Chapter 6
As Debbie slid off young Billy's penis she patted his behind.
"Good show," she told him.
She lay there stretched out and observed his still erect cock.
"I'll say one thing for you Billy," she told him. "You sure do get hard. I've never seen anything like it."
"I don't understand my balls," Billy admitted. "It seems I was born with a hard-on."
"What shall we do now, Billy?" she asked. "Look at some more movies?"
"All right," he agreed.
Turning the motion pictures on again and turning off the light, Billy was pleased. For there was a man sliding his cock right up a woman's rectum. As the huge shaft shoved up her ass-hole the camera closed in. All that could be seen now was the thick sliding penis and the twisting ass.
"Would I ever like to fuck your ass, Debbie," he told her. "It's beautiful enough."
"Why, Billy," she laughed, "that's a very strange request. You can't expect me to let you slip that pecker of yours up my tiny ass-hole."
"Your ass-hole will stretch," he insisted.
"A little," she admitted, "but not enough to admit your penis size."
"Tell me, Debbie," he asked earnestly, "have you ever been ass fucked?"
"One time my brother tried it," she admitted, "and I shoved him off. He sure is warped."
"That's awful," Billy said. "A brother wanting to fuck his own sister. They call that incest."
"Don't I know it," she told him. "I took that sex class, too. I think incest is disgusting. The worse kind, of course, being mother fuckers."
"I don't see how no cat could want to ever screw his own mom," Billy said. "That's really weird."
As he was talking he was letting his hands play with her behind.
"Get your hands off my ass, Billy," she complained. "Before I know it you'll be trying to slip your cock up there."
"Would I do a thing like that?" Billy laughed.
"You would if you could," she told him. "I'm convinced of that. You're not to be trusted."
"I'm sorry," Billy smiled. "But I guess you know
"I sure do," she told him, "now get your finger out of my ass."
She pulled away. However, she had to admit that the way Billy slid his finger smoothly up her rectum was pleasurable.
"Just let me try," Billy persisted.
"You're not gonna bug my ass-hole," Debbie complained.
"I'll use some Vaseline on my cock," he promised her. "It will slide up real easy. If it hurts I'll stop. I promise."
"Damn it, I've never been bugged," Debbie said, "now leave my butt alone."
Billy wasn't having much success.
"Just let me kiss your ass," he told her.
She had no idea what Billy had in mind. She thought it might be interesting to have him kiss her behind, however.
"All right, I guess you can kiss my ass," she told him, "and you can suck it. Just like I did yours, Billy."
She stretched out. Billy's hands gripped her buttocks. Pressing his lips against her ass cheeks he kissed them.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him. "It really does."
At this point he was eager to slip his tongue inside of her.
"Eat my ass," she told him. "Come on, sweetheart, eat my ass-hole," He thrust his tongue into her behind. "Now you're doing it," she told him. "Oh, baby, I love that."
As he let his tongue slip vigorously in and out of her ass-hole, she reached around to get his cock. She pulled on it.
"Keep that up," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Oh, yes, keep it up."
He was enjoying it immensely. So was she.
"Oh, baby, time your tongue to the way I'm pulling on your dick. That's what I want you to do. Now you are sucking. Yes. Oh, baby, what an ass suck. Oh, wow!"
Billy's body was trembling as was hers. They weren't about to stop their action.
"That's it," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby, keep up those hand movements."
Soon he realized that she had better get under him. "All right," he told her. "I'm gonna have you get on my dick."
It didn't take Debbie long to slip her mouth around his cock. He plunged it down her throat.
"I'm gonna give you a fuck," he told her. "A real fuck."
His powerful penis plunged down her throat.
"Oh, baby, breathe through your nose," he told her. "It won't be much longer now. That's the way. Yes. Keep it up."
It was amazing to him how good Debbie was at sex. She gripped his ass cheeks and held on for dear life as he plunged his thick cock down her throat. It gave him pleasure to see that she had difficulty breathing.
"Don't worry, Debbie," he told her. "You can always choke on my pecker."
Pulling off his cock at the moment of climax, Debbie was able to have him shoot in her mouth. She didn't want it plunging down her throat when he got his gun off or she would never get to taste him.
After she finished sucking him off, she pulled off.
"I guess you've really gotten me to do everything to you, Billy," she told him.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Billy told her.
Debbie wanted to see the rest of the films. He showed her the colorful fuck films and it did excite her. Debbie particularly liked the one where the woman was on top. The man was lying on his back. The woman was slipping her pussy down over the man's penis. Grasping his cock in her vagina she was squeezing him and riding him.
"Oh, that looks like a lot of fun," he told her. "Doesn't it?'
"Yes, it does," she agreed.
