Message-ID: <2535eli$9707311048@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2535.txt> From: laurraca@aol.com (Laurra CA) Subject: Story By L: All About Jack Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970731054101.BAA15874@ladder02.news.aol.com> ALL ABOUT JACK I was home one day when the doorbell rang. JACK was in a hurry to collect for the newspaper. Jack was a great newspaper boy. Always delivered on time, in mint condition, and right on the door mat. Easy to get my paper in the morning. Since its so near the door, I could 've opened the door naked and retrieved the paper, nobody would see me. Jack was a teenage boy, seemed to old to be a paperboy, still only 15 the neighborhood girls say. I peeked out the peephole at him and he was wearing a muscle shirt on this sunny afternoon. Not really all that hot outside, but I guess it might seem so to a person working the bicycle peddles hard. He had a black ball cap on and a blond head of hair. He wore black shorts and a fish net looking tank top, also black. My what a looker he was. He always looked nice, but then, Id been watching him grow up since he was 11. Jack kept pressing the bell. "Hi Jack another month gone by already . Come on in honey and I'll write you a check." He cracked his gum and popped it. Looked all around the room. Grinned from ear to ear and said. "Raising our rates next year. But if you pay for 2 years, you can get a discount." "Sounds good I said. And while we're at it, how about some sunblock for your arms, they are getting so red." "Sure thing" Jack answered back. "Tomorrow is my 16th birthday, Im getting my drivers license next week." I walked over to him with the lotion and began applying it liberally to his arms and shoulders. All of a sudden I noticed that the more I rubbed him, the more the front of his pants looked like a tent pole was in there. I had been in a horny mood all afternoon. I couldnt help but look down at his crotch. He grabbed himself and said "down boy, sorry, Mrs Valens, these pants are so loose, the fresh air rushing through my clothes is real invigorating." "Dont worry about it, I raised a boy of my own. He's 21 now. I remember he used to baby sit you." And on and on we talked about this thing and that. One could tell that Jack was a very intelligent and mature young man even at this young age. He told me how he wouldnt be doing the paper deliveries after next month, as he was starting a computer business of some kind with his high school buddy. I was sad to think of him going away. And decided to toast his big decision. " Young man this calls for a toast, name your poison!" He replied "Gee Mrs. Valens, how about a Budweiser, with a jigger of whiskey." " I believe thats what my late husband called a Boiler Maker!" "Golly Im not sure, could be ma'am " he stated respectfully. We went into the kitchen, and got our beers, he had a shot glass full of whisky, pouring half in my beer and half in his. I didnt have the heart to tell him he was supposed to drink the hard stuff first and wash it down with the beer. We drank it in about 10 minutes and started to get blabby. It was turning dark outside now, and the TV was running on and on. I showed him where the bathroom was and then sat flipping the channels. Just as I got to the dirty movie channel, in walked Jack. 2 blond girls were doing 69 on a big bed, and this handsome devil with his pants down was boinking this cute brunette whom he had laid down on a kitchen table and was repeatedly making her take "the whole thing". I looked up and blushed. "Oops, why do they put this junk on TV?, here lets turn it to the music channel." Jacked laughed, and was obviously intoxicated, his tolerance low. The rooms were very dim, and he came over and said "I've been here half an hour, I should go. Let me give you a goodbye hug and kiss." I realized we were getting hot for each other. "Youre the nicest lady on my route Lyn. Youre the same age as my mom but you look so young, so good.... attractive." I ran to hug him, and then we couldnt let go. He put his wet boyish lips on my cheek, then moved them to my lips and I let out a low moan. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hungry hands. I felt him mouthing my breasts through the fabric of my blouse, I quickly opened the blouse, and remembered I hadnt worn a bra that day in the house. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw my big busty breasts. He licked and sucked them like an infant. Then stopped and grabbed his stomach. "Oh", he moaned. I sensed he was ill. "Let me sit down a minute." I asked him if booze always hurt his stomach and he said NO. I asked him when his last BM was. He looked embarrased and said 2 or 3 days ago. This was my moment to see that cute butt. "Youll be fine, just follow me to the bathroom. Im an RN, I know just what to do. Remove your pants and underwear and lie on this towel on your left side." He cooperated fully until I told him "Youre going to get an enema, then youll be fine." He laughed and pleaded,"Let me go, I need to pick up my newspaper bills". " Not so fast young man". I lubricated my finger with KY and quickly put it to his butt crack, rubbing it up and down the crack, he moaned contentedly. I inserted my finger in his tight tight rectum about 1/2 inch to loosen the aperture, then deeper and deeper til he felt more relaxed than ever before. He began bucking and fucking my finger. I withdrew and got my rectal thermometer. He saw me shaking it down and looked panicky. I swiftly and gently inserted my probe into his pre-adult male bottom. "Im not a baby why not take it the right way?" He whined, tinged with anger. "This IS the right way, you didnt mind my finger up there, now just relax, we'll be finished in just a couple more minutes." I read the thermometer, it was normal. I reached into the medicine cabinet for a Fleets disposable enema." Honey, Im gonna give you a fleets, its very fizzy, and you can probably only keep it in for 2 minutes at most. When you cant wait any longer, get up and sit on the toilet. OK?" "Fine, but you leave now," he asked, wearing a sweetly innocent and endearing expression, his manly pride shaken. "I'll be right outside the door." I lifted his buttocks cheek, and slowly inserted the enema nozzel, and squeezed all the liquid into his rectal cavity. I noticed his penis was getting errect, so I put my KY coated hand around his shaft and rubbed him a little to relax him and mitigate the embarrasment he was feeling due to being treated, in his opinion, like a baby, with a rectal thermometer and an enema. All of a sudden he came, shooting jiz everywhere. He looked up, smiled at me, and said to help him to the toilet, the quicker the better. So I did. When He came out, he was happy and relaxed. "Thanks for the nice send-off Mrs. Valens. I'll be going to make collections now. But you know I still live just around the corner." And from time to time he comes to visit. We have a boiler maker. Watch a little TV, chat a little, and I introduce him to another of the joys of sex. He's such a good boy! ---- Laurra CA -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /