The Boys Behind Donna
by Mona Dewitt


FOREWORD 

When an older woman seduces a young boy the reasons for her actions may be 
numerous and circumstances can play a major role. When thrown into the 
presence of a hot-blooded, teenage boy, and left alone with him for any 
length of time, her resistance to his charms may break down at last, and she 
will allow him, even encourage him, to peel off his Levi's and find out what 
it is like with a woman. An affair such as this may not be accepted by 
society, but a least it is understandable. 

Occasionally, however, a different type of woman comes along, a woman who is 
not the innocent victim of circumstances, but the victim of the lustful 
desires pounding in her veins. This type of woman does not limit her 
indulgence to a one-time affair with an adolescent boy. She is obsessed on a 
full-time basis with a craving for teenage boys, and older men hold little 
or no interest for her. She deliberately seeks out the chance to be alone 
with a boy and arranges things so that such chances arrive again and again 
with one boy after another. 

The actions of such a woman may seem unpardonable at first glance, but on 
closer examination it will be seen that her actions are actually less 
deserving on condemnation. She has no more control over what she is doing 
than the kleptomaniac who steals merchandise for the psychological thrill of 
the theft itself. Her obsession with young boys is more than a preference, 
it is a sickness for which there is no cure. Even psychiatric consultation 
can do little more than help her understand and accept the way she is, not 
change the way she is. 

Donna West is such a woman. She is an even rarer breed, however. Her desire 
for teenage boys has lain dormant within her for forty long years. It begins 
to become uncovered by her contact with a fifteen-year-old boy who works 
part-time in her place of employment. Daily contact with the handsome youth 
brings her desires to the surface. A hitchhiking boy brings her desires to 
the boiling point. At last her perversion explodes with uncontrollable 
repercussions when she suddenly gains control of her fifteen-year-old 
paperboy and finds she can blackmail him into doing anything she wants. What 
she wants him to do, and the other boys in this book as well, will come as a 
shock to most readers. 

Once her inhibitions are destroyed she takes delight in performing the most 
perverse acts imaginable and seduces one youth after another, trying to 
satisfy an insatiable hunger that can only, in the end, devour her like the 
uncontrollable monster which turns on its own creator. 

It is hoped that this book will help the reader to understand the 
psychological motivations control- ling the actions of such a woman as Donna 
West. 

Her stronger than normal sex drive, concentrated as it is on teen-age boys, 
grows to the point of obsession, and nothing else can match its importance 
in her life. She is willing to, and does, risk everything to satisfy her 
hunger. 

Should Donna be condemned or pardoned for her actions? That is for the 
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 CHAPTER ONE 

Donna studied the young office boy's tightly bound rectum with interest as 
he stood with his back toward her, filing letters in the filing cabinet. It 
was four-thirty, and Friday night, and work in the office had almost come to 
a standstill as everyone waited for the magic moment of five o'clock and the 
beginning of the weekend. 

Chuck turned his head suddenly and caught her staring down at his rear end. 
He smiled. "What are you gonna do over the weekend, Donna?" 

She blushed, knowing that he had caught her admiring his tight, young buns, 
and she felt a surge of shame at the interest she was displaying. "Nothing 
much. What about you, Chuck?" 

The fifteen-year-old office helper smiled and brushed back a shock of soft 
brown hair from his forehead. "Oh, I guess I'll do a little cruisin', that 
is, if I can get Dad to lend me the car." 

"Cruising?" 

"Yeah, you know, try to pick up a girl or something?" 

"Oh." Donna nodded, and lowered her eyes. 

The shame she felt for having been caught ogling his teenage bottom 
deepened. She had actually been displaying interest in a fifteen-year-old 
boy, a lad young enough to be her son. She was forty years old. Young Chuck 
must be laughing to himself at the idea that she liked his body. 

Chuck reached down and scratched his crotch, staring right into her eyes as 
his fingers rubbed around that forbidden area right between his legs. He 
swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw her face flush with obvious 
interest at the sight of what he was doing to himself. "It itches," he said, 
studying her face for a reaction, his own face very serious. "Maybe I'll 
come by your place, if I can get the car." 

Donna didn't answer. Her eyes were riveted on the sight of his fingers 
pressing down around his penis and rubbing up and down. She knew she should 
tell him to stop it, or at the very least turn her head and not look, but 
she was spellbound. 

"That is, if you want me to." 

"Wh .. . What?" Donna asked. 

"Do you mind if I drop by your house Sunday afternoon? We could ..." He 
gasped. "Oh, damn that feels good. It itches like crazy." 

Donna's lips forced themselves into a smile. The bulge he was rubbing was 
growing bigger, and she could see the shape of his cockhead mushrooming 
outward and pressing against the clothing stretched atop it. He was getting 
a hard-on. 

"We could shoot the shit," Chuck said. He was practically masturbating now. 
His fingers were rubbing hard and fast against the shape of his burgeoning 
erection. 

"Oh, Chuck!" Donna shook her head with disbelief. 

The young boy tore his hand away from his excited genitals with dismay and 
dropped to a crouching position so that the shape of his excited penis would 
be hidden from her view. "I'm sorry, Donna. I'm so hot I can't stand it." 

"Don't worry about it, Chuck." 

"I feel so ashamed. I shouldn't do that in front of you. I shouldn't ask to 
come by your house. You know why I really wanted to come by, don't you?" 

Donna nodded. As he crouched there before her open-front kneehole desk, she 
spread her legs. The boy's eyes bulged. He could see all the way up her 
creamy, smooth legs to her panties. He stared at the patch of blue silk that 
was stretched over the lips of her cunt and gave a low moan of despair. His 
prick jerked hard in his pants, and he could feel a surge of pre-seminal 
fluid being drawn up through his shaft and spurting out inside his 
underpants. 

A sudden sense of shame flooded Donna and she let her legs spring shut, 
hiding her panty-clad pussy from his eyes. 

Chuck raised up slowly, no longer trying to hide his excited state. He began 
rubbing the jerking bulge in the front of his pants once again. "Can I come 
over Sunday afternoon, then?" he asked, spreading his legs apart to give her 
a good view of what he was doing. 

"I don't know. I'm not sure you should. I. . ." 

"Please, Donna." Chuck pushed his fingers down around his penis so that its 
outline was clearly revealed. 

Donna gasped. The boy's tool was at least six inches long. The 
fifteen-year-old teenager had a cock as big as a man's. It was so hard she 
could see the veins in its sides pulsating through his clothing. 

"Please!" he begged. 

Donna's heart went out to the boy. "Well, all right," she said, "but that 
doesn't mean I. . ." 

"Ah gee, thank you, Donna. I'll see you Sunday afternoon." 

Chuck grabbed a file folder and ran from the room, holding it down over the 
bulge in his crotch so that the girls in the outer office couldn't see his 
excited state. 

Donna heaved a heavy sigh as she squirmed uneasily in her seat. She had the 
hots for a fifteen-year-old boy who wasn't even out of high school yet. 
Since the day Chuck had been hired to work a couple hours every afternoon, 
she had been interested in him. She had come up with endless excuses to get 
him in her office alone. While he had been busy with the jobs she had 
dreamed up, she had been sneaking glimpses of his long lean legs and smooth, 
tight bottom. She had allowed her eyes to take in countless shots of his 
tightly packed crotch. 

She had always tried to be careful, but he had caught her looking at him a 
few times. He had undoubtedly begun to suspect why she was really calling 
him into her office all the time. Today, when he had caught her looking at 
his ass, he had been sure at last. 

Donna realized she was marked now. She had actually allowed him to rub his 
genitals right in front of her. The boy knew she wanted him, and his asking 
to come to her house Sunday afternoon was the proof. He intended to fuck 
her. 

.Donna stood up and walked over and shut the door, blocking out the 
Friday-night noise from the outer offices. She leaned back against the door 
to assure her privacy and pulled her dress up and shoved her hand down 
inside her panties. 

"Ooohhh!" She closed her eyes as her hand found the moist softness of her 
pussy-hole, and her index finger snaked up inside while her other fingers 
worked around in her wiry pubic hairs. 

She knew that if she was to conserve any remnant of self-respect she was 
going to have to shut the door in Chuck's face Sunday and leave him begging 
on her doorstep. The trouble was, she wanted the boy so bad she was afraid 
she would end up letting him in and doing anything he wanted. She would suck 
his dick or ... 

"Aaaggghhh!" She moaned with pleasure at the thought as her finger wriggled 
up inside her pussy-hole. The thought of sucking on the young boy's dick 
excited her beyond belief. 

She spread her legs apart and shoved her other hand down the front of her 
blouse and began caressing her braless bosom while she entertained the 
thought of stripping Chuck down and doing anything she wanted to his hot, 
male body. She imagined herself pushing him down onto the big double bed in 
her bedroom, unfastening the front of his pants, and pulling them all the 
way down around his ankles. She imagined reaching up next and grasping the 
elastic tops of his briefs and pulling them down and letting his hard, 
boyish organ spring up to meet her hot, wet lips. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Chuck! Uummpphh!" Donna's fingers worked furiously down 
inside her panties as she gasped and grunted uncontrollably at the wild 
thoughts she was entertaining. She carefully avoided the uncomfortable 
thought that the boy she desired was young enough to be her son. 

Chuck slammed the door of the men's restroom shut and hurried over to an 
empty toilet stall. He locked himself in and dropped the file folder down to 
the floor. 

Thinking about what he was hoping to do to Donna West on Sunday afternoon 
was making his penis ooze in his pants, and his dick was rock hard and 
throbbing harder than it had ever done in all his young life. He unfastened 
his belt and tugged down on the zipper of his pants. Quickly he shoved his 
pants all the way down his naked legs, letting them fall around his ankles. 
His jerking dick pushed out against the thin material of his cotton briefs, 
and there was a big wet spot where the shape of his cockhead was outlined. 
He pushed down his briefs as waves of excitement surged through his body. 
His dick sprang out hard and swollen, and his pre-seminal fluids oozed out 
the tip and began gathering on the end. He reached down and encircled his 
penis shaft and squeezed gently. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Donna!" He pulled downward, peeling the foreskin down off 
his cockhead, and he looked down at himself with excited eyes. 

"Sunday, I'll be sticking it in Donna's pussy," he promised himself in a 
whisper. "I'll be fucking a woman for the first time in my life." 

The fact that Donna was old enough to be his mother made no difference to 
Chuck. All he knew was that he was a virgin and that most of the other boys 
his age had been fucking their girlfriends or sisters since they were 
thirteen years old. All he had ever done was what he was doing right now, 
jack himself off. Instead of sending his semen surging up into a girl's 
pussy-tube, he had never sent it shooting anywhere except down between his 
fingers into a toilet bowl. He had never had the pleasure of ending the sex 
act by rolling off the girl he had just plugged, but had always been forced 
to finish up by unrolling a long strip of toilet paper and cleaning up his 
own sticky semen from his fingers and legs. " 

Chuck panted with excitement as his hand squeezed and pulled on his 
throbbing rock. He peeled the foreskin of his dick up and down and watched 
his smooth-skinned cockhead appear, then disappear with each jerk of his 
hand. The slit in the end opened and closed with each pull and spit out 
pre-seminal fluid like a huge living worm. 

"Aaahhh! Oh, Donna. I want you so bad I can't stand it." 

His free hand snaked up under his shirt and be began caressing his naked 
belly, imagining it was Donna who was abusing his body, touching him 
everywhere and violating his most private parts. He imagined it was her 
hand, not his, pushing and pulling on his excited prick. 

"Nnnggghhh! Ah, shit! Oh, damn, it feels good." 

He jerked his fist still faster, drawing the skin of his dick up and down as 
fast as he could. He breathed hard with excitement as sensations of orgasm 
began mounting in his cock stem. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" 

A long, stringy web of sticky fluid strung down from his cockhead and 
dangled, dancing wildly as his hand violated his most prized possession. His 
whole body quivered, then stiffened, and then he came. His dickhead slit 
opened up and spat out huge spurts of creamy sperm. 

"Ooohhh! AAAGGGHHH!" 

Chuck gasped excitedly as his whole body convulsed with the spasms shooting 
through his dick. His sperm gushed out and shot all over the toilet stall, 
splattering onto the door and hitting the floor in big splats. The brown 
file folder was covered with spots of his sticky jism. He closed his eyes 
and squeezed the last of the cum from his cock, moaning softly, almost 
whimpering. 

Donna's body rocked wildly, pressing back hard against the door of her 
office. Delightful sensations were flooding her whole pussy. 

"Chuck! Oh, fuck me, Chuck. Harder!" 

She was imagining that she was lying naked in her bed and that Chuck, his 
hard, young body completely stripped of all its clothing, was lying atop 
her, his penis shoved up between her legs and. buried deep inside her cunt. 

"Nnnggghhh! Mmmppphhh!" 

She was cumming. Her fingers were expertly stroking every inch of her cunt 
on both the outside and inside. One finger was busy rubbing the knobby 
muscle of her clitoris and causing a whole flood of sensations to sweep 
through her cunt. The two fingers shoved up inside her pussy were pushing 
against the wet slippery walls between her legs, working up a storm of 
pleasureful sensations. 

Donna stopped at last, her body drained. She felt suddenly foolish and 
ashamed at what she had just done. It was bad enough for a forty-year-old 
woman to be masturbating at all, but to be doing it while thinking about a 
fifteen-year-old boy was unpardonable. She quickly arranged her clothing and 
walked back to her desk and sat down, panting for breath. Her whole body was 
weak and the blood pumping madly in her veins. 

The idea of having sex with a boy as young as Chuck was ridiculous to the 
point of being absurd. At her age she would probably have a heart attack 
just trying to keep up with a hard-muscled boy like Chuck. She decided that 
she would send him away if he showed up at her house on Sunday. Then she 
decided that she would let him in and do everything she had ever dreamed of 
since the first day she had seen him. She changed her mind again and again. 
Each time she persuaded herself that she must leave him alone the logic of 
her decision was shattered by craving desires of her body. She kept 
imagining what it would be like to slowly disrobe him and fondle his soft, 
warm penis and take it in her mouth and tongue it till it was completely 
hard, then let him slide it up inside her cunt. 

By the time five o'clock arrived, Donna was a nervous wreck. She no longer 
had any control over her own mental processes, and could think only of Chuck 
and the way he had rubbed himself in her office, almost masturbating right 
before her eyes. 

She left the office with the rest of the employees and walked to her car in 
the parking lot with weakened legs. It was about a forty-five minute drive 
from her office through the city to her home. She was so preoccupied with 
thoughts of Chuck and what she would do Sunday afternoon that she drove 
badly, almost running a red light and hitting a pedestrian. 

She heaved a heavy sigh. This would never do. She resolved for the hundredth 
time that she must drop all ideas of having sex with the youth. Yes. She was 
a grown woman. Surely she still had some remnant of self-control left in her 
body. 

Just a few minutes after she hit the main highway Donna spotted a young boy 
standing at the edge of the road, his thumb in the air, trying to get a 
ride. Several cars whipped right past him as she approached, one of them 
almost hitting him. The boy backed quickly away, almost falling down to keep 
from being hit. Donna, who was always wary of hitchhikers, could see little 
danger in picking up such a young boy, so she pulled over to the side of the 
road in front of him and waited for him to run up and climb in beside her. 

"Thanks, Lady," the boy said, plopping down and spreading his legs and 
grinning. "I've been standing there for twenty minutes, and I'd about given 
up gettin' a ride at all, let alone gettin' picked up by a good-lookin' 
broad like you." 

Donna cast an appraising glance at the boy and then pulled back onto the 
highway. He was older than he had first appeared. He was at least seventeen. 

"Do you always pick up boys like this?" he asked. 

She threw a suspicious glance at him. "No, not always." She was beginning to 
wonder if she had done the right thing in picking him up after all. 

"Why did you stop for me?" 

Donna coughed nervously. "If it's bothering you that much, I'll pull over 
and let you out right now." 

The boy laughed. "Naw, I wanna see what you've got in mind. I might like 
it." 

"Now listen, young man, I don't have anything in mind. I was just trying to 
be nice and give you a ride, but I'm beginning to be sorry I ever stopped." 

"Sure, I know. Hell, Lady, don't be bashful. If you wanna get in my pants, 
just say so." 

"I don't want to get in your pants. You're unbelievable." 

"I get picked up by broads all the time. They all want the same thing. Don't 
try and tell me you're different." 

"That does it," Donna said. "I'm pulling over and letting you out." 

"You want me gettin' out of your car like this? What will people think?" 

Donna looked over at him, wondering what he meant, and her eyes popped. He 
had unzipped his pants and taken out his cock, and he was fondling it 
openly. 

"What are you doing? Stop it right this minute!" 

"I'm just gettin' it ready for you." 

She stared at him, excited by the sight of his stiffening penis, but 
pretending to be shocked and displeased. "Now stop it!" 

His peter was sticking up hard as he wrapped his hand around it and began 
slowly pulling back and forth, sliding the skin up and down over his 
cockhead. The boy closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat beside her, 
running his hand up and down. "I'm hot as hell," he said. "I can hardly wait 
for you to suck me." 

"I am not going to suck you!" 

She slowed down the car, glancing at the road, then back down at his abusing 
hand. She had never watched a boy masturbate before, and it excited her. 
Watching him play with his dingus was arousing her tremendously, and she 
felt a pleasant, tingling sensation growing in her cunt. 

The boy peeled the skin of his penis up and down and looked over at her and 
grinned. His legs were trembling as his hand whacked away at his pole, and 
he began moaning with pleasure. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Donna said, licking her lips as her 
heart raced faster and faster at the sight of what he was doing. 

He laughed. "But it feels so good. Uuummm! I sure wish you'd suck on it for 
a while. Aaahhh!" His face twisted up into a mask of pleasure and Donna's 
blood pounded in her brain as her own passions mounted ever higher. She 
could smell the boy's prick now. Its musky odor was rising up to her face as 
his hand whacked away savagely. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" She saw the slit in the end of his cock open up and a 
trickle of clear cock-juice oozed out onto the end. The boy's fingers moved 
right up and caught the clear liquid smearing it downward, lubricating his 
shaft in its own juices. She watched as he unfastened the snap at the top of 
his pants, raised up his butt, and shoved his pants down. 

"Ya like watchin' me do this, don't ya, Lady?" he asked, his grin never 
leaving his face. 

"I think it's disgusting!" Donna said, but her eyes gave her away. She was 
loving every minute of what he was doing. 

"Oh, man, I'm gonna do it till I cum. Seein' as how you don't want to suck 
me, I guess you won't wanna stop me." 

"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" Donna asked, her eyes 
widening as he shoved his white briefs down his long legs. His whole crotch 
was exposed to her view, and she gasped at the sight of his dick. It was 
huge. She couldn't believe a boy so young could possess such a big tool now 
that it was revealed in its entirety. 

"I got a nice one, don't I?" he asked proudly. 

Donna said nothing, but she was shaking so much with excitement that she 
almost ran into an oncoming truck, and she only barely had time to swerve 
back into her own lane. 

"Ya better pull over before you kill us," the boy said, his eyes flickering 
with amusement. "Maybe I'll even let you play with it a little, even if you 
don't want to suck it. Uuummm, it feels so good!" 

His hand whipped up and down on his dick, and the liquid at the end was 
oozing down so that his tool was making slurping, popping noises with each 
jerk of his hand. 

He moved his feet apart, opening up his naked legs, and looked down at 
himself as he masturbated. 

"Uunnnggg! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" 

Donna clenched the steering wheel desperately. She knew he was about to cum, 
and it was all she could do to fight off the urge to pull off the road and 
bend over and take his big boy-penis into her mouth. 

"Ooohhh, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" 

The boy jerked his entire body, tensing up beautifully, and he came, 
shooting big globs of sticky jism out into the air. 

"Oh, shit," Donna said, her eyes bugging excitedly at the sight. 

"Mmmppphhh!" Another big gush of adolescent semen spat into the air and hit 
the dashboard before his widespread legs. "Uuunnnggghhh!" The boy sent 
another big squirt of sperm flying up and it fell down onto the rubber floor 
mat at his feet. 

"Aaarrrggghhh!" He jerked in his seat and spread his legs apart as far as he 
could. His hand jerked as fast as humanly possible. "Aaaggghhh! Oh! Mmmnnn!" 
His eyes were still tightly closed as his hand slowed down. His penis was 
swollen up and throbbing as it protruded from his fist. Big strings of cum 
were still oozing from the slit in the end, but he had collapsed once the 
majority of his load was splattered all over the inside of Donna's car. He 
looked over at her with a sheepish grin on his face. 

"Well, I hope you're satisfied," she said, trying to appear very displeased. 

The boy laughed. "Sure, Lady. It felt real good. It would have felt better 
if you'd have sucked on it though. Uuummm. I just love getting my rocks off 
that way." 

"You're crazy," Donna said, shaking her head. 

"You should have done it with me," the boy said. "You should have let me 
stick it in your pussy and fuck you. I really know how to do it." 

"Yeah, you're God's gift to woman," Donna said sarcastically. 

"You'd better believe it," the boy said, his eyes flashing with amusement. 

He looked down at the mess he had made as Donna steered the speeding car 
down the highway. Big strings of his sticky semen were splattered 
everywhere. Several large globs were oozing down his legs. More jism was 
decorating her dashboard, and the thick white liquid was shimmering and 
slowly running down as the car sped on. 

Donna tossed the boy a box of Kleenex from the seat beside her. "Here. Now 
you can clean up your mess." 

He pulled out a handful of tissue and, still holding his oozing dick, he 
began to wipe it clean. 

"I just hope that stuff doesn't leave any stains in my car," Donna said. 

"Fuck, Lady, what is it with you? Most women your age just love it when I 
jack off in front of them. A lot of 'em wanna suck me, and they almost 
always wanna have me fuck 'em." 

"I don't believe it," Donna said, eyeing him suspiciously through the corner 
of her eye. "I think you're lying." 

"Fuck no, I ain't lyin'. I get picked up by broads your age all the time, 
and they all want the same thing. They're tired of spreading their legs for 
their fat, bald husbands. They wanna do it with a good-lookin' boy like me 
so bad they can hardly wait till I'm in the car before they start pawing me 
all over. 

"I'm sorry," Donna said, "but I just can't believe that. Now will you please 
hurry up and clean that stuff off the dashboard before it dries?" 

The youth began wiping up the evidence of his self-abuse. Donna cast a 
glance down at his peter. It was still half-hard and swollen from the 
vigorous hand-job it had just received, and a trickle of after-cum was 
oozing out the tip and gathering on the end. The boy caught her looking at 
it and reached down and wiped up the blob off his cockhead. 

"You want it, all right, Lady! You can't take your eyes off me. You just 
don't wanna admit it to yourself." 

Donna blushed. "I wasn't looking at you. I was just making sure you were 
cleaning up the mess you made." 

"Yeah, sure!" The boy laughed. "Listen, Lady, you can pull over and let me 
out now." He pulled up his briefs and pants and fastened them, then zipped 
up the front of his pants, hiding his crotch from view. "I've wasted too 
much time with you already. Maybe I can get picked up by a broad who knows 
how to appreciate what I've got to offer." 

"You don't have much left to offer any more," Donna said, eyeing the 
sperm-soaked Kleenex he had used to sop up his spilled offering. 

"Fuck, I've still got plenty more where that came from," he said. "I can cum 
three or four times right in a row with no trouble at all. Ya wanna see?" 

Donna stared straight ahead at the road and pulled over onto the shoulder. 
She brought the car to a halt and swallowed, trying to rid herself of the 
lump in her throat. Her pussy was full of surging, tingling sensations, and 
she longed to reach down and touch it and slide a finger up inside and bring 
herself off with a crashing orgasm. 

The boy sat there as the car rolled to a stop. "Are you sure you don't wanna 
suck me or let me fuck you or anything?" 

"I'm sure," Donna said, as calmly as possible, clenching the steering wheel 
so hard that her knuckles were turning white. 

The boy opened the car door and stepped out onto the asphalt shoulder. 
"Well, okay, but if ya ever want a little cock, just drive by here any night 
about this time. Once you get a taste of my dick, you'll be hooked for life. 
I'm really good." 

Donna shook her head with disbelief. "Your modesty overwhelms me," she said 
and she hit the accelerator, spinning away and leaving him standing there at 
the edge of the road, grinning from ear to ear. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Donna walked to the front door for the third time and looked out onto the 
porch. The newspaper still wasn't there, but the newsboy's bike was still 
propped up against a tree in her yard. The boy himself was nowhere to be 
seen. She opened the door and stuck out her head and looked around, but 
could not catch sight of him. 

Suddenly she detected a noise that didn't belong. She listened intently, 
straining her ears to identify it amid the sound of the wind whistling 
through the trees and the noise of children playing around the rumble of 
automobile engines. It was a soft splatting noise coming from just around 
the corner of the house. A puzzled look came over her face, and then she 
heard a low moan. 

She closed the door quietly and walked over to the living room window 
overlooking that part of the yard. Down in the bushes, right beneath the 
window, she spotted him. Doug, her fifteen-year-old newsboy, was in the 
process of masturbating. Apparently the pressure of his bicycle seat against 
his scrotum had given him an erection as he had pedaled along on his route, 
and he was seeking some much needed relief by jacking off in her bushes. 

Donna stared down excitedly. The inhibitions she had felt when the young 
hitchhiker had abused himself before her earlier that evening were now gone. 
The young newsboy didn't even know she was watching, so she could appreciate 
the beauty and excitement of his act without embarrassment. She stared 
intently, absorbing every detail. 

There was a large wet spot in the packed dirt a few feet in front of him. He 
had obviously begun his act by taking a piss and emptying his genitals of 
all wastes before beginning. His dick was sticking out of his fly, and it 
was completely hard and swollen. He had his right hand wrapped around it, 
and was in the process of skinning the loose sheath of foreskin up and down, 
covering and uncovering his bulbous cockhead again and again. 

"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" 

She could detect his groans even through the double thickness of her 
thermopane windows. She watched as Doug removed his hand from his pulsating 
organ and stood looking down at himself, obviously enjoying the sight of his 
own tool as much as he was enjoying the act of playing with it. He tensed 
the muscles in it, making it jerk as it stood out like a proud soldier. 
Slowly he began unfastening his belt. 

Donna held her breath in anticipation, excited at the prospect of having him 
drop his pants. She wanted to see all of him, from his naked legs to his 
penis and balls. The sight of the hitchhiker's naked midsection and the 
close-up view of his sexual equipment had aroused her as much as his actual 
abuse, and she was tingling with excitement at the idea of seeing a second 
boy so that she could make some comparisons. She watched breathlessly as 
Doug began pushing down his pants, bringing into view the snowy whiteness of 
his white cotton briefs. 

His Levi's slid down clear past his briefs and the naked flesh of his legs 
came into view. Suddenly Doug jerked his pants back up and quickly fastened 
them. Donna tensed with disappointment and stared out around the yard, 
wondering what had alarmed him. He had the shocked expression of a boy 
caught in the act, but no one was in sight. 

Soon, however, she saw the cause of his alarm. Troy, the sixteen-year-old 
son of her next-door neighbors, was rounding the corner of the house next 
door, his dog, Sport, on a leash before him. Doug crouched down in the 
bushes and froze, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. Troy's dog stopped and 
sniffed the air, then turned toward Doug and began harking. Troy stared over 
at Donna's house, and Donna backed away from the window quickly, not wanting 
Troy to wave a greeting that would give away her presence to Doug down 
below. 

Troy's dog continued barking, but, spotting nothing unusual, Troy pulled on 
the leash, urging him on. At last his dog stopped barking, hiked up a leg, 
and executed a brief, shrub-watering ceremony, then began jumping around, 
leaping up against his young blond master with excited pleasure. Troy led 
him back along the house, retracing their steps. Sport barked again as they 
passed the bushes where Doug was hiding, and he strained at his leash to 
cross over and sniff the young newsboy out. Troy continued on, however, 
pulling the leash and forcing Sport to follow until they were out of sight 
around the corner of the house. 

Donna pressed back up to the window again and stared down, hoping that the 
interruption hadn't alarmed Doug to the point of abandoning the play of his 
body. It hadn't. He was unzipping his pants already and pulling out his 
penis, which was still as hard as ever. 

He encircled it with his fingers and resumed his gentle, frigging 
masturbation, pushing and pulling, peeling the foreskin on and off the 
bulbous tip. The whole end of his cock was glistening from the juices that 
were oozing out and spreading around as his hand whacked up and down on the 
shaft below. 

