Shy... (11 page)

I saw several young men coming and going from the evaluation
chamber over the next few days. What they were doing inside… we can probably
all take a guess. In truth it caused a bit of jealousy in me. The feeling of
Mrs. Moundrammer tickling my funny bits with her scorching tongue had robbed me
of my sleep. I could think of nothing else – wondering why she had not yet
returned to give me a second helping. What a cruel woman she turned out to be. Giving
me so much pleasure and simply taking it away, leaving me with nothing but a
fading memory!'

That night at the tinker shop I took sight of a youthful employee
waddling into the room. He held a small piece of parchment in his hands. This
the little guy gave to me. A private message? I recognized the lingering
perfume instantly. Mrs. Moundrammer! At last!

The note included a time and location (evaluation chamber) only.
No signature – not that it needed one. I knew all too well which aged vixen had
sent this missive to me. Mmm, the way her bosom felt… How I loved the sound of
her noisy sucking. I dripped like a leaky faucet into her mouth. I wonder if
she enjoyed it? Well, I did get invited back. That says something at least.
What kind of surprise arts and crafts or toy tinkering might she have in store
for me tonight? I only hope my tools are up for the job…

“Hello?” I called out into the empty room. No answer. A nearby
clock caught my eye. The time was right, maybe Mrs. Moundrammer was running a little
behind. Fortunately, her evaluation chamber had good lighting. I wouldn’t be
snuck up on by any trollops tonight! Even if I wished to be…

“Mrs. Moundrammer?” I asked the vacant space. Nothing.

And then miraculously, a beautiful and near bare leg exposed
itself from the doorway in the back left. It shot out into the open as a dainty
hand rubbed across the inner thigh, tracing along the red garter belt adorning
the flesh. I felt my mouth drop open as a giggle emanated from the distant
room.

“Toysin… right on time,” Mrs. Moundrammer guffawed as she came
into view. “Like what you see?”

Gulp.

Another low-cut dress, presenting those wonderful breasts of hers.
I couldn’t take my eyes from them. Somehow I think that’s just what she wanted.

“Tonight is a special night for you, don’t you know?” Mrs.
Moundrammer asked.

“It, uh, it is?” I questioned. Her face was caked with a light
layer of makeup. The small amounts seemed to accentuate the already flawless
features. And here I did -- I did remember seeing those hungry and horny lips
sliding along something very near and dear to me.

“Mmhmm. No need to be coy, little man. This will be your first
time going into an
oven,
won’t it, Toysin?”

“The
oven
, Mrs. Moundrammer?”

“Yes,
my
oven.” I must haven taken on a puzzled look as the
term was unknown to me. Although I would soon discover the meaning very
shortly… She touched her naughty bits in a teasing fashion. Those red cheeks of
mine returned instantaneously.

“What?
Your
oven?! And me?”

She nodded.

“Umm…Yes, m’am.”

“Good. Then you will do exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer tells you to
do, won’t you Toy?”

I nodded – thinking I might not be ready for this adventure.

“Answer me, Tinkerbottoms.”

“Yes, m’am. Exactly as Mrs. Moundrammer says.”

“Good boy.”

Here she walked across the room (as I admired those full boobs,
thick thighs, and tight stomach beneath the clothing…) and without hesitation,
reached down into my pants – the moment I had been longing for! And yet the
fearful emotion rushed through my body. I remained unsure, worried, and uneasy…
but desperately wanting her to continue. And so she did… stroking and
lengthening the tinkering device. This one must have been a burning rod, as her
hand heated very rapidly. I sighed unwillingly.

Suddenly the fingers loosened as her head traveled downward, and
here I hoped for a repeat of our last rendezvous… but it was not to be so! The
temptress stopped mid descent and gave me a sly grin. Her finger wagged
no,
no
.

