right away, and then she came again and again. ... It had to be the greatest pleasure in the world. She never wanted to stop.
Her affair with Henry lasted little more than three months. At the end of that time Dora foolishly hinted at marriage, and Henry disappeared. That was twenty years ago, and she'd never been fucked again. Yet the memory of her nights with Henry was still vivid and tantalizing to her. Every time she thought of it, she grew violently horny, so unbearably lusty that she had to bring herself off with her own hand before she could get her mind back on her work. Now she leaned dizzily against the supply shelf in Dr. McDonald's back room, panting and blushing as she recalled her long-ago affair with Henry Carter. The crotch of her panties was thoroughly soaked, and she simply couldn't keep her mind on her work. There was only one thing to do, as embarrassing and humiliating as she found it. She would just have to beat off.
Dora raised her neatly tailored skirt up to her waist and tucked it in place there, keeping it out of the way. She did the same with her slip. Trembling and sighing, she slipped her hand inside her panties and briefly rubbed the springy, moist hair of her mons. That was nice, but it wasn't nearly enough. She slid her experienced finger between the puffy mons lips and gave a stifled squeal of pleasure as she touched her hot little clit. She began to rub the wriggling little bud in a steady circular motion, and hot juice poured from her hungry vagina and trickled down her legs. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she licked her lips as she busily fingered herself. Sharp stabs of pleasure tore through her pelvis. She was close, very close, to cumming. Her finger was soaked with her own juices, and she began to whimper plaintively as she approached her desperately neded orgasm.
Dora jumped violently as she heard the door open. She jerked her hand out of her panties and tugged down her slip and skirt. Blushing deeply, she glanced around a stack of boxes and saw young Randy Jones, the grocery delivery boy, his arms weighted down with bags of pet food. He caught sight of her and smiled.
"Oh, hi, Miss Lane," he said. "Here's the dog food."
Dog food, Dora thought dismally, that's all I need.
Chapter Two
At fourteen Randy Jones had met a lot of women, but he was still pretty ignorant. A handsome blond boy, his work as a delivery boy took him into many homes and offices, and he couldn't help noticing that some of his female customers looked at him in a very peculiar manner. Sometimes he wondered just what they meant by it. Randy was eager to explore all the mysteries of sex, but it never occurred to him that some of his older female customers might have the same thing in mind. He confined his efforts to girls his own age, and so far he'd met with a steady string of defeats. He'd done a lot of kissing and fondling, had even touched a few bare tits, but he'd come nowhere near losing his virginity. Sometimes it made him very impatient. Why did girls have to be so silly about it? Why wouldn't they let him go all the way? His horniness got so bad at times, he had to find a private place and jack off. It just didn't seem right, and yet he didn't know what to do about it.
When he came into Dr. McDonald's storeroom, he saw that the skinny old maid, Miss Lane, was looking kind of funny. Her hair was a little disheveled, and she was blushing almost purple.
Randy couldn't figure out what would make her look like that. It was a funny thing, but this had happened to him more than once, with Miss Lane and other middle-aged women customers. They all knew him well and knew just what time he arrived with their order, so he usually didn't knock, just walked right into their kitchen or supply room, wherever he usually made his delivery. Several times he'd caught women looking like Miss Lane-surprised, embarrassed, mussed up. He wondered what caused it.
"Oh, hello, Randy," said Dora, stammering a little. "You're just a bit early today, aren't you?" "Nope," said Randy, "I don't think so. Nine-thirty, just like always, Miss Lane."
Dora blushed again. The boy was right, he was always on time. She really was getting careless. Before starting to beat off, she should have remembered the delivery boy was due. God, if he'd seen her.. .. She trembled to think of the scandal, the shame, if Randy had caught her with her hand in her panties, frigging herself. She really must be more careful in the future.
"Very well, Randy," she said, coming toward him. "Perhaps you'll help me store these things."
"Sure, Miss Lane," said Randy.
Dora got a ladder and leaned it up against the shelves. The new pet food had to be stored on the highest shelf, and usually Randy assisted her with this. As she put the ladder in place, she happened to brush against the boy, and a very strange thing happened. An excited sensation ripped through her body, and she found herself blushing and staring at Randy. It was odd, but she'd never noticed before how handsome the boy was, or how much he'd grown in the two years she'd known him. When they first met, he was just a child, but now . . . Helplessly Dora allowed her feverish eyes to run over his body. He was getting tall, almost as tall as she was, and his shoulders and arms were filling out, becoming muscular and manly. His voice was still a transitional croak, his face a little childish, but his body was definitely maturing at a rapid rate. In spite of herself she let her eyes drop to his crotch. The tight jeans outlined a small bulge right where his cock ought to be. My goodness, did the boy have an erection? The moment she thought of it, Dora felt her burning pussy release another flood of cream. Was it possible for a fourteen-year-old boy to get a hard-on? Was Randy at all experienced with girls? She didn't know. She only knew that the idea excited her powerfully, that she was having a hard time tearing her eyes away from that suspicious little bulge in his fly.
"You want me to climb the ladder, Miss Lane?" the boy said.
Dora jumped and blushed. She'd done it again, let her lusty thoughts distract her from her duties. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. Why, Randy was hardly more than a child. It was wicked of her to get excited about him. She was old enough to be his mother. Yet she couldn't stop thinking of his young cock. How big was it? Did it get hard? Had he ever made it with a girl before? Suddenly Dora had a very naughty idea.
It made her blush hotly to think of it, but she just couldn't help herself. Randy had interrupted her just when she was about to bring herself off, and her crazy lust, was at its height. It distorted her thoughts, quieted the normally strong voice of her conscience. She wanted to find out just how much Randy knew about sex, just how interested he was. She wouldn't do anything blatant, but she just had to know.
"I'll climb the ladder this time, Randy," she said pleasantly. "I guess it's about my turn. You can hand the bags up to me."
"Okay, Miss Lane," Randy said politely. The customer was always right. If Miss Lane wanted to climb the ladder, let her climb the fucking ladder. Randy just wanted to complete his route so he could go home and enjoy his Saturday like any other boy.
There was a metallic clatter, and Dora said hastily, "Oh, dear, silly me, I've dropped my earring. Did you see where it went, Randy?"
Randy stifled a sigh of impatience. Women! They were always dropping things. He wanted to get on with his route, but he knew he had to humor Miss Lane. She and Dr. McDonald were two his most important customers. He got down on one floor and started looking for the earring.
As soon as his back was turned, the blushing Dora hastily whipped off her panties and "stuck them in the pocket of her suit jacket. She knew that she was doing an insane, wicked thing, but it excited her greatly. Even the touch of cool air on her bare pussy was enough to send her into another spasm of hot lust. Soon she would know exactly row the handsome young delivery boy felt about sex. . . .
Randy discovered the earring under a stool. He retrieved it, rose, and handed it to Miss Lane. She was blushing furiously again. Christ, he'd like to know what made women do that. "Thank you very much, Randy," she said nervously, avoiding his eyes.
"Now we'll get on with our work."
She began to mount the ladder, and Randy started unloading bags of dog food from the grocery sacks. With his back turned, he didn't notice that Miss Lane was trembling and blushing even redder than before. In fact he wasn't even thinking about her. He was thinking about last night, when he'd taken his girlfriend Cindy to the movies, and about how he'd managed to get his hand under her skirt at last. He'd been dating Cindy for weeks, it seemed, and she'd hardly let him touch her. Last night in the darkness of the theater, he'd set his hand on her knee, and when she didn't push it away, he'd moved upward, ever so slowly and cautiously, till his whole hand was under her short skirt. Cindy was so absorbed in the movie that she didn't seem to notice what he was doing. He'd just touched the lacy fringe of her panties, just approached the moist heat between her legs, when she suddenly squeaked and jerked his hand away. Damn. He wanted so much to touch a real pussy, to find out what it was like. "I'm waiting, Randy," said Miss Lane. "Oh, sorry," he said.
Randy hefted one of the big sacks of dog food and turned to hand it up to Miss Lane. His eyes naturally traveled over her, and then he did a doubletake. He couldn't believe it at first, but a second glance assured him that he hadn't been mistaken. Miss Lane was standing several feet above him on the ladder, and she wasn't wearing any panties.
He almost dropped the dog food. His heart stopped beating, and he felt a strange excited tightness in his young balls and cock. This was just too good to be true. He mustn't foul up this golden opportunity. He struggled to look calm, to pretend he hadn't noticed anything unusual. He raised the bag of dog food to Miss Lane, and as he did so, he had another glance up her skirt. Sure enough, she was bare.
While Dora stowed away the heavy bag, Randy got an eyeful. It was the first time he'd looked between a woman's legs, and he made the most of his chance. As luck would have it, Dora was standing with her legs fairly wide apart, and he could see just about everything. There was the small brown wrinkle of her anus, identical to his own and of no particular interest. Farther on, however, he ran into mysterious unexplored territory- She was so incredibly different from him. No balls, no cock, just a lot of scarlet convoluted flesh. Delicate red folds, lightly fringed with auburn hair, protected the secret places of her body, although Randy thought he could detect a small shadowed hole at her very center. It glistened with moisture and seemed to quake a little. That must be her "cunt"-or so the older boys referred to it. Randy knew that this was where a guy was supposed to put his cock. He imagined thrusting himself into that tiny wet sheath, and the idea excited him sharply. He felt his young prick going stiff and ready in his jeans. Damn it all, it seemed as if he always had a hard-on, which was a real handicap when he had to meet the public. He wished he could get his mind on other things, but it was impossible with Miss Lane standing right above him, her whole naked pussy displayed to his eager eyes.
"I'm ready for the next bag, Randy," she said.
"Uh?" he said, startled. "Oh, yeah, sorry."
He hefted another bag of dog food, and he found his hands sweaty and trembling. Man, oh, man, he wished he had a hundred bags of the stuff to hand to her, so he could prolong this wicked and exciting moment. Miss Lane seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening. She didn't seem to notice that he kept gawking up her skirt. He looked and looked at the hairfringed scarlet flesh of her pussy, and he wished desperately that he could touch her there.
Unknown to Randy, Dora Lane was just as excited as he was. She saw that he'd taken the bait, that he'd noticed her lack of panties, and that he couldn't keep his wide blue eyes off her snatch. His feverish gaze seemed to burn into her flesh, and she felt more stinging pussy juice trickling down her legs. She spread her thighs a little more, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy's mouth drop open in wonder. He was getting a good look, all right, and he was very interested. She wondered just how interested he was. . . .
"Another bag, please, Randy," she said mercilessly.
He gave a loud sigh and tore his eyes away from the spectacle under her skirt. As he handed the bag up to her, she saw that he was red with horniness. Dora had the same problem herself. She was so hot and sweaty and shaky with lust that she could hardly keep her balance on the ladder. Somehow she and Randy managed to store all the dog food, and then she reluctantly climbed down, wondering where she could go from here. She desperately wanted to keep the boy with her, to continue her wicked and exciting game, but she didn't know what else to do to interest him. Fortunately for Dora, an unforeseen accident solved her problem. As she stepped down from the ladder, the hem or her skirt caught on a rough spot, raising the garment right up to her waist. She stood there before the gawking boy, her whole lower belly revealed, and she blushed furiously. She certainly hadn't meant to be so blatant.
"Oh, dear," she said wonderingly. Randy stared at her pale belly, her prettily rounded hips, and the orange puff of her mons fur.
He felt his cock twitching with eagerness in his jeans, his balls going tight and plump. Miss Lane turned deep red and snatched at her skirt, quickly covering herself up. "Oh, dear," she said again.
Randy noticed that she was gawking at his crotch. He looked at it, too, and saw to his mortification that his fly was grotesquely tented in an obvious erection. Oh, shit, she couldn't miss that. He blushed just as hard as she did.
"Why, Randy," she said reprovingly, "I'm amazed. Really, that's quite indecent."
He tried to bull his way out of it. "What is, Miss Lane?" he said innocently.
"Why-why-THAT," she said, pointing accusingly at the fat little bulge of his crotch. "That shows where your mind is, young man."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Lane," he said desperately.
She stalked toward him. "Don't lie to me, Randy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You may not be an adult, but you're not a child any more, either."
Dora's heart pounded. Her words were harsh, but inside she felt wild excitement. Randy's helpless hard-on had given her an opportunity she hadn't expected. Suddenly she wanted to look at him, touch him. She knew now that the boy was capable of sexual feeling, even at the tender age of fourteen. Was he capable of performing, too? She just had to know.
She seized the tab of his zipper, pulled it down smartly, and Randy's young penis popped right out, relieved of its tight confinement. For a very long moment Dora and Randy just stared at it. His half-grown organ wasn't adult size yet, but it was getting there. A good five inches long, it was slender but very stiff, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His pubic hair was sparse, his young pink testicles almost naked, and this appealed to Dora very much. He looked pure, virginal, and delicious to her. She remembered Henry, her only lover, and how hairy he'd been. Randy seemed much nicer, more tempting to touch. He wasn't circumcised, and his small cock ended in a cute pale wrinkled point. Dora felt saliva pooling in her mouth as she thought of kissing that adorable little prick of his, tasting it, running her hungry tongue over it. .. .
"That's what I mean, young man," she said sternly as they both contemplated his undeniably hard penis. "You looked up my skirt, and THIS is what happened!"
Randy found it pretty hard to deny. How else could he account for his cock standing right up like an accusing finger? He swallowed hard, turned red, and took refuge in silence. Jesus, he hoped Miss Lane wouldn't complain to his boss. He prayed she'd just let him go with a reprimand. . . . But she didn't. Instead she suddenly seized his hot stiff young peter in her thin sweaty hand: Randy gasped as she curled her fingers around it. Man, that felt nice. . . .
"What do you have to say about this, young man?" she said. "Just what is the meaning of this?" It was all she could do to keep her voice harsh. Her palm seemed to burn from contact with his smooth little organ. The skin was deliciously silky and soft, but Randy's prick was hard and throbbing as she held it. Eager juices flowed steadily from her aroused pussy as she felt the half-grown tool twitching in her hand. It had been so long, twenty years in fact, since she'd touched a cock.
"Please, Miss Lane," Randy said miserably, "I just couldn't help it. It's not always something a guy can control."
"Indeed?" Dora said sternly. "I find that hard to believe. I think you had wicked thoughts when my skirt caught on the ladder."
"Oh, no, ma'am," Randy said hastily, "it happened long before that." Then he blushed. Dummy, he'd given the whole thing away.
"Just what do you mean?" Dora said. She gave his rampant little cock a stern tug, and she trembled as she felt his juices wetting her palm. Oh, God, she just had to keep on talking to him, keep his adorable little prick in her grasp. "You'd better explain, Randy, or I'm going to be very angry."
There seemed to be no way out of it. He certainly didn't want to make her any more upset than she was. "Well, ma'am," he said, blushing, "the fact is, when you were on the ladder, I could see up your skirt. That's when it happened."
Dora blushed, too, but with excitement, not embarrassment. It thrilled her to think of the boy gawking at her exposed slit. "What did you see when you looked up my skirt?" she said.
Randy turned even redder, if that was possible. "I, uh, I-" he stammered.
"Tell me," Dora said, "Or else."
"I, uh, saw your pussy," he said at last.
"I see." Dora's voice was cold, but inside she seethed with lust. The boy had seen everything, all her private places, and he'd gotten a hard-on for her. Maybe she wasn't over the hill after all. She just wondered how much he was capable of, what he could do to help satisfy her terrible lust. "Well,
Randy," she said, not letting go of his fat, hard little peter, "that was very naughty of you, but I suppose you're no more naughty than the next boy. How old are you, anyhow?"
"Fourteen, Miss Lane," he said, his voice squeaking.
Dora shook her head. "Only fourteen. And yet you're capable of-of this." They both looked down at his fierce erection, Randy with embarrassment and Dora with ill-concealed hunger. "Have you actually done it with a girl yet, Randy?" she said.
"Oh no, Ma'am," he said. "Not that."
He was only fourteen and a virgin. She really had no business enticing him like this. She was acting like a dirty old woman. If he'd been just a little older, if he'd had a few girls already, she wouldn't have felt so guilty about it-but she was too old, too much a lady to corrupt his innocence. Yet she found she couldn't bear to let go of his prick. It snuggled hotly in her hand, and she couldn't resist the urge to pet and stroke it. She licked her lips and moaned softly, and in spite of her better judgment, she began to run her fist up and down the silky length of his shaft. Randy shivered with sudden pleasure. It felt really nice to have Miss Lane pet his cock. No girl had done that to him before. He glanced quickly at her and found her face still stern and accusing. It didn't seem like she was enjoying herself, so what the hell was she doing it for?
"Wicked."
"WTicked," she said, "naughty." There was an odd glazed look in her eyes, as if she didn't even see him. Her hand worked steadily up and down the throbbing length of his meat, and her whole slender body was starting to flush a mottled pink as she grew more and more aroused. She didn't even hear her own babbling words. "You're a very bad boy, Randy," she said, tightening her grip on his rigid little cock. She told herself it was wrong, that she should leave the boy alone, but she just couldn't release him. She need a man so badly....
Randy didn't know whether to escape or submit. It felt wonderful to have his horny cock pumped in her smooth busy hand, and he was aching for release, but there was something very strange about Miss Lane's behavior. She acted as if she were in some kind of trance. She was staring straight ahead, babbling to herself, and her hand kept moving faster and faster up and down his cock. He'd known Miss Lane for a couple of years now, and she'd always been cool and distant, never like this. Randy finally decided that no matter how good it felt, he'd better split. Miss Lane was out of ber skull, doing a thing like this. Dr. McDonald might walk in at any moment.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He was about to pull away from her, when he felt a sudden excited clenching sensation in his balls, a sure sign that he was about to cum. "Miss Lane," he said, "look out.
I-"
He got no farther. He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully as he felt his cum rushing out. Dora gasped as her hand was flooded with the stuff, and she dropped his cock like a hot potato. Randy went on squirting, hitting her right in the face. For a moment she looked shocked and angry-and then, with an ecstatic smile, she began licking her lips.
Chapter Three
Randy's cum tasted delicious to her, and she lost :rack of time while she slowly and lingeringly lapped it from her lips. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the blushing delivery boy zipping up his pants.
"I gotta run, Miss Lane," he said weakly. "I got my route to do."
"Oh, of course, Randy," she said" vaguely.
He left her standing there in the storeroom and hurried out the back to his bicycle. Christ, that had been a weird scene. He wondered exactly what Miss Lane had had in mind, whether she'd really meant to jerk him off. She sure was acting funny today, not at all like her ordinary prim sour self. Well, he was used to strange behavior-he encountered it all the time on his delivery - route-but he'd never had an experience quite like this. As he pedaled off, he began to grin. Whatever her motives, it sure had felt great when she jacked him off. Maybe he could get her to do it again sometime. Right now, however, he had to get his mind on business. He had plenty of other customers to visit.
Randy returned to the store and picked up a bag of goceries for Mrs. 'Angela Tate, a middle-aged widow. He always liked to go to Mrs. Tate's house because she was so rich. The house itself was fantastic, a regular rriansion, and Mrs, Tate always gave him a generous tip. As he rode in from the -alley, he could see her watching for him at the kitchen window. When he walked in the back door, though, he got a surprise.
Ordinarily Mrs. Tate was fully dressed when he made his deliveries, and usually she had the maid pay him. Today, however, she was waiting alone for him, and she was wearing a filmy pink negligee that hid not a single detail of her opulent body. Randy found himself gawking.
"Hello, Randy," she said in a husky voice. "Uh, hello, Mrs. Tate," he managed to say. Jesus Christ, maybe she didn't realise it, but he could see right through her dress.
Angela Tate was perfectly well aware that the blushing delivery boy could see through her clothing. She'd dressed that way on purpose. She had been a widow for some years now, but she'd been too busy with her various social activities to give much thought to sex. It was only lately, with her forty-fifth birthday, that she began to experience a longing too strong to ignore. She had thought of taking a lover, but she decided that it would be too much of a bother. She only wanted to screw, not to carry on conversations and keep up a front of politeness. Mrs. Tate, a very cool and practical woman, had simply begun to masturbate. Unlike Dora Lane, she felt absolutely no guilt or shame about it. The only trouble was, it got boring sometimes, doing it all alone. Once in a while, like today, she wanted a little variety. She remembered that Randy the delivery boy was coming, and she got an idea. She gave the maid the morning off, then dressed in her most revealing negligee. Perhaps the boy wasn't old enough to appreciate it, but if so, she could always try the milkman. Now she saw that Randy was plenty old enough to appreciate the spectacle of her barely clothed body. The kid couldn't take his eyes off her.
Randy had never thought of Angela Tate as attractive before. To him she was just a fat old lady who had lots of money. He was starting to change his mind, however. Her ash blonde hair was neatly done, her makeup skillfully applied, and she smelled pleasantly of some expensive perfume. All that was very nice, much more attractive than poor Miss Lane who didn't know how to look feminine at all. Mrs. Tate certainly wasn't young any more, but she made the most of what she had. Randy couldn't deny that she was plump, either, but somehow it seemed enticing to him. Through the thin pink material of her negligee he could see that her skin was very white and creamy and smooth. Her breasts were very large and long, ending in large brown nipples. It was the first time he'd seen a grown woman's tits, and he ached to get his hands on them. Farther down, between her plump swelling hips, he saw a large black triangle of mons fur, much larger than Miss Lane's. All in all, he had the exciting impression of soft, warm, cushiony flesh. Again he wondered if Mrs. Tate was aware of how much he could see.
"That grocery bag must be heavy, Randy," she said cooly.
"Huh? Oh, yes, ma'am," said Randy, hurrying to set the bag on the table.
"One moment, please," said Angela, "and I'll get your tip."
Shit, thought Randy. That was it, end of adventure. He'd hoped to be able to stare at her lush plump body a while longer, but Angela was her usual crisp efficient self, getting right down to business. She returned to the room in a moment, a few bills in her hand. "Here you are," she said. "I hope that's enough."
"Oh, yes, ma'am, thank you," said Randy taking the money gratefully. It was five dollars, her usual tip, a real bonus for him. Most of his customers gave a quarter, if anything, because they weren't rich like Mrs. Tate. Five dollars seemed like nothing to her. Randy stuffed the money in his jeans and headed for the door.
"Wait a minute, Randy," said Angela Tate. "How would you like more money?"
He turned back to her, puzzled. "More? But you've given me more than enough already, Mrs. Tate. I don't understand." He couldn't read her expression-it was cool and self-possessed, as always.
"This money wouldn't be for delivering groceries, Randy," she said. "It would be for another job. This job wouldn't require much effort, and the work might be quite pleasant for you. Can you spare an hour?"
Randy thought quickly. He really wanted to finish his route and get home, to play with his friends, but on the other hand he always wanted extra spending money. "An hour?" he said. "Well, yeah, I guess. I could do it on my lunch hour. It's just about time."
"Fine," said Angela. Her voice was a husky purr. "Come with me, please."
Randy followed her out of the kitchen, watching her big white buttocks bounce and quiver under the filmy material of her negligee. He felt his balls stirring with excitement again, even though it had been less than half an hour since Miss Lane jerked him off. Damn it, it seemed like he was always horny. He sternly told himself to cut it out. It would be just too embarrassing to get a hard-on in front of Mrs. Tate. He might even lose out on this new job.
"Just what kind of work is it, Ma'am?" he said, trying to distract himself from his growing horniness.
"You'll see, dear, in just a moment," Angela replied without turning around. She started up the broad main staircase, and Randy followed, still gawking at her big white ass. He supposed she wanted him to move some furniture for her.
