Chapter 2
Linda was awakened by the muffled tone of the control console beside her bed. The tone meant that her sixteen-year-old daughter Patsy had just entered her bathroom. Linda pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes. It was a little early for Patsy to be up. And it was Saturday too. But a psychologist could never rest when there was something to be learned about human behavior. And though she might be considered cold and scientific, Linda knew that her daughter offered too good an opportunity for intimate observation to ignore. That was why Linda had wired Patsy's bathroom for sound and had a one-way mirror built into the wall. She'd even photographed her daughter once or twice. Of course Patsy should never find out about any of this research. But it helped Linda immensely in her work. Especially since Patsy seemed typically shy about her body and about sex. It wasn't hard to relate her daughter's youthful behavior to the problem of more mature patients she had to deal with at the clinic.
"Okay Patsy darling," Linda said, swinging her legs out of bed. "Are you just going to tinkle or are you up to something else?"
For the past year Patsy had not been up to much of anything else at all. A couple of times Linda had observed her daughter playing with the shampoo hose but the games had never gone so far as orgasm. Patsy seemed to harbor some hidden reticence about exciting herself to that final, ecstatic peak. Still the girl was becoming more aware of her body all the time. Linda had taken some exquisite photos of Patsy examining her breasts, her vulva and even her clitoris. Still the touching always stopped short of what might be called masturbation. At sixteen Patsy was something of a prude. But Linda wasn't bothered in the least by her daughter's seemingly slow development.
Linda pulled the curtains to darken the room. Then she quietly opened the panel on the wall so she could directly observe the interior of her daughter's bathroom.
"Oh yes, Patsy had a friend stay over last night. Monique." But it wasn't Monique who sat on the closed toilet lid. It was Patsy. And Linda's heart did a little flip-flop when she saw that her daughter had stripped off her night gown and draped it over the door knob. She was naked, her long blonde hair falling over the fronts of her shoulders, her knees parted. And she was breathing rather rapidly. Linda felt a tingle in her crotch. She flipped the switch which would let her hear every sound Patsy might make. The first words that came through the small speaker made Linda tremble again.
"I shouldn't. I'll probably feel awful afterwards." Patsy opened her knees wider to expose the inner folds of her young cunt. Linda could see the delicate pink form of a perfect, virgin vulva. The tiny beaded clit almost hidden by its hood. And further down the darker membrane of Patsy's hymen.
As she watched, her daughter reached to take a small bottle of baby oil from the back of the sink. She put some on her forefinger and then very gently touched the glossy digit to the open slit of her mound.
"Ohhhh," Patsy sighed, half closing her eyes. Linda reached to grab her camera from the top of her dresser. She advanced the film, set the exposure and began to click off shots as fast as she could. Patsy was gingerly massaging the dainty folds of her vagina now, moving her fingers rhythmically. The big muscles in her thighs hardened and went soft again. Her back arched and she leaned out over the front edge of the toilet, mouth slack, eyes dazed. The slick sound of her fingering herself made Linda's own cunt grow wet. But she couldn't ignore the rising excitement she experienced. She focused on her daughter's oil-slick finger as it petted the swelling bud of her clit.
"Ohhhhh god that feels so good," Patsy sighed, licking her lips. Her small tits shivered as she reacted to the thrilling friction she was making between her thighs.
Linda was enthralled. It was her daughter's awkwardness as much as anything. Her shy exploration of her young body that made Linda's blood grow hot. Patsy's tits were so small, so innocent looking. And her hips had not yet filled out to the wider pelvic structure of a mature female. Only her tiny waist gave her a feminine shape. And being so young it didn't appear that she would have much trouble reaching a climax. Linda clicked off a few more shots before the shuddering jerks of her daughter's body told her that indeed that magic moment was approaching.
"This is fantastic," Linda said under her breath. "The first time I've ever made a photographic record of an actual orgasm."
Patsy was squirming around wildly now, just her trim little ass perched on the edge of the toilet. Her finger moved steadily up and down over the tumid head of her clit. Her head was thrown back to expose her thin, white neck.
But outside of the scientific part of her observation, Linda found herself very, very excited. She had tried to ignore it at first but now her body was reacting so strongly to the sight and sounds of Patsy masturbating that she was having trouble holding the camera.
"Damn," she cursed, trying to remain the scientist. But at last she put the camera down and pushed a hand down her belly. She touched her own mound through the silky material of her gown. She began to rub it slowly as Patsy bucked violently where she sat.
