Chapter 8
When Chuck arrived back at his cabin that evening and found the note on his pillow, he figured that he must be in some kind of trouble. He hadn't broken curfew. So what could it be? Why would Miss DeVore want to see him, as the note said, as soon as he got in this evening? It was midnight!
Nevertheless, there was no way he could ignore the request. And besides, he was rather curious as to what it could all be about.
Trudging up the moonlit path to the impressive log house, he could see the flickering of the fireplace through the windows. It was, he had to admit, a pretty spot. And that Miss DeVore ... she wasn't bad either-still an attractive female, even if she was about twice his age. Since his encounters with Casey and Debbie, Chuck perceived women in an entirely new-and understandable-light.
He knocked lightly on the substantial pine door. "It's open. Come in."
He opened the door and saw Miss DeVore standing in the living room, bathed in the dancing shadows of the fire crackling in the hearth. His jaw slackened immediately.
She was wearing a titillating, shortie, terrycloth bathrobe, belted at the waist, which came down only to the tops of her thighs. Her dark hair had been let down and fell in silken, shimmering softness to her shoulders. Her long, tanned legs rippled down in curving richness to the high-heeled shoes she was wearing. With pouting red lips and tastefully made-up eyes, she was like the incarnation of some movie sex-queen of the forties or fifties.
Gazing at her stunning beauty, Chuck felt as if he had stumbled onto the set of an old movie studio. The lush round carpet, the old pine floors, the romance of the sizzling, snapping fireplace, all led to the overwhelming dreamlike effect.
Miss DeVore was a lovely, sexy lady. There was no doubt about it.
"Miss DeVore," he managed, gulping, "sorry I'm late. What was it you wanted to see me about?"
Placing one hand on her hip and shifting her weight provocatively onto one leg, Miss DeVore grinned wryly.
"It's the windows, Chuck. They're all stuck-won't open. It happens quite often when I have a fire going in here and the moisture from outside reacts, swelling the wood somehow. I'm just not ... strong enough ... to lift them ... and I can't sleep without fresh air! You are," she continued, "the only ... man ... around here right now. And you are ... young and strong ... surely you can get them unstuck for me?"
"Why, sure, ma'am ... I can try."
The windows were stuck a bit ... But then, they always stuck-something only she knew.
"See. Here's one." She strode over to a nearby living-room window. Bending slightly to grab the low handles, her skimpy robe rode up over her bountiful backside.
Standing behind her, Chuck could only stare.
She was wearing nothing underneath the robe!
Her bare ass cheeks were caressed by the weaving shadows from the fireplace, and when she tensed and strained once more to attempt to force the window up, Chuck could see the curly fringe of pussy hair peeking between the luscious buns!
His mouth went dry.
"See what I mean?" she asked, turning and facing him, once more adopting the hand-on-hip and weight-on-one-leg pose. Her robe had loosened slightly from her effort, and one well-turned boob threatened to escape and bob about erotically.
"Yes, ma'am ... I certainly do see what you mean." His eyes lingered on her breasts and long legs.
Amanda smiled inwardly, well aware of the spectacle she had presented to the boy. Working him up like this was more than half the fun, she thought.
"It is hot in here because of it-right?"
"Right." He had started to sweat-for many reasons.
"Don't be afraid to feel comfortable. Take your shirt off. Get cool. It'll be hot work, and could take awhile."
"Aw, naw, it's OK...."
"Don't be silly. I insist. You're helping me, and I want you to be comfortable."
"Well...."
"No ... really."
"OK...." He undid his shirt, stripped it off, and placed it on a chair. Unconsciously, he flexed his biceps, and the muscular chest and back rippled with youthful beauty.
Now it was Amanda's turn to be appreciative. Wow! she thought. What a hunk! He's gorgeous ... and young ... and big....
Chuck strode past her and gripped the window as she had done. He strained. The biceps bulged nicely and his back knotted; the window gave with a wrench and slid upward.
"There!" He stepped back.
"Terrific! Great!" She placed a hand on his arm in a gesture of thanks, letting it stay a bit too long. "Well, that's one ... How about another?"
"Sure. Lead the way."
"In the kitchen. Over the sink."
She strutted along in front of him.
"This one." She reached up and pushed at the unmoving window. Because pf its position over the sink, she had to bend and stretch in a manner that allowed her to tease Chuck Ramey mercilessly.
Her arms stretched out and she stood on tiptoe in her high-heels. The robe rode right up over her bare ass, revealing the clenched muscles in her buttocks and the puff of silken cunt hair nestled between her buns.
As she strained and stretched in mock exertion, Chuck's young cock strained and stretched at the erotic presentation.
Finally, huffing, she turned to face Chuck. "See! Same thing."
The tit that had been trying to break free from her robe previously had succeeded. It hung from her chest like a succulent, candy-tipped fruit, smooth and satiny and vibrant. She seemed not to notice, but contented herself with brushing her long hair from her eyes.
