Chapter 2

That was a long, long day for Mala. For several months, ever since she had agreed to come to Oakdale, she had thought about young Jerry Jonas, his beautiful young body, his cock, which must be of equal beauty. But it was sort of day dream.

Even after she had arrived and settled into the small house which would be her home "for as long as she wanted it," Lew had repeated, she had not thought in exact, concrete terms of how she would make the boy her own. On the weekend, yes, she hoped she could make it. Hoped. It would depend on a number of things.

like how much supervision Lew and Martha exercised over Jerry. And whether he could be away from home for a few hours at a time without exciting curiosity or drawing questions. It would take nerve and determination. As she thought about it now, even during the continuous monotony of orientation talks and walks, Mala would feel quick, sharp quirks of itching lust in that darkly drooling crevice where she hoped to charm the fifteen-year-old boy into committing his strong, youthful cock.

"Oooooohh!" she moaned in a whisper as she touched her open pussy lightly with toilet paper in the restroom. What a day to have this don't-touch-me-or-I'll-cum feeling, she thought.

But she had it. Just thinking about the afternoon.

For all her imagination, in fact, for all her experience in similar situations, she felt the least trace of panic. A thirty-year-old woman seducing a boy half her age demands only a few ingredients. Time and privacy, and those she had. But there was another, The right frame of mind in the boy. A desire to fuck, her mind said. Curiosity about a woman, her cunt, her breasts, her pubic hair, her nipples, the way her thighs join her body, what presses the trigger that makes her cum where are her points of deepest sensation, sensuality, lust.

If Jerry were an ordinary kid of fifteen. If only she did not live, so to speak, under the same roof If only she did not already, love and respect his parents.

She shrugged irritably. He was only a kid, and at an age where he needed to learn about cunt, about sex, about women. No, not about women. About a woman, a particular woman.

She was on her way to the library in the Liberal Arts building when she thought of a way to begin, and she had to stop and lean against the wall, so intense, so urgent was her feeling of sexual heat.

The kids got their schedules finished early and went home. Most of them. But not Jerry. He had left his car at home to ride to school with Mala, already a sort of object for hero worship to him. So he stayed until she could leave.

It was a warm day. September, even October, are far more like summer months in Southern California than are June and July. So, when they turned off of Santa Fe drive to head for home, Mala stopped the little car, said: "Man, it's pretty hot!" and, lifting her beautiful ass, simply reached under and back and shucked off those wretched panty hose. To accomplish this, she had to raise first one foot and then the other. There was no doubt that, if Jerry chose to look, he could not help seeing that curly-haired, fat-lipped little pussy which Mala so much loved. In fact, he would have to go to some lengths to miss it.

It gave the woman a deep thrill to realize that he had not missed it, that he was obviously not affronted or shocked, and his bright gaze was filled with interest when she turned to look at him.

"Golly, Jer," she said, "I must have been burning up to forget that I had a man with me." She laughed and thought: If I were only two per cent cornier, I'd give him a wink and an elbow in the ribs. And if I were two per cent hotter, I'd have his cock out and in my mouth in five seconds!

When they got to the Jonas place, Mala stopped at her own little house but left the car's motor running. "I can drive you home," she said, "but if you need to use the bathroom, you can come in and use mine." She regarded his face, a struggle between embarrassment and his desire to be adult. As an exercise in tact as well as straight action, she turned the ignition key and got out, leaving it up to Jerry. And he got out, too, looking very pleased with himself. "Guess I'll use your, uh, place," he said as deeply as his changing voice would allow.

She allowed him the complete privacy she felt he needed. If things worked out as she believed sneaking a peek at the young boy holding his cock, taking a piss, would be nothing by comparison.

When he came out of the bathroom, she was reclining on her bed, leaning back on her elbows one knee pulled up. She was so hot that the warm air of the room touching her opened twat felt like an arctic breeze. She was so hot that she did not care for subtlety. She was so hot that she let one knee fall to the bed, and she felt her pussy pop open, the fat lips breaking the seal of her dried cum-juice with a barely audible noise, more felt than heard.

But she did remember one thing of importance. This was for all his adult size and beauty, Jerry was only a kid. And kids need a bridge from where they are to where the action is.

She patted the bed beside her. "Sit down, Jer," she said in as casual a voice as her growing heat permitted. "Feel better now, don't you? You should have taken a little pee for yourself before we left school. I know I did, or I'd have been right in there with you, letting you piss in the sink while I used the toilet."