Women were always wanting him to do that, except that very few of them paid him. He didn't really care what the job was, as long as he got some money, and he knew that Mrs. Tate would be generous.
She walked into the master bedroom, and Randy followed. He'd never been upstairs in the Tate mansion before, and he was very much impressed with the room. It seemed huge-as big as his whole house-and was lushly carpeted in something that felt like velvet under his feet. There were heavy draperies, ornately carved pieces of furniture, and in the middle of the far wall was the largest bed Randy had ever seen. It was bigger than king size, even, with massive posters and canopy and a real fur spread. Mrs. Tate walked over to the bed and stood beside it. She gave Randy a slight smile, which was the height of warmth and cordiality for her.
"Now, Randy, dear," she said, "let me explain about this job. I will pay you twenty dollars for an hour's work, and all you have to do is follow my instructions, do exactly as I say. There's no effort involved, just the ability to follow orders. Also, you are to tell no one about this job. Is that all understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Randy, "but I still don't understand quite what you want me to do."
"You will," said Angela. She reached into a dresser drawer, took out a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to the boy. "Now, Randy, are you sure you want to do this job, no matter what I ask?"
"I guess so," said Randy, gratefully tucking away the money. "You sure paid me enough."
"Very well," said Angela. 'Take off your clothes."
Randy stared at her. After a very long moment, he said, "What?"
She frowned. "Randy, you're not stupid. You can hear. I said take off your clothes. That's part of the job."
Randy swallowed hard and turned beet red. "Yes, ma'am," he said. He wondered what the heU she had in mind. Maybe the work involved getting wet or dirty, and she didn't want him to wreck his clothes. Whatever it was, he felt pretty embarrassed getting undressed in front of her. He hadn't even undressed in front of his mother for years now. He avoided her gaze and kept blushing hotly as he removed his shoes, jeans, and T-shirt.
Angela eyed him intently. For such a young boy, he was very nicely put together, hard and muscular, beginning to look like a man. She glanced appreciatively at his young penis, which flopped between his slim thighs. Yes, he looked very nice, and he would do just fine. When he was naked, she turned back the covers of the enormous bed and beckoned in that direction. "Get in," she said.
Randy thought he would faint. This was his second weird episode of the day, and it was even more strange and kinky than the business with Miss Lane. It was too late in the year for spring fever, so he really couldn't account for this odd craziness among his middle-aged female customers. He obediently crossed the room, his half-grown cock wagging limply, his young pink balls flopping, and crawled into the big bed. The sheets were satin, and he almost purred with sensual pleasure as the slick material caressed his skin. He sat there in bed and waited, dying of curiosity. What in the world could this fat rich woman have in mind?
Angela nodded approvingly at his silent obedience. The boy wasn't dumb. She deftly flipped the belt of her negligee, and the garment fell open, wafting to her ankles in a filmy cloud of pink. While Randy gawked, she stepped out of it and kicked it away, leaving it for the maid to pick up. Women like Angela Tate couldn't be bothered with such menial tasks. She approached the bed from the other side and crawled in beside Randy. After a moment's thought, she pushed back the heavy fur spread and the satin sheets so that both their naked bodies were fully uncovered.
Randy couldn't believe his good fortune. Already today he'd had an unhurried view up a grown woman's skirt, and now he was seeing a whole naked female body. He stared and stared. He was fascinated with the lush black forest of her mons, but even more excited by her long heavy tits. He wished very much that he could touch her.
"Have you ever made love before, Randy?'" she asked.
That humiliating question again, damn it. "No, ma'am," he said, turning red.
"Good," said Angela.
This was exactly what she wanted, a boy who was eager but inexperienced. An experienced boy would want to fuck her, and Angela Tate did not wish to fuck. She had never liked doing it, not even with her hsuband. Her body was clean and perfumed and massaged, neatly kept, and she wanted it to remain that way, not to be defiled and mussed by some sweaty male body. Randy wouldn't know how to ball her even if he wanted to. He was perfect.
"Very well, Randy," she said. "Just do exactly as I say. There'll be no need for you to talk."
He nodded, his heart pounding. He wondered if he was going to lose his virginity at last. He certainly hoped so. Mrs. Tate wasn't exactly his dream girl-she was too old and fat for that-but she would do just fine. He'd love to be able to tell his friends that he'd actually balled a woman. Again he felt his young cock growing hard. Angela watched it twitching and rising, but she didn't seem very interested. Instead she lay down on her back, and her great long tits sloped heavily onto her chest, the large nipples regarding him like two lazy brown eyes.
"I want you to play with my breasts, Randy," she said. "Do it gently and slowly. Never be rough with a woman's breasts."
"Yes, Ma'am," Randy said happily, his voice coming out in a horny squeak. It seemed like a dream. He prayed he wouldn't wake up. He'd fondled a few tits in his time, but only the tiny budding breasts of girls his own age. In his horny fantasies he fondled great fistfuls of hot flesh, huge quivering mountains-tits just like Mrs. Tate's. He could hardly wait to get his hands on those gigantic boobs. He crawled over next to her and placed his hands on her huge breasts. Instantly his cock shot into rigid full erection. It was even better, more exciting, than he'd dreamed. Her tits overflowed his hands, quivering and pulsing and hot. The flesh was wonderfully silky and smooth. He sighed happily and began to run his hands over the big shaking globes, being careful not to be too rough. Each of her boobs seemed bigger than his head, and he estimated that they must weigh several pounds apiece.
Angela purred softly and closed her eyes. "Yes, Randy," she said, "Just like that. Gently. That's very nice."
Randy caressed and rubbed and gently squeezed her gigantic jugs, growning hornier by the second. He noticed that when his palms grazed her big brown nipples, the flesh grew bumpy and rigid, going into erection just like his peter. The nipples seemed very sensitive, and every time he touched them, she sighed and wriggled with pleasure.
At last she said huskily, "Kiss my breasts, Randy. Use your tongue."
That seemed kind of kinky to him, but he obeyed instantly. After all, she'd paid him twenty dollars', and the work was lots of fun. He had nothing to kick about. He bent low over her hot plump body and began kissing her fat long boobs. He felt the huge globes stiffening and swelling under his busy lips. He followed his instincts, and when he came to one of her nipples, he stuck out his tongue and licked it teasingly. Mrs. Tate moaned with delight and wriggled in hot excitement.
"Oh, yes," she said, "yesss. ..." He tongued the first nipple until it was rigid, then did the same with the other. Glancing downward, he saw that Mrs. Tate was letting her plump pale legs fall open wider and wider as he worked on her, and then he noticed a little puddle of liquid between her legs. He wondered if she had wet herself in her excitement, not understanding that a woman's pussy gives off lubricating juices just like a man's cock. She was moaning steadily now, and her fat body was flushed scarlet with need. She kept her eyes closed, but she was grinning with pleasure as he sucked her big tits.
"Oh, that's nice," she said, "so nice. . . ."
When both her nipples were rigidly erect and her big breasts swollen with arousal, she suddenly grabbed his hand and moved it quickly down to the tightly curled forest of her mons fur. Randy watched in wonder as she guided him. He let his hand go limp, so she could show him what she wanted, and Angela took his index finger and moved it slowly through the tickling black curls, between the fleshy burning lips of her mons. She let her legs fall wide open, and Randy saw, between the hairy lips, a tiny red bud of flesh. He had no idea what it was for. Maybe women used it to pee, he didn't know. Mrs. Tate placed his fingertip on the little nub, and it felt very hot and slick.
"Rub me there gently," she said. "Play with my clit."
Her clit. Randy stored the name away. She let go of his hand, and he began to rub his finger back and forth over the tiny shaft. Mrs. Tate loved it. It seemed far more sensitive than her breasts. She-squealed and moaned and grinned insanely as he played with her there, and Randy felt Iter slit becoming rapidly wet and puffy. Naturally he used the opportunity to get a good close look at all her mysterious female parts, and while the general layout looked just like Miss Lane's pussy, he saw that Mrs. Tate's features were fatter, pinker, and more lush. She had the same dark little hole at her very center, and thick juice was running steadily from it, accounting for the wet pool on the sheets beneath her. The puffy pink folds of her labia were fringed with thick black hair, a veritable forest, in contrast to Miss Lane's wispy auburn fringe. Randy steadily stroked her tiny red clit, and before long the palm of his hand was dripping with her juices.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "that feels so good. Kiss it now, Randy use your tongue on it."
Again he thought it was kind of a kinky idea, but he obeyed. She was paying for it, and he intended to do a good job. He bent down, stuck out his tongue, and placed the wet tip on her quivering little bud. Mrs. Tate squealed shrilly and drew her plump white legs up to her chest, opening herself fully to. him. This gave Randy a much better view between her legs. The dark hole of her vagina was now fully exposed and seemed much larger, gasping and quaking and gushing its juices. He couldn't resist exploring it. He kept licking her throbbing hot clit with quick stiff motions of his tongue, and at the same time he inserted a finger in her vagina. To his astonishment, he had no trouble at all in penetrating her. His finger popped right in, clear to the last knuckle, and he felt it enveloped in burning wetness, a nipping muscular sheath. If this was her cunt, if this was where his cock was supposed to go, it would feel really great. Again he prayed that this was her ultimate goal, that he was going to get laid at last.
"Take your finger out of my cunt, Randy," she said crisply. "I didn't ask you to do that."
Reluctantly the boy obeyed. He applied his tongue to her twitching clitoris and licked it swiftly, almost roughly. She howled with delight, and great floods of pussy juice burst from her cunt to wet his chin. Randy jammed his mouth onto the wet hot shaft of flesh and began to suck it, correctly guessing that she wanted more friction. He felt the tiny clit go stiff and erect in his mouth.
Randy sucked harder and harder, tasting her salty juices, almost drowning in her gushing pussy cream. Her thick mons hair tickled his nose, and her fat body began to buck and writhe violently. Again he stored away information for future use-a woman's clit seemed to be the key to her response, a highly sensitive spot that could move her to convulsions of pleasure. Angela Tate's calm dignity was completely gone now. She wailed and moaned and gasped like a wild woman, throwing her plump paie legs high in the air. Randy felt powerful and virile because he was able to do this to her. He might be only fourteen, but this rich older woman was in his power, the willing slave of his busy tongue.
This seemed to be the moment for his own fulfillment. She wasn't likely to get any hotter than she was now. She seemed oblivious to everything around her, her eyes tightly shut, her gushing steamy pussy wide open to him. Randy's young cock was hard as a rock and aching with need. He decided to take a chance. He glanced at the wide dark hole of her vaginal mouth, marking the spot in his memory, and then he quickly leaped on top of her shaking writhing body, jamming his hard little prick against the mushy tissues of her vulva. If he could just get it in. ...
"Randy, stop that," she said angrily. "I told you to obey orders. Get off me."
Quivering with frustration, Randy obeyed. He felt angry and cheated. Damn it all, wasn't he supposed to have any fun? Was all the pleasure for her? It seemed unfair for her to get him so aroused and then not do anything about it. At least Miss Lane had jacked him off.
Angela replied to his silent thoughts. "I'm paying you, Randy," she said coolly. "That's what you get out of it. If that's not enough for you, we'll stop."
Miserably he shook his head. He needed that twenty dollars. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Tate," he said. "What do you want me to do now?"
"Just what you were doing," she said. "And don't stop until I tell you to."
"Yes, ma'am," said Randy.
He bent and started licking her clit again, and it didn't take her long to resume her enjoyment.
"Yes," she cooed, ''yes, yesss.... That's nice, dear. Now start sucking me again, like you did before.,,
Randy obeyed. He planted his lips around her stiff little clit and sucked it steadily, hotly, bathing it with his saliva. He felt her fat pelvis slowly rising beneath him as her body arched in excitement, almost lifting him off the bed. Again her pussy grew hot, puffy, and wet. She wailed and whimpered, her plump body quivering and shaking. Randy could tell easily enough that she was horny, but what he didn't know was that women could cum, just like men. It was a great surprise to him when she suddenly screamed with pleasure and her plevis began jerking in powerful spasms of climax, nearly throwing him off the bed. Only with the greatest effort did he keep his frantically sucking mouth on her clit.
"Oooooo," she screeched, "aaahhh, AAAGGGHHH!"
Randy finally had to surface before he smothered in her juices. He sat up and saw that Mrs. Tate was lying on her back panting and grinning. She seemed very happy with what had happened. The pool on the sheets was even wider now, and her scarlet sKt was glistening with wetness. At last she opened her eyes and regarded him a bit dizzily, as if she'd forgotten his existence.
"You may go now," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he said gloomily. He'd so hoped that she'd at least jerk him off. He had a helluva time getting his jeans on over his erection. Mrs. Tate said nothing more and seemed impatient for him to leave. As he opened the bedroom door, he was almost knocked down by a flying bundle of fur. A small dog raced past him and jumped onto the bed.
"Charles," said Angela. "Hello, sweetums." The little dog, some kind of silky-haired miniature breed, buried its nose between Angela's legs, and she gave a little gurgle of excitement. Randy would have liked to watch, but he was already late for work. He hurried downstairs, out the door, and found his bike. Damn, he would have loved to stop in an alley and jack off. His cock was so hard, he could scarcely pedal. However, he had several more deliveries to make before his day's work was finished.
Women, he thought. They're nuts. If they were so horny-like Miss Lane and Mrs. Tate-why did they want to play games? Why didn't they just go to bed with a guy and get it over with? He wondered if he would ever understand.
Chapter Four
When Randy left the storeroom, Dora Lane burst into tears. Never in her life had she done anything so wicked, never had she been so ashamed of herself. She wanted to be a lady, a decent and modest woman. What in the world had possessed her to display her naked pussy to a mere boy, then to play with his penis and make him cum?
She knew the answer, of course. It was that terrible lust, her unending horniness, that had made her do it. Somehow she had to develop better control of herself. She shuddered to think of what would have happened if Dr. McDonald had walked in while she played with Randy's cock. She would surely have lost her job, and, worse, she would have lost the doctor's respect and friendship forever. That was more frightening to her than anything else. She knew it was really the doctor she wanted, not Randy, and that the boy was a mere substitute. If she could only have Dr. McDonald, she'd be perfectly content.
There seemed no chance of it, however. She was too modest, and he was too shy. When Dora went home that night, she mournfully but sternly resigned herself to a loveless life and solitary masturbation. From now on, she swore, she would keep her mind on her work, she would never do anything wicked again. When morning came, however, she found herself just as homy as always. She could have wept with frustration. It was the same old story at work-one look at the doctor, and her pussy grew hot and hungry with need, the crotch of her panties soaked with her juices.
She had to do something about it. In her desperate need, Dora decided to take a terrible chance. She just had to know whether the doctor wanted her or not, whether she stood any chance with him at ail. She'd waited ten years io find out, and she couldn't wait airy longer All day she planned and schemed, and then in late afternoon she found her opportunity.
Dr. McDonald was standing in the operating room, getting the table ready for another animal patient. Fie had sent Dora to the supply room, and as she returned, she made her move. "Oh, Doctor," she said, as she entered the operating room, "I'm not sure if these are the things you wanted."
That got his attention. Then, as she approached him, Dora pretended to trip. McDonald leaped forward to break her fall, and to her great joy and excitement, she felt herself falling into his arms. In a lightning flash of fantasy, she envisioned them both rolling to the floor, his lust overcoming him, imagined him brutally stripping off her panties, fucking her in the rough swift way she wanted so badly.
Unknown to Dora, Dr. McDonald had an almost identical fantasy as he broke her fall. His cock went rigid as he thought of landing on top of her, thrusting himself into her, cumming in her tight hot little hole. He almost growled with horniness as she slumped against him. Even through her sensible tailored suit he could feel the rigid bumps of her nipples and the springy softness of her mons. That alerted him to the fact that Dora could probably feel his sudden erection. Blushing, he steadied her and backed off. She was a lady, and he didn't have the courage to attempt a seduction.
Dora could have wept with frustration. For one brief moment she'd been sure he wanted her. She'd heard his breathing quicken, felt something hard against her belly-but then he thrust her away and turned his back on her. She'd been rejected again.
"I'm sure you have the correct supplies, Miss Lane," he said gruffly. "You always do. Bring in that dog, and let's get on with it."
Dora assisted with the operation, barely keeping back her tears. She was sure now that she could expect no love, no help, from the doctor. He appreciated her efficiency and good work, but he would never be her lover-and more than anything in the world, she needed a lover, needed someone to take care of her awful, unending lust. She didn't know what she was going to do about it, until, just before closing time, the doctor said to her, "Oh, Miss Lane, we're running out of birdseed, and we're getting low on milk for the cats. Have the delivery boy come over, will you? What's his name again?"
"Randy," said Dora. "Randy Jones. I'll call him right away, doctor."
Randy. He might be the answer to her problems. She could never love him the way she loved Dr. McDonald, it was ludicrous even to imagine falling in love with a fourteen-year-old boy-but he was male, he had a penis, and that was what she needed most. Recalling yesterday's encounter, remembering the stiff hard-on the boy had gotten when he looked up her skirt, Dora suspected she'd have no trouble at all seducing him. It was an awful thing to do, really, seducing a virginal boy, but on the other hand, she hardly expected Randy to protest. Would she have the nerve to do it? Her hands sweated and trembled as she dialed the phone and put in her order at the grocery.
Twenty minutes later Randy arrived. Dora was waiting for him in the storeroom, her heart pounding. While she waited for him, her courage began to fail her. She was already hideously embarrassed about the way she'd behaved with him yesterday afternoon, and she wondered what the boy must think of her. Probably he thought she was crazy, or that she was a dirty lecherous old woman. She wondered if she could even face him without blushing.
"Hello, Miss Lane," said Randy, staggering under an enormous bag of birdseed. "Do we store this in the usual place?"
Dora breathed a sigh of relief. The boy seemed perfectly calm and normal, as if he'd forgotten yesterday's embarrassing incident. She was quick to play along. "Yes, Randy, we'll put it on the shelves-only it's going to be quite a job lifting a bag that heavy."
"You're telling me," said Randy.
Dora got the ladder in place, steadied herself on the lowest rung, and reached for the bag, which Randy handed to her. She hadn't raised it very far, however, when the weight proved too much for her. With a shriek she fell from the ladder, landing on the bag of birdseed, which burst and spilled its contents all over the storeroom floor.
"Oh, hell's bells," said Dora, bursting into tears.
Randy didn't reply at once. He was noting the fact that in her fall Dora's skirt had gotten hiked up right to her crotch-only today, to his great disappointment, she was wearing panties. He hurried to help her to her feet.
"Oh, dear, what'll I do?" Dora said miserably. "What a mess. The doctor will be furious."
"Don't worry, Miss Lane," said Randy. "I think we can get it all up with a broom. Let me help."
Randy welcomed the chance to help Dora clean up the mess, because it prolonged his session with her. After yesterday's events-Miss Lane displaying her naked pussy to him and jacking him off, Mrs. Tate letting him play naked with her in bed-he was ready for more adventures, and he hoped that the older ladies on his route felt the same. So far, however, he'd gotten no signals from Dora. She seemed to be her usual prim, aloof self. He knelt on the floor beside her and helped her sweep up the scattered birdseed and put it back in the bag. He contrived to keep brushing against her. Already he felt his young balls twitching with excitement for-he didn't know what. Just some more fun, some more games like yesterday. If only Miss Lane would respond. . . .
Randy didn't know it, but Miss Lane was responding like crazy. Every time he brushed against her, she felt an electric shock of sensual pleasure. The boy's skin was smooth, warm, and it reminded her of the outrageous but thrilling thing she'd done yesterday, taking out his naked little prick and playing with it. She wanted very much to do that again, but her inhibitions and fears held her back. What if Randy didn't want her to do it? What if Dr. McDonald walked in and caught them? She had held her desires in check so long, she didn't know how to unleash them.
Fortunately, Randy had no inhibitions at all. In his total ignorance and inexperience, he thought only of pleasure, not about what the rest of the world might think. He recalled now how much Mrs. Tate had enjoyed it when he played with that little button of flesh she called her "clit", and he wondered if the same thing would work with Miss Lane. He awaited an opportunity, and presently it came. Dora was on her hands and knees, her slender buttocks towards him, and Randy, gathering his courage, quickly slid his hand between her legs, wriggled his fingers under the crotch of her panties, and tickled her moist slit. He had a little trouble rinding her clitoris, because it wasn't as large and prominent as Mrs. Tate's, but when he had the wriggling little shaft of flesh between his fingers, he began to knead and mold it gently, just the way Mrs. Tate had like it. Of course there was every chance that Miss Lane didn't go for that and that she'd turn around and slap him, but he felt it was worth the risk. If he could just get her homy,' make her want to play with him again.... He kept tweaking the fat nub of her clit, praying she'd like it.
For a long moment Dora held absolutely still. At first she was shocked at the boy!s nerve and was searching for the right words to scold him with, but before very many seconds had passed she found herself lapsing into a stupor of pleasure. It had been so long since any man had touched her there, the place she liked to be touched best. Sharp jabs of pleasure ripped through her belly with every touch of Randy's fingers on her highly sensitive clitoris. She felt her cunt suddenly boiling into life, its juices flooding out to wet the boy's probing hand. It felt marvelous, she never wanted it to stop.
"Randy," she said weakly, "that's not nice."
"I don't know why not," said Randy. "It's fun, isn't it?"
A good question. Yes, it was a great deal of fun, more fun than she'd had in twenty years, but that didn't make it right. She was a woman of forty, a decent woman, and here she was on her hands and knees, letting a mere child put his hand inside her panties and play with her genitals. It just wasn't proper. She really ought to make him stop, yet she couldn't bear to have him take his hand away.
"Oh, Randy," she said nervously, "the doctor might come in and see us."
"Then let's go behind that stack of boxes," said Randy.
She hated herself, but she couldn't say no. The boy had gotten her so aroused already, she just couldn't bear for his delicious finger play to stop. Feverishly, shaking with need, Dora crawled behind a tall stack of boxes. Blushing, she slipped off her panties. Randy grinned and came after her. It had been much easier than he'd expected, getting Miss Lane horny. He wondered just how far she'd go. Would he be able to lose his virginity at last? He watched eagerly as the blushing spinster pulled her skirt up to her waist, uncovering her dainty little patch of reddish mons fur. He practically dived into it, in his eagerness to get back to her. Dora gasped as the boy buried his face in her fragrant fur, and then she moaned with hoarse delight when she felt the stiff tip of his tongue on her raw clit. Where in the world had he learned to do such a naughty, delicious thing? She wondered, but right now it didn't matter too much. The point was the pleasure he gave her, the incredible pleasure. . , .
Dora sank down onto the floor, limp and yielding. She knew that it was terribly wrong to permit Randy to iick her clit, but she didn't care. She had to have it. Her slim legs fell wide open, and her whole scarlet slit became puffy and wet with arousal. Oh, God, how she needed this. . . .
She whimpered and moaned without restraint as Randy's wet tongue circled and caressed her fat throbbing clit.
In his eagerness to get at her, Randy had fallen down on his side with his feet towards her face. He remained in this reversed position, his chin rubbing in her soft mons patch, his tongue busy on her clit, his nose rubbing her puffed responsive pink labia. He could feel and see how aroused she was getting-her genital tissues swelling up, her cream pouring out to moisten his face. If that wasn't proof enough, there was her steady shrill cries to tell him that she loved what he was doing. As with Mrs. Tate, he felt a great sense of power. He also felt enormously horny. Unknown to him, his young cock was swelling right before Dora's feverish eyes.
