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Sexual unions between mature women and young boys is, and always has been, an intriguing subject. We wonderedabout it, then asked a varied group of people why this was true, if indeed they subscribed to our thoughts. Here are a few opinions we acquired: A thirty-three year old woman who admits to numerous affairs with boys between the ages of 19 to 23."I always feel like their teacher - like I was really contributing something to them - and that's probably why I come so great with them.





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Chapter One
Her name was Edna White. She was thirty-five years old, unmarried, a junior high school teacher of considerable ability, pretty in an unpretentious way, totally uninterested sexually in men her age, but inordinately fond
of young boys. Because of her job, she had to take great pains to protect herself. It would be totally unthinkable
to let it get around that she had an almost compulsive need to be fucked by fourteen-year-old boys. Fifteenyear-olds and sixteen-years-olds were acceptable to her, even the seventeen-year-olds on occasion, but she most
definitely preferred the younger cocks. There was something about a fourteen-year-old boy, no matter what he
looked like, that turned on Miss Edna White to the point where she was ready and eager to do anything sexual
to and with him. Of course this had to be done discreetly, preferably after dark, at her home or some other such
place where no one would be apt to discover them as she fucked and sucked the boy half out of his mind.
School was out. It was the latter part of the month of June... and Edna White had a throbbing pussy.
She stood on the porch of her small home on the outskirts of town and stared at the cars passing by, her mind
working hard on a solution to her present problem - how to entice a young boy into her home before the day
came to an end. She had no idea of how long she stood there - time had a way of marching swiftly by when Edna
was caught up in the grip of cock fever. Finally, however, she turned to enter the house and at the same time she
heard a car pull into her driveway. Turning around, she stared at the car as it came to a halt and a young boy
climbed out of it. Her tongue ran across her full lips as she looked him up and down. The boy was a stranger to
her - she was sure she had never seen him at school, and this was excellent for she
preferred boys from schools other than her own. He was blond, about five feet ten inches tall and of medium
build. As he strode toward the porch, Edna White sucked in air quickly. He had a decided sexy look about him
that was quickly apparent to her experienced eyes.
He stopped just short of the first step of the porch, looked up at her and smiled warmly. He was, she thought, a
very handsome youngster.
“Hello,” he said.M “I’m looking for a summer job. Have you any lawn work... or
anything... I could do?” His eyes were very blue and his gaze direct.
Edna smiled down at him in just the right manner; friendly without being too friendly immediately; prettily
without seeming too flirtatious; sensuously without permitting it to be brazen. “Come inside,” she invited, taking care to sound quite proper. “Let’s talk about it. As a matter of fact, I’ve been looking for someone to do lawn
work, shrubbery trimming, that sort of thing.” She opened the door and stepped inside the house, while he
caught the door and held it for himself as he entered. She had the air conditioning on and was glad of it - it gave
her a reason to close the front door and lock it, which she did without the boy noticing it.
“Sit down, please,” she said to him, indicating a chair that rested directly in front of the sofa, which she went to
quickly and sank down on the plump cushions, taking care that her skirt crept up considerably on her shapely
thighs so that he might view her body better. She took note of the quick movement of his eyes as his glance was

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directed toward her thighs, saw him avert his eyes as he flushed ever so slightly, saw him breathe deeply and
attempt to regain control over himself. She was pleased that he did so almost immediately.
“Did you want someone to work one day a week, or what?” he asked, apparently making a strong attempt to look
her directly in the eyes and not permit himself to dart another glance at her revealed legs.
“I would think that three or four days a week for a while would be more suitable. I have... many things for you to
do, you see.” Edna kept her voice pitched low, but did not attempt any sexual innuendoes just yet. She had to find
out a few things about him first, had to study him as well.
He was nodding his head as he leaned forward resting his tanned young arms on his widely spread legs. “I’d
be glad to work as much and as often as you want me to, ma’am.” He coughed slightly. “I’ll do anything to you,
ma’am... excuse me, I didn’t say it right. I meant I’ll do anything for you.”
Edna leaned forward on purpose, turned slightly on the sofa and then sank back again swiftly. It was a move she
had practiced often, for she knew it would cause her skirt to creep even higher on her thighs. It worked. Her skirt
was now about as high as it would go, and since she was wearing only pantyhose and nothing else beneath the
skirt, she knew the boy could see the outline of her puffy cunt.
From the expression on’ his face, he had not only seen the outline of her cunt, but was quite excited about having
seen it.
She teased him a little. “Is there something wrong?” Her eyes were riveted on his.
He returned her look. “No, ma’am. Nothing is wrong. By the way, my name is Rick Howard.” He looked hopefully
at her.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m Miss White. Miss Edna White. I - er - live here alone.” Somehow it seemed
important that she get this fact across to him in a hurry.
He smiled quickly, revealing his white teeth again. “I’ll do a good job on you... I mean on your lawn, Miss White.”
She pondered these two apparent slips of the tongue. Was he sharper than she was giving him credit for being?
Was he, too, playing a little game... with her. She decided to make an overt statement, one that she could draw
back from if necessary. “Rick,” she said, “I’m sure you will do a good job... on me.” She glanced down at the carpet
on purpose, but only for an instant, just long enough for him to register a reaction to her words, but not too long
for her to glance back up at him quickly and catch his response.
The look on his face, she noted with pleasure and excitement, was one of complete and utter lust.
He was hooked.
She didn’t bother to discuss the details of the so-called job. Instead, she asked him where he lived, the words
tumbling out of her mouth quickly. When he told her he lived in the next town, she informed him he could have

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the job at ten dollars a day.
Having done this, she quickly stood up and lifted her skirt over her hips as if she were trying to straighten it. She
held it high as she glanced down at herself deliberately, then reluctantly allowed the skirt to drop into place.
The boy was on his feet, his eyes extremely odd looking. He was breathing rather fast, she noted.
“Rick,” she said decidedly, “will you do me a very great favor, please?” She glanced at him almost primly. It was
good to glance at a boy in this fashion when you had something important to ask him, she had long ago discovered.
“Sure,” he replied. “Anything you want.”
She half dropped her eyelids and turned sideways so that he might take note of her full tits. Edna knew she was
sexy looking. She had never doubted her ability to attract a boy. The only thing that ever concerned her was that
she might someday choose the wrong type of boy, mistakenly, and that he would react horribly - that is, turn and
run from her, yelling at the top of his lungs perhaps. Such a scene would be hideous.
“Rick,” she said softly, “did you say anything I want?”
“Yes, Miss White. I’ll do anything for you. After all, you’ve just hired me to work for you all summer.”
“Anything, Rick?” she asked again, eyeing him lustfully now and not caring that he saw the look in her eyes, the
expression on her face.
His cheeks reddened slightly, but he did not flinch at her gaze. “Yes, Miss White... I’ll do anything to you... I
mean for you.”
Edna slowly removed her blouse and tossed it over a chair. She unhooked her bra and with what she knew was
a tantalizing slowness, pulled it free of her body. Her pretty, round tits tumbled into the boy’s view even as she
heard him gasp. “Rick,” she said, her eyelids almost closed now, “will you please fuck me?”
He stood quietly in the middle of the room as she went close to him and dropped to her knees before him. Her
hand shaking slightly, she reached for the tab on his zipper, found it and carefully pulled it down. She could not
help noticing that he was already very hard - his cock was pushing outward against his pants, making a very
obvious bulge at his crotch.
“Are you going to suck it?” he asked, his voice sounding strained and tight.
“If you wish me to, Rick. I’ll suck it awhile and then you can get on top of me and shaft me.” Oh, how she loved
to speak in this manner to a young boy. Quite unlike the manner she had to use when speaking to young boys in
school. “Would you like to shaft me, Rick?” she asked, taking great pleasure in murmuring the words seductively.

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“Sure,” he replied, obviously gulping as he spoke, though she was not looking up at his face now and could not
see what he was doing. Her eyes were riveted on the protrusion just above his crotch. “Sure,” he repeated. “I’d like
to do... it to you... you sure are some woman, ma’am. You shook me all up there for a few moments.”
Shakingly, Edna snaked her hand inside the boy’s pants and wrapped her slim fingers about his fat cock. She almost drew her fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of the tool. As she wrapped her fingers about his
throbbing prick, she took note of the fact that it was much hotter than any cock she had held before. She wondered about this a little, but not for long. An intense longing had come over her, and she knew she would fulfill
it.
His cock out of his pants now, held firmly in her small hand, she parted her red lips and thrust her mouth over
the head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked, he apparently became frantic, and grabbing her head, he
began to fuck it off into her mouth.
She pulled away and as she did so, the jerking prick struck her repeatedly on the cheeks, the nose, the chin. Oh, it
was all too wonderful, she felt, too wonderful to be true. But it was true and the more she held her lips back from
his wildly thrusting cock, the more he tried to ram it down her throat. Edna was so excited and hot that she was
already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of another in devastating fashion. Grabbing his
trousers at the waistband - he was not wearing a belt - she yanked down hard on them, while at the same time he
crashed down on top of her, his cock flailing wildly in the general direction of her lips. Somehow, she managed
to pull his pants down to his knees, while a moment later removing her skirt and pantyhose with one hand, and
then spreading her legs far apart and forcing him to pump his prick lower down, towards her cunt. His cock was
so hard that when it stabbed fiercely at her cunt region, it actually caused pain there.
She had to grasp it firmly and steer the wildly agitating cock into her juicy pussy lips. He shot it into her all the
way to the hilt. The boy had a long, slim cock, and she had no difficulty in wrapping her cunt lips about it tightly
and clasping it in a perfect frenzy of rapture. He battered her body as only young boys can do, with a lightning
speed and a penetration that was complete with every sharp stroke. Edna had another series of quick, little
orgasms that left her gasping for air, while pumping her cunt up and down on the boy’s swollen, dripping cock.
She drained him of every drop. The length of time he required to cease squirting into her cunt was almost unbelievable. This boy was no masturbator, she told herself. She knew about young boys, knew which ones were heavy
masturbators, which ones were not. This kid had, up to now, pretty much kept his hands off his genitals, she
knew. For the obvious reason, this pleased her. It was nice to think you were getting perhaps sixteen years of boy
cock juice.
Even though his hot offering had ceased now, he continued to fuck her, his cock shooting in and pulling out of
her at a terrific rate of speed. Oddly enough, it was now that she had her greatest orgasm, the spasm being so
great that had she not had his hot, young body on top of hers, she would have doubled up and perhaps screamed
with ecstasy. As it was, she simply screamed and then lay limply beneath his steamy young body.
“My God,” she murmured in abandon. “Is he going to fuck me forever?”

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His naked young body continued to pump away at her clutching cunt and in a very short space of time he was
once again pouring his scalding goo into her. Again she had an enormously satisfying orgasm, and again she
screamed while she was achieving it, not loudly, but more of a whimpering scream. The boy appeared to pay
no attention to this. He seemed to pay no attention to anything other than the business at hand - his obviously
frantic desire to keep on with his fucking movements, to once again bring the love juice to the tip of his cock and
explode within her cunt depths.
Although Edna was already gratified, she was hoping he could once again manage to bring it off. She knew it was
often difficult for a male to blow three times in a row, but young boys were different from older men. Young boys
seemed to have an unlimited amount of sexual energy. There had been one boy who had fucked her seven times
without “uncunting” - a word she had later devised to describe his activity when thinking about it in retrospect.
Now she pressed her hands, palms downward, on his bare ass, the better to hold him in place on top of her slippery, perspiration-dampened flesh. She wrapped her legs around his, hooking her toes underneath his calves for
a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with her lips, she began to kiss the boy passionately as he fucked her with that
kind of wild, reckless fury that only young boys seem to possess. God, how wonderful it was to have a youngster
on top of her nude body, pumping a swollen cock into her cunny. This was what she had wanted so very much
and how fortunate she was that this boy had happened by to ask for a job. Why had he come here to her place?
Had he known she was a woman living alone? Had he, perhaps, heard stories about her from other young boys?
Although she doubted this, it was, of course, a possibility.
“Oh, dear,” she sighed, pulling her lips from his. “Are you really going to fuck me forever?”
The boy acted as if he had not heard her question, although actually it had not been meant as a question. He
placed his hands under her ass and clutched the cheeks there fiercely as he kept on with his furious fucking
movements, his cock going into her deeply with every fast, brutal stroke.
“Oh, dear,” she sighed again, her voice shaking, for she was having still another orgasm. “You are going to kill me,
fucking me this way. Oh, I love it so.”
The boy blew off in her at that precise moment and she once again thrilled to the touch of his stabbing cock as it
erupted, giving off its content of thick, hot love juice.
“Oh... Jesus... “ he cried - the first words he had spoken since she had steered his prick into her cunt. His prick
squirted once more, the boy shuddered, and then ceased to move in her. He lay still on top of her, his entire
weight resting on her, for apparently, he was too tired to hold himself up now. Edna didn’t mind, though she,
too, was very tired. It was nice having this hot young boy, nude and sweaty, on top of her. It was more than nice
- it was heavenly. She wondered just how long his cock would remain hard inside of her and when minutes had
passed and it showed no sign of going soft, she sighed and patted his ass gently.
“You are a very good fucker, Rick,” she told him gently.
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“Tell me,” she asked softly, “doesn’t it ever go soft on you?”
He gave a short, soft chuckle. “Sure it goes soft but not when I got it stuffed up the cunt of a lovely lady like you.”
Edna nodded her head. The boy was smart. He knew how to talk to a woman.
“Thank you, dear,” she said.
“I think I could fuck you all night long, Miss White,” he told her. “You don’t mind my saying that word, do you?”
“No. I love to hear you say it. Say it again, Rick.”
“Fuck? That the word you want to hear?”
“Use it in a sentence,” she urged, her passion rising again.
“I like to fuck you, Miss White. You fuck real good.”
“Thank you, Rick,” she said softly. She was silent for a moment. Then she continued.
“My, we got acquainted quickly, didn’t we, dear?”
He raised up a little, looked down at her and grinned. “Yes, we sure did, Miss White.
I - I liked it, too. I mean I liked the way you... well... the way you handled me.”
Edna was pleased that he would say this for it was true that she had “handled” him. “Thank you, Rick. You’re a
nice boy. I enjoy having your prick rammed up my cunt. I can’t understand what’s keeping it so hard, however.”
“You are, Miss White. You’re a real keen-looking girl.”
Edna was human. She loved being called a girl. “Do you want to rest awhile and then... have me suck your
prick?” She kissed the side of his face as she breathed the words.
“Want me to pull it out and turn around and stab it into your mouth?” he asked, his voice sounding lustful.
She bit her lips lightly and smiled tiredly. “Wouldn’t you like to kiss me... you know... while I suck you?”
“You want me to lick your cunt, Miss White? With my tongue?”
Edna smiled and felt the old excitement returning all over again. “Yes, with your tongue, Rick. Think you’d like to
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“Sure, I will. Tell you what, Miss White. I’ll lap your cunt for a while and you take some more rest. Okay?”
“That would be... fine, Rick.” My, what a hot young boy he was. Extraordinary!
He pulled his cock out and crawled backwards on his hands and knees and then dropped flat on his stomach, his
face buried in her crotch. Edna closed her eyes to better appreciate the “feel” of it and when his tongue began to
lightly caress her sensitivity, she had a quick, savage orgasm.
“Oh, my goodness,” she breathed, “you make me so terribly, wonderfully hot. What is it about you?”
He did not answer her. Instead, he stopped his tonguing briefly, turned his body around so that he was on his
hands and knees, his legs straddling her upper body.
She saw his head shoot down to her crotch and once again felt his darting, wet tongue as he “puppy-dogged” her
eagerly. His ass was directly in front of her face.
She wished she could kiss his ass, but trying to rise up with him straddling her, required more strength than she
seemed to possess. He, of course, was so busy going down on her that he did not notice her attempt to kiss his
ass. Finally, the simple solution came to her mind much in the manner that many simple solutions to problems
do - last of all. Grasping his waist with either hand, she pulled her head up close to his ass, and with her heart
pounding dreadfully, she kissed his anus repeatedly.
“Jesus,” he cried out, stopping his cunt sucking for the moment. “Do that again, please,” he begged her, and resumed tonguing her cunt.
“Oh, isn’t this beautiful,” she murmured softly, almost to herself, and tried to get her head underneath his crotch
so she could kiss his balls and prick. “I can’t reach them,” she whispered. “I just can’t reach them.”
As if he heard her and understood, he lowered his loins a little and when he did this, she managed to kiss his
balls and after adjusting her body a little, got first one and then the other into her mouth to suck briefly. Now, she
wanted to suck his cock, but it was out of reach until he lay down flat, his legs shooting back and straddling her
head marvelously.
“Ah,” she cried softly. “Give it to me, honey.”
He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward a little until she caught the end of it with her tortured
lips. As he continued to lick and suck her cunt, his cock entered her mouth and she felt him growing large there.
She struggled to breathe properly, finally managed to control herself correctly, and proceeded to lightly suck his
swollen tubing.
“Jesus, that feels great,” he cried, his words coming out thickly. “Suck me off, Miss

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White, oh, Jesus, suck me off.”
Edna White had every intention of doing exactly that. His prick was so hard and long and slim and lovely... she
could have sucked on it for a week. His bare legs pressed against her head and she could smell the scent of his
flesh as well as that of his genitals, the mixture of the two being a maddeningly wonderful thing. She sighed even
as she sucked and then she grasped the cheeks of his ass and gripped them fiercely, hanging onto him in this
manner as she moved her head up and down, her lips tightly sucking the boy’s tool.
Suddenly she remembered something and began to work her lips back and forth in a suctioning manner. She had
done this before, always with beneficial results and this time was no exception. The hot boy on top of her began
to moan ecstatically, began to fuck her mouth with his rod, never ceasing for one moment the maddeningly
wonderful honey-dipping job he was doing in her slit.
“Oh, dear... my goodness,” Edna murmured, her words sounding thick and garbled because of the cock in her
mouth. “What a hot, young thing he is. He’s fucking my mouth... how lovely.” As if realizing that it was somewhat
silly for her to be talking to herself at a time like this, she stopped it and concentrated on taking the darting tube.
For the fifth time she had a wildly exhilarating orgasm and, as if the boy somehow realized this and wished to
make her moments better ones, he went off in her mouth with all the force of a small Niagara. The hot come
struck the roof of her mouth and she was obliged to swallow very quickly for he continued to fill and refill her
mouth repeatedly. She had just time to ask herself one question: “Where does he get all of this substance - is he
superhuman?”
It was two days later and Edna White was standing on her front porch again,
wondering this time what was keeping the boy, Rick, from putting in an appearance.
He had promised her he would be at her house shortly after dusk. It was now almost dark and he was nowhere in
view. Edna knew a great longing for a few moments.
What if he never came back to her? What would she do? What could she do? Would she have to simply forget
him and look for another hot, young boy?
“I don’t want to do that,” she said softly. “This boy is too good. He is the best I’ve ever taken.”
She sighed and stared out at the road. Only a few cars passed by, for this was not a well-traveled highway, but
only a short, side road, on which lived only a dozen or so families. She had picked out this house for that very
reason - Edna White did not want many neighbors and especially she did not want others living close to her.
Turning about, she entered the house and closed the screen door. It was not a hot day. Neither was it too cool.
The temperature was just right - for sex.
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if he ever arrives.” It occurred to her that he very possibly had had trouble in getting the car. Perhaps his parents
had wanted to use it.
Maybe they had taken it and... well, maybe a lot of things. The point was... the boy wasn’t here, and while she
had only been with him the one time, that one time had been so magnificent that she had thought about it and
dreamed about it for the past forty-eight hours. That pretty, long, slim prick, the way it had felt stabbing deeply
into her cunt. She shuddered delightfully now, as she recalled the way he had used it in her. The boy was gifted,
no mistake about it. He was sexually gifted as are few men, she thought. Edna was pretty much forced to conjecture on this last thought, for she had not been out with a sufficient number of grown men to really know. Always,
she had had this overpowering urge for young boys; even as a young girl she had eyed boys that were not yet
ready to partake of sex, though at the time she had not been
quite aware of this.
She went to her bedroom, removed all her clothing and put on a skimpy bikini, which she seldom, if ever, wore
at the beach. She kept it at home for the purpose of studying her mirrored reflection when she wore it. Sometimes it helped her to look at her body in a mirror while she was naked, but at other times it reassured her to see
her reflection clothed in some manner. Edna recognized that these things were simply little quirks she had. She
enjoyed her quirks because they were hers and hers alone.
Her bikini on, she stood before a full-length mirror and looked at her body with
pleasure. She knew she had a lovely body and while she was not conceited about it, she took great pride in
knowing that she could drive a young boy half-crazy with desire any time she wished to do so. All she needed,
of course, was the presence of the young boy, in this case, one Rick Howard. Sighing slightly, she deliberately
pushed the lower part of her bikini down until the top edge of her pubic hair was revealed. Edna loved to do
this - it seemed so terribly and beautifully vulgar. She smiled at her reflection, as with hands on hips, she shot her
loins forward and purposely indulged in what she considered to be a degraded look. This was great fun, although
a little startling at times. Sometimes it made her wonder if there might not be something terribly evil about
herself, but what greater fun could there be than the contemplation of this, while at the same time being able to
recognize that the feeling was one of simple nonsense.
Or was it?
At any rate, Edna smiled again, withdrew from the mirror and walked into the front room. Her heart nearly
leaped out of her when she saw the boy, Rick, standing at the front door, his hands shading his eyes as he attempted to see through the screen of the door into the room.
Edna ran to the door, unlocked it and pulled him into the room. She got him away from the door and threw her
arms about him, kissing his mouth hungrily while allowing her hot loins to press eagerly against his front. She
felt the hardness spring up between them immediately and was delighted beyond measure.
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weren’t coming to fuck me.” When she uttered the four-letter word, she felt his cock spring up even farther. “Oh,”
she gasped. “You’re ready for it, aren’t you, baby?” She did not even realize she had used the word “baby.” It was
not the type of word she generally included in her workaday vocabulary, except of course, during moments of
high sexual exhilaration. At such times, Edna White was apt to say anything or do anything.
“Sorry I’m late,” he told her, grinning slightly. “But I couldn’t get the car started. Rotor busted.”
Edna didn’t know what a rotor was and she couldn’t have cared less. Pushing herself away from him, she stood
with one knee bent in front of the other, well aware that the top edge of her pubic hair was visible. She saw his
eyes dart down to the spot, saw the spot of red in his cheeks, the glint in his young, blue eyes.
“God, you’re a hot sight,” he muttered. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for... how long has it been
since we fucked and sucked each other - a week or so?”
“Two days,” she answered, loving the language he had used. It was so thrilling, so exhilarating to hear a young
boy use such words in her presence. “Two days,” she repeated, “and I’ll bet I have fucked you fifty times in my
imagination during that time.”
His eyes gleamed again. “Boy, when you talk that way, I... I... just about go off in my pants. Why don’t you take off
your bikini and let me stick it into you?”
She sensed immediately that this was an excellent time to play with him a little, not physically necessarily, but
mentally. “Oh, my goodness,” she cried in mock dismay.
“Does boy have stiff cocky... and does he need to ram it up lady’s twat?” She smiled coyly when she spoke, hoping
he would understand she was indulging in the language of sex-play.
Apparently he did, for he ran his hand over his cock, almost in a caressing manner and looked at her lustfully,
even as he grinned. “Yes, boy has stiff, very stiff cocky, and he wants very much to ram it up lady’s twat. He wants
very much to ram it up her asshole, too, and to stuff it down her throat. He wants to suck her cunt till she goes
half nuts and blows off like a bomb. He... “
“Come here,” she interrupted, pulling off her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits tumbled into full view and they had
the desired effect on him just as she knew they would.
His eyes bulged slightly. “You know,” he said with surprising quietness, “you have the cutest tits in the state.” The
bulge of his eyes lessened somewhat, but a stream of saliva drooled from his lips in an exciting way. It was exciting because she was certain he was not aware of it.
“Thank you, Rick,” she replied. “And you have the nicest cock in the country.”
He grinned. “Mind if I take it out and point it at your tits?”
She grinned. “Please... do so... please point your cock at my tits.”

