"Auntie with the hots" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER FOUR

It took Beth three solid drinks to even think about the possibility. It took her another whiskey and soda to get dressed in what she considered a sexy outfit and put on a little eye-shadow and make-up. Then she phoned Doctor Barnaby's office and insisted on being seen that morning. The secretary squeezed her in after juggling the appointment schedule. Then Beth made her one last whiskey and went shakily to the car to start the air-conditioner. She didn't want to arrive at Doctor Barnaby's office all sweaty and wilted.

She wasn't even sure what she would say when she confronted the young, handsome M.D. All she knew was that she had problems. Plenty of them. And Phil Barnaby had given her a sympathetic shoulder to cry on once. She and Cal had been out at a party and Phil and his wife had joined them for conversation. Doctor Barnaby had asked Beth to dance. She'd been a little loaded. She'd started talking. About nothing at first but then the booze had opened those awful secret doors and she'd found herself quietly crying as Phil Barnaby had swung her around the floor, his blond hair brushing her face from time to time. She'd realized that evening that she really couldn't talk to her husband. About the things that counted. And part of the reason she couldn't confide in her very own man was that sex thing. If you can't fuck together, you can't talk together, she finally concluded. Yet she hadn't fucked Phil Barnaby. Maybe it was the fact he was a doctor. And that he had an obvious sexual appeal to any woman with two eyes. No, Beth decided. She'd only need one to pick up on Phil Barnaby's sex appeal. More important though she had to spill the junk that was collecting in her head. She had to spill it to someone. Maybe Phil could help her somehow.

By the time she got to the office building she could hardly park the Cadillac. She was winging on straight Scotch whiskey with a little melted ice to lubricate. She giggled crossing the parking lot, the dregs of her drink still in her hand.

"Maybe I don't even need to see a doctor," she sang. But she knew that as soon as she came down from her boozy flying that she'd feel even worse than when she'd awakened that morning. Something was in the air. She had the feeling that her husband was about to have an affair with someone. She'd always thought she was psychic. And while brushing her teeth, she'd felt that familiar urging. The male surge of desire. She hadn't been completely satisfying her husband lately. As if she weren't allowed to think, of her own satisfaction. But that was the way the world was set up. The boy got his goodies first. If the girl happened to luck out, fine. If not, tough titty. Beth giggled again. Her laughter sounded strange and unfamiliar. She didn't laugh much. And she did it always shocked her. Beth put her empty glass in an ashtray in the lobby.

The receptionist gave her a look that said she could smell the booze on her breath.

"Won't you sit down please?" the girl said. "The doctor is running over a few minutes this morning."

Beth tried to read a magazine but couldn't focus on the page, let alone concentrate on what the words meant. She felt like giggling again. Then crying. She took a firm grasp of the chair arms and tried to pull herself together. She hadn't meant to get this sloshed. She'd only wanted to get enough guts to see somebody. For a moment she felt like getting up and getting the hell out of there. But when she stood, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror at one end of the waiting room. Drunk as she was she looked fine. Her expensive silken dress showed off her willowy form to its best advantage. She didn't look skinny now, just tastefully thin. Her small, high breasts were perfect. The receptionist was staring at her when she turned to find her seat again.

"Is everything all right, Mrs. Henderson?"

"Oh sure," she said, voice unnaturally high. "I'm just a little sloshed." She gave the girl a stupid grin and plopped back too hard into the seat. The door opened and Phil Barnaby was looking at her. Thank God he wasn't wearing a stethoscope, Beth thought. If he had been, she would have broken out laughing.

"Hi Phil," she said, wobbling towards him. Phil exchanged a look with his receptionist and stepped back to let her pass by him. Beth made it somehow and turned as he closed the door behind. Then she lurched into his arms with a sigh.

"Oh Phil, I almost didn't make it."

"Beth, it's a little early to hang one on, isn't it?"

