Chapter 8
When Billy got home that evening his mother asked him if he had managed to get any work.
"Sure," he told her, "I got plenty of work. That nice widow lady, Nora Parker, let me wash her walls."
"Nice widow lady," his mother quipped, "is a laugh. She's tried to put the make on all the men in the block."
"Don't talk about her like that," Billy snapped indignantly, "I happen to like her."
"Did she try to put the make on you?" his mother asked with a smug smile.
"You get me angry sometimes, mom," he told her, "you really do."
She shook her head defiantly.
"Of course I do," she told him. "It's the truth that hurts."
Billy didn't pay any more attention to her. It was really bugging him. However, he was happy that
Nora Parker had given him forty dollars. He kept that secret as he was certain his mother would catch on if he mentioned that he got that much for his work.
The next day he began looking for work again He was glad when he came upon another older woman who was alone. She was a single woman and in her early thirties.
"I would like to help you," she told him, "but the only thing I could have you do is yard work Everything in the house is clean and neat."
"I'd mow your lawn," he told her.
"All right," Miss Allison replied. "Billy," she told him, "you can call me Linda."
"All right, Linda," he agreed, "Let's begin Where's your lawnmower?"
She took Billy into the garage. She pointed at the lawnmower. Moments later Billy was mowing the lawn.
Linda Allison watched from her living room. Billy had taken off his shirt. He was perspiring now and as she saw him flexing his muscles as he worked she couldn't help admire his body.
When he had finished the job about three hour later, he came onto the porch.
"I guess I'm through, Linda," he told her.
"Come in and have some lemonade," Linda smiled, "you must be thirsty."
As Billy went to sit down in a chair, she said, "Be careful. I guess you're rather sweaty. That chair is velvet."
"I'm sorry," Billy apologized.
"Perhaps you'd like to take a shower," Linda suggested. "Then you could go home clean."
"All right," the young boy agreed.
Linda showed him to the bathroom.
Just as he was taking off all of his clothes she popped in with a towel.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
He was down to his shorts and Linda glanced at his huge bulging crotch. She was amazed how large he looked. Now and then she had found a man who would give her a little sex and she figured it would be great sport to have Billy.
"Do you want me to wash your back, Billy?" Linda smiled.
"That would be wonderful," he told her, "but how can you do it?"
"I'll join you in the shower," she explained.
Apparently, Billy thought to himself, Linda must be quite a swinger. She started undressing.
"I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Billy," Linda said quietly, "but ever since my sensitivity course I haven't been embarrassed by nudity."
"Sensitivity course?" Billy asked curiously, as he pulled off his shorts and stood there bare ass naked with his penis hanging between his legs.
"Why, yes," Linda explained. "I used to be nervous when I was nude. So I took this sensitivity course. Everyone took off all their clothes. The men had erections, and many times the women would fondle them. It was all very friendly and nobody had any guilt or hostility."
As she pulled off her clothes, Billy had a good view of her body. She had nice breasts, and lithe legs. She didn't look anywhere near as glamourous as Nora Parker. But who could? She wasn't a bad lay.
"You mean you wouldn't feel funny if you reached over here and felt of me?" Billy asked her. "Is that what you learned in the sensitivity course?"
"Why certainly, Billy," she told him. "There's nothing about feeling of a person's sexual organs. That's what they were meant for. To enjoy."
Before he knew what was happening, Linda was fondling his balls with one hand and pulling on his cock with the other.
"My, my, but aren't you a big boy," she smiled as she pulled on his penis.
His cock was lengthening.
"Oh, Billy," she smiled, "haven't you got a wonderful cock?"
"I don't know if I have or not," Billy laughed.
"Take it from me, Billy," Linda smiled, "and I've seen a lot of male organs. Yours are superb. Your cock is long and I'm sure that it's strong. Have you had much sex, Billy?"
"Not much nooky," he said sadly.
"You poor darling," she smiled. "You're a little young. If you were older, I'd take you on. But that wouldn't be right now."
"I'd forgive you," Billy winked.