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He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock and holding it in his hand, he came close to her and ran it over her
belly. A bead of fluid appeared in the little opening at the end and this dribbled onto her flesh, causing her to
shiver with delight. She sat down on a chair quickly and he began to rub his stiffened cock across her tits lightly.
The sensation of it was wonderful, she thought. She closed her eyes and felt him slapping her tits with his cock.
This almost made her scream with delight. God, what a hot thing he was! He was almost as much of a hot fuck as
she was, she was beginning to realize. How lucky she was to have him here.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden discharge from his cock. The hot, thick cream struck her titties and
ran down between them, going all the way to her navel, stopping there briefly, and as she waited almost breathlessly, resumed its travels and ran down into her slit.
“Wow,” Edna White cried almost without knowing she had uttered the word.
“Wow, yourself,” he cried back. “Do you see what you do to me now? I just touch you with my cock and... zap!... I
blow off on you.”
Edna opened her eyes quickly. “You didn’t lose it all, did you, dear?” She did not know it of course, but there was
a look of alarm in her eyes.
He smiled tightly. “Hell, no. I got lots more where that came from.”
Edna was feeling more and more on the wild side. She wanted to say something to him that would really set him
up. Quickly, it came to mind and she spoke the words, meaning them. “Rick, baby, jack off on my titties, please?”
The word “please” came out sounding like a begging question.
He sucked in air greedily. “That’s the hottest thing I ever heard anyone say, ever.
Will you say it again, Miss White?”
She closed her eyes tightly. “Please, Rick, baby, jack off on my titties.”
“Tell you what,” he said, his words nearly tumbling out one on top of the other. “Lie down on the floor and let me
sit on your tummy. I won’t sit heavy on you. That way I can... Wait a minute - I have a better idea! Would you like
to jack me off? Let it fly on your tits, I mean?”
Edna got off the chair and lay down on the floor quickly. Once, she was flat on her back, her bare tits standing
straight up, she closed her eyes again and waited for him to mount her. She gasped when she felt his bare flesh,
which meant he had quickly removed his pants and undershorts. Sighing, she waited for him to adjust his position and then... she felt him slapping her tits with his cock again, as he had done previously. This time the effect
was even more startling, for she felt “trapped.” She was on her back, he was above her, sitting on her belly lightly,
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“Oh, I like that so much,” she murmured. “How nice to be beaten with a cock.”
He sucked in air audibly. “I never saw anyone like you before in my life... you must be the hottest woman alive.”
“If I am, it’s because of you, Rick. You make me this way.” This wasn’t altogether true, for she had been devastatingly hot many times with many boys, but she did have a certain special feeling with Rick.
“Would you like to kiss my cock?” he asked after a few moments of tit-slapping. “I like it when you wrap your hot
lips around the end and then go all the way down on it.”
“If you don’t want to jack off on my tits, now, Rick, I’ll be glad to suck you off. I want to do everything I can to
please you.”
“And that’s the same way I feel about you,” he blurted. “That’s because I think you’re so great.”
“Slide up a bit and stick your cock between my titties. Hold them together and make a kind of cunt out of them.
Then I want you to poke your prick between my lips. With my tits and my lips I think I can induce you to go off
in me, dear.”
He laughed. “Induce me to go off! Doesn’t take much inducement. All it takes is for you to let me touch you,
Miss White.”
She enjoyed hearing him call her Miss White. She was so accustomed to this in school so that when he addressed
her in this same way while slapping her tits with his cock, it made her feel wonderfully sinful which, in turn, was
deliriously satisfying to her.
“Place your cock between my titties now,” she told him as she held her tits together.
When he rammed his cock between them, she held her tits tightly together and as the end of his tube poked at
her lips, she thrust her head forward as much as possible, her lips parted, her eyes open for the moment. As soon
as she had her lips wrapped about his hot, rubbery tool, she again closed her eyes and allowed him to tit-and-lipfuck her.
Ah, it was wonderful!
The taste of his prick was pleasant, thrilling, exhilarating. The way he pumped in and out of her mouth through
her titties was excitingly wild and unorthodox. Edna liked things to be unorthodox, things having to do with sex,
especially. She despised things that were run-of-the-mill and ordinary. Thrills were what she was after and at the
moment she was receiving them in abundant amounts. What a pity it was that a boy could not have two cocks so
that he could use one in each end of a woman at the same time.
While her thoughts were so directed, he astonished her pleasantly by yanking his cock from her mouth, drawing
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cunt. He immediately began to stab at her pussy lips frantically.
“Put it in, put it in, Miss White,” he begged her. “I just got to have it in your cunt.” He did not stop his stabbing
movement but kept on with it as if obsessed.
She tried to grasp his poking cock but her saliva had made it slippery and each time she clutched at the darting
tool, it slipped from her fingers. In desperation - for she wanted his cock in her as badly as he did - she grabbed
him by the hips and using all of her strength as well as urging him to stop the movement, she managed to get
her hand about his cock long enough to steer the head inside her cunt. When he felt the heat of her inner body
enveloping his prick, he moaned and thrust forward in the manner of a bull in the field topping and servicing a
cow. Edna gasped as she felt the long, hard, male tool shoot into her inner recesses. She spread her legs wide, the
better to receive his battering, for this was what he was presently engaged in doing
- battering her cunt relentlessly. His cock was darting into her and flying out with such speed and friction, that
she groaned with delight at the heavenly feeling it produced against her sensitivities.
“Oh, you bad boy, you,” she moaned. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, you bad, bad boy, you.” Saying this, she
grasped him by the cheeks of his ass with all her strength and was gratified by hearing him cry out from the pain
of it.
“Come now,” she went on, as if she were talking to a child in school. “Miss White wants you to please her. Miss
White likes to have your hard rod tucked inside her aching cunt. Miss White insists that you blow off your hard
rod into her aching cunt. Do you hear me, boy? Do you hear me?” She had no idea why she was talking in this
manner, but later she thought it must have been because of her extreme passion, the kind of extreme passion that
nearly drives a person out of his mind.
The boy kept on with his cock pumping, his prick going deeply into her cunt with every stroke and not once did
he relent on the speed or depth of strokes. The friction of his rubbing cock deep within her was enough to really
drive Edna out of her mind, and perhaps it did for a while, for later she realized that she had never before had
such a wildly gratifying experience. This could have been a form of insanity, the temporary kind, the wonderful,
sexual kind.
“You’re a hot piece of ass, Miss White,” the boy muttered thickly in her ear.
“You’ve got the tightest, juiciest cunt I ever fucked.”
She was pleased at hearing this. “And how many cunts have you fucked, boy?” she asked.
“Fucked a few, fucked a few,” he muttered back at her. “You got the best one,
though. Your cunt seems to be trying to jack off my cock when I fuck you. Jesus... you make me hot, Miss White.”
As he said this, he began to run his tongue over her forehead in such a way that she thought she was going to
explode from the sheer pleasure of such a move.
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baby.” She returned his wet kissing acts by running her tongue over his chin and finally his lips. Instantly their
tongues came together and rubbed against each other, like two wildly excited animals.
Edna had never before encountered this much passion in a boy.
“I like to fuck your cunt, Miss White,” the boy above her struggled to say in her ear, in between the swipes at her
skin with his slippery tongue. “Fucking you is the greatest sensation in the world.”
“Oh, yes, fuck me, dear boy. I agree with you . fucking with you is the very best.”
He thrust his hands under her ass and grasped her there just as fiercely as she was grasping the cheeks of his own
ass. It was as if the two of them were trying to rip flesh off each other’s butt, so great was their need of each other.
“Pump your cunt, Miss White,” he grunted. “Pump your cunt over my hard-on. I want you to jack me off with
your twat.”
Edna was slowly but surely losing her reason, she felt, the way this kid was treating her and talking to her. His
cock seemed to be constantly growing, though she knew, of course, that this could hardly be true. A boy’s prick
had to stop swelling at some point.
Didn’t it?
“Please go off in me,” she heard herself begging him. “Please come in me, baby.”
“All right, get ready to receive,” he cried hoarsely and even though she found it difficult to believe, he actually
speeded up his movements, poking his cock into her, then yanking it out of her, then darting it back inside, withdrawing again only to slam it in again all the way to the hilt.
Edna had two orgasms, one following quickly on the heels of the other. They were beautiful. She found, however, during the second spasm that it was becoming very hard for her to breathe properly. She momentarily forgot about the pounding cock that was practically tearing her up and concentrated on getting air into her lungs,
which she did after a few hard tries. Then she turned her attention back to the almost excruciating intensity of
the boy’s fucking motion.
“Oh, it’s so lovely,” she moaned. “I think I’m going to go off again.” She did, too. Her third orgasm hit her even
harder than the first two had, and she was obliged to lessen her grasp on the cheeks of his ass. After all, a woman has only so much strength, no matter how hot she is, or how intensely she has been worked up. “Oh, it’s so
lovely,” she repeated in his ear, only to feel his tongue wiping again across her face. This made her even hotter and
she thought that surely this time she would lose all reason - the excitement was just too much for a woman to
endure, too great for a human being to cope with indefinitely.
She did not have to cope with it indefinitely.
Only for about forty seconds.
Forty seconds while he emptied his inner body of the thick scaldings.

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Forty seconds while she received his burning, sticky offerings.
What a beautiful forty seconds!
She could not find her bikini when she first looked for it, but finally saw it under the sofa where it must have
been kicked while they were fucking on the floor. Leaving him lying there, but patting his ass affectionately before moving away from him, she went to her bedroom and from it stepped into the bathroom where she turned
on the cold and hot water, adjusting the two until the temperature of the combination was to her liking. Stepping
under the falling water, she let it refreshen her, reveling in the pleasure of it as this pleasure intermingled in her
mind with the recollection of what had just transpired on the floor of her front room. That boy - he was simply
unbelievable. His cock wouldn’t quit on him, ever, she felt. She had known many young boys, but they had all
been as nothing compared to this lad.
There was something about secretly calling him a lad that made her quivery all over. God, how she liked feeling
hot all over, even when the cool water was dashing upon her skin as it was now.
Soaping her skin lightly, she let the water wash it away, and a moment later she stepped out from under the
shower, reaching back to shut off the water. Her back was turned to the bedroom door and she did not see him
plunging straight at her nudity. She felt him, however. Oh, God, how she felt him when he almost brutally forced
her to the floor of the shower - the water pouring down over both of them - and rammed his cock up her asshole
all the way to the hilt.
He ass-fucked her for ten minutes.
At first, it hurt her terribly, but eventually she became used to the brutal battering of his prick as he went even
deeper into her anus. Her main concern was in not drowning and once she moved her face away from the deepest pool of the water to a spot where she could breathe satisfactorily, she closed her eyes and actually enjoyed
being fucked in the asshole, something she had never permitted to be done to her before. She had always been
afraid of it, thinking with some degree of correctness, that the pain of being ass-fucked would be too great for
her to really enjoy the brutalizing act. However, she did enjoy it. She enjoyed it tremendously.
And then he shot off his cock juice into her body, yanked his damaging cock from her hole, jumped to his feet
and ran back to the living room, leaving her on the floor of the shower, her ass aching, her brain whirling, her
body constantly being cleansed by the falling water.
He was gone from the house, his car was not in the drive when she appeared in the living room wearing only a
robe. Her heart jumped as she saw his car was gone, but it was always this way with Edna White. Every young
boy she had ever fucked had sooner or later got up and left her abruptly with no word of explanation. This threw
her into momentary panic, always, but it soon disappeared, leaving her filled with wonder at the joys of sex experienced, but concerned that she might never again see the boy in question.
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She was awakened in the most delightful manner imaginable.
Rick, his blond hair spread out over her crotch, hiding it from view as it partially hid his fast-moving tongue and
lips, was sucking her, working her cunt with a skill she would not have believed he possessed. His mouth was
making an exciting slurping sound and Edna was not certain which turned her on the most - his actual sucking
and kissing, the slurping sound, or the fierce manner in which his strong hands gripped her thighs, squeezing
her flesh unmercifully hard. Surely he was going to pull her flesh away from her very bones the way he was gripping her legs.
“Oh...” she moaned. “That hurts... but it hurts so good, baby.”
He bit her cunt around the edges of the puffy lips, also a new experience for her. It frightened her, but only for a
moment, probably because he stopped doing it and resumed darting his tongue in and out of her slit with expertise.
“Oh,” she moaned again. “You suck a cunt so well, baby.”
He said nothing but grabbed her quickly and pulled her roughly from the sofa to the floor, atop his own body,
her cunt over his face. She didn’t resist him in any way and the next thing she knew, he had turned her body
around so that she was sitting on his face - his tongue had never stopped darting in and out of her box - and
he was pressing her head downward. She understood what he wanted and lay down on him, her cunt still over
his fast-working lips and tongue, but with her own lips now near his quivering, wet cock. Sighing happily, with
sensation after sensation passing through her nervous system, she parted her moist lips and took in his swollen
cock. The moment her lips fastened themselves about his tube, he shot his hips up frantically and it was with a
great degree of difficulty that she managed to force him to hold his
hips down to the floor. Edna loved being mouth-fucked, but this time, while he
tongued her off, she wished to French him in her own manner and to her own
satisfaction, without regard to his enjoyment of it. This was not selfishness or lack of consideration on her part it was simply a type of passion that is most effective, for it conveys its purpose immediately - hot consummation,
quickly.
She went on down, taking her own sweet time about it and dearly loving every
thrilling moment of it. Repeatedly, he tried to outfuck her, but she held his hips down by leaning on them with
her forearms as she continued to enjoy the boy’s rubbery, warm cock as it passed over her lips and tongue in just
exactly the manner she wanted.
He flew off in her but she did not stop. Swallowing his thick, hot fluid and marvelling at the amount of it as she
had previously, she sucked him as before, with the exception that now she was using longer strokes, going from
the very tip of his cock down all the way, until her teeth picked up bits of his hair, which she spit out repeatedly.
Edna didn’t mind this. In fact, she loved it. It helped her to realize that she had a young boy’s cock between her
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She moved her lips momentarily. “I could suck your cock forever, boy,” she
murmured, meaning it.
“Blow it off again, blow it off again,” he begged, his words almost unintelligible
because his mouth was buried so deeply in her slit.
She obliged him by increasing her sucking speed but still keeping it at a pace where she enjoyed it the most and
when she felt his body stiffening and beginning to jerk, she prepared herself mentally to receive his hot offerings.
He squirted off into her mouth with considerable force and all the time he did this, she continued with her slow,
careful, sucking movements, applying actual suction to the end of his cock.
This was apparently extremely pleasing to the boy, for he shot off again and again and finally ceased altogether,
but when she still sucked his cock, he once again blew in her and she gratefully swallowed his milk.
Strangely, she had not had an orgasm all during this particular sexual act.
“Maybe I’m getting too much of it,” she murmured, hardly noticing him as he sprang to his feet and ran to the
front door. It was now that she noticed, almost for the first time, that he was fully dressed, save for a shirt. This
was also funny. Funny in the sense that it was odd. She had sucked him off and hadn’t noticed he was wearing
pants. Edna got to her feet, stretched her arms high above her head and looked at him. He appeared to be gesturing to someone outside. Immediately, she called sharply to him, asking him what he was doing, but before he
could answer or before she could move, another boy stepped into the room. Edna ran from the room quickly,
drawing her robe about her body. Closing the door of her bedroom, she leaned against it, her heart thumping
crazily. What did Rick mean by inviting the other boy to her house? He had no right to do that. She hadn’t recognized the other boy, but this didn’t mean he didn’t know her as Miss White of the local teachers.
“Damn,” she muttered. “How will I handle this?”
A moment later, as if in answer to her question, there was a light knock on the door.
“Yes,” she called through the door. “Is that you, Rick?” It sounded idiotic, but for the life of her she could think of
nothing better. She noticed her hands were shaking.
“Miss White,” Rick called. “May my friend, Bud, and I come into your room?
The two of us want to fuck you at the same time... one at each end.”
Edna caught her breath. “Will you say that again, please,” she intoned.
“My friend, Bud. He and I want to two-fuck you. Is that okay with you, Miss White? I mean can you handle two
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Edna White, schoolteacher, moved slightly away from the door and reaching back, turned the knob. The door
flew open and she saw two naked boys, with hard-ons, staring at her opened robe lustfully.
“How about it, Miss White?” Rick asked huskily. “Think you can take two young cocks at the same time?”
Edna threw off her robe and walked to her bed and sprang upon it, lying flat on her back, her lips parted, her legs
wide. “Come here, boys. Both of you. Get on the bed and have at me. One in my cunt, one in my mouth. I’ll take
all the cock the two of you can throw at me. I love cocks,” she added fiercely. “I love cocks more than anything
else on earth.” She. had completely forgotten to be careful in the presence of a strange boy. Anyway... fall term
was quite a long way away... and even if this new kid might quite possibly be one of her new students, he wasn’t
one now.
Was he?
Or would she, perhaps, teach him a few things the moment he began to move his cock in her body? This would
make him a student, in a sense. Edna laughed softly at the thought as the two hot youngsters leaped onto her bed
and proceeded to stab her with their cocks, the new boy in her cunt, and Rick in her mouth. She decided swiftly
that she wanted it the other way around. Telling them this, she pushed them away as best she could. They seemed
not to care one way or the other and in no time at all they had reversed their positions and she was sucking the
new boy’s swollen cock while accepting the rough, brutal stabbings of Rick’s prick in her dripping cunt.
Rick stopped abruptly and withdrew his cock.
“What is it?” Edna asked, removing her lips from the new boy’s prick.
“Positions are wrong. Miss White, you get up on your hands and knees and straddle
Bud so you can suck him. Bud, you put a pillow under your butt so Miss White can reach you without breaking
her neck.” Bud did this and lay flat on his back while Edna crawled over him on her hands and knees, her ass
facing toward the foot of the bed. “Now then,” Rick went on, “I’ll get behind you, Miss White, and dog-fuck you.”
He got behind her, grasped her hips powerfully in his strong, young hands and sank his shaft up her cunt as far
as it would go. Edna felt, for all the world, like a bitch dog that has been caught and penetrated by a male dog.
She was astonished at what a pleasantly hot feeling this turned out to be. With her pulse racing, she lowered her
head to the dark-haired boy’s quivering erection. Even as she felt the plunging cock coming at her and into her
from the rear, she simultaneously felt the
hot, hard prick of the new boy as she closed down on it eagerly with her trembling lips.
This was a first for Edna White. She had never been... what was it Rick had called it? - two-fucked before.
Two-fucking, she soon discovered, could be the most gratifying thing in the world. It not only could be, but was.
Edna had orgasm after orgasm, one following the other so rapidly that she would, at times, grow weak and be
obliged to cease sucking the hard, young cock that was quivering and jerking near her face. When she did this,
the dark-haired boy, Bud, would grab her hair and pull her mouth back to his wet prick, and she would permit
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throat twice, neither of his juicings being anything near equal in quantity to those of Rick’s. Edna knew there was
no one else in the world just like Rick. There simply couldn’t be another to compare with the potency and virility
of this kid - he was in a class by himself.
Nevertheless, she fully enjoyed sucking off the new boy repeatedly, though she was slightly disappointed to find
out that he was not as good as Rick. Still, what did it matter? Rick had his cock in her cunt, battering her from
the rear like a male dog.
My, how she loved it... wonderful... marvelous... to be treated like a bitch. When he blew in her, she finally
achieved a small orgasm and when the other boy proceeded again to shoot into her mouth, she had a second
one, and it was beautiful. She continued to go down on the boy long after he had ceased to flow in her, and finally
he took it upon himself to push her away, whereupon he collapsed flat on the bed with Rick on top of her, still
shafting her from the rear.
The three of them lay quietly for a long time. Once Edna turned her head and stared hard at the boy named Bud.
He looked vaguely familiar but it was too late to be worrying about that now. She had already sucked his cock;
if he should turn out to be one of her new term students... well, she would just have to find some way of keeping
him quiet about her urges. She was fairly certain she could handle this kid, if necessary. He didn’t appear to be
the know-it-all type, or the type that is simply smart-assed.
She got up from the bed after a few minutes and stood staring down at the two boys, a look of amusement on her
face. If a mirror had not been close at hand she would not have been aware of her expression. The boys both lay
side by side, their cocks still poking upward as they both stared up at her tits.
Edna turned slightly so that they could see her profile. She sucked in her tummy slightly, though there was little
need for this because her stomach was flat and pretty and she knew it was.
“Miss White,” Rick said. “Thanks for letting both of us fuck you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling down at them happily.
“You sure suck a mean cock, Miss White,” Bud cried out passionately.
Again she smiled. “Thank you, Bud. You have a very nice cock to suck.”
He let out air, his dark eyes sparkling. “You know something? I thought old Rick was lying when he told me he
knew where we could get fucked and sucked at the same time.”
Edna was not at all offended. Why should she be? Young boys were her meat, weren’t they? “I’m so glad he
brought you, Bud, but I do wish he had asked permission first. You see I have to...” She broke off, not wanting to
tell them she had to be careful because she was a teacher of kids their age.
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telling him about you and bringing him here, but you see, Bud and me... well, we’re friends and we usually share
a lot of stuff together.”
“Oh,” she said, relieved to hear this. “Then both of you live in the next town?”
“Yes.” Both boys looked up at her oddly.
“Then you can come here... at night... not too late at night, however... as often as you want to... to get fucked and
sucked, boys,” she told them, smiling again.
“Thanks, Miss White. Do you want us to clear out now?”
She sighed. “I suppose you had better go pretty soon, boys. It’s growing quite late, I believe.”
The boys got off the bed and walked to the living room where they got dressed.
When they started for the front door she called to them and they stopped and looked at her.
She had her robe on now and she walked sensuously toward them, the robe hanging open. “Remember to come
back, boys. Miss White needs you.” She rather liked speaking of herself in the third person.
“We’ll be back tomorrow night the same time,” Rick said.
“Fine,” she said, and they were gone.
True to their word, they were on her front porch the following evening at almost the precise time they had
arrived the previous day. Silently she let them inside the house and closed and locked the door. She had the air
conditioning turned on and it was quite comfortable in the house. She gestured to the sofa and without speaking,
the two boys went to it and sat on the edge, both fastening their lustful gazes on her exposed, lovely body.
“How are you, boys?” she asked by way of openings.
“Fine,” they said together as if they had rehearsed it.
She pulled her robe together, just to see their reaction. They were plainly
disappointed. Laughing lightly, she removed the robe and stood, feet apart and with arms held high above her
shapely head, in front of the sofa, only a hard or so away from them.
“Which of you would like to suck my cunt first?” she asked softly. “My cunt is begging to be sucked by a boy.”
Both boys seemed to swallow hard but neither of them spoke.
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Rick cleared his throat. “Oh, no, Miss White, we don’t mean anything like that, do we,
Bud?” He glanced at the other boy.
Edna forced herself to smile at them. “Mean anything like what?” she asked, puzzled.
Rick ran his fingers over his mouth nervously. “I’ll suck your cunt, Miss White, if you want me to.”
She frowned slightly. “If I want you to? Didn’t I ask one of you to do so just a moment ago? I thought I did.”
“We - er - thought we’d like to just watch tonight, Miss White,” Rick told her, and the other boy nodded eagerly in
silence.
Edna began to feel slightly absurd standing there in front of the kids without clothing.
“What do you mean - watch? Watch what? How can you both watch?”
Rick’s face reddened and he again glanced at Bud who nodded to him. “We thought we’d like to watch you fuck
something else,” he said, his eyes filled with wild lust, his voice shaky.
Edna felt her heart skip a beat. “Did you bring a third boy with you?” What else could they mean by what they
had said?
Rick shook his head and so did Bud, but neither boy said anything.
Edna waited, looking from one boy to the other. “Come now,” she said. “What is this plan of yours? Who am I
supposed to fuck?”
Rick got to his feet. “I’ll bring him in if you don’t mind, Miss White.” He started for the door.
She bit her lips. “By all means. Get him. Bring him in the house. I’d like to see this friend you want to watch fucking me.” She started to reach for her robe.
“Don’t put on your robe, Miss White. He’d rather have you all naked and nice. I know he would.”
Again Edna bit her lips. “Very well. Bring in your horny friend.”
Rick was out the door in a flash and when he returned, Edna nearly fainted. He had a police dog on a leash. The
dog looked at her oddly and licked his chops, sniffing at her. Rick removed the leash and the big dog came close
to the startled schoolteacher and sniffed at her cunt.
Edna White, her heart threatening to stop beating, dropped to her hands and knees quietly, quickly. The big dog
climbed on top of her from the rear, his forepaws grasping her firmly about the waist, his long, red, angry-looking prong shafting her all the way to the hilt. Edna groaned, closed her eyes, and never once was conscious of the
terrific excitement that came over the boys as they moved closer to watch the big dog fuck her with all the fury of
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Later, she knew that she had done the correct thing in permitting the boys to watch the dog take her. After all, it
was her purpose in life to please young boys, wasn’t it?

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Chapter Two
When Danny Boros decided to head for home by cutting through a vacant lot and several backyards in his new
neighborhood, he had no idea of the excitement that lay ahead of him. It was not until he impulsively gave his
football a high toss into the air and then sought to catch it before it hit the ground that things began to happen.
First of all, he didn’t quite make contact with the falling ball. It bounced away from him crookedly, as footballs
are apt to do, and came to rest near a house that was fairly well concealed by high bushes and shrubbery. Danny parted the bushes and sought to retrieve his ball. When he stood up he found himself inadvertently staring
through a window into a lady’s bedroom.
The lady, thirteen-year-old Danny saw with intense and instant excitement, was almost entirely naked. She
wore a bra and nothing else. The bra looked to be far too small for her titties. The titties, Danny noted, his heart
thumping wildly within him, were very large, very round and stood straight out from her chest. Danny rubbed
himself almost unconsciously between the legs as the thing began to happen to him.
He continued to rub himself until he was so hard he thought his cock was going to burst. The lady, he saw as he
continued to stare at her beauty, was dark of hair, quite old, probably about thirty-five or so, maybe older, and
extremely pretty. She was so pretty that for a brief moment he actually forgot the exhilarating sexual experience
he was having and thought only of her beauty in a childlike way. This did not stay with him for long because his
quivering cock was threatening to explode in his pants. He rubbed himself once more and with delight felt a
quick shot of warm goo shooting down his legs.
“Oh... boy,” he breathed. “Oh... “
The lady heard him for she turned and stared directly into his eyes. The window was up a few inches and when
she came quickly to it, standing to one side so as not to expose her lower body too much to his view, she spoke.
“All right, boy. So you’re a window peeper, are you? You know what they do to window peepers, don’t you?”
Danny could not speak. Wide-eyed, he could only moisten his dry lips and shake his head fearfully.
“There’s a door just a few feet from where you are standing, boy. Go to it. I want you to come inside. I’m going
to have a talk with you. I don’t care for window peepers. Do you understand? Go to the door and I’ll open it for
you. You are to come inside and talk to me. If you try to run away I’ll have you arrested.”
Danny could only nod his head as he looked about wildly for the door. He saw it then and dropping his football,
walked to it just as it came open. A female arm shot out, a hand grasped him in a surprisingly strong grip and
pulled him into the room. The door was hastily shut and bolted, he noted.
He also noted the lady had put on a pair of panties but nothing more. The panties were very dinky looking and
scarcely covered anything except what Danny thought of as “the place.” He gulped and reddened as he looked at
her lovely body so close to him. He had never in his life been this close to an almost naked lady. He had seen pictures of them, of course. Who hadn’t? And there had been one time he had accidentally seen his mother naked...

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but that was something different, Danny thought.
“All right, boy,” the dark-haired lady demanded fiercely. “What do you mean by staring into my window when I
am getting dressed? Come now. Speak up.” She still held his arm in her strong grip and she gave him a shake as if
to punctuate her words.
“I didn’t... mean... to look in your window... honest. I didn’t... I just... I mean, I “
“You’re lying, boy. I can see it on your face. Besides... “ Here the lady leaned back and looked directly downward
at the front of his pants. “Besides,” she repeated,
“you’re having a sex happening. I can see it sticking up. Tell me, boy, just how old are you?”
“Thirteen, ma’am,” Danny mumbled, very embarrassed but also terribly excited at her making reference to his
hard cock.
“I could have you arrested, you know, sent to jail for being a window peeper. It is against the law for a... boy to
watch a lady undress.”
“Undress?” he asked innocently. “I thought you said you were getting dressed.”
She frowned slightly. “Makes no difference. The point is, you were breaking the law, and I have half a notion to
get in touch with your parents and have them put you away in a boys’ prison where they teach you not to stare
through a lady’s window.”
Danny was frightened more than ever now. “Please, ma’am, don’t tell my folks.
Please?”
She bit her pretty lips and he thought he had never seen such a pretty act in his entire life. He knew he had never
seen such a pretty lady before. She was positively the greatest. “You’re a very bad boy,” she said severely. “I should
punish you somehow.”
Danny was about to agree to anything as long as she did not tell his parents about this. His parents were very
strict about such matters as... well, sex stuff. He knew this to be a fact. The word “sex” was not permitted in his
household.
“All right,” he told her. “You punish me, but please don’t tell my folks what I did. I’m awful sorry I... “
“Come here, boy,” she said, and surprised him terribly by propelling him toward the bed. “Sit down on the bed. I
must examine you to see just how evil you are.”
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the side of the bed, his feet on the floor.
“Sit over farther on the bed,” the lady told him severely. “I can’t examine your evilness if you just lean against the
bed.”
Danny moved up farther on the bed after quickly slipping off his shoes.
The dark-haired lady glared at him, her tremendous tits rising and falling as if she were very angry at him. “Why
did you remove your shoes, boy?” she asked, her tone still severe and sharp.
Danny flushed. “I don’t know, ma’am... except my mother always... “
“I see,” she said, interrupting him. “Your mother has taught you to take off your shoes before getting on a bed.”
The lady wet her lips quickly. “Didn’t she also tell you never to get on a bed with your pants on, boy?”
Danny flushed again. “Well... yes... she has told me that, too.”
“Very well, then you know what to do, don’t you?”
“Huh?” Danny was astonished at this.
“Take your pants off. How do you think I can examine your evil if you don’t take off your pants?”
“You’re... going... to... examine... my... evil?” he asked, awestruck.
“I most definitely am, boy. You’re a window peeper and that is a serious crime. I must know precisely what you
had in mind after seeing me... in... the... nude.”
Danny didn’t really understand any of this but simply lay there on the bed without moving.
“Very well,” she cried. “If you won’t remove your pants, I will.” And saying this she grasped his pants at the top,
unhooked them, unzipped them and pushing him over on his back, drew the garment off quickly, expertly. “Now
then,” she cried, her tone of voice having changed a great deal, Danny thought. “Off with the undershorts. I must
examine your evil.”
“Ma’am,” Danny groaned. “I can’t do that.”
“Take them off, boy,” she thundered. “Or I’ll have you and your parents arrested.
How do you think your parents will feel about that?”
Danny was embarrassed, but in a strange new way. He was willing to remove his shorts. Becoming bolder by
the minute, he now found that he very much wanted to show this mature, adult woman what he had between
his legs. He knew, having compared his to other boys his age, that he had a good size cock, the longest one he
had seen yet, so it was almost with pride that he quickly stripped off his undershorts and lay back, his long prick
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He heard the lady suck in her breath sharply.
“Am I evil?” he asked hesitantly. “Are you going to put me in prison because looking at you got it hard?”
She came closer to him, leaned over him and looked intently at his hard cock. “It is truly an evil thing. We must
get rid of this evil. There is only one way. I shall have to rid you of the evil.” She slipped her panties down over
her hips and let them fall to the floor. She then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, nearly causing Danny to
explode as he saw her lovely titties bouncing about crazily. The tiny nipples on her tits seemed to be eyeing him
hungrily.
“Oh,” he moaned. “Oh... “ His cock was actually trembling now.
The lady, now naked, ran her fingers over her lush body, and then astonished Danny by crawling on top of the
bed, walking on her knees. His lips very dry now, he watched her as she proceeded to carry out whatever it was
she was going to do. As she “walked” over the bed, she suddenly straddled his body and looked down at him in a
way that he could understand but not believe. He himself had often looked at pictures of naked girls in much the
same way, or at least he thought he might have.
At any rate, the lady, her great tits standing straight out from her chest, gave him his greatest thrill to date simply
by looking at him in a wild, strange manner.
“Now then, boy,” she said, her voice having gone very husky. “We shall rid you of the evil thing.” Saying this, she
seized his quivering cock, inserted the head of it into the recesses of her crotch and carefully, strangely, sat down
upon it.
“Oh,” Danny cried out. “Oh... that feels so... wonderful.”
“You mustn’t say that,” she cautioned him severely, but with a breathless manner at the same time. “We are seeking only to rid you of the evil.”
Danny found some courage. “Evil of what, ma’am?”
She cleared her throat as she sank down even farther over his cock, the warmth of her inner body driving him
almost breathless from excitement. “Evil of the swollen parts, boy. A boy like you has no right to have a swollen
part. It must be gotten rid of quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Danny breathed. “Of course, ma’am. I want you to rid me of the
swollen parts.”
“Very well, boy,” she said, her voice tight sounding and extremely intense.
“Just you stay still, don’t try to turn away from me or anything, and Mrs. Bush will take away the evil, the terrible
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“That your name - Mrs. Bush?”
“That is my name, boy. Now please remain silent while I remove this evil swelling that you have.”
By now Danny was more than willing to do anything at all that she requested. In fact, he had been willing from
the very beginning, he realized. He also realized, or thought he did, that all her talk about removing the evil was
just so much strange adult talk. Just a cover-up for the real thing.
In this case the word was FUCK!
“Mrs. Bush,” he said hesitantly as the lady moved up and down, her cunt caressing his prick, “what makes you so
awful hot in your... insides?”
“That is nature, boy. It is meant to be hot, my - er - inner self. When it is hot it sucks the evil away from you.”
“Oh,” he groaned. “I think the evil is about to fly out of me... oh... I... “
“You mustn’t let it fly too soon, boy,” she said sharply. “Or else the evil will... remain with you.”
Danny didn’t even hear her. He had already exploded his warm, boy fluid into her cunt. He kept on flowing upward into her hole as if it were never going to stop. He was so frantic with ecstasy - that he barely noticed the way
she was leaning over him, pumping his cock with her great cunt, using all the great skill that she possessed. He
only knew that her hole was sucking something warm and wonderful out of him and that he wanted this beautiful feeling to go on and on and on.
“Keep the evil flowing, boy,” she grunted as she leaned over still more, almost to the point where he could have
sucked on her titties had he lifted his head ever so little.
This occurred to him, but he was afraid to do it for fear she might strike him. Adults were very odd people - you
could never tell what was going to enrage them. But, God, how nice her titties looked dangling just about his
face. How wonderful it would be to kiss them, to suck them, to...
Thinking this way caused him to flow even harder upward into her already filled cunt.
“Oh,” he moaned, shaking his head in desperation. “Oh... I like this.”
“You mustn’t talk that way, boy. Remember, I am helping to drain the evil out of your swellings.”
“Oh... I think I’m going to drain some more, Mrs. Bush,” Danny cried and sure
enough he did so. Another shot of fluid erupted from his rigid cock and this caused the lady to pump his prick
even harder.
“That’s the way, boy,” she moaned breathlessly. “Let the evil all come out of you.”