Donna stared eagerly, engraving every detail of the beautiful sight into her 
brain for future reference. She studied the way the slit in the end of his 
dick opened and closed in rhythm with his beating hand. Each time the slit 
opened, a shiny pearl of clear pre-seminal fluid came into view, and each 
time he pulled his hand up, the slit closed, forcing the fluid out onto his 
cockhead where it gathered up until it was shaken loose and ran in a little 
trickle down his hardened shaft. His whole dick was becoming lubricated with 
his oozing, pre-cum emissions, and his fingers were even becoming coated 
with it. He rubbed it around, using it to lubricate his dick, smearing it 
over every square inch of his burgeoning tool. He had apparently given up on 
the idea of dropping his Levi's and underpants. Troy's sudden appearance 
with Sport had made him too fearful of being caught. It would take only an 
instant to stuff his spitting erection into his pants, and he could pretend 
he had only went into the bushes to take a piss. If an intruder came upon 
him with his pants dropped around his ankles, however, he might not have 
time to yank them up and there would be no way of talking himself out of the 
situation. 

He spread his legs wide apart and bent forward so that he could watch every 
detail of what he was doing to himself, fascinated by his own boyish member 
and the pleasures it was giving him. 

"Mmmnnn! Aaahhh!" He began groaning again. Donna could barely hear him, but 
the low moans she could make out were more stimulating than any aphrodisiac 
could ever be. 

Her brain and cunt exchanged messages, the visual stimulation of the boy's 
act making her pussy surge with delightful sensations which, in turn, 
excited her, making the view of the masturbating newsboy all the more 
arousing. She slowly unzipped the back of her dress, never taking her eyes 
off the stimulating sight of the boy in the bushes, watching every stroke he 
made as he ran his fist up and down around his pulsating peter. She let her 
dress fall free, wriggling to allow it to drop around her ankles, and she 
stepped out of it, then began pulling off her slip. The shades were pulled 
in the windows directly opposite her, so she knew no one could see what she 
was doing. 

Doug jutted his crotch forward in the bushes beneath her, and she had a 
clear view of his dick as his fingers massaged it. It was at least six 
inches long. He could match the hitchhiking boy she had picked up earlier 
inch for inch in spite of the fact that the hitchhiker had been at least two 
years older. 

Donna dropped her slip to the floor as she watched the newsboy flailing away 
on his big uncircumcised dick. She unhooked her bra and drew it off her huge 
breasts, letting them swell out and expand in delicious freedom. She stood 
there rubbing her big tits with one hand, caressing her hard, excited 
nipples, and she shoved her other hand down inside her panties. Her fingers 
rubbed around in her wiry pubic hairs, and they pushed down, seeking the 
crevice that led to her region of a thousand delights. Slowly her index 
finger pushed up inside her wet cuntal passageway, and then it was burrowing 
its way clear up inside and rubbing around vigorously. 

"Aaaggghhh!" 

Before she even had a chance to get started in her own self abuse, the 
newsboy was moaning loudly and his whole body was tightening up like one 
huge muscle. He was on the brink of cumming. 

Donna darted her finger in and out of her streaming cunt as fast as she 
could as she watched his boy cock swell up and begin spitting out the spermy 
contents of his balls. Big spurts of his jism were flying out and 
splattering all over the bushes in front of him. The speed at which his hand 
was pumping on his peter was almost unbelievable. He was jacking out his 
sperm so fast that his fingers looked like one big blur. 

At last he slowed down his squeezing hand, then slowly brought it to a halt. 
He squeezed his dick, milking out the last of his sperm, then reached into 
his pocket, pulled out his handkerchief and began wiping himself clean. 

Donna pulled her finger out of her cunt and quickly shoved her panties down 
her legs. Stepping out of them, she hurried stark naked to a closet and 
pulled out a housecoat,' her big tits bouncing. 

She sped back through the living room and to the window. Doug was just 
tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket. His big fleshy peter was 
wiped clean and stood out, now only half hard, but still impressive in size 
and quality. It was a truly beautiful prick and Donna shivered at the idea 
of touching it, of taking it between her lips and tonguing it all over, and 
of feeling it slide up deep inside her cock-starved pussy. She watched as 
the boy zipped up his pants and headed out of the bushes and around the 
house toward his bike. 

Donna hurried to the front door. She opened it just as he was climbing onto 
his bike. 

"Doug." 

He looked up at her, his eyes wide. 

"Could you come here a minute, Doug?" 

She held the door open, waiting for him, obviously not intending to take no 
for an answer. He climbed off his bike, took a paper out of his canvas 
newsbag, and walked up the sidewalk slowly. 

"Come on in," Donna said, standing back to give him room to enter. As he 
walked in, she glanced down at his rear end. She had a thing about boys' 
rear ends, and if it was perverted, the study of boys' rectums was 
nevertheless an interesting pastime. 

She closed the door and leaned against it as he turned to face her and held 
out her newspaper, his forehead wrinkled up in a puzzled frown. 

"What have you been doing?" she asked. 

Doug's mouth almost dropped open. "Wh .. . What do you mean?" 

"Your bicycle has been parked in front of my house for a least twenty 
minutes. Where have you been?" 

"Look at the front of your pants. What are those wet spots?" 

Doug looked down, his eyes frantic. There were two large cum spots on his 
Levi's. "I was taking a leak in the bushes." 

"You were peeing in my bushes?" 

"Y... Yes, Ma'am." 

"You got your penis out in my yard?" 

"Y . .. Yes." 

"And peed in the bushes?" 

He nodded. 

"And played with it?" 

He stared at her, his eyes widening, and he shook his head in desperate 
protest. 

"Now, Doug, tell me the truth. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?" 

"I wasn't!" His face was turning pink. 

"You were masturbating." 

"No!" His face was now a deep red. 

"Doug, I was watching you from my window. I saw you doing it." 

His big brown eyes widened and the reddish color in his face was flushed 
away and replaced by a pale, ashen white. 

"Come here, Doug, and look." Donna led him over to the window overlooking 
the bushes and pointed down to where he had been standing. Big globs of his 
semen were strung all over the bushes and stringing down toward the 
sperm-splattered ground below. "See, I saw everything. I saw you do it 
until.. . Well, I saw everything." 

Doug turned, trembling now, staring down at the floor. 

"Did it feel good?" she asked. 

He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat. "Wh . .. What 
are you going to do?" he asked. 

Donna had to fight to force back her smile. She knew she had him now. He 
would do anything she wanted. Still, as badly as she wanted to strip off the 
boy's Levi's and violate the most private parts of his body, she knew there 
was no use trying anything now. He had just cum, and he needed time to 
recharge his balls with fresh, creamy jism. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Doug," she said at last. "I'm going to 
think about it. I want you to come back tomorrow morning and I'll tell you 
then what I've decided." 

His lower lip trembled. "Just don't tell my parents, please. My father would 
kill me. I'll do anything you say, but please don't tell them." His eyes 
filled with tears. 

Donna put a hand on his shoulder. "Youll do anything I say?" 

He met her eyes and nodded. "Yes." 

"All right. You come back tomorrow, and if you do everything I say I promise 
I won't tell anyone. It'll be a secret between just you and me, and no one 
will ever find out." 

He nodded. 

Donna moved back to the door and opened it. As he moved out onto the porch 
she smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, Doug." 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said weakly, his body still in a state of shock at 
discovering that he had been caught performing the ultimate in intimate 
acts, and his stomach gnawed with fear of the power Donna now had over him. 

Donna closed the door behind the boy and turned to face another night alone 
in her house, a night in which she would once again be deprived of the 
companionship of a male partner. She tried to drive her mind away from the 
frustrating events of the day. She turned on the TV and let it blare loudly, 
and she fixed herself a big supper of a ham omelet with toast and coffee. 

She settled down before the television set after eating, a brandy in her 
hand, and tried to concentrate on the inane events flashing on the screen. 
Her valiant effort to keep her mind off the adolescent lads she had 
encountered that day was in vain. She couldn't get her mind off the 
burned-in images in her brain of their lean, young bodies. 

She thought of Chuck, the cute fifteen-year-old office boy, and the way he 
had rubbed himself up in front of her until his pants were almost bursting 
from the pressure of his big boyish erection. He had been literally begging 
for her to let him come over on Sunday, and she knew all too well what he 
had in mind. He was a typical teenage boy in that respect. Of all the boys 
she could think of, however, including the newsboy and the young hitchhiker 
she had picked up, it was Chuck who turned her on the most. There was 
something about him that melted her resistance, and made her chest tighten 
up with longing. She wondered if Chuck would really show up on Sunday, or, 
if he would make out with a young girl his own age and forget all about 
sticking his peter in a woman old enough to be his mother. 

Donna's mind turned to thoughts of the hitchhiking teenager she had picked 
up along the highway. She would probably never see him again, but the mental 
images of how he had masturbated in her car was engraved in her mind 
forever. His naked butt had been sitting smack on the vinyl car seat beside 
her, and she had been gifted with a close-up view of his naked legs in their 
entirety as he had sat there with his pants draped down around his ankles. 
The sight of his fist sliding up and down on his big boy wienie was enough 
to convert any woman to a preference for adolescent boys. She would never 
forget the sight of his fingers pulling the loose outer skin of his dick 
back and forth, sliding it up and down over his purplish-colored, 
blood-gorged cockhead. She had seen everything, from the instant the slit in 
the end of his dick had opened up and released the first shining wetness of 
his pre-seminal fluids, to the moment he had brought himself off in a 
thundering orgasm, sending his youthful jism splattering all over his own 
bare legs and the inside of her car. She remembered how he couldn't believe 
she didn't want to mess around with him, and how he had instructed her to 
drive by at the same time any evening she wanted a real fuck. She wondered, 
however, what the chances were for her to really find him again if she 
decided to accept his offer. She shook her head, trying to drive off the 
frustrating sensations flooding through her body as she thought of the young 
boys she had encountered. 

Turning off the TV set, she mounted the stairs to her bedroom as her 
thoughts turned to Doug, the young newsboy she had caught masturbating in 
the bushes. The sight of him standing below her window, his fist clenched 
tightly around his burgeoning prick, had been the climax to the day's 
events. He had presented a beautiful sight standing there in the bushes 
beneath her, pulling off his young meat until he had sent every drop of his 
hot boy cum shooting out all over, covering the ground and the leaves of the 
bushes with stringy globs. When she had confronted him, telling him she had 
seen everything, he had broken down completely, and he was coming back in 
the morning, prepared to do anything to atone for the sin, not of having 
masturbated, but of having been caught. She wondered if she dared make him 
do the things she had in mind. It was difficult to say how the boy would 
react. He would surely be shocked, but once the shock was over, would he 
obey her perverted orders, or would he flee from her house, tell his 
parents, and bring the law crashing down upon her? 

Perhaps when the moment came to unfasten the boy's trousers and peel them 
off his smooth, naked legs, she would lose her nerve. The danger of having 
her lust for teenage boys come out in the open truly frightened her. If the 
boys talked, she would be marked for life. She would not only lose her job, 
but she would be a social outcast and the police would be watching her 
constantly, having marked her down as a whore of the worse kind. 

Donna walked into her bedroom and closed the door. She opened the top drawer 
of her chest-of-drawers and thrust her hand down among her pile of panties 
until she found what she was looking for. It was a big plastic dildo shaped 
exactly like a man's penis. It was a perfect copy, from the shape of the 
slit in the bulbous head, right down to the veins in the sides and the 
swirls which represented pubic hair on the two big nuts at its root. 

Donna tossed it onto the bed, and she started to unbutton her housecoat, but 
then she noticed that the window drapes were still open on the far side of 
the room. She walked over to close them. What she saw through the window 
stopped her cold. 

Troy, the sixteen-year-old boy next door, was up in his room walking around 
in nothing but his briefs. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Donna hurried over and turned off the light so that he wouldn't be able to 
see her, then returned to the window and stood in the darkness, watching, 
cursing the fact that she didn't own a pair of binoculars. 

Troy always pulled the window shade in his bedroom, and now, when at last he 
had forgotten, she was unprepared to take advantage of the fact. 

She bit her lower lip and slowly unfastened her robe "as she stared across 
the yard into the boy's lit-up bedroom. Watching him move about the room in 
his briefs was like looking into a display window in a store downtown, 
except that the merchandise being displayed was much more exciting than even 
the mink coats displayed in the finest women's shops. 

Donna had often seen Troy running around the yard with nothing on but a pair 
of shorts, and he wasn't really revealing any more now than he had on those 
occasions, but somehow the idea that she was seeing him in his underwear was 
much more exciting. 

The thin briefs he was wearing didn't hide much. In the first place, there 
wasn't very much of them. They were as brief as briefs could get without 
being labeled as a bikini, and were scarcely more than two large triangles 
sewed together. In the second place, they were thin, and the boy had already 
outgrown them, so they clung to every curve of his body and hid practically 
nothing. She could see the outline of his cock and balls distinctly, and she 
was happy to note that he appeared to be -as well-equipped as the hitchhiker 
who had masturbated before her eyes and Doug, who had displayed his 
equipment in the bushes outside her living room window. 

She stared at Troy as he walked over to his closet with his backside toward 
her. Drawing her robe off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor, and 
she stood stark naked at her window, her nakedness shrouded in the darkness 
of her room, her eyes riveted on the youth in the bedroom across the way. 

He was standing up on his toes, trying to reach up onto the top shelf in his 
closet, the backsides of his sleek legs revealed in their entirety. She 
studied the shape of his adolescent buns beneath the clinging, white 
triangle of his briefs, and at the same time she reached over and picked up 
the big plastic dildo off her bed. She reached down with one hand and 
separated the lips of her cunt with her fingers. With the other hand she 
guided the dildo into position so that its bulbous head was pushing right up 
at the tight entrance to her cuntal passageway. 

Troy had apparently found what he was looking for on his closet shelf, and 
he took it down and carried it over to his bed. He sat down on the edge of 
the bed with his back toward her. 

Donna pushed firmly on the dildo. The head of it pressed right up at her 
pussy, then the walls of her cunt separated, gliding around it, and it was 
going in. The whole head of it disappeared up inside her cunt, and her 
muscles grasped it immediately and held it firmly. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" She gasped at the immense wave of pleasure that suddenly 
flooded every square inch of her body. Shoving the big dildo in slowly, just 
a fraction of an inch at a time, she watched with interest every movement 
Troy was making in his bedroom just opposite her own. 

The blond teenager had apparently dug out a pile of magazines from his 
closet. As he held one of them up, Donna's conclusion was confirmed. He was 
unfolding a big centerfold in one of the popular girly magazines sold on the 
newsstands. Donna could make out the shape of the luscious young woman of 
the month as he held it up with his left hand to study it. She gasped, and 
she slid the dildo in a whole half inch at once as she saw his right hand go 
to his lap. She couldn't see where he was putting the hand, but she didn't 
have to. It was too good to be true. The boy was going to masturbate. Donna 
couldn't believe her luck. She was going to have watched three boys bringing 
themselves off with their hands in one day. For her purposes, the young boy 
next door couldn't have picked a better night to forget to pull his bedroom 
shade. She watched as his right elbow began moving slightly, and she knew 
his hand was busy at work down in his lap. 

She applied a steady pressure to the big dildo as she watched, shoving it 
clear up her cunt until it was buried to the hilt and the big plastic balls 
at its base were pressing against her pussy-lips. She twisted the big 
phallus around inside her as she watched the movement of the boy's elbow 
pick up speed. He had apparently pulled his penis out the front of his 
underpants and was in the process of masturbating, using the ageless "open 
fist" technique. 

Donna bit her lip as her whole body trembled with pleasure at the sensations 
the big prick in her cunt was causing as it pressed against her walls and 
burrowed up deep inside her. Suddenly the boy raised up, and with his back 
still toward her, he shoved down his briefs. Donna gasped excitedly as she 
watched them slide down his legs, revealing the naked flesh of his butt 
beneath. He sat back down on the bed and his right hand went quickly back to 
his lap. His elbow began moving faster than ever, and she knew that his fist 
must be literally flailing up and down on his big boy prick. 

She pulled the big dildo halfway out of her cunt, then plunged it in again, 
crying out with excitement as she stared at the boy's naked back and 
buttocks. 

"Turn around," she whispered, desperate to see the boy's penis in its 
hardened state as he whacked away at it, milking it with his hand. "Please." 

Her plea for him to turn around was in vain. He was completely preoccupied 
with the magazines laying at his feet, even if he could*have heard her, and 
he was moaning at the pleasure his squeezing hand was creating throughout 
the length of his burgeoning penis. 

Waves of pleasure began surging through Donna's cunt as she watched, and she 
pushed and pulled on the dildo, sliding it in and out of her cunt in a 
fucking motion. The waves of pleasure mounted, building up like water behind 
a dam, and she twisted the dildo around savagely, her whole body trembling 
uncontrollable. 

Suddenly Troy grabbed up his underpants and stood up. Donna froze, the dildo 
sticking halfway out of her cunt. The door to Troy's bedroom was opening, 
and his father was entering the room. Troy turned his back toward his father 
and started to put on his underpants, and for one brief instant, Donna had a 
view of his cock. It was completely hard and standing out from his body at a 
sharp angle, and it almost seemed to jerk, although she really couldn't be 
sure of that from her faraway vantage point. 

She watched as the boy's father crossed over and slapped his son hard right 
on the butt, then crossed over and pulled down the shade, blocking out the 
beautiful sight of his son's body from Donna's view. Donna could hear loud 
voices as Troy's father bawled out his "son, trying to shame him for what he 
had obviously been doing. A couple of minutes later the voices stopped, and 
he had apparently left his son's room, for the light suddenly went out and 
all was silence. 

Donna heaved a disappointed sigh and walked over and stretched out on her 
bed, her hands still working the big dildo in and out of her cunt. She lay 
there naked atop her covers and she fucked herself senseless far into the 
night as she conjured up mental images of naked boys with enormous erections 
that were shooting endless quantities of creamy, boy jism. 

Donna awoke slowly, in degrees, as the intensity of the Saturday morning 
sunlight flooding into her bedroom grew stronger and stronger. The warm rays 
of the sun stirred her in her sleep as she lay there, stark naked, atop her 
bed. She was completely exposed, having fallen asleep atop her covers with 
the big plastic dildo wedged deep inside her cunt. The dildo was on the bed 
beside her now. She had apparently pulled it out of her pussy during the 
night. 

Holding up her arms, she stretched, then sat up in bed and let her eyes 
adjust to the brightness of morning. 

She heard a loud roar coming from outside. Getting up, she went to the 
window and looked. Young Troy was out mowing the grass, pushing along the 
gas-guzzling power mower, his lean body glistening with perspiration. He was 
wearing only a pair of last year's shorts, and he had grown so much that his 
teenage buns were on the verge of ripping them apart. 

% Donna watched him shove the lawnmower past her between the two houses, 
appreciating the view of his sleek young body in motion, and she resolved 
she was going to buy a pair of binoculars that very afternoon. 

As he rounded the corner of his parents' house and disappeared from view, 
Donna turned and stretched once more, the sight of the boy's near nakedness 
having awakened her completely. She fumbled in her chest-of-drawers until 
she found an old pair of faded-blue shorts and a blue-and-white polka-dot 
halter. She put them on, along with a pair of sandals, not even bothering 
with panties. She -listened to the sound of Troy's power mowei whirring past 
the house again as she hurried downstairs to make breakfast. She was in too 
big a hurry to get out in the yard to watch Troy from close up to take time 
to eat very much, so she just fixed a small pot of coffee and opened a 
package of sweet rolls. 

As she sat at the table, sipping her cup of coffee and buttering up a sweet 
roll, she planned her day. She would begin by going outside and sneaking a 
few peeks at Troy's handsome body as he paraded around in his shorts, 
working in the yard. That should be enough to set her blood to flowing, and 
then she would be ready to do anything and everything with the young newsboy 
when he came over for his "punishment." 

Donna smiled. When she got finished with Doug, he'd be dropping his pants in 
every clump of bushes in town, jacking off and hoping he'd be caught every 
time by some big, luscious, middle-aged woman. Most men had to shell out 
twenty dollars to a prostitute to get the kind of punishment she was going 
to give Doug. 

Donna swallowed the last bite of sweet roll and licked the icing from her 
fingers. Draining the last swallow of coffee from her cup, she got up and 
headed outside into the sunlit yard, putting on her sunglasses and a 
wide-brimmed straw hat as she walked out the door. 

She walked through the grass to where her chaise lounge was set up, and she 
stretched out and leaned back, waiting for Troy to come into view behind the 
power mower. As she heard him approaching, she propped up one leg to give 
him an exciting view of as much female flesh as possible. She even adjusted 
her halter so that a full three inches of cleavage and the upper portions of 
her breasts were scandalously displayed. She was striking a pose with just 
one thought in mind. She wanted to see if she could give the boy a hard-on. 
As Troy rounded a corner and came into view behind his chugging machine, she 
saw immediately that she was going to be successful. As he caught sight of 
her, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed up. The power mower before 
him veered off course and he was missing a strip of grass a foot wide. 

She could see the sweat running down his tanned body as he pushed by within 
ten feet, never taking his eyes off her bosom. 

"Hello, Troy," Donna said, throwing him an exceptionally friendly smile as, 
hidden behind her sunglasses, her eyes were staring straight at his 
adolescent crotch. He obviously wasn't wearing any underpants beneath his 
thin, worn shorts. His long, wienie-shaped peter and his big adolescent 
balls were too clearly outlined to be covered by anything but the worn 
cotton of his shorts themselves. 

The boy blushed and coughed nervously as he moved past, and he accidentally 
ran the mower right up over a large stone at the edge of a flower bed. The 
blade of the mower made a loud clanging noise and then the motor sputtered 
and died. 

Troy was now blushing a deep shade of red as he glanced sheepishly in 
Donna's direction. He knelt down on one knee and fumbled with the controls 
of the machine, and Donna had to fight to keep a little gasp from becoming a 
moan. With one knee on the ground and the other propped up, his shorts were 
so stretched that she could see right up one of the legs, and she could see 
part of one of his balls and the wiry hairs which were beginning to appear 
upon it. 

She stared right down between his legs, studying every detail. Troy shifted 
his position to work on the mower and his testicle disappeared from view, 
but she was still having a field day admiring the outline of his dick. His 
shorts were so tight that she could actually make out the knobby cockhead at 
its tip. 

Troy cast sly glances at Donna as he worked, excitedly eyeing the display of 
legs and cleavage she had carefully arranged for his benefit. She had wanted 
to give him a hard-on, and she was succeeding. The shape of his penis was 
changing as it lengthened and grew hard in his shorts. He shifted his legs 
uneasily, trying to hide his growing erection as best he could, but Donna 
could see it bulging out in his shorts, and she could actually tell each 
time it jerked by the way it pushed outward against the tight, restricting 
material stretched atop it. 

"It sure is hot, isn't it?" Donna asked, still smiling at him. 

Troy nodded, and he was blushing more than ever as his prick became 
completely hard and was plainly outlined in his shorts. 

"This would be a good day to go swimming," Donna said. "Do you know any good 
places to swim?" 

Troy shook his head, obviously frustrated at the situation down between his 
legs. His prick was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. It felt like it was 
going to start oozing pre-seminal fluids at any minute. 

"You don't know a place to swim?" Donna asked. "I would have thought that a 
good-looking boy like you would be out swimming with the girls all the 
time." 

"Naw." Troy was embarrassed. The truth was that he was so shy he had never 
even been out on a date with a girl at all. 

"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" Donna asked. 

He stared at her with a puzzled frown beneath his light, blond hair. "What's 
that?" 

"That's when you take off all your clothes and swim naked. Have you ever 
done that?" 

"Uh, no!" 

"Near where I lived when I was a little girl, there used to be a swimming 
hole where the boys used to skinny dip," Donna said. "Us girls used to sneak 
up and watch them. It was a lot of fun." 

Troy stared at her, wondering what she was driving at. 

"Sometimes we caught them playing with themselves and things," Donna said. 
"You know, masturbating?" 

She waited for a reaction, but Troy said nothing. 

"I always liked that," Donna said, "watching them play with their peters 
until they ... I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Troy. I suppose you probably 
play with yourself too, don't you?" 

Troy choked and a deep red blush flooded over his face. 

"I guess all boys play with themselves," Donna said. "How often do you do 
it?" 

"I . . . I . . . OWWW!" Troy suddenly straightened up to a standing position 
and held his hand, his face screwed up in pain. He had accidentally burned 
his hand on the exhaust muffler of the power mower. He had temporarily 
forgotten that he had a hard-on, and as he stood there holding his burnt 
hand, Donna stared excitedly between his legs. His hard dick was pushing out 
the front of his shorts like a tent, and there was a wet spot showing right 
where his throbbing cockhead was pressing, its outline clearly revealed. 

Troy held his burnt hand, his eyes full of tears of pain, and he looked down 
at the front of his pants, then looked at Donna, and then he shook his head 
with disbelief and grabbed the power mower and shoved it toward the garage. 
"Troy, wait!" 

He didn't even turn his head. He shoved the mower right into the garage and 
shut the door. 

Donna lay there a long moment, cursing her bad luck at the fact that, the 
boy had bumed himself before she could get the answer of even one question 
about his sex life. As she lay there, however, she suddenly realized that he 
was being unusually quiet in the garage. Not a sound could be heard from 
behind the closed door. 

She got up and moved forward as quietly as possible. The garage in which 
Troy had sought refuge was hardly a fortress. It was old and weather-beaten 
in spite of the bright coat of white paint it sported, and there were 
numerous cracks between the boards. Donna moved right up to one of these 
cracks now, choosing one at the side of the garage where no one could see 
her. She peered inside. 

Troy was stark naked. He had dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, and 
he was standing there with his feet planted wide apart, playing with his 
dick. 

Donna moaned softly, and she pressed right up against the garage, shielding 
her eyes to get as clear a view as possible. Troy had wasted no time in 
getting right down to business. His fist was wrapped tightly around his 
burgeoning penis and he was jacking his hand up and down as fast as he 
could. 

Donna's whole body tingled with pleasure. She had not only succeeded in 
giving the boy a hard-on, but she had even worked him up to the point of 
self-abuse. What he was doing right now was solely due to the fact that she 
had deliberately excited him. It wasn't a sadistic satisfaction that Donna 
felt, but simply satisfaction in proving that at forty years of age she 
still had what it took to turn on the male human animal. 

She watched, fascinated at the sight. It was actually the first time she had 
ever seen a boy doing it so completely. She had been forced to tear her eyes 
off the young hitchhiking masturbator constantly while driving, and the 
sight of the newsboy jacking off in the bushes had been only semi-complete, 
because all she had been able to see was his penis sticking out of his fly. 
As for the view of Troy masturbating in his bedroom the night before, it had 
been far from completely satisfactory. She had been too far away, and the 
youth's back had been turned toward her all the time. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh! Aaaggghhh!" The boy was moaning now. He was being carried 
away completely by the beautiful sensations shooting through his dick as he 
pumped it up and down. 

Donna stared, spellbound at the sight of his' loose foreskin sliding up over 
his purplish cockhead, then down off of it again and again. The whole tip of 
his penis was shining with sticky wetness from the pre-seminal fluids 
surging through his stem. 

"Ungh! Uunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" She could hear the low steady whacking of 
his hand on his dick as he beat himself off furiously, his burned hand 
forgotten amidst the pleasureful sensations growing ever stronger in his 
wienie. 

Donna felt sure that he couldn't hold out long. He would surely send his 
creamy-white jism shooting out and splattering down onto the concrete floor 
at any moment. 

The boy surprised her, however. Just as his whole body was tensing up in 
preparation for the spilling of his essence, he removed his hand, completely 
stopping his self-abuse. He turned his back toward the crack where Donna was 
watching. Donna's disappointment at losing sight of his prick and balls was 
somewhat alleviated by a delicious view of his naked derriere. Her 
fascination with the rectums of teenage boys was about to be multiplied 
thousandfold, but in the meantime, Donna was considering a wild possibility. 
She suddenly knew exactly what she was going to do to the young newsboy. 
When he arrived she would . .. 

