Chapter 9

Carla was disappointed to find that her employer was out for the morning, not to return until sometime late in the afternoon. She wanted to talk to Jeffrey Barnes, find out more about the man and his son, perhaps start another scene in her private office. There was plenty of work to be done, however, and Carla was soon able to forget her preoccupations for a while.

Barnes called later in the afternoon, explaining that he would not be able to come into the office at all that day. The agency had not been doing especially well and he was hunting up some new accounts. In any case, he would arrive at her apartment with his son no later than eight that evening.

Carla breezed through the rest of the day without incident. There was a brief visit from Arturo Gonzalez, but it was impossible for the happy couple to engage in their usual amorous activities. In the boss' absence, the social life of the office had begun to flourish. Privacy was out of the question, and that was something about which Carla had become quite sensitive.

Late in the day, just before leaving, Carla snuck into Jeffrey's office to take another look at the photograph of his son. Timmy seemed a handsome if somewhat effete boy, his large green eyes dominating the picture. He seemed incredibly young and innocent, but there was something knowing in his eyes, an instinctive wisdom that immediately turned Carla on.

Carla walked home, enjoying the late afternoon sun. She had done her work well but now she would have to hurry to prepare for Mr. Barnes's visit. She had to shower, clean up, prepare a few snacks and a thousand other things. Carla appreciated the busy work, knowing that it would keep her mind occupied, prevent her from becoming nervous over the upcoming scene.

The doorbell rang ten minutes before eight, just as Carla had expected. She had changed into a simple but revealing house dress, a loose gingham affair that pressed against her tits and outlined the firm contours of her large buttocks. Black net stockings and high heeled shoes completed an ensemble she was sure would appeal to both father and son.

Carla answered the door eagerly, getting her first look at young Timothy Barnes. The boy was taller than she had expected but thin and rather wispy, his arms slender, his chest almost undeveloped. There was a look of shy intelligence on his handsome face and he spoke in a clear, high-pitched voice as he greeted Carla and allowed her to lead him to the sofa.

"What a lovely apartment," Jeffrey Barnes stated, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. "You should have been an artist, Carla. Maybe I ought to put you into the art department."

Carla smiled, offering both men drinks, sure that Timmy would kike being treated like an adult. At first she had felt no real sexual attraction to the boy but he was staring at her legs now, not bothering to conceal his curiosity, demonstrating a will and sex drive to match his father's.

Timmy accepted the drink but laid it on the coffee table untouched. At the age of fourteen he figured it would be impossible to handle alcohol and sex at the same time. The woman was sitting directly beside him now, leaning over and revealing the dark curves of her firm tits. She looked like something from a pinup magazine, a creature straight out of a wet dream.

Eventually Mr. Barnes retreated from the conversation, realizing that Carla was having no trouble speaking with his son. Timmy was a shy and introverted lad but the good-looking woman seemed able to bring him out of himself. It was good to see his son embarking on a first sexual experience, the very least a loving father could for his only heir.

"So, you don't have a steady girl friend but you do like women," Carla concluded. "I think that's a good idea. You're too young to let yourself be tied down by one girl, but I'll bet you'd have no trouble getting laid if you tried."

"Don't talk to me like a child!" Timmy answered, his voice growing stern. "I have the same insecurities as any boy my age. That's why my father brought me here, to a submissive woman with a hangup about boys. Let's leave it at that."

Carla found herself staring at the boy, amazed that such a timid looking individual would attack her so stingingly. The boy's voice was cold and clear, his gaze seemed to penetrate into the very depths of her consciousness. In a way, the son was far more threatening than the father. Mixed with Carla's sense of fear and inadequacy was a strong sexual attraction to the boy, a desire to be taken by the stronger, superior personality.

"Let's not be nasty," Mr. Barnes cautioned his son. "Carla was nice enough to agree to put out for you. I think you ought to be at least civil in return."

It took but a moment for Carla to realize that Mr. Barnes did not understand his son, patronized and feared the boy simultaneously. Timmy was a strange boy, weak and effeminate but with a penetrating intelligence. Once again Carla could feel herself being aroused by the boy's presence. If only they would stop talking and get down to what she wanted.

Mr. Barnes nodded at his son and then Timmy rose to his feet, starting to unbutton his shirt. Carla looked at the two men and then began to undress. This was going to be different from her other sexual experiences, Carla knew. For one thing, Timmy was a good two years younger than any other boy she had ever fucked, seeming to be barely on the adult side of puberty.