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“I’m trying, ma’am,” he cried back. “I’m trying awful hard.”
He looked at the lady on top of him and saw the terrible change come over her face.
Her features became twisted out of shape, she seemed to be having trouble
breathing, her eyes tightly closed, and her body becoming rigidly demanding. She shuddered violently, did so
again, her eyes fluttered open briefly and frightened him with their intensity. Immediately she closed them and
began to rock back and forth, instead of up and down only. This brought him to the peak of still another explosion and when finally he went past the peak and once more released inside of her, she actually screamed, and
seemingly acted as if she had gone out of her head for the moment. However, she soon stopped this and collapsed on top of him, his still rigid cock buried deep in her hole. God, her hole was hot and wet and wonderful.
God!
From that day on, Danny came to her house every afternoon and she quietly let him in the side door. This part
of the house was totally concealed from anyone’s view because of the amount of tall bushes growing about her
house. It was only occasionally that she brought up the subject of the evil swellings, but when she did, he said
nothing about it, knowing it was her way of getting what she wanted from him without telling him directly that
she wanted and needed his body.
As the days went by, Danny matured quickly.
About three weeks after his first experience with the lady called Mrs. Bush – he always thought of her as a lady
and not as a woman - his parents went away on a fishing trip for the weekend, leaving him alone in the house.
There was nothing unusual about this. His parents had done this three or four times before. They trusted Danny
to stay alone in the house and keep out of mischief. They believed their son to be a good and capable boy.
As soon as his folks had left, he ran all the way to Mrs. Bush’s house, tapped on her side door and stepped quickly inside when she opened it. To his disappointment, she was fully dressed. Usually she was half naked. Danny
loved to come here and catch her half naked. The only thing better was to find her completely naked.
“Hello, boy,” she said throatily. “I thought you weren’t coming today, so I made plans to go out for dinner.”
“Please don’t go anywhere, ma’am. I got the hots for you again. I got ‘em real bad. I need to have the evils sucked
out of me, honest I do.” It was true. Seeing her always gave him an instant hard-on.
Her dark eyes gleamed. “Did you say sucked out of you, boy?” she inquired
breathlessly.
For a moment he thought he had made a terrible mistake. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Bush, I didn’t mean to make you mad
at me.”
Mrs. Bush suddenly seemed terribly agitated. “I’m not going out for dinner, boy. I’m not hungry. Please get on
the bed, but remove your - er - pants first. I think it is my duty to remain here and to - er - suck the evil from
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His heart began to hammer unmercifully as he climbed onto the bed after practically tearing his pants off and
throwing them aside. He was dimly aware of Mrs. Bush hastily disrobing and placing her garments over a chair.
When she came to him, naked, and ran her hands up and down his bare thighs, Danny’s cock was so hard it
actually hurt.
“Oh, ma’am,” he moaned. “What are you going to do to me this time?”
“I’m going to do,” she said, breathing very hard now, “what you suggested I do. I am going to... suck out the evil
from your bad thing.”
“Oh, yes,” Danny cried, delighted at her words, for he vaguely knew what she meant to do now. “There is an awful lot of evil in my thing today. Too much to fuck out... you need to suck it out, ma’am.”
She had stopped in her tracks and was staring down at him severely. “You will please watch your language, for
language, too, is an evil thing, boy.”
Danny flushed. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I guess I’m just an evil boy for talking that way.”
She waved her hand. “No mind. Just so you recognize the evil.” She stared at his long, hard cock. “My, it certainly
has much evil in it today, boy. Much evil. It is fairly shaking with evil. Spread your legs, boy, and I shall attempt to
suck the - er, drive the evil away.”
“Oh, yes,” he cried. “You must drive the evil out of me. It is terrible, this evil I have today. It is almost ready to
explode on the bed, it is so awful.”
“Don’t do that,” she barked sharply. Immediately, she changed her tone to a softer one. “What I mean is, if you
lose it on the bed, the evil will return in greater force than before. You must allow me to take the evil from your
body.”
He took his cock between his thumb and forefinger and pointed it at her.
“Bend over me and drive the evil out of me,” he begged her.
“Yes, yes, boy. I intend to do exactly that.”
She bent over him, her great tits heaving unbelievably and as she touched the end of his cock with her lips lightly,
her tits also touched him on the belly.
“Oh, your titties... they are beautiful, ma’am. Can I suck... I mean is there ever any evil in your titties?”
The glint in her dark eyes was something to behold. “Ah, yes, boy. There is often great evil in my - er - titties.”
Immediately he reached out and touched them, taking one in each hand. He fondled them even at the risk of
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he sucked on it frantically. Oh, the wonder of it! The beauty of it! The excitement of sucking a lady’s tit. Danny
thought his head was going to fly away or drop off his shoulders, so great was the excitement running through
him now. He was barely conscious that she had turned her body about in such a fashion that they were lying in
reverse positions, her long, puffy tit still in his mouth, as he continued sucking it, loving it for all he was worth.
He knew something wild was happening when he felt a light wetness touching his cock. At first, he didn’t know
what it was. He only knew it felt terrific. He could not see her face, her hair covered it. As he shifted from the left
tit to the right one, she sighed, and he felt something that was maddening going down over his cock, going down
all the way to the hair, and suddenly he knew for certain what it was. Her lips.
She was sucking his cock! How could she be doing this while he had her tit in his mouth? Was her tit that long? It
must be, he concluded. Anyway, who cared about figuring out matters of this kind? The important thing was that
she was sucking his cock. He could feel her doing it, could even hear the slight slurping sounds her mouth made
as the warm wetness of her lips caressed him wonderfully.
He removed his mouth from her tit. “My folks went away for the weekend,” he said.
He waited to see if this would bring forth a reaction from her, but apparently she was going to ignore it for the
moment at least. She said nothing but continued to mouth his stiff prick. God, it felt good! He wished she would
keep on doing this all night long. Sensation after sensation passed through him, causing him to breathe erratically, making him perspire profusely, even causing strange chills to run through his being. He supposed these were
just a part of the sexual feeling he was obtaining from her passionate lips. My, how wonderful it was to be nude
and evil with this generous lady. She would suck the evil out of him just as she had previously taken it from him
in other ways. He recalled that first time and the recollection of it made him shudder.
“Is something wrong?” she asked thickly, her face still covered by her dark hair.
“Nothing is wrong.”
Immediately he felt the warm wetness of her lips about his cock again.
“Oh... “ he moaned.
She moved and the move took her titties out of reach of his lips. He looked about for something else to kiss... and
found it quickly. Her belly. He ran his tongue into her navel and heard her squeal and pat him on the butt. He
wasn’t sure if she were angry or not, but taking his courage in hand, he continued to run his tongue about in her
navel. She squealed again and he felt her hand forcing his head down on her body. She brought his head near her
cunt and he offered no resistance to this placement. He saw her great cunt open up, the lips spreading apart as if
to welcome him. And then he felt another pressure at the back of his head. Knowing what she wanted from him,
he bent his head forward and kissed the pubic hair. My, her hair was coarse and stiff - it felt like a brush of some
kind. He stuck out his tongue and let it hunt through the expanse of hair for the exciting hole he knew was concealed somewhere beneath her furry mound. After some probing, he found the upper part of the hole, plunged
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The wetness and the warmth. He pulled back to look at the spot but could not see it, the hair having closed over
it again. He felt the pressure of her hand against the back of his head again and this time she was urging him to
continue, as he noted she had ceased sucking his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “You almost got the evil out of me, ma’am.”
She grunted and again he felt wetness, the wetness of her lips about his throbbing prick.
“Oh... that feels good,” he almost sobbed.
She slapped the rear of his head this time, which he knew meant stop talking and resume kissing. He sighed a
little and dug his tongue into the deep hair again, found the wet spot and ran his tongue about experimentally.
Her right leg lifted and came down over his head, her body turned on its side and he found himself locked in the
most delightful position imaginable. Her cunt seemed to have opened up considerably and was actually reaching
out to caress his lips and nose and chin. At least, it seemed to be doing this. He wondered if she could actually
use her cunt like a person might use his fingers. Danny didn’t know, but it did seem to him that her cunt was
stroking his lips.
He kissed her cunt passionately. Apparently, Mrs. Bush liked this sort of evil very much, for she let out a groan
that could have been heard halfway across the street had the doors and windows been open. Her belly seemed to
pull in and then to protrude toward his head, in and out, in and out. He watched very carefully, trying to understand if there was something else she wanted him to do, and then it hit him.
She wanted him to fuck her, evil or no evil.
“But I can’t fuck,” he mumbled. “You have my cock in your mouth.”
“Use your tongue, you fool,” she barked severely. “And hurry on with it, boy.”
Scared, he darted his tongue into her wet hole and felt the hole close on it and
actually hold it briefly. His tongue then slid out and he eagerly thrust it into the
opening again as he heard her groan and felt her body shiver. She likes this, he thought. She ain’t kiddin’ me
none. She likes the evil in me, and the evil in her, too.
“Keep on with it, boy,” she barked from somewhere higher up on the bed. He could not see her head at all now,
for his eyes were too close to her crotch region. “Get the evil devil out of me.” She pronounced “devil” to rhyme
with “evil.”
“Oh... yes... ma’am. I promise to suck out the evil devil.”
“Then get sucking, boy.” She slapped him on the back of his head with a hard
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Immediately Danny plunged his face into her cunt and felt her body shuddering as she opened up her great
thighs momentarily and shifted over on her back with him on top of her. Her right leg was still about his neck,
holding him firmly but not choking him. He found this to be very pleasurable and exciting because now he could
make fucking movements with his loins while she sucked his cock and he kissed and tongued her wet cunt.
“I like to suck your cunt, ma’am,” he heard himself say.
“Good boy,” she said. “But hurry on with it. Mrs. Bush has much evil to be rid of today.”
“Suck my evil out, too. Suck it real hard, ma’am.”
He darted his tongue back into her cunt and was agreeably surprised when she held his head there with one hand
and began a wild fucking movement against his face and tongue. At the same time, he began to fuck her mouth
savagely and soon the inevitable happened. First, she shuddered and stiffened repeatedly and then he felt as if his
head was coming off. In fact, he was certain his head was coming off until he exploded his come into her mouth,
shooting it between her parted lips with great force, down over her fast-working tongue and permitting her to
greedily swallow it and then to suck still more of it from him. At the same time his tongue was working her cunt
at a very fast rate of speed. Both her hands held him against her cunt fiercely, her body convulsing several times
before she could lay still, breathing in
gasps.
Danny continued to lightly kiss the flesh around her cunt, the cunt itself, the hair, her belly, all of her lower body.
She pushed him away. “The evil has gone for now, boy. Get dressed. Go home.
Come back in two hours.”
He sighed in a disappointed manner but there was nothing to do but to yield to her authority. He climbed off the
bed, put on his pants quickly and without looking at her, left by way of the side door. He ran all the way home
and when he got there, flopped down on the sofa and began to relive in his mind every little move she had made.
He must have dropped off to sleep, for the next thing he knew, the room was dark and he was stumbling about
trying to find the light switch.
The lights on, he sank down on the sofa, surprised that his pants were unzipped. He must have done this in his
sleep, for he was certain he had zipped his fly at the lady’s house.
Oh, well... what about it? What did it matter?
There was something that mattered, however. She had told him to return to her in two hours. Had two hours
gone by... or had more time elapsed? Danny didn’t know.
The only way to find out was to run promptly back to her door, knock on it, and ask, which he did.
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through half-closed lids. “Thought you weren’t coming back, boy,” she said severely. “I had gone to bed. Know
what time it is?”
Danny shook his head nervously. He had goofed again, hadn’t he? Damn it anyway!
Why was he so stupid?
“It’s after midnight, boy. You’d better go home. Your folks will be wondering where you are.”
He grinned. “No they won’t, ma’am. I told you. At least, I think I told you. They went away for the whole weekend. I’m alone at home. I can stay... here and let you... fuck the evil out of me for... three whole days, ma’am.”
“I do wish you wouldn’t use that degrading word, boy,” she said, blinking her eyes at him but looking at him in
that very odd way she sometimes did when she seemed more concerned than usual about the evil that needed to
be taken from him.
“What’s degrading, ma’am?”
“I was talking about your use of the word... fuck... I’d rather you not talk about fucking in my presence. Fucking
is a very evil thing to talk about.”
It seemed to him that she was using the word quite a bit considering it was so evil, but he said nothing about this.
He was still afraid she was going to be offended in some unknown manner and then she might refuse to fuck
with him. Oh, God, how he liked having her take the evil from him. Any old way was fine with him. She could
either... fuck out the evil or... suck it out. Both ways were wonderful.
“Boy, aren’t you ever going to listen to me when I’m talking?”
Danny jerked himself out of his private thoughts and stared at her. She had removed her nightdress and was now
entirely naked as she stood in the middle of the room.
“Come and kiss my tummy,” she cried. “I have a very bad ache in my tummy.”
“Shall I take off my pants first, ma’am?” he asked innocently.
Mrs. Bush seemed almost startled by his question. “Oh, yes, by all means. That is - er - take off all your clothing,
boy. Take it all off.”
There was something about the way she spoke those last four words that made him become immediately erect.
Erect and very, very hard. As he pulled off his clothing, he was careful to keep his back turned to her so as to hide
his cock from her as long as possible. When he finally turned around and faced her, her eyes bulged at the sight
of his enormous prick. She caught her breath and even her face changed its expression. It was the first time he
had ever noticed her to be openly excited and this fact did something wild to him. Danny wanted to do something entirely different than he had ever done. It might be considered by her to be the greatest evil of all, but he
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“Ma’am,” he said hesitantly. “Instead of kissing your tummy, can I shoot my tool up your asshole, please?”
It seemed as if a half hour passed by before she stopped frowning at him, had
stopped looking at him in such a severe and angry manner. During this long interval of time he had alternately
shivered, shuddered and worried.
“Come here, boy. Do you know you are most evil tonight... the most you have ever been?”
“Am I, ma’am?” he asked innocently, his cock quivering with eagerness.
“You are. Indeed you are. The devil himself is inside of you tonight.”
“Is there some way you can get him out of me?” he asked, not quite so innocently.
“I think you’re playing games with me, boy.” She cleared her throat. “Are you playing fuck games with me, boy?”
“I thought you said not to use that word, ma’am,” he said with spirit.
She had reddened slightly. “Hmm, the filthy word slipped past my lips, boy. It’s the evil in you that does it to me.”
“It does it to me, too, ma’am,” he cried, pointing at his cock.
She sighed and frowned at the same time.
“Ah, yes, we must do something about the very great evil you possess tonight.
Now... “what was it you wanted to... do, boy?”
He took a deep breath, let the air out and told her bluntly. “I want to stick it up your pretty asshole.”
The lady sighed again. “Oh, dear, you are lost, I’m afraid. I never saw so much evil in one so young.”
“May I stick it up your ass and get rid of it, ma’am?” he persisted.
She walked to the bed, leaned over and rested her hands on a table. “I’m afraid you will have to in order to rid
yourself of so very much evil, boy.”
“You mean I can ram it up your asshole, ma’am?”
The lady bit her lips. “Please do not talk that way so much. It is a sign of an even greater evil. However... you must
do as the devil in you suggests. It is the only way we can rid you of that terrible creature.”
“All right. I won’t say anything more about fucking you up the asshole, ma’am. I’ll just ram it in and get rid of the
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She sighed and moved a bit, spreading her great legs in the process. “Precisely now, precisely.”
Danny was not too sure of what that word meant, but he went to her, holding his cock in his left hand while he
placed his right arm about her body. God, getting up close to her ass felt good. Her ass just seemed to fit the contour of the front of him.
He used both hands in pulling apart the cheeks of her butt until he saw just where the tiny hole was located.
Then, trying to remember it as he was forced to straighten up somewhat, he took his cock in hand and stabbed at
the place where the hole should have been.
It wasn’t the right place.
He stabbed again.
And again.
The lady solved the problem. She grasped his prick, stuffed it in her asshole, and holding him tightly to her behind, fell over onto the bed, with Danny already pumping his cock into her hole with as much speed and energy
as he could muster, which was considerable.
“Slow it down, boy. Mustn’t let the evil out too fast, you know.”
He ignored her remark and said something that had little bearing on it. “Why do you
let me do this to you, ma’am?”
“Because,” she grunted, “I have a duty to extract the evil from as many - er – young boys as I possibly can.”
Danny didn’t bother with asking any more such questions. He simply pumped his cock in and out of her very
tight asshole much in the manner of a male dog in back of a bitch. He had often seen male dogs topping bitches
on the street, had noticed the fast, wild manner in which the male dog invariably worked. He had patterned his
own fuck style on this.
It seemed to work for Danny.
The lady underneath appeared to be enjoying it very much... as much as she would permit enjoyment to enter
into the evil process, of course, he reminded himself. He must not let his imagination go too far astray. After all,
she had told him she was only interested in helping boys rid themselves of the “evil.” He wondered, later, how
many boys she had “helped.”
Before he had time to prevent it, he blew his wad, shooting up into her asshole. She waited until the squirting
stopped and then with something resembling a wild animal roar, she pushed him off her, only to turn over and
lie flat on her back. He started to move away from her but she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her,
her great legs going about his body and fastening together like a human vise, holding him in position as she put
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Danny obediently fucked the evil out of himself again and this time deposited it in her cunt.
Then they lay quiet for a long time. When his cock finally became soft, she pushed him off gently and spoke to
him, her lush lips close to his ear. “Now, you see, you are a good boy. The evil is gone from you. You must thank
me for doing this great service to you.”
“Oh, I do thank you, Mrs. Bush,” he cried quickly. “I thank you very much.”
“Ah, yes,” she said, breathing deeply. “But those are merely words. There are other, better ways to thank me, boy.”
“I’ll thank you any way you want it done, Mrs. Bush,” he cried passionately.
“Hmm... let me think,” she mused. “What way would I like best to be thanked?”
“Could I maybe kiss it?” he asked bluntly.
She lifted her head from the bed and looked down at him. “Kiss my what, boy? What are you talking about?”
There was a sudden return of her former severity of tone.
He hesitated out of sudden fear of her. “I guess I didn’t mean that, ma’am,” he
mumbled.
“You didn’t mean what, boy?” she barked at him, her great tits heaving wonderfully.
“I didn’t mean to say anything about kissing it,” he mumbled.
“And again I say, kiss what, boy?”
Danny took a deep breath and let it out quickly. “Kiss your cunt, ma’am.”
She shook her head savagely. “There you go again... using vile language in my presence. Haven’t I taught you
anything at all yet?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered quickly.
“Then what have I taught you, boy? Hurry now. Speak up.”
“You... taught me to get rid of the evil.”
“And... how did I teach you to get rid of the evil, boy?” she demanded, her face close to his, her dark eyes snapping.
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She reddened slightly and he noticed her breathing was growing heavy again, as it often did when she talked
about the evil in him. “And what other way have I taught you, boy?”
“Taught me what?” he asked, puzzled now.
“What other way have I taught you to rid yourself of the evil?”
“Oh... by sticking my cock in your cunt and letting it fuck me off.”
Again the lady reddened a little and breathed heavily. “There were other ways, too, weren’t there, boy? Tell me
what they were.”
“Well... you sat on my prick and made me fuck you... that was the first time you spotted the evil in me.”
“You are correct, boy. And now, boy, what did you do to me recently?”
“Fucked your cunt,” he blurted.
She reddened again. “Before that, boy.”
“I rammed my cock up your asshole, and... “
“That’s enough, boy. Don’t tell me anymore.”
Danny was scared again. “Are you mad at me for saying that, ma’am?”
She smiled strangely. “No, boy, not mad. I never get mad at boys for being
possessed by the evil.”
“You like evil in boys?”
Again she smiled strangely. “Let me put it this way, boy. The evil is there in you. I can see it right now, this very
moment. It needs to be taken from you again. I think the best thing for me to do is to start all over again with
you, put you through the course of teaching I have already put you through. Maybe the second time around
you’ll learn to combat the evil all by yourself.”
“What are you going to do to me now, ma’am?” he asked, his pulse racing again.
“The same thing I did to you that first time. I’m going to draw the evil from that thing again, using my body
above you. Of course, I have to see the evil in you first, don’t I, boy?”
Danny knew what she meant. The evil rose in him immediately. She went above his body, settled herself down
carefully, wrapping her cunt lips about his evil erection.

