She started to talk, her voice hoarse from lust. Anything to keep him there.
I can almost see his cute prick. Could I get it hard? Oh, how I'd love to suck on it. It's so sweet and tiny hanging there. I'm dying to have it in my mouth. I can almost taste its sweetness. Ohhh!
Mmmm.
While she ached and dreamed of possessing the child's cock, Laura heard herself talking, as though she were far off, set apart from her yearning body.
"How would you like a job, Billy?" she asked, inspired and excited at the possibilities of seducing the little boy.
"A job? What kind?" he asked, seeming to be very interested.
"It would be helping me to take care of my dog, Lance. He's a young German Shepherd. You would walk him three times a day; morning, after school and evening. And you'd give him an occasional bath. How does it sound?"
"Yeah!" The boy's eyes lighted up so much that their blue sparkled. "That would be great! My mom won't let me have a dog 'cause we live in an apartment. This way I could play with Lance, too, couldn't I?"
And with me, too, Laura lusted silently.
"Of course," she said to the boy, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "I'll phone your mother and make arrangements with her about paying you, and your hours. I'm so glad that you're going to work for me, dear. I'm sure that you'll do a fine job, and-and I know we're going to become good friends."
Laura couldn't keep herself from patting the boy's knee. Then, as the nine-o'clock bell rang, she reluctantly got up to welcome the rest of the class.
She could barely keep her mind on the reading lesson, and she found herself staring at the child, thinking about his little white body, and wondering what his tiny prick felt like. She dreamed and wondered what it tasted like, and she felt goose flesh rise as she craved to kiss and suck on the youngster's little cock.
With an effort Laura snapped out of it, and she started the class off on the math quiz. Then she remembered the end of the quiz that she had forgotten to write on the back board. Walking to it, she gave Billy a thank-you smile for washing it. He smiled back happily, probably excited about his new job. Laura wrote the rest of the quiz, making many errors and having to erase and redo at least five long problems.
At last she was done, and she could sit down and look at Billy again as he worked.
What's the matter with me? I've already fucked a big dog and an eighteen-year-old boy. Now I want a small child. I must be a sex moron. Oh, Jesus! I need a drink.
She couldn't really concentrate on being guilty. All she could feel at the moment was joy at the prospects ahead.
During the free-study period, Laura called Billy up to her desk. She handed him a slip of paper with her address on it. "Do you know how to find it?" she asked.
"Oh, sure. My boyfriend lives on your block. Are you going to call my mom today?"
"Yes, of course. I'll take care of it. You come right after school, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."
Laura's eyes glinted wildly at that idea, as she fought down the temptation of all the beautiful things she planned to teach the child.
No. I won't let myself in for that kind of madness. I need help with Lance, and I like Billy. That's all it will be. He'll do a fine job. Also, I'll get to see him often – the little doll. That's all it will be.
She didn't believe herself. Her yearning mouth and cunt knew better.
As though from a distance, Laura heard herself laugh at her own pretensions. She had a mad desire to touch the boy. She could hardly wait till school was over.
She sighed and began to write the afternoon's lessons in her plan book. Just a trace of her headache remained. Only her cunt ached now, but she was filled with energy at the prospect of seeing Billy alone after school.
She watched Billy work. His pencil was in his rosy mouth, and his petal-like brow was wrinkled in thought.
I hope he did well on the quiz.
She glanced at his paper and began to mark it.
Bobby brought up some papers. He looked away and blushed.
I wonder who he's told.
It was finally three o'clock, and the endless day had finally ended.
Oh, I need a drink.
She wasn't sure what she craved most – a drink or Billy's cock in her mouth Laura flew home, stopping off on the way to buy ice cream and cookies. She must tempt her new love in any way she could.
She quickly called Billy's mother, and in her best teacher voice proposed excellent terms and hours for her new employee. "Of course, Mrs. Randstein, if the weather is too bad, of if Billy is ill, I'll take over his duties for him."
The mother was pleased at Billy's opportunity to have a dog to play with, and Laura assured her how gentle Lance was. The deal was made, and Laura hung up, shaking with excitement.
Laura bathed quickly and put on a robe. She still warred with herself as to what she intended to do to the child. It helped to have a few drinks before he arrived. Then she wouldn't have to make any plans at all.
As she sipped on her second drink, she made a firm resolution to wait at least until the evening before she touched the boy.
I mustn't frightened him off. If I start too soon, it'll ruin it and I'll lose him. I'm going to have to wait.
She remembered Bobby's red face as he ran away from her, sobbing with fear. This firmed her resolution, and she finished another drink, grimly determined to stay away from the child.
The doorbell rang, and she caught her breath. It was Billy! As he walked in, she noticed that he was even more beautiful than she remembered him. His face was flushed from the cold, or excitement. As she hung up his coat, Laura suggested a snack while they discussed the job. "Then you can take Lance out for the first time," she added.
The boy nodded happily and sat down before a mammoth dish of chocolate ice cream and a bowl-full of cookies. As Laura spoke about Lance and his habits, Billy wolfed down the ice cream and six cookies. She offered, "Would you like some more, dear?"
"No, thanks." He looked around, obviously eager to see Lance, who was in the spare room.
Laura held her hands together to keep from touching Billy, and she led him into the other room. When she saw how thrilled Billy was at meeting and petting the dog, she realized how wise her decision was to postpone intimacies with the child.
He probably wouldn't even respond to me now. The dog would be my rival.
As Lance and Billy left for their walk, Laura sighed at what she was missing. She stared at the boy's crotch, wishing that she might see it accidentally unzipped. She dreamed of undressing the child, and of touching his little cock.
Oh, God! What have I become? she asked herself in horror, running for a drink.
When Billy returned, she thanked him and moved toward the door quickly, before she weakened in her resolve.
"I'll see you tonight, after dinner, Billy."
She slammed the door quickly and shook with lust, regretting that she had let him go, wondering how she would get through the hours until she touched him.
Laura ate no dinner. Her stomach churned with anxiety, since all she could imagine was the little boy turning on her in horror and running away. As she drank steadily, the tears ran down her face, mourning what she hadn't yet lost.
The doorbell rang, and a very dizzy Laura stiffened with excitement. She staggered to the door and ushered the child in. Laura was so drunk that everything she did seemed unreal. Yet, she knew every move she made, as though she were watching someone else doing it.
She hung up the child's jacket, and she saw him glance at the table, obviously expecting another treat. When he saw an empty table, he looked around the living room for Lance.
"Hello, Billy. I have some cake for you that I'll serve you in a little while. But first, I'd like to talk to you. Sit down here, dear."