"You don't know the half of it," she said, breaking into gales of laughter now that the tension in the waiting room had passed. She clung to the slim doctor's body. He felt so warm and good. So understanding. At least she didn't feel obligated to him physically like she did with Cal. Phil would understand all that, wouldn't he?

"Why don't you tell me about it."

"Sure. Love to." The room spun. Beth felt that she was getting drunker instead of more sober. She almost fell trying to get to a chair. Then Phil helped her up onto the examination table and sat there with his arm around her waist.

"I usually don't give such personal attention to my patients," he joked, "but you're a fiend. And a good dancer to boot."

"Phil, ohhh God am I drunk."

"You don't need a doctor to find that out."

"It's because I'm so miserable. Cal. We don't make love. We've never made love. I know, I've got a twenty-year-old daughter. That was a miracle. Virgin birth. Right out of the blue." The room swam again and she had to clutch at Phil. She found herself clutching his thigh.

"Hey, slow down. I'd need a tape recorder to get all of this."

Beth went over things as carefully as possible. She even started putting, in the details. Like how huge her husband was. How she'd measured him once. An honest ten, and a half inches. And there was something wrong with her which even made it worse. There was no way in hell that her husband would ever be able to have sex with her. And now he was about to do something to break her heart.

"Adultery isn't the end of the world," Phil said, rubbing her back gently. She had collapsed with her head in his lap and he was petting her, talking quietly to her.

"I do everything he wants," she went on, still sobbing. "I do it to him with my mouth. But last time he got too rough. He choked me half to death." Beth was surprised to feel Phil Barnaby's crotch tighten. Maybe it was the way she'd been rolling her head around and talking all this nonsense. But she'd thought that doctors were different somehow.

"Hmmmm," he said at last, making her sit up again. "I think we'd better take first things first."

"Oh Phil, what am I going to do?"

"You're going to have a pelvic examination for a starter." He started for the door. "I'll call the nurse to get you ready."

"Oh, Phil, I don't want a woman in here with me." She clutched her dress. She could see that he really did have a hard-on. A beautiful hard-on. Beth knew that she always liked a man's cock as long as it was inside his pants. No, that wasn't quite right either. She found herself wondering about Phil Barnaby. She imagined he had a nice slender cock that would fit perfectly into her vagina. God, she sure was drunk.

"You met Barbara. I don't see why…"

"No!" Phil appeared momentarily irritated. Then he smiled and shrugged.

"All right. Take off your dress and panties and get on the table. If were going to do it like this, I guess you don't even need a gown."

It took Beth a little fumbling around but she managed at last to get onto the table and put her legs in the metal stirrups. She felt so vulnerable. Though she'd never been the least bit sexy in a doctor's office before, the liquor had worked wonders. She felt a warm glow between her legs. Maybe it was seeing her doctor sexually excited by her presence. And he had been! It was more than happened with Cal. He treated her like mouth for his cock. A convenient hole to pump his cream into. Phil Barnaby entered the room with a tray of instruments. Beth blushed furiously. Phil put the tray down and turned to look at her.

"Perhaps I should have made you wear a gown after all. You're a very lovely woman, and I think your husband is a fool." His face showed that he'd said too much. Beth felt that he was trying hard to maintain a patient-doctor relationship. She moved her hips on the table. Her inner surfaces were very oily and hot. The months of frustration, of not being able to come really good were clearly showing now. Yes, she wanted to be examined. So someone else on the planet would know her problems.

"This might be a little cold," Phil said leaning down between her legs. The sight of him gazing right up her pussy made Beth giddy. He touched her hair fringed labia and parted them slightly so the instrument would fit in. She trembled and moved her ass in a slow circle. She could feel her juicy folds open. A droplet of lubrication slid down one ass cheek. Phil cleared his throat. His fingers were shaking.