"I'm certain that you would," Linda said, "but society might not."
"Why do we give a fuck about society?" Billy asked her.
"We have to," Linda explained. "No woman is an island."
"I never said you were an island," Billy said, "but I'll bet you'd make one hell of a good fuck."
"What a nice thing for a young boy to say to me," Linda said. "No doubt I could entertain you. I've learned so many things at that sensitivity course. like how to snap my pussy. Did you ever have sex with one of those high school girls who knew how to snap her pussy, Billy?"
"No, I didn't," Billy said. "I think it would be fun though to find out what it's like."
"It's a wonderful sensation," she assured him. "It really is. I would like to entertain you if I could."
"Oh, I'd love to have you entertain me," he told her, "I sure would." Billy could hardly wait to get into her. 'Take your hands off me, Billy," she told him.
"Do you want to rape me or something?"
"Don't stop me," Billy told her. "You'd be going against momma nature's directions. Momma nature is whispering in my ear, 'fuck her, fuck her.'"
"You tell momma nature to keep her mouth shut," she laughed. "Now, Billy, let's just get in there and have a friendly shower. We don't have to screw or anything like that. Just wash each other off and so forth."
"All right," he agreed.
Getting in the shower was a pleasure. She turned the water on and as the spray hit their bodies she asked him, "Did you notice this is the miracle massage shower?"
"I was so busy looking at your breasts," Billy admitted candidly, "that I didn't notice the shower at all."
Finally Linda felt sorry for Billy.
"You poor kid," she said, "I think it must be dreadful not having breasts available to play with when you want them. It's a shame kids sixteen can't have whorehouses. You know, teenage places where kids can get their kicks. After all, sixteen is when a boy's most virile. I read that in a sex manual the other day."
"No fooling," Billy said proudly. "Is that right? Well, then you've got to let me feel of your tits. It would be cruel not to."
"I suppose it would," she admitted. "All right, Billy, if you insist, feel of me."
He reached out and touched her nipples. As his finger tips pinched on her nipples, she complained.
"I have sensitive tits," she told him. "The first thing they teach you in that sensitivity course is not to pinch a woman's nipples. Now stop it, Billy."
But he didn't pull his hands away from her bosoms. He gently massaged them.
"You want me to fondle them?" he asked her.
"I would prefer that," she said with a happy smile.
His hands wandered down to her vagina.
"I would love to shave your pussy," he told her. "I have an urgent need to shave a box."
"Why on earth do you want to do that?" Linda asked curiously. "I always thought my pussy hair was pretty."
"It is," Billy told her, "but I've seen pictures of Linda Lovelace with her pussy shaved. I can't have sex with her so maybe I could imagine it was her if I shaved your box and didn't look up."
"That's the most dreadful thing I've heard," Linda snapped indignantly. "Comparing my pussy to Linda Lovelace's pussy. I'm proud of mine. I don't display it before millions of people on the screen and in magazines."
"Don't you wish you could?" Billy winked.
"No way," she replied.
"They say she's made a million since that movie Deep Throat," Billy told her.
"That's different," she told him. "I never knew Linda was in the chips. Perhaps I should consider a film career."
"If you'd shave your box," Billy suggested, "and send some of those pussy pictures in to the producers in Hollywood, maybe they would make your pussy a star."
"You've got an idea there," she told him, "you really have. But I would want to be in something different."
"That's true," Billy said as he began massaging her vagina with the soap. "Maybe you would like to appear in something like Tight Ass. That would be a good sequel to Deep Throat."
"You have such a creative mind, Billy," she told him. "You should be one of those producers yourself."
"I've still got high school to complete," Billy said. "And then I will know where I'm going."
When he had finished washing her pussy he told her to turn around.
"What are you gonna do now, Billy?" Linda asked him curiously.
"I'm gonna wash your ass out," he told her.
"Why?" she asked him.
"I might want to suck it," he explained.
Linda was amazed at Billy's boldness.
Nevertheless, she went along with him.
"If that's what you want," she told him, "I'll let you stick your tongue in my ass-hole."
