Shirley Heinz

Lonely Lora

CHAPTER ONE

Lora felt the wetness in her silky panties as she shifted her position on the hard bleachers. She crossed her shapely legs and the squish of her thick juices smeared up to her pubic hair. Uneasily she watched her young daughter prance like the cute little filly she was.

Her own sloppy crotch disturbed her as she tried to concentrate on her daughter and not the young men around her daughter. OH, all those delicious young crotches!

Supporting her daughter's school activities was very difficult on Lora and getting worse. Today seemed especially bad! Her clit fluttered like mad in the smoldering heat of her crotch. Nervously, Lora switched her position one more time, letting some of the heavy aroma escape from between her legs as she crossed her thighs the other way.

Suddenly Lora felt very old and frumpy in her short skirt that kept hiking up on her thighs. Seeing her young daughter strut and prance back and forth in front of the judges made her feel like a typical middle-aged mother watching her young daughter.

If there was anything Lora didn't want to feel like, that was it! She squirmed in the slime of her damp crotch as she kept bringing her vision back to her very young, slender daughter, whose long flowing blonde hair seemed to entrance all the young boys watching the competition.

Oh, what Lora could do with some of those young boys if she could only get her hands on them! She let her sight fall to the tented crotches… and squirmed hotly in her bubbling juices.

Lora had to clean up her thoughts or she was going to have a heavenly orgasm in right there on the school bleachers just watching the young boys in their hip-hugging pants. My goodness! There were cords with young hard cocks in them… and Levi's… and swim shorts! Those swim shorts about drove Lora bananas.

Those boys knew very well just how vulgar… and delicious… their young cocks looked in those racing trunks. They must have worked for quite awhile to get their young pricks jutted out so they could impress all the young girls running around the school grounds. Lora never had known much about material but whatever the material was, she liked it. Those young boys looked positively vulgar and obscene in their Speedo trunks. She presumed the material was some sort of double-knit.

She made a mental note to herself to buy something made of the same material and wear it the next time she went out at night. Her breasts would really shake up the men in material like that! If she didn't wear a bra, she was sure her rigid nipples would protrude against the tight material like all the young cocks were doing!

Young girls were standing around waiting for the judges decision as to which of the youngsters would be members of the high school drill team. Lora knew her daughter would be one chosen. Her daughter was a pretty little thing with long graceful legs and jutting breasts. Her daughter would look terrific strutting along in parades, and besides her daughter seemed to have more than her share of young boys encircling her down there on the field.

Lora squirmed uncomfortably as her pussy struggled and sputtered in her tight nylon panties. Splotches of other parents were scattered on the bleachers and they seemed restless too, probably tired of waiting for the judging.

Lora was certain the other parents weren't squirming because they were horny for a cock like she was. Parents didn't act horny at school! Parents were straight and dull and patient and loving and attentive.

Lora was horny! Not your basic, typical parent!

A roar of voices rifled the air and youngsters jumped around and screamed happily as the winners were announced.

Lora had to smile as her Patty was naturally chosen.

Thank God! Now she could go home and not have to sit and look at all those young cocks thrust obscenely against the knit material! It was absolutely disgusting to waste those hard-ons on all those young, dumb girls! Damn!

Lora smiled and spread her arms as young Patty came charging up the bleachers, glowing with victory!

"Mama! I won! I won!" she yelped gleefully.

"I knew you would. You were the prettiest girl out there!"

"Hi, Mrs. Smith," came a young masculine voice from Lora's side.

"Hello, there, Bill," Lora smiled warmly.

Oh, my goodness! Oh, dear, what a cock on him! Why hadn't I noticed before? Those damned Speedo suits just let everything hang out. My goodness!

Lora's face flushed as she gazed at the young boy's bulging cock. She couldn't seem to raise her face. She was so entranced by the rude, crude way his cockhead pushed against his swim trunks! She licked her full lips wishfully.

"Your face's red, mama," Patty said.

"Too much sun, I guess. I think I'll get off these bleachers and get into the shade," Lora said.

She uncrossed her legs towards Bill and watched his eyes look up her short skirt. She smiled. She could get him!

She slid forward on the bleacher hiking her short skirt nearly up to her hips. She saw the young boy's eyes on her thighs, eyeing her shapely legs clear up to the dark line of her pantyhose.

Lora would like to show him her itching, damp pussy, but she kept her cool. She inched forward and young Bill got just below her on the bleachers and stretched his strong, young hand to assist her in getting down.

His eyes never left her thighs! He could see almost all the way up to her hair. As a matter of fact he saw a few curly strands of pubic hair through her pantyhose, but only for a flash of a second!

