The boy teaser

CHAPTER SEVEN

The weeks immediately following Carol's introduction of young Joey to the joys of fucking were difficult for both she and her chosen sexual initiate. Even though both were totally dedicated

to the pursuit of the wild and seemingly endless joys of their new sexual relationship, there always lurked in the shadows the terrible fear that they might be found out, that something either of them might do or say might alert key's parents to their nasty and now nearly nightly revels.

It had been difficult at first to arrange their hot sessions of cunt-moistening and cock-hardening sex. Carol usually had her boy on the pretense of inviting the kid over for a swim. His swims had become almost a daily event now and she and Joey were beginning to wonder if his parents might be wondering what special attraction Carol Chambers' swimming pool held for the boy. After all, he had the use of the pool at school and spent a good part of the afternoon after class practicing his diving form. And yet he always ran over to Carol's place right after he got home and didn't return home until ten or eleven o'clock.

Carol had been avoiding the Mastersons as much as possible, although she could hardly cut off all relations with her most friendly neighbors. They had the annoying habit of inviting her over for parties and social get-togethers. A few weeks earlier she would have enjoyed spending the evening with Joyce and Al. Now, however, her evenings with them were a constant torture. Joey always stayed out of sight for fear that something might pass between them that might be detected by the parents. They both realized that the possibility of discovery was relatively slight since nobody could possibly suspect that the well respected and sexually satisfied Carol Chambers could be having

an affair with a boy young enough to be her son. But it was a nagging feeling nonetheless, and it bothered Carol and Joey terribly.

It was with considerable discomfort and nervousness, therefore, that Carol received Joyce one fine sunny afternoon. She had dropped by unexpectedly that afternoon a few minutes before Carol expected her young fucker to make his appearance for their regular afternoon romp. Carol had wanted to show the boy how to fuck her in the ass that afternoon. Now that Joey's lovely and friendly mother was with her, however, the butt-fucking to which she had been looking forward all afternoon was out of the question, at least for that day. Carol had been stroking her nice juicy snatch in anticipation of Joey's expected visit. She loved to make her warm cunt wet and hot well in advance of his visit, loved to show him as soon as he peeked through the patio doors that she was ready and horny for the kind of boy-love that the kid always gave her.

She was wearing only her bra and a half-slip when she ran to the door to greet Joey. When she found Joyce instead, her face froze for an instant. She was unable to hide her surprise at finding the boy's mother instead of the boy himself. She wondered what Joyce thought of the look of shock on her usually calm face. She recovered quickly enough and slid the glass doors open, putting on an expression of pleasant surprise that she somehow felt was not quite believable.

"Joyce! What a wonderful surprise!" Carol said, a bit nervously, sounding more ironical than

sincere.

"I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by!" Joyce laughed, opening her beach coat and revealing a luscious body clothed for a swim.

Carol was flabbergasted. Joey would be over in a few minutes unless Joyce had told him that she was planning to drop by for a swim. The last three or four times Joey had pulled his dick out as soon as he had locked the gate behind him and had had a big hard-on by the time he reached the house, all in fun, of course. What would happen if he did that today? Carol felt a shudder of fear at the mere thought of such a horrible happening.

There was something else that bothered Carol strangely when she realized that Joyce was planning to stay awhile. It didn't register on her immediately. Rather it was a slow building of the most peculiar feeling she had ever had about another woman. When she saw Joyce wearing such a microscopic bikini of the flimsiest possible material, a surge of sensual delight coursed through her. There was something about Joyce on that particular afternoon that was strangely exciting, strangely stimulating sexually, even for a woman as strictly heterosexual as Carol. The first surges of passion for Joyce passed over her in an instant and disappeared, leaving her strangely disquieted.

"Whatever is the matter, Carol?" Joyce asked with a gentle laugh in her low smooth voice. "You seem surprised! In fact you seem shocked! Am I too old for a bikini or something?"

"I'm sorry, Joyce darling," Carol said, sounding

as if she had suddenly shaken herself from a trance. "I just wasn't expecting you, that's all. Do come in!"

"Judging from the way you ran to the door, I assume you were expecting somebody else! And from the way you're dressed, I assume that the somebody was a man!" Joyce smiled, obviously referring to Carol's scanty attire, which included a red lace bra and a black half-slip of see-through material.

