Chapter 6
Another week went by, with Randy in school and his various older women patrons yearning for his return to work. Randy was anxious to get back, too, but only one of his lusty customers occupied his mind-Trudy Martin, the gorgeous housewife who'd invited him to bed with her. He gave little thought to Mrs. Tate, the rich widow, or to poor skinny Dora Lane. In fact, though, it was Dora who thought most about him.
Dora had pretty well resigned herself to the idea that Dr. McDonald was never going to notice her, and that if she wanted any relief from her nagging lust, it would have to be Randy-as unsuitable as he was. A mere boy, young enough to be her son, he was nevertheless available and willing. Dora couldn't stand to suffer alone any longer, and so she resolved to seduce Randy at the very next opportunity. Her conscience troubled her. about this decision, her sense of decency and morality was outraged, but she knew she had to have a man. Perhaps Randy couldn't even be called a man, being only fourteen, but at least he was male. Poor Dora didn't care about anything else.
Thus when Randy went to work on Saturday he was keenly disappointed to find no order from Trudy Martin and not very excited to note a very large order from Dr. McDonald's office. Ordinarily he would have been pleased at a chance to visit Dora-no telling what kinky game they might have this time-but everything had changed since he met Trudy. All he could think about, the only woman he wanted, was Trudy. And so he pedaled off to the veterinarian's clinic feeling very sorry for himself. He was so wrapped up in the subject of Trudy that he'd forgotten all about last week's sensual encounter with Miss Lane. Or, rather, he didn't place much value on it. Sure, Miss Lane liked to play with his cock, and then there was Mrs. Tate, who allowed him to explore her body, but for all that, he was still a virgin. It was maddening. The only one who'd promised to have "real" sex with him was Trudy.
When he arrived at the clinic, Miss Lane was waiting for him in the storeroom, nervous and blushing. "Good afternoon, Randy," she said.
"Oh, hi, Miss Lane," he said listlessly. "Should I put this stuff in the usual place?"
"Yes, Randy," she said. "I'll help. Tell me, are you getting near the end of your route for today?"
"Yeah," said the boy, "I only got two more places to go. How come?"
Dora blushed even redder. "Well, Randy," she said very nervously, "I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house. We've known each other for two years now, but we've only met in this office. I thought you might like to come over for a special treat."
Randy wasn't thrilled by the idea. He wanted to get home, and he intended to ride past Trudy's house on his way, to see if her husband was there. If not, he might gather his nerve and stop in. . .. However, Miss Lane was a very old and valued customer, and he wanted to keep her happy, so he said, "Why, sure, Miss Lane, I'd like to very much. What time?"
Dora was trembling as she said, "Around four, Randy, if that's convenient. See you then?"
"You bet," said Randy without much enthusiasm. Damn, now he'd have to spend at least an hour drinking milk and eating cookies and chatting with this old maid, when he could be home playing with his friends-or maybe even, with great luck, balling Trudy. It all sounded pretty boring. He had promised, however, and there was no way out of it. The whole day was turning into a colossal bummer. Why hadn't Trudy left an order for him? She'd seemed so eager last week.
When Randy left, Dora felt so nervous, she could hardly walk to Dr. McDonald's private office to ask for the afternoon off. She wasn't afraid he'd say no-McDonald was a generous employer and often allowed her a few hours off when things weren't too busy. No, she was afraid of herself and the things she had planned for her session with
Randy. She wondered at herself and her crazy schemes. Was she so desperate that she had to resort to seducing a mere child? The answer, obviously, was yes. Dora Lane was so desperate for sexual satisfaction that she contemplated seducing a fourteen-year-old boy and taking his virginity. It had been twenty years since she'd felt a man's cock inside her, and she should have learned to live without it, but, on the contrary, with every passing year it became harder for her to abstain. She could wait no longer.
"Doctor," she said, poking her head into his private room, "I'm feeling a little dizzy. I wonder if I might go home now?"
McDonald looked at her with some concern. "Why, of course, Miss Lane," he said. "Can you make it alone? Should I give you a ride?"