Donna gasped. Troy had taken a ball-peen hammer and he was bending over, 
affording her a detailed view of what lay between his two asscheeks. She 
could clearly see the brown puckered opening of his anus in his hairless 
asscrack. Her mouth fell open as he moved the ball-peen hammer around and 
pushed the rounded end of the handle right up against his asshole. Even as 
she saw it happening, Donna couldn't believe it. The young blond teenager 
was actually shoving the handle right up into his rectum. She watched, 
flabbergasted, as two, then three whole inches of hammer-handle disappeared 
up into his shit tube. "Oh, Troy." Donna expressed her delight in a low, 
lustful whisper. As she watched, Troy turned around, pulling the hammer 
handle out of his ass, and he sat down on the concrete floor, leaning back 
against the workbench. He drew up his legs as far as he could, laying to 
view every square inch of his genitals. His hard boy-cock, his two big 
balls, and his brown bud of an asshole were all revealed. With one hand he 
reached down and once more aimed the hammer-handle at his asshole and pushed 
slowly, forcing it up inside his rectum. The fingers of his other hand were 
clasping around his cock. As he forced the hammer-handle ever deeper into 
his asshole, he began jacking himself off faster than ever, his fist 
virtually flailing up and down on his big, burgeoning erection. 

The whole head of his dick was covered with the slimy emmissions that were 
oozing out of the slit in the end, and his fingers were pushing right up 
into the stuff and smearing it down so that soon his whole cock was 
lubricated completely. As his hand whacked up and down she could hear the 
popping noises his loose foreskin was making as it was forced up and down 
over his bulbous cockhead again and again. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! Aaaggghhh!" The boy was moaning with pleasure at 
the sensations his hands were creating down in his genital region. 

The hammer-handle was buried halfway up his ass and he was twisting it 
around, his body trembling with feverish excitement, and he was grunting 
like an animal as his hand pounded up and down on his cock, slapping down 
against his balls again and again. 

"AAAGGGHHH!" Suddenly his whole body tensed up. Every muscle went stiff 
except for those in his right wrist. His fist squeezed still tighter around 
his pulsating cock and he flailed his cock so fast that his fingers looked 
like one big blur. 

Donna knew he was about to shoot his wad right before her eyes.. Her whole 
body trembled as she watched, and then it happened. He arched his butt up 
off the concrete floor and moaned loudly, and the slit in the end of his 
dick opened up to let loose a geyser of hot, white cum. His jism was 
suddenly splattering out everywhere. It was hitting his naked legs in big 
splats. Big globs of it were shooting up into the air and falling down onto 
the concrete floor between his legs. 

He pumped his hand wildly, completely absorbed in the beautiful sensations 
shooting through his dick as it spat out glob after glob of his hot, teenage 
offering. At last his hand slowed down, and, while his prick shot out one 
last spurt of his creamy jism, he plopped back down onto his butt with a 
long moan of pleasure. 

Donna watched as he slowly pulled the hammer-handle back out of his rectum. 
Her legs were suddenly weak, and the blood was pounding in her veins. She 
knew now that she was hooked on teenage boys for life. The boys she had 
watched in the past few days had aroused perverted desires deep inside her 
body that she had never known existed. 

She knew that she could no longer be content to just stand back and watch 
them as she had done thus far, however. She had to get a teenage boy off to 
herself, peel down his britches, and touch him. She wanted to suck on a 
teenager's dick. Most of all, she wanted to be fucked by a riot, young 
adolescent boy. 

Donna watched as Troy wiped his dick clean with an old rag, blotted up his 
splotches of cum from the floor, and began pulling on his shorts. She turned 
away from the crack in the garage and headed back toward her house, drunk 
with desire. 

There was only one thought in her mind. Doug, the young newsboy she had 
caught masturbating, and his dick. She was going to go in and take off all 
her clothes and be waiting for him when he arrived. 

When Donna got inside, however, she was bitterly disappointed. Attached to 
the front door was a note: 

"Dear Miss West, I got here, but you weren't home, so I'll come back 
tomorrow at nine-thirty in the morning. I promise. 

Doug, your newsboy." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Donna sat in the living room with a cold drink in one hand and a cigarette 
in the other, impatiently watching the clock hanging on the opposite wall. 
While other people were dressed up in their Sunday best and scurrying 
through the town to church, she was sitting with only her houserobe to hide 
her nakedness, waiting for the young newsboy she hoped to make her lover. 

At exactly nine-thirty she heard the whirring pedals of his bike moving up 
the walk toward her front porch. He was right on time, just as he had 
promised. 

Donna set down her glass, stubbed out her cigarette, and hurried to the 
door. His face was covered with a wrinkled frown as he moved slowly up the 
steps toward her. 

"Just a minute, Doug," Donna said as she opened the door. "Why don't you 
leave your bike around by the side of the house where no one can see it?" 

"But why ... ?" 

"Please! Just do as I say!" 

Doug shrugged and obeyed her. In less than a minute he was back on the front 
porch and she was letting him into the house. She closed the door with a 
certain finality, and her heart raced in anticipation of all the things she 
planned to do now that she had a teenage boy to herself, a boy who was 
totally at her mercy. To make certain, however, that he realized he had to 
do exactly as she wished, she decided to throw some more scare into him. 

"I've been thinking about what I told you Friday night," she said, motioning 
for him to sit down on the sofa. "I'm not so sure I did the right thing in 
promising you not to tell your parents. I think they should know what you 
were doing to yourself in the bushes." 

"Oh, no! Please, Miss West!" 

It was all Donna could do to hide the pleasure she was feeling at seeing him 
squirm helplessly on the sofa, pleading for her to guard his horrible 
secret. She sat down beside him and put a hand on his knee. 

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, Doug, and I want you to tell me the 
truth. If you lie, I'll know it, and then our deal will be off. I'll tell 
your mother and father everything I saw. Do you understand?" 

"Y ... Yes." 

"How often do you play with yourself like that, Doug?" 

He stared at her, his eyes wide. 

"I want the truth, or so help me, I'll tell." 

"I.. . do it a couple times a day." 

"When? While you're delivering papers?" 

The boy was obviously embarrassed and puzzled at the questions she was 
asking, but he knew he had no choice but to answer them if he was to have 
any hope at all of having his act of self-abuse hidden from his parents. 

"Yeah, I do it while I'm delivering papers sometimes." 

"When else do you do it?" Donna asked. "I want you to think back. Starting 
last Sunday, I want you to tell me about every time you've done it since 
then." 

She squeezed his leg gently, but firmly enough to make him look down at her 
hand, then back up into her eyes. He knew she was leading up to something, 
and he trembled nervously, fearful of what it might be. 

"Tell me now," she said. "Did you do it last Sunday?" 

The boy blushed and nodded. "Yes. I did it in bed while my parents were gone 
to church." 

"TeU me about it," Donna said. "How long did it take?" 

"About an hour. I. . . took my time." 

Donna conjured up a mental image of the youth sprawled out naked atop his 
bed, his hand rubbing up his big fleshy peter. 

"I came three times." 

"You what? Three times? I don't-believe it!" 

"It's true," he said, smiling proudly now in spite of his embarrassment. "I 
made myself cum three times in a row. 

"When* did you do it next?" Donna asked, remembering with amusement that she 
had sent the youth away after he had just spat out his load into her bushes, 
thinking his dick had been too drained by his self-abuse to serve her 
purposes. 

"Monday night," he said. "I did it while I was watching television while my 
mom washed the dishes. My dad was asleep on the sofa, so he couldn't see 
anything." 

"Did you cum then, too?" 

"Sure, I came in my handkerchief." 

Donna shook her head with amazement at his daring to masturbate in the same 
room with his father, even if his father had been sleeping. 

"Then I did it Tuesday morning in tjie boys' locker room at school." 

"With the other boys?" 

"No. I did it after they were all dressed and gone." 

"Have you ever done it with another boy, Doug?" 

A disgusted look came over the newsboy's face. "No. I don't do that any 
more." 

"But you used to?" 

He blushed. "When I was twelve or thirteen I used to do it with one of my 
friends." 

Her next question was the one she dreaded to ask, yet the one to which she 
knew she must have the answer. "Have you ever done it with a girl?" Her hand 
moved down to the inside of his leg and began caressing up toward his crotch 
ever so slowly. 

Doug's leg trembled and a sudden shift in the arrangement of the bulges 
between his Levi-clad legs showed her that his penis was stirring to life, 
"N .. . No," he said. "I never had the chance. Aaaggghhh!" Her fingers were 
moving right up to where his cock and balls were bulging in his Levi's. 
"What are you doin'?" 

"Would you like to stick it in a girl?" she asked. 

He swallowed as he felt a surging sensation in the shaft of his penis. It 
was jerking up half hard in his pants, and he could feel it beginning to 
ooze. He moaned as he felt the surge of the pre-seminal fluids moving right 
up through his dick to his cockhead and out the tip. He was having an 
emission in his pants. 

"Please don't. .. Aaaggghhh!" He moaned with despair as her hand moved right 
up atop the bulge of his teenage cock and balls and began rubbing them 
through the front of his Levi's. 

"Would you like to stick it in me?" Donna asked. 

The boy's eyes widened and his whole body began trembling. Now at last he 
knew what the middle-aged woman wanted. He closed his eyes as the shock of 
it overwhelmed him. 

Donna began openly handling the boy's private parts. She wrapped her fingers 
around the shape of his prick and squeezed it through his pants. She gasped 
at the hardness of him as for the first time in her life her fingers 
squeezed a teenage boy's hard-on. 

"Remember, Doug, you said you'd do anything I wanted?" 

He nodded, tensing the muscles in his stomach and legs as her fingers 
pressed around the shape of his penis. Another surge of pre-seminal 
emissions began oozing up through his throbbing erection as she squeezed it. 

"Do you know what I want you to do?" she asked. 

He nodded again. "You want me to let you play with my dick." 

"Yes, but that's not all," Donna said. "I want you to put it in my mouth and 
let me suck on it." 

"Oh, shit!" the boy moaned and spread his legs further apart, a signal that 
she could do as she wished with the throbbing organ between his legs. 

"I want you to shoot out your sperm into my mouth, Doug, and then I want you 
to stick it in me and fuck me." 

She was fumbling with his belt now, unfastening it slowly, testing his 
resistance. There was no resistance. 

"B .. . But I've never done it with a girl," he said, his lower lip 
trembling. "I don't know how." . "I'll show you how," Donna said. She was 
pulling down the zipper of his Levi's and spreading the front of them open, 
revealing the clearly-outlined shape of his erection as it throbbed beneath 
his white cotton briefs. 

"What you were doing to yourself in my bushes Friday night was wrong, Doug," 
Donna said, as though the perverted acts she was proposing were completely 
innocent and normal. "This is going to be your punishment." 

"Aren't you going to pull the shades?" the boy asked, staring into her eyes 
and knowing as well as she did that what she wanted to do to him had nothing 
to do with punishment. 

"If anyone comes up on the porch, we'll hear them," Donna said, smiling as 
the boy raised up his butt, allowing her to pull his Levi's downward. She 
peeled them clear down his lean, boyish legs, her eyes devouring every 
square inch of his smooth, young skin as it was revealed. 

She fumbled with his shoes and socks, pulling them off, then drew his Levi's 
off his feet, leaving him sitting there in nothing but his shirt and 
underpants. 

Donna's heart was pounding with excitement as her every move brought her 
closer and closer to the point of violating the fifteen-year-old boy's body. 
His Levi's now tossed aside, she began caressing his bare legs, running her 
fingers up the firm smoothness of his naked skin. She traced light little 
circles in the down of hair covering his golden legs. 

Doug stared at her, his brown eyes shining as her hands worked their way up 
the insides of his legs ever so slowly. 

"You don't mind if I play with your peter, do you Doug?" she asked. 

"I... oh, shit!" He was obviously excited at the idea of being masturbated 
by Donna, in spite of the huge difference in their ages. 

Donna's hands moved still further up his legs, almost up to the snowy 
whiteness of the briefs which were hiding the maleness of him from her eyes. 
Doug squirmed on the sofa, not trying to stop her, but unable to control his 
mounting excitement as he anticipated the moment when her fingers would 
touch the mound of his genitals themselves. His prick was jerking completely 
hard inside his briefs, and a wet spot was beginning to grow in the front of 
them as the first of his pre-seminal fluids were absorbed by the thin, 
cotton material. 

Her hands moved up still further, and she inched her fingers right up inside 
the legs of his briefs, almost up to his hot, swollen testicles, and his 
prick gave a big jerk, shooting out a spurt of pre-cum juice that made the 
wet spot in the front of his briefs grow still bigger. 

"Are .. . you really gonna suck me?" he asked, obviously excited at the 
prospect of having her take his dick between her lips and feeling her draw 
out his fluids by setting up a powerful suction on it with her mouth. 

"Do you want me to?" she asked. 

The young newsboy blushed. "Y ... Yes." 

Donna smiled at the excited, yet ashamed, look in his big brown eyes as he 
confessed his desire. Her fingertips moved right up to his balls and touched 
them inside his underpants. "You want me to give you a blow-job?" 

He nodded, hanging his head sheepishly. 

Donna hooked the legs of his briefs with her fingers and began pulling them 
down ever so slowly. She stared as the first of the naked skin of his belly 
came into view. As the first of his pubic hairs appeared, she swallowed, 
trying to wetten the dryness in her throat, her eyes wide with the wonder of 
him. 

Suddenly the tops of his briefs were sliding down over his cock itself, 
uncovering the oozing cockhead at the tip of his throbbing shaft. She pulled 
his briefs on down until every inch of his pulsating erection was revealed, 
and then the two big balls at its root as well. 

The boy's eyes stared down at his own nakedness excitedly as she peeled his 
briefs all the way down his legs and drew them off his feet. 

Donna reached up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly as his prick jerked in 
spasms down between his legs. 

Now that she had a willing teenage boy within her grasp, she didn't want to 
rush anything. She wanted to savor every minute. 

She drew off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, and now he was sitting 
stark naked before her, his male member hard and quivering, his whole body 
trembling with uncontrollable excitement. 

"Lie down on your side," Donna said, her voice hoarse with passion. "No, not 
like that, lie with your butt toward me." 

"But how are you gonna suck me that way?" Doug asked, a puzzled frown on his 
face. 

"Just roll over," Donna said. '1 want to play with you a little bit first." 

Doug rolled over onto his side, his tight teenage rectum facing her. Slowly 
Donna began stroking his long legs, her fingers running lightly up and down 
the backs of them. Her fingers moved almost painfully slow as they worked up 
his naked flesh until they were arriving at last at his bottom. She slowly 
and gently caressed the rounded cheeks of his ass, and then she worked her 
fingers right down into the crevice between them. 

Doug trembled as her fingers separated his buns and brushed lightly over the 
brown puckering of his anus. Donna continued her exploration of his ass 
crevice while her other hand pushed between his legs. Doug drew up one leg 
to allow her free access, shivering in anticipation of what he hoped she was 
going to do. 

Her other hand was pushing up between his legs and moving right toward the 
most intimate part of his body. Suddenly her warm fingers were easing around 
his penis and taking hold of it. His hard-on jerked against the palm of her 
hand. 

Donna continued caressing the crevice of the boy's ass as she slowly 
squeezed his hard, stiff penis. 

"Oh, Miss West! Aaahhh!" 

Donna moved her face forward toward the boy's twin, teenage buns, and she 
kissed each one of them in turn as she fondled his penis. She put her tongue 
right at the small of his back where the crack of his ass began, and she 
licked him there while she caressed his naked bottom and squeezed his 
pulsating peter. 

Donna was trembling, her own excitement matching that of the naked youth 
laying before her ounce for ounce. She licked downward, forcing her wet 
tongue down inside his asscrack. The boy gasped and bucked his hips, fucking 
her tightly clenched fist with his penis, cooing at the delicious sensations 
he was experiencing as his dick slid in and out of its loose foreskin. 

Donna's tongue worked its way down into the very center of his ass and 
pushed down against the brown puckering of his anus. The boy cried out with 
pleasure as she licked him there. She pushed with her tongue, forcing it 
right down into the hole, of his ass, and he squealed with delight. Suddenly 
her fingers were being covered with wetness as his peter emitted a big spurt 
of juice. She smeared it up and down on his throbbing shaft as she tongued 
out his ass. 

His big boy dick was throbbing alarmingly in her hand as its juices oozed 
out the slit in the end. : "Don't let it cum, Doug," she said, raising up 
her mouth. 

"I... can't hold out much longer. It feels so good. Oooohhh!" He shivered 
with delight as he pumped his penis in and out of her fist. 

Donna rolled him over and made him sit up, and she knelt between his legs. 
His big erection was swelling within inches of her face. She cupped a hand 
around his balls as they hung like golden peaches at the root of his hard, 
hot stem. Her other hand grasped his prick firmly, and she pulled the 
foreskin down off his wet, oozing cockhead. She moved her mouth forward, 
opening it and closing it down over the whole upper part of his throbbing 
boyhood. 

Doug moaned excitedly and his eyes shined as he stared down at what she was 
doing between his legs. Her hands were still wrapped around the lower half 
of his cock and balls, and she was pushing and pulling, sliding the loose 
skin of his dick up and down as her lips squeezed around the base of his 
cockhead. 

Doug gasped as her tongue lapped around his cockhead, tasting the liquid 
that had oozed out and gathered there. Her tongue licked around and pressed 
up on the underneath side of his cock. She began a deep sucking motion on 
the head of his dick while she squeezed it down below, and then she was 
pulling away her hands and sliding her lips down all the way. 

"Uuummmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" The boy moaned. His legs trembled as he watched 
her mouth take in every last inch of his slippery shaft until there was no 
more to be had and her lips were pressing right down against his balls. She 
rolled her tongue around his dick, licking -it all over inside her mouth. 
Her hands roamed down and caressed his naked legs. 

"Uuummm! Oh, fuck! Aaahhh!" The boy whimpered softly, his legs trembling as 
she worked on him. He closed his eyes and gave himself completely to the 
beautiful sensations surging through every inch of his cock stem, then he 
opened his eyes and gasped. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh! I'm gonna cum! I can feel it! Aaaggghhh!" 

His excitement mounted to the breaking point as her mouth licked and sucked 
all over his dick. 

"It's cumming! Aaaggghhh! Mmmppphhh!" 

Doug's cock erupted. The slit in the end opened up and geysered forth a 
virtual torrent of thick, boyish sperm. Huge globs of it splattered against 
Donna's tongue and throat. She sucked his dick, pumping with her mouth, 
feeling his penis pulsate with excitement as the semen surged inside it. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! Aaaggghhh!" Doug squealed with delight. 

Donna swallowed his teenage sperm eagerly and didn't stop sucking until the 
last of it had spurted from the end of his dick. 

At last, when he moaned and pushed her head, trying to make her stop, she 
opened her mouth and let his oozing erection slide from her lips. It flopped 
up against his belly and she licked it clean. 

"Ah, fuck, it was beautiful," Doug said. He leaned back and closed his eyes, 
completely exhausted. 

Donna tingled with excitement as she stared at his nakedness, a"nd she 
licked his sperm from her lips, not wanting to waste a drop. She felt like 
an alcoholic who had just been given his first drink of the day. She knew 
she would never be able to get enough teenage penis to satisfy the lustful 
hunger gnawing at her soul, and for the first time she felt strangely 
frightened. 

As she looked at Doug's penis, however, and watched it pulsating in 
half-hardness as it oozed forth the last of his cum, she pushed her fears 
away. She knelt back down. 

"Oh, no! Please, Miss West! Not again!" 

Donna refused to take no for an answer. Her lips opened and took in his 
boyhood, and the young boy squirmed helplessly beneath her. 

Outside a car was pulling away from the curb, the driver stomping the 
accelerator with angry bitterness. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Donna's Monday morning blues were even more depressing than usual as she 
closed the door and walked toward her garage to start up her car. In spite 
of the fact that she had spent Sunday morning in the seduction of her young 
newsboy and had actually taken his big penis into her mouth and sucked it 
until he came, she had been bitterly disappointed when, as the day had 
passed, it had become obvious that Chuck wasn't going to sjiow up after all. 
Now she would have to wait until late afternoon when he came into the office 
after school to find out why he had backed down. 

Donna's spirits were lifted somewhat when, as she backed her car out of the 
driveway, she saw Troy coming out of his house on his way to school. She 
rolled down the car window and smiled. "Want a ride?" 

Troy hesitated, remembering all too well the embarrassing questions she had 
put to him Saturday morning while he had been mowing the yard. After only a 
few seconds reflection, however, he nodded and ran over and climbed into the 
seat beside her. He lived several long blocks from school, and, like Donna, 
didn't have much enthusiasm so early in the week. He was glad to have the 
long walk eliminated. 

As Donna drove down the street they were quiet, both of them remembering the 
Saturday morning incident in the back yard. 

Donna wondered if she dared reopen the daring line of questions she had been 
asking about the boy's sex life. Her heart was already pounding harder just 
having the blond youth sitting there next to her, and a lustful tightness 
was growing in her chest. She knew she wanted to get the young boy in bed in 
the worse way, and she realized that if she didn't take the initiative, that 
would never happen. 

"Troy . .." She hesitated, then blurted it out. "You never did answer my 
question the other day." 

A dismayed look came over the boy's face. 

"How often do you do it, Troy?" 

He turned his head away from her and stared out the window. 

"I.. .1 saw you doing it two times," Donna said, her heart racing madly. 

His head jerked around and he stared at her with wide eyes, a surprised look 
on his face. "What?" 

"I saw you doing it up in your bedroom Friday night. You forgot to pull your 
shade. Then, Saturday morning, I watched you do it in the garage." 

His face was ashen white as he sat there staring at her, and he was 
beginning to tremble. 

"I was watching you through a crack in the garage," Donna said. "I saw you 
stick the handle of the hammer up inside your butt and everything." 

She reached over and put a hand on his knee. Troy, in a state of shock at 
learning that she had watched him playing with his dick, not just once, but 
two times, sat, doing nothing. Donna moved her hand up his leg and touched 
the bulge of his crotch. 

Troy suddenly realized what she was doing, and he reached down and pulled 
her hand away roughly. 

"I saw everything," Donna said, emphasizing the point with almost sadistic 
delight. "You were beautiful." 

"I.. . NO!" He pulled her hand away again as she once more tried to place it 
on his knee. "Just keep your hands off me." 

"What's the matter, Troy?" Donna asked. "Don't you like girls?" 

The boy blushed. "Yes, but.. ." 

Donna ventured her hand forth once again, and this time he let her put it on 
his knee, her questioning his masculinity having made him unsure how he 
should react. 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Donna said, rubbing his knee through his 
Levi's. "All boys jack off once in a while." 

"Yes, but.. . you saw me!" He swallowed, his emotions at finding he had been 
caught in the act swelling up in the back of his throat. 

"Have you ever done it with a girl before, Troy?" she asked. 

He shook his head negatively as he turned and stared out the window again 
and bit his lip. 

Donna's hand began creeping up his leg again, and this time he made no 
effort to stop her. She moved her fingers right up to his crotch and began 
fondling it, feeling the shape of his penis and balls down inside. 

"I don't know what you're going to think of me, Troy," Donna said, "but I'd 
like to ... do it with you." 

He continued staring out the window, trembling as he felt her hand probing 
his private parts through his pants. His penis was beginning to stiffen in 
spite of his embarrassment. "Do what?" 

"I'd like to show you what it's like with a girl." 

He looked down at his crotch as her fingers felt him up, and his dick jerked 
up slowly into full erection, pushing out the front of his pants. Donna 
squeezed the outline of his hard-on and trembled at the hardness of it. It 
was all she could do to steer the car down the road in a straight line. She 
noted with dismay that Troy's school was only a few blocks ahead. She had to 
act fast. 

"Would you like to have me show you, Troy?" 

He blushed. "I don't know." 

The school was only a block and a half ahead of them. "Why don't you come 
over to my house after school tonight?" Donna asked. 

He didn't answer, and he pulled her hand away from his crotch and began 
arranging his erection so that it wouldn't show when he got out of the car 
in front of his fellow students. 

As she stopped the car and he started to get out, Donna grabbed his arm, 
forcing him to turn his head. "How about it, Troy? Will you come over 
tonight?" 

He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe." 

Donna released his arm happily, content that at least he hadn't said no. 

"I'll see you tonight," she said, her voice full of hope. 

Troy grunted and walked away from the car, never turning his head. 

Donna drove on toward the office, her heart singing with happiness. She 
already had the young newsboy to the point of dropping his pants and letting 
her do whatever she wanted to him- Now it appeared that her chances of 
getting into Troy's pants were excellent, or at least far better than she 
had dared hope up to now. It only remained for her to conquer Chuck, the 
young office boy who had been the cause of her perverted desires for teenage 
boys in the first place. 

Friday night she had thought Chuck was in the palm of her hand. Now she 
wasn't so sure. She knew that the day was going to drag as she waited 
impatiently for the young boy to show up for work, and even before she had 
arrived at the office parking lot, she was thinking up excuses to get him 
alone in her office so she could ask him why he had failed to show up at her 
house on Sunday as planned. 

Donna could tell the minute Chuck walked into the office. All the girls 
liked him, and there was a flurry of Hello Chucks as he moved through the 
outer office to the time clock and punched in. 

Donna sat at her desk, waiting for him to appear at her door, almost as 
jittery as a schoolgirl. She waited a full half hour before she realized 
that he wasn't going to appear at her door. He wasn't going to come in and 
see her at all unless she forced his hand. 

Donna sent a message out with one of the girls for him to report to her 
office to change a light bulb, a bulb she had knocked gently against her 
desk earlier to make sure it wasn't working. Another half hour passed, and 
still he didn't come. Donna sat behind her desk, tapping her foot 
impatiently, and at last she could stand it no longer. Getting up, she 
stormed into the outer office, her face wrinkled up in a scowl. ' 

"Where is Chuck?", she demanded. 

The secretary to whom she had addressed the question stared at her with a 
puzzled look. "I think he's in the supply room." 

Donna marched through the big outer office to the supply room at the 
opposite end of the banks of desks. The door to the little supply room was 
closed. She opened it and saw Chuck up on a ladder, rearranging the boxes of 
paper clips, staples, and miscellaneous office supplies. 

Chuck glanced at her as she entered, then looked back at the shelf and 
continued working. Donna closed the door and they were all alone. 

"I sent word that I wanted to see you in my office," she said. 

Chuck said nothing, but went right on working as though she wasn't there. 

Donna tried to calm herself, realizing she wasn't going to get anywhere by 
losing her temper. She spoke again, trying to control her voice, desperate 
to find out what had suddenly turned the boy against her and made him so 
cold. 

"I waited for you all day Sunday," she said. 

Chuck gave a low, scoffing laugh. 

"Well, I did! What's the matter with you, Chuck? Why didn't you come?" 

He stared down at her, his eyes cold. "Wasn't that other kid enough for 
you?" he asked. "How many boys does it take?" 

"Wh-what?" 

"Don't try to act so innocent," Chuck said. "You must really have a thing 
for us high school boys." 

"I... I don't understand." 

"Come off it, Donna. I did go over to your house Sunday. Before I had a 
chance to knock, I heard you and that kid moaning, and I looked in the 
window. I saw everything." 

The blood drained from Donna's face. "You saw what I was doing to Doug?" 

"I don't know what the kid's name is," Chuck said. "All I know is that you 
had all his clothes off, and you were doing things to him there on the 
sofa." 

Donna felt suddenly weak. She wondered just how much Chuck had seen. At what 
point had he peered through the window? She prayed that he hadn't seen her 
performing the most horrible perversion of all, that of licking out the 
young newsboy's ass. 

"I saw you suckin' his dick, and . . ." Chuck turned his head away. "Damn. I 
still can't believe it." 

"What?" Donna asked, her heart seeming to sink right down into the pit of 
her stomach. 

"You let him cum in your mouth." 

"Chuck, I. . ." 

"Just go away," he said. "I don't want to be part of your harem of boys." 

"Don't be silly, Chuck." Donna moved up to the base of the ladder and 
reached up and touched his leg. 

"Just keep your hands off me." 

She pushed her hand right up the flared leg of his bell-bottom pants and 
touched his bare leg. 

"Damn it!" He tried to back away and almost fell off the ladder. 

"You know, if I didn't know better, Chuck, I'd think you were jealous." 

"Shit!" He stared down at her with his anger flashing in his eyes. 

"What do you want me to say, Chuck?" Donna pushed her whole arm up his pant 
leg so that she was groping the naked flesh of his leg right beneath his 
knee. "I'm sorry you had to see us but you did, and it's too late to do 
anything about it now. That's the first time I ever did it with that boy, or 
with any other boy." 

