Chapter 1
It's funny how after you hear someone gossiping about somebody else, that person becomes all the more fascinating.
That's the way it was with me and Shirley Clark. She's a gorgeous little blonde with honey-colored hair and a cute wiggling ass that you wouldn't believe. She lives right across the street from us, and I remember the day that they had the PTA meeting over at our house.
I pretended like I was studying my lessons, which I hardly ever do, but I had my old ear zeroed in on all that they were saying. My mother really raked Shirley over the coals, talking about how terrible it was that a married woman like her was carrying on with other men. The other women knew about it, too.
"She's really a bad image for the neighborhood," my mother said.
"I should say she is, my dear," one of the women agreed. "With her type around here, the property values in this neighborhood will be dropping down to nothing. Who wants a bordello in a family neighborhood."
I thought about it and did remember seeing some guys come and go there. For one thing, Shirley was alone quite a bit of the time since her husband was a traveling salesman for a shirt company.
After that I got to thinking about Shirley. I mean, I got to thinking about her when I'd be lying in bed late at night. Next thing I knew I'd be jerking up and down on my old prick, getting it hard, then having to pump it until I juiced. About the time I'd get real close, I'd close my eyes and I'd see Shirley's twisting blonde butt before me.
But one afternoon I decided I was gonna stop thinking about her and do something about getting to know her. I'd talked to her a few times and she'd been real friendly, but I'd never really made any kind of an effort to score with her. This particular day my mother was away playing bridge with some lady friends of hers. I figured that the time was perfect to make some kind of move. Even my older sister was gone, studying at the library for an important examination that she was going to take at the end of the week.
So the coast was clear. I saw Shirley in the front yard doing some watering. Let me tell you something. My old prick stood out there pretty tall when I saw her wearing some dazzling white shorts and a pink blouse. I always knew she had a good-looking ass, but this time I had a good chance to focus on both her legs and her tits.
I liked the smoothness of her satiny skin, and as it dazzled radiantly against the sun, I longed to reach out and touch those smooth, creamy beautiful white legs.
When I'd gotten satisfied by looking at her legs, I looked up and focused my attention on her blouse.
"I'll be damned, she's not wearing a bra under it," I sighed.
I looked down at my old peter, which was standing out there proud and ready for action. As I kept on focusing my eyes in the direction of her beautiful breasts, I became all the hungrier for her.
I did a little thinking. Sure, I was used to getting a little ass, even though I haven't been fourteen for all that long. Since I'm pretty tall for my age and I'm developing very fast, I've had some chances, usually with chicks older than me. But by older I mean like fifteen or sixteen, maybe seventeen at best. This chick had to be twenty-five if she was a day, and you never saw a better built one of twenty-five anywhere.
I kept hoping that she wouldn't give me the cold shoulder. After all, I was just a young kid perhaps to her, and it would have done my ego no good at all to get put down by somebody I really wanted.
I decided I wouldn't get anywhere, however, unless I had the guts to get in there and actually pursue Shirley. So I got off my ass and walked out of the house, stepping across the street so I could talk to her. I figured that there was always one good approach to use. It was a pretty hot afternoon, and I could ask her if she was thirsty. That would be least give me. the chance to fix her something to drink.
"Hi, Shirley," I waved real friendly-like as I walked across the street.
"Oh, how are you, Jerry?" she said pleasantly, a big smile covering her face.
"I'm fine. My but you're ambitious for such a warm afternoon."
"Just doing a little watering. This grass will die if I don't put some water on it on days like this."
"Yeah, I guess you're right about that. How about you coming over and having a glass of iced tea with me? My mother's gone and I've gotten a little bored just sitting around studying. I'd like to have somebody to talk to."
"Hey, that sounds like a real good idea," she said, looking me up and down quickly. "Give me about ten or fifteen minutes to finish this up, then I'll be over."
"That's great," I smiled. "That'll give me just about time enough to fix the tea and have it ready for you. What do you take in it?"
"Just a little lemon, if you please"
"Sure, so I'll see you then," I said, turning around and walking away.
Now it was just a question of containing myself, which wasn't easy. I had to keep telling myself as well that just because she was going to come over and have a glass of tea with me didn't mean that I was going to fuck her. Not necessarily anyway. But I couldn't get it out of my mind the way that she looked at me after I asked her. I kept wondering if she was really as wild as my mother and those old biddies she was talking to thought. If she was, then just maybe we'd have ourselves one hell of a blast.
I made the tea, after which I heard a knock on the front door.
My sexy dream girl was there and I let her in.
"Yeah, come on in," I said. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll bring the tea."
She sat down on the sofa. Once more I got a look at those beautiful creamy legs.
We drank the tea. I gulped mine down damned fast. I took a seat on the edge of the sofa, deliberately making certain that I left quite quite a bit of distance between us. Even though I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it, I didn't want to come on too strong too fast. If I did that I knew I ran the risk of losing my chance altogether.
I waited for her to finish the tea, then edged a little bit closer on the sofa. I looked into her eyes.
"You know, Shirley, you really do have beautiful blue eyes," I told her.
"You really think so?" she looked at me, eyeing me very carefully.
"Yeah, real nice."
"How about the rest of me? I suppose you like that, too."
"Oh, yes. I really like all of you. You're a very beautiful woman."
