Chapter 4

Zip had an erection that wouldn't quit. God! He had to bury it somewhere before he went home, or his mother would ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. She noticed every little thing about him, and it was difficult to keep it a secret that he had been getting laid this past year. His mother was a nurse and she seemed to know the look of a man who has been happily fucked. He had struggled to hide it from her, and to date, he had succeeded. But he would never be able to hide his hard-on from her, and she would know her young boy was feeling things, and it would worry her, because his mother was something of a prude, in spite of being a nurse.

He had a half-hour before supper. That gave him one hope, and that hope was Rhonda. Rhonda was the first girl he had ever laid. In fact, she had shown him the ropes. He had been scared his first time, and Rhonda had put him at ease and made things good for him. Now and again when he went back to see her, she was delighted, especially when she saw what progress he made.

He knocked at Rhonda's door five minutes later, and the pretty blonde girl, one year older than he was, let him in. Rhonda came from a big family. She was the oldest child. The other kids were out playing for the moment, while Rhonda did the housework for her mother who was always working, as was her father, to feed the kids.

"Zip," she said, smiling, stepping back to let him in.

"Hi," he smiled back. "I got me a bit of a problem, and I figured you and I oughtta be able to reduce it to nothing."

Rhonda saw his erection pushing out the front of his pants, and she smiled, saying, "We don't have enough time to make me come the regular way, Zip. I have to have dinner going in ten minutes. Look, how about I go down on you, today. I can come with your cock in my throat. Okay?"

"Hey, you're all right, Rhonda," the boy smiled as they walked into her bedroom, one she normally shared with three younger sisters.

She closed the door and the two of them quickly undressed.

Rhonda had a pretty-sad face. She looked older than her sixteen years because she had so much responsibility. One day in the not-too-distant future she would run off and get married as Helen had, only she would be luckier than Helen, and though life would never be a bed of roses for Rhonda, at least she would no longer be unhappy.

She had large brown eyes, honey-blonde hair, a long, straight nose, and thin lips. She had breasts which no amount of exercising would lift. Like many women, Rhonda was low-breasted, so even with her pectorals in top shape, her. breasts looked like they hung. Her breasts were tan-nippled, and each nipple was surrounded by a large circle of brown. Her belly was flat, attesting to the fact that she ate little and worked hard, and she had narrow, almost boyish hips, yet when her cunt squeezed around Zip's cock, he often felt as if it was on the verge of being pulled off.

He made a mental comparison of Rhonda to Helen, and he had to admit Helen had the better body, but Rhonda's body was still good, really good. He smiled inwardly at-the comparison. Helen, who was twenty years older, looked almost that much younger. He was dying to fuck Helen, but he knew he didn't dare, just yet. To have done so would have made her feel guilty, afterward. He had learned from bitter experience that when one convinces a girl to cheat on her guy, and then one fucks the ass off her immediately, the girl instantly has second thoughts, and afterward doesn't want to see him again. This was one thing that wasn't going to happen with Aunt Helen. He had gone down on her, made her come without injecting his cock into her, and having discovered the wonders of orgasm, she would be loath to give it all up, especially since the boy hadn't penetrated her in any way. In fact, she would feel guilty about not having let the boy fuck her and Zip preferred her feeling guilty about something she hadn't done rather than for something she had done.

Rhonda's simple pink house dress had come off the moment they had entered her bedroom, and Zip had wasted no time dropping his pants. He smiled at Rhonda to let her know he was sincere about liking her, grabbing the full cheeks of her flat ass in one hand while his other hand began squeezing her breasts. She jammed her heels into the bed, lifting her cunt to his cock and rubbing it back and forth. He wished she would have the time to let him fuck her, but Rhonda needed a long warm-up period before an actual fucking, so that was out of the question at the moment. She took a moment to spray herself with some perfume she had on her dresser, and he said, "That's nice. What is it?"

"Something from Avon," she replied. "I can't afford anything else."

"It really does the trick," he smiled.

She rubbed the palm of her hand along the steel length of his shuddering cock and sighed breathily to him, "This is one cock I've really missed, Zip. God! It's really growing. I remember it wasn't much longer than my middle finger when we first fucked. Since then, it's more than three times as thick and almost twice as long. It's going to get longer and thicker, yet. Gee, I've missed you."

"Hey, all I know is, when you and I do spend some time together, you knock the hell outta me for a week," he told her.

"Am I really that good?" Rhonda asked.

"The ever-fucking end, honey," he replied, knowing she was turned on by "dirty" words. It was part of their ritual, something he had discovered about her when she had first taught him about fucking. Whoever said ladies liked to be genteel when it came to sex was out of his-or her-mind. Women loved the four-letter words just as much as the men did, sometimes even more.

Her fingers went to his chest and she began tickling him as she said, "This'll get you a little hotter so you come a little faster. But don't stop playing with my titties, tiger."

She seemed to be able to discover just what it was about him that really set him off. But then, she had that kind of talent so that she was able to do it with just about any man. Usually, it was something different with each man. When they had time, she usually took a long, long time using her nails to lightly scratch his chest, his nipples, his balls, the head of his cock, his perineum, even his asshole.