"Whhhaaaahhh," Patsy whined, her face twisted in the agony of pure pleasure. Linda massaged her own cunt more deeply as she stared with erotic fascination. Then with a cry of defeat she jerked her gown up and plunged a finger into her crevice. It took her only a second to find the hole. Using three fingers she fucked herself slowly as her daughter came unglued in the next room.
"Uhhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh! Yooowwwweeeee!"
Linda had never seen so much squirming in her life. Patsy's back arched and humped, her small tits jiggling softly as she felt the full brunt of climactic ecstasy. Patsy's belly sucked in sharply under her rib cage and she drooled from the throbbing bursts of pleasure. As she massaged herself to paradise she clamped her thighs together as if to capture the tingling thrill that devoured her vulva. Linda stared open-mouthed as she continued to use her own fingers to bring her own pussy to inflamed excitement.
It was over for Patsy very quickly. She got to her feet and leaned weakly on the wash basin. Linda could see she was disturbed by what she'd done. The girl splashed herself with cold water. It made Linda wince just to watch it. And now that her daughter's little game had ended she didn't have the heart to keep on stimulating herself. "But a steady, animal hunger gnawed at her inside. She'd never experienced such raw lust. Again she scolded herself for being so unscientific, so emotional.
The bathroom was empty now and Linda closed the door to the mirror and flicked off the speaker. She pulled her robe tightly around her and went down the hall to her husband's bedroom. She opened the door quietly and gazed at his sleeping form. As unsexy a man as one could ever hope to find. She'd married him for mutual interests. One of them being sex. But as the years had slipped by Harry had grown less interested in the delight they'd both enjoyed when young. Then came the separate bedrooms and separate lives. Only occasionally did Linda approach her husband with sex on her mind. And he never made advances to her.
She leaned close' to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Something made her stop. She could almost predict how it would be. Harry would be sleepy and a little irritated at being awakened so early on a Saturday. Little by little she would work on him. It would take quite a bit of fellatio to get him in the mood but eventually her soft, hot mouth would make his cock rigid and swollen with blood. Then he'd just lie there on his back while she put his cock into her cunt and did all the work. Even then he'd usually come first, leaving her frustrated and empty. Linda decided not to awaken him. She quietly closed his door again and went back to her own room. It took her only a few minutes to slip into a skirt and blouse. She found a pair of summer sandals and touched some perfume to her ears. Then she ran a brush through her light brown hair and hurried out to the garage.
It was early and the streets were not busy. Linda had no idea what she was really up to. It was that craving that was pushing her, making her search the sidewalks with her eyes as she drove through town. She saw him on the motel-strewn highway leading out of the downtown area. Young, clean-shaven, t-shirted. He had a pack beside him on the sidewalk but didn't appear to be thumbing. She went by him and circled the block. The next time around she pulled up to the curb and leaned over to the open window.
"Need a lift?"
"Matter of fact I do." He shouldered his pack into the back seat and slid in beside her. Close up she liked him even better than before. "I thought you were a cop the first time you went by, white car and all."
"Cops don't drive Lincolns." She pulled back into the road.
"I couldn't tell it was a Lincoln." He sat politely close to the door, his hands on his knees. Linda kept asking herself if she was really doing this. Yes, she was. The hunger still inside her. She kept glancing at the young man's crotch. Through the faded denim she could almost see the shape of his cock. She drove for a few miles without saying anything much. At the dirt turnoff into the national forest Linda slowed and turned.
"Guess you can drop me here," the boy said. "Oughta be some more traffic by on the highway pretty soon."
Linda gave him an inviting look and kept driving into the woods. The young man picked up what was going on immediately. But he seemed more embarrassed than intrigued. Linda pulled into a secluded camping spot and shut off the ignition. She realized she knew nothing about seducing a man almost twenty years younger. So she just started unbuttoning her blouse.
"God lady," the boy mumbled, his eyes getting wider as first one breast and then the other bounced free on her chest.
"My name's Linda. What's yours?"
"Bob." He rubbed his knee nervously. "Just Bob."
"Bobby? Is it alright if I call you Bobby?" She'd untucked the blouse from her skirt now and peeled it back from her shoulders. The boy stared at her flat belly.
"You can call me anything you want," he managed to say. His cock had made the crotch of his jeans swell out like they were about to explode. Linda was fooling with the zipper of her skirt now. She inched it down off her hips and stuck a leg out towards Bobby. He grabbed the skirt and yanked it the rest of the way off. His eyes went directly to the soaked band of pale blue nylon that was plastered to her cunt. She knew he could smell her by now. Linda felt a little cracy. A married woman, a respected member of the community. And here she was giving herself to some stranger she'd picked up off the side of the road. But that hunger said yes.