The kid flushed, opened his mouth, and apparently forgot what he was going to say. I'm coming on too strong, Mala thought.

"Listen, Jer," she said, "don't mind me. Remember, I'm grown up, and you're so, well, so big and poised for your age that I've been thinking of you as grown up, too. If my plain speaking embarrasses you, I'm sorry."

To her great pleasure, he laughed, tentatively at first, then with more gusto. "Geez, Miss, uh, hey, what shall I call you? like at school, I guess it'll have to be Miss Peters. But here, well, it doesn't sound right. What do you think?"

She held out her arms to him, the tall, quiet, sweet young kid who had twice looked directly at her pussy without flinching, and he smiled and came down to her, not kissing her, not yet, but lying on her enough so that her left breast was gorgeously crushed against her ribs, and his beardless cheek came against hers.

She laughed, deep in her throat, and said: "You're all I had hoped, Jerry. Much of a man inside that boyish front. We can be sure-enough friends, can't we?"

He breathed evenly against her neck, the sensation giving her the subtlest of movements and responses in the dark slickness of her vagina, and at last he whispered: "I'm glad you think so. Say can I sit up for a sec? I'm, uh, sort of twisted."

She held him briefly, laughing. When he sat up he looked uncomfortable, and Mala said: "Listen I know this may seem too sudden for you, but I've known, ever since last Spring, when I first me you, that we could be friends. And I'm not kid ding. You know that. Right?"

"Yeah," the kid said. "But I'm sort of, you know, not sure how to talk to a, well, a grownup And a lady, besides."

"Listen to me, Jerry. I'm going to say a few words. Are you ready? Are you listening? Cunt, cock, fuck, pussy, shit, piss, screw, ass-hole, you can fuck, I can fuck, she can fuck, he can fuck, they can fuck. You've got a cock, I've got a cunt, boys jerk off, girls finger-fuck themselves." She blew out a breath as though relieved.

"You see what I'm getting at, Jerry? I'm telling you that you can talk to me any way you please. You don't have to hunt for the right words. Now, let me guess what you wanted to say. You're uncomfortable, that's why you had to sit up. And it's because you've got a hard-on, isn't it?"

The tall boy began to laugh. "I'll never knew anyone like you, Mala. You didn't answer me about what to call you, but if you're going to be so real with me, I couldn't call you Miss Peters."

"Ms Peters, at school. At least for awhile. Spelled M-S. You know, the Ladies Lib thing? Pronounced Miz, the same as most people pronounce that other title, M-R-S. That's right, Jerry. You call me Mala. Why not? But you didn't answer me."

Jerry looked away, reddened again, and turned back defiantly. "Yeah, sure. A hard-on. Want to see it?"

He looked so doubtful, so vulnerable, that Mala sat up, moved over to the edge of the bed where he was standing, and put her arm around his hips. "This is sort of a rough time, in a way, Jerry," she whispered. "We're getting acquainted, really acquainted, sort of fast. But don't be afraid of me."

She began to unbuckle his belt, and, since her cheek was against the hardness of his young cock, she felt it jump in anticipation. She unfastened the hook, ran the zipper down, groped in his shorts.

"My God," she said in an awed voice, "you sure have a nice cock, Jerry! Nice and big, nice and hard!" Her voice shook.

"Thank you, Miss, uh, I mean, Mala," he said formally, and once more his young laugh rang out. "Oh, Jesus, Mala, be careful! Ohhh! I'm about to well-take it easy!"

She let him go quickly, looking up at his intent face.

"Okay, Jerry," she said huskily. "You're about to cum. Hang in there, baby. I want you to cum but I want to help. Watch! This is for you!" She pulled the blouse over her head, letting her breasts, firm as any schoolgirl's, bob out of their confinement. "These are for you," she said, almost shyly. "I mean that! And-this is for you, too!"

She thumbed the mini-skirt off, and, for just a moment, felt as she had at twelve, when a boy with a hard-on first stood and stared, open-mouthed, at that childish cunt.

"Oh, my God!" the boy gasped. "Oh, beautiful Oh, Mala, it's beautiful!"

She had expected shock, silence, confusion, but she had made a good guess. There was a good deal of man in this boy.

Quickly, feeling his eyes eating her breasts, her belly, the hair on her pussy, she undressed him and lay back. "Are you all right now, Jerry?" she whispered. "Are you still about to cum? Do you want to shoot it all over me? On my belly, on my cunt, on my tits? In my mouth?"

