Chapter 3
Knowing the cock-raising power of the female aroma, Mala disdained a shower, slipping into a pair of white shorts which fit her beautiful thighs like another skin, and a loose knit shirt with a fanciful design all around the upper half. A pair of kidskin slippers she had gotten in Spain, and a tall leather cap given her by a Russian athlete years ago completed her costume.
She felt marvelous, her belly still warm from the cannonading of lust as young Jerry had sucked her so deftly, so she left the little sports car by her bungalow and took off across the springy lawn. In her glow of well being, she ran off a dozen cartwheels, finishing with a couple of forward flips, and went back, laughing, to pick up the peaked cap where she had lost it during the first few cartwheels.
When she got to the long, shaded portico of the main house. She was greeted by Mrs. Charles a woman apparently in her early forties or late thirties, a smallish, cuddly female who seemed pigeon-breasted because of the fullness of her breasts, and the rather tight, decidedly conservative type dresses she habitually wore.
There had been no more than an introduction and a handshake between them, but now the housekeeper walked to meet Mala, smiling, and put her arm around the younger woman. It was such a welcome gesture of friendship that Mala, touched, put her arm around Mrs. Charles and somehow, she wasn't quite sure how, found her hand squeezing a large, softly full tit, un-brassiered, and confined only by the women's dress.
Since she certainly hadn't intended it, she had to conclude either that Mrs. Charles had slipped and fallen against her, or that she had deliberately moved or turned so that the breast had been engineered into Mala's hand.
To test the other woman, she gave the warm. soft handful of tit a hearty, overt squeeze, pinching the nipple which was so obviously alert and hard, and said in an exaggeration of modesty and manners: "Oh, just look at old clumsy me, grabbing your boob like we were sorority sisters! Next thing you know, I'm liable to be trying to steal a kiss!"
She removed her hand from the welcoming breast and placed it on the shorter woman's shoulder, looking down at the pretty little face, now screwed into a scowl.
"Okay, okay, if you're all that straight," Mrs. Charles said. "I don't care what you think; I'm not a butch, not even a Lesbian, not on any scale I know of. It's just that all I ever see is Charles; I never get away by myself, and he's a dear man, but he isn't everything in the world. And," she said, giving Mala a searching look, "I know damn well you know exactly what I mean!" She flushed and looked away, but Mala squeezed the well-stacked little woman's shoulder and turned her so that they were facing, then bent and kissed her.
There was a very sharp feeling of tension between them, a sort of electric current that lifted Mala into another dimension, and then Mrs. Charles had her mouth wide open, letting Mala's tongue come in and touch hers, and the younger woman, responding to this, kept her lips widely parted. It had always seemed to Mala to be a very hot way to kiss; just the idea of open mouths seemed to suggest an open cunt, and the tongues, hard and seeking, going in and out without being wrapped around each other, were more like hard pricks than ever.
A girl athlete, especially one as sexily beautiful as Mala, always draws a good deal of courting by those female jocks who make up a goodly percentage of women's track and field teams. And, because she was hot, and because there was, on many venues away from home, a shortage of men, she knew what it was to have the hot, snaky, expert tongue of another woman sucking out her agonies of ecstatic orgasm.
Now, with a deep feeling of sisterhood and sympathy for Mrs. Charles, a genuine sexual empathy for anyone disadvantaged in the cock-and-cunt department of life, she suddenly held he smaller woman tightly against her, closing her lips down on the darting tongue, sucking the sweetness of the other woman's questing mouth, feeling the thrust of the compact body.
After a moment, because a kiss of passion can quickly become ridiculous unless it leads to a higher plane of sex, and quickly, they drew apart, and Mala looked kindly at the flushed, determined face she held at arm's length.
"My dear," she whispered. "Please, I don't even know your given name. Or Charles's. Is he Mister Something Charles, or Mister Charles Something? Look," The taller girl said, giving the little woman a kiss: "You mustn't feel badly about this. You know it's all right. I'm just not, well, ready for any girl-on-girl stuff right now. Okay?"