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Chapter Three
In the first two chapters we examined two different types of women, both of whom were extremely interested in
fucking with young boys. In the first chapter we took a detailed look at Edna White, a somewhat prim schoolteacher whose primness disappeared considerably when a youngster was close at hand. In the second chapter we
studied the hypocritical Mrs. Bush, who claimed she was interested only in removing the “evil” from boys.
We now examine still another type of female boy-lover. Her actions are clothed under various medical terminology - she is the female counterpart of the male molester. But in her case there is an exception - those whom she
molested, generally boys in their early teens, seemed to enjoy the molestation greatly.
Her name was Jeri Brown. She was thirty-seven years old, had been divorced for several years and lived alone.
She wore her blond hair short and many people took her at first appearance to be a Lesbian. This she was not.
She simply did not like men. She liked boys, young boys. However, Jeri had difficulty in finding the males she so
craved. She liked to drive about in her car and pick them up and take them either into the country and park, or
take them home with her if she thought they were the type able to keep a tight lip. Jeri was editor of a small woman’s magazine and as such, she had to be rather careful about her personal life - many of the women wouldn’t buy
her magazine if they thought she indulged in unusual sexual activities.
Jeri indulged in very unusual sexual activities from the point of view of the average person.
It was a Friday evening and she was driving about town looking for the right kind of boy to pick up. There
seemed to be no boys out on the street this night. Sighing, she parked her car after a time and entered a bar and
had a quick drink. She would have liked several drinks, it being Friday night, but she didn’t want to spend a long
time in the bar for fear of some man wanting to pick her up. This was not what Jeri was interested in - she wanted
to do the picking, and it had to be a young boy. Definitely a boy!
She climbed back into her car, started the motor and drove down the street. After a few minutes she thought she
might as well head for home and forget about boys for this evening. When she arrived near her home, she saw a
youngster standing at the corner, lighting a cigarette. He looked to be about fourteen. Quickly she drove the car
into her garage, climbed out and walked rapidly toward the corner, her heart beating faster as she approached the
young man. The boy was quietly standing there. Good. She went right up to him.
“Hey,” she said.
The boy turned around, looked her up and down, grinned, took a drag on his
cigarette, grinned again, and proceeded to look her over again. She was an eyeful and she knew it. Then he
smirked, took one more drag and tossed the cigarette away. “You a whore?” he asked softly.
She had been asked this same question before and knew how to handle it.
“No,” she said, going very close to him and speaking softly. “I don’t charge for it and I don’t give it to just anybody. I happen to like boys your age. Want to come inside with me and let me see what you have between your
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His mouth went slack. “You kidding? I mean, do you live near here somewhere?”
“Yes. Come along with me. I promise to show you the time of your life.”
“How do I know you ain’t some pig, or something?”
“You mean a cop? Female cops don’t go around picking up boys.”
The boy scratched his head. “Yeah, guess you’re right. All right, lead the way.”
This was almost exactly the way she liked to have it happen - find a young boy who thought he was very wise
about things (and who might very well be, to an extent) and who was immediately willing to go somewhere with
her. Once she got his cock out of his pants... he would be ready to do anything she wanted him to do. It almost always turned out this way for she had found that it was very difficult for a young boy to resist a sexual experience.
But she did have to be careful not to be too aggressive, for she had found this could very easily frighten off her
young prey. A young boy was one big bundle of raw sex nerves, she knew, and was glad of it.
They walked quickly to her driveway and she motioned for him to follow her up to the rear door. It was better to
enter by way of the rear door. Safer and far from inquisitive eyes of neighbors. There was no point in permitting
others to see her entering in the company of a young boy. Once they were inside, she closed the door and put her
arms about the youngster.
“How old are you?” she asked softly.
He laughed softly. “Old enough for what you want. Say, how about a little light in this place? It’s kind of dark.”
She removed her arms after kissing his face quickly and turned on a soft light. She turned and studied him. He
looked to be about fifteen, had blond, quite long hair that was fairly well combed, and wore faded jeans with a
faded shirt that was open in front. He was not wearing a T-shirt, and she saw he had very little hair on his chest.
His flesh seemed to be well tanned.
“You always pick up guys and bring them home and fuck ‘em?” he asked bluntly.
She was pleased with his talk. She liked blunt talk from young boys. “Only the ones who appeal to me. Tell me,
have you got quite a long one?” She smiled at him nicely and permitted her tits to heave slightly, provocatively.
“It’s pretty good. You sure you ain’t no cop?”
“Don’t be absurd. Come into the living room.” She led the way and once in the living room, turned on another
dim light and looked at him again. “Want to tell me your name?” she asked.
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“You don’t need that before we fuck, do you?”
She smiled at him as he stood just inside the doorway. “No, I don’t need your last name.”
“You just need a young cock. Right?”
Again Jeri smiled. “Correct. I need a good, young cock. Why don’t you take off your pants, Joe? Let me see how
much you got.”
He gave his head a shake. “Say... are you some kind of nut?”
“No. Not at all. I like young guys. I’m not married so why not?”
He nodded. “You live here alone, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Ain’t you scared I might knock you over the head, fuck you and steal everything you’ve got?”
“I’ve thought about it. But you don’t look the type. I think you’re the kind of guy who likes his pussy too much to
bother with the other stuff.”
“Think so, huh?” He moved closer to her, his hands thrust down deeply into his pockets. “You ever suck a guy
off, lady?”
This didn’t upset Jeri at all. She liked it. “Why do you ask? Is that what you go for instead of the real thing?”
“Getting sucked off is the real thing, too, lady.”
She nodded and kept her eyes on his face. His face was thin but not unpleasant to look at. He was, in fact, not a
bad looking boy at all. “Why don’t you take out your... cock... and let me see it,” she said, looking away from him
for just an instant and then training her eyes back on him quickly.
“Thought you wanted me to take off my pants?”
She placed her hands over her tits and breathed deeply. “Well... do something, or we’ll be standing here all night
talking.”
“You in a hurry to get shafted, lady?”
She smiled. “Take your time, if you want to.” She looked away again for an instant. “I understand how it is with
some guys.”
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“Take your pants off,” she said, growing impatient with him. “Let me see it.”
“You’re really hot, ain’t you? What’s your name, lady?”
She shrugged. “Jeri.”
“No last name?”
“You don’t need it, but I’ll tell you if you want to know.”
“Never mind. Say, why haven’t you got your clothes off?”
“All right. Want me to undress in front of you? Is that it?”
“Yeah, I’d like to see that.”
“All right, I’d like to do it, too.” Jeri stripped off her dress quickly and stood before him clad only in bra and pantyhose. She never wore anything beneath her pantyhose, at least when she was going out on the town. This gave
her a feeling of recklessness that she enjoyed at such times. “There,” she said.
“How do you like it so far?”
“Haven’t seen much yet,” he said, but she noted his voice had changed its pitch, which was certain indication that
something was happening to him, something sexy and good. “Let me see your tits, lady.”
“You can call me Jeri,” she smiled.
“Hmm. That’s nice. I like that name.”
She glanced at him quickly. “Get on with it,” she ordered. “I brought you here to have some sex fun. Do you want
to have some or not?”
“Sure. I wouldn’t mind fucking you, Jeri.”
“Thanks,” she said, not without some dryness.
He laughed. “Don’t get uptight about me. I’m not a bad guy. I just can’t believe what’s happening to me.”
She sighed and smiled almost at the same time. “I think I understand that.” She unhooked her bra, watching him
carefully every moment, and tossed the bra away.
Her tits were lovely and when they sprang out, freed from the confinement of the bra, the boy stared at them
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“Jesus, lady, you got yourself a sweet pair of knockers there. Man!”
“I’m glad you like them, Joe.”
“I’d like to suck ‘em a bit later. Right now, I’d like to see you take off your pantyhose and shoes.”
She removed her shoes quickly and began to push the hose down over her hips, but not quite far enough down to
reveal her cunt. “I think you had better strip, too, Joe. I don’t like to have a boy make me when he’s dressed.”
The kid was naked in nothing flat, it seemed. She stared at his nudity and felt the old wild passion spread over
her as it always did when she first glimpsed a young boy’s nakedness. His cock was very hard, she noted happily.
Very hard and very long.
Good. She liked long ones.
“Do you like what you see, lady?” His lips were parted and through the dim light Jeri noted that he was perspiring heavily.
“Yes. You have a good body, Joe.” She pushed off her pantyhose and threw them aside, standing tall, allowing her
tits to heave considerably. “Do you like the way I look, Joe?”
“I told you before. You look great to me. Your legs are real good, lady, and you’re getting me pretty damn hot.”
“Want to fuck, Joe?” she asked wantonly.
He grinned somewhat nervously. “Yeah,” he said, somewhat hesitantly. “Of course I want to fuck, lady. Ain’t that
what you brought me here for?”
“You like to fuck in bed, on the floor - where?” She eyed him lustfully. She could feel the desire building deep
within her.
It was building in him, also. His eyes had a look of intense excitement in them,
although he appeared to be trying to show her what a cool cat he was. “I’ll fuck you any old place, lady. Stick it
into you any old way. You name it. I’ll do it.”
“Let’s go to bed then, Joe. Follow me.” She led the way to her bedroom door and he followed. She didn’t turn on
the bedroom light, but stretched out her hand to him. He took it and clasped it with considerable strength. She
liked that, too. Men and boys should have strength in their hands. Sometimes she thought she could tell almost
how good a boy would be in bed - just by the strength of his handshake.
She led him straight to the bed and falling down upon it, pulled him down on top of her. His hot young body
started fucking at her immediately, like a male dog going after a bitch in heat. His cock was striking her legs, her
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a better position so that now she could reach between their bodies and grasp his hot, rubbery prick. It thrilled
her to touch it, just as it always thrilled her to touch a male organ, especially such a youthful cock. She thrust the
head of it into her cunt and at the same time he pushed hard. His prick shot into her and she groaned loudly. He
pulled back, adjusted his position somewhat, and thrust deeply into her again, with determination.
“Oh... “ she groaned. “You do have a big one, Joe. Now use it. Fuck the hell out of me, baby.”
He snorted but said nothing.
“Fuck me, baby,” she repeated, wanting him to talk “dirty” to her.
“I am fucking you, lady. What do you think I’m doing?”
“Ah... “ she moaned when he began to slow down a little and to strike her
sensitivities more properly. “Ah... that is good. Stroke me long, Joe... stroke me long and slow. I love it. I love to
fuck.”
“Yeah,” he responded, grunting the word. “I don’t mind a good piece of ass myself.
How about you Frenching me later?”
“We’ll do a sixty-nine, Joe,” she gasped as he rammed his cock into her brutally.
“Jesus, you got a tight cunt, lady. It really grabs my prong and hangs on.”
“Oh... fuck me good, Joe,” she begged him, hoping he would continue speaking to her in this manner.
“I’m fucking your tight cunt, lady, as best I can. If you don’t like my fucking, say so.”
In answer, she wrapped her legs and arms about him tightly. She also pushed her cunt up to him and tried to
hold it high, but his rapid, powerful, battering strokes forced her to lay back flat on the bed. She wished she had
thought to put a pillow under her ass, but no matter. His cock was young and hard and what else really mattered, except that it was deep inside her cunt? God, how wonderful it was to live this way, to go out and pick up
a strange young boy and bring him home and take all he had. There was no thrill like it in all the world for Jeri.
None at all. She almost pitied the ordinary housewife with her one-shot husband. Even now, as she was being
hammered vigorously by such young cock, a small trace of scorn crept through her and her mouth puckered as if
in disdain for any sexually unsatisfied woman.
She had no more time for thinking - she had her first sudden, wild orgasm, the kind she constantly strived to
enjoy. Wild, quick, sudden, unexpected, that was the way she liked an orgasm to be. Usually it was a building
process... this was all right, too, but the wild, sudden ones... they were fabulous.
“Oh... baby... “ she moaned. “You’re good.”

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“So I’ve been told, lady.” He did not appear to be holding back through any overdose of modesty.
Jeri didn’t mind. In fact, she rather liked a male who bragged about his powers, provided that same male could
back up his words with appropriate cock action.
“Do it to me,” she cried, sounding for the moment like a very young girl.
He did it. He blew off in her suddenly, hotly, violently, the thick stream striking her inner body in such quantities that it caused her to have a second orgasm which was even better than the first. She kept on trembling with
orgasmic ecstasy all during the time he emptied his cock juice into her cunt.
Then he stopped moving in her and just lay quietly on top of her, his breathing
hectic, matching the pace of hers. She could feel the ooze of his sweat as it trickled from his pores down over
her flesh. She liked the feel of it. She sighed and moved a little and for some reason this caused him to ejaculate
again, but in much smaller quantity.
“Jesus Christ!” he cried. “You sure make me damn hot, lady.” Again his come
dribbled into her love pot. Then very quickly he pulled out of her cunt and jumped out of the bed. “Where’s the
can?” he asked.
She sat up, reached for the chain on the bed-lamp and gave it a pull. Light flooded the room and she glanced
quickly at the window to make certain the shade was drawn. It was. She pointed at the bathroom door without
speaking, but the boy just stood there, momentarily, before moving toward it.
“You got a hell of a great-looking body, lady. And you fuck real good, too.”
He left the room and was gone for quite a time. When he came back he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at
her body. “How come?” he asked, frowning.
“How come what, Joe?” she asked in return.
“How come a great-looking broad like you has to pick up guys my age?”
She smiled and sat up and stretched her arms high, partly because she felt like stretching and partly because she
knew it was an erotic thing to do. “I don’t have to pick up young guys like yourself, believe me, Joe. I could have
all the men I want coming here. I’m not boasting. It’s true. It just happens that I like guys your age... boys, if you
don’t mind my calling you that. Boys turn me on, some boys, that is.
Some don’t. Some are... well, the mama’s boy type... I can’t stand them.”
He nodded. “I know what you mean. A girl flings her ass at ‘em and they get scared and run for home. Know
something?”
“What?” she asked, stretching her arms high again above her head.

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“I ain’t that way and never was. I screwed a girl when I was only eleven years old.”
Jeri just looked at him.
“You don’t believe that, do you, lady?”
She shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I believe it? Of course I believe it. After all, I’ve just seen what you can do with
your cock.”
He came around to the side of the bed and stood there, his prick hanging limply. “I just washed it,” he said with
obvious reference to his cock.
“Oh... and why did you wash it, Joe?” Her pulse was racing a little now.
“Because I’d like you to French me. Will you, huh?”
She eyed him curiously. “Yes, of course I’ll French you, Joe. However, I want a drink first. Do you mind?” Without waiting for his answer she got off the bed and walked into the living room where she poured herself a drink
of straight whiskey. She tossed it down and felt the burn of it all the way to her stomach.
“Hey,” he said from behind her. “How about me getting some of the juice? I like it, too.”
She turned about and looked at him doubtfully. “All right,” she agreed. “Not too much, though. Whiskey fouls up
some boys, you know.” She really didn’t mean this, but it was something to say.
“Don’t worry, lady. I’m good for all night stuff. My cock will keep working for a hell of a long time - just as long
as you can handle it.”
“What does that mean, Joe?” she asked, fingering her naked tits to draw his
attention to them.
He poured himself a drink. “You got some Coke or anything?”
“Behind you. No ice, though.”
He got the Coke and mixed it in his glass. “Don’t care about ice, anyway. Stuff ’s supposed to burn you, ain’t it?”
“Not necessarily.”
He down his mixture slowly, now and then glancing at the two shapely tits so close to him, Jeri’s lower body
being partially hidden by the bar as he stood on the other side of the counter. Making a face, he looked at the
drink and then sipped it again. “Kind of good stuff,” he said, as if attempting to make her believe he was used to
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She doubted this very much. “This stuff makes me real horny sometimes,” he
mumbled.
“Good,” she said, laughing softly. “I like my boys to be real horny.”
He smacked his lips, reached over and cupped his hand on one of her tits.
“You sure are some hot bitch, ain’t you, lady?”
Jeri didn’t mind him calling her that. She just smiled at him. “Right. I sure am one hot bitch, Joe. I like to fuck,
the more the better.” Somehow, she felt when she spoke that way it didn’t come out sounding nearly as vulgar as
some people might think.
She realized she might be kidding herself in this respect, but what did that matter.
There had to be some areas where a woman could kid herself.
“You’re a hot bitch, lady, and I’m a hot guy. Know something? My cock’s aching to get into you again. Why, I can
fuck you right there on the floor. Would you like to get fucked again, lady?” His eyes burned into hers and she
saw they were filled with eager lust.
“Why don’t you sit on that stool, Joe?” she told him, her voice trembling from
excitement. She indicated the stool as if he were incapable of knowing one from a chair. Well, after all, he was
only a boy, wasn’t he? Hold it, her mind whispered to her. Don’t be condescending toward him - he’ll sense it and
his fucking performance won’t be as good as it can be.
He climbed on the stool, his legs spread widely apart, his prick standing straight up now. She came around the
bar, stood before him, her hands feeling her tits with decided passion.
“I believe I’ll French your...” she started to say, but stopped and started over.
“Think I’ll take you orally, Joe. I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She watched his eyes as they became even
more lust-filled.
“Yeah,” he answered hoarsely. “Sure would, lady. French my cock. Look at it. It’s almost dancing.” He pointed to
his ramrod erection.
Jeri found a hassock, pulled it in front of the stool, and sank down on it, positioning herself between his legs. Immediately he pressed his knees together, touching each of her sides just below her arms. She pulled back slightly
because this limited her in bending her head to take him in. Finally, when even the new position didn’t work out
to her satisfaction, she asked him to pull back his knees. He complied and sat there, leaning his arms back on the
bar, his facial expression one of extreme lust, his legs widely spread once again.
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pull her face down quickly to his crotch, but she was having none of this at the moment. Resisting him successfully, she cautioned him about use of force, smiling as she did so, to ease any resentment he might have.
Then as she continued to jack his cock, she ran her tongue down his chest to his navel, went into it, made little
circling motions, then went lower to the base of his prick and took it in her mouth sideways, and playfully, much
in the manner one bits into a hamburger. He moaned and jerked his body about, so she removed her mouth and
laughing lightly, looked up at him.
“You want surprises, don’t you, Joe?” she asked, knowing this might sound
confusing to him.
However, it did not appear to confuse him at all. “Yeah, I like lots of surprises. That little bite thing was a good
one, but it kind of... scared me for a second.”
She laughed lightly again. “I promise not to bite it off all at once.”
“Hey, don’t talk that way, lady. Jesus, that scares a guy.”
Again Jeri laughed. “Don’t be scared, Joe. I’m only teasing you. I love it too much to ever bite it off.” She could not
resist teasing him once more. “At least,” she added, “I think I do.”
Much to her astonishment, he jumped from the stool after knocking her hand away from his cock and moved
across the room from her, his drink in his hand. He lifted the glass to his lips and finished off the drink and set
the glass down on a nearby table. “I guess I’d better be going,” he said suddenly. “I don’t want my cock bitten off.
Hell, no. And I can tell by the look on your face. That’s what you just might do, lady.”
“Oh, but that’s nonsense, Joe,” she protested, alarmed now that she had gone too far with her teasing. “Please
come back. Tell you what. You can... go down on me... if you want to... I’ll sit on the stool and spread my legs and
you can kneel on the hassock. What do you think of that, Joe?”
He worked his mouth about considerably. “Get up on the stool, lady,” he said after a moment’s silence. “Let’s see
what happens.”
Happily and with some relief, she climbed onto the stool and sat there watching him intently as he crossed the
room and came back to her. She saw him kneel on the hassock, push his hair out of his eyes, look at her cunt,
then at her tits, heard him sigh, swear softly, and then felt his lips kissing her belly. Jeri closed her eyes as her
emotions began to grow. His mouth moved about on her belly, his tongue running over her flesh as he brought
his lips higher until she felt them tugging, sucking on her right tit. Another moment of breathless passion and
then he moved to her left tit. Her eyes again tightly closed as she felt the sensations running up and down her
spine, her nerve ends tingling, her cunt lubricating.
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His lips and tongue worked their way downward until she felt his tongue darting into her pubic hair. Sighing
deeply, he plunged his tongue into her.
“Oh... my God... “ she moaned, rising off the stool in her agitation.
He pulled away from her, took two steps and then stopped. “I don’t want this,” he said. “I’m not... ready for it.”
Jeri understood, but it was maddening to have him treat her this way. Still, if a
person didn’t want to do a certain thing in the area of sex, well, then the person didn’t have to, and that was that.
It never paid to attempt to induce someone to try something or to keep on doing something he began once he
had shown distaste for it. She knew this well from past experience.
“You find my cunt repelling?” she heard herself ask him.
“Hell, no,” he said quickly. “It’s just that damned whiskey I drank. It made my
stomach queasy. I’m not... used to whiskey, lady, and that’s the truth.”
She sighed, feeling vastly relieved. “Oh, I understand you now. I’m sorry.”
“I think I’d better get dressed and cut out,” he said darkly.
She stiffened. “Do you have to, Joe?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. If it’s okay with you, I’ll be back tomorrow night. Say about nine o’clock. Is that all right with you?”
Although she was greatly disappointed, she nodded. “All right, Joe. Get dressed and go. Come tomorrow night.
And for Pete’s sake, don’t drink anything then. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said shortly.
Jeri did not move from the stool. She simply sat there and waited for him to dress hurriedly. He did not speak to
her again but left by way of the rear door. Sighing, she stepped down from the stool, went to the rear of the house
and locked the door.
Sighing again, she returned to the bar, had a quick- drink, turned out all the lights and went to her bedroom. She
fell onto the bed, nude, and was quickly embraced by a hard sleep.
Shortly before nine the following evening she was almost to the point of biting her nails, she was so excited at the
probability of seeing the boy again. This time, she told herself, she would fuck him half to death, or French him,
or anything he wanted.
Maybe she had better be careful about offering to suck him - let him ask for it. Yes.
That would be better. She well remembered his fear when she had lightly and
playfully lip-bitten his cock the night before.
She laughed nervously. “What a nutty deal that was,” she said aloud. “He really was scared.”

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She began to pace the large living room, walking from one end to the other. She had purposely worn only a brief
halter and hot pants, nothing more below, about, or underneath. She knew she looked appealing. But there was
a problem - Joe had not yet arrived and it was now fifteen minutes after nine. She drew in her breath when she
realized it was so late.
“Where the hell did the time go?” she asked herself. She was about to say
something else aloud when she heard a tapping sound at the rear of the house. She forced herself to walk, not
run, to the back door. Calling out, she quickly confirmed that it was indeed Joe, and then she opened the door
wide. He entered quickly and she was surprised to see he wasn’t wearing his faded jeans and shirt. He definitely
looked different wearing a light suit, striped shirt and a wide tie.
“Well, Joe,” she said, “you look ten years older. What’s happened?”
He grinned and slipped his arm about her waist. Instantly she smelled the beer, or whatever, on his breath. “Hi,
baby,” he said intimately. “Ready to fuck?”
She smiled at him, amazed at the difference in his looks. “Are you the same guy or are you someone else?” she
asked playfully.
“I figured if I was going to spend an evening with a lady I should dress a little better, so I borrowed my brother’s
clothes. How do I look? Kind of dumb, huh?”
“You look fine. But of course I prefer you with no clothing on, you know.”
He grinned. “I thought about that on the way here. Crazy deal, ain’t it? Guy gets all dressed up to show his girl...
er... his woman... how good he looks... and all he does is take off his clothes.”
“Well at least you let me see you dressed up. I like that. I mean I still like it, but I do want you to take off your
clothes. It would be a shame to fuck in those clothes of your brother’s.”
He grinned again. “Yeah, I get your point. No use in letting my brother get in on your cunt.”
“How old is your brother?” she asked, wishing he would start removing his clothes.
After all, she was practically naked, and she wanted him to be likewise.
“Nineteen. He’s kind of square, though.”
“You’re not square, are you, Joe?”
“Naw. I’ve been around too many hip guys.”
“Take off your clothes, Joe, and let’s get to fucking. I’ve been waiting for you for a damn long time.”
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Soon they were in her bedroom, both naked. He was standing over the bed, watching her hanging his suit and
shirt on hangers, to prevent them from becoming wrinkled. He was grinning at her as if he appreciated being
“fussed” over and when she hung up his clothing, he came to her and kissed her titties repeatedly. She stood still
in the middle of the room, enjoying his passionate caresses, wishing he would go between her legs and lap at her
cunt. Perhaps he still would. She would see. First she knew she must fuck him beautifully, then later he might
show his appreciation for her by going down on her. She very much wanted him to go down on her. The night
before he had refused her cunt. Her ego needed his sucking tonight - her cunt juices were flowing heavily in
eagerness of his hot, young tongue.
He pushed her toward the bed. She permitted his movement. They crashed down on top of it and he was instantly between her thighs, pumping his hard cock at her cunt lips, but not entering. She waited, giving him some
time to accomplish a penetration, but when she was certain he was not going to be successful in this respect, she
seized his cock and aimed it at her hole. He moaned and thrust at her and she felt the rock-hard flesh entering
her deeply. She groaned even as he moaned again, and almost instantly she felt him hitting her most sensitive
spot.
“Oh... that’s... so good,” she breathed, and kissed his face wetly.
He responded by sticking his tongue in her mouth and each time he pulled his prick out, he would thrust his
tongue deep into her mouth. She found this to be instantly delightful and exhilarating and was not surprised
when she had a quick orgasm that left her breathless and nowhere near satisfied. She tried fucking him and this
time, by being very careful, she found she could do it. He was not bearing down as heavily as he had the previous
night when she had tried this same action, to no avail. Jeri rather liked fucking in this manner. Up-fucking, that’s
what it was. There was something about it that was extremely worthwhile, while at the same time exhausting.
“How does my cock feel?” he asked, removing his tongue from her mouth. “I mean, is it hard enough? Am I hitting it where it needs to be hit?”
This sort of consideration really surprised her. The boys she had known... well, almost none of them had any
thought other than to ram it in and blow off quickly.
There was nothing really wrong about this in young boys, for youthful cocks can fuck several times in any onehour period. Of this she was well aware. Still, blowing off in a great hurry was a form of selfishness that always
left her dissatisfied, no matter how tolerant she might try to be of the youth ramming it into her cunt.
“Fuck me,” she cried softly.
He did not quite understand her. “Huh?” he grunted. “What?”
“Never mind. Just fuck me good, Joe. God, your cock is large tonight, large and lovely.”
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know.”
“Fuck me, darling,” she moaned and pushed up at him several times before he began to press down hard on her
body.
“Let me do the fucking, lady,” he grunted roughly into her ear.
“All right,” she agreed. “Shaft me good, baby.”
“Ain’t what I’m doing good enough?” he asked, grunting the words again.
“Yes. Keep on with it... oh... I’m coming. Oh, Jesus . Joe... faster... “
He took that moment to blow off in her and she could have killed him for it, but the thing was done and when he
finally stopped pumping his cock into her and had withdrawn it, she could only lay there and silently curse him.
She had been reasonably certain that this kid was not the type to blow prematurely, but he had not followed her
prediction.
“Where are you going?” she asked, as she saw him climb off the bed.
“Going to 
wash my cock, lady,” he said eying her oddly.
She felt a thrill run through her. Did this mean he now wanted her to French him, that he had forgotten about
his fear of being “bitten”? She hoped so.
When he returned to the room, he got upon the bed again and sat down gingerly on her belly, careful not to let
all his weight press down on her. His prick was limp now, but as he moved upward a little and she licked her lips,
she saw it extend itself slightly. She purposely licked her lips again and sure enough, his cock became longer,
firmer, more appealing.
“Hey,” he exclaimed. “It’s growing just because of your smacking your lips. How about that?”
“Sit up higher on me and put it between my lips,” she suggested, her heart
hammering violently at the anticipation of being able to suck on it.
He moved up gingerly. “Don’t... do any of that biting stuff, now, will you, lady?”
“No. I’ll just suck it, Joe. Oh, I want to suck your thing so much.”
He laughed shortly. “I’d like to have you suck it.”
She was absolutely fascinated by the fully erect cock now dangling before her eyes.
“Bring it closer, Joe, so I can kiss it off.”
He moved up a bit and she kissed the end of his prick. Immediately a squirting took place. It struck her directly
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“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, grinning sheepishly. “I was just going to say I was sorry when I saw how
you acted. Suck me, kiss me, keep doing it to me. Maybe I’ll blow in your face again.”
“Please... in my mouth this time.” Jeri made no move to wipe his come from her face.
She was surprised when he used a corner of the sheet to do it for her. “Thank you,” she said, “but stick it in my
mouth, baby.”
He got up on his hands and knees and moved over her, finally allowing his body to settle down lightly over her
face. Frantically she sought out his cock, found it with her hand and inserted it between her wet lips. Immediately she began to suck it furiously, as he began a slow fucking movement which did not bother her at all, but
enhanced the act for her.
“Jesus, this is great. Man, am I ever glad you picked me up on the street. I’m gonna fuck you in the cunt and the
mouth steady from now on.”
She did not choose to tell him at that moment that she alone would be the one to decide on that. Nor did she tell
him that in all likelihood, he would never again get on top of her. Twice, two occasions, was about her limit with
any one boy, unless of course, the boys became few and far between and she was obliged to go back and look
up a former boy for servicing. Jeri preferred variety and while all of the many boys she had fucked and sucked
wanted to return to her over and over again, she usually did not permit them to do so. There was a disadvantage
to bringing a boy to her home for a fucking. She knew that the next boy she picked up - and this would probably
be tomorrow night or very soon thereafter - would be driven by her into the country and there in the back seat of
her car she would give him the fucking of his young life.
When she was fully honest with herself, she realized that she much preferred fucking a young boy in her car to
bringing him home with her. It was more exciting. There was a certain anonymity in it, both for her and the boy.
There was nothing quite as exciting as having a sex scene, any kind of a sex scene, with someone young, someone
you knew nothing about, not even a name. On this Jeri never had any arguments with herself. It was true. Picking up a young boy, driving him into the country and seducing him, “molesting” him, fucking him, sucking him
off, was great, because he would never again see her unless she made certain that he would. This sort of thing
gave her a great feeling of power, and Jeri liked this feeling of being the master of a fuck. This really turned her
on!
Joe was blowing off in her mouth.
She was very busy now attempting to swallow his output.
There was no time to think about the next boy, or any other boys.
There was only time to swallow.
She thought he was never going to stop squirting the warm thick stuff into her mouth.

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He did cease twice, but immediately resumed as if a “tap” had been turned off by an unseen hand only to be immediately turned on again. It was a very pleasurable experience for Jeri and one she was to remember for several
months. Jeri found it next to impossible to remember all of the boys she had sucked off in this manner.
There were just too many of them.
Besides, it wasn’t really necessary to remember all of them... forever and forever.
There were always new young boys coming along, being out on the street at night, having deep yearnings that
even they did not understand correctly.
Sexual yearnings that she was able to pacify in her own special manner and style. It has been estimated that the
number of adult women who carry out this sort of “molest” operation is increasing rapidly in our urban areas,
even in the smaller cities.
No one seems to know what to do about it. Except, of course, the women who do it... and the boys who delight
in allowing such women to minister to their needs. This may very well be just another sign of the times and an
integral part of our rapidly changing society.

