make the punishment that much more difficult for him to take. 'Well?' she said. 'Well, don't you have anything to say for yourself? Are you just going to stand there and be ashamed? Is that it, Jack? You're ashamed because you're so nasty and stupid like an oaf?' The teenager nearly burst into tears as he ran from the Tib-bleton household. Had his feet not been carrying him so quickly back to his delivery truck, he'd have seen the blonde teenage bride standing at the window watching his ass cheeks run away while she laughed at him out loud. She enjoyed having just one person to humiliate, and the grocery boy served well as some sort of whipping post and scapegoat for her own psyche.
On another similar occasion, after she'd scolded him for something minor like not wiping his feet off before he stepped on her freshly waxed kitchen floor, she added insult to injury by taking him aside in the corner of the room. She backed him up against a cupboard and put her hand down between their bodies. It was a moment that the lad dreamed of, longed for, in some sense or other, and he knew full well that Mrs. Tibbleton was tempting him very close to the line over which he would only regretfully cross on his own. Her fingers were less than an inch from his crotch, and her fifties were fully pressed close to his face. If he had had the nerve to take a deep breath, he'd have pressed up against her just by filling his torso with fresh wind. She stood there with her hand close to his cock, nearly touching it, and then backed away. Sure enough, just the proximity of her young supple body near his had brought his cock to attention. 'Look at you,' she said, 'cowering there like a scared pussy cat. Are you chicken, Jack? Is that it? Are you a little chicken shit boy? What is it, Jack? Afraid to come to Janet with your real feelings?' She hesitated and then changed her voice. 'Of course you're afraid. Because you think only rotten dirty things, you stupid ugly adolescent. You have no idea what's pretty in the world and you come here with your filthy notions of how to deliver groceries to a married woman. Isn't that right, Jack?!' He took a deep breath and finally stood up to her; 'You have no right to say those things to me, Mrs. Tibbleton. I may be a little younger than you are, but I have feelings, too.'
'Of course, you do, Jack,' said Janet, coming up close to him. 'Of course you have feelings.' She put her arm around his shoulder. He was shaking like a frightened beast. 'It's just that your feelings, Jack, are not very natural. They're strange. Jack. You get a boner, don't you, just from thinking about me sometimes. Isn't that right, little Jack?' She caressed his face and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. 'You think nasty thoughts and you get a nasty little hard-on. Isn't that right?'
He blushed severely and didn't know what to say. She was confusing him. He didn't think that getting a boner was a bad thing to do, but he liked her in an innocent enough manner and passionately enough that if thinking that it was nasty would make her happy, he would do that. 'I don't think it's nasty,' he said, risking everything in one quick sentence. 'I don't think it's nasty at all. I think you're beautiful and it turns me on to see you.' With that he ran again from the house. This time Janet didn't laugh about the boy as he left. She knew he'd come into his own.
She quickly picked up the phone and dialed the market. Before Jack even returned to the store the order was ready for him, one bag of carrots, to the Tibbleton household. Jack begged his manager that he be excused from that delivery, but his boss said that Janet Tibbleton specifically said to send 'that very nice boy Jack back' to her house with the delivery, that 'no one else would do.' Reluctantly, fearing the worst, Jack picked up the bag of carrots and made his way back to Janet's address. He paced outside the door, considered leaving the parcel and ringing the door bell and running. Janet watched from the window as the young man tried to come to terms with himself. She wondered what he'd have decided had he known right then that she stood completely nude on the other side of the door. Luckily for them both, Jack decided to deliver the package in person. He rang the bell, and before his eyes even registered the warm glow on Janet's face and her fresh nude body, her titties and her naked cunt and her long smooth legs, he blurted out: 'Here's your package, Mrs. Tibbleton and don't you treat me rotten any more!' When his brain finally accepted the image of what his eyes had instantly perceived, he muttered: 'Oh, God. Oh, God.'
'Jack,' murmured Janet, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the house before any neighbors might see that she stood there in the buff, 'it's time that you and I decided to get along a little better.'