His crotch was only inches away from her hot gaze, and as she stared at it, she saw an unmistakable tight bulge appearing in the boy's jeans. He wanted her, all right-she could see the growing proof. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she watched the swelling of his testicles and the slow but steady fattening and hardening of his penis. She knew she wasn't going to be able to keep her hands off it, so she cheerfully let herself go, reaching out to unzip his fly and liberate his swelling young cock. It popped out at her almost violently, the wrinkled foreskin already drawn back a little to reveal a cherry red glans that oozed pearly drops of fluid. Dora looked at it adoringly. The tiny dark hole of the glans was like an eye staring straight at her. With a homy moan she reached out and began to caress his cock.
Randy shivered with delight as she touched him. His dangerous gamble had worked, he'd gotten Miss Lane to play with his cock again. Yesterday he'd merely thought she was crazy, because all the time she was jacking him off, she'd had that grim look of disapproval. Today he knew better. She was horny, as horny as Mrs. Tate. Her hand gripped his swelling prick hungrily, exploring every inch of it. It felt great. He just hoped the doctor wouldn't walk in and cut their fun short. Randy slid his tongue off her erect burning clit and moved it teasingly through her puffed pink labial folds. Dora writhed with delight.
"Oh, Randy," she whimpered, "that feels so nice. ..."
Feverishly she tugged the boy's jeans down over his tight buttocks so that his whole pelvis was revealed to her. She saw the whole pale length of his immature cock, the bright pink globes of his swollen balls. He was almost hairless, and that appealed to her. Farther back she saw the small light brown pucker of his anus, and even that seemed pure and inviting to her. She wanted to touch him, taste him, all over. She was starved for a male body, starved for touching. Already under his brief and clumsy licking, her pussy had grown red hot, and she was out of her mind with lust. She knew she'd do any crazy thing her instincts suggested. What her instincts suggested right now was that it wasn't enough just to touch him, to run her hand up and down his rigid little dick. Already she wanted more.
Panting, Dora inched closer to the boy, till her nose brushed the sticky tip of his penis. He smelled delicious to her. She seized the pale wrinkled foreskin of his cock and began gently tugging it back, uncovering every bit of the pretty bright red glans. Randy squirmed and sighed. She stared at the glistening cherry-colored flesh, and then her instincts took over again, and she found herself kissing his cock, kissing every bit of it and moving on to his firm throbbing balls. Randy gasped with pleasure as he felt her lips on his testicles, felt her moist breath on his anus. He hadn't realized that even his asshole was a source of erotic pleasure. Everything she did felt great. He had never been so hard in his young life.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he panted, "that feels wonderful. Keep doing it, please. Lick me, like I'm licking you."
Dora blushed beet red. It didn't ssem right to use her tongue on a man's genitals. Yet Randy had a point. He was unselfishly licking her pussy, and it felt fantastic. The least she could do was return the favor. Overcoming her repugnance, Dora stuck out her tongue and placed it on the very tip of his twitching cock. A light salty flavor stung her taste buds, and she found that she liked it very much. She looked down at the pearly droplets of juice leaking from his glans, and then she hungrily lapped them all up. The boy squealed with delight. His excitement added to her own, and she began to run her wet rough tongue swiftly up and down the length of his hard little shaft, down, down, until she was tonguing and tasting his floppy pink balls.
She jammed her face between his legs and ran her tongue all the way back to the bumpy brown mouth of his anus.. Even that tasted good to her as she circled the clenched rim with the wet tip of her tongue, and there was no doubt that Randy enjoyed it, too He squealed and panted with pleasure as she rimmed him, and lubricating juices poured hot and heavy from his glans hole.
Randy made a valiant attempt to keep eating Miss Lane's pussy, but it was difficult. In the first place, he was distracted by the busy motions of her tongue and the blinding pleasure she was giving him. In the second place, so much steamy juice was flowing from her cunt that he was almost drowning in it. Ar. last, with a blissful sigh, he gave up the struggle and rolled over on his back, submitting himself to her hungry mouth. He'd gotten her horny, and that was what counted. Randy still didn't realize that women could cum, too, and that he was leaving her unfulfilled. He only knew that once a woman vas aroused, she did delicious things to you.
Dora very much regretted the retreat of Randy's tongue from her wet famished pussy, but she was too aroused to protest or to stop what she was doing. She wondered at her own crazy urges. Saliva was flooding her mouth as she licked the boy's asshole, balls, and cock. It seemed as if all her life she'd wanted to eat a man, even though consciously she found the idea wicked and repugnant. She simply couldn't get enough of his taste, h's juices. She licked his floppy little balls till they glistened with her spit, and then she raced her tongue hotly up and down his rigid pale shaft. She wriggled the wet tip of her tongue into his gushing glans hole and swallowed his juices as fast as they came. Still it wasn't enough. She wanted to taste much much more of him. With a famished moan she suddenly sucked his whole cock into her mouth.
For a moment Randy was frightened. What if she should bite him? But he quickly saw that her intentions weren't hostile. She sucked his straining young prick all the way back to her throat, taking him in all the way to the root of his cock, till his swollen balls rubbed her chin. She sucked and tickled and tasted his young meat eagerly but gently. Her tongue, slick palate, and drawn-in cheeks created a delicious tight nest for his cock, hot and wet and velvety. Randy felt like his whole pelvis was on fire with sweet lusty heat. It was the most delicious pleasure he'd ever felt in his young life. She sucked his cock faster and faster, as if she were famished and couldn't get enough of it.
"Oh, jeez, YEAH," he whined. "Suck my cock, Miss Lane, yeah, yeah, suck it! Ohhhhhh!"
Dora could well imagine what a ludicrous spectacle she would present to anyone who might walk in and discover them-a skinny, middle-aged woman with her bare ass in the air, noisily and crazily sucking a young boy's penis. She was beyond caring, however. She knew just what she wanted now. She wanted more of his delicious juices, as much as she could get, and that meant, blowing him, making him cum in her mouth. It was a strange thing-her old lover Henry had asked her to do that to him once, and she had been outraged, telling him it was a filthy and unnatural thing to do. Now, with Randy, she felt nothing of the sort. She was hungry for his meat, eager for the flood of his cum. She sucked him faster and faster, making an obscene slurping noise, her overabundant saliva running down his shaft. The boy wailed with pleasure, and she knew she was very close to her goal.
Randy felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the signal that he was about to shoot his load. For a moment he was frightened. Surely Miss Lane didn't want all that gunk in her mouth? Trying desperately to stave off his climax, he said nervously, "Miss Lane, hey, slow down-I think I'm gonna CUM!"
She never slackened her efforts. She just went on sucking his meat, faster and hotter than ever. There was nothing more Randy could do. He'd warned her, and now he simply couldn't hold back any longer. With a moan of sharp pleasure, he let go, and his young balls clenched violently and released their load. Hot cum shot up the length of his stiff rod and exploded into Dora's mouth, burst after eager burst. He heard her gurgle excitedly, felt "her lapping up every drop of his stuff, rolling it on her tongue, and swallowing it. Shit, she liked it. . . . Randy couldn't figure it out, but he sure wasn't knocking it.
His limp cock was just slipping from her lips when they heard the door open, then Dr. McDonald's voice. "Miss Lane, are you here? Has that order come yet?"
Randy and Dora jerked away from each other and hastily tugged on their clothes. "Yes, Doctor," Dora called out, "we're putting it away now."
Dr. McDonald squinted, but all he could see was a stack of cardboard boxes. The storeroom was getting very crowded. He'd have to clean it up someday. "Very well, Miss Lane," he said. "As soon as you're finished, I want you to type some letters."
Dora sighed. It was going to be hell trying to type when she was so horny. Randy was well taken care of-grinning and strutting like a young rooster-but her pussy was as aching and hungry as ever. Somehow, somewhere, there had to be a solution to her problem.
Chapter Five
A week passed, during which Randy squirmed at his desk in school and daydreamed of another session with Miss Lane. When the weekend came and he returned to his job, however, he was disappointed to find that there were no orders from Dr. McDonald. That wasn't unusual-the doctor ordered his supplies in bulk every few weeks-but it meant that Randy wouldn't be seeing Miss Lane that weekend. He was bitterly disappointed, and his chronic horniness seemed to be worse than usual. He set out on his route gloomily. Damn it, Miss Lane was by no means a sexy woman, but she had given him incredible pleasure, and he'd hoped that this weekend they could go even farther, that he might persuade her to cop his cherry. On the contrary, it looked as if he'd have to go back to frigging himself. The whole thing was a real bummer.
There was a new customer on his list this time, A Mrs. Trudy Martin. Randy went to her address with two bags of groceries and found himself in a pleasant suburban neighborhood of small houses, tree-lined streets, and a host of kids and dogs. Apparently Mrs. Martin had just moved in, because when he knocked at the back door he found a bunch of packing crates piled up for the garbage man. However, Randy wasn't prepared for what he saw when the door opened.
Mrs. Trudy Martin was a knockout.
There was no other way to put it. He'd heard his Dad use that corny old phrase before, but for the first time he saw a woman to whom it could be accurately applied. Randy gawked till he thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Trudy Martin was perhaps in her mid-thirties although she looked younger. She was tall, around five-eight, and Randy's head came just to her chin. She had long gleaming black hair, a classically beautiful face, long shapely legs, and a helluva figure. Most of all she had enormous tits. Great pointed melons, thrusting jugs like Randy had only dreamed of before. She was wearing a skimpy shorts and halter outfit, so he didn't miss a thing. It seemed like her jutting breasts were going to leap out and poke him. Wow, he thought incoherently, oh, wow.
"Yes?" said Trudy. Her voice was low and husky, and when she smiled at him, her perfect white teeth dazzled him. "What can I do for you?"
Randy gazed up into her dark eyes with their heavy black lashes, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out but a horny squeak. He tried again, blushing, and managed to say, "Grocery boy."
"Oh, yes," said Trudy. "Please bring the bags in the kitchen."
Randy did so, although he couldn't see where he was going. He couldn't see anything but Trudy, her saucy twitching butt, her great jiggling tits. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because her nipples poked sharp and enticing under the thin material of her halter. He wondered if she was wearing panties. He tripped and nearly spilled the groceries.
Trudy laughed. "Here, let me help you," she said. She took one of the bags from him, and as she brushed his body, he felt dizzy. She smelled nice. Everything about her was inviting. She set the bag down on the kitchen table, and Randy set his bag down, wondering desperately how he could prolong his stay.
"Are you going to be a regular customer, Mrs. Martin?" he asked.
"I guess so," she said cordially. "I'm usually too lazy to go to the store."
"Well, then, I guess I should introduce myself," he said. "I'm Randy Jones, and I'll be delivering your groceries." He forced himself to look her in the eye-it was very hard not to look her in the tits instead.
"Oh, how do you do, Randy?" she said, smiling in a way that made his head spin. "You can just call me Trudy."
"Okay, Trudy," he said, his voice breaking.
He knew he should leave, but he just stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at the swelling cleavage of her magnificent breasts. The halter was held together at the front with only two buttons and was very low cut. He guessed that her tits were larger even than Mrs. Tate's, which was saying a lot. He would have given anything to see them bare, to touch them. ... He blushed deeply as he looked up and caught her eye. She'd seen exactly where he was looking.
"Some knockers, huh?" she said nonchalantly. "Size forty-two. Don't worry, people stare at them all the time. I'm used to it."
Teasingly she thrust out her chest towards the fascinated boy, and as she did so, one of her buttons popped off. Held together now by only one straining button, the halter was no longer adequate to its task, and one of Trudy's great melon-shaped tits popped out plumply, revealing a pretty little pink nipple. Randy blushed even redder, and Trudy giggled.
"Looks like I'll have to do some sewing," she said, leaning over to pick up the lost button. Randy was on his knees before she could even get to it, picking up the button and handing it to her. He gawked hungrily at her naked breast until she tucked it back in her halter. Randy looked up again and met Trudy's eyes, wondering if he had the ghost of a chance with her. It seemed so unlikely. She was a gorgeous older woman, probably married, and he must seem like just a little kid to her.
Randy was wrong, but Trudy's inscrutable face told him nothing. She studied the handsome young delivery boy, and the wheels of her mind began to turn briskly. Trudy Martin had a problem, a really desperate problem, and Randy might just be the answer. . . .
Trudy was thirty-six years old and to all appearances happily and successfully married. Her husband Willis was a rising executive with a big company, making plenty of money, a faithful and devoted husband. They had two children, a boy and a girl, and they had two cars, a color television, and a brand new house. Trudy had all the gadgets and clothes and spending money she wanted, no worries about the future. The only trouble was, Trudy was colossally bored.
She had married Willis when she was very young, and because she had been a poor girl, she'd leaped at the chance to marry a man with a future. There was no doubt that Willis had a future. He was bright, ambitious, and hard-working, and he took pride in providing Trudy and the children with everything they needed and wanted. Unfortunately Willis' skill at his work was not matched by any skill in the bedroom. Willis was a prig. For the nearly twenty years of their marriage, he'd always fucked Trudy in exactly the same way, every single time they did it-in the missionary position, taking exactly one minute to reach his climax. Then he rolled off and went to sleep. Over the years Trudy had trained herself to cum in less than a minute, but that wasn't much satisfaction. She wanted to cum more than once, wanted to make love in different positions, wanted to have some adventure and excitement. She wanted to be screwed by someone who knew what he was doing and who was willing to experiment. She wanted to do it upside-down, backwards, hanging from the ceiling, and even in the bathtub. Before she got old, she wanted to try sex in some other way than the standard Willis Martin technique. Only Willis said no.
Trudy had discussed the problem with him many times, but his answer was always the same. The man should be on top, and the act should be quick and efficient. Willis regarded sex the same way he regarded his work-as a job to be done as fast and efficiently as possible. Also he'd been raised by strict, religious parents, and he had a sneaking suspicion that sex is naughty. Therefore, he refused to experiment, on the grounds that it wasn't "natural". Lately he'd even refused to discuss the subject.
When he was transferred and they got the new house, Trudy had practically given up trying to change him and was seriously thinking of taking a lover. She didn't want to divorce Willis or to hurt his feelings by being openly unfaithful. She just wanted to get laid. She was hesitant about taking up with another man, because the guy might talk. With a kid like Randy, however, she might have the upper hand. She was an adult, intimidating, and she could be in control of their affair. The good-looking blond delivery boy might just be the answer to her problem.
The fact that Randy was only fourteen didn't bother her in the least. He had a cock, he was turned on by her, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, Trudy figured she'd be doing the kid a favor. As she recalled, all boys that age were perpetually horny and never got any. She might be the answer to Randy's problems, just as he might be the solution to hers. Trudy decided to have a go at it.
The kid was just standing there gawking at her tits, unable to move. It looked promising. "Well, Randy," she said, "if you've got a minute, maybe you'd like some milk and cookies."
He shook shimself back to reality. "Oh, yeah, that'd be swell, Mrs. Martin."
"Trudy," said said, grinning at him.
"Trudy," he said, blushing.
He sat down at the table while Trudy brought him a snack. Randy was chronically hungry, and he ate everything she put before him, but he didn't taste it. Damn it, he knew he was making an ass of himself, but he just couldn't stop staring at her breasts. They were the biggest, firmest, prettiest tits he'd ever seen. Trudy sat opposite him and leaned forward to talk, and when she did so, her left tit began to slide out of her halter again. Randy watched it, fascinated, as it inched up like a swelling moon, getting bigger and plumper, till he could see just the edge of her light pink nipple. Trudy chatted away, pretending not to notice, but she was perfectly well aware of what was happening. She made a small movement, and the whole breast popped out again, quivering slightly as it settled into place on the tablecloth. Randy almost choked on his milk.
"Do you date girls yet, Randy?" she asked. He stared at her for a long moment. His brain didn't seem to be working very well. His cock was working, though. He could feel it swelling up and crowding the crotch of his jeans. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I've taken a few girls out."
"What do you do on your dates?" she asked. "Aw, not much," said Randy. "Have something to eat, maybe see a movie."
"Don't you park and make out?" Trudy asked mischievously.
The boy blushed right to the roots of his hair. "I'm not old enough to drive," he said. "So I don't get much chance to make out."
"Of course, how silly of me," said Trudy. "But sometimes you do?"
"Yeah," said Randy, "a few times the girls' parents haven't been home. Not that it made much difference," he said bitterly. "We'd get to necking on the couch, but they never let me do much."
Trudy smiled sympathetically. "Then you've never gone all the way with a girl?"
"Nope," said Randy. His face was mournful and longing.
"But you want to?" said Trudy.
"Oh, wow, yeah," Randy sighed.
"Well, maybe I can help you out, Randy," she said sweetly. "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
Randy dropped his glass of milk. It spilled all over the table, but neither of them noticed it.
Randy was unable to believe the wonderful thing he'd just heard, and Trudy was feeling sharp excitement in her pussy. If she just played her cards right, and if the boy was willing, they could be in bed in another minute, his hard little cock wriggling inside her. She creamed hotly and violently at the very thought of it.
"What?" Randy said dazedly.
"I said, would you like to go to bed with me?" Trudy said. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Oh, shit, YEAH," said Randy, standing up.
Trudy glanced at his cock and saw that he already had a painful erection. Perfect. There was no time to be wasted. Willis had gone to haul a load of trash to the dump, but he wouldn't stay away forever. She decided to seize this opportunity. She stood up, too, and undid the remaining button on her halter. Randy's blue eyes widened as he watched her lovely big tits slope gently into place on her bare chest. Except for the bright pink nipples, the skin was creamy white with delicate blue veins. He almost came in his jeans just from looking at those gorgeous jugs of hers.
"You can touch them if you want to, Randy," she said huskily.
He hurried over to her-hobbling a little on account of his tight erection- and eagerly began to paw her breasts. Trudy sighed happily. Willis never played with her tits because it was "unnecessary". Randy's sweaty young hands felt very good on her soft sensitive flesh, especially when he grazed her nipples. The little strawberry nubs rose quickly in response to his touch, growning hard and bumpy. To her delight, the boy suddenly bent down and began to suck her left nipple. It felt delicious. The crotch of her shorts went wet and steamy with pussy juice as the delightful sensations buzzed from her tits to her cunt. She was very glad that she'd decided to seduce the boy. He might be a virgin and a little clumsy, but he really showed promise. She could train him into the exact kind of lover she wanted and needed. She had a feeling that he'd be a willing pupil.
"That's very nice, Randy," she said huskily. "Why don't you take off my shorts and panties, too?"
She'd scarcely completed the sentence before he was tugging at the zipper of her shorts, and the next thing she knew, he had them down to her ankles. He tugged her panties right after them, and Trudy stepped out of the skimpy garments and kicked them away. She stood naked before him, more voluptuous and gorgeous than any woman of his fantasies. Almost adoringly, Randy went to his knees and placed his fingers on the tiny black triangle of fur that covered her mons. Gently he pried apart the hairy lips and saw her bright red clit-a really large, erect one, aching to be played with. He touched it with the tip of his finger, massaging it gently, and Trudy gave a hoarse cry of pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she sobbed, "play with it. Touch me there."
That was another place where Willis never touched her, and she'd almost forgotten how great it felt. As a horny adolescent girl she'd played with her clit many times, but she thought it was not fit for a married woman to do that. Ideally, her hsuband ought to take care of all her sexual needs. Trudy suppressed a bitter laugh. Hell, now that she'd rediscovered the joy of being touched, she was going to beat off whenever she felt like it, and she was going to let Randy touch her anywhere he wanted to. To hell with Willis.
By now Randy thought he knew exactly how to arouse a woman, and he didn't waste any time with Trudy. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her long fat red clit, and she howled with delight. Streams of- hot pussy juice ran down her bare legs. It felt wonderful, and she just couldn't wait a minute longer.
"Oh, Randy," she gasped, "let's go into the bedroom and-"
She stopped in mid-sentence as they heard a car door slam. They'd been so preoccupied, they hadn't even heard the car in the alley. "OH, HELL," said Trudy, "it's my husband."
She and Randy stared at each other in horror until Trudy had the sense to point to the open side window. Randy leaped out the window just as Willis walked in the kitchen door. Tall, slender, and bespectacled, he looked like a preoccupied owl-but he wasn't so preoccupied that he didn't notice the fact that his beautiful wife was stark naked.
"Trudy," he said, "what in the world .. . ? The neighbors might see you."
Trudy suppressed a loud sigh of impatience. She was so horny she could have screamed, and all Willis could think of was the neighbors. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Randy pedaling away furiously on his bike. At least that problem was solved. Nothing had been done about her agonizing lust, however.
"Willis," she said, "I want you to come into the bedroom right now and make love to me."
"What?" said Willis.
"You heard me," said Trudy, marching out of the room. "Hurry up."
He stumbled after her, bewildered and a little shocked. "Trudy," he said, "I can't have heard you correctly. It's only afternoon, it's still daylight. Surely you can wait."
"No, I can't," said Trudy, marching into their bedroom and turning back the covers. "There's no law against making love in the afternoon. I want it now, Willis, right NOW!"
"But what if the children walk in?" said Willis.
"Then they'll learn how it's done," said Trudy, climbing onto the bed. "It's about time. Hurry up, Willis, get undressed."
Willis blushed deeply. "Trudy, this isn't like you. It isn't ladylike at all."
"I don't give a flying fuck if it's not ladylike," said Trudy. "I'm horny. I want to make love. Fuck. Ball. Screw. For chrissake, Willis, isn't that clear enough? Do I have to draw you a picture? After all, I do it whenever you want to. Why shouldn't you do it when I want to?"
"Oh, well," said Willis, "I didn't think of it that way. That seems reasonable, I have to admit."
Trudy sighed. He couldn't respond to her frank needs, but he could respond to what seemed "reasonable." Well, at least she'd gotten him off his butt. He took off his clothes and approached the bed. His long thin cock was limp. Impatiently Trudy seized and rubbed it into erection while Willis gawked at her. He didn't think it was "nice" of her to touch his prick, but she wasn't going to sit and wait while he talked himself into a hard-on. Her need was far too desperate. When his long sharp organ was stiff and engorged, she let go of it and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Hurry, Willis, put it in me," she said.
He crawled between her legs and dutifully inserted the fat head of his cock into her mushy steaming hole. He began to saw back and forth in a mechanical fashion as he always did. He hadn't taken off his glasses, and as he picked up speed, they fell askew on his long nose. He never took off his glasses because it was inefficient-he'd just have to put them back on again. It was hardly romantic, but Trudy was willing to settle for anything right now. His stiff meat felt wonderful in her hungry pussy, and she began to whimper happily and jerk her pelvis in time to his strokes. Unfortunately Willis insisted on talking.
"Really, Trudy," he said, "I can't say that I like this. There's a time and place for everything, and this is just too risky. The children might see us. Also, I could be using the time to paint the bathroom or mow the lawn. You really must learn to ..."
"Willis," she snapped, "shut up"
He did, to her surprise. She allowed him to fuck her into a delicious orgasm, but it was only the beginning of what Trudy wanted. She knew she was perfectly capable of cumming many times, if Willis would only hold out. He didn't, though, he never did. With a squeak of pleasure, he shot his load in exactly one minute, leaving her seething with unfulfilled desire. Really, that was the last straw. She was going to make it with Randy the grocery boy the very next time she saw him. She wasn't getting any younger, and now, by God, she would start to live.
Chapter Six
Another week went by, with Randy in school and his various older women patrons yearning for his return to work. Randy was anxious to get back, too, but only one of his lusty customers occupied his mind-Trudy Martin, the gorgeous housewife who'd invited him to bed with her. He gave little thought to Mrs. Tate, the rich widow, or to poor skinny Dora Lane. In fact, though, it was Dora who thought most about him.
