Chapter 2
Gloria was absolutely correct in thinking that young Jack Turner had the hots for her.
But she was wrong in imagining that Jack jerked off while he thought about her.
Jack didn't jerk off.
He had a girlfriend, instead.
Jack was a good-looking, athletic boy who came from a working-class background and was far more experienced in sexual matters than most boys of his age.
He had fucked several girls. His present girlfriend was named Bonny Carter.
She was in high school and had her own automobile, in which most of their fucking took place.
Bonny was a wide-eyed redhead with nubile hips and pert, thrusting tits. Aware of how pleasantly her tits jutted out, she had developed a sort of swaybacked posture, her slender back arched so that she came at a man tit first.
She usually wore tight shorts which were drawn up in a vee into her crotch and tight cotton tee shirts that molded to her tits and stood out in twin points where her stiff nipples pushed against the material.
She was a bold girl.
She had noticed Jack at school and, without any modesty, had asked him if he would like to go out with her sometime. He had stared at her until she blushed.
"You spread?" he asked.
"You got a dirty mouth, Jack Turner."
"Well, I can't see wasting my time going out with a girl who doesn't spread her legs."
Bonny had thought about it for a moment.
"I might-for you," she'd said.
And so Jack had gone out with her, in her car, and in a local lover's lane, Bonny had spread her legs.
They had been going steady for two months and Jack had been satisfied with the hot-panted redhead.
But then, working at odd jobs with the intention of earning enough money to buy a car, he had come into contact with Gloria Campbell. All his previous success had been with girls his own age, or thereabouts, and Jack had been overwhelmed by desire for the sexy married blonde. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he couldn't keep his cock from getting hard whenever he was around Gloria. But he didn't know how to approach an older woman. While he was self confident, even insolent, with girls like Bonny, he was tongue-tied around Gloria, confused by the seething magnitude of his passion. How did a guy seduce a married woman? What would she say if he told her he loved her? Would she be shocked or, worse, laugh at him? Suppose she were to mock him, to tell him that she had no desire to play with children, to rob the cradle? He had no idea what to do or what to expect. he wasn't even aware that Gloria had noticed the way that he looked at her-that his dumb fascination was obvious.
But if he was speechless around Gloria, he was anything but speechless about her.
He told Bonny about her.
In some perverse way, he felt compelled to torment Bonny, who let him fuck her, simply because he didn't know how to approach Gloria, for that same purpose.
Bonny was not pleased.
She had supposed that Jack loved her-well, sort of-and she knew that she didn't deserve to be the whipping girl on which he took out his frustrated lust for another woman. But she could not fathom the complexities of Jack's nature, any more than he could, himself.
Bonny was not a tramp and had not had a great deal of sexual experience before she met Jack.
She had only gone all the way with one boy, and he had dated her for six months before she let him get into her cunt. Her other affairs had been limited to heavy petting-and not even that until a boy took her out several times. She had never sucked a cock. Jack had been amazed to find that this sexy redhead, who let him screw her on their first night together, was so relatively innocent in such things. Complex, himself, he was disturbed by complexity in others, especially in a girl. He had always mentally filed girls into one of two categories-good girls and tramps. He despised the good girls for being too good to fuck and he had no respect at all for the girls who did fuck. Since they were the only two categories in which he placed girls, he didn't like any of them very much.
He had ambivalent feelings about Bonny.
Since she had been basically a good girl before she met him, he despised her for being wholesome and mocked her sexual inexperience.
And since she let him fuck her all the time, he had no respect for her, either.
But she was friendly, pretty, pleasant-she owned a car and she had turned out to be a really great piece of ass-she was always agreeable, never bitchy, fun to be with. Despite that, or possibly because of it, he resented her and enjoyed hurting her feelings with cruel disdain.
He really was a perverse young boy, was Jack.
And now he was more confused than ever, by his raging desire for Gloria Campbell.
How could he place an older married woman in one of the only two categories he used?
Being married and not fooling around, as far as he knew, she was certainly a good girl.
Being married, she almost certainly fucked.
Unable to despise her or to treat her with lack of respect, he figured that he must be in love with her.
He had talked of little else all evening.
Now, as Bonny drove into the lover's lane and switched off the ignition, her lower lip turned down in a pout and her eyes were damp, threatening to flow with tears.
Jack realized how she felt.
