Chapter 6
"You've already finished off that quart of bourbon, John. Do you think you should drink any more? We've got to travel on tomorrow."
"Shut up, I said!" the man bellowed. "I'll get drunk if I want. And I want." He collapsed into the driver's seat in the vehicle. His thoughts were all jumbled by the booze and worry. This was the first time he'd ever cheated on Maureen. What would his wife think if she found out? Forgive him? Divorce him?
Hell, it'd been fun! A damn sight more fun than sex with Maureen had been lately. And the liquor killed the guilt feelings and made him feel as if everything were just fine.
"You're going to pass out if you start on the fifth you stashed away. I don't think I want to stay around for that."
"Whassa matter, doll, all you ever wanta do is fuck?" It took a lot of alcohol to blur John's speech. He was far past that point. Even his normally clear head was buzzing like it'd been taken over by a hive of bees.
"It's more fun than passing out drunk. I'm going to check on Pete. Goodnight. And it's been fun. Up till now."
"Cheers!" he called after the bikini-clad form retreating into the night. Dammit, he was feeling sorry for himself. Self-pity and guilt, a bad combination. He shouldn't have been fucking around with Melissa. She was a nurse. She had a job to do, and it wasn't tending to his sexual needs.
But didn't he deserve it? Hadn't he been without a woman for months and months? He'd even gotten to the point where he found himself getting a hard-on thinking about his own daughter. Through the haze of the booze, he thought how his daughter was running wild and fucking any stud that happened by. Where'd he gone wrong bringing her up? All she ever wanted to talk about was boys, boys, boys. This new generation had all the wrong values. Pleasure before everything else. Just wait till they had to assume the responsibility he had.
A family wasn't easy to feed these days. John took another swallow of the fiery amber liquor, finishing the bottle. He stumbled over to the cabinet and pulled out the fifth he'd stored away for a rainy day. This looked like it.
Besides feeding four mouths, there was Maureen and her asthma. And Pete and his asthma. And him having to give up a good job to move them. Little help he got from Dawn, either. Just wait, though. The kids would grow up and find out that life wasn't all rosy. They'd be forced to give up their hedonistic ways and settle down. Either that or starve.
John started worrying again about Maureen and her finding out about his fucking Melissa. Sure, the idea of a nurse had been his wife's. But she probably thought in terms of dried-up prunes instead of voluptuous young chicks. To hell with that. He hadn't been able to get laid for months. He deserved it.
He uncorked the fifth and began working on it.
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Melissa quickly walked across the moon-lit patio to her room. She went in and found Pete awake and sitting up on the bed. He was listening to the radio.
"Hi, Melissa. Wondered where you'd gotten off to. When the television stations all went off, I turned on the radio. Not much playing."
Rock music bellowed from the radio and filled the room. She walked over to the wall unit and clicked it off.
"I just went for a ... a little plunge in the pool." That was true, but what a plunge it had been!
She felt the boy's eyes on her body. She couldn't really blame him. The bikini she wore displayed more of her charms than it hid. Her tits between the gentle sway of Melissa's jugs and the wet material covering her cunt. He felt his cock straining and pushing hard against the sheet covering his legs. All he could remember was the sex he'd had with Melissa. And he wanted more.
"Uh, Melissa, maybe you could, uh, that is, some more therapy might be nice." He smiled shyly as if unsure what Melissa would say about such a bold request.
She smiled. "Now that you mention it, your condition seems to warrant such treatment." She sat down on the bed beside Pete's thin form and rested her hand on the bulge in the sheets. The boy gulped and nodded his head. Melissa guessed that he didn't dare say anything. She loved the look on his face, the way he was both confused and eager.
"What's it going to be this time, Melissa?"
"I don't know. How strong are you feeling? Really in control of it all, Pete?"
"Sure!"
The way he said it wasn't mere bragging. Melissa believed the boy was able to control himself now.
"Okay. Let's forget all the mouth-love jazz. Let's go for the big time. Take off my swim suit for me."
She turned her back so he could undo the string holding her top. Melissa smiled when Pete didn't do it immediately. But she was surprised at why he hesitated. He was kissing up and down her spine. The kid was definitely learning. He was starting to improvise.