Dora had pretty well resigned herself to the idea that Dr. McDonald was never going to notice her, and that if she wanted any relief from her nagging lust, it would have to be Randy-as unsuitable as he was. A mere boy, young enough to be her son, he was nevertheless available and willing. Dora couldn't stand to suffer alone any longer, and so she resolved to seduce Randy at the very next opportunity. Her conscience troubled her. about this decision, her sense of decency and morality was outraged, but she knew she had to have a man. Perhaps Randy couldn't even be called a man, being only fourteen, but at least he was male. Poor Dora didn't care about anything else.
Thus when Randy went to work on Saturday he was keenly disappointed to find no order from Trudy Martin and not very excited to note a very large order from Dr. McDonald's office. Ordinarily he would have been pleased at a chance to visit Dora-no telling what kinky game they might have this time-but everything had changed since he met Trudy. All he could think about, the only woman he wanted, was Trudy. And so he pedaled off to the veterinarian's clinic feeling very sorry for himself. He was so wrapped up in the subject of Trudy that he'd forgotten all about last week's sensual encounter with Miss Lane. Or, rather, he didn't place much value on it. Sure, Miss Lane liked to play with his cock, and then there was Mrs. Tate, who allowed him to explore her body, but for all that, he was still a virgin. It was maddening. The only one who'd promised to have "real" sex with him was Trudy.
When he arrived at the clinic, Miss Lane was waiting for him in the storeroom, nervous and blushing. "Good afternoon, Randy," she said.
"Oh, hi, Miss Lane," he said listlessly. "Should I put this stuff in the usual place?"
"Yes, Randy," she said. "I'll help. Tell me, are you getting near the end of your route for today?"
"Yeah," said the boy, "I only got two more places to go. How come?"
Dora blushed even redder. "Well, Randy," she said very nervously, "I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house. We've known each other for two years now, but we've only met in this office. I thought you might like to come over for a special treat."
Randy wasn't thrilled by the idea. He wanted to get home, and he intended to ride past Trudy's house on his way, to see if her husband was there. If not, he might gather his nerve and stop in. . .. However, Miss Lane was a very old and valued customer, and he wanted to keep her happy, so he said, "Why, sure, Miss Lane, I'd like to very much. What time?"
Dora was trembling as she said, "Around four, Randy, if that's convenient. See you then?"
"You bet," said Randy without much enthusiasm. Damn, now he'd have to spend at least an hour drinking milk and eating cookies and chatting with this old maid, when he could be home playing with his friends-or maybe even, with great luck, balling Trudy. It all sounded pretty boring. He had promised, however, and there was no way out of it. The whole day was turning into a colossal bummer. Why hadn't Trudy left an order for him? She'd seemed so eager last week.
When Randy left, Dora felt so nervous, she could hardly walk to Dr. McDonald's private office to ask for the afternoon off. She wasn't afraid he'd say no-McDonald was a generous employer and often allowed her a few hours off when things weren't too busy. No, she was afraid of herself and the things she had planned for her session with
Randy. She wondered at herself and her crazy schemes. Was she so desperate that she had to resort to seducing a mere child? The answer, obviously, was yes. Dora Lane was so desperate for sexual satisfaction that she contemplated seducing a fourteen-year-old boy and taking his virginity. It had been twenty years since she'd felt a man's cock inside her, and she should have learned to live without it, but, on the contrary, with every passing year it became harder for her to abstain. She could wait no longer.
"Doctor," she said, poking her head into his private room, "I'm feeling a little dizzy. I wonder if I might go home now?"
McDonald looked at her with some concern. "Why, of course, Miss Lane," he said. "Can you make it alone? Should I give you a ride?"
Dora's heart pounded. If only it were the doctor she was taking home, and not Randy. .. . But she knew McDonald was only being polite, that nothing would come of it even if she got him alone in her apartment. Being in love with him was a waste of time. "Oh, no thank you, Doctor," she said wistfully. "I'll be all right. See you on Monday."
"Right," said McDonald. "I hope you feel better by then."
He watched her slim hips and tight little buttocks as she turned and walked away. Damn, if only he had more nerve, more of whatever it takes to charm and seduce women. It excited him to think of taking Dora home, somehow contriving to get her into her bedroom, undressing her. ... He knew he'd never have the courage to try it. Sternly he turned back to his paper work, ignoring the blossoming erection in his pants. It was no use trying to approach Dora Lane, he reminded himself. She was a lady, she'd never allow it.
Dora drove home and headed immediately for the shower. She wanted to be perfectly clean and sweet-smelling for Randy-provided Randy even showed up. The boy hadn't seemed terribly excited about being alone with her, and she really couldn't blame him. She must seem very old to him, and she knew she'd never been a beauty. As she undressed, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, hardly pleased with what she saw, but not entirely unsatisfied. For a woman of forty, she wasn't in such bad shape. She was slender, her breasts were still firm, and her skin was smooth and had few wrinkles. Oh the other hand, she was hardly voluptuous. True, her breasts were large, but she didn't know how to flaunt them. She kept them hidden, flattened under her tweed suits, because she was ashamed of their size. Her body wasn't bad, but she didn't know how to use it, how to move in a provocative manner. Dora underrated her good qualities and saw herself simply as a skinny, dried-up old maid.
She showered thoroughly and then debated about what she should wear. All her clothes were so drab and sensible. At work she wore suits, and at home she had a few cotton housedresses and several pairs of pajamas. That was all-or was it? Dora suddenly remember a negligee her sister had sent her for Christmas several years ago. She'd thought at the time that her sister must have been drunk or insane when she sent it. She should have known that it didn't suit Dora at all, that it was more suited to a whore. Dora had been insulted and indignant when she opened the package, and she'd stored the garment away in the closet, intending to give it away some time. Now she dragged it out and put it on. She hardly dared look at herself in the mirror, but she forced herself to do so. The result was astonishing. Suddenly she had a body. Suddenly she looked like a woman.
The negligee was black but by no means somber. It was made of delicate black lace, and it tied in front with one skimpy ribbon. It flowed and clung to Dora, emphasizing the feminine curve of her hips and the ripe swell of her big breasts. Cleverly designed, it seemed to show all her most intimate features, gaps in the lace revealing her pink nipples and her auburn mons fur. Dora blushed furiously and started to turn away from the mirror when she noticed something else. She hadn't done her hair yet, and it hung long and shining around her face, making her look almost pretty. Certainly it made her look younger and softer. She decided to keep it that way for Randy's visit. Just for once she would dispense with the tight bun and the mannish clothing. She didn't feel like herself, but it was time to experiment with a new appearance. The old one hadn't gotten her anywhere, that was for sure.
It was three-thirty, and Dora was too nervous to sit still. She splashed on some seductive cologne and put on high-heeled slippers, but that didn't take much time. Finally she decided to have a drink to steady her nerves. She almost never drank, but she kept a bottle of scotch for insomnia. She poured herself a stiff belt and drank it down without water or ice. The effect was almost immediate. She felt warm, silly, a little giggly. Her pussy began to grow warm, too, and she started having naughty thoughts. She remembered her old lover, Henry, but all she saw was his cock, rampant and pale and ready to service her. Cream began to seep from her aroused vagina as she reminded herself that in an hour or so she might be getting fucked again. God, that would be wonderful, after all these long years of waiting. If only she could seduce Randy, if only she could make the boy want her. . . .
She didn't know it, but a stranger named Trudy Martin had already done half her work for her. As he finished his delivery rounds, Randy could think of nothing but Trudy-her magnificent tits, her sweet little black snatch, her seductive smile. He grew achingly horny at the very thought of her, and by the time he got to Dora's house, he was blushingly trying to make his erection go away. He rang the doorbell, and when Dora opened the door, he gawked at her.
"Oh, excuse me," he said, "I must have the wrong place. I was looking for Miss Lane."
Dora gasped. Did she really look that different with her hair down, wearing feminine clothing? "Randy," she said, "it's me. Don't you recognize me?" "
The boy stared at her. He could hardly believe it. The transformation was astonishing and all for the better. At the office, Miss Lane was practically sexless, her body made thin and masculine by her tight heavy suits and that awful bun. He saw before him a slender but well-shaped redhaired woman who looked soft and inviting. She looked great with her hair down, but what really caught his attention was the gaps in the black lace negligee, the sight of her pretty pink nipples and fluffy red mons patch. His interest picked up suddenly. Maybe this meeting wasn't going to be such a dVag after all.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he said eagerly, "I didn't recognize you at all. You look great!"
Dora blushed with pleasure. "Why, thank you, Randy," she said. "Won't you please come in? I have a nice snack prepared for you."
For once in his life Randy could have cared less about food. He followed Dora into the living room and obediently sat down before a tray of milk and sandwiches and cake, but he hardly tasted what he was eating. He just couldn't get over how good she looked. Sure, she was old, but she finally looked like a woman. She was almost pretty. He remembered vividly their two groping encounters at the clinic, the way she'd made him cum with her hands and mouth. He certainly hoped she intended to do something like that again. He was just a little uncertain about how to get her started.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, "I, uh, wondered if-I mean-Well, would you like to, uh-" It was no good, he just couldn't bring himself to blatantly ask her for it. Damn, what was he going to do?
Dora didn't appear to hear what he said anyhow, or at least she made no reply. She just sat there looking blankly at him, licking her lips, her face a little flushed. Randy noticed that her fingers were playing nervously with the tie of her gown, and presently she opened it. It fell open softly, and he could see her bare breasts. That was a real surprise. Miss Lane actually had tits. He'd always thought she was flat-chested, because that's how she looked in those awful suits she wore at work, but now he saw that her boobs were big and pretty, almost as large as Trudy's. They were round and firm and had pretty, little pink nipples, inviting his touch. He wondered why she squashed them down, hid them. It was almost as if she were ashamed of having breasts. He also wondered if she'd. deliberately untied her dressing gown so he could gawk. That certainly didn't seem in character for the prim spinster.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, trying again, "maybe you'd like to-uh-" He blushed, cursing himself. Why couldn't he find the right words?
Dora was having the same problem. When she'd fantasized this encounter with Randy, she'd intended to be bold. She would just put it to him, straight and frank: "Randy, let's make love." Now the words wouldn't come out. All she could do was silently appeal to him by staring at him and letting her gown fail open, praying he'd take .the hint. She was too modest, too much a lady to proposition this boy.
Slowly she rose from her chair opposite him, and as she did so, her negligee parted even more, showing the fluffy red patch of her mons. Dora blushed, knowing she was displaying her pubic bush to him, but she said nothing. Randy's eyes traveled down her slim body and rested on the curly red hairs. He seemed to be bursting to say something, but all he did was stammer incoherently. Dora nearly writhed with impatience. God, what did she have to do to make him understand what she wanted, have it announced on TV? Desperately she pushed back the negligee from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing stark naked before him, she could do nothing more. If he didn't understand now, it was hopeless.
Randy understood, all right, he just didn't believe it. Sure, Miss Lane had played a few games with him at the office, touching him and allowing him to touch her, but he hadn't believed she'd ever go this far-inviting him to her home, practically inviting him to make love to her. It just didn't seem like Miss Lane at all. Maybe the old girl had gone crazy. Still, he was pretty excited. She had a nice body for a woman her age, and he was more than ready-thanks to thoughts of Trudy-to do whatever she wanted. He shook himself, then got up from his chair and walked out from behind the table. Miss Lane trembled and waited. Randy very slowly began to take off his clothes, hoping he hadn't misinterpreted her wishes. He felt just as nervous as she did.
Dora stood quite still, but her heart pounded. It looked as if the boy understood at last. She watched him hungrily as he undressed, and when he stepped out of his shorts and his cute little white peter flopped into view, she felt a rush of cream from her famished cunt. His rosy hairless balls jiggled and waved between his slim legs, and suddenly Dora couldn't help herself. She had to have him right then and there.
"HEY," said Randy as the blushing old maid raced toward him.
Before he knew what was happening, Miss Lane had seized him and drawn him down on the rug. She was like an animal, panting and snarling as she tugged his shorts off the rest of the way. She seized his T-shirt and almost ripped it as she pulled it off over his head, tousling his long blonde hair. The boy gawked at her, stunned and surprised, as she flashed him a lascivious grin. Then her auburn hair flashed and fell forward to tickle his bare belly as she dipped her head into his crotch. Randy yelped with pleasure as he felt her wet little tongue going into action between his legs.
Dora wanted to eat every bit of him at once, to devour his fine young body. She nosed aggressively between his legs, lapping and tonguing his tight little brown anus, his floppy pink testicles, and his doughy little white cock. Her tongue flashed at lightning speed over his most sensitive parts, leaving them wet and slick with her abundant saliva. He tasted marvelous to her, she couldn't get enough of him. Crazily she licked back again toward his pungent bumhole, rimming the clenched anal mouth, then wriggling her tongue tip inside it. It was a naughty wicked thing to do, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to taste every inch of him. At first he seemed surprised and a little shocked, and he clenched his anal ring so that it was hard for her to penetrate him. Then he sighed with pleasure and opened up, relaxing the tight sphincter muscle and allowing her eager tongue to glide up into his rectum. She forced her thick wet tongue as far into his pungent asshole as she could, and the boy howled with pleasure and let his thighs fall wide open. Dora began to tongue-fuck his rectum, reaming and probing, lashing and licking, making an obscene juicy noise as she worked her long tongue fiercely in and out of his small asshole. She liked the strong taste, and her pussy grew burning hot as she worked on him. Randy thought he would faint with pleasure, it felt so good to have her slick hot tongue reaming his bumhole. When she first started doing it, he'd felt a little repugnance at the idea of it, but he quickly felt the wild sensuality, the incredible pleasure, of having his asshole licked and probed. He lay back limp, his legs thrown open, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him. He closed his eyes, shutting out everything but the marvelous sensations she gave him, and he grinned blissfully. He was even excited by the funny slurping and sucking noise her tongue made as it reamed his tight asshole and lapped up his juices. Man, oh, man, Miss Lane sure knew how to turn a guy on.
Dora was amazed at her wickedness, but that didn't stop her from licking and tasting the whole length of his silky tight rectum. She was glad Randy enjoyed it, and his excitement fed hers. When she had licked him clean of every taste, she popped her tongue from his butt and moved on to his sweet-smelling hairless pink balls, which were still limp. Impulsively she tickled the floppy little bags with the stiff tip of her tongue, and the boy writhed and whined with pleasure. That wasn't enough for Dora, however. It wasn't enough just to lick-she wanted to suck and taste. Randy gave a loud squeak of surprise as she suddenly sucked one of his limp balls into her mouth. At first he was frightened, because he was awfully sensitive there, but his fright vanished as he realized how good it felt to have his balls resting in the steamy saliva bath of her hot mouth. She sucked in one testicle, then the other, and subjected them to a swift greedy sucking. It was loud, wet, lewd, but tremendous fun for both her and Randy. The boy's nervousness was entirely gone now, and he blissfully felt his half-grown peter rising to the occasion, growing stiff and swollen.
His balls swelled up, too, suddenly stuffing Dora's mouth. She spat them out while she still could, then went for his cock. It was standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling, the pale skin stretched tight, the faint blue veins emphasized, but the wrinkled white foreskin was still in place. Dora fasted her hungry lips around it and tugged it back till the bright red slick glans was uncovered. She stuck the pointy tip of her tongue into the little dark glans hole and reamed it thoroughly. Randy responded by pouring out more cream for her to eat. She came down on him like a vulture, sucking his rigid little dick violently into her mouth and pumping the juice out of him, rolling it around on her taste buds and gurgling happily before she swallowed it. She felt the small stiff organ twitching in her mouth, heard the boy groaning with almost unbearable pleasure as she sucked him faster and faster.
Randy whinnied with happiness, convinced now that Miss Lane meant to suck him off as she'd done last week in the storeroom. That would be very pleasant. So he was surprised and bitterly disappointed when she suddenly spat out his cock and lifted her flushed face from his crotch. He wondered what was the matter, why she hadn't finished the blow job.
Dora had a fevered, crazed look on her thin face, as if she didn't notice Randy at all. She stared fixedly at his rigid engorged young prick, as if it were aM that existed of him. It was time. For twenty years she'd ached and yearned to be balled, to have a stiff penis inside her again, and at last it was going to happen. She didn't care if the boy protested, didn't care if she had to tie him up and rape him-by God, she was going to get laid. She couldn't wait another second.
Randy started to move, thinking maybe Miss Lane wanted some attention from him, but she brusquely pushed him down onto his back again. The boy watched in astonishment as the skinny repressed old maid rose onto her knees and straddled his slim pelvis. What the hell was she doing? Randy gawked at her aroused pussy, noting how her little red clit was so erect that it poked right out between the furry lips of her mons, how the pink lips of her labia were puffed and swollen, how the cream ran from her cunt in rivers. Dora, her eyes rolling crazily, her tongue lolling out, wriggled herself into position over his rigid young dick, bringing the wet hole of her vaginal mouth down on his creaming glans. Then she lowered herself onto him with a hoarse moan of pleasure.
Only then did Randy understand what she was trying to do. He broke into a grin of delight. Christ, he was going to fuck a woman at last. He gasped as he felt his small stiff cock enveloped in the fiery wet heat of her mature vagina. She took him in all the way, right to the root of his peter, and her hungry cunt walls gripped and tugged at his little shaft, holding him deliciously tight inside her. It felt better than Randy had dreamed. It was the perfect receptacle for his hungry cock, far better than his own fist. He stared happily at the sight of his slim pale dick disappearing into Miss Lane's dripping hair-fringed cunt. Man, oh, man, it was happening at last, his virginity was gone. . . .
Dora was just as ecstatic as Randy. After twenty years of waiting, she felt a stiff dick inside her again, and the pleasure was incredible. She whimpered, moaned, and creamed in floods, her sticky fragrant juices running out to wet the boy's belly.
"Ohhhh, God, YES," she wailed, "fuck me, Randy, ball me, do it to me as hard as you can.. .."
Randy wasn't exactly sure how to proceed, since it was his first time, but he did his best to give Miss Lane what she wanted. He began to jerk his slim hips, banging his eager prick in and out of her mushy hot hole, and that seemed to be what she wanted, because she started to howl with pleasure. He saw her body shake, her big tits flopping around like mad, and her voice became an animal screech as she came again and again. Orgasms ripped through her body almost from the moment he started balling her, the product of years of frustration and longing. In her hot excitement she completely lost control of herself, starting to urinate on the happily humping boy, yelling the most obscene words she could think of. "Fuck, piss, shit, aaaggghhh," she screamed, "yes, so good, OOOHHH!"
Randy might have found her behavior frightening, if he'd been paying any attention to it, but he was completely absorbed in his own enjoyment, his first fuck. As Dora came again and again, her vagina contracted violently and squeezed and milked his banging little cock. It wasn't long before he felt his cum rushing out to splatter against her convulsing womb. He balled her furiously, and then at last his limp cock slipped from her.
"Oh, WOW," he sighed.
Dora said nothing. Temporarily appeased, she was looking down in horror and shame at the fourteen-year-old boy she'd just seduced. My God, she thought, what kind of woman am I?
Chapter Seven
Randy thought she was pretty hot stuff. He felt infinitely grateful to her for ridding him of his unwanted virginity, and he could cheerfully have fucked her all evening-but Dora, blushing and withdrawn, insisted that he'd better get home before his parents missed him. Randy left with great reluctance. He thought he would never understand women. One minute Miss Lane was so hot to ball that she'd practically raped him, and the next minute she was her old repressed self again.
He rode his bike back to the store to see if there were any last-minute orders, and to his annoyance there was one-Mrs. Tate. He really wanted to go home and close himself in his room and re-live every minute of his first sexual experience. He'd have to keep his mind on business for just a while longer. Mrs. Tate had put in her usual order, consisting mostly of caviar and champagne, which meant she was giving a party and would be sore as hell if he didn't show up. He made the trip in record time, narrowly missing cars and trucks, and when he got to her back yard he hopped off the bike almost before it stopped moving. He wanted to get this delivery over with so he could concentrate on his fantasies.
He pushed open the kitchen door without knocking, and there was Mrs. Tate sitting stark naked on the kitchen table. Randy stopped in his tracks and almost dropped a hundred dollars worth of champagne. The plump widow was facing him, a lascivious grin on her fat face, her thighs spread wide open to reveal her bright red, wet slit.
"Hello, Randy, dear," she purred.
It took him a moment to recover. He wouldn't have been surprised if a fully dressed Mrs. Tate had discreetly offered him another twenty dollars to come to her bedroom, but the sight of her naked on the table was really more than he'd bargained for. He swallowed hard and walked slowly to the kitchen counter where he set down the grocery bag.
"Hi, Mrs. Tate," he said dazedly.
She grinned and rolled onto her back, keeping her plump white thighs very far apart. Randy couldn't help staring at her fluffy pubic bush and the glistening red tissues of her vulva. As he stared, she licked her lips, winked at him, and slowly moved her hand down over her round belly till she was touching her furry mons. With two fingers she deftly spread the fuzzy mons lips and uncovered her clitoris. It twitched and wriggled, almost as if beckoning him to come closer. Mrs. Tate began to rub it, her face flushing and her eyelids fluttering a little.
"Randy darling," she said huskily, "would you like to earn another twenty dollars?"
Randy wasn't interested in spending much time with Mrs. Tate, but he was always interested in money, and besides, there might be a chance for him to get laid again. That would really be something, starting his sexual career by fucking two different women in one afternoon. He might be late for dinner, his parents would be pissed, but he decided it was worth it.
"Sure, Mrs. Tate," he said. "What do you want me to do?"
"Let's go to the bedroom," she said, "and I'll show you."
Randy started taking off his clothes as they went. No sense in wasting time. When they reached the opulent master bedroom on the second floor of the mansion, Mrs. Tate turned to the naked boy and nodded approvingly. "You learn fast, Randy," she said. "I like that. I detest stupidity."
He was feeling so cocky, he almost blurted that he detested fat. Really, Mrs. Tate wasn't exactly delectable with that big roll of blubber around her waist and hips, and with buttocks like two giant watermelons. Now that he thought about it, Miss Lane was much more attractive. However, he wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth. At his age, he had to be content with what he could get-and in addition, Mrs. Tate was paying him well for his services. He managed to smile at her.
She turned back the covers of the big bed and lay down on her back. Randy came over and crawled in on the other side. He wondered just what she had in mind this time, and she didn't leave his in suspense for long.
"Play with my pussy, Randy," she said. "Eat me."
Randy suppressed an impatient sigh. If she was horny, why couldn't they just fuck? Why did she have to play all these games first? Still, if that's what it took to get her hot, that's what he'd do. He fully intended to ball her sometime before he left. He well remembered how great it had felt, thrusting his achingiy hard cock into the tight sheath of Dora's wet blazing cunt. It would be fun to do that with Mrs. Tate. He crawled between her blubbery pale thighs and obediently began to lick her little red clit. She gave a squeal of delight. Right away her sticky cream began to flow, and Randy was glad of that. It meant she was horny, that soon she would want to fuck.
He was wrong. Angela Tate had never wanted to fuck in her whole life and never would. She didn't even like men very much, except for the money they could provide. She had married a rich man so she could live luxuriously, but she had hated what she had to do for him in return. Her late husband, Edgar, had taken her to bed punctually every Saturday night and reamed her with his disgusting big penis for fully an hour, until she was so sore she could hardly walk the next day. She'd never enjoyed it, although she'd never let Edgar know that, either. She would murmur and coo and squeak, pretending to be thrilled, while he sweated and panted over her, and when at last he came and (inevitably) patted her butt and said, "Pretty good fun, eh, old girl?", she would always manage to smile. Secretly, however, she'd hated it, and she was relieved when Edgar kicked off with a heart-attack a few years ago. It wasn't that Angela was frigid or without sexual feeling. She simply didn't like fucking. She liked to do it herself.
