Chapter 5
Wow! Was she really going to do it for him?
His breath hitched in his throat as he squirmed around above her, his cock aching so painfully he was sure it would break off when she touched it.. .
He spread his legs over her face so that his nakedly beardless genitals were poised lewdly just above her mouth, never losing contact with his tongue on her hot pussy, and always remembering just what Terri had told him about licking that little button at the top.
Mrs. Henderson was writhing beneath his slaving mouth and tongue in her cunt, and he felt her soft, warm fingers curling around his throbbing cock flesh, tugging it gently downward away from his belly, her other hand moving up to hotly caress his walnut-sized testicles all hard and hot. Desperately, he waited, his tongue lashing back and forth through the piquant heat of her curl-lined cuntal slit.
Jean grasped his wiener-warm cock in her hand possessively, in a way she never had with Ralph, and held it close to her face inspecting it. Just the perverted thought of stooping to such intimate lewdness had always bothered Jean.. . but his white arrow of innocent male flesh just wasn't the same. It belonged to a sweet young child, not to a domineering grown man who wouldn't express pleasure at his wife's ministrations if his life depended on it. There was a difference, she decided, and by gosh she was going to enjoy it! Minutely, she examined the pole of flesh, measuring and fondling, guessing its blood-pounding length from the tip of his scarlet head to its puffy, hairless base. And his young balls cupped in the palm of her hand were like a warm sponge. Nothing here that could hurt or demean her-only give her pleasure.
Fascinated, Jean drew the sheath of white foreskin back to nakedly expose his penis' glans, the tiny split at its tip oozing wetly with his excitement. Oh God . . . could a boy this young really do it? If she only dared.. . Again, she curled her hand around its hot pulsing hardness, the heat from it searing along her arm to the tips of her still-clothed breasts as she began to stroke in flustered desire. She lovingly squeezed his soft, velvet-like testicles and traced her forefinger at the same time back through the smooth crevice between his hard-tensed young buttocks to the hole of his anus to tenderly finger and caress it. She sensed him jerk convulsively to the erotic touch, a little moan escaping his mouth pressed against the seething, steaming hole of her cunt.
She felt Gordy's boy mouth glued to the clasping opening of her cunt, his tongue lashing and swirling up into it like it was a dripping ice cream cone. It was such a natural act of affection he was giving her, such an innocent, precious gift. Ohhh . . . she wanted to . . . yess, but could she . . . what would it taste like?
She saw it for the first time-the tiny pearlish drop of moisture beading at the baby-like split at the tip of the eleven-year-old's blood-filled cock head! Her mouth suddenly went dry, then watered, the very sight of the captivating little bubble of white cum setting off a series of spasms ricocheting around in her empty belly.
She was . . . getting ready to cum. . . !
Frantically, the woman began to kiss the underside of Gordy's hot young sausage, smoothing her soft moist lips along its hot, rubbery length down to the his semen-swollen balls, the urge to suck them into her mouth almost maddening . . . but she didn't! Instead, she worked her lips back up to its hard tip and, stabbing out her pink tongue, licked at the tiny split, the drop of milky pre-cum spreading pungently over her taste buds. It was nectar from the Gods!
With a sudden mindlessness, Jean raised her head to plunge his boy-hardness into her mouth, locking her lusty wet lips in an ovaled pressure just behind the smooth coronal rim of its rubbery head. She moaned with the intensity of her rising orgasm as she sucked and lashed her tongue frenziedly over the spongy member, holding it with her mouth as she reached down between her thighs to grasp his head and pull his mouth tighter to her frothing cunt, now on the verge of exploding into a million shards of female flesh.
Damn . . . she was sucking it at last!