Mrs. Moundrammer then spun around and began grinding that lovely
booty against the growing gift in my tightening pants. Oh heavens… Such smooth
and warm skin. The panties felt marvelous and looked even better as I took
sight of that glorious rump, giving itself all to me. She stuck it between the
cheeks, rising up and down, like a perfect slot for the tool. Had she been
looking back, she would surely have seen the wetness pouring through the
material – but in time it would spill out onto her skin and make itself known.

“Let’s move along quickly, laddy. I know you want it badly. I
won’t be a mean Mrs. Moundrammer… this time. Now get those pants off!”

I hurriedly loosened the belt.

“Faster!”

Oh boy… What am I doing here! Stripping in front of
the
Mrs.
Moundrammer… again! She waited until I was nearly half naked before slowly
hiking up her dress, exposing the light red cotton panties beneath. My hands
froze.

“Keep undressing, Toy!” she shouted.

“Yes, m’am.”

A hint of a smile crept across her face as I stared at the
underwear. Drool might as well have been dripping from my mouth. I wanted to
smash my face right there in the center crease of that material. I wished to
explore this unknown realm, to fulfill my every debauched and wanton childhood
fantasy.

“Looks like you’ve hit a snag,” she laughed. Uh oh… and so I had.
The pants being caught on my, uh my, licking post you might say. “Good boy,
you’re ahead of the game.”

I watched as Mrs. Moundrammer lowered herself down onto the center
table, which now had a blanket on top of it.

“Come here, Tinkerbottoms,” she commanded just as my pants hit the
floor. “Good boy. Now give me your hand… Rub it here… like what you feel?”

“Yes, Mrs. Moundrammer.”

She had my hand rubbing along her wet dessert, that sly slit
between her thighs. The moistness seeped through the thin panties – a
surprising amount of liquid I must say. The woman oozed sexuality.

“Now stick your big candy cane on the same spot… Ahhh yes… Good
boy, good big boy. Slide it back and forth. Make me want it!”

A moan escaped her lips – apparently I’d struck a good location.

“Don’t stop!” she ordered as one of her hands smacked me across
the face. And… I kind of liked it.

“No more teasing you, Toysin. Grab my panties, yes good, now pull
them off and down the legs.”

She pushed her thighs together making the whole embarrassing
ordeal that much easier. I had a little trouble unhooking the garter (several
minutes of fumbling and eye rolling and sweating). But then there it was! With
one quick motion she flicked the underwear from her foot, sending it to some
faraway place. Her goodie basket… fully exposed and calling my name. My knees
began to buckle. The sight was too intense. Thankfully Mrs. Moundrammer seemed
to notice this, as she caught me between her legs for a moment.

“Good boy. Now… Let me see that large southern pole of yours. Yes…
I’ll just put it in my hand and show you where to put this big thing.”

Gulp.

And she did… placing my aching love pole against those moist…
lips. I was so close!

“Good boy…” Mrs. Moundrammer smiled. Her breast bounced slightly
as she repositioned herself, and the shock of such a blissful sight caused me to
slide out of the goodie basket. But her deft hand was quick to reinsert the
item. Just the tip, mind you. I felt her heels lightly pulling at my lower
back, ushering me forward – and forward I went… for the first time, embarking
on the most epic journey of my life – penetrating Mrs. Moundrammer!

It felt so warm and welcoming, like I was going home – right where
the lusty lance belonged. And the farther I slid inside the better it felt. The
liquid lubricating and moistening my lewd delight. I watched with mouth agape
as it slowly disappeared inside the orgasmic opening – spreading those lips
apart, making way for the excitement I was to bring. Mrs. Moundrammer gripped
my hips with both hands, pulling me in hard and close. She possessed a
surprising amount of strength. So much so I feared that even if I desired to,
my body lacked the power to repel her. But in this moment I wanted nothing more
than to be deeper – relaxing my hips, allowing her to yank and tug at my lower
back. Farther, deeper, harder I explored… fully embedding the southern pole,
from tip to base, all the way inside Mrs. Moundrammer. The breaths of arousal
and sensuality were flowing freely from Mrs. Moundrammer now – along with all
those love juices. Her hands tightened immensely and I found myself stuck, as
some convulsions and spasms massaged and titillated the length of my delight.
The moans of ecstasy escaped her body, with head thrown back and fingers
groping along my body, she gasped and groaned, filling the quiet room with the
sounds of satisfaction.

