Veronica lost no time in constructing some fast dialogue, lines flying into her mind like sparks, one urging her to get the hell on the move, another encouraging some more subtle foreplay. But the central, organizing idea was a particular fantasy, a dream which she'd never told anyone about. The truth of the matter is that Vern – as many women of her approximate age and socio-economic class – had one special thing which could get her going like none other, a little quirk of mind, a pet perversion, perfectly suited to a spree with a dildo. You see, our Veronica had a special place in her heart (and more sensual parts) for the young, for fresh virgin (be it male or female) flesh. Now this is not the type of thing which is shared with a girl friend in a casual phone conversation ("Oh, hi Judy… what's new? Oh, I don't know, but I guess one thing on my mind is that I'd like to screw a few fourteen and fifteen-year-old guys – you know, the kind that are still wet behind the ears and have cocks which have grown faster than the rest of their bodies"), or shared with a date ("John, did I mention that though I'm really attracted to you, more than anything at all, I'd like to pick up a couple of high school studs, one blond with big muscles, another skinny and dark."). But this could only be a private affair articulated in her own mind, carried out either in complete secrecy or in the setting in which she now found herself. With lightning speed, she began to imagine the type of guys who would drive her to ecstasy for the second time this one particular Friday evening, serve as a follow up to Marv and Sam who had done quite a job on their own, fucking her cunt and driving her all the way home.
No, she'd seen the type of guy she had in mind one too many times, perhaps because of her younger brother, a bratty rogue who'd always bring his friends home and bothered her no end before she'd gone off to college. Troy, who knew he hadn't much on charm, almost seem to play up his lousy qualities to the hilt: he knew his sister liked privacy, he'd do his best to open her door when she was dressing; he knew she got bugged when he walked around nude, he'd shamelessly brandish his big cock as he'd walk to the bathroom; he knew she didn't like him to talk about her sex life with his friends, he'd loudly tell them about her latest fling (complete with the details of her endeavors on the living room couch). But when all was said and done, Veronica had to admit she'd been turned on by some of his friends. She'd watch them as they'd try to cool off in the yard, running through the hose in their little suits, readjusting their goodies when the material clung, lying on their stomachs in the sun, oblivious to the bulge in their pants. One of the guys, an exceptionally good looking junior high school student with too many pimples, especially appealed to her – especially when he tried to make conversation one day, almost choking on his own words.
Veronica had desired him that day several years ago and if she had the courage in those days would have seduced him behind the school or better yet, inside the little tool shed. She could imagine how it could have been: his skinny little body shivering slightly as he shyly asked what she had in mind. Oh, Veronica thought, I thought I'd offer you a little deal… I mean, all of us are in the same boat in a way. Have you ever thought how unfair it is that us kids don't get any real action. Oh, don't play dumb with me you little geezer you. I know you've got the hots for me. But listen, uh, I've got this little accessory here. That's right it's a rubber. From then on in, Veronica thought, it could have been easy. The glint in his eye, the bulge in his pants, the way he made no motion to take his leave or tried to stop her when she moved closer, all told that he wanted the action himself, possibly even worse than Veronica.
It was not a comfortable spot, but it could have done well enough, Veronica thought. She remembered there was a soft spot in the corner where there were a few old pillows conveniently strewn across the floor, and the pile of straw right near the lawn mower – dead, cut grass which could now serve as the perfect mattress. It would have been as easy as moving closer to the young stud and helping him master his fear, first by putting her hand on his leg and rubbing it about, and when he was used to that, moving on to even more fertile ground up on the upper thigh right under the crotch, rubbing the guy, who now, wouldn't make a move in the opposite direction if his life depended on it.
Veronica wished she had simply said to him: "I want you, all the way. I want to show you how to fuck." Sure, it was shocking, but he'd get over the bruskness when he felt her hand begin to grasp his cock, her breath bathing his face, and her lips approach his own. He'd get over everything when he realized that this superbly stacked broad was ready to take matters in hand and do the steering while he merely sat back and took it all in (or let it all out, as the case may be). Veronica imagined her excitement, fervidly wrenching his fly open, almost tearing the fabric of his jeans in her excitement and determination. She realized that the guy, a mere school boy, had probably never been blown – hell, he probably never had a girl touch his man parts before – and that this would be a big day for him. She imagined that his eyes would bulge, he'd attempt a slight mock resistance but then give into her aggressive moves which, though shocking at first, soon got to him.
Veronica put her hand on his jeans right over the bulge, feeling his body jerk up and his lips tighten, the red leaving in an instant. Oh come on, she'd tell him, don't be afraid now… because after all, you have to remember that all of this is the natural part of life, natural as walking. With that, she'd place his hand right on her breast and push it until she felt her nipple receded beneath the surface. You like that, she imagined telling him, I know you like that. Here's something I think you'll like even more. She quickly loosened the buttons of her blouse and pulled it off of her chest, revealing a white-cupped brassiere, a bra straining to do its duty and keep her womanhood from popping out, a task all the more difficult as the broad arched her back, loosened her shoulders until the straps fell down on her arms and threatened to fall from her body. She wanted the boy to strip her naked, topless, to prepare her for the real action: come on, she imagined, take off my bra and suck my tits, suck my big, fat tits.
Veronica became glazed as she thought through this little scene. The boy became brave and his youthful hands lowered her cups slowly, revealing her cleavage, then more cleavage, and in an instant removing enough of the synthetic to expose the very tips of her red, fat cherries. It seemed almost too much for the youth to take, who quickly stiffened and moved backward as if he'd just seen a treasure box filled with so much booty that it almost defied the imagination. She'd tell him straight out, suck it and lathe my tits until I cry for you to stop. Come on, don't be afraid! That's the way it could have happened, the feeling of his greasy adolescent wave stroking against her chest and his hot, syrupy lips go down on her knockers, his spittle seeping onto her all over, his long, spindly legs beginning to search out space between hers, his knee becoming his bravest body part and moving up toward her cunt. That's it, she'd encourage, that's the way to do it.
She'd kiss his lips, his nose and put her tongue in side the convolutions of his ear, until she could breathe right into his inside so that she sounded like a great ocean. She could hear the boy moan in deep desire, gritting his teeth and positioning his hips so that the broad would have easier access to his swollen manhood. Not so hard, is it, she'd reassure him, not expecting or particularly wanting a response.
She'd put her hand right under his jockies until his swollen, sweaty balls were in her palms and she was able to squeeze them to taste – squeeze them so that she could feel their soft consistency, and their heavy expectancy, filled as they were with hot, male come.