"Yes, ma'am. I see what you mean ... same thing." And with that he reached up and freed the window from its jammed moorings with a powerful wrench. Then he turned and faced her with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily, his flowing muscles restless beneath his bronzed skin. Amanda dropped her eyes to his crotch and observed the hard-on that was blossoming upward from his loins. It looked like a long, thick rope inside his tight pants, and stretched almost to his belt buckle.
A sheen of light perspiration covered his curly-haired chest. The sudden breeze from the newly opened window gave them both goose bumps.
"Another important one's in the bedroom," she said.
"In the bedroom...." he repeated without thinking.
He followed her long-legged strut into the bedroom. One side of the white-quilted bed was against the wall with the window. Amanda crawled up onto the bed and slipped over to the window on her knees. Then, kneeling, she bent toward the low window and tried to lift it.
Her bare bottom was thrust out at Chuck, assaulting his senses. He could see her dimpled asshole, her cuntlips, and the fabulous nest of cunt hair between her legs. The backs of her superb thighs were taut and smooth.
The big plum-like head of his swelling erection popped out of the top of his pants, as if gasping for breath. He felt faint.
"See?" She turned to glance at him over her shoulder, still sticking her bare ass out toward him. "Oh...." she said. "Oh my." Her eyes locked on the purple plum of his solid penis, peeping over his belt buckle. "Goodness," she added.
Chuck could feel the blood pounding in both a vein in his neck and in his throbbing, blood-engorged cock.
She wiggled her naked bottom almost imperceptibly, then turned and sat on the bed, her long legs tucked under her. Her robe had opened almost completely, and both swaying, bullet-tipped jugs pointed at him accusingly.
"What have we here, Chuck? It is warm in here, isn't it?" Teasingly, she undid her belt and slipped the robe off her shoulders, presenting herself naked as a jaybird, except for her high-heeled shoes.
"You seem to have a problem," she said, and reached out to drag herself to the edge of the bed by hooking her fingers in the belt of his pants. "About eight inches, I'd guess, would be the size of the problem....
Chuck found himself with Miss DeVore sitting naked on the bed in front of him, her face at the level of his belt, her wide eyes locked hypnotically on the big, swollen cockhead nosing out of his waistband.
"Well...." she repeated, and touched it with a teasing fingernail. It tingled and produced a tiny drop of white fluid from its burgeoning tip, which sat there tantalizingly.
"Well...." and this time, her pink tongue appeared out of nowhere and licked up the pearly drop from the tip of his bloated penis.
Chuck thought he would most surely burst! "Oooohhhhhh...."
"Delicious!" she said, licking and smacking her lips. "There must be more where that came from!" Her hands were busy at his belt buckle now, undoing it expertly and pulling down his zipper tab.
The mammoth penis eased out of the open pants, settling at a sixty-degree angle, pulsing rhythmically. Miss DeVore shoved his pants down to his knees, making him bare from his knees up.
She stared as though hypnotized by the great beast. I've truly discovered a beauty, she thought. This cock was one of the finest she'd ever set eyes on-a long, sleek, towering, swollen rapier, slung with a pair of golf-ball-sized testicles in a tempting hairy sac. His thighs, too, were strong and muscular. Amanda liked everything she saw....
She knew she was going to suck on it-and soon. She couldn't wait!
"Do you know what a sixty-nine is, Chuck?"
The lasciviousness of the idea stunned him.
He'd heard of a sixty-nine-the same as any other schoolboy or girl hears of such things-as forbidden ideas-as something naughty that one giggled about stealthily as though one was privy to a scandalous secret. And here was his boss suggesting it to him! His eyes feasted on her splendid, bared torso, and fantasized what she had just uttered.
"Yeah ... I think so," he replied finally. "I've never done it." He paused while they drank in each other's aroused nakedness. "But I'd like to try it, Miss DeVore."
Amanda smiled smugly. The evening had gone as she had planned, and would now proceed according to her preferences. She reached out and took his hot, throbbing penis in her cool hand, and he tensed visibly. She gave it a couple of experimental tugs, watching with amusement as Chuck's eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth fell open.
"Oh, Jesus, yes ... pull it ... pump it ... it's full of good stuff for you...." he moaned.
"I'm sure it is, Chuck. I can hardly wait!" She continued to slide the loose skin up and down the solid steel of his erection.
Then she pulled him forward onto the bed, dragging him by his elongated prick, where he tumbled, his pants still bunched at his knees. She lay on her side in one direction and rolled Chuck onto his side, facing her-his head pointed toward her feet. Then she shifted until they were gazing into each other's genitals, contemplating the delights hovering there.
