Chapter 10
Three days later, Linda moved out of her brother's house. She decided that was the only way to handle the problem of what to do about Ron. She knew that if Betsy ever discovered them in bed together, it would probably break up Ron's marriage.
Tony's offer seemed more important now, but another push was necessary. The second event that helped Linda make up her mind occurred about a week after she'd left the Greer house. She'd moved into a small, furnished apartment on a quiet street. It would do for a while until she could accumulate enough money to buy her own furniture. She was happy about her new freedom. She had peace and quiet, no complications, an d a bathroom all to herself! Then one afternoon the doorbell rang and she opened the door to find Jerry standing there with a friend.
The friend was another boy. Both of them looked nervous. It was obvious what they wanted, and she immediately realized Jerry had been telling his friends about her. She sighed with hopeless resignation. If she couldn't resist one of them, how could she possibly resist two?
"This is Roy," Jerry said.
She nodded. "Come in," she said. She led them into the living room and sat them down on the couch. She brought Cokes out of the kitchen and chatted with them about the local baseball team. She maintained the pretense that Jerry had simply come along to visit his aunt and brought a friend. She knew better, and so did Jerry. She could see it in his eyes.
"Just sit here awhile," she said. "I'll be right back."
She walked off to the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes and put on a robe. She ran a comb through her hair and touched up her lipstick. She put on some eye shadow and dabbed perfume on her neck, on her wrists, and on the insides of her thighs. She closed the blinds and turned on the lamp beside the bed.
Walking into the living room again, she found them whispering.
"What's that all about?" she said.
Jerry shrugged. "Roy's bashful," he said.
She wasn't surprised. He certainly looked shy. Now that she could study him carefully, she also realized he was probably a year or two younger than Jerry.
"How come?" she teased. "I thought guys your age are very experienced."
"Roy's never been with a woman," Jerry said.
When she looked at Roy, he blushed. She decided that he was cute and that she wasn't sorry Jerry had brought him along. Purposely allowing her loosely belted robe to open up, she moved her thighs apart and briefly exposed her crotch.
The effect was electric. Jerry beamed and Roy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Holding back a smile, she casually crossed her legs and gave them another look.
"I suppose you guys are good friends," she said.
They nodded. Their eyes were glued to her legs, waiting for her to move them again. They were like hungry little animals, poised for a glimpse of her pussy. She sat watching them, relishing the situation, delighted with her control over them and the thought that Roy would probably turn out to be delicious. He was obviously so damned innocent and easy to control, she'd certainly have fun fucking him. Leaning forward, pretending to study her ankle, she let the front of her robe billow open to show her tits. When she raised her eyes, she caught Roy staring. She smiled at the way he blushed.
"Is it true you've never been with a woman?"
He nodded. "Not all the way," he said.
Years had passed since she'd heard the expression used. "You're sweet," she said. "You came here to fuck me, didn't you?"
He gulped. He shifted his legs. He nodded. He looked uncertainly at Jerry, but Jerry simply grinned.
"Good," Linda said. "But if we're going to do anything, I think we'd better get started I'm due at work in a few hours, and we don't want to rush things, do we? A good way to start is to take off your clothes, don't you think?"
Jerry took the cue. He rose and began unbuttoning his shirt. Roy copied him. She had two boys undressing in front of her, and she loved every minute of it. She Jet the robe fall away to reveal her legs. She could see them stealing glances at her crotch to catch a glimpse of her cunt.
Jerry had his clothes off first, his huge cock waving around like a menacing club. She felt a hot flood of cunt juice seep out of her puffy cuntlips. Her nipples were stiff with excitement.
A moment later, his eyes shifting nervously, Roy dropped his shorts to expose his hard, young cock bobbing over his tight, pink balls.
She looked at them, masking her own feelings in order to remain in control of the situation. She finally rose up and pulled the small end of the knot at her waist. The robe fell open and she slipped it off.
Their eyes blazed, rolling up and down between her tits and pussy. Tossing her robe over the back of the chair, she walked over to them and put her arms around Jerry. She kissed him on the mouth and pushed her tongue between his teeth. She ran a hand over his shoulder, down his belly to his waist, then crept it around behind him and cupped one cheek of his young ass. He squirmed and strained against her body. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly. She kissed him once more and moved over to Roy.
