Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

He liked her house. He was obviously a poor boy and the magnificence of her home and its furnishings impressed him. She took him into the kitchen and he was certainly hungry. He sat in the breakfast nook and devoured three large sandwiches and a quart of milk. She sat opposite him and gazed at his nice-looking face and she could feel the wetness between her legs, the boiling excitements deep within her loins and she worried that she would not be able to go through the motions of seduction.

It was unbelievably easy. When he finished his milk, she smiled at him, then looked at his clothes and the filth that was in them. "You come upstairs with me," she ordered. "My husband is away for a few days, but I'm sure that I can fit you out in some decent things. You come along with me."

He said yes ma'am and followed her upstairs.

He was about the same size as Bruce and she got out an old shirt and a pair of pants that Bruce didn't wear anymore. Then she got clean shorts and an undershirt from Bruce's bureau and she put everything on the big bed. The boy was standing a few feet from the bed, watching her, adoring her, if. the look in his eyes meant anything. She smiled at him as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was coming with a massive orgasm and it was so wet she was afraid that the sap would run down her legs.

"Take those filthy clothes off," she ordered. "You need a bath, young man."

She spoke to him with mock sternness but he accepted it for the real thing and obeyed her.

He took off his shirt, then dropped his pants and as he stepped out of them she could see that his underwear was dirty and in need of replacement.

"Take everything off," she said. "I am going to give you a good hot bath. You need it. You know that, don't you?" Linda persisted.

He nodded, then took off his undershirt and she could see the firm hard muscles in his back and his shoulders and his chest and the urge to touch him, to rub her hand over his body, was almost overwhelming.

When he hesitated and blushed, she smiled at him and she knew that she was really dazzling him with her beauty.

"I said everything, Bernie," she said. "I like to be obeyed. Especially in my own house."

His face got very red but he pushed his shorts down and she could see the big dangling phallus, the huge, puffy bag of balls beneath and she simply stared. He was built like a mastodon, she thought. The urge to reach out and handle his sexual equipment was too strong to deny. She gazed into his eyes and she crooked her finger at him. He came closer to her and she reached out and began handling his genitals with her little red-tipped hands and the boy shivered. She put her fingers around his harden-cock and then she was holding an immense organ, fiercely erect, already dribbling its sap from the big red knob. He had been circumcised and she was glad of that. He was much larger than Bruce and when she held his stiff cock away from his belly it measured ten inches. They measured it some time later. When she first encountered its magnificence, she simply stared at it, unbelieving, palpitating with wild and unbridled passions.

He was in agony, it seemed, "Don't," he said, his voice a plaintive whimper. "I don't want to make no mess in your nice house. If you handle it much, I will."

She was shivering and too excited to procrastinate.

"I want to suck you off," she said softly. "I will pop you a few times and then it will be all right."

He was shaking as he gazed down into her upturned face. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Yes, ma'am."

He was almost too big to get into her mouth. She began licking the head of his cock and jerking him off. She managed to get the head of it into her mouth before he started spurting. She was tasting him and it seemed to her that his product was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He kept on pumping her mouth full of his juice and she realized that his loads were exceptional, too. She lost track of things as she kept swallowing and sucking him. When she finally got her senses back she realized that he was whimpering in pain and she had her sharp nails deeply imbedded into his balls and he was again coming and she had much of his length in her mouth and he was spattering the back of her throat with his spendings. He was trying to push her head away and she realized that she was hurting him with the force of her suction. But she couldn't stop. She was helpless, driven and harried by an appetite that nothing could appease. She reached out and clasped his buttocks and she pulled him onto the bed with her. She slapped his hands as they tried to dislodge her head and then he seemed to relax as his weight settled onto the bed and she continued with her fierce assault upon the wells deep within his body. She kept at him for hours and when she finally quit, it was only because her mouth and jaws ached.

The boy was sitting up in the bed, propped against the pillows and the headboard and he had a soft, happy look on his face. He smiled at her when she finally gazed into his eyes.

"I sure did like that, ma'am," he said. "I really did."

"I'll bet you did," Linda said. She was still shaky and very much turned on. She was handling his cock and it was still stiff and leaking honey from its tip.

"Did you ever fuck a girl?" she asked him.

The way he blushed when she said the naughty word thrilled her and she resolved that he would hear lots of bad language from her because it tickled her to turn him on in that easy way.

He shook his head and the eager, hopeful look on his face made her laugh loud if not long.

She squeezed his stiff cock and he winced.

"You are sure as hell going to fuck a girl now," she said. "I want this beautiful thing in my cunt and in my mouth and in my ass, too, probably. I can't seem to get enough of it."

He was shaking again and she realized that her words were affecting him greatly. She leaned forward and put her palm beneath his chin, then kissed him on the lips. Her own lips brushed his back and forth as she kissed him intermittently while she talked to him.

"Would you like to fuck me, Bernie?" she asked him. She laughed softly as he nodded so quickly that she lost contact with his lips. "I will want you to fuck me, and I will want you to kiss and lick my titties and then you can suck my cunt for me. All growing boys should suck cunt. You agree, don't you?"

He nodded again and then he surprised her.

"I'm really good at that, ma'am," he said. "I been taught."

That surprised her. She sat up straight and gazed into his eyes and she could see that he was smiling very happily.

"Who taught you?" she asked.

He told her then about a very pretty young woman who had been a neighbor to his family and she had hired him to do chores around her house. She worked in a store and she took a liking to him. Then one day he had been inside her house and there was twenty dollars on the kitchen table and she was not at home. He took the money, figuring that anybody could take it and she could not know who was guilty.

"But she caught me and was going to tell my folks and call the police and I just went crazy begging her not to do that. I promised I would do anything that she could ever ask and she made me sign a confession that she would use if I was the least bit disobedient or reluctant to do as she wanted me to do."

Linda reached for her cigarettes and when she moved her legs she could feel the wetness and the slipperiness between her thighs. Her pants and her pantyhose were soaked and she would have to get out of them soon, but listening to the things that Bernie was telling her was extremely exciting and she wanted to hear it all.

"Millie, that was her name, was kind of mean about things," Bernie said. "She would make me do things around her house, things that a boy should not have to do. She would make me wash her hose and her underthings and sweep and vacuum and like that. It got so that she wanted me at her place whenever she was home. One night she asked me to take off her shoes and when I was at her feet, she smiled down at me kind of funny and she asked me if I could take her stockings off without ruining them. Then she pulled up her dress and I could see that she didn't have any pants on and she had lots of hair there. It got me all excited and she made me take her stockings off and then she sort of looked at me funny and giggled, then she said that I was her slave, her very own vassal, and because she had my confession she could send me to jail but she wouldn't if I did what she told me to do and did it just the way she wanted it done."