Chapter 5
The young, muscular boy named Pete Foster was on Miss Harble's mind the entire following day.
All that morning in the stacks she kept glancing up, hoping to see him standing there slyly grinning at her. She didn't quite know what she would have done if he had appeared-but she knew that the idea having him sexually interested in her was very appealing. Wickedly and even dangerously appealing.
But Pete did not show up that morning, nor in the afternoon. His failure to appear caused her to go through a whole series of feelings-from disappointment to concern to anger. And that was the last emotion she was left with, the tiny flame of anger licking almost mockingly between her legs. She felt that the young man had merely been making fun of her with all those grins and compliments. He had probably even laughed at her once he got outside the library!
The thought that she could be the object of ridicule to a boy like that-perhaps even to Willy-sent cold chills down her back.
"I'll never put myself in a position to be dominated by a mere adolescent male," she told herself, sternly. "This little thing Willy and I are having will pass-and someday neither of us will think anything at all about it."
But despite her lofty intentions to be above the need of somebody like Pete Foster, she still found herself glancing up all afternoon from the checkout desk-hungry for the sight of the handsome, well-endowed young man.
And she was more than ready when closing time came. She had a headache and her nerves were tingling like struck piano wires.
She did manage to get home before Willy on this day, and she went immediately to her bedroom, strewing her clothes all over the place like a high school girl. She thought that if she didn't get into the bathtub for a long soak, her headache would split her skull wide open.
She was no more settled deep into the soapy tub than the telephone rang.
"Damn you, just ring," she breathed.
She ignored the dozen or so stubborn rings and took her time about enjoying the sweet luxury of her bath. But when she was finally out of the tub and toweling herself dry, the phone jangled sharply again.
"For God's sake," she sighed. "It must be important."
She slipped into the thin pink peignoir which had become her favorite garment since she seduced Willy in it-and trailed a lilac scent back to her bedroom. By habit she lay down on the bed and snatched up the phone which was on the little night stand nearby.
"Yes--? "
"Hi, honey-what the hell kept you? You been fucking the iceman down in the kitchen ? "
That muffled teenaged voice again!
"I've asked you not to call here," she began, as she always began, "and you should know that if I informed the police-"
"You ain't gonna inform the police or anybody else, baby. You wanta know why? Cause you dig having a young stud like me talk dirty. You think about boys with big pricks all the time. You were thinking about one yesterday, weren't you?"
"I-I don't know what you mean!"
"Sure you do. Think about it."
She was thinking about it-and the thoughts were terrifying her. She was thinking of that boy named Jack, the one Willy said he had got the pornographic film and projector from. It could be him she was talking to right now!
"I think you had better explain yourself," she managed, keeping as much rigidity to her voice as possible.
She heard him chuckle softly at the other end. "Sure, Miss Harble, I'll explain. I set you up for that little demonstration yesterday in the library. It was my cock you were eyeing like a cat eyeing a canary. I got it hard just to see if you would turn on-and, sweetheart, you turned on like a two-bit whore."
Her blood was pounding. "Is this-Pete Foster?"
"Uh-huh, and I'll bet this is the horny lady with the rose pinned to her hot tit."
"You-you obscene little-bastard!"
"Hey, honey, cut that out. I may be a bastard, but I damn sure ain't little. You saw that for yourself. I've got nine big inches down there-and that's not bad for just being seventeen years old."
He had taken the handkerchief away from his mouth now, and she indeed recognized the husky, almost manly voice that the same Pete Foster had used yesterday. And once again she felt the wildly mixed emotions-irritation and fascination!
"Sorry if you were expecting me in today," Pete was drawling, his voice an arrogant, sexy tone of confidence, "but you see, I've got this other nice lady who's interested in me. Or did you think you were the only lucky sinner on my phone list? Hell, baby, if you only knew half of what goes on in your age bracket, you'd turn green with pure envy. I mean, if you're not getting your horny old twat serviced regularly by some fuck-machine like me, it's your own fault."
"D-don't you dare come back into the library," she sniffed, feeling idiotic for saying exactly the opposite of what she was feeling.
Fortunately, he ignored her.
