Chapter 10

A delicious calm covered the entire house; birds were singing what must have been songs of love and a gentle breeze wafted in all the sweet odors from the garden which gently enveloped the magnificent bodies resting after the arduous embraces of love...

"Richard isn't home? Well, could you give me the keys to the studio so that I can wait for him there? Ah, thank you; and how are the children?"

"Oh, as well as can be hoped for, Miss Mary. But it's been a long time since we've seen you last; and what theater are you at now?"

"I've just come back from a European tour, and we're opening in town tomorrow. If you like I'll have some tickets sent to you."

"Oh, that's most kind of you. Thank you, thank you. But most of all it's Richard who will be happy to see you. You know; he's my very nicest tenant."

"I have no doubt of that. Well, I'll go on to the studio and wait. We'll be seeing each other again."

Mary, who we have already seen briefly, opened the studio door and went in, threw her coat on a chair and went back to close the door. Just as she was about to do so she spied a young boy staring in from the street, admiring all the wonderful things in the interior.

"Well, do you find it beautiful, boy?"

"Oh yes Miss, I wish that I could do things like that."

"Perhaps the time will come, you never know. Why don't you come in if you like."

"Oh, I'd love that Miss."

Without paying any further attention to the boy, Mary proceeded to make herself comfortable, that is she removed her blouse and began to comb her hair.

As for the boy, he could have used a dozen eyes to admire all that he saw.

"Oh, it's all so beautiful.. . "

"It is, isn't it," replied Mary, still combing her hair.

"Yes, it's all so beautiful, and there are so many beautiful women too, so many."

"As for them, there are a good many." As she said so she turned about, having finished resetting her hair, and remarked that the boy was staring at her.

"Well, I suppose you want to be a painter. Can you draw?"

"Yes Miss, I know how to sketch flowers in ink."

"That's very good indeed."

And Mary burst out laughing. She sat down on the couch and stopped laughing, as she looked at the boy more carefully.

"Come here and let's have a look at you. Do you know that you are quite beautiful, as a matter-of-fact you do have a face that might turn into that of an artist's. Here come closer; next to me. There, that's better; don't be afraid, I won't eat you. What's your name?"

"My name's Dean..."

"So your name's Dean. That's a pretty name." And to herself, "That reminds me of my first lover, but that's such a long time ago now.. . "

Again she scrutinized him-he was truly beautiful. His eyes were dark, his hair curly and blond and his skin was all pink and fresh.. .

"I'm sixteen and I stopped going to school just eight days ago."

"You're sixteen-why you're almost a grown man."

His pretty face made him look younger, but his body was already that of someone much older. "And what will you do Dean?"

"I want to be a painter and do beautiful things like those and beautiful women too."

"My word, you already feel the desire to paint nudes, well, well, well.. . "

Laughing, Mary noticed that the boy was staring at the cleft of bare flesh visible at the edges of her bras.

What was the boy thinking? She talked to him about everything and nothing and acting as if she were engrossed in the conversation she let slip, as if it were an un-noticed accident, the strap of her bras, thus exposing one of her magnificent breasts. The boy's stare was one filled with admiration.

"What are you staring at in that way?"

"Oh, it's so beautiful, so..."

'What's beautiful my pretty one? What is..."

"That is; it's so white and..."

"Oh that? So you find that beautiful, do you?"

"Oh, yes..."

Gathering up all his courage, Dean began to caress the rosy nipple. At that, Mary undid the other strap of her bra and flipped out the second voluptuous tit., .

"Oh, how well you do that. It's soft isn't it?"

Encouraged by this, the boy began to suck and lick at the tit thus offered to him.

"Go ahead and kiss it, yes that's it, take the little bud in between your little lips and suck, now don't bite, oh yes, suck, oh, that's so good, now do the other, go, oh baby, suck..."

Swelling out her breast, Mary pushed her other tit into the kid's face.

"Go to it baby, suck away, suck..

As the young boy continued his labor, Mary began undoing her skirt and girdle.

"Oh, you're really good at it, you little curie. Stop a moment and get up."

Getting up quickly, she slipped out of her skirt and girdle and stood completely naked before the gaping boy...

"There you are baby, now kiss me all over.. . "

Dean did not have to be asked twice. He began kissing her thighs, belly, and so on...Then spreading her legs, Mary uncovered for him a pretty red slit winking from between her thighs. Dean, guided by his awakening male instinct, immediately buried a finger in the love bush and then found the entrance of the slit.. .

"That's it baby, go and tickle your little fingers; a little higher, now just a little lower, oh, that's it..."

Instinctively, Dean stops fingering her cunt and gets down on it.

"Oh yes, baby stick your tongue in. Lick, lick...go..."

like many lesbians, Mary's clitoris was overdeveloped, and now as it was erect it resembled a small penis. Meeting up with this hard bit of meat, Dean grabbed it between his lips and began to suck on it.. .

"Oh, my little baby, baby, suck, suck...oh, not so hard...oh yes, ah, ah, more, more . .

She came like a ball of fire and the little mouth kept sucking, licking up the bitter sweet juices dripping from her cunt.

"Yes...yes...yes...oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, suck Deany, suck...take it all, all, bite, do anything...aaaaah..."

She had closed her eyes and her breasts were heavy like a ship on heavy seas...

Oh yes, yes, Dean keep on sucking, suck you little angel, suck.. . "

The sucking action between her thighs began getting slower and slower; little ol' Dean was tired. . .

"Stop honey, that's it, stop my little baby, you're so tired, oh, stop..."

