Very often a woman who is in need of a male, but who has been divorced for a few years, is hesitant about committing herself to another. She has had such a miserable time of it during her first marriage that she either consciously or subconsciously keeps away from adult men. Because she wants a cock badly, she begins to look about for a very young one, one that could not possibly want to become involved in marriage. Such a woman was Mrs. Doris Baker. She had been divorced three years and during that time had not engaged in fucking. Quite understandably, she was growing frantic. She tried all methods to get acquainted with young boys, but none of them appeared to be even vaguely interested in her. She supposed it was because of her age – she was thirty-two and she knew this made her almost ancient to a young boy. It was not until Mrs. Winkleman moved in next door to Doris along with her young son that Doris began to have ideas about the boy.
Doris watched as the family brought in their belongings. It seemed to require all day for the dark-haired woman and her equally dark-haired boy to direct the movers with the furniture and boxes.
The very next morning, a plan began to take shape in the back of her mind. Doris left her house through the rear door and walked over to the new neighbor's house. She knocked on the door and Mrs. Winkleman came and opened it.
"Hello," Doris said cheerfully, smiling at the woman. "So you're my new neighbor." She then told the woman her name and the woman smiled warmly.
She also invited Doris in for coffee.
While they were chatting agreeably, almost as if they were old friends, the boy came into the kitchen. Doris caught her breath. She judged him to be about twelve, possibly thirteen. He wore only swimming trunks and his skin was nicely tanned. To Doris he was immediately the most masculine-looking, more desirable-looking male she had seen. His mother introduced them and the boy said something or other about going swimming and then was gone from the room.
Doris waited for several long seconds before she trusted her own voice. "You have a very nice-looking son, Mrs. Winkleman."
"Thank you," the other woman replied. "I don't know what I'd do without him. You see, his father – my husband – died two years ago… and well, I won't bore you with details." "I understand," Doris said quickly. "Richard… was that his name? – Richard is sort of the man in your family, I take it."
Mrs. Winkleman smiled. "Definitely. He's quite a man, too, in some ways. You see, I work every day, even now during the summer, though I'm a schoolteacher, and he's left to his own resources most of the day. By the way, if it isn't imposing on a new neighbor too much, I'd like to ask you to… well, keep an eye on him during the day. That is, if you are home during the day. I… "
Doris raised her hand, her pulse already beating much faster than it should be. "That's quite all right, Mrs. Winkleman. What are neighbors for? I'll be happy to keep an eye on him. As a matter of fact, please tell him he is welcome in my house any time he feels like dropping in. I live alone and would be happy to have him stop in as often as he likes."
She paused and looked at the slightly older woman. "I never had any children. I like kids." Doris thought this last bit should convince the other woman of her desirability as a good neighbor.
Apparently it did. Mrs. Winkleman was all smiles. "That's very kind of you. I want you to know I appreciate your consideration, your kindness. Now, if there are any little jobs Richard can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask him. I promise you he'll do them and do them well."
There definitely is a little job I want him to do for me, Doris thought. Aloud she merely said, "I'm sure Richard and I shall get along famously. He seems like such a nice boy."
The two women talked awhile longer and then Doris excused herself and went home, confident that from this point on she was going to have a young male to train. She would school him carefully and well, she promised herself, and she would do it in such a way that he would never dare tell his mother about the things they would be doing together.
During the next month, Doris had the boy in her house many times, getting better acquainted with him, serving him lunches, soda, candy. She watched the boy carefully, talked to him cautiously until she thought she knew enough about him, his needs and desires. Soon, the kid was telling Doris everything and some of it in a most confidential and intimate manner.
It was not until another month had gone by that Doris, really in need of a hot cock, decided she could stand sexual inactivity no longer. The 'boy was sitting in her kitchen one day, eating his lunch, when she deliberately went to her bedroom, left the door standing ajar and undressed. Her thoughts racing almost wildly, she turned the water on in the shower, made certain there were no towels in the bathroom, and stepped naked under the falling water. She made a great deal of noise purposely and when she thought the time was ripe, she called to Richard.
He came to the door of her bedroom. She could not see him as yet. "What did you say, Mrs. Baker?" he asked, sounding as if he had food in his mouth.
"I'm taking a shower, but I forgot to bring a towel in the bathroom. It's there on my dresser. Will you please get it and bring it to me, Richard?"
