A Woman For Boys (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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A Woman For Boys

CHAPTER ONE"Is this the way you wanted the hose, Mrs. Parker?" young Stan Howard asked, as he draped the garden hose over the side of the swimming pool he'd just cleaned out."Yes, that will be just fine, Stan," I said, as my eyes moved over those bare shoulders of his that were so well tanned. My mouth started watering."How long will it take the pool to fill?" Stan asked, as he turned away from the pool and walked towards where I was standing on the back steps of my home."Oh, about four hours should do it," I said, letting my eyes drop to his thick thighs and making a note of the very thick hair covering those muscular thighs."Is there anything I can do while we wait for the pool to fill, Mrs. Parker?" the innocent boy asked, with no idea that he was the fly crawling right into the web of the big, black spider."Well, I was thinking it's time you came into the house and had a nice cold glass of Coke," I said, unable to keep my eyes off the narrow crotch of his brief shorts."You don't really have to go to all that trouble," he said, and I took a deep breath when he didn't reach for the shirt he'd worn early that morning and slip into it, the way he might have.I knew it was just an old shirt he wore around home and yet it did have a way of covering up most of his trunks. The thing I really didn't like was the way that shirt came down just far enough to cover the crotch of his trunks. A young man with his kind of build had no business covering up his body, not at all!I was wearing my new swimming suit and had been thrilled several times when I'd caught his eyes moving up and down my legs and thighs. He was eighteen years old, I knew, but even so, some boys of that age started to get interested in girls. Each time he'd become aware of the fact I knew he was looking at my legs and thighs, or at my body, he'd very quickly look somewhere else.I didn't move from the spot where I stood as he walked up the rear steps. He just couldn't keep the back of his one hand from brushing my bare thigh so lightly, it sent cold chills running up and down my spine."Be a gentleman and open the door for me," I said in a very low voice.You should have seen the funny way he looked at me when the feel of his hand brushing my bare thigh didn't seem to bother me in the least. Before he could reach the door, we stood facing each other so that his eyes were naturally drawn to the narrow halter of my brief bathing suit.I was breathing pretty hard myself at that moment so, of course, those big, ripe tits of mine were rising and falling quickly, beneath my brief halter. I knew the boy could see the inner slopes of my tits' creamy white mounds, for my halter didn't really do much more than cover my brownish colored nipples. I was also aware of the fact that my breathing so deeply made the valley between my big ripe tits seem even deeper than it was."Well?" I asked and smiled at him, as I let one of my hands touch his thigh very lightly. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he gasped and reached for the door very quickly.I know it was a mean trick to pull on the poor lamb but I just had to move so that my thigh brushed his. You never saw the color drain from a boy's cheeks so fast in your whole life. He was scared to death and if I hadn't been standing right behind him, blocking his chance, I'm sure he'd have turned and went running for home."You have very good thighs," I said in that soft, deep voice of mine as I leaned forward to brush his ear lightly with my lips.He tried to say something, but no words would come. He was as frightened as a sweet young girl would have been to find herself in a car on a lonely road and learning the big, good-looking man who'd given her a ride, planned on having a little fun with her. It was the kind of fear that could leave deep marks on the mind of such a lovely young girl for the rest of her life.Poor Stan could do nothing but open the rear door and walk into my kitchen. I could hear his deep breathing and see the little beads of sweat break out on his bare shoulders, proving that he was all tied up inside with knots of fear as I followed him into the kitchen. Perhaps I should have felt pity for the boy, but that good-looking man had felt no pity for me. My cries of fear and pain only seemed to have aroused him that much more."You just sit down over there at the table, darling," I said and gave Stan a pat on his ass. "I'll get both of us a bottle of Coke, or perhaps you'd like something just a little stronger.""A Coke will be fine," Stan said, moving to sit down at the kitchen table, his forehead covered with beads of sweat while his hands were shaking.I took two bottles from the icebox along with a tray of ice cubes. Moving to the sink, I turned two glasses right side up and started fooling with the tray of ice cubes. Oh, what I had in mind was another one of those real dirty tricks, the boy being so young, but it had to be. I just had to get Stan so aroused he wouldn't be able to control himself and then I'd have things all my way."Could you come here and give me a hand with this?" I asked, turning to favor the boy with a wide grin.Of course he got to his feet and walked over to where I was with the tray of ice