Chapter 10
Jett was looking into space with a faint scowl on his face when Luke stopped to see what he was doing.
"Jett!"
The husky youth stared straight ahead as if in a deep trance, not hearing his uncle's voice.
"Jett! What in hell's the matter with you?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Uncle Luke." He grinned sheepishly. "I guess I was thinking about something else."
"You sure as hell weren't thinking about them brake shoes in front of you." His voice gentled. "Something eating you, boy?"
"Nah. Nah, it's nothing."
"Has to be something to be so wrapped up that way."
"Well." He hesitated. "I was thinking about my girl, Darlene."
"That explains it." He grinned at the boy. "I guess at your age you got a right to think about the split tails a little. You been away from her almost a week, ain't you?"
"Yes." Jett sighed. "Today's Friday. I saw her last Saturday. Almost a week."
"The yearnings you get at eighteen are a little stronger than they are after forty. I know how it is to have your nuts aching for a girl." He looked around, then spoke again with lowered voice. "Let me give you a little advice. Scout around and get yourself a steady piece of tail while you're here. It'll help pass the time for you till you see your girl again, and believe me she'll never miss the fucking you get here. Hell, she might even be getting a little male sympathy herself and who's to blame her? Women are a lot different from men, more realistic. Instead of pining away, "when their man's back, they're true blue again and no one's the wiser and nobody's hurt. Take my advice, boy, don't mope around. Get yourself some hot young pussy around here. Your Darlene will keep."
With that he slapped Jett on the shoulder and moved on, leaving the boy looking after him. He'd opened up a new train of thought for the redheaded youth. He'd been thinking back to all the times he and Darlene had been alone, the times they'd necked together, the times he'd played with her rubbery tits. And mixed up with his thoughts of Darlene had been his images of the greeting his aunt had given him that first day, the session he'd spent in Dr. Edmunds' playroom with Mrs. Edmunds, and the nights his aunt had crept into his room to help him while away the small morning hours. He shook his head. God! he was tired! She wasn't letting him get much sleep! ' He thought of the way his aunt and Mrs. Edmunds had come on, and he thought of what his uncle had said, and he thought of Darlene, lush, voluptuous, with full, pouting lips, wide hips, flat belly, and big, rubbery tits. He'd been wondering if she'd have put out for him if he'd really tried to get into her pants. Suddenly he knew that she would have, and wondered who was dating her now; he was just as sure that whoever it was, she was putting out for him.
It made sense, it was the only answer. He'd been so young and so dumb, he'd believed all that crap about virginity and purity and saving yourself till marriage. It was all a put-on, and he felt the same way he had when he was ten years old and had finally found out the truth about Santa Claus. I guess if you're gullible, you're gullible, he thought, and sighed. Darlene had probably wanted him to make her, had gone home to lie crying in her bed because she was so stirred up and he hadn't satisfied her.
Well, if he had her alone now, he'd take her if he had to tear her clothes off. And she'd love it. Like his uncle said. Women are different.
They're more realistic. They take their pleasures of the flesh when the flesh is there and willing. Like his aunt did. Like Mrs. Edmunds did. And like he would-now that he was past the put-on, now that he knew the score.
He tortured himself by wondering which of his friends was throwing his cock into Darlene these evenings while he was away. It was mid-afternoon when Doris, the bookkeeper, called to him from the little glassed-in office in the front of the garage. As he closed the door behind him he was fascinated by the sway of her beautiful can as she walked around the office. Her ass was large, but not too large, with firm, sharply defined cheeks covered with a tight fitting mini-skirt that molded itself to her when she moved. Jett gulped and he could feel his cock begin to swell in his pants.
"Yes? You wanted me?"
"Yes, Jett. I should have gotten you in here before. It's payday and I need some information from you. You have to sign some forms too. For income tax and social security and all that."
"Oh."
"Sit down."
He sat beside her, behind the desk, and when she turned her knee brushed his. She smiled, and he glanced down at her thighs. They were all there-her skirt had pulled back almost to her crotch and he could feel the pounding beat of his heart as hot desire for her body began to course through his veins. She was really built, better than his aunt, or Mrs. Edmunds either. He thought again of what his uncle had said, and suddenly he was sure of himself, sure of what she wanted. He put his hand on her bare thigh, his fingers down between her legs, his thumb on the top of her leg, under the edge of her skirt. She glanced up at him, startled.
"Jett! What are you doing?"
He looked around. They were hidden from the shop by a row of filing cabinets set against one side of the glass partition. He slid his hand forward along her thigh till it brought up against the softness of her nylon-covered bush.
"Luke's gone, isn't he?"
"He went to the bank-but he'll be back. Jett!"
She tried to pull away but he had his other arm around her shoulders now, and he pulled her close. His lips brushed hers. "You're beautiful. Doris."
"Well, thanks! But don't get carried away." She struggled, trying to break his grip around her shoulders. "Look, Jett, I'm engaged."