"That's what I thought," she laughed. "Let me just tell you one thing, honey. I'm not one of these gals who goes for a lot of bullshit. When
I want to fuck, I want to fuck. I think you brought me over here to fuck me. Isn't that right?"
She had me forced into a corner. I hesitated for a few moments, then decided that I might as well tell her the truth, since my subtle little routine hadn't worked at all.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right," she burst into laughter. "That's what's wrong with this whole fucking phony world today. Two people who want to fuck, but they're afraid to say so. I mean, they think that they're committing some kind of a sin or something. It's just terrible for them to admit that they want to satisfy a bodily urge. With me, baby, the urge is there a lot more often than it is with other people. Is that the way it is with you, too?"
"Yeah, you'd have to say that."
"That's just what I thought," she laughed.
I couldn't believe the way that Shirley came on. She edged her body over next to mine, reaching out with her left hand and swiftly unzipped my trousers.
"I can spot a hard-on from miles away," she laughed. "You had one on for me when you came out to talk to me. You wanted to fuck me real bad. You're a horny little pecker you are."
"I guess you've got me figured out pretty well."
"You're damned right I do," Shirley laughed. "I love good young cock."
"I just didn't want you to think that I was too young."
"Listen, sweetheart Any guy that can sprout a hard-on like that isn't too young. As far as I'm concerned, he's just right."
Shirley went to work with her experienced fingers. I could tell right off that she was damned used to fingering off guys.
Her first move was to take her right hand and begin to run it up and down the full length of my cock. As she moved it up and down the warm base, I felt good all over. She really had the movements down pat, and as her fingers manipulated up and down my cock with her right hand, she decided to put the left hand to work on my balls.
"How do you like those double sensations?" Shirley asked.
"I really dig them," I exclaimed, hardly able to hold my breath as I kept on puffing and gasping, my breath becoming shorter than ever.
"Sure you do. That's what I mean. The next time you want me, honey, just tell me you want to fuck. Don't come on with all that bullshit. It's important that we do this thing just right. I like a guy who levels."
Speaking of leveling, that's exactly what she was doing to me with her fingers. She kept up her brilliant symphony with her right hand, moving her fingers ever so smoothly and yet swiftly up and down the full length of my enormous stick. While she was fingering me with that hand, she let the fingers of the other hand move searchingly over my balls, allowing them to proceed with an even faster clip than before.
"I want your hot dick," she said, "and I'm gonna swallow it whole. I'm gonna suck on your pecker until you juice in my mouth."
As she kept on with her finger movements, Shirley dove down toward the rug. She got down on the rug in a kneeling position, with her head even with my cock.
Shirley abruptly removed her fingers from my penis, letting the fingers of both hands play eagerly with my balls.
While she kept on exciting me with her finger movements against my testicles, Shirley began to work her tongue against my cock. She started at the tip, but didn't maneuver her tongue there for very long. She was eager at the prospect of working her tongue up and down the full length of my stick, and as she put her tongue to work she propelled me that much closer to orgasm.
When it came to sucking on a long hard tool, this gal really had it. Her fingers supplied my balls with just the proper type of tingling sensations, and all the while her tongue was working magnificently, driving with steam roller-like effectiveness as she pumped it up and down my dick.
While I lay there on the sofa, my legs spread, I reached out and ran my trembling fingers through her honey-blonde hair. Her head kept bobbing up and down with increasing speed as she pushed me that much closer to climax, moving her tongue at a tremendous tempo.
"Keep sucking my dick," I sighed, "oh, you really know how to go to work on my hot pecker. You're right. The bullshitting doesn't do any good at all. I was getting so hot just thinking about you. Keep up that beautiful sucking, honey. Oh, work your fingers over my balls. That feels so good."
I let my fingers continue to run through her hair, and all the while she was pushing me that much closer to an effective and exhilarating climax.
Several hot thrusts later, I knew that I had to warn her just how close I was to the act of exploding.
"I'm getting there, darling, oh, I'm just about there," I said. "Keep up the sucking, baby. Oh, drive your tongue as fast as you can. I like it. Oh, keep it up. Just a few more strokes, dear. Ah, bring me off, baby, you can do it. Yes, oh, bring me off."
I let my fingers clutch sharply at her hair. I was forcing her down over my cock, making her play the game my way.
While she kept on tantalizingly tingling my balls, the first few droplets of hot white cum began to ease out of the tip of my prick.
If you don't think my balls were itching like hell at that point, you've got another thought coming. I was feeling the itch all over my body, as a matter-of-fact, and after I unloaded those first few drops, I knew that I had one hell of a load stored up and she was really gonna get it.
"Get set, oh, there it goes," I said.
Shirley braced herself, and went after the steaming white jissum as it thickly spilled into her waiting mouth.
"Gobble the stuff up," I encouraged. "Oh, honey, go after every drop of it. Eat it. Oh, you've just got to eat it. This is so good. Oh, are you ever moving your tongue around there, baby, what a suck you are. Oh, there I go."
I kept on spurting my hot intense load until the last few drops were released from me. At that point my lover removed her tongue from my cock.
"I guess I did a pretty good job on you," Shirley laughed as she licked her lips.
"Baby, when you get your tongue moving, there's no stopping you," I replied, reaching out and patting her on top of the head.