Young Tim Woodling glanced nervously up and down the carpeted corridor of the sixth floor of the high-rise building on North Dearborn Street, then hesitantly reached out to knock on the door marked "619." He was carrying a tissue-wrapped five-pound box of Fannie May candy, having bought it out of his allowance at Rachel's suggestion that Dinah Williams was very fond of chocolates. As he stood anxiously waiting for the door to open, he had never looked more self-conscious and less smug.
When it did open, he gulped and blushed. Golden-haired Dinah's buxom beauty was inflammatory, limned as it was by her snug flitting dark blue silk housecoat, and the glimpse of a silver zipper just above her spectacular round, sumptuous breasts suggested a total access to her opulent pink-sheened body-for indeed, the only other thing she had on besides that garment was her thong sandals.
"So you're Tim Woodling," she smiled. "Come in. Oh my-is that for me? Thank you so much-how did you know I'm just crazy about Fannie May candy?"
"I-I-er-t-thought you might, I guess," he faltered as he entered the attractively furnished one-room efficiency on which Patrick Gregory had been paying the rent ever since the day he had installed luscious Dinah as an employee of the Michigan Avenue shop.
"Now, sit right down on the couch. Can I get you a Pepsi or a Coke?"
"Pepsi's fine, thanks." The blond boy seated himself, leaning forward and huddling his wiry body, tense and ill at ease. Dinah Williams shot him a covert, amused glance as she walked towards the kitchen, returning with two brimming glasses. Handing him one, she sat down beside him. "My, you're tall for your age. Mrs. Woodling says you're almost sixteen."
"Y-yeah. I will be in September."
"You look lots older right now, you really do, Timmy. Or would you rather I called you Tim?"
"T-Tim's fine, M-Miss W-Williams," he stammered, then hastily took a sip from the frosted glass.
"And you'll be a senior in school about then, won't you? My, that's very smart for your age, Tim."
He squirmed, embarrassed. "Aw, I haven't any trouble at school, and I read a lot. It's easy."
"I wish I could say that. I had trouble keeping a C average, if you want to know."
"Yeah, but, well, you're a girl and it doesn't matter. I mean," he found himself hastening to correct what might have sounded like a slur, "well, you're so pretty, you could be a model or something, and you wouldn't need good grades to earn lots of money modeling, or something like that." Then he took another hasty sip from the glass and set it down with a clatter on the coffee table in front of the thickly upholstered couch.
"Why, what a sweet thing to say about me and you've only just met me," Dinah Williams set down her glass beside his and sidled closer till he could feel the pressure of her resilient, ripely rounded thigh through the thin, clinging housecoat. "I'll bet all the girls in school are crazy about a fellow like you, and maybe a little scared too."
He uttered a jerky little laugh. "Aw, you have to be kidding. Why'd they be scared?"
"Oh," she teased, her smile deepening, "because you've got such a quick mind and can see through them right off. And maybe because they feel you'd have an easy time making them do what you want-if you were their boyfriend."
He stared down at the floor, his cheeks reddening again, for her adroit tactics had taken him completely off guard. "I-I haven't got any steady girl. Anyhow, I don't much care for most of them at school. And anyhow, there's mostly fellows where I go." What he had no intention of telling her-or Rachel either, for that matter-was that his high scholastic standing and his habitual smug arrogance had made most of the eligible girls shun him like the plague. Indeed, only last week, tall raven-haired Nancy Phelps, who had been chatting with two of her girlfriends as he came out of a classroom and walked on by them, had said, just loud enough for him to hear, "There goes that sarcastic little creep.
But before his mind could dwell too long on this and other rejections, Dinah was surprisingly asking him if he knew how to dance. "A-a little, I guess, sure," he mumbled.
"Tell you what," she gayly proposed. "I'll turn on the hi-fl and we can try it. It'll be like having a date at the Aragon, only right here where we're nice and comfy."
"That'd be nice, M-Miss Williams."