"A man?" Carol gasped. "Oh, I see what you mean! This!" Carol said, brushing her hands over her well-filled bra.

"Oh this, she says!" Joyce laughed, making an exaggerated motion of dismissal. "Good Lord, Carol dear, that outfit is enough to give my great grandfather a hard-on, and my great grandfather has been in his grave for fifty years!"

Carol didn't need to hear anything about hard-ons at the moment, especially from the mother of the boy she had planned to excite to such a turgid state. It occurred to Carol that for all Joyce's apparent free-thinking and easy use of the four-letter words of sex, she hadn't done much to make her son s sex life any easier for him. That chore had been left up to Carol. She had enjoyed performing it but she couldn't help feeling just the slightest trace of disdain for the woman who wouldn't even let her sons have a healthy peek at her tits once in a while. She hoped that trace of disdain wouldn't injure her relationship with Joyce, whatever that relationship was destined to become. Carol had the strange feeling that her

relationship with her neighbor was about to change considerably.

"It's a good thing Joey didn't drop by instead of me, Carol dear. Who knows what gown-up thoughts your get-up might have inspired in him? We can't have the boy chasing after you, can we?" Joyce laughed.

"I hardly think I'm that alluring, Joyce, at least not where a eighteen-year-old boy is concerned," Carol smiled.

"A eighteen-year-old boy?" Joyce smiled, following Carol into the living room. "You flatter me, darling. But I'm afraid little lacy is a bit older than that. Try nineteen!"

"Oh, that's right. They are all almost nineteen. I can't keep track of children's ages, darling. Perhaps it's a good thing I never married. I wouldn't know how old the little creatures were," Carol said, realizing that her act was working.

"I'm surprised to hear that you don't know how old Joey is, Carol. After all, dear, he's been coming over here every afternoon for six weeks or so. I hardly ever see the boy any more." Joyce said, taking the cold lemonade that Carol handed her. "Oh, I see you were expecting somebody. Two ice-cold lemonades all poured and ready. Who's the lucky man?"

"Joyce, you have a wicked mind, positively wicked! You know perfectly well that I've been playing the spinster for several months. No mare men for me. At least not right now," Carol laughed.

"Don't tell me that women's fib has finally

gotten through to you, too," Joyce said slyly, sipping her lemonade and looking at Carol with her clear blue glittering eyes, eyes that couldn't help but remind Carol of Joey.

"Women's lib? Oh, well, darling, I've been liberated for years. You know that. My decision to do without men was definitely neither political nor philosophical. I just need a few months to look at my life and decide what direction the rest of it should take, that's all. After all, Joyce, I'm thirty-five years of age. One morning I'll wake up and find that I'm forty. I want the rest of my sexually useful years to be happy ones," Carol said, hoping she hadn't opened a can of worms with her musings about her sex life.

"Are you saying that you haven't been enjoying your sex life?" Joyce asked, obviously amazed.

"It hasn't been the greatest," Carol said, shrugging her shoulders, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. "But anyway, Joyce, my sex life doesn't make for a very interesting conversation."

"That's a matter of opinion, Carol." Joyce smiled concernedly.

There was a look on Joyce's lovely face that made Carol warm inside, the look of true concern. It made her feel uncomfortable at the same time, knowing that she had been doing such depraved things with Joyce's eighteen-year-old son. This sudden and apparently real interest in her sex life was something new in her relationship with Joyce. There was something behind her sudden interest in Carol's happiness, something that she couldn't quite grasp at the moment. She knew that it had

nothing to do with her clandestine relationship with Joey. Such knowledge, no matter how carefully concealed, would have revealed itself to Carol immediately, she knew. Whatever Joyce's ulterior motive, Carol decided, her interest was genuine.

"Would you like something a little stronger than lemonade?" Carol asked her friend, getting the impression that something was about to be brought up that would require the soothing effect of something alcoholic.

"That might be a good idea, under the circumstances," Joyce said with a smile, crossing her long pale pink legs.

Carol fixed Joyce a dry martini, a very dry martini, taking her time while she tried to dispose of the problem of Joey's impending visit, a visit that might cast some doubt on her innocence. She did, after all, run to the door wearing very little and expecting to see a boy with a hard cock. If Joyce ever found out that the boy she wanted to see was her own son, there would be the devil to pay.

