Chapter 5
A week passed, during which Randy squirmed at his desk in school and daydreamed of another session with Miss Lane. When the weekend came and he returned to his job, however, he was disappointed to find that there were no orders from Dr. McDonald. That wasn't unusual-the doctor ordered his supplies in bulk every few weeks-but it meant that Randy wouldn't be seeing Miss Lane that weekend. He was bitterly disappointed, and his chronic horniness seemed to be worse than usual. He set out on his route gloomily. Damn it, Miss Lane was by no means a sexy woman, but she had given him incredible pleasure, and he'd hoped that this weekend they could go even farther, that he might persuade her to cop his cherry. On the contrary, it looked as if he'd have to go back to frigging himself. The whole thing was a real bummer.
There was a new customer on his list this time, A Mrs. Trudy Martin. Randy went to her address with two bags of groceries and found himself in a pleasant suburban neighborhood of small houses, tree-lined streets, and a host of kids and dogs. Apparently Mrs. Martin had just moved in, because when he knocked at the back door he found a bunch of packing crates piled up for the garbage man. However, Randy wasn't prepared for what he saw when the door opened.
Mrs. Trudy Martin was a knockout.
There was no other way to put it. He'd heard his Dad use that corny old phrase before, but for the first time he saw a woman to whom it could be accurately applied. Randy gawked till he thought his eyes would pop out of his head. Trudy Martin was perhaps in her mid-thirties although she looked younger. She was tall, around five-eight, and Randy's head came just to her chin. She had long gleaming black hair, a classically beautiful face, long shapely legs, and a helluva figure. Most of all she had enormous tits. Great pointed melons, thrusting jugs like Randy had only dreamed of before. She was wearing a skimpy shorts and halter outfit, so he didn't miss a thing. It seemed like her jutting breasts were going to leap out and poke him. Wow, he thought incoherently, oh, wow.
"Yes?" said Trudy. Her voice was low and husky, and when she smiled at him, her perfect white teeth dazzled him. "What can I do for you?"
Randy gazed up into her dark eyes with their heavy black lashes, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out but a horny squeak. He tried again, blushing, and managed to say, "Grocery boy."
"Oh, yes," said Trudy. "Please bring the bags in the kitchen."
Randy did so, although he couldn't see where he was going. He couldn't see anything but Trudy, her saucy twitching butt, her great jiggling tits. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because her nipples poked sharp and enticing under the thin material of her halter. He wondered if she was wearing panties. He tripped and nearly spilled the groceries.
Trudy laughed. "Here, let me help you," she said. She took one of the bags from him, and as she brushed his body, he felt dizzy. She smelled nice. Everything about her was inviting. She set the bag down on the kitchen table, and Randy set his bag down, wondering desperately how he could prolong his stay.
"Are you going to be a regular customer, Mrs. Martin?" he asked.
"I guess so," she said cordially. "I'm usually too lazy to go to the store."
"Well, then, I guess I should introduce myself," he said. "I'm Randy Jones, and I'll be delivering your groceries." He forced himself to look her in the eye-it was very hard not to look her in the tits instead.
"Oh, how do you do, Randy?" she said, smiling in a way that made his head spin. "You can just call me Trudy."
"Okay, Trudy," he said, his voice breaking.
He knew he should leave, but he just stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at the swelling cleavage of her magnificent breasts. The halter was held together at the front with only two buttons and was very low cut. He guessed that her tits were larger even than Mrs. Tate's, which was saying a lot. He would have given anything to see them bare, to touch them. ... He blushed deeply as he looked up and caught her eye. She'd seen exactly where he was looking.
"Some knockers, huh?" she said nonchalantly. "Size forty-two. Don't worry, people stare at them all the time. I'm used to it."
Teasingly she thrust out her chest towards the fascinated boy, and as she did so, one of her buttons popped off. Held together now by only one straining button, the halter was no longer adequate to its task, and one of Trudy's great melon-shaped tits popped out plumply, revealing a pretty little pink nipple. Randy blushed even redder, and Trudy giggled.
