frenzy of lust over the doll. His balls throbbed visibly, squirming and pulsating as his enormous teenage prong plowed out the doll's tight, sucking cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against his chest, grinding down on top of her so hard that she was hardly visible under him.
Kathy could hardly stand up, she was shaking so hard. It had been more than fifteen years since she'd seen a boy fuck like this – long and hard and with intense feeling. Randy Chapman knew how to fuck, knew how to make even a rubber doll come alive with the probings of his cock. If Otto were lying on top of that doll – if such a thing were possible – he would thrust five, maybe six times and come, perhaps letting out a single grunt as the cum oozed from his six-inch, already-deflating cock.
I wish I were married to you, Kathy thought, her eyes gazing with painful lust at the panting, rutting, grunting teenager. I wish I were that rubber doll under you right now. I'd gladly give up my life and become that rubber mannequin if I could count on you fucking me everyday. She thrust her right hand up under her dress, clutching her swollen cunt through her panties. She slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and worked it into the slippery, burning furrow between her cuntlips. Her pleasure was so great she became faint.
'Ahhhhhh!' Randy Chapman bellowed. 'Ohhhhhhh!'
His head snapped back and his eyes rolled back as if he were dying. His body jerked as his jism spurted into the cunt of the rubber doll. The cunt of the doll overflowed and Randy's cock made loud, squishing sounds as his cum gobs rolled down the doll's crotch.
Kathy could see his balls and the root of his cock contract with each powerful ejaculation. She licked her lips at the sight of the juicy wads of teenage jism. She hadn't tasted male spunk in over fifteen years. In high school she'd been one of the hungriest cocksuckers around. Otto had never let her suck his cock.
Randy shivered with the last spasms of his orgasm and collapsed onto the doll with a groan. He humped slowly, gently, teasing the last flickers of pleasure from his cock and balls. Then he eased his cock out of the doll and rolled off beside her onto his back. His cum-drenched cock lay to the side on his loins, so long it curled over his hip. Its head was half covered by a thick, smooth foreskin. Veins bulged all over it. Even slightly softened, it appeared ten or eleven inches long.
Kathy gazed, unable to take her eyes off the boy's cock. She'd always gone crazy over big cocks – which is one reason she'd married Otto, who'd had a reputation for having the biggest cock in school. Otto's cock had turned out to be barely average. But Randy Chapman's cock was everything Kathy had imagined Otto's cock as being – huge and veiny and uncut. Tears of lust filled her eyes, blurring her vision. Her middle finger pistoned in her sizzling, contracting pussy. She felt fuck-pleasures all the way to her toes.
Randy sighed, stretching, pointing his toes, clasping his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes. If his cock had softened more, it hadn't shrunk anymore in size. Sprigs of fine blond hair bristled in his armpits. Sweat glistened all over his deeply tanned body.
Kathy almost screamed with lust. She could smell the boy, could smell his sweat, his cum. She could almost taste him. Her left hand reached out, reached forward into the room, aching to feel his cock, to stroke it, to squeeze it. Her right hand moved under her dress, her finger churning in her pussy, giving her such pleasure that her knees were ready to buckle under her. She moved out of the shadows, stood in the doorway.
As a cloud passed from in front of the sun, sunlight beamed through the window, drenching the relaxing boy with warm, golden rays. Kathy stepped into the room, her legs moving spontaneously, carrying her closer and closer to the object of her lust. The boy's eyes opened.
It was as if time stopped. Kathy froze, her heart lodged in her throat, a wave of paralyzing weakness passing through her body. The boy looked toward her, his eyes gazing through her as if she weren't there. Then his eyes seemed to focus on her, but his face remained expressionless, as if her sudden appearance was nothing out of the ordinary. Then he blinked, and a slow smile spread over his face.