He shut off her words with his mouth, kissing her passionately, while the hand on her thigh crept on further till it was cupped over her cunt. As he kissed her, he massaged her through the flimsy nylon covering. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her hands were raised, fiat against his shoulders as she tried to push him away. As the kiss continued her mouth softened under his and his tongue slid slickly between her lips. After a moment she began to suck it gently, and as she did her hands slid up and over his shoulders and tightened there. At the same time her legs spread slightly and gave him easier access to the softness of her love box.
He fumbled with the elastic band, slipped his hand inside, and began to rub the sensitive folds of her cunt. By the time he got a finger between the turgid lips, the love juice was flowing, and he slid a finger into the hot grasping snatch, she moaned deep in her throat and clutched him tighter. Uncle Luke was sure right, he thought, and he used his other hand to open his pants and pull out his stiff, throbbing cock.
She stirred and glanced down, her eyes widening as she saw his great, swelling shaft. He could feel her stiffen, and he slipped another finger into her cunt now so that he had two fingers working in her seething passage.
"Oh, Jett! It's so big! What are you going to do?" she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the prodigious prick.
"You know what I'm going to do."
He gripped her panties by the top and began to work them down over her hips and legs. She raised herself up to help him, and when they dropped to the floor at her feet she stared at them for a moment, then looked again at his dick.
"I'm not sure I want you to, Jett. That's so big." Her voice was hushed and reverent. "I've never had one like that in me. Really I haven't."
"Don't be bashful, Doris. You're going to like it." His hands were on her hips, under her skirt, pulling her onto his lap. His eyes were feasting on the triangle of golden-toast-colored curls that crowned the juncture of her thighs. The lips of her cunt were swollen,, standing out amidst the rich foliage with a touch of deeper coral showing in between. He sighed and pulled her closer. Her legs were spread so that she was straddling his knees. She put one hand down and touched his quivering cock.
"I've never seen one that big, Jett. I don't know if I can take it all."
He ignored her words and pulled her close to him. Her hand had closed on his cock now and she positioned it so that the huge purple head was pressed between her flushed cunt lips and against the soft wet opening of her seething sheath. He drew her down and forward, and she beg-an to settle on his cock, the head of it stretching her vagina more than his fingers had as it began to enter her.
She moaned deep in her throat and closed her eyes, putting both arms around his neck and wriggling her ass around, seating his cock further up into her. He pulled her head down and closed his mouth over hers, kissing her with passion. Her cunt was tighter on his cock than either his aunt's or Mrs. Edmunds's had been, and he felt a fierce need to possess her, to bury his cock deep within her.
She was younger, she was prettier, and she was his. He was the one who had taken the initiative, whereas before it had always been an older woman. They had taught him, and he had learned his lessons well. Now, by demanding and taking Doris's body to use, he had satisfied the masculine instinct for domination, and the sensation was all the more satisfying because of it.
And so he reveled in the heat and constriction as the hot cunt pressured his cock, as it slid down over his stiff meat with an increasing tightness as he entered her deeper and deeper. Then at last she was all the way down and his cock was buried to the hilt in the tight moist scabbard of her body, and he held her by the waist and worked his hips around, fucking up into her with a slow, rotating, rhythmic beat.
Her tongue was a slashing sword in his mouth, her arms like steel cables around him, and her hips caught his rhythm and moved in unison with him, rolling, tilting, her cunt moving in delicious patterns of sensation that sent the lava boiling through his veins. They fucked slowly at first, but as the minutes passed the tension mounted, and he began to accelerate his movements till he was jerking up with a frenzied impatience, and she bucked and rolled on his cock with frenetic energy. The explosion came.
She sat there for some minutes afterwards, enjoying the feeling of his limp but still warm cock as it lay in her vagina. She kissed him gently.
"You'd better sign those forms now, Jett."
"Are they ready?"
"What in hell's going on?"
The enraged voice was that of his Uncle Luke as he stormed into the office. Doris slid off Jett's lap and smoothed the skirt down around her legs while the youth got up and sheepishly put his limp cock away.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Luke."
"Sorry? Sorry! What the hell good is sorry? I'm not paying you for fucking my clerk!" He slammed a bank bag down on the desk.
"But you told me yourself, Uncle Luke. You said to get a piece of tail around here close."
"But not right here in my office!"
"I'm sorry," repeated Jett, edging back toward the door that opened on the shop. "I won't do it again. Honest."
"By God, you'd better not. Not on working hours, anyway." He glared at the muscular youth, who closed the door behind him and made his way back to his station.
Luke turned then to the girl who faced him with downcast eyes. He pursed his lips. "I'm surprised at you, Doris. I never thought you'd do something like that-right here in the office."
"I-I guess I lost my head. I don't know what came over me. It'll never happen again, believe me."
He studied her face. "Well, I'm not sure if I want to hear you say that, Doris." He paused while she looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Of course, I don't want to have you doing anything like that with Jett again, but you've worked for me for quite a while now. I'd like you to come sit in the corner there with me while we discuss your behavior a little further."
He slipped an arm around her waist and led her behind the filing cabinets.