“Give it to me, Tinkerbottoms! Now! I command you! Give me all
your –“

But here she paused for a moment, just as I had quickened my
action. Then those lecherous hands of hers pushed me away, causing the hefty breadloaf
to fall free of her toasty oven. Although Mrs. Moundrammer immediately lunged
forward, taking it into her mouth like a man dying of thirst who’d just found a
fountain of life-saving water fountain. So greedily the woman sucked. It seemed
beyond a doubt that she felt physical pain to have the pulsating rod away from
her body.

“Quick turn me over and throw your oven mitt in!” She howled.

The next thing I knew Mrs. Moundrammer had flipped onto her
stomach, rising to her knees, lifting the dress up from her bottom and…

“Be my little baker!” came her desperate command. “Spread those
buns, Tinkerbottoms! Spread them hard. Knead the dough! Harder! Grab it with
your hands – yes, that’s it! Remember this is an aged cookie, and so you must
make your equipment go in extra deep and hard. Ahh yes, Toysin! You dirty
little man! Now bring out your thick rolling pin! You know the one I love, take
it out! Slam it down deep and hard! Pound the dough! Yes, that’s good. It wants
to be softened, it wants to be touched. Now do as it wishes. Yes! Don’t stop
kneading, Toy! You’re almost there… Quick another round of the rolling pin! Use
all your might! Toss your nuts in! Yes! Yes! Oh dear me, yes! Oh good boy,
you’ve certainly softened this dough sufficiently. Now you know what needs to
be done, don’t you?”

“Huh?” I gasped, breathless but exhilarated.

“Coat my loving dough with another batch of your special frosting.
I want even more this time! Make me sick from the sweetness. Right here!”

She slapped a portion of her rear-end, right where the panties had
been slid to the side minutes earlier.

“Don’t keep me waiting!”

My mind blanked as the tension built so forcefully in my naughty
bits. Like a cannon’s fuse that had burned out and now everyone waited in anticipation,
with ears covered, to see the blast. And so I saw explosions of white lust and
burning-hot mirth. I removed the throbbing rolling pin from her cookie dough,
and like a lone hero trying to control a raging fire hose, I held on for dear
life as the liquid erupted from the end.

Mrs. Moundrammer shrieked as I had never heard before. My tasty,
thick frosting landed all across her undergarments and lower back, continuing
on up to the shoulders (when I had lost control of the powerful hose).

“Tinkerbottoms,” she sighed, falling flat on her stomach, “You ARE
a star employee!”

***

Our little affair, these memorable dalliances continued on for
quite a spell. As I went on working hard in the tinkering shop during the days,
I would, most nights, receive a letter from the lustful Mrs. Moundrammer –
asking me to work hard in another kind of shop with her…

We would secret away, allowing ourselves uninterrupted bliss. The
cheerful and appreciative woman visited many lessons and educational sessions
upon me. I had battered her cake, creamed her cookies, stuffed her turkey,
burned the oven, and even cleaned the chimney a time or two if you’re familiar
with that reference (but that incident was a bit scarier than I care to
mention). I couldn’t get enough of the woman! She continued on using me as her
play toy – something to tinker her bits when they needed a good tweaking – and
I did tweak all she had to offer. Moundrammer was restless and insatiable,
sometimes calling me over at least five times a night! Every day was like
Christmas morning to me… the moment I pulled her underwear aside and stuck my
face low to taste the desserts…unwrapping those priceless gifts! With her
thighs clamped tightly around my head, squeezing the ears so roughly I began seeing
stars as she allowed me to drink ambrosia from the pink chalice. Again and
again we shared in this adventure.

But as you know, all good things must come to an end…

And so it was on one fateful day, just before the big opening day
of the season, that the unthinkable happened…

***