Chapter 6
...It was an old house and the bed creaked, but his room was safe and snug away from the things that scare little boys in the night. He liked the warm dark room because it gave him the dream ... the wonderful warm dream almost every night.
His father had been dead for almost two years when the dream first came. It was warm and soft and all around his penis. It was a hot licking, but safe and sure because he never really woke up. It was lips circling him and fingers playing with his scrotum and stroking and bringing him to sweet ecstasy in a pool of warm and scented oil.
There was a woman smell to the dream and he could sometimes feel the soft caress of naked breasts on his chest. Always the dream was the same and he was having the dream just now with the hot moist lips surging down over his penis and then pulling away, the hand grasping his scrotum and shaft and the sweet smell and the sweet sounds....
He almost forgot who lived in the house ... It was a rooming house and there were ten or twelve people there most of them women, but he forgot their names. He had the wonderful room to himself at the top, but he was still a boy--half boy, half-man when the dream first came to him....
It was someone coming into the room, he knew, and giving him impossible pleasure. Putting his penis into a hot wet mouth and ... and....
He opened his eyes. He was still in the cell and Mae was still over him, fondling his member, sucking greedily on it as her breast pressed against his legs. He had to erase the dream. He could not face the truth.
He pushed her away.
"Hey," she said as her mouth popped away from his shaft with a greedy little sound. "What the fuck...."
"Thought you didn't want that all the way," he said. "Thought you wanted to get fucked."
"You're not going to come off already, are you?"
He smiled. "Hey," he said softly. "Any of those fancy guys from New York or California ever eat your pussy?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"Just what I figured," he said. "They let you do all the work and got their nuts off without teaching you nothing. Here...." He pulled her almost roughly onto the cot and spread her legs so that he was kneeling between them.
"What are you--?"
"Never mind," he told her as he gazed at the dark triangle of silken hair that covered the mountain of her passion and the river of sweet pleasure beyond. "I think maybe I'm going to teach you something you're going to love learning, Lady," he said as he gently spread the lips of her vagina with his thumbs. "I'm going to eat you right out of your head."
He looked into the pink folds of flesh the pressure of his hands had exposed, saw the already quivering nipple of her clitoris looking like a tiny knob possessed of a mind of its own. It was as if it alone knew the extent of the pleasure it was about to receive even though she didn't.
"No," she said. "I--"
"Oh, hey." His voice was soothing, seductive. "Don't you back out now. I'm going to show you something you never ever felt before."
He lowered his head to her right thigh and extended his tongue to snake it along the soft, white flesh just until it reached the first fringe of silken hair. Then he rolled his head to do the same thing on her left thigh. Then he turned again. Each time he licked her thigh, he snaked his tongue just a tiny bit nearer the open gash of her now wide and eager vagina. Then he pulled slightly away from her so he was looking up the length of her torso over her belly to the huge half-melons of her breasts. He reached his hands up, slid them over her hips and ribs until they were on her breasts fondling the taut, erect nipples.
"Want it, honey?" he whispered as he blew a hot breath against the tingling flesh of her sexual organs. "Want a little tongue job on your clit? You do, don't you, honey?"
She moaned and turned her head from side to side.
"You got to tell me," he whispered. "You're the boss, lady. Tell me what you want."
"I never--"
He fondled the flesh of her breasts and again looked at her open sexual parts. This time, he extended his tongue and just barely let it touch the wet pink of the flesh.
The shudder that rippled through her was like a minor earthquake. It made her body, the cot and his own body tremble for almost three seconds.
"Want it?" he asked again.
"Oh, yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes...."
"Tell me!"
"Oh, do it, Billy Joe. Do it to me...."
Still he held himself away from her. "Do what, honey? Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it."
"Oh, Billy Joe...."
"Tell me!"
"Stick your tongue in there, Billy Joe. Stick it in and lick me."
Almost like an obedient servant, he extended his tongue again, placed it in the hot river of her genitals and with a maddening insistence let it lick up and flick over the nipple of her clitoris.
"Oh Jesus!" she gasped. "Oh Jesus! Yes I"
"Bet that feels good, don't it?" he said.
"Oh, don't stop I" she cried. "Don't stop!"
He buried his mouth within the wide opening of her womanhood, licked and flicked her sensitive clitoris and finally began to circle his tongue around it in a slow and maddening movement.
Above him, he could hear her gasping breaths, her sighs and her murmured half urgings to him. She grunted things like "Do it," and "Don't stop." And she swore and groaned as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, puckered and squeezed his lips around it and flicked it gently with his tongue.
"Billy Joe," she cried out as her hips thrashed against him, as her body turned on the cot and smashed against his own.
This time, he resisted the urge to tease and tempt her. He knew the sensations that were surging through her and he wanted her to feel every tingling nerve as they all spasmed to orgasm at once. He didn't know whether she was trying to buffalo him or not about never having experienced a man's tongue in her vagina before, but whether she was telling the truth or not, he was sure of one thing: she was his only ticket out of this crummy jail and he was fanatically determined to make himself the best damned male sensation she had ever in her life received.