"Yeah, I'll bet." 

"It's true," Donna said. She shoved her arm further up his pants and her 
fingers were reaching dangerously close toward his crotch. 

"Would you stop messin' around with my damned leg?" Chuck tried to pull 
himself free, but her arm was so far up inside his pants that he couldn't 
move without risking falling off the ladder. She strained herself, trying to 
reach up still further. Chuck cursed in protest as her fingertips made 
contact with his cotton briefs and. started to slip up inside them. 

. Suddenly the door to the supply room burst open and one of the other 
secretaries was heading through the door. Donna barely had time to jerk her 
hand out of Chuck's pant leg, and she coughed nervously. "Uh, yeah, that's 
it, Chuck. Hand me down that box right there." 

Chuck handed her down a box she didn't need at all, and Donna opened it and 
began fumbling around inside as the other secretary entered and began 
looking around. "Where are the stamp pads?" the girl asked. 

"Over here, Karie," Chuck said. He looked down at Donna. "Was that all you 
wanted, Donna?" 

Donna swallowed her disappointment and nodded. She headed out the door and 
back to her office, tears filling her eyes. 

She didn't see Chuck again until four-thirty that afternoon when he made his 
rounds to empty the waste baskets. 

She stood beside him as he reached down to take her waste basket from 
beneath her desk, and as he bent down, she stared longingly at his two 
teenage buns. 

"Chuck, I want to do it with you." 

"Fuck, don't you ever quit?" 

"Please, don't be that way. I like you." 

"Yeah, me and every other teenage boy running around with a dick between his 
legs." 

"You don't have to be mean," she said, tears filling her eyes again. "I 
can't help it if I want you. 

I..." 

"I suppose I'm supposed to drop my pants for you just because you're 
starting to cry?" 

"Chuck!" The tears accumulated in Donna's eyes and spilled out onto her 
cheeks. She fumbled in her purse for a handkerchief. 

"Come off it, Donna. What is it you want? You wanna suck my dick? You want 
me to get it out right here?" 

Donna sobbed uncontrollably and wiped her eyes with her handkerchief. "I.. . 
I want you to come over to my house." 

"So you can take off my clothes and mess around with me on the sofa?" 

She nodded. 

Chuck shook his head with disbelief. "You're really something." 

"Will you come?" Donna asked. "I'll. .. suck your dick." 

Chuck shook his head violently. "No thank you. I don't stick my cock just 
anywhere, you know. It's hard telling what you've had in your mouth." 

Donna turned away from him, trying to hide the hurt he was causing her. "You 
. . . won't come?" 

"No, and don't bother asking any more." He left the room, leaving her 
feeling completely alone and rejected. 

The remaining half hour of work was wasted as far as Donna was concerned. 
She straightened out her desk, but she couldn't concentrate on doing any 
real work. All she could think about was the fact that she had lost her 
chance to make out with the young office boy, and it was Chuck above all the 
others that she really wanted. 

Chuck carried two waste baskets bulging with waste paper down the stairs 
and.to the huge waste bin at the rear of the building. He bit his lip, 
feeling bad inside at the way he had acted with Donna, realizing he had gone 
too far and had really hurt her. He reasoned with himself, trying to 
convince himself that just because Donna had sucked off one teenage boy, it 
didn't mean she was a whore or anything. He knew that Donna had pinpointed 
his problem exactly when she had said he was jealous. 

As he watched the office personnel file out of the building and scurry for 
their cars, he watched Donna. She was moving solemnly to her own big car and 
climbed inside, and he watched her until she had pulled away and disappeared 
around a corner of the building. 

Chuck shook his head, ashamed at the way he had acted. He resolved to try to 
borrow his father's car that very night and drive to Donna's house and 
apologize. 

Donna couldn't help but notice the boy standing along the highway as her car 
shot through the city. She remembered his amusement with her refusal to 
touch his penis and his instructions to drive by any evening at the same 
time if she wanted a little dick. 

Her brain suddenly seemed to throb, and before she even realized what she 
was doing, she was pulling off the road to pick up the youth. As he opened 
the car door and stepped inside, however, she realized with a gasp that it 
wasn't the same boy she had picked up before at all. This boy was much 
younger. He couldn't be over thirteen. 

Donna swerved out onto the highway and shoved her foot down on the 
accelerator, her brain and body seeming somehow strangely detached. It was 
as if her mind was watching her own body from off in a distance, and she had 
no control over her actions. 

The boy in the seat beside her looked at her with frightened eyes as she 
swerved the car just in time to avoid a head-on collision. 

"Are you all right, Lady?" he asked. 

Donna shook her head at her bad luck. The boy was so young that his voice 
hadn't even changed yet. 

"How old are you, Honey?" she asked. "Twelve." 

Donna reached over and put a hand on his leg. "You're a nice looking boy," 
she said. "Th . . .Thank you." 

She moved her hand up his leg slowly, and the boy squirmed uneasily. "Lady, 
I. . ." Donna's fingers moved right up to his crotch and fondled his little 
bulge. "Hey!" The boy scrambled to the edge of the seat and pressed up 
against the car door to escape her roving hand. 

"Please," Donna said. "I just want to touch you." "No!" 

"I won't hurt you. Come here." She reached toward him, but the boy pressed 
his body up flat against the car door just out of reach. "Just let me play 
with you a little bit," Donna said. "Just leave me alone." 

"Well, if you won't let me touch it, then get it out and let me look at it." 

"No!" the boy was almost ready to cry. "Please?" Donna pleaded with him. 
"Stop the car and let me out!" the boy half screamed the words, his voice 
frantic with fear. 

Donna pulled the car over and rolled to a stop. She reached out to grab him. 
"Let me suck you, Honey. I. .." 

The boy jerked the door open and scrambled out and ran down the edge of the 
road away from her as fast as his legs would carry him. 

Donna sat there at the edge of the road a full five minutes as her mind 
drifted down from its far off vantage point and rejoined her body. The 
realization of what she had just done hit her squarely, almost knocking her 
into a state of 

For the first time Donna realized that her obsession with young boys wasn't 
just a problem. It was a sickness. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

A surprise was waiting for Donna as she pulled into her driveway. Doug was 
sitting down on the ground, leaning up against the house, his bicycle 
propped up beside him. 

He got up as Donna stepped out of the car, and he shuffled his feet and 
looked down at the ground, obviously embarrassed. 

"Hello, Doug," Donna said, staring at the youth, waiting for him to explain 
his presence, though she had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. 

"I was just riding by, and I thought I'd stop by for a visit." 

Donna smiled. The shame and disappointment that Chuck had caused her and the 
memory of her attempt at seducing her young hitchhiker were temporarily 
forgotten as she looked over the fifteen-year-old newsboy, her eyes drifting 
straight down to his Levi-clad legs and the bulge between them. "Would you 
like to come into the house?" 

Doug couldn't hold back his smile. "Yeah. 

Sure." 

Donna led the way up to her front door, and she couldn't help but notice 
that the boy's legs were trembling. She couldn't help but be amused as she 
imagined the thoughts going through his head. 

"Why don't you sit down on the sofa?" she asked, as she closed the door 
behind them. "I'm going to go up and change into something more 
comfortable." 

As Doug sank down onto the sofa she mounted the stairs, her heart pounding. 
She pulled off every stitch of clothing she had on, and she threw it all 
onto the bed and put on a see-through nightgown that she knew would have 
Doug's prick jerking in his pants in no time at all. The transparent 
nightgown didn't hide a thing. 

She descended the stairs slowly, putting on a show for the boy, deliberately 
trying to excite him. Her effort met with immediate success. The young 
newsboy's eyes bugged as he watched her move down toward him. 

"Do you like it?" she asked, moving right up before him and standing with 
her legs spread apart so that the light from the window behind her would 
make the outline of her body clearly visible. "Oh, yeah." The boy's mouth 
was all but hanging open as he eyed her beneath the flimsy nightgown. He 
could see every detail of her body, as though only a thin film was covering 
her nakedness. 

Donna sat down on the sofa beside him, and, looking at the window across the 
room, she remembered how Chuck had caught them the day before and watched 
everything they had done without their even knowing. 

"Why don't you pull down the shades for me, Doug, and then take off all your 
clothes." 

Doug leaped up to obey her, anxious to get things underway. Donna could see 
that he already had a hard-on. His penis was sticking up hard, pushing out 
the front of his pants. 

Doug pulled the shades and turned toward her, his fingers fumbling with the 
buttons of his shirt. He peeled it off and kicked off his shoes. 

Donna watched as he unfastened his pants, the blood pumping wildly in her 
veins. She held her breath as he pulled down his zipper and spread open the 
front of his pants, revealing the snowy whiteness of his briefs. She could 
see the shape of his hardened penis clearly as he peeled his Levi's down his 
legs and kicked them aside. 

He moved toward her, stark naked except for his underpants, and he was 
trembling with excitement. 

Donna pulled him right up in front of her and began caressing his" naked 
legs excitedly. She brushed her fingers lightly over the backs of them and 
shoved her fingertips right up inside his briefs and encircled his firm 
teenage buns with her hands. As she squeezed his asscheeks, his prick jerked 
in the front of his briefs, and a wet spot appeared in the thin, white 
cotton covering his dick. 

Donna moved her hands around inside the back of his shorts, playing with his 
ass. She allowed her fingers to brush right down into the crevice between 
his two firm buttocks and she pressed a finger right up against the hole of 
his anus itself. 

Doug moaned as she pushed, shoving the tip of her finger up inside his 
rectum. His penis throbbed visibly and the wet spot in his briefs grew still 
larger. Donna shoved until her finger was stuck halfway up inside his butt, 
and then she wriggled it inside the boy's shit tube while her other hand 
moved through the leg of his shorts and around to the front of his body. 

Doug trembled as her fingers approached his most secret parts. He gasped at 
the first contact of her fingertips, and his prick jerked. Donna grasped it 
and squeezed, feeling suddenly weak with desire as she felt the hot, naked 
penis-flesh throbbing hard beneath her fingers. She squeezed and drew her 
hand down, pulling the boy's foreskin down off the head of his dick inside 
his underpants. "Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh!" "Am I hurting you, Doug?" she asked. 
"Oh, no! It feels so good! Uuummm!" The boy's legs trembled as she pulled 
the skin of his cock down as far as she could, then squeezed. She could feel 
his cock pulsating as his pre-seminal fluids surged up through it in excited 
reaction to what her fingers were doing to him. 

Donna pulled back up with her hand, forcing the loose foreskin of his prick 
back up over his cockhead, and when she had pulled the skin up on his stem 
as far as she could, she squeezed again. Almost immediately she began 
pulling her hand back down. She pushed and pulled on his burgeoning dick, 
jacking it off inside his underpants until he was panting with delight and 
his cock was wet and slippery from its own oozing pre-seminal fluids. Her 
finger had wriggled its way almost all the way up inside his ass by now, and 
she was rubbing his sensitive prostate gland with her fingertip, making his 
slippery prick jerk in gigantic throbs between her masturbating fingers. 

She played with his dick until she dared not continue for fear of bringing 
him off and making him shoot his boyish load inside his briefs. She withdrew 
her hands slowly* releasing her grip on his jerking phallus and pulling her 
finger gently back out of his tight-muscled asshole. 

The boy trembled uncontrollably as she grasped his underpants and peeled 
them down, revealing his nakedness in its entirety. His briefs dropped down 
his legs and fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them quickly and 
kicked them aside. He stood there before her shaking, his big boy dick 
throbbing up at an excited angle, the juices dripping from the slit in the 
end. 

Donna bent forward, moving her face up to within an inch of the boy's 
throbbing tool. She could almost feel the heat of it as her mouth opened in 
anticipation of what she was about to do. Her lips moved around the end of 
his organ and she continued pushing forward until the whole upper portion of 
his shaft had disappeared into her mouth. 

Just as she was clamping down her lips upon his penis and making him shiver 
with delight, there was a knock at the door. Donna raised her head, pulling 
her lips from the boy's quivering erection. 

"Who is it?" Doug asked, his voice heavy with despair. 

"I don't know," Donna said. She licked her lips clean of the pre-seminal 
fluids which had been smeared upon them by the end of the boy's oozing dick. 
"Grab your clothes and run upstairs to my bedroom, Doug. Get in bed and wait 
for me." 

As the boy hurried to obey her and started up the stairs, his boyish bottom 
bouncing, Donna slapped it playfully. "Keep it hard for me, Doug, but don't 
make yourself cum. I'll be up in just a minute." 

The boy grinned sheepishly and darted up the stairs. v 

Donna opened the closet at the foot of the stairs and took out a housecoat 
to cover herself and she hurried to answer the door as the knock came again. 
She was anxious to be rid of the intruder so that she could get upstairs and 
consummate her relationship with Doug. 

Troy stood there on the front porch, fidgeting nervously as she stared at 
him. "Troy?" 

He forced a smile. 

Donna had become so involved with her seduction of Doug that she had 
completely forgotten she had asked-no, begged-Troy to come over to her house 
that evening. She hadn't beat around the bush, either. She had told him in 
no uncertain terms that she wanted to play with his dick, and she had even 
promised him that she would suck on it. His presence at the door meant that 
he was going to let her do it. 

Donna trembled, almost overcome by her joy. She hadn't even dared hope that 
he would really come. She stood aside and held the door open so that he 
could enter, her big breasts heaving. 

Troy blushed as he slid past her. He was careful not to touch her. His whole 
body was electric, and he was so nervous that it seemed the slightest touch 
would set him off. 

Donna closed the door and smiled. "I'm glad you came, Troy," she said, 
trying to put him at ease. 

The blond youth tried to smile back, but only succeeded in grimacing. He was 
so nervous he was almost shaking. 

Donna led the way past him toward the sofa, moving slowly, afraid she would 
frighten him off. "Sit down, Troy." She sat down herself, taking care to 
keep the housecoat pulled over the nakedness of her legs, knowing her 
seduction of Troy was going to have to be much slower than the seduction of 
the young newsboy had been the day before. "Don't be nervous," she said. 

"I., .can't help it!" 

Donna's smile was sympathetic. At the same time she was trying to set Troy 
at ease, however, her own heart was pounding from the apprehension which had 
gripped her being. She had two boys in the house at the same time, both of 
them there for the same reason, and her mind raced to find a way to keep 
them from finding out about each other's presence. 

She knew that as far as Doug was concerned, she could take them both to bed 
at once and the young newsboy probably wouldn't mind, but Troy was another 
story. He was a naturally sensitive boy anyway, and, this being his first 
attempt at having sex with a member of the opposite sex, she knew she would 
be lucky to go all the way with him if they were by themselves. The presence 
of a second boy would make him completely impotent, at least temporarily. 

The only solution that Donna could see to her dilemma was to somehow stall 
Troy, rush up and finish off Doug, then scoot Doug out the door and get down 
to business with Troy. Judging by the state he was in, it would probably 
take all evening just to get the blond youth stripped down to his shorts, 
and since Doug was already on the verge of shooting his rocks, it was going 
to have to be Doug who was rushed. 

"Troy, I know just what you need," Donna said. 

The boy glared at her, his blue eyes flashing. 

"Will you trust me?" she asked. 

He trembled uncontrollably. 

"I want you to go into the bathroom and take a long, hot bath," Donna said. 
"You can lock the door if you want, but I won't come in and bother you, I 
promise. I want you to fill the tub up with hot water and just lay there and 
soak. You'll feel a lot better, and then, if you still want to, we'll do all 
those things we talked about this morning. It'll be up to you, though. We 
won't do anything you don't want to." 

Troy just sat there, biting his lip and trying to keep his body from 
shaking. 

"Will you do that for me, Troy?" she asked. He looked into her eyes, then 
looked quickly down at the floor. "I. .. guess," he said weakly. 

It was all Donna could do to resist the temptation to grab him and hug him 
with affection. "The bathroom is right next to the kitchen," she said, 
somehow managing to keep her hands to herself as she pointed toward the 
bathroom. "There are towels and washcloths in the cupboard over the tub." 

The minute she heard the door to the bathroom close and the lock snap shut, 
she rushed up the stairs. 

Doug was laying on the bed waiting for her, still naked. His bare legs were 
splayed open, and he was staring down at himself as he whacked his hand up 
and down on his big hunk of throbbing boy-meat. "Who was that?" he asked. 

Donna shrugged. "Don't worry about it," she said. She was glad to see that 
Doug had kept his prick up and ready as she had told him. He had obviously 
been jerking himself off since the minute he had hit the bedroom, and his 
dick was red from the friction of his rubbing hand. It was swelling up 
almost to the bursting point in his frigging fingers, and the slit in the 
end of it was leaking steadily. 

Donna slipped her housecoat off quickly and pulled her nightgown up over her 
head. She dropped it onto a chair. She wanted to get Doug out of the house 
as quickly as possible, but she didn't want him popping off all over her 
bedspread. 

The young newsboy's eyes glazed over with lust as Donna's well-endowed body 
was completely bared before him for the first time. Her big breasts were 
swelling out like living things. He stared at her tits, licking his lips, 
and then stared down at her hair-covered snatch. It was the first time he 
had ever seen a woman's pussy. He had seen pictures of cunt before, of 
course, but never the real thing. His hand froze around his cock and he held 
his breath as Donna moved toward the bed. 

Donna stopped at the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and reached down and 
began rubbing the front of her pussy. Doug began jerking his hand up and 
down again almost instantly. 

"Pull your legs together, Doug," she said. Doug quickly obeyed her, and he 
pulled his hand away from his dick as she climbed up onto the bed. Donna 
climbed atop him, straddling him with her legs so that her pussy was 
hovering right over his throbbing erection. 

"What are you gonna do?" Doug asked, his brown eyes shining. 

"I'm gonna fuck you," Donna said. 

"Oh, shit!" 

Donna reached down and took hold of his stiff prick and aimed it up at her 
cunt. She lowered herself by simply squatting, spreading the lips of her 
pussy apart with one hand, and guiding the boy's pulsating cockstem toward 
her rosy slit with the other. 

The boy gasped as his throbbing cockhead made contact with her hot 
pussylips. Donna pressed down with her body, pushing against the end of his 
dick. The lips of her pussy separated and allowed the end of the cockhead to 
shove up inside. The barrier was broken, and as she pushed still further, 
the whole end of his dick slid up inside her. 

Doug looked down excitedly, watching his dick slide into a hot pussy for the 
first time in his life. He had been a virgin for fifteen years, but that was 
all about to be ended. The middle-aged woman hovering above him was about to 
introduce him to the art of fucking. 

"Aaaggghhh!" Doug moaned, unable to control his excitement. Donna smiled 
down at him, encouraging him to react fully to every sensation he felt. 

"Oh, Doug! Aaahhh!" She sank down onto his prick, taking it all up inside 
her. 

Doug raised up his butt, forcing his bulbous dickhead to push up still 
deeper into her wet pussy-passageway. He sobbed with pleasure as he felt the 
muscles in the walls of her cunt squeeze down around his cock. 

"We're fuckin'!" he cried, his whole body trembling from the joy of it. 

Donna was too absorbed in the delicious sensations shooting through her cunt 
to answer. "Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Doug!" She could feel the maleness of him 
pressing against every square inch of her cuntal walls. 

She raised up slowly, drawing her cunt upward. The muscles in her cunt 
squeezed against his dick as it was being pulled from between her pussy 
lips. Donna pulled her pussy almost completely off the boy's wiener until 
only his cockhead was still imbedded inside her, and then she plunged down 
again, impaling herself upon him. 

"Ooohhh!" She gasped with pleasure. 

Doug jerked his penis muscle, making his whole dick jerk inside her, and 
Donna squealed with delight. It was hard for her to believe that the boy was 
a virgin. He was bucking his butt and thrusting his dick up inside her 
masterfully, as though he had been fucking all his life. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuummmppphhh!" The youth gasped. His face was a mask of 
pleasure and his whole body was tensed up beautifully. Donna stared at him, 
admiring the perfect smoothness of his youthful skin as she thrust her pussy 
up and down on his burgeoning erection. She knew that most men would just 
lay there and let her milk their dicks with her pussy, but Doug, his dick 
quivering with excitement, was taking an active part in their lovemaking. He 
was raising up to meet each downward plunge of her cunt, and his big dick 
seemed to swell up inside her. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He grunted like a wild animal and his mind reeled from 
the realization that at last he was dicMng a woman. His eyes opened wide. 

Donna stared at him with alarm. "Not yet, Doug!" 

"Ohhh! OOOHHH!" 

"Please, not yet!" 

"AAAGGGHHH!" The boy threw back his head and a beautiful expression came 
over his face. His penis swelled up inside her until it was pushing hard 
against her cuntal passageway, and it began throbbing wildly. "Oh, fuck! 

UUNNGGHH!" 

"Doug! Ooohhh!" Donna moaned as she felt the first wet surge of his semen 
gushing up inside her. Doug was cumming. His big six-inch dick suddenly 
seemed to grow another half inch and swell up at least a fourth of an inch 
all around. The pressure of it, combined with the sensation of feeling it 
throb inside her and the wet flood of his semen overcame the woman atop him. 

Donna's whole body quivered and she threw her head back and bucked wildly, 
riding the boy as though he were a hobby horse. 

"I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!" she cried. She rode the boy down, bucking madly and 
pumping her pussy up and down on his spurting dick until she had milked the 
last drop of semen up from his balls. When there was no more to be had, and 
when her own shuddering orgasm had ebbed slowly away, she rolled off of him, 
letting his oozing dick slip from her cunt and flop against his belly. 

"Oh, shit, Miss West!" Doug said, his eyes beaming with happiness. "It was 
beautiful. I love it." 

Donna smiled at him weakly. She was about to reach over to her nightstand 
for her package of cigarettes when suddenly she remembered that Troy was 
down in the bathroom and might be finishing up at any minute. She certainly 
didn't want him coming upstairs looking for her, not while Doug was still 
there. 

"Listen, Doug," she said, "I'm going to go downstairs and wash up now." 

He stared at her, and she blushed in spite of herself. 

"Would you like to come over later this evening?" she asked. "We could do it 
again." 

Doug shook his head sadly. "I'd like to, but I can't. Have to collect 
tonight." 

Donna smiled. "Would you like to come back tomorrow?" 

He bobbed his head eagerly. 

"Okay. You can dress while I'm taking my bath. You don't have to wait for 
me. Just go ahead and leave when you're dressed." 

He stared at her with a puzzled look. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" 

Donna squeezed his arm to reassure him. "No, you were just beautiful. Don't 
even think such a thing. I want you to come back tomorrow. I want you to 
come back all the time." She stood up and pulled on her robe, smiling at 
him. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" she asked. 

Doug was sitting up and reaching for his underpants. "Yeah," he said, 
starting to pull them on over his feet. "I want to do this all the time." 

Donna kissed him on the cheek and then hurried from the room and down the 
stairs to where her second lover was waiting for her. There was a gurgling 
sound coming from the bathroom as the water from the tub flowed slowly down 
the drain, and she could hear the sound of Troy moving around inside as he 
towelled himself dry. She knocked on the door. "Troy?" 

The door opened and Troy stood there with his towel wrapped around his 
waist. The hot bath had apparently completely relaxed him, and he was no 
longer twitching nervously. Instead, he was standing there calmly, his 
nakedness glowing above and beneath the towel, an excited look in his eyes. 
Donna moved inside and shut the door. 

Troy didn't move as she moved right up to him. He just stood there, and he 
made no move to protest as she reached out and unfastened the knot in the 
towel around his waist. The towel dropped away and suddenly he was stark 
naked, his private parts completely exposed. 

Donna gasped at the sight of his big boy-dick and balls. His penis was even 
bigger than she had remembered it, but then she hadn't seen it from so close 
up before. It was about six and a half inches long, and over an inch in 
diameter. It was truly a magnificent organ for a boy his age, and there were 
many men who were endowed with lesser instruments. 

Donna raised her hands and began caressing the naked flesh on the boy's 
chest, running her fingers all over the top of his body and brushing his 
hard boyish nipples gently. Her hands crept slowly downward, moving down 
over his flat youthful stomach, then down to the top of his pubic hairs. 

She dropped to her knees and moved her hands down to his legs, caressing his 
lean limbs excitedly. 

Slowly her fingers moved up the insides of his legs. Troy spread his legs 
apart automatically, giving himself completely to what she was doing, his 
resistance completely broken. Donna's fingers brushed right up to where his 
balls were hanging like big fat plums, and she touched them with her 
fingertips. Troy trembled and closed his eyes. 

He gasped softly as he felt her fingers encircle his penis, and the blood 
rushed down into his genital area, making his dick swell up in reaction to 
the touch of her hand on his prick. In just an instant his dick was half 
hard, and Donna was pulling the foreskin down off his cockhead, revealing 
the bulbous knob that had been the source of countless hours of pleasure for 
the boy during endless hours of masturbations. 

Troy opened his eyes suddenly as he felt a hot, wet sensation envelop his 
burgeoning erection. He gasped as he saw Donna's mouth sliding down over his 
penis. Slowly, all six and a half inches of him disappeared between her 
lips, and then she was licking him all over and sucking as hard as she could 
on his pulsating cock. She was running her hands all up and down his naked 
legs and blowing him magnificently. 

Donna suddenly drew back, letting his slippery organ slide from her lips. 
She had heard a soft knocking sound coming from the living room. Troy had 
been too engrossed in what she was doing to him to hear it, but Donna knew 
that someone was on the porch, knocking on the door. She raised up. 

"What's wrong?" Troy asked, a puzzled look on his face. His penis was 
sticking up hard between his legs and throbbing violently. 

"I'll just be a minute," Donna said, slipping through the door and closing 
it. She hurried through the living room toward the front door, not even 
bothering to button her robe, feeling certain that it was only Doug outside, 
and figuring that the boy had returned because he had forgotten something. 

She held her robe around her nakedness as she opened the door, and a shocked 
look came over her face. 

"Chuck!" 

"Hello, Donna," Chuck said, an embarrassed look on his face. "Can I come in 
a minute?" 

"But..." Donna was too flabbergasted to react normally, and before she knew 
it, Chuck was in the living room and standing there, shuffling his feet 
nervously. 

"I just wanted to . . ." Chuck suddenly stopped and stared. In her surprise 
at seeing him, Donna had forgotten herself, and her robe was hanging open. 
The whole front of her naked body, from tits to snatch, was revealed to his 
eyes. Chuck stared at her, blushing as the blood rushed to his face. 

"I'm sorry, Chuck," Donna said, pulling her robe closed. 

There was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Doug was still 
fastening his pants as he came into sight. He froze, his zipper still only 
pulled halfway up, and he stared at them. 

The blushing pink color of Chuck's face grew to an angry red as he stared at 
the young newsboy and recognized him immediately as the boy he had watched 
Donna seduce on the sofa the day before. He had come by to apologize for 
calling Donna a boy-loving whore, and now he had caught her in the act 
again. His veins pulsed with jealous blood. 

"What the hell's goin' on?" Troy came ambling out of the bathroom, the 
question barely from his lips before he spotted Chuck standing there beside 
Donna. 

Chuck stared at the blond youth, his mouth hanging open with disbelief. Even 
Doug had a surprised look on his face. 

Troy was stark naked, and he had a monstrous erection that was all but 
dripping with excitement. 

Chuck's hands clenched up into angry fists and his blood was seething inside 
him. 

All three boys stared at each other, the shock of seeing one another slowly 
ebbing away and being replaced with the equally shocking realization that 
they were all there for the same reason. 

Donna wanted to sink through the floor. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Chuck stared at Donna, his anger flashing in his eyes. He started to speak, 
then shook his head and spun around toward the door. , "Chuck!" 

He turned his head only long enough to glare at her, he bolted out the door 
and ran down the sidewalk toward his father's car. 

Donna leaned out the door, holding her robe closed over her nakedness. 
"Please, Chuck, come back!" 

The engine of the car broke into a roar, and he stomped down on the 
accelerator and shot away from the curb and was suddenly gone. 

Donna turned sadly away from the door and closed it. Doug and Troy were 
still staring at her, looks of shocked disbelief frozen on their faces. 

Doug moved at last, decending the rest of the stairs, and he looked once 
more at Troy's naked figure. A smile slowly came to the young newsboy's 
face. "Well I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head. Everything had 
happened so fast that Troy's dick hadn't even had time to sag. It was 
sticking up, swollen and hard, and the head of it was glistening from the 
pre-seminal fluids which had oozed out of the slit in the end. 