Randy wasn't really a man, so she could tolerate him. It was just like having another person masturbate her, and she enjoyed that very much. She liked to frig herself, but she was a lazy person, used to being waited on, and she liked it better when someone else did the work. She was very pleased with her seduction of Randy. The boy learned fast, and she could make him do what she wanted-or so she thought.
She sighed and moaned happily as the boy licked her clit into wet erection and then moved on to tongue her hot, puffy labia. This was the way she liked sex best-no hairy rough male body, no disgusting penetration, no animalistic humping. Her clit was much more sensitive than her vagina, and she could cum again and again just by having her clit played with. She was very close to cumming now as the boy rimmed and tickled her vaginal mouth and then slowly worked back to the spot she liked best, the tiny erect shaft concealed by her mons. Randy planted his mouth on the hard little bud and began to suck it, and Angela squealed and shrieked as her first orgasms ripped through her fat body. She forgot about the boy, forgeot about everything but her pleasure. She closed her eyes and succumbed completely to the delicious sensations of climax.
Thus she was taken off guard when Randy started to mount her. She wasn't even aware that he'd left off licking and sucking her clit, and he weighed so much less than she did that she didn't even feel the gentle pressure of his body as he crawled on top of her. What she did feel was the unwelcome stiff poking of his little prick in the mushy tissues of her labia. She gave an indignant squeak and opened her eyes to find the boy blissfully humping away, trying to penetrate her. Suddenly she gasped as she felt his rigid meat popping into her slick vagina. Randy sighed and began to fuck her, oblivious to her anger. Indeed, he wasn't even looking at her. He had his face buried against her plump breasts, his eyes closed, and was conscious of nothing but the new pleasure of ramming his young cock in the juicy wet sheath of a woman's vagina.
"Randy," she said indignantly, "stop that at once."
Randy raised his head and stared at her. "But, Mrs. Tate," he said, "I thought that's what you wanted. I mean, it's fun to fuck. Isn't that what sex is all about?"
Angela sighed deeply. "Oh, my dear," she said, "You're so naive. Any animal can fuck-it's up to human beings to invent something better. No, I don't want to do it. I dislike it intensely. Get off me."
Randy could have yelped with frustration. He needed to cum very badly, and his small cock and balls seemed swollen almost to bursting. Nevertheless he obeyed. She was paying him, so she was calling the shots. He crawled off her, his rigid little dick popping juicily from her hot hole, and said gloomily, "Well, if you don't like to fuck, what DO you like?"
She smiled mysteriously. "Would you really like to know? Well, then, I'll show you. Open the bedroom door."
Randy, puzzled but curious, got out of bed and trotted over to the heavy oak door and threw it open. As on his last visit, he was almost knocked down by a flying ball of fur. Mrs. Tate's little long-haired dog raced across the room and leaped onto the bed, barking excitedly. Angela smiled and petted the little animal. "Charles, darling," she said, "what a sweetie. Mamma's nice little doggie. Does sweetums want to play?"
Don't make me puke, thought Randy. He hated baby talk, especially when aimed at dogs. Charles wasn't his favorite kind of dog, either. He could respect and admire larger dogs, dogs that performed some useful function like hunting or guarding a home, but dogs like Charles were good for nothing in Randy's opinion. Hell, the damned thing looked more like a mouse that needed a haircut. He hoped it would fall off the bed and break a leg. Better yet, he wanted to drop kick it out the second-story window. He was jealous-the damned mutt was interrupting his fun, and Mrs. Tate seemed far more excited by the dog than she was by Randy.
"Let's show this bad boy our trick, Charles," she said, giggling. She turned her feverish eyes on Randy, who had come over to stand beside the bed. "Just watch this," she said. "Watch what Charles can do for me. This is much better than fucking." She opened her legs very wide and set the little dog down between them. "Lick, Charles," she commanded. "Lick mamma."
To Randy's astonishment, the dog barked shrilly and then buried its nose in Angela's wet pussy, licking furiously. It was well-trained, he had to admit. Its little red tongue did everything Randy had done, only faster and better. It flicked and licked and lapped all over Angela's hungry slit, cleaning and teasing her clit, labia, and cunt. It wriggled into her pungent asshole and lingered there, making the fat widow scream with pleasure. It snaked into her wet vagina and disappeared, while the dog's rough wet nose teased her erect gleaming clit. Angela's eyes rolled far back in her head, then closed, and a blissful smile spread over her plump face. She moaned steadily as the little dog reamed her cunt with its wriggling red tongue.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, "so heavenly, so good-------"
Randy didn't know quite how to react. He felt there was something pretty depraved about training your dog to suck you off, but on the other hand he was young and now particularly prejudiced against other styles of life. If that's how Mrs. Tate got her kicks, if it didn't bother anybody else, then it seemed to be okay. She sure as hell enjoyed it, much more than she'd enjoyed Randy's amateurish efforts. He felt a little put down about that, but it was a hit watching her go crazy with pleasure as the long-haired little mutt tongue-fucked her cunt. He could hardly wait to tell his pals about it-IF they'd believe him. He had to admit it was pretty unbelieveable.
There was just one problem-he was still achingly horny. His small cock was so stiff that it hugged his belly, and his puffed-up balls felt ready to burst. He just had to get his rocks off somehow. Mrs. Tate was being taken care of, and that stupid little dog seemed to be enjoying itself, but there was no satisfaction for Randy. He really dug watching the kinky scene between Angela and the dog, except that it made him hornier than ever. Well, he could stand there and jack off while he watched-but he wasn't satisfied with that kiddy stuff any more. Now that he'd had his first women, he'd never be content with anything less than balling.
"Mrs. Tate," he said plaintively, "please, let me do it to you. I really need it. Just look."
Angela impatiently opened her eyes and glanced at the boy. His little peter was stiff as steel, and his distress was obvious. She felt not a bit of pity for him, however. She disliked all males, and as far as she was concerned, he could go frig himself. "Leave me alone," she said haughtily. "I don't need you. I have Charles."
Randy was desperate, and now he was getting angry. "Listen, Mrs. Tate," he said, "if you don't let me do it, I'll tell everybody that, you make it with your dog."
Angela stared at him. A sensible and practical woman, she saw from his expression that he meant business. It was very tedious, but she supposed she'd have to give in to him. She certainly didn't want a lot of nasty gossip going around. On the other hand, she couldn't bear to have Charles stop his delicious licking of her cunt, not when she was so close to dimming. She much preferred the little dog's brisk rough tongue to Randy's stiff little dick. Suddenly she had an inspiration. She reached out and seized the startled boy, dragging him onto the bed, and before Randy knew what was happening, she'd sucked his cock into her mouth. She wasn't particularly fond of this technique, either, but at least it meant that Randy wouldn't usurp Charles' place. She could take care of them both while Charles took care of her.
"Hey," said Randy, "that's not what I meant, Mrs. Tate. I want to ball. I-nhhhh____"
He stopped protesting. It just felt too damned good, having his hard little prick sucked, and he didn't care if he got into her cunt or not. Let her enjoy her damned dog. He could tell that she wasn't particularly thrilled about blowing him, but she did a competent job of it, drawing in her cheeks tightly, trapping his meat in a delicious juicy nest. She sucked hard and drew him in deeply, and he felt his glans nosing the back of her throat. Somehow he'd come to rest with his ass on her mountainous cushiony breasts, which jumped and jiggled and rubbed against his balls. The experience wasn't half bad. In fact it felt so good that Randy just let himself go. It seemed like he'd been waiting all day to get his rocks off, and he didn't want to miss this chance. Angela nipped and sucked and licked busily at his swollen prick-she was dying to get the boy off her, to concentrate on Charles-and it wasn't very long before Randy sighed blissfully and shot his load into her throat.
Angela gulped his cum hurriedly, not wanting to taste it, then shoved the boy off onto the bed beside her. Her eyes closed in ecstasy now that she was free to give all her attention to what her little dog was doing. Randy lay beside her in a half-doze of pleasure, watching the goings-on. Charles had reamed Angela's cunt quite thoroughly and was now looking for new areas to explore. He licked excitedly up and down the length of her red wet slit, then paused, sniffing, at the bumpy brown mouth of her anus. He wagged his tail happily and gave a shrill bark. Then, so fast that Randy almost missed it, the little dog wriggled his tongue into her asshole.
"AAAHHH, GOD," wailed Angela.
The fat widow writhed blissfully and shrieked her intense pleasure while her pet reamed and probed her rectum with his rapidly flicking red tongue. Randy watched in total fascination, and presently he saw Angela arch her body sharply. She appeared to stop breathing for a moment, and then she emitted a piercing wail of joy and her plump body began to convulse violently, her fat tits shaking like jello. Randy was becoming vaguely aware that women can cum, too, just like men, but this was the first time he'd really observed it closely. He was pretty impressed. He saw that her enjoyment was keen and powerful. When the spasms of her climax were over, she went limp and lay there with glazed eyes, cream seeping hotly from her cunt. The little dog Charles finished his licking and withdrew his tongue from her anus. Randy was wondering just what, if anything, the dog got out of it, when Charles proceeded to demonstrate. Howling plaintively, the long-haired creature straddled one of Angela's plump calves and proceeded to jerk himself off, his small body shaking, leaving a small pool of dog cum on her pale skin. Randy felt kind of sorry for the dog. That wasn't much of a fuck. Undoubtedly Charles would rather have done it with some receptive bitch, but Angela didn't let her precious pet outdoors or allow him to associate with ordinary dogs.
"There," sighed Angela, "what do I need with men, when I have my sweet little doggums?"
"Not much," Randy said.
Privately he didn't think men were missing much. Mrs. Tate was sort of a dog herself. In spite of the blow job she'd given him, he felt cheated and frustrated. He wanted the real thing, a genuine fuck with a willing woman. Damn, if only he'd been with Trudy this afternoon. Miss Lane was nice enough, and he'd never forget that she'd been his very first woman, but he really wanted Trudy. Perhaps next week she'd put in an order. . . .
"It's after six," said Angela. "Won't they be missing you at home, Randy?"
"Aw, shit, yeah," said Randy, leaping off the bed. His parents were really going to be angry at him. He fumbled into his clothes, raced downstairs, and jumped on his bike. In spite of his lateness, however, he couldn't resist taking a slight detour so he could pass Trudy's house on the way home. He just couldn't get the voluptuous housewife off his mind. He rode quietly through the alley in back of Trudy's house, and the first thing he saw was a lighted bedroom window. He slowed, got off his bike, and crept up for a closer look. Trudy and her husband-he assumed the guy was her husband-were in the bedroom, apparently arguing about something. Trudy was reclining on the bed in a very sexy red negligee, and the man was pacing around the room, all dressed up in a grey suit. He wore glasses and looked like a real square. As Randy moved closer to the window, he could hear what the couple was saying.
"This is outrageous, Trudy," the man said. "We can't be doing it any hour of the day. Someone might see us."
"So what?" Trudy said angrily. "What's the big deal? They'd only find out that we fuck, and that shouldn't come as a big surprise to anybody after all, we have two kids, and the stork didn't bring them. Oh, Willis, why are you such a prig? Why can't you relax and have some fun for a change? I'm HORNY, Willis, I need you! Is that so terrible?"
Willis frowned and looked repulsed. "Life isn't all fun, Trudy. I can't just follow my impulses. I have more important things to do. Tonight, for instance, I want to go over some business records, and I can't do that on an empty stomach. The children must be hungry too. Will you please go fix dinner?"
"Break a leg," said Trudy. Nevertheless she got up and stalked into the kitchen, Willis following her.
Randy sighed deeply. So that's what Trudy's marriage was like-no wonder she wanted to make it with the grocery boy. Randy would gladly have satisfied her, too, if her husband hadn't been home. She was the most exciting woman he'd ever met. Sadly he pedaled away on his bike. Maybe next week his luck would change.
Chapter Eight
On Monday morning Dora Lane came to work gloomy and distraught. All weekend her conscience had been torturing her for her seduction of Randy. It had been marvelous making love again after all those starved years, but the price was heavy. Dora was wretchedly ashamed of herself for seducing a young boy, for behaving like an abandoned slut while he balled her. She felt she could never face Randy again, and if anyone else found out what had happened, she'd want to die. She prayed that Dr. McDonald would never know. She wondered how she could live with herself after the depraved thing she'd done.
One thing she knew for sure, she needed a lover her own age. It was ludicrous and obscene to go around seducing teenage boys. She didn't believe it was quite proper to have sex outside marriage, but at least she'd feel better about it if her partner belonged to her own generation. She decided to have one more try at Dr. McDonald. After all, she was in love with him and had been for ten years-if she could just get him to notice her, to return her affection, then all her problems could be solved. She wanted to be a respectable married woman, not a dirty old maid who went around screwing little boys.
Dora dressed with special care that morning, taking advantage of some things she'd learned from her episode with Randy. She'd learned, for instance, that she looked much better with her hair down rather than pinned back in that unbecoming knot. She combed it out and let the gleaming red strands fall freely down her back. Instead of a mannish tweed suit, her usual garb at the office, she wore a blue dress that outlined her figure and put special emphasis on her big firm breasts. It was so long since she'd worn feminine clothing that she felt almost naked, but her reward came when Dr. McDonald first caught sight of her that morning.
As always, Dora went to his private office to tell him that she'd arrived for work. She knocked lightly, opened the door, and said, "Good morning, Doctor."
McDonald gawked at her. Like Randy, he didn't recognize her at first, the change was so astonishing. He knew it was Miss Lane's voice, but the woman standing in his doorway was soft and attractive, not the prim and sexless assistant who had served him for the past decade. He squinted, adjusted his glasses, and finally recognized the familiar features of her face.
"Good morning, Miss Lane," he said animatedly. "You look very nice this morning. Very nice, indeed."
"Why, thank you, Doctor," said Dora, blushing hotly.
She hurried away to her work, too nervous to remain in his presence any longer, but all morning she plotted and schemed, trying to devise a way to make him want her, to break through the barriers _:" modesty and politeness that had kept them apart so long. God, they'd worked side by side for years, and she still called him "Doctor" and he still called her "Miss Lane." Something had to be done about it, if she could only think what. He was a man, he must need a woman. All she had to do was get him to admit it.
Later in the morning they were about to start an operation on someone's Siamese cat, when Dr. McDonald discovered that he needed a special instrument from the storeroom. He and Dora went to hunt for it. It was an item they didn't use very often, and neither of them could remember exactly where it had been put. As they searched the storeroom, Dora suddenly recalled that the instrument was in the doctor's desk and not in the storeroom at all. She was about to giggle at his absent-mindedness, when a wild idea occured to her. This might be the chance she'd been waiting for. The doctor was too shy and modest to approach her-but what if she was unaware of his approach? What if he thought she was unconscious, enable to observe him? Trembling, Dora decided to put her plan into action.
"Oh, Doctor," she said, "I think I remember where it is-up there on the very top shelf. I'll get it."
"Oh, let me do it. Miss Lane," he said. "It's dangerous climbing up that ladder."
"Nonsense," Dora said briskly as she dragged the ladder into place, "I do it all the time. No problem."
She started up the ladder, carefully noting the distance between her and the floor. When she was just high enough, she pretended to slip, and with a shriek she fell off the ladder. McDonald was too far away to stop her fall, and she tumbled to the floor. She bruised herself a little, but not seriously, and in her excitement she didn't even notice the pain. She pretended to faint.
"Oh, my God, Dora," said the doctor.
Her heart pounded. It was the first time he'd ever used her first name. He came running over and knelt beside her, checking her pulse, and she grew hot with lust just from the touch of his big fingers on her wrist. Her plan wouldn't have worked if he hadn't been a doctor-an ordinary man would simply have called an ambulance. But even though he was a veterinarian he was competent to examine human beings, too-and he proceeded to examine Dora, all the while muttering, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God," in a distraught way. It was plain that he really cared about her-though whether as a woman or just as a friend, she couldn't tell yet.
He took her pulse, then bent his head to her chest to listen to her heart. She heard him breathe a sigh of relief at finding everything normal. Now he had deduced that she wasn't badly injured and had merely fainted from fright or shock. He began unbuttoning the neck of her dress to make it easier for her to breathe. Dora's breathing may have improved, but his didn't. As he opened the neck of her dress and saw the deep cleavage of her la breasts, watched her firm pointed tits rising and falling, he began to breathe very heavily. There was a long moment when Dora knew he was staring at her breasts, and it was all she could do to keep from blushing..
Dr. McDonald had r'vvays suspected that somewhere under her prim mannish suits, Miss Lane had a nice figure, but he hadn't been prepared for this. She had a magnificient pair of boobs, no doubt about it, round and full and creamy-skinned. He ached to fondle them, but he cringed to think how it would look if she became conscious again and found him playing with her tits. He was sure she'd be outraged. However, all was not lost. As a doctor he had certain privileges and could get away with more than the ordinary man. It was perfectly all right for him to take any measures necessary to ease her breathing. He grinned shyly as he thought of this. A fainting woman certainly shouldn't have her chest constricted by a tight bra.
With trembling sweaty hands the lanky doctor finished unbuttoning the front of Dora's dress and gently drew the garment down to her waist, easing her arms out of it with great tenderness. Miss Lane did not "wake up." Then, panting with excitement, he slipped his arms beneath her and unhooked her white lace bra. He was pretty clumsy at it. It had been thirty years since he'd had to perform that operation. At; last he got the thing loose and drew it off her, and then he simply knelt and gawked at her beautiful creamy breasts. For a woman her age, they were wonderfully firm, sagging only slightly as they sloped from the confinement of her bra. They rose and fell gently with her breathing, the soft flesh jiggling delicately, the rosy little nipples quivering. He wanted desperately to touch them, and for just a moment he gave way to the impulse, placing his nervous sweaty hands on the hot mounds of her tits and gently squeezing them. Instantly her nipples went rigid, and he realized that in spite of her "faint" her body was responding to his touch. That might wake her up. He jerked his hands away as if burned.
Dora refrained from sighing out loud. When the doctor touched her breasts, she'd felt an electric shock of desire that radiated through her whole body and caused her vagina to go hot and wet with excitement. She would have loved it if he'd gone on playing with her sensitive tits, but her responsive nipples scared him off. She felt very disappointed. Still she'd made a small gain. There was no medical reason for him to fondle her boobs-he'd obviously done it out of sheer lust for her. It thrilled and encouraged her to know that he found her attractive.
McDonald drew out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead. It wasn't hot in the storeroom. On the contrary, it was kept extra cool to preserve the supplies. He was sweating from a combination of nervousness and lust. For years he'd dreamed of making love to Miss Lane, and the actuality of touching her naked breasts was exciting him beyond reason. He felt an aching stiffness in his crotch, and he looked down to see his pants grotesquely tented with a fierce erection. Damn, damn it all, if it weren't for his accursed shyness, he might have made something of this moment. Still there were legitimate things he could do, thanks to being a doctor. He could loosen and remove more of her clothing to make her comfortable.
He gently removed her shoes and then decided to take off her stockings as well. Stockings were constricting, he told himself, they ought to come off. His hands shook as he eased her skirt up to her waist, uncovering her pantyhose and, beneath them, her lacy white bikini panties. Slowly he drew down the pantyhose taking care not to "wake" her. Her legs were long and slim and well-shaped, and it was the first time he'd seen their whole length because she always wore her skirts so long. He succeeded in getting her stockings off without snagging them, in spite of his nervousness. Then he decided that his first aid measures were wrinkling her dress, and certainly she wouldn't like that. The dress should come off, too.
Dora was struggling to remain limp and convincingly "faint". Her lust was growing almost overpowering. Everytime he touched her, she wanted to moan aloud with desire, to throw her arms around him and beg him to make love to her-but she knew the doctor too well, knew that any such aggressive action would scare him off. Now that she was so close to seducing him, she certainly didn't want to spoil things. She lay quite still burning with arousal. She felt her hungry vagina pulsing and creaming, and she tried to clench her cunt mouth to keep the hot juices inside her body. It would be too gross, too obvious, if the crotch of her panties suddenly went wet and warm. Please, she thought, don't let me scare him away. I've waited so long. ...
After much trembling effort, the doctor succeeded in maneuvering Dora's limp body out of her dress. She lay before him wearing nothing but her skimp white lace panties. She looked delicious to him. He'd always wanted her, but he'd never dreamed that she had such an enticing body. Why in the world had she hidden it all these years in those ugly tight clothes? Why didn't she want to look pretty? McDonald assumed that she had some distorted concept of modesty, some shame about her body. Too bad, there was certainly nothing to be ashamed of here. She was hiding all her best features. He could hardly keep his hands off her. He hadn't thought it was possible for his prick to get any more swollen and hard than it already was, but he felt the burgeoning bulge in his crotch and almost moaned aloud with need. If only he could have her, if only he could take her while she was still unconscious....
Dora lay still, doing everything in her power not to reveal her deception. She knew he was sitting there looking at her nearly naked body, and he wouldn't be doing that if he didn't like it. If only she could be patient, perhaps he would go a step farther. She thought of him feverishly pawing her body, and again her vagina swelled and heated with lust and she had to clench the muscles of her cunt mouth to keep from spilling her cream. Why, why didn't he move, act? What was holding him back?
Nothing was restraining him but his conscience. In his heart he was already balling her, raping her, but he was too much a gentleman to take advantage of her helplessness. Besides, he reasoned, if he leaped on her and fucked her now, she'd never forgive him, he'd lose her forever. No, he had to think of some other way. He had to have her, but not by force. If he could only arouse her, make her feel a need equal to his. . ..
Blushing, almost terrified by his own boldness, the lanky doctor bent low over her limp body and kissed one of her pretty pink nipples. Just in time, Dora stifled a sigh of bliss. She struggled to hold perfectly still as he gathered his courage and fastened his lips around the trembling nipple. She almost fainted with lust and pleasure as she felt the first wet contact of his tongue with her highly sensitive nipple, and when he began to lick and suck it, she couldn't hold back her vaginal juices any longer. They overflowed, soaking the crotch of her panties, and she helplessly blushed.
. Fortunately the doctor didn't notice. He had his face buried against her big quivering boobs, her eyes closed, his mouth busily sucking on her nipple, and all he felt was the sudden warmth of her blush. He thought she was still unconscious, although he realized that her body was responding automatically to his touch, for under his busy tongue her small pink nipple rose and stiffened into erection. He transferred his lips to the other nipple and sucked it erect, too. Dora had to exercise every bit of her self-restraint not to moan her pleasure. So often over the last decade she had fantasized the doctor playing with her tits, and at last it was really happening. She prayed he wouldn't be able to stop.
When both her lovely pink nipples were erect and stiff, when her big breasts had swollen with arousal, the doctor began to think of even bolder things to do. As long as she was unconscious, he wasn't afraid. She couldn't be indignant or outraged. He gazed longingly at the soft curve of her mons beneath her panties. He wanted very much to look at her there, to touch her, to try to arouse her. Would she wake up? Nervously he decided to take the chance. Very gently he seized the waistband of her panties and began easing the garment down over her swelling hips. He took his time, studying her face to see if she was going to wake up. With great effort Dora managed to maintain a blank expression and to keep her eyelids from fluttering. It was the hardest thing she'd ever done in her life, because in the act of pulling down her panties the doctor was exciting her almost beyond reason. She wondered just how far he was going to go, and she almost trembled as she imagined how wonderful it would feel if his erect cock were to slip inside her. . . .