Lora stepped gracefully down one step of the bleachers and into his young arms.

He stepped aside to let her past, feeling her firm breasts rub across his bare chest as he moved.

Lora tingled when his sticking out cock rubbed across her pelvis as she side stepped to go down the bleachers. Her eyes met his for a knowing moment as their bodies caressed each other in one split second of heated contact.

Lora gasped slightly as she held the youth's hand and was assisted on down the bleachers to the ground.

"Thank you, Bill… very much," she cooed as she smiled warmly at the youth.

"Anytime," he grinned broadly.

Young Patty bounced down the bleachers, happily giggling and jabbering with her friends. She grabbed her mother, held her tightly and jumped up and down gleefully. Patty's exuberance spouted in all directions as she kissed her mother on the cheek and bounced up and down, jumping, shouting, laughing.

Lora's eyes stared at young Bill through it all, and his gaze never left hers.

"Why don't you ask some of your little friends over for a weiner roast tonight? I could get some soft drinks and we could have a little celebration," Lora said softly to her daughter.

"Really! Great! Hey, you guys, it's at my house for a party!" Patty hollered.

"I'll go to the store and see you at home, dear. And congratulations," Lora smiled, swatting her daughter on the firm fanny.

"Am I invited, too?" Bill asked.

Lora shifted her weight from one foot to the other, moving her firm breasts in the motion.

"Of course. What would a party be without you…"

Lora's gaze dropped to his protruding cock as she turned to leave. She could see the heavy pulsations of his rock hard cock through his Speedo suit, and she shivered slightly with delight.

She turned to go to her car and felt the burning blaze of his eyes on her rump as she swung her ass just enough to entice the young man. She smiled to herself as she opened the car door and put one shapely leg in, bent at the pelvis, and slipped inside the car. She knew her short skirt was up around her hips and she felt his eyes bum a hole in her flesh.

She shifted her ass on the seat and reached to adjust the rear vision mirror (though it didn't need it), but her jutting breasts poked forward to rub her nipples against the steering wheel.

Lora turned to look at the young boy. She ran her fingers through her short, dark hair making her breasts jut as she did so. She smiled warmly as she started the car and drove off leaving one horny young man behind.

She went through the motions of going to the store and getting the franks, chips and soda pop but her mind was on one thing… Bill's hard cock! Lora would have that young cock up her cunt tonight! Of this she was positive!

Her crotch was trickly wet as she carried the groceries into her mobile home and trudged back out to roll the bar-b-que into place on the back of the patio. She busily arranged the briquets and squirted the lighter fluid. A long stream of lighter fluid like a long stream of piss! She drew little lines in the air with the lighter fluid pretending his cock was shooting his pee wildly. She shivered with delight and then ignited the match and the whole top of the bar-b-que exploded into a blaze of high, uncontrollable flames… just like her insides. The pit of her belly could feel the heat of passion mount and flame as she thought of his hard, young cock sticking obscenely through his Speedo swim suit.

In her memory, she relived and saw every lewd movement Bill made. She saw his distended, pulsating cock thrust forward to push his beating cockhead eagerly in her direction. He was a nasty, vile little boy to tantalize and torment her like he did and he would pay for it dearly.

She licked her full lips hungrily and smiled wickedly.

The flames dropped and the coals would soon turn a dull gray and be ready for the roasting. She scurried into her mobile home, dumped gobs of chips and dips into bowls, and laid out rows of frankfurters; the thick kind that looked almost like a row of young dicks.

She chuckled to herself. She was most likely mad with her intentions. Everything reminded her of fucking. Hot dogs were cocks. Mayonnaise was the thick cum cream. Catsup was blood even though she did not have her period, she would gladly fuck if she did. And the buns. What was a good hot dog if not shoved into buns?

Lora smiled and felt her body twinge with excitement as the cars started to arrive and park, dumping their loads of wild, giggling youngsters.

She hadn't gotten to the actual seduction of Bill, but she knew the proper time and place would make itself known to both of them that night.

There was a trail of kids like ants taking things outside and placing them on the picnic table under the awning. Some of them lit the hurricane lamps strewn around on the patio, mingled with the many monstrous potted and hanging plants.

Lora was quite pleased with the atmosphere. She liked atmosphere. The only thing missing was soft, romantic music. Instead, hard rock blasted from the stereo as the lights on the speakers flickered from reds to yellows to oranges.

Lora relaxed on the thickly cushioned lounge and let all the ants do the work. She smiled as she gazed with pride at her beautiful young daughter. Lora was doubly blessed with this lovely, golden-haired child. Not only was she so sweet, innocent and strikingly beautiful for her tender years, but all the young men seemed to swarm around her like bees to honey.