Troy looked up into the newsboy's wide eyes, and he seemed to realize for 
the first time that he was still naked and showing everything he had. 

"I can see now why you were in such a hurry to get rid of me, Miss West," 
Doug said to Donna as he looked straight down at Troy's burgeoning erection. 

Donna blushed, and so did Troy. Troy started to turn away. 

"Hey, man," Doug said. "Don't go away. I wanna see what she's gonna do to 
you." He moved up between Donna and Troy, his eyes full of excitement. 

Donna moved forward. "Doug .. . Troy ... I hope you don't think I.. ." 

"Fuck, you don't have to explain anything to me," Doug said. "How about you 
.. . uh, what's your name?" 

"Troy." Troy stared at Donna, his face blank. "She doesn't have to explain 
anything to me, either. I guess it's all pretty obvious." 

"I'm Doug. Say, you're the kid who lives next door, aren't you?" 

Troy nodded. His penis was still jerking between legs, and the fluids which 
had gathered on the end spilled over. A long string of his sticky cock 
fluids strung downward toward the floor and dangled from the end of his 
erection. 

"Man, she must have really been going to town on you to get you that 
excited. What was she doing?" 

"She was just starting to suck my dick," Troy said calmly. Donna couldn't 
believe the blond boy's matter-of-fact manner after having seen him so 
nervous before his bath. 

"Come on, Miss West," Doug said. "Go on and do it to him. You don't mind if 
I watch, do you, Troy?" 

Troy stared at the newsboy and saw the excitement in Doug's eyes. "What did 
she do to you?" he asked, glancing down at Doug's still unzipped fly. 

"She fucked me upstairs in her bedroom." 

"Listen, boys, I think you'd both better go home. This is all getting out of 
hand. I.. ." 

Doug laughed. "Listen to her, Troy. She got you all excited. Your dick is so 
hard you can't even get it soft. Now she wants to throw you out the door. 
Are you gonna let her get away with that?" 

Troy stared at Doug, then at Donna, but he said nothing. 

"Well, don't just stand there, Miss West," Doug said. "Suck that poor boy's 
dick!" 

Donna stared at Doug with disbelief. A few minutes ago she had been the 
aggressor and had been in complete control of the seduction of the two young 
boys standing before her. Now the tables were turned and they were trying to 
give her orders. 

"You don't mind if I watch, do you?" Doug asked for the second time. 

"No, Troy," Donna said. "Don't let him try to make you do anything bad." 

Troy looked at her, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Look who's 
talking," he said. He looked back at Doug. "No, I don't mind." 

"Go to it, Miss West," Doug said eagerly, a sadistic grin on his face. He 
had become so excited at the idea of watching Donna suck off Troy that his 
penis had throbbed into life. It was pushing out his briefs through his fly. 
"Start suckin'!" 

He reached out to grab Donna's arm and pulled her forward, pushing her right 
up in front of Troy's nude body. 

Donna's eyes were wide with uncertainty, but the sight of Troy's nakedness 
was having its effect on her as the shock of the boys finding out about one 
another wore slowly away. 

She blushed as she saw the excited look in Troy's eyes. Suddenly Doug's 
hands were on her shoulders and she was being pushed down to a kneeling 
position before the blond youth's widespread legs. Troy's dick was swollen 
and throbbing right before her face. 

"Suck him!" Doug urged. 

Donna swallowed and knelt there almost trembling. The blood was beginning to 
pound in her veins once again, and her normally clear-thinking mind began 
swirling madly. She moved her face forward slowly, and her lips parted. 

"Oh, fuck, she's gonna do it!" Doug said, his voice trembling with 
excitement. 

Donna's hands reached out and touched Troy's legs, then grasped them firmly. 
Slowly her mouth moved forward, straight toward the end of the boy's 
throbbing hard-on. Doug and Troy held their breath as her lips moved over 
the end of Troy's penis, and then closed down. Troy trembled and closed his 
eyes, and he gasped at the first contact of her hot, wet tongue. 

"Oh, shit!" He gasped at the beautiful sensations he felt as her tongue 
glided up and down on his smooth-skinned penis. "Uuunnnggghhh!" 

Donna's hands moved around to the back of his legs and moved up and down, 
caressing his nakedness excitedly. She rolled her tongue around his dick, 
pressing hard with it against the spongy-hardness of his boyhood. 

"Nnnggghhh! Oh, fuck, it feels so good." Doug moved up close beside them and 
slowly unfastened his pants. Troy opened his eyes and stared. "Wh . . . 
what're ya gonna do?" 

"I don't know, Doug said, "but I gotta do something. I got a hard-on 
already, just by watching her take your dick into her mouth." 

Troy watched as the young newsboy unbuckled his belt, then shoved his Levi's 
downward. They tumbled clear down his smooth, naked legs and fell into a 
pile around his feet. Doug grabbed the top of his underpants and peeled them 
down slowly. 

Troy's eyes bugged, and so did Donna's as she watched him* never removing 
her mouth from Troy's jerking dick. As the end of Doug's hard penis peeked 
over the tops of his descending briefs, however, she drew back her head and 
released Troy's prick, letting it spring up against his stomach with a solid 
thump! 

"Oh, shit," Troy said, staring down as though hypnotized as Doug's throbbing 
penis was slowly revealed in its entirety. "You've gotta nice one." He 
smiled as Doug shoved his briefs down all the way. The newsboy was obviously 
unashamed of his sexual equipment, in spite of the fact that his hard, 
swollen penis was a half inch shorter than that of the naked blond youth 
standing before him. He jerked his briefs all the way down his legs. 

Donna was trembling with double excitement now. The presence of one horny 
teenage boy was enough to make her pussy glow with delightful tingling, and 
the presence of two adolescent youths doubled the beautiful sensations. 

"Oh, shit!" Troy said excitedly, eyeing Doug's jerking hard-on and feeling 
his own erection throbbing urgently between his legs. "Do us both at once!" 

Donna nodded eagerly in agreement. Her only regret was that Chuck wasn't 
there with them so that she could peel off his clothing and line all three 
of the boys up in a row. She considered the thought of having three teenage 
boys standing side-by-side before her with not a stitch of clothing on their 
hard, young bodies. She conjured up an image of them thrusting their hips 
forward, aiming three burgeoning erections at her hot, eager mouth. She 
imagined herself reaching out and serving each one of them in turn, 
masturbating them openly in front of one another. When their pricks were all 
wet and oozing, she would slip them between her lips one at a time and suck 
them to orgasm. She would ... 

The sight of Doug's now total nakedness snapped Donna out of her daydream. 
Doug had squirmed out of all of his clothing, and he was now every bit as 
naked as Troy. The two boys smiled down at Donna and thrust their groins 
forward, proudly displaying their huge, boy erections. Donna swallowed hard, 
a lump of excitement knotting in her dry throat. She reached out and gently 
pulled the two naked teenagers together so they were standing side-by-side, 
facing her. 

She squeezed them right up together and shivered with excitement. "I. .. 
hardly know where to begin," she said, licking her lips, eyeing first one 
naked youth, then the other. 

Doug grinned down at her and pulled the muscles in his dick, making it jerk 
up hard before her face. "Why don't you begin by jacking us off a little," 
he said. "That would be fun." 

Troy nodded his eager agreement. 

Donna smiled at each of her two young lovers in turn, and she raised her 
hands slowly toward their aching groins. The two boys gasped at the sight of 
her hands approaching their excited genitals, and they tensed their bodies 
in anticipation of the moment her fingers would make contact with their 
sensitive, smooth-skinned erections. 

"Oh, shit!" Doug moaned as her fingers slipped around his throbbing penis 
and gripped it tightly. "This is gonna be good." 

Troy grinned. "I thought you just fucked her, Doug. I don't see how you can 
keep it so hard if you already came." 

Doug closed his eyes and moaned as Donna's hand pulled down, peeling the 
foreskin down off the bulbous head of his teenage cock. "Shit," he said. "I 
can cum three times in a row and still get a hard-on. I just love shootin' 
out that jizz," 

Troy couldn't help but grin at the young newsboy's unashamed honesty, but 
his grin was quickly replaced by a beautiful smile of pleasure as the 
fingers of Donna's other hand squeezed down on his own jerking peter, and he 
felt his foreskin being pulled down, exposing his purplish-colored, 
throbbing dickhead. 

Donna began a gentle frigging motion with both hands at once, milking both 
big boy peters at the same time. She stared excitedly from one boy to 
another, wishing she had two extra sets of hands and arms. She wanted to be 
able to caress their long, naked legs and play with their butts, too, but 
there was no way to manage this without releasing her grip on their mighty 
organs. 

She pushed and pulled on their peters, sliding their loose sheaths of skin 
up and down gradually building up speed until she was jacking them off 
rapidly. Her hands slid up and down, faster and faster, peeling their 
jackets of penis skin up and down at breathtaking speed. 

"Oh, fuck," Doug said, spreading his legs and thrusting his butt forward. He 
closed his eyes and moaned softly at the beautiful sensations shooting 
through his prick. "I wish this could go on forever." 

Donna licked her lips and stared at their magnificent organs with lustful 
excitement, knowing just how Doug felt. She, too, wanted this beautiful 
moment to never end. She wanted to hold their two throbbing organs between 
her fingers forever and jack them off into an endless infinity of time. She 
knew she could never tire of the thrill of feeling their hard pricks 
pressing against her palms, pulsating hotly and throbbing in reaction to the 
milking movement of her fingers. She was hooked on teenage dick for life, 
and she hoped the day would never come when they would refuse to let her 
unfasten their pants and peel them down to do whatever she wanted down 
between their legs. 

She wished there were some way to preserve the beauty of this moment 
forever, and then she thought of the Polaroid camera stashed away in the 
closet at the base of the stairs. Did she dare even consider the idea? She 
wondered what the boys' reaction would be. It was one thing for them to 
stand there and let her look at them naked and mess around with their dicks, 
but how would they react if she attempted to preserve their adolescent 
beauty by snapping pictures of their nakedness? 

Donna knew that one day the two boys would grow up and that their adolescent 
splendor would change slowly into the still beautiful, but not so innocent 
maturity of manhood. The magic of their teenage years would be gone forever. 
She also knew that her chances of replacing them at that time with two fresh 
teenage sprouts would not be good. The fatal enemy of woman, time, would age 
her, making her develop wrinkles and bulges that no amount of make-up could 
hide. She must photograph her two young, naked princes so that at least she 
would be left with pictures of their nakedness. She had a dreadful fear that 
in her later years, those pictures and her plastic dildo might be all she 
would have left to satisfy the demanding urges of her body. 

She beat her hands faster and faster up and down on the two teenagers' 
peters, squeezing their pulsating flesh again and again. 

"Ooohhh! Ah, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh!" The boys moaned in unison, their legs 
trembling before her as they shamelessly allowed her to masturbate them. 
Donna suddenly released their hard cocks and backed away. 

The boys stared at her, the beautiful expressions on their faces changing 
into expressions of protest. 

"What are you doin'?" Doug asked, almost groaning in agony as his penis 
throbbed and ached for sexual release. 

Donna hurried to the closet beneath the stairs, fumbled around inside, and 
emerged with the Polaroid camera and a package of flashbulbs. She carried 
the equipment toward them with a smile on her face. "I hope you boys don't 
mind." 

"Hey, right on," Doug said, nudging Troy with his elbow. "She's gonna take 
some pictures of us." 

Troy was frowning. "I don't know. I. . ." 

"Ah, come on," Doug urged. "Let her have her kicks. Fuck, I kinda like the 
idea." His excitement at the idea of having his body photographed in the 
nude was obvious. 

"You wanna let her take pictures of us with our dicks hard and everything?" 
Troy asked. 

"Sure, why not? What's it gonna hurt?" 

They watched as Donna loaded a flashbulb into the camera, then raised it up 
and aimed it right at. them. As her arms raised up, the front of her robe 
fell open, and the two boys were gifted with the sight of her naked legs and 
tits. They stared eagerly down at her snatch, and their peters jerked up and 
throbbed just as she snapped a picture and blinded them with the flash. 

Donna smiled happily and pulled the tab of the film pack and waited for the 
camera to beep and announce that her picture was ready. 

"Come on, Troy," Doug said eagerly. "Let's : play with ourselves and keep 
our dicks hard for her. This is fun!" He reached down and grasped his own 
erection and began pulling on it, jacking himself off at a rapid pace, and 
tensing up the muscles in his body. "Come on, Troy. Do it." Troy smiled. and 
shook his head with disbelief at the newsboy's horniness, then shrugged and 
reached down to participate in the madness. He grabbed his dick and began 
whaling on it, matching Doug's jerking hand stroke for stroke. 

Donna beamed her approval at their action just as the beeper on the Polaroid 
sounded. She peeled the front off the picture and moaned with delight. 
"Beautiful!" she said, her eyes looking up at the two naked teenagers, then 
back down at the picture. She set the photograph down on a table and then 
picked up the camera. Troy immediately pulled his hand away from his penis. 
"No, Troy, keep doing it, please," Donna said, pausing and lowering the 
camera. 

"Come on, Troy," Doug said. "She wants a picture of us doing it." He 
continued flailing his hand up and down his big penis, and he spread his 
legs to give Donna as exciting a view as possible. 

Troy reached down reluctantly and slipped his fingers back around his 
hard-on, and just as he squeezed down and started to pull the skin of his 
peter, Donna snapped her second picture. 

"Shit," Troy said, "I hope no one ever gets to look at those damned things." 
Doug laughed. 

Their hands pounded madly on their teen-age meat for three whole minutes and 
Donna was almost drooling at the sight as she waited for her picture to 
develop, then peeled off the paper and gasped at the beauty of it. It showed 
the boys in living color, and every detail of their bodies was vividly 
revealed. The camera had caught them masturbating beautifully. 

"Now turn around," she said. "I want to get a picture of your backs." 

Troy frowned, but Doug just grinned. "She has a thing for boys' behinds," he 
said, chuckling. "You should have seen what she did to mine yesterday." 

"Doug!" Donna gasped, not wanting Doug to reveal her horrible secret. 

"She stuck her face right up inside my behind and licked me out." 

Troy stared at Doug with a shocked look on his face, and his fist froze 
around his cock. 

"Doug, please!" Donna begged for Doug to hush, but the young newsboy was 
obviously amused by her embarrassment. 

"She stuck her old tongue right up inside my asshole," he said, still 
grinning. 

Troy shook his head in amazement. "No shit?" 

Doug nodded proudly. 

The two boys turned so that their naked backs were exposed to the camera, 
and Donna licked her lips as she raised it and eyed their firm young bottoms 
through the viewfinder. She snapped the picture, and then they turned to 
face her again so she could watch them fondle their private parts. 

"Fuck, I think that's enough pictures of us by ourselves, don't you, Troy?" 
Doug asked, taking his hand off his prick and letting it sway hard and 
throbbing like a living thing between his legs. 

Troy nodded, and following Doug's example, released his grip on his prick. 
The two boys moved toward Donna. She stared at them, the lustful look on her 
face turning into a quizzical one. 

"Wh . . . what are you boys going to do?" 

Doug reached out and grasped the camera and gently but firmly pulled it from 
her hands. In an instinctive gesture, which was almost funny considering the 
circumstances, Donna pulled her robe over her nakedness. 

Doug grinned at her. "Take it off!" he ordered. Donna stared at him, not 
moving. "Go ahead," Doug said. "Take off your robe. Now I'm gonna get a 
picture of you. How the fuck does this thing work, anyway?" He turned the 
camera around in-his hands, studying it, then nodded to himself. He looked 
up grinning as Donna slowly drew off her robe and stood there stark naked 
before him. 

"Now get down on your knees and suck on Troy's dick," Doug said. Holding up 
the camera and aiming it at his new teenage friend, he waited for her to 
obey him. 

"Oh, fuck!" Troy moaned excitedly as Donna moved over and knelt down in 
front of him. 

She opened her mouth, and Troy moved forward eagerly, encircling the base of 
his big dick with his fingers and guiding it straight up between her hot, 
red lips. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Just stick it halfway in," Doug instructed Troy. "I wanna be able to see 
part of it sticking out of her mouth." He stared through the viewfinder as 
Donna's lips clamped down on Troy's prick and he heard Troy moan with 
pleasure. "Oh, shit," Doug said. "This is gonna be great!" 

He snapped the picture and Donna blinked at the explosion of the flash, 
temporarily blinded. She kept her lips firmly gripped around Troy's 
throbbing erection, and she began sucking on it as hard as she could. As 
Doug peeled the paper off the pornographic picture he had just snapped and 
moaned with perverse delight, her sight began returning, but there were 
blurry spots floating around before her. 

Donna was too busy to worry about them, however. She was in the process of 
rolling her tongue around Troy's huge hard-on. The boy moaned with pleasure 
each time her tongue swept up his mighty erection. She licked it all over, 
not missing a single square inch, and as she sucked, her hands went to work 
caressing the boy's naked legs, brushing up and down the backs of them, 
stroking them excitedly. 

Doug moved in closer to her and adjusted the camera for a close-up shot. He 
knelt down and aimed it right at Troy's midsection, framing up a beautiful 
picture that would show a side view of the boy, from his butt to his 
throbbing prick, and Donna's face with her mouth hungrily devouring him. 

"Reach up and mess around with his ass a little," the newsboy said. 

Donna was all too happy to oblige him. Her fingers moved upward, stroking 
the back of Troy's naked legs lightly, and Troy moaned with pleasure. She 
brought her fingers right up to his ass and encircled a naked teenage bun in 
each hand. 

"Uuunringgghhh! Ooohhh!" Troy was gasping with pleasure. Her tongue was 
rolling all over his dick, licking it all over, not missing a single spot, 
and she was sucking on him harder than ever. He felt a surging sensation in 
his penis as his pre-seminal fluids were forcibly sucked up. She was drawing 
it up by using his dick as a straw in spite of his efforts to hold his 
fluids back by straining the muscles in the base of his shaft. 

Doug snapped a close-up shot, and his eyes shined excitedly at the sight of 
the all-out blow-job 

Troy was receiving. 

Donna moved her fingers around over Troy's naked buttocks, playing 
shamelessly with his ass. Doug knew what was going to happen next, and he 
grinned as he saw that he was right. Donna was pulling the cheeks of the 
blond teenager's bottom apart and shoving one hand into his asscrack. Troy 
cooed with pleasure and pressed forward, shoving his big dick still further 
down her throat. 

Doug quickly moved around and situated himself so he could get a picture of 
her spreading open Troy's rectum, and he moaned with delight as he saw her 
index finger probing at the brown puckering of his anus. Her finger pushed 
up, then slowly slid inside, and as she wriggled it in, burrowing it up 
inside Troy's asshole, Doug snapped a picture. He raised up and pulled the 
picture from the camera and groaned. 

"Shit! That was the last picture!" 

Donna moaned, too, but she continued sucking on Troy's dick in spite of her 
disappointment. She would have liked to have filled an album with pictures 
of these perverse activities so that in her "old age" she could pass her 
time leafing through them while she brought herself off again and again with 
her old friend, her dildo. 

Troy shoved his groin forward still further as her finger wriggled around 
inside his butt. She probed upward with her fingertip till she located his 
prostate gland, and she began rubbing it gently. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" Troy closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure, and he 
bucked his hips, driving his big cock in and out of her throat. 

Donna rubbed his prostate vigorously, and sucked on his dick as hard as she 
could. Doug knelt down beside her, shoving his knees apart, and he reached 
down and grabbed himself. His face was within a foot of Donna's mouth and 
Troy's dick, and he absorbed every detail of the cocksucking orgy taking 
place as he began to draw his hand up and down on his penis, slowly at 
first, then picking up speed. 

Donna watched him jacking off through the corner of her eye as she slurped 
and slobbered on Troy's erection. She could see Doug's foreskin sliding up 
and down over the head of his dick again and again, and the slit in the end 
of his peter opened and closed as though gasping, and emitted a long, slow 
dribble of sticky, clear pre-cum juice. Doug pulled his fingers up into the 
oozing liquid and spread it downward, using it to lubricate his dick. 

The sight of him masturbating excited Donna still more, and she set up a 
powerful suction with her mouth, making Troy squeal with delight. 
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! AAAHHH!" Donna knew that the blond youth couldn't 
hold out much longer. His penis had jerked out stiff and began quivering in 
her throat, swelling and pulsating violently. The steady dribble of fluids 
which had been oozing up through it had suddenly stopped. She knew that Troy 
was straining the muscles in his dick as hard as he could, trying to hold 
back. He was on the brink of orgasm. The instant his muscles let go, he 
would cum, shooting a torrent of his sticky boy jism into her throat. Still 
he held back, his whole body tensing as he strained to keep from cumming, 
but Donna knew he couldn't keep up the strain much longer. 

She deliberately, almost sadistically, resumed her expert tongue work. She 
rolled her hot, wet tongue all around his big penis, licking it all over, 
and pressed her lips down tight against its root and pulled with them at the 
same time. She moved her tongue right up to his cockhead and licked it all 
over. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, no! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy threw back his head and moaned for 
mercy. 

Donna showed none. She placed her tongue right on the sensitive underside of 
his cockhead, and she pressed down as hard as she could and sucked, creating 
a vacuum that made him cry out excitedly. 

The muscle holding back his churning semen weakened under the onslaught of 
her pumping mouth, then let go, just for an instant. There was no way he 
could clamp it back down again. His semen was bursting loose and shooting up 
through his shaft, and his whole dick was jerking violently in Donna's 
mouth. His sperm shot straight up, then out the slit in the end of his dick, 
and it splattered hard against the back of her throat. 

Donna glided her lips up and down on his cock, milking him with her mouth 
and licking his peter skin all over at the same time. 

"GGGNNNPPPHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh! AAAGGGHHH!" 

Troy bucked his hips, grunting lustfully, thrusting his prick in and out of 
her mouth. His whole body shook with the spasms of his orgasm. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Mmmppphhh!" 

He fell forward and grasped Donna's naked back as she.knelt down between his 
legs, her lips and tongue working away at his peter, milking him dry. When 
the last surge of semen had shot out the end of his prick, Donna swallowed 
it down and pulled her mouth away. She licked his hard, throbbing organ 
clean as he gasped weakly atop her, then gently she pushed him up and 
wriggled out from under his weight. 

The two of them panted breathlessly, but the sound of a third panting 
quickly distracted them from their tiredness. Doug, who had been watching 
every exciting detail of the blow-job Donna had given Troy, was jerking 
himself off furiously. His hand was flailing up and down on his dick, and 
every muscle in his body had tensed. 

"Are you gonna cum?" Troy asked, his eyes widening. 

Doug nodded and closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah! I can feel it building up! Ohhh, 
fuck! Aaahhh!" 

Troy and Donna looked into each other's eyes, and they both smiled 
mischievously, coming to a secret agreement without saying a word to one 
another. They moved forward, and Doug looked at them, his eyes widening. 
They were upon him before he could utter a protest. Troy was up behind his 
head, pulling him back flat onto the floor and forcing his hands off his 
aching erection. Troy spread the young newsboy's arms upward and held them 
tight, leaving the lower portion of his body at Donna's mercy. 

Donna shoved Doug's legs apart and stretched them out, laying open his 
private parts to view, and she began stroking his legs with her fingers, 
brushing her fingertips up and down slowly, but carefully avoiding contact 
with his sexual parts themselves. 

"Oh, no! Please, I wanna cum! I can't stand it!" Doug squirmed, trying to 
break an arm loose so that he could reach down and grasp himself and finish 
the job he had been on the brink of completing. His dick stuck up at an 
angle over his belly button, quivering, the slit in the end opening and 
closing as the clear cock fluids oozed ou1 steadily. The sticky fluids 
gathered on the end of his penis, then spilled over and strung down onto his 
quivering belly and gathered in a puddle. 

"Jack me off! Please! AAAGGGHHH! Oh, shit!" 

Troy was holding him firmly, and he couldn't break loose. Doug's legs 
trembled as Donna's fingers traced maddeningly up and down their insides, 
moving up ever closer with each pass toward his burgeoning erection. 

"Oh, fuck! Don't make me cum this way! Please!" 

Donna traced her fingers right up to his genitals, and she brushed them over 
his swollen balls lightly, just barely running them through the stiff, wiry 
hairs covering them. The boy's penis jerked upright in reaction, and the 
slit in the end opened up as a wet spurt of his clear cockfluids shot out 
and dripped down onto the naked skin of his belly. 

"Man, look at him!" Troy said, his eyes wide with excitement. "He's oozing 
all over the place! Oh, shit!" 

Donna moved her fingertips up to the base of Doug's big dick and touched it 
at its very root. 

"Uuummmppphhh!" Doug's whole body tensed. It was all he could do to control 
himself. The sensations surging through his dick were enveloping his whole 
being, and it seemed that all that existed in the universe was his big dick, 
pulsating, quivering, getting ready to erupt in a sperm-splattering orgasm 
that would engulf the galaxies in his sticky, teenage semen. 

Donna's fingers drew upward, tracing up the underneath side of his quivering 
erection, gently tickling it. Doug was writhing beneath her, grinding his 
butt down into the rug in near agony as the beautiful sensations shot 
through his penis. She was moving her fingers right up to his cockhead 
itself, and tickling the underside of it with her fingernails. 
"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Please, do it!" Doug was begging for mercy, 
pleading with her to wrap her hand solidly around his peter and pull the 
skin up and down. 

Instead, Donna removed her hands from his genitals completely, and began 
running her fingernails over his naked belly, drawing them around in 
circles, deliberately holding off the peter-grabbing clench that would push 
the boy over the brink and make him shoot out his hot, adolescent offering. 

"Nnnggghhh! Mmmmppphhh!" She paid no heed to his moans of half-agony, 
half-pleasure. Instead of grabbing his dick, she moved her fingers further 
away from it, tracing them up to his naked chest and gently brushing them 
over his hard, excited nipples. 

Doug strained, raising his butt up off the floor so that his dick was within 
a foot of Donna's hot, red lipS. He was obviously trying to tempt her into 
taking it inside her mouth and sucking him off to a magnificent 
sperm-spewing orgasm, but Donna somehow managed to resist the inviting 
offer. 

She drew her fingers back down onto his belly and moved them painfully 
slowly toward his throbbing, red penis. Doug collapsed, letting his rear end 
fall back down onto the rug. His legs quivered in anticipation as her 
fingertips drew right down to the top of his cock, but then her hands 
separated, and she was moving them around it, drawing one hand down each 
side of his pubic bush and completely avoiding contact with the fleshy 
peter-meat inside it. 

Doug could stand no more. He wrenched himself free from Troy's hold and sat 
upright and grabbed his penis firmly with his hand. 

"Ooohhh, fuck! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

"Wait, Doug! Not yet!" Donna dove down, trying to maneuver herself between 
Doug's legs so that she could put her mouth onto his penis, but Doug, in his 
excitement, had completely lost control of himself. 

He fell backward, falling flat onto the floor between Troy's knees, his hand 
jerking violently on his throbbing dick. Troy stared breathlessly, too 
excited at the sight to reach down and stop Doug's masturbating hand. 

"Aaahhh! Oh, shit, it's so good! Mmmppphhh!" 

Laying there on his back before them, Doug spread his legs apart and pushed 
his butt up into the air. 

Donna scrambled to her knees and crawled quickly toward his midsection, but 
she was too late. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Doug's whole body was stiffening up off the floor, and he was jerking in 
convulsions. The slit in the end of his penis opened up and a big blob of 
creamy, white sperm shot out and landed with a splat on his belly. 

"GGGNNNGGGHHH!" He closed his eyes and moaned loudly as his dick became a 
geysering fountain, shooting his boyfuck juice all over his own naked torso. 
His butt fell back to the floor and he squirmed violently as his fist 
flailed away without mercy, whipping up his offering and spilling it 
everywhere. 

Big drops of jism splattered against his chest, belly, and legs, and some of 
it flew straight up into the air and fell right back down onto his dick and 
balls. His fingers were coated with his own sperm as they rubbed up and down 
on his spewing peter. 

"Nnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! 

AARRGGHH!" 

Troy and Donna watched spellbound as he milked himself dry, then stopped 
squirming at last, and fell back, completely exhausted, a smile on his face. 

"Wow!" Troy fell back into a sitting position and shook his head with 
disbelief. "What a sight!" Troy's own dick was hard again, and sticking up 
above his balls like a flagpole. He reached down and began rubbing it, 
drawing his fingers up and down slowly. The sight of watching Doug jack 
himself off had obviously had its effect. 

