Chapter 2
At fourteen Randy Jones had met a lot of women, but he was still pretty ignorant. A handsome blond boy, his work as a delivery boy took him into many homes and offices, and he couldn't help noticing that some of his female customers looked at him in a very peculiar manner. Sometimes he wondered just what they meant by it. Randy was eager to explore all the mysteries of sex, but it never occurred to him that some of his older female customers might have the same thing in mind. He confined his efforts to girls his own age, and so far he'd met with a steady string of defeats. He'd done a lot of kissing and fondling, had even touched a few bare tits, but he'd come nowhere near losing his virginity. Sometimes it made him very impatient. Why did girls have to be so silly about it? Why wouldn't they let him go all the way? His horniness got so bad at times, he had to find a private place and jack off. It just didn't seem right, and yet he didn't know what to do about it.
When he came into Dr. McDonald's storeroom, he saw that the skinny old maid, Miss Lane, was looking kind of funny. Her hair was a little disheveled, and she was blushing almost purple.
Randy couldn't figure out what would make her look like that. It was a funny thing, but this had happened to him more than once, with Miss Lane and other middle-aged women customers. They all knew him well and knew just what time he arrived with their order, so he usually didn't knock, just walked right into their kitchen or supply room, wherever he usually made his delivery. Several times he'd caught women looking like Miss Lane-surprised, embarrassed, mussed up. He wondered what caused it.
"Oh, hello, Randy," said Dora, stammering a little. "You're just a bit early today, aren't you?" "Nope," said Randy, "I don't think so. Nine-thirty, just like always, Miss Lane."
Dora blushed again. The boy was right, he was always on time. She really was getting careless. Before starting to beat off, she should have remembered the delivery boy was due. God, if he'd seen her.. .. She trembled to think of the scandal, the shame, if Randy had caught her with her hand in her panties, frigging herself. She really must be more careful in the future.
"Very well, Randy," she said, coming toward him. "Perhaps you'll help me store these things."
"Sure, Miss Lane," said Randy.
Dora got a ladder and leaned it up against the shelves. The new pet food had to be stored on the highest shelf, and usually Randy assisted her with this. As she put the ladder in place, she happened to brush against the boy, and a very strange thing happened. An excited sensation ripped through her body, and she found herself blushing and staring at Randy. It was odd, but she'd never noticed before how handsome the boy was, or how much he'd grown in the two years she'd known him. When they first met, he was just a child, but now . . . Helplessly Dora allowed her feverish eyes to run over his body. He was getting tall, almost as tall as she was, and his shoulders and arms were filling out, becoming muscular and manly. His voice was still a transitional croak, his face a little childish, but his body was definitely maturing at a rapid rate. In spite of herself she let her eyes drop to his crotch. The tight jeans outlined a small bulge right where his cock ought to be. My goodness, did the boy have an erection? The moment she thought of it, Dora felt her burning pussy release another flood of cream. Was it possible for a fourteen-year-old boy to get a hard-on? Was Randy at all experienced with girls? She didn't know. She only knew that the idea excited her powerfully, that she was having a hard time tearing her eyes away from that suspicious little bulge in his fly.
"You want me to climb the ladder, Miss Lane?" the boy said.
Dora jumped and blushed. She'd done it again, let her lusty thoughts distract her from her duties. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. Why, Randy was hardly more than a child. It was wicked of her to get excited about him. She was old enough to be his mother. Yet she couldn't stop thinking of his young cock. How big was it? Did it get hard? Had he ever made it with a girl before? Suddenly Dora had a very naughty idea.
It made her blush hotly to think of it, but she just couldn't help herself. Randy had interrupted her just when she was about to bring herself off, and her crazy lust, was at its height. It distorted her thoughts, quieted the normally strong voice of her conscience. She wanted to find out just how much Randy knew about sex, just how interested he was. She wouldn't do anything blatant, but she just had to know.
"I'll climb the ladder this time, Randy," she said pleasantly. "I guess it's about my turn. You can hand the bags up to me."
"Okay, Miss Lane," Randy said politely. The customer was always right. If Miss Lane wanted to climb the ladder, let her climb the fucking ladder. Randy just wanted to complete his route so he could go home and enjoy his Saturday like any other boy.
