Chapter 3
The slender blond boy in a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans standing in the doorway blushed furiously as he stared at Robin's terry-robed figure. He lowered his soft, gray eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss Cane. I thought I'd stop by and cut the grass. I can come back tomorrow."
"No, no, no, Bud," Robin said hastily as he turned away. "Come in. I'd like you to do it today. Let's go out to the kitchen for a Coke, then you can start."
He remained standing, refusing Robin's invitation to seat himself at the breakfast table. As he reached for the offered Coke, his gaze rested momentarily on the cleft of her breasts, then swiveled away. "I can drink this outside while I'm starting the lawn mower, Miss Cane."
Sensing the boy's painful shyness, Robin put her own Coke back in the refrigerator. "All right, Bud. Wait one moment, though, I'll be right back." She returned to her bedroom, frowned at her reflection in the mirror while she worked out a plan. "Of course," she whispered aloud, "why not?" Taking a five-dollar bill from her purse, she went into the linen closet, took a beach towel from the shelf, and went back to the kitchen. "Here's your five dollars I promised... "
"I'll wait till I finish the job, Miss Cane. Maybe you won't like the way I... "
"Nonsense, Bud. Take it." She thrust the bill in his hand. "I'm going downtown shopping. I may not be home for a couple of hours. When do you have to be home for dinner?"
"I had my dinner. Dad's away in L.A. for a few days looking for a job. Morn works at the electronics plant in town. She left for work at a quarter to three. We always eat together when Dad's not home."
"Fine, Bud. It's awfully hot out there this afternoon. If you get too warm, take off your clothes and take a dip. No one can see into our yard, so don't worry about the neighbors. I'll see you when I come back."
"Okay, Miss Cane. I'll do a good job."
"I'm sure you will, Bud." Robin waited until Bud had closed the door, then hurried into her bedroom. Slipping an "A" dress over her head, she took her purse, and went out to her car parked in the driveway. She drove for several blocks, turned the car around and headed back home. Parking the car on the side street, Robin went into the house, closing the door quietly after her. She stood behind the drapes in the dining room window, peering out at Bud bending over the mower, his bare back glistening with sweat. Again and again he jerked the rope starter without getting so much as a wheezing cough out of the old machine. Robin laughed quietly as Bud straightened up and gave the rubber wheel a kick. Just a few days ago she had watched her father do the same thing, coming back into the kitchen and muttering, "I'll have to get a new mower. That goddamned thing's ready for the junk pile." Bud wheeled the mower into the tool shed, and came out after a few moments.
He banged the door shut and strolled over to the edge of the pool. Kneeling, he dipped a hand into the water, then looked up into the sunlit sky. He shook his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and got up. After a quick glance at the house, he walked over to the redwood lounge, stripped, and laid his clothes beside the beach towel. Robin massaged her tingling breasts as she stared at the naked figure. Bud closed his eyes, raised his face to the sky, and inhaled deeply. His hands massaged his chest and belly, then his hips and buttocks. Robin held her breath as his right hand caressed his soft cock and balls. Was he going to masturbate again? "Save it, Bud! Save it for me!" she whispered hoarsely. She sighed with relief as he let go of his genitals, turned and ran to the edge of the pool, taking off on a low flat dive. Robin went into her bedroom, jerked her dress over her head, tossed it onto a chair, and got her terry robe. She paused before her dresser mirror. The hunger for boyish cockflesh was raging within her, firing her loins, her clitoris, her belly, her breasts, burning away all shame and barriers from her mind. She could see it in the glitter of her eyes, in the tip of her tongue circling her lips opened in a rounded "O" as if to engorge a tasty cockhead. How long had it been since she had sucked the delicious juice from the genitals of a new, strange boy? A shiver of remembered delight coursed through her as she recalled the last time - a year ago at the end of a three-month tour of student teaching while she was completing her senior year at College. In the six years since Goggins had showed her the film of Mrs. Bellows in the act of fellatio with a black boy, Robin had fantasized herself performing the same act many times. What would black cock taste like? Was there any difference in the semen of white and black boys? During her student teaching assignment, Robin had been intrigued by a small, slender black boy, with big brown eyes and an Afro hair style. He was an intelligent boy, hard to draw out in class discussion, but alert and pungent in his comments when he did speak. She had resisted every impulse to seduce him. On the last day of her student teaching assignment, however...
