Chapter 4
Joanne had been working for "Pen Friends" almost a week when she realized the job was boring her. She fully knew she was caught in a trap. It took her a long time to work it all out in her head and, when she did, she didn't like the answers she came up with.
Mrs. Cliff was satisfied with the promise of money. Without the job writing the sexy letters, there wouldn't be an apartment to go home to. And Joanne had to eat. The job provided just enough money to give her the bare necessities.
At first, she thought she would really stay turned on by all the letters. Then she found a sameness to most of the. Only a few aroused her. The letters she mailed out began taking on a carbon-copy sameness, too.
Finally, she had to mention this to Mary Beth. The other girl didn't seem to have any trouble writing stacks and stacks of letters, all different and all intimate.
"How do you do it, Mary Beth? I find myself falling into a rut. The old lines just pour out and I can't help it."
The sandy-haired girl smiled wickedly. "You haven't had the slightest urge to see who writes these letters?" she asked.
"Huh? Well, I sort of wonder but that's against the rules. Mr. Worley mentioned it to me that first day. No letter writer will go out and look up anybody sending in a letter."
"Yeah and I bet you obey the 55 mph speed limit on the highway, too," scoffed Mary Beth.
"f have to. No car."
"But if you had a car..." Mary Beth let the answer trail off suggestively.
"You mean you go out and meet some of these men?" The idea crashed hard into Joanne's mind. To actually go out and meet the men who were writing those letters was so kinky it appealed to her.
"Sure. But I don't let Worley know. No telling what that bastard might do. The cocksucker makes me do all sorts of things, anyway." Mary Beth's tone told of her pure disgust for the man running "Pen Friends".
"How do you choose which ones to, uh, to do whatever you do?" Joanne asked.
"Simple. I just find a nice-sounding letter and give it a try. Read this one and tell me it doesn't get to you."
Joanne took the letter and read:
I'm lonesome and it makes me even lonelier when I look out the window and see all the pretty girls going by. I'd like to get to know them better but they'd only laugh at me. What's it like to be wanted by someone? It must be nice. And it'd be nice to have a girl all for my own. But nobody'd ever want me.
"See what I mean? Sort of pathetic" in a way. But a fertile field for an enterprising chick, don't you think?"
"Yeah," said Joanne noting the address on the envelope. The one nice thing about this job was the hours. Worley didn't care if she took an hour or five for lunch. As long as she wrote her quota of letters for the day, everything was fine.
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She was a bit nervous as she approached the house. It was a simple frame house with a flagstone path leading to the front door. What was she going to say? How did she just come out and say, "Wanna fuck?" to someone she knew only through a vague request for friendship?
She'd find out. Soon.
The doorbell sounded and the door opened almost immediately. Standing there was a young boy, easily four years her junior. Joanne knew he couldn't be older than fifteen and might have been even younger. It was hard to tell.
What was worse, it shot her idea of fucking all afternoon to hell. With the kid around, whoever wrote the letter would hardly be willing to engage in intimate activity.
"Uh, sorry. Must have the wrong house. I was looking for Jeff Lane."
The boy looked at her strangely. He said, "That's me. I'm Jeff."
"You?" Joanne thought furiously, then came on the answer. He must be Jeff, Jr. and his father had written the letter. "I guess maybe I wanted to see your father."
"My dad's dead. Has been for years and years. And my mom's out at work. She'll be back around six, I guess. Sometimes she stays out all night long."
Suddenly it hit Joanne that this boy had written the letter. He was the one wanting female companionship. It explained a lot. No wonder he didn't know how to go out and meet girls. It was inexperience as well as shyness.
"You wrote this letter, didn't you?" She held up his letter. The expression on his face was one of pure panic.
"How'd you get that? Give it back!"
"Hey, cool it. I'm not going to blackmail you or anything. I... I just wanted to come by and see who I was writing back to. I'm the one who got your letter at 'Pen Friends'."
"You?" he said, unbelieving. "But you're pretty!"
"So? There's a law against it? I guess I should thank you for the compliment but you make it sound like you thought I was an ugly old prune."
-. "I, uh, I don't know what I thought. The letters are my way of meeting people. I just get all, well, sort of tongue-tied when I'm around girls. And this was an easy way to, you know, uh ...."
"Why don't you invite me in, Jeff?"
"Sure, uh, sorry."
"Don't get so nervous. Everything's all right. I don't bite. Just talk to me like you'd write a letter. You don't stutter then so why should you now that I'm here in the flesh?"
She knew the answer to that as she asked the question. The bulge growing at the boy's crotch told the story. He was really attracted to her. And it wasn't the mere attraction of friendship, either. He was lusting after her, desiring her mightily.
That suited Joanne just fine. The boy wasn't that bad looking and the idea of actually making it with him appealed to her in a kinky way. He was so young and helpless, it would be fun showing him all the mysteries of sex.
"I, uh, want a drink or anything like that?" he asked.
"Just calm down. And sit here. By me."
He did and immediately cast his eyes down on the carpet. He crossed his hands over his crotch out of nervousness and a desire to keep his raging hard-on hidden. He was so embarrassed already, he didn't want this nice lady to see how she affected him.
That wouldn't be right.