As the hard metal went into her hole, Beth let out a sigh. She'd been ashamed to use anything on herself. Even her own finger. But now it was all okay. It was a doctor doing it. The metal slid easily into her depths. She rocked her hips, unable to keep still now. Deep… soo deep! Why couldn't a man's cock do that? Her husband's cock…

"Ohhhhh," she gasped. "It feels so strange."

"Try to hold still," Phil said, fingers trembling more than ever.

"I… I can't. Ohhhh Phil, you don't know what it's like to have something going inside me!" She bit her bottom lip. Her fingers were squeezing at the edge of the examination table.

"Yes," he said in a doctorly tone. "You are somewhat smaller than normal. It could be a hysterical reaction. Something psychological. I see no abnormal growths. Your body is perfectly normal in every other way. There's no reason…"

"Uhhhhh," she moaned, pumping her hips with abandon. A tingling glow spread quickly through her pubes and down both thighs. Her belly heaved as she tried to keep control and couldn't.

"I'm going to spread you a little now," Phil said. He sounded very tense. "To see just how much expansion you've got."

"Nhhuuuhh! Ohhhhh, Goddamn!"

"Are you in pain, Beth?"

"Nhoooo. Feels good… wonderful!"

"I'll try and get this over with as soon as possible." Phil sounded like he was coming unglued. She didn't want him to feel like that. She wanted him to…

"Phil. Do it to me!"

"Beg pardon?"

"Make love to me! Right here! Right now!"

Phil had just expanded the instrument to stretch her soft tube to its fullest. The sensation was of having something like a cock inside her. But not quite. She thought of the hard lump she'd seen in her doctor's pants. Why couldn't he give her some of that. God knows she needed it worse than any medicine in the world.

"Beth… my God, I can't do something like that." He slipped the instrument out of her.

Beth pushed herself up and got her legs out of the metal stirrups. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. Her thighs were still parted and the darker inner membranes swelled out with glistening invitation. She could smell her clean, musky perfume too. The aroma that rose from her whenever she felt like this.

"I don't need a prescription," she sighed, putting his hand down against her. "I need affection. Love. I need you."

"Goddamn," Phil interrupted. His finger had just slid down her crevice. She saw him pull it back. His knuckles glistened with her juice. He turned toward the door.

"Look at me!" she cried, pumping her ass up and down on the table. "You said I'm beautiful and desirable. Don't you want to do it?"

"That's not the point," he said, coming over. He stayed just out of her reach. "I'm a medical doctor. This would be…"

"It would be exactly what I have to get. Or I'm going to lose my mind." She caught his hand again and pulled him close. She could see that Phil wanted her. He was shaking hard. She unzipped his fly and dug frantically. He continued to stand there by the examination table as she fished his hot, moist prick out into her palm. It wasn't anywhere near as big as Cal's. It didn't scare her. It was quite a bit more slender and not so thick. She moaned and put her tips against the blue-tinged glans. Phil tried to say something. Instead he just petted her head with both hands.

"Ohhh, I want it! I want it bad!" She covered his cocktip with feverish kisses. She saw that a little of her lipstick had become smeared on the white, veined shaft.

"I don't know what to say," Phil stammered. She had both her hands on him now, sucking and kissing.

"Don't say anything. Just give me what I need!"

Beth's heart danced when she saw him reach to the intercom and thumb the button.

"Hold all my calls, Barbara. I'll be in private consultation for a little while." He locked the door and came over to her again. His fingers trembled so badly that he couldn't get his belt undone.

"Ohhhh hurry!" Beth whined, pumping her trim, boyish hips up and down. Phil turned the fluorescent light out. But it still smelled antiseptic and fresh in the small room. Beth didn't care what it smelled like. Anyway her musky pussy was changing everything very quickly. Phil had his pants off now. She loved the way his blond pubic curls framed his balls and cock. She opened her legs for him and he moaned and kissed her pussy. She would've liked more of that but she wanted to come with a cock in her.