"Aren't you going to take your things off?" she asked, licking her upper lip in a seductive way. The young man started yanking at his clothes, his eyes never leaving her near-naked body for an instant. When he was stripped to his skivvies she grabbed his wrist. "Let me take those off."
"Yes ma'am."
"It's Linda. Remember?"
"Linda. Yeah. Sure, you can take them off Linda."
Inch by teasing inch Linda pulled the elastic waist of his skivvies down. She saw the dark curls of his pubic hair and the white, blue-veined shaft.
Then it bobbed up stiffly and she drew in a breath of excitement. It was bigger than she'd expected, thicker too. She circled her fingers around it and squeezed. A tiny drop of fluid appeared at the tip. The boy was uncircumcised and well built. She thought of the many times she'd gone down on her own husband without really wanting to. But now she had a hankering to fill her mouth with this stranger's hot cock.
"Christ, I must be doing something right to be so damned lucky," Bob said.
"You seem like a pretty nice guy." Linda pumped his cockskin gently, watching the reaction in his eyes. He was breathing hard already. "You're not a quick comer, are you?"
"I guess that depends..."
Watching him watching her, Linda pursed her mouth and eased it down against the dark and angry looking glans. Holding him steady she rubbed her velvety lips against his stretched knob until it was coated with glistening saliva. His prick jerked in her fingers. The young man moaned under his breath and she saw the big muscles in his thighs get hard.
"You like that, don't you?" she teased, letting the tip of her tongue trace the flared edge of his glans. The boy tried to answer but could only grunt deep in his throat. Again Linda let her lips ease down on the feverish knob of cockflesh. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. And so was
Bobby.
"God ... Ohhhhh god," He groaned, working his hips up from the car seat. Linda found his balls and massaged them gently, loving the way they slipped around in their loose sac. Again, Bobby felt as good about what she was doing as she did. Probably even better.
"You're neat," she whispered, daring to let his cocktip actually enter her mouth. The boy held his breath his breath as his glans bumped the soft swell of her tonsils. She smoothed her tongue tan-talizingly against the underside of his shaft. Then she flicked it back and forth against the swollen lobes at the very bottom of his knob. The young .man lurched and grabbed her head with both hands.
"What am I doing?" she thought, realizing again the position she'd put herself in. But the deep needs she'd felt were beginning to be satisfied. She couldn't stop now. No matter what the cost eventually she couldn't possible stop now.
Linda let her tongue make a deep trough and rubbed it forward and back along the boy's throbbing cockshaft. She was sucking the tender underside of the lovely organ, the place where it was most sensitive. The young man was twisting and gasping and touching the sides of her head. She knew she had to stop and stop soon if she didn't want a mouthful of steaming cream.
"Don't you think you'd like to try something else for awhile?" she breathed, looking at him with spit-glossed lips. He gave her a heavy look, his lungs filling and emptying from the excitement she'd stirred in his body.
"Yeah Linda, if you want to, I sure do."
"Why don't you take them off?" she suggested, wiggling her self around in the seat so she was on her hands and knees. The sensation of her panties being peeled down over her smooth, white ass was lovely. And the young man named Bob did it with surprising restraint. He did know something about lovemaking it seemed.
"Christ, you're beautiful." He rubbed his palms over the plump rounded swells and a hot tremble went through Linda's belly and loins.
"Keep touching me like that," she begged, pushing her bottom back at him. The boy smoothed her some more, letting his fingers sneak between her thighs finally. She felt her feverish mound being gingerly pried open. A whimper escaped her throat and then a groan as Bobby pushed a finger into the dripping heat. Her folds parted for him and he found her cunt hole easily.
"Oh wow, you're really hot. Hotter than my girl ever gets."
"Uhhhh Bobbeeee!" she gasped, loving the young hands against her delicate, slippery vulva. She pumped her ass, rubbing the sensitive spots against his fingertips. He dug deeper, stretching the muscles of her hole open to get two fingers in ... then three.
The sound of him fingerfucking her made Linda remember how it'd been when she was a teenager She'd let boys finger her in cars, in downtown movies, even in a back booth of the drugstore snack shop. Once at a church retreat she'd even let a guy put his finger into her eager little cunt while a prayer session was going. And now with this young stud doing the same thing she was fired excitedly by old memories and present fact. Her big tits hung down from her chest, swinging slightly as she worked her hips against the in-and-out penetration. More of her juice spilled out. She felt it dripping down her thigh. She was smoldering with want!
