Chapter 2
For all her inner excitement and eager, horny anticipation, when she put down the phone Toby was all at once completely cool, completely in control. First things first, she told herself. What to wear?
It took her no longer to make up her mind than it took her to get undressed-about six seconds. She took her sexiest garment off a hook in the closet and slipped it on over her head-a very short, very flimsy, very loose flowered opaque reddish African night dress. The billowing loose hem extended down only far enough to barely conceal her pussy if she stood very still and did not lean back. After a moment's consideration, she stepped into a pair of flimsy, translucent, bikini-style white nylon panties. After all, the nephew was only sixteen. She didn't want him coming in his pants before the action started.
She pulled out the wide sofa bed, smoothed the covering blanket, and surveyed the already-neat surroundings of her one-room studio apartment. Give the boys a better look, she thought, and went around the room, turning on all the lamps, once or twice getting a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the wall by the door. She had to smile. Roy Horlick was an ass man, very evidently; but he was in for a bonus. Granted, that her high, ripe, rounded ass was a joy to behold, a delight to touch; she also had mouth-watering legs that had been giving boys hard-ons since her sophomore year in high school.
Which she might still have been, at first glance, with that gamin face and wide innocent eyes and pert bobbing breasts. Nobody would guess she was twenty-six, until he'd looked into those wide wise eyes, heard that throaty, knowing voice.
Her breasts were a delight, all in themselves, and the garment did little to conceal them. It was cut loosely to the waist in front, far down under the arms, so that every time she moved, at least one breast was openly in view, in jiggling profile, from some angle. And even where cloth covered one lively white globe, the puckered pinkness of a nipple peeped through. Most teen-agers are tit-men, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. These ought to do something for him. Roy's nephew, she realized with amusement, seemed to be more on her mind than Roy "Horny" Horlick himself. Oh, well. Whatever turns you on, as he'd said himself.
She was getting out ice cubes for drinks when the downstairs buzzer rang. She held the button on the wall to let them in, and was waiting with the apartment door ajar when they got to the head of the stairs.
She grinned her greeting to them, held the door wide as they came in, and closed it behind them.
She turned to face them, her hand on the inside doorknob.
Looking at her, with all of her five-foot-three of delectable, ripe, sweepingly-curved warm live flesh on brazen display to his gaze for the first time, Roy Horlick had trouble finding his voice. Toby took him lightly by the elbow and led him to the one easy chair.
He sat down, still speechless, drinking her in thirstily. His nephew just as silently took a precarious, tentative seat on the edge of the opened bed.
"Well," she said, smiling, with one hand perched on one provocative hip, "don't you introduce people?" She looked at the nephew, her smile involuntarily getting wider, warmer.
He was a nice-looking boy, as tall as Roy, but bony and awkward where Roy was lean and smooth-moving. He had a lot of hair, brown hair darker than her own. More hair than his uncle, whose high forehead showed signs of getting higher. She figured Roy for his early thirties, somewhere.
"Toby, this is my nephew Steve. He's as speechless as I am. You're a sight to strike strong men dumb."
"Or bring statues to life," Steve said, almost inaudibly, tearing his eyes away from her to look at the floor.
"Why, thank you," she said, and did an exquisite little barefooted curtsy, letting her hem billow upward, her breasts bob freely, happily, and very noticeably, under the loose light cloth. "Gin and tonic all right for you, Roy? That's what I'm drinking."
"Perfect."
"Same for you, Steve? Or would you rather have a beer."
"I sure could use a beer," Steve said, looking at her out of wide, strained eyes. She felt abruptly, fleetingly, sorry for him, he was trying so hard to look just at her face, not at the rest of her. Well, she'd make it up to him. Soon.
When she'd come back to them with their drinks she sat across from them, on her big hassock, and crossed her legs, and smiled openly at Steve. He couldn't take his eyes away from the lively jiggling of her breasts, in no way concealed by the gaping slash in the upper part of her garment. And she'd given him a good, full view of both lively globes swinging free as she'd bent over and handed him his beer.
"I want you to understand that I'm not trying to embarrass you, Steve, when I ask you some things," she said. "I just want to know, because I used to teach students not much older than you, in college. But I never really got to know any of them, on a personal level, and I'm pretty damn curious."
"Anything you want to ask," Steve said, almost inaudible again, his focus on the stiffening pinkness of her left nipple poking through thin cloth.
"What do you like most about girls?" Toby asked, leaning back and casting a quick glance at
Roy. He was watching her, with a look of patient amusement. Well, she thought, he'd have to be patient. His nephew fascinated her. It was a new experience, for her, having a young boy like this-an innocent one, at that-right here, for the asking.
"I like practically everything about girls," Steve said, his voice stronger now, his eyes on her face. "Only I don't have much experience with them."