"You're so beautiful!" Phil whispered, kissing her chin and cheek. Then their mouths were pressing hard together. She sucked at his tongue like a wild animal. He felt of her breasts tenderly and then more urgently. She could tell that he was admiring the firmness, the smallness of them. Phil's wife had big ones. Maybe a guy liked a little variety. He pulled one gently between his teeth and began to feast on the nipple. She arched her back and let him feel her nails at the nape of his neck.

"Yuuhh, Phil!"

Her fingers grasped between his thighs. She could feel the heft of his prick. It was so hot and hard. She'd always shied away from a man's organ before. Why was she so ready this time? Except for the fact that he was a little smaller. And he was a doctor. Her juiced overflowed again and she jacked the skin of his cock up and down, pulling him closer. His cocktip fit into her swollen crevice and a surge of juice dripped down her bottom and onto the table.

"You are small," he breathed, not sounding at all like a doctor now. "So I have to be careful."

"Just do it to me! Just fuck me!" She bit his ear as he pushed his hips forward. His cocktip seemed to be stretching her, pushing her plump halves apart. Her hole opened and then closed back against the smooth, streamlined shape of his glans. The smack of her juices being smeared over his flesh made Beth shiver with want.

"I don't want to hurt you," he insisted, holding back now.

"Ohhh God! Do it! Just shove it in!"

Phil eased forward again. Her hole spasmed, forcing the hot tip back. She dug her nails into the meat of his ass and growled. Phil seemed uncertain as to what to do. He tried to force his glans through the muscular ring. Her juices were flooding out now, dripping down his shaft. Beth rubbed the lubrication in with her fingertips as she kept jacking his shaft to keep him against her, to keep him wanting her. It had to work! It just had to!

"Ohhhhh, I want to be fucked so bad!" she cried, her black hair flailing over the table as she tossed her head in frustration. She sucked her belly in sharply under her ribs as if to pull the doctor's cock up into her body that way. But still her muscles wouldn't relax.

"You're still afraid," Phil said against her ear. "Something in your head is lighting me."

"Then fight back!" she cried. "Rape me! If it's the only way just go ahead and rape me!"

"I might hurt you."

"Damn it Phil, don't be afraid of hurting me. I've been hurting all my life. I'd rather be hurt by your lovely cock than die without knowing what it was like."

She dug her nails into his ass again, then slipped her fingers around to pull at him. Phil began to press forward harder. Her muscles tightened, guarding the door to her virginity. She felt ashamed and sorry. She had no cherry to break and yet it seemed harder than was normal for any woman to receive a man.

"Yes!" she cried, feeling the pain now as his glans bulged with excitement. He was wedging the slickened shape deeper into her hole! Her muscles were being forced back. Her dripping vulva pulsated with a tinge she couldn't describe. She bucked with jerking, spasmodic movements as he gritted his teeth and tried to drive into her. Then the pain made her feel faint and there was a popping, sliding sound.

"God, it's so tight!" Phil grunted. "You're strangling the head of my cock off. But I'm inside now."

"Ohhhhhh shit!" Beth babbled, touching him in a dozen places at the same time. She petted his back, rubbed his sides, touching his pulsing cock and balls. Her palms cupped each of his muscled ass cheeks, petting them like separate animals. The pain was constant now. But she had the cock of a man inside her body! She had actually been fucked. Two inches worth. But fucked.

"Ohhhh God. Ohhhh Jesus, keep doing it Phil."

"You're so hot and tight inside… it's hard to keep from coming, Beth." He kissed her mouth hard. He was grinding his hips down hard against hers. But his cock had slipped only a little deeper since first forcing through the ring of muscles. She flopped her body under his, rubbing her hard, sensitive breasts up against his chest. He kissed her mouth again and again. The heat was rising in him. She could feel the tension in his groin.

"Don't come yet," she begged, working her ass against the table until her flesh squeaked on the plastic surface.