Driving back to her rooming house, she saw Zeno Jones walking slowly past her house on the opposite side of the street. Throwing off all restraint, she pulled up at the curb, and called through the open window. "Zeno! Can I give you a lift?"
He shuffled over to the car, and studied her carefully, his big brown eyes scanning her petite figure.
"I don' mind," he replied, opening the car door and sliding into the seat beside her. "Where you goin' Miss Cane?"
"Do you have to be some place soon, Zeno?"
"Naw! I got the whole day to myself."
"Good!" Robin replied. "How about a ride in the country?" She smiled at him brightly, put the car in gear, and drove off.
"What you got in mind?" he asked, his eyes roving up and down her thighs exposed by the hem of her miniskirt.
Robin licked her lips as she glanced over at the crotch of his blue jeans. Zeno slid his right hand between his thighs, his fingers cupping his bunched genitals. "Unless you have other ideas, Zeno, I know a place out in the country... it's wild... and beautiful."
Zeno nodded. Robin drove slowly, looking for the gravel road she had found shortly after her arrival three months before. She had sworn to herself she would not give in to her wild lusting for boys, yet she had covered the outlying areas for a secluded spot-just in case. "Here's the road," She turned off onto the narrow dirt lane.
"You goin' to the old Contreras place. Yeah! It's a nice place. Ain't nobody goin' to stick his nose in on ya."
"Oh?"
"It's up by them woods, Miss Cane. Take it easy, the road's 'bout as wide as an elephant's ass."
"I know." Robin choked off a laugh. "You've been here before, Zeno?" she asked as she slowed to make the sharp turn.
"Yeah! Lots of times. Better drive through the woods, Miss Cane. There's a place to turn around, and no one can see the car from the road."
Robin parked the car and shut off the motor. She felt things were slipping out of her control just as they had with Mr. Goggins that first time. "Well," she said, "here we are."
"Yeah!" Zeno turned to lean his back against the door. He regarded her impassively as he raised his hand from his crotch and slid his left foot under the dash. "What you got in mind, Miss Cane?"
Robin stared at the bulge in the boy's left thigh, licking her lips while she sought an answer to his direct question.
"I... I thought... we could talk." Resentment brought a flush of anger to her cheeks. She preferred the role of aggressor in the seduction of shy boys. Zeno was obviously used to setting the terms and conditions of any sex play he entered into.
"Shit!" he snorted, "you white women! You're all alike." Unzipping his pants, he brought forth his large, black, hard cock. "You want to eat it here in the car, Miss Cane? I charge one dollar. You want to go naked in the grass, two dollars... "
"That's... commercial, Zeno!" Robin muttered.
"Hey, look, Miss Cane! I been wise to you. I could smell your hot cunt every time you looked at me. That's why I was walkin' by your rooming house. You want to play, you pay!" A sly smile bared his white teeth, gleaming in his purplish-black face. "I took a hot shower at noon back at school. Even my asshole's clean enough to bugger with your tongue - if you go for that - I got several women clients... "
"Migod! I never heard of such a thing!"
"You goin' to go, Miss Cane? We're wastin' time. I forgot to say... if you want me to eat your cunt, you pay me an extra three bucks. Then, if you want me to fuck you, that's five more... " Shocked and humiliated, Robin sat gripping the steering wheel and staring off into the woods.
"Miss Cane! It ain't like I'm a whore. I got a savings account. I figger if I'm gonna go to college, I gotta pay my way. Make up your mind."
Robin glanced at his black cock, still upright, a drop of dew on the meatus of its bulbous, dark-pink crown. Picking up her purse from the seat beside her, she muttered hoarsely, "Take off your clothes!" She put a five dollar bill into his outstretched hand.
Lying naked on the dry grass, Robin looked up at the boy with his black body glistening in the sun, at his slender hips, and his oversized black hard-on, festooned at the end by a bloated bulb of dark-pink, satiny flesh. "You go down on me first, Zeno. You'll do a better job if you still have a load... "
"Man! You got a beautiful body," Zeno said, his teeth gleaming as he grinned happily. "I suck cunt for Missus Schroeder once a week. She's got tits like gobs of bread dough, a big belly, and you should see her cunt! It's as big and sloppy as a cow's. Miss Cane! You got the prettiest tits and the nicest ass I ever saw. I'm gonna love you like you never been loved before! Roll over on your belly."
