Now, almost twenty years later, Miss Doreen Miller walked home slowly from school, wondering why her life didn't turn out the way she had hoped that day of the picnic.
She and Jimmy saw each other all the time. They were very much in love, and each time they spent together, they loved each other more and more.
She had more sex in those few years than many people have in a lifetime. She did everything with him. She sucked him off, he ate her out. They fucked in every conceivable position. And best of all, they were engaged to be married.
She could still quote the letter by heart. "My dearest Doreen," it began, "I know I should be with you to tell you in person, but I'm writing this letter because I'm a coward. Maybe knowing that about me will make it easier to accept what I'm going to say, but I've met a girl I really dig." Doreen Miller realized she was speaking the letter out loud as she walked down the street. People were stopping to stare at her. She closed her mind as best she could. She couldn't bear to think about that letter. It was all too horrible. She had torn it up into a thousand bits when she read it, and then, spent the next several hours picking up all the pieces and fitting them back together. She read and re-read that letter for years, still dreaming that he would change his mind and come back to her.
She read in the paper that her own Jimmy Tibbs was marrying some rich snooty debutante. She burned that newspaper, and the letter he sent her. But she knew that letter by heart and from that day on, vowed she would never many.
Every time she saw a young man, she imagined that it was her Jimmy. She took a job in a school, not because she liked being a librarian, but because she could be surrounded by so many teens. Each one reminded her of Jimmy, particularly young Gary. Gay was right when he told his friend Ronnie that Miss Miller was staring at him, especially at his crotch. Looking at Gary brought her back to that day in the park when he first saw her and first fucked her.
Now she was engaged to be married again. Not to a handsome young knight, but to a worker in a shoe factory. Thomas Payson, age thirty-six, one year older than she was. He was handsome and masculine, but not young. He could never thrill her the way Jimmy did. No matter how big his cock was, it could never feel the same inside her cunt.
But Doreen Miller had never been fucked by Thomas. She had dated him and accepted his offer of marriage, only because she hated, the social pressures brought on unmarried women in this small town of Oakville. Every time she walked down the street, people whispered about her. At least getting married would shut their mouths.
She wasn't uptight about having sex with Thomas. On the contrary. She wanted to be fucked, but Thomas was the reluctant one.
"Oh, Thomas," she exclaimed, when he asked her to marry him. "Yes! Ohh, yes!" She put her arms around him and started to kiss him. He responded for a moment and then pushed her aside.
There was nothing stirring between his legs, as she felt when she put her hand on his crotch. He became almost violent. "Don't touch me there!" he shouted at her. "You know we shouldn't do things like that until we're married."
Doreen was stunned, but said nothing. He was the only man to ask her to many, and she couldn't do anything that would make him change his mind. Perhaps he had a stricter upbringing. Maybe he was religious. Whatever the reason, she knew she would have to wait until they were married before she could feel his thick cock inside her pussy.
Now, after the episode with Gary at school, she felt hornier than she had been in a long time. She had been looking at that marriage manual, not so much for herself, but in case Thomas wanted to study it. But looking at the pictures really turned her on, and when Gary was alone with her in the library, she lost her head when he started coming on to her.
Now she had sucked him off and had to finger-fuck herself to make herself come. It was the first real sexual contact she had with another person since Jimmy. It felt so good. All these years of pent-up sexual activity had made her pussy overflow like mad. But now, she wanted a cock inside her slit. She had to have it. She had to be fucked or she would go crazy.
Doreen called her fiance Thomas again. She wanted to speak to him. It was important.
He agreed to see her, and she put on her tightest dress, the one that showed the most cleavage. Then she dabbed herself with some very expensive perfume. She would have to get Thomas to fuck her. If she didn't have a cock up her slit she would go mad.
"Something wrong?" he asked her, wondering why she insisted on seeing him. "You're all dolled up. What for?"
"Just to see you," she said, sitting down on his soft and trying to look sexy. "Could I have a cigarette?" she asked him. He handed one to her. He sat down next to her. She leaned over him as far as she could without seeming too obvious and asked him to light it for her. He would have to look down and see her breasts. That would have to turn him on.
He did notice her large fleshy globes, but other than stare at them, he didn't react at all. She pressed her shoulder against his. There was no response. "You feelin' okay?" he asked her.
