Chapter 7
"Your mouth," she repeated. "You nasty old bastard, what do you mean you'd put your mouth on me?" She still stood with her skirt raised provocatively and-her naked tits standing out proudly on her chest.
"Don't try to play games," he said, his palms moist and his pants growing tighter by the minute. "You've had a man go down on your cunt before. I know damned well a girl with tits on her like you have must have had herself licked from stem to stern."
The idea of a man's mouth on her undies was something new to her. The very thought of it sent goose-bumps down her legs. It was the nastiest thing she had ever heard of ... but it also was so exciting to think about it made her start sweating.
"Sure I have," she lied. "But not from old fart faces like you. The only man that's ever had his face against my pussy was a heck of a lot better-looking than you."
He was so hot to go down on her he wasn't even insulted by her slam. He grinned and said, "Come on, sugar. Just sit down right there in that chair and lower then panty hose to your knees. Shit, you don't even have to take your clothes off. I'll give you such a tongue job you'll be cracking your cookies in no time flat. It don't take a good-looking guy to give a girl a good sucking off-just a guy that knows what he's doing down there."
The picture of having his head between her legs and his tongue touching her most secret parts was making her cheeks flush. She sat back slowly in the chair with her skirt still raised. She knew she wanted the new experience to happen but she wasn't sure what all would happen. He dropped to his knees as her ass touched the seat of the chair and he bent forward.
"Just a minute," she warned. "I ... I don't say I was gonna let you do it. You'll want me to do it to you too, won't you? I'm not about to put even my hand on your dirty old prick, much less my mouth."
"Forget it, honey," he begged. "All you gotta do is get them damn pantyhose down where I can reach that quim of yours with my mouth. Just sit there and enjoy it-I'm not gonna try to make you go down on me."
She watched his face break out in little drops of sweat and saw him run his tongue across the outside of his lips.
"C'mon, sweetie," he implored, "your fucking pussy's so hot I can smell it. You know you want it from me. I swear to God you won't even have to see my cock. Shit, I'll just shoot off right inside my pants .. . anything if you'll just slip them damn things down and let me service you. God damn but that thing smells like it r needs attention!"
She coyly hooked her thumb in the elastic waistband but she still eyed him warily. "Would you really like to?" she teased. "Would you really like to see what my cunt looks like and stick your tongue in?"
Before he could answer she yanked the top down to her knees and left him staring at a pair of black silk panties, the ones she bought with her lunch money so her mother wouldn't know.
"If you're real gentle," she began, "I might-"
"Oh, shit, I will be!" he exclaimed, diving forward. "Just lean back, now. I'll get these off. You really keep your little quim guarded, don't you? Pantyhose and panties."
But this time she didn't answer. She flopped backwards in the overstuffed chair and spread her legs like a harlot, allowing the man to have total access to the tender V of her sex.
With trembling hands he stretched the front of her panties till he could see the shock of blonde pussy hair that surrounded her luscious cunt. She raised her ass off the cushion of the chair without a word and allowed him to snake them downwards to her knees, then sat back down. From under half-closed eyelids, she watched as he proceeded to stick his tongue out and apply it liberally to the sensitive surfaces of both inner thighs.
"Sonofabitch," he cried, "if that ain't the sweetest snatch I ever laid eyes on. And it's already juicy as a god-damned watermelon too. You was dying to have this thing worked on, weren't you?"
She felt his tongue return to her moist groin, this time moving upwards with titillating circular movements that made her legs go limp. She could feel his breath filter through the nest of pubic hair and strike the wet flesh of her cunt. "Ummm," she swooned.
The sound of her voice in his ears gave him new incentive. He slid both hands under her ass, providing a firm grip on each hard little half moon of her cheeks, and raised her slightly from the chair. Now his tongue was approaching the gently swelling mound itself.
"Urn ummm," she moaned.
He raised his eyes from her hairy twat and what he saw made him almost come in his pants with no further ado. Maxine had a handful of tit buried in each of her palms, and was worrying the taut tips around and around with increasing frenzy.
