Chapter 5
Toby moved her hips forward in the big easy chair, and raised the leg that wasn't draped over the arm of the chair, lifting the bent knee high and swinging it outward, spreading her feast of flesh even wider to Steve's hungering mouth. Her moist open cunt was even with the edge of the chair's seat-cushion, tilted upward, in the ultimate of warm, inviting welcomes. The boy's open mouth moved unswervingly, but slowly, as if savoring the anticipation of the taste of twat, toward the exquisite moist magnet of her juicy muff.
"Wait, Steve," she said, her eyes on the tongue that was protruding now, only inches from her supremely palatable pussy. "Don't start gobbling it yet. Let me spread it out for you, so you can see what you're doing. It's the only way to learn."
She reached down with both hands, and, with the tips of her fingers, gently spread the soft yielding lips of her cunt, opening and flattening the tender ridges and folds of bright pink inner flesh. Pussy on a platter, she thought inanely. Youth will be served.
"Now," she said, "touch it here, with just the tip of your tongue." With her forefinger, she touched the elusive little eel of her clitoris.
With the stiffened tip of his tongue, Steve touched the swelling bud of her sensation, then ran his tongue up and down, then across, with swift, fluttery strokes.
"Ah, that's it," Toby murmured, feeling her hips starting to wriggle of their own accord, her cunt lifting itself upwards. "Lick my clit, lick it up and down, back and forth. With your whole tongue, now. Aah, that's it." Oohh, it felt so good. A natural-born nookie-nibbler, this boy.
"Now," she said, sounding to herself like an instructor in a college classroom again, "slide your whole tongue in. As deep as it will go. Into my cunt."
Steve did as he was told. She writhed a little more as his tongue plunged deep. Ah, delicious. She took her fingers away from the lips of her cunt, and placed her hands gently behind Steve's head.
"Now suck," she said. "Gobble my cunt. Eat my whole juicy pussy."
But Steve didn't have to be told. His whole mouth covered her cunt now, sucking, licking, kissing. His tongue stabbed deep, then withdrew to diddle her clitoris with fluttering little licks, back and forth, up and down, then slid deep again. His mouth never left the oasis of her bubbling, boiling twat, sucking thirstily, hungrily, as his tongue plunged and delved and explored.
"Ah, Steve," she breathed, through clenched teeth, "you'll-never-learn-any-more-about-sucking-cunt-than you-know-now."
But Steve apparently didn't hear. He was too busy with his frenzied lapping of her pussy. And he was making a lot of noise-wet, sucking, slithering sounds.
Toby put a finger on his forehead, urging his face away from its pleasure between her warm thighs. She was suddenly, urgently in need of a hard, reaming cock.
"Enough of this foolish love-making," she said, looking into the boy's lust-glazed eyes. "Now, right now, let's you and me fuck. Fuck, do you hear me? Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Steve got to his feet and just stood there, looking at her, not sure what to do next. But there was nothing uncertain about his cock. It stood out from his slender body like the sturdy lower branch from the trunk of an oak tree.
Toby stood up and let her short robe, which had been spread wide and forgotten beneath her in the chair, slide from her shoulders to the floor. She saw Steve's eyes focus on her naked, jiggling boobs, and glanced down.
Her nipples, poking out pinkly, contrasted sharply with the soft whiteness of the buoyant globes, like stiff wrinkled pointing fingers. A tit man, too, this boy, she thought. Leg man, ass man, cunt man, and tit man, all rolled into one neat young package. She'd remember that. But right now, there was only one thing to do. The further education of Steve.
"Lie down on the bed, on your back," she said, in an urgent whisper.
"But," Steve said, "I thought you were going to let me fuck you."
"I am," she said, smiling tensely. "We're going to fuck now. My way. I'll fuck you, this first time. Just lie down. Face up. Cock in the air."
Steve did as he was told. But with a look of wonderment on his face.
All at once Toby's need was not so desperately urgent. It was her turn to savor the sight of her pleasure-to-come, and "come" was the word.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and focused her gaze on Steve's upright, eager organ. God, he had a big one, for a boy. A whole lot of lucky, palpitating pussies would welcome that prize of a prick, in the years to come. And she would be the first. A shiver of anticipation ran down her back, puckering her ass-hole.
What she liked most about the look of Steve's cock, she realized, was the tender, unspoiled innocence of it. She leaned over, to look down at it. The swollen-to-bursting head almost glistened, a bright, blushing red, and the opening in its center seemed to be looking at her, like an unwinking eye. She'd had bigger cocks slide into her craving cunt, yes, and into her warm sucking mouth, but never one that looked so irresistibly appealing, so joyously eager and young.