cubes. What the hell else could he have done with my being so fucking nice to him and all. Oh, I'd learned all there could be learned when it came to handling young boys of that age. As long as you got them to think they were actually making all those first important moves and getting away with them, you were all right. Just let them learn they were being taken for the big ride and they'd run for the hills.Stan was getting a little bolder by the time he'd taken that ice tray from my hands and shown me how simple it was to release the cubes from it. When I moved so that our bare thighs were against each other, he didn't suddenly try pulling back away from me the way he would have such a few short hours before.When I moved so that the scantily clad mound of my right tit brushed his arm, he did move away but that was to be expected. He wasn't too sure just how far he could go before I'd slap him down for being so fresh.I poured two Cokes into the two glasses I'd turned upright and dropped an ice cube into each of them. I handed one of those glasses to Stan and took the other myself. I clicked the edge of my glass against the glass he held and we each took a long sip."It's much cooler in the living room," I said very softly, as I slipped my arm under his and lead the way down the little hall into the living room."Man! this is real cool," Stan said, as we moved into the big room that was done in a light orange."My husband thought I'd lost my mind and got a television set for his den, so he wouldn't have to sit here in this real way-out room to watch his old ball games," I informed the boy, but I was actually just talking so he wouldn't notice the way we were moving towards the long, low sofa which ran the full length of the northeast wall."Well, it is kind of a little different," Stan said and got busy taking a long drink.I dropped down onto the sofa and patted the cushion next to where I was sitting. Stan stood there for a moment looking down at my bare legs and thighs while tapping the rim of his glass against his upper lip. I could see he'd liked the feel of my thigh against his and would have bet he was wondering how it would feel to run his hand up and down one of them just once or twice."Sit down, darling," I cooed and reached up to pat his thigh very lightly.At last he seemed to decide there wasn't really very much he could do but sit down next to me. Maybe he was even thinking he might be able to sit close enough so that our thighs would gently brush one another."Hey! it's real soft," he said in a surprised tone of voice, as he sat down so close, that not only our thighs but our hips were brushing lightly against each other."Of course it's soft, darling," I cooed and put my arm up over the top of the sofa so that it would lightly brush those fine, muscular shoulders of his.The poor boy was so shaken up he took almost all of what Coke there happened to be left in his glass, in one long swallow. I took a good, healthy sip of my own drink, for I, too, was starting to feel those little beads of sweat breaking out on my bare shoulders and under the tight fitting cups of my brief halter, as was always the case whenever I was seducing a young, good-looking boy like Stan."You got real nice legs, Mrs. Parker," the poor boy said and while he was speaking he'd lowered his head so I knew how much it spooked him to tell an older woman, such as myself, a thing like that."Why that's very nice of you, darling," I cooed, leaning closer to him so that he'd feel the warmth of my breath on his ear."I didn't want you to think I was being fresh or anything like that," he stammered, while his one hand found my soft thigh as though it had a mind of its own."Now how could I get such a crazy idea when you've been a perfect young gentleman?" I cooed and hoped that wasn't one sure way of cooling him off, as his friends would have put it."Ah, now you're teasing me," he said and swallowed a lump I was sure wasn't even there in his dry throat."You've got a nice soft hand," I said and moved my thigh so that his hand just had to move up and down over my soft flesh.I could see the way he was watching my halter rise and fall with each breath I took. Grinning, I started taking much deeper breaths so he'd really see how my big tits could rise and fall. If he wasn't getting the right kind of message from my actions, he could blame only himself."I haven't done a lot of hard work like your husband," he said and his cheeks were flushed once again. "I've seen how hard, and rough your husband's big hands are.""Well, you don't have to worry about those big hands of his, darling," I cooed. "We've been married a long time now, so he doesn't run those hard, rough hands of his up and down my legs and thighs anymore.""Gee! if I were married to a woman who had such really tough-looking legs and thighs, I'd never be able to keep my hands off them," he said, while his hand moved clear down to my knee, and then back up to the hem of my bathing suit's briefs.Oh, that slim hand moving so gently over the soft flesh of my thigh felt real good. He really hadn't needed to tell me how nice he thought my legs and thighs were. I'd known what he thought by the way he'd been looking at them, by the way he touched them."Mmm, those little things with wings are sure flying around like crazy way down in my stomach," I cooed, removing