"Listen, Miss Harble, how about trying me out. I'm willing to go along for one free ride, just to let you get a taste of the product. Tell you what, you arrange it and I'll fuck you. Make it your place or a motel. I'll ball you dizzy for say an hour. You name the number of times you wanta cum, and I'll guarantee you to deliver. If you don't agree I'm one of the best studs you've ever had pump your pussy, you don't owe me a thing. But if you like it as much as I know you're gonna, we set up a regular little deal. Twenty bucks a fuck."
Despite the shocking, insulting nature of his conversation, she was being helplessly turned on by him. The casual, cynical way in which this teenaged gigolo was trying to entice her into a business deal involving her sexual needs and his stallion qualities was making her cunt twitch and the nipples of her tits point up against the teasing lightness of the peignoir!
"You still there, doll?"
"Y-yes," she whispered, raggedly.
"Lemme tell you about my services. 'Course, I keep everything strictly confidential, but I will tell you about this one lady I've been serving for about four months now. But no names, so don't ask. She's married and all, but her husband is a fat, bald-headed old geezer who is gone a lot of the time. I met her when I went over to do her yard. Mow the lawn, clip hedges and all that shit. But I got her message right off when she wanted me to come in for a Coke. Hell, she was wearing nothing but a few fucking feathers. First thing I knew she was telling me about how her husband didn't satisfy her, how her nerves were killing her, how much she envied any young girl who could have a nice boy like me on the string. I didn't need a college education to understand her. To make a nice long fuck-story short, I went upstairs with her and screwed her hairy, sucking old slit for almost two hours. You dig the scene."
"Yes."
"And, man, you talk about somebody enjoying my prick. She gurgled and mewed like a day-old kitten while I poked it to her. I fucked her until my balls were dripping with hot cunt juice, and even after I got my own rocks off she was begging me for more. Real perverted stuff, too. All I can say is, it's the first time I ever had my ass-hole sucked and my nuts licked by a woman old enough to be my mother."
Her tits were firm as sponge balls now, the nipples hard and pointing-and the folds of her own pussy were spreading apart, wet and twitching.
"But the money," she heard herself whining.
"Sure, lady. A guy has got to live. I'm still in school, I've got no regular job, but I need some bread to cruise around on. What the hell, isn't having your horny slit worked on for an hour or two by a super-stud like me worth twenty bucks? C'mon, let's set up a date. like I said, the first fuck is on me."
She was about to reply to that lewd plea when she glanced up at the door of her bedroom.
Willy was peering in at her, a sly grin on his face.
A stab of guilt went through her, and she gasped quickly into the phone, "I can't talk anymore now."
"Hey, see ya tomorrow!"
She snapped down the receiver just as Willy came sauntering into the room, his eyes taking in her barely covered body with a slow sweep of real interest.
"Was that your dirty playmate?" he asked, casually.
She tried to answer just as casually, but she knew her cheeks were flushed and burning. "I don't know who it is, but I've tried to make him stop." , Willy grinned slackly. "They say the best way to get an obscene phone caller off your back is to always hang up. Maybe you ought to try that-unless you enjoy it more than you pretend."
On the word "pretend" he gave another knowing glance at the way her tits were popping up under the peignoir. But instead of moving to her, or sitting on the edge of the bed so that he could touch her excited nipples, he merely continued to stand a foot or two away-grinning at her in a way she had never noticed before.
"Willy," she said, softly, "I'm glad you're home. Would you like to-uh-join me?"
His strange grin held for a second or two, and then he hooked his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans. "Why don't you just say it, Aunt Mary. You want me to take off my clothes and fuck you."
"If you must put it so crudely, Willy, I-"
He interrupted her with a sharp little bark of laughter. "Me put it crudely? That's really funny. Who was it who came down to my room and seduced me? Who was it who fucked me in my own bed?"
She waited, not at all liking the new tone in his voice. A tone of teenaged rebellion.
"If you'd rather not continue with our relationship, then I'm sure-"
"You're sure the guy on the phone will be glad to take care of your greedy cunt for you, eh?"
"Don't talk to me like that, Willy."
She had never seen his face look so evil, his grin so lusty and demanding. And then she remembered that it was the very same look he had had on his face last night-when he pulled his prick out of her and shot his sperm insolently over her naked body.