Donna had not watched it without emotion herself. Her pussy was full of 
excited tingling sensations, and she knew she had to have relief. She 
crawled past Doug's open-splayed nakedness, moving toward Troy. Troy's eyes 
shined excitedly as he watched her approaching him, her big tits hanging 
down like ripe melons as she crawled on her hands and knees. 

She moved right up and grasped his hands, pulling them away from his excited 
peter, and she pushed him down onto his back. Troy spread his legs to allow 
her to crawl right up between them, and he gasped as she took hold of his 
erection, held it upright and maneuvered herself into position directly over 
it, the hairs of her pussy brushing against his cockhead. 

"Oh, shit!" Troy stared with wide, unbelieving eyes as she lowered her cunt 
toward the end of his dick. The lips of her pussy pressed down against his 
cockhead, and he tremblecl and closed his eyes. He was going to get fucked 
for the first time in his life. His virgin cock was going to know at last 
what it felt like to be buried up inside a woman's pussy. 

Donna pressed downward, and the lips of her cunt separated, allowing the end 
of his dick to push up inside. The whole top of his peter disappeared from 
sight into her hair-covered cunt. 

"Ooohhh! Ah, shit!" Troy opened his eyes and raised up his head, wanting to 
see his boyhood slide up inside her. 

Even Doug, his body now completely drained, was sitting up and watching 
excitedly, his eyes bugging with disbelief. It was one thing for the 
middle-aged woman to play with their dicks and suck them off in front of one 
another, but to let them watch each other fuck her was something else. It 
was almost too good to be true. 

Donna lowered her pussy still more, shoving it down over Troy's 
smooth-skinned peter until half of it was buried up inside her. 

There was a heavy knock at the door. All movement in the thick air of the 
living room stopped, and they all held their breath. 

"Oh, no! Not now!" Troy moaned with despair. Just when he was about to get 
fucked for the first time in his life, this! 

They waited, hoping the intruder outside the front door would go away and 
let them resume their lovemaking. 

The knock came again. "Troy?" 

"Oh, shit! It's my dad!" Troy moaned with displeasure. 

Donna bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, her heart going out to him 
as he lay in an agony of despair before her. "We'll do it later, Troy. I 
promise." 

She raised up and drew herself off the youth, drawing her pussy lips up off 
his throbbing peter. 

There was a wild scramble for clothing in the next thirty seconds. Donna 
pulled on her robe, and 

Troy shoved his legs down into his Levi's and drew them up. Doug pulled out 
his handkerchief and blotted up his wet splotches of semen from his body, 
then began pulling on his Levi's as well. In less than two minutes, they 
were all dressed, and 

Donna was moving toward the door. She turned and surveyed the room for one 
last time, making sure there were no tell-tale signs of the sexual 
activities which had been taking place in the middle of the big soft rug, 
and then she opened the door. 

Troy's father, a big, balding man in his early forties, stood before her, 
frowning. "Is my boy here?" 

Donna nodded. "Is something the matter?" 

The big man kept frowning. "No, nothing's the matter. I just want my boy, 
that's all." 

Troy moved forward. "Shit, dad, can't I ever do anything? Do you have to run 
after me like I'm a little kid in kindergarten? Fuck!" 

His father clenched his fists, and Donna knew that if she weren't standing 
between them, he would have struck his son. "Don't talk that way in front of 
a lady," he said. "I'm sorry, Miss West. I try to teach the boy manners." 

Donna forced a smile. "I wouldn't worry about 

Troy," she said. "He's a good boy." 

Troy's father grunted with disgust. 

"What do you want, Dad?" Troy asked, shielding his body from his father's 
view by standing behind Donna so that his father wouldn't be "able to see 
his bulging penis pushing out the front of his pants. It was throbbing down 
into half-hardness now, and he only needed a few more seconds and it would 
be safe to let himself be seen. 

"I want you to come home, that's what I want. You didn't take out the 
garbage. You didn't make your bed. You didn't set the table for your mother. 
What do you mean, running off like that and leaving all the work for us? Who 
do you think you are?" 

"It's my fault," Donna said, defending her young boy lover. "Troy and Doug 
here were helping me move some furniture." 

The big man blushed. 

"I hope you don't mind," Donna said. "It took longer than I thought, and we 
still didn't get finished. Would it be all right if Troy comes back tomorrow 
night to help me finish up?" 

"Well, I guess," Troy's father said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. He had 
suddenly noticed that the top button of Donna's robe wasn't fastened, and he 
blushed at the sight of her swollen breasts as half of them pushed out into 
view. "He can come over and help if he gets his work done at home first. He 
has to run the vacuum cleaner for his mother tomorrow night." 

Donna turned and looked into Troy's eyes, and saw them shining in 
anticipation of spending another afternoon writhing around on the floor 
naked with her pawing over his dick. "Will you come?" she asked, smiling at 
her own deliberate play on words. 

"Yes, I'll come!" he said, smiling back at her. "Let's go," his father said, 
his eyes still glued on Donna's half-exposed breasts. He turned and walked 
off the porch, and Troy reluctantly followed him, grinning as he felt 
Donna's hand pat his ass as he walked out the door. 

Donna turned toward Doug as Troy and his father moved out of sight. "What 
about you, Doug, will you come back tomorrow night, too?" 

Doug grinned at her. "You bet," he said, licking his lips. "I shouldn't. I 
should be collecting for my paper route, but I don't care." He laughed. "Did 
you see the way Troy's old man was looking at your tits? You almost gave him 
a hard-on." 

Donna looked down at her unbuttoned robe and blushed. "I just feel sorry for 
Troy," she said, thinking of the disappointed look that had been on the 
boy's face when, on the verge of having his penis shoved up inside a woman 
for the first time in his life, the beautiful moment had been interrupted. 

"Yeah, having to work around his old man's house like some dumb 
housekeeper," Doug said. "I feel sorry -for him, too. Set the table, Troy! 
Run the vacuum cleaner, Troy! Make your bed, Troy! If I was Troy, I'd run 
away from home." 

Donna knew that Doug had misunderstood her, but it really didn't matter. She 
resolved that she would make up Troy's disappointment at having his first 
fuck interrupted by making it beautiful for him when he returned the next 
day. She would draw it out, and make it an experience he wouldn't forget as 
long as he lived. 

"Well," Doug said. "I guess I'd better get going too." 

Donna bent forward and kissed the young newsboy on the cheek. She smiled to 
herself happily, as, walking out the door, his last words to her were, 
"Shit, I can hardly wait till tomorrow night." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Donna's disappointment was strong when Chuck didn't show up for work the 
next day. She knew that the reason the dark-haired boy had failed to come in 
was because he wanted to avoid another confrontation with her. He called at 
three o'clock to let the boss know he wasn't coming in, and that was all she 
heard about him. 

Donna sat sullenly behind her desk, feeling sorry for herself. She was 
unable to concentrate on her work for the second time that week, and she 
wondered how long she would be able to go on that way, sitting at her desk, 
doing nothing, before someone noticed. Just the thought of being discovered 
loafing made her burst loose in a valiant effort to force herself to work, 
but it was useless. Visions of naked boys and their burgeoning teenage cocks 
spewing forth creamy, white jism appeared on the sheets of paper on her 
desk, replacing the rows of figures she was supposed to verify. She couldn't 
get her mind off her young boy lovers, and her heart ached miserably with 
self pity for having lost Chuck so completely. 

He had reacted violently when he had caught her sucking off Doug on the sofa 
after having watched her do it through her open window on Sunday. She had 
thought she had lost him then already. Apparently, in spite of the way he 
had spoken to her about it on Monday afternoon, pushing her head down into 
her own dirty mess and rubbing it into it as though she were a common whore, 
he had had second thoughts later. It was just her luck that he would come 
around her house to make up when she was rutting around with Doug again, and 
with her young, blond adonis, Troy, as well. 

She knew that her chances of talking herself out of this one were nil. Chuck 
hadn't actually seen them doing it, of course, but it was obvious what had 
been going on. Doug had been standing on the stairs with his pants unzipped 
and his white briefs showing inside his fly. Just Doug's presence would have 
been enough to condemn her, but his unzipped Levi's had been the icing on 
the cake. As if that hadn't been enough, however, Troy had chosen that 
moment to walk out of the bathroom stark naked, his big dick swaying 
completely hard between his legs. 

Donna shook her head. She knew that Chuck could never forgive her now. She 
wondered why different boys had such different reactions. Doug and Troy had 
been shocked at finding out she had three boys hanging on the string at 
once, but after their initial shock had worn off, they had accepted it, and 
let her go right on messing with their bodies. Donna wondered why Chuck was 
reacting so violently, but she could find no answer. The fact that a boy 
like Chuck could love a woman so much older than himself was a possibility 
she hadn't yet seriously considered, in spite of the fact that she had 
teased Chuck the day before by accusing him of being jealous. She hadn't 
known that she had hit the nail right on the head. 

Donna's hand remained poised over the rows of figures before her, but she 
gave up at last, knowing she couldn't work when all she could think about 
were boys and their dicks. 

She leaned forward, looking out the door to make sure no one was approaching 
her office. She got her purse and fumbled around inside it, and took out the 
photographs of the preceding day's sex activities with Doug and Troy, and 
she spread them out onto the desk before her. She trembled with excitement 
as she stared at the photographs. 

The tw;o teenagers had been caught beautifully by the camera's eye, and the 
wonder of their bodies was caught forever in the colorful photographs. 

She studied each photo in turn, determined to take her time with each of 
them. 

She began with the picture of the two boys just standing there, displaying 
their nakedness in its entirety, their hard, teenage pricks sticking up 
between their legs like pokers. She bent forward, studying the details of 
their sexual organs. Things had gone too fast the day before to allow her to 
appreciate the finer details, but now she could take her time and absorb 
them all. 

As she stared at the picture, her eyes studying first Doug's big penis, then 
Troy's, one hand crept down between her legs and pulled her panties from the 
front of her pussy, holding them aside. Her other hand reached into her 
purse, fumbled around, and brought forth her dildo. 

Donna knew that she had sunk to new lows by bringing the plastic phallus to 
work with her, but she shrugged, not wanting to think about that. Still 
holding her panties aside, she reached down and pushed the bulbous plastic 
prickhead between the hairy lips of her cunt. It was four o'clock when she 
shoved the plastic prick way up inside her. It was five o'clock and time to 
go home when she trembled then jerked in spasms in her chair and came for 
the third time. She had spent a beautiful hour with her dildo and the 
photographs of her handsome young boyfriends, bringing herself up to the 
brink of orgasm three times, then shoving the plastic prick way up inside 
her and cumming so violently it was all she could do to keep from screaming. 

The other employees were all leaving, and the outer office was already empty 
when she pulled the dildo out of her cunt at last, wiped it off with a 
Kleenex, and dropped the plastic organ into her purse. She gathered up her 
photographs and put them carefully in a side-pocket of her purse, then got 
up and prepared to leave. 

As she passed the supply room on her way out, she thought of Chuck, and how 
she had pushed her hand up inside his pants and felt up his leg the day 
before. She wondered if she would ever have another opportunity to feel up 
the youth, and if she would ever succeed in even seeing his teenage penis, 
let alone touch it, or try to take it into her mouth or have him stick it up 
between her legs. 

She swallowed, a pang of lustful longing jerking at her stomach. She knew 
that her chances of seducing the young teenager had been reduced to 
practically zero, and it was him, of all the boys she knew, that she really 
wanted. The longing she felt for the dark-haired youth went on mere sex 
alone, and although she was disturbed at her feelings toward him, she 
couldn't understand them completely. 

As she opened the front door to the office building and headed out toward 
her car, Mr. Simmons, the janitor, was coming toward her, and he nodded and 
said hello. Donna nodded in return, but she kept right on walking, paying no 
attention to the way his eyes were aimed straight down at her legs. Mr. 
Simmons stopped and turned to watch her walk on past him, his eyes bugging 
at the sight of her ass wriggling inside the tightness of her skirt. 

The janitor, although he was the same age as Donna, held no interest for 
her, however, in spite of her obsession with hot, male dick. She liked her 
dicks young, and a dick as old as his, as far as she was concerned, was no 
better than the plastic dildo she was carrying in her purse. At least she 
could daydream about young boys and their peters when she was using it, and 
that was hard to do when a big hulk of a man was crushing her with the 
weight of his body and grinding her down into a mattress as he humped her 
and groaned like an animal. 

Donna put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot, sighing 
heavily as she began the long drive home. 

This time there was no mistaking the youth standing at the edge of the road. 
It was most positively the same brash boy she had picked up on Friday night. 
Donna remembered the way the youngster had openly masturbated in the seat 
beside her, sliding his hand up and down on his dick, peeling the skin up 
and down over his knob of a cockhead until he had brought himself right up 
to the point of cumming. She remembered the way he had cum, spreading his 
legs apart as far as he could and letting his dick spew forth its load, 
splattering hot, boy jism all over his legs and all over the inside of the 
car. She shivered as she thought of all that happened to her since that 
night. 

She pulled off the road in front of the youth and stared straight ahead, a 
determined look in her eyes as she waited for him to run up beside her and 
climb into the car. She pulled back onto the highway and drove on, not 
having looked at him once, waiting for him to recognize her and make the 
first move. 

"Hey! Well, I'll be fucked! You're the lady that picked me up last week, 
aren't you?" 

Donna nodded. 

"Decided ya want a little cock, huh?" 

A smile crept over Donna's lips in spite of her efforts to appear cooly 
indifferent to the youth. 

"Turn off to your right at the next corner," the boy said, grinning 
victoriously. "I know a good place where we can do it." 

"Do what?" Donna asked, pretending innocence, but slowing down and swerving 
around the : orner as he had instructed. 

"You know what," the boy said wryly. "You jost can't wait to get your hands 
on my dick, can you? Fuck, I bet that's all you've been able to think about 
ever since the other day." 

Donna had to fight to keep from laying into him for his egoistical opinion 
of his own importance. She clenched the steering wheel tightly, having to 
fight to steer the car down the rough road he had directed her to take. They 
were moving down a lonely stretch of road that she hadn't even known 
existed, and she soon found out why. It led back to an old rusty set of 
railroad tracks which had been long since abandoned. 

"You can stop here," the boy said. Donna pulled the car up to a halt. She 
couldn't have gone any further anyway. The road stopped here, and she would 
be lucky if she even had enough space to turn around to get back out. She 
shut off the engine and silence enveloped. "Well?" the boy asked, his voice 
haughty. Donna turned toward him. His arrogance was turning her off 
completely, but as she saw him sitting there, and remembered how he had 
pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles on their first encounter, she 
suddenly wanted him desperately. She reached out and put a hand on his knee, 
and began moving it slowly up his leg. Then, as her mind swirled dizzily as 
though she had forced down a double shot of whiskey, she suddenly lost all 
control of her actions. Her hands were all over him, pawing him, groping his 
crotch and feeling him up. 

"Hey!" The boy grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away roughly. 

Donna blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to be so rough." 

"That's not what I'm worried about, Lady," the young teenager said. "I just 
like to talk about the money before I do it, that's all. Just to make sure 
there's no squabble over how much after it's all over." 

Donna bit her lower lip. The youth was trying to reduce her to the level of 
a common prostitute. It was embarrassing, yet at the same time, somewhat 
flattering. It almost pleased her to think that a teenage boy was willing to 
pay money for the privilege of sticking his dick up her cunt and fucking 
her. She decided to play along and make a game of it and play "whore for a 
day." "I don't know," she said. "Five dollars?" The boy stared at her a 
second, then laughed. "Fuck! Twenty dollars would be more like it. I can 
tell you haven't done this much." 

Donna's forehead wrinkled up into a frown. It was one thing to go along with 
the boy and play at being a prostitute. It was another to rob the boy when 
she would have gladly let him fuck her for nothing. She didn't want his 
money. She just wanted his long legs wrapped around her and his boycock 
buried in her cunt. 

"I can't charge, you that much," she said. "Just give me five dollars and 
that will be fine." 

A surprised look came over the boy's face and he stared at her with 
disbelief. Slowly a smile crept over his face, and then he suddenly burst 
out laughing. 

Donna stared at him. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Was it something I 
said?" 

The youth was bent over double in his seat and laughing so hard that tears 
were running from his eyes and down his cheeks. "Oh, Lady, you're a card!" 
At last he sat up and forced himself to stop laughing. "You've got it all 
wrong, Lady. I'm not going to pay you! You're going to pay me!" 

Donna stared at him, her mouth dropping open, and a deep red blush rushed up 
into her face. She couldn't believe her ears. "Me? Pay you?" 

The boy burst out laughing again, and he turned his head away, knowing her 
shock was soon going to turn to anger, but still unable to control his 
laughter. 

"You want me to pay you twenty dollars?" He laughed so hard, he choked. 
"Yeah! That's right!'? 

Donna suddenly realized why the youth waited along the highway every 
evening. He was prostituting himself out to the penis-hungry women who 
happened along. 

"Do you really think I'm so hard up that I'm going to pay for the privilege 
of having you stick your dick up my cunt?" 

The boy grinned. "If you want me to stick it in you, you're gonna have to 
pay me, Lady. Fuck, it ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. Broads pay me all the 
time to let 'em do it. You don't think I'm out here doin' it for nothin', do 
you? That's how I make my bread." 

Donna stared at him, not knowing how to react. 

"Other boys work part time in a grocery store or somethin' for a little 
pocket money. Me, I sell my dick, or, rather, I rent it out. It beats 
jackin' off, and I get paid for it, too." 

Donna shook her head, suddenly feeling very ashamed. She reached down toward 
the car keys, preparing to start up the engine. 

"Come on, Lady, don't be that way. I know you wanna fuck me. What's wrong, 
don't ya have twenty dollars? How about ten?" 

"I have the money," Donna said. "That's not the point." 

"Shit, I'm worth it, Lady. I'll let you do anything. You can jack me off, 
suck my dick, or just fuck me. I don't care what you do. Come on, it's only 
twenty dollars." 

Donna hesitated, her hand on the keys. It was true that she wanted sex with 
the boy. She had spent a frustrating afternoon in her office, thinking of 
nothing but teenage boys and their hard, throbbing peters. Now she had a 
teenager at her fingertips, and he was willing to let her do anything to him 
she wanted. It was tempting, and her mind began throbbing as hard as her 
cunt. It was true that Doug and Troy would be coming over to "help her move 
furniture" and she would soon have all the dick she wanted, but that didn't 
help ease the present throbbing in her cunt. 

She took her hands off the car keys and reached for her purse. 

"That's the way, Lady," the boy said. "I'm worth it!" 

Donna fumbled in her purse, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of the 
plastic dildo. "Well I'll be fucked!" 

Donna blushed, and she quickly covered up her plastic companion. 

"You're a strange one, Lady. Man, I'll bet you milk my old cock dry. I bet 
all you ever think about is boys and their cocks." 

Donna handed him a twenty dollar bill. "At this price, yes, I intend to milk 
you dry," she said, ignoring the rest of his remarks. 

The boy grinned. "Ya wanna do it here in the car, or over there in the 
shed?" 

Donna looked to where he was pointing, and saw the abandoned tin shed for 
the first time. It was so rusty that there were holes all over it, and the 
thought of entering it made her shiver with disgust. 

The boy laughed at the expression on her face. "It isn't as bad as it 
looks," he said. "There's a cot in there, and in case someone comes along, 
they at least won't catch us in the act." 

Five minutes later Donna was down on her knees on the dusty floor of the 
shed and the young hitchhiker was standing naked before her, his feet 
planted wide apart. She had slowly stripped him down, removing one article 
of his clothing at a time from his body and making a big fuss over each part 
of his naked skin as it was exposed. 

She was pleased to note that the youth was spotlessly clean, but she knew 
that any boy who sold his body for sexual purposes would be obligated to 
keep himself clean, at least if he wanted to stay in business. 

He was grinning down at her, watching her play with his penis. It obviously 
amused him to have her fawning over him like a hungry animal, all but 
worshipping the dick standing out hard between his legs. She was fondling 
his balls with one hand and caressing his penis with the other, gently 
pulling his foreskin up and down over the head of his dick. 

He was beginning to react to her caresses, finally. He had a hard-on, of 
course, but it seemed that having an erection was a perpetual thing with 
him. It was the change in his breathing that let Donna know he was starting 
to get excited from what she was doing to him down between his legs. 

His slow, steady breaths were turning to excited pants of passion. 

She pushed him back gently but firmly, making him sit down on the cot behind 
him, and she crawled up between his naked legs and moved her face right down 
over his cock and balls. 

"Oh, yeah, suck me, Lady! Aaahhh!" He stared down eagerly, and he gasped as 
her lips slid over the end of his throbbing penis. "Uummpphh!" Her mouth 
gripped his dick firmly and her tongue lapped out, licking up and down on 
the underneath side of it. He spread his legs apart and moaned, now 
completely within her power. 

Donna slurped and slobbered all over his big penis, sucking up a storm. She 
wasn't going to be satisfied until he was writhing on the cot begging for 
her to let him stick it in her cunt. She wanted to humble the arrogant youth 
once and for all, and make him realize that he wasn't "God's gift to women" 
just because he had a cock between his legs. 

Her pussy was throbbing as she sucked away on his stem. It was all she could 
do to control her urge to climb atop him and guide his quivering wet penis 
up into the depths of her pussy tube. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, shit, ya better get up on me, Lady. I can't hold out much 
longer." 

Donna raised up, sliding her lips up the length of his slippery cock and 
letting it flop free. "I thought you said you could cum two or three times 
in a row," she said, a smirk on her face. She licked her lips and dived back 
down on him, engulfing his boyhood with her mouth. 

"Yeah, but not the way you're doin' it. You're too fuckin' good, Lady. 
You're gonna milk me dry." 

"I thought you said you were worth twenty dollars," Donna said, drawing her 
mouth off his dick once again. She reached down and grabbed it and squeezed 
it hard. 

The boy strained. "Eeeiiiggghhh!" He closed his eyes, and his whole body 
tensed as Donna pulled her squeezing hand upward. "AAAGGGHHH!" Suddenly the 
boy was cumming. His dick spewed out his creamy jism, sending it splattering 
all over his own nakedness. "OOOHHH!" He stared down at himself with dismay, 
unable to believe the sudden loss of control he was experiencing. Donna 
removed her hand completely, and when he started to reach down to finish 
himself off, she grabbed his hands and held them away. 

"Please! Let me do it!" he said. His cock throbbed and jerked against his 
belly, the sperm shooting out the end and spreading upward onto his belly 
button. 

When at last the spurting stopped and he collapsed, blushing with shame, 
Donna climbed atop him. He stared up at her with a flabbergasted expression 
on his face. "What are ya doin'?" 

Donna hovered over him, taking his dick between her fingers and aiming it up 
at her aching pussy. 

"Oh, no! I can't, Lady! Please!" Donna lowered herself right atop him, 
pushing her cuntal lips down around his oozing cockhead. Her pussy lips 
separated and eased down over the head of his dick, drawing it in and 
clamping down tightly around it. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit! No!" 

She pushed downward, forcing his cum-drained shaft to slide up inside her. 
Her cuntal muscles clamped around his dick tightly, squeezing it without 
mercy. 

"Aaaggghhh!" He moaned, his prick so sensitive after having shot its load 
that her tight cunt around it was like torture. 

Donna began pumping up and down, riding the young hitchhiker like a horse. 
She drew her cunt up and down on his still-rigid cockstem, milking it with 
her pussy muscles to keep it hard. 

"Aaaggghhh! Please, Lady! I can't take any more! Ooohhh!" 

Donna closed her eyes and rode him down, her pussy throbbing madly. The 
sensations were shooting through her cunt like bolts of lightning, and she 
moaned with a perverse delight. 

The boy looked up at her in agony, but there was a respect showing on his 
face which hadn't been there before. Donna opened her eyes and looked down 
into his, beautiful expression on her face. 

"I. . .I'm cumming!" she moaned. "Ooohhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" She closed her eyes 
again and threw back her head and bucked up and down, riding him like a 
bucking bronco. Her pussy squeezed down hard around his stiff erection, and 
the boy moaned, then stiffened, and to his utter disbelief, came again. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! NNGGPPHH!" "Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh! NNNGGGPPPHHH!" His 
second load wasn't as large as his first one had been, but it spewed out 
inside her, splattering all over her cuntal passageway forcibly and flooding 
her completely. He bucked up to meet her, and they mated passionately, like 
wild animals. 

They didn't stop until Donna's pussy had milked him completely dry. At last 
she rolled off him and lay there beside him and both of them panted for 
breath. 

"Shit, Lady," the boy said, his eyes staring at her with disbelief. "You're 
something else." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Doug was the first to arrive that evening. He was eager to get right down to 
business. 

"Come on, Miss West, let's get started. We don't have to wait for Troy, do 
we?" 

Donna felt an urgent excitement building up inside her. Her encounter with 
the hitchhiker had just been an appetizer as far as she was concerned. She 
stared at the young newsboy sitting on the sofa, and she tried to comprehend 
how she could be so turned on by a boy so young. The answer as always, 
escaped her. She only knew that the minute a hot-blooded boy was in her 
presence, she couldn't think straight, and the desires in her cunt became 
all important. 

She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly together, trying to suppress 
her urgent throbbing sensations. 

Doug licked his lips and tried again. "I could really use a bath before we 
start anyway," he said. "I didn't have time to take one after I delivered my 
papers. Would you give me a bath, Miss West?" 

Donna couldn't help but smile at the horny youngster in spite of the urgent 
messages shooting up from her pussy to her brain. "Didn't you take a shower 
in your gym class at school today?" she asked. 

"Yeah, but I got all hot and sweaty delivering my papers. I sure could use a 
bath." 

"All right," Donna said. "I guess it'll be okay. I don't think Troy would 
mind." 

Doug jumped up, beaming with happiness, and began pulling off his clothing. 
Donna leaned forward and watched him strip himself down. She had already 
seen him undress several times in the past week, but she never tired of 
watching. The uncovering of his naked flesh reminded her of the emergence of 
a beautiful butterfly from its cocoon. 

Her breathing became heavier as he stood before her, removing one article of 
clothing after another and dropping them in a pile beside him. Soon he was 
standing there in nothing but his briefs. Donna held her breath as he hooked 
his fingers into the tops of them and began pushing them down. 

His uncircumcised penis was swollen, and the foreskin was already pulled 
down off the head. His whole prick sprung out to freedom as he shoved down 
his underpants and Donna gasped, never tiring of the beauty of him. 

"Take off your clothes, too," the boy urged. "Let's take a bath together." 

Donna needed no more urging. She stood up and began fumbling with her 
clothing, never removing her eyes from the smooth-skinned youngster as he 
pulled his briefs all the way down his slender legs and tossed them aside. 

He spread his legs apart as he watched her undress. His erection was rearing 
up and throbbing above his big, golden balls. Doug reached down and wrapped 
his fingers around his penis and began squeezing. 

"Ooohhh!" Donna was gasping at the sight. Doug grinned. He didn't know why 
she was so turned on by teenage dicks, but he was certainly glad that she 
was. He began pulling his hand up and down, masturbating himself in front of 
her. 

Donna was all but drooling over the exciting sight. She even ripped her 
dress in her haste to get undressed. She led the boy like a lamb to 
slaughter into the bathroom, her hand already down on his naked behind, 
stroking his firm, adolescent buns. She quickly plugged the bathtub drain 
and began filling the tub with fairly hot water, then turned and began 
openly attacking the boy, running her hands all over his naked skin. 

Doug trembled and closed his eyes, giving himself in completely to the 
beautiful sensations her hands were creating as they roamed over his 
nakedness. As she moved around and knelt down behind him, he spread his 
legs, knowing what she was going to do. He had been shocked the first time 
she had messed around with his ass, but the shock was gone now, and he had 
grown to look forward to the things she did to him there. 

His nude body trembled as her fingers made contact with his buns, grasped 
them and spread them apart. 

"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" He moaned and knelt forward to spread his butt open as 
far as he could. Her hot, wet tongue was inside his rectum and she was 
licking him out shamelessly. "Ungh!" Oh, it feels good!" 

Her tongue lapped at the opening of his anus, then pressed down, and the end 
of her tongue pushed up inside. Doug's swollen penis throbbed and he slipped 
his fingers back around it. He began pulling himself off, straining the 
muscles in his body to control the delightful sensations shooting through 
it. 