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Chapter Four
Many people who live in urban areas are not aware of the tremendous amount of sexual activity that takes place
in rural places, and more especially, on the farms of this country. Per capita, the number of sex incidents that
take place in the country have been said to be far greater than in heavily populated cities. Many urban area people seem to have the idea that ruralists are slow and lack the energy to fuck, but such is not the case. The farms of
America have the sexiest bunch of swingers imaginable.
Some of the deviations that take place on farms would be unbelievable to most city people. Consider the case of
Mrs. Chase, a thirty-four-year-old widow who owned and operated a farm, with the help of two rather elderly
hired men. Her farm was adjacent to one owned by the Brown family. Harry and Joyce Brown had two daughters
and two sons. The older son was named Dick and he was sixteen. Dick had been making almost daily visits to
Mrs. Chase since he was twelve. His parents were aware of his sexual activity with the widow. They didn’t mind.
Their younger son, Jimmy, was thirteen at the time he first started to take over some of his brother’s activities involving the widow. His brother didn’t mind, for Mrs. Chase was enough female for several young boys. Everyone
seemed to find the situation agreeable.
Mrs. Chase was an extraordinary female, with large shapely tits. She was seemingly always in need of the caresses
of boys - the younger the better. At the moment, she was standing near the rear door of her farmhouse, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand, attempting to see if either Dick or Jimmy would be crossing the field
between the two farms. Sometimes the boys came across the field, sometimes they walked down the road, but
always they came, one or the other, and very often both together.
Although it was late in the afternoon and their work should have been completed for the day, neither boy was in
view. Mrs. Chase stood there motionless, her hand continuing to shield her eyes from the burning sun. Finally,
she sighed and returned inside the house and busied herself with egg counting. When she had finished this task,
she stepped outside just in time to see Dick, the sixteen-year-old, turning off the road and coming toward her.
He stopped. “Hi, Mrs. Chase. I had some extra work to do. Pa didn’t feel too good today.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that. Anything serious?”
The boy grinned. “He was fucking ma last night and sprained his back.”
Mrs. Chase smiled. She was accustomed to this kind of frank talk. The farmers in this part of the country all talked in this free and easy manner - at least to one another. “Sorry to hear that. Glad it’s not you that has the sore
back.” She winked at the boy.
Dick, a brown-haired, brown-eyed boy of medium build, grinned again.
“Wasn’t me. Ma won’t let me fuck her. I tried it once.”
Mrs. Chase laughed at his obvious attempt at humor, knowing it was not an entirely untrue statement. Knowing
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pabilities of either of them, especially Dick. “Why don’t you come inside and let me see how you are today, Dick,”
she said, making her voice lower in pitch for the purpose of getting a rise out of him.
He grinned and stepped up on the rear porch. “You mean you want to play with my cock, don’t you?”
She laughed and held open the door. “I’ll do better than just play with it. I’ll work on it.”
“Want to suck it, Mrs. Chase?” His brown eyes were intense now.
She pursued her lips and put her arm about his waist. What a delightful boy he was.
“Would you like me to suck it, Dick?”
“Sure. You know how I like getting sucked off, especially by you.”
She nodded and together they entered the house. “Yes, I know how you like it. I ought to, by now.” She laughed at
her last statement.
He turned his body slightly now that they were inside the house, and playfully buried his face in her full tits. She
liked having him do this, for it gave her a strong feeling of being badly needed. Mrs. Chase loved the feeling of
being needed by young boys.
Young boys, such as the Brown brothers, were definitely the sexiest things in
overalls. Overalls or any other type of clothing.
“I like your big tits, Mrs. Chase,” he said, his words muffled because his face was buried in her warm flesh.
“Sometimes I dream of sucking them till they fall off. I really love to lick those cherry nipples of yours.”
“Oh, my goodness, not that, Dick! I’d feel terrible if my tits fell off.”
“It’s a pretty dumb dream, but it keeps coming back all the time.”
She kissed him. His lips were warm and wet, just the way she liked a boy’s lips to be.
While she kissed him, her hand stole between his legs and felt his hard-on. It was nice to be able to feel a young
boy’s hard cock. It was even nicer when the young boy inserted his prick into you. Unzipping his fly while they
continued kissing each other, she pulled out his cock and began to play with him gently.
He pulled his mouth away from hers. “You really got the hots today, eh, Mrs.
Chase?”
“You know me, Dick. Always got the hots. I’m ready for fucking twenty-four hours a day.”
“Do I ever make your cunt sore?”
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honestly. After you go home and my cunt feels sore, I just remember how it got that way. Then I get hot all over
again. I like that – being hot, passionate.”
“I know you do. Are you going to take your clothes off, Mrs. Chase?”
“Sure. Let’s go and get on my bed. You remove your clothing, too.”
Soon they were on the bed, naked, as she once again played with his stiff cock.
“Would you like to have it sucked or fucked?” she asked softly.
“Makes no difference. We’d better hurry, though. Jimmy’s coming over, he told me.”
Mrs. Chase smiled happily. “Why don’t we wait till he gets here and all three of us can have fun together?”
“I’d kind of like you all to myself, first,” he said seriously. “I really got hot rocks.”
“Get on top of me, Dick,” she said quietly, spreading her large, powerful-looking thighs. “I’ll take your cock before Jimmy arrives.”
He climbed on top of her, beginning fucking movements even before putting it into her cunt.
“Wait a minute,” she told him and reached between their bodies to grasp his cock. “If you don’t, you’ll go off on
the sheet.”
He stopped his frantic movement until she inserted his cock for him. Then he began pumping his prick into her
cunt as only a young boy can do. Mrs. Chase, pleased at the terrific hardness of his tool, lay back and enjoyed his
pumpings, keeping both of her hands on his bare ass, pressing down on his buttocks when she felt him spurting
inside of her. As was usually the case with her, she instantly had an orgasm, and it continued even after he had
ceased to move within her steaming cunt. She kept moving about passionately, his cock still buried within her.
She was rather disappointed with his performance.
“How come you went off so quickly?” she asked him. “That’s not like you, Dick.”
“I don’t know. I guess I was thinking too much about getting done in a hurry because Jimmy’s coming over.”
She patted his butt. “Well, it’s all right. I had a small one from that fuck.”
“I couldn’t help going off so soon,” he stated again. “Guess maybe I was just too hot this time. I’m sorry.”
“Get up,” she said. “We’ll wait till Jimmy gets here and then... well, we’ll see how we want to do things. All right
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“Yes.” He moved off her and she looked at his now limp cock, feeling deeper
disappointment in his performance of the past few minutes. It was the first time the boy had “failed” her, to the
best of her recollection. Mrs. Chase was not an unreasonable woman, but in matters concerning sex she was
determined in obtaining a satisfactory orgasm each and every time she fucked. She wanted gratification all the
time, not just some of the time. This was not pure selfishness on her part. At least, not to her way of thinking. She
was simply being a practical woman. Sex and fucking was meant to be gratifying to both partners. It definitely
was not meant to be a frustrating force.
“I’m going to get a drink of water.”
She nodded as Dick left the bedroom. When he had gone, she placed her hand over her cunt and allowed one of
her fingers to slip in a short distance. She felt a shiver pass through her and she knew she was terribly hot. Hot
and upset, though she was determined not to show her feelings. It was never conducive to good fucking to allow
the other party to know you were upset over his performance. That sort of thing can kill sex altogether for the
people involved. Keep quiet about it and hope... that next time the partner returns to his usual effectiveness. That
was the way to do it. Mrs. Chase was an expert in these matters - these fucking matters.
Dick did not immediately return to the bedroom, so she continued to wait for him, her hand over her cunt, her
finger darting in and out pleasurably.
After a few minutes she got off the bed and peered out into the kitchen. His clothing was gone. She thought he
had tossed his clothing over a kitchen chair, and now there was nothing to show that he had been there. She
turned about and saw only her own clothing in the bedroom.
“Now why would he run off like that?” she asked herself aloud. A moment later she said, “I must have made
him mad, or something, but how? I didn’t say anything to offend him, did I?” She thought about this for several
minutes, slipping on a robe as she did so, and then dismissed it from her mind. Mrs. Chase was not the sort of
person who would dwell at length upon such matters. It really wasn’t that important to her.
Half an hour later, while having a cup of strong coffee in the kitchen, she looked up from the table - to see Jimmy
at the door. Jimmy was only thirteen, and not as large a boy as Dick. His black hair and gray eyes with the lustful
look in them constantly, more than made up for his lack of physique. And his cock was by no means a small one.
The boy came into the kitchen quickly and smiled at her.
“Hello, Jimmy,” Mrs. Chase said, pretending to pick something up from the floor. This was for the purpose of
allowing her robe to come open at the front. It was more sexy to a boy when a robe appeared to come open accidentally than to do it deliberately.
Mrs. Chase was well versed on the sexual appetites of young boys.
Jimmy stood in front of her. “Where’s Dick?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you could tell me.”
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Mrs. Chase smiled. “Oh, he actually said that, did he? The rascal!”
The boy screwed up his young face. “Is it all right if I do it to you right away, Mrs. Chase?”
She beamed at him. “Why, Jimmy, I never knew you to be so outspoken about it before. Usually, you don’t say
much.”
“I want to go fishing before it gets too dark.”
“I see,” she said, smiling. “You want to fuck first and then go fishing.”
He half giggled. “Sort of, like.”
“Come here,” she said.
He came close to her and she reached out and felt between his legs. “Why, you’re not even hard, Jimmy.”
“Yes, I know,” the boy said softly. “Couldn’t you suck it up, please?” His eyes, she was well aware, were staring
hard at her exposed tits.
“Take it out, Jimmy. Maybe I can lip it into shape so we can use it.”
The lust that sprang into his eyes was immediately visible. It thrilled her to see it there. Apparently, it thrilled him
to have it there, for he moaned softly and removing his cock, let it hang limply.
“Jimmy, you usually get hard quickly. Why not today?” Mrs. Chase was quite curious about this.
“Aw, Dick and I slept together last night and we jacked each other off all night long.”
She didn’t like to hear this sort of thing. Pressing her lips together, she fixed him with a severe stare. “You boys
mustn’t do that. I’ve told you both you must save your juices for me. Either that or I won’t favor either one of you
anymore.”
Jimmy hung his head a little. “Don’t tell Dick I told you. He made me promise not to say anything, but it slipped
out.”
Mrs. Chase knew now why Dick’s performance on the bed had not been up to his usual hot standards. “I won’t
say a word.” She pursued her lips. “Come and get on the bed with me, dear.”
They were on the bed now and Jimmy had removed his clothing. His body was so much smaller than Dick’s that
she liked to look at it. It made her feel positively a cradle robber to play with such a young boy, and yet this was
her entire fascination with such an act. A grown woman playing with a young boy’s cock was frowned upon by
many people. Why this should be so, a person like Mrs. Chase could never understand. She didn’t do the young
boys any harm. In fact, she felt she did them considerable good. What worried her, however, was the fact that the
boys had jacked each off all night long. Mrs. Chase felt this was a terrible thing for young boys to do. It would
have been far better that they both should have put their cocks into her juicy cunt. A cunt was the only correct
place for a cock.
“Get on top of me, Jimmy,” she told the younger boy. “Just like you always do, dear.” she often used the term of
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The boy climbed aboard rapidly and she felt his cock. It was rock-hard now. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe
this meant he would do a satisfactory job on her, or at least a better one than his brother had done. “You put it
in,” he told her.
She had no need for being told. Already she was stroking his slender cock and finally, after a few moments of
fondling it, she made the insertion. He thrust hard at her and, with satisfaction, she felt the stiff piece shoot into
her, rubbing the side of her cunt gratifyingly.
“Fuck me, boy,” she said softly, stroking his soft hair. “Fuck your lady good now.”
“Keep talking like that,” he grunted. “Makes me real hot.”
“All right, dear. Fuck my cunt. Make me hot, too. I like your young cock. I’d rather fuck you than do anything
else.”
He pumped hard in her, his stiff prick rubbing her in all the right places
“That’s the way to fuck me, dear. Keep that hard thing stabbing in and out of my cunt. My, you have a nice one.
Give it all to me, please. I must have every inch of it.
Oh... that’s good,” she added when he went deep into her throbbing pussy.
“Now then, fuck me, boy, fuck my twat, and do it quickly.”
“Oh, boy,” he grunted. “I didn’t think I was gonna be this hot, not after all that jacking off stuff last night with
Dick.”
Mrs. Chase grated her teeth unintentionally. “Mustn’t play with your brother like that anymore, Jimmy dear. Remember, your prick belongs to me. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Save your cock for me. After all, who else lets you crawl on top the way I do?”
“Nobody does,” he answered thickly.
“I’m your girl, sort of. You remember that, Jimmy, and don’t let Dick fool you into jacking him off anymore. All
right?” She pinched his butt as she asked the question.
“All right,” he grunted, moving in her more quickly now.
“That’s good,” she told him. “Now fuck your girl very good, dear. Spray her insides with your goo when you’re
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her cunt.
She pinched his butt again. “That’s a good boy, keep pumping the cock into me, dear. I love to get your cock
pumped into me.” Saying this, she stiffened and drew up one leg as she felt the wild sensation of her orgasm.
“Oh... “ she moaned. “Faster, Jimmy... that’s, a good boy. I love what you’re doing to me!”
He pumped her furiously and she closed her eyes, the better to enjoy his efforts. She heard him cry out a few moments later but she did not open her eyes. She felt the bed sagging somewhat and it seemed that he was suddenly
heavier, but still she did not open her eyes. It was not until she reached to pinch his butt again that she discovered he had his pants on.
His pants on?
She opened her eyes to see Dick on top of his brother, cornholing him evidently even as Jimmy was fucking her.
A feeling of extreme pleasure spread through Mrs. Chase’s body, and she knew this was what she had been waiting for all along.
She dearly loved having both boys in bed with her, even if one of them was
withholding his cock from her body. At least he was there with her and Jimmy, and this was a very hot thing to
experience.
“Give it to him, Dick,” she breathed, patting the older boy on the ass. Immediately she thought of something and
began pulling down the older boy’s pants as best she could without interrupting what he was doing to Jimmy.
She noticed that Jimmy did not seem to mind what Dick was doing to him and for a moment she had a suspicion
that this might have been what they had done the previous night, rather than merely jacking off as Jimmy had
explained.
Mrs. Chase was not at all certain that she liked this - she didn’t want her boy all worn out by the time he came to
her for favors. Both boys had always been very virile for their ages, very potent and gratifying. If they got into the
habit of satisfying each other at home, they would end up by having less need for her.
However, there was no point in thinking about that now. She could take the matter up with them later. She would
impress on each of them that she was the only one they could stick their cocks into. They were not to use each
other’s assholes for that purpose.
Much to her delight, Dick pulled his cock out of his brother and with something akin to a wild roar of a young
animal, moved up on the bed and sank his prick into her mouth. She tasted his piece, noting that it was clean.
“Now then,” she cried thickly, for her mouth was well filled with cock. “The two of you - fuck me, together. Give
me the best you’ve got to offer.”
Even as she spoke, she had her second orgasm and certainly the best one she had had this day. It lasted a long
time and was thoroughly gratifying. It lasted so long, in fact, that both boys had emptied their cocks into her
body and had both stopped pumping before she knew a complete and of sensation.
“Ah... wonderful,” Mrs. Chase cried softly. “We must do this more often, boys.”

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Suffice it to add here that they did follow up and do it often. Neither boy was ever to marry and leave the farm of
their parents. Why would a young man want to marry another girl when he already had the best piece of ass in
the country without the bother of having to support the lady in question? This was what the Brown brothers had
and they knew a good thing when they found it.

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Chapter Five
Very often a woman who is in need of a male, but who has been divorced for a few years, is hesitant about committing herself to another. She has had such a miserable time of it during her first marriage that she either consciously or subconsciously keeps away from adult men. Because she wants a cock badly, she begins to look about
for a very young one, one that could not possibly want to become involved in marriage. Such a woman was Mrs.
Doris Baker. She had been divorced three years and during that time had not engaged in fucking. Quite understandably, she was growing frantic. She tried all methods to get acquainted with young boys, but none of them
appeared to be even vaguely interested in her. She supposed it was because of her age - she was thirty-two and
she knew this made her almost ancient to a young boy. It was not until Mrs. Winkleman moved in next door to
Doris along with her young son that Doris began to have ideas about the boy.
Doris watched as the family brought in their belongings. It seemed to require all day for the dark-haired woman
and her equally dark-haired boy to direct the movers with the furniture and boxes.
The very next morning, a plan began to take shape in the back of her mind. Doris left her house through the rear
door and walked over to the new neighbor’s house. She knocked on the door and Mrs. Winkleman came and
opened it.
“Hello,” Doris said cheerfully, smiling at the woman. “So you’re my new neighbor.”
She then told the woman her name and the woman smiled warmly.
She also invited Doris in for coffee.
While they were chatting agreeably, almost as if they were old friends, the boy came into the kitchen. Doris
caught her breath. She judged him to be about twelve, possibly thirteen. He wore only swimming trunks and his
skin was nicely tanned. To Doris he was immediately the most masculine-looking, more desirable-looking male
she had seen. His mother introduced them and the boy said something or other about going swimming and then
was gone from the room.
Doris waited for several long seconds before she trusted her own voice. “You have a very nice-looking son, Mrs.
Winkleman.”
“Thank you,” the other woman replied. “I don’t know what I’d do without him. You see, his father - my husband died two years ago... and well, I won’t bore you with details.”
“I understand,” Doris said quickly. “Richard... was that his name? - Richard is sort of the man in your family, I
take it.”
Mrs. Winkleman smiled. “Definitely. He’s quite a man, too, in some ways. You see, I work every day, even now
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it isn’t imposing on a new neighbor too much, I’d like to ask you to... well, keep an eye on him during the day.
That is, if you are home during the day. I... “
Doris raised her hand, her pulse already beating much faster than it should be.
“That’s quite all right, Mrs. Winkleman. What are neighbors for? I’ll be happy to keep an eye on him. As a matter
of fact, please tell him he is welcome in my house any time he feels like dropping in. I live alone and would be
happy to have him stop in as often as he likes.”
She paused and looked at the slightly older woman. “I never had any children. I like kids.” Doris thought this last
bit should convince the other woman of her desirability as a good neighbor.
Apparently it did. Mrs. Winkleman was all smiles. “That’s very kind of you. I want you to know I appreciate your
consideration, your kindness. Now, if there are any little jobs Richard can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask
him. I promise you he’ll do them and do them well.”
There definitely is a little job I want him to do for me, Doris thought. Aloud she merely said, “I’m sure Richard
and I shall get along famously. He seems like such a nice boy.”
The two women talked awhile longer and then Doris excused herself and went
home, confident that from this point on she was going to have a young male to train.
She would school him carefully and well, she promised herself, and she would do it in such a way that he would
never dare tell his mother about the things they would be doing together.
During the next month, Doris had the boy in her house many times, getting better acquainted with him, serving
him lunches, soda, candy. She watched the boy carefully, talked to him cautiously until she thought she knew
enough about him, his needs and desires. Soon, the kid was telling Doris everything and some of it in a most
confidential and intimate manner.
It was not until another month had gone by that Doris, really in need of a hot cock, decided she could stand sexual inactivity no longer. The ‘boy was sitting in her kitchen one day, eating his lunch, when she deliberately went
to her bedroom, left the door standing ajar and undressed. Her thoughts racing almost wildly, she turned the
water on in the shower, made certain there were no towels in the bathroom, and stepped naked under the falling
water. She made a great deal of noise purposely and when she thought the time was ripe, she called to Richard.
He came to the door of her bedroom. She could not see him as yet. “What did you say, Mrs. Baker?” he asked,
sounding as if he had food in his mouth.
“I’m taking a shower, but I forgot to bring a towel in the bathroom. It’s there on my dresser. Will you please get it
and bring it to me, Richard?”
“Oh... “ he said. “Oh... sure... on the dresser, did you say?”
“Yes.” For the life of her she could not have uttered more than that one word at that particular moment, she was
so excited. She waited for him to get the towel and to bring it to her, but it seemed to be requiring a long period
of time for him to accomplish this simple task. It was not until she turned herself about that she saw him stand-

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ing in the second doorway leading to her bedroom, his mouth open and hanging slack, the towel clutched in his
hands, his eyes bulging and staring at her nudity.
Doris caught her breath at the look of extreme lust on his face. She knew it was lust.
It could be nothing else. Glancing down at the front of his pants quickly, she noted with excitement that there
was a definite protrusion there. The kid had a hard-on, possibly one of his very first.
She took a deep breath. “Come here, Richard,” she said. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
The boy came slowly toward her, his dazed glaze seemingly fixed on her tits, which she knew only too well, were
extremely shapely and provocative looking. He said nothing at all but simply stood a yard or so away from her
and let his eyes travel up and down her body. She knew he was staring at her cunt region, so she deliberately
parted her legs in a sexy manner, allowing one knee to slightly bend.
The boy simply moaned.
“Is something wrong, Richard?” she asked, hoping he would not break and run.
He did not reply. He stiffly offered the towel to her but she could not reach it.
“Come closer to me, Richard. I won’t bite.” She deliberately bent over so her tits would bounce about invitingly.
He took a step closer, then stopped and stood still as if cemented to the spot. His arm dropped and the towel
struck the floor, but he didn’t seem to notice this.
“You’re... awful... pretty... Mrs. Baker,” he stammered softly.
Taking her courage in hand, she stepped out from under the shower, turned the water of! quickly and put her
arm over his shoulder, her shapely tits now very close to his pinkish face. “Thank you, Richard. Would you do me
a favor and dry my back and tummy? I’m not a very good dryer.”
“What did you say?” he mumbled, frozen to the floor.
“Why, Richard,” she said, glancing down at him. “You’re shaking. Is something wrong, my dear?”
“No - nothing’s - wrong.”
She put her arm about him again. “You mustn’t be afraid of me, Richard. I’m your very good friend.”
“I know,” he mumbled.
She took the towel from his grasp and then handed it back to him. “Here, dear. Dry my back and tummy for me.
Won’t you, please?” She turned and bent over so that her buttocks were pointed straight at the protrusion at the
front of his trousers.
He moaned strangely and took the towel and rubbed her back momentarily, but stopped and moaned again. “Oh,
Mrs. Baker,” he whispered. “Oh... my... gosh... “
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towel around in front of her body and gingerly touched her tits with it. “Hold my tit with one hand, Richard, and
dry it with the other,” she told him, her heart hammering wildly.
He very gingerly touched her left tit with his fingers as if he were going to hold it... but he withdrew his fingers
quickly and moaned again.
She knew she had better push him over “the edge” quickly, or he might break and run. Seizing his hand she
pressed it down hard on her tits while at the same time she pressed her butt up against the rigid cock in his pants.
He cried out and seized her hips with his hands and began a quick, furtive fucking movement against her butt.
Doris thought she was going to faint from the sheer excitement of it. However, he stopped his movement, and
moved away from her quickly.
“Don’t you tell my mother I did that,” he cried roughly. “She’d half kill me if she knew I even thought about
such... stuff.”
Doris smiled seductively at the pink-faced boy. “Don’t worry, Richard. Even if you do to me what I know you
want to do, I’ll never tell. Your mother will never know that you want to... fuck me so very much.”
His face became agonized as he moaned again, very loudly. “I think I’m going
crazy,” he cried.
“No, you aren’t, Richard,” she said quickly. “You’re acting just the way you’re
supposed to.”
“I’m going crazy, I just know it,” he said. “I never felt so crazy before in my whole life.”
She took a step toward him and when he did not move away, she stepped still closer to him. “Give me your hand,
Richard,” she told him firmly. “Come now. Give it to me, right now.”
He held out his hand fearfully and she saw how it was trembling. “I’m losing my mind,” he mumbled. “I must be.”
She took his hand in hers and moved even closer and placed his hand over her tits.
Then she put her arms about him quickly and kissed his mouth, plunging her tongue into his in a wild abandoned manner. If this didn’t do it, she had a few more tricks.
The boy resisted her, tried to turn his face away, but she grasped his chin and held it as she tongued his lips. He
was groaning like someone going berserk now and she knew it wouldn’t be long. Reaching down between their
bodies she grasped his erection through the cloth of his trousers and caressed it, rubbing it gently. He groaned
and shot his loins forward like a maddened male dog. She pushed her belly against his and began to make strong
circular motions with it.
She received an agreeable surprise then for she discovered he had managed to knock her hand away and had
unzipped his fly. He had his hard cock in his hand now and was holding it as he attempted a fucking movement
at her dripping crotch.
Doris sucked in air and dropped to the floor of the bathroom, pulling the boy down on top of her. He was still
moaning and groaning and the more he did it, the more agitated she became. Now it was her turn to brush his
hand away from his cock.
Seizing his hard prick, she jacked it once or twice and aimed it at her juicy cunt hole.
The boy almost screamed as he began a disorganized, wild and hectic attempt at fucking.
He missed her cunt entirely.
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even her hair. Frantically, she sought to get it into her, but could not. With an agonizing groan she threw herself
about until she could fasten her lips about the wildly spouting cock. The boy continued to groan and moan as his
come entered her mouth and passed down her throat, coating her insides. When she felt the stream letting up in
intensity, she quickly began a furious sucking movement with her lips.
Instantly the boy began to blow hard again.
Doris sucked harder than ever.
The boy continued to groan and moan. It was as if this was the only way he could express himself.
There was another way he was expressing himself, however, and far better,
according to Doris. The squirting of his cock juice. She thought he would never cease spouting milk down her
throat. God, she wanted him to keep going forever!
She needed it so much! She wanted him to blow all he had and more into her. It was wonderful having this young
boy’s cock in her mouth. This was a terrific first step.
Next time she would teach him to fuck her, as well. And next time might very well be a few minutes from now.
Young boys were notorious for their ability to go off over and over again.
Finally, he stopped flowing in her mouth, but she kept on sucking his hard cock in the hopes that he would start
it all over again. He pushed her head away from him and sat up on the floor. She moved away from him slightly,
to get his reaction at just having had his cock sucked.
He said nothing, did not even look at her.
When her hard breathing permitted, she spoke to him. “Did you like it, Richard?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell your mother on you. Believe me, I won’t.”
“She’ll kill me if she finds out.”
“She won’t find out. You have my word.” Doris thought to herself that she agreed with him, but she went on cleverly. “If your mother ever found out what you just did to me... she might have to send you away... to a place for
boys, you know... but don’t worry, you are my friend now. I’ll never tell on you... as long as you are my friend.
Are you my friend, Richard? Are you my friend forever and ever?” This ought to get him nicely trapped, she felt.
“Yes,” he said quickly. “I’ll do it to you... whenever you make me... do it to you... if you don’t tell on me.”
Doris decided not to challenge the statement. It wasn’t the right time to be attempting that sort of thing. Besides,
it wasn’t necessary now. She had him hooked. She could, if necessary, practically force him to have sexual relations with her from now on because of his fear of his mother.
“We’ll have a fine time, you and I, Richard,” she told him quietly, running her hands up and down his leg under
his pantleg. “Er - why don’t you take off your clothes and... take a shower... you need one now, you know.”
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“No,” she said sharply. “Do it here. Right here and now.”
He surprised her by grinning impishly at her. “You just want to see a boy all naked and everything, don’t you?”
She sucked in air. “Yes, I do, Richard. But after what we have just done to each other it doesn’t really matter anymore if I see you naked, or if you see me naked again. After all,” she breathed deeply and sought to expand her
titty measurements as she did so, “... after all, you are looking at my nakedness, aren’t you?”
Again he surprised her by unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. Off came his shorts, his socks and shoes.
Finally his shirt. Finally he was naked. She sucked in air again as she saw all of his young flesh, scarcely able to
believe a body could be so young and exciting as his was at that very moment.
“How do I look, Mrs. Baker?” he asked shyly.
“You have a nice body, Richard. Aren’t you glad now that you decided to take off your clothing?”
His cock was half hard, but as he stood there looking at her nudity as she still sat on the floor, his prick became
harder and longer. “Hey,” he said, pinking up a bit. “Look at that thing.” He laughed strangely.
She bit her lips but stared at his hard-on longingly. Should she try to obtain a fuck from him right now or should
she wait a little while? It was a difficult decision.
“Richard,” she murmured softly, “come here and rub your cock across my titties. Please?”
He came close to her and standing over her, crouched the necessary degree and vigorously rubbed his cock back
and forth across her tits. Doris had an orgasm. Just like that! She had sucked him off without any sign of one, but
his touching her tits with his cock caused her to spasm violently and beautifully.
“Oh... you wonderful boy, you,” she murmured.
“Boy, you sure make me feel crazy,” he mumbled.
“But you like to feel crazy in this way, don’t you, Richard?”
“Wow! I sure do, Mrs. Baker. Want me to stick it in your mouth again?”
She looked up into his eyes. “I’d prefer you getting on top of me and fucking me, the way a grown-up man would
do.”
He flushed. “I don’t know how,” he confessed.
“I’ll teach you.” Doris was trembling with excitement.
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“I’ll teach you how to fuck a woman,” she said bluntly, knowing this type of talk
should set him up in fine style.
“Wow,” he cried. “I sure like to hear you say stuff like that.”
“Stuff like what, Richard?” she asked, wanting to induce him to speak more bluntly to her.
“Stuff like what you just said.”
“All right. Tell me what I just said.”
He flushed again. “I - I can’t... talk that way to a lady.”
“You mean you can say the words to another boy but not to me?”
“I - I guess so.”
“You mean words like ‘fuck’?”
Again he flushed. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
She knew she had him on the verge. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck a girl, Richard?”
He hung his head, averting her eyes.
“Tell me. Have you, Richard?” she persisted.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, the word coming very softly.
“Now that you are... looking at... my naked body... wouldn’t you like to fuck me, Richard?”
He turned away.
“Richard,” she said. “Turn around and face me.”
He turned around, reluctantly, it appeared.
“Wouldn’t you like to fuck me, Richard?”
He nodded.
She drew in her breath, happy with his answering nod. “Then, why don’t you get on top of me, Richard?”
“I - I guess I’m scared.’
She bit her lips and reached out at the same time to clasp his leg. He hopped closer to her using the other leg, and
then she rubbed her face against his thighs. “Why don’t you sit down on the floor with me, Richard. I don’t like
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He had his cock in one hand and was jacking it slowly. “This feels kind of good,” he mumbled, as if to himself.
“Let me do that, dear. A boy should never play with himself.” She knew this was pretty much nonsense, but felt it
was a good thing to say to him. “If a boy plays with himself too much, he is never able to... make love to a woman.” She wasn’t certain of the truth of this statement, but it seemed to sound good.
“I don’t play with myself,” he grumbled, frowning at her strangely. “That’s something I never have done and you
shouldn’t accuse me of it.”
Doris drew back and took a deep breath. “Why, Richard, you shouldn’t talk that way.
I didn’t accuse you of anything, not really.”
He seemed not to hear her. “Boy, I sure liked the way it felt when you put your lips around it and sucked. That
coming stuff is really fun.”
She repeated her earlier request. “Why don’t you get on top of me, Richard? Would you like to fuck me?”
He nodded.
She sighed almost impatiently. “Then get on top of me, boy.”
“Why don’t we get in the bedroom, or something?” he asked.
“You mean the bed? All right.” Doris got to her feet hurriedly and taking him by the hand led the naked boy to
her bed. She jacked his cock a few times, taking special note of the extreme rigidity of it now. Then she lay down
on the bed without relinquishing her hold on his cock. He crawled on top of her but didn’t get on her immediately. Holding himself up by leaning on his hands, he looked down at her tits, then inquiringly into her eyes. She
understood what he meant by this. “You may suck my tits, Richard,” she told him.
He moaned and buried his face between the twin globes, his tongue licking her flesh, his teeth lightly biting her.
Doris had a small orgasm from this and when it happened, she held his head with her hands, a look of wild passion on her strained, pretty face.
“My goodness, Richard, but you do make me hot, dear.”
He fastened his lips over a nipple and sucked on it like a baby might. Even this made her spasm and Doris became more and more agitated, almost to the point where she was ready to force him to get on top of her and take
her. She would have tried it if she had had the faintest notion it would work, for she wanted his stiff cock thrust
into her cunt so badly, she was nearly beside herself.
He went from one tit to the other, really working his mouth and tongue over her hot flesh. For all the world, he
was like a starved infant seeking nourishment. Doris could understand this easily enough. She had similar feelings about needing the juice from his cock.
“Get on top of me now, dear,” she heard herself say again.
He released her tit from his mouth and drew back momentarily. For a few seconds she thought he was going to
leave but he agreeably surprised her by throwing himself on top of her and pumping his cock wildly at her body,
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sorts of places and she almost became frantic before managing to grasp the thing and pulling him down firmly
on top of her starved body, made the insertion.
Immediately his cock sank into her as far as it would go, but then much to her
dismay, when he pulled back to stroke, he yanked it all the way out of her. Again she replaced his tool in the
proper position. Once again his prick shot into her wildly but came out the moment he pulled back, even though
she had wrapped her arms about his back and was holding him in place with all her strength.
“Damn,” Doris said softly.
“Stick it in, stick it in,” the boy cried in a near frenzy. “Please... stick it in your cunt!”
Doris grasped his cock firmly and steered it into her slit as the boy pumped furiously.
She had mixed feelings about his actions. On the one hand it was maddening to have him put it in and then
immediately yank it out accidentally, but on the other hand, it was terribly exciting to realize he was doing this
because of his almost animal approach to the situation. Doris found his high degree of excitement and agitation
to be extremely contagious and little by little she was becoming more frenzied herself. This animal type of plunging at her with a hard cock, only to have it slip out, was almost the very essence of fucking with a young boy. It
was difficult to lose one’s temper or self-control when contact was broken because of uncontrollable passion. It
was because a young boy was so hellishly hot that he did these very things. Doris loved this aspect of it, of course,
but she also had mixed feelings.
“Try not to yank it out of my cunt this time, Richard,” she said as soothingly as she could when she inserted his
cock once again.
“All right. Damn thing,” he muttered darkly. “What’s the matter with it? Why won’t it stay in you?”
“You are pulling back too far.” She patted his butt and then pressed down fiercely on it with both her hands. “I’ll
try to hold your cock in me this time, but you must try very hard not to become too excited, dear.”
“I want to fuck you,” he sobbed. “It’s driving me nuts.”
“Just fuck me easy, boy,” she told him. “Don’t try so hard.”
He thrust his cock deeply into her and then he stopped.
“That’s good... so far,” she told him. “Now pull it out just partway.”
He moved it about an inch.
“No, that’s not enough. You must move it back a little more, dear. You have to have room enough to stroke me.”
Instead of pulling it back, he thrust it back in. The “stroke” was so short it was almost no stroke at all, but Doris
was so unbelievably hot she received a startling sensation from it.
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“Huh?” he said stupidly.
“Never mind. Get on with your movements, dear. Remember, push it all the way into me, but don’t pull it all the
way out.” Good grief, why did he have to be so incredibly innocent? Still, that was one of the things she liked.
Again, her feelings were mixed.
Let him do it any way he can, she told herself. It’ll be better that way in the long run.
He had pulled his cock out of her again, so once more she seized it and steered it into her cunt while he thrust
hard and entered her deeply, wonderfully. Doris nearly had an orgasm, probably from the sheer exasperation of it
all, for exasperation of a certain kind, if not too much, can sometimes serve to enhance the sexual act. She knew
this to be true. It had happened to her more than once.
“I like this,” he grunted as he moved in her a little but not nearly enough.
“Hope it doesn’t come out again.”
Doris lifted her legs, as she should have done in the first place, and brought them together behind his, locking
her ankles and feet securely while at the same time holding his buttocks down with her hands. “There,” she muttered, “that ought to keep his cock in me.”
“Huh?” he asked, thinking she was speaking to him.
“Get on with it, dear,” she said swiftly. “Fuck me - fuck me good now. Make me come good and you come good,
too, dear. I want lots of come from that hot pecker of yours. Lots and lots of come.”
He began to move in her properly, more than likely from sheer chance than any studied thinking on his part.
The kid seemed to be coming apart at the seams - but to Doris this was also maddeningly wonderful. He was
alternately grunting and moaning and jerking his body and then lay still for a moment. What he was doing made
little sense most of the time, but this, too, she told herself, was fascinating and exciting. If he was experienced, he
would be just another male on top of her. It was his lack of experience that drove her to distraction, though she
was quick to admit the distraction had a singular beauty of its own.
“I got my hot pecker up a girl’s cunt,” the boy grunted, as he labored over her.
“That’s right, dear. You’ve got your hard, red-hot pecker up a girl’s cunt. Now... what do you feel like doing? Do
you feel like squirting off your stuff in my cunt, dear?
Come now, tell me. Do you?”
“Sure do,” he grunted and moved in her better than he had at any time up to this point.
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off into the blissful world of heavenly orgasm. “Oh... God,” she repeated. “Now I think I’m the one who’s going
crazy.”
He rammed his cock into her and pulled it out only halfway this time and immediately she increased the pressure on his legs with her Own, holding him in a viselike grip that threatened to break a bone or two. She had to
have her big orgasm and soon or she knew she would start yelling her head off, the way she had done once before
when gratification was maddeningly slow in coming.
“Fuck you, fuck you... I’m gonna fuck you,” the boy muttered thickly, and now she began to almost believe he
might, for his stroking was far more satisfactory than it had been before.
“Yes, Richard,” she murmured encouragingly. “You are going to fuck me, dear. In fact, you are fucking me, dear.
You have your pecker up my hot cunt and I love the feel of it. Why don’t you fuck me just a little bit harder, dear?
I like it better when I’m fucked hard.”
“Talk dirty stuff to me,” he begged. “I like to hear you say stuff like that.”
Doris knew that some adult men liked this sort of thing, but she found it odd that such a young boy would be
asking for incentive. However, she was glad to oblige him. She was so much in need that she would have done
anything humanly possible to get him to fuck her well.
“Fuck my dirty old cunt, dear,” she said, scarcely knowing what to say to him.
“Just fuck it like you want to. Blow off your nuts up my dirty old cunt, dear. I want you to blow off your nuts in
my dirty old cunt.”
“You ain’t got no dirty old cunt. You got a nice clean cunt.”
Doris felt her scalp tightening. Good grief, had she offended this silly kid? She hoped not. “No, of course I haven’t, dear, but I thought you wanted me to speak... that way to you.”
He paid no attention to her remark, but began to groan and moan like a person in extreme pain. She lessened her
leg pressure, thinking she might be hurting him and thus spoiling her own pleasure, but she immediately discovered this to be a terrible mistake.
His cock was out of her cunt again and he was pumping it furiously at her belly, her legs, her hips, anywhere it
happened to touch her.
“Jesus,” Doris said. “What have I done to deserve this treatment?”
The boy got his body turned about somehow and now his hard cock was striking her tits, slapping at them,
poking at them, pounding away at them. Doris sighed and lay very still, no longer interested in trying to hold his
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cock inside of her. She thought about sucking the thing, but he was thrashing about so wildly now that she gave
up on this idea, immediately.
“Oh... oh... oh... “ the boy cried, spittle running down his chin.
“Go off on my titties, Richard,” Doris cried desperately. “At least give me that thrill.”
He did so almost immediately. He not only went off on her titties, but in her face. His hot come struck her eyes,
her hair, her cheeks. It ran down to her neck, dripping down over her titties to mingle with the other come he
had already deposited there.
She was amazed at the amount of squirting the boy had. He seemed possessed of an enormous amount of cock
juice and all of it was streaming out of his prick, flying off in every direction, up in the air, off the side of the bed,
on her belly, once again on her face, and when it struck her there for the second time, Doris could be still no longer. With a loud cry, just as she had done in the bathroom, she threw herself on him, and parting her lips frantically, took in his raging cock and swallowed his torrent of spunk as quickly as he could release the exciting fluid.
Doris Baker continued to suck Richard’s cock from time to time as the months
passed by, but at no time could she get him to fuck her in the regular manner. That is, she could not teach him
to stroke properly. He persisted in drawing out too far most of the time with the ensuing chaotic result. There
were times when she thought she was going to really lose her mind over the actions of this youngster, but then
he would perform in such a wild and passionate manner toward her, she would settle down and accept what she
could obtain from him. A half a loaf is better than none at all - this became her philosophy - and while it was
admittedly a depressing sort of thing, she managed to live with it.
After all, what she wanted was a young boy to indulge in sex with her, and if she couldn’t train him to perform in
the usual manner, she could at least learn to be more and more proficient in the taking of him in the oral way.
Doris Baker became an expert fell trice of young boys and was always searching for youthful cock to pacify her
strong desires.