"Thanks a lot," Billy grinned.
Now she was eager to wash him off.
"Billy, let me wash off your penis," she told him. "You might ask me to lick it, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna suck on a dirty dick."
"Don't say that," he told her, "that is no way to talk about my penis. I'm proud of it."
"I'm sorry," Linda apologized, "I forget how many men pride themselves in their penises."
"I don't expect you to worship it or anything like that," Billy smiled knowingly, "but I do expect some respect for my cock."
"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and you have every right to."
Billy had made his point. And she was delighted to wash off his thick code.
"That's it," he told her, "play with me."
She let the soap slide along his penis. Then she played with his balls and washed them off, too.
"Turn around, sweetheart," she smiled. "I want to wash your ass real good."
Billy turned around. She let the soap slip between his ass cheeks. Billy held the soap tightly.
"Good for you, Billy," she smiled. "You know what you're doing."
At this point she let the water flash around his ass.
Stepping out of the shower they dried each other off.
Linda looked at him nervously.
"I suppose," she said softly, "that I should consider it an honor that a young boy like you would want to go to bed with me. But there's one thing that I have to tell you."
"What's that?" he demanded curiously.
"I would be a molester if I went to bed with you."
"Would that stop you, Linda?"
"No," she admitted.
"Let's go," he told her.
Going into the bedroom she pulled back the bed covers.
"What will we do first?" she asked the young boy curiously.
"I like to have my ass sucked," he told her. "I was reading in a book about getting one's ass rimmed while a chick is pulling on his pecker. That's a great sensation."
"Do you mind if I have a drink first?" she asked him nervously.
"Of course not," he told her, "and, baby, get me a drink, too."
"That would be wrong," Linda insisted. "You are a minor. Minors are not supposed to drink."
"Forget it," he told her. "I am going to do as I damn please."
"I'm certain you will," she told him.
Billy drank with her. When she got a little loaded she looked at him blurry eyed.
"You'd be surprised how many men I've had," she told him. "It's strange what they ask, though. They want you to do the most disgusting things. Why they have to get their balls sucked, their asses licked, and their cocks sucked is more than I know."
"You like to get your pussy eaten, don't you?" he demanded.
"That's different," Linda snapped. "I can keep my pussy clean. I spray it with deodorants and douche twice a day."
"Twice a day?" he asked her curiously.
"Just in case I find somebody who wants to tongue me," she told him.
"But you're a single girl," he reminded her.
"That doesn't mean that I don't have sex," Linda told him. "Secretively I've been having sex with the man next door for years. You know Mr. Wilson?"
"Mr. Wilson is married," Billy reminded her.
"What difference does that make?" Linda laughed.
"You don't have many principles, do you?" he asked her.
"If I was one of those principle prudes, honey, you wouldn't get your cock in me."
"That's true," Billy said, "but don't you worry about what Mrs. Wilson would say?"
"No," she laughed. "Mrs. Wilson-likes to fuck me, too. She drives a mean dildo."
"They sound like a lovely family," he told her flatly.
"They're marvelous people," she replied. "By coincidence we were taking the sensitivity course together at the sex clinic. Wasn't that wonderful?"
Billy took another gulp of his drink.
"It wae unusual," Billy admitted, "but I don't know whether it was wonderful or not. Do you enjoy a dildo slipping into your pussy?"
"Of course I do," she replied. "She fills the dildo up with a bladder bag that's attached to it. It shoots. Just like the real thing."
"That sounds like a pretty swinging dildo," Billy told her.
"It should be," she told him, "I hear it cost forty-five dollars."
"I've never seen a dildo like that," Billy said, thinking how simple his Aunt Alice's dildo was.
"Well," she laughed, "I'm sure there are many things you haven't seen, young man. But you will. I have a feeling you're gonna have a lot of adventures in your lifetime."
"I hope so," Billy said.
Suddenly he wanted to shave her box again.
"Get me a shaver," he told her, "I want to shave your pussy."
"All right," she agreed. "If you are so hot to shave my box I guess there will be no peace until I let you shave it."