"Mmmffff!" he said, his face tight against her crotch. He couldn't make himself understood but it was obvious whatever he had to say was regarding what she was doing to herself. She lay back, her face in a strained expression, and kept playing with her tits as he licked her between the legs. He licked the bare hillock of her pussy lips for a few seconds, then darted his agile tongue inside and sent a flood of heat through her body.
"Ahhhh!" she cried. "Ahh, yeah ... lick me right there. Keep on ... ungh ... ungh . .. keep on licking me right there!"
She set her high-heeled shoes on the floor and pushed. He saw she was ready for more intense action so he crammed his face against her muff so tightly his was full of pussy hair and stuck his tongue all the way in as far as it would go.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "Oh wow ... you're making me ... whew! . .. you're making me hot as . .. ahhh ... ahh!"
It was clear to him that he was getting her so excited she could hardly talk. She was grinding her r naked, hungry cunt into his face and he was feeding the tongue meat as fast as she could take it. He sneaked a hand from under one of her ass cheeks and stuck it inside his pants.
This juicy little bitch is getting all she needs from my tongue, he thought to himself. I'm gonna use one hand to beat my meat while I eat her. Jesus but she's a sweet mouthful of cunt!
He grabbed the throbbing shaft of his instrument and went to work on it. Maxine was rolling her ass now like the keel of a boat and the noises she was making were enough to make him come off just from listening to her.
She was still rubbing her tits now, but her hand and finger motions were more intense and concentrated. With the tips of her thumbs and forefingers, she squeezed her taut nipples to the rhythm of his hot, questing tongue. She looked down between her big tits and watch him mouth her off while she played with them. Having a man's prick inside her cunt was pretty terrific, she thought, but there was something about the speed and delicate touch of a tongue that felt wonderfully different. She sensed a familiar hot flush deep inside and knew she was terribly close to coming.
He looked up from between her legs, taking care not to remove his tongue from her quivering pussy, and saw I her squeezing her tits in one long, tense grip. She started shaking her head from side to side, slowly at first and then faster and faster. The sight of her losing complete control of herself brought him to the brink of orgasm. He jerked his hand up and down his stiff cock in a blur till he shot off. The white cream ran all inside his pants but he didn't stop licking her cunt for a second. He groaned loud, but instead of hearing him she felt him. The vibrations rippled through the wet skin of her pussy like a streak of heat lightning through the waters of a lake.
She wailed a long, low bunch of gibberish that he couldn't understand one word of, then whimpered for a few seconds and was quiet. He got up from the floor and went to work on her tits. Even though he had already come he was so excited by the sight of her half-naked body stretched out before him he wanted to get all the loving he could. She lay and let him lick her tits as much as he wanted to. She was still in a sort of stupor from the intensity of her climax.
He rocked back on his knees and looked at the view she offered. Her pantyhose and her black silk panties still hung around her legs at the knees and only one of her high-heeled shoes was still on her foot. Her sweater was wound around her neck and the tan expanse of her slender, curvy torso was naked from neck to knees. There was no doubt about it-she looked thoroughly fucked, which indeed she was. The fact that a man's tongue had been at her instead of a hard cock seemed to make little difference in her appearance.
After a few minutes had passed she got a pleasant surprise. She felt him leave her tits and slide his face down toward her cunt again. It was then she learned that a man's tongue can outlast his dick by a long shot. She was accustomed to getting off her cookies once and then pretty much having to forget about any remaining desire to be fucked. As soon as she felt his tongue settle in the tender crack of her cunt again, she knew he was ready and willing to give her another hot suck job.
She laid her hands on his head to indicate she wanted it. He went right to work. Maxine discovered it took her a much shorter period of time to get worked up this time.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, her voice whispery, "I feel it coming already ... go ahead and suck ... I'm gonna get it quick!"
He slid his tongue in and out several times and then returned to his favorite spot. With the very tip of it, he licked the sweet nub of her clit lightly and delicately. She found it was her favorite spot, too! She jerked her ass back and forth under his wet mouth and was breathing hard in no time at all.
"Ungh ... ungh .. .oh ... oh," she began, then her little cries and grunts speeded up. "Oh . . . oh . . . ooh ... ooooh ... aiiieeee!"
