Older Woman's Whoring update (Patreon)

Carol felt ecstatic. After the low blow that was having man-whore after man-whore turn her down, how incredibly powerful it was to be turning this kid inside out with lust. From the looks of him he’d never seen a pussy before, didn’t know the first thing about sex, maybe hadn’t even figured out how to jerk off yet.

She couldn’t believe how hot it was to have all the power, everything to teach him about fucking, and she could put that all into getting herself off. Shit, no wonder it was such a thrill to make Billy Batson squirm!

Carol scribbled her name on the check, then stood. Billy sighed. He’d wanted to see more, though he’d seen it all. He’d wanted a better look, though he’d gotten as good a look as he possibly could’ve. Really, he just wanted to keep looking at Carol’s pussy.

Well, at least he had managed to hide his erection before she’d seen it. He reached out for the check.

“Would you like a drink before you leave, Billy?”

“Sure, Miss Danvers—I guess.”

Carol led him to the kitchen, giving him a little push towards the breakfast nook, where a chair had been pulled away from the table like it was waiting for him. Billy sat down, looking at Carol again and seeing the pussy under her dress, even if he couldn’t look at it anymore.

He still didn’t believe that it’d been there, that it was there. So many of his friends had talked about pussy, what it would look like, how it would feel. He suddenly had a legup on all of them. He couldn’t wait to tell them what he’d seen, only he also wanted to keep this to himself. Just his and no one else’s.

Carol opened the door to the refrigerator. “Let’s see what I’ve got…” She bent over to rummage through the lower shelves.

Billy gasped. Carol’s ass was almost in his face when she bent over, thrusting her lower body behind herself. He could see the backs of her thighs and, yes, some of her pussy, finely haired and feverishly heated and even a little wet. Most of all, slender. Tight. He wondered how a man’s thing was supposed to get into a narrow little opening like that. He supposed they stretched—opened up. The same way Miss Danvers had opened her legs for his eyes.

“I just know I’ve got some lemonade or something for you,” Carol said, bending way over, pretending to reach to the back of the fridge.

Holy moly—Carol’s dress began to crawl up the swell of her ass, showcasing not only her wet pussy, but her tightly puckered anus. Billy felt precum wetting the tip of his cock as it redoubled its hardness, straining against what felt like every stitch in his pants. He leaned forward, closer and closer, the taboo sight taking up all of his vision…

If Billy’s eyes hadn’t been trained on Carol’s bare ass, he might’ve spotted the case of fruit punch on the topmost shelf of the refrigerator.

Carol straightened, shimmying her hips slightly to get her minidress back into place. “Oh, here’s some fruit punch, Billy. Right in front of my nose.”

Billy’s gaze was still taking in her ass even as the minidress cut off his view—or at least threw a certain amount of haze into his vision, it being so tight.

Carol grabbed the jug of it and turned around. When she saw Billy and how close he was, having leaned forward, she jerked back. Slipped. The sudden motion startled Billy, but his reflexes quickly took over. He shot out of his chair and grabbed Carol in order to break her face. Her breasts pillowed against his slender chest—Billy’s heartbeat raced as he suddenly felt them through his shirt, smelled Carol’s sensual perfume filling his nostrils.

“Oh, hell, Billy. I’m sorry. You startled me.”

Carol straightened up again. One of the spaghetti-thin shoulder straps had fallen down her arm, but she didn’t bother to adjust it.

Billy was no longer staring at her—he wasn’t staring at anything in particular. Instead, he was revisiting the feel of her breasts against her body as though trying to commit it to memory, memorize the sensation before the sudden touch faded from his senses. He could now feel on the crotch of his boxers the wetness of the precum leaking from his burgeoning cockhead. It embarrassed him, but he still couldn’t stop thinking about feeling Carol’s full breasts…

“Is something wrong, Billy?” Carol asked, setting the fruit punch down on the kitchen table. She bent over Billy, putting her hand to his brow. “You look flushed. Are you running a temperature?”

“No, Miss Danvers—nothing like that. It’s just a bit, ah, stuffy in here.”

“Is that so?” Carol asked, sweeping a damp lock of hair away from his forehead—the better to let him see how she was thrusting her breasts into his face.

Billy felt like he was being smothered; her chest was only inches away! If only he had a little more nerve, he would’ve leaned in and buried himself in her cleavage, but Billy was too inexperienced to muster up that kind of courage. Instead he just sat there, trembling while Carol ran her hand through his hair, his cock throbbing hard and harder.

“You’re definitely running a bit hot, Billy. Why don’t you lie down? I’ll go get a thermometer and take your temperature.”

Billy shook his head. He knew he didn’t need his temperature taken. He needed to get the hell out of Miss Danvers’ place and back to his own room, where he could jack off like the ever-present thought of her tits and ass and pussy had him yearning to do.

“No, Miss Danvers, I’m fine. I’ll take a cold shower back home.”

Carol put a finger under Billy’s chin and lifted his face so that they were looking eye to eye. Somehow, Carol’s eyes managed to look just as pretty to him as her exuberant body did. “Young man, I’m not going to let you go until I’m sure you’re well. If you want to take a shower, you can just take one right here.”

Billy had never seen such luscious lips as Carol’s when she was talking. As though hypnotized, he nodded his head, staring at the gleam of lipstick on Miss Danvers’ mouth. He found himself wanting to kiss her every bit as much as he wanted to touch her, to see her naked flesh some more…

Carol took Billy’s hand and pulled him from his seat. She almost burst out laughing when she saw his crotch. In age he might’ve been a boy, but he was a man where it counted. How hilarious that he thought she somehow hadn’t noticed all that.