"Ummm, that feels good, Pete. Your tongue bulged almost completely out of the top. The pinkish areolas actually showed through the polka-dot material. The bumps of her nipples against the thin fabric were obvious.
The bottom of the bikini hid even less. Some of her auburn pussy hair showed above the low waistband. And the wet suit neatly outlined her cuntlips for the boy's benefit.
There was no way Melissa could mistake the bulge of Pete's cock under the sheets. He was getting a hard-on just looking at her.
Melissa had to admit that she had been less than pleased when she had left John. The man was getting stoned out of his tree. If he drank any more booze, he'd have to be poured into the car the next day. She'd gone along with one drink. That never hurt. And she'd thought it was merely a preamble to getting fucked again. For some reason she couldn't quite figure out, John had intended getting really smashed.
She'd had enough psychology courses to realize he was probably feeling all sorts of guilt about cheating on his wife. That was tough. Melissa was horny and John was too. That was all there was to it. If he couldn't handle the mental end of it, that was his problem.
Not getting fucked again had left Melissa hornier than hell.
"How are you feeling, Pete? All rested? I gave you your medicine and it seemed to put you out like a light."
"I don't even remember that. All I remember. . ." His eyes bounced up and down running up and down my spine sends tingles all through my body."
"It does?" He sounded like he'd been unsure if this was the proper thing to be doing.
"It does. Now just keep going. You don't want me to loose that fine edge, do you?" Melissa was playing with him a little. There was no way she could ever lose her appetite for sex. It was ingrained in her very soul. When she died was when she'd lose her sex drive. And if there were an afterlife, maybe she could float around like she and John had. This time, though, she could fuck angels. Or more likely, demons. They'd have really hot pokers, she bet.
But her body was driving out such idle thoughts. Pete's tongue slowly looped and traced around each and every bone in her spine. He'd started in the middle of her back and worked down to the very tip of her bikini bottom. Hesitating at going further down, Pete started up again. His tongue left a wet trail of saliva wherever he went. Working up, he soon came to the woman's neck.
Pete moved around until he captured all of Melissa's ear in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the rim of her ear, then plunged his cock-hard tongue straight in.
Melissa was completely turned on now. The boy's hot breath was exciting her. The way his tongue moved on her sensitive ear generated tiny sparks that glowed in her brain. As he gently nibbled on her earlobe, Melissa knew that she'd created a fucking machine in Pete. The boy had learned well enough to do anything she told him.
"The bikini top, Pete, undo it!" she repeated.
His fumbling fingers undid the tiny knot. He reached around her slim body and took both tits in his young hands. The teenager knew what to do now. He'd done this before and it was so much fun, he could never forget.
He stroked gently up and down the white slopes of the cones. On top, he found the little cherries of Melissa's nipples. He could feel the excited beat of her heart through the nubbins of flesh. Squeezing down, the nipples expanded and hardened. His cock got harder thinking that it was he that caused this wonderful reaction.
Pete sidled closer to Melissa and started kissing her neck while he continued fondling those lovely boobs. The soft skin of her tits really made him feel alive. The slightly bumpy, ruddy plain surrounding the nipples seemed to ripple with arousal. He was pushing the woman's passions higher and higher.
"Good, Pete, very gooood!" she moaned. Melissa allowed the warm sensations of growing ecstasy to wash over her. The boy was able to get to her right away now. No more uncertainty. He knew what to do to get her turned on and ready. But after that—well, Melissa would have to make sure that he didn't goof.
Pete's hands began to rove up and down Melissa's body. She leaned back against Pete to allow the boy to have a better range. He kept one hand cupped around a perky tit. His other hand stroked across the slightly curved arch of her belly. The soft flesh under his hand quivered and shuddered slightly. Pete knew that this meant Melissa was ready for just about anything.
He wondered whatthat was going to be.
He shoved the thought out of his head. Melissa could tell him when the time came. Right now he was concentrating so hard on the tactile feelings racing up his arm from her warm skin that he didn't have time to do much else.
