Chapter 3
The next morning Sheila could barely get out of bed. She was sore in the pussy from fucking the faucet in the bathtub. But she didn't care. Except that she wished she was sore from having her very own brother fuck her.
The slender teenager sighed. There wasn't any way that was going to happen. Jeffrey was too remote from her. And last night she'd really fucked up. She should have been understanding about his troubles with Pamela. Instead, she'd shot off her mouth and made him angry at her. When Jeffrey was mad, he retreated into a shell and she might not hear a single word from him for a week.
Sheila heaved herself out of bed and studied her reflection in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She stroked her tits, cupping them, pushing them outward slightly. The milky white skin reddened wherever her fingers touched. And the cherry-red nipples cresting those luscious mounds of titflesh hardened.
She stood and spread her legs wantonly wide. The flame-red of her bush seemed to taunt her. It wasn't getting any cock. She ran her fingers lightly through the tangled mat of her fleecy red pussy mound and shuddered deeply when she stroked over her trembling cunt lips.
"No," she said aloud. "This is no good. You're not getting the satisfaction you want from all those high-school studs. Jeffrey is just a fantasy. And frigging yourself every time you get horny's not the answer."
The red-haired girl knew what the answer was. She'd have to find a man. Fast.
And she knew just the way. Quickly dressing, she didn't even bother to stop and eat breakfast. Her parents looked up, startled, as she rocketed past them.
"See you later, Mom, Dad," Sheila said and then was gone. She got in her car and roared off. In less than twenty minutes she was in the part of town where she could find what she wanted. Sheila pulled her car to the curb and got out when she saw a sidewalk newspaper dispenser. She read the sexy, lurid headlines on the tabloid underneath the wire bar and smiled. This was what she was after. She hastily stuffed her fifty cents into the coin slot, tugged at the tabloid newspaper and pulled it free.
In her car she read over the want ads, ads asking for horny women wanting to fuck. But Sheila knew in an instant that she couldn't answer any of those ads. She just couldn't.
But she could put in an ad of her own. Mind racing, she mentally wrote what she wanted to say. And then she had her car in gear and headed for the main-office of the tabloid.
The red-haired girl wasn't quite sure what she'd expected to find. A rundown building with derelicts outside, maybe. After all, the ads in the paper had been very raunchy. But the building was a modern office with lots of chrome and glass and flashy cars in the parking lot out front. She hurried in before she lost her nerve.
She scanned the directory in the lobby until she found the offices of Sex Scout Weekly. It surprised the young girl that it was listed so prominently. She didn't think any more about it until she took the elevator up and got into the office.
A young man-probably a college student working part time-sat behind the desk looking bored. He read a news magazine and seemed not to notice her.
"Ahem," Sheila said loudly. "I want to place an ad."
The youth looked up, sneered, looked back at his magazine and then did a double take. His eyes snapped back to Sheila's lush young form. His eyes drank in the impudent swell of her tits poking against her thin tee shirt. He could barely see the beginnings of her long, milky white legs over the desktop but there was no mistaking the tightness of her shorts over her pussy mound. And her ass flared outwards in a very womanly, and enticing, manner.
"Hi," he said coming to his feet. "What can I do for you?"
The red-haired girl almost laughed when she saw what she was already doing for him. The bulge at his crotch was beginning to swell and his pants tented up in such a way that she wondered if his hard-on wasn't hurting him.
"An ad, I want to place an ad in the Sex Scout Weekly," she said boldly. She'd decided to be as straightforward as she could, even though she was shaking inside.
"For a friend?"
"No, for me," she answered.
"You hardly look the type."
"For what? Placing an ad?"
"Placing an ad to get laid," he said. "I can take care of you, if that's what you're after."
She felt her heart skip a beat, then she shook her head, red hair flying around her shoulders in disorder.
"The ad," she said firmly. He was handsome but he looked too much like the kids she went out with-the ones who never quite got her off when they fucked. Sheila wanted a man, a real man, one who could give her all the pleasure she could stand and then come back looking to stuff even more prick up her cunt. That was what she was after.
"Okay, but you don't know what you're missing," he said, shoving a pad of blank forms toward her.
The slender teenager quickly began writing. She'd already formed in her mind what she wanted to say.
