When an older woman seduces a young boy the reasons for her actions may be numerous and circumstances can play a major role. When thrown into the presence of a hot-blooded, teenage boy, and left alone with him for any length of time, her resistance to his charms may break down at last, and she will allow him, even encourage him, to peel off his Levi's and find out what it is like with a woman. An affair such as this may not be accepted by society, but a least it is understandable.
Occasionally, however, a different type of woman comes along, a woman who is not the innocent victim of circumstances, but the victim of the lustful desires pounding in her veins. This type of woman does not limit her indulgence to a one-time affair with an adolescent boy. She is obsessed on a full-time basis with a craving for teenage boys, and older men hold little or no interest for her. She deliberately seeks out the chance to be alone with a boy and arranges things so that such chances arrive again and again with one boy after another.
The actions of such a woman may seem unpardonable at first glance, but on closer examination it will be seen that her actions are actually less deserving on condemnation. She has no more control over what she is doing than the kleptomaniac who steals merchandise for the psychological thrill of the theft itself. Her obsession with young boys is more than a preference, it is a sickness for which there is no cure. Even psychiatric consultation can do little more than help her understand and accept the way she is, not change the way she is.
Donna West is such a woman. She is an even rarer breed, however. Her desire for teenage boys has lain dormant within her for forty long years. It begins to become uncovered by her contact with a fifteen-year-old boy who works part-time in her place of employment. Daily contact with the handsome youth brings her desires to the surface. A hitchhiking boy brings her desires to the boiling point. At last her perversion explodes with uncontrollable repercussions when she suddenly gains control of her fifteen-year-old paperboy and finds she can blackmail him into doing anything she wants. What she wants him to do, and the other boys in this book as well, will come as a shock to most readers.
Once her inhibitions are destroyed she takes delight in performing the most perverse acts imaginable and seduces one youth after another, trying to satisfy an insatiable hunger that can only, in the end, devour her like the uncontrollable monster which turns on its own creator.
It is hoped that this book will help the reader to understand the psychological motivations control- ling the actions of such a woman as Donna West.
Her stronger than normal sex drive, concentrated as it is on teen-age boys, grows to the point of obsession, and nothing else can match its importance in her life. She is willing to, and does, risk everything to satisfy her hunger.
Should Donna be condemned or pardoned for her actions? That is for the reader to decide.
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CHAPTER ONE
Donna studied the young office boy's tightly bound rectum with interest as he stood with his back toward her, filing letters in the filing cabinet. It was four-thirty, and Friday night, and work in the office had almost come to a standstill as everyone waited for the magic moment of five o'clock and the beginning of the weekend.
Chuck turned his head suddenly and caught her staring down at his rear end. He smiled. "What are you gonna do over the weekend, Donna?"
She blushed, knowing that he had caught her admiring his tight, young buns, and she felt a surge of shame at the interest she was displaying. "Nothing much. What about you, Chuck?"
The fifteen-year-old office helper smiled and brushed back a shock of soft brown hair from his forehead. "Oh, I guess I'll do a little cruisin', that is, if I can get Dad to lend me the car."
"Cruising?"
"Yeah, you know, try to pick up a girl or something?"
"Oh." Donna nodded, and lowered her eyes.
The shame she felt for having been caught ogling his teenage bottom deepened. She had actually been displaying interest in a fifteen-year-old boy, a lad young enough to be her son. She was forty years old. Young Chuck must be laughing to himself at the idea that she liked his body.
Chuck reached down and scratched his crotch, staring right into her eyes as his fingers rubbed around that forbidden area right between his legs. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw her face flush with obvious interest at the sight of what he was doing to himself. "It itches," he said, studying her face for a reaction, his own face very serious. "Maybe I'll come by your place, if I can get the car."
Donna didn't answer. Her eyes were riveted on the sight of his fingers pressing down around his penis and rubbing up and down. She knew she should tell him to stop it, or at the very least turn her head and not look, but she was spellbound.
"That is, if you want me to."
"Wh .. . What?" Donna asked.
"Do you mind if I drop by your house Sunday afternoon? We could ..." He gasped. "Oh, damn that feels good. It itches like crazy."
Donna's lips forced themselves into a smile. The bulge he was rubbing was growing bigger, and she could see the shape of his cockhead mushrooming outward and pressing against the clothing stretched atop it. He was getting a hard-on.
"We could shoot the shit," Chuck said. He was practically masturbating now. His fingers were rubbing hard and fast against the shape of his burgeoning erection.
"Oh, Chuck!" Donna shook her head with disbelief.
The young boy tore his hand away from his excited genitals with dismay and dropped to a crouching position so that the shape of his excited penis would be hidden from her view. "I'm sorry, Donna. I'm so hot I can't stand it."
"Don't worry about it, Chuck."
"I feel so ashamed. I shouldn't do that in front of you. I shouldn't ask to come by your house. You know why I really wanted to come by, don't you?"
Donna nodded. As he crouched there before her open-front kneehole desk, she spread her legs. The boy's eyes bulged. He could see all the way up her creamy, smooth legs to her panties. He stared at the patch of blue silk that was stretched over the lips of her cunt and gave a low moan of despair. His prick jerked hard in his pants, and he could feel a surge of pre-seminal fluid being drawn up through his shaft and spurting out inside his underpants.
A sudden sense of shame flooded Donna and she let her legs spring shut, hiding her panty-clad pussy from his eyes.
Chuck raised up slowly, no longer trying to hide his excited state. He began rubbing the jerking bulge in the front of his pants once again. "Can I come over Sunday afternoon, then?" he asked, spreading his legs apart to give her a good view of what he was doing.
"I don't know. I'm not sure you should. I. . ."
"Please, Donna." Chuck pushed his fingers down around his penis so that its outline was clearly revealed.
Donna gasped. The boy's tool was at least six inches long. The fifteen-year-old teenager had a cock as big as a man's. It was so hard she could see the veins in its sides pulsating through his clothing.
"Please!" he begged.
Donna's heart went out to the boy. "Well, all right," she said, "but that doesn't mean I. . ."
"Ah gee, thank you, Donna. I'll see you Sunday afternoon."
Chuck grabbed a file folder and ran from the room, holding it down over the bulge in his crotch so that the girls in the outer office couldn't see his excited state.
Donna heaved a heavy sigh as she squirmed uneasily in her seat. She had the hots for a fifteen-year-old boy who wasn't even out of high school yet. Since the day Chuck had been hired to work a couple hours every afternoon, she had been interested in him. She had come up with endless excuses to get him in her office alone. While he had been busy with the jobs she had dreamed up, she had been sneaking glimpses of his long lean legs and smooth, tight bottom. She had allowed her eyes to take in countless shots of his tightly packed crotch.
She had always tried to be careful, but he had caught her looking at him a few times. He had undoubtedly begun to suspect why she was really calling him into her office all the time. Today, when he had caught her looking at his ass, he had been sure at last.
Donna realized she was marked now. She had actually allowed him to rub his genitals right in front of her. The boy knew she wanted him, and his asking to come to her house Sunday afternoon was the proof. He intended to fuck her.
.Donna stood up and walked over and shut the door, blocking out the Friday-night noise from the outer offices. She leaned back against the door to assure her privacy and pulled her dress up and shoved her hand down inside her panties.
"Ooohhh!" She closed her eyes as her hand found the moist softness of her pussy-hole, and her index finger snaked up inside while her other fingers worked around in her wiry pubic hairs.
She knew that if she was to conserve any remnant of self-respect she was going to have to shut the door in Chuck's face Sunday and leave him begging on her doorstep. The trouble was, she wanted the boy so bad she was afraid she would end up letting him in and doing anything he wanted. She would suck his dick or ...
"Aaaggghhh!" She moaned with pleasure at the thought as her finger wriggled up inside her pussy-hole. The thought of sucking on the young boy's dick excited her beyond belief.
She spread her legs apart and shoved her other hand down the front of her blouse and began caressing her braless bosom while she entertained the thought of stripping Chuck down and doing anything she wanted to his hot, male body. She imagined herself pushing him down onto the big double bed in her bedroom, unfastening the front of his pants, and pulling them all the way down around his ankles. She imagined reaching up next and grasping the elastic tops of his briefs and pulling them down and letting his hard, boyish organ spring up to meet her hot, wet lips.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Chuck! Uummpphh!" Donna's fingers worked furiously down inside her panties as she gasped and grunted uncontrollably at the wild thoughts she was entertaining. She carefully avoided the uncomfortable thought that the boy she desired was young enough to be her son.
Chuck slammed the door of the men's restroom shut and hurried over to an empty toilet stall. He locked himself in and dropped the file folder down to the floor.
Thinking about what he was hoping to do to Donna West on Sunday afternoon was making his penis ooze in his pants, and his dick was rock hard and throbbing harder than it had ever done in all his young life. He unfastened his belt and tugged down on the zipper of his pants. Quickly he shoved his pants all the way down his naked legs, letting them fall around his ankles. His jerking dick pushed out against the thin material of his cotton briefs, and there was a big wet spot where the shape of his cockhead was outlined. He pushed down his briefs as waves of excitement surged through his body. His dick sprang out hard and swollen, and his pre-seminal fluids oozed out the tip and began gathering on the end. He reached down and encircled his penis shaft and squeezed gently.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Donna!" He pulled downward, peeling the foreskin down off his cockhead, and he looked down at himself with excited eyes.
"Sunday, I'll be sticking it in Donna's pussy," he promised himself in a whisper. "I'll be fucking a woman for the first time in my life."
The fact that Donna was old enough to be his mother made no difference to Chuck. All he knew was that he was a virgin and that most of the other boys his age had been fucking their girlfriends or sisters since they were thirteen years old. All he had ever done was what he was doing right now, jack himself off. Instead of sending his semen surging up into a girl's pussy-tube, he had never sent it shooting anywhere except down between his fingers into a toilet bowl. He had never had the pleasure of ending the sex act by rolling off the girl he had just plugged, but had always been forced to finish up by unrolling a long strip of toilet paper and cleaning up his own sticky semen from his fingers and legs. "
Chuck panted with excitement as his hand squeezed and pulled on his throbbing rock. He peeled the foreskin of his dick up and down and watched his smooth-skinned cockhead appear, then disappear with each jerk of his hand. The slit in the end opened and closed with each pull and spit out pre-seminal fluid like a huge living worm.
"Aaahhh! Oh, Donna. I want you so bad I can't stand it."
His free hand snaked up under his shirt and be began caressing his naked belly, imagining it was Donna who was abusing his body, touching him everywhere and violating his most private parts. He imagined it was her hand, not his, pushing and pulling on his excited prick.
"Nnnggghhh! Ah, shit! Oh, damn, it feels good."
He jerked his fist still faster, drawing the skin of his dick up and down as fast as he could. He breathed hard with excitement as sensations of orgasm began mounting in his cock stem.
"Uuunnnggghhh!"
A long, stringy web of sticky fluid strung down from his cockhead and dangled, dancing wildly as his hand violated his most prized possession. His whole body quivered, then stiffened, and then he came. His dickhead slit opened up and spat out huge spurts of creamy sperm.
"Ooohhh! AAAGGGHHH!"
Chuck gasped excitedly as his whole body convulsed with the spasms shooting through his dick. His sperm gushed out and shot all over the toilet stall, splattering onto the door and hitting the floor in big splats. The brown file folder was covered with spots of his sticky jism. He closed his eyes and squeezed the last of the cum from his cock, moaning softly, almost whimpering.
Donna's body rocked wildly, pressing back hard against the door of her office. Delightful sensations were flooding her whole pussy.
"Chuck! Oh, fuck me, Chuck. Harder!"
She was imagining that she was lying naked in her bed and that Chuck, his hard, young body completely stripped of all its clothing, was lying atop her, his penis shoved up between her legs and. buried deep inside her cunt.
"Nnnggghhh! Mmmppphhh!"
She was cumming. Her fingers were expertly stroking every inch of her cunt on both the outside and inside. One finger was busy rubbing the knobby muscle of her clitoris and causing a whole flood of sensations to sweep through her cunt. The two fingers shoved up inside her pussy were pushing against the wet slippery walls between her legs, working up a storm of pleasureful sensations.
Donna stopped at last, her body drained. She felt suddenly foolish and ashamed at what she had just done. It was bad enough for a forty-year-old woman to be masturbating at all, but to be doing it while thinking about a fifteen-year-old boy was unpardonable. She quickly arranged her clothing and walked back to her desk and sat down, panting for breath. Her whole body was weak and the blood pumping madly in her veins.
The idea of having sex with a boy as young as Chuck was ridiculous to the point of being absurd. At her age she would probably have a heart attack just trying to keep up with a hard-muscled boy like Chuck. She decided that she would send him away if he showed up at her house on Sunday. Then she decided that she would let him in and do everything she had ever dreamed of since the first day she had seen him. She changed her mind again and again. Each time she persuaded herself that she must leave him alone the logic of her decision was shattered by craving desires of her body. She kept imagining what it would be like to slowly disrobe him and fondle his soft, warm penis and take it in her mouth and tongue it till it was completely hard, then let him slide it up inside her cunt.
By the time five o'clock arrived, Donna was a nervous wreck. She no longer had any control over her own mental processes, and could think only of Chuck and the way he had rubbed himself in her office, almost masturbating right before her eyes.
She left the office with the rest of the employees and walked to her car in the parking lot with weakened legs. It was about a forty-five minute drive from her office through the city to her home. She was so preoccupied with thoughts of Chuck and what she would do Sunday afternoon that she drove badly, almost running a red light and hitting a pedestrian.
She heaved a heavy sigh. This would never do. She resolved for the hundredth time that she must drop all ideas of having sex with the youth. Yes. She was a grown woman. Surely she still had some remnant of self-control left in her body.
Just a few minutes after she hit the main highway Donna spotted a young boy standing at the edge of the road, his thumb in the air, trying to get a ride. Several cars whipped right past him as she approached, one of them almost hitting him. The boy backed quickly away, almost falling down to keep from being hit. Donna, who was always wary of hitchhikers, could see little danger in picking up such a young boy, so she pulled over to the side of the road in front of him and waited for him to run up and climb in beside her.
"Thanks, Lady," the boy said, plopping down and spreading his legs and grinning. "I've been standing there for twenty minutes, and I'd about given up gettin' a ride at all, let alone gettin' picked up by a good-lookin' broad like you."
Donna cast an appraising glance at the boy and then pulled back onto the highway. He was older than he had first appeared. He was at least seventeen.
"Do you always pick up boys like this?" he asked.
She threw a suspicious glance at him. "No, not always." She was beginning to wonder if she had done the right thing in picking him up after all.
"Why did you stop for me?"
Donna coughed nervously. "If it's bothering you that much, I'll pull over and let you out right now."
The boy laughed. "Naw, I wanna see what you've got in mind. I might like it."
"Now listen, young man, I don't have anything in mind. I was just trying to be nice and give you a ride, but I'm beginning to be sorry I ever stopped."
"Sure, I know. Hell, Lady, don't be bashful. If you wanna get in my pants, just say so."
"I don't want to get in your pants. You're unbelievable."
"I get picked up by broads all the time. They all want the same thing. Don't try and tell me you're different."
"That does it," Donna said. "I'm pulling over and letting you out."
"You want me gettin' out of your car like this? What will people think?"
Donna looked over at him, wondering what he meant, and her eyes popped. He had unzipped his pants and taken out his cock, and he was fondling it openly.
"What are you doing? Stop it right this minute!"
"I'm just gettin' it ready for you."
She stared at him, excited by the sight of his stiffening penis, but pretending to be shocked and displeased. "Now stop it!"
His peter was sticking up hard as he wrapped his hand around it and began slowly pulling back and forth, sliding the skin up and down over his cockhead. The boy closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat beside her, running his hand up and down. "I'm hot as hell," he said. "I can hardly wait for you to suck me."
"I am not going to suck you!"
She slowed down the car, glancing at the road, then back down at his abusing hand. She had never watched a boy masturbate before, and it excited her. Watching him play with his dingus was arousing her tremendously, and she felt a pleasant, tingling sensation growing in her cunt.
The boy peeled the skin of his penis up and down and looked over at her and grinned. His legs were trembling as his hand whacked away at his pole, and he began moaning with pleasure.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Donna said, licking her lips as her heart raced faster and faster at the sight of what he was doing.
He laughed. "But it feels so good. Uuummm! I sure wish you'd suck on it for a while. Aaahhh!" His face twisted up into a mask of pleasure and Donna's blood pounded in her brain as her own passions mounted ever higher. She could smell the boy's prick now. Its musky odor was rising up to her face as his hand whacked away savagely.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" She saw the slit in the end of his cock open up and a trickle of clear cock-juice oozed out onto the end. The boy's fingers moved right up and caught the clear liquid smearing it downward, lubricating his shaft in its own juices. She watched as he unfastened the snap at the top of his pants, raised up his butt, and shoved his pants down.
"Ya like watchin' me do this, don't ya, Lady?" he asked, his grin never leaving his face.
"I think it's disgusting!" Donna said, but her eyes gave her away. She was loving every minute of what he was doing.
"Oh, man, I'm gonna do it till I cum. Seein' as how you don't want to suck me, I guess you won't wanna stop me."
"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" Donna asked, her eyes widening as he shoved his white briefs down his long legs. His whole crotch was exposed to her view, and she gasped at the sight of his dick. It was huge. She couldn't believe a boy so young could possess such a big tool now that it was revealed in its entirety.
"I got a nice one, don't I?" he asked proudly.
Donna said nothing, but she was shaking so much with excitement that she almost ran into an oncoming truck, and she only barely had time to swerve back into her own lane.
"Ya better pull over before you kill us," the boy said, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Maybe I'll even let you play with it a little, even if you don't want to suck it. Uuummm, it feels so good!"
His hand whipped up and down on his dick, and the liquid at the end was oozing down so that his tool was making slurping, popping noises with each jerk of his hand.
He moved his feet apart, opening up his naked legs, and looked down at himself as he masturbated.
"Uunnnggg! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!"
Donna clenched the steering wheel desperately. She knew he was about to cum, and it was all she could do to fight off the urge to pull off the road and bend over and take his big boy-penis into her mouth.
"Ooohhh, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
The boy jerked his entire body, tensing up beautifully, and he came, shooting big globs of sticky jism out into the air.
"Oh, shit," Donna said, her eyes bugging excitedly at the sight.
"Mmmppphhh!" Another big gush of adolescent semen spat into the air and hit the dashboard before his widespread legs. "Uuunnnggghhh!" The boy sent another big squirt of sperm flying up and it fell down onto the rubber floor mat at his feet.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" He jerked in his seat and spread his legs apart as far as he could. His hand jerked as fast as humanly possible. "Aaaggghhh! Oh! Mmmnnn!" His eyes were still tightly closed as his hand slowed down. His penis was swollen up and throbbing as it protruded from his fist. Big strings of cum were still oozing from the slit in the end, but he had collapsed once the majority of his load was splattered all over the inside of Donna's car. He looked over at her with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Well, I hope you're satisfied," she said, trying to appear very displeased.
The boy laughed. "Sure, Lady. It felt real good. It would have felt better if you'd have sucked on it though. Uuummm. I just love getting my rocks off that way."
"You're crazy," Donna said, shaking her head.
"You should have done it with me," the boy said. "You should have let me stick it in your pussy and fuck you. I really know how to do it."
"Yeah, you're God's gift to woman," Donna said sarcastically.
"You'd better believe it," the boy said, his eyes flashing with amusement.
He looked down at the mess he had made as Donna steered the speeding car down the highway. Big strings of his sticky semen were splattered everywhere. Several large globs were oozing down his legs. More jism was decorating her dashboard, and the thick white liquid was shimmering and slowly running down as the car sped on.
Donna tossed the boy a box of Kleenex from the seat beside her. "Here. Now you can clean up your mess."
He pulled out a handful of tissue and, still holding his oozing dick, he began to wipe it clean.
"I just hope that stuff doesn't leave any stains in my car," Donna said.
"Fuck, Lady, what is it with you? Most women your age just love it when I jack off in front of them. A lot of 'em wanna suck me, and they almost always wanna have me fuck 'em."
"I don't believe it," Donna said, eyeing him suspiciously through the corner of her eye. "I think you're lying."
"Fuck no, I ain't lyin'. I get picked up by broads your age all the time, and they all want the same thing. They're tired of spreading their legs for their fat, bald husbands. They wanna do it with a good-lookin' boy like me so bad they can hardly wait till I'm in the car before they start pawing me all over.
"I'm sorry," Donna said, "but I just can't believe that. Now will you please hurry up and clean that stuff off the dashboard before it dries?"
The youth began wiping up the evidence of his self-abuse. Donna cast a glance down at his peter. It was still half-hard and swollen from the vigorous hand-job it had just received, and a trickle of after-cum was oozing out the tip and gathering on the end. The boy caught her looking at it and reached down and wiped up the blob off his cockhead.
"You want it, all right, Lady! You can't take your eyes off me. You just don't wanna admit it to yourself."
Donna blushed. "I wasn't looking at you. I was just making sure you were cleaning up the mess you made."
"Yeah, sure!" The boy laughed. "Listen, Lady, you can pull over and let me out now." He pulled up his briefs and pants and fastened them, then zipped up the front of his pants, hiding his crotch from view. "I've wasted too much time with you already. Maybe I can get picked up by a broad who knows how to appreciate what I've got to offer."
"You don't have much left to offer any more," Donna said, eyeing the sperm-soaked Kleenex he had used to sop up his spilled offering.
"Fuck, I've still got plenty more where that came from," he said. "I can cum three or four times right in a row with no trouble at all. Ya wanna see?"
Donna stared straight ahead at the road and pulled over onto the shoulder. She brought the car to a halt and swallowed, trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat. Her pussy was full of surging, tingling sensations, and she longed to reach down and touch it and slide a finger up inside and bring herself off with a crashing orgasm.
The boy sat there as the car rolled to a stop. "Are you sure you don't wanna suck me or let me fuck you or anything?"
"I'm sure," Donna said, as calmly as possible, clenching the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles were turning white.
The boy opened the car door and stepped out onto the asphalt shoulder. "Well, okay, but if ya ever want a little cock, just drive by here any night about this time. Once you get a taste of my dick, you'll be hooked for life. I'm really good."
Donna shook her head with disbelief. "Your modesty overwhelms me," she said and she hit the accelerator, spinning away and leaving him standing there at the edge of the road, grinning from ear to ear.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna walked to the front door for the third time and looked out onto the porch. The newspaper still wasn't there, but the newsboy's bike was still propped up against a tree in her yard. The boy himself was nowhere to be seen. She opened the door and stuck out her head and looked around, but could not catch sight of him.
Suddenly she detected a noise that didn't belong. She listened intently, straining her ears to identify it amid the sound of the wind whistling through the trees and the noise of children playing around the rumble of automobile engines. It was a soft splatting noise coming from just around the corner of the house. A puzzled look came over her face, and then she heard a low moan.
She closed the door quietly and walked over to the living room window overlooking that part of the yard. Down in the bushes, right beneath the window, she spotted him. Doug, her fifteen-year-old newsboy, was in the process of masturbating. Apparently the pressure of his bicycle seat against his scrotum had given him an erection as he had pedaled along on his route, and he was seeking some much needed relief by jacking off in her bushes.
Donna stared down excitedly. The inhibitions she had felt when the young hitchhiker had abused himself before her earlier that evening were now gone. The young newsboy didn't even know she was watching, so she could appreciate the beauty and excitement of his act without embarrassment. She stared intently, absorbing every detail.
There was a large wet spot in the packed dirt a few feet in front of him. He had obviously begun his act by taking a piss and emptying his genitals of all wastes before beginning. His dick was sticking out of his fly, and it was completely hard and swollen. He had his right hand wrapped around it, and was in the process of skinning the loose sheath of foreskin up and down, covering and uncovering his bulbous cockhead again and again.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
She could detect his groans even through the double thickness of her thermopane windows. She watched as Doug removed his hand from his pulsating organ and stood looking down at himself, obviously enjoying the sight of his own tool as much as he was enjoying the act of playing with it. He tensed the muscles in it, making it jerk as it stood out like a proud soldier. Slowly he began unfastening his belt.
Donna held her breath in anticipation, excited at the prospect of having him drop his pants. She wanted to see all of him, from his naked legs to his penis and balls. The sight of the hitchhiker's naked midsection and the close-up view of his sexual equipment had aroused her as much as his actual abuse, and she was tingling with excitement at the idea of seeing a second boy so that she could make some comparisons. She watched breathlessly as Doug began pushing down his pants, bringing into view the snowy whiteness of his white cotton briefs.
His Levi's slid down clear past his briefs and the naked flesh of his legs came into view. Suddenly Doug jerked his pants back up and quickly fastened them. Donna tensed with disappointment and stared out around the yard, wondering what had alarmed him. He had the shocked expression of a boy caught in the act, but no one was in sight.
Soon, however, she saw the cause of his alarm. Troy, the sixteen-year-old son of her next-door neighbors, was rounding the corner of the house next door, his dog, Sport, on a leash before him. Doug crouched down in the bushes and froze, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. Troy's dog stopped and sniffed the air, then turned toward Doug and began harking. Troy stared over at Donna's house, and Donna backed away from the window quickly, not wanting Troy to wave a greeting that would give away her presence to Doug down below.
Troy's dog continued barking, but, spotting nothing unusual, Troy pulled on the leash, urging him on. At last his dog stopped barking, hiked up a leg, and executed a brief, shrub-watering ceremony, then began jumping around, leaping up against his young blond master with excited pleasure. Troy led him back along the house, retracing their steps. Sport barked again as they passed the bushes where Doug was hiding, and he strained at his leash to cross over and sniff the young newsboy out. Troy continued on, however, pulling the leash and forcing Sport to follow until they were out of sight around the corner of the house.
Donna pressed back up to the window again and stared down, hoping that the interruption hadn't alarmed Doug to the point of abandoning the play of his body. It hadn't. He was unzipping his pants already and pulling out his penis, which was still as hard as ever.
He encircled it with his fingers and resumed his gentle, frigging masturbation, pushing and pulling, peeling the foreskin on and off the bulbous tip. The whole end of his cock was glistening from the juices that were oozing out and spreading around as his hand whacked up and down on the shaft below.