"Don't worry," she said, "nature'll take care of that, when the time comes." And the time was coming, a lot sooner than he knew. Or was he beginning to suspect? He was looking surer of himself, every second. "Anyway, what specifically do you like best about girls? About their bodies?"
"I still don't know what you mean."
"Well, to be frank, among men there are those who are tit men, and leg men, and ass men. They have preferences for certain parts of the female anatomy. Your Uncle Roy, for example, is an ass man." She grinned now at Roy, arid he grinned back. Toby got to her feet, put her drink down on the hassock, and stood sideways to the two of them, so her ripe, rounded ass stood out in profile. She raised the hem in back up to her waist, and poked her ass out just a little further.
"like it?" she asked.
"Love it," Roy said. "Come here."
"You just wait. Steve?"
"It's lovely," he said, staring, "just to look at."
Toby's excitement was rising, now, but under control. She was enjoying this; she was in no hurry at all, now.
"Would you like to feel it, as well as look at it."
"Jesus," Roy said, and gulped noisily. She didn't look at him. "Yes," Steve said quietly.
She stepped over and stood sideways in front of him, then, on impulse, reached up to the elastic of her panties and slid them down far enough to bare the smooth white resilient globes of her ass.
"Jesus!" she heard Steve saying, in a choked voice, as she swung the twin ripe delights of her buttocks around toward him. "Jesus!" She felt his hands moving over the velvety resilient contours, lightly at first, then more slowly, pressing and caressing, as if his fingers were tasting the delicious snowy flesh-fruit. Another ass-man in the family, Toby thought, and wriggled slightly, as Steve's finger traced down the intimate crevice between the cheeks, exploring lightly downward.
When the tip of his finger reached tentatively down and under, touching the few stray silken hairs, then the soft tender folds at the very underedge of her cunt, she wriggled again, not angrily, and put one hand on the back of Steve's neck and leaned over to whisper into his ear.
"Later," she breathed. "Let's save my pussy for dessert." A new thought was starting in her mind: make a man of the world of this boy, in one easy lesson-She stepped away from Steve's hands, and stepped out of her pants, in one swift motion. As she straightened she noticed Roy's strained features, the look of agonized hunger for her, in his eyes.
"Be patient," she said, smiling. "We've lots of time for everything you want to do. I want to do things with Steve, first."
"Anything you say," Roy said, and shrugged. "You're worth waiting for."
She sat down again on the big hassock, facing Steve, her gorgeous legs in all their swelling glory pointing toward him, but with the knees primly together.
"Before you see any more of me, Steve," she said. "Don't you think you should take some of those clothes off? It's warm in here."
"It sure is," Steve said, and stood, and was out of his clothes in ten seconds. Except for his shorts. The left leg stood out at a grotesque angle.
"Why, Steve," she said, coyly if huskily. "I do believe you've got a hard-on."
Steve stood where he was, looking at her but not moving.
"Aren't you going to take off your shorts? Don't you want to show me your cock?"
Steve stood stock still, then shook his head, slowly. Embarrassment had taken hold of him, all at once.
Toby let her legs come apart, slowly, as Steve stared. When her legs had come far enough apart so that she felt the lips of her pussy parting, opening the inner pinkness of her twat to the boy's gaze, she looked at him, smiling.
"I'm going to let you put your cock in there, in my soft warm wet pink cunt. I'm going to let you fuck me, Steve. Now can't I please see your cock?"
Without taking his eyes from the pink magnet of her pussy, Steve bent abruptly and stepped out of his shorts. When he straightened, his rigid cock stood out in front of him, in full glory, at a forty-five degree angle above the horizontal.
Toby took a deep, surprised breath and opened her eyes wide. Why, it was magnificent! It was no boy-size cock at all. It was long, thick, pulsing upward, and looked rigid and strong enough to hang a heavy handbag on. But for all its size, for all its very evident rigidity and hardness, there was something different about Steve's stiff, thick cock that started a wave of strange new excitement washing over Toby. And then she knew what it was: his cock looked so young, so tender, with its soft stretched sheath of parchment-thin veined skin around the marble-hard shaft, the glistening taut swollen head, pinkening now, getting darker as she watched, as if ready to explode.
Involuntarily, as her legs spread themselves wider and her pussy began to ooze, Toby's mouth opened, and as it did, she knew why: she wanted to taste that delicious virgin shaft, and was torn between where to taste it first, in her upper or lower mouth. And then, in control again, she remembered her earlier plan. There was time for everything.
Steve was still gazing fixedly at her moist, pinkly pouting cunt.
"Kiss it hello, Steve," she said, quietly.
His eyes flashed to her face. He looked startled.
"What?"
