Chapter 3
The trip to Pittsburgh was a successful one. Rita found a doctor and obtained a prescription for the pills. She located a shop that sold erotic gadgets and books. A leering clerk sold her a vibrator shaped in the replica of a prick. Other purchases included a standard hand vibrator and several sex books, fiction and non-fiction.
She found the few hours away from the store helped to relax her. There was no pressure from worries about the business. The unhurried hours helped her to think about the situation with Karl and her own sex life. Rita found she gained new perspectives. That was important to her mental well-being. This was a rare moment for her, getting away from the store and her mother.
Rita couldn't remember the last time she had occasion to indulge herself this way. There was even time for a leisurely Chinese meal. She began to discover how to live again!
She returned to Thaxton a few minutes before seven-thirty. Bud Ross had a worried look on his face when she entered the store. His face brightened at the sight of her.
"You sure had me worried, Miss Miller. I didn't know whether you'd be back on time. I don't have the keys to close up!" he said.
Rita smiled back at him. "I'm glad to see someone else worrying besides me. How was business tonight?"
"Quiet like most weekday nights. I did one clipping job and Mrs. Travis brought in her french poodle for us to board for three days," he answered. "Guess we'll close up soon, huh?"
She nodded. "You can go home, Bud. Thanks for taking care of things while I was away."
After he left, Rita checked around the store. Checked the two dogs boarded with her and closed the store. She went home with her purchases, hiding the two vibrators in a dresser drawer.
Most nights, Rita watched T.V. with her mother. She pleaded an excuse of some special work and retired to her room. Opening one of the books, Rita became engrossed in its contents. A strange thing occurred as she read the book. The walls of her cunt started to sweat. Rita found herself erotically aroused.
The phenomenon surprised her. Not that she thought herself capable of experiencing such emotions! Rita didn't expect the reading of salacious material could arouse her in such a way.
She started to fantasize. Visions of different men having sex with her filled her mind. The men were faceless individuals, mere blurs. One face came into sharp focus. It was Bud Ross! Rita gasped, startled by this erotic revelation. This whole situation was getting crazy again!
It was preposterous! Consorting with a boy nine years her junior! She shook her head trying to shake the wild thought from her mind. The more she tried, the more the idea remained. Rita put the book away. Reading it aroused purient thoughts and incited her passion.
Her attempt to sleep was a fitful troubled one. She fell asleep after an hour of tossing and turning. When she awoke in the morning, the persistent thought was still with her. Have an affair with Bud!
There were a number of negative factors. Aside from the personal ones involving Bud and herself, the store was hardly conducive to a seduction. For a rape, yes! But it didn't have the right atmosphere for a love affair.
Rita dismissed the thought of inviting Bud to her house. Her mother offered no problem but the idea of bringing him to the house disturbed her.
She didn't want to drive to a motel. That lent sordidness to the affair! Going to his house was an obvious no-no! The choice of assignation came full cycle. Rita was left with the store!
In reconsidering the selection of the store to seduce Bud, Rita decided it wasn't bad. All that was needed was some comfort, like a bed or couch!
She rejected the acquisition of a bed or Couch. Having it delivered to the store would invite speculation. The kind of speculation that destroyed reputations.
Her face lit up with the solution. Purchasing an air mattress was innocent enough. It could be used on a camping trip or in the home for extra guests. It could also be inflated and used in the back room of her store. The air mattress was not a bed but it was just as comfortable. Rita stopped in at a sporting goods store on her way to work. That resolved one problem!
All day long, Rita checked her watch with anxious glances. The nervous wait made her fidgety. During her college years, Rita smoked. She gave it up when her father died. The anticipation of seducing Bud caused her to buy a package of cigarettes.
She had no idea of how to approach the youth. This entire idea was crazy! What if he turned her down or laughed at her. What would her next step be? Should she fire him or would he quit? Rita was ready to drop the whole project. But the appearance of Bud added to her determination to try and seduce him.
She returned his cheerful greeting. He began his chores by sweeping the store. Rita occupied herself with coveted glances at his crotch. Speculation about the size of his cock, the taste, the sight filled her thoughts. She wondered whether he was a virgin or an accomplished cocksman! The longer she stared at his crotch, the more eager she became to By seven, Rita decided to close early. There was little business for the evening. She doubted whether there would be any more customers.
