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"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 of his youthful strength.

"Yes, Michael, I can see that you're a strong boy. Someday you'll be quite a prize for some girl. You're a very good-looking boy, so handsome, so tall. You are tall for your age, you know," Carol punned, undressing the kid with her lovely mysterious eyes.

"Gosh, Miss Chambers, thanks," Michael said, his voice a bit weak.

The way Miss Chambers was looking at him was driving him nuts, scaring him in a way he'd never been scared before. It seemed that she could see through him, that she could read his mind or something. There was something about that look that struck him as naughty. He wished she wouldn't look at him that way. He quickly looked away from her and all but ran over to the settee, getting behind it and pushing it to the place she indicated. She didn't seem too concerned with the settee, and still she kept looking at him that way. His discomfort grew and grew.

"Is this all right, Miss Chambers?" Michael

asked, looking down at his feet, feeling embarrassed for some reason.

"What? Oh, yes, that's just fine, darling. You moved that so easily, Michael. I tried to move it myself and hurt my ankle dreadfully. I think I turned it in the process," Carol said, sitting on the settee and taking off her shoe.

"Me you okay?" Michael asked, looking at her foot, which she rubbed gently.

Michael thought Miss Chambers had awfully pretty feet, so soft-looking and so dainty, just like his mother's. While she rubbed her ankle, she raised her dress up past her knee. Michael couldn't help looking up her dress. He hadn't seen what was hidden under a lady's dress before. His mother never raised her dress very high, at least not when he was around. And there was something about the way Miss Chambers raised her dress that made him stare at her. It was as if she actually wanted him to look. But that was impossible!

Carol realized that she was catching the young boy's interest with the increasing exposure of her lightly tanned silken leg. She had found it easy to attract the attention of the Masterson men. They all seemed to have an innate interest in fucking. All they needed was a bit of a push in the right direction. Someone had to give them that push, Carol decided, and it might just as well be her.

She raised her dress up well past her knee, exposing more than a proper expanse of naked feminine flesh. She continued to massage her ankle, soothing a nonexistent pain. She gazed at the bay imploringly with a look that could only

evoke the deepest sympathy.

"My ankle really hurts dreadfully, Michael. Do you think you could rub it for me? You have such sensitive-looking hands. Perhaps you'll become a doctor when you grow up. Perhaps you have the healing touch, darling. Will you massage my poor ankle, Michael?" Carol asked, looking her irresistible best.

"I dunno, Miss Chambers," the frightened young lad said. "Do you really want me to?"

"Of course, dear," Carol replied. "Can't you see I'm in terrible pain? Doesn't your mother massage you when you hurt yourself?"

"Gosh no-not very often anyway!" Michael said, looking down at his feet.

"But she has done it?" Carol asked, noticing a peculiar nervousness in the young boy's manner. "What's the matter, Michael? Does it bother you to talk about being massaged? I wonder why?"

"Oh, heck, nothing, n-not really." The boy stuttered, beginning to shuffle his feet, unable to look the lovely woman in the eye.

"We'll have to get to the bottom of this later, Michael my dear. In the meantime would you please rub my foot for me? Come on now, Michael, be a gentleman. A lady in distress you know," she smiled.