She reached out and took his stiff young prick in her hand, very carefully, moving her warm fingers gently, pulling the full, velvet-soft foreskin back to expose the shining red head, a drop of clear fluid leaking out of its little slit.

"I-I'm okay, I think! Oooohh, Mala, that feels

good! I don't want to cum too quick! Can I, you know, look at your pussy? Really look at it? I've never seen one, not close up. And not one with, uh, well, not a grown-up one!" His voice was low, his hands trembled. She quietly took his hand.

"Lie down here," she said. "Beside me. Do anything you want to. Turn me over, pull my legs apart, kiss my breasts, stick your fingers up me. Oh, Jerry!" she almost shrieked. "I'm sooooo HOT! Oh, Jesus, let me hang on to you!"

She gripped him around his head, pumping her ass up and down as a short cum-blast shook her loins, feeling the heat and slickness of cunt-nectar flow out of her, down into the crack of her ass. "See what you do to me!" she asked, very low, laughing shakily. "Talk about being ready to cum!"

"Golly," he said wonderingly. "Can you do that again? How long do you have to wait?"

He was standing on his knees, his nodding cock just above her mouth, and she said thickly: "Get your knees on each side of my body. There, that's right. Are you still about to cum? Lean down on your elbows. Put your hands around my hips.

Around my ass. Ohhhh! Don't touch my cunt! No yet! Can you see it?"

"Well, yes. It's sort of open and red. Real pink Man, is it ever wet! And it smells wonderful! Hey! What are you doing? Wow! You better look out, Mala, or you're going to get a big load of cum in your mouth!"

He laughed, but it was a very shaky laugh, and his body trembled as she sucked hard on his hard young cock.

She had had to raise her head off the bed, and now she lay back again, holding the stiff, unyielding organ at its base, savoring the marvelous, acrid male tastes that she had worked out from under his humid foreskin. She was still within a hair of cumming, but, now that so much ground had been gained so quickly, she wanted only to assure pleasure for young Jerry. His kind of pleasure, any way he wanted.

Quietly, using her free hand to reach up and stroke his naked back, she asked: "What do you want to do, Jerry? I want to make you shoot this wonderful big load of jism. I'd love to suck you off to swallow it, to eat your cum. Or we can squeeze you off between my tits. Or you can ram it into me, into my cunt, and fuck me until I scream! Damn!" she swore. "I'm almost screaming now! What do you want?"

His voice was eager, but tinged with doubt. "I wish, uh, if it's all right-if you think it's all right, I mean, Mala, well, can a fellow, you know, suck a girl off?" She felt a warmth all through him and, looking up at the crack of his ass, so smooth and touchingly hairless, realized that he was blushing all over.

She used both arms to hug him around his rump, letting the hard cock jerk free, and said in a ragged whisper: "Oh, yes, Jerry, my darling! Ohh, yessss! Suck me, kiss me, lick me! Ohhh, baby! Give me your cock! OHHHH! OH GOD!"

The wild flame of orgasm, which had flickered in her cunt all day, ever since that relieving spasm in the shower this morning, burst deep in her belly, in her womb, flaring out around the gently kissing mouth as the inexperienced boy, driven only by instinct, smeared his happily seeking face into her opened pussy, his nose snorting its own heat into the sensitive anus.

She was sucking violently, in a crazy beat of lust, going up on him, until at last, as she felt his cock, so marvelously big and mature for a boy, get harder, swell until it nearly choked her, and begin to shoot its jets of sperm, hot and rich and slick, tasting like what it was, like the stuff that creates life, like love, like FUCKING! And her screaming voice, choked in her throat by the plunging dick, became only a vibration that shook in her guts, that gave the spurting cock an electric sense of wild feeling, wilder and richer and longer-lasting than even Jerry's most expert and imaginative masturbation.

And then, slowly, with a languid collapse that was like the slow-motion of television action, they were on the bed, fallen, gasping, crying, laughing, cum-smeared, ready to look at each other with new eyes, to see each other with new, bold, happy understanding.

For just a second or two, Mala felt a deep fear. Just a kid, Jerry was. Maybe this was his first sex experience-with a live partner, at least. How would he react? With disgust, scorn, guilt?

And then, miracle of manhood! He was turned about, his wet, still fat cock between her smooth thighs, his muscled chest mashing her boobs absolutely, gloriously flat so that she could see one long, hard nipple stick out like a finger before he rolled it out of sight. And he was kissing her kissing her, kissing her, moving his face about so that she could kiss off and lick in the sweet and gamy cunt juice that was all over his beautiful, slick-shiny face.