"Oh… " he said. "Oh… sure… on the dresser, did you say?"
"Yes." For the life of her she could not have uttered more than that one word at that particular moment, she was so excited. She waited for him to get the towel and to bring it to her, but it seemed to be requiring a long period of time for him to accomplish this simple task. It was not until she turned herself about that she saw him standing in the second doorway leading to her bedroom, his mouth open and hanging slack, the towel clutched in his hands, his eyes bulging and staring at her nudity.
Doris caught her breath at the look of extreme lust on his face. She knew it was lust. It could be nothing else. Glancing down at the front of his pants quickly, she noted with excitement that there was a definite protrusion there. The kid had a hard-on, possibly one of his very first.
She took a deep breath. "Come here, Richard," she said. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
The boy came slowly toward her, his dazed glaze seemingly fixed on her tits, which she knew only too well, were extremely shapely and provocative looking. He said nothing at all but simply stood a yard or so away from her and let his eyes travel up and down her body. She knew he was staring at her cunt region, so she deliberately parted her legs in a sexy manner, allowing one knee to slightly bend.
The boy simply moaned.
"Is something wrong, Richard?" she asked, hoping he would not break and run.
He did not reply. He stiffly offered the towel to her but she could not reach it.
"Come closer to me, Richard. I won't bite." She deliberately bent over so her tits would bounce about invitingly.
He took a step closer, then stopped and stood still as if cemented to the spot. His arm dropped and the towel struck the floor, but he didn't seem to notice this.
"You're… awful… pretty… Mrs. Baker," he stammered softly.
Taking her courage in hand, she stepped out from under the shower, turned the water of! quickly and put her arm over his shoulder, her shapely tits now very close to his pinkish face. "Thank you, Richard. Would you do me a favor and dry my back and tummy? I'm not a very good dryer."
"What did you say?" he mumbled, frozen to the floor.
"Why, Richard," she said, glancing down at him. "You're shaking. Is something wrong, my dear?"
"No – nothing's – wrong."
She put her arm about him again. "You mustn't be afraid of me, Richard. I'm your very good friend."
"I know," he mumbled.
She took the towel from his grasp and then handed it back to him. "Here, dear. Dry my back and tummy for me. Won't you, please?" She turned and bent over so that her buttocks were pointed straight at the protrusion at the front of his trousers.
He moaned strangely and took the towel and rubbed her back momentarily, but stopped and moaned again. "Oh, Mrs. Baker," he whispered. "Oh… my… gosh… "
"Will you dry my… tits, too, Richard? They are very wet, you see." She waited with held breath while he ran the towel around in front of her body and gingerly touched her tits with it. "Hold my tit with one hand, Richard, and dry it with the other," she told him, her heart hammering wildly.
He very gingerly touched her left tit with his fingers as if he were going to hold it… but he withdrew his fingers quickly and moaned again.
She knew she had better push him over "the edge" quickly, or he might break and run. Seizing his hand she pressed it down hard on her tits while at the same time she pressed her butt up against the rigid cock in his pants.
He cried out and seized her hips with his hands and began a quick, furtive fucking movement against her butt.
Doris thought she was going to faint from the sheer excitement of it. However, he stopped his movement, and moved away from her quickly.
"Don't you tell my mother I did that," he cried roughly. "She'd half kill me if she knew I even thought about such… stuff."
Doris smiled seductively at the pink-faced boy. "Don't worry, Richard. Even if you do to me what I know you want to do, I'll never tell. Your mother will never know that you want to… fuck me so very much."
His face became agonized as he moaned again, very loudly. "I think I'm going crazy," he cried.
"No, you aren't, Richard," she said quickly. "You're acting just the way you're supposed to."
"I'm going crazy, I just know it," he said. "I never felt so crazy before in my whole life."
She took a step toward him and when he did not move away, she stepped still closer to him. "Give me your hand, Richard," she told him firmly. "Come now. Give it to me, right now."
He held out his hand fearfully and she saw how it was trembling. "I'm losing my mind," he mumbled. "I must be."
