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Dr. Hooters #32: Robbing the Cradle
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Dr Hooters Pt XXXII
Robbing The Cradle
Mary dug herself into the front lawn and planted herself. Tommy
noticed that she had gotten a bit glazed. He shrugged and car-
ried the rest of theur luggage into the house, climbing the
stairs and unpacking intheir respective rooms. Consuela helped
him, displaying a sprightliness she had seldom evidenced before.
Tommy stretched out on the bed in the room Captain Ted had indi-
cated for Mary. The long drive from Miami had worn him out, that
and the strange events of the last few days; Blair's reappearance
and disappearance, the attack on Mary and Consuela. There was
something very odd indeed going on.
He woke up with a start. It was night outside, and there was
someone in the bed next to him. It was Mary. So as not to dis-
turb her, he moved slowly out of the bed, but she felt his move-
ment, and awoke.
Mary touched him lightly on the shoulder. "Relax, Tommy! Its
just me. You were all worn out, so I didn't wake you up." She
was wearing a diaphanous white nightgown that displayed her slen-
der, curvaceous figure to good effect, and Tommy felt his dick
stiffen in spite of himself.
Mary cut on the light beside the bed, and Tommy noticed that,
since Mary was between him and the light, he could see the swell
of her small, firm breasts through the fabric of the nightgown.
The breasts were the color of summer grass and the nipples were
the color of pine needles, as was her long, perfumed hair. Tommy
stiffened even more.
Mary sat up in the bed and pushed her hair back, thrusting her
breasts out so that the tops of them peaked out the hem of the
gown. Tommy had never seen green cleavage before, but he decided
it wasn't all that bad, not on her.
"Your friend Captain Jack never showed up, Tommy. Consuela and I
made some supper, but I wasn't very hungry."
"He'll be here, uh, Mrs. Quinteros", Tommy replied, "he kinda
keeps his own schedule.
She nestled up to him on the bed. "Call me Mary, Tommy. 'Mrs.
Quinteros' makes me feel a hundred years old. Besides, I haven't
seen Amanda's father in over eight years. Do I look that old to
you?"
Tommy felt himself getting even stiffer. In fact, he couldn't
remember ever getting this stiff. He glanced down at his blue
jeans, and saw that an enormous lump had formed in them. Lord
above! It looked like he was carrying a soccer ball around in his
pants.
Mary noticed it too. "I'd say, no, Tommy. It looks like you
don't think I'm old at all." She reached a slender green hand
under his shirt, found one of his nipples and began playing with
it, taking care to lean one of her small, hard breasts into his
arm. "I don't think you're too young, after all. Not built the
way you are!"
Tommy surrendered to the inevitible and drew Mary to him. She
was surprisingly light and small in his arms. Blair must take
more after her father, he thought. I hope she doesn't kill me
for fucking her mom, 'cause it doesn't look like there's any way
out of it. He kissed her deeply on the mouth, then pulled away
suddenly.
"What's the matter, Tommy?", Mary asked.
"Uh, nothing Mrs..., uh, Mary", he responded. "I thought you
might taste like a piece of broccoli or something."
Mary giggled and began opening Tommy's shirt. Astounded at the
multiple layers of hard, masculine muscle she found, she threw
herself on him with a vengance, kissing him roughly about the
mouth, neck, shoulders and abdomen. "God! Tommy! I'm such a
sucker for a man with muscles."
Tommy stripped his shirt away. His dark skin was just beginning
to glisten with the sweat of his desire, and this made his thick,
cable-like musles stand out in even deeper relief. He moved his
large hands over Mary's slender body, stroking her hair, her
hard, pert ass, her small, eager breasts. He pulled the night-
gown away from her body, and saw that her pussy hair had gone
green as well, and it was glistening with Mary's welcoming nec-
tar.
Putting her hands for the first time on Tommy's lump, Mary nearly
fainted as she traced the outline of Tommy's turgid member under
his jeans. "Jesus, Tommy", she remarked, "I hope you didn't fuck
Blair with this dick. It feels like its the size of a fire hose!"
"Honest, Mary! It wasn't this big when me and Blair..."
But Mary was already stuggling with Tommy's zipper, her dainty
breasts shaking with the effort. Pulling the zipper down, she
reached inside Tommy's boxers and yanked his dick into full view.
Tommy finished the operation, pulling his jeans and shorts off
almost with one movement.
"Its bigger", he said flatly. "It grew, just like Blair's tits."
Mary was impressed. Tommy's massive prong, not quite erect, was
about the same size and thickness as one of the summer salamis
she remembered hanging in Mr. Schultz's butcher shop when she was
a girl. She put her hand on the wine-red glans, about the size
of a grapefruit, and already glistening with pre-cum. Tommy's
flaired cum-hole stared at her like the eye of a huge one-eyed
snake, the size of a quarter in diameter.