Her tongue pushed up deeper into his rectum and he felt a surging sensation 
in his dick. The first of his pre-seminal fluids were oozing out. His 
pumping hand squeezed down, forcing them out the slit in the end of his 
dick. He ran his fingers up into the sticky wetness of his own emissions and 
spread them downward, lubricating his shaft. His penis throbbed again, and 
still more clear, cockfluids oozed out the end. He spread it all up and 
down, and soon his peter was slippery and making exciting squishy noises as 
he squeezed it all over with his hand. 

"Ooohhh! Ah, shit! Gggnnnggghhh!" Donna pulled her tongue back out of his 
asshole. She ran it all up and down the entire length of his butt crack 
several times for good measure, then drew back her head completely. 

The boy blushed as she peered around and saw him playing with his dick. She 
ran her hands all up and down his legs and kissed his butt all over, then 
turned him around and pulled his hands away from his throbbing organ. 

"Get in the tub," she said, "but stand up. I want to suck you a little." 

"Ooohhh!" The idea made his penis jerk up hard and slap his belly, then fall 
back into its original place quivering. Doug stepped over the edge of the 
tub and stood in the water and Donna joined him in the tub. She fell to her 
knees in the water and moved her hands all over his legs, looking up at his 
big dick as it swayed hard and throbbing right in front of her face. 

She took a minute to admire his nude, young body, somehow forcing her hands 
to stay down on his legs. She wanted to appreciate the beauty of him before 
her mind went reeling into its maddening state of dizzy, unabashed lust. 

The boy was a young adonis. His smooth, cream-colored skin was flawless and 
he reminded her of the Greek statues of boys carved in ancient times. She 
studied his black, curly patch of pubic hair and her blood raced at the 
sight of his prick and balls. His penis hadn't diminished in size at all, 
but was throbbing rock hard, just waiting for her fingers to encircle it. 

Donna reached up and took the base of the boy's prick with her fingers and 
held it so that it was-aimed straight at her mouth. She moved her face 
forward. 

"Ooohhh! Ah, fuck!" Doug groaned, watching her lips close over the end of 
his peter. She didn't clamp her lips down, however. Instead, she kept 
pushing her lips forward over his dick, sucking it into her mouth inch by 
inch. 

"Oh, shit!" The boy watched with disbelief as she took in every last inch of 
his peter, not stopping until her lips were pushing down against the 
softness of his balls. She squeezed her lips down around the base of his 
erection, and her tongue went to work. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck, it feels good! Uuummm!" The boy closed his eyes and 
moaned. Her tongue was lapping out all over his hot, fleshy penis, and she 
was sucking on him as hard as she could. He felt a surging sensation in his 
peter almost immediately as her vacuum cleaner of a mouth sucked up his 
seminal fluids. She sucked them right out the tip of his dick, then licked 
them up with her tongue, savoring the taste of him and moaning with delight. 

Her hands were beginning to caress his legs again, and Doug trembled, his 
body crumbling beneath her onslaught of hands, mouth, lips, and tongue. She 
was literally eating him alive, consuming his boyhood while he watched. 

"Uuunnnggghhh! Oooohhh! Ah, gee!" Doug spread his trembling legs still 
further apart as her probing fingers found his rectum and began playing with 
it. She spread his asscheeks apart and drew her fingers down the length of 
his crack and pushed her index finger against his anal opening, forcing it 
up inside. 

The sound of a third voice made them snap their heads around with surprise. 

"Fuck, what's going on here?" 

Donna stared at the youth towering above her. 

"Troy!" 

Troy grinned as he stared at the perverted scene being enacted before his 
eyes. Donna and Doug were both in the bathtub naked, and Donna had just 
removed her lips from Doug's throbbing hard-on. 

"Shit, don't let me stop you," Troy said. "Go on and suck him." The blond 
youth began taking off his clothes, anxious to join the action. 

Donna shoved her lips back over Doug's erection and began sucking him off 
again as she watched Troy undress through the corner of her eyes. 

Doug closed his eyes, trembling with delight as she sucked his dick and 
licked hard at the underneath side of it. 

When Troy was completely undressed and standing beside the tub naked, Donna 
drew back, letting Doug's penis slide from her lips. She stood up in the 
water. 

"Get in, Troy," she urged, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "I'm 
going to give both of you boys a bath." 

"Ah, shit," Doug said, his eyes shining. "This is gonna be great." 

Donna picked up the soap as Troy stepped into the bathtub. She pushed the 
two boys toward one another and began working up a wet lather in the water, 
then knelt and began soaping up their legs, devoting one hand to each 
magnificent teenager; She lathered every square inch of their sleek young 
legs, then moved her hands up to their buttocks and sudsed them up there. 

"Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" The boys moaned in unison as she soaped up their rectums 
and ran her fingers down into their slippery asscracks and pushed an index 
finger up each of their assholes. She wriggled her fingers inside their 
butts for a long while, waiting until they were trembling and groaning in an 
agony of pleasure, then she pulled her fingers back out. 

She went on, sudsing up the tops of their bodies. She ran her soapy hands 
over their naked backs and then moved around to the front of their bodies 
and began soaping down their bellies. 

At last came the moment the boys had been waiting for. Her hands dropped 
down to their genitals. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Miss West! Uuunnnggghhh!" Both boys moaned excitedly as her 
hands soaped up their dicks. Their cocks were completely hard and stiff in 
her hands. She ran her soapy fingers up and down, feeling their hot peters 
throb, then grasped them firmly and pulled with her hands, forcing the boys 
to face one another and move right up together. She pushed their two dicks 
together and began caressing them as one. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck!" 

Donna pressed the length of their hot, throbbing shafts together and 
masturbated their dicks as though they were one enormously thick organ. The 
boys squirmed, fighting the sensations that were mounting in their shafts, 
but the harder they squirmed, the harder Donna squeezed. 

"Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!" Doug shouted. 

"Stop!" 

Their soapy dicks were gliding deliriously against one another in Donna's 
hands, and the hard wienie-shaped muscles slid in and out of their skin. 
"Uuunnnggghhh!" The two boys moaned loudly and their legs began trembling as 
she wrapped both hands around their combined erections and soaped them down 
as hard as she dared. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Doug was the first to cum. His big penis stiffened harder 
than it had ever been in his life and Donna pressed it hard right down 
against Troy's burgeoning shaft. The end of Doug's dick opened up and a big 
glob of white cum shot out the end and splatted up on Troy's belly. 
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Doug moaned and collapsed, grabbing Troy's body to hold 
himself up. 

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming too!" Troy shouted, his eyes widening as he felt his 
own dick pulsating against Doug's spewing organ. Donna pressed their two 
peters together. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh! NNNGGGHHH!" 

Both boys stiffened and their bodies shook in a series of cum-spewing 
spasms. Their dicks were jerking violently in Donna's hands and it was all 
she could do to keep them pressed together. 

She smiled as the two boys clenched tightly, holding each other up while 
their dicks erupted beneath her fingers. Their sperm splattered all over one 
another's midsections and ran down their legs. 

"UUUNNNGGGHHH! MMMPPPHHH!" 

Donna didn't, stop milking them until their jism had run clear down their 
legs and into the water. When she released them at last, the two boys 
separated, blushing with embarrassment at what she had done to them. 

"You shouldn't have done that!" Doug said. 

Donna laughed. "Oh, no? What are you going to do about it?" 

The two boys stared at her, then glanced at one another. 

"What are we gonna do with her, Troy?" Doug asked. 

Their peters were still hard in spite of the fact that Donna had just jacked 
them off, and it was no secret to her by now that both of them were capable 
of achieving a second orgasm without even going soft in between time. 

"I don't know about you," Troy said, "but I want to fuck her. That's all 
I've been able to think about since yesterday." 

Doug grinned. "All right, we'll hold her down and you'll fuck her, but what 
will I do?" He reached down and fondled his still-hard organ. "You could 
make her suck you," Troy suggested. 

"Yes, but we want to punish her. Making her suck my dick wouldn't be 
punishment for her. She loves it." 

Donna stared from one youth to another, breathing excitedly as she listened 
to them contemplate her fate. 

"I know," Doug said, "I'll fuck her in the ass." Troy stared at him with 
disbelief. "While I'm fucking her cunt?" 

"Sure," Doug said. "We'll make a sandwich out of her." 

The two boys turned and stared at Donna. She was scrambling out of the tub. 
"Come on, Troy, grab her!" Donna raced from the bathroom, dripping water 
behind her, and the two boys quickly followed. The three of them ran naked 
through the house squealing excitedly. The two boys finally caught up with 
Donna in the kitchen. They both grabbed her and drug her up atop the kitchen 
table and held her face up, her legs splayed wide. 

"You go first," Doug said. "After you get in her good, we'll roll the two of 
you over so she's on top, and I'll stick mine in her behind." 

Troy obeyed eagerly, his whole body shaking with excitement. The moment 
every boy looks forward to from the time he discovers a girl has a hole, not 
a dick, had arrived at last. He was going to stick his wienie in that hole. 
He was going to fuck a girl for the first time in his life. 

Donna groped downward with her hands and began rubbing her cunt, 
deliberately exciting him as he climbed up onto the table and knelt between 
her widespread legs. 

Troy reached down and pulled her hands away from her cunt. He grabbed his 
dick and aimed it eagerly at her hair-covered pussy-hole. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Donna asked, her eyes flashing. She 
reached up and caressed Troy's naked chest and fingered his hard, boyish 
nipples. 

"I'm gonna stick my dick in your cunt," Troy said, his eyes wide with 
excitement. He pushed the end of his prick down into the crevice between her 
legs and shoved the whole end of his penis down between the lips of her 
pussy. 

"Ooohhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" He gasped and shoved slowly, forcing his dick to 
slide all the way down into her cunt. He pushed it all the way in, not 
stopping till his balls were pressing down against her patch of pubic hair. 
"Aaahhh, shit! It feels so good!" 

Donna set the muscles in her cunt to work, squeezing them down around his 
throbbing shaft, tensing them, then relaxing them again and again, literally 
milking while he slowly recovered from the initial shock of having at last 
stuck his cock up inside a woman. 

"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Nnnggghhh! I love it!" Donna smiled and she 
continued working her cuntal muscles, squeezing his peter again and again. 

At last Troy began moving. He drew up slowly, pulling his peter back out of 
her tight passageway, then plunged down, burying it back in to the hilt. He 
pushed and pulled again and again. "Oh, shit, Doug," he said, looking up at 
his dark-haired friend excitedly. "I'm fucking her! Aaahhh!" He closed his 
eyes and moaned happily, his voice cooing softly. 

Doug grinned down affectionately at him, and at the same time reached toward 
a counter and brought forth a dish of butter. He dipped his fingers into the 
yellow glob of soft butter, then began rubbing it all over his dick. He 
greased his penis all over as he watched Troy hump away between Donna's 
legs, and then he decided that it was time for him to get in on the action. 

"Roll her over so she's on top, Troy," he said, moving up to the table and 
caressing his butter-smeared dick. Donna and Troy slowly performed one of 
the more interesting acrobatic acts that is never seen beneath the big top 
of a circus. They exchanged positions, rolling over completely, "without 
unfastening the beautiful coupling of cunt and peter. Troy's dick stayed 
securely inside Donna's cunt throughout the entire maneuver. 

Doug quickly scrambled up atop them, mounting Donna's back and laying flat 
atop her, his buttery dick rubbing down inside her asscrack. He reached down 
and spread the two halves of her ass apart, and aimed his dick straight 
down. 

"Oh!" Donna could feel the end of the young newsboy's dick pressing against 
her anal opening, and as he pushed down, her asshole opened and eased around 
his bulbous cockhead. "NNGGHH! 

Oh, it hurts!" 

Doug withdrew his dick and slapped a big mound of soft butter right down in 
the crevice of her ass, then resumed his attack. This time his dick went in 
more easily. Donna's well-buttered asshole opened up around his dick and he 
pushed. His peter slowly slid down inside her, and he gently, but firmly, 
slid it all the way in. 

"Oh, Doug! Uuunnnggghhh!" 

Donna began bucking between the two boys. With each upward thrust of her 
body, she rammed her butt all the way up around Doug's hot throbbing organ. 
With each downward thrust, she was impaled on Troy's magnificent erection, 
and Troy's virgin dick was shoved all the way up inside her cunt. 

Both boys bucked their own hips as well, grinding up and down to meet her as 
she set up a steady rhythm. The boys' dicks ground down inside her body and 
she closed her eyes, her pleasure so intense as to be almost unbearable. 

"Oh! I.. . I'm gonna cum!" Troy was stiffening up beneath her, his big prick 
throbbing up inside her cunt. "OOOHHH!" 

"Hold back, Troy!" Doug urged his friend to wait. He wanted them to all cum 
together in one crashing orgasm that none of them would ever forget. 

"Nnnggghhh! Oh! Me too!" Donna squealed and suddenly began bucking madly, 
grinding her ass up around Doug's penis, and her cunt down around Troy's. 
"I'm cumming! UUUMMMPPPHHH!" 

"Oh, shit! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy was writhing beneath her. His big penis 
swelled up and then erupted inside her. "Oh, I can't believe how good it 
feels." He stared excitedly into Donna's eyes as he ground his throbbing 
peter up inside her and felt his load of sperm geysering up through his dick 
and out the slit in the end. 

Donna quivered, feeling the boy's hot, wet semen splattering out into the 
inside of her cunt. 

She squeezed the muscles of her cunt around his dick as her own body rocked 
in a series of shivering spasms. 

Her ass muscles contracted as she rocked in orgasm, and Doug's penis could 
stand no more. It exploded deep inside her butt, spewing forth an 
unbelievable quantity of hot, sticky jism. 

The three of them fucked each other violently and the table shook beneath 
their grinding bodies as they brought one another off magnificently. When at 
last their bodies were drained, they began to pull loose from the tangle of 
legs and arms, peter and cunt, boy cock and butt. 

Doug was necessarily the first to pull himself. free. He raised up, pulling 
his slippery dick up out of Donna's asshole, and got down off the table. 
Donna was next to separate herself. She pulled upward, and Troy's still-hard 
penis slid slowly out of her cunt. It slapped down against his stomach, 
still dripping with cum, as Donna got down off the table. Troy raised 
himself up weakly and joined them on the floor. They all sank down into 
kitchen chairs and sat exhausted, looking at each other with smiles of 
contentment. 

"Well," Doug said at last. "What do we do j now?" 

Donna stared at him with disbelief and shook her head with a smile. 

"Fuck!" Doug said. "I'm still ready for another round. I've got one more 
load left at least." 

Troy grinned. "Maybe she's saving herself for that other boy we saw here 
last night. What's his name?" 

The two of them stared at Donna. She blushed. 

"Chuck," she said, lowering her eyes. 

"What happened to him, anyway?" Doug asked. "Why'd he take off like that?" 

Donna swallowed, and the two boys could see that something was wrong. "I 
don't know," she said. "I wish I did." 

"Have you sucked his dick and stuff like you've done with us?" Troy asked. 

Donna shook her head. "I never got the chance," she said. "Something always 
kept happening." 

"Shit!" Doug said. "Let's call him up and invite him over. We'll have a 
ball, us three boys and you. Think of it." His eyes were wide with 
excitement at the orgy he was imagining. 

Donna shook her head. "He wouldn't even talk to me," she said. "He'll 
probably never talk to me again. He was mad when he caught me sucking you 
off Sunday morning when he looked in the window. He was going to forgive me 
for that, I guess, then he caught both of you here at the same time 
yesterday. I don't think he'll ever give me another chance." 

"Do you want to do it with him?" Troy asked. 

Donna blushed. 

"Fuck yes she wants to do it with him, Dummy," Doug said. He sat there a 
long moment, pondering the problem, then suddenly his eyes brightened. "Hey! 
I've got an idea!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"I... I don't know," Donna said, clenching the steering wheel nervously as 
she steered the car through the dark city streets. "Chuck already hates me. 
I don't think . . ." 

Doug laughed softly in an attempt to ease her fears. "Don't worry," he said. 
"He'll love it. He came over twice to fuck you, didn't he?" 

"Yes, but.. ." 

"Well, what more proof do you need that he'll like it?" 

Donna shook her head slowly, not at all sharing the enthusiasm of the two 
youngsters beside her. She wanted to get into Chuck's pants more than 
anything else in the world, and the idea Doug had come up with of raping him 
was exciting, but she feared the result would be that Chuck would never 
speak to her again. 

As they turned off onto Chuck's street, Doug and Troy peered through the 
darkness and began looking at house numbers. 

"Slow down," Troy said. "It should be just ahead of us on our right." 

"There it is up there," Doug said. "Stop!" 

Donna pulled the car over to the curb and brought it to a halt. She cut the 
headlights and switched off the motor and they sat there in silence staring 
at Chuck's house, surveying the situation. 

It was a poor neighborhood they found themselves in, and this surprised 
Donna because Chuck was always so cleancut and well dressed that she had 
just naturally thought that he came from a well-to-do middle-class family. 
Now that she thought back, however, she realized that he usually wore the 
same clothes, and that it was his cleanliness and good grooming that gave 
one the impression that he was always well dressed. 

Looking at the boy's home, Donna gave a little shiver. 

"What a dump!" Doug said. 

Donna nodded. Of all the houses in the neighborhood, Chuck's was the 
shabbiest. It was obvious that his parents took no pride whatsoever in the 
appearance of their home. The other houses looked bad, but theirs was a 
disaster area. 

"I just can't believe it," Donna said softly, speaking to herself. 

"Look!" Troy said. "Someone's coming out." 

The front door of the house opened and a woman ran out into the yard and 
turned to face the house. "You bastard!" she screamed. 

A fat man in a T-shirt appeared at the door and threw something out at her. 
"Come back here, you bitch! I'll show you!" 

"You and who else?" the woman yelled. She took off running down the street. 

The man ran out and started to chase her, his bare feet slapping on the 
sidewalk and his big belly bouncing beneath his tight-stretched T-shirt. He 
soon gave up the chase, however, and returned to the house cursing loudly. 
He disappeared through the door and slammed it shut. 

The three people in the car sat staring, still not able to believe what they 
had seen. To Donna's surprise, not a single face appeared at the windows of 
the neighboring houses to see what was going on. Apparently such events were 
too common in the neighborhood to deserve any special interest. As they 
continued staring at the house, the door opened again, and the fat man, who 
was apparently Chuck's father, reappeared. He slipped out into the darkness, 
pulling on a jacket, slammed the door behind him, and began walking angrily 
down the sidewalk in the direction his wife had taken. 

"Come on," Doug said excitedly, "now's our chance!" 

"I don't know," Donna said. "I don't like this at all!" 

"You wait here," Doug told her. "Troy and I'll go and check things out, then 
we'll come back and get you if the coast is clear." 

He opened the car door and scrambled out with Troy right after him, and they 
headed off through the darkness. Donna watched them cut off through the 
grass and run along the edge of Chuck's house until they were out of sight. 

She stared through the darkness where they had disappeared and lit up a 
cigarette nervously, waiting for them to return. 

It seemed like an eternity passed before they finally did reappear, but she 
knew it couldn't have actually been over five minutes because she was only 
just stubbing out her cigarette. 

The boys hurried up to the car excitedly. 

"We saw him through a window," Doug said, panting for breath. "He's in his 
bedroom." 

"Come on!" Troy urged. 

Donna was trembling, partly from nervousness and partly from excitement. She 
opened the car door and followed the boys, her heart seeming to throb 
uncontrollably and a monstrous lump sticking in her throat, making it next 
to impossible to swallow. 

She almost lost one of her shoes in the darkness as the boys led her along 
the edge of her prospective boy lover's house, and she had to pause and pull 
it back on. 

"Come on!" Doug urged. 

They led her right up to a window near the rear of the house. There was a 
light on in the room behind it. There was a shade, and it was drawn clear 
down, but apparently it was too short for the window it was being forced to 
service, for there was a full two inches of uncovered window showing beneath 
it, and through this space they could see someone moving around inside. 

Donna peered down through the opening, the two boys on either side of her. 

Chuck was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, his hands clenched up in 
fists, and with a worried frown on his face. They knew he was reacting to 
the violent scene his parents had just enacted. He was seething, and seemed 
almost ready to explode. 

Donna's heart went out to the boy as she watched him walking back and forth 
in the narrow confines of his bedroom, but her mind quickly flitted to 
thoughts of a baser nature. She looked down at his legs, staring at the 
outline of them in his Levi's as he paced up and down. 

"He's going to play with his dick!" Doug said excitedly. 

Donna stared down at the young newsboy with disbelief. "How can you say such 
a thing, Doug? After what his parents just did? Look at the state he's in." 

Doug nodded. "I know. That's what I mean. I get that way sometimes, too, and 
to get rid of my tensions, that's what I do, play with my peter." 

"Well I hardly believe he could even think about sex after watching his 
parents fight like that," Donna said. "Do you, Troy?" 

Troy shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes, when my dad burns my ass out about 
something, I do like Doug said. I go to my room and play with myself to take 
my mind off it." 

Donna stared back through the window and she licked her lips, trying to 
relieve their dryness. She still couldn't believe that a boy's thoughts 
could turn to self abuse at a time like this, but she secretly hoped that 
Chuck's would. More than anything else, she wanted to look at his penis. She 
had seen the bulge it had made in his pants at work Friday night the week 
before, and she knew he was well endowed in the cock department, but seeing 
just the outline of his penis was a far cry from seeing it sticking out 
completely uncovered and ready for action. 

"See, I told you!" Doug said. 

Donna's eyes widened. Chuck was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. 

She stared excitedly, her heart pounding, holding her breath. Slowly the 
youth unfastened the front of his shirt. The nakedness of his chest began to 
come into view as the front of his shirt spread open. His belly appeared. 
Donna gasped as he drew off his shirt, baring the whole upper part of his 
body. He tossed his shirt aside, then sat down on the edge of the bed and 
bent down to remove his shoes and socks. 

"Look at him," Doug said. "I knew he'd do it." 

"He hasn't done anything yet," Donna said, never removing her eyes from the 
exciting sight taking place inside the bedroom as Chuck slowly undressed. 
"Maybe he's just getting ready for bed." 

"Just wait. You'll see," Doug said, a grin on his face as he peered through 
the window beside her. "Damn, I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it." 

"You're not the only one," Troy said, whispering from the other side of 
Donna. 

The two boys reached down and began fondling themselves through the front of 
their pants. 

"Come on," Doug whispered. "Let's go get him." 

"Wait," Donna said, holding him back. "I want to see what he's going to do." 

Chuck was standing back up again and unfastening the front of his pants, his 
back toward them. They watched as he pushed his pants down. 

"Ooohhh!" Donna uttered a little gasp as his Levi's slid down over his 
bottom and revealed his white cotton briefs. She stared unblinking at the 
shape of his asscheeks outlined beneath his thin, worn-out underpants. There 
was a hole in them, and she could actually see a part of one of his 
smooth-skinned buns. 

Chuck pushed his pants all the way down, uncovering his lean legs. Donna 
trembled and blinked hard. Her heart began pumping madly as the lustful 
desires of her body began surging through her veins. Her mind began to spin 
dizzily. Chuck was sitting back down on the bed and drawing off his Levi's 
completely, and as he bent forward to pull them free of his feet, Donna 
shivered at the sight of the outline of his ass and the patch of skin she 
could see through the hole in his underpants. Chuck reached up and pushed 
down on the elastic top of his briefs. 

"Oh, shit," Troy said. "He's gonna do it naked." 

"He . . . He's just getting ready for bed," Donna repeated, but her nerves 
were tingling and a tight feeling of excitement was knotting up her stomach. 

"Ooohhh!" 

Chuck raised up his butt as he pushed his cotton underpants down, and she 
gasped as she watched them slide down and uncover his beautiful ass in its 
entirety. She stared at the beauty of his smooth, round buns and her eyes 
were drawn as though by a magnet to the crack running up between them. 

Chuck drew his underpants completely off his legs and dropped them up on the 
bed beside him, then spread his legs and reached down between them with his 
hand. They couldn't see what he was doing, but they didn't have to. They 
knew he was wrapping his fingers around the smooth flesh of his peter and 
feeling himself up. 

"Oh, shit! Come on, let's go do it to him!" Doug said. The young newsboy had 
unzipped the front of his pants while staring at Donna's young boyfriend and 
thinking of the things they had planned for the unsuspecting youth. Doug ran 
his fist up and down on his peter, moaning softly, and from the other side 
of Donna's luscious body a similar gasping noise let him know that Troy was 
doing the same thing. The two boys masturbated themselves furiously while 
they waited for Donna to give them the word that it was time to move in. 

Donna stared as though hypnotized at the young office boy as he sat naked in 
his bedroom, his back toward her. She could see his elbow moving and knew 
that his hand was busy at work down between his legs. Chuck, the boy she 
wanted more than any other in the world, was masturbating right before her 
eyes, not even suspecting that three pairs of eyes were staring at him 
excitedly and watching him perform. 

Donna's whole body began trembling uncon-trollably. "Ohhh! Let's do it now! 
Uuummmppphhh!" She was almost having an orgasm just watching the boy. 

"Wait!" Doug said. "Listen!" 

There was a loud sound of a door slamming, then footsteps running through 
the house. Chuck stiffened and his hand froze on his hard, throbbing peter, 
but before he could even move, the door to his bedroom was bursting open. 
His mother ran in Breathlessly. In her highly excited emotional state the 
didn't even see what her son was doing to hlimself. She grabbed him.and 
pulled him up to her and squeezed him tightly, sobbing with tears of anguish 
running down her cheeks. There was a big bruise mark on her left cheek and a 
trickle of blood was running out the corner of her mouth. It was obvious 
that her husband had caught-up with her. 

The three people outside the window stared breathlessly, now in a state of 
shocked surprise instead of excitement. Chuck's mother was" pressing against 
his naked body tightly, and she didn't even seem to notice his nakedness, 
let alone the way his hard penis was pressing up against her leg. 

Chuck didn't even have time to pull away from her before the door at the 
front of the house slammed again, and heavy footsteps thundered through the 
house toward them. His father burst through the door, glaring, and his eyes 
bugged at the sight confronting him. His wife was in the process of 
embracing his son, and his son was naked and had a hard-on. 

"Oh, shit!" The big man bellowed with rage. "I knew it! You damned 
bastards!" 

He clenched his fists as Chuck and his mother separated. Chuck's mother was 
so distraught that she still wasn't aware of the excited state her son was 
in. 

"You've been fucking him behind my back! 

Your own son!" 

His wife stared at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment. "You're crazy!" she 
screamed. 

Her husband grabbed her and threw her aside and stood face to face with his 
naked son, staring angrily at his naked body. Everything had happened so 
quickly that Chuck's penis was still rock hard and throbbing. 

"You've been fucking your mother behind my back, you fuckin' bastard! I 
always wondered if some thin' like that wasn't going on when I wasn't here! 
Now I know!" 

His wife was at him again, pawing his big-bellied body with a sudden look of 
fright on her face. "No! It isn't like you think!" 

Her husband shoved her aside. "Shut up, you filthy whore!" He raised his 
clenched fist and his whole body shook with rage. "You . . . You get of 
here!" he roared at Chuck, his voice shaking with ahger. "Get out of here 
before I kill you. I never want to see your fuckin' face again!" 

"B-but, Dad ..." 

His father grabbed him with his powerful arms and began shaking him. "You 
dirty, filthy motherfucker!" He threw his son at the window. 

There was a loud crashing of glass as Chuck came flying through the window 
into the darkness outside the house. Donna and the two boys had already 
moved off down the side of the house for fear of being detected, and they 
stared with disbelief as Chuck's naked body crashed down into the grass. The 
young boy's father was already throwing his clothes out the window after 
him. 

"Never, ever set foot in this house again, you dirty, filthy MOTHERFUCKER!" 

Chuck raised up, groaning. 

Donna, Doug, and Troy moved forward quickly. Chuck's father didn't even see 
them. He was already turned around and taking the rest of his rage out on 
his wife. 

"Chuck! Are you all right?" Donna held the youth tightly to her chest, 
hugging him desperately and pressing her cheek down against his own. There 
was a wet sensation against her naked skin, and she knew the boy was 
bleeding. Chuck, in his state of shock, seemed unaware of her presence. He 
said nothing, but just moaned softly and sobbed. "Help me get him to the 
car," Donna said. "We've got to get him to the doctor." She couldn't believe 
that his father had actually thrown him through the window. She would 
remember the horrible crashing of glass as long as she lived, and, unable to 
see the youth in the darkness, she imagined him to be covered with deep cuts 
and bleeding uncontrollably. 