"So Joey's been coming over for a dip lately," Carol said, pretending ignorance.

"So he tells me. I suppose that's where he's been going. I hope so. Surely you don't mean to tell me he hasn't been coming over! Has my little brat been lying to me lately?" Joyce asked, a trace of motherly concern in her soft deep voice.

"Oh, I don't mean to imply any such thing, Joyce darling. I know he's been over a few times in the past few weeks. But I'm generally working in

my office at this time of the afternoon. Advertising keeps me terribly busy, you know. I seem to bring more work home with me than I. leave at the agency. At least it keeps me off the streets." Carol smiled. "No, Joyce, I don't believe I've even seen They this week, although I might have heard him splashing around from my little office upstairs. I hope you don't mind if he makes use of the pool. I rarely venture into the water. Too much sun isn't really good for the complexion, you know," Carol said, sipping her martini and looking her sexy best.

Joyce's mind seemed to be on something deeper than Joey's visits to the pool, although Carol still felt uneasy about Joyce's presence m her house so near the time of Joey's expected visit. Carol kept looking out through the patio doors, half expecting to see Joyce's horny young son running through the gate and around the pool with a hard cock sticking out in front of him. In such a case she hoped she could warn him off before his mother saw him in such an obscene state.

The longer Carol gazed into Joyce's lovely blue eyes the less she could pay proper attention to her vigil. There was something in Joyce's eyes that excited Carol in a way she had never thought possible. There was a sexiness, a seductive fire burning deep in the lithe and lovely woman's eyes that turned Carol on in a peculiar and almost frightening way. And Carol knew that her beautiful neighbor was aware of the effect she was having on her. It was a terribly strange feeling, perhaps inspired by Joyce's incredible beauty, perhaps inspired by the blazing heat in Carol's cunt, a heat

that she couldn't now alleviate since Joey's visit was to be postponed, perhaps inspired by Carol's strange relationship with Joyce's own son. Whatever the cause of the deep and dark excitement that gathered inside Carol's mind and body, she knew that something wonderful and perversely exciting was about to happen between her and Joey's mother. She knew, too, that it was Joyce who would take the lint step into the abyss of lesbian love and sex. Carol knew that she would follow willingly.

"You know, Carol, if your love life isn't all it could be, I might have a suggestion or two for improving it. After all, dear, you did say your sex life wasn't the greatest. Stop me if I get obnoxious, Carol. And remember I'm just trying to help," Joyce said, moving her chair closer to her neighbor, moving so close that her long sleek legs brushed against Carol's.

"Oh, don't worry about shocking me, Joyce. I'm a big girl now, in case you haven't noticed," Carol purred.

"Oh, I've noticed, Carol. M's noticed, too." Joyce smiled, looking up from her glass quickly with a wicked look in her eyes.

"Al? My goodness, Joyce, I had no idea!" Carol said, pretending amazement but knowing perfectly well that Al had been eyeing her for years, although he hadn't actually tried to fuck her.

"Oh, yes, Carol. In Al's words 'she's one sweet piece', or something to that effect," Joyce smiled. "Doesn't Al put things delicately?"

"Men are like that, Joyce darling. All men are

bastards. Or so some say. Personally I don't find them all that bad," Carol said, becoming conscious of the warmth of her lovely neighbor's naked knee against her leg.

"Oh, they have their good points," Joyce smiled slyly. "But a married lady gets bored sometimes, Carol. Understand?"

"You needn't tell me about being bored, honey," Carol said, playing the game Joyce had started with her. "Even a single girl gets bored. But I thought you and Al joined a swap club for diversion."

"Oh, we did that, Carol. It was all right for a few weeks. But even that got to be boring after a while. Same people all the time. You know how it is. It might be different if you joined, Carol," Joyce said, moving her leg against Carol's in a gentle motion calculated to excite.

"Little me? What could I possibly bring to such a swinging group?" she said, feeling the warmth of Joyce's beautiful satin kg spreading throughout her body, mingling with the warmth of her drink and the incredibly pervasive heat in her moist pussy.

"Silly question," Joyce smiled, putting her glass on the floor and dropping her small warm hand on Carol's naked knee.

"My goodness, Joyce darling! What kinds of things do you do at those get-togethers?" Carol said in mock amazement.