Donna stared eagerly, engraving every detail of the beautiful sight into her brain for future reference. She studied the way the slit in the end of his dick opened and closed in rhythm with his beating hand. Each time the slit opened, a shiny pearl of clear pre-seminal fluid came into view, and each time he pulled his hand up, the slit closed, forcing the fluid out onto his cockhead where it gathered up until it was shaken loose and ran in a little trickle down his hardened shaft. His whole dick was becoming lubricated with his oozing, pre-cum emissions, and his fingers were even becoming coated with it. He rubbed it around, using it to lubricate his dick, smearing it over every square inch of his burgeoning tool. He had apparently given up on the idea of dropping his Levi's and underpants. Troy's sudden appearance with Sport had made him too fearful of being caught. It would take only an instant to stuff his spitting erection into his pants, and he could pretend he had only went into the bushes to take a piss. If an intruder came upon him with his pants dropped around his ankles, however, he might not have time to yank them up and there would be no way of talking himself out of the situation.
He spread his legs wide apart and bent forward so that he could watch every detail of what he was doing to himself, fascinated by his own boyish member and the pleasures it was giving him.
"Mmmnnn! Aaahhh!" He began groaning again. Donna could barely hear him, but the low moans she could make out were more stimulating than any aphrodisiac could ever be.
Her brain and cunt exchanged messages, the visual stimulation of the boy's act making her pussy surge with delightful sensations which, in turn, excited her, making the view of the masturbating newsboy all the more arousing. She slowly unzipped the back of her dress, never taking her eyes off the stimulating sight of the boy in the bushes, watching every stroke he made as he ran his fist up and down around his pulsating peter. She let her dress fall free, wriggling to allow it to drop around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, then began pulling off her slip. The shades were pulled in the windows directly opposite her, so she knew no one could see what she was doing.
Doug jutted his crotch forward in the bushes beneath her, and she had a clear view of his dick as his fingers massaged it. It was at least six inches long. He could match the hitchhiking boy she had picked up earlier inch for inch in spite of the fact that the hitchhiker had been at least two years older.
Donna dropped her slip to the floor as she watched the newsboy flailing away on his big uncircumcised dick. She unhooked her bra and drew it off her huge breasts, letting them swell out and expand in delicious freedom. She stood there rubbing her big tits with one hand, caressing her hard, excited nipples, and she shoved her other hand down inside her panties. Her fingers rubbed around in her wiry pubic hairs, and they pushed down, seeking the crevice that led to her region of a thousand delights. Slowly her index finger pushed up inside her wet cuntal passageway, and then it was burrowing its way clear up inside and rubbing around vigorously.
"Aaaggghhh!"
Before she even had a chance to get started in her own self abuse, the newsboy was moaning loudly and his whole body was tightening up like one huge muscle. He was on the brink of cumming.
Donna darted her finger in and out of her streaming cunt as fast as she could as she watched his boy cock swell up and begin spitting out the spermy contents of his balls. Big spurts of his jism were flying out and splattering all over the bushes in front of him. The speed at which his hand was pumping on his peter was almost unbelievable. He was jacking out his sperm so fast that his fingers looked like one big blur.
At last he slowed down his squeezing hand, then slowly brought it to a halt. He squeezed his dick, milking out the last of his sperm, then reached into his pocket, pulled out his handkerchief and began wiping himself clean.
Donna pulled her finger out of her cunt and quickly shoved her panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she hurried stark naked to a closet and pulled out a housecoat,' her big tits bouncing.
She sped back through the living room and to the window. Doug was just tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket. His big fleshy peter was wiped clean and stood out, now only half hard, but still impressive in size and quality. It was a truly beautiful prick and Donna shivered at the idea of touching it, of taking it between her lips and tonguing it all over, and of feeling it slide up deep inside her cock-starved pussy. She watched as the boy zipped up his pants and headed out of the bushes and around the house toward his bike.
Donna hurried to the front door. She opened it just as he was climbing onto his bike.
"Doug."
He looked up at her, his eyes wide.
"Could you come here a minute, Doug?"
She held the door open, waiting for him, obviously not intending to take no for an answer. He climbed off his bike, took a paper out of his canvas newsbag, and walked up the sidewalk slowly.
"Come on in," Donna said, standing back to give him room to enter. As he walked in, she glanced down at his rear end. She had a thing about boys' rear ends, and if it was perverted, the study of boys' rectums was nevertheless an interesting pastime.
She closed the door and leaned against it as he turned to face her and held out her newspaper, his forehead wrinkled up in a puzzled frown.
"What have you been doing?" she asked.
Doug's mouth almost dropped open. "Wh .. . What do you mean?"
"Your bicycle has been parked in front of my house for a least twenty minutes. Where have you been?"
"Look at the front of your pants. What are those wet spots?"
Doug looked down, his eyes frantic. There were two large cum spots on his Levi's. "I was taking a leak in the bushes."
"You were peeing in my bushes?"
"Y... Yes, Ma'am."
"You got your penis out in my yard?"
"Y . .. Yes."
"And peed in the bushes?"
He nodded.
"And played with it?"
He stared at her, his eyes widening, and he shook his head in desperate protest.
"Now, Doug, tell me the truth. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
"I wasn't!" His face was turning pink.
"You were masturbating."
"No!" His face was now a deep red.
"Doug, I was watching you from my window. I saw you doing it."
His big brown eyes widened and the reddish color in his face was flushed away and replaced by a pale, ashen white.
"Come here, Doug, and look." Donna led him over to the window overlooking the bushes and pointed down to where he had been standing. Big globs of his semen were strung all over the bushes and stringing down toward the sperm-splattered ground below. "See, I saw everything. I saw you do it until.. . Well, I saw everything."
Doug turned, trembling now, staring down at the floor.
"Did it feel good?" she asked.
He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat. "Wh . .. What are you going to do?" he asked.
Donna had to fight to force back her smile. She knew she had him now. He would do anything she wanted. Still, as badly as she wanted to strip off the boy's Levi's and violate the most private parts of his body, she knew there was no use trying anything now. He had just cum, and he needed time to recharge his balls with fresh, creamy jism.
"I don't know what I'm going to do, Doug," she said at last. "I'm going to think about it. I want you to come back tomorrow morning and I'll tell you then what I've decided."
His lower lip trembled. "Just don't tell my parents, please. My father would kill me. I'll do anything you say, but please don't tell them." His eyes filled with tears.
Donna put a hand on his shoulder. "Youll do anything I say?"
He met her eyes and nodded. "Yes."
"All right. You come back tomorrow, and if you do everything I say I promise I won't tell anyone. It'll be a secret between just you and me, and no one will ever find out."
He nodded.
Donna moved back to the door and opened it. As he moved out onto the porch she smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, Doug."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said weakly, his body still in a state of shock at discovering that he had been caught performing the ultimate in intimate acts, and his stomach gnawed with fear of the power Donna now had over him.
Donna closed the door behind the boy and turned to face another night alone in her house, a night in which she would once again be deprived of the companionship of a male partner. She tried to drive her mind away from the frustrating events of the day. She turned on the TV and let it blare loudly, and she fixed herself a big supper of a ham omelet with toast and coffee.
She settled down before the television set after eating, a brandy in her hand, and tried to concentrate on the inane events flashing on the screen. Her valiant effort to keep her mind off the adolescent lads she had encountered that day was in vain. She couldn't get her mind off the burned-in images in her brain of their lean, young bodies.
She thought of Chuck, the cute fifteen-year-old office boy, and the way he had rubbed himself up in front of her until his pants were almost bursting from the pressure of his big boyish erection. He had been literally begging for her to let him come over on Sunday, and she knew all too well what he had in mind. He was a typical teenage boy in that respect. Of all the boys she could think of, however, including the newsboy and the young hitchhiker she had picked up, it was Chuck who turned her on the most. There was something about him that melted her resistance, and made her chest tighten up with longing. She wondered if Chuck would really show up on Sunday, or, if he would make out with a young girl his own age and forget all about sticking his peter in a woman old enough to be his mother.
Donna's mind turned to thoughts of the hitchhiking teenager she had picked up along the highway. She would probably never see him again, but the mental images of how he had masturbated in her car was engraved in her mind forever. His naked butt had been sitting smack on the vinyl car seat beside her, and she had been gifted with a close-up view of his naked legs in their entirety as he had sat there with his pants draped down around his ankles. The sight of his fist sliding up and down on his big boy wienie was enough to convert any woman to a preference for adolescent boys. She would never forget the sight of his fingers pulling the loose outer skin of his dick back and forth, sliding it up and down over his purplish-colored, blood-gorged cockhead. She had seen everything, from the instant the slit in the end of his dick had opened up and released the first shining wetness of his pre-seminal fluids, to the moment he had brought himself off in a thundering orgasm, sending his youthful jism splattering all over his own bare legs and the inside of her car. She remembered how he couldn't believe she didn't want to mess around with him, and how he had instructed her to drive by at the same time any evening she wanted a real fuck. She wondered, however, what the chances were for her to really find him again if she decided to accept his offer. She shook her head, trying to drive off the frustrating sensations flooding through her body as she thought of the young boys she had encountered.
Turning off the TV set, she mounted the stairs to her bedroom as her thoughts turned to Doug, the young newsboy she had caught masturbating in the bushes. The sight of him standing below her window, his fist clenched tightly around his burgeoning prick, had been the climax to the day's events. He had presented a beautiful sight standing there in the bushes beneath her, pulling off his young meat until he had sent every drop of his hot boy cum shooting out all over, covering the ground and the leaves of the bushes with stringy globs. When she had confronted him, telling him she had seen everything, he had broken down completely, and he was coming back in the morning, prepared to do anything to atone for the sin, not of having masturbated, but of having been caught. She wondered if she dared make him do the things she had in mind. It was difficult to say how the boy would react. He would surely be shocked, but once the shock was over, would he obey her perverted orders, or would he flee from her house, tell his parents, and bring the law crashing down upon her?
Perhaps when the moment came to unfasten the boy's trousers and peel them off his smooth, naked legs, she would lose her nerve. The danger of having her lust for teenage boys come out in the open truly frightened her. If the boys talked, she would be marked for life. She would not only lose her job, but she would be a social outcast and the police would be watching her constantly, having marked her down as a whore of the worse kind.
Donna walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She opened the top drawer of her chest-of-drawers and thrust her hand down among her pile of panties until she found what she was looking for. It was a big plastic dildo shaped exactly like a man's penis. It was a perfect copy, from the shape of the slit in the bulbous head, right down to the veins in the sides and the swirls which represented pubic hair on the two big nuts at its root.
Donna tossed it onto the bed, and she started to unbutton her housecoat, but then she noticed that the window drapes were still open on the far side of the room. She walked over to close them. What she saw through the window stopped her cold.
Troy, the sixteen-year-old boy next door, was up in his room walking around in nothing but his briefs.
CHAPTER THREE
Donna hurried over and turned off the light so that he wouldn't be able to see her, then returned to the window and stood in the darkness, watching, cursing the fact that she didn't own a pair of binoculars.
Troy always pulled the window shade in his bedroom, and now, when at last he had forgotten, she was unprepared to take advantage of the fact.
She bit her lower lip and slowly unfastened her robe "as she stared across the yard into the boy's lit-up bedroom. Watching him move about the room in his briefs was like looking into a display window in a store downtown, except that the merchandise being displayed was much more exciting than even the mink coats displayed in the finest women's shops.
Donna had often seen Troy running around the yard with nothing on but a pair of shorts, and he wasn't really revealing any more now than he had on those occasions, but somehow the idea that she was seeing him in his underwear was much more exciting.
The thin briefs he was wearing didn't hide much. In the first place, there wasn't very much of them. They were as brief as briefs could get without being labeled as a bikini, and were scarcely more than two large triangles sewed together. In the second place, they were thin, and the boy had already outgrown them, so they clung to every curve of his body and hid practically nothing. She could see the outline of his cock and balls distinctly, and she was happy to note that he appeared to be -as well-equipped as the hitchhiker who had masturbated before her eyes and Doug, who had displayed his equipment in the bushes outside her living room window.
She stared at Troy as he walked over to his closet with his backside toward her. Drawing her robe off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor, and she stood stark naked at her window, her nakedness shrouded in the darkness of her room, her eyes riveted on the youth in the bedroom across the way.
He was standing up on his toes, trying to reach up onto the top shelf in his closet, the backsides of his sleek legs revealed in their entirety. She studied the shape of his adolescent buns beneath the clinging, white triangle of his briefs, and at the same time she reached over and picked up the big plastic dildo off her bed. She reached down with one hand and separated the lips of her cunt with her fingers. With the other hand she guided the dildo into position so that its bulbous head was pushing right up at the tight entrance to her cuntal passageway.
Troy had apparently found what he was looking for on his closet shelf, and he took it down and carried it over to his bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed with his back toward her.
Donna pushed firmly on the dildo. The head of it pressed right up at her pussy, then the walls of her cunt separated, gliding around it, and it was going in. The whole head of it disappeared up inside her cunt, and her muscles grasped it immediately and held it firmly.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" She gasped at the immense wave of pleasure that suddenly flooded every square inch of her body. Shoving the big dildo in slowly, just a fraction of an inch at a time, she watched with interest every movement Troy was making in his bedroom just opposite her own.
The blond teenager had apparently dug out a pile of magazines from his closet. As he held one of them up, Donna's conclusion was confirmed. He was unfolding a big centerfold in one of the popular girly magazines sold on the newsstands. Donna could make out the shape of the luscious young woman of the month as he held it up with his left hand to study it. She gasped, and she slid the dildo in a whole half inch at once as she saw his right hand go to his lap. She couldn't see where he was putting the hand, but she didn't have to. It was too good to be true. The boy was going to masturbate. Donna couldn't believe her luck. She was going to have watched three boys bringing themselves off with their hands in one day. For her purposes, the young boy next door couldn't have picked a better night to forget to pull his bedroom shade. She watched as his right elbow began moving slightly, and she knew his hand was busy at work down in his lap.
She applied a steady pressure to the big dildo as she watched, shoving it clear up her cunt until it was buried to the hilt and the big plastic balls at its base were pressing against her pussy-lips. She twisted the big phallus around inside her as she watched the movement of the boy's elbow pick up speed. He had apparently pulled his penis out the front of his underpants and was in the process of masturbating, using the ageless "open fist" technique.
Donna bit her lip as her whole body trembled with pleasure at the sensations the big prick in her cunt was causing as it pressed against her walls and burrowed up deep inside her. Suddenly the boy raised up, and with his back still toward her, he shoved down his briefs. Donna gasped excitedly as she watched them slide down his legs, revealing the naked flesh of his butt beneath. He sat back down on the bed and his right hand went quickly back to his lap. His elbow began moving faster than ever, and she knew that his fist must be literally flailing up and down on his big boy prick.
She pulled the big dildo halfway out of her cunt, then plunged it in again, crying out with excitement as she stared at the boy's naked back and buttocks.
"Turn around," she whispered, desperate to see the boy's penis in its hardened state as he whacked away at it, milking it with his hand. "Please."
Her plea for him to turn around was in vain. He was completely preoccupied with the magazines laying at his feet, even if he could*have heard her, and he was moaning at the pleasure his squeezing hand was creating throughout the length of his burgeoning penis.
Waves of pleasure began surging through Donna's cunt as she watched, and she pushed and pulled on the dildo, sliding it in and out of her cunt in a fucking motion. The waves of pleasure mounted, building up like water behind a dam, and she twisted the dildo around savagely, her whole body trembling uncontrollable.
Suddenly Troy grabbed up his underpants and stood up. Donna froze, the dildo sticking halfway out of her cunt. The door to Troy's bedroom was opening, and his father was entering the room. Troy turned his back toward his father and started to put on his underpants, and for one brief instant, Donna had a view of his cock. It was completely hard and standing out from his body at a sharp angle, and it almost seemed to jerk, although she really couldn't be sure of that from her faraway vantage point.
She watched as the boy's father crossed over and slapped his son hard right on the butt, then crossed over and pulled down the shade, blocking out the beautiful sight of his son's body from Donna's view. Donna could hear loud voices as Troy's father bawled out his "son, trying to shame him for what he had obviously been doing. A couple of minutes later the voices stopped, and he had apparently left his son's room, for the light suddenly went out and all was silence.
Donna heaved a disappointed sigh and walked over and stretched out on her bed, her hands still working the big dildo in and out of her cunt. She lay there naked atop her covers and she fucked herself senseless far into the night as she conjured up mental images of naked boys with enormous erections that were shooting endless quantities of creamy, boy jism.
Donna awoke slowly, in degrees, as the intensity of the Saturday morning sunlight flooding into her bedroom grew stronger and stronger. The warm rays of the sun stirred her in her sleep as she lay there, stark naked, atop her bed. She was completely exposed, having fallen asleep atop her covers with the big plastic dildo wedged deep inside her cunt. The dildo was on the bed beside her now. She had apparently pulled it out of her pussy during the night.
Holding up her arms, she stretched, then sat up in bed and let her eyes adjust to the brightness of morning.
She heard a loud roar coming from outside. Getting up, she went to the window and looked. Young Troy was out mowing the grass, pushing along the gas-guzzling power mower, his lean body glistening with perspiration. He was wearing only a pair of last year's shorts, and he had grown so much that his teenage buns were on the verge of ripping them apart.
% Donna watched him shove the lawnmower past her between the two houses, appreciating the view of his sleek young body in motion, and she resolved she was going to buy a pair of binoculars that very afternoon.
As he rounded the corner of his parents' house and disappeared from view, Donna turned and stretched once more, the sight of the boy's near nakedness having awakened her completely. She fumbled in her chest-of-drawers until she found an old pair of faded-blue shorts and a blue-and-white polka-dot halter. She put them on, along with a pair of sandals, not even bothering with panties. She -listened to the sound of Troy's power mowei whirring past the house again as she hurried downstairs to make breakfast. She was in too big a hurry to get out in the yard to watch Troy from close up to take time to eat very much, so she just fixed a small pot of coffee and opened a package of sweet rolls.
As she sat at the table, sipping her cup of coffee and buttering up a sweet roll, she planned her day. She would begin by going outside and sneaking a few peeks at Troy's handsome body as he paraded around in his shorts, working in the yard. That should be enough to set her blood to flowing, and then she would be ready to do anything and everything with the young newsboy when he came over for his "punishment."
Donna smiled. When she got finished with Doug, he'd be dropping his pants in every clump of bushes in town, jacking off and hoping he'd be caught every time by some big, luscious, middle-aged woman. Most men had to shell out twenty dollars to a prostitute to get the kind of punishment she was going to give Doug.
Donna swallowed the last bite of sweet roll and licked the icing from her fingers. Draining the last swallow of coffee from her cup, she got up and headed outside into the sunlit yard, putting on her sunglasses and a wide-brimmed straw hat as she walked out the door.
She walked through the grass to where her chaise lounge was set up, and she stretched out and leaned back, waiting for Troy to come into view behind the power mower. As she heard him approaching, she propped up one leg to give him an exciting view of as much female flesh as possible. She even adjusted her halter so that a full three inches of cleavage and the upper portions of her breasts were scandalously displayed. She was striking a pose with just one thought in mind. She wanted to see if she could give the boy a hard-on. As Troy rounded a corner and came into view behind his chugging machine, she saw immediately that she was going to be successful. As he caught sight of her, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed up. The power mower before him veered off course and he was missing a strip of grass a foot wide.
She could see the sweat running down his tanned body as he pushed by within ten feet, never taking his eyes off her bosom.
"Hello, Troy," Donna said, throwing him an exceptionally friendly smile as, hidden behind her sunglasses, her eyes were staring straight at his adolescent crotch. He obviously wasn't wearing any underpants beneath his thin, worn shorts. His long, wienie-shaped peter and his big adolescent balls were too clearly outlined to be covered by anything but the worn cotton of his shorts themselves.
The boy blushed and coughed nervously as he moved past, and he accidentally ran the mower right up over a large stone at the edge of a flower bed. The blade of the mower made a loud clanging noise and then the motor sputtered and died.
Troy was now blushing a deep shade of red as he glanced sheepishly in Donna's direction. He knelt down on one knee and fumbled with the controls of the machine, and Donna had to fight to keep a little gasp from becoming a moan. With one knee on the ground and the other propped up, his shorts were so stretched that she could see right up one of the legs, and she could see part of one of his balls and the wiry hairs which were beginning to appear upon it.
She stared right down between his legs, studying every detail. Troy shifted his position to work on the mower and his testicle disappeared from view, but she was still having a field day admiring the outline of his dick. His shorts were so tight that she could actually make out the knobby cockhead at its tip.
Troy cast sly glances at Donna as he worked, excitedly eyeing the display of legs and cleavage she had carefully arranged for his benefit. She had wanted to give him a hard-on, and she was succeeding. The shape of his penis was changing as it lengthened and grew hard in his shorts. He shifted his legs uneasily, trying to hide his growing erection as best he could, but Donna could see it bulging out in his shorts, and she could actually tell each time it jerked by the way it pushed outward against the tight, restricting material stretched atop it.
"It sure is hot, isn't it?" Donna asked, still smiling at him.
Troy nodded, and he was blushing more than ever as his prick became completely hard and was plainly outlined in his shorts.
"This would be a good day to go swimming," Donna said. "Do you know any good places to swim?"
Troy shook his head, obviously frustrated at the situation down between his legs. His prick was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. It felt like it was going to start oozing pre-seminal fluids at any minute.
"You don't know a place to swim?" Donna asked. "I would have thought that a good-looking boy like you would be out swimming with the girls all the time."
"Naw." Troy was embarrassed. The truth was that he was so shy he had never even been out on a date with a girl at all.
"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" Donna asked.
He stared at her with a puzzled frown beneath his light, blond hair. "What's that?"
"That's when you take off all your clothes and swim naked. Have you ever done that?"
"Uh, no!"
"Near where I lived when I was a little girl, there used to be a swimming hole where the boys used to skinny dip," Donna said. "Us girls used to sneak up and watch them. It was a lot of fun."
Troy stared at her, wondering what she was driving at.
"Sometimes we caught them playing with themselves and things," Donna said. "You know, masturbating?"
She waited for a reaction, but Troy said nothing.
"I always liked that," Donna said, "watching them play with their peters until they ... I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Troy. I suppose you probably play with yourself too, don't you?"
Troy choked and a deep red blush flooded over his face.
"I guess all boys play with themselves," Donna said. "How often do you do it?"
"I . . . I . . . OWWW!" Troy suddenly straightened up to a standing position and held his hand, his face screwed up in pain. He had accidentally burned his hand on the exhaust muffler of the power mower. He had temporarily forgotten that he had a hard-on, and as he stood there holding his burnt hand, Donna stared excitedly between his legs. His hard dick was pushing out the front of his shorts like a tent, and there was a wet spot showing right where his throbbing cockhead was pressing, its outline clearly revealed.
Troy held his burnt hand, his eyes full of tears of pain, and he looked down at the front of his pants, then looked at Donna, and then he shook his head with disbelief and grabbed the power mower and shoved it toward the garage. "Troy, wait!"
He didn't even turn his head. He shoved the mower right into the garage and shut the door.
Donna lay there a long moment, cursing her bad luck at the fact that, the boy had bumed himself before she could get the answer of even one question about his sex life. As she lay there, however, she suddenly realized that he was being unusually quiet in the garage. Not a sound could be heard from behind the closed door.
She got up and moved forward as quietly as possible. The garage in which Troy had sought refuge was hardly a fortress. It was old and weather-beaten in spite of the bright coat of white paint it sported, and there were numerous cracks between the boards. Donna moved right up to one of these cracks now, choosing one at the side of the garage where no one could see her. She peered inside.
Troy was stark naked. He had dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, and he was standing there with his feet planted wide apart, playing with his dick.
Donna moaned softly, and she pressed right up against the garage, shielding her eyes to get as clear a view as possible. Troy had wasted no time in getting right down to business. His fist was wrapped tightly around his burgeoning penis and he was jacking his hand up and down as fast as he could.
Donna's whole body tingled with pleasure. She had not only succeeded in giving the boy a hard-on, but she had even worked him up to the point of self-abuse. What he was doing right now was solely due to the fact that she had deliberately excited him. It wasn't a sadistic satisfaction that Donna felt, but simply satisfaction in proving that at forty years of age she still had what it took to turn on the male human animal.
She watched, fascinated at the sight. It was actually the first time she had ever seen a boy doing it so completely. She had been forced to tear her eyes off the young hitchhiking masturbator constantly while driving, and the sight of the newsboy jacking off in the bushes had been only semi-complete, because all she had been able to see was his penis sticking out of his fly. As for the view of Troy masturbating in his bedroom the night before, it had been far from completely satisfactory. She had been too far away, and the youth's back had been turned toward her all the time.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh! Aaaggghhh!" The boy was moaning now. He was being carried away completely by the beautiful sensations shooting through his dick as he pumped it up and down.
Donna stared, spellbound at the sight of his' loose foreskin sliding up over his purplish cockhead, then down off of it again and again. The whole tip of his penis was shining with sticky wetness from the pre-seminal fluids surging through his stem.
"Ungh! Uunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" She could hear the low steady whacking of his hand on his dick as he beat himself off furiously, his burned hand forgotten amidst the pleasureful sensations growing ever stronger in his wienie.
Donna felt sure that he couldn't hold out long. He would surely send his creamy-white jism shooting out and splattering down onto the concrete floor at any moment.
The boy surprised her, however. Just as his whole body was tensing up in preparation for the spilling of his essence, he removed his hand, completely stopping his self-abuse. He turned his back toward the crack where Donna was watching. Donna's disappointment at losing sight of his prick and balls was somewhat alleviated by a delicious view of his naked derriere. Her fascination with the rectums of teenage boys was about to be multiplied thousandfold, but in the meantime, Donna was considering a wild possibility. She suddenly knew exactly what she was going to do to the young newsboy. When he arrived she would . ..
