Chapter 4
When Randy left the storeroom, Dora Lane burst into tears. Never in her life had she done anything so wicked, never had she been so ashamed of herself. She wanted to be a lady, a decent and modest woman. What in the world had possessed her to display her naked pussy to a mere boy, then to play with his penis and make him cum?
She knew the answer, of course. It was that terrible lust, her unending horniness, that had made her do it. Somehow she had to develop better control of herself. She shuddered to think of what would have happened if Dr. McDonald had walked in while she played with Randy's cock. She would surely have lost her job, and, worse, she would have lost the doctor's respect and friendship forever. That was more frightening to her than anything else. She knew it was really the doctor she wanted, not Randy, and that the boy was a mere substitute. If she could only have Dr. McDonald, she'd be perfectly content.
There seemed no chance of it, however. She was too modest, and he was too shy. When Dora went home that night, she mournfully but sternly resigned herself to a loveless life and solitary masturbation. From now on, she swore, she would keep her mind on her work, she would never do anything wicked again. When morning came, however, she found herself just as homy as always. She could have wept with frustration. It was the same old story at work-one look at the doctor, and her pussy grew hot and hungry with need, the crotch of her panties soaked with her juices.
She had to do something about it. In her desperate need, Dora decided to take a terrible chance. She just had to know whether the doctor wanted her or not, whether she stood any chance with him at ail. She'd waited ten years io find out, and she couldn't wait airy longer All day she planned and schemed, and then in late afternoon she found her opportunity.
Dr. McDonald was standing in the operating room, getting the table ready for another animal patient. Fie had sent Dora to the supply room, and as she returned, she made her move. "Oh, Doctor," she said, as she entered the operating room, "I'm not sure if these are the things you wanted."
That got his attention. Then, as she approached him, Dora pretended to trip. McDonald leaped forward to break her fall, and to her great joy and excitement, she felt herself falling into his arms. In a lightning flash of fantasy, she envisioned them both rolling to the floor, his lust overcoming him, imagined him brutally stripping off her panties, fucking her in the rough swift way she wanted so badly.
Unknown to Dora, Dr. McDonald had an almost identical fantasy as he broke her fall. His cock went rigid as he thought of landing on top of her, thrusting himself into her, cumming in her tight hot little hole. He almost growled with horniness as she slumped against him. Even through her sensible tailored suit he could feel the rigid bumps of her nipples and the springy softness of her mons. That alerted him to the fact that Dora could probably feel his sudden erection. Blushing, he steadied her and backed off. She was a lady, and he didn't have the courage to attempt a seduction.
Dora could have wept with frustration. For one brief moment she'd been sure he wanted her. She'd heard his breathing quicken, felt something hard against her belly-but then he thrust her away and turned his back on her. She'd been rejected again.
"I'm sure you have the correct supplies, Miss Lane," he said gruffly. "You always do. Bring in that dog, and let's get on with it."
Dora assisted with the operation, barely keeping back her tears. She was sure now that she could expect no love, no help, from the doctor. He appreciated her efficiency and good work, but he would never be her lover-and more than anything in the world, she needed a lover, needed someone to take care of her awful, unending lust. She didn't know what she was going to do about it, until, just before closing time, the doctor said to her, "Oh, Miss Lane, we're running out of birdseed, and we're getting low on milk for the cats. Have the delivery boy come over, will you? What's his name again?"
"Randy," said Dora. "Randy Jones. I'll call him right away, doctor."
Randy. He might be the answer to her problems. She could never love him the way she loved Dr. McDonald, it was ludicrous even to imagine falling in love with a fourteen-year-old boy-but he was male, he had a penis, and that was what she needed most. Recalling yesterday's encounter, remembering the stiff hard-on the boy had gotten when he looked up her skirt, Dora suspected she'd have no trouble at all seducing him. It was an awful thing to do, really, seducing a virginal boy, but on the other hand, she hardly expected Randy to protest. Would she have the nerve to do it? Her hands sweated and trembled as she dialed the phone and put in her order at the grocery.
Twenty minutes later Randy arrived. Dora was waiting for him in the storeroom, her heart pounding. While she waited for him, her courage began to fail her. She was already hideously embarrassed about the way she'd behaved with him yesterday afternoon, and she wondered what the boy must think of her. Probably he thought she was crazy, or that she was a dirty lecherous old woman. She wondered if she could even face him without blushing.
"Hello, Miss Lane," said Randy, staggering under an enormous bag of birdseed. "Do we store this in the usual place?"