He licked his tongue out and over her clitoris again, felt the ripple of passion surge through her, heard her groans of pleasure and the panting abandon of her breath. Her hips smashed against his face in an almost painful spasm of abandoned passion but he would not let go of the grip he had on her.
One of his hands was still caressing her breasts as he inched the other under her wide hips and caressed her buttocks, then, gently at first, but gradually with more painful determination, he let his nails sink into her flesh and claw with empassioned brutality into the delicate flesh of her buttocks.
"Yes!" he heard her cry out. "Oh, God yes! Hurt me! Hurt me!
Playfully, he took her clitoris between his teeth and rubbed it with his lips as he clawed her flesh with even more brutal fingers. He could feel the sticky moisture of trickling blood on his hand as her body shuddered partially in empassioned abandon partly in terror of the threat of mutilation his teeth were now offering.
He could feel her very insides trembling on the brink of overwhelming eruption for a long moment before it finally surged through her and then he felt it in every muscle fiber of her being. Her stomach tightened under him; her vagina spasmed in little opening and closing jerks and the nipple of clitoris between his lips seemed to be caressing his tongue with a musculature of its own. Her breasts surged against his palm and her hips squirmed as she cried out again and again in little inchoate sounds with but one meaning--that she was being smashed against the soft dome of a pleasure she had never before experienced and then was being hurtled down to the very abyss of sensation only to be thrown up again.
He held tightly to her as he would to a thrashing bronco and kept licking her insides, bringing with each flick of his tongue and lips a new and different and even more violent sensation. He thought for a moment she might tear herself away from him, but with each thrash of her hips and 'venus mound she came nearer. Her clawing fingers were laced into the tangled hair at the back of his head. Both of her palms were pressing him to her groin as if eager to pull his entire bead, his entire body, deep within her thrashing form.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried again and again. "I'm coming, sweet Jesus! I'm coming, Lord!"
You bet your fat ass, he thought as he continued to lick her most delicate part. You're coming like you never came off before and I'm going, honey. I'm going out of this crumb-bum jail house.
For long and violent moments, perhaps many minutes, she continued to thrash against him until finally she lay panting and totally spent on the narrow cot.
"God," she gasped. "I thought I was dying and gone to Glory. I thought you'd killed me that way and I was in heaven with a lot of splashing stars all around and you tonguing me and never stopping."
"Good, huh?" he said.
"I never...." she gasped. "I never come off like that in all my life. I mean it, Billy Joe. Never."
"Guess I did you a favor then, didn't I, ma'am?"
"Oh ... yes...." Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Her breath was coming in soft, short gasps. "Yes ... you did, Billy Joe ... Yes, you did...."
This was it, he thought. Now it was all or nothing. "So, it's sort of like you owe me one, right?"
"Oh, God, anything. I'll do anything for you. You just name it."
"How about...."
"Anything, honey," she whispered. Her eyes were still closed. "Anything."
"How about getting me out?"
Her eyes snapped open. She sat up on the cot with such violence that she almost knocked him to the floor. She stared at him in amazement, her huge breasts quivering, her lips parted in astonishment.
"What?" she finally asked.
"It ain't so much," he said as he reached out to stroke one of her breasts. "I mean all you'd have to do would be accidentally leave the door open while your husband's not looking--"
"Are you out of your goddamned head?" she demanded. She stood up and stared down at him as she grabbed her scattered clothing and began to dress.
"Why no, ma'am. I just thought that ... I mean, you said you had a good come and all. You told me I did you a favor and made you feel good and all. I just thought you might want to do me one back, that's all."
She Was dressed now. She slipped the last button of her dress through its hole and casually, but very efficiently picked up the tray which had carried the plate of ribs. Without speaking, she walked out of his cell and made a deliberate effort of locking it behind her.
Only when he was again locked in and she was safely beyond his reach outside the bars did she speak. When she did her voice was soft and almost kind.
"You are about the dumbest, shit-kicking son-of-a-bitch I have ever met in my life," she said.
"Hey now. Just one fucking minute--"
"You think for one second I'm going to let you eat my pussy like you did and give me a thrill like that and then just turn you loose on the rest of the world? Shit, Billy Joe, you must be crazy."
"But--"
"But nothing, honey." She smiled. "I got you right where I want you, boy, and I've got you there for thirty days and thirty beautiful nights. You are going to carry me right to heaven every single one of them nights, Billy Joe, or this county's going to hear me scream 'rape' like you never heard rape screamed."
"Oh, no!"
"Oh yes, honey, and don't you forget it." She turned away from him and walked along the short corridor to the other door. She pulled it open, turned once to him and smiled sweetly.
"Goodnight, lover," she purred.
She backed through the door and disappeared.
Billy Joe Whyley stood in the cold cell. He was naked and alone and he felt like the world's biggest fool.
"Shit," he said aloud. "Shit, shit and double shit."