"Sure, Tom," she said. "You know, it's been so long since we've talked."
"Whaddaya wanna talk about?" he asked.
"Oh, things. Us. Are you really going to be happy with me?"
"Sure, doll," he said. "You know I am."
"I'm glad," she replied. "Ohh, it feels so good to be with you, Tom," she exclaimed. "Hold me, Tom. Make me feel loved." She put her own arms around him without giving him a chance to reply. He let her hug him, though he wasn't very passionate in return.
His aloofness only made her crave his body even more. She pressed her breasts against his chest. He couldn't resist this, not if he was normal.
She sensed the slightest of stirrings within his pants as she rubbed her tits against him. This was getting to him, she thought. She took hold of his hands and made him rub her tits.
"Ohhh, that's so good, Tom," she said. "Ohhh! Do it harder, Tom. Harder!"
He rubbed her slightly. "What's gotten into you," he asked. "You're really strange tonight."
"Strange?"
"Yeah, pawin' all over me like this. Somethin' turn you on today? I mean, what gives with this touchin' stuff?"
"Don't you want to touch me, Tom? I mean, we're going to be married soon."
"Well, when we're married, I'm gonna touch you, but it ain't right now. Y'know what I mean?"
"Oh, Tom, that's so old-fashioned," she said. "Nobody really believes that now."
"I do," he said. "C'mon, what you need is a drink. I'll fix you your usual."
"No, Tom," she said. "No more grasshoppers. Fix me a double martini, extra dry."
"Okay," he said. "You'll get drunk."
"Please, Tom. I need a drink now. A real drink." Tom fixed her the martini and poured himself a large glass of scotch, neat, no ice. After about fifteen minutes, Tom got up.
"I think you better go before you get really drunk," he told her. "C'mon, I'll drive you back."
"I can walk," she said, disappointed that her attempt at lust led nowhere.
"You'll fall. I'll drive you." He led her to his car. As he drove along, she tried to put her hand on his crotch, but he brushed her away. It upset her. She craved sex. She was no kid. She could do it without it being wrong, and certainly Tom could. What was he afraid of?
"See you Saturday," he said to her. She waved goodbye as he drove off. She was now slightly tipsy, and even more horny than ever. What she needed, she told herself was another drink.
Doreen waited until Tom was safely out of sight. Instead of entering her house, she walked down the road to Mike's Pub, the local watering hole.
She knew she would cause a stir entering the bar alone. Her reputation in town had spread quite far. The spinster librarian, that's what she was called.
"Martini," she called out at the bar. She was served the drink, and as she sat on the stool, several patrons eyed her lustily. She paid them no mind. She wasn't interested in them. But something did catch her eye at the pinball machine.
Doreen walked over to the game. A couple of guys were hitting the contraption, trying to increase their score.
"Are you supposed to do that?" she asked one of the boys who was hitting the machine hardest.
"Yeah, it's okay," he replied. "It's allowed. I'm winning too. Wow!"
"I'd like to play when you're through," said Doreen. The game soon ended.
"See ya, Bill," said the guy who was standing by the machine.
"Yeah, I gotta get home. Take care, Ed."
"Now what do I do?" asked Doreen, who by now was really feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"Here, I'll show ya," said the boy. He put the coin in the machine and started to play. He scored several thousand points on his first turn, and now Doreen was up. She tried to score points, but she fell far behind on the first turn.
"I gotta show you how to do it," said the boy. When it was her turn again, he guided her hands to make sure the little metal ball bounced around the machine without falling into the hole that would end the play. The moment that he touched her hands, she felt her whole body tingling with pleasure.
"Like this?" she asked, standing in front of the machine.
"Yeah, kinda," he replied. She was standing right in front of him so he could monitor her movements. She felt his body practically touching hers, and it pleased her. She deliberately stepped backwards slightly so that she was now actually rubbing directly against him.
He felt the warmth of her body and he made no move to pull away from her. She was wearing a really lovely perfume, he thought, and the closer she got to him, the more he got turned on.
She thought, but wasn't sure, that she could feel a slight movement within his fly. Her ass was pressed up against his crotch, and she detected a throbbing against her buttocks. She pushed backwards with her ass, and now she was sure. The boy was getting a hard-on, and it pleased her. She felt her pussy juices starting to flow out of her cunt, and she pushed backwards even harder, wishing that his cock could slowly slide into her hungry cunt mouth.
