Chapter 7

CAROL: BORED HOUSEWIFE

JIMMY: LUSTY DELIVERY BOY

THE OLDER WOMAN: Carol S., at age 39, is showing some signs of losing what was regarded a "sexual flush of youth" and she harbors suspicions about her husband's faithfulness.

Although Carol is still sexually attractive she has typical woman-like fears about her inability to satisfy her husband. She speaks candidly when she says:

"Philip and I always used to go at it about three or four times a week. We used to play around a little, then he'd use his mouth on me to get me so hot that I'd just about beg him to sock it to me." She laughs at revealing this intimacy. "Oh, we're swingers when it comes to using the far out ways to get our kicks. Sometimes, I'd even use my mouth on him and make him scream with tension. That was the way we'd begin it.

"Other times, Philip would take me in the back way and it turned me on like nothing else. He would really 'stab' me and work on me and make me feel like a real woman!

"But in the past few years, he's sort of eased off. Oh, he's not losing his stuff; he's as hot as ever because when I use my mouth on him, it takes a couple minutes and he goes off. But then, he doesn't do much more for me. It's getting too one-sided. He used to go hog wild over my breasts. He would lick and suck my nipples for hours on end. Well, maybe not hours but he couldn't get enough of them. He's a real breast lover, that one. But now, he just pinches my nipples a little, then fools around and acts as if it's something he wants to get over with. I'm not so exciting to him as I used to be."

Carol says that she has had to resort to masturbation, using any elongated object such as a Coke bottle, a candle, a thick sausage. "It's this last thing that brought me to Jimmy, the butcher boy. Mmmm, he's dreamy. He's not as wet behind the ears as you think. He's got the hots and he can make a woman feel like she's really something."

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we note an interesting sexual analogy. The older woman craves attention; she wants to be the circle-center of sexual attraction and can succeed with a younger boy who is still goggle-eyed and fresh-faced to think that ANY woman is sexually appealing. Such women are usually sexually selfish and egotistical; they seek to disguise their lack of sexual appeal by seducing young boys who just don't know or appreciate anything better!)

The delivery boy, Jimmy, would bring in sausages and other telephone ordered meats, and he would be invited to stay awhile. That was how Carol, as well as some of the other lovely and bored housewives on the route would debauch themselves-and the boy!

Carol is sexually bored! Her husband is a daily commuter into the city. He leaves his childless wife at home with almost nothing to do. Like many others who live in suburbia, they are bored. It is believed that Philip is seeing a whore in the city because there are times when "he can't even get it up," according to Carol, even when I (complete and rather detailed description of tongue friction on a man's erection to the point of his seminal discharge) and if a man can't get hot that way, he's had it!"

This may be true; or, it may be that the almost dynamic pace has drained out the husband and his interest in Carol has slackened off. This is noted in many marriages which place almost total emphasis upon physical satisfaction. Once the initial interest has worn off, there is little left.

Sex in marriage is a solid foundation; but emotional rapport is even more important when the physical interest has relaxed.

In Carol's situation, it was all too-physical and now Philip is losing interest.

But for Carol, she is still sexually aroused and she craves any form of erotic pleasure to ease her pounding tensions. She honestly admits she feels guilty about her masturbation.

"I don't get a big bang out of twisting my clitoris or sticking anything into my (vagina). It's something I have to do or else I'll go out of my mind. I know it's rediculous for a married woman to have to do that but if she's got a husband who doesn't even bother with her for a week or two at a time, she's got to try something else. But I don't really care for this 'jacking off because it's not as good as having a hot guy working you over."

THE DELIVERY BOY. At age 16, Jimmy is already a good looking boy. He has long sideburns, thick hair in the 'mod' style that makes him look like a pug-nosed cherub. He's also well built with thick biceps, a budding barrel chest, and a lusty urge between his strong thighs. Jimmy is a school dropout.

"I was in the bathroom with another guy and we had our pants down. He was going to 'go down' (slang expression for homosexual fellatio or mouth application to the male penis) on me and then I'd do the same for him. Man, we were so hot, we were in a dream world. That's when some stupid wise guy kid-you know the type, with horn rim glasses and always studying with his damn books, and never even looking at a girl-he conies in and catches us.