Robin had expected a quick and hurried job, but his words thrilled her. What she got was the most exciting, the wildest, the most rapturous flesh-loving she had ever known. Zeno spread himself over her back. His hard cock lay in the crease of her asscrack, stroking over her coccyx bone as his tongue and lips laved and loved her shoulders. His fingers slid under her breasts to pinch and pluck her nipples into hard little nubbins of quivering pleasure. As his hard cock stroked back and forth over her coccyx, Robin pumped her ass up and down in rhythm, delighted with the warmth of his thighs and the itchy feel of his pubic hair on her tender asscheeks. Slowly, he worked his tongue and lips down her back and spine, his cockhead sliding into her asscrack. Robin stiffened as she felt his bulbous crown touch her asshole, fearful he might attempt an entry. She relaxed when it moved lower after pulsing a fleshy kiss on her anal ring. Spreading her legs, she reached a hand under her belly to pull his thick shaft through her sopping tissues and hold it against her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooh! Zeno! That's good! Right there!" She felt his cockhead pulse a response against her clitoris, and she trembled as a minor wave of orgasms flooded her loins. "Omigod! Wonderful! Zeno!" she moaned.
He backed down to lie between her widespread legs as he nibbled all over her buttocks, down into her thighs, then back up through her cuntal slit to her twitching anus. For a minute or two his tongue fluttered about her tight anal ring, then darted into the center of it. His hands spread her asscheeks wider as he forced the tip of his tongue into her rectum. Rotating her hips, she fucked his tongue that stirred inside her like a thick hot spoon, and again felt a wave of orgasmic delight sweep through her loins. At Zeno's suggestion, Robin turned over to lie on her back. As he suckled her tits hungrily, he placed the shaft of his cock in the top of her slit and slid it back and forth in pressured massage of her pubes.
"I want to feel your cock on my little prick, Zeno. I don't want you to try to put it in, understand?"
"I won't," he said with a chuckle. "That's five bucks extra, remember?"
Robin threw her legs over the small of his back, reached down between their bellies and spread the folds of her clitoral hood. "Oooh! Zeno! Oooh! Keep it close! There!" Crossing her ankles above his back, Robin freed her ass from the ground and fucked his hard shaft with her stiff little joybud, feeling the cum bubbling up in her, boiling over in successive waves of rapturous delight. Her legs were up in the air now, bent back, widespread, and his face was buried in her tingling cuntal crack. His tongue swept up through her wet tissues to find the base of her clitoris. She screamed her joy... screamed... screamed... as he sucked her pounding miniprick into one wild orgasm after another, continued to suckle her until she felt as though she were nothing but one big, enormous cunt and clitoris pounding out delirious joy for the world. "Please! Zeno! Stop! I can't take any more! " They lay quiet for a long time. Birds sang in the woods. Crickets chirped. Gophers scampered through dry leaves. Recovered at last, Robin turned to the black boy lying with eyes closed.
"You're a darling, Zeno," she whispered, kissing his eyelids and his cheeks, his black skin glistening with her juices. She ran her tongue over his thick, pink lips, savoring the taste of her own juices. "I hope I can do as good a job on you."
For an hour or more, she made love to his flesh, tongued into his tight anus, kissed and tongued the flesh of his asscrack and thighs. At last she settled between his legs, inhaled the strong musky scent around his genitals, then tongued up his hard shaft to take the bulb of his cock in her mouth. She could taste no difference. It was cockflesh, delicious boyflesh, hard and warm and marvelously alive, pumping into her voracious mouth the luscious nectar of his being.
Twilight had settled over the woods as they dressed and got into the car. Zeno was quiet, staring off into the dark woods. He put a hand into his pocket, extracted the five dollar bill, and handed it to Robin. "I can't take this, Miss Cane."
"Zeno! How sweet!" She took the bill, thought for a moment, then reached into her purse. Folding the five dollar bill inside a ten, she gave it back to him. "Take it, please, Zeno, not as pay. I could never give you enough money for what you gave me. Put it in your bank. I want to be sure you go to college." She turned the ignition key and switched on the lights.
"Damn!" he said as Robin put the car in gear, "I wish I could spend the night with you. I don't have to go home. Could we go somewhere?"
"I'd love nothing better, Zeno, but I'm due back at college tomorrow morning." The salt of her tears mingled with the salty residue of his semen in her mouth as she let him out of the car a block from his home.