Rubbing the flanks of Tommy's huge shaft with both hands, she
brought it quickly to full attention. "Now this is a dick, Tom-
my! You should be proud of yourself. This is the biggest dick
I've ever seen!"
Tommy was a as surprised as Mary. He felt uniquely potent, but
at the same time, his huge new dick was crying out for sex, and
he could feel the spunk boiling in his balls. But, how was he
gonna get this huge tool up this tiny little woman?
"We need to wet him down a bit first, Tommy", Mary instructed
him. Then, she straddled his huge dick and ground her pelvis
against it from above, sliding up and down on the massive, fluted
shaft, moistening it with her lubricants.
Tommy howled with desire. He began thrusting with his hips
against Mary's motions, seeking entrance for the mighty head.
"We're gonna have to take this slow, Tommy. You're gonnna have
to give me time to take you in, baby. You're so damn big!"
Then she spread her legs wider than Tommy ever remembered a woman
spreading them before, and the lips of her vagina yawned and
grabbed the tip of Tommy's head, pulling it into Mary.
He could feel the walls of Mary's vagina give way as he entered
her. It was as though she flowed away. Yet, the walls of her
pussy kept pulling on the shaft of his giant dick, nudging him in
inch by powerful inch.
Mary squeaked with delight as she felt the warm thickness of Tom-
my's huge cock penetrate her. Something had changed inside her
as well. It was as though she was more malleable, more flexible.
She never should have been able to accomodate a cock this size.
Even some of larger among her boyfriends had been painful to her
in the past.
But she now had Tommy about halfway up her, and only about nine
more inches of hard cock-meat remained. She pushed Tommy down
into the bed, and postioned herself over the top of him, and
slipped herself carefully down as Tommy filled her more and more
with his urgent, titanic dick.
Astounded at her own capacity, Mary began pumping up and down on
Tommy's shaft. The suction generated a loud slurping sound as
she worked him back and forth, up and down. She felt wave after
wave of delight as Tommy's thickness pressed hard against her en-
gorged clit, and she pushed it with her hands against his rock-
hard cock-meat.
"Oh Tommy!", she groaned "God! A-A-A-O-A-u-g-h! Please! Fuck me
hard! I need a good hard fucking! I'm such a horny green
bitch!"
Tommy, for his part, was vainly trying to keep his pud inside his
dick, but the sap was rising faster than he could retain it. He
felt his seed rise from his boiling balls, up the corded spunk-
tube on the underside of his great shaft.
The sight of Mary writhing on his huge cock, her long green hair
tickling his balls, her lighter green breasts with their dark
green nipples shaking and quivering with her every thrust, stimu-
lated Tommy enormously, and it wasn't long before he came like
the tide.
Mary felt Tommy's hot spunk shooting up inside her, washing up
around the regions of her stomach and mid spine. Before long,
she was enveloped in her own orgasm, gushing out great thick gobs
of Tommy's ropey cum in her own ejaculate, as she bathed Tommy's
shaft with her own love-juices.
Exhilirated and exhausted, Mary climbed off Tommy's softening
dick, and into his cradling arms. She snuggled against the hard
plates of his muscled chest.
"I raped you, Tommy", she confessed. "I'm sorry. I raped my own
daughter's boyfriend!"
"Its not like I hated it", Tommy replied, somewhat at a loss for
words. "But, still, I rather we not let Blair know."
Mary gazed up into Tommy's dark eyes with her own emerald ones.
"You really love her, don't you, Tommy?"
"Yeah, no, uh", Tommy stammered. "There's no one quite like
Blair, Mary. No one. Not even you. But you pretty damn hot,
for a green woman."
"Its odd, Tommy", Mary whispered, "but standing out in the yard
this afternoon, I felt like I was talking to all the trees and
plants in the neighborhood. They talk about growing, and bearing
fruit, and, somehow, it got me all hot and bothered. That's when
I came upstairs, saw you asleep in the bed, and got in next to
you."
"Talking to trees", Tommy mused. "Well, it makes sense. In the
last two days, I've been with a female Hercules and a cucumber-
woman. Daughter and mother."
"Maybe you'd better cut out of here before Grandma takes a whack
at you as well, Tommy", said a large dark-haired man with a
bright smile, who appeared in an instant in their doorway. "It
won't be long before she's ready for night manewuvres as well."
Mary clutched the sheets about her, but Tommy bounded out of bed
and embraced him.
"Captain Ted! You're back!", he shouted.
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