After she came this time he got up from the floor and she heard him fooling around in the tiny bathroom. Maxine started yanking her panties up and making herself halfway presentable.
"How was that for a mouth job, honey?" he called to her.
But a third voice surprised them both. They realized the small room just off the hotel desk wasn't quite far enough away.
"I beg your pardon?" came the voice of an elderly woman. She had heard through the thin door when he yelled to Maxine.
He came bursting past Maxine and re-entered the desk area, brushing his hair in place as he went. "I was just talking to one of the employees," he told the old lady who waited at the desk. "I said the south knob on one of these doors really works funny," he lied, smiling nervously.
The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was?" she questioned. "Well, I want a room."
Maxine fixed herself up while he was checking the old lady in. She knew the manager expected her to stay until he got a chance to talk to her again but didn't intend to. He had given her a great time all right, but he really wasn't anything to look at. Now that she'd been initiated into the delights of being sucked off she would just see if she couldn't run across a few good-looking guys that would do it to her. The hotel manager certainly wasn't her idea of a dreamboat. She walked out just as he was finishing up with the old lady. "Thanks for your help, sir," she said to him as she passed.
He was dying to catch her before she got out of his sight but he wasn't fast enough with getting the old lady on the way up to her room. When he dashed out into the street she was nowhere in sight.
He shrugged his shoulders. "The kids these days sure are a strange bunch," he said out loud. "Jesus, I never even knew that babe's name. What a sweet pussy she had on her. Well, win a few, lose a few. That's sure the best I've had for a few years even if I didn't get to use my prick on the little tease."
Maxine beat her mom home again and was hard asleep when she looked in on her. She tiptoed into the house and turned to her companion. "Glen," she whispered, "I'm a fool to let you talk me into this. I've dated a lot of men since my husband died, but I've never brought one home to bed with my daughter asleep just a couple of rooms away."
He gave her a big kiss and she melted into his arms. Glen was a big man, six two or more, and had wide, strong shoulders. Mildred hadn't known him long but she was so attracted to him she was ready to do almost anything he asked. He was only three years older than Mildred, and she had growing hopes of getting him to pop the question to her. Even though she had never had him in her house before she had put out for him several times and they both enjoyed it immensely.
"Come on, Milly," he said, "don't worry about it. Didn't you say your kid is seven or eight years old? Kids at that age sleep like they're dead. She won't hear anything."
"No," corrected Mildred, "Maxine's thirteen. But she does sleep awfully sound."
Glen beamed. "That's my girl," he said, feeling in the dark for her breast and enclosing it in his big hand.
"Oh God, honey," she responded, "you know I can't refuse you when you put your hands on me."
"Which way's your bedroom, Milly?" he asked. "I'm getting a little bit sleepy, aren't you?"
She loved for him to call her "Milly" instead of Mildred. The name made her feel like a young girl again, wanted and protected. "Sleepy, my ass," she whispered into his ear as she led him through the dark house. "That's not why you're so hot to get to the bed and you know it," she chided.
"Why else would I want to?" he teased.
She pulled his hand behind her and steered him into her bedroom at last. "You just might want to get your hands on something nice and sweet again," she cooed. "Isn't that what you called these the other night at your place-'nice and sweet'?" She pushed his hand under her blouse and let him feel her bra cup, with its heavy, firm bounty inside. Mildred was in great shape for her age and her nice tits were one of her best features.
That's right, honey," Glen said. "But that's not all you're going to let me have tonight, is it? How about a little of the 'deep and hot,' too. You wouldn't hold that back from me, would you?" He put his big hand on the swell of her crotch and tweaked her there with his fingers.
"Glen," she cried, feigning anger. "You're terrible.
'Deep and hot,' indeed." She threw her arms around him and put her lips to his ear. In a sexy, low voice, she said, "You don't have to call my cunt all those pretty little names, baby. Just tell me you want some pussy, lover, and I'll get my pants off so fast it'll make your head swim."
She reached for his groin and felt his prick pressing against the front of his pants. He felt her fingers eagerly caressing it through the material and pushed her away from him.