"There sure was hell to pay after that," snickers the smooth-faced boy while making an habitual scratch of his crotch. "Man, the principal and the social worker dame and all the rest damn near had us thrown in the tank. Cold turkey, and all that crap. Hell, all we did was want to fool around. It's not as if we had a (vernacular for a female) and wanted to (female intromission) her."

Jimmy was severely reprimanded; his parents were notified and he was immediately suspended from the school. The other boy was also punished. His parents sent him to some prison-like boarding school where the discipline was so rigid the boys were watched closely even when they showered. This type of environment will only increase the boy's sexual frustration and undoubtedly influence him further toward oral homosexuality. But anger and shock often preclude common sense, even in matters of sex.

Jimmy did not want to go to another school; his parents made the boy feel so bad about his homosexual act (and he blithely laments, "I didn't even get a chance to go off; that damn kid caught us while we were still getting hot and ready to go. Had to use my hand or I'd go crazy, man.") that he became confused.

As a school dropout, Jimmy now went to work. He became a delivery boy for a large butcher and soon learned that his sexual frustrations could be solved by "putting out" for the "old bags." (To a 16-year old, anyone over 20 is regarded of ancient vintage.)

"I don't dig the queer stuff," he says defensively, "and even though I kidded around a little, it was just because I couldn't get no girls. I mean, some of those (girls) are so scared o' getting knocked up. You just try to touch their (vaginal organs) and they go screamin' that they're gonna get babies. So, it's either use your hand on yourself, or do a queer job to get your rocks off. I don't dig going to no whore. I mean, that's real low down and there ain't no kick in it.

"Besides, I'm kind of a cute looking kid," he is truthfully vain, "and I don't need to pay no whore to get what I got. It should be the other way around."

In reply-IT IS!!

THE SITUATION: Bored and frustrated, Carol took to looking at other men. But some of them were too old for her tastes; some were married and so-called "respectable" to the point where they'd not even look when she'd appear at the door in her black chiffon negligee, with her still well-formed globular breasts poking against the bodice. She'd even put rouge or lipstick on her strawberry-lice nipples to heighten their appeal but she could not make headway with some of the delivery men.

Then she ordered some "very large, thick sausages" from the butcher shop. It came about when she saw the cute Jimmy on his motorized wagon; she copied down the imprinted name of the butcher shop and ordered the meat.

Carol was not necessarily aware of the boy's stud service; she just knew that he had an athletic body, sensual eyes, and a way of looking and walking about as if he knew he had erotic power and that he was in favour and demand.

It was a form of sexual conceit that is familiar with most young males who have an animalistic pride in their virility.

Carol sensed this and decided to try and involve the boy in a sexual affair.

Early one morning, he appeared at the kitchen door of the small stucco suburban home. "Mornin', ma'am," he scratched his head and then his dark, sensual eyes gaped at the nearly naked Carol who yawned lazily, let her globular treasures roll around. She thrust forth her panty-covered and somewhat plumpish hips in a bizarre motion.

"Morning, young man. Oh, I'm so sorry," she feigned embarrassment as she pulled her see-through nearly transparent black lace negligee around her naked breasts. She saw his hot leer and the quick pulsebeat of animal lust.

"I have the sausages you ordered."

She stood back and said, "Come on in, kid. You ought to get a little extra tip for being so prompt."

She saw the athletic movements of the boy, the enviable power nestled in his tight pants. Damn kids of today, wearing such tight pants that their whole stuff is outlined. That kid's got a real good one. Then she came back to the present and noticed his lingering slouch against the kitchen table.

He was getting horny just standing there!

"You said you wanted big sausages," he licked his lips while his eager young eyes travelled up and down the woman's lush body. "I got a real big one...."

"I'll bet you do," she laughed and moved around, pretending to put things in place, letting him see her big bottom. "I'll bet you're a big boy, all right."

"Ma'am?" He raised his eyebrows but there was a smile on his smooth and pinkish face. His dark hair tumbled lazily over his smooth forehead.

"Oh, don't call me that. I'm Carol and you're...." She took his hand, felt a tremor.

"Jimmy," he kept swallowing nervously. "I'm Jimmy. My boss at the butcher shop said you liked big sausages all the time."

