glow that spread through their striving bodies. Carol almost forgot about young They in the ecstasy of her orgasm and the peace that followed it. She was forced to remember abruptly when Joyce sprang up from the floor and threw open the door. Carol screamed with tenor. Joyce wheeled about and stared wide-eyed at her new feminine sex partner.
'What on earth is wrong with you?' Joyce gasped, taken aback by the look of honor on Carol's usually calm face. 'Can't I go to the bathroom?'
Carol jumped up and ran outside, looking down the hall both ways, her eyes wild for a moment. When she realized that Joey was nowhere.to be seen, she relaxed and sucked in her breath as if she had almost passed out. Joyce stared at her for a while.
'I… I thought I heard somebody outside!' Carol stumbled.
'There's not a soul out here, Carol,' Joyce said, waving her hands around her head. 'You're just nervous, darling. Perhaps another little session in that lovely warm bed would calm you down a bit,' Joyce said as she walked to the bathroom at the end of the hail.
As soon as Joyce had closed the door behind her, Carol ran downstairs, still stark naked. She looked wildly about for Joey. When she noticed
that his trunks were missing from the floor where he had left them, she felt slightly more secure, knowing that he had left the house and could not be discovered by his mother. She wondered if perhaps the spectacle had been too much for even a horny young initiate like Joey to take. She shook her head and ran back upstairs for more lesbian fucking with Joey's mother.
CHAPTER NINE
Carol dialed the Mastersons' number and waited patiently, waited for her young lover to answer the phone. She had driven by the Masterson house a few minutes earlier and had seen Joyce and Al
drive away. Joyce had waved at her as if she hadn't seen her in a while. Carol had wondered if Joyce had told her husband about their wild afternoon of lesbian fucking the day before. Carol. had thoroughly enjoyed herself, although she still needed They and his eager young innocence to make her sex life complete.
She had to talk to the boy and discover what effect the spectacle of his mother and her wild antics had on his conception of what was proper in sexual activity. She had all kinds of delicious ideas cooked up for him, ideas that she dared not mention even now, even after their weeks of abandoned sexual activity. She was beginning to have eyes for Joey's young brothers, especially 'Michael, the Mastersons' eighteen-year-old. She wondered if she could catch Michael in her tender trap and hold him as fast as she held his older brother. She heard a voice on the other end of the line, a voice other than Joey's but a youthful voice.
'Is Joey there?' she asked with a sweet voice.
'He's still at school. He's practicing his dives. He'll be back in a few minutes,' the voice replied.
'Is this Michael by any chance?' Carol sang, reaching between her legs and scratching at the crotch of her dampening panties.
The boy had such a sweet and innocent voice that Carol couldn't help feeling her cunt melt with desire. She tried to imagine that the young man was with her, standing beside her while she slowly drove herself crazy by working her eager fingers over the barely concealed cunt that Joey. had learned to worship. She needed Joey now, needed
his hard dripping dick, needed his smooth gentle body, needed his glittering blue eyes, needed his youthful grin, needed his innocence, needed above all his willingness to subjugate himself to her feminine chains. But if Joey was still practicing those silly dives of his, perhaps she could interest young Michael in some of the same activities that Joey had taken to so eagerly. It was dangerous, of course, dangerous in the extreme. But that made it even more exciting. As she silently prepared herself for her onslaught, she felt the little surges of fear that had always been somehow associated with sexual pleasure since her rape by her father years before. She felt the little tuggings of fear that spurred her on to even more dangerous and wicked sexual delights.
'Yes, this is Michael,' the boy's sweet young voice said. 'Who's this?'
'This is Carol Chambers,' Carol replied.
'Oh, hi, Miss Chambers!' the boy said.
'I wanted Joey to come over if he could and help me… move some furniture. It's much too heavy for a girl,' she crooned.
'Well, he isn't here right now. Maybe I could help. I'm pretty strong,' the boy said eagerly.
'That would be wonderful! There isn't really much to move. Just a few things. Are you sure you don't have anything else to do?' she asked, her cunt running with thrilling sensations.
'No, Miss Chambers. I was just watching television. There's nothing much to do around here right now. Nick and Brad are gone someplace so I can't play ball or anything. I'd be glad to help you,
Miss Chambers. When do you want me to come over?' he asked.
'I want you now! Right now!' Carol said, gasping as a hot surge raced up her twitching cunt. 'I mean, I… I'd like you to come over as soon as you have time, darling,' she said, hoping she hadn't scared the boy off by her seductive tone of voice.
'Sure. I'll be right over, Miss Chambers,' the young kid said, a trace of hesitation in his voice.
Carol assumed that Michael had detected something unusual in the tone of her voice, something that he probably hadn't heard in a woman's voice before. He seemed like a sensitive and intelligent boy. His sensitivity made him even more desirable as far as Carol Chambers was concerned. She could hardly wait to get her hands on the kid.
Carol didn't know how to approach the boy. She knew that she would have to decide how to mount her sexual attack in a hurry. It was a short run from the Masterson house to hers. Her cunt was terribly hot and itchy. She knew that she would have to fall upon the boy like a beast of prey. She had to fuck him and she couldn't wait for preliminaries. Her hot gash positively seethed with excitement. She was working herself into a wild sexual frenzy. But it was more than mere sexual tension that spurred her on to the dizzying heights of sexual depravity; it was emotion, too. She longed to hold the trembling eighteen-year-old boy in her loving arms, longed to soothe him, longed to whisper calming words in his ear, longed
to enfold him in a comforting blanket of soft feminine flesh.
By the time Carol heard Michael's gentle tapping at her patio door, she was ready for anything her lust-crazed mind might think up. She walked seductively to the door, sliding it open and confronting the slender young boy with a lovely smile on her face..
'Come in, Michael dear,' she cooed. 'Are you sure you're able to do the job, darling? You're awfully young…
'The job? Yeah. I guess, Miss Chambers,' Michael stumbled, not knowing what to make of the way Miss Chambers looked at him.
Michael had never in his life seen anybody look at him like that. But he had seen his mother look like that at his dad a few times. It was at those times that they had managed to get rid of him. He had a pretty good idea of what they were doing when they looked at each other like that. He had heard about fucking, and he figured that his parents screwed all the time, although they sure were secretive about it. But surely Miss Chambers couldn't be looking at him that way!
Carol led the boy into the living room, being careful to perform her cultivated wiggle of her shapely butt. She was wearing only a simple house dress at the moment, a dress that she knew she could get out of in a second or two. She wore no bra beneath her dress, only panties, which by now were moist with the free-flowing juice of her horny cunt. The way she moved beneath her thin dress she knew that not even a boy as innocent as young
Michael could ignore her womanly charms.
'Where's the furniture you want moved, Miss Chambers?' the boy asked, looking at her strangely.
'Furniture? Oh, yes, the furniture! Well, Michael, dear, you could move the settee over to this side of the room. That is, if it's not too heavy for you,' she smiled, her eyes racing up and down the boy's handsome young body.
'Shucks, Miss Chambers, it's not too heavy. I can move heavier stuff than that,' the boy said, apparently proud