Donna gasped. Troy had taken a ball-peen hammer and he was bending over, affording her a detailed view of what lay between his two asscheeks. She could clearly see the brown puckered opening of his anus in his hairless asscrack. Her mouth fell open as he moved the ball-peen hammer around and pushed the rounded end of the handle right up against his asshole. Even as she saw it happening, Donna couldn't believe it. The young blond teenager was actually shoving the handle right up into his rectum. She watched, flabbergasted, as two, then three whole inches of hammer-handle disappeared up into his shit tube. "Oh, Troy." Donna expressed her delight in a low, lustful whisper. As she watched, Troy turned around, pulling the hammer handle out of his ass, and he sat down on the concrete floor, leaning back against the workbench. He drew up his legs as far as he could, laying to view every square inch of his genitals. His hard boy-cock, his two big balls, and his brown bud of an asshole were all revealed. With one hand he reached down and once more aimed the hammer-handle at his asshole and pushed slowly, forcing it up inside his rectum. The fingers of his other hand were clasping around his cock. As he forced the hammer-handle ever deeper into his asshole, he began jacking himself off faster than ever, his fist virtually flailing up and down on his big, burgeoning erection.
The whole head of his dick was covered with the slimy emmissions that were oozing out of the slit in the end, and his fingers were pushing right up into the stuff and smearing it down so that soon his whole cock was lubricated completely. As his hand whacked up and down she could hear the popping noises his loose foreskin was making as it was forced up and down over his bulbous cockhead again and again.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! Aaaggghhh!" The boy was moaning with pleasure at the sensations his hands were creating down in his genital region.
The hammer-handle was buried halfway up his ass and he was twisting it around, his body trembling with feverish excitement, and he was grunting like an animal as his hand pounded up and down on his cock, slapping down against his balls again and again.
"AAAGGGHHH!" Suddenly his whole body tensed up. Every muscle went stiff except for those in his right wrist. His fist squeezed still tighter around his pulsating cock and he flailed his cock so fast that his fingers looked like one big blur.
Donna knew he was about to shoot his wad right before her eyes.. Her whole body trembled as she watched, and then it happened. He arched his butt up off the concrete floor and moaned loudly, and the slit in the end of his dick opened up to let loose a geyser of hot, white cum. His jism was suddenly splattering out everywhere. It was hitting his naked legs in big splats. Big globs of it were shooting up into the air and falling down onto the concrete floor between his legs.
He pumped his hand wildly, completely absorbed in the beautiful sensations shooting through his dick as it spat out glob after glob of his hot, teenage offering. At last his hand slowed down, and, while his prick shot out one last spurt of his creamy jism, he plopped back down onto his butt with a long moan of pleasure.
Donna watched as he slowly pulled the hammer-handle back out of his rectum. Her legs were suddenly weak, and the blood was pounding in her veins. She knew now that she was hooked on teenage boys for life. The boys she had watched in the past few days had aroused perverted desires deep inside her body that she had never known existed.
She knew that she could no longer be content to just stand back and watch them as she had done thus far, however. She had to get a teenage boy off to herself, peel down his britches, and touch him. She wanted to suck on a teenager's dick. Most of all, she wanted to be fucked by a riot, young adolescent boy.
Donna watched as Troy wiped his dick clean with an old rag, blotted up his splotches of cum from the floor, and began pulling on his shorts. She turned away from the crack in the garage and headed back toward her house, drunk with desire.
There was only one thought in her mind. Doug, the young newsboy she had caught masturbating, and his dick. She was going to go in and take off all her clothes and be waiting for him when he arrived.
When Donna got inside, however, she was bitterly disappointed. Attached to the front door was a note:
"Dear Miss West, I got here, but you weren't home, so I'll come back tomorrow at nine-thirty in the morning. I promise.
Doug, your newsboy."
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna sat in the living room with a cold drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, impatiently watching the clock hanging on the opposite wall. While other people were dressed up in their Sunday best and scurrying through the town to church, she was sitting with only her houserobe to hide her nakedness, waiting for the young newsboy she hoped to make her lover.
At exactly nine-thirty she heard the whirring pedals of his bike moving up the walk toward her front porch. He was right on time, just as he had promised.
Donna set down her glass, stubbed out her cigarette, and hurried to the door. His face was covered with a wrinkled frown as he moved slowly up the steps toward her.
"Just a minute, Doug," Donna said as she opened the door. "Why don't you leave your bike around by the side of the house where no one can see it?"
"But why ... ?"
"Please! Just do as I say!"
Doug shrugged and obeyed her. In less than a minute he was back on the front porch and she was letting him into the house. She closed the door with a certain finality, and her heart raced in anticipation of all the things she planned to do now that she had a teenage boy to herself, a boy who was totally at her mercy. To make certain, however, that he realized he had to do exactly as she wished, she decided to throw some more scare into him.
"I've been thinking about what I told you Friday night," she said, motioning for him to sit down on the sofa. "I'm not so sure I did the right thing in promising you not to tell your parents. I think they should know what you were doing to yourself in the bushes."
"Oh, no! Please, Miss West!"
It was all Donna could do to hide the pleasure she was feeling at seeing him squirm helplessly on the sofa, pleading for her to guard his horrible secret. She sat down beside him and put a hand on his knee.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, Doug, and I want you to tell me the truth. If you lie, I'll know it, and then our deal will be off. I'll tell your mother and father everything I saw. Do you understand?"
"Y ... Yes."
"How often do you play with yourself like that, Doug?"
He stared at her, his eyes wide.
"I want the truth, or so help me, I'll tell."
"I.. . do it a couple times a day."
"When? While you're delivering papers?"
The boy was obviously embarrassed and puzzled at the questions she was asking, but he knew he had no choice but to answer them if he was to have any hope at all of having his act of self-abuse hidden from his parents.
"Yeah, I do it while I'm delivering papers sometimes."
"When else do you do it?" Donna asked. "I want you to think back. Starting last Sunday, I want you to tell me about every time you've done it since then."
She squeezed his leg gently, but firmly enough to make him look down at her hand, then back up into her eyes. He knew she was leading up to something, and he trembled nervously, fearful of what it might be.
"Tell me now," she said. "Did you do it last Sunday?"
The boy blushed and nodded. "Yes. I did it in bed while my parents were gone to church."
"TeU me about it," Donna said. "How long did it take?"
"About an hour. I. . . took my time."
Donna conjured up a mental image of the youth sprawled out naked atop his bed, his hand rubbing up his big fleshy peter.
"I came three times."
"You what? Three times? I don't-believe it!"
"It's true," he said, smiling proudly now in spite of his embarrassment. "I made myself cum three times in a row.
"When* did you do it next?" Donna asked, remembering with amusement that she had sent the youth away after he had just spat out his load into her bushes, thinking his dick had been too drained by his self-abuse to serve her purposes.
"Monday night," he said. "I did it while I was watching television while my mom washed the dishes. My dad was asleep on the sofa, so he couldn't see anything."
"Did you cum then, too?"
"Sure, I came in my handkerchief."
Donna shook her head with amazement at his daring to masturbate in the same room with his father, even if his father had been sleeping.
"Then I did it Tuesday morning in tjie boys' locker room at school."
"With the other boys?"
"No. I did it after they were all dressed and gone."
"Have you ever done it with another boy, Doug?"
A disgusted look came over the newsboy's face. "No. I don't do that any more."
"But you used to?"
He blushed. "When I was twelve or thirteen I used to do it with one of my friends."
Her next question was the one she dreaded to ask, yet the one to which she knew she must have the answer. "Have you ever done it with a girl?" Her hand moved down to the inside of his leg and began caressing up toward his crotch ever so slowly.
Doug's leg trembled and a sudden shift in the arrangement of the bulges between his Levi-clad legs showed her that his penis was stirring to life, "N .. . No," he said. "I never had the chance. Aaaggghhh!" Her fingers were moving right up to where his cock and balls were bulging in his Levi's. "What are you doin'?"
"Would you like to stick it in a girl?" she asked.
He swallowed as he felt a surging sensation in the shaft of his penis. It was jerking up half hard in his pants, and he could feel it beginning to ooze. He moaned as he felt the surge of the pre-seminal fluids moving right up through his dick to his cockhead and out the tip. He was having an emission in his pants.
"Please don't. .. Aaaggghhh!" He moaned with despair as her hand moved right up atop the bulge of his teenage cock and balls and began rubbing them through the front of his Levi's.
"Would you like to stick it in me?" Donna asked.
The boy's eyes widened and his whole body began trembling. Now at last he knew what the middle-aged woman wanted. He closed his eyes as the shock of it overwhelmed him.
Donna began openly handling the boy's private parts. She wrapped her fingers around the shape of his prick and squeezed it through his pants. She gasped at the hardness of him as for the first time in her life her fingers squeezed a teenage boy's hard-on.
"Remember, Doug, you said you'd do anything I wanted?"
He nodded, tensing the muscles in his stomach and legs as her fingers pressed around the shape of his penis. Another surge of pre-seminal emissions began oozing up through his throbbing erection as she squeezed it.
"Do you know what I want you to do?" she asked.
He nodded again. "You want me to let you play with my dick."
"Yes, but that's not all," Donna said. "I want you to put it in my mouth and let me suck on it."
"Oh, shit!" the boy moaned and spread his legs further apart, a signal that she could do as she wished with the throbbing organ between his legs.
"I want you to shoot out your sperm into my mouth, Doug, and then I want you to stick it in me and fuck me."
She was fumbling with his belt now, unfastening it slowly, testing his resistance. There was no resistance.
"B .. . But I've never done it with a girl," he said, his lower lip trembling. "I don't know how." . "I'll show you how," Donna said. She was pulling down the zipper of his Levi's and spreading the front of them open, revealing the clearly-outlined shape of his erection as it throbbed beneath his white cotton briefs.
"What you were doing to yourself in my bushes Friday night was wrong, Doug," Donna said, as though the perverted acts she was proposing were completely innocent and normal. "This is going to be your punishment."
"Aren't you going to pull the shades?" the boy asked, staring into her eyes and knowing as well as she did that what she wanted to do to him had nothing to do with punishment.
"If anyone comes up on the porch, we'll hear them," Donna said, smiling as the boy raised up his butt, allowing her to pull his Levi's downward. She peeled them clear down his lean, boyish legs, her eyes devouring every square inch of his smooth, young skin as it was revealed.
She fumbled with his shoes and socks, pulling them off, then drew his Levi's off his feet, leaving him sitting there in nothing but his shirt and underpants.
Donna's heart was pounding with excitement as her every move brought her closer and closer to the point of violating the fifteen-year-old boy's body. His Levi's now tossed aside, she began caressing his bare legs, running her fingers up the firm smoothness of his naked skin. She traced light little circles in the down of hair covering his golden legs.
Doug stared at her, his brown eyes shining as her hands worked their way up the insides of his legs ever so slowly.
"You don't mind if I play with your peter, do you Doug?" she asked.
"I... oh, shit!" He was obviously excited at the idea of being masturbated by Donna, in spite of the huge difference in their ages.
Donna's hands moved still further up his legs, almost up to the snowy whiteness of the briefs which were hiding the maleness of him from her eyes. Doug squirmed on the sofa, not trying to stop her, but unable to control his mounting excitement as he anticipated the moment when her fingers would touch the mound of his genitals themselves. His prick was jerking completely hard inside his briefs, and a wet spot was beginning to grow in the front of them as the first of his pre-seminal fluids were absorbed by the thin, cotton material.
Her hands moved up still further, and she inched her fingers right up inside the legs of his briefs, almost up to his hot, swollen testicles, and his prick gave a big jerk, shooting out a spurt of pre-cum juice that made the wet spot in the front of his briefs grow still bigger.
"Are .. . you really gonna suck me?" he asked, obviously excited at the prospect of having her take his dick between her lips and feeling her draw out his fluids by setting up a powerful suction on it with her mouth.
"Do you want me to?" she asked.
The young newsboy blushed. "Y ... Yes."
Donna smiled at the excited, yet ashamed, look in his big brown eyes as he confessed his desire. Her fingertips moved right up to his balls and touched them inside his underpants. "You want me to give you a blow-job?"
He nodded, hanging his head sheepishly.
Donna hooked the legs of his briefs with her fingers and began pulling them down ever so slowly. She stared as the first of the naked skin of his belly came into view. As the first of his pubic hairs appeared, she swallowed, trying to wetten the dryness in her throat, her eyes wide with the wonder of him.
Suddenly the tops of his briefs were sliding down over his cock itself, uncovering the oozing cockhead at the tip of his throbbing shaft. She pulled his briefs on down until every inch of his pulsating erection was revealed, and then the two big balls at its root as well.
The boy's eyes stared down at his own nakedness excitedly as she peeled his briefs all the way down his legs and drew them off his feet.
Donna reached up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly as his prick jerked in spasms down between his legs.
Now that she had a willing teenage boy within her grasp, she didn't want to rush anything. She wanted to savor every minute.
She drew off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, and now he was sitting stark naked before her, his male member hard and quivering, his whole body trembling with uncontrollable excitement.
"Lie down on your side," Donna said, her voice hoarse with passion. "No, not like that, lie with your butt toward me."
"But how are you gonna suck me that way?" Doug asked, a puzzled frown on his face.
"Just roll over," Donna said. '1 want to play with you a little bit first."
Doug rolled over onto his side, his tight teenage rectum facing her. Slowly Donna began stroking his long legs, her fingers running lightly up and down the backs of them. Her fingers moved almost painfully slow as they worked up his naked flesh until they were arriving at last at his bottom. She slowly and gently caressed the rounded cheeks of his ass, and then she worked her fingers right down into the crevice between them.
Doug trembled as her fingers separated his buns and brushed lightly over the brown puckering of his anus. Donna continued her exploration of his ass crevice while her other hand pushed between his legs. Doug drew up one leg to allow her free access, shivering in anticipation of what he hoped she was going to do.
Her other hand was pushing up between his legs and moving right toward the most intimate part of his body. Suddenly her warm fingers were easing around his penis and taking hold of it. His hard-on jerked against the palm of her hand.
Donna continued caressing the crevice of the boy's ass as she slowly squeezed his hard, stiff penis.
"Oh, Miss West! Aaahhh!"
Donna moved her face forward toward the boy's twin, teenage buns, and she kissed each one of them in turn as she fondled his penis. She put her tongue right at the small of his back where the crack of his ass began, and she licked him there while she caressed his naked bottom and squeezed his pulsating peter.
Donna was trembling, her own excitement matching that of the naked youth laying before her ounce for ounce. She licked downward, forcing her wet tongue down inside his asscrack. The boy gasped and bucked his hips, fucking her tightly clenched fist with his penis, cooing at the delicious sensations he was experiencing as his dick slid in and out of its loose foreskin.
Donna's tongue worked its way down into the very center of his ass and pushed down against the brown puckering of his anus. The boy cried out with pleasure as she licked him there. She pushed with her tongue, forcing it right down into the hole, of his ass, and he squealed with delight. Suddenly her fingers were being covered with wetness as his peter emitted a big spurt of juice. She smeared it up and down on his throbbing shaft as she tongued out his ass.
His big boy dick was throbbing alarmingly in her hand as its juices oozed out the slit in the end. : "Don't let it cum, Doug," she said, raising up her mouth.
"I... can't hold out much longer. It feels so good. Oooohhh!" He shivered with delight as he pumped his penis in and out of her fist.
Donna rolled him over and made him sit up, and she knelt between his legs. His big erection was swelling within inches of her face. She cupped a hand around his balls as they hung like golden peaches at the root of his hard, hot stem. Her other hand grasped his prick firmly, and she pulled the foreskin down off his wet, oozing cockhead. She moved her mouth forward, opening it and closing it down over the whole upper part of his throbbing boyhood.
Doug moaned excitedly and his eyes shined as he stared down at what she was doing between his legs. Her hands were still wrapped around the lower half of his cock and balls, and she was pushing and pulling, sliding the loose skin of his dick up and down as her lips squeezed around the base of his cockhead.
Doug gasped as her tongue lapped around his cockhead, tasting the liquid that had oozed out and gathered there. Her tongue licked around and pressed up on the underneath side of his cock. She began a deep sucking motion on the head of his dick while she squeezed it down below, and then she was pulling away her hands and sliding her lips down all the way.
"Uuummmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" The boy moaned. His legs trembled as he watched her mouth take in every last inch of his slippery shaft until there was no more to be had and her lips were pressing right down against his balls. She rolled her tongue around his dick, licking -it all over inside her mouth. Her hands roamed down and caressed his naked legs.
"Uuummm! Oh, fuck! Aaahhh!" The boy whimpered softly, his legs trembling as she worked on him. He closed his eyes and gave himself completely to the beautiful sensations surging through every inch of his cock stem, then he opened his eyes and gasped.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh! I'm gonna cum! I can feel it! Aaaggghhh!"
His excitement mounted to the breaking point as her mouth licked and sucked all over his dick.
"It's cumming! Aaaggghhh! Mmmppphhh!"
Doug's cock erupted. The slit in the end opened up and geysered forth a virtual torrent of thick, boyish sperm. Huge globs of it splattered against Donna's tongue and throat. She sucked his dick, pumping with her mouth, feeling his penis pulsate with excitement as the semen surged inside it.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! Aaaggghhh!" Doug squealed with delight.
Donna swallowed his teenage sperm eagerly and didn't stop sucking until the last of it had spurted from the end of his dick.
At last, when he moaned and pushed her head, trying to make her stop, she opened her mouth and let his oozing erection slide from her lips. It flopped up against his belly and she licked it clean.
"Ah, fuck, it was beautiful," Doug said. He leaned back and closed his eyes, completely exhausted.
Donna tingled with excitement as she stared at his nakedness, a"nd she licked his sperm from her lips, not wanting to waste a drop. She felt like an alcoholic who had just been given his first drink of the day. She knew she would never be able to get enough teenage penis to satisfy the lustful hunger gnawing at her soul, and for the first time she felt strangely frightened.
As she looked at Doug's penis, however, and watched it pulsating in half-hardness as it oozed forth the last of his cum, she pushed her fears away. She knelt back down.
"Oh, no! Please, Miss West! Not again!"
Donna refused to take no for an answer. Her lips opened and took in his boyhood, and the young boy squirmed helplessly beneath her.
Outside a car was pulling away from the curb, the driver stomping the accelerator with angry bitterness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Donna's Monday morning blues were even more depressing than usual as she closed the door and walked toward her garage to start up her car. In spite of the fact that she had spent Sunday morning in the seduction of her young newsboy and had actually taken his big penis into her mouth and sucked it until he came, she had been bitterly disappointed when, as the day had passed, it had become obvious that Chuck wasn't going to sjiow up after all. Now she would have to wait until late afternoon when he came into the office after school to find out why he had backed down.
Donna's spirits were lifted somewhat when, as she backed her car out of the driveway, she saw Troy coming out of his house on his way to school. She rolled down the car window and smiled. "Want a ride?"
Troy hesitated, remembering all too well the embarrassing questions she had put to him Saturday morning while he had been mowing the yard. After only a few seconds reflection, however, he nodded and ran over and climbed into the seat beside her. He lived several long blocks from school, and, like Donna, didn't have much enthusiasm so early in the week. He was glad to have the long walk eliminated.
As Donna drove down the street they were quiet, both of them remembering the Saturday morning incident in the back yard.
Donna wondered if she dared reopen the daring line of questions she had been asking about the boy's sex life. Her heart was already pounding harder just having the blond youth sitting there next to her, and a lustful tightness was growing in her chest. She knew she wanted to get the young boy in bed in the worse way, and she realized that if she didn't take the initiative, that would never happen.
"Troy . .." She hesitated, then blurted it out. "You never did answer my question the other day."
A dismayed look came over the boy's face.
"How often do you do it, Troy?"
He turned his head away from her and stared out the window.
"I.. .1 saw you doing it two times," Donna said, her heart racing madly.
His head jerked around and he stared at her with wide eyes, a surprised look on his face. "What?"
"I saw you doing it up in your bedroom Friday night. You forgot to pull your shade. Then, Saturday morning, I watched you do it in the garage."
His face was ashen white as he sat there staring at her, and he was beginning to tremble.
"I was watching you through a crack in the garage," Donna said. "I saw you stick the handle of the hammer up inside your butt and everything."
She reached over and put a hand on his knee. Troy, in a state of shock at learning that she had watched him playing with his dick, not just once, but two times, sat, doing nothing. Donna moved her hand up his leg and touched the bulge of his crotch.
Troy suddenly realized what she was doing, and he reached down and pulled her hand away roughly.
"I saw everything," Donna said, emphasizing the point with almost sadistic delight. "You were beautiful."
"I.. . NO!" He pulled her hand away again as she once more tried to place it on his knee. "Just keep your hands off me."
"What's the matter, Troy?" Donna asked. "Don't you like girls?"
The boy blushed. "Yes, but.. ."
Donna ventured her hand forth once again, and this time he let her put it on his knee, her questioning his masculinity having made him unsure how he should react.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Donna said, rubbing his knee through his Levi's. "All boys jack off once in a while."
"Yes, but.. . you saw me!" He swallowed, his emotions at finding he had been caught in the act swelling up in the back of his throat.
"Have you ever done it with a girl before, Troy?" she asked.
He shook his head negatively as he turned and stared out the window again and bit his lip.
Donna's hand began creeping up his leg again, and this time he made no effort to stop her. She moved her fingers right up to his crotch and began fondling it, feeling the shape of his penis and balls down inside.
"I don't know what you're going to think of me, Troy," Donna said, "but I'd like to ... do it with you."
He continued staring out the window, trembling as he felt her hand probing his private parts through his pants. His penis was beginning to stiffen in spite of his embarrassment. "Do what?"
"I'd like to show you what it's like with a girl."
He looked down at his crotch as her fingers felt him up, and his dick jerked up slowly into full erection, pushing out the front of his pants. Donna squeezed the outline of his hard-on and trembled at the hardness of it. It was all she could do to steer the car down the road in a straight line. She noted with dismay that Troy's school was only a few blocks ahead. She had to act fast.
"Would you like to have me show you, Troy?"
He blushed. "I don't know."
The school was only a block and a half ahead of them. "Why don't you come over to my house after school tonight?" Donna asked.
He didn't answer, and he pulled her hand away from his crotch and began arranging his erection so that it wouldn't show when he got out of the car in front of his fellow students.
As she stopped the car and he started to get out, Donna grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn his head. "How about it, Troy? Will you come over tonight?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."
Donna released his arm happily, content that at least he hadn't said no.
"I'll see you tonight," she said, her voice full of hope.
Troy grunted and walked away from the car, never turning his head.
Donna drove on toward the office, her heart singing with happiness. She already had the young newsboy to the point of dropping his pants and letting her do whatever she wanted to him- Now it appeared that her chances of getting into Troy's pants were excellent, or at least far better than she had dared hope up to now. It only remained for her to conquer Chuck, the young office boy who had been the cause of her perverted desires for teenage boys in the first place.
Friday night she had thought Chuck was in the palm of her hand. Now she wasn't so sure. She knew that the day was going to drag as she waited impatiently for the young boy to show up for work, and even before she had arrived at the office parking lot, she was thinking up excuses to get him alone in her office so she could ask him why he had failed to show up at her house on Sunday as planned.
Donna could tell the minute Chuck walked into the office. All the girls liked him, and there was a flurry of Hello Chucks as he moved through the outer office to the time clock and punched in.
Donna sat at her desk, waiting for him to appear at her door, almost as jittery as a schoolgirl. She waited a full half hour before she realized that he wasn't going to appear at her door. He wasn't going to come in and see her at all unless she forced his hand.
Donna sent a message out with one of the girls for him to report to her office to change a light bulb, a bulb she had knocked gently against her desk earlier to make sure it wasn't working. Another half hour passed, and still he didn't come. Donna sat behind her desk, tapping her foot impatiently, and at last she could stand it no longer. Getting up, she stormed into the outer office, her face wrinkled up in a scowl. '
"Where is Chuck?", she demanded.
The secretary to whom she had addressed the question stared at her with a puzzled look. "I think he's in the supply room."
Donna marched through the big outer office to the supply room at the opposite end of the banks of desks. The door to the little supply room was closed. She opened it and saw Chuck up on a ladder, rearranging the boxes of paper clips, staples, and miscellaneous office supplies.
Chuck glanced at her as she entered, then looked back at the shelf and continued working. Donna closed the door and they were all alone.
"I sent word that I wanted to see you in my office," she said.
Chuck said nothing, but went right on working as though she wasn't there.
Donna tried to calm herself, realizing she wasn't going to get anywhere by losing her temper. She spoke again, trying to control her voice, desperate to find out what had suddenly turned the boy against her and made him so cold.
"I waited for you all day Sunday," she said.
Chuck gave a low, scoffing laugh.
"Well, I did! What's the matter with you, Chuck? Why didn't you come?"
He stared down at her, his eyes cold. "Wasn't that other kid enough for you?" he asked. "How many boys does it take?"
"Wh-what?"
"Don't try to act so innocent," Chuck said. "You must really have a thing for us high school boys."
"I... I don't understand."
"Come off it, Donna. I did go over to your house Sunday. Before I had a chance to knock, I heard you and that kid moaning, and I looked in the window. I saw everything."
The blood drained from Donna's face. "You saw what I was doing to Doug?"
"I don't know what the kid's name is," Chuck said. "All I know is that you had all his clothes off, and you were doing things to him there on the sofa."
Donna felt suddenly weak. She wondered just how much Chuck had seen. At what point had he peered through the window? She prayed that he hadn't seen her performing the most horrible perversion of all, that of licking out the young newsboy's ass.
"I saw you suckin' his dick, and . . ." Chuck turned his head away. "Damn. I still can't believe it."
"What?" Donna asked, her heart seeming to sink right down into the pit of her stomach.
"You let him cum in your mouth."
"Chuck, I. . ."
"Just go away," he said. "I don't want to be part of your harem of boys."
"Don't be silly, Chuck." Donna moved up to the base of the ladder and reached up and touched his leg.
"Just keep your hands off me."
She pushed her hand right up the flared leg of his bell-bottom pants and touched his bare leg.
"Damn it!" He tried to back away and almost fell off the ladder.
"You know, if I didn't know better, Chuck, I'd think you were jealous."
"Shit!" He stared down at her with his anger flashing in his eyes.
"What do you want me to say, Chuck?" Donna pushed her whole arm up his pant leg so that she was groping the naked flesh of his leg right beneath his knee. "I'm sorry you had to see us but you did, and it's too late to do anything about it now. That's the first time I ever did it with that boy, or with any other boy."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
"It's true," Donna said. She shoved her arm further up his pants and her fingers were reaching dangerously close toward his crotch.