She took his hand in hers and moved even closer and placed his hand over her tits. Then she put her arms about him quickly and kissed his mouth, plunging her tongue into his in a wild abandoned manner. If this didn't do it, she had a few more tricks. The boy resisted her, tried to turn his face away, but she grasped his chin and held it as she tongued his lips. He was groaning like someone going berserk now and she knew it wouldn't be long. Reaching down between their bodies she grasped his erection through the cloth of his trousers and caressed it, rubbing it gently. He groaned and shot his loins forward like a maddened male dog. She pushed her belly against his and began to make strong circular motions with it.
She received an agreeable surprise then for she discovered he had managed to knock her hand away and had unzipped his fly. He had his hard cock in his hand now and was holding it as he attempted a fucking movement at her dripping crotch.
Doris sucked in air and dropped to the floor of the bathroom, pulling the boy down on top of her. He was still moaning and groaning and the more he did it, the more agitated she became. Now it was her turn to brush his hand away from his cock. Seizing his hard prick, she jacked it once or twice and aimed it at her juicy cunt hole. The boy almost screamed as he began a disorganized, wild and hectic attempt at fucking.
He missed her cunt entirely.
His male cream shot out of his cock and struck her bare tummy, shot upward and struck at her titties, her face, even her hair. Frantically, she sought to get it into her, but could not. With an agonizing groan she threw herself about until she could fasten her lips about the wildly spouting cock. The boy continued to groan and moan as his come entered her mouth and passed down her throat, coating her insides. When she felt the stream letting up in intensity, she quickly began a furious sucking movement with her lips.
Instantly the boy began to blow hard again. Doris sucked harder than ever.
The boy continued to groan and moan. It was as if this was the only way he could express himself.
There was another way he was expressing himself, however, and far better, according to Doris. The squirting of his cock juice. She thought he would never cease spouting milk down her throat. God, she wanted him to keep going forever! She needed it so much! She wanted him to blow all he had and more into her. It was wonderful having this young boy's cock in her mouth. This was a terrific first step. Next time she would teach him to fuck her, as well. And next time might very well be a few minutes from now. Young boys were notorious for their ability to go off over and over again.
Finally, he stopped flowing in her mouth, but she kept on sucking his hard cock in the hopes that he would start it all over again. He pushed her head away from him and sat up on the floor. She moved away from him slightly, to get his reaction at just having had his cock sucked.
He said nothing, did not even look at her.
When her hard breathing permitted, she spoke to him. "Did you like it, Richard?" He nodded vigorously.
"Don't worry. I won't tell your mother on you. Believe me, I won't." "She'll kill me if she finds out."
"She won't find out. You have my word." Doris thought to herself that she agreed with him, but she went on cleverly. "If your mother ever found out what you just did to me… she might have to send you away… to a place for boys, you know… but don't worry, you are my friend now. I'll never tell on you… as long as you are my friend. Are you my friend, Richard? Are you my friend forever and ever?" This ought to get him nicely trapped, she felt.
"Yes," he said quickly. "I'll do it to you… whenever you make me… do it to you… if you don't tell on me."
Doris decided not to challenge the statement. It wasn't the right time to be attempting that sort of thing. Besides, it wasn't necessary now. She had him hooked. She could, if necessary, practically force him to have sexual relations with her from now on because of his fear of his mother.
"We'll have a fine time, you and I, Richard," she told him quietly, running her hands up and down his leg under his pantleg. "Er – why don't you take off your clothes and… take a shower… you need one now, you know."
"I better go home and do that."
"No," she said sharply. "Do it here. Right here and now."
He surprised her by grinning impishly at her. "You just want to see a boy all naked and everything, don't you?"
She sucked in air. "Yes, I do, Richard. But after what we have just done to each other it doesn't really matter anymore if I see you naked, or if you see me naked again. After all," she breathed deeply and sought to expand her titty measurements as she did so, "… after all, you are looking at my nakedness, aren't you?"
Again he surprised her by unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. Off came his shorts, his socks and shoes. Finally his shirt. Finally he was naked. She sucked in air again as she saw all of his young flesh, scarcely able to believe a body could be so young and exciting as his was at that very moment.
"How do I look, Mrs. Baker?" he asked shyly.
"You have a nice body, Richard. Aren't you glad now that you decided to take off your clothing?"
His cock was half hard, but as he stood there looking at her nudity as she still sat on the floor, his prick became harder and longer. "Hey," he said, pinking up a bit. "Look at that thing." He laughed strangely.
She bit her lips but stared at his hard-on longingly. Should she try to obtain a fuck from him right now or should she wait a little while? It was a difficult decision. "Richard," she murmured softly, "come here and rub your cock across my titties. Please?"