She lit up a cigarette and gave a nervous cough. "Bud! Are you in a hurry to go home tonight?"
Rita felt the blood throbbing in her temple. She pressed her fingers into the veins of her head.
"Naw! I'm in no hurry!" he looked at her. "Are you all right, Miss Miller?" Concern etched his query.
Her mouth was dry from the incessant smoking. It felt stuffed with cotton. She also attributed the dryness to the sensual arousal that flowed through her blood. Her cunt started to itch. Rita was ready to leap at him and tear his clothes off. The taste of his cock was so close!
A sudden thought came to her. She was spared the embarrassment of making sexual overtures. Subterfuge was her helpmate!
"No! I'm not feeling well!" she lied.
A worried look crowded his face. "Gee, you want me to drive you home or call a doctor?"
"No, thanks just the same! It will pass! I need to rest a little," she answered. "Shut the store lights off and lock the door. Help me into the back and let me lie down for awhile. Will you stay with me until this passes?"
"Sure, sure!" he replied. "Have you ever had this before?"
"Oh, yes!" Rita became very dramatic, pretending illness. "It goes away after awhile but I need to rest for about half an hour. You're sure this won't foul up your plans?"
"Don't worry, Miss Miller. I'll call up home and tell them I'll be a little late getting home," he offered.
"Do me a favor, Bud! When you call home, don't mention my illness. Just make up some excuse!" she suggested.
He nodded and helped her into the back room. Bud was surprised at the presence of an air mattress. Rita stretched out on the mattress. She pretended a groan of suffering.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Bud asked in an uneasy voice.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad!" she assured him. "Do me a favor! Be a good fellow and rub my stomach!"
The back room light was off. Rita didn't want to attract any attention from the outside. Having a light on in the back room with the front of the store darkened might invite investigation.
She heard him moving in the darkness towards her. He knelt on the mattress. Rita felt him shifting close to her.
"Where should I massage you?" he asked, his voice was husky and trembled a little.
"Here's my hand!" she offered. "Take it and I'll guide you to the spot!"
The excitement grew inside of her. Her pulse and respiration increased. Moisture was seeping from her cuntal walls. She sensed the excitement in Bud, betrayed by his voice. Her body trembled as the infectious turbulence gripped her. Rita concentrated on restraint. Everything was working out right. Hurrying the act might destroy the effect.
Rita had raised her dress and lowered her pantyhose. Bud was unaware of this condition. Vision was zero in the dark.
His hand was guided to her bare stomach. She placed it on her lower abdomen. Rita held onto his hand as he started to jerk his hand away in startled surprise.
"You're ... you're naked!" he exclaimed.
"No, no! "she crooned in a low soothing voice. "All I did was expose my stomach so you can massage it better. Honest! I'm not naked!" she assured him. "Besides, even if I was, you can't see me!"
Her hand still held his. She moved it back and forth over her stomach. His palm was warm and moist as it swept over her flesh in gentle caresses. Rita released her hold as he continued to rub her stomach.
A soft groan rolled from her lips.
"Are you all right, Miss Miller?" Bud questioned her in anxious concern.
"Yes ... yes!" she gasped. "Keep rubbing. Oooo! That feels good! You don't know how much your massage is helping! Just move your hand a little lower!"
His hand shifted and brushed across her pubic bush. He drew his hand away in a quick jerk. "Sorry!" he apologized in a hoarse whisper.
"There's nothing wrong!" Rita assured him in anxious response. "Don't stop! You didn't do anything wrong!"
She reached out in the dark to catch his hand. In her wild groping, her hand brushed his crotch. An electric current surged through her arm and illuminated her snatch. The heat permeated her cunt.
Her light contact apprised her of a hard bulge between his legs. Rita couldn't restrain herself. She clutched at his cock in a gentle grip. She reached out for him with her other hand to draw her to him.
"Oh, Bud! I need you!" she moaned. "Please, please don't be frightened. Let me feel your cock! Do anything you want to me! Just let me feel your wonderful body!"
Her searching arm found him and she pulled him to her. He was caught off balance. He fell across her body. A low groan of rapture rolled from her throat. She released her hold on his crotch and sought to bring his face to hers.