"I love your cock," Toby said, reaching out and squeezing it gently, turning her head sideways to look into Steve's face.
"Well, I love your cunt," he said. "It tastes so delicious I want to find out what it feels like when it swallows my whole cock."
"Swallows is a good word," Toby said. "I want to eat up your big beautiful dork, when I take it into my twat. Devour your cock, in my greedy cunt. And grateful cunt, Steve, don't you forget that."
"Please," Steve groaned. "Please. Can't we fuck now, and talk about it later?"
"One thing you have to learn," Toby said. "A lot of the pleasure of fucking is in the anticipation, in what goes before."
Steve groaned again, but didn't say anything. His hand came up to brush one minutely jiggling boob.
Toby let her hand slip loosely, tantalizingly, down the straining length of Steve's cock. It felt like some land of thick hickory handle, encased in a soft sheath of tender, sensitive, velvety skin. She was being a maddening tease now, she knew. But she was teasing herself even more than she was teasing Steve. Punishment, but a tantalizing kind of punishment that she'd let explode into some frantic fucking, very soon now. And Steve would learn what it was all about. Learn that the waiting was worth it.
"It's like a mouth, you know," she whispered, looking into Steve's strained face, feeling the steady pulse of his swollen undercook against the warm sliding palm of her hand.
"What is like a mouth?" Steve said haltingly, in a tight, choked voice.
"My cunt, Steve," she said, in her husky, insinuating whisper. "My cunt is like a mouth, dear boy, with lips, and a little tongue, and a palate, a very soft palate. My cunt can taste, and lick, and suck, and gobble, and swallow. All in a soft, gentle way, you understand. My cunt is a very nice, warm, loving mouth, to taste and swallow up that delicious young cock of yours."
"For Christ's sake," she heard a voice saying, "go ahead and fuck."
She turned her head. Roy. She'd forgotten all about Roy. She decided to ignore him. This was her party, now, hers and Steve's.
She still had Steve's cock in her hand. She started sliding it up and down, very slowly, moving the soft sheath of skin around the hard shaft. Steve's hand was behind her now, feasting on the soft rounded hills of her ass. She felt a finger sliding into the sensitive crevice between the mounds, and wriggled away.
"Just for a second," she said to Steve, "I want to taste your cock in my mouth again."
She leaned over, opened her moist warm mouth wide, and enveloped the swollen head of his cock, letting her tongue slide underneath to lick back and forth on the wrinkled sensitive shawl of skin just behind and under the blushing, delicious hard head.
"Mmmmmm," Toby moaned, taking Steve's cock deeper into her mouth, sucking it and licking at the same time.
"Aah," Steve breathed. "Oh, Jesus, but that feels wonderful."
"For God's sake," she heard Roy saying, "the boy wants to fuck you. Don't just suck him off again."
Roy was right. The time had come. She didn't want Steve to explode without even getting his cock inside her, for its first taste of cunt.
She took her mouth away from the boy's slippery-wet prick, giving the underside of it one last, loving lick, and sat up, shaking the hair out of her eyes.
"Ready, Steve?" she asked, smiling.
"Holy Christ," the boy said. "What a question!"
Toby climbed up onto the bed and stood erect, astride Steve's hips. She looked down, and with secret delight watched his face as he stared up at the moist pink welcome of her ripely parted pussy. She began to bend her knees, then, and let herself down with tantalizing, deliberate slowness toward Steve's hickory-hard, upward-straining young cock, feeling her twat opening wider as her upper thighs spread and her knees came into contact with the bed.
She reached down to guide the bursting head of Steve's virgin cock to her open, oozing, now-ravenous cunt-mouth, but it was only token guidance. His straining cock, by pure instinct, would have found the safe, warm berth of her cunt in total, stormy darkness. Her twat was a flesh-magnet to the steel in his young cock.
Just before letting her hungering cunt take in the head of Steve's fevered cock, Toby looked down. The rich brown triangle of her pussy-fur was glistening with her wetness, the neat open cleft of her cunt lips showing the delicate, quivering little ridges of soft pink membrane inside. Her whole cunt, she noticed, from the lips inward, seemed a much deeper pink than usual. Steve's busy mouth and tongue, she supposed, had brought up her cunt-color.
She lowered herself a little more, slowly, until the hard swollen head of Steve's thrusting prick touched the open wet outer lips of her cunt.