"Silly, why don't you call me Dinah?" she rose with a sinuous movement that made him suddenly and torturingly aware of her ripe curves of bottom and thighs and breasts, walked to the stereo console (another gift from Patrick Gregory) and turned on an FM station which programmed 24 hours of popular dance music. "There, that's perfect for our orchestra, and, you know something, Tim I sort of feel like dancing and being held in the arms of a very good-looking smart young man.
He rose, tugging at his light blue pullover sweater, glanced down at the neat cuffs of his brown dacron trousers. He had taken more pains with his grooming this evening than at any other time in his young life; he had even cleaned his fingernails and borrowed some of his father's shaving cologne to rub on his neck and armpits.
Dinah moved seductively to him, holding out her arms, her eyes warm and inviting. His face burning, young Tim Woodling circled her waist with his right arm and felt her soft fingers entwine with his left hand. He was also suddenly aware of the spicy perfume she was using and, still more excitingly, that the pressure of his arm curving round her supple waist could feel nothing though the skintight housecoat except her ripe young quivering flesh.
"Mmm, you dance very well, Tim dear. Only, hold me closer than that," she whispered, and she pressed her soft pink cheek against his. He could feel the soft wafting of her breath against his face and the disconcerting prodding of her ripe firm breasts against his chest. And then his eyes widened with dismay to feel his cock hardening and shoving demandingly at the fly of his trousers, and instinctively he arched his hips backwards to prevent her learning into what a state her nearness had put him.
Then he gasped aloud, because the golden-haired receptionist had met his retreat by shoving her pelvis forward till there could be no doubt that she had felt the hard urgency of his stiff young cock And at the same time, she throatily murmured, "Oh, my, didn't I say a poor little helpless girl would be afraid of you? I guess I did that to you, didn't I, Tim?"
Even the lobes of his ears were red now and his throat was so choked, his heart pounding so fast, that he found it impossible to reply; he could only gawk helplessly at her, still holding her by her soft waist and hand, staring mutely and beseechingly at her.
"Mmm, I'll bet I did," she whispered again, pressing even closer to him, "so I'll just have to do something about it, won't I? But Tim, you naughty boy you, you haven't even kissed me yet, so how do I know if you even like me?"
"L-like you?" he croaked an anguished echo. "Gee, you-you re terrific-you've beautiful, D-Dinah- gosh!"
"That's some better. Only, like the song in My Fair Lady, don't tell me, show me," she giggled, her moist sensual red lips almost brushing his. He could neither resist nor ignore the temptation, and he didn't try; with a groan of sharp desire, he avidly crushed his mouth against hers, then at once drew back, afraid his boldness had offended her. The certainty he had known with his stepmother had entirely vanished.
But to his dazedly happy stupefaction, her mouth sought his in a long kiss that began gently and was continued with her warm little pink tongue agilely prying apart his trembling lips and slipping in between. And at the same time, her left hand moved to her silver zipper and began to tug It down, while her other band edged between their bodies, discovered the zipper of his dacron trousers and stealthily began to descend it.
As her soft fingers drew out his agonizedly turgid, aching cock in almost bursting erection, he could green," oh, D-Dinah, Dinah-ohh, Jeez, Dinah-'
"Shh, darling, I know. My. gracious, what a man you are! Now you take off your things while I go to the little girls' room and get ready for you. I shan't be long, so you hurry, Tim dear!" she whispered Into his ear; to cement the pledge, she darted the tip of her tongue against It, and then, with a soft knowing little laugh, hurried off to the bathroom.
As the door closed behind her, the blond boy blinked his eyes repeatedly, his body shaken by fitful tremors, and then stared down at his bulging, bared prick He said aloud to himself, "Oh, Jeez, oh zowie!" and then hastily began to strip down to shorts and socks, draping his trousers and sweater over the back of a nearby chair. Then suddenly, with a gulp, clapping a hand over his stiff weapon, he had a sickening sensation: he hadn't thought about, well, what a fellow did when he didn't want to get a girl into trouble. He glanced back at his discarded clothes with an almost frantic expression, and at that moment Dinah Williams -emerged from the bathroom.