"Let's hit the sack, Milly," he said to her. "You can play with that just so long, you know, before it has to get out and find a nice place to poke its head."
He put his hand on the buckle of his belt and before he could even loosen the fly of his pants, he heard the light, fluttery sound of a garment hitting the floor across the room.
"I'm ahead of you," she said.
"Was that your skirt that just came off?" he asked.
She gave him a throaty little laugh. "No, lover," she said, "that's the first thing that went. What you just heard was my blouse."
It was pitch dark in the bedroom. They could-have turned on the lights but by some unspoken agreement they didn't.
He let his pants fall to the floor and set to work on his shirt, kicking his shoes off as he went. "You mean you're standing over there in your bra and panties?" he asked her, eagerness evident in his voice.
"You're still behind," she told him. "Just my panties. I've already tossed my bra away. It sure feels good not to have anything on my tits, I can tell you that."
He heard the whispery wound of her panties sliding off her long legs and fluttering to the floor.
The bedsprings squeaked and he knew she was in it. He shucked the rest of his clothes off and crawled onto the bed.
"Come on, honey," she said, her voice husky with desire. "It's waiting right here for you."
"What's waiting, Milly?" he teased, sliding under the sheets.
"Everything you want," she replied.
"You got some of that nice tit out for me?" he went on.
"Here it is for you," she said. "Feel for yourself." She placed his open hand on the end of her big mammary.
"You're ready, aren't you, baby?" he said. "You weren't kidding me none, were you?"
She knew he said it to her because he felt how hard her nipple was when he touched it.
"That's not all that's ready," she told him.
"You got some nice, hot pussy meat down there for me?" he asked her, his fingers traveling across her stomach.
"You know it," she replied. "I'm always ready to take on that big, wonderful cock of yours. You know how hot it makes me when you jam that fat pig sticker in my juicy cunt."
He rolled over her and supported his weight with his elbows. She felt the hairy warmth of his heavy frame over her naked curves, the black curls of his chest tickling the points of her sensitive nipples.
"You sexy wench," he said. "You don't even need priming tonight, do you? What makes you get hot so damned fast? I love it when you're ready to take me inside your cunt right off the bat like this!"
"Just thinking of having your big prick up my cunt gets me ready for the real thing," she told him.
"Here's the head of it, baby," he said, lowering himself a bit and making contact with her plump pussy lips.
"Oh God, Glen," she gasped, shuddering at the touch. "Oh my God, sink it on in, honey ... oh, go ahead, don't make me wait!"
He hadn't even touched her cunt with his hands yet. He was amazed at how quickly she heated up. He took a double handful of tit and bore down into her, slowly but firmly parting the slick sides of her heated, sweating pussy.
"Take it then, honey!" he cried.
She felt the fat, bulbous glans pop inside her outer lips and go deep into her hungry hole. She dug her heels into the mattress and shoved herself against him.
"Arrrgh!" she grunted. "Oh, shit, that's the way. Feed it to me. Feed me that big hot meat stick, Glen!"
He came down again into her, deep and slow. He could feel the wet sides of her vagina part ahead of his cock and allow passage eagerly and with great need.
She buried her nose in the hollow of his collarbone and he felt her lips on his chest. Soon she had his nipple in her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, baby," he cried. "You know how to get to a man .. . keep on sucking it."
Now he was pumping his cock into her with greater urgency. She took everything he had and hugged him closer for more with each stroke. She tore her lips from his hairy nipple and set her teeth on his collarbone. The sweet pressure of his big prick inside her steaming cunt was too much for her. She was losing control and loving every minute of it. She bit firmly, then downright hard. He felt her teeth break the skin but it didn't seem to hurt. He was too excited by the feel of her wet sex flesh around his prick.
"Ungh!" he grunted. "Ungh ... ungh ... oh ... oooooh ..."
"You gonna shoot your nuts off, lover," she cried, her words slurred with passion, "you gonna shoot 'em now?"
"I ... I-oh, God, yes," he yelled, "here it comes ... can you take it. baby . .. here it comes!"