He slowed down his wild smooching at last, and she thought she could feel, against her pussy, still smashingly tender after that cum which she had needed so deeply, a faint but very real movement in his cock. A stir of life, a promise of health and lust and stretching pleasure.

He let his head go down beside her, his cheek on her cheek, but all at once he raised his head and looked boldly into her eyes. "Show me how to kiss," he ordered, and laughed. "Show me how people kiss when they want to fuck."

He put his mouth on hers, his teeth only slightly parted, but when she moved the tip of her tongue against them, he opened his sweet mouth wide, and eagerly sucked her tongue in, hard, all the way, and she shivered at the inner delight of letting his saliva run into her mouth, against her teeth and gums, across her tongue. It was not as rich and stirring as his blasts of sperm had been, but his breath was like a baby's, and she responded with an involuntary shudder of muscles in her belly, a cum-preliminary.

He raised his head. "What was that?" he asked. "You were shaking, sort of. Did I hurt you?"

She laughed in a deep, slow push of warmth and delight, and urged his body further on to her, holding him tightly.

"Every woman should be so lucky, to be hurt like that," she joked. He slipped, his belly moving against hers, and she said: "we're soaked with sweat! What a simply wonderful feel! Ooooh! Move your chest back and forth. Ooooh, you're making my boobs feel so great! Rub again! Oh, Jerry, you're sweet!"

She rolled him off of her, onto his back, and he felt so good, so right, that he let her; let his cock lie there in fat display, her spit and some of his jism drying on it.

She was on her knees, her pussy hidden between her legs, and she could imagine how it puffed out, down between her heels, its lips so thick and fat from her beautiful, complete, gut-swirling cum. On an impulse, knowing that this boy had a lot to learn, including exactly how a "Grown up lady's" cunt looked at various angles, she got on her hands and knees and moved as though to kiss his reviving prick, reveling in the rich aromas of a male crotch sweated by sex. Her opulently structured ass was right there where he could see it, touch it if he wished, and she knew that her pouting cunt was still open for she felt the cooling kiss of room temperature on her exposed inner labia.

"Hey, you're pretty drippy," the boy said, and giggled. "I read where girls don't cum the same way men do. Or boys," he added defensively.

She lifted his cock in her hand, put it in her mouth and sucked it gently, running her tongue around the head, pushing the tip of it between head and foreskin, and releasing it to smile down at him. "If you're talking about yourself, you have my permission to call yourself a man," she said. "Honest! I meant it when I said you were wonderful!"

She stood still for his probing fingers, although he was into her most sensitive areas, left almost raw with desire by that magnificent burst of mouth-sucked orgasm.

"Do you like the way that feels, Jerry?" she asked, and it took concentration to hold her voice at a normal level. "Did you ever feel a girl's cunt before?"

He continued to play, running his finger around the slickness inside her, stroking the lump of grainy glandular tissue just inside the upper area of her vagina, prodding in to give her cervix, the hard mouth of her womb, a sickeningly sweet jar.

"Never did," he choked. "Once, at a party over in Rancho Rico, one of the girls claimed she could fuck every boy there, but I was tenth in line, and Roy Brady, who was eighth, got off her and said he couldn't cum, she was so sloppy, and it turned me off. I jerked off when I got home, though," he said, and laughed. "I guess that's real kid stuff, isn't it?"

His fingers felt perfectly marvelous, but it was an unsatisfactory action, due to his innocence. Just as he hit a spot of erotic intensity, just as she hung poised on the edge of another sweet orgasm, his uninstructed fingers would stray away, poking into areas that felt pretty good, but that lacked the harshly intense nerve-hunger that would throw her on him while her cunt flared with that tearing burst of cumming.

With an effort, she kept her mind on what he was saying. What he had just said. But her body was on fire. "Not kid stuff at all, Jerry," she whimpered, almost in a groan. "Jerking off is better than aching for a fuck. You're jerking me off right now. And before we're through, during the months and days and weeks and years, I'll find ways to-Oooooohhh! Ooooohhhh! Hold me, baby! I'm ccuummmmiinnngggg!"

Her humping body had worked its way off the boy but his fingers were still hooked inside her giving her a hard, sweet pressure, and his young mouth was opened in disbelief when her eyes cleared and she could see him plainly.

"Wow! I guess I see why girls don't cum like men," he said. "If you shot a big load every time you popped your nuts, and had one big cum after another, you'd die!"