Rita found his mouth and pressed her hungry lips to his. Bud responded to her kisses. His hand slipped into the vee of her hairy crotch. A soft hiss escaped her lips as a thrilling lance of excitement stabbed the length of her spine. Eager fingers explored the erotic mysteries of her twat. She loved the erogenous tactile contact.
Bud's tongue snaked its way into her waiting mouth. Rita treated his oral emissary to rapacious sucks. Their tongues entwined in a lingual embrace and moved in an oral dance.
Her trembling hands searched for the fly on his pants. Opening the zipper, she inserted her hand past the gap in his pants. She felt the heavy bulge confined by the cotton jockey shorts. A tremor swept through Rita as she fumbled to free his hard-on.
Her fingers closed over the freed hot vibrant flesh. She made a tactile search, examining the full hardness of his lovely prick.
"Oh, oh!" she moaned through their welded lips.
Bud's clumsy fingers loosened her bra, freeing the large rounded tits. He fastened his lips to the tip and sucked on the stiffening nipple.
"Ahherrr!" Rita groaned in ecstatic approval. "Oh, that's good! Oh, Bud!" she moaned. "Fuck me, suck me! Do anything you want to me! I love it, I love it!"
Her tit was charged with electricity. Tantilizing current flowed into her oozing snatch. She felt the voluptuous erogenous pulsations filtering into every pore.
He released his oral hold on her tit. His body shifted along her frame. She held her breath in anticipation of his intentions. Rita didn't have time to remove her pantyhose completely. There was enough space for him to work on her without interference.
Rita shuddered in ecstatic rapture when his lips touched her damp twat. His tongue dipped into the moist fields of reddish-pink flesh. She arched her back, pressing her crotch closer to his probing tongue. He slipped his hand underneath her ass and fondled the fleshy buttocks.
An exploring finger moved into her puckered hole. Bud started a slow frig of her ass.
"Mmmmmml" she murmured in rapturous bliss. "Ooooo!" she cooed, "That's lovely! Oh, you suck so good, Bud! More, more! I love it, I love it!"
His teasing tongue continued to lave the fleshy crease in her crotch. She felt his nose nuzzling her clitoris.
"Eat my clitty!" she urged him in a hoarse whimper.
He switched from her hairy vulva to the node of her clitoris. She felt a throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive by his lips and tongue. His tantilizing oral efforts evoked voluptuous shivers in her. The exciting ripples rolled down her spine and emptied into her cunt.
It was perversely thrilling! The vibrator Karl used on her had induced exquisite moments but never like this! This piquancy was a natural one brought on without the use of artificial means.
His lips pursued in snug grip over her clitoris, stretching it. He drew it taut like a fiddle string. Bud's tongue strummed across the venereal papule in quick strokes. She felt the sensual vibrations throbbing in the small sensitive turgid flesh.
Rita's breathing became labored. Her tits shook as her chest heaved in and out in passionate response. She fumbled in the dark to find his head, pressing it deeper to her snatch.
There was a desperate urgency in her whispered plea. "Oh, suck me good! More, more! Oh, that's good! I love it, I love it! Just a little bit more! I'm going to come! Keep sucking! Just . ... a....more! I'm going to come! Keep sucking! Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!"
She bounced her ass on the air mattress. Her hips wriggled in violent agitation. She was trying to shake loose the tenacious orgasm gripping her sex organs.
With a frenzied thrust, she shook loose the incendiary climactic explosion. It burst into flames, filling her cunt with a rapturous conflagration.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Her excited announcement was a triumphant squeal. "Drink my lovely come juice! Oh, Oh! I'm shooting like crazy! All that come is pouring out of me!" her body trembled in ere tic ecstasy.
Bud's mouth shifted to her spigot-less faucet. His tongue probed as deep as it could to drain out her cuntal ambrosia. His oral efforts provoked new tremors of lascivious joy.
Rita cried out in ecstatic abandon. "I can't stop coming! It's still coming. I ... never ... came ... like ... this ... before!" Her confession was punctuated by the violent convulsions as she pumped her pelvis in frantic thrusts.
Bud continued to frig her ass in short rapid strokes. She made one final heave, pressing his face closer to her gushing twat. An anguished roar of ecstatic approval tore from his throat. "AHHRRRGRRrrrrl"
It was as explosive as the violent thrust of her body. The sound diminished as her shaking frame sank back, spent from the erotic drain on her nervous system.