"Would you stop messin' around with my damned leg?" Chuck tried to pull himself free, but her arm was so far up inside his pants that he couldn't move without risking falling off the ladder. She strained herself, trying to reach up still further. Chuck cursed in protest as her fingertips made contact with his cotton briefs and. started to slip up inside them.
. Suddenly the door to the supply room burst open and one of the other secretaries was heading through the door. Donna barely had time to jerk her hand out of Chuck's pant leg, and she coughed nervously. "Uh, yeah, that's it, Chuck. Hand me down that box right there."
Chuck handed her down a box she didn't need at all, and Donna opened it and began fumbling around inside as the other secretary entered and began looking around. "Where are the stamp pads?" the girl asked.
"Over here, Karie," Chuck said. He looked down at Donna. "Was that all you wanted, Donna?"
Donna swallowed her disappointment and nodded. She headed out the door and back to her office, tears filling her eyes.
She didn't see Chuck again until four-thirty that afternoon when he made his rounds to empty the waste baskets.
She stood beside him as he reached down to take her waste basket from beneath her desk, and as he bent down, she stared longingly at his two teenage buns.
"Chuck, I want to do it with you."
"Fuck, don't you ever quit?"
"Please, don't be that way. I like you."
"Yeah, me and every other teenage boy running around with a dick between his legs."
"You don't have to be mean," she said, tears filling her eyes again. "I can't help it if I want you.
I..."
"I suppose I'm supposed to drop my pants for you just because you're starting to cry?"
"Chuck!" The tears accumulated in Donna's eyes and spilled out onto her cheeks. She fumbled in her purse for a handkerchief.
"Come off it, Donna. What is it you want? You wanna suck my dick? You want me to get it out right here?"
Donna sobbed uncontrollably and wiped her eyes with her handkerchief. "I.. . I want you to come over to my house."
"So you can take off my clothes and mess around with me on the sofa?"
She nodded.
Chuck shook his head with disbelief. "You're really something."
"Will you come?" Donna asked. "I'll. .. suck your dick."
Chuck shook his head violently. "No thank you. I don't stick my cock just anywhere, you know. It's hard telling what you've had in your mouth."
Donna turned away from him, trying to hide the hurt he was causing her. "You . . . won't come?"
"No, and don't bother asking any more." He left the room, leaving her feeling completely alone and rejected.
The remaining half hour of work was wasted as far as Donna was concerned. She straightened out her desk, but she couldn't concentrate on doing any real work. All she could think about was the fact that she had lost her chance to make out with the young office boy, and it was Chuck above all the others that she really wanted.
Chuck carried two waste baskets bulging with waste paper down the stairs and.to the huge waste bin at the rear of the building. He bit his lip, feeling bad inside at the way he had acted with Donna, realizing he had gone too far and had really hurt her. He reasoned with himself, trying to convince himself that just because Donna had sucked off one teenage boy, it didn't mean she was a whore or anything. He knew that Donna had pinpointed his problem exactly when she had said he was jealous.
As he watched the office personnel file out of the building and scurry for their cars, he watched Donna. She was moving solemnly to her own big car and climbed inside, and he watched her until she had pulled away and disappeared around a corner of the building.
Chuck shook his head, ashamed at the way he had acted. He resolved to try to borrow his father's car that very night and drive to Donna's house and apologize.
Donna couldn't help but notice the boy standing along the highway as her car shot through the city. She remembered his amusement with her refusal to touch his penis and his instructions to drive by any evening at the same time if she wanted a little dick.
Her brain suddenly seemed to throb, and before she even realized what she was doing, she was pulling off the road to pick up the youth. As he opened the car door and stepped inside, however, she realized with a gasp that it wasn't the same boy she had picked up before at all. This boy was much younger. He couldn't be over thirteen.
Donna swerved out onto the highway and shoved her foot down on the accelerator, her brain and body seeming somehow strangely detached. It was as if her mind was watching her own body from off in a distance, and she had no control over her actions.
The boy in the seat beside her looked at her with frightened eyes as she swerved the car just in time to avoid a head-on collision.
"Are you all right, Lady?" he asked.
Donna shook her head at her bad luck. The boy was so young that his voice hadn't even changed yet.
"How old are you, Honey?" she asked. "Twelve."
Donna reached over and put a hand on his leg. "You're a nice looking boy," she said. "Th . . .Thank you."
She moved her hand up his leg slowly, and the boy squirmed uneasily. "Lady, I. . ." Donna's fingers moved right up to his crotch and fondled his little bulge. "Hey!" The boy scrambled to the edge of the seat and pressed up against the car door to escape her roving hand.
"Please," Donna said. "I just want to touch you." "No!"
"I won't hurt you. Come here." She reached toward him, but the boy pressed his body up flat against the car door just out of reach. "Just let me play with you a little bit," Donna said. "Just leave me alone."
"Well, if you won't let me touch it, then get it out and let me look at it."
"No!" the boy was almost ready to cry. "Please?" Donna pleaded with him. "Stop the car and let me out!" the boy half screamed the words, his voice frantic with fear.
Donna pulled the car over and rolled to a stop. She reached out to grab him. "Let me suck you, Honey. I. .."
The boy jerked the door open and scrambled out and ran down the edge of the road away from her as fast as his legs would carry him.
Donna sat there at the edge of the road a full five minutes as her mind drifted down from its far off vantage point and rejoined her body. The realization of what she had just done hit her squarely, almost knocking her into a state of
For the first time Donna realized that her obsession with young boys wasn't just a problem. It was a sickness.
CHAPTER SIX
A surprise was waiting for Donna as she pulled into her driveway. Doug was sitting down on the ground, leaning up against the house, his bicycle propped up beside him.
He got up as Donna stepped out of the car, and he shuffled his feet and looked down at the ground, obviously embarrassed.
"Hello, Doug," Donna said, staring at the youth, waiting for him to explain his presence, though she had a pretty good idea of what he wanted.
"I was just riding by, and I thought I'd stop by for a visit."
Donna smiled. The shame and disappointment that Chuck had caused her and the memory of her attempt at seducing her young hitchhiker were temporarily forgotten as she looked over the fifteen-year-old newsboy, her eyes drifting straight down to his Levi-clad legs and the bulge between them. "Would you like to come into the house?"
Doug couldn't hold back his smile. "Yeah.
Sure."
Donna led the way up to her front door, and she couldn't help but notice that the boy's legs were trembling. She couldn't help but be amused as she imagined the thoughts going through his head.
"Why don't you sit down on the sofa?" she asked, as she closed the door behind them. "I'm going to go up and change into something more comfortable."
As Doug sank down onto the sofa she mounted the stairs, her heart pounding. She pulled off every stitch of clothing she had on, and she threw it all onto the bed and put on a see-through nightgown that she knew would have Doug's prick jerking in his pants in no time at all. The transparent nightgown didn't hide a thing.
She descended the stairs slowly, putting on a show for the boy, deliberately trying to excite him. Her effort met with immediate success. The young newsboy's eyes bugged as he watched her move down toward him.
"Do you like it?" she asked, moving right up before him and standing with her legs spread apart so that the light from the window behind her would make the outline of her body clearly visible. "Oh, yeah." The boy's mouth was all but hanging open as he eyed her beneath the flimsy nightgown. He could see every detail of her body, as though only a thin film was covering her nakedness.
Donna sat down on the sofa beside him, and, looking at the window across the room, she remembered how Chuck had caught them the day before and watched everything they had done without their even knowing.
"Why don't you pull down the shades for me, Doug, and then take off all your clothes."
Doug leaped up to obey her, anxious to get things underway. Donna could see that he already had a hard-on. His penis was sticking up hard, pushing out the front of his pants.
Doug pulled the shades and turned toward her, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He peeled it off and kicked off his shoes.
Donna watched as he unfastened his pants, the blood pumping wildly in her veins. She held her breath as he pulled down his zipper and spread open the front of his pants, revealing the snowy whiteness of his briefs. She could see the shape of his hardened penis clearly as he peeled his Levi's down his legs and kicked them aside.
He moved toward her, stark naked except for his underpants, and he was trembling with excitement.
Donna pulled him right up in front of her and began caressing his" naked legs excitedly. She brushed her fingers lightly over the backs of them and shoved her fingertips right up inside his briefs and encircled his firm teenage buns with her hands. As she squeezed his asscheeks, his prick jerked in the front of his briefs, and a wet spot appeared in the thin, white cotton covering his dick.
Donna moved her hands around inside the back of his shorts, playing with his ass. She allowed her fingers to brush right down into the crevice between his two firm buttocks and she pressed a finger right up against the hole of his anus itself.
Doug moaned as she pushed, shoving the tip of her finger up inside his rectum. His penis throbbed visibly and the wet spot in his briefs grew still larger. Donna shoved until her finger was stuck halfway up inside his butt, and then she wriggled it inside the boy's shit tube while her other hand moved through the leg of his shorts and around to the front of his body.
Doug trembled as her fingers approached his most secret parts. He gasped at the first contact of her fingertips, and his prick jerked. Donna grasped it and squeezed, feeling suddenly weak with desire as she felt the hot, naked penis-flesh throbbing hard beneath her fingers. She squeezed and drew her hand down, pulling the boy's foreskin down off the head of his dick inside his underpants. "Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh!" "Am I hurting you, Doug?" she asked. "Oh, no! It feels so good! Uuummm!" The boy's legs trembled as she pulled the skin of his cock down as far as she could, then squeezed. She could feel his cock pulsating as his pre-seminal fluids surged up through it in excited reaction to what her fingers were doing to him.
Donna pulled back up with her hand, forcing the loose foreskin of his prick back up over his cockhead, and when she had pulled the skin up on his stem as far as she could, she squeezed again. Almost immediately she began pulling her hand back down. She pushed and pulled on his burgeoning dick, jacking it off inside his underpants until he was panting with delight and his cock was wet and slippery from its own oozing pre-seminal fluids. Her finger had wriggled its way almost all the way up inside his ass by now, and she was rubbing his sensitive prostate gland with her fingertip, making his slippery prick jerk in gigantic throbs between her masturbating fingers.
She played with his dick until she dared not continue for fear of bringing him off and making him shoot his boyish load inside his briefs. She withdrew her hands slowly* releasing her grip on his jerking phallus and pulling her finger gently back out of his tight-muscled asshole.
The boy trembled uncontrollably as she grasped his underpants and peeled them down, revealing his nakedness in its entirety. His briefs dropped down his legs and fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them quickly and kicked them aside. He stood there before her shaking, his big boy dick throbbing up at an excited angle, the juices dripping from the slit in the end.
Donna bent forward, moving her face up to within an inch of the boy's throbbing tool. She could almost feel the heat of it as her mouth opened in anticipation of what she was about to do. Her lips moved around the end of his organ and she continued pushing forward until the whole upper portion of his shaft had disappeared into her mouth.
Just as she was clamping down her lips upon his penis and making him shiver with delight, there was a knock at the door. Donna raised her head, pulling her lips from the boy's quivering erection.
"Who is it?" Doug asked, his voice heavy with despair.
"I don't know," Donna said. She licked her lips clean of the pre-seminal fluids which had been smeared upon them by the end of the boy's oozing dick. "Grab your clothes and run upstairs to my bedroom, Doug. Get in bed and wait for me."
As the boy hurried to obey her and started up the stairs, his boyish bottom bouncing, Donna slapped it playfully. "Keep it hard for me, Doug, but don't make yourself cum. I'll be up in just a minute."
The boy grinned sheepishly and darted up the stairs. v
Donna opened the closet at the foot of the stairs and took out a housecoat to cover herself and she hurried to answer the door as the knock came again. She was anxious to be rid of the intruder so that she could get upstairs and consummate her relationship with Doug.
Troy stood there on the front porch, fidgeting nervously as she stared at him. "Troy?"
He forced a smile.
Donna had become so involved with her seduction of Doug that she had completely forgotten she had asked-no, begged-Troy to come over to her house that evening. She hadn't beat around the bush, either. She had told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted to play with his dick, and she had even promised him that she would suck on it. His presence at the door meant that he was going to let her do it.
Donna trembled, almost overcome by her joy. She hadn't even dared hope that he would really come. She stood aside and held the door open so that he could enter, her big breasts heaving.
Troy blushed as he slid past her. He was careful not to touch her. His whole body was electric, and he was so nervous that it seemed the slightest touch would set him off.
Donna closed the door and smiled. "I'm glad you came, Troy," she said, trying to put him at ease.
The blond youth tried to smile back, but only succeeded in grimacing. He was so nervous he was almost shaking.
Donna led the way past him toward the sofa, moving slowly, afraid she would frighten him off. "Sit down, Troy." She sat down herself, taking care to keep the housecoat pulled over the nakedness of her legs, knowing her seduction of Troy was going to have to be much slower than the seduction of the young newsboy had been the day before. "Don't be nervous," she said.
"I., .can't help it!"
Donna's smile was sympathetic. At the same time she was trying to set Troy at ease, however, her own heart was pounding from the apprehension which had gripped her being. She had two boys in the house at the same time, both of them there for the same reason, and her mind raced to find a way to keep them from finding out about each other's presence.
She knew that as far as Doug was concerned, she could take them both to bed at once and the young newsboy probably wouldn't mind, but Troy was another story. He was a naturally sensitive boy anyway, and, this being his first attempt at having sex with a member of the opposite sex, she knew she would be lucky to go all the way with him if they were by themselves. The presence of a second boy would make him completely impotent, at least temporarily.
The only solution that Donna could see to her dilemma was to somehow stall Troy, rush up and finish off Doug, then scoot Doug out the door and get down to business with Troy. Judging by the state he was in, it would probably take all evening just to get the blond youth stripped down to his shorts, and since Doug was already on the verge of shooting his rocks, it was going to have to be Doug who was rushed.
"Troy, I know just what you need," Donna said.
The boy glared at her, his blue eyes flashing.
"Will you trust me?" she asked.
He trembled uncontrollably.
"I want you to go into the bathroom and take a long, hot bath," Donna said. "You can lock the door if you want, but I won't come in and bother you, I promise. I want you to fill the tub up with hot water and just lay there and soak. You'll feel a lot better, and then, if you still want to, we'll do all those things we talked about this morning. It'll be up to you, though. We won't do anything you don't want to."
Troy just sat there, biting his lip and trying to keep his body from shaking.
"Will you do that for me, Troy?" she asked. He looked into her eyes, then looked quickly down at the floor. "I. .. guess," he said weakly.
It was all Donna could do to resist the temptation to grab him and hug him with affection. "The bathroom is right next to the kitchen," she said, somehow managing to keep her hands to herself as she pointed toward the bathroom. "There are towels and washcloths in the cupboard over the tub."
The minute she heard the door to the bathroom close and the lock snap shut, she rushed up the stairs.
Doug was laying on the bed waiting for her, still naked. His bare legs were splayed open, and he was staring down at himself as he whacked his hand up and down on his big hunk of throbbing boy-meat. "Who was that?" he asked.
Donna shrugged. "Don't worry about it," she said. She was glad to see that Doug had kept his prick up and ready as she had told him. He had obviously been jerking himself off since the minute he had hit the bedroom, and his dick was red from the friction of his rubbing hand. It was swelling up almost to the bursting point in his frigging fingers, and the slit in the end of it was leaking steadily.
Donna slipped her housecoat off quickly and pulled her nightgown up over her head. She dropped it onto a chair. She wanted to get Doug out of the house as quickly as possible, but she didn't want him popping off all over her bedspread.
The young newsboy's eyes glazed over with lust as Donna's well-endowed body was completely bared before him for the first time. Her big breasts were swelling out like living things. He stared at her tits, licking his lips, and then stared down at her hair-covered snatch. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman's pussy. He had seen pictures of cunt before, of course, but never the real thing. His hand froze around his cock and he held his breath as Donna moved toward the bed.
Donna stopped at the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and reached down and began rubbing the front of her pussy. Doug began jerking his hand up and down again almost instantly.
"Pull your legs together, Doug," she said. Doug quickly obeyed her, and he pulled his hand away from his dick as she climbed up onto the bed. Donna climbed atop him, straddling him with her legs so that her pussy was hovering right over his throbbing erection.
"What are you gonna do?" Doug asked, his brown eyes shining.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Donna said.
"Oh, shit!"
Donna reached down and took hold of his stiff prick and aimed it up at her cunt. She lowered herself by simply squatting, spreading the lips of her pussy apart with one hand, and guiding the boy's pulsating cockstem toward her rosy slit with the other.
The boy gasped as his throbbing cockhead made contact with her hot pussylips. Donna pressed down with her body, pushing against the end of his dick. The lips of her pussy separated and allowed the end of the cockhead to shove up inside. The barrier was broken, and as she pushed still further, the whole end of his dick slid up inside her.
Doug looked down excitedly, watching his dick slide into a hot pussy for the first time in his life. He had been a virgin for fifteen years, but that was all about to be ended. The middle-aged woman hovering above him was about to introduce him to the art of fucking.
"Aaaggghhh!" Doug moaned, unable to control his excitement. Donna smiled down at him, encouraging him to react fully to every sensation he felt.
"Oh, Doug! Aaahhh!" She sank down onto his prick, taking it all up inside her.
Doug raised up his butt, forcing his bulbous dickhead to push up still deeper into her wet pussy-passageway. He sobbed with pleasure as he felt the muscles in the walls of her cunt squeeze down around his cock.
"We're fuckin'!" he cried, his whole body trembling from the joy of it.
Donna was too absorbed in the delicious sensations shooting through her cunt to answer. "Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Doug!" She could feel the maleness of him pressing against every square inch of her cuntal walls.
She raised up slowly, drawing her cunt upward. The muscles in her cunt squeezed against his dick as it was being pulled from between her pussy lips. Donna pulled her pussy almost completely off the boy's wiener until only his cockhead was still imbedded inside her, and then she plunged down again, impaling herself upon him.
"Ooohhh!" She gasped with pleasure.
Doug jerked his penis muscle, making his whole dick jerk inside her, and Donna squealed with delight. It was hard for her to believe that the boy was a virgin. He was bucking his butt and thrusting his dick up inside her masterfully, as though he had been fucking all his life.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummmppphhh!" The youth gasped. His face was a mask of pleasure and his whole body was tensed up beautifully. Donna stared at him, admiring the perfect smoothness of his youthful skin as she thrust her pussy up and down on his burgeoning erection. She knew that most men would just lay there and let her milk their dicks with her pussy, but Doug, his dick quivering with excitement, was taking an active part in their lovemaking. He was raising up to meet each downward plunge of her cunt, and his big dick seemed to swell up inside her.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He grunted like a wild animal and his mind reeled from the realization that at last he was dicMng a woman. His eyes opened wide.
Donna stared at him with alarm. "Not yet, Doug!"
"Ohhh! OOOHHH!"
"Please, not yet!"
"AAAGGGHHH!" The boy threw back his head and a beautiful expression came over his face. His penis swelled up inside her until it was pushing hard against her cuntal passageway, and it began throbbing wildly. "Oh, fuck!
UUNNGGHH!"
"Doug! Ooohhh!" Donna moaned as she felt the first wet surge of his semen gushing up inside her. Doug was cumming. His big six-inch dick suddenly seemed to grow another half inch and swell up at least a fourth of an inch all around. The pressure of it, combined with the sensation of feeling it throb inside her and the wet flood of his semen overcame the woman atop him.
Donna's whole body quivered and she threw her head back and bucked wildly, riding the boy as though he were a hobby horse.
"I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!" she cried. She rode the boy down, bucking madly and pumping her pussy up and down on his spurting dick until she had milked the last drop of semen up from his balls. When there was no more to be had, and when her own shuddering orgasm had ebbed slowly away, she rolled off of him, letting his oozing dick slip from her cunt and flop against his belly.
"Oh, shit, Miss West!" Doug said, his eyes beaming with happiness. "It was beautiful. I love it."
Donna smiled at him weakly. She was about to reach over to her nightstand for her package of cigarettes when suddenly she remembered that Troy was down in the bathroom and might be finishing up at any minute. She certainly didn't want him coming upstairs looking for her, not while Doug was still there.
"Listen, Doug," she said, "I'm going to go downstairs and wash up now."
He stared at her, and she blushed in spite of herself.
"Would you like to come over later this evening?" she asked. "We could do it again."
Doug shook his head sadly. "I'd like to, but I can't. Have to collect tonight."
Donna smiled. "Would you like to come back tomorrow?"
He bobbed his head eagerly.
"Okay. You can dress while I'm taking my bath. You don't have to wait for me. Just go ahead and leave when you're dressed."
He stared at her with a puzzled look. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
Donna squeezed his arm to reassure him. "No, you were just beautiful. Don't even think such a thing. I want you to come back tomorrow. I want you to come back all the time." She stood up and pulled on her robe, smiling at him. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" she asked.
Doug was sitting up and reaching for his underpants. "Yeah," he said, starting to pull them on over his feet. "I want to do this all the time."
Donna kissed him on the cheek and then hurried from the room and down the stairs to where her second lover was waiting for her. There was a gurgling sound coming from the bathroom as the water from the tub flowed slowly down the drain, and she could hear the sound of Troy moving around inside as he towelled himself dry. She knocked on the door. "Troy?"
The door opened and Troy stood there with his towel wrapped around his waist. The hot bath had apparently completely relaxed him, and he was no longer twitching nervously. Instead, he was standing there calmly, his nakedness glowing above and beneath the towel, an excited look in his eyes. Donna moved inside and shut the door.
Troy didn't move as she moved right up to him. He just stood there, and he made no move to protest as she reached out and unfastened the knot in the towel around his waist. The towel dropped away and suddenly he was stark naked, his private parts completely exposed.
Donna gasped at the sight of his big boy-dick and balls. His penis was even bigger than she had remembered it, but then she hadn't seen it from so close up before. It was about six and a half inches long, and over an inch in diameter. It was truly a magnificent organ for a boy his age, and there were many men who were endowed with lesser instruments.
Donna raised her hands and began caressing the naked flesh on the boy's chest, running her fingers all over the top of his body and brushing his hard boyish nipples gently. Her hands crept slowly downward, moving down over his flat youthful stomach, then down to the top of his pubic hairs.
She dropped to her knees and moved her hands down to his legs, caressing his lean limbs excitedly.
Slowly her fingers moved up the insides of his legs. Troy spread his legs apart automatically, giving himself completely to what she was doing, his resistance completely broken. Donna's fingers brushed right up to where his balls were hanging like big fat plums, and she touched them with her fingertips. Troy trembled and closed his eyes.
He gasped softly as he felt her fingers encircle his penis, and the blood rushed down into his genital area, making his dick swell up in reaction to the touch of her hand on his prick. In just an instant his dick was half hard, and Donna was pulling the foreskin down off his cockhead, revealing the bulbous knob that had been the source of countless hours of pleasure for the boy during endless hours of masturbations.
Troy opened his eyes suddenly as he felt a hot, wet sensation envelop his burgeoning erection. He gasped as he saw Donna's mouth sliding down over his penis. Slowly, all six and a half inches of him disappeared between her lips, and then she was licking him all over and sucking as hard as she could on his pulsating cock. She was running her hands all up and down his naked legs and blowing him magnificently.
Donna suddenly drew back, letting his slippery organ slide from her lips. She had heard a soft knocking sound coming from the living room. Troy had been too engrossed in what she was doing to him to hear it, but Donna knew that someone was on the porch, knocking on the door. She raised up.
"What's wrong?" Troy asked, a puzzled look on his face. His penis was sticking up hard between his legs and throbbing violently.
"I'll just be a minute," Donna said, slipping through the door and closing it. She hurried through the living room toward the front door, not even bothering to button her robe, feeling certain that it was only Doug outside, and figuring that the boy had returned because he had forgotten something.
She held her robe around her nakedness as she opened the door, and a shocked look came over her face.
"Chuck!"
"Hello, Donna," Chuck said, an embarrassed look on his face. "Can I come in a minute?"
"But..." Donna was too flabbergasted to react normally, and before she knew it, Chuck was in the living room and standing there, shuffling his feet nervously.
"I just wanted to . . ." Chuck suddenly stopped and stared. In her surprise at seeing him, Donna had forgotten herself, and her robe was hanging open. The whole front of her naked body, from tits to snatch, was revealed to his eyes. Chuck stared at her, blushing as the blood rushed to his face.
"I'm sorry, Chuck," Donna said, pulling her robe closed.
There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Doug was still fastening his pants as he came into sight. He froze, his zipper still only pulled halfway up, and he stared at them.
The blushing pink color of Chuck's face grew to an angry red as he stared at the young newsboy and recognized him immediately as the boy he had watched Donna seduce on the sofa the day before. He had come by to apologize for calling Donna a boy-loving whore, and now he had caught her in the act again. His veins pulsed with jealous blood.
"What the hell's goin' on?" Troy came ambling out of the bathroom, the question barely from his lips before he spotted Chuck standing there beside Donna.
Chuck stared at the blond youth, his mouth hanging open with disbelief. Even Doug had a surprised look on his face.
Troy was stark naked, and he had a monstrous erection that was all but dripping with excitement.
Chuck's hands clenched up into angry fists and his blood was seething inside him.
All three boys stared at each other, the shock of seeing one another slowly ebbing away and being replaced with the equally shocking realization that they were all there for the same reason.
Donna wanted to sink through the floor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chuck stared at Donna, his anger flashing in his eyes. He started to speak, then shook his head and spun around toward the door. , "Chuck!"
He turned his head only long enough to glare at her, he bolted out the door and ran down the sidewalk toward his father's car.
Donna leaned out the door, holding her robe closed over her nakedness. "Please, Chuck, come back!"
The engine of the car broke into a roar, and he stomped down on the accelerator and shot away from the curb and was suddenly gone.
Donna turned sadly away from the door and closed it. Doug and Troy were still staring at her, looks of shocked disbelief frozen on their faces.
Doug moved at last, decending the rest of the stairs, and he looked once more at Troy's naked figure. A smile slowly came to the young newsboy's face. "Well I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head. Everything had happened so fast that Troy's dick hadn't even had time to sag. It was sticking up, swollen and hard, and the head of it was glistening from the pre-seminal fluids which had oozed out of the slit in the end.
Troy looked up into the newsboy's wide eyes, and he seemed to realize for the first time that he was still naked and showing everything he had.
"I can see now why you were in such a hurry to get rid of me, Miss West," Doug said to Donna as he looked straight down at Troy's burgeoning erection.