She laughed tenderly, pulling away from him, watching him sniff and lick at his reeking fingers, dripping with the slick, warm juice from her cunt.

"For a boy who never felt a girl's cunt, you're showing a lot of ambition to learn," she teased him, and then, as he looked abashed, she drew his face to her aching breasts, feeling a deep and lovely warmth as he sucked at one nipple. "You're a real marvel, Jerry," she whispered above his dark, curly head. "You know more about pleasing a woman right now than a lot of men with a hundred times more experience!"

"Look what you've done for me," he said to her, pulling away and turning toward her. "I never got a second hard-on so quick. But I never had so much reason." He looked just a little flushed, not sure of what he should say or do, and Mala's maternal heart swelled with affection.

She pushed him back to a reclining position, taking the soft head of his big prick in her mouth, turning her eyes to him, trying to smile with that big thing forming her mouth into a stretched "O", trying to tell him with her expression just how great he was, just how sweet and unbelievable and masculine his penis looked and felt and tasted. It was a marvelous moment for her, and for him as well. His mind still held the brilliantly colored picture of her puffed out cunt, its slick, drippy, convoluted inner lips so filled with hot blood that they pushed out between the-haired flaps of soft, spongy tissue. And his fingers still tingled from the magic of her cunt, the firm, juicy entry, the incredibly soft, smooth inner walls with their viscous coating, the constant suck and grip of her muscles. And then, after he had withdrawn his hand, the raunchy beauty of that cunt perfume, the gaggingly rich flavor of the slick ooze as he licked his fingers!

For just a moment, looking at the boyishness in his face, seeing the child while, at the same second, she was eating a man's prick, gave Mala a strange and yearning ache in her heart, a desire to hold the boy, to comfort him. And right with that traitor thought, that recycled nonsense of a Sunday School background, she thought: What greater comfort can a woman give a man than to drain his balls?

Her mouth still held lingering echoes of his powerful jets of sperm, the thud of his cock against the back wall of her throat, the raw richness of taste that still anointed her taste buds. She was thinking of that, but thinking even more strongly of maneuvering that big, hard cock into her when the phone rang.

Her reflexes were so perfectly under control that she did not stir, but Jerry raised up quickly, his face concerned, and she grinned at him, wiping her lips. "I'll get it," she said.

There was a three-trunk flip-over relay between the house and guest house, and a blinker-buzzer signal system when there was a guest house call. Mala pushed the switch where the light was blinking, answered, said: "Oh, yes, Mrs. Charles. He's right here. Surely. Line two? Fine " Jerry was standing by her and she handed him the phone.

"It's your dad," she said. "On line two."

"Hi, dad! How are you? How's mom? How far did you get?"

The boy chatted on, and Mala, with a wry grin, watched his hard-on droop, grow noticeably smaller, then sink into softness, still a good mouthful, but not a cock in her meaning of the word.

"I'm at the guest house, with Miz Peters," Jerry was saying. "She gave me a ride to school, and now I'm trying to help her with some chores." He listened for a minute or two. "Yes, sir," he said "I know where they are. I'll mail them right away.

Holiday Inn, in Denver. You bet. Sure thing, dad. I'll tell her."

He hung up, looking pleased but sheepish. "I know that was a lie, Mala, that I was doing some chores for you, but I had to tell him something. I have to mail him some papers. Air Mail, right away."

He looked at his wilted cock, picked it up in his hand, turned a woebegone face toward Mala.

She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him his clothes, leaning forward just "once to peel the foreskin back with thumb and forefinger, taking the soft, shrunken head into her lips, touching it lightly with her tongue.

"Don't you worry, Jerry," she grinned at him. "I know it's all still in there, the hard-on, the jism that made it happen. We'll get it up and out. Get the cock up, get the cum-juice out. See here?"

She rolled backward on the bed, her knees back almost on her shoulders, spread wide, the huge tendons standing out on the inside of her thighs. Her pussy, wetly drooling so that a clear trickle of her cunt nectar had spread down the crack of her ass, where her pinkly puckered anus nestled in a ring of dark blonde hair, was so open that it seemed to yawn. It was like a toothless mouth, except that the exposed membrane was softer than anyone's gums could ever be.

The boy, staring, faintly smiling, said: "Yeah, Mala, I see. What 're you telling me? That it'll be ready when I get back?"

With her fantastic muscle control, she worked her vaginal sphincter's muscles so that the gap closed, came open, closed again, as if it were chewing.

"It'll be ready for you any time, baby," she said softly. "Any time. And don't you forget it!"