"Uhhhh… Beth, with you moving like that…"

"I can't help it," she sobbed, her head spinning. She kicked her slender legs into the air, crossed them at the small of his back. She rubbed him with her heels then, pumping her ass like a wildcat on the examination table. His cocktip wasn't hurting so much now. It was stretching the tissues around her hole, pulling everything up and down the entire length of her slit. Her clit bulged out to rub against something. But with Phil's cock only a little ways inside her, his body was too far back to give the needed friction. Beth touched the hot little finger herself and felt the fresh surge of excitement as she rolled it down into its own juices.

Phil had her ass in his hands now, shoving in and out. But his cock could slide only a few inches. She was clasping him like a python! Her juicy insides squeezed with steady spasms at the first three inches of his prick.

"Beth! God!"

"Ghhhuuuhhh," she sighed, rubbing her clit wildly now. The sound of her juicy folds being masturbated added to everything else. She bucked suddenly. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. Then Phil was pulling back. Pulling his cock out of her. The head slipped from her opening and the muscles closed down. A hot line of cum streaked up along her belly and bathed the underside of one breast. She had her fingers around him then milking and jacking. Phil moaned, holding himself up on hands and knees as the white cream jetted from his cock. It splatted down over Beth's belly and chest until both her nipples resembled pink cherries tipped with white. Her climax still burned with excitement. She'd come, but not completely. She felt like she could make it get even itchier and more maddening.

"I couldn't do it inside you," Phil apologized. He looked worried. "This is bad enough." Beth wanted to say it wasn't quite good enough. She kept still instead.

After Phil had helped clean her up and held her dress for her, Beth turned to him and pushed her willowy body against his.

"I want more. I've got to have more!"

"Beth, for Christ's sake."

"Meet me somewhere. It'll work. You almost got it in this time."

"But I hurt you. I know I hurt you."

"I don't care." Yes, it had hurt. It'd hurt quite a bit. And even now Beth felt that perhaps she'd been torn a little down there. But it was exactly what she needed. To fuck. To fuck until all, the trash in her head was pushed away. She pressed her face against his bare chest. "Don't you understand?"

"I'm a married man," he went on. "With a successful practice. I can't risk everything like this."

Beth stepped back and looked at him. She didn't know what to say. So she stepped quickly past him to the door.

"Beth, wait!"

"Oh go fuck yourself with that damned metal thing you put in me!" she spit and then she was rushing through the waiting room. When the receptionist asked her if she wanted to make another appointment she didn't so much as look around. She made it to the lobby of the building before she broke down. A man emptying ash trays looked at her.

"Hey lady, you okay?"

"Just fine and dandy," she sobbed, hurrying through the doors. The heat of the day hit her and she leaned against the building for a moment before going on. She drove from the parking lot to a park nearby. The cool shade was better for her state of mind and she began to calm down. But her pussy ached for something more than Phil Barnaby had given her. Not something bigger. Just something better.

He was walking alone, a tennis racket swinging easily in his hand. He had on white shorts, white socks, white shoes. His chest was bare and he had a happy, carefree expression. His sandy red hair was mussed and damp-looking. Beth thought that he probably smelled sweaty and wonderful. He looked all of fifteen.

"Need a ride?" she called from her window. The warmth of the park rushed through the air-conditioned air that streamed steadily from the little vents on the Cadillac's dash. The boy had stopped and was staring at her. He looked confused. As if no one had ever asked him that question. And Beth guessed it was likely that no female ever had. He took the gleaming white car in and the expensive dress she had on. She let him see her hand, see the expensive ring Cal had given her some years before.

"Well, do you want a ride, or don't you?"

The boy shrugged. "Why not?" He jogged across the asphalt and got in. "Neat car," was his first comment.

"Do you know a good place to go?" She was trembling like she had in Phil's office. She pulled the shift down to drive and moved off slowly. The boy hadn't heard her. "I said do you know a good place to go?" This time her voice broke.

"I don't know. What do you mean?"

"I I mean. What I want is…" She stopped, bit her lip.