He rubbed her meaty breasts while she continued using her nails on his own nipples. Her buttocks wriggled against the stiffness of his throbbing cock, and her head rocked as she emitted little, "oh's," and "ah's." Then she leaned forward and began sucking his masculine nipples as he would normally suck on hers, and her tongue seemed to know all the right things because she was getting him hotter with every passing second. She began kissing her way down his body, and then she was kneeling with her lips pressed into his pelvis, kissing his groin and his balls, all around his cock.

Though she had little enough time to do what they wanted to do, Rhonda was obviously starved for sex. Her mouth applied itself to the pulsing head of his stiff cock, the tongue licking up and down the webbed joining on the underside while one hand squeezed the base of his cock, and the other hand fondled his lint-covered scrotum.

"Lie down," she told him. "I have to suck you dry, and we have little enough time in which I can do it."

He sat on the edge of the bed she shared with two of her sisters, and then he lay down with Rhonda crawling on top of him, her lips always tightly surrounding the pulsing head of his cock.

Her lovely white rump stuck up in the air, bobbing this way and that as she bent forward and swallowed the full length of his pulsating organ into her mouth. The head pushed into her constricted gullet and shuddered, and then her lips were rising again, up, up, up, until they caught beneath her corona. She sucked, pulling on the flesh as if intent on sucking fluid through a straw. Then she released the cock, lifted her mouth, and said to him, "Come on, Zip. I need the words. Without words, all this is meaningless."

It was another part of the ritual. He realized more and more how aroused she was when hearing obscenities, and the filthier the words, the hotter she got.

Cover your fucking teeth with your lips and suck me to death, Rhonda-baby," he muttered. "You have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, and I wanna feel the sperm sucked right outta me."

She smiled at the boy, blowing warm air on his balls, then whispered into his cock as if talking into a microphone, "What else, Zip? What else should I do?"

"Put that sweet, cocksucking mouth of yours on my cunt-fucking prick, honey. Work your lips up and down and blow like its a steam whistle until the succulent juices come out and fill your mouth, and then swallow all the jism, every last fucking drop," the boy said to the beautiful blonde girl.

Her hand jerked up and down on his throbbing tool as she smiled and gasped, "More! I want to hear more!"

Before he had a chance to say more, Rhonda opened her lovely mouth as wide as possible and sank down onto his pulsating lance as if she were diving into a pool of water. She didn't stop until the head was jammed as far into her gullet as was humanly possible, almost gagging her. Then she clamped the sharp edges of her teeth against his blood-bloated phallus, raking the edges up and down the thick length of it, while sucking with pursed lips.

Raving sensations whipped the young boy's body, and he knew in order to keep her sucking properly, he had to whip her into a frenzy with more words. "Suck it, you fucking cunt! Get that fucking load outta my balls or I'll ram a closed fist inside that tight twat of yours and rip your back wall out. Then I'll bite off your clit and spit it into your asshole!"

The words struck Rhonda's ears and filled her with shuddering arousal, driving her to ever-increasing efforts on the thickness of the youth's embattled prick. She hollowed her cheeks like a furnace bellows and clamped her teeth more firmly around the pillar of rock-solid penis, tasting the continually oozing oils.

Zip was going out of his mind with lust. His desire for Helen was still so strong inside him, his throbbing cock in Rhonda's mouth was on the verge of unleashing a geyser comparable to Old Faithful.

His fist was beating on the mattress as he lifted his ass and humped his pulsing cock in and out of the suctioning cave of her tantalizing mouth. Rhonda knew how to suck, all right. Of all the chicks he'd been with, none had been like Rhonda when it came to doing things. She out-fucked and out-sucked all the females he had ever known, though he had to admit Helen was such a responsive woman, she might very likely learn to better Rhonda. But this was something he still wasn't sure about. The only thing that was certain at this point was that Rhonda sucked and fucked better than any female whose body had, to date, contained his cock.

Salacious sweat flowed freely from his pores as he pounded his thrusting tool in and out, his stomach muscles ridged tensely like a washboard, his face contorted as if being pricked with a million red-hot needles, needles that poked into every one of his pores, scraping at everything under the skin; especially the raw nerve-ends.

The bedroom was turning into a floating rubbery mass, distorting into hazy hallucinations as the rumbling load of sperm came rushing from his twitching prostate. His body arched grotesquely and then stiffened as though he had suddenly developed rigor mortis. That was when he realized-from the way her lips were clamping on his cock-she was climaxing too, the head of his cock rubbing something in her throat to set her off.

"UUUUU RRRRR GGGG HHHHHH LLL LLL CCCC HHHHHH MMMMMM PHHHHWWWWW AAAAAGGGHHHHH!" she gagged as he yelled all sorts of deprecatory curses at her in order to enhance her orgasm so that she sucked even harder, intensifying his own climax. Thrill after thrill blasted through him as he came into her enervating mouth, and she drank his sperm as if it were nectar.