She kissed his lips. She ran a hand down the front of his body to take hold of his cock. She smiled when he jerked at her touch. "Relax," she said. She held his cock just tightly enough to keep him from pulling away. She massaged his cockhead with her fingers and kissed him again. She moved her free hand around his body to fondle his ass. Like a finely tuned instrument, he trembled in response to every touch. Moving the hand on his ass back to the front of his body, she played with his tight balls, massaging them lightly, then with greater force and authority, until he squirmed with each movement of her fingers. She could feel his cockhead dripping. She could feel her own juice oozing out to wet the insides of her thighs.
"Touch me," she said. "Do whatever you want. Don't be bashful."
Releasing his cock, she stepped back. His eyes fixed on her tits, he moved his hands up to the heavy globes. He ran his palms over them, gently at first, and then more firmly.
"Now my pussy," she said. "Put your fingers there."
He moved a hand down, but then he hesitated. Opening her legs, she grabbed his wrist and jammed his fingers against her dripping cunt. When he finally pulled his hand away, his fingers were glistening with her juice. Her eyes gleaming, she pushed the hand up to his mouth. When he balked at tasting her cunt juice, she laughed and pinched his cock.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said. "A bed is always better than the floor."
She walked away, conscious of their eyes on her ass. They hesitated only a moment, and then hurried to follow her.
Once inside the bedroom, she felt like a puppet master arranging a scene.
"Both of you get on the bed," she said.
She had Jerry stretch out on the near edge of the bed and Roy on the other side of him. Then she told Roy to move up until he had his ass at the head of the bed and his back against the headboard. She looked them over critically, making sure they were just where she wanted them, and then she climbed on the bed and straddled Jerry. She poised her crotch over his cock. She took his cock in her hand and stuffed his bloated cockhead into the mouth of her cunt, squatting down on it, driving the hard shaft deep into the steaming hole. She gasped and groaned until finally she had all of him buried inside her cunt to the hilt.
Leaning forward at the waist, she moved her face to Roy's lap and closed her mouth over the head of his cock. Jerry had sense enough to grab one of her hanging tits and stuff it into his mouth. Working her hips, grinding her cunt on Jerry, she sucked luxuriously on Roy's throbbing young fuck-meat.
Roy trembled and jerked and groaned. Pursing her lips, she pushed back his foreskin and worked her mouth over the rosy cockhead. The cock strained and grew, swelling in her hands as she licked it. She tightened her lips and clamped down on him.
She finally moved into a steady rhythm, impaling her cunt on Jerry's cock and then her mouth on Roy's. When they seemed too close to coming, she pulled away and had them change positions. Straddled over Roy now, his cock waiting impatiently to penetrate her gaping cunt, she looked down at his face and smiled.
"Having fun?"
"Yeah," he groaned.
"You want your cock in there, don't you?"
He nodded, his face flushed, his forehead coated with sweat.
"Put your hand on my cunt," she said.
His eyes uncertain, he moved a hand down to her crotch and ran his fingers between her dripping cuntlips.
"Now lick your fingers," she said. "I sucked your cock before and now I want you to lick your fingers. If you don't do it, we stop right here and you put your clothes on and get out."
"Jesus Christ!" he said.
"Do it!" she said. "Jerry has sucked my pussy dozens of times, or hasn't he told you?" When she looked at Jerry, he blushed. "Tell him," she said.
"It's true," Jerry said.
Linda chuckled. "Of course, it's true. It takes a real man to suck a pussy. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Now go ahead, Roy, lick your fingers and show me how much of a man you are."
He licked his fingers. When he finished, she kissed his mouth, playfully tweaked his nose, and eased her cunt down on his trembling cock. As she expected, it took no more than a few strokes to bring him off. His body stiffening, his throat gurgling out a hoarse groan, he shot a geyser of foaming white jism into the steaming channel of her cunt. She moved up and down on his throbbing, spurting cock, milking him until his balls were drained. At the end she leaned forward, closed her mouth over Jerry's cockhead, and sucked ferociously until he spewed his hot load down her throat. As the last spurt jetted into her mouth, a violent orgasm shook her body from head to toe. She waited until the last convulsing spasm had passed, and then she rolled off to the side and closed her eyes.
Minutes passed. The boys moved around on the bed. She kept her eyes closed and wished they'd go home. She decided she'd been crazy to get involved like this. The whole thing was crazy and dangerous. She heard someone leave the room. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself alone with Roy.
"Where's Jerry?" she said.
Leaning on his elbow, Roy looked at her. "Jerry went home," he said.
She turned her lips up in a wry smile; "And what about you?"
"I want to fuck you again," he said.
She sighed. At least he was open about it. She rose up out of bed. Her ripe nakedness dominated the room. He kept his eyes on her as she moved to the window. She cracked the blinds, peered out at the sunlit street, and turned back to him. He stared boldly at her jutting, brown-nippled tits.