He came close to her and standing over her, crouched the necessary degree and vigorously rubbed his cock back and forth across her tits. Doris had an orgasm. Just like that! She had sucked him off without any sign of one, but his touching her tits with his cock caused her to spasm violently and beautifully.
"Oh… you wonderful boy, you," she murmured.
"Boy, you sure make me feel crazy," he mumbled.
"But you like to feel crazy in this way, don't you, Richard?"
"Wow! I sure do, Mrs. Baker. Want me to stick it in your mouth again?"
She looked up into his eyes. "I'd prefer you getting on top of me and fucking me, the way a grown-up man would do."
He flushed. "I don't know how," he confessed.
"I'll teach you." Doris was trembling with excitement.
"You'll teach me to… do it to you?" Evidently, he found it difficult to say the four-letter word to a grown woman.
"I'll teach you how to fuck a woman," she said bluntly, knowing this type of talk should set him up in fine style.
"Wow," he cried. "I sure like to hear you say stuff like that."
"Stuff like what, Richard?" she asked, wanting to induce him to speak more bluntly to her.
"Stuff like what you just said."
"All right. Tell me what I just said."
He flushed again. "I – I can't… talk that way to a lady."
"You mean you can say the words to another boy but not to me?"
"I – I guess so."
"You mean words like 'fuck'?"
Again he flushed. "Yeah, that's what I mean."
She knew she had him on the verge. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck a girl, Richard?"
He hung his head, averting her eyes.
"Tell me. Have you, Richard?" she persisted.
"Yeah," he mumbled, the word coming very softly.
"Now that you are… looking at… my naked body… wouldn't you like to fuck me, Richard?"
He turned away.
"Richard," she said. "Turn around and face me." He turned around, reluctantly, it appeared. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Richard?" He nodded.
She drew in her breath, happy with his answering nod. "Then, why don't you get on top of me, Richard?"
"I – I guess I'm scared.'
She bit her lips and reached out at the same time to clasp his leg. He hopped closer to her using the other leg, and then she rubbed her face against his thighs. "Why don't you sit down on the floor with me, Richard. I don't like you standing up."
He had his cock in one hand and was jacking it slowly. "This feels kind of good," he mumbled, as if to himself.
"Let me do that, dear. A boy should never play with himself." She knew this was pretty much nonsense, but felt it was a good thing to say to him. "If a boy plays with himself too much, he is never able to… make love to a woman." She wasn't certain of the truth of this statement, but it seemed to sound good.
"I don't play with myself," he grumbled, frowning at her strangely. "That's something I never have done and you shouldn't accuse me of it."
Doris drew back and took a deep breath. "Why, Richard, you shouldn't talk that way. I didn't accuse you of anything, not really."
He seemed not to hear her. "Boy, I sure liked the way it felt when you put your lips around it and sucked. That coming stuff is really fun."
She repeated her earlier request. "Why don't you get on top of me, Richard? Would you like to fuck me?"
He nodded.
She sighed almost impatiently. "Then get on top of me, boy."
"Why don't we get in the bedroom, or something?" he asked.
"You mean the bed? All right." Doris got to her feet hurriedly and taking him by the hand led the naked boy to her bed. She jacked his cock a few times, taking special note of the extreme rigidity of it now. Then she lay down on the bed without relinquishing her hold on his cock. He crawled on top of her but didn't get on her immediately. Holding himself up by leaning on his hands, he looked down at her tits, then inquiringly into her eyes. She understood what he meant by this. "You may suck my tits, Richard," she told him.
He moaned and buried his face between the twin globes, his tongue licking her flesh, his teeth lightly biting her. Doris had a small orgasm from this and when it happened, she held his head with her hands, a look of wild passion on her strained, pretty face.
"My goodness, Richard, but you do make me hot, dear."
He fastened his lips over a nipple and sucked on it like a baby might. Even this made her spasm and Doris became more and more agitated, almost to the point where she was ready to force him to get on top of her and take her. She would have tried it if she had had the faintest notion it would work, for she wanted his stiff cock thrust into her cunt so badly, she was nearly beside herself.
He went from one tit to the other, really working his mouth and tongue over her hot flesh. For all the world, he was like a starved infant seeking nourishment. Doris could understand this easily enough. She had similar feelings about needing the juice from his cock.