The teenager boldly moved his hand even lower until it dipped under the waistband of Melissa's bikini. She said nothing so he pushed even lower. The crinkly pubic hair excited him even more. He felt his cock begin to hurt. It was getting to be even more difficult to keep from blowing his wad then and there. Pete forced down the rising tide of his cum. It was hard to do but he made it.
There was so much he wanted to do with Melissa before he came!
"Ummmm, there, Pete, there!"
He'd moved low enough to discover the meek little clit poking its way out of the protective sheath of flesh. He looped his finger around it and stroked bottom to top. Melissa's hips wiggled and moved constantly now. He knew that he was getting to her. How much longer could he stimulate her before she told him what she wanted him to do?
When he curled his finger into her juicy little hole, Melissa cried out, "Aiiieee!"
Her hips shot off the bed and wiggled until his finger was driven far up her twat. The boy felt the flow of her cunt juices drenching his hand.
Melissa knew that she wasn't going to be able to string the boy along much longer. The fondling of her tits filled her with a warm, satisfied feeling. When he stroked over her belly and probed lightly at her navel, she found herself breathing harder.
Reaching her pussy mound had been the start of her real arousal. Before that, it was a quiet sort of sensation moving peacefully through her body. The touch of Pete's hand on her cunt, the way his fingers laced through her pubic hair, got to her. As he diddled with her clit, lightning bolts* seared through her belly. Her legs felt like lead weights. Her breathing came in rapid spurts. The boy's fingering of her cunt just about brought her off.
As he thrust up into her cunt, she did come. It was a little one, but an orgasm nevertheless. She'd been more aroused than she'd thought. The brunette knew then that Pete could give her real pleasure. And was going to do it then and there.
As soon as she could speak coherently, she said, "Pete, get flat on your back. This is going to be the real thing. We're going to fuck!"
Pete gulped and almost lost his load again. His balls burned and shook in anticipation. This was sort of a final exam for him. He knew that Melissa probably shouldn't have been doing all this with him. No nurse did what she was doing. But he was the last one who'd ever complain. She was a lot more fun than jacking off!
The teenager lay back on the bed and waited. He watched as Melissa stood on wobbly legs and shucked off the bottom to her bikini. At first, he could only see the flow of the firm lines of the woman's ass. Then Melissa turned and displayed the full range of her charms. Her triangular mat of fleecy cunt bush. The lewdly grinning lips between those lovely white thighs. Her tits swayed back and forth, tracing out invisible figure-eights in the air in front of her body.
Pete's cock got even harder. His four inches poked straight up. Melissa threw back the covers and said, her voice tinged with lust, "Wonder what we have here? Could it be a cock waiting for its first taste of pussy?"
. She quickly straddled his waist. This time she" faced him. He was able to reach out and grip her tits as Melissa poised her body over his upthrust cock. She held her body just above the crown of his prick. Reaching down with one hand, she gripped his rigid dong and pushed it until he could feel the heat and wetness oozing out of her cunt.
Melissa gasped a little as Pete's cock touched her cunt lips. She pulled the prick back and forth a bit, making sure that her labia were wet and ready. Then she dropped. Gravity pulled her down and shot the four inches of stiff cock into her hungering cunt.
Melissa moaned as she felt Pete's prod fill her cunt. She gripped down hard with her stomach muscles. Her cunt tightened to the point where the boy's tiny cock didn't seem tiny at all. She could feel it pulse and begin its carnal dance.
For long minutes, Melissa closed her eyes and let the sensation of a filled cunt assault her body. She was the one doing all the work; she was the one fucking Pete. But the boy didn't care. Melissa had to show him what it was like, this first time. Then she could see how well he could improvise and make do on his own.
But this was her show.
"Ready, Pete?" she asked.
He gulped. He felt as if his cock were on fire. If he'd shoved his dong into a fire, it couldn't have burned more.
"Yeah. I. .. I'll try to keep it in as long as I can."
"Don't worry about that. Just relax—relax and enjoy!"
With that, Melissa slowly raised her hips. Pete's dick slipped out of her clutching hot cunt. There was an obscene little smucking noise as his cock broke the vacuum formed deep inside the woman's twat. As his glans came free, Melissa suddenly dropped down again. Her body engulfed the boy's cock again. She felt his dong press her pussylips inward. The sudden compression of her blood-engorged flaps caused her to gasp. It was like having an arrow shot into her belly.