Donna blushed, and so did Troy. Troy started to turn away.
"Hey, man," Doug said. "Don't go away. I wanna see what she's gonna do to you." He moved up between Donna and Troy, his eyes full of excitement.
Donna moved forward. "Doug .. . Troy ... I hope you don't think I.. ."
"Fuck, you don't have to explain anything to me," Doug said. "How about you .. . uh, what's your name?"
"Troy." Troy stared at Donna, his face blank. "She doesn't have to explain anything to me, either. I guess it's all pretty obvious."
"I'm Doug. Say, you're the kid who lives next door, aren't you?"
Troy nodded. His penis was still jerking between legs, and the fluids which had gathered on the end spilled over. A long string of his sticky cock fluids strung downward toward the floor and dangled from the end of his erection.
"Man, she must have really been going to town on you to get you that excited. What was she doing?"
"She was just starting to suck my dick," Troy said calmly. Donna couldn't believe the blond boy's matter-of-fact manner after having seen him so nervous before his bath.
"Come on, Miss West," Doug said. "Go on and do it to him. You don't mind if I watch, do you, Troy?"
Troy stared at the newsboy and saw the excitement in Doug's eyes. "What did she do to you?" he asked, glancing down at Doug's still unzipped fly.
"She fucked me upstairs in her bedroom."
"Listen, boys, I think you'd both better go home. This is all getting out of hand. I.. ."
Doug laughed. "Listen to her, Troy. She got you all excited. Your dick is so hard you can't even get it soft. Now she wants to throw you out the door. Are you gonna let her get away with that?"
Troy stared at Doug, then at Donna, but he said nothing.
"Well, don't just stand there, Miss West," Doug said. "Suck that poor boy's dick!"
Donna stared at Doug with disbelief. A few minutes ago she had been the aggressor and had been in complete control of the seduction of the two young boys standing before her. Now the tables were turned and they were trying to give her orders.
"You don't mind if I watch, do you?" Doug asked for the second time.
"No, Troy," Donna said. "Don't let him try to make you do anything bad."
Troy looked at her, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Look who's talking," he said. He looked back at Doug. "No, I don't mind."
"Go to it, Miss West," Doug said eagerly, a sadistic grin on his face. He had become so excited at the idea of watching Donna suck off Troy that his penis had throbbed into life. It was pushing out his briefs through his fly. "Start suckin'!"
He reached out to grab Donna's arm and pulled her forward, pushing her right up in front of Troy's nude body.
Donna's eyes were wide with uncertainty, but the sight of Troy's nakedness was having its effect on her as the shock of the boys finding out about one another wore slowly away.
She blushed as she saw the excited look in Troy's eyes. Suddenly Doug's hands were on her shoulders and she was being pushed down to a kneeling position before the blond youth's widespread legs. Troy's dick was swollen and throbbing right before her face.
"Suck him!" Doug urged.
Donna swallowed and knelt there almost trembling. The blood was beginning to pound in her veins once again, and her normally clear-thinking mind began swirling madly. She moved her face forward slowly, and her lips parted.
"Oh, fuck, she's gonna do it!" Doug said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Donna's hands reached out and touched Troy's legs, then grasped them firmly. Slowly her mouth moved forward, straight toward the end of the boy's throbbing hard-on. Doug and Troy held their breath as her lips moved over the end of Troy's penis, and then closed down. Troy trembled and closed his eyes, and he gasped at the first contact of her hot, wet tongue.
"Oh, shit!" He gasped at the beautiful sensations he felt as her tongue glided up and down on his smooth-skinned penis. "Uuunnnggghhh!"
Donna's hands moved around to the back of his legs and moved up and down, caressing his nakedness excitedly. She rolled her tongue around his dick, pressing hard with it against the spongy-hardness of his boyhood.
"Nnnggghhh! Oh, fuck, it feels so good." Doug moved up close beside them and slowly unfastened his pants. Troy opened his eyes and stared. "Wh . . . what're ya gonna do?"
"I don't know, Doug said, "but I gotta do something. I got a hard-on already, just by watching her take your dick into her mouth."
Troy watched as the young newsboy unbuckled his belt, then shoved his Levi's downward. They tumbled clear down his smooth, naked legs and fell into a pile around his feet. Doug grabbed the top of his underpants and peeled them down slowly.
Troy's eyes bugged, and so did Donna's as she watched him* never removing her mouth from Troy's jerking dick. As the end of Doug's hard penis peeked over the tops of his descending briefs, however, she drew back her head and released Troy's prick, letting it spring up against his stomach with a solid thump!
"Oh, shit," Troy said, staring down as though hypnotized as Doug's throbbing penis was slowly revealed in its entirety. "You've gotta nice one." He smiled as Doug shoved his briefs down all the way. The newsboy was obviously unashamed of his sexual equipment, in spite of the fact that his hard, swollen penis was a half inch shorter than that of the naked blond youth standing before him. He jerked his briefs all the way down his legs.
Donna was trembling with double excitement now. The presence of one horny teenage boy was enough to make her pussy glow with delightful tingling, and the presence of two adolescent youths doubled the beautiful sensations.
"Oh, shit!" Troy said excitedly, eyeing Doug's jerking hard-on and feeling his own erection throbbing urgently between his legs. "Do us both at once!"
Donna nodded eagerly in agreement. Her only regret was that Chuck wasn't there with them so that she could peel off his clothing and line all three of the boys up in a row. She considered the thought of having three teenage boys standing side-by-side before her with not a stitch of clothing on their hard, young bodies. She conjured up an image of them thrusting their hips forward, aiming three burgeoning erections at her hot, eager mouth. She imagined herself reaching out and serving each one of them in turn, masturbating them openly in front of one another. When their pricks were all wet and oozing, she would slip them between her lips one at a time and suck them to orgasm. She would ...
The sight of Doug's now total nakedness snapped Donna out of her daydream. Doug had squirmed out of all of his clothing, and he was now every bit as naked as Troy. The two boys smiled down at Donna and thrust their groins forward, proudly displaying their huge, boy erections. Donna swallowed hard, a lump of excitement knotting in her dry throat. She reached out and gently pulled the two naked teenagers together so they were standing side-by-side, facing her.
She squeezed them right up together and shivered with excitement. "I. .. hardly know where to begin," she said, licking her lips, eyeing first one naked youth, then the other.
Doug grinned down at her and pulled the muscles in his dick, making it jerk up hard before her face. "Why don't you begin by jacking us off a little," he said. "That would be fun."
Troy nodded his eager agreement.
Donna smiled at each of her two young lovers in turn, and she raised her hands slowly toward their aching groins. The two boys gasped at the sight of her hands approaching their excited genitals, and they tensed their bodies in anticipation of the moment her fingers would make contact with their sensitive, smooth-skinned erections.
"Oh, shit!" Doug moaned as her fingers slipped around his throbbing penis and gripped it tightly. "This is gonna be good."
Troy grinned. "I thought you just fucked her, Doug. I don't see how you can keep it so hard if you already came."
Doug closed his eyes and moaned as Donna's hand pulled down, peeling the foreskin down off the bulbous head of his teenage cock. "Shit," he said. "I can cum three times in a row and still get a hard-on. I just love shootin' out that jizz,"
Troy couldn't help but grin at the young newsboy's unashamed honesty, but his grin was quickly replaced by a beautiful smile of pleasure as the fingers of Donna's other hand squeezed down on his own jerking peter, and he felt his foreskin being pulled down, exposing his purplish-colored, throbbing dickhead.
Donna began a gentle frigging motion with both hands at once, milking both big boy peters at the same time. She stared excitedly from one boy to another, wishing she had two extra sets of hands and arms. She wanted to be able to caress their long, naked legs and play with their butts, too, but there was no way to manage this without releasing her grip on their mighty organs.
She pushed and pulled on their peters, sliding their loose sheaths of skin up and down gradually building up speed until she was jacking them off rapidly. Her hands slid up and down, faster and faster, peeling their jackets of penis skin up and down at breathtaking speed.
"Oh, fuck," Doug said, spreading his legs and thrusting his butt forward. He closed his eyes and moaned softly at the beautiful sensations shooting through his prick. "I wish this could go on forever."
Donna licked her lips and stared at their magnificent organs with lustful excitement, knowing just how Doug felt. She, too, wanted this beautiful moment to never end. She wanted to hold their two throbbing organs between her fingers forever and jack them off into an endless infinity of time. She knew she could never tire of the thrill of feeling their hard pricks pressing against her palms, pulsating hotly and throbbing in reaction to the milking movement of her fingers. She was hooked on teenage dick for life, and she hoped the day would never come when they would refuse to let her unfasten their pants and peel them down to do whatever she wanted down between their legs.
She wished there were some way to preserve the beauty of this moment forever, and then she thought of the Polaroid camera stashed away in the closet at the base of the stairs. Did she dare even consider the idea? She wondered what the boys' reaction would be. It was one thing for them to stand there and let her look at them naked and mess around with their dicks, but how would they react if she attempted to preserve their adolescent beauty by snapping pictures of their nakedness?
Donna knew that one day the two boys would grow up and that their adolescent splendor would change slowly into the still beautiful, but not so innocent maturity of manhood. The magic of their teenage years would be gone forever. She also knew that her chances of replacing them at that time with two fresh teenage sprouts would not be good. The fatal enemy of woman, time, would age her, making her develop wrinkles and bulges that no amount of make-up could hide. She must photograph her two young, naked princes so that at least she would be left with pictures of their nakedness. She had a dreadful fear that in her later years, those pictures and her plastic dildo might be all she would have left to satisfy the demanding urges of her body.
She beat her hands faster and faster up and down on the two teenagers' peters, squeezing their pulsating flesh again and again.
"Ooohhh! Ah, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh!" The boys moaned in unison, their legs trembling before her as they shamelessly allowed her to masturbate them. Donna suddenly released their hard cocks and backed away.
The boys stared at her, the beautiful expressions on their faces changing into expressions of protest.
"What are you doin'?" Doug asked, almost groaning in agony as his penis throbbed and ached for sexual release.
Donna hurried to the closet beneath the stairs, fumbled around inside, and emerged with the Polaroid camera and a package of flashbulbs. She carried the equipment toward them with a smile on her face. "I hope you boys don't mind."
"Hey, right on," Doug said, nudging Troy with his elbow. "She's gonna take some pictures of us."
Troy was frowning. "I don't know. I. . ."
"Ah, come on," Doug urged. "Let her have her kicks. Fuck, I kinda like the idea." His excitement at the idea of having his body photographed in the nude was obvious.
"You wanna let her take pictures of us with our dicks hard and everything?" Troy asked.
"Sure, why not? What's it gonna hurt?"
They watched as Donna loaded a flashbulb into the camera, then raised it up and aimed it right at. them. As her arms raised up, the front of her robe fell open, and the two boys were gifted with the sight of her naked legs and tits. They stared eagerly down at her snatch, and their peters jerked up and throbbed just as she snapped a picture and blinded them with the flash.
Donna smiled happily and pulled the tab of the film pack and waited for the camera to beep and announce that her picture was ready.
"Come on, Troy," Doug said eagerly. "Let's : play with ourselves and keep our dicks hard for her. This is fun!" He reached down and grasped his own erection and began pulling on it, jacking himself off at a rapid pace, and tensing up the muscles in his body. "Come on, Troy. Do it." Troy smiled. and shook his head with disbelief at the newsboy's horniness, then shrugged and reached down to participate in the madness. He grabbed his dick and began whaling on it, matching Doug's jerking hand stroke for stroke.
Donna beamed her approval at their action just as the beeper on the Polaroid sounded. She peeled the front off the picture and moaned with delight. "Beautiful!" she said, her eyes looking up at the two naked teenagers, then back down at the picture. She set the photograph down on a table and then picked up the camera. Troy immediately pulled his hand away from his penis. "No, Troy, keep doing it, please," Donna said, pausing and lowering the camera.
"Come on, Troy," Doug said. "She wants a picture of us doing it." He continued flailing his hand up and down his big penis, and he spread his legs to give Donna as exciting a view as possible.
Troy reached down reluctantly and slipped his fingers back around his hard-on, and just as he squeezed down and started to pull the skin of his peter, Donna snapped her second picture.
"Shit," Troy said, "I hope no one ever gets to look at those damned things." Doug laughed.
Their hands pounded madly on their teen-age meat for three whole minutes and Donna was almost drooling at the sight as she waited for her picture to develop, then peeled off the paper and gasped at the beauty of it. It showed the boys in living color, and every detail of their bodies was vividly revealed. The camera had caught them masturbating beautifully.
"Now turn around," she said. "I want to get a picture of your backs."
Troy frowned, but Doug just grinned. "She has a thing for boys' behinds," he said, chuckling. "You should have seen what she did to mine yesterday."
"Doug!" Donna gasped, not wanting Doug to reveal her horrible secret.
"She stuck her face right up inside my behind and licked me out."
Troy stared at Doug with a shocked look on his face, and his fist froze around his cock.
"Doug, please!" Donna begged for Doug to hush, but the young newsboy was obviously amused by her embarrassment.
"She stuck her old tongue right up inside my asshole," he said, still grinning.
Troy shook his head in amazement. "No shit?"
Doug nodded proudly.
The two boys turned so that their naked backs were exposed to the camera, and Donna licked her lips as she raised it and eyed their firm young bottoms through the viewfinder. She snapped the picture, and then they turned to face her again so she could watch them fondle their private parts.
"Fuck, I think that's enough pictures of us by ourselves, don't you, Troy?" Doug asked, taking his hand off his prick and letting it sway hard and throbbing like a living thing between his legs.
Troy nodded, and following Doug's example, released his grip on his prick. The two boys moved toward Donna. She stared at them, the lustful look on her face turning into a quizzical one.
"Wh . . . what are you boys going to do?"
Doug reached out and grasped the camera and gently but firmly pulled it from her hands. In an instinctive gesture, which was almost funny considering the circumstances, Donna pulled her robe over her nakedness.
Doug grinned at her. "Take it off!" he ordered. Donna stared at him, not moving. "Go ahead," Doug said. "Take off your robe. Now I'm gonna get a picture of you. How the fuck does this thing work, anyway?" He turned the camera around in-his hands, studying it, then nodded to himself. He looked up grinning as Donna slowly drew off her robe and stood there stark naked before him.
"Now get down on your knees and suck on Troy's dick," Doug said. Holding up the camera and aiming it at his new teenage friend, he waited for her to obey him.
"Oh, fuck!" Troy moaned excitedly as Donna moved over and knelt down in front of him.
She opened her mouth, and Troy moved forward eagerly, encircling the base of his big dick with his fingers and guiding it straight up between her hot, red lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Just stick it halfway in," Doug instructed Troy. "I wanna be able to see part of it sticking out of her mouth." He stared through the viewfinder as Donna's lips clamped down on Troy's prick and he heard Troy moan with pleasure. "Oh, shit," Doug said. "This is gonna be great!"
He snapped the picture and Donna blinked at the explosion of the flash, temporarily blinded. She kept her lips firmly gripped around Troy's throbbing erection, and she began sucking on it as hard as she could. As Doug peeled the paper off the pornographic picture he had just snapped and moaned with perverse delight, her sight began returning, but there were blurry spots floating around before her.
Donna was too busy to worry about them, however. She was in the process of rolling her tongue around Troy's huge hard-on. The boy moaned with pleasure each time her tongue swept up his mighty erection. She licked it all over, not missing a single square inch, and as she sucked, her hands went to work caressing the boy's naked legs, brushing up and down the backs of them, stroking them excitedly.
Doug moved in closer to her and adjusted the camera for a close-up shot. He knelt down and aimed it right at Troy's midsection, framing up a beautiful picture that would show a side view of the boy, from his butt to his throbbing prick, and Donna's face with her mouth hungrily devouring him.
"Reach up and mess around with his ass a little," the newsboy said.
Donna was all too happy to oblige him. Her fingers moved upward, stroking the back of Troy's naked legs lightly, and Troy moaned with pleasure. She brought her fingers right up to his ass and encircled a naked teenage bun in each hand.
"Uuunringgghhh! Ooohhh!" Troy was gasping with pleasure. Her tongue was rolling all over his dick, licking it all over, not missing a single spot, and she was sucking on him harder than ever. He felt a surging sensation in his penis as his pre-seminal fluids were forcibly sucked up. She was drawing it up by using his dick as a straw in spite of his efforts to hold his fluids back by straining the muscles in the base of his shaft.
Doug snapped a close-up shot, and his eyes shined excitedly at the sight of the all-out blow-job
Troy was receiving.
Donna moved her fingers around over Troy's naked buttocks, playing shamelessly with his ass. Doug knew what was going to happen next, and he grinned as he saw that he was right. Donna was pulling the cheeks of the blond teenager's bottom apart and shoving one hand into his asscrack. Troy cooed with pleasure and pressed forward, shoving his big dick still further down her throat.
Doug quickly moved around and situated himself so he could get a picture of her spreading open Troy's rectum, and he moaned with delight as he saw her index finger probing at the brown puckering of his anus. Her finger pushed up, then slowly slid inside, and as she wriggled it in, burrowing it up inside Troy's asshole, Doug snapped a picture. He raised up and pulled the picture from the camera and groaned.
"Shit! That was the last picture!"
Donna moaned, too, but she continued sucking on Troy's dick in spite of her disappointment. She would have liked to have filled an album with pictures of these perverse activities so that in her "old age" she could pass her time leafing through them while she brought herself off again and again with her old friend, her dildo.
Troy shoved his groin forward still further as her finger wriggled around inside his butt. She probed upward with her fingertip till she located his prostate gland, and she began rubbing it gently.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" Troy closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, and he bucked his hips, driving his big cock in and out of her throat.
Donna rubbed his prostate vigorously, and sucked on his dick as hard as she could. Doug knelt down beside her, shoving his knees apart, and he reached down and grabbed himself. His face was within a foot of Donna's mouth and Troy's dick, and he absorbed every detail of the cocksucking orgy taking place as he began to draw his hand up and down on his penis, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
Donna watched him jacking off through the corner of her eye as she slurped and slobbered on Troy's erection. She could see Doug's foreskin sliding up and down over the head of his dick again and again, and the slit in the end of his peter opened and closed as though gasping, and emitted a long, slow dribble of sticky, clear pre-cum juice. Doug pulled his fingers up into the oozing liquid and spread it downward, using it to lubricate his dick.
The sight of him masturbating excited Donna still more, and she set up a powerful suction with her mouth, making Troy squeal with delight. "Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! AAAHHH!" Donna knew that the blond youth couldn't hold out much longer. His penis had jerked out stiff and began quivering in her throat, swelling and pulsating violently. The steady dribble of fluids which had been oozing up through it had suddenly stopped. She knew that Troy was straining the muscles in his dick as hard as he could, trying to hold back. He was on the brink of orgasm. The instant his muscles let go, he would cum, shooting a torrent of his sticky boy jism into her throat. Still he held back, his whole body tensing as he strained to keep from cumming, but Donna knew he couldn't keep up the strain much longer.
She deliberately, almost sadistically, resumed her expert tongue work. She rolled her hot, wet tongue all around his big penis, licking it all over, and pressed her lips down tight against its root and pulled with them at the same time. She moved her tongue right up to his cockhead and licked it all over.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, no! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy threw back his head and moaned for mercy.
Donna showed none. She placed her tongue right on the sensitive underside of his cockhead, and she pressed down as hard as she could and sucked, creating a vacuum that made him cry out excitedly.
The muscle holding back his churning semen weakened under the onslaught of her pumping mouth, then let go, just for an instant. There was no way he could clamp it back down again. His semen was bursting loose and shooting up through his shaft, and his whole dick was jerking violently in Donna's mouth. His sperm shot straight up, then out the slit in the end of his dick, and it splattered hard against the back of her throat.
Donna glided her lips up and down on his cock, milking him with her mouth and licking his peter skin all over at the same time.
"GGGNNNPPPHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh! AAAGGGHHH!"
Troy bucked his hips, grunting lustfully, thrusting his prick in and out of her mouth. His whole body shook with the spasms of his orgasm.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Mmmppphhh!"
He fell forward and grasped Donna's naked back as she.knelt down between his legs, her lips and tongue working away at his peter, milking him dry. When the last surge of semen had shot out the end of his prick, Donna swallowed it down and pulled her mouth away. She licked his hard, throbbing organ clean as he gasped weakly atop her, then gently she pushed him up and wriggled out from under his weight.
The two of them panted breathlessly, but the sound of a third panting quickly distracted them from their tiredness. Doug, who had been watching every exciting detail of the blow-job Donna had given Troy, was jerking himself off furiously. His hand was flailing up and down on his dick, and every muscle in his body had tensed.
"Are you gonna cum?" Troy asked, his eyes widening.
Doug nodded and closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah! I can feel it building up! Ohhh, fuck! Aaahhh!"
Troy and Donna looked into each other's eyes, and they both smiled mischievously, coming to a secret agreement without saying a word to one another. They moved forward, and Doug looked at them, his eyes widening. They were upon him before he could utter a protest. Troy was up behind his head, pulling him back flat onto the floor and forcing his hands off his aching erection. Troy spread the young newsboy's arms upward and held them tight, leaving the lower portion of his body at Donna's mercy.
Donna shoved Doug's legs apart and stretched them out, laying open his private parts to view, and she began stroking his legs with her fingers, brushing her fingertips up and down slowly, but carefully avoiding contact with his sexual parts themselves.
"Oh, no! Please, I wanna cum! I can't stand it!" Doug squirmed, trying to break an arm loose so that he could reach down and grasp himself and finish the job he had been on the brink of completing. His dick stuck up at an angle over his belly button, quivering, the slit in the end opening and closing as the clear cock fluids oozed ou1 steadily. The sticky fluids gathered on the end of his penis, then spilled over and strung down onto his quivering belly and gathered in a puddle.
"Jack me off! Please! AAAGGGHHH! Oh, shit!"
Troy was holding him firmly, and he couldn't break loose. Doug's legs trembled as Donna's fingers traced maddeningly up and down their insides, moving up ever closer with each pass toward his burgeoning erection.
"Oh, fuck! Don't make me cum this way! Please!"
Donna traced her fingers right up to his genitals, and she brushed them over his swollen balls lightly, just barely running them through the stiff, wiry hairs covering them. The boy's penis jerked upright in reaction, and the slit in the end opened up as a wet spurt of his clear cockfluids shot out and dripped down onto the naked skin of his belly.
"Man, look at him!" Troy said, his eyes wide with excitement. "He's oozing all over the place! Oh, shit!"
Donna moved her fingertips up to the base of Doug's big dick and touched it at its very root.
"Uuummmppphhh!" Doug's whole body tensed. It was all he could do to control himself. The sensations surging through his dick were enveloping his whole being, and it seemed that all that existed in the universe was his big dick, pulsating, quivering, getting ready to erupt in a sperm-splattering orgasm that would engulf the galaxies in his sticky, teenage semen.
Donna's fingers drew upward, tracing up the underneath side of his quivering erection, gently tickling it. Doug was writhing beneath her, grinding his butt down into the rug in near agony as the beautiful sensations shot through his penis. She was moving her fingers right up to his cockhead itself, and tickling the underside of it with her fingernails. "Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Please, do it!" Doug was begging for mercy, pleading with her to wrap her hand solidly around his peter and pull the skin up and down.
Instead, Donna removed her hands from his genitals completely, and began running her fingernails over his naked belly, drawing them around in circles, deliberately holding off the peter-grabbing clench that would push the boy over the brink and make him shoot out his hot, adolescent offering.
"Nnnggghhh! Mmmmppphhh!" She paid no heed to his moans of half-agony, half-pleasure. Instead of grabbing his dick, she moved her fingers further away from it, tracing them up to his naked chest and gently brushing them over his hard, excited nipples.
Doug strained, raising his butt up off the floor so that his dick was within a foot of Donna's hot, red lipS. He was obviously trying to tempt her into taking it inside her mouth and sucking him off to a magnificent sperm-spewing orgasm, but Donna somehow managed to resist the inviting offer.
She drew her fingers back down onto his belly and moved them painfully slowly toward his throbbing, red penis. Doug collapsed, letting his rear end fall back down onto the rug. His legs quivered in anticipation as her fingertips drew right down to the top of his cock, but then her hands separated, and she was moving them around it, drawing one hand down each side of his pubic bush and completely avoiding contact with the fleshy peter-meat inside it.
Doug could stand no more. He wrenched himself free from Troy's hold and sat upright and grabbed his penis firmly with his hand.
"Ooohhh, fuck! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Wait, Doug! Not yet!" Donna dove down, trying to maneuver herself between Doug's legs so that she could put her mouth onto his penis, but Doug, in his excitement, had completely lost control of himself.
He fell backward, falling flat onto the floor between Troy's knees, his hand jerking violently on his throbbing dick. Troy stared breathlessly, too excited at the sight to reach down and stop Doug's masturbating hand.
"Aaahhh! Oh, shit, it's so good! Mmmppphhh!"
Laying there on his back before them, Doug spread his legs apart and pushed his butt up into the air.
Donna scrambled to her knees and crawled quickly toward his midsection, but she was too late.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Doug's whole body was stiffening up off the floor, and he was jerking in convulsions. The slit in the end of his penis opened up and a big blob of creamy, white sperm shot out and landed with a splat on his belly.
"GGGNNNGGGHHH!" He closed his eyes and moaned loudly as his dick became a geysering fountain, shooting his boyfuck juice all over his own naked torso. His butt fell back to the floor and he squirmed violently as his fist flailed away without mercy, whipping up his offering and spilling it everywhere.
Big drops of jism splattered against his chest, belly, and legs, and some of it flew straight up into the air and fell right back down onto his dick and balls. His fingers were coated with his own sperm as they rubbed up and down on his spewing peter.
"Nnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!
AARRGGHH!"
Troy and Donna watched spellbound as he milked himself dry, then stopped squirming at last, and fell back, completely exhausted, a smile on his face.
"Wow!" Troy fell back into a sitting position and shook his head with disbelief. "What a sight!" Troy's own dick was hard again, and sticking up above his balls like a flagpole. He reached down and began rubbing it, drawing his fingers up and down slowly. The sight of watching Doug jack himself off had obviously had its effect.