"Hey lady, there's a stop sign."

"Oh yes!" She braked, looked both ways, started off again. "Would you like to drive?"

He touched his sandy hair in an off-handed way.

"I don't have a license."

"I could say I'm teaching you," Beth went on. The boy smiled, shrugged again.

"Sure."

It was better sitting there and watching the country go by. After a few minutes Beth realized that the youngster was quite skilled at manipulating an automobile. And when she'd suggested he take it out in the country, the boy had seemed eager to do that very thing.

"I guess I was lonely," she said, starting the conversation again. The boy just smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. "I get lonely a lot. Do you ever get lonely?"

"Sometimes."

"I'll bet you've got lots of girl friends."

"Not so many."

"If I was a girl your age, I'd want you for a boy friend," she said. Beth clenched her teeth. She had to take it easy. She was going to scare the poor kid off. She found herself staring at his crotch. The tight tennis shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. He had nice, muscular thighs that were covered with reddish blond curls.

They passed a sign at the entrance to the national forest.

"How far do you want me to drive?" he asked.

"This is fine. Why don't you take the next exit."

The car moved up the two-lane blacktop. There was a turn off ahead. Beth remembered picnicking there with Cal years before. She pointed it out to the youngster behind the wheel and he slowed obediently and guided the big car down into the tall pines. She had him park by the very last picnic table. Through the windows they could hear the stream tumbling over rocks. Beth reached over to turn off the engine.

"What's your name?" she asked, breathless from wanting him.

"Ronald. Most people call me Ron."

Beth wanted to say something but she couldn't think of how to begin. Finally she put a hand out and caressed the side of Ron's face. He stared at her, swallowed hard.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure. You smell good too." He reddened a little after this admission. Beth felt flushed too. How could she just come out and ask for it? How?

"Ron. Have you ever…" She cleared her throat. "Have you ever done it with a girl?"

"No ma'am." He looked scared.

"Would you like to do it to me?"

"Y-Y-Yes ma'am." He swallowed again. Beth put her cool fingers on his thigh and moved them up. Then she was undoing his shorts. The boy watched without touching her at all. She made him sit tip in the seat a little so she could work the white material under his ass. The sight of his jockstrap excited her past reason. Those little straps, that hot little bag all stretched out with young, warm cock.

A car came down the road and stopped at the far end of the campground. A man of about sixty got out and pulled on some rubber boots that reached to his waist.

"Don't worry," Beth soothed, petting the elastic bag of his jock. "He's just a fisherman."

"You sure he won't come down here?"

Beth took his face between her hands. "He won't come down." She kissed him softly. He didn't know how to use his tongue or lips at all. She kissed him again, teaching him. He got the idea quickly and let her suck his tongue between her teeth. The bag of his jockstrap swelled suddenly. Using both hands, Beth massaged it, urged it harder. The boy groaned softly and opened his thighs some. He liked that! She squeezed the pouch more, feeling the shape of his prick more clearly now. His balls squirted around in their slick sack when she closed her palms on them.

"I'm going to take this off now," she whispered, "if that's okay with you."

"Yes ma am."

"And stop calling me ma'am."

"Yes ma am." He tried to laugh. "I mean I will stop." He blinked rapidly. He looked as if he'd just gotten off a ride that had made him dizzy. Beth stretched the waist band out and down and looked at the white shape that straightened and extended itself Ron let her slip the jockstrap off. Now he was sitting there behind the wheel naked as a jaybird. The line of his tan stopped low on his belly. His groin and prick were white and delicate-looking. He was quite a bit smaller than Phil Barnaby. She pulled his foreskin back and saw that the bluish head was not more than half as big as Phil's had been. Then she bent slowly and placed her lips against the smooth shape. Cal had given her plenty of practice at this. But she'd grown to hate it with him. Now she loved it all over again.

"Ohhh, you're so beautiful," she breathed, tonguing him softly. The boy was holding his breath. Then she saw that he had a death grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white and he was trembling.