On the other hand, the boy was cool, calculating and domineering. He was likely to demand more than her other lovers, expect Carla to be both subservient and responsive. Carla got out of her clothing quickly but clumsily, unable to control her fingers, consumed with curiosity and fear.

Timmy joined her on the couch while his father remained comfortable seated in the easy chair, sipping a drink, a smoldering cigarette in the ashtray beside him. Still, Barnes was aware of their every move. Carla knew that her job and reputation rested on her ability to take the boy's virginity successfully.

Carla took the boy in her arms, finally daring to look down at Timmy's crotch. The boy's body was almost completely hairless his limbs devoid of muscle. He looked more like a girl than a boy, with the exception of his naked prick, which was thick and fairly long, something he had evidently inherited directly.

She couldn't help being thrilled by the idea of fucking a boy that young. Timmy was physically weaker than herself, probably had little control over his sexual functions. In that way, he posed no threat for her, was the most appealing of all Carla's under-aged lovers.

Timmy kissed her at that point, sliding his tongue directly into Carla's open mouth. His breath tasted like green leaves, fresh and immature, and odor that permeated Timmy's entire body. Carla continued the kiss for a few minutes, hoping the boy would start to explore her body on his own initiative.

Sure enough, Timmy reached down for Carla's left tit, breaking the kiss without feeling or ceremony. He wrapped his skinny fingers around the heavy globe and squeezed hard, staring at the blood which suffused below the thin skin. Then he began to work on Carla's nipples with almost scientific curiosity, making no effort to turn the woman on, touching her in every conceivable way. Obviously it was the first time he had been with a woman.

Carla slumped back on the couch, scene of so many of her recent sexual adventures. Timmy lowered his mouth to the huge tits, biting into Carla's nipple and bringing a scream from her lips. Barnes stared over at the couple with a smile on his handsome face, sure that Carla was digging everything his son did to her. In fact, he was not far from the truth, despite the tears that had begun to well up in Carla's eyes.

Timmy continued his dispassionate investigation of Carla's body, like a young doctor performing a dissection. His hands moved over every inch of her satiny skin, parted Carla's labia, stroked her clitoris. But it was all done so coldly, with no thought for her own pleasure, that Carla felt herself growing afraid. Now she was thankful for the father's presence.

Carla decided to get in on the act herself, unable to stand being treated like a laboratory specimen any longer. She looked down at the boy's prick and saw that it had remained unmoved, thick and attractive, but as flaccid as ever. That was something she knew about, something she could easily remedy. Carla stretched her hand down slowly, as if touching a dangerous animal, not wanting to take her strange young lover by surprise.

The boy leaned back on the couch, content to be passive for the nonce. He watched carefully as Carla took his prick into her soft understanding hands, almost smiled as she felt the long cool fingers tickling his prick with consummate respect, handling the organ as if it were a precious relic.

A few seconds later Timmy felt his prick getting hard. Carla was using her fingers well, weighing the prick in her palm and soothing and exciting it simultaneously. At that point, Mr. Barnes began to watch more closely, putting out his cigarette, not wanting to miss a second of the action.

Things were going well so far, Carla considered. The quiescent cock had come to life under her expert touch, was throbbing hot and heavy in Carla's hands. Still, the boy did not trust her yet, was not at all relaxed being with her. There was one thing she could do about that, put herself in the most vulnerable position possible, let the boy dominate her completely.

Carla slid off the couch, dropping to her knees before the dazzlingly handsome young lad. His prick held firmly in her hand, Carla pressed her lips to the thick bald tool, feeling heat suffusing from the thin pink skin. Yes, the boy wanted to be sucked off alright, was fighting to hide his strong emotions.

Carla kissed the heavy prick for a few seconds and then parted her lips, swallowing her pride along with the first four inches of her young lover's cock. Now that she was turning him on the boy was ignoring her needs entirely. He was a selfish child, greedy for pleasure, and she had to satisfy him fully before the critical eyes of a demanding father.

Timmy looked down at the kneeling woman with cold snake eyes, no longer smiling. His sexual activities to that point had consisted only of masturbation. There was no doubt in his mind that Carla was going to turn him on far better than that. Already she had his blood boiling, his prick lunging forward into her mouth despite his attempts to control himself.

Carla pushed her head forward, wanting to take in the full six thick inches of her young lover's prick. She took it in a little at a time, having trouble handling the moving organ which banged continually against her straining throat. Finally she achieved her objective, feeling her lips rest against the boy's bald crotch, her teeth framing the thick base of his rod.