"Let it go, lover!" she yelled. "Go ahead and fill me full of it, I'm with you ... oh, I'm with you, baby ... I'm coming too . . . oh, work on me, work on me good -fuck me, Glen, fuck the shit out of my hot cunt, oh, fuck me fuck me fuuuuck me!"
Their asses were a blur as he spurted his juice into her slick-walled, throbbing pussy. She felt the weight of the wad deep in her hole and grabbed his ass cheeks with her hands, pumping her cunt like an animal. She was past her initial peak and going on for as much as she could get. One, then two, three smaller climaxes shook her quivering cunt. She groaned and flopped onto her side exhausted.
Glen stretched his arms wide and lay with his head on the pillow, massaging her nearest tit as he regained his breath.
"Oh, damn, lover," she moaned. "That was fantastic. Oh, my God, I thought you were going to split my cunt wide open."
As they wallowed in each other's arms, neither suspected their love match had been overheard by someone else. Outside the bedroom door, in the hall separating their bedrooms by several yards, Maxine crouched behind the closet door. They hadn't awakened her for some time, but when she realized what was taking place she hurried into her nightie and made a beeline for the place. She didn't want to miss a thing. She had long suspected that her mother went to bed with some of her boyfriends but this was the first time she had ever been able to catch her at it.
Jeez, she griped to herself, wish I could have seen 'em at it. Wonder what he looks like?
She crept back to bed when she was sure all the excitement was over. But in spite of her best efforts she wasn't able to go to sleep. She had been too aroused by overhearing her mom's wild fuck Finally she slipped her fingers between her legs and let herself have a little loving there. As always, she just meant to feel herself up some to take a little of the pressure off. But she wound up beating her meat till she was gasping like a fish out of water. She fingered herself for a long time, letting the sweet fire build in her young cunt, then drove herself over the edge to a piercing orgasm. Only after that was she able to fall asleep.
The next morning Glen left early. Mildred made him leave before Maxine woke up. At the short breakfast they always shared, Mildred seemed a bit on edge. After a few minutes she mentioned how well Maxine had slept. Had she had a good sleep?
"Sure," replied Maxine. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, dear," said Mildred. "Last night I let my new friend, Glen, stop by for a couple of drinks. I thought we might have woke you up. A couple of times we made a little more noise than we intended."
Maxine shook her head innocently. "I didn't hear a thing," she lied. Wow, she thought to herself, if Mom only knew what all I did hear! She'd really freak out, I bet. At school that day she confided what had gone on in her mother's bedroom to Trudy.
"Really?" her little brunette friend said. "You heard everything, even stuff they said to each other like you said?"
"Yeah," assured Maxine. "I just wish I could have seen 'em going at it, that's all!"
Trudy seemed terribly interested but at the same time she appeared to be somewhat revolted by the story.
"How about you?" Maxine inquired. "Ever hear your mom going at it with anybody?"
"My mom's married," Trudy said. "Of course I've never head her do anything like that."
"Oh, that's right," corrected Maxine. "You have a mom and a dad, don't you? Well, ever hear them in bed together?"
"No," answered Trudy. "I ... I don't think they do it much. I don't think Mom likes to much. Maybe Daddy doesn't either. I don't know ... something like that." Her voice got quieter. "I don't even think I'd like to hear anybody doing it."
"Yeah," replied Maxine, "but what if you could see somebody doing it to each other? You'd groove on that, I'll bet. Don't kid me, Trudy, I know you like stuff like that."
But Maxine was missing the point. Trudy set her straight. "No, I mean I don't think I'd even like to be around when some man and woman were doing it."
She saw that Maxine was puzzled. She added, her face breaking into a mischievous grin, "Maybe I like stuff like that ... I'm not saying. But I don't groove on the exact thing you're talking about."
"Huh?" responded Maxine.
Trudy bent her face closer. "Remember once when we were talking about ways a girl can make herself .. . you know, get something to make her feel good?"
"Yeah," said Maxine. "But you wouldn't ever tell me how you do it... or if you do."
"Well, there are more ways than one," Trudy said mysteriously. "That's all I said."
The bell rang then, ending their lunchtime. Maxine didn't have a chance to talk to her about it anymore that whole day. But she had a good idea that Trudy had said about all she was going to say on the subject, anyway. She sure was closemouthed on the matter.