"Maybe I'd better not do too much of this," she said, reaching behind to undo her dress. She snaked it up over her head and allowed Ron to gaze at her bare breasts and smooth, white tummy. She threw a long leg over the back of the seat and motioned him with her head.

"There's more room in the back seat." Ron almost broke a leg following her over. She put his tennis racket on the floor and lay on her back with her thighs parted slightly. She didn't have time for much fooling around. She wanted what she'd almost had in the doctor's office. She wanted a hot, hard male cock pushed as deep as it would go into her body. She wanted that now!

"Gosh, you sure are pretty." It looked as if the boy was searching for something to call her.

"Mary is my name," Beth said.

"God Mary, I don't think I'm very good at this."

"You'll be fine." She took his cock in her fingertips and pulled him down. He bent forward on his knees. She lifted a breast to him and he began to kiss it.

"You can do it harder and it won't hurt me." The boy nuzzled the nipple, a little uncertain as to how to make love to a long tall woman in the back seat of her Cadillac. "Bite my tit a little mmmmmuhhh, yesssss!"

She had his cock and was pressing it against her open pussy now. The boy made a sound of surprise as he eased forward. The head slipped down her crevice. She knew how hot it must feel to him. How slick. She humped her back down into the leather seat so that her opening would line up with the angle of his cock. Then Beth prayed that it would go in easily. It did. The head seemed to open her muscles out without effort. And she seemed more relaxed now, as if the few moments with Phil had been a warm-up. She cupped her palms against the firm, young ass. Ron made a sound in his throat. He was really getting into chewing her nipple now. She told him with her movements that she liked what he was doing.

"Does it feel good to you too?" she whispered, throwing her thighs wider. The movement seemed to relax her. The dappled shade coming through the back window relaxed her too.

"Yes! God yes!"

"Tell me what it feels like?" she begged.

"Warm. No, it's hot! And so smooth. I didn't know a girl was like that inside." He growled and pushed his ass forward. There was a silky sound as his shaft pushed into her pussy. So easy! Beth wanted to laugh with joy. It was so damned easy now! She hugged Ron's tan back and kissed his salty neck.

"Ohhhh you're so wonderful. You're fantastic."

"I am?"

"Yes! You're the best I've ever had."

"Christ," he mumbled, not knowing how to respond to her adoration.

"It's getting really deep now!"

"Yeah. Really deep. Ohhhh, Jesus, I can't believe how nice it feels."

"Ohhh Ron, kiss me!" She tilted her chin up, opened her mouth. He met her lips and they sighed into each others' kiss. She stroked his back, tickled his sides with her nails. Then she was feeling his ass again, marveling at the way it moved as the young boy plunged in and out of her hole. She could clearly feel the sides of his shaft pushing through the ring of muscles that had kept most of Phil Barnaby out of her body. She was going to get all of this one though. She stretched her knees so far apart that a joint in her pelvis popped. Ron seemed spurred on by this surrender. He grasped her hips awkwardly and fucked energetically. His ass jerked forward burying his slender cock to the hilt. Beth gave a cry of pleasure and rocked her hips. Deep, deep inside her the velvet surfaces stroked his swollen glans.

"Stay deep like that," she babbled. "It rubs my clit."

"Clit?"

"My clitoris. Oh you darling!" She took his finger and guided it down to where her slit began. "That little bump. Feel it? Ohhhh yessss, you feel it now don't you?"

"Wow!"

"Not too hard Ronny!" She bit at his shoulder. He was deep, plunging in and out. She could feel everything! She could feel that tumid barb of his cockhead pushing in – stabbing and fucking her!

"Uh… ohhhhh Mary! Ohhhh shit, it's starting to feel so weird." She tensed, dug her heels hard into his ass.

"Don't come yet! Ohhh don't do it yet!" She began to work her slim hips with a feverish obsession. Almost immediately her clit was pulsing with the familiar tickle she knew. But it was better this time. Better than when her doctor had done it.