He enjoyed making her unhappy.
He sat against the door on the passenger side, smoking a cigarette and trying to look like Humphrey Bogart.
Bonny looked straight ahead through the windshield, waiting for him to make the usual first move.
When he didn't, she glanced at him, curiously. He blew smoke against the windowshield.
"Still thinking about that married bitch?" she asked, sounding more angry than she really was-and less hurt.
"She ain't a bitch."
"If you want her so much, you ought to be with her instead of with me."
"Wish I was."
"Ohhh," she wailed.
"Not here, though. I mean, she's class stuff. No way she'd come to a lover's lane and fuck in a goddamn car, like some hot-pants tramp."
"like me, you mean?"
"You said it."
"All right, if that's the way you feel!" she said, and she reached for the keys.
But although he was enjoying tormenting her, Jack didn't want her to drive off before he'd got his rocks off. He reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"If you think I'm such a tramp... " Bonny said-but she took her hand away from the ignition.
"Well, that's what you are," he snarled.
"You spread for me the first night, didn't you?"
"Only because I love you," she protested.
"Naw. You might love me now, but you couldn't of loved me then, because you didn't even know me. Love me? You love my big dick, is what you love. That's what all you hot-pants tramps love, big dick."
Bonny began to cry.
That pleased Jack greatly.
It also made him horny.
He said, "Just because you're a tramp, don't mean I ain't gonna fuck you, bitch. That's all you're good for, so I might as well make use of it."
"I don't feel like it tonight," she said.
"Hah!"
"I'm not going to stay here and be insulted, Jack. I've had enough of you."
His eyes narrowed, glinting in the darkness.
Sneering, he said, "So you don't feel like fucking tonight, huh? Well, that suits me, because I don't feel like fucking you, either. But I feel like coming. So guess what you're gonna do? You're gonna suck me off!"
"I will not!" she cried.
Bonny had, in fact, been looking forward to sucking Jack's cock. She had already kissed the knob a few times and had been just waiting for him to ask her to give him a blow job. The idea of having a mouthful of big prick excited her and she was sure it would be thrilling to make a boy come in her mouth and swallow that hot jism. She had thought about doing that quite often, since starting her affair with Jack.
But she didn't want her first blow job to occur under these circumstances.
She had expected it to be a loving thing, that she would do it for the boy she loved and that it would be sort of romantic-as well as tasty.
"Not tonight," she added.
"Yeah, tonight," he snarled. "You're gonna gobble my big cock right up, bitch. And while you're gobbling, I'm gonna be thinking about Gloria Campbell!"
Bonny wailed with indignation.
Once more she reached out to start the car. Jack grinned and slid over, putting his arm around her. He figured that he had gone too far with that last comment and that she might really try to resist him, but he knew how to take care of that. She was a tramp and when she got hot pants she couldn't resist. He jerked her face around and kissed her, his lips grinding on hers so that she could feel his teeth under the softness of his lips.
She struggled against him, keeping her lips tightly closed at first.
But then, with a little sigh, she let her lips part and he began French kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it.
She began to get hot, despite her anger and her hurt at the way he treated her.
When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, darting into his mouth.
His hand began to massage her plump tit, revolving slowly. Her nipple rose up against his caressing palm and he rolled it in his fingers.
"Oh, Jack," she sighed. "I do love you. I wish you wouldn't be so mean to me."
"Mean? Why, I'm good to you," he said.
He drew back and stared at her, his lips twisted in a crooked smile. She could tell that he was going to say something cruel to her again-it was that sort of smile.
He said, "How many guys would kiss you?"
"What?" she asked, not understanding. "It's not every guy that will kiss a cocksucker!"
"Oh, you bastard! Anyhow, I never ever sucked a cock, not a single one."
"Maybe so. But you're gonna tonight. So you better get all the kissing done that you want, because there ain't no way I'm gonna kiss a bitch after she's had a mouthful of prick and jism!"
Bonny decided that there was no way that she was going to blow him that night, if she ever did. There was a limit to how much she would take from the cruel bastard.
He was leering wickedly at her.
"Plenty of jism, too," he said. "Cause I'm gonna be thinking about Gloria, so I'll probably come a bucketful-and you're gonna drink every slimy drop!"
"I won't!" she wailed.
"Don't give me that-you're drooling for some prick, baby. Your mouth is watering for it."