Dora breathed a sigh of relief. The boy seemed perfectly calm and normal, as if he'd forgotten yesterday's embarrassing incident. She was quick to play along. "Yes, Randy, we'll put it on the shelves-only it's going to be quite a job lifting a bag that heavy."
"You're telling me," said Randy.
Dora got the ladder in place, steadied herself on the lowest rung, and reached for the bag, which Randy handed to her. She hadn't raised it very far, however, when the weight proved too much for her. With a shriek she fell from the ladder, landing on the bag of birdseed, which burst and spilled its contents all over the storeroom floor.
"Oh, hell's bells," said Dora, bursting into tears.
Randy didn't reply at once. He was noting the fact that in her fall Dora's skirt had gotten hiked up right to her crotch-only today, to his great disappointment, she was wearing panties. He hurried to help her to her feet.
"Oh, dear, what'll I do?" Dora said miserably. "What a mess. The doctor will be furious."
"Don't worry, Miss Lane," said Randy. "I think we can get it all up with a broom. Let me help."
Randy welcomed the chance to help Dora clean up the mess, because it prolonged his session with her. After yesterday's events-Miss Lane displaying her naked pussy to him and jacking him off, Mrs. Tate letting him play naked with her in bed-he was ready for more adventures, and he hoped that the older ladies on his route felt the same. So far, however, he'd gotten no signals from Dora. She seemed to be her usual prim, aloof self. He knelt on the floor beside her and helped her sweep up the scattered birdseed and put it back in the bag. He contrived to keep brushing against her. Already he felt his young balls twitching with excitement for-he didn't know what. Just some more fun, some more games like yesterday. If only Miss Lane would respond. . . .
Randy didn't know it, but Miss Lane was responding like crazy. Every time he brushed against her, she felt an electric shock of sensual pleasure. The boy's skin was smooth, warm, and it reminded her of the outrageous but thrilling thing she'd done yesterday, taking out his naked little prick and playing with it. She wanted very much to do that again, but her inhibitions and fears held her back. What if Randy didn't want her to do it? What if Dr. McDonald walked in and caught them? She had held her desires in check so long, she didn't know how to unleash them.
Fortunately, Randy had no inhibitions at all. In his total ignorance and inexperience, he thought only of pleasure, not about what the rest of the world might think. He recalled now how much Mrs. Tate had enjoyed it when he played with that little button of flesh she called her "clit", and he wondered if the same thing would work with Miss Lane. He awaited an opportunity, and presently it came. Dora was on her hands and knees, her slender buttocks towards him, and Randy, gathering his courage, quickly slid his hand between her legs, wriggled his fingers under the crotch of her panties, and tickled her moist slit. He had a little trouble rinding her clitoris, because it wasn't as large and prominent as Mrs. Tate's, but when he had the wriggling little shaft of flesh between his fingers, he began to knead and mold it gently, just the way Mrs. Tate had like it. Of course there was every chance that Miss Lane didn't go for that and that she'd turn around and slap him, but he felt it was worth the risk. If he could just get her homy,' make her want to play with him again.... He kept tweaking the fat nub of her clit, praying she'd like it.
For a long moment Dora held absolutely still. At first she was shocked at the boy!s nerve and was searching for the right words to scold him with, but before very many seconds had passed she found herself lapsing into a stupor of pleasure. It had been so long since any man had touched her there, the place she liked to be touched best. Sharp jabs of pleasure ripped through her belly with every touch of Randy's fingers on her highly sensitive clitoris. She felt her cunt suddenly boiling into life, its juices flooding out to wet the boy's probing hand. It felt marvelous, she never wanted it to stop.
"Randy," she said weakly, "that's not nice."
"I don't know why not," said Randy. "It's fun, isn't it?"
A good question. Yes, it was a great deal of fun, more fun than she'd had in twenty years, but that didn't make it right. She was a woman of forty, a decent woman, and here she was on her hands and knees, letting a mere child put his hand inside her panties and play with her genitals. It just wasn't proper. She really ought to make him stop, yet she couldn't bear to have him take his hand away.
"Oh, Randy," she said nervously, "the doctor might come in and see us."
"Then let's go behind that stack of boxes," said Randy.
She hated herself, but she couldn't say no. The boy had gotten her so aroused already, she just couldn't bear for his delicious finger play to stop. Feverishly, shaking with need, Dora crawled behind a tall stack of boxes. Blushing, she slipped off her panties. Randy grinned and came after her. It had been much easier than he'd expected, getting Miss Lane horny. He wondered just how far she'd go. Would he be able to lose his virginity at last? He watched eagerly as the blushing spinster pulled her skirt up to her waist, uncovering her dainty little patch of reddish mons fur. He practically dived into it, in his eagerness to get back to her. Dora gasped as the boy buried his face in her fragrant fur, and then she moaned with hoarse delight when she felt the stiff tip of his tongue on her raw clit. Where in the world had he learned to do such a naughty, delicious thing? She wondered, but right now it didn't matter too much. The point was the pleasure he gave her, the incredible pleasure. . , .