There was a metallic clatter, and Dora said hastily, "Oh, dear, silly me, I've dropped my earring. Did you see where it went, Randy?"
Randy stifled a sigh of impatience. Women! They were always dropping things. He wanted to get on with his route, but he knew he had to humor Miss Lane. She and Dr. McDonald were two his most important customers. He got down on one floor and started looking for the earring.
As soon as his back was turned, the blushing Dora hastily whipped off her panties and "stuck them in the pocket of her suit jacket. She knew that she was doing an insane, wicked thing, but it excited her greatly. Even the touch of cool air on her bare pussy was enough to send her into another spasm of hot lust. Soon she would know exactly row the handsome young delivery boy felt about sex. . . .
Randy discovered the earring under a stool. He retrieved it, rose, and handed it to Miss Lane. She was blushing furiously again. Christ, he'd like to know what made women do that. "Thank you very much, Randy," she said nervously, avoiding his eyes.
"Now we'll get on with our work."
She began to mount the ladder, and Randy started unloading bags of dog food from the grocery sacks. With his back turned, he didn't notice that Miss Lane was trembling and blushing even redder than before. In fact he wasn't even thinking about her. He was thinking about last night, when he'd taken his girlfriend Cindy to the movies, and about how he'd managed to get his hand under her skirt at last. He'd been dating Cindy for weeks, it seemed, and she'd hardly let him touch her. Last night in the darkness of the theater, he'd set his hand on her knee, and when she didn't push it away, he'd moved upward, ever so slowly and cautiously, till his whole hand was under her short skirt. Cindy was so absorbed in the movie that she didn't seem to notice what he was doing. He'd just touched the lacy fringe of her panties, just approached the moist heat between her legs, when she suddenly squeaked and jerked his hand away. Damn. He wanted so much to touch a real pussy, to find out what it was like. "I'm waiting, Randy," said Miss Lane. "Oh, sorry," he said.
Randy hefted one of the big sacks of dog food and turned to hand it up to Miss Lane. His eyes naturally traveled over her, and then he did a doubletake. He couldn't believe it at first, but a second glance assured him that he hadn't been mistaken. Miss Lane was standing several feet above him on the ladder, and she wasn't wearing any panties.
He almost dropped the dog food. His heart stopped beating, and he felt a strange excited tightness in his young balls and cock. This was just too good to be true. He mustn't foul up this golden opportunity. He struggled to look calm, to pretend he hadn't noticed anything unusual. He raised the bag of dog food to Miss Lane, and as he did so, he had another glance up her skirt. Sure enough, she was bare.
While Dora stowed away the heavy bag, Randy got an eyeful. It was the first time he'd looked between a woman's legs, and he made the most of his chance. As luck would have it, Dora was standing with her legs fairly wide apart, and he could see just about everything. There was the small brown wrinkle of her anus, identical to his own and of no particular interest. Farther on, however, he ran into mysterious unexplored territory- She was so incredibly different from him. No balls, no cock, just a lot of scarlet convoluted flesh. Delicate red folds, lightly fringed with auburn hair, protected the secret places of her body, although Randy thought he could detect a small shadowed hole at her very center. It glistened with moisture and seemed to quake a little. That must be her "cunt"-or so the older boys referred to it. Randy knew that this was where a guy was supposed to put his cock. He imagined thrusting himself into that tiny wet sheath, and the idea excited him sharply. He felt his young prick going stiff and ready in his jeans. Damn it all, it seemed as if he always had a hard-on, which was a real handicap when he had to meet the public. He wished he could get his mind on other things, but it was impossible with Miss Lane standing right above him, her whole naked pussy displayed to his eager eyes.
"I'm ready for the next bag, Randy," she said.
"Uh?" he said, startled. "Oh, yeah, sorry."
He hefted another bag of dog food, and he found his hands sweaty and trembling. Man, oh, man, he wished he had a hundred bags of the stuff to hand to her, so he could prolong this wicked and exciting moment. Miss Lane seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening. She didn't seem to notice that he kept gawking up her skirt. He looked and looked at the hairfringed scarlet flesh of her pussy, and he wished desperately that he could touch her there.