Robin came out of her reverie standing before her mirror, her terry robe in her hand. She wiped her dripping cuntal slit with the sleeve of the robe, slipped it on, and went out to the kitchen. Bud was still in the pool. Robin took two Cokes from the refrigerator, opened them, and walked out to the patio. The boy was at the shallow end, leaning forward with his hands on the tiled drain trough. Robin stood for a minute, looking at his wet back glistening in the late afternoon sunlight, then walked to the edge of the pool. Seating herself on the concrete ledge, she called out, "Bud! Time out for a Coke!" He turned slowly, dropping both hands into the water before him. "Come on, Bud, before all the fizz goes out of them."
Using a sidearm stroke that kept his back toward her, Bud swam to the edge of the pool several feet to Robin's left. "Gees! Miss Cane! I thought you'd be gone a couple hours... "
"Come closer, Bud, I can't reach you with this Coke." She stretched her hand out almost in front of her to bring him closer. "It was too hot to drive all the way downtown. Besides, I thought you'd take a dip, and I didn't want you to be in the pool alone."
"I couldn't start that darned mower, Miss Cane, and there wasn't any other around. Could you borrow one from your neighbors? I could dry off and dress while you went and asked."
"No hurry, Bud. I may locate one tomorrow and you can cut the grass then." She slapped the concrete beside her. "Be sociable, Bud. Come up here and sit down."
"I... don't have any swim trunks. Would you mind getting me the towel so I... "
"Why Bud! " Robin exclaimed, throwing her head back as she burst into laughter. "Nobody thinks anything of going naked. Why, last summer I spent two weeks in a nudist camp. I felt like a fool the first day, all dressed up while all the others... Of course! I forgot I had this robe on." She shrugged it off her shoulders, loosened the belt, and let the robe drop around her. "There! You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Join me."
Bud's eyes enlarged and his mouth dropped open as he ogled her breasts and pubic patch. A flush spread up from his chest into his neck and face. He gulped his Coke, and gagged. Robin grabbed his arm, swung him around, and slapped his back. "I'm... all... right," he spluttered.
"Don't be obstinate, Bud. Get up here and sit beside me. You could've drowned." She helped him out of the water. "There now! Feel better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." He inched away from her.
She laid a hand on his knee. "You act like you've never been around girls, Bud."
His knee jerked away from her hand as if it were a hot iron. "I never been around girls... with no clothes on."
"You'll get used to it, Bud. I did. I can look at you... any part of you... " Robin leaned forward to stare directly at his genitals. She smiled, noticing his cock swelling. "... and it doesn't bother me a bit." A great warmth spread through her. She loved these preliminary moves in the seduction of innocent boys, controlling every thought, word and deed, touching them lightly, exciting them, closing in at the right moment. "Drink up your Coke, Bud, and I'll race you to the end of the pool and back." Robin set her bottle aside, and stood up.
"Okay. Want a head start?" Bud got to his feet and bent his toes over the edge of the pool.
"I don't need a head start. You'll see. Dive when I count three, Bud. Ready? One, two, three!" Robin hit the water first. She had to fake a clumsy crawl stroke to let him catch up and take a yard lead. "You're good," she spluttered as she made the turn a moment after he did. She let him reach the other end two yards ahead of her. "Whew! I'm a bit chilled. Let's get dried off." They scrambled out of the pool together. "I forgot to bring another towel, Bud, mind using the same one?"
"Uh uh!"
Robin picked up the beach towel from the lounge, handed it to him, and turned her back. "You dry me first, okay?"
"Yeah!" He patted her shoulders as though he were applying powder with a large puff.
"Bud! Rub briskly. It stimulates circulation." She had to brace herself as he rubbed her back and shoulders vigorously. Her buttocks jounced as he dried them. She spread her legs. "Dry the inside of my thighs, Bud. Do a thorough job." Once or twice she thought she detected his fingers brush the hair in her slit. As he finished drying the calves of her legs, Robin swung around to face him. "Not so hard on my breasts, Bud. A girl's breasts are very tender - but then, you know that, don't you?"
"Hm!" He dried both arms, then dabbed gently at one breast, then the other.
"Harder on my belly, Bud."
"Hm!" As he moved the towel over her midriff and belly, Robin spread her legs and bent her knees.
"Up there, Bud." Robin put a hand on his shoulder as his hand shoved the towel into her cuntal crack. He was trembling like a leaf in a heavy breeze. "That's good. Give me the towel and turn your back."