Gordy could tell something was going to happen to this woman's body the way she was quivering and jerking beneath him, pulling his face tight up into her open cunt until his mouth was flooding with her juices that drib bled down his chin. If only she'd sucked him before, he was sure he could cum! Hr fastened his lips right around the hard bud of her oily clitoris and hung there like a boulder balancing on a rocky precipice, pulling and licking at it mercilessly while the humming feel of her groans around his burning cock made him want to screech with delight. His cock ached, it hurt, but it felt wonderful. In his mind it was as though he were struggling to climb a mountain top and if he made it, the hurt in his guts would cease . . . but he couldn't quite make it over the last boulder. at
From her perch, young Tend .Henderson watched the debasement of Jean Henderson with ripe delight. Her pleasure was two-fold: She had caught the high and mighty Jean in a licentious act that could put the woman behind bars, and she was getting a hellish thrill from finger-fucking herself while she smoked a joint. She loved to fantasize sexual odysseys and smoke a joint at the same time. Her face flushed as she sensed it beginning . . . rising . . . rising . . . making her finger tips turn numb and her polished toes tingle. She hung for a moment teetering on the brink of release, her whole sensuous young body vibrating . . . and then the hot stickiness flooded her hand warmly and ran in dribbled down her soft, trembling, inner thighs.
In the other room, Jean heard Gordy's pleading whisper, felt it in the raging hot core of her loins, but ignoring it, she held the boy's head fast, grinding her spasming cunt with lechery up against his helpless mouth and face! A Fourth of July shower of fireworks swept over her and she thought she might truly go crazy from the hot thrill of it all!
"Don't let your tongue stop!" she groaned. "Don't stop . . . I'm cumming!" She clutched so frantically at his bobbing sandy head while blindly writhing her hips and buttocks while she sucked and nibbled at his incapable cock that Gordy believed she had snapped. When his withering tube fell loosely from her lips, she finally conceded to let go of his head and realized he was trying to crawl off her.
She sat upright on the bench and drew Gordy to her and hugged him tenderly, kissing his young face which was glistening with cuntal secretions, her tongue tasting the flavor of her own womanhood.
"Oh God . . . that was beautiful!" she moaned, kissing and nibbling at his cunt-moistened lips. "But you didn't cum . . . Have you ever . . . with Terri? Now tell me the truth!" She turned suddenly stern.
"No, really, Mrs. Henderson. I guess I'm too young or something. . . " He sounded sorrowful.
"No . . . I'm sure that's not it," said Jean, suddenly feeling downcast for having failed at returning the boy's gift.
Then she fell silent. What could there possibly be to say-except to her priest?
Terri was still trembling from the effects of her orgasm when she strode back to the counter of the sporting goods store where the greasy-haired and mustached Tod Baker sat grinning behind the counter near the cash register. Terri, her rosebud lips pursing up to a strained smile, brushed her long, chestnut hair back from her flushed cheeks, the eighteen year old's proximity to the cash register giving her an uneasy feeling. She wondered if she could have heard it ring in the backroom had he opened it. Probably not . . . under the circumstances she would hardly have noticed an earthquake.
"What did you do? Plant the pots seeds?" he chided, his closely set, emotionless gray eyes raking over the curvy girl from flushed cheeks to the polished pink toes sticking out of her fashionable slide shoes that added another three inches to her luscious, leggy frame. He tugged at one corner of his drooping mustache and got to his feet, coming to meet her on the opposite side of the corner. "That was quite a trip. What's so fascinating in there? . . . except for the obvious."
Catching the sexual implication of his words, Terri's smile broadened into a toothy smirk. "What makes you think that's so fascinating?" she grinned salaciously, walking up close to him and plastering her body close to his until the firm tips of her full rounded breasts were brushing his muscular chest through the T-shirt he wore.
"I can see your nipples sticking out of your T-shirt, that's why," he leered, his thin lips stretched in a sly, smirk that had intrigued her from the first moment she'd seen him chomping down a burger at the local MacDonald's. She felt his strong hands squeezing on her upper arms, warmly drawing her closer against him until she could feel the swelling mounds of her braless breasts flattening against the hardness of his chest. But she was hardly sensuously aroused, following so soon after the mind-fucking climax she had only minutes before experienced, but then his big hands were smoothing down her goose-bumped spine to boldly cup the ovaled half moons of her denim clad buttocks, pressing her belly and loins snugly to his, and her lackadaisical sensuality suddenly did an about face. Whew! What this guy did to her!