Carol felt his hot desire go right through her groin. She stood before him, now holding both of his hands. "I always like big things, Jimmy. I'll bet you're the biggest boy around town. Mmmm, you have nice strong muscles." She ran her palms up and down his flinching biceps, then her hands came to his hip bones, and before she was aware of it, she let her fingers caress his groin.

The boy was red-faced, more out of sexual congestion than of any timidity. It was apparent he had been initiated into the rites of sex by the other lonely and perverted women in the suburban community. He felt himself swelling.

"I used to belong to the gym at school," he said truthfully. "Worked out with weights."

"Why did you quit?"

He was lost for an answer. It was the first time anyone had asked. These days, it was just accepted to be a drop out. The reason? For a mischievous reason, he would tell her.

"A ww, some creep caught me in the bathroom. I was ... you know ... fooling around...." He laughed shyly. He boyishly put one foot on top of the other. But his thick and elongated bulge was proof of his hammerhead arousal.

"With yourself? You shouldn't do that, Jimmy. It'll stunt your growth. You'll get pimples if you do."

He felt a slight embarrassment at such an intimate statement from the woman. "Oh, no, no, I wasn't whacking at my thing," he became lewd, "it's that there was this other hot kid; he was queer. He said he'd (oralism) if I'd (oralism) in return. So we both started to do it and this creep came in and caught us. Damn it, we didn't even yet get our rocks off and he was hollaring for the teacher. After that, I had to quit. Didn't want the whole damn school to call me queer."

She took his meat-like hand and pulled the well-built teen-age boy into an adjoining bed-sitting room. She could feel his heart-pounding anxiety. As for herself, Carol was so rigid with desire, she would have done anything to have the boy right here on the spot!

"Ah, Jimmy, you shouldn't feel that way. After all, boys try lots of things before they settle down to the best way of having fun. Just because a queer boy propositioned you is no reason to feel queer.

"Now, since you've been so nice, I think I ought to give you an extra tip. After all, you do have big sausages."

He was laughing with sexual excitation as he saw her rummage around in a drawer. He did not know that this had all been planned in advance.

"See? It's a nice jock strap." She held up this intimate item, noticed his filmy look and the embarrassment, and then said. "It's made for big ... ohhh, you know ... want to try it on?"

Now Jimmy knew that this had been forethought. Some of the other women on the route would use wiles and tricks to get him undressed. Others would just come right out and say what they wanted.

He held it dumbly, then with an impish look on his smug and conceited baby face, he guffawed, "Wanta watch while I fill it up?"

"You bet, Jimmy. And I'll watch while you fill up something else." She worked swiftly as she shed her filmy garment. It fell in a silky puddle at her feet. Her globular breasts, slightly sagging but still full and plump with rouge-contoured nipples, danced in the shaded light. She felt his hot leer. "Go on ... when you take off your pants, I'll let you take off my pants."

Jimmy dropped the stupid jock strap. Right now, the boy was so aroused, he would have raped the woman if she had resisted him.

"Sure, ma'am...."

He worked quickly. He peeled himself out of his T-shirt, flexing his muscles more by instinct than pride; he had a broad chest with thick biceps and smooth rolling pectorals. Then he worked open his big belt and slithered out of his jeans.

Naked, he was like a young Apollo. His enormous power poked forth in lewd hedonism.

"Okay, baby, now let's you and me make the scene." Every part of his animalistic power was alive. This boy knew the score. His callus-covered hands rubbed her breasts, then he grabbed the elastic band of her panties and almost ripped them free. He was sweating in a sexual frenzy. "Come on, come on!" he grew savage with ramrod stiff lust. "You just work it up and down ... no, no ... use your mouth, damn it, just to make me real good...."

Carol fell to the humiliating task with a perverted lust. "Mmmm," she used every tactile and oral trick to bring the super-sexed boy stud to an animal pitch. "Now, oh now, my baby boy," she reared up and in a sudden motion, actually mounted him. He was surprised at her passionate ardor.

"Hey, what's ... lemme do it...." He had to struggle until he was able to push her back down on the bed. Now, he mounted her while he grabbed her breasts with sweaty hands. His body was livid and aroused. Every muscle and sinew poured out with sweat-soaked glistening sheen.