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Chapter Six
Sammy Darin was a lonely, red-headed kid who had lived with his maiden aunt since the death of his parents in
a car accident when he was nine years old. He was now thirteen, and it seemed that the older he got, the more
lonely he became. His aunt, whose name was Martha McTilden, was not quite the right type of person to raise a
young boy, for she was narrow minded, severe, sometimes cruel, and almost always stingy. Besides these rather
monstrous qualities, she was undoubtedly a person incapable of giving or receiving love. All of this added up to
a dreary existence for young Sammy, who was by nature not quite the loner that circumstances made him be.
People paid little attention to Sammy because scarcely anyone liked his aunt, and this dislike of her took its toll
on Sammy’s social life. It was not until a pretty lady called to him from her front porch one day that Sammy had
any real meaning to his life at all.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the black-haired lady who had spoken to him. “Pardon me, did you
call me?” he asked.
“Yes, young man. Would you come here a moment, please?”
Sammy walked hesitantly to the porch and stopped. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking up at her and thinking he had
never before seen such a pretty lady.
“Would you like to make some money, young man?” Her eyes bore into his
strangely.
Sammy smiled. “Yes, ma’am. What do you want me to do?”
“I’d like you to carry a box upstairs. I live alone and there’s no one about to help me.
The box is just a bit too heavy for a woman to carry alone.”
“Okay,” Sammy said quickly. “But you don’t have to pay me much for doing that sort of thing. A quarter will be
enough.”
The woman seemed genuinely surprised. “Well, my goodness,” she said, smiling down at him beautifully. “You
seem to be a most unusual young man.”
“I’m not a young man,” Sammy replied honestly. “I’m just a thirteen-year-old kid.”
This appeared to delight the woman even more. “My goodness, you are unusual. Will you please come inside the
house?”
“Sure,” Sammy replied, and stepped onto the porch and walked past her into the house. The moment he passed
close to her, he caught the scent of her perfume and it made his senses reel. There was something wildly exciting
about smelling her perfume that he did not understand.
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spine. “The box is over there,” she told him softly, pointing to a rather small box near the foot of the steps. “Just
take it up the stairs. I’ll follow you and show you where I want it placed.”
Sammy picked up the box - it was really quite light and he thought she could easily have carried it herself. He
went up the stairs with it, the woman following closely on his heels. There was a hallway at the top of the stairs
and she told him to turn in the first doorway.
“Just put the box down anywhere,” she said carelessly, oddly.
Sammy did so, his back turned to her. He was about to straighten up when he felt the strangest thing happening
to him. Something was lightly touching his ass, fingers were caressing his balls through the cloth of his trousers
and when he did straighten up, the woman put her arms about him, turning him about and kissing his mouth
wetly. Sammy wasn’t sure how he should feel - he just knew how he did feel - he felt wonderful. Wonderful, and
very hard between the legs.
When the woman kissed his mouth again and slipped her hand between their bodies and felt of him, Sammy
became aware of a sudden wetness in his pants.
“Oh, my boy,” the woman moaned hoarsely. “Now you know what I want to pay you for.”
“What did you say, ma’am?” he asked, stalling for time to think. He was quite
confused by her actions and the state of his underpants.
“Have you ever had a girl in bed, kid?” she asked bluntly, rubbing his arms with one hand, feeling at his crotch
with the other.
“Huh” he asked, not knowing what else to say, his face growing warm.
“I asked you if you ever had a girl down on her back, kid.”
He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I’m not old enough for... girls.”
She grasped his chin with her free hand, even as she fondled his cock through his pants, and holding it firmly,
she kissed his mouth wetly again.
“How do you like that, kid? Does it make you hot to have a woman kiss you that way?”
“Makes me feel funny,” he admitted, his pulse racing wildly.
“You want to take out your dingus and let me see it, kid?”
Sammy stared at the woman. She had seemed like such a “nice,” pretty woman when he had first glimpsed her on
the porch. She was still pretty, but she was acting kind of crazy, or something. He almost wished she would... let
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“You want to take it out, kid?” she asked again, “and let Mrs. Gray see it?”
“Take what out?” Sammy knew what she meant, but he was still stalling for time so he could think more clearly.
What a strange woman she was.
“Your dingus, kid. Your fuck-stick. Let me see it.”
Sammy felt his face reddening more. “My - what?” he asked, wanting to hear her speak the words again.
“I asked you if you wanted to take your fuckstick out of your pants, kid.” She was
holding him fiercely, one hand pinching the flesh of his arm, the other still hanging onto his rigidity, and firmly
massaging it.
“Why do you want me to... take it out, ma’am?”
“Why not? Don’t you want to show off what you got, kid?”
How could a woman change so much, so quickly? he thought to himself. She hadn’t seemed this way on the
porch. “I guess not, I better go... home now, ma’am,” he stammered. “You don’t owe me anything... for carrying
the box upstairs. Just forget it.”
“Oh, yes I do, kid. I owe you a hot piece of ass for it. So you take your thing out and we’ll get on the bed and have
a fuck session.”
She’s crazy, Sammy thought. This woman is nutty - crazy. “I never heard anyone talk... like you do, ma’am,” he
mumbled.
“You think I’m crazy, don’t you, kid, just because I want you to take your dingus out and let me see it, let me play
with it? Well, I’m not crazy. Not at all. I’m just a very hot woman who needs to have a young prick stuck up her
cunt.”
Sammy swallowed hard. He seemed unable to say anything back to her after that blunt language. After all, how
do you talk to a woman who practically drags you in off the street, grabs your cock and asks you to take it out
so she can play with it? “I guess I better go home now,” he mumbled again, trying to pull away from her, but not
trying as hard as he could have. The truth was, he wanted to show her his “dingus” but was too embarrassed to
do so. It would take more pleading from her to induce him to take such a radical step. He had never shown his
cock to a girl, let alone an old woman. “Shit!” he muttered.
“Holy shit!”
“What’s the matter, kid? You going off in your pants?”
“Something’s happening,” he cried. Something was happening. His pants were suddenly even more moist than
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“Let me unzip you, kid. Okay?”
“Okay,” he heard himself answer. “Holy shit!” he cried again.
“I know how to take care of a leaking cock, believe me, kid.”
“Oh, hell,” he exclaimed, hardly knowing what he was saying.
She unzipped his fly and snaked her hand into his pants. When he felt her warm, soft fingers go about his hard

prick, he squirted again and made a face. But it was a pleased expression that crossed his face, for Sammy had
never experienced such a wonderful feeling. He suddenly felt like spraying his fluid all over everything. God,
what was he thinking of? He couldn’t spray his stuff all over. The woman would think he was crazy.
He was wrong. Apparently, she didn’t think anything of the kind, for she had dropped to her knees and was kissing his wet cock passionately. This made Sammy squirt again and he quickly apologized to her for having gone
off on her lips. She only shook her head, licked her lips, and applied a powerful, wonderful suction to his cock. In
less than ten seconds his prick had exploded in her mouth, had drained itself of all fluid and then frantically he
had yanked it from her wet lips, stuffed it back in his pants and then hysterically ran down the stairs and out into
the street.
His heart stammered wildly for more than an hour afterward. He thought he was going to die, he was so excited
and agitated.
It was one week later that Sammy gathered up enough courage to walk past Mrs. Gray’s house again. He glanced
up hopefully at the front porch as he went by, but saw no sign of the woman who had made him feel so wonderful. Deeply disappointed, he walked down the street, around the block, killing as much time as he could before
coming around to the front of her house once more. His heart leaped wildly when he saw her standing on the
porch. He was momentarily frightened, but courage returned to him quickly as he turned down the walk and
came to a stop near the bottom step leading up to the porch.
“Hello, Mrs. Gray,” he said shyly, looking at her shapely figure. “Have you got any jobs you want done today?
Anything I can do for you?”
She winked at him but it was barely perceptible. “Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a little job for you. Please
come in.” She opened the door in back ol her and held it while he swiftly passed by her into the living room. She
closed the door and came to him, putting one arm about his shoulders, and the other hand going directly to his
crotch. She felt his rapidly rising cock and breathed deeply. “Well, what have we here, Sammy? That’s right isn’t it?
I mean your name?”
He couldn’t remember if he had told her his name or not. “Yes, Mrs. Gray. That’s my name. Sammy. Boy, that
feels good. Rub me hard.”
She didn’t rub him hard but unzipped his fly and took his prick in her hand, jacking it gently. Finally, she pulled
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of those big, hard things, haven’t you, Sammy?”
“Yes, Mrs. Gray,” he flushed. “It’s been like this almost all the time since I first saw you.” God, his heart was
thumping wildly!
She bent over and whispered in his ear as if there might be others present.
“Want to get in bed, naked, with me, Sammy?”
His face reddened. “I want to do it to you,” he said, his voice trembling with
excitement. “I want to really do it.”
“Drop your pants, kid,” she commanded, sounding as rough as she had the other time. “Come on, now... drop
those pants. I want to see your balls, your cock, and everything.”
Sammy pushed his pants down as soon as she let go of his cock. He stepped out of them and gingerly placed
them on a chair. He suddenly felt terribly shy.
“Oh, but you must take off your underpants, too, kid,” she said, when he made no move to do so.
He felt his face getting warm again and knew he was flushing. “Boy,” he said,
“you sure are nice to me.” He wasn’t quite certain if this was the right sort of thing to say to her or not, but he said
it anyway.
“Take off your underpants,” she repeated. “I want to see your prick and balls.”
His face growing warmer by the second, Sammy pushed down his shorts and
stepped out of them. He was glad his shirt hung down enough to at least partially hide his cock.
“Lift up your shirt, kid,” she barked. “I can’t see anything with that shirt hanging down over your cock that way.”
She’s really crazy, he thought. She must be. Women just don’t talk this way. But he lifted his shirt and she came
closer to him and looked at his quivering erection, touching it and pushing it as she lustfully examined his balls,
all the while moistening her lips as if they were very dry.
“You sure got a sucky one, kid. It’s really sucky.” The words seemed peculiar to Sammy.
Sammy merely moaned. Her use of the word “sucky” nearly drove him wild with desire.
“Like to hear me talk this way, don’t you, kid? Makes you hot. Right?” She peered into his eyes wildly.
He nodded, unable to answer her. The words seemed stuck in his throat.
She moved slightly away from him and quickly dropped her dress down over her shoulders. Sammy stared at her,
hoping she would take off her clothing. She did not undress. She simply lowered her dress slightly over her titties.
Sammy noted that she wore nothing under the dress. He drew in his breath at the sight of the crease between her
large, round tits. The cleavage was considerable, and he found it next to impossible to think of anything other
than how wonderful it was to be able to see this woman’s naked body.
His cock became even harder, if that were possible, and a few drops of fluid
appeared in the tiny opening at the end of it. Boy, he was hot. Why didn’t she do something to him before he lost
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“Are you gonna fuck me this time?” she demanded suddenly, sounding very blunt about it.
“I want to do it,” he exclaimed, hardly knowing what to say in answer to her question.
“So you want to fuck me, kid? Is that it? You’re ready this time to do it, right?”
Sammy could only nod and wet his horribly dry lips.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, sounding as if she were talking to her pet dog.
“That’s a good boy.”
“Can I see your... tits?” he blurted, his face reddening even more.
She glanced down at her breasts, then looked back at him. “You mean you Want to see all of them, instead of just
two-thirds of them?”
“I want to see your tits,” he said, his voice shaking.
She partly closed one eye. “Getting a bit braver now, aren’t you, kid?” She reached up and tugged her dress down
over one tit, leaving the other partially covered.
Sammy sucked in his breath as he looked at the revealed tit flesh. “God,” he cried.
“It’s pretty. Can I touch it?”
“You can touch it and you can suck it, kid.”
“I... can... touch it and I... can... suck it?” he repeated incredulously.
“Sure. Go ahead. I enjoy having young boys sucking my tits.”
A bead of liquid appeared on the end of his cock, but he didn’t blow off as he feared he might. When she moved
even closer to him, he impulsively reached out his hand and cupped the naked tit. It felt good, warm and soft.
Another drop of liquid appeared in the opening at the end of his hard-on.
“Suck it, kid,” she told him, putting her hand behind his head and pulling his lips down to the nipple. Suck my tit,
kid, suck it hard. Take as much in your mouth as you can, but don’t bite it.”
Sammy’s heart was thundering now, and as he bent over to kiss her soft tit, he moaned, and put his arms about
her, hanging onto her shoulders fiercely. Her body was warm and soft and inviting. It was a new sensation for
Sammy, and he wanted more of this feeling.
“Suck my tit, kid,” Mrs. Gray told him fiercely. “Don’t just kiss it.” Her hand crept down and she took his cock in
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He began a fucking movement against her belly.
She laughed. “Now you’re catching on, kid. Getting ready to do some fucking, aren’t you? I can tell. When a kid
starts moving his hips in a fucking motion, he’s getting ready to blow, you can bet on it.”
“Please show me your cunt,” he begged, pulling his lips away from her tit.
“Take off your clothes,” he added, thinking she might not understand him.
“So! You think you want to climb on top of me now, do you?”
“I want to do it to you so bad,” he cried, almost whining the words, so great was his urge.
“Good.” She pushed him away and stepping back, dropped her dress to the floor. Sammy thought his heart was
going to stop beating the moment he saw her completely naked except for her pantyhose. When she slipped the
hose down and stepped out daintily, he was absolutely certain his heart was going to stop.
It didn’t. She was completely naked now, as was he. Grasping his hand, she pulled him toward the sofa. She fell
flat on her back at once. Sammy was on top of her quickly, his hard, wet cock stabbing at her recklessly. She inserted it for him and he pushed.
When his aching prick entered her warm, lush cunt and he felt the heat of her inner body enveloping his most
sensitive area, he could not control what happened.
He blew his nuts into her cunt immediately, and kept on blowing off in her for a very long time while she simply
lay there and sighed and occasionally patted his bare ass.
Her tender touches made him blow all the more.
“You’re a very bad boy, Sammy,” she said, but not nearly as severely as her words might indicate. “You fucked off
in me before I was ready for you. Now, you must climb off and come back tomorrow, and tomorrow you must do
a better job.
Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sammy pulled his cock out when the flowing was definitely over and done with, dressed himself
hurriedly, almost without realizing what he was doing, and left the house after promising he would be back the
following day.
Sammy did not return the next day for a very good reason. He became ill during the night and the next morning
his aunt called in a doctor to examine him.
Sammy had developed whooping cough, and it was three weeks before he was able to leave the house again.
The very first place he headed for was Mrs. Gray’s home. When he arrived there, she was standing on the porch,
seemingly looking at the traffic that was passing the house. Sammy ran to the steps and halted. “I’ve been real
sick,” he said, the words tumbling out. “I had whooping cough.”
Mrs. Gray sniffed and frowned severely. “Go home, kid. I’m mad at you.”
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and everything. He wouldn’t let me... come here to see you.”
She fixed him with a fierce gaze. “You mean to tell me you asked some doctor if you could come here?”
He shook his head quickly. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t ever tell anyone... about you, Mrs. Gray.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “How do I know you aren’t just lying to me?”
“I’m not lying, honest I’m not. I had whooping cough, but I’m all right now.”
“Hmm... come inside,” she said abruptly, delighting him, for this of course was what he wanted to do. She
brushed her dark hair out of her eyes and looked at him oddly as he raced up the remainder of the steps and entered the house as she held the door open. Inside, she closed the door, as she had before, and turned around. “Are
you gonna fuck me good today, kid, or is it gonna be one of those squirt-and-run deals?”
Sammy felt his cock become instantly hard. “Oh, I like to hear you talk, Mrs. Gray.
When I was sick I could hardly think of anything but how you talk and how you look.”
This was true. He had thought about her constantly.
“Take your prick out,” she demanded, ignoring what he had just said.
Hastily, he unzipped his trousers and pulled forth his cock, pointing it at her while he held back the desire to
giggle. When she looked down at it, he was pleased to see her wet her lips nervously. He was even more pleased
when she sank to her knees and started to suck it.
“Oh, Mrs. Gray, that feels so... good,” he cried hotly.
She stopped it immediately and scrambled to her feet. Sammy watched her with fascination and excitement while
she hurriedly removed her clothing, standing finally stark naked in front of him. Boy, what big tits she had! What
a lot of hair there was around her cunt. Sammy wondered what it would be like to kneel down and kiss her cunt.
He nearly jumped when he heard her words. She must have been reading his mind.
“Sure you can, kid. Just kneel down and kiss my cunt.”
Sammy dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her large, shapely thighs. Her skin was smooth and soft,
and he wanted very much to do everything he could think of to her. She helped this wish along by pressing her
hands against the rear of his head until his face was buried between those wonderfully warm thighs. She had
spread her legs slightly and Sammy could feel beads of moisture trickling from her pussy, touching his lower lip.
Impulsively, recklessly, he stuck his tongue into her cunt, but withdrew it quickly.
“Leave it in there, kid,” she barked, jerking her head angrily. “What’d you pull it out for?”
“I don’t know,” he almost sobbed. The truth was, he was so excited at being so near her cunt, that his brain
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“Stick your goddamned tongue in me, kid, or I’ll hit you,” she barked angrily.
He grabbed her by her hips and licked her cunt eagerly, passionately. Vaguely, he heard the woman breathing
hard and moaning every now and then, but he paid little attention to it - he was far too excited by what he was
doing to her cunt. Her hairy place has such a sweet, wild taste to it that it was like nothing else he had ever
known before.
“Honey-dip me, kid,” she cried mysteriously. “Honey-dip this old gal.” She seemed to choke for a moment. Then
she said, “That’s it, kid. Work your tongue fast in my cunt.
Lick it! Suck it! Do everything to it. Jesus! I like that, kid! Keep it up!”
Again she was pressing on the back of his head so hard that he thought she was going to break his neck. When he
shook his head hard trying to persuade her through his action to remove her hands, she must have understood,
for she let up a bit on the pressure. She drew him across the room and sank down on a chair, spreading her legs
wide and bringing one foot up and placing it on his shoulder.
Almost immediately she brought the other leg up and put it over his other shoulder. Now he was locked between
her thighs, her cunt staring him directly in the face. He could plainly see her juicy slit. The sight of it caused him
to spout a little from his cock. He felt her hand grasping him there, felt her pinching his cock and at times, jacking it. He went off - but not all the way - his spunk striking the floor. For all he knew, his goo might have struck
her body, because her legs were so high up, she might have been directly in line with his spray. At that moment,
Sammy didn’t care where he went off or what it hit. His main concern was in enjoying the sucking of her wet,
generous twat.
“Make me come, kid, make me come,” she urged, giving his cock a few more
jackings.
Sammy went into her cunt with his lips and his tongue as though he had been going down on adult women for
years. What he lacked in technique, he made up in intensity. He found that by darting his tongue in and out of
her only a short distance while alternately moving it quickly from side to side, he was able to drive this woman almost out of her mind with passion. Her shouts and groans, her pats on the back, her pinching of his flesh,
the squeezing pressure of her legs about his neck, were all ample indication of her arousal. It was all extremely
exciting and thrilling to young Sammy, and having all the energy in the world at his disposal, despite having
been quite ill, he went after her now like a passion-ridden animal. He bit her and licked her; tongued her, lipped
her. He made little snorting noises and the woman began to jerk and thrash about wildly as he worked her cunt
rapidly.
“Oh, Jesus, kid! Oh, Jesus, kid,” she kept saying over and over. Her body continued to jerk violently, her legs
stiffened about his head so strongly that he was momentarily frightened, but even so, he was far more passionate
than frightened. He let forth a strange sound from his throat as he pushed his face into her cunt so fiercely, so
deeply, that the woman finally began to scream for him to stop it.
Sammy stopped it, but reluctantly. He stood up after knocking her legs from his shoulders. He felt strong now,
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had been unable to keep up with him.
A note of arrogance crept into his tone and manner and he found he enjoyed this tremendously. He sneered
slightly, at the panting woman.
“I was too much for you, eh?” Sammy said, proud of himself. “That’s the trouble. You couldn’t take it. You just
couldn’t take what I had to give you.”
“You... you... were... wonderful, Sammy,” she stammered.
“Damn right I was,” he cried. “Now what I need is to find a real woman, a real broad, one who can take as much
as she thinks she can dish out. Ain’t no such woman around here. Me, I’ll have to go find such a broad.” Sammy
suddenly felt much older, more mature, very, very adult.
“Please, kid, don’t be mad at me,” she begged him.
“Don’t call me that,” he snapped. “You’re the real kid. You folded up. Not me. I ain’t no kid!”
“That’s right, Sammy,” she whimpered. “You were more than enough for me - but - where are you going?”
He had started to put on his trousers. Now, he stopped and looked at her.
“What?” he snapped.
“I asked you where you were going, Sammy dear,” she said, her tone of voice much different from what it had
previously been.
He stated triumphantly, “I am going to the can to take a piss. When I come back get ready for the biggest fuck
you’ve ever known. I’ve decided to stay here and do you a favor.”
“Very well, Sammy. I’ll wait right here for you.”
He looked at her with a combination of contempt and love. “Right,” he said shortly.
“You wait right there, woman. I’m coming back to throw a fuck into you.”
He did come back. He “threw a fuck” into her, which was what she had wanted all along, of course.