Rita exhaled a low satisfied moan. "Oh, that was beautiful! No one has ever thrilled me like that! Ohhh!" the exclamation quivered in her throat. "You must let me do something for you."
Her hand moved about in the dark trying to locate his prick. She found it and curled her eager fingers about it. It was still hard. Rita moved her hand along the shaft in lambent strokes.
"No, no!" his voice was an urgent protest. "Stop playing! Ohhh!" a disappointed groan rose from his lips.
His prick spasmed in her hand. She understood his disappointment at the premature ejaculation. Rita sympathized with him at the sudden orgasm.
"I'm sorry, Bud!" she apologized. "It was my fault! I was so anxious to have your lovely cock!
Let me make it up to you! Move closer to me!"
The mattress wobbled as Bud moved closer. She searched for his cock and found it. His hard-on was gone replaced by a soft mass of flesh. A residue of his come covered the cockhead. Rita rubbed it into her palm, enjoying the feel of the sticky fluid.
In spite of her limited and repugnant experience sucking a cock, Rita was determined to satisfy her young lover. Her lips parted to accept the flaccid flesh. She captured his balls in a palm and fondled the twin agates.
The dormant cock stretched and grew hard in her oral grip. His prick was healthy again. She removed the bony shaft from her mouth. Sliding her tongue along the underside of the rigid shaft, she reached his balls.
Her tongue rolled over the wrinkled fleshy sac. The oral contact evoked a new licentious feeling for her. She lavished moist affection on his nuts. His balls were bathed in a gentle wash of her saliva. Rita thrilled at this experience. She was sucking off a man of her own free will and loving every moment of it.
Rita sheathed her teeth with her lips. She nibbled on his balls with soft nips. Bud uttered a low moan of ecstatic approval.
Her tongue swept upward back to the corona of his shaft. She absorbed his cock again, tantilizing it with her moist velvety tongue. Her lips rubbed back and forth over his prick, teasing the flesh in an oral fuck. Rita kept her tongue brushing over his vibrant penile flesh.
"Mmmmm!" he murmured. "That's good! I like the way you suck cock!" he told her.
Rita smiled to herself. She attributed his praise to inexperience. Her oral technique was still primitive but she enjoyed his remarks.
The compressed lips continued to tease Bud's prick. He picked up the rhythm of her oral beat. His hips rocked in coital movements. Rita's fingers still fondled his balls in gentle caresses.
Bud undulated his pelvis with faster strokes. Rita reciprocated with faster licks on his dick. She caught the base of his shaft to keep it from having her throat impaled. His balls seemed to jump for a brief second.
"I'm gonna come!" he announced as he fucked her mouth in frenzied thrusts. "Ahhrggrr!" The groan was an anguished gurgle.
She detected the strong contractions followed by the forceful expulcions of globs of come. Rita took a quick deep breath just before he shot his load. Breathing through her nose, she captured the thick emissions of his come in her mouth. She had read about this little trick of breathing in one of the books. It made it easier for her.
There was no gagging or choking! Just a simple method of breathing and she was able to ingest the viscous fluid.
Rita compressed her lips and milked out the vestiges of his jism. Her mouth moved upwards towards the cockhead. A large final drop oozed out of the peehole. She flicked her tongue across it, licking it up. She was surprised at the absence of any difficulty in swallowing Bud's come.
This licentious liaison filled her with a strange exhilaration. Sex had a new meaning to her.
Not since her love affair during her college days did Rita enjoy such rapture. Karl's carnal attacks left her cold. This encounter with Bud stimulated her. Rita had a desire to pursue the matter further.
She doubted the propriety of consorting with her young employee. Rita didn't care! As long as he continued to service her needs, she was happy.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Bud said. He got up and stumbled in the dark. She heard him switch on the light. The sound of water pissing into the bowl came to her.
"What time is it?" she asked.
The bowl flushed. He stood out-lined in the doorway for a brief moment before the light went out. "It's a quarter after eight!" he replied.
"Do you have time for some more games?" she asked, her voice caught in a quiver. i "Do ... do you want me to ... to fuck you?" his voice was hesitant, husky.
"I would love it!" she answered.
There was a rustle as she removed her clothing. She heard Bud taking off his clothes. Shifting around, Rita felt the cool rubber of the mattress against her skin. The sensation was only a brief one. She expected her body to be burning with the fever of lust in a short while.