Carol took Billy to the bedroom, where she fluffed up a pillow before laying him down on it. As she went to get a thermometer, Billy tried to contain a tremor going through him. He could see Carol’s bra and panties on the floor. The urge to touch them, smell them, even lick them was overwhelming.

Carol came back through the doorway, now shaking a thermometer. “Goodness, Billy, you’re shaking!”

Billy didn’t know what to say. His desire to masturbate—to get rid of this erection, these feelings—was stronger than ever. If Carol would leave him alone for half a second, he might do it here. Christ, he just wanted to come and get some relief!

“I’m really alright, Miss Danvers. All good. I’ve taken up so much of your time and I was just supposed to get a check…”

“Let me get your temperature, Billy. Then you can go. Open up…”

Billy opened his mouth. Carol put the thermometer in and his teeth rattled against the glass. Carol sat down next to his body. The more he tried to hold still, the more he shook.

“God, Billy, you’re really feeling it, aren’t you? And look how much you’re sweating…”

Carol ran her hand over his forehead, then down his neck. When Billy compared her cool touch to his flushed skin, she felt like a different species to him.

“Here, let me loosen your shirt. You must be sweltering…”

Billy tried to protest, groaning through the thermometer, but Carol went ahead. She unbuttoned his shirt until she was down to the shirttails, then she pulled them out of his waistband. She opened up his shirt like it was the morning paper. Then she ran her hands over his billowing, sweat-drenched chest.

“You’re burning up, Billy. Come, sit up—we might as well get your shirt off before it’s completely soaked through!”

Billy’s pupils dilated; the thermometer shook in his mouth. He felt like a wet dishrag as Carol helped him sit up, her breasts pressing into his heaving chest. He moaned, shutting his eyes. He wanted to get away from this cavalcade of unstoppable urges she was giving him and yet he never wanted to leave.

Billy felt Carol peeling his shirt away from his limp arms, her warm breath stirring on his bare skin. He looked down. There was so much precum that it had darkened the crotch of his pants. The stain was spreading. Billy closed his eyes and wordlessly begged the Wizard not to let Miss Danvers see what he’d just seen.

Shirtless, he lay back down until his sweaty flesh was engulfed by the crisp white bedsheets. His eyes were still shut, his lips silently forming prayers. Carol hid her own quiet laughter behind her hand, just in case Billy opened his eyes and saw her. She looked down and saw the dampness at Billy’s crotch.

“Oh, Billy, you’re sweating so much, even your pants are soaked.”

Billy didn’t want to go home now. He didn’t want to stay. He wanted to die. He wanted to choke on the thermometer. He wanted the bed to swallow him like quicksand.

Billy opened his eyes and saw Miss Danvers looking down at his crotch. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she told him. “You’re not well, Billy. It’s not your fault. I’m sure this would never happen if you were in control of your body, but you’re not in control right now, are you? Things are just happening.”

Billy nodded his head in complete agreement.

“Now, let me get those pants off before the stain sets.”

Billy’s eyes bulged. He shook his head, crossing his legs to keep his pants on. Maybe he should say ‘Shazam’ and get it over with. Having Miss Danvers find out he was a superhero couldn’t be nearly as bad as her seeing his hard-on.

“Now, Billy, don’t be embarrassed. I’m just taking care of you while you’re sick.”

Billy wasn’t embarrassed. He was terrified. If she saw how hard she’d made him—if she knew how turned on she’d made him—well, she wouldn’t be tucking him in and serving him fruit punch, that was for sure.

“I’ll just take your pants, throw them in the wash, and then into the dryer. It’ll just be for half an hour, tops.”

As she reached for him, Billy twisted away, the thermometer flying around the air above his mouth like an overpowered metronome. He wasn’t fast enough. Carol’s hands were on his belt buckle. More precum spilled from his cockhead. Holy moly, his zipper was coming down now. Carol’s fingers grazed against the tent his erection made in his boxers. His hardness lurched and throbbed. Billy squirmed harder; he couldn’t let Miss Danvers pull down his pants!

Carol smiled reassuringly at him as she grabbed hold of his waistband. “Now, Billy, you’re old enough to be mature about this. Just think of it like I’m your mother, trying to take care of you. I promise not to look…”

Pretend that Carol Danvers—with her big tits and big ass and sweet cunt—was his mother? Billy didn’t even know his mother. And Miss Danvers looked nothing like a mother, acted nothing like a mother. Whose mother would go around the house without underwear, or sit down showing off her pussy, or bend over without even caring that her ass was on display?

Carol jerked Billy’s pants down. Eyebrows raising, she let out a whistle. She had hoped the kid had plenty of cum for her—and it looked like a year’s supply had seeped into his boxers already.

Billy’s eyes glazed over, his vision going out of focus. He didn’t want to die—he wanted to go straight to hell. It had to be better than this. Carol was looking right at his groin, right at his huge, bulging erection.

Carol bit her lip to keep either her humor or her awe from showing on her face. “Oh my, Billy… oh MY!”

Billy’s face was flushed bright red. The same blush seemed to burn in every vein in his body. What could he say? What could he do? The mercury was actually rising in his thermometer.

“Oh Billy, I don’t know what to say!” Carol cooed. “I didn’t realize I was having such an effect on you. Is that all really… because of me?”

Billy nodded his head.

“Oh, you poor dear. You’ve been suffering, haven’t you? Suffering in silence, trying to be a gentleman.” She sat down next to him and spoke consolingly. “Billy, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. But it’s really not that bad. Would it help you to know that I feel sorta the same way…?”