Some of those bees were going to lose their stingers to dear old mom! Dear, sweet, horny mom was going to beat the bees at their own game.

The bees might think they were going to fly from flower to flower and pluck the sweetness, but Lora was like a stocky flower who had every intention of taking each and every stinger before it could touch her own lovely, precious flower, her daughter. Lora was going to fuck every one of the young men… not all at once.

She was a patient woman. She could spend her entire summer fucking one young man and then another. But she would get them all!

How positively wicked and delicious. Thoughts like seducing young boys never would have entered her mind a few months ago, but then a few months ago she did not have this terribly horny condition. The condition itself was not terrible… the lack of cocks to satisfy her horniness was what had become so disastrous.

She could see as she lounged her problem was solved. She was so proud of her lovely, blonde daughter and so happy the dear child had so many young men hovering around her. This was developing into a lovely situation.

For so many years her daughter had been a gangly kid. Now at fourteen her legs had shape to them and her young breasts were budding like rose-tipped luscious mounds of flesh… and she was appreciated by the young men and the young men were appreciated by mama!

Besides, Patty was too young to fuck. She was delicious bait… but for the actual kill, mama would do the fucking. Wonderful situation!

Lora lay on the lounge watching all the young bodies swarm around in the soft, dim light of the candles. Kids were in and out of the plants and all gobbling down hot dogs, giggling laughing and bumping slender young hips to the "bump" music as it blared from the stereo. Lora had her arms in back of her head with her titties thrust fully forward and upward while one knee was raised slightly. Her tight miniskirt hugged full, rounded hips as she lounged happily on the cushions. She felt a droplet of liquid ooze from her pussy as she watched the kids having all their fun… dancing… eating… laughing.

"I fixed you a plate of food," Bill said as he stood over her.

"How lovely of you," she singed up at the dark youth.

She slid her round ass over on the lounge to make room for Bill. As he sat down beside her, she felt the blaze of heat radiate from his hip to hers and she almost dropped her plate in excitement.

"Nice party," Bill said dumbly.

"I thought the young people would enjoy something different," she smiled.

Lora picked up her lone hot dog which had fallen out of the bun when she almost dropped her plate.

"Thank you for going to all the bother of fixing my plate, but since the hot dog is already out of the bun, I think I'll eat it bare. My hips don't need any more fat."

"Your hips aren't fat," Bill protested, looking at her shapely contours and flat belly.

Lora already had the naked hot dog in her fingers and was licking the end of it.

"What did you have on this? Tastes so good…"

"Just the usual junk," he said.

Lora watched Bill's eyes as he was entranced by the way she licked the tip of the hot dog. She glowed with warm wickedness at his entrancement. She would make the most of this!

Her own gaze fell to his crotch. The poor dear had a bulging hard-on! She bet his young balls ached too. She would eat her hot dog and let his mind do the actual, head-fucking!

"Hmmmmmm," she cooed.

Her tongue tipped the frankfurter back and forth again and again. She licked down the side of the thick hot meat and whipped the succulent juices into her mouth. Carefully and slowly she slipped her tongue back up the other side of the fat meat, savoring each droplet of oozing juice. She licked her lips leaving them sparkling in the dim light. The greasy juices tantalized the youth. Her full, greasy lips appeared to glisten in the candle light.

He pressed his knuckles into his crotch under his own plate and felt his hard cock throb painfully. He could not take his eyes off her mouth as she nibbled on the tip of the fat meat. He could almost feel her teeth nipping his own cockhead.

He pushed his hand firmly on his pulsating cock and groaned painfully.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked, smiling.

"Ah… ah… yeah…" he stammered.

"This is such delicious meat. You know there are frankfurters and then there are skinny, shrimpy ones. I frankly adore the big, fat kind. They sort of satisfy my mouth."

Lora slipped the end of the frankfurter into her mouth and pulled it back out.

"You know what the little end of a frankfurter reminds me or the part that looks tied off from the rest of the frank… Sort of like a nipple… you know? Actually, the frankfurter would be deformed without it, I guess. But ever since I was a child I always bit the nipple off the end of the thick frankfurter before I bit into the tasty meat. Don't you agree… about the nipple, I mean?" she asked nonchalantly, flicking the end of the meat.

"Yeah… I guess… so. I mean… I never really… thought of it that way."

Bill flushed in the darkness. At school he was brazen and bold, but here with an adult woman… alone… he was a stumbling idiot. And he had intended to be such a stud.