Dora sank down onto the floor, limp and yielding. She knew that it was terribly wrong to permit Randy to iick her clit, but she didn't care. She had to have it. Her slim legs fell wide open, and her whole scarlet slit became puffy and wet with arousal. Oh, God, how she needed this. . . .
She whimpered and moaned without restraint as Randy's wet tongue circled and caressed her fat throbbing clit.
In his eagerness to get at her, Randy had fallen down on his side with his feet towards her face. He remained in this reversed position, his chin rubbing in her soft mons patch, his tongue busy on her clit, his nose rubbing her puffed responsive pink labia. He could feel and see how aroused she was getting-her genital tissues swelling up, her cream pouring out to moisten his face. If that wasn't proof enough, there was her steady shrill cries to tell him that she loved what he was doing. As with Mrs. Tate, he felt a great sense of power. He also felt enormously horny. Unknown to him, his young cock was swelling right before Dora's feverish eyes.
His crotch was only inches away from her hot gaze, and as she stared at it, she saw an unmistakable tight bulge appearing in the boy's jeans. He wanted her, all right-she could see the growing proof. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she watched the swelling of his testicles and the slow but steady fattening and hardening of his penis. She knew she wasn't going to be able to keep her hands off it, so she cheerfully let herself go, reaching out to unzip his fly and liberate his swelling young cock. It popped out at her almost violently, the wrinkled foreskin already drawn back a little to reveal a cherry red glans that oozed pearly drops of fluid. Dora looked at it adoringly. The tiny dark hole of the glans was like an eye staring straight at her. With a homy moan she reached out and began to caress his cock.
Randy shivered with delight as she touched him. His dangerous gamble had worked, he'd gotten Miss Lane to play with his cock again. Yesterday he'd merely thought she was crazy, because all the time she was jacking him off, she'd had that grim look of disapproval. Today he knew better. She was horny, as horny as Mrs. Tate. Her hand gripped his swelling prick hungrily, exploring every inch of it. It felt great. He just hoped the doctor wouldn't walk in and cut their fun short. Randy slid his tongue off her erect burning clit and moved it teasingly through her puffed pink labial folds. Dora writhed with delight.
"Oh, Randy," she whimpered, "that feels so nice. ..."
Feverishly she tugged the boy's jeans down over his tight buttocks so that his whole pelvis was revealed to her. She saw the whole pale length of his immature cock, the bright pink globes of his swollen balls. He was almost hairless, and that appealed to her. Farther back she saw the small light brown pucker of his anus, and even that seemed pure and inviting to her. She wanted to touch him, taste him, all over. She was starved for a male body, starved for touching. Already under his brief and clumsy licking, her pussy had grown red hot, and she was out of her mind with lust. She knew she'd do any crazy thing her instincts suggested. What her instincts suggested right now was that it wasn't enough just to touch him, to run her hand up and down his rigid little dick. Already she wanted more.
Panting, Dora inched closer to the boy, till her nose brushed the sticky tip of his penis. He smelled delicious to her. She seized the pale wrinkled foreskin of his cock and began gently tugging it back, uncovering every bit of the pretty bright red glans. Randy squirmed and sighed. She stared at the glistening cherry-colored flesh, and then her instincts took over again, and she found herself kissing his cock, kissing every bit of it and moving on to his firm throbbing balls. Randy gasped with pleasure as he felt her lips on his testicles, felt her moist breath on his anus. He hadn't realized that even his asshole was a source of erotic pleasure. Everything she did felt great. He had never been so hard in his young life.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he panted, "that feels wonderful. Keep doing it, please. Lick me, like I'm licking you."
Dora blushed beet red. It didn't ssem right to use her tongue on a man's genitals. Yet Randy had a point. He was unselfishly licking her pussy, and it felt fantastic. The least she could do was return the favor. Overcoming her repugnance, Dora stuck out her tongue and placed it on the very tip of his twitching cock. A light salty flavor stung her taste buds, and she found that she liked it very much. She looked down at the pearly droplets of juice leaking from his glans, and then she hungrily lapped them all up. The boy squealed with delight. His excitement added to her own, and she began to run her wet rough tongue swiftly up and down the length of his hard little shaft, down, down, until she was tonguing and tasting his floppy pink balls.