"Excuse me," said the guy. "I gotta go to the john." She nodded and turned around, smiling. She looked down at the boy's crotch. He tried to bide from her, but she was quicker than he was. She noticed a distinct bulge protruding in the front of his pants, and she longed to inch out and touch the boy's dick.
The boy entered the lounge area. Doreen also had to pee, and she went into the ladies' room. The two johns had a mutual wall and as she sat on the pot, she thought she heard a strange sound. She got up off the pot, and pressed her ear to the wall.
The sounds she heard were very distinct now. It was obvious that the boy had been turned on by her, because she knew that he was rubbing his cock. He was breathing heavily, and the idea that he was jerking off because of her thrilled her.
She tapped lightly on the wall. The sounds stopped. Then they resumed. She tapped again. Again, the boy stopped beating off. "Hey!" she said in a stage whisper. "Hey! Need help with that?"
There was a long silence. Then the sound of the boy masturbating started again. Doreen left the ladies' room and peered around. There was no one around. No one could see her. She tiptoed into the men's room and saw a pair of feet at the bottom of one of the stalls.
She tapped on it. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," was the reply. The latch on the door to the stall was moved, dud Doreen quickly pulled it open. She was right. The boy was standing over the toilet seat with his huge erection in his hand.
Doreen said not a word. The boy knew why she had come into the john, and he turned towards her. She grasped hold of his thick spear and started to rub it up and down.
It was quite hot. He had began beating it off for some time now, and she stroked it gently, rubbing and squeezing his balls until he was gasping for breath.
"I know something better," she said. He looked puzzled. Doreen loosened her gown. She was still in the fancy dress she had worn to see Tom, and had a bit of difficulty getting out of it.
"What are you doing?" he asked her. He was confused.
"This is gonna make it feel better," she said, finally removing her dress and pulling the boy's cock towards her until the tip of it was pressing up against her panties.
"What're you gonna do?" he asked again.
"You'll see," she replied. She pulled her panties down and nabbed his dickhead against her steamy cunt. "I want you to fuck me," she said. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"I dunno," he said. "I ain't never done it before." Doreen smiled. At least he was honest. Most guys would lie and try to make her think they were expert lovers.
"I'll show you," she said. "Does your cock feel good now?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he replied. "It feels real good."
"Well, I'm gonna pull it into my pussy like this," she said. "Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt. Now just relax and let it go all the way in." The boy was trembling, but not with fear. He was so excited that he had to exert enormous control so he wouldn't shoot his entire load up her snatch before he got really inside.
"You like that now?" she asked him. He nodded. "Good," she said. "Just slide your dick all the way in like this. There, ohhhhh! That does feel good!"
The boy's young penis was plunged halfway up her snatch. She was holding onto his tool and pulling and tugging at it until his entire prick was up her slit to the hilt. His balls dangled down, resting against her cunt.
"Now pull it out a bit and then push it back in," she told him. "Do it nice and easy, and it's gonna feel real good." As the boy pumped his penis in and out of her slit, she grabbed hold of his furry nuts and rubbed them.
The juices from her pussy were slopping out of her cunt, and she coated his balls with her honey. His spear sloshed about back and forth rubbing against her cunt walls. He groaned louder and louder as he fucked her, and Doreen took hold of his hand and made him touch her tits.
"Rub my tits," she told him. "Feel how hard my nipples are. Ohhhhh, that's so good! Ohhhhhhh!"
The boy bent over and started to lick her breasts. He had never sucked such ripe melons before, and his tongue slobbered all over one tit, coating it thoroughly with his saliva, and biting gently on her tender nipple. He then moved to the other tit, and performed the same series on that one.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! Ohhhhhh! Fuck me!"
His dong slammed harder and harder up her snatch. She was pinned against the partition between stalls as he jabbed his dick faster and faster along her tube.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Doreen was reeling backwards, pressing him against the wall. Though he had never fucked a girl before, he sure caught on quick, and he held onto her body as he thrust his meat all the way up her hot snatch.