"Don't get me wrong," he said, evenly. "I wouldn't want you to go running to Mom about me jacking off and looking at dirty movies."
She knew better than to say anything at that point. But he seemed to want her to get his meaning completely, and he gave her another smug grin. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go tattle to Mom, either."
She took a deep breath. "Willy, just what on earth do you want from me?"
His boyish face brightened. "Only a couple of things, Aunt Mary. First, I want a good blowjob-just like the one we saw in the flic yesterday. And then I want you to promise that I can bring Peggy Williams over here, and fuck her."
"T-that's impossible!"
"Not really. Hell, you don't have to be here. I'll bring her over in the afternoons while you're working in the library. She knows I live with my aunt, and she won't suspect a thing. But she wants me to ball her, and I want to do it right."
"I don't like the idea."
He grinned again. "Yeah, but you'll go along with it."
"You seem so sure!"
"I am. I'm cock-sure, like they say. You want what I've got, I'm damn sure about that."
Something in the back of her mind kept reminding her that only a month ago she would have slapped Willy's leering, arrogant young face. But that was a month ago. Today was today-and already her cunt seemed to be surrendering with little helpless throbs of anticipation. She did want him to fuck her. She needed that kind of charity from him desperately.
"All right," she breathed, softly, "you can bring that little tramp over here once-but I don't want to see her. And I don't want to know anything at all about it."
"Don't worry. I won't tell you how I feel fucking a hot girl my own age. Besides, I've got enough hard cock to take care of both of you."
His words were drumming fists of lust into her loins!
"Then fuck me now, Willy. Please?"
"Sure, Aunt Mary-but only after you've given me what I want."
She remembered and drew back a little against the pillow. "Willy, I've never in my life...."
Her voice trailed off in a hoarse little croak as he brought both his hands around and unzipped his fly. She watched as he pulled his half-hard cock out of his pants. He let it hang temptingly out, just the edge of his balls showing and a bit of tufted pubic hair.
"Suck on me, Aunt Mary."
She was amazed that the idea did not disgust her. Naked, Willy seemed very beautiful and completely innocent. But standing in front of her with only his sturdy young penis exposed-and exposed with the sole purpose of making her suck on him-changed her image of him completely. But the new image was strangely exciting to her. Her blood pulsed with a deeply erotic excitement, in fact. So deep that she felt her tongue swelling faintly in her mouth.
He came closer to the bed, his prick swaggering between his legs-and growing firmer by the second.
"C'mon," he whispered, roughly. "Eat my dick. Take my cum that way once-and I promise I'll fuck you as long as you want!"
It was an offer she couldn't resist.
With her cheeks flushed and her eyes glinting with the lewd novelty of it all, she leaned out on her elbows and brought the edge of her lips right to the blunt and spongy head of Willy's prick. Her nostrils flared slightly as the male odor of his aroused teenaged tool hit her-but it was a smell all females enjoy, a sexual scent that can turn a pussy soft and submitting in an instant.
"Lick it," he husked, urging the slitted tip of his cock right up against her barely parted lips.
Blindly and shamelessly, she rolled her tongue out and ran it over and around the smooth shape of his pink meat.
He groaned softly, and pushed his prick further into her face.
She licked on the bloating nub of his sex until it was glistening from her saliva, and then she began to run the flat of her tongue down the rigid column of hard meat-up one side and down the other. She had to cock her head this way and that, like a hungry bird, to lick each warm inch of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus," he whispered, thickly, "I love that shit! I love the way your tongue feels down there! Just lick on it, baby. Just lick it like a lollipop for a while!"
She raided up and down his boldly stiffened organ once again, lapping here and there, then moving quickly up to use just the tip of her wet tongue on the underside of the prickhead.
Such teasing would have stimulated any male-but doing it to the already horny and excitable body of a fifteen-year-old was like both taking and giving candy to a baby!
Her own body was being turned on by the oral antics. The nipples of her tits were more extended than ever now-plump, firm things mad to be teased and sucked. And her cunt was wet and hot, the lips fat and burning to feel a finger or a tongue or a strapping prick!
"Suck it now!" Willy demanded, huskily. "Eat that mother-fucker until I cum in your mouth!"
