Don Baker - The naughty night clerk

“Billy, you shouldn’t talk like that.” I was astonished, but couldn’t get mad at the boy. In many ways, I admired him for saying what was on his mind.

“I’m sorry, Miss Logan, I don’t mean that as an insult. It’s just that… that I’ve wanted to go to bed with you since the first time I ever saw you.”

A warm smile came to my face. I felt compassion for Billy and his feelings, and was flattered by his interest and desire.

“Billy, what would your parents think if they learned you were asking a woman to go to bed with you?”

There was no reply. I realized that was a silly question. Billy wasn’t concerned with what his parents would say, and maybe he was right. There certainly would be no harm in making love, other than the boy being awfully young, ten years my junior.

“Miss Logan, I’m not a virgin. I’ve been around. Only a little, I will admit, but I have had a girl before.” The last part of his statement almost bordered on bragging, but not quite.

I was silent for a few seconds, looking at the boy standing before me. He had propositioned me. Now, I had to decide what to do about it.

“Billy, what time do you get off work?”

He looked at me, surprise on his face. “Five o’clock.”

I looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s now three. I get off in an hour. Come to my apartment when you finish here.”

Amazement was on his face. He left the office without saying a word.

I didn’t really expect Billy to show up; yet, I was hoping be would. Anyway, I had prepared for him and when there was a knock on my door a little past five o’clock, I was ready.

“Yes?” I called.

“It’s Billy, Miss Logan.”

“Come in, Billy.”

The young boy opened the door and quietly closed it behind him. I was standing between him and a window. The sun was shining brightly and the extremely sheer negligee I had on did nothing to hide my natural assets.

Billy stood there and gaped. He looked at the pinkness of my nipples, the fullness of my upright breasts, the dark cleavage. Sweat popped out on his forehead and he ran his tongue across his lips. I gazed down and saw a slight bulge in his pants. If I wasn’t careful, he would come in his jeans.

“Come over here, Billy.” My voice was low, sultry. If this kid wanted to play grown-up games, then he would be treated as a grown-up.

He hadn’t looked at my face since entering the room. His eyes kept darting from my breasts to the hairy mound between my legs. I let him look. I didn’t know if he would be able to follow through on his desire, but I was going to give him a treat even if he wasn’t.

“This is the first time you’ve seen me dressed like this, Billy. Do you like what you see?”

All he could do was nod his head. He still hadn’t looked at my face. There were small beads of perspiration on his forehead. He rubbed his hands together and I could guess that his palms were moist. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger and from his reaction, I figured he was about ready to shoot his wad.

“Take off your clothes, Billy,” I directed, as I slowly removed the negligee, and then stood fully nude before him.

The youth inhaled deeply as I stood there, naked, and it was probably the first time he had ever seen a live, nude woman before, other than maybe schoolgirls.

He was so anxious that he almost tore his clothes trying to unbutton his shirt and pants.

“Slow down, Billy, don’t get in a hurry. We have plenty of time.” I tried to soothe him. It looked like he wanted to carry through, so I intended to make it as pleasant for him as possible.

When he was completely undressed, I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. His prick was wet on the end and the vein was pulsating. He was fairly well endowed for a boy his age, about five inches or so, I would guess, and about normal in diameter. His balls hung in a sac which was close to his penis, and the brown hands were thick and long.

When we were on the bed, I pulled Billy to me. “Kiss and suck my breasts, but not too hard.”

The lad was inexperienced, but had been exposed, it was easy to see. He sucked hard and bit into the nipples, causing me to wince.

“Not too hard, I told you.”

He cased off and did a much better job. His hand roamed my body, stopping only briefly at the mound of hair before it touched the target of his desires.

“You can put it in now, Billy.” I wasn’t ready to come, but knew he couldn’t hold off much longer.

I was already moist, which permitted his small penis to enter my hole easily.

Immediately, he started pumping fast and heavy. I pushed against him, indicating I wanted him to slow down.

“Is this the way you do it with the schoolgirls?” I asked, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but desiring to teach him a trick or two.

“Yes.” He stopped, apparently waiting further instructions.

“This is what we call ‘slam barn, thank you, ma’am,’ and nobody really enjoys it. Just take your time. Don’t-be in a hurry. The foreplay and actual intercourse are the most enjoyable part of the love act. Once you come, it’s all over. So, go easy, enjoy it. Make it last. When you get ready to come, you’ll increase your pace automatically.”

He followed my instructions and slowed down considerably. Billy kissed me and kissed and sucked my nipples, at the same time he was pumping. I lifted and lowered my body to meet his thrusts and slowly built myself to the point that I could come when he was ready.

Billy began breathing heavier and his pace quickened. I knew he was on the edge, about ready to unload.

“Are you ready to come, Billy?”

“Uh huh,” was his only response. His face was distorted in anticipation, and he was gasping for air.

“Okay. Pull it almost all the way out, then push it in as far as you can. Keep doing that until you come.”

As he rammed home, I lifted my body to meet him. When he came, he groaned and I came with him. I don’t know how long it had been since he had opened his floodgate, but he kept coming, after I had quit, and without even moving his penis. When he finished, he fell on top of me, his energies spent.

Evidently, this was the first time he had ever fucked a girl in such a manner.

Before, he had always gone at it as quickly as he could and gotten it over with. He had never savored the long, drawn-out sexual act, which is by far the most enjoyable.

Billy rolled off me onto the bed, then I cradled him to me, with his head on one of my breasts.

“Did you like that, Billy?”

“Yes. Very much.”

We lay silently for awhile and when I felt he had regained some of his strength and fluid, I spoke.

“Have you ever had oral sex?”

“You mean…“

I let out a short laugh. “In the vernacular of the teenage crowd, have you ever eaten a woman or been sucked off?”

“No… no.”

“It’s another way to have sex, and is almost as good as the conventional way.”

“I’ve always thought of that as what queer do with each other.”

“No, Billy,” I said, laughing again. “Between many couples, it is as normal as any other sex act. Do you want to try it?”

“Okay. I’m game.”

“Go in the bathroom and get a washcloth with warm water. Then, come back and wash both of us off.”

Billy did as he was told, and the warmth of the cloth and his tender rubbing felt good. His prick was soft now, but it would be easy to arouse.

“Now, put your head between my legs. See the opening, where you had your penis before?”

“Just kiss it like it was a mouth. Then run your tongue along the lips, at first, and later put your tongue inside.”

“When do I put my tongue inside?”

“You’ll know the moment, Billy, you’ll know.”