She was naked in sandals, and his eyes were hypnotically drawn to her pink-sheened body as steel to a magnet: he devoured the big, round, closely set globes of her satiny breasts with their. dark coral aureole the size of a silver dollar, and the crinkly, pouting nipples palpitating in their erogenous center~. Slowly his eyes lowered to constate the glossy smoothness of her pink belly with its wide shallow niche, and then at the lower abdomen, the beginning of the abundant growth of sandy-hued silky curls which thickened very nearly to hide the fig-shaped fleshy coral-tinted lips of her cunt. And for Tim Woodling at this instant, golden-haired Dinah epitomized all there was of desirable, fuckable, lusted-for femininity, and he clenched his fists, panting in his monumental rut.
"Don't you want to take your shorts off too, Tim, honey?" her voice was soft and wheedling. But there was a vibrancy to it too, for Dinah Williams sensed his adolescent torment and fierce hunger for her nakedness; it gave her the lascivious fillip of seducing an immature boy and at the same time playing a coyly virginal role. As her soft hand stole out to cup his bulging cock, and she saw him glance frantically down at it, she sensed his hesitation: "Honey, you've nothing to worry about, I took care of things."
"Oh, G-Gawd, Dinah, you-you're great!" he panted, moving away but without taking his eyes off her lush young nakedness to husk down his shorts and then seat himself on the edge of the couch.
"You're bashful, and I like that in a fellow; it's sweet," she murmured as she sat down beside him, stroking his shoulder with her soft fingers. Quite apart from the substantial bonus his stepmother had promised her and the intimation that her own secret liaison with Patrick Gregory might soon be legally solidified, golden-haired Dinah enjoyed sex quite unashamedly. The sight of his stalwart, thickly turgid cock and the obviously calflike adoration of her naked charms which she could read on his flushed, taut features had already aroused her own rapacious appetites. "But don't you want to kiss me again, sweetheart?" she urged.
Her hand cupped his chin to make him turn to her; at the sight of her intensely wide, humid blue eyes, dilating, delicate nostrils and her quivering, half-parted moist red lips, he shuddered and then with a stifled cry, flung both arms round her and kissed her fiercely. Once again, her lips parted and her tongue intruded between his, while her other hand stole along his wiry, flexing thigh and the tips of her little fingers began to tickle and fondle the velvety head of his achingly whetted cock.
Her very boldness convinced Tim at last that this was not a dream and that this delicious, ripe naked beauty meant to deny him nothing. Casting aside his bashful awkwardness, he cupped both her round succulent breasts and thrust her onto her back on the couch. Nimbly, with a gurgling little sigh of anticipation, Dinah arched up her dimpled knees and spread them wide to grant him total access to her silky fleeced, twitchingly readied cunt.
Then he groaned aloud with indescribable delight to feel his hard sinewy young body merge with Dinah's soft yielding flesh; it hurtled him into a chaotic vortex of carnal excitement, for the cohesion of bare flesh to flesh was thrillingly new. He shuddered to feel Dinah's bare warm beautifully rounded arms cling tightly round his straining back, and, most maddeningly exciting of all, to feel his throbbing prick rasp downwards along the moist contracting sheath of Dinah's welcoming vaginal housing. And for his own adolescent ego, it was heaven to hear her little whimpered gasp of pleasure at this penetration and to feel her satiny bare legs clench tightly over his straining thighs as his face now nuzzled between the swelling gourds of her resilient, wonderfully yielding, cushiony breasts.