She ovaled her lips slowly, lovingly over the whole head of his cock and used her tongue in circular swipes until his prick was throbbing hard against the roof of her mouth. Then she moved down to take the entire column of his penis right to the metal of his zipper. His tool was fully stiff, and it took her a long time to work every inch of it into her throat.
When she had completely engulfed his oversized organ she could feel the head of it almost to her windpipe, and her lips were gently touching his partially exposed balls. The whiskers of pubic hair sticking out of his fly tickled her nose.
Then she came back up-very slowly and very gently-sucking on his honey-bar until her cheeks indented enough to touch the sides of his hard cock. At the top of his penis once again, she tongued and licked the bursting head deliciously, then went down on him again to his balls.
Willy was beyond speaking. The pleasure filling his loins was greater than anything he had ever known. Up to now he had only read about blowjobs, dreamed about them. But to actually have a hot mouth sucking on his bone-hard prick was the nearest to heaven he had ever come!
He began to slowly, gently fuck his Aunt Mary's mouth. He didn't want the pleasure to ever stop-and yet he wanted to intensify it until his balls literally exploded!
As for Miss Harble, she was lost in her own vortex of lust. The phrase that kept running through her head-a phrase from her childhood-was to the effect that you can't break a dog from sucking eggs. She knew how what the phrase meant. Once you taste a forbidden joy like sucking a willing boy's prick, you may never be content again without it!
Without quite knowing it, she moved into a crouching position on the bed so that she could blow him better. Her peignoir had fallen open, and both of her swollen, large tits were hanging out-the nipples full, pink, pointing.
The noises her mouth and lips were making as they fed with selfish greed on Willy's stout young prick were exactly the sounds her pussy made when that same cock was pumping inside of it. The lewd slurping and juicing of hot flesh on hot flesh!
Willy's time was near.
She could tell he was very close to an orgasm by the way his prick was throbbing almost uncontrollably in her mouth and against her throat. But she didn't stop, didn't give him a moment's rest from the continuous pleasure of her tongue.
With a savage grunt of lust, Willy spraddled his legs and began to fuck her. At the same time, he threw back his head and opened his mouth, letting his own wet tongue slide sideways out of his lips. He kept his eyes tightly closed as he concentrated on blindly fucking the sucking mouth between his legs.
And then he started coming.
A salty, hesitant trickle first. Just a tasty droplet of sperm against her tongue-and then the deluge.
The nectar from his healthy balls came bolting up through the hard pipe of his cock and spurted so thickly and abruptly that her cheeks bloated out like some squatting frog's. She strained to swallow all of her deserved sperm, but there was too much of it. The sticky love-juice ran in a thick stream out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
To get the last thrilling charge from his draining nuts, he clapped the back of her head with both his hands and shoved his still-swollen prick as far down her throat as he could.
She gagged happily on still another furious glut of his sperm that went down into her stomach like hot oil.
And then it was over.
For him, but not for her.
He had promised her a good fuck, and she intended to have it!
While he still stood by the bed, swaying in a grinning coma of lusty contentment, she pulled his jeans down to his ankles and forced him to lie back sideways on the bed. Then she knelt again between his legs and started sucking his slowly softening penis all over again.
She worked steadily for a few minutes while he lay without moving, one of his arms thrown over his face.
But boys will be boys-and the persistent, salacious suctioning of her mouth once again brought his excitable young prick up to a full-standing hard-on.
Without actually taking off her peignoir, she climbed aboard his lean, aroused body and buried his new erection up to the hairs in her throbbing pussy.
She began to fuck him with a slow, gluttonous pumping of her loins. She rode his growing stiffness until his cock was filling her cunt to capacity, making the flushed, stretched lips of her pussy tingle with a million itching pleasures.
She licked-her sperm-tested lips as she fucked, loving the fishy odor of all the hot ounces she had brazenly milked from Willy's cute balls.
But it was not really Willy she was thinking of as the oval of her heated slit used his regenerated prick to edge her closer and closer to satisfaction.
It was Pete Foster-with his slightly older, more muscular young body.
And with his big cock that certainly seemed destined to find its animal way up her cunt.
And it was exactly that fantasy which was controlling her when Willy felt her gushing twat cover his balls with enough fuck-juice to last a lifetime!