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Chapter Seven
Anna Switzer, the subject of our next case history, had lived in the same small town all her life. She had married
at nineteen, had been widowed before she was thirty. At age thirty-five she was still a sexy-looking woman, but
practically all the men of the town had given up on her. None of them could induce her to go to bed. They were
not aware of the fact that Anna’s appetite for sex had changed. She now had a craving for boys, very young boys.
Anna ran a candy shop and as the owner she quite naturally came to know a large number of youngsters, some of
them not quite as young as one might think.
Anna particularly liked to have a young boy in her store just prior to closing time. By being extremely clever, at
times, she would induce a boy to accompany her into her quarters at the rear of the store, whereupon she would
reveal one of her tits to him, or do some other such startling thing in order to get him aroused sexually. She usually succeeded in getting what she wanted from the boy, for she was extremely careful to invite only those boys
who had the look of lust about them, young though they might be. Anna was a decided expert at spotting such
boys - she was an experienced expert in this matter.
The people of the town never suspected that they had such a female in their midst, a woman ready to make illicit
love to a youngster at the earliest opportunity. The boys of the town knew all about her, and there was more than
one young married man who sometimes looked back wistfully to the sex sessions he had experienced in the back
room of Anna’s store. Most of them had obtained their knowledge of what the sex act is all about from Anna
Switzer. Anna knew how to arouse a boy and keep him aroused. It was a source of infinite satisfaction to take a
young kid to the rear of the store after closing hours, lock the front door, and “play” with him until he was wildly
excited and ready to perform any act she desired.
Anna had many desires. All of them sexual in nature and involving young boys.
It was on a Thursday near closing time that she spotted a boy of about thirteen standing near the front candy
showcase, looking at the various candy bars wistfully.
Anna knew the look - she had seen it a thousand times at least. She glanced about quickly to ascertain if an adult
were with him. She satisfied herself that he was alone.
Walking over to him, she bent over the counter purposefully in order to expose her large, round tits as they
pushed up from her low-cut dress.
“Hello, young man,” she said, smiling nicely at him. “Haven’t seen you in my store before. Are you new in town?”
The blond boy glanced up at her, his blue eyes startled for the moment.
“Huh?” he asked, apparently not hearing what she had said. “I mean, I beg your pardon,” he added quickly.
Anna smiled more broadly. She liked polite boys. They were the most fun. Polite boys were harder to fuck than
the rude ones and this, oddly enough, made them all the more desirable. “I asked you if you were new in town.
Did you just move here perhaps?”
The boy grinned. “Oh, yes. I moved here with my grandmother. She bought a
house,” he added, as if this explained why he now lived in town.
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the lust look even though it was not particularly apparent at the moment.
“Dan... Dan Knight. The guys call me Danny.”
“I suppose you don’t know many guys in town yet if you just moved here,” Anna said shrewdly.
“Don’t know anybody. We just moved here yesterday afternoon.”
“Hmm,” Anna said reflectively. “How very nice.”
The boy looked puzzled. “I beg your pardon?”
“Since you’re new in town, the candy bars are on the house,” she said.
His eyes brightened and he looked at her gratefully. “Honest?”
She smiled. “Yes. Pick out a couple of them. Any kind you like.”
The boy quickly pointed to two of the largest bars, which made Anna smile with delight. A somewhat selfish boy
was quite often the best type for seducing. When he became aroused, he demanded to be gratified, which, of
course, was the very thing she intended doing.
Anna got the candy bars out of the case but instead of handing them to him immediately, she went to the front
door and quietly locked it, her body shielding the lock from his inquiring eyes. She came back to the boy and
crooked her finger.
“Come,” she said. The one word had an authoritative ring to it, but it was not said in a manner that would frighten the boy.
He followed her into the rear of the store and into her apartment, where she also closed the door. She always
kept the shades drawn, so this was no problem for her now. Turning about and still clutching the candy bars she
gestured to him to approach her.
“All new boys in town get free candy bars, but in order to get them they have to play a little game first,” she told
him lustfully.
The blond boy looked at her curiously. “What kind of game?”
“First of all my name is Anna. Whenever you want to address me, call me by name.”
She paused and studied him. Definitely the lust look was coming into his eyes, but not quite fast enough. She
would have to help it along a bit. “Now then,” she said,
“will you please do me a favor before I tell you anything more?”
“Sure,” he said eagerly. “Sure I will. Anything you want.”
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shoes... my feet hurt a little,” she added in case he was wondering about this.
“Okay,” he said, looking puzzled.
Anna sat down on the sofa in such a manner that her short dress crept high on her thighs. Purposely, she rarely
wore pantyhose. She wanted young boys to glimpse her bare thigh flesh above her ordinary length stockings. Leg
flesh made young boys hot in a hurry, she knew. Now, as the new boy dropped to his knees in front of her, she
made certain that he saw plenty of leg flesh.
The boy, Danny, had a great deal of trouble in removing her shoes for the simple reason that she pressed her feet
firmly to the carpet. This was to afford him a longer period of time to be on his knees in front of her, which quite
naturally allowed him more quick furtive glances at her legs. She saw his face becoming redder and redder. This
was always the way with a potentially hot, young boy, and it pleased her immensely.
“Can’t you get them off, son?” Anna asked, knowing full well that he couldn’t.
“I could if you’d just lift your legs a little,” he returned. Obviously he had meant to say
“lift your feet,” but those shapely thighs close to his eyes, bare and inviting, had affected his thinking.
“Oh, you mean like this?” Anna asked with pretended innocence. She lifted her legs high, spreading them wide
so he could easily see her cunt. (Anna never wore panties - panties were non-sexual, according to her.)
The boy gasped at the sight in front of him but apparently did not dare to make any comment. Quickly, he
slipped off her shoes but before he could get up, she brought her large, pretty legs down over his shoulders and
locked her ankles together behind his back.
“You like this, son?” she asked softly, seductively. God, she was hot!
“I - er - I... “ The kid couldn’t talk. This was obvious. He was too shaken up.
“Anything nice happening between your legs, son?” she asked, squinting her eyes. He surprised her by looking
her straight in the eyes. “ ‘Course there is.”
Anna smiled prettily but did not relax her leg grip about him. “Come now. Tell Anna what’s happening between
your legs.”
“I’m hard,” he said flatly. “I’m real hard.”
She was agreeably astonished, for she had thought this one to be the type of boy who wouldn’t admit she had given him a hard-on. Smiling at him, she took his head in her hands gently and pressed. “Now then, son,” she said
softly. “You must tell me if there is anything you want to do very badly.”
He looked at her, his blue eyes definitely filled with lust. “What do you mean?” he asked, evidently stalling for
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Anna was enjoying herself immensely. “Well,” she said, in answer to him,
“look about you. Isn’t there something you’d like to stick your hard thing into?”
Again he agreeably astonished her. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Of course, son. That’s what my hole is for. That’s what your hard cock is for. You know that.”
“Yeah, I guess so... I mean I guess you’re right. What do you want me to do?” He sounded less sure of himself
now.
She moved so that her cunt was even more exposed to his view - his face being only a foot or so from it. “Never
mind what I want,” she said, not really meaning this, but saying it to get him started. “What do you want? What
does your instinct tell you to do?”
He leaned forward and kissed her bare leg about her stocking. He then pulled back and looked into her eyes
while she sucked in her breath and hoped he wouldn’t stop there. “Is that all right?” he asked humbly. “I mean
you’re not mad at me for kissing your leg?” There was tremendous excitement in his tone of voice she noted.
“No, son. You may do whatever you want. I don’t get mad at nice boys. I like nice boys like yourself. Go right
ahead. Help yourself.” She fixed him with a sensuous stare and he flushed.
“Will you take your legs off my shoulders? I can hardly move. Not that I don’t like them there... it’s just that...
“ Whatever it was that was bothering him was not said. Anna removed her legs but took great pains to further
expose her cunt as she lay back and looked up at the young boy’s pink face. He’s a pretty kid, she thought. Pretty
enough to eat. She noticed then that she had picked up the candy bars without realizing it. Now she put them
down, away from her, taking care that the boy wouldn’t step on them. “All right, son,” she told him. “Here I am.
What do you want to do?”
He was still on his knees. Walking on them a few steps, he picked up the candy bars and started to put them in
his pocket, but she spoke to him sharply, telling him the bars would melt in his pocket and make a mess. He
dropped the candy bars and she reflected that for a moment she had thought he was going to grab the candy and
run home to his grandmother. However, the lust was still in his eyes - the lust look – the beautiful thing - and she
was now fairly certain he was entertaining no ideas of running away from her. Not just yet.
“What do you want to do to me, son?” she repeated again.
Danny didn’t answer her verbally - he simply lowered his face to her legs and began to lick her thigh flesh. Anna
was becoming more agitated by the moment and it was no surprise to her that she had a quick, small orgasm as
he continued to lick her thighs with his hot, wet tongue.
“Do you like me to do this?” he asked softly.
“Oh... do I? Son... you have no idea of how good it feels.”
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“Go ahead, son. Dig right in there. I want you badly.”
He lifted his head and looked at her again. “If I do that I’ll be all wet in the pants.”
Anna was equal to this. “Unzip yourself. Take it out. I will hold it. Then if it feels like... wetting... I will catch it.”
“Gee, thanks, Anna,” the boy blurted. “But why don’t you... ?”
She waited and when he did not continue his question, she spoke. “What were you about to say, Danny?”
He seemed to gulp. “Nothing. I mean, I shouldn’t say things like that to a lady.”
“Things like what, Danny?” Anna was almost beside herself with excitement now. He gulped again. “I was going
to say... if I kiss you why don’t you kiss... mine, too?”
“Will you kiss mine, Danny? I mean, not just my legs.”
“Yes,” he answered promptly and actually did kiss her cunt briefly, maddeningly.
Anna was on the verge of having another orgasm. “Let me up, son. I’ll get on the floor. You can turn around
and... well, you know, don’t you?”
He nodded, moved away from her, allowing her to drop gently to the carpet, her legs still spread wide to receive his kisses. Looking up at him, she wondered if he knew what to do so that they might execute a sixty-nine.
Apparently, instinct was guiding him, for he very properly turned his body about and lay down on top of her, his
face near her cunt, his rock-hard cock within kissing distance of her lips. Anna sighed deeply and waited for him
to dip his tongue in her slit, which he did almost immediately. Sighing again but this time with more agitation,
she took his cock in hand and proceeded to lick the sides of it even as he licked her cunt. She took pains to keep
her rhythm and tempo even with his. This was an ideal way for a female to achieve an orgasm as Anna knew only
too well.
He “dipped” very well, considering this was very likely his first experience at it. His tongue was warm and wet
and he used it - probably by sheerest chance - in the right way on the right spot. From time to time as she kissed
and lightly sucked his prick, without applying too much suction, she would feel small spasms occurring within
her.
These, she knew, were merely previews of a sort to the wild climax she would have later, if luck was with her.
Anna believed firmly in luck. Technique alone was not quite enough, at times. Sometimes it required the element
of luck for a woman to really have a first-class orgasm. She could not have explained her views in this regard, but
she firmly believed them. She had had too many experiences where, she was certain, luck had played a vital role
in her obtaining sexual gratification, a thing fondly to be wished for, strived for at all costs.
“I like your hole,” the boy muttered. Then he added, “Can I do it in your mouth? I mean, can I let it out in you
without making you mad at me?”
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let it go in me. Will you promise to try very hard to hold it back?”
“Yes,” she heard him say, and immediately felt his tongue working into her cunt again.
Anna shuddered with delight.
He stopped his tonguing to speak to her. “Did I hurt you? You seemed to jump
around a lot just then.”
She pressed his head down firmly into her crotch and began a slow, sensuous “fuckabout,” which consisted of
drawing in and letting out her tummy muscles as well as moving her hips slightly in a circular manner. She took
great pains not to move very much - she knew a woman must do this only very slightly when a boy was “dipping.”
Anna had learned this years ago. She was an absolute expert on the fuck-about.
“I like you,” the boy told her thickly, lifting his head. “I’m glad I came into your store.”
“So am I, son.” She pressed his head back down between her legs. “Try not to talk so much, son. I prefer that you
lick me.”
He immediately began to lick her cunt, her thighs, her belly, everywhere he could reach. Once he went almost to
her knee and applied his tongue only to bring it up rapidly over her leg flesh and plunge it fiercely into her slit.
This nearly raised Anna off the floor - it felt so great. As it was, she cried out in delight.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, paying no attention to her earlier remark
concerning his remaining silent while sucking.
“Yes, yes, very much so. Please do it again, Danny,” she begged.
He repeated the tongue movement, this time doing it on her other leg, starting just above her knee and running
his tongue slowly up her thigh and plunging it deeply into her cunt as he had before.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed, beginning to believe that this kid was a great deal more experienced at sex
than she had originally thought. “Where did you ever learn to do that so well, son?”
“I never did any of this stuff before, but it sure makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does.” She took his cock between her lips again and lightly sucked it, but she removed her lips quickly
when she felt him stiffening. She didn’t want him blowing off in her yet. This she knew might cause him to cease
his delightful sucking at her cunt.
“You sure you don’t mind if I pee in you?” he asked, startling her.
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“Well, you know. I don’t really mean pee. It’s like pissing - only different.”
She sighed with relief. “Oh, yes. I understand.” He had, of course, meant “go off ” in her, not “pee” in her. He sure
as hell had his terms mixed up.
“Will you please suck me?” he asked. “I like it when you do.”
“Yes. But wouldn’t you like to turn around and... do it to me the regular way for a while?” She didn’t really care,
for she was the type of woman who could easily achieve an orgasm in more than one way.
He didn’t answer her but she felt him twist his body suddenly and before she could adjust to him, he was between
her large legs, pumping his stiff cock against her flesh. She put it in quickly and he thrust it deeply into her. She
settled back to enjoy his lovemaking but he stopped moving in her and began to press his face deeply into her
large, soft tits.
“Keep on with your cock motion, son,” she told him. “That’s what makes me feel good, you know.”
He moved in and out of her once or twice and stopped again. “Hey,” he said, “you’re awful hot and wet in there,
aren’t you?”
She laughed softly. “Yes, son, I am indeed. Your cock did that. It is very hard and nice. Don’t you like to have it in
my hole?”
“Sure I do. It feels good. Only, I think I’m going to pee in you.”
She patted him on the back. “You mean go off in me, don’t you?”
He nodded and kissed her mouth suddenly. She kissed him back and the moment she did so, he began to pour
his stream of liquid fire into her cunt. This brought her to the brink rapidly and she had a fierce but beautiful
orgasm, one that left her breathing hard and moaning softly while she patted his back over and over again. He
continued to fuck her relentlessly, probably not knowing what he was doing, but liking the feeling of topping a
female more than anything else he had ever known.
This was her speculation. But she was an expert on young boys and knew their feelings intimately.
“I never went off in a girl before,” he told her, his cock still in her but not spurting now.
She loved having him call her a girl. “Haven’t you really, son? Then you must come to my store often, you know.
I’m sure... you can eat many candy bars every day, can’t you?” She was speaking in a mysterious manner, she
knew, but he might understand what she meant.
“You sure have a nice store,” he said, surprising her.
“Store?”
“I mean, your store is nice and hot and wet and everything.”
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Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought of it as being a store, but perhaps it is. Tell me. Will you be visiting my store
often, Danny?”
“I’m going to get into your nice store every chance I get from now on,” he told her and having said the words, he
promptly released another great quantity of boy milk into her cunt.
“Good,” she exclaimed, going along with his line of talk. “My store needs lots of customers. That is, it needs to be
entered often.”
“Know what I like about your store?” he laughed.
“What?” she asked, pleased at the turn of events.
“I can get into it without having any money.”
She patted his butt playfully. “You little devil. Are you telling me you came to my real store - the one at the front,
I mean - without having any money?”
“Yes. That’s what I did, all right.”
Anna laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then she wrapped her arms and legs about his slender
body. “Buy something,” she urged, controlling her urge to laugh. “You’re still in my store, and my store doesn’t
require money, son.”
He grinned and immediately began to fuck her again.
“That’s what Anna needs, son,” she breathed. “A nice, slim customer.”

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Chapter Eight
In this chapter we will be examining a boy-loving woman who was somewhat
different from the others we have described. The boy she was interested in was her own son, Johnny, age twelve.
Delia Barber’s husband was dead. This is often the case with the type of woman who develops a need for young
boys. She went without male sex for several years, attempting the occasional self-masturbation for relief, but
finally she could stand it no longer. One night she went to her son’s room, crawled in bed with him, hugged and
kissed him intensely until she felt his cock grow hard. She told him to get on top of her. He did so with surprising
quickness. He made no moves until she put his cock into her pussy hole and told him to do it to her. He responded by doing exactly what she wanted. From that night on Delia slept with her son at every opportunity.
Now, he had been away to summer camp for two weeks and when he returned home she found her passions
getting quite out of hand. A good-looking woman in her middle thirties, with an excellent figure, Delia had no
difficulty in getting her son interested in fucking with her immediately instead of waiting until evening. He performed with great enthusiasm, did his job quickly and efficiently, gratifying her totally. She kissed him afterwards
and then they both got out of bed, showered together and went to the kitchen for a light dinner.
The second night he was home, Delia felt the wild passions overcoming her again. It was nine o’clock at night,
too early for her to go to bed. Johnny was watching television and seemingly unmindful of her present condition.
No matter. She would heat him up soon enough, she told herself, as she went about the house making certain the
various doors were closed and locked.
She came back to where Johnny was sitting engrossed in watching a horror movie.
“Dear,” she said, “mother is in need.”
He glanced at her. “Can’t you wait until this show is over?”
She placed her hands on her wide hips and looked at him intently. “Dear, mother is in need.”
Obediently, he got to his feet, shut off the T.V. and followed her into the bedroom.
She watched him as he drew off his pants and shirt, socks and shoes. When he was completely naked she stared
at his body, her pulse racing wildly.
“Well... “ he said. “Take your clothes off, mother.”
She undressed, taking her time about it and never once removing her gaze from his nudity. “You’re getting to be
a good-looking fellow, Johnny,” she said. “Ever think about going out with a girl?”
“I was out with a girl at camp. That is, across the lake there was this girl’s camp and another guy and I... well, we
took a walk in the woods.”
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“Yes, mother.”
She lilted her lovely, bare tits and let them fall again, this being a calculated move on her part to inspire him to
great things in a hurry.
“Did you do it to the girl?” she asked casually.
“Yes, mother.”
Delia was afraid her annoyance would show, but after a few moments decided it hadn’t. “And did you like doing
it to this girl?”
“Yes, sort of.”
Delia sucked in air and let it out quickly. She knew a feeling of great relief. So his experiment with sex had not
been an unqualified success. Good. Just how she wanted it to be, if it had to be at all. “Did you get on top of her,
Johnny, or what?”
“Sure. I mean, yes, mother. I got on top of her.”
“What kind of a girl was she?” Delia asked, her curiosity aroused.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just a girl She let me do it to her without much fuss, if that’s what you mean.”
Delia bit her lips. “Did you go off quickly, or did you take your time, or what? Tell me about it.”
He shrugged again. “I went off pretty quick, I guess. I don’t know. She wanted me to do it to her again, so I did.”
Delia frowned. “You did it to this girl twice in a row? How very nice of you. Imagine. Twice in a row, and in the
woods, mind you.”
“Are you mad at me, mother?”
Delia drew herself up, her nicely shaped tits bouncing about prettily. “Certainly not. I’m not afraid of a mere girl.”
Her son looked at her appraisingly. “Who said anything about you being afraid of her?” he asked, puzzled slightly
if his look was any indication.
“Oh... well... I didn’t mean to say it just that way, dear. Come to bed with me now. I want you to satisfy me.”
“You got hot pants, really got ‘em, haven’t you, mother?”
She smiled craftily. “You mean the old kind of hot pants or the new kind?”
He grinned crookedly. “The old, naturally. I’ve already seen you in the new kind so I wouldn’t be asking about
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“Dear me,” she said. “Whatever are we talking about?”
“Talking about going to bed, mother, and doing it.” Johnny seemed to have matured a great deal in the two short
weeks he had been away at camp, she thought. Just how many girls had he taken in those woods, she wondered.
“Are we going to bed, mother?” he asked, fingering his soft cock.
“Not much use, is there? Your prick is as soft as a marshmallow.”
“I can’t help it,” he told her. “Usually it gets hard when I see your tits and cunt and stuff. Makes me wonder why.”
“I’m wondering, too, Johnny. Have you been masturbating today?”
He frowned. “No. You know I haven’t. I never do that anymore. There’s no need to.”
She smiled. “Correct. There’s no need for you ever to do such a thing. Not when you have a nice, safe cunt to put
it in.”
“Safe cunt? What’s a safe cunt, mother?”
“The only safe cunt you’ll ever know, dear. Mine. Mine is safe because it won’t
contribute to making a baby. I won’t allow it to do so. Other cunts... well, you keep on sticking your cock into
them and first thing you’ll know, some father will be dragging you off to... jail, or something.” She wondered if
this was believable to him. She certainly hoped so. Delia did not want her son laying girls. Girls were competition.
And very dangerous competition. Damn girls, anyway. Why couldn’t they behave themselves and leave her son
alone?
He was fingering his cock but still it was giving no signs of increasing in size. Delia went to him, brushed his
hand away and began to jack him gently. She kept this up for several minutes but still his prick did not become
sufficiently hard.
“Whatever is the matter with it, Johnny?” she asked, annoyance creeping into her tone.
“I don’t know. It never did this before except for that time I took some of your diet pills by mistake.”
“You haven’t taken an aspirin today, have you?” she asked quickly. “I mean one out of the bottle on the kitchen
shelf?”
He nodded. “I took two right after lunch.”
She was totally exasperated now. “Damn,” she cried. “I broke the bottle I was keeping the diet pills in and put the
pills in the old aspirin bottle. You took diet pills again... now we won’t be able to do anything, maybe till tomorrow.”
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Delia thought swiftly and lay down on the bed as seductively as she could.
“Well, you can be a good boy and... service mother with your lips and tongue, dear.”
He shook his head. “I feel kind of queasy, mother.”
“You’re refusing me?” she asked, lifting her head and glaring at him.
“No, not that. It’s just that I feel queasy.”
“Well, get out of here then, damn it,” she almost screamed at him. “And the next time you want an aspirin come
to me and ask for it.”
He left the room quietly and an hour later she found him in the chair before the T.V. set, sound asleep and still
minus his clothing. She switched off the set and ran her fingers lovingly over his cock. He did not awaken, so she
dropped to the floor beside him and began to lightly kiss his legs. Still he did not awaken, so she glanced at him
sharply and swore softly.
“Why I could almost believe you took one of my sleeping pills to offset the diet pills,” she muttered aloud. To test
this theory she pinched his leg quite hard. He responded only by making an incoherent sound in his throat. “I
knew it,” she said to herself.
“That nutty kid did take one of my sleeping pills. I could almost... “ She had been about to say “hit him” when
she ceased speaking. She certainly didn’t want to strike her son. That would be silly. Sons could be exasperating
at times and this was one of the times. Delia sighed and started to get to her feet with the idea of placing a pillow
behind his head and a sheet over him. But then she stopped and sat back down. “Why don’t I suck his cock, see
if it’ll get hard while he’s sleeping. At least it’s better than nothing.” She was delighted with this idea and as she
fingered his cock lightly, she felt an intense need somewhere deep within her being. Delia had never been much
of a supporter of oral sex but now she was thinking about it as being a most fascinating affair. Perhaps this was
because Johnny was sleeping and probably wouldn’t know if she took his prick in her mouth and sucked on it.
“What if he wakes
up while I’m doing it?” she asked herself aloud but softly. Inwardly, she shrugged the question away and bent her
head over her sleeping son’s cock.
Her heart was beating very fast as she took the limp prick between her lips and lightly massaged it.
He stirred and moaned but didn’t awaken.
She pulled his legs apart slightly and he stirred and moaned again. Delia was so hot now she was ready to suck
him even if he woke up. Throwing caution to the winds, she lipped his cock, getting the thing into her mouth
as far as was possible, considering its condition. Much to her pleasant surprise, the thing began to grow in her
mouth and she glanced up at his eyes quickly to see if he were awake. He wasn’t. Sighing deeply - the prick still in
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short while because her breathing had become so hectic she was not getting sufficient air. Delia had seldom been
this hot before in her entire life and she knew it must be some kind of psychological hotness - the fact that he was
her own son as well as the fact that he was unconscious.
“Why, I’m a regular old bitch,” she exclaimed happily. “I love this. Why haven’t I ever tried it before?” She meant
on her son... the truth was she had done it once or twice to her husband but that had been years ago and both of
them had been rather drunk.
Johnny stirred in the chair again and she wondered if she was strong enough to pick him up and carry him to her
bed. My, it would be exciting to suck his cock in bed - while he slept through it.
She put her arms under his legs, got to her feet and lifted him. He was very heavy for her but she managed to carry him to the bedroom and place him down on the bed without his awakening. Johnny was really sleeping hard.
She examined him carefully, the way his chest rose and fell, knowing there was nothing wrong with him.
She had given him a sleeping pill once and he had reacted the same way.
Delia looked at her body’s reflected image in a mirror near the bed. She smiled at her reflection, noting the lust
in her own eyes. “Boy, am I one hot gal tonight,” she murmured. Turning about, she stared at the naked form of
her son and was pleased to see that his cock had become harder than it had been less than a minute since she had
sucked on it. Sinking to her knees beside the bed, she lowered her mouth to his crotch and kissed him fondly,
everywhere, his cock, his balls, his belly, even his pubic hair.
Delia had a quick, beautiful, little orgasm just from the act of kissing his body.
“Oh,” she moaned, “I’ve never been so hot. It’s wonderful!”
She resumed her kissing, running her tongue over his lower body in every conceivable way, wondering what he
would do if he woke up and caught her.
Immediately she thrust this sort of speculation out of her mind. After all, she was the head of this household, not
Johnny. Never mind what Johnny thought about her actions. She need only to do as she pleased, within reason.
She was the mother and he would have to take orders from her.
“Stop kidding yourself,” she muttered. “Shut your trap and wrap your lips about his cock.” She realized she was
doing quite a bit of talking to herself this evening, but what could a woman do under these circumstances... her
son was in a deep sleep from taking pills... and her pussy was throbbing for attention.
She took Johnny’s cock into her mouth and began sucking lightly on the rubbery thing. It grew longer and stiffer.
Delia’s heart began to beat furiously again and she went down on her son all the way, savoring the taste of his
cock, the feel of it between her lips. He was quite a mouthful, this boy of hers. It was delicious, too, and definitely
pleasing. She knew now, if she had not known before, that she definitely wanted him to come in her mouth. If
it became necessary to wake him up in order for him to release his fluid then she would just have to shake him
awake, even as she sucked him off.
“I’m so hot,” she moaned, “and he had to be so sound asleep.” Still, even though she had complained about his
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She kissed his balls after pulling his legs further apart. She stuck her tongue down low on him and dug it into his
anus briefly. Then she came back to his cock and went down on it all the way again.
Even though he was sleeping, his hands shot out and found her head and held her firmly as if steering her head
up and down on his prick. He moaned just as she did the same thing. She glanced up at his closed eyes, removing
her lips for the moment.
“Dear, are you sleeping?”
He moved his lips but his eyes didn’t open. She returned to his cock and wrapped her wet lips about the very stiff
tool. Quickly she went down on him the whole distance again and quickly he pressed his hands against her head
as before.
“You’re liking this even if you are asleep,” she murmured thickly, her mouth filled with cock.
“Faster,” he mumbled. “Faster. Suck it faster!”
She sucked it faster.
“Faster still,” he moaned.
Thinking he must be awake now and wanting to speak to him, she removed her lips again and looked at his eyes.
“Are you playing games with me, Johnny? Open your eyes.” He half opened his eyes. “I’m asleep but don’t stop. I
like you to suck my cock.” Delia drew in her breath. It was rare that he spoke to her in this manner.
“Wake up,” she heard herself demanding.
“Suck my cock, mother.’
“I may continue with it but I want you to wake up now, Johnny.
He opened his eyes and stared at her sleepily. “I took one of your pills,” he told her.
“That’s why I can hardly keep my eyes open, or even get them open, but don’t stop sucking me just because of my
eyes. I knew what you were doing all along.”
“Really,” Delia said, annoyed a little. “Then suppose you do a little sucking for
mother.”
“You want me to suck your cunt, mother?” he asked sleepily.
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“I’d like to suck your nice cunt, mother. Get on top of me and spread your legs. I’ll tongue your cunt good, if I
can just stay awake. But I want you to keep on sucking me, too.” His speech was thick.
She wondered if he was all right, he sounded so odd, so unlike himself. Examining his eyes carefully, she decided
he was okay but very sleepy indeed. She would have to hide her pills some place where he couldn’t find them, but
time enough for that later. Right now, she must do as he suggested - climb on top of him and lower her cunt to
his pink lips.
“Oh... I’m so hot,” she cried, scarcely aware of what she was doing. She climbed on top of her son and lowered her
loins to his face. When she felt his tongue running slowly over her skin, she realized that he was too sleepy to do
it any better, any faster. Perhaps she should get a towel, soak it in cold water and douse his head in it.
Still, maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea, either. It might shock him out of wanting to have sex with her in
an oral fashion.
More than ever now, she knew she wanted to suck his cock, to suck it until it erupted in her mouth and flowed
thick, gray cream into her stomach.
“Suck me, mother,” he begged from the other side of the bed.
She caught his cock in her hand and held it stiffly for a moment. Then she kissed the end of it and put her lips
about the head gingerly. He squirted a little into her mouth and she drank it in eagerly.
“Oh... I love that,” she cried out. “Squirt more, dear.”
“I will if I can. Keep sucking,” he called back.
She went down on him only half the distance, thinking it better to stay within tongue-rubbing distance of the
head of it. This seemed to work very well, for his breathing became faster as did his tonguing of her twat.
“That’s it, dear,” she encouraged him. “Go fast like that. Mother likes this very much.”
“Don’t talk, mother, suck,” he cried passionately.
She began to work her lips and tongue over the head of his prick, applying suction.
She was rewarded by feeling his body stiffen, stiffen even more and then jerk
severely. All the while his tongue continued running into her slit frantically. The two of them began a heavy panting and Delia knew she couldn’t hold back much longer.
Fortunately for her peace of mind as well as her sense of sexual gratification, she did not need to continue much
longer. Just as she realized how tired she was, she felt more squirtings from his rock-hard prick. The milky goo
began to flow into her mouth quite slowly and easily at first, but then, suddenly, it erupted fiercely and she found
her mouth was full of her son’s cock juice.
Happily, she experienced a strong orgasm at the same precise moment. Both
mother and son relieved themselves of their sexual desires at the identical moment. Both mother and son went
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place.
Then, of course, it all came to an end and they lay there, the mother on top of the son, the son beneath the mother, a classic example of the mother-son sexual syndrome.
There is nothing unusual in this sort of happening. All over America widowed
mothers are finding it necessary to more or less force their young sons to make physical love to them. As for the
sons, one hears little from them, but it would appear that they soon learn to adjust to this labor - in fact, there is
some evidence that most of the boys grow to enjoy the situation enormously.