McDonald was about to cum in his pants, he was so turned on by the first glimpse of her auburn pussy hairs. The hair was baby-fine, curly, and springy. As he very slowly eased down her panties, the hairs popped into view at the fringe of her pubic bush, and he struggled not to give way to his impatience and savagely rip the panties off her. At last the whole mons was uncovered, a sweet little puff of red soft hair, and he was just bending his head to bury his nose in it when he heard the buzzer of the clinic door.
"Goddamn it all to hell," said the doctor.
Dora repeated the same phrase to herself. Of all the times for a customer to arrive. She heard McDonald sigh with frustration as he let go her panties and rose to his feet. She could have wept with disappointment as she heard him leave the room. Damn it all, she'd been so close to seducing him.
Dr. McDonald passed through the operating room, where the anesthetized Siamese snored happily, and seized his long white surgical gown from its hanger. He fumbled into it hastily, hoping his fierce erection wouldn't show under the loose gown. He didn't know what else to do, since he just couldn't make the hard-on go away by wishing it. He stepped into the waiting room of the clinic and almost groaned aloud. It was Mrs. Angela Tate with her loathsome little dog, Charles. Mrs. Tate, who thought herself a person of great importance, usually lingered for hours and talked the doctor's ear off about some minor ailment of her repulsive pet. Furthermore, McDonald and Charles had no great love for each other. The doctor was fond of animals and usually good at handling them, but he and Charles had never hit it off. This was because Charles didn't think of himself as a dog, the doctor suspected. In any case, Mrs. Tate was the very last person he wanted to see. He managed a tight smile. "Well, well,-' he said, not jovially, "here's our little Charles again. What's the trouble this time, Mrs. Tate?"
Angela addressed him in a cooing voice. "My poor doggums simply will not eat, doctor. I think he must be ill."
"Have you tried waiting till he's hungry?" the doctor said irritably. "Americans tend to overfeed their pets, Mrs. Tate. If the animal has any sense, he won't glut himself."
"I know what my baby needs," Angela said haughtily. "He loves sirloin, but he simply doesn't feel well. I want you to examine him."
Sirloin, hell, thought the doctor, J can't afford it, and this damned mutt gets it every day. It was criminal, but Mrs. Tate was a rich customer and he didn't want to offend her by telling her what he thought of her extravagance. "Mrs. Tate," he said, "there's nothing wrong with that dog. His eyes are bright, his nose is wet, his coat's in excellent shape. He's full of energy. I don't have to examine him to tell you that he's fine. When he feels like eating, he'll eat."
"WELL," Angela said indignantly, "I'm not very pleased with your attitude, doctor. The least you can do is give my Charles a thorough physical."
The doctor lost patience. He thought of Dora lying naked and delicious and helpless in the storeroom, and he wanted to strangle Mrs. Tate-and her dog. "Mrs. Tate," he said coldly, "there is nothing wrong with your pet. Take him home. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an operation to perform. Believe it or not, there are other animals in the world which need attention."
"But, Doctor," cried Angela, "isn't there anything I can do for my doggums?"
"Yes," said McDonald. "Try taking him for a long walk on a short pier. And don't let go of the leash."
Angela gawked, flushed, and stalked out of the waiting room. McDonald locked the door, put up the "Out To Lunch" sign, and ran back to the storeroom, praying that Dora hadn't regained consciousness during his absence. Dora heard him coming and resumed her fainting act. She waited, wondering what he was going to do, while he stood and looked down at her.
McDonald was coming to a decision. Was he going to make love to her, as he had wanted desperately to do for the past ten years, or was he going to let his shyness spoil things for him again? The scene with Mrs. Tate had encouraged him-he'd been bold and rude with the obnoxious woman, and the sky hadn't fallen in on him. It was possible to assert himself without drastic consequences. By God, he was going to do it now. He'd been alone and horny too long. It was time to take chances, time to start living. With a lusty growl, he began to take off his clothes.
At first Dora couldn't believe it, but when she heard his shoes hit the floor and felt the rush of air as his clothes wafted down, she knew it was going to happen. Her heart hammered with joy. At last she'd gotten to him, at last they were going to become lovers. Her body started to tremble with anticipation, but she forced it to be still. She mustn't blow it now. Hot with desire, she waited. The doctor knelt beside her and quickly and deftly slipped off her panties. Then she felt his long lean body coming down on her, felt his bony knees forcing her legs apart. She wanted to assist him, to throw her legs wide open for him, but still she pretended to be unconscious. Only when she felt his amazingly fat long penis nosing into her wet vulva did she helplessly murmur her lust. The doctor hesitated a moment, but when she gave no further signs of awakening, he seized his achingly erect meat and directed the creaming purple glans into the small wet mouth of her cunt. He shivered with joy as he slowly penetrated her, feeling his rigid dick deliciously enveloped in her tight slick vaginal sheath. She was wonderfully small and hot and wet, a pleasure to fuck. He thrust into her quickly, all the way to her womb, hoping to get securely inside her before she woke up. "Aaahhh," sighed Dora.
She couldn't help it, it felt so good. It had been fun when Randy balled her with his hard little boy-prick, but nothing like this. She had a mature cunt, and it needed a full-grown cock. McDonald's penis was more than fully grown-it was monstrous. She hadn't known a penis could be so thick and long and hard. It stuffed her fully, stretching her small passage delightfully, nudging her womb. She creamed hotly all around it, and her hungry cunt tightened, holding his long dick deep inside her. The pretense was over. She opened her eyes and looked him right in the face.
McDonald blushed furiously. "Dora," he stammered, "I, uh, I-"
"Never mind," she said, smiling. "I understand. It's all right."
He sighed loudly and clung to her, burying his face in her hair. He began to fuck her in long deep hard strokes, just the way she'd wanted and needed it for so many years. Dora blissfully gave herself up to it, letting her legs fall wide open, digging her lingers into his shoulders. With each deep thrust of his cock, she creamed furiously and wailed with joy. How badly she'd needed to be fucked, how great it felt. . . . She could have goneon forever. His cock was so thick and swollen, it seemed almost to tear her slick little hole, and yet she loved the near-pain of it. She gurgled happily and jerked her hot pussy in time to his strokes, while his huge bristly balls siapped noisily against her ass. He moaned steadily, for his need was as great as hers. Dora soon felt herself cumming, and the doctor gasped as her small cunt went tight as a vise and red hot, as her slender body spasmed beneath him and she shrilly shouted her joy. He was a very inexperienced lover, however, and he didn't realize that Dora was having an-orgasm. He thought he was hurting her. He tried to withdraw, but it was too late. Her sweet little pussy gripped him too tightly, and he was already starting to cum himself.
He couldn't help it... . He yelped with pleasure and began slamming his cock brutally into her pulpy depths, squirting load after load of cum into her womb.
As soon as his sense returned, he leaped off her, his long pale cock dangling limp and wet between his legs. "Oh, my God, Miss Lane," he said contritely, "I'm so sorry. I behaved like an animal. Please forgive me. It will never happen again, I promise."
Dora gawked at him. What in the world had given him the impression that she hadn't enjoyed it? It was a terrible mistake, and she began to stammer, trying to explain to him that everything was all right.
"No, no," he said nervously, "don't try to make me feel better. I know I've behaved terribly. Let's never mention it again. I'll leave you alone now. You must hate the sight of me."
He rushed from the room, and Dora burst into tears. Her big chance had come-and somehow she'd blown it. She wept as she recalled his words-"It will never happen again."
Chapter Nine
Next Saturday when he reported for work, Randy was overjoyed to find an order from Mrs. Trudy Martin. He hurried through all his other deliveries, saving Trudy for last so he could spend some time with her. He hoped she hadn't changed her mind, that she still wanted him to make love to her. He couldn't understand how a beautiful older woman could take any interest in a teenage delivery boy, but still he hoped. If only she really meant it, if only she hadn't been teasing him when she invited him into her bed. ... By the time he reached Trudy's house, he was sweaty with nervousness.
He knocked at the back door, then stepped inside, and there was Trudy, wearing the same skinpy halter and shorts as last time. The flimsy garments seemed hardly capable of holding in her lush curves. To his -disappointment he saw that she'd sewed on the missing button, although the deep cleaveage of her big breasts was still apparent. She grinned at him in a mischievous way, and his heart thudded.
"Well, hello, Randy," she said. "It's been a while. How are you?"
"Oh, just fine, Mrs. Martin," he said gloomily.
She laughed, showing her perfect white teeth. "In the first place, I asked you to call me Trudy. I hate formality. And in the second place, you don't sound 'just fine.' You sound dismal. Want to tell me what's the matter?"
Randy blushed hotly. He could hardly tell her that he sounded gloomy because he wanted to ball her. "Aw, it's nothing," he said. "I guess I'm just impatient to get home. It's a drag, having to work on weekends."
"I'll bet it is," said Trudy. "I imagine you're anxious to get home and have some fun. But couldn't you spare a minute to sit and talk with me? Would you like a Coke?"
"Oh, sure, Mrs. Martin-I mean, Trudy," he said eagerly. "I mean, I'd be happy just to, uh, talk with you. I don't need a Coke."
"Have one anyhow," siad Trudy. She walked jauntily to the refrigerator, her big pert breasts bouncing, unrestrained by a bra. Randy's eyes bounced right along with them. He sat down at the kitchen table, and Trucy handed him a can of Coke and took the chair opposite him. He blushed furiously as he felt her bare foot graze his ankle.
"Well, how've you been, Randy?" she said, grinning impishly at him. "Any lucky girl pop your cherry yet?"
He hadn't thought it was possible to blush harder, but he did. He managed a weak grin. "Nope," he said. "No such sluck." Of course there was Miss Lane, but he wasn't going to rat on her.
"Too bad," said Trudy, lighting a cigarette. "According to all the experts, the doctors and the shrinks, a boy your age is at the peak of his sexual need."
"I'm here to tell you," Randy said mournfully.
Again Trudy laughed. She had a very sexy, husky laugh. "Poor you," she said. "Wish I could help you out."
There was a very long silence while Randy tried to evaluate that remark. Did it mean she was taking back her offer, or had she been teasing him all along? He just had to know. At last he said nervously, "Well, couldn't you help me out, Trudy? I mean, last week you-That is, you said-" He stopped short, too scared to say it all.
"Go on," said Trudy, smiling. "What did I say last week?"
Randy swallowed hard. "Well, you asked if I.d like to come to bed with you." He blushed horribly. Would she be angry?
"That's right," Trudy said calmly. "I did. But that wasn't necessarily an invitation, was it? Maybe I was just asking your opinion. Maybe I just wanted to know if you find me attractive. Do you, Randy?"
"Oh, shit, yes," said Randy fervently.
She laughed softly. "Then I assume that you'd like to go to bed with me?"
He nodded vigorously, his throat too tight for speech. Trudy regarded him with a mysterious smile. She appeared quite calm and cool, and Randy had no idea that the crotch of her shorts was wet with pussy juice. She hadn't really needed so many groceries today, and she could easily have driven to the store and picked them up herself. She'd wanted another meeting with Randy, however. In the past two weeks she'd done everything she could to avoid being unfaithful to Willis, but nothing had worked. She'd talked to him, pleaded with him, tried to make him understand that she needed a more exciting and varied sex life-but Willis had simply refused to change. He considered her depraved and frivolous, and he thought their sex life was perfectly adequate just as it was, just as it had always been. Willis wasn't going to change, and so Trudy had made up her mind to find satisfaction elsewhere. She had decided to take a lover, but she wanted someone she could control, an affair that wouldn't get out of hand. Randy seemed the obvious choice. He was very young, but that was just the point. He would look upon her as a mother, as the boss, and she would call the shots. There was that advantage, plus the fact that he was a damned attractive kid. Trudy got hot just thinking about him. Yes, Randy was the one she wanted. She decided to stop teasing him and get down to business.
"Well, Randy," she said, "if you really want to go to bed with me, it might be arranged. But there's something I need to know first. I'm a married woman, and I don't want my husband to know about this. Can you promise me, on your honor, never to tell anyone?"
"Oh, wow, yes," Randy said fervently. "I swear."
"All right," said Trudy. "Then there's just one more thing I need to know."
"What is it, Trudy?" the boy said, his blue eyes wide.
"Can you get a cockstand?" said Trudy, starting to giggle.
Randy laughed, too, "Are you kidding?" he said. "Look at this."
He stood up, and Trudy saw that the crotch of his jeans was sharply tented. She grinned at him. "Not good enough, lover boy. For all I know, you've got a cucumber in your pocket. Let's see how you look with your pants off."
Randy hurried to show her. This was one thing he was really confident about. Trouble getting an erection? No way. He seemed to have one twenty-four hours a day. He unzipped his jeans, pulled them down a little, and his pale, half-grown prick popped out briskly, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
"Right on," said Trudy.
She was a little disappointed that his cock wasn't bigger, but it seemed adequate to the task. Certainly it was hard. She began to flush all over with arousal, and she felt more hot cream leaking from her needy vagina to wet the crotch of her shorts. It was going to be so great, getting from somebody besides her unimaginative husband. She trembled at the thought. After twenty years of marriage, she just might get a decent fuck.
"Let's go into the bedroom, Randy," she said huskily.
The boy blushed, too, as he realized that his fondest erotic fantasy was about to come true. Trembling just as hard as Trudy, he followed her out of the kitchen and into the master bedroom. Trudy closed the door behind them and locked it, then drew the drapes. It was still light enough in the room for him to see her lovely body quite plainly as she began to take off her clothes. He was so absorbed in watching her that he almost forgot to undress himself. He thought he had never seen a more beautiful figure than hers-the long perfectly shaped legs, the softly rounded hips, the small nipped-in waist, and the big melon-shaped tits that were both firm and unbelievably large. Her husband must be out of his mind, not wanting to make love to her. Randy was going to be more than happy to take his place.
Trudy tossed away her shorts and halter. She was wearing nothing underneath them. Randy had a quick glimpse of her large silky black snatch before she shyly dived for the bed and got under the covers. Now that she was about to be unfaithful to her husband for the very first time, she felt nervous and a little frightened. She tried to tell herself that it hardly counted-with Randy, who was only fourteen-but the fact remained that she was lying in Willis' bed about to fuck someone else besides Willis. It seemed very unreal.
"Hurry, Randy," she said. She wanted to do it before her nerve failed.
Randy stumbled out of his sneakers, jeans and T-shirt, then approached the bed shyly. He remembered now that Trudy was half a head taller than he was, that each of her huge creamy breasts was bigger than his skull, that she probably even weighed more than he did. Suddenly he felt like a dwarf and an incompentent one at that. He knew his peter wasn't full grown, and he feared it wouldn't be adequate to satisfy her. He just prayed that she wouldn't turn him away in scorn or laugh at him. Trembling, he lifted the bedclothes and crawled in beside her. They lay there looking shyly at each other, neither one bold enough to make the first move.
Trudy began to be angry with herself. For years she'd longed for variety, for sexual excitement, and at last she had the chance, but she was doing nothing. She asked herself if she wanted to go on fucking nobody but Willis, and the answer was definitely no. He'd had his chance to change, to improve, and she didn't owe him anything. Determinedly she reached out and began to caress Randy. His body was slim, taut, in perfect health. He was warm and silky to her touch. She sighed and ran her hands all over him, and Randy sighed, too. She felt his eager, sweaty little hands on her big creamy breasts, pawing and exploring.
"Could we get rid of the blankets?" he asked shyly. "I'd like to took at you."
"Of course," said Trudy. This was no time for modesty. She'd already taken the first step twoards cheating on Willis, and there really was no point in holding back. She seized the covers and threw them down to the foot of the bed. She gazed at Randy's healthy teenage body, the smooth skin and well-defined muscles, the hairless crotch and rampantly erect little cock. He seemed so terribly young to her, but very inviting. She slipped her hand between his slim thighs and tucked her fingers around his pink hairless testicles, feeling their swollen warmth. The kid might be only fourteen, but he had a hefty pair of balls on him. When his cock caught up with their growth rate, he'd really be well hung. Randy quivered and sighed as she cupped and gently squeezed his sensitive balls, and she saw a tiny droplet of cream bubbling from the wrinkled pointy head of his cock. Her curiosity was aroused, and she seized the loose foreskin of his penis and gently began working it back. Randy responded with happy sighs and horny wriggling. Trudy had never seen an uneircumcised cock before, and she found it fun and titillating to work back the foreskin and slowly uncover the pretty red moist glans. As she worked on it, more and more juice bubbled from the pinpoint hole at the tip of his glans, and she smeared her finger with the stuff and rubbed it all over his throbbing meat. Randy seemed to enjoy that very much. It was a treat for Trudy, too. Willis never allowed her to play with his cock and balls. It wasted time, he said.
She could happily haye gone on playing with the boy, but Randy was becoming impatient. like most teenage lovers, he had no use for finesse and foreplay but just wanted to get on to the main action. When Trudy took her time, he began to suspect that she wasn't turned on yet, and he decided to do something about it. He quickly reversed his position on the bed, so she could still play with his cock but he had his face buried in her large silky patch of black mons fur. She gasped and trembled as he pried apart the furry lips and uncovered her big red clit. He liked Trudy's large clit because it was easy to find and play with. It was almost like a tiny cock, and it sprang erect in the same way when he tickled it with the tip of his finger. It grew moist, hot, and throbbing as he circled and caressed it, and Trudy groaned with delight.
"Ohhh, that feels good, Randy," she said. He knew something that would feel even better. Dipping his head lower between her trim thighs, he stuck out his tongue and applied the very tip to her twitching little red bud, making his tongue stiff and tickling. He nudged circled, and licked her sensitive nub, and -Trudy whimpered with intense pleasure. Never in all their married life had Willis touched her there, and yet it was the easiest way to arouse her and the thing she liked best. She could have strangled Willis for cheating her of that pleasure. As Randy went on tonguing her clit, she moaned and let her legs fall wide open, giving him plenty of room to work. It felt so great, she could have cum from that alone. She remembered that she had a partner, however, and she began working on Randy's small rigid dick again, trying to give him as much fun as he gave her.
Tonguing felt even better than touching, she knew, and so she stuck out her little pink tongue and applied the tip to Randy's creaming red glans. His juices tasted salty but not unpleasant. She found her excitement growing as she lapped up his dribbling juices and tasted and swallowed them. She wriggled her tongue tip under his retracted foreskin and ran it around and around in a dizzying circle, making the boy squeal with delight. Suddenly she wanted to lick and taste him everywhere, and her pink tongue ran feverishly and wetly all over his genital Region, up and down the rigid pulsing length of his small cock, over the wrinkled hot surface of his balls, back to the bumpy brown mouth of his anus. Randy's body grew hot and trembling against hers, his breathing harsh and quick. It was the first time she'd ever played with a man like this, let alone lick him, and she found it very pleasant and exciting.
Randy responded to her delicious tongue-play by returning the favor. He jammed his mouth onto her raw red clit and sucked it vigorously, noisily, until it was hard as a rock and Trudy was squealing her pleasure. Then he moved his busy tongue into the pink puffy folds of her labia, sneaking into every crevice and hidden place. He felt her heart pounding, felt the hot flush that crept over her body as he aroused her more and more. He reached the sunken moist mouth of her cunt and found it filled with her hot, salty girl-cum. He lapped it up, rapidly circling the hair-fringed vaginal opening, and Trudy moaned loudly. He wriggled his mischievous tongue into her hot little hole, delighted to find it snug and juicy, an inviting nest for his stiff young cock. Soon he would fuck her, but first he wanted to make sure that she was violently horny for him.
Trudy loved everything he did for her, although she couldn't help thinking, wistfully and bitterly, that she could have had all this fun with Willis if only he'd loosen up. Weil, that was out of the question. Willis was never going to change, and if she wanted any excitement in her life, she'd have to fijnd it illicitly. She resolved to forget all about Willis and just enjoy herself with Randy. She felt his stiff little tongue snaking up her vagina, and she crooned and cooed with pleasure. She found hersejlf greedier than ever for the taste of hjs flesh and his juices, and with a hungry moan she sucked one of his floppy pink balls into her hot juicy mouth and began to tongue and pump it. Randy quivered violently, and she felt his young testicles swell up almost to bursting.
Randy wasn't sure whether he could keep from cuming. All this foreplay was great fun, especially having his sensitive balls sucked into her wet, velvety mouth, but it was exciting him almost to the point of no return. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted to put his fantastic hard-on to better use. Just the thought of balling a beautiful older woman like Trudy was enough to make him dizzy and trembling. He wouldn't blow that chance.
"Trudy," he gasped, "I'm gonna shoot if you don't stop that..Let's do it. Let's ball!"
Trudy stiffened. She felt Randy was right, that they ought to get on with it, and yet now that the moment of real adultery had come, she was tense and guilty-feeling. If she let Randy's cock into her body, she would forever be an unfaithful wife, nothing could change that. It was decision time. It would be easy enough to make the kid cum just by sucking his balls or playing with his cock. She could still back down. She began to suck harder, hotter, on his swollen young testicles.
Randy didn't want it that way. He jerked away from her, his balls popping noisily from her wet lips, and he crawled on top of her lush warm body. "No, Trudy," he said hoarsely, "I want the real thing. I want to fuck you, Trudy. I want to so badly."
Trudy felt contrite. After all, she had invited this boy into her bed, and it wasn't right to deceive him. She should give him what she'd promised. Futhermore, she was cheating herself. She'd always been a good wife, and she deserved something better than the dull and lukewarm lovemaking that Willis offered. It was time to stop being chickenshit. It was time to start living, no matter how frightening that seemed.
"All right, Randy," she said shyly. "You can fuck me."
Randy grinned happily and began to wriggle his slim hips between her thighs. It was a ludicrous match, since his tousled blond head came only to her nipples, and his slim boyish body seemed dwarfed by'her voluptuous curves. Trudy felt the incongruity of it, felt like a dirty old woman seducing a baby. She felt, too, that since she'd made the decision to cheat on Willis, she might as well take advantage of it and find some novelty in the experience. Willis always fucked her in the missionary position, always insisted on being on top. It was time for something different.
"Wait, Randy," she said quickly, "I want to do it another way."
She rolled out from under him, and the bewildered boy tumbled onto the bed and stared at her. Another way? He'd thought there was only one way to do it, with the man and woman facing each other. He watched as Trudy crawled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her big beautiful ass into the air. Her tits hung down beneath her like overripe melons, swaying heavily beneath her. He could clearly see the red gleaming line of her hair-fringed slit and the small brown puckered mouth of her anus.
"Let's do it this way," she said urgently. Randy had no idea how to do it that way. He didn't understand quite what she wanted. He crawled over to her, blushing, feeling like a fool, and was saved only when Trudy added, with a nervous giggle, "You know, like dogs do it."
Then he understood. He and his pals had gleefully watched many pairs of dogs making it, and he was thoroughly familiar with the position. He hurried to kneel behind Trudy, seizing her wide hips to steady himself, and confidently poked his rigid little peter into the gaping wet hole of her cunt. He sighed happily as his aching meat nosed into a juicy tight nest of vaginal muscles that was deliciously hot and clinging. Forgetting everything else, he closed his eyes and began to hump Trudy for all he was worth, slamming his sturdy little prick in and out of her with lightning speed.
Trudy began to howl. It felt so good, so incredibly good, to be balled fast and hard, to be fucked by someone with real enthusiasm. Willis' languid dutiful strokes paled in comparison to Randy's eager hot thrusts. Within seconds she felt herself cumming violently, and her lush body shook so hard that the boy was almost thrown off. Randy managed to stay in the saddle, however, and her first orgasm was hardly over before she felt another one rippling through her. The kid might be only fourteen, but he fucked like a bunny, and Trudy appreciated it thoroughly.
"Oh, Randy," she gasped, "I love it, I LOVE IT! My God, it's wonderful! Ohhh, OOOHHH, AAAGGGHHH!"
Randy felt proud and happy. He kept it_up as long as he could, banging Trudy's hot, nipping little cunt until she almost fainted with pleasure. But he couldn't hold out forever, and at last he gave a shrill yelp and began to cum. Trudy felt the wet blaze of his seed splattering her womb, and she said huskily, "Yes, darling, cum in me. Yes, yesss. . . ."
A car door slammed, and Randy was off the bed even while his jerking little cock continued to arch cum into the air. In another second he was stumbling into his clothes and trying to get the window open at the same time. Trudy recovered from her fright and ran to help him. While he zipped up, she threw open the window, and Randv kissed her wetly on the mouth and nose-dived out into the yard. She watched him run for the alley, and then she dived back into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. No sooner had she done so than the bedroom door opened and Willis walked in.
"Trudy," he said with annoyance, "what are you doing in bed at this time of day? Why aren't you starting dinner?"
Oh, go fuck yourself, thought Trudy.
"I'm taking a nap, Willis," she said. "The children went to the movies, so dinner will be delayed, and I thought it would be all right to lie down for a while."
Willis gave a disapproving sniff. "Well," he said, "I don't think much of it, but I suppose you'll be free to do what you want for a while. I've been called out of town for two weeks on business, starting tomorrow. Do you think you can manage things all right without me?"
Trudy smiled blissfully. "Oh, yes, Willis," she said, "I think I can manage."
Chapter Ten
On Monday morning Dora Lane took care to dress in a way that would please her boss, wearing a soft feminine dress and letting her shining red hair hang down around her shoulders-but Dr. McDonald wouldn't even look her in the eye when she said good morning. He blushed darkly and bent over the paperwork on his desk and muttered, "g'morning." That was all. As the day dragged on, he neither spoke to her nor looked at her except when it was absolutely unavoidable. Dora felt crushed and rejected. Did he despise her for having given in to him? Did he think she was some kind of slut? Perhaps she was, but that didn't change the fact that she loved and wanted him. With his cold rejection, she felt she had nothing left to live for.
What Dora didn't understand was that McDonald wanted her just as much as she wanted him, only he was too bashful to admit it, and he also believed she was angry with him. According to his point of view, he had- raped her in the storeroom while she was helpless and unconscious, and Dora, being a lady, could never forgive him. It was shame and shyness that made him avoid speaking to her or looking at her. He hated himself for what he had done. He would have given anything to make it up to her, only he didn't know how.
None of this was any comfort to Dora, of course, because she didn't know about it. She dragged through the day, depressed and miserable, and debated whether to quit her job and find work in another town. It might be best to do that, to forget Dr. McDonald, yet she found it hard to contemplate leaving him. By late afternoon she still hadn't decided what to do. At least one thing in her life hadn't changed, though. She was just as horny as ever. Several times she thought of beating off in the storeroom, but she was afraid her boss would walk in on her. She'd just have to wait till she got home.
Around two o'clock Dr. McDonald had to go to a meeting, and Dora was left alone in charge of the clinic. It was a very slow day, and after a while she wandered to the back rooms of the building to check on all the animal patients. It was very noisy back there, because one of the female dogs was in heat, and her tantalizing odor was driving the male dogs wild. They were howling and clawing at the doors of their cages, frantic to get at the receptive bitch. The bitch was every bit as desperate, rubbing her swollen hindquarters against her cage walls and howling plaintively. Dora thought she understood only too well the animals' frustration. She felt like unlocking all the dog cages and letting them have at it, except that the customers might not be too happy about it-at least there was no telling what kind of puppies the bitch might produce. Finally, to stop the uproar, she took the bitch into a separate room.
When she returned, one dog was still making a racket, a huge German shepherd named King. Dora glanced at him and saw that his enormous canine prick was lolling out from his furry belly, full and heavy and erect. A modest woman, she'd never allowed herself to stare at a dog's genitals before, even though she'd worked in the clinic for ten ears. She had a vague idea of what a dog cock looked like, but now she studied it closely and was amazed to find it so large and thick. King's great tool was a good nine inches long and fiercely erect, so big and brutal-looking that Dora shuddered. The dog was frantic with lust and was howling shrilly.
"No, King," Dora said soothingly. "Quiet. Calm down, boy."
Her gentle words only excited the animal further. Apparently he thought she was going to let him out to search for the bitch. He barked piercingly and lunged at the door of the cage. The cages were strongly built, but not enough to contain a full-grown German shepherd that was desperate to get out. To Dora's horror, the door of the cage burst open, and King leaped out at her.
Dora screamed and stumbled backwards as the dog hit her. She fell to the floor, dazed and half fainting, and all she could manage to do was roll over on her stomach to protect the more tender parts of her body. She was sure the dog meant to hurt her, and she sobbed in fright as he barked savagely and clambered onto her body. She'd been bitten by frightened and angry animals before-it was fairly routine in her line of work-but the doctor had always been there to rescue her. Now she was alone, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to fight off this enormous, frantic dog. She prayed that he wouldn't hurt her too badly.
In fact King's intentions were not hostile. He'd been raised as a family pet and, in spite of his ferocious appearance, he was a gentle and friendly dog. All he wanted was to find the bitch in heat, whose enticing scent lingered in the room. He didn't see the female dog, however, and the only strong sexual odors he could locate were emanating from between Dora's legs. All day she'd been achingly horny, and the crotch of her panties was soaked and fragrant with her cunt juices. King sniffed excitedly and tracked down the source of the smell, sticking his big wet nose up her skirt. She felt it pressing eagerly against her soaked crotch, heard the big dog panting and whining. She still believed that he meant to attack her, and so she lay quite still so as not to antagonize him further. King pushed her skirt up to her waist but still found his way barred by her panties. With an impatient growl he seized the flimsy lace garment in his teeth and ripped it off.
"Oh, no!" sobbed Dora. "Oh, no, King, please." Ordinarily King would have heard the word no and would have backed off, but in his powerful sexual arousal he ignored her command. With her panties stripped away, she was naked and open to him, her creamy slit exposed. King stuck his cold wet nose into her juicy pussy and sniffed excitedly, howling and wagging his tail. He had found the source of the enticing female scent, or so he thought. His long red canine tongue lolled out, wet and dripping, and he began to lap up Dora's abundant cunt cream.
"Oooooo, my God," gasped Dora.
She realized what was happening, that the big dog was licking her naked pussy, but she wasn't prepared for how good it felt. Hot horny sensations rippled through her body as King's long rough tongue lapped and licked vigorously at her clit, labia, and cunt mouth. She grew hot and flushed all over, and her cunt contracted sharply and spat out another steamy flood of cream. The German shepherd howled with excitement and licked up the new flow of juices, his gigantic busy tongue nosing right up her vagina in his eagerness to taste her. Dora gurgled with surprise and keen pleasure. She knew it was wicked of her to enjoy it, but she'd never felt anything so good in her life. It was even better than having a human lover eat her pussy, because the dog's tongue was longer, thicker, and rougher. King had no inhibitions, either. He licked into every crease and cranny of her slit, cleaning the juice from her convoluted labial folds, her throbbing clit, and from deep inside her quaking vagina. With every sharp stab of pleasure, she creamed again, and the happy dog licked up every drop.
"Ooohhh," Dora wailed. "Ooohhh, my God .... Aaahhh!"
She knew she had to stop this lewd behavior. It just wasn't right, lying there and howling with abandon while a dog licked her cunt. She might be horny, but she wasn't that hard up-or was she? She knew it felt delicious, that she didn't want it to stop, but her conscience was outraged. No, it wasn't right. What if the doctor came back early from his meeting and found her like this? She'd never live it down. She had to make the dog stop. "No, King, no," she said desperately. -The big German shepherd paid no attention to her, oblivious to human commands by now. Panting and wagging his tail, he went on happily licking her creamy slit. In desperation Dora got to her hands and knees and tried to crawl away from him. King barked excitedly as he saw her ass rising into the position of a bitch in heat. It triggered all his strongest sexual impulses, and in his blind need he didn't recognize that Dora was a human female, not a dog. He only saw a raised ass, smelled the unmistakable odor of female arousal. With a loud howl he sprang onto Dora's slender body and began jabbing his enormous thick canine penis into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"Ouch," said Dora, "that hurts, King. No, NO!" It was too late. Nothing she said or did could deter the frantic dog from his efforts to lodge his erect cock in her body. He clung to her like a leech, his furry forearms wrapped around her waist, and Dora couldn't get away from him. She screamed in fright as she felt the brutal pounding of his giant penis against her labia-and then she gave a gasp of horror as he finally found the mark, ramming his thick meat into the mushy little mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, nooo, NOOO," screamed Dora.
King gripped her frail body so tightly that she couldn't escape his penetration no matter how hard she struggled. She screamed and writhed, but it was no use-his huge swollen canine prick thrust inexorably into her body, stretching her narrow vagina almost to bursting, nosing painfully into the pulp of her womb. She was fully skewered on his great dog cock, stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe. King paused just one second to catch his breath, and then he began to hump her in the brutal swift manner of dogs.
"Aaaahhhh, GOD," wailed Dora.
His gigantic prick ripped and pounded in and out of her small cunt, making a lewd sucking and slurping noise as he forced out her cream. Never in her life had she been fucked so hard, fast, and deep. For a while she thought she would faint from fright, but then she realized with astonishment and shame that the dog's savage humping felt incredibly good. In twenty long and miserable years, she'd ached to be fucked but had had only the one brief session with Randy. Her deep passion had been stored up too long, and it required more than a half-grown adolescent cock to release it. Then had come the all-too-short encounter with McDonald, whose adult cock was just what she needed. He hadn't stayed with her nearly long enough, though, he'd only built up her appetite. She wanted to be fucked thoroughly, with brutal force and speed, and King was doing just that to her.
She was terribly ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it. She stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and let the dog hump her at will! She felt his hot saliva dripping onto her back and soaking through her dress, but she didn't care. She needed this fucking so badly. . .. Dora gurgled and whined and wailed like an animal as King's huge doggy cock reamed her vagina and brought her over the delicious edge of climax. She shrieked her pleasure, and her cunt spat load after load of pungent cream as she came. Her homy shrieks and the odor of her female juices brought all the other dogs to attention, and soon the room was filled with frantic barking and howling. Dora didn't hear any of it. She knew only her incredible pleasure as King's swollen meat thrust ever deeper into her body.
She didn't know how many times she came, but she was only half conscious when at last the frantically humping German shepherd yelped shrilly and began to pump a streaming flood of dog-cum into her womb. The hot bath of his cum felt delicious to her, and she squealed without shame as he dug deep into her cunt to deposit his load. No sooner had his climax passed than King, being a dog, forgot all about it and trotted back to his cage. He obediently hopped inside and waited for Dora to close the door.
It took her a while to get to her feet. She was dazed with pleasure and pleasantly sore between her legs. Finally she managed it, weaving across the room, grinning stupidly. She locked King in his cage but was unable to meet his liquid brown eyes, as if the dog could tell her guilty secret. She gathered her torn panties from the floor and went to stuff them in her purse. She'd just have to spend the rest of the day without panties, since King had ripped them to shreds.
She tried not to think about what she'd done, but it was hard to dismiss the fact that she'd just had intercourse with a dog-and that she'd loved every second of it. She must be a terrible person to have sunk so low. Desperately she looked for some kind of distraction, something to take her mind off her terrible shame. She was just going to turn on the radio, when she heard the buzzer, signaling that someone had come in the back door. She prayed that it wasn't the doctor. She was still too upset and dishevelled to face him. She hurried to the storeroom, and there was Randy.
"Oh, Randy," she said breathlessly, "I'd forgotten you were coming today. I don't even remember what we ordered."
"Just this dog food," said Randy, sweating as he hauled the fifty-pound bag through the doorway. "Where should I put it?"
Dora looked around. "The shelves are full," she said. "I guess it'll have to go in the closet. Here, let me help you."
Together they dragged the huge bag of dog food across the room to a small closet. Dora opened the door, and they hauled the bag inside-when a sudden draft made the door slam shut on them. Inside the closet it was pitch black.
"Oh, how silly," said Dora, "I can't even find the door knob."
"Let me try," said Randy. "Oh, I think I can find it," said Dora. They both started fumbling around in the darkness, with the result that Dora accidentally found herself feeling Randy's crotch, and Randy inadvertently slipped his hand up her dress. Randy was more surprised than she was, because he found she wasn't wearing any panties. Embarrassed, they both stood still, and in the darkness they could hear each other's hard breathing.
Randy moved his hand, but his sense of direction was off and he found his fingers trailing through the soft hair of her mons. Dora sighed and tightened her fingers just a little on his crotch. It was too much for Randy, who was plways very easily aroused. His cock blossomed with amazing rapidity, going long and rigid under her hand. This in turn excited Dora, and the boy felt her mons swelling and growing hot beneath his fingers.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he said, "could we-I mean, would you mind if we-" He stopped, cursing his shyness. Why not just say it? "Could we fuck?"
In the darkness Dora blushed hotly. She couldn't understand it, she felt thoroughly ashamed of herself-but she was horny again. She'd just had the most brutal fuck of her life from King, the German shepherd, and her cunt was still raw from the big dog's assault, and yet already she wanted to do it again. It seemed as if she would never have any rest from her passions. She considered the situation briefly. The doctor was supposed to stay at his meeting for the rest of the day, and it was unlikely that any customers would come to the clinic this late in the afternoon. She and Randy were safely hidden in the closet. Everything seemed satisfactory. Most of all, she desperately needed to get laid.
"All right, Randy," she said eagerly, "let's do it."
"Oh, boy," said Randy happily. "This is gonna be fun."
After some maneuvering they managed to get their clothes off, but they found that there was no room for them to lie down, not while sharing the tiny closet with a fifty pound bag of dog food. Dora didn't want to risk doing it out in the lighted and more public part of the clinic.
"We'll try it standing up, Randy," she said. "I imagine it can be done that way."
"Why not?" said Randy happily. After his session with Trudy, he understood that people could make it in just about any conceivable position if they wanted to badly enough. It was fine with him. He wanted to do it every way there was.
He and Dora fumbled around in the pitch black closet, trying to come into contact,- but it was amazingly difficult to do it with no light at all. At last Randy felt her slim, soft ass against his bare belly, and he decided to go ahead and do it to her that way. He'd made it with Trudy backwards, so he figured it would work with Miss Lane, too, even though they were standing up. He seized her hips, and panting with excitement he thrust his stiff little dick forward between her legs. He hit the mark the first time but was rather surprised at the tight fit. He hadn't remembered Miss Lane's cunt being so snug.
"EEEEEE!" shrieked Dora. In the darkness Randy had found an orifice, all right, but it wasn't the one she'd expected. In one eager push he'd managed to poke his cock into her rectum. She yelped with surprise as she felt it gliding up into her, all the way to his balls. She struggled to pull away from him, but Randy was holding her tight around the waist now, humping away busily, blissfully unaware that he was fucking her asshole and not her cunt.
Dora was about to inform him of his mistake, when she realized that buggering had certain advantages. In the first place, her vagina was still sore and raw from her encounter with the German shepherd, and Randy's sharp stiff little dick might have hurt her. In the second place, it felt awfully good being balled in the ass. Dora was surprised to find it so. but it felt just as good as having him in her cunt, maybe even better. She felt the same sharp sensations of pleasure, the same hot arousal, and the fit was better. Randy's half-grown dick was a little too small for her mature vagina, but in her asshole it was just right. Dora giggled naughtily and gave herself up to the pleasure of his fucking, deciding not to tell him that he'd gotten the wrong hole.
"Ohhh, Randy," she squealed, "that feels so good. . .."
"It sure does," the boy panted. "It's so tight, so hot------"
He increased the speed and force of his humping, and he and Dora panted and sighed ecstatically, oblivious to everything else. Meanwhile, Dr. James McDonald was coming in the front door of the clinic. Meetings always bored him pissless, and he'd seized the first opportunity to slip away and get back to his work. He was surprised when he didn't find Miss Lane at the reception desk. She was so conscientious about minding the office when he was away. Maybe she was in the bathroom. He waited, then went to listen at the bathroom door. He heard nothing.
"Miss Lane," he said timidly, "are you in there?"
There was no reply. He opened the door and found the room empty. He began a room by room search of the clinic, growing annoyed at her neglect of her duties. It just wasn't like Dora. Finally he reached the storeroom and didn't see her there, either. He heard a strange noise, however, and he stopped to listen. From somewhere in the room he heard panting, sighing, and moaning. He thought Dora might be lying sick somewhere, and he made a slow circuit of the room, trying to find her. He paused by the closet door and listened sharply.
"Ohhh," came Dora's wild voice, "ahhh, Randy, that feels so good. Yes, yes, do it to me. Ahhh, God, yes, fuck me!"
Dr. McDonald went beet red over every inch of his tall lanky body. He wasn't a very experienced man, but it didn't take him long to understand what was happening in the closet. He seethed with shock-and with jealousy. She was doing it with that damned kid, that grocery boy. It wasn't right, she was HIS woman. . . . Furiously Dr. McDonald tore open the closet door. There stood Dora and Randy, stark naked, the boy's erect cock half inserted in her rectum.
They stared at him and went pale. "Miss Lane," he bellowed, "you're fired!"
Chapter Eleven
"Fired?" Dora said in a low, shocked voice.
She was too stunned and horrified even to move. It didn't really matter whether she moved or not, anyhow, since McDonald had already seen everything there was to see-her nakedness and Randy's, the boy's pale little penis halfway up her rectum. There wasn't much more the doctor needed to know. Of course she was fired. What else could she expect after being caught having anal intercourse with the delivery boy in a closet? It wasn't exactly standard behavior for a veterinarian's assistant. Dora hung her head and began to weep.
She felt Randy's small cock going limp and slipping out of her bumhole. The boy was pale and trembling. McDonald glared at him so fiercely that for a moment Dora thought the doctor might attack the boy. Nevertheless, Randy walked right up to him and said as boldly as he could, "Just wait a minute, Dr. McDonald. This wasn't Miss Lane's fault. I forced her. It was all my doing. Please don't fire her."
"Bullshit," said the doctor. "I heard what she was saying. She wasn't forced. I'll fire her or do anything I like about this incident-and the first thing I want is for you to get out of here, young man. Get dressed and get out, right now." "Now, wait-" said Randy.
"Randy," Dora said quietly, "do as he says. I'll see that you're not involved. Just go on now, and let me handle it."
In fact Randy was scared shitless of the tall, glowering doctor and was more than happy to take Dora's advice. He hurriedly gathered up his scattered clothing, put it on, and rushed out the back door of the clinic. Only then did Dora move. Almost languidly she bent down and started gathering her clothes from the floor of the closet. "I'll go at once, Doctor," she said, "as soon as I get dressed. I only ask that you leave the boy out of this. He's too young to be responsible for his actions, to know right from wrong. He lied to protect me-but in fact, I seduced him. It's all my fault that this happened."
Dr. McDonald knew Dora well enough to know that she wasn't lying, but he still found it hard to comprehend what she was telling him. It didn't seem possible that prim, repressed, spinsterish Dora Lane would seduce a fourteen-year-old boy and allow him to bugger her. What could have driven her to do such a thing?
"Why, Dora, why?" said the doctor. "What made you do an insane thing like this?"
Dora's eyes flashed angrily. " 'Insane', Doctor? Is it insane to have normal sexual needs? My problem is that simple. I need love, like any other woman, but because I'm not attractive, because I'm too old, I couldn't find a man. At least I couldn't find one my own age. So I took what I could get. I'm sorry if that shocks you, but I don't believe it's insane."
McDonald wasn't shocked so much as he was jealous. He'd had no idea that his prim assistant had "normal sexual needs"-she'd always behaved as if sex didn't exist for her-but if he'd known, he certainly would have been overjoyed to take care of those needs himself. He was jealous that she'd turned to a teenage boy instead. Damn it, if only he'd understood, he and Dora wouldn't have wasted all this time.
"Miss Lane-Dora," he said anxiously, "please forget what I said just now. Of course you're not fired. I just blattered that out because I was upset. And I don't-think you're insane. Now that you've explained things, I understand. I just wish you'd told me sooner. You see, Dora, I' prepared to help you."
She was half dressed, standing there in her bra and panties, when the enraptured doctor made a sudden leap for her. Dora shrieked as his powerful arms went around her, and then he squeezed her frail body against his and began kissing her clumsily but passionately. One of his big hands slid eagerly down her silky body, inside her panties, and groped for her clit. Dora was taken completely off guard, but it didn't take' her long to make up her mind about his sudden attack. She was furious. He was just like all men. Now that he knew she'd do it, he wanted some for himself. He was just a horny beast like the rest of them.
She struggled out of his embrace and said angrily, "Take your hands off me. No matter what you think, Doctor, I'm not available to any man who happens to be horny. You had your chance, all these years, and you never made a move till you found me with Randy. You don't care about me at all. You just want to get laid."
"Dora, that's not true," he said earnestly. "I love you. I was just too shy to tell you before, and I thought you weren't interested."
Dora blushed deeply. She wanted very much to believe him, but still she didn't trust him. He had to be put to the test. "Oh, you love me, do you?" she said coldly. "Well, I wonder how much you'll love me when I tell you that just about an hour ago I made it with one of the dogs." "WHAT?" said the doctor. "You heard me," Dora said grimly. "It started out as an accident. There was a bitch in heat, and King, the German shepherd, forced his way out of his cage to get at her. He got me instead. I admit, Doctor, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps that's what happens to a woman when she can't find normal outlets for her needs. Anyhow, I did it with a dog, and I loved it. What do you think of that?"
Dr. McDonald was profoundly shocked. This woman, who had always seemed so prim and modest and decent, was guilty not only of seducing a boy young enough to be her son, she even admitted to having sex with an animal. It was too much. He lowered his eyes and said dully, "I suppose you'd better leave, Miss Lane. You and I seem to have two completely different sets of morals."
Dora snorted indignantly as she continued to dress. "Oh, we're back to 'Miss Lane' now, are we? No more 'Dora'? How quickly your feelings change, Doctor. I noticed you called me Dora when you raped me, but I suppose there was nothing wrong with fucking an unconscious woman. What I did was wrong, but what you did was perfectly all right."
"Dora, please," the doctor said miserably.
"Oh, shut up," said Dora. "I'm tired of your hypocrisy. I've had ten years of it, and that's more than enough. All that time, according to you, you wanted me. Well, I wanted you, too, but you let me suffer. I needed you desperately, but you did nothing. It's your fault that I was forced to find satisfaction with a dog and a boy. If you had any guts, this never would have happened, because I'd have been perfectly content with YOU, James McDonald. Now, as far as I'm concerned, you can go fuck yourself."
She had finished dressing, and now she marched out of the storeroom. McDonald felt guilty and sheepish. Everything she said was true. If he'd only had the courage to declare his love, none of these terrible things would have happened. Dora would not have been driven to find unnatural and perverse outlets for her lust. McDonald took care of his needs by going to a whore once a week, but as a woman, Dora had no such recourse. He really couldn't blame her for what she'd done. He felt ashamed of himself for putting her down. He loved her more than ever, but now she was going to walk out of his life for good-unless he finally proved himself a man, unless he finally gathered his courage and did something.