Donna had not watched it without emotion herself. Her pussy was full of excited tingling sensations, and she knew she had to have relief. She crawled past Doug's open-splayed nakedness, moving toward Troy. Troy's eyes shined excitedly as he watched her approaching him, her big tits hanging down like ripe melons as she crawled on her hands and knees.
She moved right up and grasped his hands, pulling them away from his excited peter, and she pushed him down onto his back. Troy spread his legs to allow her to crawl right up between them, and he gasped as she took hold of his erection, held it upright and maneuvered herself into position directly over it, the hairs of her pussy brushing against his cockhead.
"Oh, shit!" Troy stared with wide, unbelieving eyes as she lowered her cunt toward the end of his dick. The lips of her pussy pressed down against his cockhead, and he tremblecl and closed his eyes. He was going to get fucked for the first time in his life. His virgin cock was going to know at last what it felt like to be buried up inside a woman's pussy.
Donna pressed downward, and the lips of her cunt separated, allowing the end of his dick to push up inside. The whole top of his peter disappeared from sight into her hair-covered cunt.
"Ooohhh! Ah, shit!" Troy opened his eyes and raised up his head, wanting to see his boyhood slide up inside her.
Even Doug, his body now completely drained, was sitting up and watching excitedly, his eyes bugging with disbelief. It was one thing for the middle-aged woman to play with their dicks and suck them off in front of one another, but to let them watch each other fuck her was something else. It was almost too good to be true.
Donna lowered her pussy still more, shoving it down over Troy's smooth-skinned peter until half of it was buried up inside her.
There was a heavy knock at the door. All movement in the thick air of the living room stopped, and they all held their breath.
"Oh, no! Not now!" Troy moaned with despair. Just when he was about to get fucked for the first time in his life, this!
They waited, hoping the intruder outside the front door would go away and let them resume their lovemaking.
The knock came again. "Troy?"
"Oh, shit! It's my dad!" Troy moaned with displeasure.
Donna bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, her heart going out to him as he lay in an agony of despair before her. "We'll do it later, Troy. I promise."
She raised up and drew herself off the youth, drawing her pussy lips up off his throbbing peter.
There was a wild scramble for clothing in the next thirty seconds. Donna pulled on her robe, and
Troy shoved his legs down into his Levi's and drew them up. Doug pulled out his handkerchief and blotted up his wet splotches of semen from his body, then began pulling on his Levi's as well. In less than two minutes, they were all dressed, and
Donna was moving toward the door. She turned and surveyed the room for one last time, making sure there were no tell-tale signs of the sexual activities which had been taking place in the middle of the big soft rug, and then she opened the door.
Troy's father, a big, balding man in his early forties, stood before her, frowning. "Is my boy here?"
Donna nodded. "Is something the matter?"
The big man kept frowning. "No, nothing's the matter. I just want my boy, that's all."
Troy moved forward. "Shit, dad, can't I ever do anything? Do you have to run after me like I'm a little kid in kindergarten? Fuck!"
His father clenched his fists, and Donna knew that if she weren't standing between them, he would have struck his son. "Don't talk that way in front of a lady," he said. "I'm sorry, Miss West. I try to teach the boy manners."
Donna forced a smile. "I wouldn't worry about
Troy," she said. "He's a good boy."
Troy's father grunted with disgust.
"What do you want, Dad?" Troy asked, shielding his body from his father's view by standing behind Donna so that his father wouldn't be "able to see his bulging penis pushing out the front of his pants. It was throbbing down into half-hardness now, and he only needed a few more seconds and it would be safe to let himself be seen.
"I want you to come home, that's what I want. You didn't take out the garbage. You didn't make your bed. You didn't set the table for your mother. What do you mean, running off like that and leaving all the work for us? Who do you think you are?"
"It's my fault," Donna said, defending her young boy lover. "Troy and Doug here were helping me move some furniture."
The big man blushed.
"I hope you don't mind," Donna said. "It took longer than I thought, and we still didn't get finished. Would it be all right if Troy comes back tomorrow night to help me finish up?"
"Well, I guess," Troy's father said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. He had suddenly noticed that the top button of Donna's robe wasn't fastened, and he blushed at the sight of her swollen breasts as half of them pushed out into view. "He can come over and help if he gets his work done at home first. He has to run the vacuum cleaner for his mother tomorrow night."
Donna turned and looked into Troy's eyes, and saw them shining in anticipation of spending another afternoon writhing around on the floor naked with her pawing over his dick. "Will you come?" she asked, smiling at her own deliberate play on words.
"Yes, I'll come!" he said, smiling back at her. "Let's go," his father said, his eyes still glued on Donna's half-exposed breasts. He turned and walked off the porch, and Troy reluctantly followed him, grinning as he felt Donna's hand pat his ass as he walked out the door.
Donna turned toward Doug as Troy and his father moved out of sight. "What about you, Doug, will you come back tomorrow night, too?"
Doug grinned at her. "You bet," he said, licking his lips. "I shouldn't. I should be collecting for my paper route, but I don't care." He laughed. "Did you see the way Troy's old man was looking at your tits? You almost gave him a hard-on."
Donna looked down at her unbuttoned robe and blushed. "I just feel sorry for Troy," she said, thinking of the disappointed look that had been on the boy's face when, on the verge of having his penis shoved up inside a woman for the first time in his life, the beautiful moment had been interrupted.
"Yeah, having to work around his old man's house like some dumb housekeeper," Doug said. "I feel sorry -for him, too. Set the table, Troy! Run the vacuum cleaner, Troy! Make your bed, Troy! If I was Troy, I'd run away from home."
Donna knew that Doug had misunderstood her, but it really didn't matter. She resolved that she would make up Troy's disappointment at having his first fuck interrupted by making it beautiful for him when he returned the next day. She would draw it out, and make it an experience he wouldn't forget as long as he lived.
"Well," Doug said. "I guess I'd better get going too."
Donna bent forward and kissed the young newsboy on the cheek. She smiled to herself happily, as, walking out the door, his last words to her were, "Shit, I can hardly wait till tomorrow night."
CHAPTER NINE
Donna's disappointment was strong when Chuck didn't show up for work the next day. She knew that the reason the dark-haired boy had failed to come in was because he wanted to avoid another confrontation with her. He called at three o'clock to let the boss know he wasn't coming in, and that was all she heard about him.
Donna sat sullenly behind her desk, feeling sorry for herself. She was unable to concentrate on her work for the second time that week, and she wondered how long she would be able to go on that way, sitting at her desk, doing nothing, before someone noticed. Just the thought of being discovered loafing made her burst loose in a valiant effort to force herself to work, but it was useless. Visions of naked boys and their burgeoning teenage cocks spewing forth creamy, white jism appeared on the sheets of paper on her desk, replacing the rows of figures she was supposed to verify. She couldn't get her mind off her young boy lovers, and her heart ached miserably with self pity for having lost Chuck so completely.
He had reacted violently when he had caught her sucking off Doug on the sofa after having watched her do it through her open window on Sunday. She had thought she had lost him then already. Apparently, in spite of the way he had spoken to her about it on Monday afternoon, pushing her head down into her own dirty mess and rubbing it into it as though she were a common whore, he had had second thoughts later. It was just her luck that he would come around her house to make up when she was rutting around with Doug again, and with her young, blond adonis, Troy, as well.
She knew that her chances of talking herself out of this one were nil. Chuck hadn't actually seen them doing it, of course, but it was obvious what had been going on. Doug had been standing on the stairs with his pants unzipped and his white briefs showing inside his fly. Just Doug's presence would have been enough to condemn her, but his unzipped Levi's had been the icing on the cake. As if that hadn't been enough, however, Troy had chosen that moment to walk out of the bathroom stark naked, his big dick swaying completely hard between his legs.
Donna shook her head. She knew that Chuck could never forgive her now. She wondered why different boys had such different reactions. Doug and Troy had been shocked at finding out she had three boys hanging on the string at once, but after their initial shock had worn off, they had accepted it, and let her go right on messing with their bodies. Donna wondered why Chuck was reacting so violently, but she could find no answer. The fact that a boy like Chuck could love a woman so much older than himself was a possibility she hadn't yet seriously considered, in spite of the fact that she had teased Chuck the day before by accusing him of being jealous. She hadn't known that she had hit the nail right on the head.
Donna's hand remained poised over the rows of figures before her, but she gave up at last, knowing she couldn't work when all she could think about were boys and their dicks.
She leaned forward, looking out the door to make sure no one was approaching her office. She got her purse and fumbled around inside it, and took out the photographs of the preceding day's sex activities with Doug and Troy, and she spread them out onto the desk before her. She trembled with excitement as she stared at the photographs.
The tw;o teenagers had been caught beautifully by the camera's eye, and the wonder of their bodies was caught forever in the colorful photographs.
She studied each photo in turn, determined to take her time with each of them.
She began with the picture of the two boys just standing there, displaying their nakedness in its entirety, their hard, teenage pricks sticking up between their legs like pokers. She bent forward, studying the details of their sexual organs. Things had gone too fast the day before to allow her to appreciate the finer details, but now she could take her time and absorb them all.
As she stared at the picture, her eyes studying first Doug's big penis, then Troy's, one hand crept down between her legs and pulled her panties from the front of her pussy, holding them aside. Her other hand reached into her purse, fumbled around, and brought forth her dildo.
Donna knew that she had sunk to new lows by bringing the plastic phallus to work with her, but she shrugged, not wanting to think about that. Still holding her panties aside, she reached down and pushed the bulbous plastic prickhead between the hairy lips of her cunt. It was four o'clock when she shoved the plastic prick way up inside her. It was five o'clock and time to go home when she trembled then jerked in spasms in her chair and came for the third time. She had spent a beautiful hour with her dildo and the photographs of her handsome young boyfriends, bringing herself up to the brink of orgasm three times, then shoving the plastic prick way up inside her and cumming so violently it was all she could do to keep from screaming.
The other employees were all leaving, and the outer office was already empty when she pulled the dildo out of her cunt at last, wiped it off with a Kleenex, and dropped the plastic organ into her purse. She gathered up her photographs and put them carefully in a side-pocket of her purse, then got up and prepared to leave.
As she passed the supply room on her way out, she thought of Chuck, and how she had pushed her hand up inside his pants and felt up his leg the day before. She wondered if she would ever have another opportunity to feel up the youth, and if she would ever succeed in even seeing his teenage penis, let alone touch it, or try to take it into her mouth or have him stick it up between her legs.
She swallowed, a pang of lustful longing jerking at her stomach. She knew that her chances of seducing the young teenager had been reduced to practically zero, and it was him, of all the boys she knew, that she really wanted. The longing she felt for the dark-haired youth went on mere sex alone, and although she was disturbed at her feelings toward him, she couldn't understand them completely.
As she opened the front door to the office building and headed out toward her car, Mr. Simmons, the janitor, was coming toward her, and he nodded and said hello. Donna nodded in return, but she kept right on walking, paying no attention to the way his eyes were aimed straight down at her legs. Mr. Simmons stopped and turned to watch her walk on past him, his eyes bugging at the sight of her ass wriggling inside the tightness of her skirt.
The janitor, although he was the same age as Donna, held no interest for her, however, in spite of her obsession with hot, male dick. She liked her dicks young, and a dick as old as his, as far as she was concerned, was no better than the plastic dildo she was carrying in her purse. At least she could daydream about young boys and their peters when she was using it, and that was hard to do when a big hulk of a man was crushing her with the weight of his body and grinding her down into a mattress as he humped her and groaned like an animal.
Donna put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot, sighing heavily as she began the long drive home.
This time there was no mistaking the youth standing at the edge of the road. It was most positively the same brash boy she had picked up on Friday night. Donna remembered the way the youngster had openly masturbated in the seat beside her, sliding his hand up and down on his dick, peeling the skin up and down over his knob of a cockhead until he had brought himself right up to the point of cumming. She remembered the way he had cum, spreading his legs apart as far as he could and letting his dick spew forth its load, splattering hot, boy jism all over his legs and all over the inside of the car. She shivered as she thought of all that happened to her since that night.
She pulled off the road in front of the youth and stared straight ahead, a determined look in her eyes as she waited for him to run up beside her and climb into the car. She pulled back onto the highway and drove on, not having looked at him once, waiting for him to recognize her and make the first move.
"Hey! Well, I'll be fucked! You're the lady that picked me up last week, aren't you?"
Donna nodded.
"Decided ya want a little cock, huh?"
A smile crept over Donna's lips in spite of her efforts to appear cooly indifferent to the youth.
"Turn off to your right at the next corner," the boy said, grinning victoriously. "I know a good place where we can do it."
"Do what?" Donna asked, pretending innocence, but slowing down and swerving around the : orner as he had instructed.
"You know what," the boy said wryly. "You jost can't wait to get your hands on my dick, can you? Fuck, I bet that's all you've been able to think about ever since the other day."
Donna had to fight to keep from laying into him for his egoistical opinion of his own importance. She clenched the steering wheel tightly, having to fight to steer the car down the rough road he had directed her to take. They were moving down a lonely stretch of road that she hadn't even known existed, and she soon found out why. It led back to an old rusty set of railroad tracks which had been long since abandoned.
"You can stop here," the boy said. Donna pulled the car up to a halt. She couldn't have gone any further anyway. The road stopped here, and she would be lucky if she even had enough space to turn around to get back out. She shut off the engine and silence enveloped. "Well?" the boy asked, his voice haughty. Donna turned toward him. His arrogance was turning her off completely, but as she saw him sitting there, and remembered how he had pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles on their first encounter, she suddenly wanted him desperately. She reached out and put a hand on his knee, and began moving it slowly up his leg. Then, as her mind swirled dizzily as though she had forced down a double shot of whiskey, she suddenly lost all control of her actions. Her hands were all over him, pawing him, groping his crotch and feeling him up.
"Hey!" The boy grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away roughly.
Donna blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to be so rough."
"That's not what I'm worried about, Lady," the young teenager said. "I just like to talk about the money before I do it, that's all. Just to make sure there's no squabble over how much after it's all over."
Donna bit her lower lip. The youth was trying to reduce her to the level of a common prostitute. It was embarrassing, yet at the same time, somewhat flattering. It almost pleased her to think that a teenage boy was willing to pay money for the privilege of sticking his dick up her cunt and fucking her. She decided to play along and make a game of it and play "whore for a day." "I don't know," she said. "Five dollars?" The boy stared at her a second, then laughed. "Fuck! Twenty dollars would be more like it. I can tell you haven't done this much."
Donna's forehead wrinkled up into a frown. It was one thing to go along with the boy and play at being a prostitute. It was another to rob the boy when she would have gladly let him fuck her for nothing. She didn't want his money. She just wanted his long legs wrapped around her and his boycock buried in her cunt.
"I can't charge, you that much," she said. "Just give me five dollars and that will be fine."
A surprised look came over the boy's face and he stared at her with disbelief. Slowly a smile crept over his face, and then he suddenly burst out laughing.
Donna stared at him. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Was it something I said?"
The youth was bent over double in his seat and laughing so hard that tears were running from his eyes and down his cheeks. "Oh, Lady, you're a card!" At last he sat up and forced himself to stop laughing. "You've got it all wrong, Lady. I'm not going to pay you! You're going to pay me!"
Donna stared at him, her mouth dropping open, and a deep red blush rushed up into her face. She couldn't believe her ears. "Me? Pay you?"
The boy burst out laughing again, and he turned his head away, knowing her shock was soon going to turn to anger, but still unable to control his laughter.
"You want me to pay you twenty dollars?" He laughed so hard, he choked. "Yeah! That's right!'?
Donna suddenly realized why the youth waited along the highway every evening. He was prostituting himself out to the penis-hungry women who happened along.
"Do you really think I'm so hard up that I'm going to pay for the privilege of having you stick your dick up my cunt?"
The boy grinned. "If you want me to stick it in you, you're gonna have to pay me, Lady. Fuck, it ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. Broads pay me all the time to let 'em do it. You don't think I'm out here doin' it for nothin', do you? That's how I make my bread."
Donna stared at him, not knowing how to react.
"Other boys work part time in a grocery store or somethin' for a little pocket money. Me, I sell my dick, or, rather, I rent it out. It beats jackin' off, and I get paid for it, too."
Donna shook her head, suddenly feeling very ashamed. She reached down toward the car keys, preparing to start up the engine.
"Come on, Lady, don't be that way. I know you wanna fuck me. What's wrong, don't ya have twenty dollars? How about ten?"
"I have the money," Donna said. "That's not the point."
"Shit, I'm worth it, Lady. I'll let you do anything. You can jack me off, suck my dick, or just fuck me. I don't care what you do. Come on, it's only twenty dollars."
Donna hesitated, her hand on the keys. It was true that she wanted sex with the boy. She had spent a frustrating afternoon in her office, thinking of nothing but teenage boys and their hard, throbbing peters. Now she had a teenager at her fingertips, and he was willing to let her do anything to him she wanted. It was tempting, and her mind began throbbing as hard as her cunt. It was true that Doug and Troy would be coming over to "help her move furniture" and she would soon have all the dick she wanted, but that didn't help ease the present throbbing in her cunt.
She took her hands off the car keys and reached for her purse.
"That's the way, Lady," the boy said. "I'm worth it!"
Donna fumbled in her purse, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of the plastic dildo. "Well I'll be fucked!"
Donna blushed, and she quickly covered up her plastic companion.
"You're a strange one, Lady. Man, I'll bet you milk my old cock dry. I bet all you ever think about is boys and their cocks."
Donna handed him a twenty dollar bill. "At this price, yes, I intend to milk you dry," she said, ignoring the rest of his remarks.
The boy grinned. "Ya wanna do it here in the car, or over there in the shed?"
Donna looked to where he was pointing, and saw the abandoned tin shed for the first time. It was so rusty that there were holes all over it, and the thought of entering it made her shiver with disgust.
The boy laughed at the expression on her face. "It isn't as bad as it looks," he said. "There's a cot in there, and in case someone comes along, they at least won't catch us in the act."
Five minutes later Donna was down on her knees on the dusty floor of the shed and the young hitchhiker was standing naked before her, his feet planted wide apart. She had slowly stripped him down, removing one article of his clothing at a time from his body and making a big fuss over each part of his naked skin as it was exposed.
She was pleased to note that the youth was spotlessly clean, but she knew that any boy who sold his body for sexual purposes would be obligated to keep himself clean, at least if he wanted to stay in business.
He was grinning down at her, watching her play with his penis. It obviously amused him to have her fawning over him like a hungry animal, all but worshipping the dick standing out hard between his legs. She was fondling his balls with one hand and caressing his penis with the other, gently pulling his foreskin up and down over the head of his dick.
He was beginning to react to her caresses, finally. He had a hard-on, of course, but it seemed that having an erection was a perpetual thing with him. It was the change in his breathing that let Donna know he was starting to get excited from what she was doing to him down between his legs.
His slow, steady breaths were turning to excited pants of passion.
She pushed him back gently but firmly, making him sit down on the cot behind him, and she crawled up between his naked legs and moved her face right down over his cock and balls.
"Oh, yeah, suck me, Lady! Aaahhh!" He stared down eagerly, and he gasped as her lips slid over the end of his throbbing penis. "Uummpphh!" Her mouth gripped his dick firmly and her tongue lapped out, licking up and down on the underneath side of it. He spread his legs apart and moaned, now completely within her power.
Donna slurped and slobbered all over his big penis, sucking up a storm. She wasn't going to be satisfied until he was writhing on the cot begging for her to let him stick it in her cunt. She wanted to humble the arrogant youth once and for all, and make him realize that he wasn't "God's gift to women" just because he had a cock between his legs.
Her pussy was throbbing as she sucked away on his stem. It was all she could do to control her urge to climb atop him and guide his quivering wet penis up into the depths of her pussy tube.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit, ya better get up on me, Lady. I can't hold out much longer."
Donna raised up, sliding her lips up the length of his slippery cock and letting it flop free. "I thought you said you could cum two or three times in a row," she said, a smirk on her face. She licked her lips and dived back down on him, engulfing his boyhood with her mouth.
"Yeah, but not the way you're doin' it. You're too fuckin' good, Lady. You're gonna milk me dry."
"I thought you said you were worth twenty dollars," Donna said, drawing her mouth off his dick once again. She reached down and grabbed it and squeezed it hard.
The boy strained. "Eeeiiiggghhh!" He closed his eyes, and his whole body tensed as Donna pulled her squeezing hand upward. "AAAGGGHHH!" Suddenly the boy was cumming. His dick spewed out his creamy jism, sending it splattering all over his own nakedness. "OOOHHH!" He stared down at himself with dismay, unable to believe the sudden loss of control he was experiencing. Donna removed her hand completely, and when he started to reach down to finish himself off, she grabbed his hands and held them away.
"Please! Let me do it!" he said. His cock throbbed and jerked against his belly, the sperm shooting out the end and spreading upward onto his belly button.
When at last the spurting stopped and he collapsed, blushing with shame, Donna climbed atop him. He stared up at her with a flabbergasted expression on his face. "What are ya doin'?"
Donna hovered over him, taking his dick between her fingers and aiming it up at her aching pussy.
"Oh, no! I can't, Lady! Please!" Donna lowered herself right atop him, pushing her cuntal lips down around his oozing cockhead. Her pussy lips separated and eased down over the head of his dick, drawing it in and clamping down tightly around it.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit! No!"
She pushed downward, forcing his cum-drained shaft to slide up inside her. Her cuntal muscles clamped around his dick tightly, squeezing it without mercy.
"Aaaggghhh!" He moaned, his prick so sensitive after having shot its load that her tight cunt around it was like torture.
Donna began pumping up and down, riding the young hitchhiker like a horse. She drew her cunt up and down on his still-rigid cockstem, milking it with her pussy muscles to keep it hard.
"Aaaggghhh! Please, Lady! I can't take any more! Ooohhh!"
Donna closed her eyes and rode him down, her pussy throbbing madly. The sensations were shooting through her cunt like bolts of lightning, and she moaned with a perverse delight.
The boy looked up at her in agony, but there was a respect showing on his face which hadn't been there before. Donna opened her eyes and looked down into his, beautiful expression on her face.
"I. . .I'm cumming!" she moaned. "Ooohhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" She closed her eyes again and threw back her head and bucked up and down, riding him like a bucking bronco. Her pussy squeezed down hard around his stiff erection, and the boy moaned, then stiffened, and to his utter disbelief, came again.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! NNGGPPHH!" "Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! NNNGGGPPPHHH!" His second load wasn't as large as his first one had been, but it spewed out inside her, splattering all over her cuntal passageway forcibly and flooding her completely. He bucked up to meet her, and they mated passionately, like wild animals.
They didn't stop until Donna's pussy had milked him completely dry. At last she rolled off him and lay there beside him and both of them panted for breath.
"Shit, Lady," the boy said, his eyes staring at her with disbelief. "You're something else."
CHAPTER TEN
Doug was the first to arrive that evening. He was eager to get right down to business.
"Come on, Miss West, let's get started. We don't have to wait for Troy, do we?"
Donna felt an urgent excitement building up inside her. Her encounter with the hitchhiker had just been an appetizer as far as she was concerned. She stared at the young newsboy sitting on the sofa, and she tried to comprehend how she could be so turned on by a boy so young. The answer as always, escaped her. She only knew that the minute a hot-blooded boy was in her presence, she couldn't think straight, and the desires in her cunt became all important.
She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together, trying to suppress her urgent throbbing sensations.
Doug licked his lips and tried again. "I could really use a bath before we start anyway," he said. "I didn't have time to take one after I delivered my papers. Would you give me a bath, Miss West?"
Donna couldn't help but smile at the horny youngster in spite of the urgent messages shooting up from her pussy to her brain. "Didn't you take a shower in your gym class at school today?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I got all hot and sweaty delivering my papers. I sure could use a bath."
"All right," Donna said. "I guess it'll be okay. I don't think Troy would mind."
Doug jumped up, beaming with happiness, and began pulling off his clothing. Donna leaned forward and watched him strip himself down. She had already seen him undress several times in the past week, but she never tired of watching. The uncovering of his naked flesh reminded her of the emergence of a beautiful butterfly from its cocoon.
Her breathing became heavier as he stood before her, removing one article of clothing after another and dropping them in a pile beside him. Soon he was standing there in nothing but his briefs. Donna held her breath as he hooked his fingers into the tops of them and began pushing them down.
His uncircumcised penis was swollen, and the foreskin was already pulled down off the head. His whole prick sprung out to freedom as he shoved down his underpants and Donna gasped, never tiring of the beauty of him.
"Take off your clothes, too," the boy urged. "Let's take a bath together."
Donna needed no more urging. She stood up and began fumbling with her clothing, never removing her eyes from the smooth-skinned youngster as he pulled his briefs all the way down his slender legs and tossed them aside.
He spread his legs apart as he watched her undress. His erection was rearing up and throbbing above his big, golden balls. Doug reached down and wrapped his fingers around his penis and began squeezing.
"Ooohhh!" Donna was gasping at the sight. Doug grinned. He didn't know why she was so turned on by teenage dicks, but he was certainly glad that she was. He began pulling his hand up and down, masturbating himself in front of her.
Donna was all but drooling over the exciting sight. She even ripped her dress in her haste to get undressed. She led the boy like a lamb to slaughter into the bathroom, her hand already down on his naked behind, stroking his firm, adolescent buns. She quickly plugged the bathtub drain and began filling the tub with fairly hot water, then turned and began openly attacking the boy, running her hands all over his naked skin.
Doug trembled and closed his eyes, giving himself in completely to the beautiful sensations her hands were creating as they roamed over his nakedness. As she moved around and knelt down behind him, he spread his legs, knowing what she was going to do. He had been shocked the first time she had messed around with his ass, but the shock was gone now, and he had grown to look forward to the things she did to him there.
His nude body trembled as her fingers made contact with his buns, grasped them and spread them apart.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" He moaned and knelt forward to spread his butt open as far as he could. Her hot, wet tongue was inside his rectum and she was licking him out shamelessly. "Ungh!" Oh, it feels good!"
Her tongue lapped at the opening of his anus, then pressed down, and the end of her tongue pushed up inside. Doug's swollen penis throbbed and he slipped his fingers back around it. He began pulling himself off, straining the muscles in his body to control the delightful sensations shooting through it.