Tears rolled down the smooth little cheeks again, and Mrs. Charles suddenly put her head against Mala's breasts, hugging her very hard.
"My name's Mae," she said. "Mae Charles. My husband is John." She sniffed. "Anyhow, you're sweet. I'm sorry I was so, well, aggressive, but you looked so beautiful and free and strong, turning over and over across the lawn. I could see your-oh, dear! I'm terrible, aren't I? When your legs were spread so wide, I could see your, what do I say, Mala?"
"My cunt?" Mala asked. "That's a lovely fabric in my shorts, so soft and clingy. And no fly up the front, no zipper; they just pull on. They feel almost like being naked."
The well-built little woman laughed tremulously. "God, I'd love to see you doing that, flying across the lawn, I mean, with your ass bare! It makes my tongue hard, just thinking about it." She turned away, then came back to look at Mala with a tender smile.
"You'll have to get it from someone," she said. "It's not the boss; I know him too well. And you've got too much smarts in your head to fuck around at school. And it can't be Jerry. What am I saying-it can't be Jerry? A big kid like that? Oh, my God! How wonderful! How wonderful for him! Oh, Mala! God bless you!"
Struck dumb by the precision, the positive feeling of Mae Charles's words, Mala could only stand still, one hand outstretched as if in some mute plea. Her heart ached. She felt suddenly deprived; to have another person learn so quickly of her liaison with Jerry was too much.
But she had underestimated the character of the lovely little person who looked at her with such compassion and understanding. Once again, she found herself in close embrace with the housekeeper, but now it was Mae who furnished support.
"You're such a darling," the little woman whispered. "Did you think I'd ever spoil that for you? Or for Jerry? Never! Oh, that sweet kid! Would you believe? I've seen his cock. It's fantastic, isn't it?"
She hugged Mala again, and her eyes were warm and soft. "He was jerking off. In the gymnasium. If it hadn't been for startling him to death, I'd have come down on him so heavy! Ohhh! I'd have sucked his balls right up through his tubes!"
She laughed, a shaky, tender little laugh, know you'll be good to him, my dear," the little woman said. "And good for him, too! And if I can help-well, just ask, hear?"
This time she turned and marched resolutely into the big house, and Mala, her face kind and tender, watched her go, the perfectly sculpture little ass, so explicitly feminine in its rounded, divided beauty. She thought of the fat, warm, slick little pussy hiding between those firm thighs, and was warmed by a flush of heat that swept over her. "Another couple of meetings like this, Mala baby," she said to herself in a whisper, "and you'll be swinging both ways!"
She saw from the driveway that Jerry's car, an old but finely tuned Cadillac, was not in the garage yard, and she strolled slowly back to the cottage. She felt as ebullient as ever, but the strange encounter with little Mae Charles had set up a soft glow of inner heat in her cunt, and she wanted to let it cool down. It was still early, at least two or three hours before dinner, and she ached to see the tall boy, to do what she had promised.
She rounded a very large planting of native shrubbery and desert plants and stopped, inclined to laugh, but strangely touched.
The old Caddy was parked next to her little Triumph, and Jerry, now in a pair of surfer trunks, was washing her car.
He looked up, smiling like an angel as he saw Mala, and she immediately walked over and pressed herself against him, her right arm around his broad young shoulders, her left hand going down to his crotch, feeling for his cock. His mind had apparently been on her as well as on her car, for it was almost hard, run out nearly to its full length, and he moved against her tight grip as if he were fucking into her hand.
She pulled back to look at him, her eyes like stars, her breath catching. "You're so beautiful, Jerry," she whispered. "Let's get that load out of you!"
"I can't believe this is really me, Mala," the kid said soberly as he followed her into the guest house. "Never had a girl, except to take some dummy to kid parties, never had a piece of, uh, pussy." He colored and dropped his eyes, and Mala, who had quickly pulled the shirt over her head, took his face between her hands and kissed him gently, running the tip of her tongue between her lips.
"Look at these," she said huskily, pushing her breasts up into tighter cones, with their brown areolas and hard nipples begging for a kiss. "I said they were for you, remember? You've got to believe me. Listen, Jerry, I'm not just using you because I'm real hot and haven't got a man." She had an idea, and reached out again to rub at his concealed tool, finding it a bit harder.