Bonny shook her head. In fact, she had lost interest in his cock by this time and was feeling more indignant and angry than hot and horny.
"C'mon-take it out," he urged.
"I won't!"
He glared at her. Then he shrugged and reached down to open his own fly. Bonny gazed down at his crotch despite herself, for his big prick fascinated her. He drew the zipper down, unbuckled his belt and flattened the front of his jeans out in an open wedge. He was wearing white cotton briefs and they bulged and throbbed with the hard-on they contained. He pulled the elastic waistband out and down, tucking it under his balls, so that his whole big cock was bared.
Bonny caught her breath.
"Oooooh," she whimpered.
"Don't that look yummy?" he said.
"Y-yes. But I won't. Not after the way you've been talking to me."
"Aw, I was just kidding," he said.
He decided that the pleasure of getting some head from the girl was worth the effort of being pleasant to her-at least until he'd come.
"Really?" she asked, wanting to believe him.
"Sure, baby. You know I love you."
"Well... if you promise you won't be so cruel to me anymore-and if you promise you won't be thinking about that horrid Mrs. Campbell while I-do it."
"Naw, I was just teasing you about her," he lied. "Just to make you jealous." Bonny smiled.
He could be sweet when he wanted to, she thought, rationalizing because, in fact, she was really quite eager to take that big cock into her mouth.
"Gimme a kiss," he said.
They kissed passionately.
Bonny dropped her hand onto his prick and began to massage it lovingly.
Jack rolled her tee shirt up above her tits.
He began to feel her up while she rubbed and stroked his cock. They kissed again. Bonny was starting to vibrate with eager passion and Jack's cock was throbbing as she stroked it up and down.
He fumbled her shorts open and slipped his hand inside, rubbing her snatch just to make sure that she stayed plenty hot and ready for anything.
"Shall I-now?" she asked, wide eyed, her gaze darting up and down between his face and his prick.
Jack pushed his hips up, thrusting his prick towards her invitingly.
She leaned over him and planted a kiss on the tip of his prick. She had done that before.
It wasn't like really licking or tonguing a cock. Then she leaned back slightly as she looked at his swollen shaft and thrilled to the expectation of the big mouthful.
Jack was rumbling wordless directives and pushing his hips up towards her face. He put his hand behind her head, as if to push her down on his cock, but then just held it there, willing to let the girl approach her first blow-job as she chose. His other hand continued to play with her pussy.
She folded her hand around his stalk and moved it like a gear shift, pulling the head down towards her tits. She touched his cockhead against her nipples. She moved the hot knob over her smooth tits and dipped it into her cleavage. Her tongue slid back and forth across her lower lip. She was breathing heavily, panting down onto his cock.
Then she lowered her face to his cockhead again and this time her tongue came out and lapped tentatively at the big, swollen slab. She paused, a wondering look on her face, as she experienced the tingling flavor on her taste buds. Then she gave a happy sigh when she discovered that a prick tasted every bit as good as it looked.
She began to lave the big head thoroughly, her nimble pink tongue flowing over the purple crown.
Jack moaned.
His hand stiffened behind her head, fingers splayed out. His legs extended as he arched his back and his heels began to drum on the firewall.
Although the lad would have rather died than admit it, he had never had a proper blow job before. He had fucked several girls but, coax and urge as he might, none of them had been willing to suck him off. One girl had given his knob a short slurping, but had stopped long before he was ready to shoot. So, for Jack as well as Bonny, this oral act was going to be a first-and he was looking forward to it.
But no more than Bonny was.
As eager as the lad was to blow his wad in her mouth, she was equally keen to receive that mouthful.
Now that she had started, she began tonguing with ardor and vigor and hearty appetite. She lapped and licked all around the bloated head and flutter-tongued the sensitive ridge where the thick, veined shaft merged into the big crown. She whimpered and sighed and moaned with pleasure, pausing from time to time to lean back and gaze at her handiwork. His cock head was glistening with her saliva.
The cleft gaped open.
"Ooooh!" she squealed.
A thick blob of preliminary spunk oozed from his parted cleft and clung to the tip of his cock for a moment, then began to slide sluggishly down the slope.
Bonny's tongue darted out, flattening against his shaft. Lapping upwards, she gathered that solitary drop of juice onto her tongue.