Dora's heart pounded. If only it were the doctor she was taking home, and not Randy. .. . But she knew McDonald was only being polite, that nothing would come of it even if she got him alone in her apartment. Being in love with him was a waste of time. "Oh, no thank you, Doctor," she said wistfully. "I'll be all right. See you on Monday."
"Right," said McDonald. "I hope you feel better by then."
He watched her slim hips and tight little buttocks as she turned and walked away. Damn, if only he had more nerve, more of whatever it takes to charm and seduce women. It excited him to think of taking Dora home, somehow contriving to get her into her bedroom, undressing her. ... He knew he'd never have the courage to try it. Sternly he turned back to his paper work, ignoring the blossoming erection in his pants. It was no use trying to approach Dora Lane, he reminded himself. She was a lady, she'd never allow it.
Dora drove home and headed immediately for the shower. She wanted to be perfectly clean and sweet-smelling for Randy-provided Randy even showed up. The boy hadn't seemed terribly excited about being alone with her, and she really couldn't blame him. She must seem very old to him, and she knew she'd never been a beauty. As she undressed, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, hardly pleased with what she saw, but not entirely unsatisfied. For a woman of forty, she wasn't in such bad shape. She was slender, her breasts were still firm, and her skin was smooth and had few wrinkles. Oh the other hand, she was hardly voluptuous. True, her breasts were large, but she didn't know how to flaunt them. She kept them hidden, flattened under her tweed suits, because she was ashamed of their size. Her body wasn't bad, but she didn't know how to use it, how to move in a provocative manner. Dora underrated her good qualities and saw herself simply as a skinny, dried-up old maid.
She showered thoroughly and then debated about what she should wear. All her clothes were so drab and sensible. At work she wore suits, and at home she had a few cotton housedresses and several pairs of pajamas. That was all-or was it? Dora suddenly remember a negligee her sister had sent her for Christmas several years ago. She'd thought at the time that her sister must have been drunk or insane when she sent it. She should have known that it didn't suit Dora at all, that it was more suited to a whore. Dora had been insulted and indignant when she opened the package, and she'd stored the garment away in the closet, intending to give it away some time. Now she dragged it out and put it on. She hardly dared look at herself in the mirror, but she forced herself to do so. The result was astonishing. Suddenly she had a body. Suddenly she looked like a woman.
The negligee was black but by no means somber. It was made of delicate black lace, and it tied in front with one skimpy ribbon. It flowed and clung to Dora, emphasizing the feminine curve of her hips and the ripe swell of her big breasts. Cleverly designed, it seemed to show all her most intimate features, gaps in the lace revealing her pink nipples and her auburn mons fur. Dora blushed furiously and started to turn away from the mirror when she noticed something else. She hadn't done her hair yet, and it hung long and shining around her face, making her look almost pretty. Certainly it made her look younger and softer. She decided to keep it that way for Randy's visit. Just for once she would dispense with the tight bun and the mannish clothing. She didn't feel like herself, but it was time to experiment with a new appearance. The old one hadn't gotten her anywhere, that was for sure.
It was three-thirty, and Dora was too nervous to sit still. She splashed on some seductive cologne and put on high-heeled slippers, but that didn't take much time. Finally she decided to have a drink to steady her nerves. She almost never drank, but she kept a bottle of scotch for insomnia. She poured herself a stiff belt and drank it down without water or ice. The effect was almost immediate. She felt warm, silly, a little giggly. Her pussy began to grow warm, too, and she started having naughty thoughts. She remembered her old lover, Henry, but all she saw was his cock, rampant and pale and ready to service her. Cream began to seep from her aroused vagina as she reminded herself that in an hour or so she might be getting fucked again. God, that would be wonderful, after all these long years of waiting. If only she could seduce Randy, if only she could make the boy want her. . . .