"Oooh, Tim honey, you feel so big and hard inside my little pussy-oh, take it easy on me, darling, you're so hard and big and strong!" she cooed. Though perhaps she had feigned ardent affection for the gauche youth when welcoming him into her apartment, she was now decidedly and very delightfully surprised by his vigorous male adequacy. But because she was also ably experienced in the reactions of the male, she sensed that his virility would be sorely taxed by his very excitement with her. Patrick Gregory, a connoisseur and voluptuary, had never failed to satisfy her avid cravings, but his methods were those of a suave gentleness, expert dalliance and almost torturing prolongation. By contrast now, young Tim's violently jerky thrusts in and out of her quaking cunt had started to unleash raw desire in her. Even as her lovely face contorted with rapt concentration on the furious frictioning and roughly chafing probing which Tim's frantically demanding cock was inflicting on her seething vagina, Dinah Williams was promising herself that before this nocturnal tryst was over, her teenaged lover was going to be taught some of the more tantalizing ways of spinning a fucking out till both partners' nerves fairly shrieked for appeasement.
But for the moment, at least, she was being most flatteringly besieged and certainly most pleasurably documented on his adoration of her naked flesh: she could feel his swollen, nearly bursting cock ruthlessly distend the narrow, sensitive volutes of her vaginal chasm in a way that left no doubt as to his intoxicated worship of her yearning cunt. His lean fingers were squeezing. the sides of her panting round tits, then reaching under her to goad her velvety-smooth, quivering, round buttocks to becoming squirmingly agitated hillocks of eager, palpitating flesh. His lips had taken hold of one of her nipples, flinting it with tingling sensations, and she felt the rubbing of his belly to hers as sensation piled upon sensation in them both. The deepest reservoir of her emotions now threatened to give way before the battering ram of his frenzied young cock.
"Ahh-Timmy-oooh-pl-please-darling-slow down and let little D-Dinah catch up, sweetheart-ohho, ahh, d-darling, it's so good, but-but take it e-easy!" she panted, scrabbing her fingernails into his back and shoulders. Her knees flung up on either side of him, swung hugely apart; then, as he again dug to the roots inside her cunt, she moaned and locked her naked thighs over his buttocks while she arched herself up with all her strength-only to utter a frantic cry of disappointment and loss as she suddenly felt him explode hot gismic lava deep into her womb.
He was gasping for breath, his flushed face burrowed Into the valley of her heaving tits, his hands gripping her perspiring satiny sides Just above her writhing hips, sprawled and spent, as golden-haired Dinah Williams let her thighs grow lax over him, tilted back her anguished face and closed her eyes, fighting to regain her breath. He had brought her to the brink of hot bubbling come, only to leave her there so languishingly that she very nearly wanted to burst into tears. Then, after a long moment, fighting back the turbulent waves that still furiously churned within her, she huskily whispered, "Tim sweetheart, it was heavenly-only, next time, I'm going to show you how much more fun we can both have if you let me help. Now get off Mamma, darling, and let's go tidy up, have some more Pepsi and a cigarette, and then I'll show you Just what I mean.
He raised his haggard face to stare at her, almost in tears of gratitude himself for the glorious flesh-bounty she had accorded. "Jeez, you-oh, Dinah," he gasped, still aware of the convulsive tightening of her vagina against his limpened cock which remained in her exquisite cunt-captivity…
What happened after that was a dream of lustful fantasy which young Tim Woodling would remember all the rest of his life. Dinah had led him to the shower, and they had both soaped and sponged each other. Under her bantering and playful aegis, he had abandoned the last vestiges of shame-faced embarrassment. Her soft little hand, covered with soapy lather, had fondled and squeezed and played with his cock till he felt it stiffen into renewed and full erection- but without the first overwhelming urge that had betrayed him when he had felt himself penetrate into(the tight warm socket of Dinah's torrid cunt. And in turn, he had been led to soap her vulva and to play with the fascinating little nodule of her cit till she wriggled and squealed, then hugged him and kissed him as the warm spray laved their shuddering bodies and titillated all their senses into a new anticipation of a more languorous yet perhaps more thrilling fulfillment.
