2. THE SEDUCTRESS
MRS DEAN: Come and sit here beside me on the sofa, Billy.
BILLY: Uh, sure, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: Closer, you don’t need to be so shy.
BILLY: I’m not shy, it’s just that …
MRS DEAN: Do I make you nervous?
BILLY: No. Just, what if your husband …?
MRS DEAN: Oh, don’t worry about him, he’s out of town on business. Anyway, we’re not doing anything wrong, just sitting and chatting.
BILLY: Yeah, sure, nothing wrong.
MRS DEAN: Do you have a girlfriend, Billy?
BILLY: Yeah, I do.
MRS DEAN: What’s her name?
BILLY: Candy.
MRS DEAN: Candy, isn’t that sweet. And what do you do with Candy, Billy?
BILLY: Oh, we just hang out, y’know.
MRS DEAN: Hanging out? Does that involve kissing?
BILLY: Sure we kiss.
MRS DEAN: And does she let you feel her boobies?
BILLY: Mrs Dean?
MRS DEAN: Don’t be so coy, Billy, I know what young men are like. Does your Candy let you feel her little titties?
BILLY: Sure. Sometimes.
MRS DEAN: And does she let you feel anything else?
BILLY: I squeezed her ass a couple of times.
MRS DEAN: I’ll bet that was nice. And does she let you put your hand inside her panties?
BILLY: Mrs Dean, I can’t tell you …
MRS DEAN: Sure you can, Billy. Do you ever get your finger into Candy’s tight little thong? Wiggle it about, make her squirm?
BILLY: I think I’d better go, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: Relax, you just got here. All we’re doing is talking. I’m just trying to find out how sexually experienced you are.
BILLY: Why would you want to know that?
MRS DEAN: Oh, just a lady’s little obsession. I thought you’d like to talk to me about your little sexual adventures.
BILLY: You’re friends with my Mom, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: Oh, I won’t tell Deirdre anything. Though I’m sure she knows her handsome young son is sexually active. I bet the girls can’t keep their hands off you.
BILLY: I wish.
MRS DEAN: Oh, Candy not playing?
BILLY: She only lets me go so far.
MRS DEAN: That’s the tragedy of young girls, Billy, so pretty and so determined to keep their legs together. How far have you actually got with her?
BILLY: Not so far.
MRS DEAN: Has she touched it?
BILLY: No.
MRS DEAN: Oh dear, little Candy won’t touch poor Billy’s pecker. And I don’t blame her, it looks like you’ve got a monster in your pants there. Am I getting it all excited, Billy?
BILLY: I can see down your blouse, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: I know. They’re there for you to look at, Billy. Go ahead and have a good look. Are they bigger than Candy’s?
BILLY: Oh yeah.
MRS DEAN: Would you like me to get them out so you can see them properly?
BILLY: Would that be okay?
MRS DEAN: Of course it would. You can touch them too, if you want. And kiss them, and suck them.
BILLY: Gee, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: Oh, that’s nice, Billy. Do you like them?
BILLY: Shit, yeah, they’re awesome.
MRS DEAN: Mmm, they are, aren’t they?
BILLY: Uh, what are you doing, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: I think it’s quite obvious, Billy, I’m taking your pecker out of your pants.
BILLY: You gonna jerk me off?
MRS DEAN: Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than that. I’m going to start of by stroking you, and then if you’re a good boy I’m going to suck you. And then, if you’re a very good boy, I’m going to let you stick that big pecker of yours right up my hot pussy. Would that be nice?
BILLY: Oh yeah, please.
MRS DEAN: There, is that nice?
BILLY: Oh yeah.
MRS DEAN: Have you ever licked a girl’s pussy, Billy?
BILLY: No.
MRS DEAN: Oh, that little bitch Candy. Would you like to lick mine.
BILLY: Uh, I don’t really know how, ma’am.
MRS DEAN: Oh, it’s easy, I’ll show you how. Let go off my titties now and let me get undressed. You strip off too, I want to see that lovely body of yours. Don’t be shy.
BILLY: Jeeze, Mrs Dean, you got some body …
MRS DEAN: For a woman of my age? You don’t have to say it, Billy, I know I’m not as fit as I used to be, but I’ve still got some nice bits, and they all work.
BILLY: They sure do.
MRS DEAN: That’s the boy, get your tongue right in there. Oh, slowly now, run the tip of your tongue between my pussy lips. Flick against my clit, that’s the way. Ooh yes.
BILLY: You taste good, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: Why, thank you. And I think it’s time I tasted you. That monster’s way too big for Candy’s little mouth. That needs a real woman to handle it.
BILLY: Oh, jeeze, that’s good.
MRS DEAN: Don’t get too excited, I expect you to fuck me, not come in my mouth.
BILLY: But it’s so good, it’s like, it’s like …
MRS DEAN: It’s like you always imagined getting your pecker sucked would be. Can you feel it getting harder?
BILLY: God, it’s never been so stiff before.
MRS DEAN: Well, I’m an experienced woman, Billy, and I know my business. Oh, stick your finger up my ass while you’re licking my pussy, I like that.
BILLY: Up your ass?
MRS DEAN: Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite. Oh yes, that’s good. Deeper, deeper. Oh, deeper!
BILLY: You’re gonna have to stop that sucking, Mrs Dean, I’m ready to burst.
MRS DEAN: Okay, then, let’s get down to serious business, young Billy getting laid. I’m going to lie back on this sofa, Billy, throw my legs open and find out what you’re made of.
BILLY: I’ll try my best, Mrs Dean.
MRS DEAN: You’d better.