She lowered herself farther, with exquisitely slow timing, not touching the rigid shaft with her hand now, the need for even token guidance gone now, until the whole exploring young head of his straining cock was enveloped in the slavishly warm wet welcome of her cunt-entrance. Then, inch by deHcious inch, she lowered herself on the eager, thrusting young shaft, feeling the stiff young rod of joyously probing muscle sliding easily up inside her, spreading her slippery, tingling cunt walls, until it was all the way up, deep inside her, and her cunt was pressed hard against his up-thrust pelvic mound.
She raised herself slowly, then, feeling her cunt sucking greedily at Steve's rigid shaft, and when her inner cunt lips were at the sensitive neck of his cock, just below the head, she squeezed, contracting her cunt muscles, once, twice, and again.
"Holy good Jesus Christ!" Steve whispered hoarsely. "Now I know what heaven means."
The boy's eyes were squeezed shut, and he started to raise his hips, to arch his cock deeper into the incredible, soft, smothering delicacy of her ecstasy-giving, expert cunt.
"Lie still, Steve," Toby said. "This time, let me do most of the work."
She let her cunt slide down his shaft once more, so the hard knob of his prick-head was deep up inside her again. Then she began to fuck him, ever so slowly, lifting her wetly clutching cunt up and away from his body deliberately, tantalizingly; her twat-lips clung firmly around his shaft like the lips of a mouth, sucking. Then, when her cunt was up around the neck of his cock, she'd lower herself again, slowly, until he was fully imbedded. God, it felt wonderful to her, that stiff, alive, rock-hard young cock up inside her. Delicious was the word for it; she could almost taste it.
She had to smile. She was supposed to be doing this for him.
Toby kept it up for a long time, sliding up and down slowly, tasting every inch of the strong young shaft, and there were plenty of inches to taste. Every once in a while she stopped her sliding, up-and-down fuck trips to squeeze his cock with practiced little contractions of her inner cunt lips.
Despite her sucking him off earlier, she had expected him to explode into orgasm fairly soon, but he seemed to have a remarkable amount of control, especially if this was really his first real fuck. But he seemed to have reached some kind of plateau of ecstasy. His eyes, she noticed, were half-closed, as if he were about to drop off to dreamland. And, at the same time, Toby's twat sent her a message: some of the hard swelling was diminishing, the boy's cock was losing some rigid-ity.
Swiftly, Toby wetted the middle finger of her right hand in her mouth, and reached down behind her. She probed beneath the soft heavy sac of Steve's full, firm testicles, found the puckered entrance between the cheeks of his ass, and pushed. Her finger slid past only token resistance up into his ass-hole, to the middle joint.
Steve's eyes popped open, and his hips arched in surprise. Toby felt his cock swell, stiffen, and become hard as granite again in her slippery cunt-grasp.
"Now, Steve?" she said. "Ready for the finale?"
Steve only grunted, and looked at her, and grinned. His cock was in her to the hilt.
She slid her finger deeper into his ass-hole and began working it in and out, all the while sliding up and down his shaft, faster and faster. Steve had learned fast; his hips arched upward as he pumped his long sturdy young cock up into her, meeting her every descent.
Impaled as she was on that superb young javelin of muscle, Toby still had the feeling of being in complete control, as if the eager, super-willing cock pounding up into her, fucking her into a joyous jelly inside, were her very own toy, to play with, to pleasure herself with. Steve's cock, Steve's instrument, became her instrument, the bow to draw across the strings of her rapturous violin of a cunt. She was making beautiful music inside herself, sliding up and down in a rhythm of her own making. The hickory-hard head of his cock became a drum thumper, beating on the tom-tom of her vibrating cunt-depths.
Toby had a whole symphony going as she slid up and down, fucking with a frenzy on the stiff slippery shaft of Steve's brave young cock; but gradually her selfish vertical fucking took on a jazz rhythm, her finger working in and out of his ass-hole on the offbeat.
Then, all of a sudden, Roy was sitting naked on the edge of the bed. With an unmistakable hard-on, and an unmistakable need; and an unmistakable understanding that Toby wouldn't let him down.
She didn't. Without hesitating, and without pausing in her frenzied fucking and finger-reaming of Steve's ass-hole, she leaned over, opened her mouth wide, and began expertly to suck Roy's thick, veined, brown cock.
"You're a good girl," Roy said, leaning back and fucking her soft busy mouth with short, gentle strokes.