Her tongue pushed up deeper into his rectum and he felt a surging sensation in his dick. The first of his pre-seminal fluids were oozing out. His pumping hand squeezed down, forcing them out the slit in the end of his dick. He ran his fingers up into the sticky wetness of his own emissions and spread them downward, lubricating his shaft. His penis throbbed again, and still more clear, cockfluids oozed out the end. He spread it all up and down, and soon his peter was slippery and making exciting squishy noises as he squeezed it all over with his hand.
"Ooohhh! Ah, shit! Gggnnnggghhh!" Donna pulled her tongue back out of his asshole. She ran it all up and down the entire length of his butt crack several times for good measure, then drew back her head completely.
The boy blushed as she peered around and saw him playing with his dick. She ran her hands all up and down his legs and kissed his butt all over, then turned him around and pulled his hands away from his throbbing organ.
"Get in the tub," she said, "but stand up. I want to suck you a little."
"Ooohhh!" The idea made his penis jerk up hard and slap his belly, then fall back into its original place quivering. Doug stepped over the edge of the tub and stood in the water and Donna joined him in the tub. She fell to her knees in the water and moved her hands all over his legs, looking up at his big dick as it swayed hard and throbbing right in front of her face.
She took a minute to admire his nude, young body, somehow forcing her hands to stay down on his legs. She wanted to appreciate the beauty of him before her mind went reeling into its maddening state of dizzy, unabashed lust.
The boy was a young adonis. His smooth, cream-colored skin was flawless and he reminded her of the Greek statues of boys carved in ancient times. She studied his black, curly patch of pubic hair and her blood raced at the sight of his prick and balls. His penis hadn't diminished in size at all, but was throbbing rock hard, just waiting for her fingers to encircle it.
Donna reached up and took the base of the boy's prick with her fingers and held it so that it was-aimed straight at her mouth. She moved her face forward.
"Ooohhh! Ah, fuck!" Doug groaned, watching her lips close over the end of his peter. She didn't clamp her lips down, however. Instead, she kept pushing her lips forward over his dick, sucking it into her mouth inch by inch.
"Oh, shit!" The boy watched with disbelief as she took in every last inch of his peter, not stopping until her lips were pushing down against the softness of his balls. She squeezed her lips down around the base of his erection, and her tongue went to work.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck, it feels good! Uuummm!" The boy closed his eyes and moaned. Her tongue was lapping out all over his hot, fleshy penis, and she was sucking on him as hard as she could. He felt a surging sensation in his peter almost immediately as her vacuum cleaner of a mouth sucked up his seminal fluids. She sucked them right out the tip of his dick, then licked them up with her tongue, savoring the taste of him and moaning with delight.
Her hands were beginning to caress his legs again, and Doug trembled, his body crumbling beneath her onslaught of hands, mouth, lips, and tongue. She was literally eating him alive, consuming his boyhood while he watched.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oooohhh! Ah, gee!" Doug spread his trembling legs still further apart as her probing fingers found his rectum and began playing with it. She spread his asscheeks apart and drew her fingers down the length of his crack and pushed her index finger against his anal opening, forcing it up inside.
The sound of a third voice made them snap their heads around with surprise.
"Fuck, what's going on here?"
Donna stared at the youth towering above her.
"Troy!"
Troy grinned as he stared at the perverted scene being enacted before his eyes. Donna and Doug were both in the bathtub naked, and Donna had just removed her lips from Doug's throbbing hard-on.
"Shit, don't let me stop you," Troy said. "Go on and suck him." The blond youth began taking off his clothes, anxious to join the action.
Donna shoved her lips back over Doug's erection and began sucking him off again as she watched Troy undress through the corner of her eyes.
Doug closed his eyes, trembling with delight as she sucked his dick and licked hard at the underneath side of it.
When Troy was completely undressed and standing beside the tub naked, Donna drew back, letting Doug's penis slide from her lips. She stood up in the water.
"Get in, Troy," she urged, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "I'm going to give both of you boys a bath."
"Ah, shit," Doug said, his eyes shining. "This is gonna be great."
Donna picked up the soap as Troy stepped into the bathtub. She pushed the two boys toward one another and began working up a wet lather in the water, then knelt and began soaping up their legs, devoting one hand to each magnificent teenager; She lathered every square inch of their sleek young legs, then moved her hands up to their buttocks and sudsed them up there.
"Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" The boys moaned in unison as she soaped up their rectums and ran her fingers down into their slippery asscracks and pushed an index finger up each of their assholes. She wriggled her fingers inside their butts for a long while, waiting until they were trembling and groaning in an agony of pleasure, then she pulled her fingers back out.
She went on, sudsing up the tops of their bodies. She ran her soapy hands over their naked backs and then moved around to the front of their bodies and began soaping down their bellies.
At last came the moment the boys had been waiting for. Her hands dropped down to their genitals.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Miss West! Uuunnnggghhh!" Both boys moaned excitedly as her hands soaped up their dicks. Their cocks were completely hard and stiff in her hands. She ran her soapy fingers up and down, feeling their hot peters throb, then grasped them firmly and pulled with her hands, forcing the boys to face one another and move right up together. She pushed their two dicks together and began caressing them as one. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck!"
Donna pressed the length of their hot, throbbing shafts together and masturbated their dicks as though they were one enormously thick organ. The boys squirmed, fighting the sensations that were mounting in their shafts, but the harder they squirmed, the harder Donna squeezed.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!" Doug shouted.
"Stop!"
Their soapy dicks were gliding deliriously against one another in Donna's hands, and the hard wienie-shaped muscles slid in and out of their skin. "Uuunnnggghhh!" The two boys moaned loudly and their legs began trembling as she wrapped both hands around their combined erections and soaped them down as hard as she dared.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Doug was the first to cum. His big penis stiffened harder than it had ever been in his life and Donna pressed it hard right down against Troy's burgeoning shaft. The end of Doug's dick opened up and a big glob of white cum shot out the end and splatted up on Troy's belly. "UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Doug moaned and collapsed, grabbing Troy's body to hold himself up.
"Oh, shit! I'm cumming too!" Troy shouted, his eyes widening as he felt his own dick pulsating against Doug's spewing organ. Donna pressed their two peters together. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh! NNNGGGHHH!"
Both boys stiffened and their bodies shook in a series of cum-spewing spasms. Their dicks were jerking violently in Donna's hands and it was all she could do to keep them pressed together.
She smiled as the two boys clenched tightly, holding each other up while their dicks erupted beneath her fingers. Their sperm splattered all over one another's midsections and ran down their legs.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! MMMPPPHHH!"
Donna didn't, stop milking them until their jism had run clear down their legs and into the water. When she released them at last, the two boys separated, blushing with embarrassment at what she had done to them.
"You shouldn't have done that!" Doug said.
Donna laughed. "Oh, no? What are you going to do about it?"
The two boys stared at her, then glanced at one another.
"What are we gonna do with her, Troy?" Doug asked.
Their peters were still hard in spite of the fact that Donna had just jacked them off, and it was no secret to her by now that both of them were capable of achieving a second orgasm without even going soft in between time.
"I don't know about you," Troy said, "but I want to fuck her. That's all I've been able to think about since yesterday."
Doug grinned. "All right, we'll hold her down and you'll fuck her, but what will I do?" He reached down and fondled his still-hard organ. "You could make her suck you," Troy suggested.
"Yes, but we want to punish her. Making her suck my dick wouldn't be punishment for her. She loves it."
Donna stared from one youth to another, breathing excitedly as she listened to them contemplate her fate.
"I know," Doug said, "I'll fuck her in the ass." Troy stared at him with disbelief. "While I'm fucking her cunt?"
"Sure," Doug said. "We'll make a sandwich out of her."
The two boys turned and stared at Donna. She was scrambling out of the tub. "Come on, Troy, grab her!" Donna raced from the bathroom, dripping water behind her, and the two boys quickly followed. The three of them ran naked through the house squealing excitedly. The two boys finally caught up with Donna in the kitchen. They both grabbed her and drug her up atop the kitchen table and held her face up, her legs splayed wide.
"You go first," Doug said. "After you get in her good, we'll roll the two of you over so she's on top, and I'll stick mine in her behind."
Troy obeyed eagerly, his whole body shaking with excitement. The moment every boy looks forward to from the time he discovers a girl has a hole, not a dick, had arrived at last. He was going to stick his wienie in that hole. He was going to fuck a girl for the first time in his life.
Donna groped downward with her hands and began rubbing her cunt, deliberately exciting him as he climbed up onto the table and knelt between her widespread legs.
Troy reached down and pulled her hands away from her cunt. He grabbed his dick and aimed it eagerly at her hair-covered pussy-hole.
"What are you going to do to me?" Donna asked, her eyes flashing. She reached up and caressed Troy's naked chest and fingered his hard, boyish nipples.
"I'm gonna stick my dick in your cunt," Troy said, his eyes wide with excitement. He pushed the end of his prick down into the crevice between her legs and shoved the whole end of his penis down between the lips of her pussy.
"Ooohhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" He gasped and shoved slowly, forcing his dick to slide all the way down into her cunt. He pushed it all the way in, not stopping till his balls were pressing down against her patch of pubic hair. "Aaahhh, shit! It feels so good!"
Donna set the muscles in her cunt to work, squeezing them down around his throbbing shaft, tensing them, then relaxing them again and again, literally milking while he slowly recovered from the initial shock of having at last stuck his cock up inside a woman.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Nnnggghhh! I love it!" Donna smiled and she continued working her cuntal muscles, squeezing his peter again and again.
At last Troy began moving. He drew up slowly, pulling his peter back out of her tight passageway, then plunged down, burying it back in to the hilt. He pushed and pulled again and again. "Oh, shit, Doug," he said, looking up at his dark-haired friend excitedly. "I'm fucking her! Aaahhh!" He closed his eyes and moaned happily, his voice cooing softly.
Doug grinned down affectionately at him, and at the same time reached toward a counter and brought forth a dish of butter. He dipped his fingers into the yellow glob of soft butter, then began rubbing it all over his dick. He greased his penis all over as he watched Troy hump away between Donna's legs, and then he decided that it was time for him to get in on the action.
"Roll her over so she's on top, Troy," he said, moving up to the table and caressing his butter-smeared dick. Donna and Troy slowly performed one of the more interesting acrobatic acts that is never seen beneath the big top of a circus. They exchanged positions, rolling over completely, "without unfastening the beautiful coupling of cunt and peter. Troy's dick stayed securely inside Donna's cunt throughout the entire maneuver.
Doug quickly scrambled up atop them, mounting Donna's back and laying flat atop her, his buttery dick rubbing down inside her asscrack. He reached down and spread the two halves of her ass apart, and aimed his dick straight down.
"Oh!" Donna could feel the end of the young newsboy's dick pressing against her anal opening, and as he pushed down, her asshole opened and eased around his bulbous cockhead. "NNGGHH!
Oh, it hurts!"
Doug withdrew his dick and slapped a big mound of soft butter right down in the crevice of her ass, then resumed his attack. This time his dick went in more easily. Donna's well-buttered asshole opened up around his dick and he pushed. His peter slowly slid down inside her, and he gently, but firmly, slid it all the way in.
"Oh, Doug! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Donna began bucking between the two boys. With each upward thrust of her body, she rammed her butt all the way up around Doug's hot throbbing organ. With each downward thrust, she was impaled on Troy's magnificent erection, and Troy's virgin dick was shoved all the way up inside her cunt.
Both boys bucked their own hips as well, grinding up and down to meet her as she set up a steady rhythm. The boys' dicks ground down inside her body and she closed her eyes, her pleasure so intense as to be almost unbearable.
"Oh! I.. . I'm gonna cum!" Troy was stiffening up beneath her, his big prick throbbing up inside her cunt. "OOOHHH!"
"Hold back, Troy!" Doug urged his friend to wait. He wanted them to all cum together in one crashing orgasm that none of them would ever forget.
"Nnnggghhh! Oh! Me too!" Donna squealed and suddenly began bucking madly, grinding her ass up around Doug's penis, and her cunt down around Troy's. "I'm cumming! UUUMMMPPPHHH!"
"Oh, shit! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy was writhing beneath her. His big penis swelled up and then erupted inside her. "Oh, I can't believe how good it feels." He stared excitedly into Donna's eyes as he ground his throbbing peter up inside her and felt his load of sperm geysering up through his dick and out the slit in the end.
Donna quivered, feeling the boy's hot, wet semen splattering out into the inside of her cunt.
She squeezed the muscles of her cunt around his dick as her own body rocked in a series of shivering spasms.
Her ass muscles contracted as she rocked in orgasm, and Doug's penis could stand no more. It exploded deep inside her butt, spewing forth an unbelievable quantity of hot, sticky jism.
The three of them fucked each other violently and the table shook beneath their grinding bodies as they brought one another off magnificently. When at last their bodies were drained, they began to pull loose from the tangle of legs and arms, peter and cunt, boy cock and butt.
Doug was necessarily the first to pull himself. free. He raised up, pulling his slippery dick up out of Donna's asshole, and got down off the table. Donna was next to separate herself. She pulled upward, and Troy's still-hard penis slid slowly out of her cunt. It slapped down against his stomach, still dripping with cum, as Donna got down off the table. Troy raised himself up weakly and joined them on the floor. They all sank down into kitchen chairs and sat exhausted, looking at each other with smiles of contentment.
"Well," Doug said at last. "What do we do j now?"
Donna stared at him with disbelief and shook her head with a smile.
"Fuck!" Doug said. "I'm still ready for another round. I've got one more load left at least."
Troy grinned. "Maybe she's saving herself for that other boy we saw here last night. What's his name?"
The two of them stared at Donna. She blushed.
"Chuck," she said, lowering her eyes.
"What happened to him, anyway?" Doug asked. "Why'd he take off like that?"
Donna swallowed, and the two boys could see that something was wrong. "I don't know," she said. "I wish I did."
"Have you sucked his dick and stuff like you've done with us?" Troy asked.
Donna shook her head. "I never got the chance," she said. "Something always kept happening."
"Shit!" Doug said. "Let's call him up and invite him over. We'll have a ball, us three boys and you. Think of it." His eyes were wide with excitement at the orgy he was imagining.
Donna shook her head. "He wouldn't even talk to me," she said. "He'll probably never talk to me again. He was mad when he caught me sucking you off Sunday morning when he looked in the window. He was going to forgive me for that, I guess, then he caught both of you here at the same time yesterday. I don't think he'll ever give me another chance."
"Do you want to do it with him?" Troy asked.
Donna blushed.
"Fuck yes she wants to do it with him, Dummy," Doug said. He sat there a long moment, pondering the problem, then suddenly his eyes brightened. "Hey! I've got an idea!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I... I don't know," Donna said, clenching the steering wheel nervously as she steered the car through the dark city streets. "Chuck already hates me. I don't think . . ."
Doug laughed softly in an attempt to ease her fears. "Don't worry," he said. "He'll love it. He came over twice to fuck you, didn't he?"
"Yes, but.. ."
"Well, what more proof do you need that he'll like it?"
Donna shook her head slowly, not at all sharing the enthusiasm of the two youngsters beside her. She wanted to get into Chuck's pants more than anything else in the world, and the idea Doug had come up with of raping him was exciting, but she feared the result would be that Chuck would never speak to her again.
As they turned off onto Chuck's street, Doug and Troy peered through the darkness and began looking at house numbers.
"Slow down," Troy said. "It should be just ahead of us on our right."
"There it is up there," Doug said. "Stop!"
Donna pulled the car over to the curb and brought it to a halt. She cut the headlights and switched off the motor and they sat there in silence staring at Chuck's house, surveying the situation.
It was a poor neighborhood they found themselves in, and this surprised Donna because Chuck was always so cleancut and well dressed that she had just naturally thought that he came from a well-to-do middle-class family. Now that she thought back, however, she realized that he usually wore the same clothes, and that it was his cleanliness and good grooming that gave one the impression that he was always well dressed.
Looking at the boy's home, Donna gave a little shiver.
"What a dump!" Doug said.
Donna nodded. Of all the houses in the neighborhood, Chuck's was the shabbiest. It was obvious that his parents took no pride whatsoever in the appearance of their home. The other houses looked bad, but theirs was a disaster area.
"I just can't believe it," Donna said softly, speaking to herself.
"Look!" Troy said. "Someone's coming out."
The front door of the house opened and a woman ran out into the yard and turned to face the house. "You bastard!" she screamed.
A fat man in a T-shirt appeared at the door and threw something out at her. "Come back here, you bitch! I'll show you!"
"You and who else?" the woman yelled. She took off running down the street.
The man ran out and started to chase her, his bare feet slapping on the sidewalk and his big belly bouncing beneath his tight-stretched T-shirt. He soon gave up the chase, however, and returned to the house cursing loudly. He disappeared through the door and slammed it shut.
The three people in the car sat staring, still not able to believe what they had seen. To Donna's surprise, not a single face appeared at the windows of the neighboring houses to see what was going on. Apparently such events were too common in the neighborhood to deserve any special interest. As they continued staring at the house, the door opened again, and the fat man, who was apparently Chuck's father, reappeared. He slipped out into the darkness, pulling on a jacket, slammed the door behind him, and began walking angrily down the sidewalk in the direction his wife had taken.
"Come on," Doug said excitedly, "now's our chance!"
"I don't know," Donna said. "I don't like this at all!"
"You wait here," Doug told her. "Troy and I'll go and check things out, then we'll come back and get you if the coast is clear."
He opened the car door and scrambled out with Troy right after him, and they headed off through the darkness. Donna watched them cut off through the grass and run along the edge of Chuck's house until they were out of sight.
She stared through the darkness where they had disappeared and lit up a cigarette nervously, waiting for them to return.
It seemed like an eternity passed before they finally did reappear, but she knew it couldn't have actually been over five minutes because she was only just stubbing out her cigarette.
The boys hurried up to the car excitedly.
"We saw him through a window," Doug said, panting for breath. "He's in his bedroom."
"Come on!" Troy urged.
Donna was trembling, partly from nervousness and partly from excitement. She opened the car door and followed the boys, her heart seeming to throb uncontrollably and a monstrous lump sticking in her throat, making it next to impossible to swallow.
She almost lost one of her shoes in the darkness as the boys led her along the edge of her prospective boy lover's house, and she had to pause and pull it back on.
"Come on!" Doug urged.
They led her right up to a window near the rear of the house. There was a light on in the room behind it. There was a shade, and it was drawn clear down, but apparently it was too short for the window it was being forced to service, for there was a full two inches of uncovered window showing beneath it, and through this space they could see someone moving around inside.
Donna peered down through the opening, the two boys on either side of her.
Chuck was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, his hands clenched up in fists, and with a worried frown on his face. They knew he was reacting to the violent scene his parents had just enacted. He was seething, and seemed almost ready to explode.
Donna's heart went out to the boy as she watched him walking back and forth in the narrow confines of his bedroom, but her mind quickly flitted to thoughts of a baser nature. She looked down at his legs, staring at the outline of them in his Levi's as he paced up and down.
"He's going to play with his dick!" Doug said excitedly.
Donna stared down at the young newsboy with disbelief. "How can you say such a thing, Doug? After what his parents just did? Look at the state he's in."
Doug nodded. "I know. That's what I mean. I get that way sometimes, too, and to get rid of my tensions, that's what I do, play with my peter."
"Well I hardly believe he could even think about sex after watching his parents fight like that," Donna said. "Do you, Troy?"
Troy shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes, when my dad burns my ass out about something, I do like Doug said. I go to my room and play with myself to take my mind off it."
Donna stared back through the window and she licked her lips, trying to relieve their dryness. She still couldn't believe that a boy's thoughts could turn to self abuse at a time like this, but she secretly hoped that Chuck's would. More than anything else, she wanted to look at his penis. She had seen the bulge it had made in his pants at work Friday night the week before, and she knew he was well endowed in the cock department, but seeing just the outline of his penis was a far cry from seeing it sticking out completely uncovered and ready for action.
"See, I told you!" Doug said.
Donna's eyes widened. Chuck was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt.
She stared excitedly, her heart pounding, holding her breath. Slowly the youth unfastened the front of his shirt. The nakedness of his chest began to come into view as the front of his shirt spread open. His belly appeared. Donna gasped as he drew off his shirt, baring the whole upper part of his body. He tossed his shirt aside, then sat down on the edge of the bed and bent down to remove his shoes and socks.
"Look at him," Doug said. "I knew he'd do it."
"He hasn't done anything yet," Donna said, never removing her eyes from the exciting sight taking place inside the bedroom as Chuck slowly undressed. "Maybe he's just getting ready for bed."
"Just wait. You'll see," Doug said, a grin on his face as he peered through the window beside her. "Damn, I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it."
"You're not the only one," Troy said, whispering from the other side of Donna.
The two boys reached down and began fondling themselves through the front of their pants.
"Come on," Doug whispered. "Let's go get him."
"Wait," Donna said, holding him back. "I want to see what he's going to do."
Chuck was standing back up again and unfastening the front of his pants, his back toward them. They watched as he pushed his pants down.
"Ooohhh!" Donna uttered a little gasp as his Levi's slid down over his bottom and revealed his white cotton briefs. She stared unblinking at the shape of his asscheeks outlined beneath his thin, worn-out underpants. There was a hole in them, and she could actually see a part of one of his smooth-skinned buns.
Chuck pushed his pants all the way down, uncovering his lean legs. Donna trembled and blinked hard. Her heart began pumping madly as the lustful desires of her body began surging through her veins. Her mind began to spin dizzily. Chuck was sitting back down on the bed and drawing off his Levi's completely, and as he bent forward to pull them free of his feet, Donna shivered at the sight of the outline of his ass and the patch of skin she could see through the hole in his underpants. Chuck reached up and pushed down on the elastic top of his briefs.
"Oh, shit," Troy said. "He's gonna do it naked."
"He . . . He's just getting ready for bed," Donna repeated, but her nerves were tingling and a tight feeling of excitement was knotting up her stomach.
"Ooohhh!"
Chuck raised up his butt as he pushed his cotton underpants down, and she gasped as she watched them slide down and uncover his beautiful ass in its entirety. She stared at the beauty of his smooth, round buns and her eyes were drawn as though by a magnet to the crack running up between them.
Chuck drew his underpants completely off his legs and dropped them up on the bed beside him, then spread his legs and reached down between them with his hand. They couldn't see what he was doing, but they didn't have to. They knew he was wrapping his fingers around the smooth flesh of his peter and feeling himself up.
"Oh, shit! Come on, let's go do it to him!" Doug said. The young newsboy had unzipped the front of his pants while staring at Donna's young boyfriend and thinking of the things they had planned for the unsuspecting youth. Doug ran his fist up and down on his peter, moaning softly, and from the other side of Donna's luscious body a similar gasping noise let him know that Troy was doing the same thing. The two boys masturbated themselves furiously while they waited for Donna to give them the word that it was time to move in.
Donna stared as though hypnotized at the young office boy as he sat naked in his bedroom, his back toward her. She could see his elbow moving and knew that his hand was busy at work down between his legs. Chuck, the boy she wanted more than any other in the world, was masturbating right before her eyes, not even suspecting that three pairs of eyes were staring at him excitedly and watching him perform.
Donna's whole body began trembling uncon-trollably. "Ohhh! Let's do it now! Uuummmppphhh!" She was almost having an orgasm just watching the boy.
"Wait!" Doug said. "Listen!"
There was a loud sound of a door slamming, then footsteps running through the house. Chuck stiffened and his hand froze on his hard, throbbing peter, but before he could even move, the door to his bedroom was bursting open. His mother ran in Breathlessly. In her highly excited emotional state the didn't even see what her son was doing to hlimself. She grabbed him.and pulled him up to her and squeezed him tightly, sobbing with tears of anguish running down her cheeks. There was a big bruise mark on her left cheek and a trickle of blood was running out the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that her husband had caught-up with her.
The three people outside the window stared breathlessly, now in a state of shocked surprise instead of excitement. Chuck's mother was" pressing against his naked body tightly, and she didn't even seem to notice his nakedness, let alone the way his hard penis was pressing up against her leg.
Chuck didn't even have time to pull away from her before the door at the front of the house slammed again, and heavy footsteps thundered through the house toward them. His father burst through the door, glaring, and his eyes bugged at the sight confronting him. His wife was in the process of embracing his son, and his son was naked and had a hard-on.
"Oh, shit!" The big man bellowed with rage. "I knew it! You damned bastards!"
He clenched his fists as Chuck and his mother separated. Chuck's mother was so distraught that she still wasn't aware of the excited state her son was in.
"You've been fucking him behind my back!
Your own son!"
His wife stared at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment. "You're crazy!" she screamed.
Her husband grabbed her and threw her aside and stood face to face with his naked son, staring angrily at his naked body. Everything had happened so quickly that Chuck's penis was still rock hard and throbbing.
"You've been fucking your mother behind my back, you fuckin' bastard! I always wondered if some thin' like that wasn't going on when I wasn't here! Now I know!"
His wife was at him again, pawing his big-bellied body with a sudden look of fright on her face. "No! It isn't like you think!"
Her husband shoved her aside. "Shut up, you filthy whore!" He raised his clenched fist and his whole body shook with rage. "You . . . You get of here!" he roared at Chuck, his voice shaking with ahger. "Get out of here before I kill you. I never want to see your fuckin' face again!"
"B-but, Dad ..."
His father grabbed him with his powerful arms and began shaking him. "You dirty, filthy motherfucker!" He threw his son at the window.
There was a loud crashing of glass as Chuck came flying through the window into the darkness outside the house. Donna and the two boys had already moved off down the side of the house for fear of being detected, and they stared with disbelief as Chuck's naked body crashed down into the grass. The young boy's father was already throwing his clothes out the window after him.
"Never, ever set foot in this house again, you dirty, filthy MOTHERFUCKER!"
Chuck raised up, groaning.
Donna, Doug, and Troy moved forward quickly. Chuck's father didn't even see them. He was already turned around and taking the rest of his rage out on his wife.
"Chuck! Are you all right?" Donna held the youth tightly to her chest, hugging him desperately and pressing her cheek down against his own. There was a wet sensation against her naked skin, and she knew the boy was bleeding. Chuck, in his state of shock, seemed unaware of her presence. He said nothing, but just moaned softly and sobbed. "Help me get him to the car," Donna said. "We've got to get him to the doctor." She couldn't believe that his father had actually thrown him through the window. She would remember the horrible crashing of glass as long as she lived, and, unable to see the youth in the darkness, she imagined him to be covered with deep cuts and bleeding uncontrollably.