"Uhhhh Bobby! Ohhhh darling, fuck me! Fuck me now!"
"Jesus..." the boy gasped, grabbing her hips and puling his skivvies down to his knees. His cock bumped stiffly against her mound as it swung up between her parted thighs. She worked her hips wildly again, rubbing her juicy outer lips against the top of the crown. Her slick butter wet it, gave heat to it. Bobby was going nuts trying to kiss her and get it in at the same time.
"You ever done it doggy style before?" she asked, breathless from the feel of him trying to mount her.
"No, but it sure is neat." He found her hole finally and she tilted her pelvis to make the penetration easier. Still the boy was having trouble.
"Let me..." She had his cock now, guiding it up, forcing the spongy tip into the muscled opening. When it had slipped inside, she squeezed down on it and heard Bobby gasp. She squeezed again, moving her ass in a slow circle, rubbing his tender head with her juicy insides.
"Christ," he grunted, "It's so soft! Inside you, s-s-so soft!"
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes. He felt big and stiff and hot. She gave a little squeal when he grabbed the fronts of her hips and lunged. The sudden stab of his cock as it went in halfway was wonderful. She plunged her bottom up and down as his chest rubbed across her back.
"Ohhh harder baby, harder!"
The boy kissed the nape of her neck and rammed again. His cock felt even bigger than it looked. Linda could feel the head spreading out inside her. like a firm but velvety barb raking at her dainty insides. And the slick sound of him pulling back and jabbing deep again made her drool. She had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the car seat. Bobby was getting wild now, nipping at her shoulders as he grunted with pleasure.
"Feel good to put that stiff thing in me?" she asked.
"Yeah! Christ is it ever!"
"What would your girl think if she knew?"
"She'd kill me."
"Ohhhhh, darling! It's getting so deep!"
"Mmmmmuuuhhnnn," Bobby moaned, pressing his cheek between her shoulder blades as he rooted with the swollen head of his prick.
"Oh Bobby, let me turn around..." The sensation of having that throbbing rod dragged from her body made Linda sigh. Then she turned in the seat while Bobby knelt watching her. Her pussy was dripping and very hot. When she was on her back she lifted one leg up and there was a soft, sexy sound as the outer lips of her vulva parted to expose the blood-engorged folds deeper inside. Bobby stared at the hungry crevice as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.
"I'm awfully messy today," Linda whispered. "I guess you really excite me."
She put her hand out to caress the upward jut of his prick. It was slick with sex butter and when she touched his heavy-hanging balls the boy bit his lip and made a funny sound.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Well, it is. And now you can really get deep inside me! Ohhh do it Bobby, do it good to me now!" She parted her knees as wide as the cramped space would allow. Bobby leaned forward over her body as she fit the pulsing glans into her crevice.
"Do it slow honey," she whispered. "Tease me with it!"
Bobby kissed her mouth and she was caught up in the youthful eagerness of his caress, her tongue matching his, teasing his, fighting his. He kissed her breasts then, slowly and gently, making the brown nipples rise up out of the creamy flesh. Linda's areolas were small like a teenager's but her nipples were thick and dark. With this young lover sucking on them they'd turned into tiny fingers that were exquisitely sensitive.
"Whhhuuuuuhhhh," Linda groaned, wallowing them up against the young, hungry mouth. She cried out when he bit her but she pulled his head down harder with her hands, lurching and bucking from the acute pleasure she was experiencing. Her cunt snapped at the shape of his cock now, trying to suck it deeper. When Bobby could no longer resist the temptation he started to shove it all the way in.
"Nhhhhooo, tease me! Please make me beg for it!"
"God, I want you so bad I'm about to come all over the place!"
"Don't come. Ohhh, if you do I'll bite it off!"
They laughed at this but the level of their passion was too intense for it to be amusing. They were clutching at each other again, Bobby fighting to keep his head about him while Linda petted his back and buttocks and then found his heavy, sac-hung balls.
"Baby, baby ... it's so good!"
"Ohhh Linda...."
"Give it to me! Fuck me hard!" But when Bobby started to push his glans deep, Linda tugged his balls to hold him away. Just his throbbing head was inside the clasping, sucking opening of her pussy. She tightened her ring of muscles around the shaft just behind the swollen knob, loving the expression on Bobby's face as he experienced the agonizing pleasure.
