Chapter 4
Maybe it was stupid asking Tod to watch the store while she ran back to the bathroom to smoke the remains of the joint he'd given her, but Terri had to know if that little brat Gordy was ratting on her. That Tod could be trusted in front of an open till was a stupid supposition . . . but she wanted to get loaded.
Her soft buttocks rippled beneath the skinny pair of cigarette slim jeans she wore and a wolf whistle from behind her made her turn her head to toss her wild, chestnut hair flirtatiously. Exaggerating her slink, she disappeared into the backroom and entered the small employees bathroom next to the sauna. The sound of voices stopped her in mid-step; voices coming from the sauna.
Damn it, that little creep was spilling his guts, all right.
Curiously, Terri pulled over a box and climbed atop it, kneeling on her knees with her buttocks sticking out in the air, nose pressed to the glass window of the sauna.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, an impish smile breaking out over her angelic face. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she eyed Gordy tugging down Jean's wispy panties and standing right there with his naked little sausage sticking straight out as if it had come straight from the freezer. The kid was built for his age and size, but that was hardly important now, anymore than what the creep might have told big brother's wife. Oh, how she wished Ralphie boy could see his puritanical, uptight wife now.
"Gosh, this bench is awfully hard, Mrs. Henderson," Gordy's excited young voice came up to Jean as she stood there trembling the feel of his youthful hands actually rolling her bikini panties down over the curve of her hips and thighs while she hugged him tightly against her anxiously heaving breasts making her wildly stimulated brain reel. Why hadn't Ralph bothered to treat her this way? With him it was a grunted directive to strip naked . . . no fanfare, no ceremony.
"I know, Gordy . . . but we'll have to make do," she hissed, kissing him once more first and then feeling the hot tip of his young penis brushing between her lower thighs. The subtlety of the boy's movements, of his innocent expressions truly moved the coach's wife. Lord, she was about to do it with a young boy, but she couldn't contain the salacious feelings boiling in her body now if her life depended on it. Easing him down onto the bench in the sauna room, the trembling blonde coach's wife crawled forward and lay down on her back, her legs only slightly spread, the upper portion of her full white thighs still covered by the hem of her T-shirt.
"I want you to show me exactly what you did to Terri," she heard herself say.
Gordy pinched himself to see if he was indeed awake. God, Mrs. Henderson was one hell of a beautiful woman; all the guys on the team used to fantasize what it would be like being in bed with her and often, after a day's practice, they would sneak into the back yard of the Henderson's neighbors and peek over the fence to see her bikini clad loveliness soaking up the sun's rays. Now here he was about to sample some of that beauty. He looked down at her laying there, just waiting for him to play with her pussy! Oh, man his cock was going to break right off it was hurting so badly! He climbed onto the bench and knelt between her ankles, looking up at her pretty open-mouthed face watching him.
"You gotta spread your legs wider so I can get up closer," he instructed.
Jean could see that he was trembling as she spread her thighs wide open to him, knowing that he could see the hair-sprinkled mound of her pussy now, just as she could see his rigid young sausage-sized cock jutting out nakedly from his hairless loins. There was something almost ritualistic and Freudian about this experience that shut out the impending sense of guilt that would surely follow. She caught the gleam of joyous excitement in his dark eyes as they gaped down at the intimacy between her parted legs, the sight of his youthful lust feeding her own lecherous hunger even more, and obscenely she spread her thighs wider, lifting her buttocks from the bench and reaching down to pull up her T-shirt hem.
"You'll have to get down on your belly so you can see what I've got down there," cooed Jean, feeling a sense of power with this boy-child she had never experienced with her husband Ralph. "See it, baby? Is it as nice as Terri's?"
Gordy was voiceless. His flushed, freckled face hovered only a few inches above the soft blonde pubic curls fringing her beautiful cunt . . . pretty coach Henderson's wife's cunt! Terri's pussy had been the first to meet his eye, hers being very tight and without the ragged looking lips that Mrs. Henderson had. He guessed it was a matter of maturity.
"Well. . . ? Am I as pretty as Terri?" Jean pressed, her head raised so that she could watch the boy's every movement.
He licked his lips. "Nice . . . yah, real nice," he exclaimed, marveling at the narrow pink slit that started at the bottom of her white belly and trailed down between her widespread thighs through to the smooth untanned globes of her buttocks . . . and the tiny pink anus was there too. It amazed him that he as a baby had managed to squeeze out of a hole as tiny as Mrs. Henderson's vagina.