"Why didn't you stick your fingers up into me when we walked in?" she asked softly. "These shorts aren't armor, you know." She giggled. "Any enterprising fellow could hook a finger under the strap and at least get a little smell of cunt on him."
He answered with an inarticulate cry that was like a sob, and leaned against her blindly, putting his big boy's hands under her butt, pressing the cheeks so hard that they inevitably pressed on the outer cushions of her pussy, giving her a warm, crowded feeling.
"I know what your trouble is, darling," Mala whispered. "You weren't sure of me, were you? like you said, you didn't think it could be happening to you. Well, it's happened. And if you want to know, I'm the lucky one! I mean it. So quit wasting time, because I want to show you that fucking can be many things, and all of them wonderful!"
She placed his hands on her waistband. "Pull 'em off, baby," she choked. "What's under them is yours; go find it!"
He seemed to realize that this was no dream, but absolutely real, and he dropped to his knees, dragging the shorts down to his feet, and held them while she stepped out. His face was pressed against her nest of blonde cunt hair, and he rooted with his nose in the upper part of her slit, his breath tickling her in that most tender crevice.
He looked up at her with a shining face. "Baby," he cried, "Let's get it on!"
He had an incredible native knowledge, Mala thought as he placed her on the big bed and pulled her legs gently apart, getting her knees up so that her thighs would sag open, leaving her cunt such an easily reached target.
"It's beautiful," he breathed, bending to kiss it, getting cunt juice slicked onto his lips and chin, licking it in and going down for another, stronger, longer kiss, a real suck, actually, that made her bump her ass up and down as she clenched her hands in ecstasy.
"Let me have your cock," she whispered. "Jerry, my dear, is it really true that you've never done any of this? Never fucked, never been sucked, never saw a live woman naked?"
He rested partly between her strong thighs, one hand on each of her knees, grinning down at he across her rounded belly, across the smooth valley between her tits. "Unless you count that girl at the party," he said. "I was just one guy away from her when I decided not to try it. I almost had my nose in her ass. I saw her, all right."
He was having a marvelous time, Mala thought. Being a man of the world. How marvelous that he could so quickly adapt to a level of sex that should have been, in fact, some years ahead of him! She saw his red-tipped cock, a hard bar of meat, nodding in rhythm to his heartbeats just a few inches from her rump.
"Do you want me to suck it a little before we put it in?" she asked softly. "Do you think, you may be too hot?"
She held out a hand to him as though asking support as well as giving it, and he kissed her palm. "I don't want to cum too fast," he said. "That's no good for either of us, is it?" His brown eyes were tender, concerned. Beautiful!
"Put your finger in me," she breathed. "I want to show you something."
She let it go all the way in, a tantalizing deliciously cum-itchy feeling. I could cum as soon as that cock touches me, she acknowledged in her mind. But I want him to be pleased, to be happy with himself.
Now, very carefully, she worked some of these muscles which had been developing ever since she took her first exercises on a tumbling mat. It gave her a deep, gut-felt joy, using those sensitive cords of soft sexual tissue to grasp and writhe around his knuckles. "How does that feel, baby?" she asked. "How would that make your lovely cock feel?"
The boy's face was strained with the effort of riot giving in to a desire. "I'd pop my nuts in two seconds," he said desperately. "I couldn't stand it!"
Mala's body was gently heaving, not entirely a matter of her choice. It was almost too much for her, too. She felt the slow trickle of her cunt's inner flow leaking out, down into the extremely sensitive area between vaginal orifice and anus, an itching so painfully pleasurable that she had to tense her entire body to defend against the craving to drive her fingers into that palpitating crack. And then, out of the storm of her sensuality there came a trace of humor.
She sat up so quickly that she almost knocked Jerry over, and hugged him without caring whether or not she rubbed against his straining cock, just hugging him and laughing.