"Kiss my pussy," she said. He didn't move.
"If I lass your cock first, will you?"
He didn't answer. But he was staring at her pussy again, and the tip of his tongue appeared, briefly, as he licked his lips. A very good sign, she thought.
"Come here, Steve." She held her hands up, spread wide apart in a hip-high gesture of welcome. Steve moved woodenly toward her and stood close to her, between her opened knees.
She placed her hands gently on his lean, bony hips, and drew him closer as she leaned forward and down, with her tongue extended. With just the tip of her tongue, she touched the tiny wrinkled gathering of skin just beneath his cock-head, then licked back and forth across his undercook with a quick flurry of her softened skin.
She felt the boy's body go rigid.
"Jesus!" he hissed. "Oh, Jesus!"
She opened her mouth, then, and took in the whole swollen glistening pink head of his cock,, closing her mouth warmly around the shaft, sliding her tongue back and forth across the velvety softness under the neck of his straining prick. Then, resisting the strong urge to begin sucking his delicious young cock in earnest, she drew her mouth away quickly. She knew with certainty, at that instant, that with one deep suck the boy would explode into orgasm. No fucking for this boy, she thought. Not quite yet. She had another little plan in mind.
"Now," she said, looking up at him and smiling moistly, her lips still tasting the tenderness of his cock, "will you lick my pussy?"
Steve looked quickly over at where Roy was sitting-she'd almost forgotten about Roy-looked back hungrily at her pussy, and sank to his knees between her spread thighs.
She leaned back slightly, put her hands under her buttocks, and raised herself minutely, as if presenting her pussy on a platter. Steve needed no further encouragement. He opened his mouth, extended his tongue tentatively to touch one moist peeping fold, then enveloped her whole twat in one deep, sucking kiss.
"Aah," Toby said, and put her hands around Steve's head, gently encouraging him. "That's it, Steve. Kiss it. Suck it. Eat my cunt."
Steve began to lick, suck, gobble her twat as if he'd been starving for it all his life. Toby's hips rose, wriggled, pumped, squirmed, as the eager tongue sent shivers of sensation through her whole cunt-centered being.
But all at once she wanted more, much more; and she knew instinctively that Steve's exploding young cock was not the answer, not yet. But she'd take care of that, in short order.
"Enough, Steve," she said, putting her hand against his forehead and pressing him back. "Stand up again."
Looking at her, wondering, Steve got slowly to his feet, and once more she put her hands behind his hips and drew him closer.
"You can fuck me later," she said, "when you'll last longer. The way you are now, you'd come before you were halfway into my cunt. I'll just suck you off now. Take the edge off."
Steve didn't say anything. He seemed agreeable. She took the swollen-to-bursting, glistening head of his cock into her mouth, then some of the shaft, and started sucking softly, moving her head back and forth like a feeding bird, her lips moist and tender but tight around his rigid shaft, her tongue licking and smothering his undercook. His hips started thrusting forward spasmodically, as if he were fucking her mouth.
After a few long moments of delicious sucking, she realized that Steve was lasting longer than she'd expected. And she felt a hand on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes upward and found herself looking directly at Roy's hard cock, as big and as thick as Steve's but brown in color, seasoned-looking. Business-like, she thought inanely. A veteran cock. And she knew immediately that that's what she wanted, right then, more than anything. A good, solid veteran fucking.
"I can't stand it any more," she heard Roy saying, in a tight voice. "Finish sucking him off on the bed."
She knew right away what he meant. With some kind of natural instinct, so did Steve. He backed to the bed and lay down in the middle of it, and Toby moved with him, never taking her mouth from his cock.
She resumed her sucking on the bed, with her knees apart, her ass invitingly elevated. She felt Roy's weight as he mounted behind her, felt the head of his rigid cock slide to the intimate crevice between the ripe resilient mounds of her ass.
Oh, God, he's going to bugger me, she thought. Fuck me up the ass. She put a hand around behind her to deflect his probing cock, but she'd been wrong. Roy's cock slid down, to the open, moist waiting lips of her cunt, and started to enter the warm welcome there.
But just then, with a shudder, Steve came, trembling, his warm fluid spurting against the roof of her mouth and back into her throat. Feeling behind her, she closed her hand around the base of Roy's cock, stopping its entrance halfway into her cunt, while she swallowed Steve's juices, swallowed again, and kept on sucking, until there was nothing but limp young prick between her lips.
Steve rolled away and stood up, as Toby relinquished her grip on Roy's cock and rolled over, letting it slip from her cunt. But only for a moment.
She lay on her back and spread her legs in joyous abandon, reaching out to guide Roy's great straining cock to her now-ravenous cunt-mouth.
"Now fuck me, Roy," she breathed, losing control completely now, for the first time in months. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."