"Don't be afraid, Gordy," Jean insisted, unable to wait any longer. "Spread it open with your fingers so that you can see everything."
Whereas Terri had been rather lackadaisical in her approach, Mrs. Henderson was hot and insistent. Maybe it was because Terri had been smoking that strange smelling cigarette while barking out directives to him from there in the weeds. His nostrils flared at the heavy perfumed aroma of her wet pussy was breathing up at him, like a little mouth. He wanted to feel and taste it!
He lay the palms of his small hands on the inner sides of her softly quivering thighs and with his thumbs touching the hair fringed lips of her pussy, he felt her spasm to the contact. Breathlessly, he drew them apart, spreading the silken curls and opening the moistly clinging pink folds before him! Finally, its flushed and glistening layers were flayed open to his greedy eyes. His guts were knotting with a strange longing, and he ground his desire swollen little cock down into the hard wooden bench.
Gordy gaped at the little slit of her pussy hole, and as he stared it seemed to twitch a little, a bit like his Black Mollie fish when she rose to water level to get a gulp of fish food. And above it was a little button of flesh, pink and quivering, the spot that Terri had told him to lick with his tongue.
"Do it for me, Gordy . . . put your finger right up inside that little hole and then do it!" she rasped heatedly, raising her buttocks from the bench and suddenly feeling the delicious shock of his young finger slipping wetly into her tingling cuntal mouth, then upward into the passage of her lust-inflamed vagina!
Gordy lowered his freckle-splattered face, his eyes glued on the sight of his middle finger slipping warm and wetly up inside the moist flesh of her cunt and pursed his mouth to kiss each one of the hair-lined pussy lips the way Terri had made him do it to her. Again the aromatic tang of her incited genitals raced to his young libido! He stabbed out his tongue until it made fiery contact with the moist, velvety cuntal flesh, the smooth warm liquid feel of it sending crazy chills up and down his spine, its spicy taste and smell making his mouth water. Gosh, girls were fun.
"Ohhhh . . . lick it all over for me, and keep your finger way up inside me. Do everything you did for Terri, baby . . . and more!"
Gawking through the window of the sauna, propped up on her hands and knees on the boxes, Terri drank in the obscene little game her sister-in-law was playing with Gordy Jackson. Wow! She wished she had a camera right now to take living proof of Jean laying there with her T-shirt hauled up above her belly, her legs spread crab-like while her husband's prize pitcher slobbered between them. She could see his tongue wiggling and licking at Jean's pussy and she couldn't help but wish it were her own cunt getting that licking.
The fucking bitch, thought Terri vindictively, coming down on me for playing with myself when she's seducing her old man's kid pitcher! Too fucking much! Spite, red hot and sizzling, ran rampant through her brain, centering in the pit of her empty young belly. Unconsciously, the curvy teenager smoothed her hand down over her belly to pressure against the soft, sensitive mound of her own womanhood, gently stroking its flushed lips through the scratchy denim of her Levi's. Even through the thick cotton, she sensed the hot moisture seeping from between them to dampen the thin strip of nylon panties between her full thighs as she watched dumbstruck.
You'll get yours, bitch! You think you can rub my nose in dirt while you play around with little boys-huh' You don't know who you're playing with, girl!
It made her laugh that never in the half-dozen or so times she'd watched her brother and Jean make love had she seen this blonde hypocrite so hot. She's into little boys-I'll be damned! Then, nose smashed to the glass, nostrils steaming up the window, Terri watched as Jean's hands reached down to grab Gordy's head between her legs and Terri heard her begin to moan, her fingers twining in the sandy hair. Jean was pulling his face tight into the open crevice of her pinkly glistening pussy until his nose was buried. Terri abandoned her masturbatory delights for a moment to light the stub roach Tod had given her. She could almost feel Gordy's searing tongue licking her own flesh . . . and then Terri knew he was sucking on Jean's clitoris by the way she trembled all over and her breaths came in ragged, grunting gasps!
Then to spite her sister-in-law, Terri unzipped her Levi's and slipped her own caressing hand down over the soft bowl of her belly while watching Jean's head begin to toss back and forth on the hard bench. She tugged the crotch band of her panties to one side after wiggling the Levi's down over her hips and exposed her blood-swollen cunt lips to the cool air. With one hand she held the moistened strip of her panties to the side while arching her hips forward and eased her middle finger in between the hair-lined folds into the wet heart of her pussy.