"I'd like you to go down on me," she said. "Would you like to do that? Would you like to taste my pussy?"
"I don't know," he said.
She wanted his tongue on her clit. She wanted his sweet little mouth sucking out her juices. She smiled. She walked slowly across the room, her tits swinging as she moved. She lay down on the bed with her feet propped up against the headboard. She rubbed her hands enticingly over her body, over her breasts, down her belly, through the dark bush of hair at her crotch.
"Put your mouth on me," she said. "Don't be bashful."
After a long moment, he finally shifted his body, slowly kissing his way up her legs, inching toward her drooling cunt. She was aroused again. Her cunt was sopping wet, her cuntlips puffed and swollen. When his head reached her crotch, she grasped him tightly, holding his ears.
"Lick me all over first," she said.
He went to work. He licked the insides of her thighs, up to her crotch and then back down again, tasting her creamy flesh. The eagerness of his tongue increased as she rubbed his ears.
"Now my pussy," she said. "Put your mouth on it."
He was ready, even anxious to do it. He moved into the hot, waiting crotch, his tongue licking slowly and forcefully up and down the lips of her cunt. The lips opened under his prodding and he pushed his tongue between them. He kissed and sucked and licked, slurping his tongue into her cunt as deeply as he could.
Her legs locked around his face. "Keep your tongue moving," she said.
He burrowed his face deeper, probing her with his tongue, his upper lip working on her quivering clit.
She suddenly put her foot on his shoulder and pushed him away. She climbed over him, thrusting her body against him, her heavy tits hanging on his chest. Her fingertips went to his face.
"Your lips are wet," she teased. "Did my pussy taste good?"
He nodded.
"Say it out loud."
"Your pussy tasted good."
"That's better," she said. She grabbed his balls and cock and hefted them. "I'm going to suck you off," she said. "Maybe later, if you can get hard again, we'll fuck. But right now I want to suck you off."
She crouched on her knees between his legs. She stooped down, looked up at his face and smiled, and then took his throbbing cock in her hands.
"You have a nice cock," she said. "Some day you'll get married and make your wife very happy."
Bending low, she began licking his cock, running her tongue over it lightly, leaving a wet trail of saliva on the soft skin. She worked up more spit and pushed back his foreskin. She began to lick his cockshaft. When she had his cock completely covered with saliva, she closed her mouth over the knob and began sucking.
She loved the way he trembled. She loved the taste of him. She pulled her lips in over the edge of her teeth and rocked her body back and forth, sucking noisily, swallowing the length of his cock with each downward stroke of her mouth.
He grunted and pawed at the sheet under his body, arching his spine and bucking his hips.
Tightening the pressure of her lips, she continued rocking back and forth. There was a change in the taste of his cock. He was leaking jism and she knew it wouldn't be long before he unloaded his balls. She slowed down a little to tease him. He groaned and clutched her head with his hands, urging her to finish him.
She pulled her mouth off him, drooled saliva over his cockhead and licked the shaft. Once again, she took the throbbing cock into her mouth, working down until she felt his cockhead jam against her throat. He gasped and moaned. She felt a wave of satisfaction suffuse her body. Her cunt gushed, pouring out her juices and saturating her thighs. She could taste and smell his readiness, and a surge of excitement pulsed through her belly. Pursing her lips, she began working them back and forth, sliding them over his cock with a firm friction. He pitched and cried out, moaning and grunting.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
Popping his swollen cock out of her clinging mouth, she kissed his balls and licked his crotch, rubbing her nose in his meat, devouring him with her mouth.
Then, finally, she felt the sudden tensing in his body. She quickly closed her mouth over his cockhead. She rocked and pitched and frictioned his dicktip until he grunted and cried out in the first throes of his climax. The jism shot out of his cock, blasting against her palate, splattering into her mouth and throat. She worked hard to swallow it all, but there was too much of it. The white, hot juice seeped out of her gulping mouth and ran off her chin to drip down onto his body. With a final convulsive spurt jetting at the back of her throat, he groaned and suddenly went limp.
Later, as he lay on the bed watching her dress, he asked her when he could see her again.
She shook his head. "I'm leaving town in a few days," she said. "I won't be back."
A groan of disappointment came to his lips. "Where are you going?"
"I'm moving to Chicago," she said. Then she added, "If you ever get there, you can look me up."
Moving to the bed, she kissed his cheek and lifted his limp, wet cock in her hand.
"And make sure to bring this along," she said.