Heck, Maxine thought to herself, I bet I know what she's talking about. I bet she knows about frigging herself and thinks I don't know. She's probably been doing it some but is embarrassed to tell me.
But Maxine was to learn before too long that Trudy's secret was not quite that simple. That day as Maxine walked home she passed by Mr. Jackson's place again as she usually did. This time she remembered how often she got drenched by his wild sprinkler and crossed the street even though it wasn't turned on. She happened to notice him sitting behind a tree near the faucet. Could it be that he had been purposefully turning it on just as she walked past and trying to make it seem like an accident? Seeing him with his hand so close to the faucet made her wonder.
The old horny creep, she thought to herself. I bet he has been doing it on purpose, so he could get a peek through my wet blouse or feel me up a little if I let him get by with it! She walked on smugly and never let him know she saw him. Come to think of it, Trudy had mentioned getting sprinkled a few times on the way to her house too. That made her even more suspicious. Oh, well.
At home there was another of her mother's frequent notes. But this one was something new for a change.
"Dear Maxine," it began. "Simply must work late today but couldn't get in touch with Glen. He's coming by for dinner, so be a lamb and fix him something nice, okay? I want you to meet him. He just might turn out to be pretty special in your life."
At the bottom, her mother had signed it and put a postscript. "Don't breathe a word!"
Maxine grinned. Evidently her mom was having big hopes of marrying him and didn't want Maxine to tip her hand to him about it. Well, at least it would be something different. Since she had just gone out the night before on one of her little masquerades she didn't feel up to setting out again so soon. The thought of getting together a dinner for him made her frown for a minute. Oh, well, she thought, at least I'll get to see what he looks like. If he's like most of Mom's boyfriends, though, he's some old baldheaded guy that isn't very cute.
The door bell rang promptly at six-thirty. She opened the door and blurted out her mother's message as she let him in and he was very understanding. But what really put Maxine off her stride was Glen's appearance. In fact, he was so good-looking that she ran through the message faster than was proper and was afraid she presented a very silly, lame-brained impression to him. It was an awkwardly long time before she realized she hadn't even introduced herself or offered him a chair. When she showed him to a seat he spoke up before she had a chance to introduce herself.
"That's okay about Mildred having to work late," he said, "but I'm sorry she felt she had to have someone come in and make dinner for me. Isn't the daughter here ... I understood Mildred's daughter was-"
"But I'm the daughter!" Maxine laughed. She apologized for her strange reception and not introducing herself.
"You?" he questioned. "I thought Mildred's daughter was just thirteen years old."
"Right," she answered. "That's how old I'm."
"Oh," he said, embarrassed a bit at the mistake. "I ... uh ... took you to be a little older."
There was no mistaking the fact that his eyes were boring holes in her blouse as he spoke. She felt great to know he'd seriously thought she was older. She wasn't even the least bit dressed up or wearing adult-type makeup, either. He didn't say how old he thought she was but anything at all was a compliment.
"Yeah," she said, "a lot of people think I'm older than that until I tell them different."
Glen was still giving her a once-over. He was being mannerly about it and not doing it too directly, but she was still very aware of his eyes on her body.
"Well," he said, laughing softly, "guess that means your mom has always fed you well!"
She nodded and smiled acknowledgment of his little joke, then wheeled and excused herself to go to the kitchen for a minute to check on the dinner. His tone of voice indicated he meant the remark purely as a joke, but Maxine was certain she saw a sexy glint in his eye when he said it to her. She grinned to herself on the way to the kitchen.
He sure is good-looking, she thought, with those eyes and those big shoulders. And he's so tall! I sure feel funny cooking dinner for him. Hmmmm . .. wonder exactly when Mom will be home?
Then the phone rang. She took it off the kitchen wall and a vaguely familiar voice inquired, "Miss Lester, please-is this Miss Maxine Lester?"
"Yes," she said.
"Good," the voice went on, without identifying itself. "Then I want you to tell me what you're wearing right now. And don't leave out anything, honey ... if you know what I mean."