They had toweled each other, and she had taken him back to the couch. For a few moments, sharing a glass of Pepsi and a cigarette, they had chatted, Dinah cleverly leading him on to admit some of his lustful preferences, and had purposely stimulated him by injecting the most lubricious terms into this calculated discussion. Finally, she had huskily intimated, "Now this time, you're to make it last as long as you can. All it takes is practice. You lie down now and let me get better acquainted with this big sweet hard lollypop of yours, lover."
Excitedly, he had rolled onto his back while Dinah crouched over him, letting him feast his eyes on the jiggling globes of her round pink-sheened tits, the tantalizingly fluffy muff of her pubis which let the pink fleshy lips of her cunt peep through in slyly beckoning invitation. Then she began to glide the tip of her tongue over his wiry young body, starting at the neck, lingering over his paps till he exclaimed at the tingling new sensations of that exquisite nuance of foreplay. Working gradually down his body, she halted her ministrations just as she reached his upright, throbbing cock. Then, agilely turning onto her side, she grasped his hands and drew them to her breasts, whispering, "Now feel me up, all of me, nice and blow and easy. That drives a girl wild, Tim. When you have your next girl-and my goodness, it won't be long, not when they find out how terrific you are in bed-you'll see what she'll do for you when she finds Out how you can drive her up the wall. Don't ever hurry, you'll both lose too much. Now love me!"
He began to stroke her tits and belly, blushing as he saw her eyes follow the movements of his hand. When he hesitated, she nodded, and, emboldened by this, he brushed his fingertips over the soft lips of her pink cunt.
"Mmm, that's the way, sweetheart!" Dinah huskily encouraged, squirming closer to him. "Every girl just loves having her little pussy tickled. But see if you can find my secret spot-ooooh, yes, yes, Tim lover, that's it, you've hit the button-don't you feel me wriggle when you ring my little puss/s doorbell that way? That means a girl is just dying to be fucked-ob yes, yes, move It around-ooohh, higher, honey- ahh-oh, Timmy, now, now, get on top of me and shove that great big hard wicked cock of yours all the way out through my naughty bumhole, ohhhb darling, that's sooooo good-take it slow and easy, I'm not going to run away, not from a man with a wonderful cock like yours-ohhhhhh, Tim!"
Keeping his left forefinger pressed against her throbbing clitoris, his right hand squeezing one of her heaving warm round fits, his mouth fused to hers and his tongue rapiering fiercely Inside her eagerly responsive mouth, young Tim Woodling began to thrust himself slowly to the hilt, then retreat to the very edges of her quaking vulva, holding himself with a studied effort before at last forcing himself back down into the contracting, warm tightness of Dinah Williams's seething cunt.
Lithe and feline, the naked golden-haired young woman had made him maneuver so that both lay on their sides facing each other; now, with a gasp of delight, she lifted her right leg and clamped It over his hip to pinion him to her cunt's exacting socket, while her tongue rampantly probed inside his gasping mouth to find and friction his own. And this time, the blond adolescent learned the indescribable bliss of prolongation, of exacerbating the senses of touch and smell and sight till it seemed impossible to endure the Tantalus any longer, only to halt and regroup, feeling the hot thick blood throbbing in every vein, till at last, her fingers pinching and squeezing him and at last hilting a forefinger into his tight young anus, Dinah Williams signaled to him that her time had come for unleashed and abandoned rut-fulfillment…
It was well after midnight when Tim Woodling, turning the key very slowly in the lock of the old house on Astor Street, let himself in, his eyes starry, his -lips wreathed in a reminiscent, triumphant smile. And when he flung himself down naked on his bed, he was at once plunged into a deep and dreamless sleep, for even the wildest of his dreams had been turned into gratifying flesh-reality by the insatiable naked golden-haired young goddess who had been his glorious Circe and turned him-unlike the mythological siren-not into swine but into very much a man.