'Come on in, housekeeper,' he said. He spread his legs and his cock swelled, throbbing up rigid and ramrod straight against his tanned belly. The tip of it reached nearly to his chest. 'I've been waiting for you, housekeeper. I knew you'd show up, sooner or later.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy almost came. She had to force herself to pull her finger out of her pussy, and she managed to just in time, at the last possible split second before her pleasure exploded and the waterfall of ecstasy washed through her body. She groaned as the near-orgasm sank back into her loins, but she was thankful she'd stopped jerking off in time. Her pleasure was just beginning. She wanted to prolong it as much as she could.
'I knew you'd show up,' Randy Chapman said. He shoved the sex-doll aside and off the bed. Then he centered himself on the bed, his legs spread, his hands clasped behind his head, his muscled, sweat-misted abdomen rising and falling under his throbbing, eleven-inch cock. 'I could tell by the way you looked at me yesterday you wanted me. All the horny ladies give me that same look when they wanna suck my cock. Take off your clothes. I wanna see your tits and ass and cunt.'
Kathy was speechless. Trembling too hard to utter a word, she undressed clumsily. The boy watched her, smiling at her shaking hands. Her panties came off first, and the boy told her to toss them to him. They fell on his cock, which flexed up nearly vertical when the silky, cunt wet panties touched it. He grabbed them and pressed them to his nose.
'Ohhh Jesus, I love that smell!' Randy sighed. 'You're a real juicy bitch! I love 'em juicy! Off with the dress!'
The dress came off over Kathy's head and her tits bounced into view. The boy's cock wiggled and danced with excitement.
'Turn around and show me your ass. Nice. Bend over and spread the cheeks. Let me see your asshole and cunt. Oh yeah, I like what I see! Now come over here and do what you want.'
Kathy had never been so excited. She'd fucked a lot of boys before she'd married Otto, had played a lot of sex games with a lot of boys, but she couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on. Maybe her excitement was due to her long years of deprivation and frustration. Or maybe it was just simply that Randy Chapman was the most exciting boy she'd ever met.
'I've seen you watching me through your front window,' the boy said. 'Been watching me for years, ain't ya? Been wanting me for years? Just like all the other ladies in this town.'
Kathy sat on the bed beside him. Her trembling hand settled on his smooth thigh, caressing.
'Randy!' she whispered, her throat parched. 'I want you!'
The boy flexed all the muscles of his body, making them stand out and ripple. His cock flexed up again, standing eleven inches tall, straight up in the air, thick as an arm. His balls were bigger than golf balls.
'I like getting licked and sucked – all over,' the boy said. 'Especially, I like getting my toes sucked, and my balls and nipples. And you can lick my armpits and asshole while you're at it. Once you get me nice and clean all over, you can suck my cock – if you can get it in your mouth!'
The boy's cockiness turned Kathy on even more. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues met for a moment, then he licked and bit her on the nose. His hand slipped down between her thighs and he wiggled his middle finger up Kathy's cunt. Kathy writhed, seeing stars. The boy pulled his finger out and sucked it clean.
'I love cunt,' the boy said with a smirk. 'If you're a good girl and do a good job giving me a tongue-bath, I'll eat out your cunt and asshole like they ain't never been eaten out before.'
Kathy's cunt contracted, spurting pussyjuice between her cuntlips. She slid down to the foot of the bed and started licking the boy's toes.
'Man, I love that!' The boy stroked his balls and massaged his cock as Kathy licked.
The boy's soles were black with street grime. He had the dirtiest feet Kathy had ever seen. She'd never seen him wear shoes. For as long as she'd been watching him skateboard past her house, he'd always been dressed the same, in a scanty pair of cutoff jeans and nothing else. He had the richest parents in the neighborhood but dressed as if a pair of cutoffs and a skateboard were all he owned. She sucked the dirt off his toes, licked under his toenails, licked between his toes and sucked each toe individually. Even his dirt turned her on.
Randy arched up, humping into his hand and jacking off, moaning with abandon.