She wrote: "Hot fox is looking for a well-hung stud who can please her. This isn't going to be easy because she's insatiable. She's willing to give-as long as she gets at least nine inches. Sexy letter in response, please."
Sheila sighed. That should do it. It put the whole matter as straightforward as she could make it.
"That'll be thirty-two ninety," said the man behind the counter.
"What? Almost thirty-three bucks for this ad? That's outrageous. I don't have that kind of money."
"Then you don't get that kind of ad placed. Except maybe, if...."
Sheila understood. The ad didn't cost anywhere near that. He was hustling her. But she felt oddly excited over the prospect of placing the ad and the promise it held. And she wanted to see how well hung this stud actually was. Maybe he was the answer to her sexual dilemma. There was one way of finding out.
"Maybe we can talk this over," she suggested. Her lips parted slightly and her pink tongue made a slow circuit so that he got the message. The red-haired girl almost laughed when she saw the action going on at his crotch.
"Sure, maybe we can, at that," he said, sitting down on the edge of his desk.
Sheila didn't hesitate. She moved around to stand in front of him. He ran the zipper on his trousers down with a metallic hissing. His cock snapped to attention. It jutted upwards from his groin like an enraged telephone pole. The thick purple knob on the tip of his prick was visibly pulsing with lust.
Sheila wasn't sure she wanted to place the ad this badly or not. Then she remembered how horny she'd been for so long. And it was worth it, she decided.
"Suck on it?"
"Yeah, baby. You just suck me off and the ad gets placed for a month. Now get on with it. Somebody might wander in here and see what's going down."
She dropped to the floor and moved closer to his prick. In an odd way, she was both repelled and fascinated by his cock.
There was no denying she loved sucking a man's cock, either. She'd done it a lot of times and each time was better than the last. The only trouble was the guys she sucked off came too quick for her to really enjoy much. But to have to do it to pay off an ad was about the same as blackmail.
Shrugging her shapely shoulders, Sheila placed her hands on the man's thighs and dipped her mouth down. The light kiss she gave the very tip of his prick caused it to buck and jerk wildly. She smiled at the big reaction she'd gotten.
Just a little stimulation and she had him at her command. The slender teenager liked the feeling of power.
Her lips parted slightly and she sucked in the tip of his cock to give it a real tongue lashing. Her tongue moved in rough, wet circles around the end of his prick until he was gasping for air.
She sucked a little harder and pulled the entire knob into her mouth. She let her teeth score the sides of his throbbingly alive cock. Leaving behind fierce red marks didn't hurt him at all. Just the opposite, in fact. The blood rushed furiously into his aroused prick and made him feel like he was going to shoot his wad right away.
She decided it wouldn't be such a bad thing to get him off in a hurry. The sooner this was over, the sooner she would get the ad put into the paper. Her tongue stroked passionately against the cleft underside of his prick. The entire head of his cock was vibrating with life now. Each jerk told her of an excited heartbeat. She was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever received, and they both knew it.
"Keep going, doll. Keep going. I love the way your mouth works."
She didn't bother to answer. It would have been a waste of time. Besides, she had better uses for her mouth. Another inch of his prick vanished between her ruby red lips. She kept his skin constantly laved with her saliva, constantly stimulated with her sucking.
As the slender teenager's teeth worked hard and sharp against his shaft, she began moving her hands back and forth on his thighs. There was nothing that said she shouldn't try to enjoy this payment as much as the man she was sucking off.
Her hands stroked over his thighs and finally unfastened his belt. Then his pants followed. This allowed her full access to his crotch. Her nimble fingers found the tiny bag containing his balls. With tiny tweaks and pinches, she tormented him until he wasn't able to speak coherently.
The nut-sac had been hanging loose when she started. As she worked on it, it collapsed into a hard, tight little sphere of aroused desire. Sheila bounced his balls around and felt them boiling in the thick stew of his creamy jism. All the loose skin had tightened into a golf-ball sized pouch. And she knew he was straining to keep from jetting out his come.
As the red-haired girl pressed her tongue against the rim of his prick, she felt the sexy quivering. His heart throbbed for her. His cock jumped around. His balls tumbled and lurched in their sexy cream. Even his hot breath gusted through her red hair. She felt the hot winds caressing her ears and the back of her neck.