"Jeff, look at me. Now, you're lonesome, aren't you? The letter reached out to me, made me come to see if we couldn't be closer friends. Letters are okay but sort of impersonal. I like closer contact with my real friends."
"You want to be my friend?" he asked, brightening visibly. "Nobody's ever said that before."
"Your friend and anything else you want." She paused, then quietly added, "Have you ever had a girlfriend before, Jeff?"
He shook his head, not trusting himself to answer.
"You should have. You're a handsome boy. And I'll bet that cock you're trying so hard to hide is a real pussy pleaser."
She reached over and took his hand away from his crotch. With a quick flick of her wrist, she ran the zipper down its metal track. The boy's cock sprang out, red and long. Its size surprised her. It was a shame having such a lovely, hard cock going to waste. She couldn't allow that to happen!
"Have you ever had a girl suck on your prick for you?"
"N-no!"
"Would you like me to?"
"YES!"
She wasted no more words. The sight of his prick gleaming redly in the dim light of the living room was making her cunt all gooey with desire.
She even felt a churning inside, a churning of desire for the boy. He was so helpless and innocent she couldn't resist him. He wasn't like that rotten son of a bitch who'd abandoned her after taking all her money. Jeff would never think of using her like that. She could relax with him. He hadn't learned how to be a real bastard yet.
A thought kept working deeper and deeper into her brain. He was a virgin and he was all hers!
Her mouth tenderly closed on the tip of his rigid prick. She sucked a little bit until she pulled the glans into her mouth. Lips pursed around his fuck stick, she began laving her tongue all around the most sensitive portion of his cock.
He'd never gotten a blow job before. She was the first woman to ever kiss his prick, to lovingly drag her tongue along the sides. When her tongue reached out and lightly brushed against his balls, she knew then that he really was a virgin.
His balls were churning and tumbling around. It wouldn't take much more of this mouth love to get him to come.
She didn't want that. She wanted to enjoy his prick for as long as possible. He was hers, all hers. It would be a waste to get him off too soon. It wouldn't be a fair introduction to sex for him, either. He should learn all the wonderful pleasures that could be his.
She sucked his cock back into her mouth after kissing the sides of his trembling organ. There was little trouble gobbling up the manmeat as she took his entire cock down her throat. He wasn't that long. Six inches was nothing for her. She was no Linda Lovelace but she didn't have to be. He was well-hung for a fifteen-year-old but she'd sucked off studs who were better hung.
"I-I like it! Your mouth makes me feel good!"
With a wet plop, she pushed his prick from her mouth. Looking up at the boy, she asked, "What else do you feel? Like when I do this?"
She dragged her tongue along the entire underside of his cock. She made certain the tiny flap of skin at the very head of his cock received its full share of stimulation. This was the most sensitive portion of his entire prick.
"It-it's like a million ants creeping around inside me!"
"That's all?" She continued licking at his cock like it was a meaty popscicle.
"Yes, uh, no! My balls .. . they're about ready to pop! I don't know how I can hold it in!"
"Try. I'll give you the best mouth love ever if you can control your cum."
And she knew he would. He was enjoying this as much as she, though for different reasons.
This was his first sexual experience. She was certain he'd jacked off while looking at pictures in magazines. But he'd never had a woman, a real flesh and blood, sucking woman working over his cock before.
She was getting hot off this simply because he was a virgin. He was a piece of clay in her fingers. She could mold him in any way she wanted. All she had to do was ask and he'd instantly obey her. Her mouth was that powerful a sexual force. She liked the feeling of power.
And she loved the taste of his cock. She rolled the prick around in her mouth savoring the musky male flavor. When the tiny drop of pre-cum fluid beaded at the very tip of his cock, her agile tongue snared it and pulled it into her mouth.
The bitter fluid told her of a far tastier flood about to pour out of the boy's jerking cock. She didn't want him blasting his wad off so soon after she had started giving him head.
She let his cock slip free of her mouth and began kissing and licking down the hard sides of his blood-engorged prick. She had a hard time keeping her mouth pressed closely enough to use her tongue. His cock was bucking and dancing wildly about now. It was a clue to his level of arousal. She'd really turned him on in a big way.
"Can't keep it in!" he moaned.
His hips levered up in an attempt to cram his cock all the way into her mouth. She pursed her lips into an "O" shape and let him face fuck her. It'd give him a hint of what lay ahead for him. First her face, her sucking mouth, then better things like her cunt.
"You want more than this? More pleasure than you've ever felt before?" she asked him. It was almost agony for her to take her mouth away from his cock, but it was necessary. She knew he'd lose his erection and probably wouldn't recover for some time. He was new to the sex game and she wanted the most mileage out of him that she could get.
"What do you mean?"
His hips still thrust spasmodically toward her face. He was obviously unable to control his motions. All his body did was scream "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" This was the nearest thing to heaven he'd ever found.
"I mean there are better places for you to stuff that wonderful cock of yours."
"Y-you want to f-fuck? For real? Not just in, your mouth?"
"For real. Up my cunt. It's drooling for your cock, Jeff. Here. Feel and tell me it isn't so."
There was no way he could deny it. Her jeans were actually soaked with her cunt juices. She was totally aroused now. And it wouldn't satisfy her to merely suck off the boy. It'd be great for him but a come down for her.
She wanted his cock fucking her cunt, and she was going to get it, no matter what.