my arm from the back of the sofa and leaning forward so I might slide my hand down my back to find the thin strap of my halter and unhook it."What are you doing?" he asked and while I couldn't see his eyes, I'd have bet they'd grown to nearly twice their normal size."It's getting awfully warm in here," I said, as I sat back to pull my halter away from those big tits of mine so their cherry colored nipples might feel the cool air."Man! ain't none of the girls at school got tits as big as you have, Mrs. Parker," he said and I hoped he couldn't see how really surprised I was to learn that he'd had a chance to see the tits of the girls at school.Oh, I was in touch with the younger crowd enough to know things had changed since my school days. I'd gone to school way back during the dark ages, one boy had informed me, one time when I'd mentioned my school days. He could have been right, I guess, for in those days boys hadn't shown too much interest in girls until their second or third year of high school. After that, they'd seemed to really grow up."You mean the young ladies at school let you look at their tits?" I asked, wondering if he'd get up nerve enough to reach up and touch one of my big tits with his fingers without my saying something or taking hold of his wrist and putting them against my nipples."Oh, they don't know anything about it," he said and winked at me. "At least they don't let on if they do.""I have a feeling you've lost me somewhere along the line," I confessed."The boy's shower room and the girl's shower room are side by side with only a thin wall between them," he explained, unable to take his eyes off my naked breast or to stop his hand from moving ever so slowly up and down over the soft, warm flesh of my thigh. "Some of the older guys went to the trouble of cutting little peepholes in the wall so they would have a chance to watch the girls take their showers.""Oh, and you've naturally taken a look through one of those holes," I said and felt a shiver run the full length of my spine when his fingertips very, very lightly moved over the narrow, tight crotch of my bathing suit briefs."Well, you wouldn't want the rest of the guys to call me chicken, would you?" he asked and almost pulled his head back out of reach when I went to place my hand lightly on the back of his neck."You could never be called chicken, not by anybody," I cooed and knew it was just another way of pulling one of those dirty little tricks of mine, so he'd find it impossible not to do what I desired."It's about the best way of getting laughed at," he said and I knew just what he meant.There had been that ride home, I'd honestly thought, with that nice man. The drive way out into the country and being parked on one of those narrow, little used dirt roads. There had been that hot mouth covering mine, those hot, silkish hands moving up along my thighs, up under my skirt. There had been, too, that knot of fear in my stomach when those hands so roughly tore the crotch of my brief panties.Oh, it had happened long ago and I knew it would be best to forget it. It had just happened and there was nothing anybody could do about it. I'd been too ashamed of being such a stupid little fool to have run right home and told my parents. I'd just bottled it up inside myself and tried to act like nothing at all had happened."Some of the older girls have so much hair between their legs you can't see anything but hair," Stan said and I was brought back out of the past by the sound of his voice."It's too bad you don't happen to have a sister so you'd have a chance to learn more about how girls really think and feel when it comes to having boys look them over real good with their eyes," I told Stan, feeling those fingers of his pressing a little more firmly against the narrow crotch of my bathing suit briefs."I'd sure like to have that sweet little Nina Hubbard for a sister," he said and I discovered he'd been much more than just a little interested in girls. "Man! I seen her and her brother, Troy, sitting on their front porch swing while his hand was moving up and down her slim thighs.""Nina can't be more than eleven," I said and smiled, for like Stan had said, the Hubbard children were very, very close, which was something everybody in the neighborhood had known for a long time.I'd seen those two lovely youngsters in the backyard of the Hubbard home and noticed the boy hadn't been the least bit ashamed of putting his arm around the slim waist of his lovely kid sister. I'd never seen the two of them walking down the public sidewalk holding hands, but it wouldn't have surprised me a great deal. Being their next-door neighbor, I had seen much more than the rest of their neighbors."Would you feel better in the den?" I asked Stan, for it was soon going to feel very odd being stark naked there in my living room with those big front windows."You'd feel better, wouldn't you?" Stan asked and he was thinking way beyond those young and tender years of his."You're so very thoughtful, the girl who marries you is going to be lucky, darling," I cooed, as I got to my feet and moved towards the den, dragging my halter along in my wake by one thin strap.Stan walked along right at my side and I was aware of his eyes watching my swaying tits. Oh, when you have to wear a size 40-D bra to hold your big tits in, they