She kept the prick buried in her throat for several seconds, knowing that Barnes was watching her every move, expecting her to be just as good as she had been that day in her private office. Carla then let the huge organ glide partway out of her mouth, dripping with large drops of her thick saliva.

Then she began to move her head up and down like a machine, a cylinder raped by the boy's thrusting piston. He was moving a lot faster now, rubbing his balls against her chin with every stroke, not caring if he caused the woman to choke and gag. In fact, the boy seemed to like it best when Carla was having trouble, took a sadistic delight in her difficulties.

Nonetheless, Carla gave the boy the best blow job which she was capable of producing. Her head continued to bob and her tongue and lips caressed the big cock from every angle. Her jaw was tired from the effort of taking the boy in, but Carla was sure that Timmy would come soon. All young boys were like that—incapable of controlling their passion for long.

Mr. Barnes had got halfway up from his chair at that point, fascinated by Carla's performance. His prick formed an ill-disgusted lump in the crotch of his flannel trousers and it was obvious that he was holding himself back. Later when Carla had satisfied the boy's curiosity there would be a chance to get at her himself. For the moment he was obliged to be a spectator.

Carla spit the heavy cock out of her mouth, still holding it by the base in her soft right hand. She began to lick the long tube as if it were a lollipop, her tongue twirling around the base, her teeth catching the few pubic hairs. Timmy seemed to like that just fine, staring down at the woman as if amazed by her powers of sexual stimulation.

Then Carla started to work on the boy's balls, first licking the vulnerable orbs, then stuffing them directly into her gaping mouth. She dandled and licked and sucked her lover's scrotum until it too was coated with saliva. All the while Timmy's cock pushed against her cheeks, covering Carla with her own saliva, a reminder that she hadn't yet been able to make him come.

A few moments later, Carla went back to work on the throbbing organ which now represented a challenge to her femininity. Timmy was the most appealing of her lovers, younger, more commanding, smarter than his competition. Her cunt was watering copiously as Carla brought the boy to verge of fulfillment.

She kept the head of Timmy's prick between her lips, confining herself for the while to that most sensitive part of a man's sexual apparatus. Timmy seemed harder than ever then, his prick like oak, unbending in her caressing mouth. Carla could feel the blood coursing through his penile veins, knew it would not be long before her mouth was awash with cum.

Timmy moved faster and faster, lifting himself off the couch, his prick going ever deeper into Carla's foreshortened mouth. He stopped moving suddenly and without warning, holding Carla roughly by the nape of the neck, spewing his juices directly into the woman's waiting and greedy mouth.

Carla drank down the juices as quickly as they were produced, thrilling to the sharp saline taste, knowing that she had been the first woman lucky enough to get a mouthful of the boy's semen. Timmy pulled his prick out while it was still spurting, wanting to watch his orgasm, delighted to see a thick stream of come spatter all over Carla's lovely, sophisticated face.

"Your first blow job," Jeffrey Barnes announced a few seconds later, sounding as if he were talking of some athletic trophy or scholastic accolade. "But don't stop with that. You can see Carla's dying to fuck you. Go ahead and give it to her."

"Yes, you can fuck me if you want, darling," Carla finally dared to utter. "Anything you want—my asshole, my cunt—anything at all. I want you so fucking bad, Timmy."

Timmy stared at the woman with undisguised contempt. He had heard enough from his father to know that she was a nympho, a woman who would take anything and love it. Now she was literally begging on her knees for fucking. It was flattering and disgusting at the same time, intensely stimulating as well.

Timmy decided to fuck the woman on the soft yielding rug, figuring that the couch would cramp his movements. He ordered Carla to lay down on her back and the woman obeyed with alacrity. Timmy was being nicer now, almost solicitous, evidently feeling an emotional bond after the way she had sucked him off. That meant they would fuck successfully, she figured.

"It's easy to do," Carla stated, looking at the boy's erect penis. "Just get right on top of me and I'll help you. I'll show you just where to put your big, beautiful thing."

"I can do it myself, you stupid bitch," Timmy answered, the words bit off as they left his thin lips. "I may be a virgin, but I can figure out a few things. Just shut your stupid mouth and remember that you want it more than I do. I can go to any whore, but it's not so easy for you to find a young boy."