"Get on top of me now, dear," she heard herself say again.
He released her tit from his mouth and drew back momentarily. For a few seconds she thought he was going to leave but he agreeably surprised her by throwing himself on top of her and pumping his cock wildly at her body, much in the manner that all young boys are apt to do until they are experienced at sex. His cock struck her in all sorts of places and she almost became frantic before managing to grasp the thing and pulling him down firmly on top of her starved body, made the insertion. Immediately his cock sank into her as far as it would go, but then much to her dismay, when he pulled back to stroke, he yanked it all the way out of her. Again she replaced his tool in the proper position. Once again his prick shot into her wildly but came out the moment he pulled back, even though she had wrapped her arms about his back and was holding him in place with all her strength.
"Damn," Doris said softly.
"Stick it in, stick it in," the boy cried in a near frenzy. "Please… stick it in your cunt!"
Doris grasped his cock firmly and steered it into her slit as the boy pumped furiously. She had mixed feelings about his actions. On the one hand it was maddening to have him put it in and then immediately yank it out accidentally, but on the other hand, it was terribly exciting to realize he was doing this because of his almost animal approach to the situation. Doris found his high degree of excitement and agitation to be extremely contagious and little by little she was becoming more frenzied herself. This animal type of plunging at her with a hard cock, only to have it slip out, was almost the very essence of fucking with a young boy. It was difficult to lose one's temper or self-control when contact was broken because of uncontrollable passion. It was because a young boy was so hellishly hot that he did these very things. Doris loved this aspect of it, of course, but she also had mixed feelings.
"Try not to yank it out of my cunt this time, Richard," she said as soothingly as she could when she inserted his cock once again.
"All right. Damn thing," he muttered darkly. "What's the matter with it? Why won't it stay in you?"
"You are pulling back too far." She patted his butt and then pressed down fiercely on it with both her hands. "I'll try to hold your cock in me this time, but you must try very hard not to become too excited, dear."
"I want to fuck you," he sobbed. "It's driving me nuts."
"Just fuck me easy, boy," she told him. "Don't try so hard."
He thrust his cock deeply into her and then he stopped.
"That's good… so far," she told him. "Now pull it out just partway."
He moved it about an inch.
"No, that's not enough. You must move it back a little more, dear. You have to have room enough to stroke me."
Instead of pulling it back, he thrust it back in. The "stroke" was so short it was almost no stroke at all, but Doris was so unbelievably hot she received a startling sensation from it.
"Oh, my God," she moaned. "When you do it right I'm going to fly right through the ceiling."
"Huh?" he said stupidly.
"Never mind. Get on with your movements, dear. Remember, push it all the way into me, but don't pull it all the way out." Good grief, why did he have to be so incredibly innocent? Still, that was one of the things she liked. Again, her feelings were mixed. Let him do it any way he can, she told herself. It'll be better that way in the long run.
He had pulled his cock out of her again, so once more she seized it and steered it into her cunt while he thrust hard and entered her deeply, wonderfully. Doris nearly had an orgasm, probably from the sheer exasperation of it all, for exasperation of a certain kind, if not too much, can sometimes serve to enhance the sexual act. She knew this to be true. It had happened to her more than once.
"I like this," he grunted as he moved in her a little but not nearly enough. "Hope it doesn't come out again."
Doris lifted her legs, as she should have done in the first place, and brought them together behind his, locking her ankles and feet securely while at the same time holding his buttocks down with her hands. "There," she muttered, "that ought to keep his cock in me."
"Huh?" he asked, thinking she was speaking to him.
"Get on with it, dear," she said swiftly. "Fuck me – fuck me good now. Make me come good and you come good, too, dear. I want lots of come from that hot pecker of yours. Lots and lots of come."
He began to move in her properly, more than likely from sheer chance than any studied thinking on his part. The kid seemed to be coming apart at the seams – but to Doris this was also maddeningly wonderful. He was alternately grunting and moaning and jerking his body and then lay still for a moment. What he was doing made little sense most of the time, but this, too, she told herself, was fascinating and exciting. If he was experienced, he would be just another male on top of her. It was his lack of experience that drove her to distraction, though she was quick to admit the distraction had a singular beauty of its own.
"I got my hot pecker up a girl's cunt," the boy grunted, as he labored over her.