Doug and Troy gently pulled her away from the naked office boy, and they 
pulled Chuck up to his feet, one of them taking a place on either side of 
him. They led him through the darkness toward Donna's car, and Donna trailed 
along behind, her heart throbbing and tears running down her cheeks. She 
opened the rear door of the car and they pulled the bleeding youth inside. 

They all scrambled inside the car. Donna turned on the dome light so they 
could survey the damage. She didn't care what the neighbors thought, but she 
need not have worried. No one was even looking. 

"Oh, God!" Donna closed her eyes. "No!" "It's not as bad as it looks," Doug 
said, his voice calm as he took control. "Do you have any Kleenex or 
anything?" 

"We've got to get him to the hospital!" Donna muttered "He's going to bleed 
to death." 

-Doug reached up into the front seat and got the box of Kleenex himself. "He 
is not going to bleed to death," he said firmly, trying to shake her out of 
her state of shock. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck moaned, and the glazed look in his eyes slowly 
disappeared. He looked around frantically. "Wh . .. What? Where am I?" 

"You're gonna be all right!" Doug said, pulling a wad of Kleenex from the 
box and reaching over to blot up the splotches of blood from the youth's 
nude body. "Damn! This fuckin' Kleenex is no good at all for this. Troy, do 
you have a clean handkerchief? Mine's dirty." 

Troy pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to him, and Doug began wiping 
up the trickling blood running down Chuck's naked flesh. 

"Ooohhh!" Chuck moaned. "I feel terrible!" He looked down and saw the blood 
trickling down his belly and legs and his eyes widened with fright. "Oh, 
shit!" 

"You aren't cut bad!" Doug said quickly. "You've just got a couple 
scratches, that's all. It looks alot worse than it really is." 

Troy quickly confirmed his analysis. "I can't believe you only got scratched 
like that after falling through a window." 

"We've got to get him to a hospital!" Donna moaned, not daring to look back 
at her young lover's blood-streaked body. 

"I've already got the bleeding stopped," Doug said, "but it still wouldn't 
hurt to take him to the emergency room and let them have a look at him. He's 
gonna be all right, though." He patted Chuck's naked leg. "You're gonna be 
okay, Pardner. Troy, why don't you drive? I don't think she's in any 
condition." 

Troy scrambled out of the car. "Just a minute," he said. "I'm going to run 
back and pick up his clothes." 

"Didn't she get them . .. ?" Doug stopped in the middle of his question. 
Troy had already disappeared off in the darkness. He was soon back, however, 
and scrambling into the front seat behind the steering wheel, gently pushing 
Donna over to the other side of the car. 

"Here," he said, handing Doug back Chuck's clothing. Doug took it as Troy 
turned and started up the car. 

Doug sorted through Chuck's clothes as Troy pulled the car out from the curb 
and headed off swiftly through the dark city streets toward the hospital. 
"Here," Dotig said, turning toward the naked boy sitting on the seat beside 
him. "Let's put on your underpants, Pardner. We can't run you into the 
hospital with your old dick flopping around like that. At least your old 
jewels didn't get cut up none." Chuck was coming out of his state of shock, 
but he was still shaking and too uncoordinated to be of much help. Doug 
raised his feet up one by one and pulled his underpants up onto his legs 
under the glare of the dome light. "Raise up your butt!" Chuck obeyed him 
weakly, and he drew his briefs up all the way. 

"You aren't even cut at all down there," Doug said. "Just a couple of 
scratches on your belly, and a few on your legs. You're lucky." 

Chuck looked around and seemed to see Donna for the first time. He 
swallowed, but said nothing. "We'd better come up with some kind of story to 
tell them at the hospital," Troy said, staring straight ahead as he turned 
off onto a highway and accelerated. 

Donna was moaning and rubbing her hands together frantically. 

"And I think we'd better leave her in the car," Troy added. 

Doug grunted his agreement. 

"How about saying he was taking a shower and fell through the glass shower 
front?" Troy suggested. 

"Do they even make glass shower doors?" Doug asked. "The only ones I've ever 
seen were made out of plastic." 

"All right. How about saying he went through a big glass sliding door?" 

"Fuck, let's just say we were horsing around and accidentally pushed him 
through a window." 

Troy shrugged. "All right, but they're gonna think it's kind of funny, him 
being naked and all." 

"Shit, who cares what they think?" Doug said. "They won't say nothin', 
anyway. They see all sorts of things in these emergency rooms. Guys come in 
with their cocks stuck inside bottles or women come in with something stuck 
up inside their cunts. It happens all the time. I've read about it." 

The emergency entrance to the hospital was brightly lit up as Troy steered 
the car up the concrete driveway and parked in front of it. Doug scrambled 
out of the car with Chuck's clothing tucked under his arm, and Troy got out 
and helped as Chuck stepped out of the car in his underpants. 

"I can get him," Doug said. "Why don't you pull the car out, then come back 
when you see us come out." 

Troy nodded, and climbed back into the car. He pulled the car away as Doug 
led Chuck through the door into the antiseptic interior of the hospital. 
Donna smoked one cigarette after another and fidgeted nervously as they 
waited in the car, and she never took her eyes from the emergency room door. 
After thirty long minutes, the door opened. "Here they come!" she said, her 
hands trembling as she stubbed out her cigarette. Troy started the car and 
drove up to. pick them up. Chuck was dressed now, and he looked much better. 

"Fuck," Doug said, opening the door and letting Chuck climb in, then sliding 
in beside him. "They didn't even put any bandages on him. They just put a 
little antiseptic on his scratches and gave him some kind of shot, and that 
was it." 

Chuck looked into Donna's eyes as she stared back at him. She reached back 
and took his hand. "Are you all right?" 

He nodded. "I'm all right," he said calmly. He stared at her, then looked at 
Doug, then Troy. "What were you guys doing at my house, anyway? 

What..." 

Doug laughed. "We'll tell you that later, but let me tell you, what a scare 
you gave us." 

"You. .-. You were outside my bedroom window?" 

Doug nodded. "We saw everything. Boy, your old man really tore into you." 

"Did you hear him?" Chuck asked. "He said I could never .. . never ..." He 
couldn't bear to say the words. 

"You're coming home with me, Chuck," Donna said, holding his hand tightly in 
her own. "I don't want you to ever go back there again." 

"What am I going to do? Where am I going to live?" 

Donna's heart pounded and she longed to take the youth into her arms and 
hold him tight. For the first time in her life, however, the sensations 
surging through her body were not the sensations of sexual lust, though she 
definitely still wanted to possess the youth's body sexually. She couldn't 
identify the strange feelings she was experiencing. She squeezed Chuck's 
hand excitedly and savored the pleasant sensation of his warm hand pressing 
against her own as Troy drove the car slowly through the city toward her 
home. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"You were going to what?" Chuck asked. He stared with a shocked expression 
at Doug. The boys were all sprawled out in the living room, sipping the cups 
of hot chocolate that Donna had prepared for them. 

"I said we were going to rape you," Doug replied, grinning at Chuck's 
reaction. "We were going to break in on you, and Troy and I were going to 
hold you down and take off your clothes. Then, while we held you down naked, 
Miss West was going to mess around with your dick. She was going to suck you 
off and everything. It was a beautiful plan." 

Chuck shook his head with disbelief. "You've gotta be kiddin'!" 

"No," Doug said. "It's true, isn't it, Miss West?" Donna blushed, and, not 
wanting to answer 

Doug's question, she attempted to change the subject. "Please, Doug, after 
all we've been through together, why don't you and Troy call me Donna like 
Chuck does." 

Chuck wasn't about to be sidetracked from what Doug had said. "Donna, were 
you really gonna do those things to me?" 

Donna's blush deepened. Doug broke in. to answer for her. "I have to admit," 
he said, "it wasn't really her idea. I thought of it. She said you were so 
mad at her that you wouldn't even speak to her." 

Now Chuck was blushing as he remembered his childish reaction on the two 
occasions he had caught her with the two boys sitting on either side of him. 
He set his cup of cocoa on the coffee table. "I guess I was acting like a 
brat," he said. 

"She said that you'd come to her house twice," Doug went on. "You know, to 
mess around." 

Chuck shuffled his feet, embarrassed at the sudden twist in the 
conversation. 

"You did want to mess around with her, didn't you?" Doug asked. 

Chuck's silence told him he was right. 

"Well," Doug said, "she wanted to mess around with you, too. That's all she 
could think about. Seeing as how you two weren't on speaking terms, it 
seemed like the only way to get you together was to force things a little 
bit." 

"By raping me?" 

Doug grinned at him and nodded as he set down his empty cup. 

"Shit!" Chuck shook his head. "You guys are really something." 

Doug laughed. "You'd better really be something too, after all we went 
through to get you here," he said. "You'd better have a dick a foot long." 

Chuck's eyes widened. "It seems to me you've all seen my dick already, and 
you know it sure isn't a foot long." 

"No, we couldn't see it when you were going to town playing with yourself in 
the bedroom. Your back was turned to us. When your dad threw you out the 
window you were in the dark, and by the time we got you in the car your old 
peter was already soft. We don't know how long it gets." 

"Well, believe me," Chuck said, "it sure isn't a foot long." 

"Why don't you get it out and show us?" Doug asked, grinning. "Let Donna 
suck on it or something." 

Donna stared from one boy to another, unable to believe thay were discussing 
the embarrassing subject of sex as casually as though they were talking 
about a football game. 

"Don't you want her to suck you?" Troy asked. 

"Shit! I don't want you guys watching while she does something like that to 
me." 

"Why not?" Troy asked. "We do it in front of one another all the time. You 
don't know the fun you've been missing." 

"You do want her to suck you, don't you, and you want to stick your dick in 
her cunt?" Doug asked. 

Chuck blushed, but he nodded slowly. 

"And you want to mess around with him, don't you?" he asked Donna. 

Donna stared at Doug with disbelief, too flabbergasted to reply. 

"Shit,- I can answer for her," Troy said. "She wants to suck his dick and 
have him stick it in her more than anything else in the world." 

"See!" Doug said, as though that settled everything. "What are you waiting 
for? Believe me, once she wraps that tongue of hers around your peter and 
starts sucking and pulling her lips on your cock, you won't even know Troy 
and I are here." 

Chuck shifted nervously in his chair. "Wait! Now hold on a minute, you guys. 
Sure, I wanna do it with Donna, but I've got some serious problems I gotta 
think about!" 

"Such as what?" Doug asked. "Such as, my father threw me out of the house." 

"Shit, don't you have any relatives who'll take you in? An aunt and uncle or 
something?" 

Chuck shook his head negatively. "I don't have anyone." 

"You can stay at my house tonight," Ttoy offered. 

Donna spoke at last. During the drive from the hospital to her home she had 
done some serious thinking, and she had come up with an idea. She had 
developed the idea, and it had now become an obsession. At first it had 
seemed wild, but as she had refined it, it had made more and more sense. She 
only hoped it would make as much sense to Chuck when she suggested it to 
him. 

"Why . .. Why don't you move in with me, Chuck?" 

Chuck stared at her. "I can't do that. What would people think?" 

"I've thought it all out," Donna said. "No one will say anything, because 
they won't think anything about it. You don't have anyplace to stay, and I 
have an empty room. You've got a part-time job and earn your own money. You 
can room and board with me." 

Chuck stared at her as she spoke, and the frown on his face deepened. 

"You won't have to quit school or anything," Donna said. "You'll give me 
some money every month to keep it all on the up and up, and you'll eat and 
sleep here." 

"Fuck!" Doug said, licking his lips. "I think I'll get my old man pissed so 
I'll get thrown out, too. What an offer. You don't know how good she is in 
bed." "But. . ." 

"Shit, man," Doug said, "she's not just offering you room and board. You'll 
have all the pussy you want to go along with it. What a deal." 

Chuck shook his head, still not convinced that Donna's plan would work. "I 
don't earn that fuckin' much money," he said. "I could never afford to stay 
here like that. I'd have to quit school and get a better payin' job." 

Doug stared at Donna. "How much were you gonna charge him?" he asked. 

Donna blushed. "I thought. . . well... one dollar a month." 

The boys stared at her a long moment. They all knew now that Donna wasn't 
offering Chuck room and board. She was propositioning him. They knew she 
would probably even pay him to get him to stay with her. Up to now they 
hadn't realized how much she wanted him. 

Chuck swallowed, his love for the woman surging up inside him stronger than 
ever. His love for her had never dwindled since the first week he had worked 
in the office and came in contact with her. Instead he had grown to love her 
more and more, in spite of the jealous outbursts he had experienced when 
catching her engaged in sex with Doug, then Troy. 

He stared into her eyes, and she stared back at him, her heart pumping 
madly. She still hadn't identified the strange affection she felt for the 
boy as the love it was, but she realized that her feelings for him were 
completely different than the purely sexual attraction she felt for Doug and 
Troy. 

The fact that Donna was twenty-five years older than the young 
fifteen-year-old boy was unimportant in the face of their as yet unexpressed 
love for one another. 

"Will you stay, Chuck?" Donna asked, holding her breath, her blood pumping 
madly through her throbbing brain as she waited for what seemed like a 
torturous eternity for him to answer. 

Doug and Troy stared at Chuck, too. They were all waiting for his answer. 

A smile crept over Chuck's face as he looked at each one of them in turn, 
then looked back at Donna. His smile broadened and his eyes shone with the 
affection he felt for the older woman. He nodded slowly. 

Donna, closed her eyes and sighed with relief. She had been petrified with 
fear that he would reject her offer. 

Doug and Troy grinned, too, but their sudden awareness of the seriousness of 
the affection Chuck and Donna felt for one another had introduced a new 
complication in their relationship with the middle-aged woman. For one 
thing, they knew that with Ghuck there to plug her cunt at any given moment 
of the day, Donna probably wouldn't be so readily available for fucking as 
she had been up to now. 

Doug was even considering the possibility that she wouldn't even want to 
mess around with them any more at all, and, even if she did, maybe Chuck 
wouldn't let her. Doug knew, even if they didn't, that they were in love, 
twenty-five years difference in age or no. 

"I . . . I guess you won't want Troy and me coming around any more," he 
said, biting his lower liP-Chuck looked over at him quickly, then glanced at 
Donna, then stared down at the floor. "If ... If 

I've learned one thing in the past week," he said, "it's that Donna can't 
help herself when it comes to boys." 

Donna blushed. She wanted to shrink down and become so small as to be 
invisible as Chuck hit her embarrassing problem right on the head. 

"I'd rather have us all do it together," Chuck said, "than have her sneak 
around and do it behind my back." 

Doug and Troy stared at him. 

"You mean you want us to all mess around together?" Doug asked. 

Chuck nodded and smiled as he looked up into the disbelieving eyes of the 
young newsboy. "When I caught you and Troy with her the other day, I was so 
mad I couldn't see straight, but after I thought about it awhile, I was 
sorry that I had walked out. I know now that I was just mad 'cause I was 
jealous. I wanted her all to myself. I've done a lot of thinking since then. 
I'm ready to share her now." He grinned. "It's not that I suddenly became 
generous or anything," he said. "It's just that I know that with the way she 
likes boys, I really don't have any choice, so I might as well get used to 
the idea and join in the fun." 

Doug grinned at him, his eyes flashing brightly. "Shit, Pardner, I'm 
beginning to see why she likes you so much. You're something else." He 
looked over at Donna, then back at Chuck, shaking his head and smiling. "You 
wanna know something?" he asked. "I'm horny as hell right this very minute!" 

The others burst out laughing at the unabashed honesty of the young newsboy. 

"Well, shit, man," Chuck said, suddenly taking the initiative that he would 
keep from that point on, "take off your pants." He set an example by 
standing up and fumbling with the front of his pants, slowly unfastening 
them. "Let's get this show on the road." 

Donna stared at him excitedly, half of her excitement due to her loving 
affection for him, half of it due to the sexual arousal she was experiencing 
at watching him spread the front of his Levi's open and shove them down his 
long, slender legs. She trembled at the sight of the naked flesh of his 
legs, then looked at his midsection and his white cotton briefs. Chuck was 
stepping out of his pants now, and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. 

Doug jumped up grinning and began following Chuck's example. 

"Come on, Troy," Chuck said. 

Troy rose. His dick was already hard and pushing out the front of his pants 
in an obvious bulge. 

Donna sat glued to her chair, too absorbed in her excitement at watching the 
three teenagers strip off their clothing to move. Chuck was standing before 
her in nothing but his briefs, and his penis was half hard judging from its 
lengthening outline beneath the thin material of his worn underwear. 

At last, as Chuck was hooking his thumbs into the elastic top of his 
underpants, Donna moved. She scrambled down off her chair and crawled up to 
the handsome youth and pulled his hands away. She wanted to remove his 
underpants herself. 

She ran her hands up and down his naked legs, and she knew she would never 
be able to get enough of touching him. Chuck trembled as she shoved her 
fingers up inside the legs of his briefs and began moving them around. She 
shoved them around behind him and caressed the smooth skin of his rectum, 
touching it all over. Slowly her fingers moved right down into the crack of 
his ass. 

"Oh, oh!" Doug said, grinning. "Here it comes. I think we'd better warn you, 
Pardner. She has a thing with boys' asses. She licks 'em out and everything. 

Chuck moaned as he felt Donna's index finger pushing at his anal opening. 
"Ooohh! Aaaggghhh!" Her finger was slowly pushing up inside. He gasped as he 
felt it sliding up inside him, and his penis quivered into full hardness in 
his briefs. It throbbed outward, pushing the front of his cotton underpants 
out in front of Donna's face. 

Donna stared at the shape of his jerking erection and licked her lips 
excitedly. Slowly she pulled her finger back out of the young boy's ass and 
she attacked his briefs eagerly, almost jerking them down his legs. His big 
erection sprang free and swayed hard right in front of her wettened lips. 

"Oh, shit, look at her, Troy!" 

Doug and Troy moved in for a closer view. They were both stark naked and had 
erections that were throbbing almost to the point of aching. 

Doug reached down and groped for his prick and squeezed it. His whole body 
trembled. Slowly he began sliding his fist, peeling the skin of his dick up 
and down. "Aaahhh, fuck!" 

Donna had completely removed Chuck's underpants, and she was in the process 
of stroking his naked legs. Her fingers were brushing ever closer in an 
upward path toward the office boy's throbbing prick. 

Doug's hand began to move faster on his stiffened dick as he watched. Troy 
joined him, grabbing his own hard dick and massaging it with his hand. The 
two of them moved up on either side of Chuck and Donna, and they peered down 
excitedly while they intensified the degree of their masturbation. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck moaned. Donna's hands were up to his balls, and she 
was brushing her fingertips through the wiry hairs that covered his 
sperm-swollen sacs. 

Donna moved her face forward and the stiff end of Chuck's burgeoning tool 
disappeared between her lips. 

"Nnngghhh! Aaahhh!" His legs trembled and he spread them apart and gave her 
full access. She was fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his legs 
all over with the other, and she was pushing her lips down slowly. 

"Oh! AAHHH!" 

Chuck was cooing with delight as his hot peter slid into her mouth. She was 
taking all of it in. Even before her lips pressed down against the root of 
his erection, her tongue was going to work. She lapped it all over the 
hardness of his big, swollen cock. She licked every square inch of his big, 
fleshy tool. 

Doug and Troy stared down with wide, excited eyes, their hands pulling 
steadily on their own jerking pricks. 

"Aaahhh, shit," Chuck said, opening his eyes and staring down to watch Donna 
slobber on his peter. "You were right, Doug! Aaahhh! She really knows how to 
do it!" 

Doug grinned and continued flailing his hand up and down on his dick, never 
taking his eyes away from the magnificent blow-job being given before him. 

Chuck's feet were planted wide apart and, still fondling his balls with one 
hand, Donna was moving her free hand slowly up the inner sides of his 
widespread legs. Her fingers inched right up through them and began brushing 
over his bottom. 

Doug and Troy threw each other a knowing glance as they peered around and 
saw her fingers running down the crack between Chuck's smooth buns. 

"Uuunnnggghhh!" Chuck groaned as for the second time he felt her shoving an 
index finger up inside his tight-walled bung hole. She pushed her finger in 
slowly, wriggling it up until it was completely buried inside his rectum. 

"Ooohhh! Mmmnnn!" Chuck closed his eyes again. The combination of her finger 
wriggling around up inside his butt and her tongue lapping all around his 
dick was having its effect. He felt a surging sensation inside his penis, 
and the first of his pre-seminal fluids beganoozing out the slit in the end 
of it. 

Donna licked up his oozing cock juice eagerly. She had been hungry for the 
boy's body since the first day she had seen him, and now, at last, she was 
getting a taste of his youthful essence. 

Chuck trembled as her mouth set up a powerful sucking action, and the 
beautiful surging sensation in his penis grew in intensity. His whole peter 
was swelling up and lengthening in excited reaction to her sucking mouth and 
lapping tongue. 

Donna wriggled her finger up still further in the boy's tight behind and she 
pushed until she located his prostate gland. She nudged it gently with her 
fingertip and then began rubbing it. 

"Aaaggghhh! Ohhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" 

A wave of beautiful sensations made Chuck's body tremor as though it was 
receiving an electrical shock. The boy's penis jerked violently in Donna's 
mouth, threatening to erupt at any minute. A huge glob of pre-seminal fluid, 
half pure cum shot out the end of his dick. 

Donna lapped it up and rubbed his sensitive prostate gland still harder, 
making Chuck's whole body jerk uncontrollably as waves of pleasure rocked 
him without mercy. 

"Oh, no! I'm gonna cum! Aaaggghhh! UNGH!" 

Chuck's whole body tensed as he fought to hold back. Donna quickly relieved 
the pressure on his prostate and withdrew her finger from his ass, pulling 
it out slowly. Her tongue raised up off his quivering penis and she drew her 
lips up his shaft, then released it from her mouth. 

Doug and Troy watched excitedly, their hands flailing away on their peters 
as Donna reached up and pulled Chuck down toward her. She dropped back onto 
her back and pulled him right down between her legs, and then she released 
him and began unfastening her clothing. Chuck reached out and tried to help 
her, and Doug and Troy knelt to join him. Donna's dress was quickly peeled 
from her body. Doug unfastened her bra and pulled it free. 

Chuck's eyes widened and he smiled as her big breasts tumbled into view. He 
moved his hands up her legs, caressing them slowly as she had done his only 
a few minutes before. Donna moaned and closed her eyes. Doug and Troy 
joined-each put a hand on one of Donna's big breasts and fondled them 
lovingly. 

Chuck drew his hands right up her smooth legs to the pink patch of panties 
stretched around her hips, and he grasped them and began pulling. He groaned 
with lust as her dark patch of wiry pubic hairs were slowly uncovered. "Ah, 
shit, fellas, look at her!" He peeled her panties down her legs all the way 
and drew them off her feet, never removing his eyes from the sight of her 
bush. 

Her legs now unhindered by her panties, Donna spread them apart around 
Chuck's kneeling body. The young office boy raised up, then lowered himself 
atop her. He reached down and grabbed his dick and stuck it down right into 
the crack of her pussy, and he pushed. Donna's pussy lips opened up around 
his cockhead, and the whole end of his dick slid from view. Chuck pushed 
harder, forcing his penis down inside her. 

"Aaaggghhh! Oh, fuck! Uuunnnggghhh!" His eyes widened in his excitement at 
feeling his penis slide into a woman's cunt for the first time in his life. 

"Ah, fellas, I never thought it would be like this. Aaahhh!" 

Hig big dick sank all the way into Donna's steaming pussy, and he buried it 
up to his balls. He gasped as he felt the muscles in her cunt squeeze around 
his shaft. 

"Fuck her, Pardner!" Doug said, beginning to jack himself off once again. He 
and Troy knelt over Chuck's and Donna's midsections, peering down to watch 
every thrust of Chuck's hard peter. 

Chuck gasped and gave them what they wanted. He raised up his butt, pulling 
his penis up from Donna's tightly squeezing cunt until almost all of his 
dick was exposed, then thrust down, driving it home. He repeated the 
movement again and again, pulling his peter out, then shoving it back into 
her. "Ooohhh! Ah, shit! Mmmnnn!" He closed his eyes so that he could 
concentrate completely on the beautiful sensations shooting through the 
length of his pulsating peter. 

"Oh, fuck! No!" Troy's urgent cry made Chuck open his eyes. Troy was raising 
up on his knees and his whole body was stiffening. "I. . . I'm gonna cum! 
Aaaggghhh!" 

His hand flailed up and down furiously on his peter. Suddenly he felt a firm 
hand gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away from his pulsating penis. 
Chuck had reached up to stop him just in time. Troy's penis stuck out, 
swollen and red, and it throbbed so hard it was jerking. The slit-in the end 
opened and a big shiny drop of pre-cum fluid oozed into view. 

Donna looked down at Troy's throbbing erection, her eyes flashing, and she 
licked her lips. Chuck nodded to Troy, a half smile on his lips, and Troy 
knew what Chuck wanted. 

Donna opened her mouth as the blond boy-straddled her face and aimed his big 
dick down at her mouth. Donna's lips accepted his penis as he slipped it in. 
She eagerly raised up her head so that he could slide it in all the way, and 
she clamped her lips around it and sucked hard. 

All this time Chuck was still humping her. His big dick hadn't missed a beat 
as he pushed it in and out of her squeezing pussy. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Troy's body jerked violently and he came. His peter throbbed 
and cut loose, spewing big globs of creamy jism all over the inside of 
Donna's mouth. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Chuck grunted and pounded his butt up and down. His eyes 
were tightly closed and he was straining to hold back the mounting 
sensations building up in his pulsating penis. 

Doug shivered and clamped his hand tightly around his dick as the sperm 
inside it built up to the bursting point. "Aaaggghhh! Troy! Hurry!" 

Troy's body trembled as the last of his semen squirted out the end of his 
penis. He gasped, falling forward and catching himself with his hands, 
stiffening his arms to hold himself up off Donna's face. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, 
fuck, it feels good!" He let Donna lick his slippery penis clean, then 
slowly raised up, pulling it from her lips. 

Doug's hand was still frozen around his penis, holding back the semen 
churning inside it. Troy scrambled away from over Donna's face to make room 
for him. He moved forward and released his hold on his dick in a desperate 
attempt to thrust it into her mouth. 

He never made it. The slit in his cockhead opened up and a big glob of semen 
shot out and landed with a splat beside Chuck's and Donna's grinding bodies. 
After that, his penis cut loose with a virtual geyser and spewed his hot cum 
all over the floor before his widespread legs. He pulled the skin of his 
peter up and down. Donna stared up excitedly, watching him until the last of 
his sperm had dribbled from the end of his cock, then closed her eyes and 
concentrated on the beautiful sensations shooting through her cunt as 
Chuck's penis slid in and out. 

Chuck was moaning louder, and his eyes were also closed as he bucked atop 
her, gyrating his hips faster and faster, pulling his big penis out, then 
plunging it back down again and again. 

"Aaahhh! OOOHHH! Uuunnnggghhh!" 

Donna could sense the youth's mounting excitement and she could feel his 
dick swelling up dangerously as it slid in and out of her cunt. She knew 
that Chuck was on the verge of orgasm. 

She gasped as his big dick plunged ever deeper into the depths of her pussy. 
"Chuck I. . . AAAHHH!" Donna gasped and her whole body tensed, then broke 
loose into a series of spasms. Her cunt muscles squeezed down hard around 
Chuck's penis as she moaned in ecstasy. 

Chuck opened his eyes and stared down at her, a strained expression'on his 
face. He strained the muscles in the base of his cock to the breaking point, 
then quivered, and the dam in his balls broke. He closed his eyes. His penis 
jerked violently inside Donna's cunt. 

"Ungh! Aaaggghhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" 

Donna felt a sudden wet sensation deep inside her as his sperm spewed out 
the end of his dick. 

Chuck ground down atop her- His penis churned up and down and shot out glob 
after glob of sticky semen. 

Donna bucked up to meet his thrusts and looked happily at the beautiful 
expression on his face. She savored the feeling of his penis sticking down 
inside her, pushing against her cuntal walls, spewing forth his thick boy 
cream, and she knew that this, at last, was happiness. 

Donna closed her eyes and listened to Chuck sigh softly from the pleasure 
she was giving him. She smiled, and, even as her orgasm burst within her, 
she prayed silently that this moment would go on repeating itself forever. 


THE END