That's for you, Jean . . . she thought vindictively. I'm going to fuck myself right in front of you! She started to give her clitoris a few polishing rubs in harmony to the tongue sucking her sister-in-law was getting.
After blissful masturbatory moments, a thought struck Terri. She hadn't realized before what a gorgeous body Jean had. Christ, the way she dressed in sloppy T-shirts and jogging shorts, it was hard to believe there was a fantastic figure beneath it all. Hot damn-she was getting more excited staring at Jean's body than at Gordy's hot little cock.
Jean Henderson had never felt like this-so uninhibited and willing to give of her spirit and body. She moaned passionately, grinding her naked buttocks down into the grainy hardness of the bench as she writhed and squirmed. She offered her seething loins up to his beardless face, pulling him tighter into the hair-framed wet pussy flesh, her tingling vaginal walls sucking around his wild little tongue thrust up inside of her to join his skinny little finger.
Dear God in heaven, the nearly mindless, lust-filled wife whimpered within herself, his baby-like tongue felt so good thrusting and wiggling around up between her widespread thighs. And then it was licking again, up through the sensitive pussy slit to her throbbing clitoris. Blinding rapture sent tremors of lust rippling over the nerve ends of her naked flesh as she felt Gordy's young lips inside her there, circling the tiny erect bud to being a gentle sucking!
"Ohhhh . . . little darling.. . my Gordy . . . yes . . . Jeannie loves you . . . lick and suck it for me . . . ohhhh!" The maternal instincts had transformed into some kind of devilish Freudian lust Jean Henderson hadn't the capacity at the moment to decipher. Nor would she want to. . .
Gordy grabbed her tighter, hearing her encouragements. God, if the guys could hear her now. Terri hadn't even mentioned love, even when she was so hot that she'd almost cried! Man, damn it, if he could only cum, too, but he hadn't matured to that point yet, not that he hadn't tried. He'd heard some of the older guys say that the hurt went out of their gut after they'd shot off, and he couldn't figure out why he couldn't do that yet. But maybe Mrs. Henderson could help him cum.
He raised his innocent blue eyes to lock on the older woman's contorted face, her blonde head still tossing back and forth. Slowly now at a set tempo, her hands caressing and clutching at his hair, the thought occurred to him that she was trying to move his mouth down to the tiny twitching hole where he'd just withdrawn his finger. Damn, he wished she was all naked so he could reach up and feel her soft breasts, play there at the nipples. He'd never touched a girl there before!
There was movement, and he noticed that she had drawn her legs up and was folding them back, then finding his hands to place them behind her knees as if to hold them locked there. That position raised the whole hair-fringed mouth of her cunt up higher and wider to his slavering mouth. Her entire ass was wagging right before his eyes and spread crazy-wide for him. Now he could see the tiny puckered hole of her anus, and there wasn't one hair around it. Now wasn't that interesting!
"D-do it for me, Gordy. Please . . . lick it!" he heard her hissing then saw her gazing down between her jackknifed legs at him with wild eyes. "Please . . . I want you to do something for Jeannie you didn't do for
Terri. . . "
Gordy could only stare at the coach's wife. He had never seen her look the way she did right now, her gorgeous face almost sick looking. And the wild things she was doing and saying! He'd dreamed about sticking his tongue in a girl's asshole, but had never believed it would really happen. This was his testing ground.
Jean's mood was highly spiced with lecherous and sadistic desires which Satan himself playing in the pit of her belly. Nothing she said or did seemed to put him off, so compliant and willing was he . . . so unlike Ralph. She lay back on the bench and waited.
And then she felt it! Yesss! Yes, the fiery wet contact of his tongue-tip with her sensitive little anus, the maddening thrill almost making her scream out in frantic excitement. Uninhibitedly it laved and probed at the secret, puckered opening, setting off spirals of bliss to course through her trembling, needing, boy-loving body. Ralph had never made her feel this sensuous, so in control of her longing. Then, Gordy's stiffened tongue was slithering back up into her vagina again, and she almost welcomed that, at the same time realizing he loved her pussy more.
"Ohhhh . . . if only she had the courage to follow through with it . . . to-
"Oh, my little lamb . . . turn around, darling. Get upside down over me so I can get your thing in my mouth!"