"That's right, dear. You've got your hard, red-hot pecker up a girl's cunt. Now… what do you feel like doing? Do you feel like squirting off your stuff in my cunt, dear? Come now, tell me. Do you?"
"Sure do," he grunted and moved in her better than he had at any time up to this point.
"Oh… God," she murmured, knowing full well that any good sustained movement on his part would send her off into the blissful world of heavenly orgasm. "Oh… God," she repeated. "Now I think I'm the one who's going crazy."
He rammed his cock into her and pulled it out only halfway this time and immediately she increased the pressure on his legs with her Own, holding him in a viselike grip that threatened to break a bone or two. She had to have her big orgasm and soon or she knew she would start yelling her head off, the way she had done once before when gratification was maddeningly slow in coming.
"Fuck you, fuck you… I'm gonna fuck you," the boy muttered thickly, and now she began to almost believe he might, for his stroking was far more satisfactory than it had been before.
"Yes, Richard," she murmured encouragingly. "You are going to fuck me, dear. In fact, you are fucking me, dear. You have your pecker up my hot cunt and I love the feel of it. Why don't you fuck me just a little bit harder, dear? I like it better when I'm fucked hard."
"Talk dirty stuff to me," he begged. "I like to hear you say stuff like that."
Doris knew that some adult men liked this sort of thing, but she found it odd that such a young boy would be asking for incentive. However, she was glad to oblige him. She was so much in need that she would have done anything humanly possible to get him to fuck her well.
"Fuck my dirty old cunt, dear," she said, scarcely knowing what to say to him. "Just fuck it like you want to. Blow off your nuts up my dirty old cunt, dear. I want you to blow off your nuts in my dirty old cunt."
"You ain't got no dirty old cunt. You got a nice clean cunt."
Doris felt her scalp tightening. Good grief, had she offended this silly kid? She hoped not. "No, of course I haven't, dear, but I thought you wanted me to speak… that way to you."
He paid no attention to her remark, but began to groan and moan like a person in extreme pain. She lessened her leg pressure, thinking she might be hurting him and thus spoiling her own pleasure, but she immediately discovered this to be a terrible mistake.
His cock was out of her cunt again and he was pumping it furiously at her belly, her legs, her hips, anywhere it happened to touch her.
"Jesus," Doris said. "What have I done to deserve this treatment?"
The boy got his body turned about somehow and now his hard cock was striking her tits, slapping at them, poking at them, pounding away at them. Doris sighed and lay very still, no longer interested in trying to hold his cock in her cunt. Let him fuck off on her outer body, if he wanted to. She was tired of trying to keep that pesky cock inside of her. She thought about sucking the thing, but he was thrashing about so wildly now that she gave up on this idea, immediately.
"Oh… oh… oh… " the boy cried, spittle running down his chin.
"Go off on my titties, Richard," Doris cried desperately. "At least give me that thrill."
He did so almost immediately. He not only went off on her titties, but in her face. His hot come struck her eyes, her hair, her cheeks. It ran down to her neck, dripping down over her titties to mingle with the other come he had already deposited there. She was amazed at the amount of squirting the boy had. He seemed possessed of an enormous amount of cock juice and all of it was streaming out of his prick, flying off in every direction, up in the air, off the side of the bed, on her belly, once again on her face, and when it struck her there for the second time, Doris could be still no longer. With a loud cry, just as she had done in the bathroom, she threw herself on him, and parting her lips frantically, took in his raging cock and swallowed his torrent of spunk as quickly as he could release the exciting fluid.
Doris Baker continued to suck Richard's cock from time to time as the months passed by, but at no time could she get him to fuck her in the regular manner. That is, she could not teach him to stroke properly. He persisted in drawing out too far most of the time with the ensuing chaotic result. There were times when she thought she was going to really lose her mind over the actions of this youngster, but then he would perform in such a wild and passionate manner toward her, she would settle down and accept what she could obtain from him. A half a loaf is better than none at all – this became her philosophy – and while it was admittedly a depressing sort of thing, she managed to live with it.
After all, what she wanted was a young boy to indulge in sex with her, and if she couldn't train him to perform in the usual manner, she could at least learn to be more and more proficient in the taking of him in the oral way.
Doris Baker became an expert fellatrice of young boys and was always searching for youthful cock to pacify her strong desires.