He was fucking now in regular cock stabs.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "Look at that. Yes. That's the way."
The next shot showed the woman lying on her stomach. Her ass was raised. The man was behind her on his knees. Gripping her ass cheeks he was plunging his penis rapidly down her ass-hole.
"You men are terrible," Debbie said. "Always figuring out a new way to fuck."
As the next colorful shot of lovers flashed on the screen, Debbie giggled.
"Look at them," she laughed.
The woman was lying on the bottom. The man was straddling her and fucking her vigorously. At the same time the woman was raising her leg and massaging the man's buttocks with her foot.
"That's a funny way to use a foot," she laughed, "to rub the ass."
In the next one she saw an episode where a black man was getting his ass sucked by a white woman.
"What an interesting contrast in black and white," she laughed. "No discrimination there."
It got Billy hard seeing the way the black man's ass wiggled on the white woman's tongue.
"He's enjoying himself," Billy told her. "Look how she stabs her tongue right up his ass-hole."
"I did that for you, Billy," she said, "and I hope you appreciate it. It isn't exactly the easiest thing to keep a person's tongue in a twisting ass-hole."
"I guess it isn't," Billy chuckled.
"What an interesting film," Debbie said. "I wish my brother could see it. It might give him some ideas when he wants to screw me."
"You're still screwing with your brother?" Billy inquired.
"He won't leave me alone," she complained. "It's a pity I'm so sexually appealing. Sometimes I wish I was ugly like most other girls."
"It's true," Billy nodded. "You really are exceptional."
Debbie decided it was time she had to go. Billy hated to see her go as he could think of more sex acts he would like to perform. Nevertheless, if she wanted to go he wasn't going to argue with her.
"When you've gotta go," he chuckled, "you've gotta go."
When Billy was alone he did a lot of thinking. He was trying to scheme ways to make money on his sexual ability. He knew that he was a very accomplished cocksman. He saw no reason why he shouldn't have a car. If he had a car he knew he could pick up plenty of girls.
The next day he told his mother innocently, "I think I ought to get a part-time job."
"Doing what, Billy?" she asked him. "I hope you don't have any more ideas of peddling grass."
"I just thought of that," he told her. "It wouldn't have been such a bad job, mom. All I had to do was keep our high school supplied with grass."
"Yes," she told him, "you'd have to be tied in with those big shots from uptown. Well, Billy, don't ever let me catch you peddling anything."
"I could always mow lawns and help clean houses or things like that," Billy said.
She was curious.
"You never did a damn thing around here," his father fumed. "Why is it that all of a sudden you are willing to get off your ass and do some work?"
"That is a good question," Billy chuckled, "and it might just be, daddy-o, that I am not lazy. Maybe it's because I'm motivated now."
"Did you like Debbie that much?" his mother smiled grimly.
"No way," Billy told her. "Debbie's all right for a date now and then. But I'm not nuts about her. I'm old enough now to get a car. I'm sixteen."
"More slaughter on the highways," his father complained.
"What a negative thing to say to your own son," his mother snapped angrily.
"It's true," he told her. "You know how he will drive."
"All right," his mother agreed. "Why don't you see what you can find."
Billy decided he would go to visit a widow lady he knew. She was still a good-looking dame and he figured he not only could get some money for his car, but he could get some excellent sex.
He went over to Nora Parker's place.
"Mrs. Parker," Billy began when he met her at the door, "I was just wondering if I could get some part-time work."
"Doing what, Billy?" Mrs. Parker asked.
"Anything," he told her. "I'm saving money for a project."
"How nice," she told him. "Well, you could wash some walls, Billy."
"Oh, I'd like to do that, Mrs. Parker," he told her.
Nora opened up the door and invited him in the house.
"These living room walls," Nora declared, "haven't been washed in years."
"They look it," Billy smiled.
Nora didn't know how to take that. Turning around she looked at Billy. Seeing he was smiling, she smiled back at him.
"It's true, darling," she laughed, "Nora isn't much of a housekeeper. Ever since my dear husband, rest his soul, left me, I have had to fend for myself. I have been looking for another man. It's taking so much of my time, Billy, I haven't had a moment's time to clean the house."
"I can imagine," Billy said, "you're still a nice-looking woman, if you don't mind my saying so, Mrs. Parker."
"I don't mind your saying so at all, Billy," she assured him. "I just wish the right man would tell me that. Believe me, I would be happy to be married again. My late husband, rest his soul, did everything for me."
Billy thought to himself, and probably everything to you, because Nora Parker had a body that wouldn't stop. Breasts out to here, and a waist that zoomed in and shapely hips. Billy couldn't get his eyes off her bosoms. He wanted to see what her nipples looked like. But he thought it would be inappropriate to ask that.