"I'm gonna do it! Ohhhh shit, I can't stop!"

Ron was really on his way now.

"Then do it, darling! Just do it!" She tossed her slender body around under him. She was surprised at her strength, at her vitality. She had lost her breath now as the tickle turned to a maddening, smothering ecstasy. She ground her pubes upwards against him.

"Yuuuhhhh!" Ron jerked. A shudder ran through him but he kept fucking. Fucking hard. The slap of his thighs against hers, the ramming penetration of his slender cock took her up into a swirl of light and fleshy sensations. Her breasts tickled. Her skin crawled with pleasure. They kissed. Then her clit seemed to explode. A second passed and it exploded again only more turbulently. The little nubbin felt blistered. She had her thighs thrown wide again as she see-sawed her ass so she could rub every little fold and hollow upwards against the frenzied fucking movements of the young boy. She felt her lungs fill with air and then she was screaming, kicking the roof of the Cadillac with both feet.

"Whhhuuuhhh!" Ron cried out, almost pulling the two of them off the seat.

"Nhhhhuuuh… ohhhh, darling baby!" Something tore and Beth saw that she'd put a heel through the Cadillac's headliner. The slick sucking slide of Ron's cock was like music to her. She crushed him to her, crying now, happy.

"Ohhh Mary, I never felt anything like that."

"God, me neither," Beth sighed. The hot cream was leaking out of her crevice now. She put a hand down to scoop some up and smell it. She wondered in the deep warmth of her lust whether she should be afraid of getting pregnant or not. She couldn't even remember when her last period had been. The passion of the moment had wiped out her memory. And what really did matter but hot, raw sex at a time like this?

"I can still feel you inside me!" she gasped. Ron's cock was shrinking some but it had a spongy tumidity left and with the added lubrication of his jizz, Beth was enjoying the sensation intensely. She knew that this was how sex was supposed to be. Almost as good afterwards as it was before a climax.

"You sure that guy is fishing and not peeking on us?"

She petted the boy's face. "If he looked, well he got an eyeful. I really don't care. Do you?"

"I guess not. It sure was neat." He hugged his arms tighter around her slenderness.

"Ronny, I want to tell you something. But keep it a secret. My name is Beth, not Mary. I guess I was afraid to use my real name. But I'm not anymore." She kissed his forehead. "You will keep it a secret, won't you?"

"Will we get to see each other again?"

"I think so. I'd like it very much." Beth's mind was spinning with possibilities. She didn't really know if a woman of her status and age could maintain an affair with a mere child. Young boys had a way of bragging. It wouldn't be Ron's fault. But eventually he would have to tell someone.

Then people would know that they were meeting in secret. It would get back to Cal somehow. The town wasn't that big.

But feeling him against her small breasts, feeling his cock still grasped firmly by her pubes made her almost faint with happiness. Ron's cock had been the perfect size. He was just what she needed. A cock that would fit, not hurt. A boy she wasn't afraid of. A young man like Ron was innocent and eager and without motive. Beth remembered the attitude Phil Barnaby had displayed. He was so holier-than-thou. Doctors were such petty little snobs anyway. So her doctor was a snob and her husband a beast. But she had Ron. At least for now.

"When can we get together again," he said. He was looking at her breast like he'd never seen one before. Beth considered the possibility that perhaps he hadn't. The sexual revolution of the sixties had been a short blast of hot air. Girls were as tight as ever with their bodies now. Or so she guessed anyway.

"I don't know. Give me your telephone number and I'll call you some evening."

"I live with my sister. But if I'm not there just leave a message." He stretched a little and eased his cock out of her body. He looked at the mess between her loins and looked at his own slickened, cum-smeared cock. "Just rubbing them together feels that good," he mused.

"And you rub it so good, smarty-pants," Beth laughed, mussing his hair. "You rub it so good."