"Looks like I'll have to do some sewing," she said, leaning over to pick up the lost button. Randy was on his knees before she could even get to it, picking up the button and handing it to her. He gawked hungrily at her naked breast until she tucked it back in her halter. Randy looked up again and met Trudy's eyes, wondering if he had the ghost of a chance with her. It seemed so unlikely. She was a gorgeous older woman, probably married, and he must seem like just a little kid to her.
Randy was wrong, but Trudy's inscrutable face told him nothing. She studied the handsome young delivery boy, and the wheels of her mind began to turn briskly. Trudy Martin had a problem, a really desperate problem, and Randy might just be the answer. . . .
Trudy was thirty-six years old and to all appearances happily and successfully married. Her husband Willis was a rising executive with a big company, making plenty of money, a faithful and devoted husband. They had two children, a boy and a girl, and they had two cars, a color television, and a brand new house. Trudy had all the gadgets and clothes and spending money she wanted, no worries about the future. The only trouble was, Trudy was colossally bored.
She had married Willis when she was very young, and because she had been a poor girl, she'd leaped at the chance to marry a man with a future. There was no doubt that Willis had a future. He was bright, ambitious, and hard-working, and he took pride in providing Trudy and the children with everything they needed and wanted. Unfortunately Willis' skill at his work was not matched by any skill in the bedroom. Willis was a prig. For the nearly twenty years of their marriage, he'd always fucked Trudy in exactly the same way, every single time they did it-in the missionary position, taking exactly one minute to reach his climax. Then he rolled off and went to sleep. Over the years Trudy had trained herself to cum in less than a minute, but that wasn't much satisfaction. She wanted to cum more than once, wanted to make love in different positions, wanted to have some adventure and excitement. She wanted to be screwed by someone who knew what he was doing and who was willing to experiment. She wanted to do it upside-down, backwards, hanging from the ceiling, and even in the bathtub. Before she got old, she wanted to try sex in some other way than the standard Willis Martin technique. Only Willis said no.
Trudy had discussed the problem with him many times, but his answer was always the same. The man should be on top, and the act should be quick and efficient. Willis regarded sex the same way he regarded his work-as a job to be done as fast and efficiently as possible. Also he'd been raised by strict, religious parents, and he had a sneaking suspicion that sex is naughty. Therefore, he refused to experiment, on the grounds that it wasn't "natural". Lately he'd even refused to discuss the subject.
When he was transferred and they got the new house, Trudy had practically given up trying to change him and was seriously thinking of taking a lover. She didn't want to divorce Willis or to hurt his feelings by being openly unfaithful. She just wanted to get laid. She was hesitant about taking up with another man, because the guy might talk. With a kid like Randy, however, she might have the upper hand. She was an adult, intimidating, and she could be in control of their affair. The good-looking blond delivery boy might just be the answer to her problem.
The fact that Randy was only fourteen didn't bother her in the least. He had a cock, he was turned on by her, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, Trudy figured she'd be doing the kid a favor. As she recalled, all boys that age were perpetually horny and never got any. She might be the answer to Randy's problems, just as he might be the solution to hers. Trudy decided to have a go at it.
The kid was just standing there gawking at her tits, unable to move. It looked promising. "Well, Randy," she said, "if you've got a minute, maybe you'd like some milk and cookies."
He shook shimself back to reality. "Oh, yeah, that'd be swell, Mrs. Martin."
"Trudy," said said, grinning at him.
"Trudy," he said, blushing.
He sat down at the table while Trudy brought him a snack. Randy was chronically hungry, and he ate everything she put before him, but he didn't taste it. Damn it, he knew he was making an ass of himself, but he just couldn't stop staring at her breasts. They were the biggest, firmest, prettiest tits he'd ever seen. Trudy sat opposite him and leaned forward to talk, and when she did so, her left tit began to slide out of her halter again. Randy watched it, fascinated, as it inched up like a swelling moon, getting bigger and plumper, till he could see just the edge of her light pink nipple. Trudy chatted away, pretending not to notice, but she was perfectly well aware of what was happening. She made a small movement, and the whole breast popped out again, quivering slightly as it settled into place on the tablecloth. Randy almost choked on his milk.