She didn't know it, but a stranger named Trudy Martin had already done half her work for her. As he finished his delivery rounds, Randy could think of nothing but Trudy-her magnificent tits, her sweet little black snatch, her seductive smile. He grew achingly horny at the very thought of her, and by the time he got to Dora's house, he was blushingly trying to make his erection go away. He rang the doorbell, and when Dora opened the door, he gawked at her.
"Oh, excuse me," he said, "I must have the wrong place. I was looking for Miss Lane."
Dora gasped. Did she really look that different with her hair down, wearing feminine clothing? "Randy," she said, "it's me. Don't you recognize me?" "
The boy stared at her. He could hardly believe it. The transformation was astonishing and all for the better. At the office, Miss Lane was practically sexless, her body made thin and masculine by her tight heavy suits and that awful bun. He saw before him a slender but well-shaped redhaired woman who looked soft and inviting. She looked great with her hair down, but what really caught his attention was the gaps in the black lace negligee, the sight of her pretty pink nipples and fluffy red mons patch. His interest picked up suddenly. Maybe this meeting wasn't going to be such a dVag after all.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he said eagerly, "I didn't recognize you at all. You look great!"
Dora blushed with pleasure. "Why, thank you, Randy," she said. "Won't you please come in? I have a nice snack prepared for you."
For once in his life Randy could have cared less about food. He followed Dora into the living room and obediently sat down before a tray of milk and sandwiches and cake, but he hardly tasted what he was eating. He just couldn't get over how good she looked. Sure, she was old, but she finally looked like a woman. She was almost pretty. He remembered vividly their two groping encounters at the clinic, the way she'd made him cum with her hands and mouth. He certainly hoped she intended to do something like that again. He was just a little uncertain about how to get her started.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, "I, uh, wondered if-I mean-Well, would you like to, uh-" It was no good, he just couldn't bring himself to blatantly ask her for it. Damn, what was he going to do?
Dora didn't appear to hear what he said anyhow, or at least she made no reply. She just sat there looking blankly at him, licking her lips, her face a little flushed. Randy noticed that her fingers were playing nervously with the tie of her gown, and presently she opened it. It fell open softly, and he could see her bare breasts. That was a real surprise. Miss Lane actually had tits. He'd always thought she was flat-chested, because that's how she looked in those awful suits she wore at work, but now he saw that her boobs were big and pretty, almost as large as Trudy's. They were round and firm and had pretty, little pink nipples, inviting his touch. He wondered why she squashed them down, hid them. It was almost as if she were ashamed of having breasts. He also wondered if she'd. deliberately untied her dressing gown so he could gawk. That certainly didn't seem in character for the prim spinster.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, trying again, "maybe you'd like to-uh-" He blushed, cursing himself. Why couldn't he find the right words?
Dora was having the same problem. When she'd fantasized this encounter with Randy, she'd intended to be bold. She would just put it to him, straight and frank: "Randy, let's make love." Now the words wouldn't come out. All she could do was silently appeal to him by staring at him and letting her gown fail open, praying he'd take .the hint. She was too modest, too much a lady to proposition this boy.
Slowly she rose from her chair opposite him, and as she did so, her negligee parted even more, showing the fluffy red patch of her mons. Dora blushed, knowing she was displaying her pubic bush to him, but she said nothing. Randy's eyes traveled down her slim body and rested on the curly red hairs. He seemed to be bursting to say something, but all he did was stammer incoherently. Dora nearly writhed with impatience. God, what did she have to do to make him understand what she wanted, have it announced on TV? Desperately she pushed back the negligee from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing stark naked before him, she could do nothing more. If he didn't understand now, it was hopeless.
Randy understood, all right, he just didn't believe it. Sure, Miss Lane had played a few games with him at the office, touching him and allowing him to touch her, but he hadn't believed she'd ever go this far-inviting him to her home, practically inviting him to make love to her. It just didn't seem like Miss Lane at all. Maybe the old girl had gone crazy. Still, he was pretty excited. She had a nice body for a woman her age, and he was more than ready-thanks to thoughts of Trudy-to do whatever she wanted. He shook himself, then got up from his chair and walked out from behind the table. Miss Lane trembled and waited. Randy very slowly began to take off his clothes, hoping he hadn't misinterpreted her wishes. He felt just as nervous as she did.