Unknown to Randy, Dora Lane was just as excited as he was. She saw that he'd taken the bait, that he'd noticed her lack of panties, and that he couldn't keep his wide blue eyes off her snatch. His feverish gaze seemed to burn into her flesh, and she felt more stinging pussy juice trickling down her legs. She spread her thighs a little more, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy's mouth drop open in wonder. He was getting a good look, all right, and he was very interested. She wondered just how interested he was. . . .
"Another bag, please, Randy," she said mercilessly.
He gave a loud sigh and tore his eyes away from the spectacle under her skirt. As he handed the bag up to her, she saw that he was red with horniness. Dora had the same problem herself. She was so hot and sweaty and shaky with lust that she could hardly keep her balance on the ladder. Somehow she and Randy managed to store all the dog food, and then she reluctantly climbed down, wondering where she could go from here. She desperately wanted to keep the boy with her, to continue her wicked and exciting game, but she didn't know what else to do to interest him. Fortunately for Dora, an unforeseen accident solved her problem. As she stepped down from the ladder, the hem or her skirt caught on a rough spot, raising the garment right up to her waist. She stood there before the gawking boy, her whole lower belly revealed, and she blushed furiously. She certainly hadn't meant to be so blatant.
"Oh, dear," she said wonderingly. Randy stared at her pale belly, her prettily rounded hips, and the orange puff of her mons fur.
He felt his cock twitching with eagerness in his jeans, his balls going tight and plump. Miss Lane turned deep red and snatched at her skirt, quickly covering herself up. "Oh, dear," she said again.
Randy noticed that she was gawking at his crotch. He looked at it, too, and saw to his mortification that his fly was grotesquely tented in an obvious erection. Oh, shit, she couldn't miss that. He blushed just as hard as she did.
"Why, Randy," she said reprovingly, "I'm amazed. Really, that's quite indecent."
He tried to bull his way out of it. "What is, Miss Lane?" he said innocently.
"Why-why-THAT," she said, pointing accusingly at the fat little bulge of his crotch. "That shows where your mind is, young man."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Lane," he said desperately.
She stalked toward him. "Don't lie to me, Randy. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You may not be an adult, but you're not a child any more, either."
Dora's heart pounded. Her words were harsh, but inside she felt wild excitement. Randy's helpless hard-on had given her an opportunity she hadn't expected. Suddenly she wanted to look at him, touch him. She knew now that the boy was capable of sexual feeling, even at the tender age of fourteen. Was he capable of performing, too? She just had to know.
She seized the tab of his zipper, pulled it down smartly, and Randy's young penis popped right out, relieved of its tight confinement. For a very long moment Dora and Randy just stared at it. His half-grown organ wasn't adult size yet, but it was getting there. A good five inches long, it was slender but very stiff, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His pubic hair was sparse, his young pink testicles almost naked, and this appealed to Dora very much. He looked pure, virginal, and delicious to her. She remembered Henry, her only lover, and how hairy he'd been. Randy seemed much nicer, more tempting to touch. He wasn't circumcised, and his small cock ended in a cute pale wrinkled point. Dora felt saliva pooling in her mouth as she thought of kissing that adorable little prick of his, tasting it, running her hungry tongue over it. .. .
"That's what I mean, young man," she said sternly as they both contemplated his undeniably hard penis. "You looked up my skirt, and THIS is what happened!"
Randy found it pretty hard to deny. How else could he account for his cock standing right up like an accusing finger? He swallowed hard, turned red, and took refuge in silence. Jesus, he hoped Miss Lane wouldn't complain to his boss. He prayed she'd just let him go with a reprimand. . . . But she didn't. Instead she suddenly seized his hot stiff young peter in her thin sweaty hand: Randy gasped as she curled her fingers around it. Man, that felt nice. . . .
"What do you have to say about this, young man?" she said. "Just what is the meaning of this?" It was all she could do to keep her voice harsh. Her palm seemed to burn from contact with his smooth little organ. The skin was deliciously silky and soft, but Randy's prick was hard and throbbing as she held it. Eager juices flowed steadily from her aroused pussy as she felt the half-grown tool twitching in her hand. It had been so long, twenty years in fact, since she'd touched a cock.