"Look," she said to his puzzled but happy face, "we're acting like a couple of damned misers, as though we never would have another chance to enjoy that wonderful feel of getting our rocks off, right? Listen, my wonderful little friend, how many times can you shoot that big, hot fun-gun?" She gave his cock a little shake, and he no longer felt that he was on the ragged edge of cumming.
He grinned. "I know what you mean, Mala," he said. "Even if I shot off before I got it in you, we could still have fun, we could work around and I could get it hard again, and then we wouldn't be in such a hurry. And I could still make you cum by sticking my fingers in you, or sucking you out or, oh, lots of things."
He was so delighted, so carried away with his ideas, that Mala took his cock in her hand, bent quickly down, and gave it a hard, tongue washing, loving suck, pulling her mouth off it to look at him triumphantly. "There you go!" she said. "Not a throb out of it, and I gave you a real suck!" She rolled on to her back again, knees up. thighs apart.
"Now," she said, "I'll finish showing you what I started out to show you. Remember how I was cracking your knuckles with my cunt? Now, put your finger in." With precise skill, handling each muscle around her cuntal door separately, she made herself go completely slack. Even the itching fire of a near-cum subsided in the face of this imperative quieting down; she had room for all his fingers.
Looking faintly curious, Jerry pushed and pulled, his finger making a sloshy, sloppy noise. "All the grab is gone," he said. "You're not pinching my finger."
"Put in two fingers," Mala said. "No, get all four of your fingers together, and go in slow I want to show you what practice can do to a girl's twat."
Incredulously, he watched his combined four fingers, backed by his thumb tucked in between, go clear to his palm before it felt opposition. "Geez!" he whispered. "Could I get my whole hand in you? It feels like it!
"Push hard," Mala gasped. She was getting hot again, but didn't care. This was training, this was to show the boy something few women could do, that few men had ever seen. Freakish though it was, it would do him good to believe the unbelievable. "Push! Now pull out, just a little! Now, push again!"
She had learned the secret of this complete muscle control from the two coaches of a team from India, the girls' coach and the men's team leader. It had started as a bit of fun, and then the two semi-mystics from the sex-oriented Far East had come to love and respect this blonde American kid. But she had not gone so far as this in a long time. His hand was now almost in, his fingers jarring her cervix.
She felt that her body might turn to flame at any moment. It was not like a fast, hard, pent-up cum, when tongues of fire seem to shoot out from her swollen, happy clit, but a straining heat in her breasts, in her throat, under her arms, down her flanks, into the crack of her ass, all up her petaled sex channel where the red labia seemed hugely swollen, ready to burst with blood and frantic ecstasy.
If I cum now, I'll break his hand, she warned herself, and the responsibility calmed her.
"Work your fingers up and down," she whispered, smiling at him weakly. "What do you feel?"
"Something round and hard and slick," he said. "It's got a tiny hole in it. No, not a hole, it's like a slit. like in the head of my cock," he said excitedly.
He was closing his fingers around it, caressing it with brutal thoroughness, as she would squeeze a girl's titty, and the sensation was devastating Mala could only lie with her eyes shut, her mouth opening and closing, and feel a tide of electric heat run through her body, seeming to open her like some huge, devouring cunt.
"Pull your hand out, baby. Real slow. Real easy. Ohhhh! Oh, my God! Hold me down! Hold me down! Let me cummmm!"
The big boy had built a sensitivity to her needs that made him react simply, quickly. Without thinking, he plunged his mouth to her cunt, spread wide open by the withdrawal of his hand, and kept it there while her body thrashed and her throat seemed to split with her cries of anguished pleasure.
The girl-juice, thick, sweet, slippery, seemed to pour from her dark-red cunt in a gush, and te swallowed steadily not wanting to let one precious drop escape.
"She's cumming! he said to himself as he sucked, and knew such a deep satisfaction in making her body, her mind, her soul go through these deep spasms that he said it aloud, against the muffling swellings of engorged membrane: "She's cumming! She's cumming!"
He was so proud of making her cum that he was very tender with her. He lay by her, holding her body, which still trembled uncontrollably, while she hid her face on his chest and sobbed, trying to get oxygen into her starved lungs.