"DORA," he said, running after her.
Dora was just entering the waiting room, where several customers sat with their pets. Ignoring them, McDonald raced up to Dora, grabbed her, and dragged her back into the office.
"Let go of me," she said.
"No, never," said McDonald. "I love you, and you're not leaving."
The customers watched this performance goggle-eyed. One of them, a bony old woman holding a cage of parakeets, finally said, "Oh, Doctor, will you be seeing any patients today?"
McDonald, disheveled and panting, appeared briefly in the doorway. "No," he said, "I will not be seeing any patients. Get those damned animals out of here. Take them home, set them free, eat them for dinner-anything, but LEAVE. And lock the door as you go, please."
The bony old lady shrugged and headed for the door. "Let's do as he says," she told the other startled customers. "Even doctors go crazy now and then."
McDonald paid no more attention. Dora was kicking and pummeling him, and he had all he could do to keep his hold on her. "I love you," he said over and over again, "I won't let you leave."
"Hypocrite," said Dora, trying to claw loose from his grip. "Prude. Male chauvinist." Her face blazed with anger, which only excited him more. She seemed much prettier when there was animation in her face.
With one powerful movement he managed to wrestle her to the floor, and then he began ripping off her clothes while she screamed and fought. He'd begun by trying to calm her, to convince her of his love, but now he found himself violently lusty for her. To hell with words, he's SHOW her how he felt. Ignoring her clawing nails and pounding fists, he tore her dress right down the middle and cast it aside. He ripped her bra in half and tugged at her panties till they were rags. At last she lay there blushing and naked, and McDonald felt his penis going rock-hard at the sight of her lovely pale body.
"You animal," she panted, "let me go."
"Not a chance," said McDonald. "I'm going to ball you, Dora, like you've never been balled before. You won't need any teenagers or German shepherds when you see what I can do for you."
She screamed again and managed to roll away from him as he let go of her to unbutton his shirt. He started to reach out for her, then desisted. She wouldn't be going far without any clothes. He continued his hasty undressing, while the dazed woman got to her hands and knees and began crawling cautiously towards the door. She kept looking around at him suspiciously, as if she expected him to pounce on her again. When she looked, he grinned lewdly. It was very enticing watching her crawl around naked. He was fascinated by the sight of her scarlet pussy with its delicate fringe of reddish hairs. He saw the tiny dark mouth of her cunt and remembered how tight and hot it was in there. His long thick cock gave a hungry twitch in his pants. It was so stiff that he had a helluva time getting his pants off over it, and while he was engaged in this struggle, Dora got to her feet, wrenched open the office door, and fled into the waiting room.
She ran right into a uniformed city policeman, who jumped and blushed at the sight of her. "Uh, pardon me, lady," he said, "but some people just told me there was some trouble in here. A fight or something." He gazed helplessly at her bare jiggling breasts.
Dora blushed crimson. She realized that if she didn't act fast, the doctor would be in trouble, perhaps even lose his clinic. In spite of their disagreements, she didn't want that to happen to him. She assumed her grim spinsterish expression and said in a businesslike tone, "Nonsense, officer. Those people didn't understand. The doctor and I were trying to subdue a very difficult patient, a large dog. My clothes were torn, and I was just looking for something else to wear. Everything is all right."
The policeman reluctantly took his eyes off her pretty little auburn snatch. "Well, if you say so, ma'am," he said. "You're sure I can't help?"
"Not unless you want to be bitten by a rabid dog," said Dora.
"Not especially," said the cop, heading for the door. When it slammed behind him, Dora locked it and put up the "Closed" sign. She wanted to settle her differences with McDonald without outside interference. This between her and the doctor alone. She turned back toward the office.
The doctor was just coming through the door. He was stark naked, and his enormous pale cock was rigid in its erection, pointing upward and swaying heavily. His hair-covered testicles were greatly swollen, so that he moved stiffly and gingerly. The head of his prick, engorged and purple, was oozing thick juice that coursed down his stiff shaft. He grinned at Dora.
"Come here, my dear," he said. "Let's cut out all this bullshit and have a nice long fuck."
"You beast," said Dora.
She backed away from him, looking for some way to escape. He was blocking the doorway, so she couldn't get past him into the back rooms of the clinic where she might have been able to hide. She didn't want to run out the front door and create a spectacle by racing naked down a main street of town. There was just one other way, the open receptionists's window between the waiting room and the office. It was about four feet off the ground and rather narrow, but she thought she could jump through it. She ran for it, and McDonald growled and lumbered after her. Dora leaped-showing more strength and agility than she thought she possessed-and sailed cleanly into the open window. That is, she sailed until she got to her hips-then she was stuck. The force of her leap had wedged her firmly in the small passage, and she was trapped there with her head and tits in the office and her ass and legs in the waiting room. She gasped and flinched as she felt McDonald's big hands settling hotly on her trembling buttocks.
"Gotcha," he said.
"Oh, nooo," said Dora. "Please, Doctor, use your head!"
"I was thinking of using my cock," said McDonald.
"DOCTOR!"
There was nothing she could do. She was stuck and helpless, a victim to his crazy lust. She sobbed and pleaded with him, but he paid no attention to her distress. She felt his harsh hot breath on her bare ass, felt his big hands drawing her legs apart, the cool air of the waiting room on her naked slit. She blushed as she imagined him looking hungrily at her most intimate parts. Nothing was hidden from him, and he could do anything he wanted with her.
McDonald slowly spread Dora's legs until there was room for him to stand between them. He was panting with horniness, but he took his time, wanting everything to be just right. He wasn't interested in just fucking her-he wanted her to enjoy it, too, wanted her to admit that he was the best lover she'd ever had. He knew she was furious with him right now, but he wanted to literally ball her out of her black mood. When he was firmiy positioned between her legs, he reached out and seized the fat red bud of her clit, kneading it gently but sensuously between his fingers. Dora gasped and flinched, and he saw sudden moisture appearing on her pussy as she experienced the first sharp jabs of pleasure.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Please, no, don't____"
"Why not?" he said, chuckling. "You like it." "No, I don't," Dora said haughtily. "No, I-ahhh___"
He massaged her wet little clit more swiftly, and a gush of juice spat from her cunt, telling him how much she enjoyed it. He grinned to himself. He rubbed and kneaded her hot trembling clit till it was still and wet with arousal, till Dora was gritting her teeth in order not to reveal her joy. Then he moved his fingers slowly, teasingly, through the sensitive tissues of her labia, making her sigh and tremble, till he reached the bumpy brown mouth of her anus. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger, and Dora's slender body turned red.
"Doctor," she gasped, "NO! That's not right. Please____"
"What do you mean, it's not right?" he said, laughing. "The boy fucked you there, and you liked it. I know-I was listening at the closet door." She blushed even redder at these words and was silent. McDonald went on rubbing the tightly clenched mouth of her anus, and very slowly the sphincter muscle relaxed, allowing him to insert the tip of his little finger. He wriggled it inside, marveling at the tightness and heat of her rectum.
Someday, when the circumstances were right, he would ball her there, using that hind passage which was tighter than any cunt on earth-but for now he didn't want to put her off. He gently thrust his finger in deeper, right to the last knuckle, and felt it gripped powerfully by the slick muscular walls of her rectum. She lay rigid and silent, neither protesting nor expressing enjoyment. He began to pump his finger in her tight little asshole, employing it like a miniature cock. Dora gasped explosively, and the cream began to run out of her cunt in thick rivers. Still she refused to acknowledge her pleasure.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he said slyly. "NO," Dora said weakly, "nooo. . . . It's dirty, disgusting. Please, stop it!"
"Unh-unh," said the doctor, "not a chance. I know you like it. Why don't you admit it? You were frank enough with me a while ago, when you told me about the dog. When you told me to go fuck myself."
Dora closed her eyes in shame. He was right, she was being hypocritical. She wondered why she found it so hard to tell him that he was turning her on. Perhaps her old prudery still lingered, perhaps she thought he wouldn't respect her if she appeared to enjoy sex. That was ridiculous, and yet it was true. Also she was angry with him and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She gritted her teeth to hold back her sighs and moans. His finger worked faster and faster in her aroused ass: It felt marvelous, she was almost ready to cum, but she wasn't going to admit it-not if she could help it.
McDonald wasn't fooled by her silence. He could see the steady flood of hot cream from her cunt, which told him that she was powerfully aroused by his swift finger-fucking of her rectum. He knew that her pride and anger kept her from admitting her pleasure, but he intended to get past that barrier, to make her confess everything. He'd saved the greatest pleasure for last, and he was willing to bet that she couldn't keep quiet about it.
He popped his finger from her pungent tight asshole, seized his heavy erect prick, and stuck the creamy head into the steamy little mouth of her oozing cunt. Dora wailed in protest, but he didn't stop. Very slowly, shuddering as he buried himself in her heat and wetness, he pushed in, gradually achieving full penetration of her soaked little vaginal passage. He didn't stop until his balls came to rest against her labia, until the sensitive glans of his cock pressed her womb. Dora wailed shrilly, although it was impossible to tell whether she was expressing pleasure or outrage. When he was fully into her, McDonald sighed deeply, then began to move his hips, fucking her very slowly and deeply. Her cream boiled around him, and her vaginal muscles hugged and gripped his meat, but still she kept silent except for a soft steady moaning.
"Come on, Dora," he panted, "admit it. You like it. You like me to fuck you."
"Nooo," she whimpered.
"Yes," he said. "You like having my cock in you. It's good. You're creaming all over me, damn it-why don't you admit how good it feels?"
She shook her head violently, but at the same time he felt her small hot cunt gripping his cock like a vise, blindly trying to pull him deeper into her belly. Her cream dripped out to wet his balls and splatter on the floor, and her body was deeply flushed and trembling with horniness. Never in his life had he seen a woman so powerfully aroused-but she was a stubborn woman, too, and she wouldn't admit her pleasure. McDonald took a deep breath and began to hump her faster, harder, literally slamming his big prick in and out of her, shaking her frail body with the force of his attack, setting up an obscene squishing and slurping noise as his immensely thick shaft forced out her cream. Dora was beaten, and she knew it. She simply couldn't deny her joy any longer, couldn't keep still. It was the greatest fuck of her life, the kind she'd always wanted and needed, and she knew that she didn't want any other man besides Dr. McDonald. She began to wail blissfully.
"Tell me," he panted. "Tell me you like it!" "Ohhh, yesss," cried Dora, "yes, yes, I love it. Do it to me, James, ball me hard. I love it, I love it____Aaaggghhh!!!"
Dr. McDonald grinned triumphantly and began fucking her even harder and faster. He took great joy in watching her explode into climax, howling and writhing, and he managed to make her cum again and again. At last he could hold out no longer, and with a joyful bellow he shot his load into her quivering womb. Dora received it happily, opening her legs as wide as she could. "Now will you marry me?" he gasped. "Not until you get me unstuck from this window," said Dora.
"Oh, that's simple," he said. "I'll just rub a little oil on you, and you'll pop right out."
"Well, why didn't you do that before?" she said.
"I had my reasons," the doctor said mysteriously.
Chapter Twelve
After leaving the clinic, Randy wondered just what he ought to do. His conscience told him to go to his boss and report everything, but he didn't want to lose his job, and if Miss Lane kept her promise, noqody would know about the scandal anyway. He decided to play it cool, to hope that Miss Lane could persuade the doctor not to report the incident. He delivered the rest of the groceries on his route, then headed for home. He was only halfway there, however, when he found himself taking a detour in the direction of Trudy's house. The doctor had interrupted his delicious session with Dora, and he hadn't cum. His young cock was still stiff with need. He prayed that Trudy would be home alone and would take care of him.
It was growing dark as he parked his bike in the alley behind Trudy's house and crept up to peer in the windows. He couldn't see any car in the driveway, but that didn't tell him much, because the garage door was closed. Her husband just might be home, and Randy wanted to be sure of this before he went in. He peeked into the kitchen and saw no one. Then he circled around to the side of the house and peered into the bedroom window. He saw plenty.
Trudy was in the bedroom with a man he'd never seen before. He knew it wasn't her husband Willis. This man was a blonde giant, an incredibly muscular guy with modishly long blonde hair and beard. Apparently he and Trudy had just entered the room, for she was closing the door and locking it. The blonde guy was eyeing her lovely plump buttocks and grinning. Trudy was wearing tight slacks and a red sweater that clung to her body and boldly outlined her enormous, firm breasts. She looked delicious, and Randy felt his small cock twitch with excitement. He was worried, though. What was Trudy doing in a locked bedroom with this strange man? Was it possible that she had another lover besides Randy? He felt miserable and angry at the thought. He wanted to pound on the window and demand an explanation. His common sense told him to wait, however, and find out just exactly what was going on.
Trudy turned to the man and smiled invitingly. She held out her arms, and the big guy stepped forward and gathered her up, kissing her passionately. Her head was bent far back because of the man's superior height, and from the busy working of her jaw muscles Randy could tell that she was sticking her tongue in the guy's mouth. His huge hands found her big ripe breasts and began squeezing them possessively. Trudy wriggled lustily and pressed closer to the blonde giant. Randy turned purple with jealousy.
They broke the kiss, and for the first time since entering the room, they spoke. Randy could hear them distinctly because the bedroom window was open a little. "Listen," the man said in a deep, pleasant voice, "you sure this is safe? Your husband and kids won't walk in on us?"
"Don't worry about it, Nick," said Trudy. "My husband is out of town, my son is staying with a friend, and my daughter is in her room studying. I told her I was taking a nap and not to disturb me. Everything is cool."
"That's great," Nick said, grinning, "because I want you so badly, I'm almost cumming right now."
Trudy grinned without shame and began to unzip her pants. "I can hardly wait," she said. "The minute I saw you, I got horny."
"The feeling was mutual, baby," said Nick, unbuckling his belt.
Randy was angry enough to kill, but something held him back, kept him a silent observer of the scene in the bedroom. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the powerful Nick could squash him like a bug if he caused any trouble, or perhaps it was the fear that Trudy would laugh at him if he offered himself as a substitute for Nick. Miserably,
Randy knew he didn't stand a chance of breaking up this adult affair. Why, then, was he torturing himself by watching? It was because he had only one hope left, the hope that Nick would fail to please Trudy, that she would come back to Randy. It was a dim hope, but he wanted to find out.
Trudy and Nick had their clothes off in record time, and for a moment they stared at each other in delight, admiring each other's superb bodies. Randy's heart sank. Nick was a perfect specimen of adult male, heavily muscled, tall, handsome, and tan. His broad chest was matted with thick golden hair, and Trudy was clearly turned on by it. Poor Randy didn't have a single hair on his thin chest. Worst of all, Nick seemed to have the biggest cock in the Western Hemisphere, perhaps in the whole world. Randy had never dreamed a prick could be that long and thick. It was a good ten inches at least, and so thick that he wondered how Trudy would be able to take it into her body. Trudy obviously wasn't worried about it-she grinned delightedly as she studied Nick's huge stiff tool and his swollen golden-fuzzed balls.
"Wow," she said, "are you ever hung."
Nick grinned proudly. "You're not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he said. "I never saw a bigger, nicer pair of jugs. But let's not just stand here and admire each other. Let's ball."
"Let's," said Trudy, giggling excitedly.
Nick held out his powerful arms, and Trudy leaped into them, springing right off the floor. She landed with her long shapely legs wrapped around his waist, and Nick slipped his huge paws under her big creamy buttocks. She was a big lush woman, but he maneuvered her easily, lifting her ass and letting her down again on the gigantic impalement of his erect meat. The swollen purple glans popped into her wet hair-fringed little cunt, and Trudy gasped loudly as the thick penis slowly fought its way into her narrow vagina. Her eyes widened, and she seemed to be getting stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe.
"OH, OHHH," she panted, "Oh, my God, It's HUGE!"
Nick chuckled. "Not too big for you, is it?"
She grinned naughtily. "Are you kidding? It's great. I've been waiting for a dick like this all my life."
It seemed to take a very long time, the fit was so tight, but he finally managed to get his huge cock all the way into her, till Randy could see nothing but his enormous swollen balls. Trudy's eyes rolled crazily as he penetrated her, her lovely face a grimace of sensual pleasure. Her cream flooded around his shaft, soaking his bristly testicles and dripping to the floor. She dug her nails into his shoulders and whimpered shrilly.
"Ahhh, God, that's wonderful," she sighed. "Bail me now, Nick. Give it to me really hard."
"That's just what I had in mind, baby," he said.
Carrying her effortlessly, he walked over to the bed and gently let her down on it, till she rested on her back, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He took her legs and unwound them, lifting them up to rest on his powerful shoulders. This way Trudy's thighs were opened very wide, and
Randy could see just the base of Nick's enormously fat pale cock stretching her tiny wet hole. He seemed far too large for her, but Trudy wasn't in pain. She was grinning lewdly at him, obviously delighted with her new lover. "Hurry, hurry," she said.
Nick's hips began to jerk, and his incredibly long cock began to fly in and out of her cunt so fast that Randy was dazzled by its speed. Her cream splattered out with each powerful thrust, wetting Nick's taut belly, and her lush body shook with the violence of his fucking, her big creamy tits jiggling like jello. Randy thought the action would be too rough for her, but she seemed more turned on than ever. She howled with pleasure and began to jerk her whole pelvis in time to Nick's thunderous strokes, taking his heavy meat right up to her womb.
"Oh, my God, that's good," she wailed. "I love it, Nick, I love it. Don't ever stop. Oh, Christ, YES!"
Trudy felt she had never been happier. At last she'd found the lover of her dreams. She'd been shopping that day and had happened to pass a construction site, where Nick, one of the workers, had whistled loudly at her. Boldly, Trudy had invited him to come home with her. She'd been a little frightened and shocked at her action, but now she knew she'd done the right thing. Nick was a man who could keep her satisfied, who could make up for Willis' inept lovemaking. She wouldn't need anyone else from now on. Certainly she wouldn't need poor little Randy, whose adolescent prick just wasn't big enough to take care of her mature needs. She didn't look forward to telling Randy the bad news, but she wasn't concerned with that now. She knew nothing but the blinding pleasure of having her hungry little pussy brutally raped by Nick's gigantic prick.
She began to cum, and in her ecstasy she threw her long legs high in the air, opening her belly completely to his jabbing meat. She screamed with delight, and her body shook violently in the spasms of her climax. Nick, an experienced lover, managed to hold off his own pleasure till he had fucked her half crazy, making her cum again and again, till she lost count. In her excitement she screamed obscenities, writhed, yelped, and begged for more. Nick had a triumphant grin on his face, as would any man could manage, to provoke such a wild response from a beautiful woman like Trudy.
"Oh, my God, Nick," she sighed at last, "you've fucked me raw. I just can't cum anymore. Get yours now, darling."
"I believe I will," said Nick.
His hips flew again, his pale prick sawed furiously in her mushy little hole, and then suddenly his eyes rolled back in his head and he gave a long drawn-out howl of pleasure. Trudy gasped happily as she felt the heavy hot flood of his cum in her belly. He pumped and pumped, till his juices overflowed her little hole and dripped onto the floor. At last he gave a deep sigh and went still, grinning down at her, glistening with sweat.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked. "Do I pass?"
"Oh, Christ, yes," sighed Trudy. "That was the best fuck I ever had."
Nick looked serious for a moment. "Look, Trudy," he said, "I know you don't want to divorce your husband and break up your family, but you will keep seeing me, won't you?"
"Of course, Nick," she said eagerly. "I want to be with you as often as I can. Every day, I hope. I can arrange it."
"And you'll be my girl from now on?" he said.
"Yes," said Trudy. "I won't need any other man."
That was too much for Randy. It had been bad enough watching the scene in the bedroom, realizing that his body was puny and his cock tiny in comparison to Trudy's new lover. It was bad enough watching another guy ball her into ecstasy. It was simply too much to hear Trudy say that from now on Nick would be her only lover, leaving Randy out in the cold. He couldn't stand it. He had to fight for his rights, had to at least try to win Trudy back. Angrily he pushed open the window and leaped into the room.
"What the hell?" said Nick. He leaped back, his limp meat slipping from Trudy's bruised little cunt. He and Randy faced each other, glaring, hands on hips.
"Trudy is MY girl," said Randy. "I won't let you take her away."
Nick snorted contemptuously. "Are you kidding? You're just a little kid. She needs a man-a real man."
Randy grew red with fury. "I'm as much a man as you are, mister," he said, "and I'm ready to prove it." He clenched his fists and moved toward Nick.
"WAIT," cried Trudy, leaping off the bed. "It's really flattering that you two should want to fight over me," she said soothingly, "but I think this problem can be solved without violence." She said gently to Randy, "It's true what Nick says. I need a grown man. I'm afraid it's over between us, Randy, but we can still be friends."
"Friends, shit," Randy said miserably. "I want to be your man, Trudy."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but that's not possible. I've made my choice. Surely you can understand, Randy-I need a man my own age. You need a girl your own age."
"Fat chance of that," said Randy. "No girl my age will go all the way. Please, Trudy, can't you have both me and him?" he was so desperate that he was even willing to share her with Nick, although he hated the guy's guts. He couldn't stand the thought of not getting laid again for years and years, till he was an adult.
Trudy saw the desperation in the boy's face, and suddenly she had an inspiration. She'd said he needed a girl his own age-and she could provide one. A conscientious mother, Trudy had been alert to the growing signs of maturity in her daughter, the girl's softly swelling hips, newly budding breasts, and her sudden intense interest in boys. Like mother, like daughter-Trudy's little girl had inherited all of her mother's deep sexual needs and instincts, and Trudy didn't think it was right that the girl should have to wait for marriage to have her needs fulfilled. She'd been hoping that the right boy would come along, and now she'd found him. Randy was mature for his age, bright, decent, and thoughtful. She couldn't possibly find a better boyfriend for her little girl.
"No, Randy," she said, smiling, "I won't let you share me with Nick. Even I don't need that much action. But I'm not going to leave you high and dry, either. I'll take care of you-or, rather, I know someone who will. Come with me for a minute." Sullenly Randy accompanied her out of the room and down the hall to another bedroom door. "You haven't met my daughter Stacy," she said, "but I'm sure you'll like her. She's thirteen, just a year younger than you, but she's-well, very mature for her age."
Trudy knocked at the door, and a sweet low voice said, "Come in." Trudy stepped inside, followed by Randy, who was blushing at this unexpected introduction. On the bed sat the most beautiful teenage girl he'd ever seen in his life. Stacy Martin was petite but enticing, with long coltish legs, pert little tits, and a mop of curly black hair. Her big brown eyes widened appreciatively when she saw the handsome blonde boy who accompanied her mother.
"Stacy," said Trudy, "I want you to meet Randy Jones, our grocery delivery boy. Randy would like to stay and talk to you for a while, if you don't mind. I'm going back to bed now and, uh, finish my nap."
"Why, of course, Mom," said Stacy. "I'd just love to get better acquainted with Randy."
Trudy left the room quietly, and the two teenagers looked shyly at each other. "Hi," said Randy.
"Hi," said Stacy. "Won't you sit down? I'm sorry there's no chair, but you can sit on the bed with me."
"Sure," said Randy eagerly.
Stacy was wearing a baby doll nightgown of filmy blue that left very little to the imagination. Randy could see the dark points of her tiny nipples and the faint fuzz of her girlish mons. She was sitting crosslegged on the bed, and he couldn't help noticing that as she studied him the crotch of her nightie grew moist.
"You know, Stacy," he said, "I think we're gonna get along just great."