Dora stood quite still, but her heart pounded. It looked as if the boy understood at last. She watched him hungrily as he undressed, and when he stepped out of his shorts and his cute little white peter flopped into view, she felt a rush of cream from her famished cunt. His rosy hairless balls jiggled and waved between his slim legs, and suddenly Dora couldn't help herself. She had to have him right then and there.
"HEY," said Randy as the blushing old maid raced toward him.
Before he knew what was happening, Miss Lane had seized him and drawn him down on the rug. She was like an animal, panting and snarling as she tugged his shorts off the rest of the way. She seized his T-shirt and almost ripped it as she pulled it off over his head, tousling his long blonde hair. The boy gawked at her, stunned and surprised, as she flashed him a lascivious grin. Then her auburn hair flashed and fell forward to tickle his bare belly as she dipped her head into his crotch. Randy yelped with pleasure as he felt her wet little tongue going into action between his legs.
Dora wanted to eat every bit of him at once, to devour his fine young body. She nosed aggressively between his legs, lapping and tonguing his tight little brown anus, his floppy pink testicles, and his doughy little white cock. Her tongue flashed at lightning speed over his most sensitive parts, leaving them wet and slick with her abundant saliva. He tasted marvelous to her, she couldn't get enough of him. Crazily she licked back again toward his pungent bumhole, rimming the clenched anal mouth, then wriggling her tongue tip inside it. It was a naughty wicked thing to do, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to taste every inch of him. At first he seemed surprised and a little shocked, and he clenched his anal ring so that it was hard for her to penetrate him. Then he sighed with pleasure and opened up, relaxing the tight sphincter muscle and allowing her eager tongue to glide up into his rectum. She forced her thick wet tongue as far into his pungent asshole as she could, and the boy howled with pleasure and let his thighs fall wide open. Dora began to tongue-fuck his rectum, reaming and probing, lashing and licking, making an obscene juicy noise as she worked her long tongue fiercely in and out of his small asshole. She liked the strong taste, and her pussy grew burning hot as she worked on him. Randy thought he would faint with pleasure, it felt so good to have her slick hot tongue reaming his bumhole. When she first started doing it, he'd felt a little repugnance at the idea of it, but he quickly felt the wild sensuality, the incredible pleasure, of having his asshole licked and probed. He lay back limp, his legs thrown open, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him. He closed his eyes, shutting out everything but the marvelous sensations she gave him, and he grinned blissfully. He was even excited by the funny slurping and sucking noise her tongue made as it reamed his tight asshole and lapped up his juices. Man, oh, man, Miss Lane sure knew how to turn a guy on.
Dora was amazed at her wickedness, but that didn't stop her from licking and tasting the whole length of his silky tight rectum. She was glad Randy enjoyed it, and his excitement fed hers. When she had licked him clean of every taste, she popped her tongue from his butt and moved on to his sweet-smelling hairless pink balls, which were still limp. Impulsively she tickled the floppy little bags with the stiff tip of her tongue, and the boy writhed and whined with pleasure. That wasn't enough for Dora, however. It wasn't enough just to lick-she wanted to suck and taste. Randy gave a loud squeak of surprise as she suddenly sucked one of his limp balls into her mouth. At first he was frightened, because he was awfully sensitive there, but his fright vanished as he realized how good it felt to have his balls resting in the steamy saliva bath of her hot mouth. She sucked in one testicle, then the other, and subjected them to a swift greedy sucking. It was loud, wet, lewd, but tremendous fun for both her and Randy. The boy's nervousness was entirely gone now, and he blissfully felt his half-grown peter rising to the occasion, growing stiff and swollen.