Robin rubbed his back briskly, moved down to his asscheeks, feeling them wobbling under her vigorous massage, then down one leg and up the other. She covered her hand with one layer of the towel and dried the crack of his ass, the tips of her fingers touching his balls and his tight little asshole.
"Okay, Bud." She slapped his buttocks lightly. "You have a nicely shaped ass. Turn around." Robin pretended not to notice his stiff cock jutting out at her. She dried his arms and chest. "I'm a bit tired. I'll finish the job sitting down." Sinking onto the redwood lounge, she motioned him closer. She dried his midriff, then his belly, avoiding contact with his genitals. As she dried his legs, Robin put a hand around him and cupped his slender cheeks. "I was thinking, Bud... you won't tell anyone we swam naked, will you?"
"No! No, no I won't! Honest!"
Robin ran the towel over his hard cock, then dried his scrotum. Her gaze fixed on his throbbing cock. Her hand on his ass urged him forward slightly.
"If someone were to find out, they could think we were doing... you know... "
"Nobody's gonna find out anything from me, honest, Miss Cane." His glans pulsed. A liquid thread swung from its eye.
Robin leaned her head back to look up past his hairless chest to his flushed face. "You ever been with a girl, Bud?" He shook his head vigorously. "What a shame! You have such a... mind if I kiss it, Bud?" She lowered her head to cover her triumphant smile. He rose on his toes to thrust his cock to her lips. Robin sensed the imminence of his climax, and opened her mouth to suck his glans in. Within moments geysers of warm semen burst in the back of her mouth. His hands were clutching her hair as she continued to suck the last drops of his discharge from his shrunken prick. She felt the rubbery mass of his foreskin slide over his glans, and she tongued the loose flesh around in her mouth for a minute or two before releasing his cock.
"Gees! I went off like a firecracker, Miss Cane! I'm sorry. I should have warned you I was coming - shooting off in your mouth like that... " Robin put both hands to his ass and her face to his belly and snuffled laughter into his flesh. "Your cock's so big, Bud, and you came so fast... I had to swallow your cum." Setting her chin on his navel, Robin looked up innocently. She rolled her tongue around the inside of her mouth, then grinned. "Mmm! It tastes good, real good! You didn't mind my swallowing... "
"Gosh no!" Bud pushed her back on the lounge and fell on top of her, his body wriggling and squirming, his hands exploring every inch of her flesh, and his lips kissing her eyes and cheeks and mouth, then suddenly dropping to her breasts and nipples. "I want to fuck you," he growled.
"Where's your hole?" His knees were planted inside her thighs, and his hand held his stiffening cock in her cuntal slit.
"Stop it, Bud! You don't have a condom on. I don't want to get pregnant."
"Shit!" he muttered, "I coulda brought one if I'da known."
Robin wriggled out from under him, urged him onto his back, then knelt astraddle his left leg. "Be a good boy today, Bud. I'm taking the pill, but I have to wait another day or two before I can risk fucking. Today we'll have oral sex... "
"What's that?"
"You'll see, Buddy Boy, you'll see!" Robin settled back on her haunches and moved her ass slightly to one side, to center her asscrack over his instep. She ground her cunt down on his bony foot twice, then scooted forward, keeping the groove of her cunt in tight contact with his shin bone, then his tibia, then his patella, fucking back and forth on each one several times. She was humming snatches of songs interspersed with happy squeals, and cries. "I'm fucking your footbone connected with your shinbone and I'm fucking your legbone, Buddy lover-boy! I'm fucking every bone in your body - MMM! MMMM - I'M COMING ON YOUR KNEEBONE! OOOH! BUDDY! I'M COMING ON YOUR THIGH-BONE!"
"Geeee-sus!" Bud cried, grasping her hips and tossing her up and down on his bucking legs and body, "Come! Miss Cane! Come all over me! I can smell your cum... I can feel it smeared... "
"I'm fucking your belly-hole, Buddy... now your tummy... now your left tit... OOH! I can feel your tiny nipple kissing my stiff little prick... now your right tit... OOOH! BUD!I'M GETTING CLOSE AGAIN! HOLD YOUR CHIN UP... HIGHER! I'M FUCKING YOUR CHIN, BUDDY! OH, BUD! SHOVE YOUR TONGUE UP MY CUNT, BUD DARLING! GOOD, GOOD, GOOD! I'M FUCKING YOUR NOSE, YOUR TONGUE, YOUR MOUTH... DARLING! HERE I COME... ALL FOR YOU... OOOH! For you... oooooh!"