Chapter 10

At six sharp, Ella rang the bell with Bobby by her side, bag in hand.

Kay Rouston was ready and waiting for them. At least for Bobby. Her smile was wide and her greeting cordial when she answered the door. "Come in ... come in, Ella."

"I really have to run, Kay. But thank you so much for everything."

"That's quite all right," she said, putting an arm around Bobby and pulling him against her. "I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together ... won't we, Bobby?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the boy replied, smiling at her.

Ella gave Bobby a motherly kiss on the forehead and she was gone.

Kay ushered Bobby into the living room of the suite where a lavish dinner was already laid out.

"Are you hungry, Bobby?"

"Yes, Mrs. Rouston."

"Kay," she said, squeezing the boy against her breast again before seating him at the table. "Call me Kay. We're going to be great friends."

The dinner went well, with Bobby playing his role all the way; even when the older woman kept returning the conversation to the girls Bobby already knew and eventually to the fictitious story of the chambermaid. He managed to blush enough at the mention of that episode to scare her away from it.

Dinner over, she suggested television. The TV was in the bedroom.

"That's where I always end up anyway," Kay said, laughing. "You just sit down there on the sofa and make yourself comfortable. I'll fix us a toddy. Something special."

She moved to a bar at the far end of the room. Bobby watched her move. She looked much better in the dim lights than she had in the harsh glare of sunlight. She wore a filmy peignoir outfit that was as transparent as it was expensive. It was carefully tailored to outline all the good points in her body.

Small talk filled the next hour, with the woman making no moves at all. At first, Bobby was anxious. He wanted something to happen right away. He even had the beginnings of a hard-on in anticipation. But as the evening wore on and nothing happened, he started to get bored.

Kay seemed to sense his restlessness and decided to do something. "Do you think it's warm in her, Bobby?"

"Huh ... oh, yeah, I guess so."

"Why don't you take off your sweater."

"Okay," he said, slipping the sweater over his head. The T-shirt he wore came with it. He started to pull it back down, but she grabbed it and pulled it over his head.

"You might as well leave that off too," she said, rising and crossing to a light dimmer above the television. She lowered the room lights until the atmosphere took on an aura of other-worldliness. She carefully slipped out of the filmy peignoir. The soft light flowed through the negligee, accentuating her breasts. It shadowed the remainder of her body so that Bobby couldn't really tell what it was like.

"You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable, too, do you, Bobby?"

"No ... not at all."

"You have a very nice body, Bobby," she said, "so young and firm." She touched his shoulder and squeezed it. "I wish I were that firm."

"You almost are," he said, returning the squeeze on her shoulder.

"Don't those pants hurt you, Bobby?" she said, dropping her hand to his Levi-enclosed thigh.

"Why?"

"Because they're so tight. Especially there." She touched his crotch and his body shivered. "They look like they may split open."

"They only hurt when I ... when I ..." he stammered.

"When you get hard down there?" she said, darting her hand between his legs and deliberately running it over the bulge in his pants.

"Yeah ... that's when it hurts."

She continued her manipulations. Her fingers kept rolling around and over his cock through his pants. Then things began to happen. There was a hardening and a changing of shape and a shiver passed through the boy's body.

"Is it starting to hurt now?"

"Yeah .. yeah, it is."

"It's all stuffed up in there. Do you want me to stop, Bobby? I will if you want me to."

"A ... no, I guess it's all right." His knees began to strain outward as he pushed his crotch into her fondling hands. The outline of his cock grew longer and larger, as did her eyes.

"Do you like making little boys feel good?" he asked finally, his voice cracking.

"Does it feel real good?"

"Oh yes ... I like it," Bobby said, barely able to hold himself back from vaulting between her legs and ramming his cock toward the fur mat he could see outlined through the thin material.

"Slide over closer to me," she said, "where your legs can spread out."

The boy hesitated, as if he were still a little embarrassed about what they were doing. When she took her hand away, he soon squirmed around to do as she had asked. When he was sitting beside her, the strain in his jeans relaxed and his cock was able to thrust outward, giving the woman more to play with.

"Poor dear," Kay cooed. "Let's make it feel even better." Her fingers slid in under his waistband and deftly popped the button and dropped the zipper. His cock sprang forward. "Now, we'll just uncover ... oh my God, Bobby!"

"Huh?"

"You're quite the little man!"

"Do you like my cock?"

"I love it! It's good enough to eat. You have beautiful, firm body."

Bobby could stand it no longer. "Can I feel you, too?"

"Of course, Bobby. Here, feel my breasts. Don't be afraid. There, that's it. Squeeze them! Harder! Oh no, Bobby, much harder. Now, kiss them! Ahhh, that feels good, Bobby ... your tongue on my nipple. Does that excite you?"

"Oh yes," he said, the tip of his tongue running around her exposed nipple.

"Just stand very still, Bobby. I'm going to take all your clothes off."

Bobby watched s she removed his clothes piece by piece. As she removed them, Kay stroked his inner thighs, the tender crease between his ass-cheeks, then his balls and his cock.

Bobby's hands flew to her body. He started pulling the gown from her.

"Wait, Bobby ... please wait!"

"Huh?"

"This should be done very slowly and gently. Now, Bobby, take off my gown. That's it, slip it very gently down across my body."

He obeyed until the filmy garment rested in a heap around the older woman's fee.

"Now, Bobby, kiss me here, very gently. That's it. Now spread my legs. There, now kiss me harder. Harder, Bobby, harder! Now faster with your tongue. Put your tongue up between the lips. That's it Bobby! Do you know what you're doing to me, honey?"

"I'm ... I'm ... I'm eating your pussy."

"That's right ... yes, Bobby, yes ... you're eating my cunt. Suck on it, my little lover! SUCK MY PUSSY!"

The young boy's head was now completely buried between the older woman's thighs. His jaws pumped away, up and down, as he sucked the woman's cunt. Suddenly, Kay's body jerked in a convulsive spasm of pleasure.

She fell to the floor, pulling the boy's head between her thighs as she moved. "Keep sucking, Bobby, bring me off good. Bring me off all the way with your mouth first!"

Again, Bobby parted her full thighs. His tongue gently parted the fleshy cunt-lips and searched for her clit. He knew he found it when he heard her gasp.

"Oh, what a lover you are, Bobby! What a wonderful young lover you are!"

She uttered little groans, with her head thrown far back. Her hands clawed with fury at the carpet around her. Then her back began to arch and her body began squirming in passion.

"Now, Bobby ... now! That's enough with your mouth," she shouted, clawing at his shoulders with her hands. "Do it with your cock now! Give me your prick! Shove it up my cunt, in my mouth, up my asshole! Do anything you want, Bobby! Oh, just fuck me ... fuck me with your cock ... FUCK ME!"