"More!" she cried. "Harder! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Really fuck me! Ohhhhhh!" She could feel his penis rubbing against her knobby clit. Her knees were weak and as the pleasure overtook her, she slowly sank downwards, with his pecker up her slit, until they were both almost on the cold hard tile floor.
His prong still rammed her harder and harder. He was mounted on her body, thrusting his tool all the way up her pit and his balls were banging harder and faster against her luscious box.
He started to pinch her tits really hard. They were all red, but she loved it. It was as if his youthful inexperience was being more than made up for by his wild passion, and Doreen loved every moment of the really hard fuck she was getting.
Her ass was now hitting the floor hard. She didn't mind the pain. She didn't care that he was digging his nails into her tits. She loved the idea that he was fucking her.
His breathing came faster and louder now. It was almost as if he were gasping for breath. His cock was so hot and purple that she knew he was about to come.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Harder! Do it harder! Really fuck me! Ohhhhhhh! Shove it in!Harder! Ohhhhhhh! Arrrrgggghh!"
The boy went wild. His prick exploded inside her slit, and she could feel the hot waves of thick jism spouting along her sloshy cunt tube. "I'm coming!" he gasped as his prick erupted up her snatch. "I'm coming! Ohhhhhhh! Aiiieeeeeee! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Doreen felt the warm cream dripping out of her pussy even as the boy's dong was spurting more juice up her hole. She put her hands on his pulsating prick and felt it sliding along her fingers, coating them with his jism.
His balls were soaked with his come. He had shot so much lotion that her vagina couldn't contain even half of what he spurted, and the floor underneath her body was being flooded by a small puddle of his hot milk.
The boy slowly started to pull his pecker out of her canal. He seemed embarrassed now that his pleasure was over. "I gotta get home," he told her, wiping his dick with the roll of toilet paper. He made a great effort to get all the sperm off his penis before it dried.
"Take a shower when you get home," Doreen suggested.
The teen put his cleansed cock and balls back inside his fly. "Well, thanks," he said, feeling a little better. "I gotta go now." He dashed out of the john, leaving Doreen still lying on the floor. She rubbed her vagina. It felt warm and moist. His sticky sperm we still oozing and dripping all over her pussy hairs. She started to slide her fingers into her snatch, trying to pretend that the boy was still with her. Her fingers drove into her hole faster and faster, aching to fuck herself.
Doreen rubbed her tits. The boy had made them red and sore, but she liked it. A little rough play made her feel good, and the boy didn't hurt her too much.
As she was masturbating, a guy entered the john to take a leak. She froze. What was she doing in the men's room? She panicked, until she realized that the door to the stall was shut. She quickly got up off the floor and sat on the pot, hoping that her dress couldn't be seen.
She could see the man's legs through the bottom of the stall. He was standing at the urinal, pissing. If only she could see his long cock! She dreamed of what his prick might look like as she rubbed her pussy harder and harder.
Her juices continued to flow out of her snatch, and she started to sigh and moan as she banged herself. Her body was writhing and twisting on the toilet seat. She fucked herself harder and faster, ready to bring herself to another climax right away.
The boy's jism was still warm slid sticky, though it was drying rapidly. She rubbed it into her pussy hairs, making her whole crotch smell like a men's locker room. Her seeping honey dripped, onto her body, and she was breathing heavily, sighing loudly, as she fucked herself harder and harder.
The guy was apparently zipping up his pants and he turned to leave. She saw the guy returning to the john and his feet paused for a moment. He stood there motionless and then turned away rapidly and walked out of the john. "Fucking queer!" the guy murmured. Doreen knew that the guy didn't know she was a woman. He had thought she was a guy beating off in the john. That was a relief. She continued to slide her fingers up her snatch until her clit was being driven wild. Her whole body was shaking. Her pussy juices poured thick and fast out of her hole. She was panting and gasping for breath. "Fuck me!" she moaned to herself. "Fuck me! Ohhhhh! Jimmy, fuck me!"
As she climaxed, she nearly blacked out. Her juices spilled out of her pussy, sending her body into waves of sheer ecstasy. But it was the first time that she had called out for Jimmy in many years. She had never gotten completely over him or his young hard thick cock. She pulled her hand out of her cunt and slowly got dressed. She needed young cock more than ever now. She knew that her long dry spoil we finally over. She would search for young cock to free her from the memory of her past.