"Oh, that's the way ... all the way," sobbed out Carol. When she felt the wedge, a shock of pain lacerated her femininity. "It hurts, it hurts ... please ... be ... gentle ... oh, Jimmy ... ohhh...."

"I gotta do it my way," he used lewd tones as he invaded and almost split her asunder. "Ohbhh...."

The heat was insufferable.

Pounding hammers slammed at the base of his skull. The agony-pleasure was tortuous in its heady delight. A knife-Ike pain skewered the older woman. She clutched onto the boy's rapidly undulating buttock cheeks.

She thrilled to the erotic feel of his huge pouch as it kept slamming against her perineum. But it had all happened so swiftly. The poor sex dolt! All he cared about was what he had between his legs!

"I'm gonna blast off!" he gritted his teeth; knotted muscles and veins bulged in his throat. Then his eyeballs revolved wildly. "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby ... agrhrrahhh...."

When it happened, the copious proof of his boy-manhood was enough to make Carol want to scream with sheer ecstasy.

The slamming muds thundered against her delicate flesh. 'That's it, boy, that's it!" she kept hollering as she locked her ankles around his sweating body, imprisoning the undulating stud. Every part of him was now possessed by her. "Ohhhh...."

The insufferable heat. It enveloped and encompassed the two of them. The pounding of their temples and the almost murderous sensations of their roaring bloodstream made the two of them fall into a coma.

When they were able to revive and their belaboured breathing broke the stillness, the two lust seekers slithered apart.

"Whew!" He shook his shaggy head. His face now looked impishly boyish. He was like a big Pan, a perennial cherub with precocious genitalia which, at this moment, was semi-flaccid in its gleaming power. "Whew! That was some workout."

Carol was still dazed. The sheer ecstasy of it had made her swoon. The pounding was stilled. The pent up dam of emotions was now subsiding.

She diddled his enviable powers and let her fingertips stroke and knead where she knew, by experience, a male was reflex-sensitive.

"You're a wonderful boy," she felt a slight tremor in his groin. "You're so wonderful, I'd like to lock you up and keep you for stud service."

He laughed, then with the impetuousness of youth, removed himself. "I gotta get movin'. I got a job to do."

He did not even wash himself. Nakedly, the boy slipped into his clothes. He looked casually at Carol. The older woman wasn't bad, he thought. Wonder what her old man would say if he knew this damn whore was cheatin' on him? Later, thought Jimmy, he'd ask for some hush money. But why kill the goose that laid the golden egg?

She pressed a few crisp bills into his big paw, after she had dressed and showed him out of the house. "Now remember, if I call and ask for big sausages, I want big sausages!"

They laughed.

For a long time, she watched his athletic and well built physique as he went down the street to his motorized cart. Soon, he was out of sight.

"Carol," she hugged her aching breasts, "you've got yourself a lover boy. Better keep him!" She giggled when she saw the thick sausages. "I won't be needing these from now on!"

PSYCHOSEXUAL SUMMARY: In this situation, the older woman needed sexual relief and she took it from the first convenient source available. She does not necessarily have a "youth fetish" but she will take youth because of its virility. It is inevitable that either blackmail or scandal or something will happen and this will cause much distress. But for those who are sex-driven, they think solely of the present. They are unconcerned about the consequences.

Jimmy is a sexually mature and readily available youth; if responsibility is to be placed upon someone, it should be upon the adult women who actually seduce this boy. He is not appreciative of emotional sex; he may fondle and orally suckle a woman's nipples but usually because he was told it's the thing to do. He has trigger reflexes in his pubertal arousal and his sole interest is in the sex nerves of his sexual organs. He is still fixated upon his own sexual release and is concerned almost exclusively with his orgasm.

Some of these stud boys may eventually mature and be able to make a reasonable adjustment to the demands of sex: namely, give and take.

But many will become fixated at their immature level and dwell in a narcissus of self-satisfaction. Many such boys (such as in the next chapter) will become passive and just seek oralism directed upon themselves. Older women often display a compulsion for being active fellatio performers and this may often warp and twist the young sexual development.

The disparity in ages is a serious consideration. You may eat, drink and be merry tonight but when tomorrow comes, there is the hangover!