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Chapter Nine
Grace Abernathy was an unmarried woman of thirty. She had been impregnated when she was sixteen. Her
parents had forced her to have an abortion and flatly refused to permit her to marry the boy. Consequently, and
possibly to “get even” with them, she had never married, although before they died in a car accident they had
tried hard and often to marry her off to several older men who were well established in the business world. Grace
would have none of that, and as she grew older she found she had turned against all adult men and vastly preferred teenagers. The more teenagers she went out with (and invited to her apartment), the happier she was.
And the younger they were, the better. Finally, she found herself “going steady” with a fifteen-year-old, named
Tommy. Tommy was, she felt, an excellent companion for her.
Grace Abernathy’s conception of an excellent male companion was somewhat different from that of most women
of thirty. She had taken an immediate liking to young Tommy the moment she had first seen him on the street.
When she finally induced him to enter her apartment, he had told her of his family life - his parents were both
alcoholics, they never paid much attention to the boy and most of the time he didn’t have enough to eat. She also
discovered he seldom complained about his circumstances.
Now, she was waiting for him to show up at her apartment and er nervous glances Hi the clock on the wall indicated she was somewhat fearful he might not come at all.
There had been a few times in the past that he had not arrived when expected, but always he had had a good
excuse. She didn’t doubt him especially, but then, on the other hand, she didn’t trust him totally, either. Grace
Abernathy had not really trusted anyone in years.
“Damn,” she muttered as she paced the floor. “Where the hell is that kid?”
She went to her bedroom and surveyed herself in a mirror. Frowning, she changed her clothing from pants and
blouse to a dress, very short and very revealing. Again she inspected herself, nodding with satisfaction.
“I’ve got to stop wearing those goddamned pantsuits,” she muttered. “They’re about as sexy looking as burlap
bags.” She looked at her tits with pleasure, noting the way they stood out in the more feminine attire. She also examined her blond, long hair, noting the way it fell gracefully to her shoulders, nodding approval at her reflection.
“Good thing the kid didn’t arrive on time,” she muttered. “He would have seen me looking less than my sexiest
best.” Grace knew she was sexy looking and wasn’t at all modest about saying so at times, especially to herself.
She loved looking this way.
She wanted to be thought of as a sex object by males, young males, young
teenagers.
“Where the hell is that kid?” she cried aloud, just as she had done earlier. “I’ve got a bad case of the hots. Can’t
stand waiting much longer for him.” She knew she would wait for him, however. Young Tommy was much too
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doing that made her shiver.
She returned to the living room just in time to hear the faint tapping sound on the door. She went to it, opened it
and breathed a sigh of relief before saying, “Tommy, damn you. Where have you been? I’ve been waiting over an
hour for you.”
Tommy stepped into the room, closed and locked the door himself. He was a black-haired kid of average build.
At that moment he was frowning. “Got hung up,” he explained. “This guy was giving me a bad time. Not real bad,
just a little. Stupid sonofabitch!”
Grace suspected that Tommy was mixed up in something illegal in a very minor way, but she never talked about
it directly. She wasn’t interested in the other things he did - she was only interested in his sexual performances.
“Okay,” she said. “Want a drink first?”
“First?” he asked, grinning. “Do you mean there’s going to be something else
between us?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t kid with me, baby.”
He just stood there and grinned.
Grace did not believe in wasting time. “Tommy,” she said softly. “Let me see your cock. I’m very hot tonight.”
A sudden look of lust came over his young face. Instantly he unzipped his fly and took out his cock. It was not
very hard at the moment but it would soon be rigid.
“There,” he said, looking down at his prick, “now you’re looking better.” It was as if he thought his cock had ears
and could understand his act of talking to it.
“You have a pretty cock,” Grace told him swiftly, as she had done many times
before. “Do you mind if I suck it?”
He grinned again. “So Gracie girl is in a sucking mood tonight, is she? Crazy!”
“Not just a sucking mood, Tommy. In an all-round sex mood. Anything goes tonight as far as I’m concerned.”
He quickly stripped off his pants and tossed them aside. He never wore underwear, though she had tried on several occasions to induce him to at least wear briefs, without success. Now, however, because she was so hot, she
was happy that he did not wear them, for she could instantly see his cock, the dark pubic hair, the puffy balls, the
sleek belly. Grace loved to look at him when he was exposed in this manner. She thought he had the nicest build
for a male that anyone could have. He was, of course, young and that in itself was a very great deal, but besides
his youth, he had other qualities.
His skin was a sort of natural tan in color, although she knew he never made a point of attempting to become a
sun worshipper. Tommy was not the type of kid to be bothered with such things. His body was slender, but not
skinny or scrawny. His belly - and this was what impressed her greatly for some reason she could never quite
understand - was flat, very flat. There were muscles in his belly that showed when he laughed suddenly and she
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“Take your shirt off, Tommy,” she said. “You know how I like to see your bare chest.”
“Yeah,” he replied slyly. “I know about that. You’re real weird about this body thing, aren’t you?”
“I see nothing weird about it at all,” she returned. “I like to look at your naked body.
What’s so awful about that?”
He grinned and removed his shirt. “Like to see my chest muscles, don’t you, baby?”
She smiled. “I like your belly muscles better.”
“You like my cock the best, though, don’t you?”
“Best muscle you’ve got,” she cried passionately.
“I’d be in a hell of a shape without it.”
“So would I,” she answered softly.
“Take your clothes off, Gracie. I’ve already seen how great you look. Clothes are no longer necessary for us.”
“You didn’t really say I looked nice, Tommy.” She wanted very much to hear this from him. It was very important.
“I said you looked great. Okay? You look real nice and pretty. Now take off your clothes and suck my cock.”
“Oh, Tommy, I love to hear you talk hot like that.”
He strutted about the room as she quickly undressed, his cock sticking out and up in a rather ridiculous fashion.
But it was not ridiculous to Grace. She could scarcely take her eyes off that rigid tool. She was becoming hotter
and hotter by the moment and she nearly had an orgasm from looking at him and undressing at the same time.
She placed her clothing down carefully and stood up straight, giving him the most lustful look she could manage,
which was considerable. He continued to strut about the room playfully, and she was obliged to run after him
and grasp him from behind.
“Hey, help,” he cried playfully. “I’m being attacked from the rear.” He wriggled his butt about and she pressed her
nudity against his and wriggled with him, getting a great feeling of pleasure from this somewhat silly behavior.
“Turn around, Tommy,” she begged him after a few long moments of this.
“Please?”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’m just too shy to reveal my parts to a strange female.” He laughed and she giggled.
“Come on, Tommy, stop teasing me. I’m awful hot, baby. Fuck me. Do something. Don’t just play with me, hon-

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ey.”
He turned about suddenly and kissed her mouth passionately, drew back and looked at her. “How’s that for a
starter, or would you prefer I kiss your asshole, darling?”
“Stop it,” she cried, choking with laughter. “You keep on being silly and I’ll lose all desire to... fuck.”
He held her at arm’s length. “Who’re you kiddin’, baby? You ain’t never gonna lose desire for sex. You got enough
desire for ten females.”
She dropped to her knees. “I want to suck your cock and no more silly talk,” she murmured, plunging her face
into his tummy lovingly.
“You’re too high up, baby. You got to get lower down than that.”
She placed her lips about his swollen cock and sucked on it, causing him to
immediately put a stop to his frivolities and begin mouthfucking her. She shook her head violently without removing her lips. This meant she wanted to suck it on her own for a time, that she didn’t want him to mouthfuck
her just yet. He stopped his frantic hip motion, but the look in his eyes was the equal to any look of lust she had
ever known, had she been able to see it.
She sucked him for only a minute and then removing her lips, she fell back on the carpet, her legs spread wide.
“Now, Tommy baby, get on and feed me the old prick.”
He grinned in an almost wicked manner and dropped to his knees in between her legs, his cock standing straight
and stiff. “Want the old cock up your cunt, eh, baby?” She half closed her eyes. “Yes, Tommy. Stick it into me and
give me a nice spray job. My cunt is thirsty for your milk, baby.”
He lay down on her quickly and made the insertion. This was one young boy who didn’t need to be guided by the
female - he knew what he was doing and she was fully aware that he did. Tommy was such a comfort, she often
thought. Whenever
Grace needed cock he was always there with his prick dripping, ready to plunge the wild-looking tool into her
expertly. Grace didn’t know what she would have done without the boy. He was really quite necessary, though of
course, it wouldn’t pay to call his attention to that too much. He might become difficult. If there was anything, or
anyone, that Grace despised dealing with - in any field, including sex - it was the person who was difficult to deal
with. Difficult people, all sorts of them, were a pain in the ass to Grace, and there had been times when she had
been just that outspoken with them, particularly during periods of stress. Nice thing about Tommy - he was easy
to deal with and Grace intended to keep him that way.
“Fuck me, Tommy, baby,” she whispered in his ear as he plunged his cock in and out of her expertly. “Make me
blow all over.”
“Consider it done,” he grunted.
“Put your hands under my ass, Tommy,” she begged him. “I like you to hold my ass when you fuck me.”
Obediently and dutifully, he placed his hands under the cheeks of her ass and
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Grace didn’t mind being hurt a little. In fact, she liked a bit of pain when she got fucked. Somehow it made the
whole deal seem more excitingly wild, and Grace loved sex to have a certain amount of wildness about it. Any
other kind of sex was too tame for her blood. She didn’t want to be badly hurt, however, and was cautious in this
regard. She stuck religiously to young boys, the younger, the better. The youngest boy she had ever fucked had
been a ten-year-old with a surprising virility that she had never forgotten - nor had she ever seen him again.
“Move your ass a little, baby,” Tommy told her, his breathing coming faster all the time. “Help me blow my wad.”
Just hearing him talk this way set Grace up in fine style. Almost immediately after hearing the words and obeying them by moving her hips and butt about slightly, she felt the onrush of a tremendous orgasm. Her body
stiffened of its own accord as she felt her legs actually shaking. Her mouth became almost unbearably dry, there
was a delightful giddiness in her head, and then the damn burst.
“Oh... “ she cried out. “Oh... my... God... kid! Give it to me, baby!”
But Tommy was not ready to erupt. He continued laboring over her heatedly and then another orgasm swelled
from within her to a tremendous bursting, only to be followed by still a third eruption which tore through her
being with delightful ferocity.
She lay panting under his wildly-pumping cock.
“Fuck me,” she cried weakly, her breathing almost impossible to control now.
Tommy moved quickly in her now and each time his cock rubbed the walls of her cunt as well as the little nub,
she would cry out in delight. Her passionate crying outbursts pleased him. She lost count of the number of
spasms she experienced and finally she had her greatest orgasm ever, just as he obliged by emptying his prick
juices into her cunt with great force and heat. He continued to fuck her even after he had ceased to go off in
her. It wasn’t long before she experienced another spasm and began to pinch his backsides with all her finger
strength. He cried out as she did this but she paid no attention, for he was also pinching her ass fiercely now, and
the two of them kept on with their pinching as if at that moment it was the most important thing in the world,
next to fucking.
Finally, they both went limp and simply lay there on the floor, he only half on top of her and she with one leg
thrown over his naked ass. They both required a long time to recover normal breathing. Then he moved away
from her and struggled to his feet to look down at her.
“Hey, you were pretty hot this time, Gracie. How come so much passion?” He looked much older than his young
years, at the moment.
She closed her eyes and then slowly opened them. “I just felt that way, Tommy. You know how I am sometimes.”
“You sure were the hottest ever this time - ever since I’ve been fucking you, baby.”
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“We have a lot of fun, don’t we, Gracie?”
“It’s always fun to fuck someone you like, Tommy.”
He grinned. “Yeah. You got a point there, all right.”
She smiled and gestured toward his limp cock. “Your point has shrunk a bit, hasn’t it?”
He glanced down at himself. “After the way you just drained me, what do you
expect?”
She walked to the bar and poured two straight whiskeys and brought one glass back to him. “Here,” she said.
“Drink this stuff. It’ll refill your tank. I’m going to need to do a blow-job maybe later on.”
“What else do you ever think about?” he wanted to know impishly.
“Nothing. Just sucking and fucking. The hell with anything else.”
They sipped their drinks, both of them shuddering slightly as the whiskey burned its way to their stomachs.
“Strong stuff,” he muttered. “Enough to rot your tongue out.”
“That’s good whiskey,” she told him sharply. “Don’t knock it. It’s free.”
“So is my cock,” he shot back.
She relaxed and smiled at him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound nasty. It’s just that I’m so confounded sexy tonight.”
He put his glass down and went to the sofa and lay flat on his back. Crooking his finger at her he said, “All right. I
know what you want. Come and get it. I can see the lust in your eyes, Grade.”
She sighed and went to him and dropped to her knees. Bending her head, she kissed his wonderful tummy as she
had done previously and then took his limp cock between her wet lips. She sucked on it, her passion returning
rapidly. Apparently his emotions also rose, for his prick became quickly larger and longer. Finally, it reached full
size and she stopped sucking long enough to look into his eyes. “Go off in me, baby,” she said thickly. “Fuck my
mouth like you never fucked anything in your life. I need it so very badly tonight.”
“Sure,” he said, the usual grin disappearing from his young face.
As she bent to go down on him in earnest, he grabbed her and threw her to the floor with himself on top of her,
his young cock pumping wildly in and out of her already aching mouth. Grace closed her eyes and lay back,
pretending in her mind that her mouth was her cunt and that she was being fucked. She loved to play this little
game but it was seldom she could induce him to do this particular thing to her. Usually she had to fuck him first,
although it was true he had shown signs of wanting to mouth-fuck her earlier. She had not permitted him to do
it then because she was well aware from past experience that she would be risking his ability to drain his cock for
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This evening appeared to be one of those prolific evenings.
As he continued to fuck her in the mouth for minute after minute, she knew for
certain that this, indeed, was one of his good nights, that he would go off in her hot body many more times before losing his desires.
Ah, she was a lucky woman.
She had a young cock to please her.
How very nice and how very, very wonderful!

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Chapter Ten
As we have noted throughout, there are many types of older women who are greatly excited by making love to
young boys, and while each case history, each woman, was different, each also possessed certain similar attributes. All of the women we have studied were passionate, some of them excessively so. Some were unmarried,
some widowed, some divorced. All were extraordinary. They were not run-of-the-mill females. The average
woman has no compulsion to fuck with young boys. This requires a special need and drive - a sexual demand for
youthful cock. The subjects of our case histories were unique - they were all in their thirties, very sexually aware,
and very determined to fulfil their passionate needs in their own peculiar manner.
The women we have studied are not isolated cases. None of them required mental attention stemming from their
compulsive actions. They sought only sexual fulfilment, without harming anyone, and they achieved their goal by
relying on youthful boys as their love partners. These women were not frustrated, hurt, angry or openly rebellious about their situations. They were fulfilled, satisfied, by the strength of the youths who serviced their needs.
For a number of years Helen Garlin had endured her husband’s indifference, had contented herself, or tried to,
with spending his money almost as fast as he made it.
There seemed to be no other pleasures in her life. And then she met Jack - a
sixteen-year-old stud who sold his sexual services to older women, married or
unmarried. She heard about him through another woman, secured his phone number and one weekend when
her husband was out of town on business, she called him up and told him bluntly that she wanted to hire him.
He was very careful about discussing the matter over the phone, but told her, after ascertaining her address,
that he would call on her that same evening about nine o’clock. He advised her to have sufficient cash available,
though he failed to point out exactly what amount he would require. Before she could ask, he had hung up.
Helen Garlin spent the remainder of the day in making herself appear as sexually attractive as she possibly could.
Helen was not at all an unattractive woman. She was thirty-six, but seemed to look younger. Her figure was good,
there was no fat on her frame, no wrinkles in her face or hands. One could think that Helen Garlin would be the
last female in the world to need to hire a stud in order to please herself. Even as nine o’clock approached, she was
not quite certain if she intended to go through with the arrangement. It was not until the door chimes startled
her and she had gone to the door to open it and saw the handsome, young - very young - man standing there,
that she made up her mind.
She instantly made up her mind that she was going through with her earlier plans.
One look at the sexy young man and Helen Garlin was hooked. She let him in
wordlessly, noting that he was dressed most fashionably. He smiled, revealing even, white teeth, and stepped past
her as she closed and locked the door. It was only then that she thought to ask his name.
He was the picture of ease, the way he stood there looking at her, not too boldly, certainly not shyly, but with a
strong sexiness that brought a tingling sensation to her crotch. “I’m Jack,” he said simply. “I never tell my last
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Helen managed to smile at him, though her heart was hammering so hard she found it difficult to smile. She ran
her tongue over her dry lips.
“My name is Helen,” she told him, wondering if it was wise to give a stud her name.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I never discuss my clients with anyone.”
Helen took a deep breath and let the air out quickly. “Thank you. I would appreciate if you... did that.” She had
forgotten what she was about to say.
“Please try to relax, Helen. You’ll find it is not really all that traumatic.”
She cleared her throat, knowing she had to say something back to him. “I hate to ask... but how much do your
services... “ She stopped and looked at him, hoping he would supply the answer to her uncompleted query.
He mentioned a figure that did not seem unreasonable, though she had no certain way of knowing whether it
was or not.
“Do you - er - stay with... a... girl... until she is... “ For the life of her she could not get the proper words to come
out of her mouth.
“If necessary, I’ll remain with you all night... until you are satisfied, Helen. If I may say so, I don’t have many
complaints.”
“Would you stay all night with me?” she blurted.
“Yes. The figure is slightly higher for this. I hope you don’t mind. I make my living... “
“I understand,” she said quickly, interrupting him because she didn’t want to discuss money any further.
He glanced about the room. “Your husband?” he inquired without specifying what he meant.
She knew what he was asking. “He’s out of town for the weekend.”
He nodded. “That’s good. Husbands sometimes don’t like people like me.” He smiled easily as he spoke.
“I’ve heard that... some husbands... well, you know,” she said lamely.
“True,” he said as if he understood what she was trying to say. “I’ve been hired... I beg your pardon... engaged by
a few husbands to... take their place... while they are out of town. It seems to work quite well, usually.”
“Really?” Helen found this hard to believe.
He just continued to smile at her.
“Shall we have a drink together, Jack?”
“I don’t drink very much. I’m sure you understand why.”
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She found she could not finish this sentence, either.
“Before we get down to business?” he asked. “Is that what you mean?”
She actually blushed. It felt strange, blushing in front of a strange young man who seemed so at ease, while she, a
much older person, was anything, but at ease. Turning her face away, she walked to the bar and poured herself a
drink, taking note of the way her fingers were trembling. Damn it! Why did she have to appear to be such a clod?
She knew she wasn’t such a dunce, but she was certainly giving him the impression that she was. A drink would
help, perhaps. Maybe two drinks would help more. She had two drinks, her back turned to him during the few
moments it required her to toss them down. Finally, she turned around and smiled at him, feeling much better
about things than before. The drinks had worked instant wonders for her.
“Are you ready to go to bed?” she asked.
He smiled. “Anytime. Would you care to undress in front of me, or would you like me to disrobe in front of you?”
He speaks quite well for a boy, she thought. “I’d like you to undress first,” she said.
“Do you mind if I watch you do it?”
“Not at all,” he said and coughed.
“Oh... I’m sorry... I’ll get the money for you right now.” She had it all ready in her purse and it was the work of but
a moment or two to get it and hand it to him. She didn’t quite meet his gaze when she paid him. She supposed
later that he stuffed the bills in his wallet, but she did not actually see him do this.
“Now,” he said amiably. “If you’ll just sit on the sofa there, I’ll pull off my clothing.” He glanced about quickly.
“The shades are all drawn,” she told him quickly. “No one can see into the house.”
He smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said, sounding more like a mature man, somehow, than a mere boy. More than
likely his considerable poise came from having been with so many women. “I’ll just remove my shirt first.” Actually, he had to take off his jacket first. Then his shirt. He was not wearing anything under the shirt and she stared
at his youthful, but thoroughly masculine chest for what seemed to be a long time. He then removed his shoes
and socks and stripped down his pants. Standing in front of her in only his briefs, he looked at her inquisitively
as if waiting for her to say something.
“You have a nice body,” she heard herself say. Helen’s thighs had become incredibly moist suddenly. “Very nice.”
He came closer to her and stood with his hands on his hips. “Do you wish to feel it before I continue?” he asked
softly.
Her hands were shaking again, damn it. Nevertheless, she was not going to refrain from touching his cock, especially since he had asked her if she wanted to do so.
She reached out her hands, then pulled one back in slight confusion. Then she carefully felt his cock through the
cloth of his briefs.

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“That’s good,” he told her. “It helps to break the ice.”
Good grief, he’s talking to me as if I were a complete jackass, she thought. “It’s not necessary to break the ice,
boy,” she said coolly. “I broke the ice for myself quite some time ago.”
He just smiled at her.
Helen made up her mind to be just as much at ease as he was, if it killed her.
Casually, or at least in a manner she thought was casual, she kicked off her shoes, pulled down her pantyhose,
removing them completely. Off came her blouse and then her skirt. She placed them over the rear of the sofa.
Now, she unhooked her bra, giving him a seductive look as she did so. She kept her tits partially covered with her
hands and arms and then... she pulled down her panties.
“Take your briefs off,” she told him. “I’m ready now.”
He pushed his briefs down his legs and she looked at his slim, long cock. His cock had a very dark look to it,
much darker than the rest of his skin, and for some crazy reason this caused her to breathe much faster. She
knew she had to say something - anything.
“It’s cute,” she said, meaning it’s terrific, but not quite willing to compliment him that much.
“Cute and long,” he said, smiling. “Ten inches, to be exact.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “That’s quite a long one. It doesn’t seem to be ten inches long.
Are you sure?”
He rubbed his prick a few times and it grew before her eyes. “Now it is, or soon will be. It’s not all the way up yet,
Helen.”
Helen Garlin was terribly excited now. She wanted him to get on top of her and... fuck her as roughly as he knew
how. Did she dare to ask him? She did. “Get on top,” she said, her voice trembling. “I want your ten inches in me.”
Her voice actually broke, but she was so agitated now she didn’t care. When he didn’t immediately crawl on top
of her she said, “Didn’t you hear me, Jack? I said get on top of me. I want your cock in me.”
“Will you please me, Helen?” he asked.
She looked up at him dumbfounded. “What did you say?” she asked.
He smiled down at her. “I asked you if you would do something to please me.”
“I guess so. What?”

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“Will you, when you ask for it - will you - er - say the four-letter words?”
Helen swallowed. “Why?”
“It’s something I like to hear from my clients before I climb on top. You don’t have to say it that way. It’s just that
it helps me, later.”
“You mean you want me to beg you to... do it to me? Is that what you mean?”
“Well... just ask me, but use the word.”
Helen swallowed again. “Fuck... me... Jack. Please... fuck me... I need to be fucked by a young boy... terribly.” She
was on the verge of tears now and this, she felt, might be a good thing - it might relax her. Tears often did this for
her.
“That’s the way I like to hear a lady talk,” he said softly. “I like the word ‘fuck.’ “ He smiled and leaning over kissed
her cheek tenderly. “Now, my dear lady, get your cunt ready. My ten inches are coming in. Stay flat on your back
for here comes Jack.”
Why, he’s a poet, she thought. He’s an artist. He’s just wonderful, this kid.
She had no more time to think about this, for ten inches of hard cock had been thrust into her wet cunt and she
was then taken completely and beautifully out of this world for a very long, gratifying time.

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