Once again it was all Carla could do to hold back the tears that began to well up in her almond-shaped, blue eyes. She spread her legs a little wider and decided to say nothing further to the cruel boy. She would let him fuck her and undoubtedly respond to the feel of his healthy young cock but this time she was going to give none of her emotional substance to her lover.

Timmy leaped from the couch, positioning himself between Carla's smooth white thighs as if he had done it a thousand times before. His big prick was bumping against Carla's thighs and the desperately horny woman reached down, gripping it tightly and aiming the spear directly into her hungry vulva.

Timmy seemed even bigger now, his cock filling her to capacity. The boy began to move as soon as he had entered Carla, drawing his prick out so that the tip was resting against her clitoris, then introducing it again, taking a full ten seconds to bury his six inches. Carla thought she would go out of her mind with frustration, hoping against hope that the boy would hurry and fuck her properly.

"That's right, Timmy," Mr. Barnes encouraged his son. "Shove it into her as hard as you want. She can take, it, she likes it hard and rough. Go on, scum her up a little."

Carla felt the boy starting to fuck her harder, his prick domineering and masterful. It was wonderful to feel his hot breath panting on her neck, his hands gripping her by the hips. Yes, the boy was really into it now, loving every minute of it, turning her on as well as himself.

He raised himself up onto outstretched palms, concentrating his slight weight, bearing down harder on Carla's pelvis and pussy. The woman greeted him eagerly, squeezing well used cunt muscles around the boy's muscular shaft. She was going to come before he did, despite the fact that Timmy wasn't trying to turn her on. The mere feeling and sight of the fourteen-year-old boy was enough to send Carla into paroxysms of lust.

Carla stopped moving, knowing that Timmy wanted her completely passive for a while. Her orgasm was imminent, and Carla wasn't sure that the boy would approve of it, concerned as he was with his own pleasure alone. Still, there was nothing she could do to alter the course of nature. Her body's demands could be neither changed nor ignored.

Carla held her breath at the onset of her orgasm, stifling her usual cries of passion. Timmy watched her from above, as dispassionate as before, obviously understanding what was happening to the woman. His prick remained stationary for the full duration of Carla's incredibly powerful climax.

Sweat poured off Carla's lovely face as she celebrated her orgasm, her cunt closing down tighter than ever on the young cock that had filled it so well. Still, Carla moved no other part of her body, seeing that Timmy was watching her closely, intrigued by his ability to make the woman moan with lust. By that point, Carla did not care who was fucking her, as long as he did not withdraw his prick, allowed her to run the course of passion.

Timmy smiled down at the woman, evidently proud of his ability as a cocksman. His first sexual experience and the woman was already begging him for more, moving again despite her fatigue, meeting his every stroke with her up-thrust hips. The young boy started to fuck faster, enjoying himself, knowing that his father was still watching every move.

A few moments later Carla wanted more from Timmy, wanted to feel his cock in her asshole as well as cunt. However, she did not dare to suggest it to the tyrannical lad, hoping that he would come up with it out of his own imagination.

Carla looked down at her lover's cock, which now seemed to be harder and tauter than ever. Veins stood out on its shiny surface and the wand had turned a dark purple in color. Otherwise, Timmy seemed unmoved by the experience, his face a stony mask of ill-concealed contempt.

Becoming more bold in her advances, Carla wrapped her arms around the boy's slender white back, clutching him tightly, making it impossible for Timmy to move. Slowly she slid her lovely, sensitive hands down the boy's back, until they were resting on his thin hard buttocks, her index finger reaming out Timmy's dry little asshole.

The boy stiffened momentarily, but then smiled at Carla, picking up on the hint almost immediately. He pulled his prick from Carla's pussy and then looked up to his father for guidance, not sure what he was supposed to do with the woman next.

"Turn her over and fuck her up the ass," Barnes stated in a level tone of voice. "I know she likes it that way, and you might as well learn, too. Go ahead, it's the easiest thing in the world. I've done it to her myself."

Carla helped her lover, turning over onto all fours on the thick carpet. Her asshole was prominent, sticking out from between her fleshy thighs, pink and inviting. Timmy crouched behind the beautiful woman, his cock held stiff in his right hand against the opening of her asshole. He was ready to explore the third of Carla's luscious orifices.

Once again Carla felt ashamed of the way she was being used. Timmy cared nothing about her, thought of Carla as nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. But that didn't matter as long as he fucked her. Carla knew that she was well past the point of resistance now that she had had her first orgasm.