really sway when you walk once you remove either your bra or halter. In case the nipples of your tits happen to be nearly the size of nickels, like mine were, then those creamy white mounds of flesh beneath them really seem to almost be rolling.When we reached the door of the den I stepped to one side so Stan might be the gentleman and open the door. When my full, ripe tit brushed his arm and sent cold chills up and down my spine, that was just an added thrill. Perhaps the boy had gotten up nerve enough to touch those nipples of mine with his fingertips, but there was no doubt in my mind as to what he would do just once we were in the den.My husband had fixed that den so that it looked as though no woman had ever stepped into it. Actually I never had when he was around. That was his little palace and I stayed out of it. When he was working during the day and I had a good-looking young man in the house, it was the perfect place to make that young man feel relaxed and at home."Hey! real cool!" Stan said, glancing up at the stuffed bear's head which hung above the fireplace."John does a lot of hunting," I explained to the boy and patted his bare thigh in a manner that let him know he had the right to use those hands of his on my legs and thighs in any manner he desired."It's nice and cool in here, too," he said and I'll be damned if he didn't actually give me a swat on my ass."I think we'll just close this door and keep it that way," I said and felt his hand move up over the soft, warm flesh of my inner thigh.Oh, I had the darling boy aroused all right. Of that I would have bet good, hard cash and I'm not the betting kind. Well, at least he was going to be well trained in the game of sex, so that when his desires became fully aroused he wouldn't ever have to hurt some sweet young girl.I knew how mean and cruel a man could be with some poor girl once his sexual desires were fully aroused. While he might not be fully to blame for his actions at such a time, the man did leave a deep scar on the young woman he took in such a beastly manner. I'd been the victim of such a man and saw it as my duty to teach all the young men I came into contact with, the difference between making love to a young girl and the act of assaulting her just to relieve their own sexual demands.Stan was such a sweet and gentle young man, the idea of his ever forcing himself upon some poor, unwilling girl because he could not control his sexual demands, pained me. Before I let him walk out of that den he'd know there were many ways of getting his sexual thrills from a seemingly unwilling young woman without resorting to violence. "I'll bet those tits feel real nice, Mrs. Parker," Stan said and reached up to gently touch the creamy white mound of my full, ripe left tit.Talk about reaching out and touching a live wire with your fingertip. Man! that couldn't have sent any more shock waves shooting up and down the length of my spine. Those fingers just poked at the creamy white mound of my tit several times, so the boy really left me no choice.The poor boy just couldn't seem to work up nerve enough to cup that full, creamy white mound of my king-size tit in the palm of his soft hand. So there seemed to be but one thing for me to do. I caught his wrist in my left hand and forced him to cover the full mound of my left tit with the palm of his hand."Oh, man it's not really so soft!" the boy gasped and I knew he was surprised to learn how hard and firm the soft creamy flesh around the base of my nipple had grown, as my desire for his loving grew stronger and stronger."Were you really so afraid you'd crush it if you covered it with your whole hand, darling?" I asked, while I reached down to strip the briefs of my bathing suit down over my full hips and thighs to let him have a look at the thick mass of pubic curls covering my pubic mound."Gee! I never saw so much hair there and I can still see the flesh beneath it!" Stan gasped and I noticed how full the crotch of his trunks had become, giving me all the proof I needed that he was as well hung as I'd figured."There is one very important fact you have to remember young man," I said and moved so my pubic curls were gently brushing against the flesh of his thigh and watched the way those muscles beneath the flesh of his broad, bare chest started to ripple as his breathing became deeper."I have to remember that you're a fully grown woman and not a young girl of my own age," the boy said and he had lifted his one foot slightly from the floor so he might press his one knee much more firmly against my pubic mound and get the real feel of it."Now you must never start thinking girls your own age are foolish, darling," I cooed and locked my arms around his waist so my other full, ripe tit was pressed firmly against one of his nipples."I'd feel real funny about being with one of them if she were to take off all her clothes," he said."Of course you would, darling," I cooed. "That's the way it should be since you don't know anything about sex and would only wind up hurting the poor girl or leaving her feeling she had failed you, which is the worst thing in the world that can happen to a young girl.""I don't think I understand!" the boy gasped when my desires reached such a high peak that he could feel the heat from deep within my love channel against the flesh of his knee.