"A little of everything, Carol," Joyce answered, stroking Carol's leg, her hand moving closer and closer to her sensitive cunt mound.

"Even…" Carol whispered.

"Even that, Carol. Have you ever…?" Joyce asked, her hand squeezing the soft inner flesh of Carol's upper leg, her hand hidden beneath her neighbor's slip.

"No, darling, I haven't, not yet at any rate. But I must admit that I've considered trying it," Carol said, squeezing her legs together, trapping her friend's hand between her legs.

Carol was becoming wildly excited by Joyce s hot hand working so delicately and yet so insistently between her legs. She had never tried anything quite like this before, and the prospect of having sex with a woman was a strange new thrill. After her experiences with Joyce's son, nothing was too taboo to try. She had often wondered if sex with a woman would be satisfying. Perhaps this lovely woman would be gentler than a man; perhaps, knowing the feelings of a woman, Joyce would be able to thrill her without inspiring fear in her, fear that had always tainted her enjoyment when fucking men. But she knew even before plunging headfirst into the whirlpool of lesbian lust that nothing, not even sex with Joyce, could be as satisfying to her as sex with nineteen-year-old Joey.

Carol wanted to touch Joyce's smallish but incredibly perfect tits, wanted to feel their warmth and softness beneath the skimpy top of her bikini, wanted to discover for the first time in her life what another woman's tits felt like. She made no move toward Joyce until she felt the woman's long fingers scratching against the crotch of her lace

panties. Carol reached out and dropped her hand on Joyce's boob. Joyce responded by moving even closer to Carol's nearly naked body, moving so close that her naked knee was rubbing against the crotch of Carol's panties.

Carol was amazed that she took so easily to the joys of girl-girl sex. She had expected to feel some revulsion, at least in the first few seconds of their embrace. Instead she felt the most delicious imaginable thrill deep in her cunt, coursing through her entire body, turning her on as she had never thought possible.

"Good God, Joyce!" Carol gasped. "I don't believe this!"

"You like?" Joyce smiled, her knee rubbing hard against Carol's dampening panties.

"I think we'd better go upstairs where we can be more comfortable," Carol answered, thoroughly amazed at the wild thrills racing through her body, and thoroughly amazed that her neighbor liked girl-girl sex.

"Is your bed big enough for two, Carol darling?" Joyce purred.

Carol stood up and was about to answer her hot-assed neighbor when she froze at the sight of Joyce's young son standing in the doorway with his hard dick sticking up in front of him. He had shucked his trunks on the run and held them in his hand. He had the most horrified expression on his face, having apparently been stopped in his tracks by the sudden sight of his mother with her hand against Miss Chambers' pretty crotch. The horror that surged through Carol's mind and body was

strangely mingled with wild sexual excitement. She was faced with an impossible situation. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy had seen his mother playing with her cunt. And there was no doubt in her mind that another second would find Joyce catching sight of her son standing there with a hard cock, standing there the way he had been for weeks. She had to act quickly.

"Joyce… uh… why don't you just go on upstairs, darling? You know when my bedroom is, dear. I want to do something downstairs, that is I have something you'll love, Joyce. Now you just run upstairs like a darling and let me find it. I'll be right up," she urged, helping Joyce to her feet and all but pushing her out of the room to the foot of the stairs, looking over her shoulders and motioning for the boy to hide himself.

"Heavens, Carol! What is this mysterious thing you have to show me? Really the only thing I need is-" Joyce started to say, interrupted by Carol's quavering voice.

"Yes, I know, Joyce. I know. But you really will love this!" Carol said, seeing Joey disappear behind a huge potted fern.

"Well, all right, Carol. But this had better be good. I can't wait another minute! I haven't done this sort of thing with a girl in at least three weeks. I'm just dying for it, Carol!" Joyce said, turning to face her beautiful friend, noticing a terribly confused look on her face. "What on earth is the matter? Surely you're not getting cold feet?"

"Oh, no, Joyce. I really want this,". Carol answered weakly.

Joyce shrugged her bare shoulders and ascended the stairs. Even in her confused and nervous state Carol was struck powerfully by the lovely wiggle of Joyce's ass, by the way her long pink-glowing legs rose and fell, by the way the beauty tossed her head, throwing her hair behind her. She wanted to get at Joyce's cunt desperately now, and she would have her no matter what..