"Please, Miss Lane," Randy said miserably, "I just couldn't help it. It's not always something a guy can control."
"Indeed?" Dora said sternly. "I find that hard to believe. I think you had wicked thoughts when my skirt caught on the ladder."
"Oh, no, ma'am," Randy said hastily, "it happened long before that." Then he blushed. Dummy, he'd given the whole thing away.
"Just what do you mean?" Dora said. She gave his rampant little cock a stern tug, and she trembled as she felt his juices wetting her palm. Oh, God, she just had to keep on talking to him, keep his adorable little prick in her grasp. "You'd better explain, Randy, or I'm going to be very angry."
There seemed to be no way out of it. He certainly didn't want to make her any more upset than she was. "Well, ma'am," he said, blushing, "the fact is, when you were on the ladder, I could see up your skirt. That's when it happened."
Dora blushed, too, but with excitement, not embarrassment. It thrilled her to think of the boy gawking at her exposed slit. "What did you see when you looked up my skirt?" she said.
Randy turned even redder, if that was possible. "I, uh, I-" he stammered.
"Tell me," Dora said, "Or else."
"I, uh, saw your pussy," he said at last.
"I see." Dora's voice was cold, but inside she seethed with lust. The boy had seen everything, all her private places, and he'd gotten a hard-on for her. Maybe she wasn't over the hill after all. She just wondered how much he was capable of, what he could do to help satisfy her terrible lust. "Well,
Randy," she said, not letting go of his fat, hard little peter, "that was very naughty of you, but I suppose you're no more naughty than the next boy. How old are you, anyhow?"
"Fourteen, Miss Lane," he said, his voice squeaking.
Dora shook her head. "Only fourteen. And yet you're capable of-of this." They both looked down at his fierce erection, Randy with embarrassment and Dora with ill-concealed hunger. "Have you actually done it with a girl yet, Randy?" she said.
"Oh no, Ma'am," he said. "Not that."
He was only fourteen and a virgin. She really had no business enticing him like this. She was acting like a dirty old woman. If he'd been just a little older, if he'd had a few girls already, she wouldn't have felt so guilty about it-but she was too old, too much a lady to corrupt his innocence. Yet she found she couldn't bear to let go of his prick. It snuggled hotly in her hand, and she couldn't resist the urge to pet and stroke it. She licked her lips and moaned softly, and in spite of her better judgment, she began to run her fist up and down the silky length of his shaft. Randy shivered with sudden pleasure. It felt really nice to have Miss Lane pet his cock. No girl had done that to him before. He glanced quickly at her and found her face still stern and accusing. It didn't seem like she was enjoying herself, so what the hell was she doing it for?
"Wicked."
"WTicked," she said, "naughty." There was an odd glazed look in her eyes, as if she didn't even see him. Her hand worked steadily up and down the throbbing length of his meat, and her whole slender body was starting to flush a mottled pink as she grew more and more aroused. She didn't even hear her own babbling words. "You're a very bad boy, Randy," she said, tightening her grip on his rigid little cock. She told herself it was wrong, that she should leave the boy alone, but she just couldn't release him. She need a man so badly....
Randy didn't know whether to escape or submit. It felt wonderful to have his horny cock pumped in her smooth busy hand, and he was aching for release, but there was something very strange about Miss Lane's behavior. She acted as if she were in some kind of trance. She was staring straight ahead, babbling to herself, and her hand kept moving faster and faster up and down his cock. He'd known Miss Lane for a couple of years now, and she'd always been cool and distant, never like this. Randy finally decided that no matter how good it felt, he'd better split. Miss Lane was out of ber skull, doing a thing like this. Dr. McDonald might walk in at any moment.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He was about to pull away from her, when he felt a sudden excited clenching sensation in his balls, a sure sign that he was about to cum. "Miss Lane," he said, "look out.
I-"
He got no farther. He closed his eyes and sighed blissfully as he felt his cum rushing out. Dora gasped as her hand was flooded with the stuff, and she dropped his cock like a hot potato. Randy went on squirting, hitting her right in the face. For a moment she looked shocked and angry-and then, with an ecstatic smile, she began licking her lips.