She let it run over her taste buds and into her cheek. The delicious flavor filled her with delight. When she let it slip down her throat, it seemed to warm her all the way into her belly, like a shot of fine cognac.
Another big, thick blob creamed from his gaping cleft and she lapped that up, too.
It was driving Jack wild.
"Suck on it," he rasped.
Her tongue was wonderful but he was eager to get his cock buried in her mouth.
His hand pushed on the back of her head.
Bonny kissed the tip of his prick again and this time she let her lips part slowly, just as she had when his tongue had been pushing at them. She took the head of his cock into her mouth very slowly.
Her tongue glided around against the underside of his knob and her sweet lips pulled voraciously. She took the whole big slab into her mouth and her lips clamped around his stalk like a tight collar.
She began to suck ravenously.
Only the head was in her mouth, and the fat shaft stuck out like a rivet bolting her lips to his balls. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew down his stalk. She was drooling down his rod, a trickle of saliva running down the seam of his throbbing vein.
Jack began to fuck up into her face.
His cockhead rammed back into her throat.
Bonny gagged and gasped as the fat slab lodged In the entrance to her gullet, cutting off her air. She began to bob her head up and down, her compressed lips sliding far down his stalk, then dragging back up to the knob.
She knew instinctively that that steady rhythm would bring him to climax quickly and, savoring the cock, she was eager to drink the creamy cum.
His cockhead was flowing steadily now, laying a film of jism on her tongue, not shooting yet but trickling out in a steady flow. A little creamy spurt struck the roof of her mouth and rebounded into her cheek. She gurgled with delight and moved her head faster. Her tongue was gliding and squirming around as she slurped down and pulled up, laving the underside of his cockhead and stalk as it fucked back into her throat. The steady flow from his cockhead had filled her mouth with spunk already, even though his orgasm was yet to come. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if she wanted to pump his cum out under pressure. Her other hand folded around his shaft and she began to frig him up and down, adding manual stimulation to that of her tongue and lips and cheeks, to hasten the climax.
Her lips pushed down, meeting her fist as it pulled up. Then her hand pumped down, causing his cockhead to flare mightily as her lips dragged up the stalk.
Jack was frantic with lust.
Staring down, he watched his fat cock push into her mouth. The sight was as thrilling as the feeling itself. Her lips peeled back as her head rose and cum and saliva dribbled down his rod, then her head went down and she slurped those juices back into her mouth. As she got used to cocksucking, she was going down farther and farther, until she was taking almost all of his long prick into her head and her hand was frigging only through a short distance at the very root.
Her pleasure was evident on her face as she sucked away. She was concentrating totally, her eyes crossing inwards as she watched his cock vanish into-her mouth.
"Gonna-come!" Jack gasped.
"Unghhh," she said, as his swollen cock head jammed into her gullet.
Then, "Ahhhh... " as she pulled up the stalk.
And with just the head in her mouth, she spoke into it like a microphone. "Oh, yes-come-come for me, darling-come in my mouth, let me drink your hot, thick jism!"
Her words, the sight of her pulling mouth and the thrill of having his cock buried in that hungry mouth combined to send Jack spinning to the crest.
His back arched deeply, as if he had just received an electric shock treatment. Clawing at her cunt with one hand, he pushed her head down with the other, as his loins arched upwards, his whole body curving. He cried out.
Suddenly her mouth was filled to the brim with his heavy load of spunk.
She gasped and gulped it down furiously, to make room for his second spurt.
He hosed her throat with a quicksilver jet.
Bonny squealed with joy and her head flew up and down as she milked his cock and balls and swallowed every drop of his delicious cum.
Jack slumped, drained, feeling as if his loins were hollow, his balls a void, his blood and bones and very life force melted into cum and spent in her mouth.
Bonny continued to slurp on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every precious drop, that his balls were emptied and not a single blob still lurked in his cockhead. She slowly pulled her lips off his knob and, smiling with creamy contentment, used her tongue to lap up a few errant drops that had overflowed and run down onto his balls.
"Oh, I love doing that," she said, happily.
She snuggled against the spent boy, feeling romantic and loving. Jack pushed her away. "You're a cocksucker," he snarled. Bonny stared at him in amazement. "I'll never kiss you again," he growled. "But-but-"
Then that cruel grin mangled his mouth once more.
"And I was thinking about Gloria while you gobbled my slime, you bitch!" said that sweet-tempered young man.