"Yeah… I guess… so. I mean… I never really… thought of it that way."
Bill flushed in the darkness. At school he was brazen and bold, but here with an adult woman… alone… he was a stumbling idiot. And he had intended to be such a stud.
She wasn't really doing anything but he felt like his young prick was going to splash cum all over his plate he didn't move or talk or do something. But he couldn't! He wanted to see her eat the hot dog and groan to himself. He could almost feel her hot breath scorching up and down his own hard, beating cock as she licked and nibbled up and down on the hot dog.
Lora stuck the frankfurter into her mouth… sliding it in inch by inch. She had almost the whole fat, thick frankfurter in her mouth when she noticed his excruciating agony. She smiled to herself wickedly and pulled the slippery frank back out of her mouth.
"Feel the end of my hot dog," she commanded.
Feebly Bill touched where her saliva ran hot and thick on her frank.
"Now feel my nipple," she said, taking his hand and pressing it to her full, heaving breast.
"Now, isn't that about the same feeling?" she asked flatly.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh, noooooo," the kid moaned.
"Then I don't suppose you'd think eating a hot dog like I do could be a sexual experience either," she said nonchalantly.
"You don't wear a bra," Bill said in awe.
"Yes, I do, honey. It's just that the tips of the cups are cut out so my nipples have the freedom they want and need… and so that little boys can feel them whenever they want…"
"I'm not a little boy!" he protested vigorously.
"I know," she smiled, eyeing his crotch.
Bill shifted his plate and finally set the dumb thing down so she could not see his shaking hands.
The noise in the background seemed far away as the two sat on the couch.
"Have you ever fucked?" she asked brazenly.
She shoved the hot dog into her mouth and wallowed it around in her spit as, she waited for an answer.
"Sure! Sure I have. Only not really…"
His hands pushed at his crotch as he talked to her and watched her mouth the fat frankfurter.
The palm of his hand felt the violent beats of his young, eager cock as he tried to push the bulge down between his thighs.
"You'll only hurt yourself, darling. Let your cock pound. Now, you said you had fucked and yet you hadn't. How in the world did you manage that?"
She nipped on the tip of the frankfurter.
"I was headed into her snatch with my cock and I had a cum before I could get it in…" he muttered.
"Oh, what a shame. That really is tragic."
Lora slipped her frank in and out of her mouth lathering it with her slippery spit.
Bill watched the slippery, fat meat slide in and out of her mouth in sheer agony.
"Am I upsetting you? If I am, I'll certainly stop. I never really cared that much for frankfurters. I prefer the real thing in my mouth. A cock. Now that is an experience you should have. Can you imagine how warm and tight a sucking mouth would be around that beating cock of yours? It's a fantastic experience. Of course I don't have a cock, but I do know from the reactions of other MEN that they do like cocksucking. I suck cocks better than I eat hot dogs," she said and laughed.
She shifted her position on the lounge so that one of her knees was bent upwards as she lay on her side. Her skirt hiked up to her thigh tops and barely covered her snatch. She laughed and patted the youngster's thigh.
Bill was a trembling mass of burning flesh. First his eyes tried to see up under her short skirt, which was meanly in the way. Then he was so embarrassed he lifted his gaze and seemed to get hung up on looking at her breasts which clearly showed her rigid nipples poking against the flimsy lace blouse.
"How come I didn't see… before?" he asked, nodding at her rosebuds.
"Because the tips of the bra can be removed or replaced. I just sort of thought you'd like to see my nipples… and touch them… or suck them."
"Shit!" he groaned.
Lora rippled with excitement as she realized the youngster was teased and tormented to pulsating agony. She watched his eyes lower to the hemline of her skirt.
"If you slip your hand up under my skirt…" she urged.
"I can't," he said, looking over his shoulders to see who might be watching.
"They're all too busy to bother with us. Besides, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll just put my plate in my lap and nobody'll see where your hand is," she cooed. "You do want to feel, don't you?"
"I can't…" he whispered.
"Sure you can," she said.
She placed her hand warmly over his and put it on her rounded thigh.
"Hey, your cock's really beating," she whispered as she leaned forward and brushed her rigid nipples on his chest.
She kept her hand over his as she worked it slowly up her thigh. His sweaty hand burned through her flesh-colored nylons as she urged his hand closer and closer to her oozing snatch.
Teasing this young boy was driving her wild with lust for his thumping cock! The foreplay was fun and made her slit squishy and soft while her heart pumped wildly. No matter how difficult it was for her to maintain her cool, she was going to because she was going to fuck this kid tonight!
"See, baby, your hand's right at my hemline. Just a few more inches and you'll feel heaven"
She felt resistance in his hand but, she soon soothed his quivering nervousness.
"Just inches, honey. Slide your hand up. Go ahead! Nobody's watching! I've got my plate so nobody can see. Slide your hand up!"
Before he could move his fingers, she placed her hand under the paper plate and held his young hand in her oozing snatch.
He shook as he looked over his shoulders, afraid he would be caught with his fingers in Lora's twat.
She watched the nervous youngster as he told her he didn't mean to rip her stockings and he shook while he glanced nervously over his shoulders.
Lora was suffering painfully with a burning, blazing urge to throw her leg over his crotch and ride his cock! God, how she wanted his cock!
"You didn't rip them. They're made with an open crotch so I can piss without taking them off. God, your fingers feel good! Right on my clit! I like your hand in my snatch and against my clit. Do you like it?"
She flicked her nipple and pulled the rigid, rubbery rosebud through the lace so he could plainly see.
"I dare you to touch my nipple with your tongue," she teased.
"Oh, God! I'm gonnnnnnaaaaaacummmmmmmmm!" Bill shuddered.
"I dare you… I dare you… I dare you…" she tormented.
She saw his dark eyes gaze longingly at her nipple. When he leaned over her body to flick her nipple with his hot tongue she plunged her hand into his crotch and grabbed onto his rigid, pulsating cock and felt the fierce, strong beats!
"Jesus Christ!" he whispered sitting up like he'd been shot.
"Relax. Feel around my snatch for a while. Feels so good," she purred.
"I can't! I'm gonnnnnnaaaaaacummmmmmmmm! Right here!" he gasped.
"Your finger's not even all the way in my hole. Push your finger up my snatch! Feel my vaginal muscles clamp around your finger? Good, huh? Wish your poking finger was that throbber you have in your pants! Wow. Hey, that feels good to have your hand sliding around in my slit and pushing ringers up my twat. Hmmmmmm! And my clit's doin' flaps!"
Bill moaned softly as he caressed into her slippery twat and felt the silky smoothness of her tight, clutching cunt. A couple of his fingers slipped in the squashiness to her asshole.
"Hhmmmmm, I like that!" she whispered.
"Oh, my God," he sighed.
She was beautiful to his touch!
He groaned in torment.
Lora felt the same wonderful, beautiful feelings of desire surge through her body plus a lot of wild, wicked, vile, lusty cravins the kid didn't even know about! Her belly contracted as his fingers dug in her sopped twat! Her rigid nipples tingled with desire for more of his young, mouth! Her snatch clasped and spasmed in smoldering lust!