"Do you date girls yet, Randy?" she asked. He stared at her for a long moment. His brain didn't seem to be working very well. His cock was working, though. He could feel it swelling up and crowding the crotch of his jeans. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I've taken a few girls out."
"What do you do on your dates?" she asked. "Aw, not much," said Randy. "Have something to eat, maybe see a movie."
"Don't you park and make out?" Trudy asked mischievously.
The boy blushed right to the roots of his hair. "I'm not old enough to drive," he said. "So I don't get much chance to make out."
"Of course, how silly of me," said Trudy. "But sometimes you do?"
"Yeah," said Randy, "a few times the girls' parents haven't been home. Not that it made much difference," he said bitterly. "We'd get to necking on the couch, but they never let me do much."
Trudy smiled sympathetically. "Then you've never gone all the way with a girl?"
"Nope," said Randy. His face was mournful and longing.
"But you want to?" said Trudy.
"Oh, wow, yeah," Randy sighed.
"Well, maybe I can help you out, Randy," she said sweetly. "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
Randy dropped his glass of milk. It spilled all over the table, but neither of them noticed it.
Randy was unable to believe the wonderful thing he'd just heard, and Trudy was feeling sharp excitement in her pussy. If she just played her cards right, and if the boy was willing, they could be in bed in another minute, his hard little cock wriggling inside her. She creamed hotly and violently at the very thought of it.
"What?" Randy said dazedly.
"I said, would you like to go to bed with me?" Trudy said. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Oh, shit, YEAH," said Randy, standing up.
Trudy glanced at his cock and saw that he already had a painful erection. Perfect. There was no time to be wasted. Willis had gone to haul a load of trash to the dump, but he wouldn't stay away forever. She decided to seize this opportunity. She stood up, too, and undid the remaining button on her halter. Randy's blue eyes widened as he watched her lovely big tits slope gently into place on her bare chest. Except for the bright pink nipples, the skin was creamy white with delicate blue veins. He almost came in his jeans just from looking at those gorgeous jugs of hers.
"You can touch them if you want to, Randy," she said huskily.
"Oh, man," babbled Randy. "Oh, man, oh, man. .. ."
He hurried over to her-hobbling a little on account of his tight erection- and eagerly began to paw her breasts. Trudy sighed happily. Willis never played with her tits because it was "unnecessary". Randy's sweaty young hands felt very good on her soft sensitive flesh, especially when he grazed her nipples. The little strawberry nubs rose quickly in response to his touch, growning hard and bumpy. To her delight, the boy suddenly bent down and began to suck her left nipple. It felt delicious. The crotch of her shorts went wet and steamy with pussy juice as the delightful sensations buzzed from her tits to her cunt. She was very glad that she'd decided to seduce the boy. He might be a virgin and a little clumsy, but he really showed promise. She could train him into the exact kind of lover she wanted and needed. She had a feeling that he'd be a willing pupil.
"That's very nice, Randy," she said huskily. "Why don't you take off my shorts and panties, too?"
She'd scarcely completed the sentence before he was tugging at the zipper of her shorts, and the next thing she knew, he had them down to her ankles. He tugged her panties right after them, and Trudy stepped out of the skimpy garments and kicked them away. She stood naked before him, more voluptuous and gorgeous than any woman of his fantasies. Almost adoringly, Randy went to his knees and placed his fingers on the tiny black triangle of fur that covered her mons. Gently he pried apart the hairy lips and saw her bright red clit-a really large, erect one, aching to be played with. He touched it with the tip of his finger, massaging it gently, and Trudy gave a hoarse cry of pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she sobbed, "play with it. Touch me there."
That was another place where Willis never touched her, and she'd almost forgotten how great it felt. As a horny adolescent girl she'd played with her clit many times, but she thought it was not fit for a married woman to do that. Ideally, her hsuband ought to take care of all her sexual needs. Trudy suppressed a bitter laugh. Hell, now that she'd rediscovered the joy of being touched, she was going to beat off whenever she felt like it, and she was going to let Randy touch her anywhere he wanted to. To hell with Willis.