She jammed her face between his legs and ran her tongue all the way back to the bumpy brown mouth of his anus.. Even that tasted good to her as she circled the clenched rim with the wet tip of her tongue, and there was no doubt that Randy enjoyed it, too He squealed and panted with pleasure as she rimmed him, and lubricating juices poured hot and heavy from his glans hole.
Randy made a valiant attempt to keep eating Miss Lane's pussy, but it was difficult. In the first place, he was distracted by the busy motions of her tongue and the blinding pleasure she was giving him. In the second place, so much steamy juice was flowing from her cunt that he was almost drowning in it. Ar. last, with a blissful sigh, he gave up the struggle and rolled over on his back, submitting himself to her hungry mouth. He'd gotten her horny, and that was what counted. Randy still didn't realize that women could cum, too, and that he was leaving her unfulfilled. He only knew that once a woman vas aroused, she did delicious things to you.
Dora very much regretted the retreat of Randy's tongue from her wet famished pussy, but she was too aroused to protest or to stop what she was doing. She wondered at her own crazy urges. Saliva was flooding her mouth as she licked the boy's asshole, balls, and cock. It seemed as if all her life she'd wanted to eat a man, even though consciously she found the idea wicked and repugnant. She simply couldn't get enough of his taste, h's juices. She licked his floppy little balls till they glistened with her spit, and then she raced her tongue hotly up and down his rigid pale shaft. She wriggled the wet tip of her tongue into his gushing glans hole and swallowed his juices as fast as they came. Still it wasn't enough. She wanted to taste much much more of him. With a famished moan she suddenly sucked his whole cock into her mouth.
For a moment Randy was frightened. What if she should bite him? But he quickly saw that her intentions weren't hostile. She sucked his straining young prick all the way back to her throat, taking him in all the way to the root of his cock, till his swollen balls rubbed her chin. She sucked and tickled and tasted his young meat eagerly but gently. Her tongue, slick palate, and drawn-in cheeks created a delicious tight nest for his cock, hot and wet and velvety. Randy felt like his whole pelvis was on fire with sweet lusty heat. It was the most delicious pleasure he'd ever felt in his young life. She sucked his cock faster and faster, as if she were famished and couldn't get enough of it.
"Oh, jeez, YEAH," he whined. "Suck my cock, Miss Lane, yeah, yeah, suck it! Ohhhhhh!"
Dora could well imagine what a ludicrous spectacle she would present to anyone who might walk in and discover them-a skinny, middle-aged woman with her bare ass in the air, noisily and crazily sucking a young boy's penis. She was beyond caring, however. She knew just what she wanted now. She wanted more of his delicious juices, as much as she could get, and that meant, blowing him, making him cum in her mouth. It was a strange thing-her old lover Henry had asked her to do that to him once, and she had been outraged, telling him it was a filthy and unnatural thing to do. Now, with Randy, she felt nothing of the sort. She was hungry for his meat, eager for the flood of his cum. She sucked him faster and faster, making an obscene slurping noise, her overabundant saliva running down his shaft. The boy wailed with pleasure, and she knew she was very close to her goal.
Randy felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the signal that he was about to shoot his load. For a moment he was frightened. Surely Miss Lane didn't want all that gunk in her mouth? Trying desperately to stave off his climax, he said nervously, "Miss Lane, hey, slow down-I think I'm gonna CUM!"
She never slackened her efforts. She just went on sucking his meat, faster and hotter than ever. There was nothing more Randy could do. He'd warned her, and now he simply couldn't hold back any longer. With a moan of sharp pleasure, he let go, and his young balls clenched violently and released their load. Hot cum shot up the length of his stiff rod and exploded into Dora's mouth, burst after eager burst. He heard her gurgle excitedly, felt "her lapping up every drop of his stuff, rolling it on her tongue, and swallowing it. Shit, she liked it. . . . Randy couldn't figure it out, but he sure wasn't knocking it.
His limp cock was just slipping from her lips when they heard the door open, then Dr. McDonald's voice. "Miss Lane, are you here? Has that order come yet?"
Randy and Dora jerked away from each other and hastily tugged on their clothes. "Yes, Doctor," Dora called out, "we're putting it away now."
Dr. McDonald squinted, but all he could see was a stack of cardboard boxes. The storeroom was getting very crowded. He'd have to clean it up someday. "Very well, Miss Lane," he said. "As soon as you're finished, I want you to type some letters."
Dora sighed. It was going to be hell trying to type when she was so horny. Randy was well taken care of-grinning and strutting like a young rooster-but her pussy was as aching and hungry as ever. Somehow, somewhere, there had to be a solution to her problem.