Doug and Troy gently pulled her away from the naked office boy, and they pulled Chuck up to his feet, one of them taking a place on either side of him. They led him through the darkness toward Donna's car, and Donna trailed along behind, her heart throbbing and tears running down her cheeks. She opened the rear door of the car and they pulled the bleeding youth inside.
They all scrambled inside the car. Donna turned on the dome light so they could survey the damage. She didn't care what the neighbors thought, but she need not have worried. No one was even looking.
"Oh, God!" Donna closed her eyes. "No!" "It's not as bad as it looks," Doug said, his voice calm as he took control. "Do you have any Kleenex or anything?"
"We've got to get him to the hospital!" Donna muttered "He's going to bleed to death."
-Doug reached up into the front seat and got the box of Kleenex himself. "He is not going to bleed to death," he said firmly, trying to shake her out of her state of shock.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck moaned, and the glazed look in his eyes slowly disappeared. He looked around frantically. "Wh . .. What? Where am I?"
"You're gonna be all right!" Doug said, pulling a wad of Kleenex from the box and reaching over to blot up the splotches of blood from the youth's nude body. "Damn! This fuckin' Kleenex is no good at all for this. Troy, do you have a clean handkerchief? Mine's dirty."
Troy pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to him, and Doug began wiping up the trickling blood running down Chuck's naked flesh.
"Ooohhh!" Chuck moaned. "I feel terrible!" He looked down and saw the blood trickling down his belly and legs and his eyes widened with fright. "Oh, shit!"
"You aren't cut bad!" Doug said quickly. "You've just got a couple scratches, that's all. It looks alot worse than it really is."
Troy quickly confirmed his analysis. "I can't believe you only got scratched like that after falling through a window."
"We've got to get him to a hospital!" Donna moaned, not daring to look back at her young lover's blood-streaked body.
"I've already got the bleeding stopped," Doug said, "but it still wouldn't hurt to take him to the emergency room and let them have a look at him. He's gonna be all right, though." He patted Chuck's naked leg. "You're gonna be okay, Pardner. Troy, why don't you drive? I don't think she's in any condition."
Troy scrambled out of the car. "Just a minute," he said. "I'm going to run back and pick up his clothes."
"Didn't she get them . .. ?" Doug stopped in the middle of his question. Troy had already disappeared off in the darkness. He was soon back, however, and scrambling into the front seat behind the steering wheel, gently pushing Donna over to the other side of the car.
"Here," he said, handing Doug back Chuck's clothing. Doug took it as Troy turned and started up the car.
Doug sorted through Chuck's clothes as Troy pulled the car out from the curb and headed off swiftly through the dark city streets toward the hospital. "Here," Dotig said, turning toward the naked boy sitting on the seat beside him. "Let's put on your underpants, Pardner. We can't run you into the hospital with your old dick flopping around like that. At least your old jewels didn't get cut up none." Chuck was coming out of his state of shock, but he was still shaking and too uncoordinated to be of much help. Doug raised his feet up one by one and pulled his underpants up onto his legs under the glare of the dome light. "Raise up your butt!" Chuck obeyed him weakly, and he drew his briefs up all the way.
"You aren't even cut at all down there," Doug said. "Just a couple of scratches on your belly, and a few on your legs. You're lucky."
Chuck looked around and seemed to see Donna for the first time. He swallowed, but said nothing. "We'd better come up with some kind of story to tell them at the hospital," Troy said, staring straight ahead as he turned off onto a highway and accelerated.
Donna was moaning and rubbing her hands together frantically.
"And I think we'd better leave her in the car," Troy added.
Doug grunted his agreement.
"How about saying he was taking a shower and fell through the glass shower front?" Troy suggested.
"Do they even make glass shower doors?" Doug asked. "The only ones I've ever seen were made out of plastic."
"All right. How about saying he went through a big glass sliding door?"
"Fuck, let's just say we were horsing around and accidentally pushed him through a window."
Troy shrugged. "All right, but they're gonna think it's kind of funny, him being naked and all."
"Shit, who cares what they think?" Doug said. "They won't say nothin', anyway. They see all sorts of things in these emergency rooms. Guys come in with their cocks stuck inside bottles or women come in with something stuck up inside their cunts. It happens all the time. I've read about it."
The emergency entrance to the hospital was brightly lit up as Troy steered the car up the concrete driveway and parked in front of it. Doug scrambled out of the car with Chuck's clothing tucked under his arm, and Troy got out and helped as Chuck stepped out of the car in his underpants.
"I can get him," Doug said. "Why don't you pull the car out, then come back when you see us come out."
Troy nodded, and climbed back into the car. He pulled the car away as Doug led Chuck through the door into the antiseptic interior of the hospital. Donna smoked one cigarette after another and fidgeted nervously as they waited in the car, and she never took her eyes from the emergency room door. After thirty long minutes, the door opened. "Here they come!" she said, her hands trembling as she stubbed out her cigarette. Troy started the car and drove up to. pick them up. Chuck was dressed now, and he looked much better.
"Fuck," Doug said, opening the door and letting Chuck climb in, then sliding in beside him. "They didn't even put any bandages on him. They just put a little antiseptic on his scratches and gave him some kind of shot, and that was it."
Chuck looked into Donna's eyes as she stared back at him. She reached back and took his hand. "Are you all right?"
He nodded. "I'm all right," he said calmly. He stared at her, then looked at Doug, then Troy. "What were you guys doing at my house, anyway?
What..."
Doug laughed. "We'll tell you that later, but let me tell you, what a scare you gave us."
"You. .-. You were outside my bedroom window?"
Doug nodded. "We saw everything. Boy, your old man really tore into you."
"Did you hear him?" Chuck asked. "He said I could never .. . never ..." He couldn't bear to say the words.
"You're coming home with me, Chuck," Donna said, holding his hand tightly in her own. "I don't want you to ever go back there again."
"What am I going to do? Where am I going to live?"
Donna's heart pounded and she longed to take the youth into her arms and hold him tight. For the first time in her life, however, the sensations surging through her body were not the sensations of sexual lust, though she definitely still wanted to possess the youth's body sexually. She couldn't identify the strange feelings she was experiencing. She squeezed Chuck's hand excitedly and savored the pleasant sensation of his warm hand pressing against her own as Troy drove the car slowly through the city toward her home.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"You were going to what?" Chuck asked. He stared with a shocked expression at Doug. The boys were all sprawled out in the living room, sipping the cups of hot chocolate that Donna had prepared for them.
"I said we were going to rape you," Doug replied, grinning at Chuck's reaction. "We were going to break in on you, and Troy and I were going to hold you down and take off your clothes. Then, while we held you down naked, Miss West was going to mess around with your dick. She was going to suck you off and everything. It was a beautiful plan."
Chuck shook his head with disbelief. "You've gotta be kiddin'!"
"No," Doug said. "It's true, isn't it, Miss West?" Donna blushed, and, not wanting to answer
Doug's question, she attempted to change the subject. "Please, Doug, after all we've been through together, why don't you and Troy call me Donna like Chuck does."
Chuck wasn't about to be sidetracked from what Doug had said. "Donna, were you really gonna do those things to me?"
Donna's blush deepened. Doug broke in. to answer for her. "I have to admit," he said, "it wasn't really her idea. I thought of it. She said you were so mad at her that you wouldn't even speak to her."
Now Chuck was blushing as he remembered his childish reaction on the two occasions he had caught her with the two boys sitting on either side of him. He set his cup of cocoa on the coffee table. "I guess I was acting like a brat," he said.
"She said that you'd come to her house twice," Doug went on. "You know, to mess around."
Chuck shuffled his feet, embarrassed at the sudden twist in the conversation.
"You did want to mess around with her, didn't you?" Doug asked.
Chuck's silence told him he was right.
"Well," Doug said, "she wanted to mess around with you, too. That's all she could think about. Seeing as how you two weren't on speaking terms, it seemed like the only way to get you together was to force things a little bit."
"By raping me?"
Doug grinned at him and nodded as he set down his empty cup.
"Shit!" Chuck shook his head. "You guys are really something."
Doug laughed. "You'd better really be something too, after all we went through to get you here," he said. "You'd better have a dick a foot long."
Chuck's eyes widened. "It seems to me you've all seen my dick already, and you know it sure isn't a foot long."
"No, we couldn't see it when you were going to town playing with yourself in the bedroom. Your back was turned to us. When your dad threw you out the window you were in the dark, and by the time we got you in the car your old peter was already soft. We don't know how long it gets."
"Why don't you get it out and show us?" Doug asked, grinning. "Let Donna suck on it or something."
Donna stared from one boy to another, unable to believe thay were discussing the embarrassing subject of sex as casually as though they were talking about a football game.
"Don't you want her to suck you?" Troy asked.
"Shit! I don't want you guys watching while she does something like that to me."
"Why not?" Troy asked. "We do it in front of one another all the time. You don't know the fun you've been missing."
"You do want her to suck you, don't you, and you want to stick your dick in her cunt?" Doug asked.
Chuck blushed, but he nodded slowly.
"And you want to mess around with him, don't you?" he asked Donna.
Donna stared at Doug with disbelief, too flabbergasted to reply.
"Shit,- I can answer for her," Troy said. "She wants to suck his dick and have him stick it in her more than anything else in the world."
"See!" Doug said, as though that settled everything. "What are you waiting for? Believe me, once she wraps that tongue of hers around your peter and starts sucking and pulling her lips on your cock, you won't even know Troy and I are here."
Chuck shifted nervously in his chair. "Wait! Now hold on a minute, you guys. Sure, I wanna do it with Donna, but I've got some serious problems I gotta think about!"
"Such as what?" Doug asked. "Such as, my father threw me out of the house."
"Shit, don't you have any relatives who'll take you in? An aunt and uncle or something?"
Chuck shook his head negatively. "I don't have anyone."
"You can stay at my house tonight," Ttoy offered.
Donna spoke at last. During the drive from the hospital to her home she had done some serious thinking, and she had come up with an idea. She had developed the idea, and it had now become an obsession. At first it had seemed wild, but as she had refined it, it had made more and more sense. She only hoped it would make as much sense to Chuck when she suggested it to him.
"Why . .. Why don't you move in with me, Chuck?"
Chuck stared at her. "I can't do that. What would people think?"
"I've thought it all out," Donna said. "No one will say anything, because they won't think anything about it. You don't have anyplace to stay, and I have an empty room. You've got a part-time job and earn your own money. You can room and board with me."
Chuck stared at her as she spoke, and the frown on his face deepened.
"You won't have to quit school or anything," Donna said. "You'll give me some money every month to keep it all on the up and up, and you'll eat and sleep here."
"Fuck!" Doug said, licking his lips. "I think I'll get my old man pissed so I'll get thrown out, too. What an offer. You don't know how good she is in bed." "But. . ."
"Shit, man," Doug said, "she's not just offering you room and board. You'll have all the pussy you want to go along with it. What a deal."
Chuck shook his head, still not convinced that Donna's plan would work. "I don't earn that fuckin' much money," he said. "I could never afford to stay here like that. I'd have to quit school and get a better payin' job."
Doug stared at Donna. "How much were you gonna charge him?" he asked.
Donna blushed. "I thought. . . well... one dollar a month."
The boys stared at her a long moment. They all knew now that Donna wasn't offering Chuck room and board. She was propositioning him. They knew she would probably even pay him to get him to stay with her. Up to now they hadn't realized how much she wanted him.
Chuck swallowed, his love for the woman surging up inside him stronger than ever. His love for her had never dwindled since the first week he had worked in the office and came in contact with her. Instead he had grown to love her more and more, in spite of the jealous outbursts he had experienced when catching her engaged in sex with Doug, then Troy.
He stared into her eyes, and she stared back at him, her heart pumping madly. She still hadn't identified the strange affection she felt for the boy as the love it was, but she realized that her feelings for him were completely different than the purely sexual attraction she felt for Doug and Troy.
The fact that Donna was twenty-five years older than the young fifteen-year-old boy was unimportant in the face of their as yet unexpressed love for one another.
"Will you stay, Chuck?" Donna asked, holding her breath, her blood pumping madly through her throbbing brain as she waited for what seemed like a torturous eternity for him to answer.
Doug and Troy stared at Chuck, too. They were all waiting for his answer.
A smile crept over Chuck's face as he looked at each one of them in turn, then looked back at Donna. His smile broadened and his eyes shone with the affection he felt for the older woman. He nodded slowly.
Donna, closed her eyes and sighed with relief. She had been petrified with fear that he would reject her offer.
Doug and Troy grinned, too, but their sudden awareness of the seriousness of the affection Chuck and Donna felt for one another had introduced a new complication in their relationship with the middle-aged woman. For one thing, they knew that with Ghuck there to plug her cunt at any given moment of the day, Donna probably wouldn't be so readily available for fucking as she had been up to now.
Doug was even considering the possibility that she wouldn't even want to mess around with them any more at all, and, even if she did, maybe Chuck wouldn't let her. Doug knew, even if they didn't, that they were in love, twenty-five years difference in age or no.
"I . . . I guess you won't want Troy and me coming around any more," he said, biting his lower liP-Chuck looked over at him quickly, then glanced at Donna, then stared down at the floor. "If ... If
I've learned one thing in the past week," he said, "it's that Donna can't help herself when it comes to boys."
Donna blushed. She wanted to shrink down and become so small as to be invisible as Chuck hit her embarrassing problem right on the head.
"I'd rather have us all do it together," Chuck said, "than have her sneak around and do it behind my back."
Doug and Troy stared at him.
"You mean you want us to all mess around together?" Doug asked.
Chuck nodded and smiled as he looked up into the disbelieving eyes of the young newsboy. "When I caught you and Troy with her the other day, I was so mad I couldn't see straight, but after I thought about it awhile, I was sorry that I had walked out. I know now that I was just mad 'cause I was jealous. I wanted her all to myself. I've done a lot of thinking since then. I'm ready to share her now." He grinned. "It's not that I suddenly became generous or anything," he said. "It's just that I know that with the way she likes boys, I really don't have any choice, so I might as well get used to the idea and join in the fun."
Doug grinned at him, his eyes flashing brightly. "Shit, Pardner, I'm beginning to see why she likes you so much. You're something else." He looked over at Donna, then back at Chuck, shaking his head and smiling. "You wanna know something?" he asked. "I'm horny as hell right this very minute!"
The others burst out laughing at the unabashed honesty of the young newsboy.
"Well, shit, man," Chuck said, suddenly taking the initiative that he would keep from that point on, "take off your pants." He set an example by standing up and fumbling with the front of his pants, slowly unfastening them. "Let's get this show on the road."
Donna stared at him excitedly, half of her excitement due to her loving affection for him, half of it due to the sexual arousal she was experiencing at watching him spread the front of his Levi's open and shove them down his long, slender legs. She trembled at the sight of the naked flesh of his legs, then looked at his midsection and his white cotton briefs. Chuck was stepping out of his pants now, and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.
Doug jumped up grinning and began following Chuck's example.
"Come on, Troy," Chuck said.
Troy rose. His dick was already hard and pushing out the front of his pants in an obvious bulge.
Donna sat glued to her chair, too absorbed in her excitement at watching the three teenagers strip off their clothing to move. Chuck was standing before her in nothing but his briefs, and his penis was half hard judging from its lengthening outline beneath the thin material of his worn underwear.
At last, as Chuck was hooking his thumbs into the elastic top of his underpants, Donna moved. She scrambled down off her chair and crawled up to the handsome youth and pulled his hands away. She wanted to remove his underpants herself.
She ran her hands up and down his naked legs, and she knew she would never be able to get enough of touching him. Chuck trembled as she shoved her fingers up inside the legs of his briefs and began moving them around. She shoved them around behind him and caressed the smooth skin of his rectum, touching it all over. Slowly her fingers moved right down into the crack of his ass.
"Oh, oh!" Doug said, grinning. "Here it comes. I think we'd better warn you, Pardner. She has a thing with boys' asses. She licks 'em out and everything.
Chuck moaned as he felt Donna's index finger pushing at his anal opening. "Ooohh! Aaaggghhh!" Her finger was slowly pushing up inside. He gasped as he felt it sliding up inside him, and his penis quivered into full hardness in his briefs. It throbbed outward, pushing the front of his cotton underpants out in front of Donna's face.
Donna stared at the shape of his jerking erection and licked her lips excitedly. Slowly she pulled her finger back out of the young boy's ass and she attacked his briefs eagerly, almost jerking them down his legs. His big erection sprang free and swayed hard right in front of her wettened lips.
"Oh, shit, look at her, Troy!"
Doug and Troy moved in for a closer view. They were both stark naked and had erections that were throbbing almost to the point of aching.
Doug reached down and groped for his prick and squeezed it. His whole body trembled. Slowly he began sliding his fist, peeling the skin of his dick up and down. "Aaahhh, fuck!"
Donna had completely removed Chuck's underpants, and she was in the process of stroking his naked legs. Her fingers were brushing ever closer in an upward path toward the office boy's throbbing prick.
Doug's hand began to move faster on his stiffened dick as he watched. Troy joined him, grabbing his own hard dick and massaging it with his hand. The two of them moved up on either side of Chuck and Donna, and they peered down excitedly while they intensified the degree of their masturbation.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck moaned. Donna's hands were up to his balls, and she was brushing her fingertips through the wiry hairs that covered his sperm-swollen sacs.
Donna moved her face forward and the stiff end of Chuck's burgeoning tool disappeared between her lips.
"Nnngghhh! Aaahhh!" His legs trembled and he spread them apart and gave her full access. She was fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his legs all over with the other, and she was pushing her lips down slowly.
"Oh! AAHHH!"
Chuck was cooing with delight as his hot peter slid into her mouth. She was taking all of it in. Even before her lips pressed down against the root of his erection, her tongue was going to work. She lapped it all over the hardness of his big, swollen cock. She licked every square inch of his big, fleshy tool.
Doug and Troy stared down with wide, excited eyes, their hands pulling steadily on their own jerking pricks.
"Aaahhh, shit," Chuck said, opening his eyes and staring down to watch Donna slobber on his peter. "You were right, Doug! Aaahhh! She really knows how to do it!"
Doug grinned and continued flailing his hand up and down on his dick, never taking his eyes away from the magnificent blow-job being given before him.
Chuck's feet were planted wide apart and, still fondling his balls with one hand, Donna was moving her free hand slowly up the inner sides of his widespread legs. Her fingers inched right up through them and began brushing over his bottom.
Doug and Troy threw each other a knowing glance as they peered around and saw her fingers running down the crack between Chuck's smooth buns.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck groaned as for the second time he felt her shoving an index finger up inside his tight-walled bung hole. She pushed her finger in slowly, wriggling it up until it was completely buried inside his rectum.
"Ooohhh! Mmmnnn!" Chuck closed his eyes again. The combination of her finger wriggling around up inside his butt and her tongue lapping all around his dick was having its effect. He felt a surging sensation inside his penis, and the first of his pre-seminal fluids beganoozing out the slit in the end of it.
Donna licked up his oozing cock juice eagerly. She had been hungry for the boy's body since the first day she had seen him, and now, at last, she was getting a taste of his youthful essence.
Chuck trembled as her mouth set up a powerful sucking action, and the beautiful surging sensation in his penis grew in intensity. His whole peter was swelling up and lengthening in excited reaction to her sucking mouth and lapping tongue.
Donna wriggled her finger up still further in the boy's tight behind and she pushed until she located his prostate gland. She nudged it gently with her fingertip and then began rubbing it.
"Aaaggghhh! Ohhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
A wave of beautiful sensations made Chuck's body tremor as though it was receiving an electrical shock. The boy's penis jerked violently in Donna's mouth, threatening to erupt at any minute. A huge glob of pre-seminal fluid, half pure cum shot out the end of his dick.
Donna lapped it up and rubbed his sensitive prostate gland still harder, making Chuck's whole body jerk uncontrollably as waves of pleasure rocked him without mercy.
"Oh, no! I'm gonna cum! Aaaggghhh! UNGH!"
Chuck's whole body tensed as he fought to hold back. Donna quickly relieved the pressure on his prostate and withdrew her finger from his ass, pulling it out slowly. Her tongue raised up off his quivering penis and she drew her lips up his shaft, then released it from her mouth.
Doug and Troy watched excitedly, their hands flailing away on their peters as Donna reached up and pulled Chuck down toward her. She dropped back onto her back and pulled him right down between her legs, and then she released him and began unfastening her clothing. Chuck reached out and tried to help her, and Doug and Troy knelt to join him. Donna's dress was quickly peeled from her body. Doug unfastened her bra and pulled it free.
Chuck's eyes widened and he smiled as her big breasts tumbled into view. He moved his hands up her legs, caressing them slowly as she had done his only a few minutes before. Donna moaned and closed her eyes. Doug and Troy joined-each put a hand on one of Donna's big breasts and fondled them lovingly.
Chuck drew his hands right up her smooth legs to the pink patch of panties stretched around her hips, and he grasped them and began pulling. He groaned with lust as her dark patch of wiry pubic hairs were slowly uncovered. "Ah, shit, fellas, look at her!" He peeled her panties down her legs all the way and drew them off her feet, never removing his eyes from the sight of her bush.
Her legs now unhindered by her panties, Donna spread them apart around Chuck's kneeling body. The young office boy raised up, then lowered himself atop her. He reached down and grabbed his dick and stuck it down right into the crack of her pussy, and he pushed. Donna's pussy lips opened up around his cockhead, and the whole end of his dick slid from view. Chuck pushed harder, forcing his penis down inside her.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh!" His eyes widened in his excitement at feeling his penis slide into a woman's cunt for the first time in his life.
"Ah, fellas, I never thought it would be like this. Aaahhh!"
Hig big dick sank all the way into Donna's steaming pussy, and he buried it up to his balls. He gasped as he felt the muscles in her cunt squeeze around his shaft.
"Fuck her, Pardner!" Doug said, beginning to jack himself off once again. He and Troy knelt over Chuck's and Donna's midsections, peering down to watch every thrust of Chuck's hard peter.
Chuck gasped and gave them what they wanted. He raised up his butt, pulling his penis up from Donna's tightly squeezing cunt until almost all of his dick was exposed, then thrust down, driving it home. He repeated the movement again and again, pulling his peter out, then shoving it back into her. "Ooohhh! Ah, shit! Mmmnnn!" He closed his eyes so that he could concentrate completely on the beautiful sensations shooting through the length of his pulsating peter.
"Oh, fuck! No!" Troy's urgent cry made Chuck open his eyes. Troy was raising up on his knees and his whole body was stiffening. "I. . . I'm gonna cum! Aaaggghhh!"
His hand flailed up and down furiously on his peter. Suddenly he felt a firm hand gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away from his pulsating penis. Chuck had reached up to stop him just in time. Troy's penis stuck out, swollen and red, and it throbbed so hard it was jerking. The slit-in the end opened and a big shiny drop of pre-cum fluid oozed into view.
Donna looked down at Troy's throbbing erection, her eyes flashing, and she licked her lips. Chuck nodded to Troy, a half smile on his lips, and Troy knew what Chuck wanted.
Donna opened her mouth as the blond boy-straddled her face and aimed his big dick down at her mouth. Donna's lips accepted his penis as he slipped it in. She eagerly raised up her head so that he could slide it in all the way, and she clamped her lips around it and sucked hard.
All this time Chuck was still humping her. His big dick hadn't missed a beat as he pushed it in and out of her squeezing pussy.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy's body jerked violently and he came. His peter throbbed and cut loose, spewing big globs of creamy jism all over the inside of Donna's mouth.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Chuck grunted and pounded his butt up and down. His eyes were tightly closed and he was straining to hold back the mounting sensations building up in his pulsating penis.
Doug shivered and clamped his hand tightly around his dick as the sperm inside it built up to the bursting point. "Aaaggghhh! Troy! Hurry!"
Troy's body trembled as the last of his semen squirted out the end of his penis. He gasped, falling forward and catching himself with his hands, stiffening his arms to hold himself up off Donna's face. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck, it feels good!" He let Donna lick his slippery penis clean, then slowly raised up, pulling it from her lips.
Doug's hand was still frozen around his penis, holding back the semen churning inside it. Troy scrambled away from over Donna's face to make room for him. He moved forward and released his hold on his dick in a desperate attempt to thrust it into her mouth.
He never made it. The slit in his cockhead opened up and a big glob of semen shot out and landed with a splat beside Chuck's and Donna's grinding bodies. After that, his penis cut loose with a virtual geyser and spewed his hot cum all over the floor before his widespread legs. He pulled the skin of his peter up and down. Donna stared up excitedly, watching him until the last of his sperm had dribbled from the end of his cock, then closed her eyes and concentrated on the beautiful sensations shooting through her cunt as Chuck's penis slid in and out.
Chuck was moaning louder, and his eyes were also closed as he bucked atop her, gyrating his hips faster and faster, pulling his big penis out, then plunging it back down again and again.
"Aaahhh! OOOHHH! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Donna could sense the youth's mounting excitement and she could feel his dick swelling up dangerously as it slid in and out of her cunt. She knew that Chuck was on the verge of orgasm.
She gasped as his big dick plunged ever deeper into the depths of her pussy. "Chuck I. . . AAAHHH!" Donna gasped and her whole body tensed, then broke loose into a series of spasms. Her cunt muscles squeezed down hard around Chuck's penis as she moaned in ecstasy.
Chuck opened his eyes and stared down at her, a strained expression'on his face. He strained the muscles in the base of his cock to the breaking point, then quivered, and the dam in his balls broke. He closed his eyes. His penis jerked violently inside Donna's cunt.
"Ungh! Aaaggghhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Donna felt a sudden wet sensation deep inside her as his sperm spewed out the end of his dick.
Chuck ground down atop her- His penis churned up and down and shot out glob after glob of sticky semen.
Donna bucked up to meet his thrusts and looked happily at the beautiful expression on his face. She savored the feeling of his penis sticking down inside her, pushing against her cuntal walls, spewing forth his thick boy cream, and she knew that this, at last, was happiness.
Donna closed her eyes and listened to Chuck sigh softly from the pleasure she was giving him. She smiled, and, even as her orgasm burst within her, she prayed silently that this moment would go on repeating itself forever.