Carla felt the large prick bending as it was forced into her moist asshole. Her own pussy juice served as a lubricant, making it easy for Carla to weather the lunges of her young and merciless lover. It felt wonderful to feel the boy's cock working its way ineluctably into her bunghole.

Carla moved with her lover as soon as the huge hairless prick had been inserted halfway into her body. Timmy seemed nervous and unsure of himself at first, despite the clinging feel of Carla's asshole. A few minutes later he seemed to decide that he was going to enjoy himself, to empty his balls into the woman's waiting anal channel. He reached around Carla's body and began to fondle the woman's tits, which were practically touching the rug in the position Carla had assumed. She sighed as she felt Timmy's hands squeezing down on her nipples once again. Maybe this time she would be able to come with her lover, teach the young boy even more about the pleasures of sex.

The two lovers were welded together in a bond of shared passion. Carla moved closer to her young lover, digging her soft buttocks into the boy's narrow midsection, trying to pull more of his cock into her body. Her head was bouncing up and down with the effort of being cornholed but the woman didn't rest for a second, not until the boy was ready to fly.

Timmy withdrew his prick part way, wanting to watch the heavy organ sliding in and out of its new home. It was fascinating to be able to fuck the woman's asshole, to shove his prick into such a narrow aperture. More amazing was the way Carla was reacting to his strokes, digging every minute of it, willing to take anything her lover wanted to dish out.

Carla tried to use her anal muscles to draw the heavy cock back into her body. She was so close to orgasm that it was painful to have the boy fucking her so slowly and dispassionately. She worked hard and soon Carla's efforts were crowned with success. The boy leaned his body forward and she could feel all six inches being inserted back into her hungry bunghole.

Just as before, Carla moved with her lover, trying to establish some sort of common rhythm. Timmy was turning her on better than any of his predecessors and she wanted to reach the boy on a personal level, explain things to him with the passionate gyrations of her magnificent, lusting body.

For a few more minutes they seemed to be on the same wavelength. Carla was able to stop moving, to sit back and feel the boy working his prick into her asshole with tender loving care. He seemed more at peace with himself at that point, actually caressing her thighs and buttocks. It seemed that she had tamed the beast, reached the cold-blooded young boy at last.

A few seconds later, Carla knew that she had judged the boy wrongly. She could feel him moving closer and closer to the point of release, his prick throbbing within her. That caused Carla's passion to peak. She was almost ready to come when the boy pulled his prick out, suddenly and without explanation.

Before she knew what was happening, the boy was standing directly in front of Carla, his prick held firmly in hand. He shoved the dripping wet organ between Carla's lips, his desires clear and unmistakable. The boy had merely been toying with Carla, preferred her mouth to her asshole, did not care that he had left the woman high and dry just before her orgasm.

Carla opened her lips with a feeling of betrayal and disappointment. The boy's prick bucked and jerked in her mouth, forcing itself into the back of Carla's throat. Carla could taste her own cunt and asshole on the heavy scepter, but that didn't bother her as much as the boy's complete lack of sympathy for herself and her desires.

A few seconds later Timmy shot his load into Carla's mouth for the second time in a hour. Carla licked and sucked at the lad's prick and then received her reward, a veritable ocean of come flooding between her lips, filling Carla's mouth to capacity as she struggled to swallow it to the last drop.

Timmy kept his prick in Carla's mouth that had pleased him so well. A few seconds later he realized that it was all over, that he had got everything he could ask for from the submissive woman.

"I guess we ought to go now, Dad," Timmy commented, getting slowly to his feet. "You can fuck her if you want, but I'd rather go home. I have to get up for school in the morning."

Mr. Barnes looked from his son to Carla and then back again, not knowing what to say. He had been turned on watching them fuck, but it was obvious that his son didn't want to share Carla, at least not at the present time. Mr. Barnes shrugged his shoulders as he watched Timmy dress, knowing that he should say something to Carla before they left.

However, there was very little to say. Carla had remained on the rug, her face blushing furiously, her emotions rubbed raw. She had loved Timmy so well, had expected so much from the boy. They were perfectly matched lovers but he had let her down, had showed that he cared about nothing but his own pleasure. For the second time in her life Carla felt mastered and ill-used by a man.

Later that night Carla was able to get to sleep, knowing that she would never forget Timmy, no matter how many other boys she managed to fuck. He had her number all right, but it seemed unlikely she would ever see him again. The boy had left without kissing her or even saying good-bye. It was best to resign herself to doing without the handsome lad.