Melissa twisted from side to side as much as she could. She let the boy's cock stir around inside her velvety cunt. The juices oozing out dribbled down Pete's pole, then onto the furry little sac containing his balls. The brunette was turned on by the feel of her own juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.
She rocked back and forth as well as corkscrewing around. Once she leaned back as far as she could, bending Pete's prick as far as it could go. without either breaking off or sliding out of her slippery cunt. Melissa rose above the teenager's body once more. Then dropped.
"Damn, Melissa! That's making me so hot I don't know if I can hold it in much longer!"
"Just try, Pete, just try," she moaned.
Pete reached out and gripped the woman's tits again. He started concentrating on the warmth and softness of her tits.
Melissa's body was being flooded with passions she hadn't realized were in her. Getting Pete trained in the ways of fucking was one thing, keeping him under her close supervision was another. But Melissa was surprised to find out just how much she got off on this entire scene.
The feeling of power was great. The boy was putty in her hands. She could tell him to do anything. He would. Without question. He trusted her. She felt a surge of great responsibility and triumph. Melissa had never been in the position of so totally commanding anyone before.
Pete was so ignorant of what to do. And so puppy-dog eager to learn. She could lead him through the sex act and know that she was the first one. She was getting a virgin thirteen-year-old cock into her cunt. That knowledge made her even hotter. Melissa fucked faster as her emotions took control of her body.
The rise and fall of her fucking was guided to some extent by Pete's groping fingers on her jugs. The woman was aware of stimulation in a variety of erogenous zones. Her tits were aflame with desire. Pete was flicking the nipples back and forth. Each time he crushed one of her tits flat, stabs of joy knifed into her chest and made breathing more difficult. Her heart beat faster. Breath came like liquid fire in her throat.
But it was in her cunt that the most stimulation occurred. The boy's cock was small in comparison to his father's. There was no way of comparing a four-inch cock to a mighty nine-inch one. And John was able to fuck very well; he didn't rely solely on size. He had techniques to drive her wild with desire.
Pete, however, was young and pliable. He could be molded in any way Melissa chose. And his cock was doing a fine job of pushing her up the pinnacle of orgasm right now. Each stab of his cock into her pussy made another fire catch and burn brightly. Soon, her insides were flaming with the friction of Pete's cock along her ripply cuntal walls.
"Melissa!" Pete cried. "I.. . I'm losing it!"
The woman could begin to feel the boy's cockhead expand with the added blood of orgasm. His dong bounced and jerked inside her snatch, stimulating every inch of cuntal flesh that it touched. She clamped down with her well-trained muscles, letting her pussylips gently kiss the boy's prong.
When the first spurt of jism hit, Melissa's head spun. The second and third set off her orgasm. The heat of the boy's cum was too much. That and the way she kept the cock driving in and out of her cunt. She needed to be satisfied this time. She had to be. The fucking with John in the pool had been an interesting diversion, but he'd gotten drunk on her. This was what she needed, not a drunk to nurse back to sobriety.
Pete managed to keep his cock stiff longer than Melissa could have hoped. She managed to fuck herself royally on the boy's rigid prick. Twisting and turning, her hips took control of her body. Acid seared her nerves. Then orgasm claimed her.
She rocked and cried out. Fireworks exploded in her head and cunt. Heat and a gentler warmth made her feel sated, fulfilled.
As she looked down between her legs, she saw a limp cock dribble out of her cunt. It was covered with white cum and the glistening juice from her pussy.
"Well, Pete," she gasped out, her breath still sandpaper in her throat, "How was it? Your first real fucking?"
"Wow, Melissa! 1 never thought.. . wow!" he repeated. "This is a lot better than jerking off!"
"It sure is!" she said, smiling down at the youngster.
All she could think of was the warmth still filling her guts. The boy may have been young, but he was learning. Learning fast. It wouldn't be long before he could hold his cum in for a long time and bring her off a dozen times before coming himself.
Melissa was going to have fun training him.