Miss DeVore slid the high-heeled foot of her top leg to the back of the knee of the long bottom leg that was stretched out full length. She bent the top leg in an inverted V, the knee pointing at the ceiling, opening her treasured pussy wide for Chuck's hungry eyes and mouth.
"Rest your head on my thigh, dearie, and you can get at the treat that way quite easily."
He placed his head on the creamy, satin inner thigh, his lips and eyes mere inches from her delectable, hairy cunt.
"And this is for me!" Amanda said, grabbing the long, stiff penis and bending its staunch length toward her expectant face. Another drop of eager pre-cum fluid had seeped to the tip of the big, swollen cockhead. It rolled slowly in the tiny slit, a small measure of the inferno churning below.
Amanda's long tongue snaked out and licked it up hungrily. "Mmmmm! ... Delicious!" Then her tongue slithered all over the head, teasing and licking the glans, before sliding all the way down the big vein at the underside of the boy's hard cock.
She began to run her tongue over his swollen, tight balls, tickling them with devilish expertise.
"Miss DeVore ... Miss DeVore ... That's sensational!" Chuck groaned. "Lick my balls some more. They love it!"
She stopped momentarily. "Not unless you start licking my pussy. Stick your tongue in it. Eat it. Suck it." She hissed the last two words.
Chuck stared at the puffy, gaping lips of her seething cunt, at the puckered entrance to her femininity, at the budding, hooded clit peeping from the pink, fleshy folds.
Sure, he thought ... I'll eat it. "Pretty, scrumptious little cunt...." he said aloud, and touched the quivering clit with the tip of his tongue, pressing against it, gradually licking it in small circles.
"Yessss, Chuck! That's it! Lick my clit! It loves it-simply loves it! Do it, lover ... Do it!"
Rolling the rubbery clit around with his tongue, he inhaled the exotic female fragrance from her loins, dizzy now from the availability of such eager pussy. Her clit grew noticeably thicker and stiffer from his lingual caresses, making it a more enticing kernel for sucking.
So he closed his lips around it and began sucking.
"Oh, Christ! Yesssssss ... Oooooooooooooo...."
Amanda guided the bulbous head of his bloodinflamed cock between her red, parted lips, immersing a good two inches of it before closing her teeth gently on the tender skin and scraping up the rod carefully, bathing it in her hot breath. She did this twice more, teasing it simultaneously with her tongue. And then she plopped as much of the big shaft in her mouth as possible, and sucked it like a vacuum cleaner....
"MmMmMm ... Unh, unh ... Mmmllllwoooo . ... Chuck crooned ecstatically around the tasty, hard love button in his mouth, as she sucked voraciously on his big, stiff cock. She slid it into the liquid warmth, running it along the insides of her wet, hollowed cheeks, slipping it along her tongue and the roof of her mouth, literally slurping up the big, popsicle-like feast.
She closed her fist around the wide base of his cock to hold it steady, while running her fingertips over his testicles, making them churn with desire. And her tight, elastic lips sucked up and down the enormous piece of man-meat in her mouth, her tongue darting about its surface crazily.
He sent his tongue diving down into her molten gash, slithering up inside her, eating her enthusiastically. Then he licked her furrow over and over again, gradually working his way back to her magic button.
"Yes. Yes. The clit. Suck the clit again. Make me bang!" Amanda had momentarily slipped the delicious cock from her lips in order to direct Chuck's ardent attentions. Once done, the big prick slid back into her mouth, fucking her pretty lips lewdly, while she sucked it greedily, like a baby with a pacifier.
Their tanned, entwined bodies contrasted richly with the white quilted bedspread in the bedroom of the rustic log house. Chuck Ramey and Miss Amanda DeVore were aware of nothing else in the whole world except what they were sucking on and what was sucking on them. Mouths, cunt, cock....
They were going to drain each other, blast each other off. Miss DeVore's raised leg slowly settled down onto the side of the boy's face, pressing against his cheek, trapping his head high up between her long legs, securing his sucking mouth to her cunt. She increased her oral worship of his powerful, solid phallus, and they each, in turn, concentrated on giving the other the most intimate and profound and devastating pleasure.
They concentrated on sucking each other right off....
Her lips sucked and slid. Her tongue licked and caressed.
His lips tightened and pulled. His tongue lashed and prodded. And they built ... And built....
Toward full, breaking tension ... Toward inevitable, magnificent, sucking explosion!
Chuck's mighty cock blasted its load furiously down her throat, jerking and spasming and thrashing. She swallowed the whole load, hoping it might never stop.
Her pelvis stiffened and her body tensed and she bucked her hips wildly, completely out of control, lost to the sucking lips attached to her tender little clit. Her firm thighs squeezed the young boy's head, clamping him into position, trying to pull the sucking lips up inside her convulsing snatch to keep there forever. Writhing. Twisting. Squeezing. Sucking.
Until it could not continue.
Until it had to end.
In exhaustion.
And satisfaction....