By now Randy thought he knew exactly how to arouse a woman, and he didn't waste any time with Trudy. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her long fat red clit, and she howled with delight. Streams of- hot pussy juice ran down her bare legs. It felt wonderful, and she just couldn't wait a minute longer.
"Oh, Randy," she gasped, "let's go into the bedroom and-"
She stopped in mid-sentence as they heard a car door slam. They'd been so preoccupied, they hadn't even heard the car in the alley. "OH, HELL," said Trudy, "it's my husband."
She and Randy stared at each other in horror until Trudy had the sense to point to the open side window. Randy leaped out the window just as Willis walked in the kitchen door. Tall, slender, and bespectacled, he looked like a preoccupied owl-but he wasn't so preoccupied that he didn't notice the fact that his beautiful wife was stark naked.
"Trudy," he said, "what in the world .. . ? The neighbors might see you."
Trudy suppressed a loud sigh of impatience. She was so horny she could have screamed, and all Willis could think of was the neighbors. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Randy pedaling away furiously on his bike. At least that problem was solved. Nothing had been done about her agonizing lust, however.
"Willis," she said, "I want you to come into the bedroom right now and make love to me."
"What?" said Willis.
"You heard me," said Trudy, marching out of the room. "Hurry up."
He stumbled after her, bewildered and a little shocked. "Trudy," he said, "I can't have heard you correctly. It's only afternoon, it's still daylight. Surely you can wait."
"No, I can't," said Trudy, marching into their bedroom and turning back the covers. "There's no law against making love in the afternoon. I want it now, Willis, right NOW!"
"But what if the children walk in?" said Willis.
"Then they'll learn how it's done," said Trudy, climbing onto the bed. "It's about time. Hurry up, Willis, get undressed."
Willis blushed deeply. "Trudy, this isn't like you. It isn't ladylike at all."
"I don't give a flying fuck if it's not ladylike," said Trudy. "I'm horny. I want to make love. Fuck. Ball. Screw. For chrissake, Willis, isn't that clear enough? Do I have to draw you a picture? After all, I do it whenever you want to. Why shouldn't you do it when I want to?"
"Oh, well," said Willis, "I didn't think of it that way. That seems reasonable, I have to admit."
Trudy sighed. He couldn't respond to her frank needs, but he could respond to what seemed "reasonable." Well, at least she'd gotten him off his butt. He took off his clothes and approached the bed. His long thin cock was limp. Impatiently Trudy seized and rubbed it into erection while Willis gawked at her. He didn't think it was "nice" of her to touch his prick, but she wasn't going to sit and wait while he talked himself into a hard-on. Her need was far too desperate. When his long sharp organ was stiff and engorged, she let go of it and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Hurry, Willis, put it in me," she said.
He crawled between her legs and dutifully inserted the fat head of his cock into her mushy steaming hole. He began to saw back and forth in a mechanical fashion as he always did. He hadn't taken off his glasses, and as he picked up speed, they fell askew on his long nose. He never took off his glasses because it was inefficient-he'd just have to put them back on again. It was hardly romantic, but Trudy was willing to settle for anything right now. His stiff meat felt wonderful in her hungry pussy, and she began to whimper happily and jerk her pelvis in time to his strokes. Unfortunately Willis insisted on talking.
"Really, Trudy," he said, "I can't say that I like this. There's a time and place for everything, and this is just too risky. The children might see us. Also, I could be using the time to paint the bathroom or mow the lawn. You really must learn to ..."
"Willis," she snapped, "shut up"
He did, to her surprise. She allowed him to fuck her into a delicious orgasm, but it was only the beginning of what Trudy wanted. She knew she was perfectly capable of cumming many times, if Willis would only hold out. He didn't, though, he never did. With a squeak of pleasure, he shot his load in exactly one minute, leaving her seething with unfulfilled desire. Really, that was the last straw. She was going to make it with Randy the grocery boy the very next time she saw him. She wasn't getting any younger, and now, by God, she would start to live.