"When would you like to begin, Billy?" she asked curiously.
"I wouldn't mind beginning today," he told her.
"But you didn't bring your work clothes with you," Nora noticed.
"Oh, I could work in my shorts," Billy laughed. "That's all I'd need. All you'd have to do is pull those curtains and nobody could see in here."
"I suppose I could do that," she told him, "but it's a little irregular, isn't it?"
"No way," Billy told her. "And now let's discuss the pay. That is important."
"How does two-fifty an hour grab you, Billy?"
"That's all right," he agreed.
Billy slid out of his clothes. When he was ready Nora observed that he really was growing up. For she could see a crotch bulge.
"How old are you, Billy?" she asked him.
"Sweet sixteen," Billy replied.
"I remember when I was sixteen," Nora nodded. "Oh, those were the days."
"You're not too far from that now," Billy said.
"I'm afraid I am, darling," she smiled. "I'm happy, however, that the years have been kind to me.
She took down some pictures off the wall and showed Billy where the stepladder was. Next she prepared a pail of water for him. Adding some cleaning detergent she gave him a wash rag and a sponge.
"Go to it, tiger," she told him.
When he was on the top step of the stepladder, Nora was underneath him. She glanced up and she could see in his boxer shorts his penis. She licked her lips as she glanced at it. Nora had always been a real sexpot. How she wished she could take this young boy on.
"Keep working, Billy," she said as she glanced evasively away.
Billy was certain that she was staring at him.
"Mrs. Parker," Billy smiled, "aren't you lonely for your late husband?"
"You can call me Nora," she smiled, "please, Billy, don't mention his name. Naturally I'm lonely."
When she stood at just the right angle Billy could look down and see all of her bosoms. He loved the fact that they were so large and he could imagine what he could do with them.
"Keep working, Billy," she said as she deliberately stood so he could see all her breasts.
"All right," he smiled.
His cock lengthened. Glancing up she could see his penis getting a hard-on.
"Nora," Billy said finally, "I guess I'd better take a break. My muscles are tired. I'm not used to stretching like this."
"All right, Billy," she told him. "Would you like a Coke?"
"Sure," Billy told her.
He sat down on a chair and she handed him the Coke.
"Are you broad minded?" Billy asked Nora bluntly.
"I think I am," Nora smiled.
"I was just wondering if you had a lot of hang-ups," Billy asked her.
"Hang-ups?" she asked him curiously. "No, I don't think I have any."
"A lot of people do," Billy declared, "but I don't have any. For example, Nora, it wouldn't bother me one iota to take off my clothes and walk around here naked. It's rather confining to keep these shorts on when I've got such a hard-on."
Nora's jaw dropped. Billy was getting bolder. Could he possibly want to have sex with her?
"If you want to take off your clothes, it wouldn't bother me, Billy," she told him. "I used to be a nurse before I married my last husband, rest his soul."
"All right," Billy smiled as he got to his feet and pulled down his boxer shorts. His mammoth young penis flipped up at attention.
Nora felt her breath coming short. How she needed what Billy had to offer.
"Billy," she smiled, "you're a man. A very well hung man, if you don't mind my saying so."
"And you're a wonderful looking woman," Billy told her. "Why don't you take off everything?"
"I couldn't," Nora said. "I mean, I shouldn't. After all, I am an adult. Being a nurse, it doesn't matter if you are nude. But I couldn't take off my clothes, Billy."
"I'll help you, Nora," the naked young boy said as he walked across the room.
His cock, standing up as it was, stimulated her. Her eyes focused on it.
"Why don't you just unzip this?" Billy said as he unzipped her blouse.
Now he could see her breasts. Her half-cup bra made them look even more tantalizing and appealing to him.
"Billy, don't do that," she said nervously. "It's wrong."
"Nothing wrong with it," he insisted, "not a damn fucking thing. Ohhh, Nora," he exclaimed, "Let me lick those gorgeous tits of yours. They're so gorgeous. I've just got to put my lips on them and suck them and kiss them and eat them."
Bending over, Billy gripped Nora's left breast and sucked. Next he gripped her right breast and sucked that.
"Come on," he told her, "that is wild, baby, simply wild."
Now he helped her out of her skirt. Her brief panties pleased him. For he noticed they were moist.
"I take it I turn you on, Nora," he said as he tugged on the elastic waistband of her panties and then reached under them. His hand patted her pussy lovingly.
"You are beautiful," he told her.
"Thank you," she replied softly, "thank you ever so much, Billy."
Now he could see her nipples were becoming taut. She was stimulated.
"Do I turn you on, Nora?" Billy asked in a sexy, erotic way.
"Yes, yes," she replied, "you really do turn me on, baby."