'Oh, God,' moaned Jack. 'I, ah, oh. God.' He stood there trying not to look, trying to avoid seeing the beautifully gently heaving chest full of mammary flesh, the lovely damp pussy. He averted his eyes and leaned against the door which had been slammed shut and locked behind him. 'I don't know what to say, Mrs. Tibbleton. I don't know-'
She took him by the chin. 'Look at me,' she said. 'Look at me. Jack.'
He looked her in the eye. 'You're beautiful,' he said. 'You're really beautiful.'
'Now, now,' she said, 'take it easy and we'll have a little fun together. Isn't that what you really want?'
He looked down her body and then at her face. 'I hope you're not teasing me again.' He sensed, though, even as he said this last, that she was no longer teasing him, that she was willing to gratify his sexual needs and his terrible lust for her. 'Sorry,' he said, 'I know you're not teasing, but you've treated me awfully-'
'That's all in the past,' she said, unbuttoning his shirt. 'I was just amused by you before, playing my little games.' She rubbed her smooth palms under his shirt and up along his young shoulders. 'I wanted to know if you were really interested in me, or if you were just trying to get some sex from a poor young housewife.' She smiled and started on his belt. 'You know how it is, young Jack. There are lots of men not so nice as you who want a girl to do things for them and then they don't care about the girl at all.' She had his belt undone and she was stroking his cock, manipulating his virgin meat up and down between her long fingers. 'Do you understand that I was just testing you, young Jack?'
'I guess so,' he said. 'But-'
'No more buts about it. My husband will be home in an hour so we don't have much time. You are a virgin, is that right?'
He nodded shamefully.
'Now, now, we're going to take care of that right now,' she said with a gleeful smile. 'I was once a virgin myself,' she said. 'Not so long ago, as a matter of fact.' She indicated to him that he should remove all of his clothes. 'We can't get into bed with our shoes on now, can we?' he shook his head, smiled broadly and quickly removed all of his clothes entirely.
'Good,' she said. 'That's much better.' She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She had him lay on his back. It was, for Janet, like having her own special flesh dummy with which to do everything she wanted. But she really did like the boy, and she liked the idea of having someone young to teach everything she knew. Of course, she'd have to pack all of the lesson into one or two quick fucks, but that was better than no fucking at all.
'First things first,' she said bowing down over the boy's joint. 'I'm going to give you a little header. Do you like that idea?'
'Well, yes,' he said. 'Sure.' He watched young Janet Tibbleton take her lips to his mushroom head. He was already quite hard and she had no trouble at all getting a good firm hold with her sealing lips on his mushroom crown. She stroked her mouth up and down around the head of his cock. 'Now,' she said, taking the young prick muscle out of her face, 'I think you should do a little tasting in my cunt, just to be sure you know what that is all about. O.k.?'
'Sure,' said Jack with a big smile. 'Good,' said Janet. 'I'm glad to see you know what that is.' She lay back and spread her legs and Jack leaned tentatively down to her pussy. He splayed his tongue out and licked a couple of times at Janet's hole. 'You have to get the clitoris. Jack. Do you know what that is? The clitoris?' The boy had heard of such things, but he did not honestly know for sure what it meant, where it was, and what purpose it served. But he didn't want to risk a scolding so he nodded his head and pushed his tongue further onto the mound of Janet's pussy. 'Oh,' she moaned, 'do you ever know what a clit is! That's perfect!' He accidentally hit the clit on the button, and having discovered this little disk of flesh and its ability to go erect, he would never again doubt his knowledge of it. He smiled in his heart to have been so lucky. He lapped at the clit muscle several times in a row and knew that he was well on his way to losing his virginity. He started to loosen up, too, using his hands to stroke Janet's splendid thighs, his fingers to knead her loins. He reached up to her titties and kneaded the flesh there. 'Well,' she sighed, her chest beginning to heave with desire, with real lusty passion, 'I guess even a virgin knows some of the tricks that make a woman hot, hey, Jack?'
He continued to do what came natural to him. He worked her tittles up and down and pressed his tongue along the edges of her hungry twat hole. He used his hands to manipulate her thighs and her breasts and to rub her stomach. Before long he could sense her aroused passions, her well-developed heat. He noted the fact that her breath was coming faster, that her titties had turned a deeper red and that her face was flushed. He even thought he saw a bit of perspiration on her lovely upper lip. But most of all, he observed that her hips were swaying up and
