Frank Brown: Hot bed housekeeper

Kathy stared, amazed. She'd never seen anything like it. The doll looked like a real woman, even appeared to undulate in response to the boy's rapid thrusts as if it were alive. Randy's mouth was pressed to the doll's mouth, his tongue darting between her parted lips.

"Hot pussy!" he growled, his cock squishing in the doll's lubricated cunt. "I love to fuck your hot, tight pussy!"

A container of Vaseline lay on the mattress beside the doll and the boy's cock gleamed with the slick lubricant as it plunged in and out of the rubber sheath of the doll's cunt.

The boy had balls as big as chicken-eggs, and a cock so thick and long that Kathy wondered if it was too was a rubber sex-toy. A cock that large couldn't be real, could it! Kathy had never seen a cock so big.

"Yeahhhhh!" The boy rolled his blue eyes deliriously, ecstatically with each thrust. His grubby toes clawed at the bedsheets. He tossed his blond head with pleasure, then craned it forward and down so he could suck on the doll's large, rubber tits. "Hot fucking bitch!"

He gnawed into the rubber nipples, ripping at them, stretching them.

Kathy clutched her own braless tits through her dress as if the boy were chewing into them instead of the doll's. She winced at the boy's savagery, almost able to feel his sharp, electric teeth tearing at her nipples. At the same time, though, electrical tingles of pleasure shot from her tits to her cunt and made her squeeze her legs together. Her pussy was smoldering. The crotch of her panties was drenched. A hot trickle of pussy-spit oozed from under her panties and down her silky, shimmying inner thighs.

The boy resumed kissing the doll, plunging his tongue into her mouth, gazing lovingly and lustingly into her eyes as if she were a real girl. His tongue pistoned in her mouth as his cock pistoned in her cunt. His long, sinewy body gleamed with sweat, the muscles under his tanned skin undulating sensuously as he worked himself into a frenzy of lust over the doll. His balls throbbed visibly, squirming and pulsating as his enormous teenage prong plowed out the doll's tight, sucking cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against his chest, grinding down on top of her so hard that she was hardly visible under him.

Kathy could hardly stand up, she was shaking so hard. It had been more than fifteen years since she'd seen a boy fuck like this – long and hard and with intense feeling. Randy Chapman knew how to fuck, knew how to make even a rubber doll come alive with the probings of his cock. If Otto were lying on top of that doll – if such a thing were possible – he would thrust five, maybe six times and come, perhaps letting out a single grunt as the cum oozed from his six-inch, already-deflating cock.

I wish I were married to you, Kathy thought, her eyes gazing with painful lust at the panting, rutting, grunting teenager. I wish I were that rubber doll under you right now. I'd gladly give up my life and become that rubber mannequin if I could count on you fucking me everyday. She thrust her right hand up under her dress, clutching her swollen cunt through her panties. She slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and worked it into the slippery, burning furrow between her cuntlips. Her pleasure was so great she became faint.

"Ahhhhhh!" Randy Chapman bellowed. "Ohhhhhhh!"

His head snapped back and his eyes rolled back as if he were dying. His body jerked as his jism spurted into the cunt of the rubber doll. The cunt of the doll overflowed and Randy's cock made loud, squishing sounds as his cum gobs rolled down the doll's crotch.

Kathy could see his balls and the root of his cock contract with each powerful ejaculation. She licked her lips at the sight of the juicy wads of teenage jism. She hadn't tasted male spunk in over fifteen years. In high school she'd been one of the hungriest cocksuckers around. Otto had never let her suck his cock.

Randy shivered with the last spasms of his orgasm and collapsed onto the doll with a groan. He humped slowly, gently, teasing the last flickers of pleasure from his cock and balls. Then he eased his cock out of the doll and rolled off beside her onto his back. His cum-drenched cock lay to the side on his loins, so long it curled over his hip. Its head was half covered by a thick, smooth foreskin. Veins bulged all over it. Even slightly softened, it appeared ten or eleven inches long.

Kathy gazed, unable to take her eyes off the boy's cock. She'd always gone crazy over big cocks – which is one reason she'd married Otto, who'd had a reputation for having the biggest cock in school. Otto's cock had turned out to be barely average. But Randy Chapman's cock was everything Kathy had imagined Otto's cock as being – huge and veiny and uncut. Tears of lust filled her eyes, blurring her vision. Her middle finger pistoned in her sizzling, contracting pussy. She felt fuck-pleasures all the way to her toes.

Randy sighed, stretching, pointing his toes, clasping his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes. If his cock had softened more, it hadn't shrunk anymore in size. Sprigs of fine blond hair bristled in his armpits. Sweat glistened all over his deeply tanned body.

Kathy almost screamed with lust. She could smell the boy, could smell his sweat, his cum. She could almost taste him. Her left hand reached out, reached forward into the room, aching to feel his cock, to stroke it, to squeeze it. Her right hand moved under her dress, her finger churning in her pussy, giving her such pleasure that her knees were ready to buckle under her. She moved out of the shadows, stood in the doorway.

As a cloud passed from in front of the sun, sunlight beamed through the window, drenching the relaxing boy with warm, golden rays. Kathy stepped into the room, her legs moving spontaneously, carrying her closer and closer to the object of her lust. The boy's eyes opened.

It was as if time stopped. Kathy froze, her heart lodged in her throat, a wave of paralyzing weakness passing through her body. The boy looked toward her, his eyes gazing through her as if she weren't there. Then his eyes seemed to focus on her, but his face remained expressionless, as if her sudden appearance was nothing out of the ordinary. Then he blinked, and a slow smile spread over his face.

"Come on in, housekeeper," he said. He spread his legs and his cock swelled, throbbing up rigid and ramrod straight against his tanned belly. The tip of it reached nearly to his chest. "I've been waiting for you, housekeeper. I knew you'd show up, sooner or later."

Kathy almost came. She had to force herself to pull her finger out of her pussy, and she managed to just in time, at the last possible split second before her pleasure exploded and the waterfall of ecstasy washed through her body. She groaned as the near-orgasm sank back into her loins, but she was thankful she'd stopped jerking off in time. Her pleasure was just beginning. She wanted to prolong it as much as she could.

"I knew you'd show up," Randy Chapman said. He shoved the sex-doll aside and off the bed. Then he centered himself on the bed, his legs spread, his hands clasped behind his head, his muscled, sweat-misted abdomen rising and falling under his throbbing, eleven-inch cock. "I could tell by the way you looked at me yesterday you wanted me. All the horny ladies give me that same look when they wanna suck my cock. Take off your clothes. I wanna see your tits and ass and cunt."

Kathy was speechless. Trembling too hard to utter a word, she undressed clumsily. The boy watched her, smiling at her shaking hands. Her panties came off first, and the boy told her to toss them to him. They fell on his cock, which flexed up nearly vertical when the silky, cunt wet panties touched it. He grabbed them and pressed them to his nose.

"Ohhh Jesus, I love that smell!" Randy sighed. "You're a real juicy bitch! I love 'em juicy! Off with the dress!"