"I knew you'd show up," Randy Chapman said. He shoved the sex-doll aside and off the bed. Then he centered himself on the bed, his legs spread, his hands clasped behind his head, his muscled, sweat-misted abdomen rising and falling under his throbbing, eleven-inch cock. "I could tell by the way you looked at me yesterday you wanted me. All the horny ladies give me that same look when they wanna suck my cock. Take off your clothes. I wanna see your tits and ass and cunt."

Kathy was speechless. Trembling too hard to utter a word, she undressed clumsily. The boy watched her, smiling at her shaking hands. Her panties came off first, and the boy told her to toss them to him. They fell on his cock, which flexed up nearly vertical when the silky, cunt wet panties touched it. He grabbed them and pressed them to his nose.

"Ohhh Jesus, I love that smell!" Randy sighed. "You're a real juicy bitch! I love 'em juicy! Off with the dress!"

The dress came off over Kathy's head and her tits bounced into view. The boy's cock wiggled and danced with excitement.

"Turn around and show me your ass. Nice. Bend over and spread the cheeks. Let me see your asshole and cunt. Oh yeah, I like what I see! Now come over here and do what you want."

Kathy had never been so excited. She'd fucked a lot of boys before she'd married Otto, had played a lot of sex games with a lot of boys, but she couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on. Maybe her excitement was due to her long years of deprivation and frustration. Or maybe it was just simply that Randy Chapman was the most exciting boy she'd ever met.

"I've seen you watching me through your front window," the boy said. "Been watching me for years, ain't ya? Been wanting me for years? Just like all the other ladies in this town."