His balls swelled up, too, suddenly stuffing Dora's mouth. She spat them out while she still could, then went for his cock. It was standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling, the pale skin stretched tight, the faint blue veins emphasized, but the wrinkled white foreskin was still in place. Dora fasted her hungry lips around it and tugged it back till the bright red slick glans was uncovered. She stuck the pointy tip of her tongue into the little dark glans hole and reamed it thoroughly. Randy responded by pouring out more cream for her to eat. She came down on him like a vulture, sucking his rigid little dick violently into her mouth and pumping the juice out of him, rolling it around on her taste buds and gurgling happily before she swallowed it. She felt the small stiff organ twitching in her mouth, heard the boy groaning with almost unbearable pleasure as she sucked him faster and faster.
Randy whinnied with happiness, convinced now that Miss Lane meant to suck him off as she'd done last week in the storeroom. That would be very pleasant. So he was surprised and bitterly disappointed when she suddenly spat out his cock and lifted her flushed face from his crotch. He wondered what was the matter, why she hadn't finished the blow job.
Dora had a fevered, crazed look on her thin face, as if she didn't notice Randy at all. She stared fixedly at his rigid engorged young prick, as if it were aM that existed of him. It was time. For twenty years she'd ached and yearned to be balled, to have a stiff penis inside her again, and at last it was going to happen. She didn't care if the boy protested, didn't care if she had to tie him up and rape him-by God, she was going to get laid. She couldn't wait another second.
Randy started to move, thinking maybe Miss Lane wanted some attention from him, but she brusquely pushed him down onto his back again. The boy watched in astonishment as the skinny repressed old maid rose onto her knees and straddled his slim pelvis. What the hell was she doing? Randy gawked at her aroused pussy, noting how her little red clit was so erect that it poked right out between the furry lips of her mons, how the pink lips of her labia were puffed and swollen, how the cream ran from her cunt in rivers. Dora, her eyes rolling crazily, her tongue lolling out, wriggled herself into position over his rigid young dick, bringing the wet hole of her vaginal mouth down on his creaming glans. Then she lowered herself onto him with a hoarse moan of pleasure.
Only then did Randy understand what she was trying to do. He broke into a grin of delight. Christ, he was going to fuck a woman at last. He gasped as he felt his small stiff cock enveloped in the fiery wet heat of her mature vagina. She took him in all the way, right to the root of his peter, and her hungry cunt walls gripped and tugged at his little shaft, holding him deliciously tight inside her. It felt better than Randy had dreamed. It was the perfect receptacle for his hungry cock, far better than his own fist. He stared happily at the sight of his slim pale dick disappearing into Miss Lane's dripping hair-fringed cunt. Man, oh, man, it was happening at last, his virginity was gone. . . .
Dora was just as ecstatic as Randy. After twenty years of waiting, she felt a stiff dick inside her again, and the pleasure was incredible. She whimpered, moaned, and creamed in floods, her sticky fragrant juices running out to wet the boy's belly.
"Ohhhh, God, YES," she wailed, "fuck me, Randy, ball me, do it to me as hard as you can.. .."
Randy wasn't exactly sure how to proceed, since it was his first time, but he did his best to give Miss Lane what she wanted. He began to jerk his slim hips, banging his eager prick in and out of her mushy hot hole, and that seemed to be what she wanted, because she started to howl with pleasure. He saw her body shake, her big tits flopping around like mad, and her voice became an animal screech as she came again and again. Orgasms ripped through her body almost from the moment he started balling her, the product of years of frustration and longing. In her hot excitement she completely lost control of herself, starting to urinate on the happily humping boy, yelling the most obscene words she could think of. "Fuck, piss, shit, aaaggghhh," she screamed, "yes, so good, OOOHHH!"
Randy might have found her behavior frightening, if he'd been paying any attention to it, but he was completely absorbed in his own enjoyment, his first fuck. As Dora came again and again, her vagina contracted violently and squeezed and milked his banging little cock. It wasn't long before he felt his cum rushing out to splatter against her convulsing womb. He balled her furiously, and then at last his limp cock slipped from her.
"Oh, WOW," he sighed.
Dora said nothing. Temporarily appeased, she was looking down in horror and shame at the fourteen-year-old boy she'd just seduced. My God, she thought, what kind of woman am I?