At last, when she had control of herself again, she looked up at him, almost as if he were the teacher, and she the pupil. "That was pretty wild, wasn't it?" she asked. Her voice was still uncertain. "Oooohh!" her body jerked briefly. "That was another one. I seemed to cum for a half-hour!" She kissed him. "Baby, you sure got a mouthful of female cum!"
"I got a bellyful," he said happily. "Wow! That was so great, Mala! I had my whole hand up you! Clear out of sight inside your belly! Your cunt!" His tone was worshipful.
"Don't ever tell anybody," she said, smiling. "They won't believe you. God, I'd forgotten that feeling!" She shuddered and clutched his arm with both hands. "I just seem to keep on cumming. Your hand on my womb! God!"
He was excited. "That was your womb?" he wanted to know. "That hard, slick little thing? Golly, Mala, that's where babies grow?" he was so interested that she wondered if his hard-on had disappeared, but, when she fumbled for it, it was still like a flexible core of hard rubber, sheathed in super-soft, thick skin.
She frigged him gently, smiling, thinking her own deep, warm, happy thoughts. "You came out of one just like that, Jerry," she assured him. "You dad planted a seed in your mom."
He began to laugh. "Cut it out, Mala," he said. "We're not in some dumb sex education class Wow! My Old Man fucked my Old Lady! Whee! That must have been good! He shot his jism into her, it went into her womb, and out I came!"
Mala looked at him with deep affection. "Most boys don't take it that easily," she said. "They don't want to think that their wonderful mother does that dirty stuff. That fucking."
"Hah!" he said. "You ought to see my mom naked! She's got a body as good as yours. Man! Her tits are just great!" He fell silent. "Maybe I'm getting carried away," he said sheepishly.
Mala shook his cock. "Look how you've held on to that load," she said admiringly. "You know what I was trying to show you a while ago?"
"No. It was great, but I don't know why you did it."
"Remember how we were? Both of us, about to cum too quick? And I squeezed your fingers with my Little Juicy?"
He patted the wet, open cunt. "Yeah. And then you opened it up-whoa! Could you make it big like that so it didn't jerk and squeeze my prick?"
"Yes!" she said. "Yes! You could put it in, I could lie still, we could just let your wonderful cock soak; soak until it got used to the feel, used to the heat. And then-oh, baby! Then we could fuck and fuck and fuck!" She was bumping up at him again, and stopped, laughing. "There I go," she said. "Hey, you never told me how many times you could cum."
"I know," he said. He looked thoughtful, sitting between her opened thighs, rubbing his smooth body warmly against her. "Sometimes, when I seem to be full of it, I've jerked off as much as, well, maybe four times in a day. Jerking off was all I could do," he explained.
She held him by squeezing her knees together. "You'll never have to jerk off again, not for the next five years," she promised him. "And by that time, you'll have girls jumping out from under your bed, out of your clothes closet!"
He laughed. "None of 'em will ever be as good as you," he said. "Hey, let's put it in, want to?"
He had gained confidence, and now he got on his knees, aiming his big cock with one hand, using the other to hold open the thick, hairy lips, which had begun to close again.
"Put it in easy," Mala said thickly. "Oh, God, how I want it! I hope you've got it under control. I feel like I might bounce your ass against the ceiling!" Her body quivered.
"Oh, man, this is great," he said. His cock was going into her; he was watching the thick, pink labia go into the cunt, dragged by the friction of his big cock. It was marvelous. "It feels-it feels-oh, Jesus, Mala, don't pinch it!"
"I'm trying!" she gasped. "Hang loose! Don't shove so hard. Hold it in there, easy!"
In spite of her efforts at control, it was very hard not to let her ravening cunt go berserk. Her nerve-ends, rasped to a point of super-joy by that massive insertion of his hand, cried out against being held apart by her willpower.
Suddenly, so easily that she giggled, control came back.
"Whoo-ee!" gasped the boy. "That's more like it. It feels as big as a bucket. But good and hot an slick. And kind of throbbing, too. How do you do that, Mala?"