Being careful to keep up her lively sucking of Roy's cock, Toby began to ride her hips back and forth as well as up and down, giving Steve's pumping shaft a furious fucking; but he was game, and his hips kept pumping his cock frantically up into her, as if asking for more. Her lively, sliding clitoris ground against the hard mound at the base of his cock with every squirming thrust. Her inner cunt lips were squeezing, contracting spasmodically, clutching the slippery, sliding shaft. Then a shudder passed through her, from the inside out, and she heard a quivering groan starting deep in her throat, muffled only by the deep gag of Roy's probing cock.
She could hear Steve moaning, too, and her private symphony was at a crescendo, exploding in a climax of roaring sound and rapturous sensation. Her hips squirming, her cunt in a delirium, she was coming, and coming, and coming, in the best orgasm she'd felt in a long time.
Her cunt muscles kept tightening and loosening, squeezing spasmodically; her climax went on in a sort of clenching delirium, in waves, over and over. She heard herself groaning and moaning in her private agony of delight, but she couldn't help herself, and she didn't care. Without thinking, just automatically, she kept up her practiced, expert sucking of Roy's cock.
And then she was intimately aware of Steve jetting juices gushing up into her, immersing some of her inner fires, and a moment later Roy was coming, spurting into the back of her throat. Toby swallowed, and swallowed again, feeling that her cunt was doing pretty much the same thing with Steve's copious gushings.
Toby slid sideways, at last, letting Roy's slackening pecker fall from her lips, feeling Steve's now-limber limb slide from her sated cunt. Reluctantly, it seemed to her, tired as she was. She hoped, but dimly and feebly, that it was reluctantly.
She lay on her back, her legs apart, her cunt oozing sperm and contentment, arid looked wearily up at both of them, where they were standing, suddenly silent and awkward, at the side of the pulled-down bed.
"Well," she said softly, smiling wanly at Steve, "what do you think of fucking?"
Steve smiled, but his eyes were more than smiling. They glowed, in a kind of wonderment.
"I can't believe it," he said. "And you. I can't believe that anyone can be as wonderful as you."
"Flatterer," she said, dropping her eyes demurely and covering her cunt with her hand.
"I mean it," Steve said. "You're much too good for a growing boy."
"You grew up very fast. I have to tell you, Steve, you're a man now."
"Man or boy," Steve said, serious all at once, "I'll never be able to get enough of it, from now on."
"There's always tomorrow," Roy said, twirling a lone small ice cube around in his empty glass.
"Tomorrow?" Toby said, sitting up. "There's a lot left of tonight."
Roy grinned at her, in open admiration.
"You're a brave girl, Toby."
"No. Just a very healthy, very horny girl."
"No," Roy said, not smiling now. "Just a very bright and honest girl. Frank. Forthright. Generous. And very, very lovely."
"Amen," Steve said.
"Gee, fellas," Toby said, and stood up. "How about a drink?"
It was almost two in the morning by the time they put their clothes on to leave. Roy said he was dead beat, and looked it, although he'd fucked her only once more after she'd sucked him off.
Steve, that miraculous young man, had fucked her three more times, each one seeming better than the last, if that was possible. And he didn't look tired at all, as he and his uncle stood by the door, trying to find a graceful way to say goodnight. Or goodbye.
Toby knew it wasn't goodbye, for Steve, anyway. She'd written him a little note, and slipped it into his pocket while Roy was in the bathroom.
"Read it when you get home," she'd whispered. "I hope to see you again."
"Wild horses couldn't keep..." Steve had started to say, but Roy had emerged from the bathroom.
"Well," Toby said, as she worked to open the eccentric door latch, "it was nice of you both to come."
She hadn't meant to use that phrase, but they all had to laugh. God, how corny can you get, at this tired hour of the morning? In mutual weariness, she thought wanly, any damn fool little thing seems funny.
"Will I be seeing you again?" Roy asked, when she had the door open. He was ignoring his nephew, almost pointedly, with the question.
"I hope so," she said, with almost formal politeness. "Call me either here or at the office. I've told you where I work."
"When I was a little kid," Steve said, looking very awkward and very young now, standing by the open door, "every time we went to another lad's party, what they always gave us for dinner was fricasseed chicken. And peas. When I left, I had a standard thing to say to the hostess. Thank you, I'd say, for the chicken, peas and rice." Toby couldn't help noticing how brown his eyes were. He was looking at her very earnestly.
"That was very nice of you," she said, feeling vaguely uneasy.
"So," he said, "what can I say now? Thank you, for the chicken, peas, and rice."
She squeezed his hand. What could she say?
They each bent and kissed her on the cheek, in turn, before she closed the door behind them.