Chapter 4
One should never pet a panther unless one is prepared to feed it.
A desultory, raping little fuck was by no means the end of it as far as Mike Barton was concerned. He came back that very evening, tapping on her kitchen door like an Arab. It both frightened and pleased her to have him enamored of her newly awakened cunt. But it was a raw flap of flesh that he wished to again invade. He had fucked her, if not wisely, too well.
"Let me tickle it, then," he suggested. "That's what you wanted me to do this morning."
"No, I-I can't."
He grinned at her. "Yes, you can. You'll km it. Where's the feather?"
He was standing in the kitchen again, and she could see the bulge at his fly. It made her wonder if every adolescent was so possessed by sex!
"Really, Mike, I don't think-"
"Then don't think. Just feel. I'll tickle your pussy, then I'll eat it. Just think of a nice big tongue licking your cunt until it foams."
"No, Mike, I-"
"You wouldn't want me to tell Mom about this morning, would you?"
She stared at him, feeling leaden in her stomach.
"You wouldn't dare do that!"
"Don't bet on it, honey. Of course, I wouldn't tell her the whole truth. I'd just tell her that you invited me in here this morning and made some lewd gestures at me. Mom would eat that shit up. You know her."
"You little bastard!"
"I'm big where it counts, though. And you'll never convince me you don't want to feel my eight inches inside you again. Look, Laura, we can keep this up forever. You let me fuck you any time the spirit moves me, and I'll keep my mouth shut tight as a gate. Try to cut me off, and I'll see to it that this whole stinking neighborhood comes after you with pitchforks."
"Bastard!"
He smiled. "Now where's that cunt-tickler?"
She was trembling when he followed her into the bedroom once again-and yet her trembling was not totally caused by his threats. She was shocked by her own feelings, as if she were standing back and looking at a stranger. The truth was that she was enjoying being forced into a blackmailer's corner.
She could smell the beast in the young male who had lived, in the past, so quietly beside her.
She could even smell the beast in herself.
"Let's strip again," he said. "We can play better that way."
Even before her dress was off, she could feel the hard points of her tits pushing out. She felt salacious all over, and even the puffed, sensitive, blindly-fucked mouth of her cunt began to itch again.
Mike was naked at the same time she was, and she saw his stiff, horsy young prick sticking out like a bar of iron.
"Sit in that chair," he said, pointing at a cushioned seat in the corner. "Hook your legs over both sides and scoot down a little so your ass hangs out in the air."
His casually uttered, venereal words made her blaze inside!
She did as he demanded, and in such a position the lips of her pussy were pulled apart like the twin halves of a ripe, pink peach.
He got down between her legs on his knees and examined her cunt without touching it. He smelled it all over. The corners of his youthful mouth turned up again in a lusty little grin.
"You sure got fucked good this morning," he whispered. "If I keep this up, it'll take a goddamn horse to satisfy you."
He brought the tip of the feather up and ran it lightly over the thatch of hair that fringed the oval of her pussy. She stirred uncomfortably. Then he switched tactics and teased the insides of her legs and the soft cleft of her asshole.
The titillation had the intended effect. She could feel her ravaged cunt begin to tingle and throb.
"Tease it," she heard herself rasp, "tickle it inside with the feather!"
"Sure."
He brought the feather back into play on her cunt, and this time he ran the tip lightly over the pouting ridges of her labia.
The pleasure was overpowering!
She felt the mounds of her pussy beginning to open like the wet gills of some giant fish. He saw the development, too, and began to move the feather between the folds of her cunt, scratching a bit deeper with each pass. He twirled and twisted and poked with the feather until her cunt was quivering with joy.
She had never known such rapture.
It's better than a thousand fucks! she thought.
When he had feather-teased her pussy until she could stand it no more, she pulled her legs even wider apart and pushed the trough of her loins out over the corner of the chair.
"Lick it with your tongue!" she hissed.
His head came between her straddled legs and she felt the first wonderful probes of his long, boyish tongue. The texture of the warm appendage was much better than the flickery touch of the feather. It was as if a velvet-covered spoon were stroking just inside her boiling slit.
So this is how it was with Bev and Rodney Bradshaw!
He tongued and sucked her pussy for several long minutes, building her steadily toward a climax. The frenzy of her newly invigorated lust caught in her throat, and exploded in words: "Fuck me, Mike! I'll let you now! Please-fuck me!!
His moving tongue slathered out of her dripping cunt only long enough to answer. "Not a chance, baby. I'm gonna eat this hot pussy until you come. I want to taste your juice!"
With that, he went back to the sweet trench between her legs and began to suck her with a strong, powerful thrust of his tongue. He had his nostrils buried in the soft fluff of hair around her cunt, and his palmed hands were holding up her buttocks and pushing her pussy hard against his jaws.
She let him eat her to the finish-and when it came, she clenched her teeth and flooded his tongue with the liquids of her lust.
He continued to lick and suck the meaty pulp of her cunt until the last drop was gone, then he stood up between her legs and jacked his throbbing prick only twice to shoot a torrent of thick, hot sperm onto her pulsing belly . . .
They lay together after that on the bed. He smoked a cigarette and in the middle of it, began to play with her tits.
"They've grown a little, I think," he said, smiling. "I think they've grown since this morning. The more they're sucked, the more they grow, Mom says."
She turned her head toward him so that the nipple he was handling was twisted under his thumb. "Yes, I'm sure your mother said that," she breathed.
His eyes glanced up at her. He winked. "She's not my mother-she's my stepmother. Didn't you know that."
"No, of course not!"
"I've been fucking her old cunt since I was fourteen."
Laura felt the breath stop in her throat, but the plum-like nipple Mike Barton was playing with fattened and hardened a bit for some reason.
"You're lying, aren't you?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "Why would I lie about something like that? I didn't seduce her, she seduced me. It happened six months after she and dad got married. My real mother died in a car wreck. Stella married dad and we moved here. Stella said it would be best for me if we just pretended I was her real son."
Laura waited, her heart pounding in her throat. "I can't believe that you-you and your own stepmother would-would-"
"Fuck? I told you, when I was fourteen, she seduced me. It happened one summer when dad was away on a business trip. She came to my room after I'd gone to bed and started playing around in the dark. Surprised and scared the shit out of me at first, but she was so damned good at teasing a prick that before I knew it I had a hard-on like crazy. I was hung as good at fourteen as I am now, and I guess Stella could stand her frustration just so long. Anyway, she played around with my big stiff cock until I was too goddamned hot to care, then she crawled on and fucked me half the night. When I got the hang of it, I fucked her. Bet I made her come twenty times that night."
Laura absorbed the shameless story in silence, then threw back her head and laughed. "And you were going to tell your mother about us!
"A-riot, eh?"
"And do you still-have her?"
"When dad isn't looking. I fucked her dry last week. She's a real slut for it. Her clit's as big as my thumb. It ought to be, as much as she makes me suck it . . ."
Before Laura could respond, he bent his head down and took the peak of her aroused tit into his mouth and began to suck it, slowly and powerfully.
She glanced down and saw that his prick was up again, stiff as a club.
She tried to imagine him fucking his mother the way he had fucked her, and the thought made her tits grow firm and large under his lashing tongue.
She had never felt so wonderfully wicked in her life.