"Keep going, damn you. God, I never felt a mouth like yours before. If I'd known I could get head like this, ohhhhhh!"
Sheila thought she'd gotten him off. She dimly realized how great his control had to be. She tried ramming her tongue down the pinprick hole in the end of his fuck stick. There was no way she could get down there. But it was so much fun trying!
Sensing his tasty come just a few licks away, the slender teenager redoubled her efforts on his prick. Almost all of his cock was inside her mouth now. She kept sucking until she felt the rubbery tip of his prick bounce off the roof of her mouth and start down past her tonsils and into her throat.
It went all the way down. With his cock lying in the cradle formed by her tongue, she had almost complete domination over the man.
The power tasted almost as good as his cock!
"My balls are burning up. God, suck harder. Your mouth, goddamn, your mouth is fantastic. Suck harder!"
Sheila had to let his cock slip back out of her throat. Air was a necessity for living. Her tongue whirled around and around his prick as it slowly left her mouth. Her lips soothed the feverish red skin of the prick where her pearly teeth tormented it.
The slender young teenager began twisting her head from side to side. This allowed her to add a little rotary motion to her eating of his cock. When her nose burrowed into his bush, she knew she had taken his shaft entirely into her mouth again. The man's stamina was incredible.
The pounding of his pulse in the big blue vein on the top of his cock gave her the clue about how to get him off. She began working her head back and forth, slowly at first, then with increased speed. Face fucking herself, Sheila made certain not a single square inch of skin all along that long pleasure-spike was missed by her tongue or lips or teeth.
She felt his cock begin to expand.
Her own heart began pounding loudly. She hadn't realized how turned on she'd become. The pulse in her throat was almost painful and the sound of the blood rushing through her head created an ocean's surf that drowned out everything else.
Even her cunt had begun to sluggishly flow in arousal. She was as turned on by this mouth fuck as the man was!
Sheila sucked harder. Her lips formed an O around his twitching fuck stick. And with her head sliding back and forth, she was face fucking herself as hard as she could now.
Fingers laced through her red hair. A distant voice said, "I'll guide you. Just keep sucking!"
She sucked even harder than before. Her cheeks went hollow under the incredible vacuum she formed in her mouth. He started pushing her head up and down. She let him. The cock slowly expanded in her wet, sucking mouth. Her tongue was relentless in trying to further stimulate him. Nothing mattered to her except that cock coming into and then leaving her mouth.
The face fucking set her heart to triphammering. Her own breath blasted hot and heavy into his bush. It had to be like a hot wind on a cool day for him because he shivered and pulled her head down even harder into his crotch.
The red-haired girl felt the friction mounting between her lips and his cock. The sides of his prick were an ugly red now. The huge thick pecker was salty with sweat and the man's male essence. The tang and musk turned Sheila into a quiveringly eager cock-sucking bitch.
She wanted cock. She wanted to eat it all.
The tiny drop of pre-come tasted bitter. Her tongue pulled it away from the tip of his cock and continued working all over his sensitive flesh. Then she felt his cock expand with sexual tension. His tempo of face fucking picked up until she could barely stand it. His cock was almost flying back and forth now.
She knew the time had come. He was going to spew out his tasty come. And she wasn't going to miss a single drop.
"Take it," he gasped. "Take all my jism into your mouth. Swallow it, damn you, you're gonna swallow all my come!"
His fingers pulled hard at the back of her head, holding her in place. When the first spurt blasted into her mouth, she managed to smear it all over her tongue. The essence of man was better than any wine. She was intoxicated on the taste of sex.
She sucked harder, ever harder. She wanted all his come. Every drop had to be hers!
Finally, his bucking cock was depleted of every single pearly white drop of his steamy jism. There wasn't anything left in his balls to suck out.
She sank back to her heels and looked up at the clerk. He had a pleased look on his face. Sheila carefully licked her lips and wiped away the last vagrant drop of his come.
"So? Do you place the ad for me?"
"Wanna run it for two months?" he asked in a dazed voice.
Sheila was on her feet and heading for the door as she shot back over her shoulder, "Just one month's going to be enough, I think. And thanks for everything!"
"Yeah, thanks," the clerk said in a stunned voice. Sheila made it all the way down the hall before she broke out laughing.