"Oh, Joey!" she cried softly. "Oh, Joey! Let me see your young dick. I want to touch it, darling. Would you like to see my cunt? Would you like to touch me there? See how wet it is? See how hot and hairy my cunt is, darling? Don't be afraid. Come closer, darling. I won't hurt you, Joey. Feel my cunt! Feel my luscious cunt! Lick it! Taste my hot cunt! Does it look like your mother's cunt, darling? Have you ever seen your mother's cunt? You'll love the things I'm going to do to you, Joey!" she heard herself say.
Carol was amazed to discover that she had fallen so deeply into the depths of her hot imaginings that she was whispering some of her thoughts out loud. Her hand continued to work against the hot red bud of her clitoris, driving her wilder and wilder by the second. She began to imagine young
cocks of all shapes and sizes, all poking at her from the groins of innocent young men who worshiped her, who would do anything for her.
She began to moan in the wild ecstasy of her sexual passion, wiggling uncontrollably. Her fingers fucked fast and furiously in her swollen gash. Her cunt twitched and ran with dew.
"Joey… Joey!" she moaned softly in the throes of her impending climax.
"Miss Chambers!" she heard a young boy's frightened voice say.
She opened her eyes and sat bolt upright in the chair, pulling her wet fingers from her cunt and wheeling around in the direction of the voice. It Was Joey, staring wide-eyed at his lovely neighbor lady.
CHAPTER THREE
"Joey! My God! What… what are you doing here?" Carol gasped, terrified at being discovered finger-fucking her exposed cunt so obscenely.
"Me? Uh…I…I just came over 'cause I
wanted to take a swim," the boy gasped, shocked terribly by the sight of Miss Chambers in such a wantonly displayed state.
"Swim? Yes… go ahead," Carol said vacantly, her eyes glassy, her hand over her lovely mouth.
She tried desperately to cover her exposed cunt without being too obvious about it. She knew perfectly well that the boy had seen her naked, gushing cunt and the nasty thing she was doing with it. Of course she had no idea how much the young lad knew about sex, but she was sure that he had discovered jacking off by now, especially since he had two eighteen-year-old brothers. She supposed that he knew or had guessed something about female masturbation, too.
When she thought of the things she had been moaning about him, she almost passed out on the spot. Had he heard her moaning his name? What could he possibly think and feel about her? She was terrified.
Without a word she jumped up and ran into the house, closing the patio door behind her. She left the boy standing there by the pool, still staring at the empty chaise in which she had been playing with her pink-lipped pussy only moments before. He continued to stand staring for a long time, apparently unable to move from the spot.
Carol hid her face in her hands and cried for a few moments. She almost screamed. Then she realized that she had to regain her composure. She would be lost if she allowed the incident to develop into anything greater. She had to be calm and she had to let Joey know that whatever he saw
or heard was of yew little importance. It would be business as usual.
With that goal in mind, she wiped the tears from her eyes and sauntered out onto the patio, finding the boy riveted to the place where she had left him. He seemed afraid to raise his eyes from the chaise, afraid to even acknowledge the luscious woman's presence. She walked over to him and put her gentle hand on his naked shoulder. She felt his young flesh shrink in fear when she touched him. She thought he would jump out of his skin. His eyes shot to hers and then down to the ground, as if he were afraid to even look at her after what he had seen and heard.
"Well, Joey," she said. "I suppose you know what I was doing. There's no point in hiding it. Now do you think there's any reason to make a big thing out of it?" she asked firmly.
"My God, Miss Chambers!" the boy almost cried. "I didn't! I didn't see anything! Really I didn't!"
"Come now, Joey, let's not be silly about this. I was playing with my cunt. You know what a cunt is and you know perfectly well that people like to play with themselves. That goes for women as much as for men like you," she said, refusing to let the fear in her show through in her voice.
"But I didn't see anything!" the boy cried, acting as if he wanted to run away.
"Of course you did! Don't be ridiculous! The point is that you are not to mention what you saw to anyone. Do you understand?" she asked sharply.
"Yeah. I mean… I guess I do. But.." he stammered.
"And as for what you heard-" she said, interrupted instantly by the boy.
"I didn't hear anything!" he said in a squeaky voice Nil of embarrassment and fear.
"Of course you did, Joey!" she said harshly, making him face her, putting her hand under his chin and forcing his boyishly handsome face upward, forcing his glittering blue eyes to look into hers.
She almost regretted facing the boy now. She felt what seemed like an electric shock through her body when she looked into his clear glittering eyes. She was suddenly seized by a lust so powerful that she could not resist it. She knew that she had to fuck the boy, now or later, but she had to fuck him. It might have been the lingering lust of her recently interrupted diddling that excited her so wildly. Or perhaps it was the way the boy looked at her, a pleading look, a look of tenderness, a look of willingness, too, willingness wrapped up in fear but willingness nonetheless. Whatever the source of her lust, she knew that it was destined to overpower her, destined to enmesh her and her boy in a net of passion, a net from which there would be no escape.
Carol knew in an instant that the boy suddenly realized something of the turn their relationship was destined to take. She felt him recoil from her hungry gaze, recoil in fear. She felt him trying to free himself from her gasp. She held his shoulder firmly.
"Now listen, Joey darling," Carol said intensely. "There's no point in denying that you heard me calling your name. Is there?"
The boy shook his head negatively. She thought he was about to break into tears of embarrassment.
"I have no intention of explaining myself to you, They. You must try to forget about this whole matter," she said in her best businesslike tone of voice. "Now you go right ahead and take that swim just as if nothing had happened, because, darling, nothing has happened! Nothing of any significance at any rate."
Even while Carol was speaking harshly to the boy, she felt her mind and soul melting with passion for the innocent young boy. She felt the warmth of his tender throat as she held it, saw the innocence of the boy's blue eyes as he gazed at her, felt his shirtless body close to her, trembling. She was suddenly conscious of her scanty attire, suddenly conscious of the fact that she must seem nearly naked to the poor defenseless nineteen year-old. She was conscious of the way her big tits swelled beneath her skimpy bikini top, which was little more than a wide green ribbon stretched over her luscious jugs. She became conscious, too, of her naked, slightly curved belly, so soft and delicate looking, so rich and smooth. She became conscious of her long lithe naked legs, legs that caught the hot rays of the sun and transmuted them into a light golden glow. And she knew that the boy was as conscious of her body as she was.
Unable to maintain her facade of coolness and strength for another instant, Carol turned abruptly
and went back to the house, barely able to restrain herself from running as fast as her lovely legs could carry her. She looked back over her shoulder and saw that young Joey was doing exactly what she had told him to do. She watched him jump into the pool and disappear in the blue water. She walked over to the bar and sat on a stool, pouring herself a drink for strength. She realized that a drink for strength was something she rarely needed. But this young boy was getting to her in a way she hadn't thought possible. She was burning up with the desire to fuck the kid.