"I don't," she whispered. "God does, or whoever made us like we are. That's just an automatic response. I can walk around with a ballpoint pen in my snatch, and never drop it. And if I were in practice, you could get your whole fist up me. But even then, it'd throb. Say, Jerry, you feel good in there! You've got a real man's cock! Are you all right?"
He moved his powerful young loins, the rub of his cock inside her sheath giving her a flush of warm delight. "I'm okay. I felt like cumming a minute ago, but this soaking in that sweet little hole, it's kind of saved me. Wow, is this ever good!" He pumped slowly, raising his strong young buttocks until the head of his cock was just at her vaginal rim, and pushed in, all the way. "I'm bumping against your womb," he said proudly. "Can you feel it?" He hammered in again.
Her body, pushing up her warm belly, trembling against his, her bush of damp pubic hair, mingling with his, gave him her answer. His loins could feel where her strong thighs joined her perfect torso. He rubbed against it, seeing their joining in his mind-the cunt, hot and sweated and raw with heat and nerve-stretch, its thick red lips pulling out as he pulled out, its clear juice following, wetting his balls; the column of his cock going in dark with his raised blood heat, coming out slick and shining with the juice from inside her cunt, deep in there where the womb lay hidden, where his fingers had pinched and pushed at its hard slickness.
"It's tightening up again," he whispered nervously. "My cock's beginning to swell up and itch. I know how it feels when I'm about to shoot it."
"What do you care?" she asked fiercely. "You've made me cum a couple of times since you've had it in; do you know that? You're banging my womb, stretching the end of my vagina!"
The kid began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Mala asked.
"I never heard you call it a vagina before," he said. "What happened to your cunt?"
He banged into her very solidly, very purposefully, and kept it up, rising high so that the top of his cock dragged at her clitoris, building a burst that would shake her apart, as she well knew.
She had her legs around his, now, holding him tight, so that his motions were restricted, but his mound ground on hers.
He was rotating his hips, his hard cock stirring in her, around and around, hitting all her walls rubbing and jabbing at her cervix, and her voice was rising along with her heat.
She felt a huge wave of cum heat flash through her, and opened her mouth to scream, but hi young mouth came down on hers, covering it, so she screamed into him, blowing up her feeling of being filled and made happy by the build-up of cunt-power, of the crazy need to cum. Her ass was tight with her exertions, the clench of her buttocks was in the same delightful rhythm with the pulsing of her cunt. Once again, as when his finger was inside of her, those muscles of love were on their own, driven by the fierce pangs of pleasure that made the rub of his cock so incredibly wonderful.
There was a steady, palpitating roll of cunt around the boy's cock, and he had long since given up any effort to hold back. Seconds seemed like hours as the fire of orgasm ran its fiery trace from his balls to the tight, blood-filled head of his organ; the sucking and grinding of her vagina gave every crying nerve in his glans a powerful urge to flow, to shoot, to pour his seed into this female receptacle, so that he too was groaning as his lust flowered and burst.
Her legs were losing their grip as cunt-heat and cum-juice flowed out of her, as her belly shook and trembled, and her taut muscles, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing, continued to give his prick its constantly sucking, pulsing, pulling caresses, milking him, milking his pounding cock as the long, fierce jets of sperm poured out of him and into her, draining him of semen and feeling and energy.
He lay with his full weight on her body, and her breasts, vastly swollen by her heat and her tremendous orgasm, sensitive with the same sort of sex-glow that warmed her relaxing, free flowing pussy, knew the gut-stirring joy of deep sex pain, a run of heat from their trembling weight, their silken smoothness, all the way across her belly and down to her crotch, where weak and dying rumbles of lust still echoed in the slick, gooey sleeve which still embraced the boy's dick, now slowly, reluctantly diminishing.
They had stopped kissing, just as they had stopped screaming, because there was nothing more to say, not after that massive burst of cum-power, but both were conscious, in their half-dazed state of voluptuous pleasure, that the final vestiges of her tightness were gradually squeezing the last remains of his hard-on out of her. It slipped a little and then stopped, and both were happily aware of the feel of hot flesh on hot flesh, of tired but happy nerves on each other.