God, she'd been waiting for three days for this! The unwashed smell of his greasy hair and unwashed armpits stung her nostrils, but not offensively as the same qualities might have on any other guy. Instead, it gave him a wild, masculine, animal smell . . . like the feel of his rising cock pressuring against the soft bowl of her belly.
Then she felt the tickle of hair as he bent down and kissed her, his fuckgy mustache tickling her chin as he opened his mouth and spurted his tongue into hers to be teased and sucked. She complied, slinking her lithe arms upward around his scraggly neck and clinging possessively, grinding her pelvic mound against the hardness of his hip bone, at the same time tasting the sweet flavor of recently smoked marijuana.
Abruptly then, she broke away when his hand insinuated itself in the waistband of her Levi's and fingers started working at the snap and zipper pull. She pushed him away with her hands. "Not here, lover. You tryin' to get me hung?"
"Baby," his voice was low and husky. "You got my neck in a noose already . . . and you know it, too, you little cunt.. . you delicious little cunt." He tried again to move in on her, but she held him a bay with both hands pressuring against his chest and a warm, cheese-cake smile.
"Let's not get stupid, huh?" Terri whispered in a promising tone. "My dear sister-in-law's due to pop through the door any second, and if she saw us kissing I would be grounded for a week," she said sourly. For a moment she nearly blurted her discovery to him . . . but checked herself.
"Jesus, you're a sexy little bitch!" he whispered lustfully. "I gotta make it with you soon or my guts are gonna burst!"
"Hold on, lover . . . maybe I can sneak out tonight," teased Terri, an entourage of sensual thrills revitalizing her desire. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder what affect her morning's escapades would have on her chances of getting out from under Jean's nose. Even though she had Jean over a barrel, she wasn't quite ready to confront her brother's wife with it just to get her own way.. . or was she? Yes, Jean's episode with Gordy Jackson was rife with merit, even though she, Terri, was implicated in the guilt. But hell, she wasn't a married woman or a respected member of the community-except for a few fans down at MacDonald's.
"Tonight . . . promise?" Tod enthused, letting his hand slip up under the pulled loose jersey over her rib cage and finally cupping her naked breast. "I've got a hunk of Moroccan hash that will blow your mind-if my cock doesn't!"
Terri's breathing went ragged beneath the erotic heat of his big clutching hand cupping her naked breast. She felt her tiny, hardened nipple trapped between a pair of very experienced fingers, caressing, tweaking, the wild erogenous sensations stabbing downward through her body toward the growing, seething, frothing fever in her cunt.
"Oh, stop it! You're driving me crazy!" the sexy teenager gasped, reluctantly forcing his hand down from beneath her T-shirt, then backing away, just out of reach.
He glowered at her sourly. "No dice now . . . no dice tonight. . . " he turned to walk away.
"Hey, where you splitting for?" she snapped after him, her body still tingling from his touch.
"Forget it.. . you're too hung up over your sister-in-law finding you playing kissy face."
Terri's mind flashed desperately. She couldn't let this one get away-not after the little appetizer he'd just fed her.
"Listen, baby, I got a surprise for you," she said, winking.
"Yeah? If it's weed, forget it, I got plenty."
"Better than weed, baby.. . "
"Coke?" His eyes lit up.
"Nope, dummy . . . it's flesh and blood and it isn't mine." Wicked ideas were fomenting in the teenager's brain. "I want you to fuck my sister-in-law and do me a favor."
"What?" Incredulity gave way to a crooked grin. "That blondie that runs around here with her tits hanging out? Tell me more!"
Sashaying towards him, keeping her peripheral vision leveled on the backroom exit, Terri slinked her arms around the dishevelled teenager's waist and kissed him on the cheek. "Tell you about it later, lover, and keep it hard for me!"