Gasping for air, Dean buried his head against her sweaty flesh; it was only after a long moment that he was able to raise his head and give her a happy smile.

"Oh, it was good baby. Boy, can you suck. It was really good, you know..."

The boy could only smile in answer.

"Here, now I'm going to do something. You just wait.. . "

And Mary unbuttoned the boy's pants which she then slipped down to the ground. Dean stood there, exhibiting his little pink pecker. Mary took it in hand and gave a few jabs at his little balls hanging down like two cherries.

"Now wait. Here, come here and place yourself between my thighs. Yes, like that, and now come further forward between my thighs..."

Mary had spread wide her legs and moved her rear to the very edge of the couch, and as it was very low as most couches are, the boy in following her instructions, now stood planted against her satiny belly. The only trouble was that the little pecker was in no condition to go anyplace.

"Hold everything baby. Here, get up on the couch, here, next to me. Yes, on your feet."

Standing on the couch as he was, his little family jewels dangled in front of Mary's face, and all she had to do was stick out her lips in order to suck them into her mouth-which she did with a slow slurp. Dean, all happiness, let her have her way. But soon, the little pecker began swelling in Mary's suction-cup mouth, till only its rosy tip remained in that hot furnace. Mary continued her efforts a bit longer, nonetheless, before taking up her position at the edge of the couch with her thighs spread wide; only then did she let go of the boy's pecker.

"Quick now, get between my legs like before."

The kid didn't wait to be asked twice; he hopped down and placed himself between her thighs, pushing up against her blonde bush (for Mary was as blonde as the ripe wheat in July), by instinct he pointed his little tool in the right direction, but being without practice Mary helped guide his pecker into her cunt. Oh, it was so that the little cherub experienced his first great joy. Mary crossed her legs behind him and began grinding in and out, keeping his tough little cock a prisoner in her love cave. Then she drew near the little blonde head and placed her mouth against his, sticking her tongue into his mouth and twining it around his.

Sucked upon on high, and squeezed upon below, Dean enjoyed a moment of complete happiness. He pressed his belly against Mary's and felt her hard nipples against his skin...

Suddenly, Dean felt his pecker swell and swell some more, so much so that he thought that its head was going to burst inside the hot furnace of her cunt. His eyes closed as he shot his dribble of come juice, and on feeling it inside of her, Mary came as well. She crushed the little cherub against her chest with all her might. Done in, he let his head roll against her lovely tits. Mary looked down at him and smiled. Finally Dean opened his eyes and smiled up at Mary in turn.

"Well baby? was it good?"

"And howl Oh yes, yes. It's so good...Couldn't we do it again, it was so good?"

"What! More! Well, baby, you want to start again? Right away?"

"Oh yes, right away, now...I want more, more, more..."

"Let's have a look at your pecker, and see if he wants some more right away..."

Slipping her hand down below the boy's balls she felt them, and discovered that in fact they were still sufficiently swollen; however, his little dong was slipping out of her sticky hole, having returned to its original size.

"My poor little honey. Get on the couch again, like you did before. No wait-first come and lick clean my pussy. Get down on your knees. Yes, that's it!"

Spreading wide her thighs, she put her cunt, dripping with come juice, up against Dean's waiting mouth.

"There, my little fucker, suck away, suck my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, suck honey. Oh, oh, go to it you little fish..."

Dean had listened carefully to these instructions, and following them to the letter he had gotten down lower and had sucked and licked till he had cleaned all the sperm and love juice out of her lovely cunt. When he had licked the plate dry he got up and climbed on the couch, next to Mary.

"No wait, not like that. Straddle my chest, so that one of my nipples tickles your ass-hole. Yes, that's it; now wait and see how good this is going to be..."

Mary had stretched herself out on her back, placing several pillows beneath her head, as for Dean he was in place waiting with his pecker pointing at Mary's big mouth. Mary lost no time in grabbing up the little dong and placing her hands on either cheek of his ass she jammed his parts up against her face. For a long time Mary slurped away before the little pecker decided to get stiff again. She doubled her efforts and soon the little ding-dong gave a jerk or two and began to swell, suddenly a jet of hot sperm flooded her throat which she gulped down with relish. Little Dean closed his eyes once again lost in a revery of cunts and coming. After a moment he came back to himself and opened two dark ringed eyes filled with gratitude.

"Well baby, was that good; are you happy now?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes, it was wonderful. When are we going to begin again?"

"You've really taken to this, haven't you, you little devil?"

"Yes! yes, it's so good...good . .

"Give me a kiss, baby. Now get dressed quickly. Do you want me to help you? No? okay, but hurry."

Mary too dressed herself quickly.

When they were both dressed, Mary crushed Dean against her and kissed him on the mouth. Then, opening her handbag, she drew out some money from her purse and handed it to him. Dean refused to take the money.

"No, I can't, I love you too much. I don't want anything."

"How's that, you don't want anything! Come on, take it anyway, and buy yourself something. Go ahead and take it. I love you too; here give us another kiss-there. Now you'll have to go home, but be sure not to tell anyone, do you understand?"

"Oh no, I won't tell anything because I want to do it again."

"Yes, that's right honey; now go...go..."

"So long..."

"Goodbye, Dean honey.. . "

Once the door closed, Mary straightened out the sofa, and looked about quickly, making sure that nothing was out of place or could give away her little adventure; then she went out locking the door behind her.

She returned the key to the porter's wife.

"Richard hasn't come back yet, so I'll take a short walk and come back in about a half an hour."