The tickle of shivery ecstasy began to build around the tip of her clit. It spread its glow outward, heating up her entire mound with a ravishing, delightful burn. She pumped her curvy ass, rubbing the tender flesh of Bobby's cock with her glossy surfaces. The boy was shaking like a leaf.
"Now!" She cried, putting her mouth against his neck. "Fuck me!"
She was already coming when the young man rammed his prick to the hilt. The sudden contact of his body against her clitoris made her scream and kick a heel up against the headliner of the car. The material ripped but Linda couldn't have cared less. A hot, spearing cock was sliding in and out of her pussy! A muscled and handsome young man was fucking her for all he was worth. And she was coming! The waves of pure pleasure jolted through her like magic rays from outer space. She choked on her own screams, her firm body squirming and bucking under the frenzied male attack.
"Yesssss!" she murmured, nails digging into Bobby's back. He ground his mouth against hers and she felt the slack sloppiness of his kiss. All men kissed like that when they were spurting semen. She could feel the throbbing power of his prick as it jetted cream deep into her pussy. Her vulva was swollen completely open now so that all its tender surfaces were rubbed by the base of Bobby's cock, by his body, by his kinky pubic curls.
"Nhhhaaaaahhh!" she cried, grinding her teeth together. "Yhhhaaaaahhh!"
"Linda...! " Bobby's back humped up sharply as he got her deep and good. He got her with quick, womb stretching shoves that flattened the bulging head of his cock against the tight-knotted entrance to her uterus. Linda wrapped her thighs around his body, locked her heels.
"Uhh! Uhhhhnn! Ohhhh! Yuuhhnn!" She was working now, sweating, panting. Her cunt squeezed at the boy's prick convulsive, milking it, eating it! And then she was quivering all over. She was exhausted. She was done. She was ravished by the young male and yet a ravisher at the same time. They lay together, chest and breasts sticky with sweat. It was Bobby who finally spoke first.
"I've got to see you again."
"I don't think that would be advisable," Linda said, not wanting to talk about anything. She had her eyes closed, had the young man's head cradled in the hollow of her neck. She could feel the slow seep of juice and semen as it made its way into the crack of her ass. It felt lovely. She wanted to savor it all. She didn't get the opportunity to make such nice memories very often. But Bobby was adamant.
"I've just got to know where you live. I've got to..."
"Ssshhh," she insisted, making him relax again. Her breasts were comfortably flattened by his chest. Her hot thighs clasped him. Inside she could feel the slow wilting of his manhood. She tightened her cunt to keep him from sliding out any further.
"Please Linda, I think I'd flip out if I didn't get to see you again sometime."
"I'm married," she said at last, "with a daughter and a profession and everything that goes along with it."
"Do you love your husband?" Bobby asked. Linda didn't answer for a long time. Then she let out a breath.
"No. But that's beside the point."
Bobby eased himself up from her. A string of white cum dripped from his cock. Linda got out the driver's side and mopped her well-fucked cunt on her panties. Then she put on her skirt and blouse and sat on a rock to tie her sandals. Bobby was still lying on the front seat of the car. She was beginning to get irritated with him.
"I've got to get back to town," she said. "You'd better get your clothes on."
"Can't we do it again?" he asked, leaning on the edge of the door.
"I'd love to but I really must get back." She slid behind the wheel and started the car. Bobby pulled on his skivvies and jeans and was buttoning his shirt as she eased up the narrow road out of the picnic grounds. "I'll drop you on the highway like you wanted," she told him. He was sulking, having heavy thoughts. Linda felt bad but what could she do. "
"You were heading out of town anyway," she tried, glancing over. "How could you see me again if you're not sticking around?"
"I was just going upstate to visit my folks. I'll be back in a week."
Linda let the whole thing drop. She was getting a little bored with Bobby's hurt look. At the stop sign where the highway started again she turned and smiled at him. Bobby got out, wrestled his pack from the backseat and leaned in the window.
"So it's just wham bam, thank you ma'am?" he asked, his eyes still showing disappointment.
"No. It's wham bam, thank you sir," Linda said, winking at him. "Now go find your girl friend and do to her what you just did to me. She should appreciate you. You're a really fine lover."
"She doesn't. She's too uptight about really getting it on. Linda, I...."
But Linda gunned the car, leaving the boy standing at the roadside. In a few seconds she looked in her rear view mirror to find him out of sight. She let out a breath.
"That almost got too sticky to handle. But it was awful nice." The pleasant glow between her thighs reminded her that her pantyless mound was still feeling comfortably fucked. She wanted to savor that luxury for as long as possible.