Chapter 8
When Jean Pierre showed up at Alice's apartment, she was happily surprised.
"You're not a bad-looking stud," she told him.
"I'm as well hung as I am good looking," he flashed her a knowing grin.
"I always like humble men," the teacher smirked.
"Baby," he told her, "you wanted a man who would fuck you. A man who wasn't afraid to use his tongue. Well, honey, I'm French all the way."
"Is that your real name?" she asked him.
"No, it isn't," he admitted, "but it sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted.
Jean Pierre was wasting no time.
"We might as well start right off," he told her, "do you want the all-night trip or just an hour?"
"I think I need all night with you," she told him.
Jean Pierre made no bones about what he was interested in most.
"Let's see the color of your money," he told her. "I get paid for my services. Now that you women are liberated you can find out what it's like to pay."
"You have a testy attitude," Alice said as she went over to her purse and took out five twenty-dollar bills.
"Honey," he told her, "you women have had it too good for too long. You've been hustling your pussies and getting paid. I'm sorry, but I'm a skeptic about most marriages. I think they're nothing more than legalized whoredom. A scrap of paper."
"Apparently some chick has given you a tough time," Alice told him, "and you're full of negatives. Perhaps my body will be the panacea for your problem."
"Your money is what I'm interested in," he said as he counted the twenties. Then, glancing up, he asked her, "Of course, they are legit twenties."
"Really!" Alice snapped indignantly, "what kind of a slut do you think I am? Do you think I would pay for a fuck with phony twenties?"
"It's been done," he told her. "I've had it happen to me. As a matter of fact, a real nice girl last week paid me off with a phony hundred-dollar bill."
"At least she knew enough to mint them in large denominations," she laughed.
At this point Jean Pierre wanted something to drink.
"Of course, love," she told him, "what would you like?"
"I'm really a whiskey and sour man," he told her, "but if you don't have that I'll settle for a screwdriver."
"I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a screwdriver, honey," she told him, "'cause all I have in the house is vodka and orange juice."
Fixing him his drink she Jet him know right out that she was delighted that he was going to ball with her.
"I can try anything I want to with you, can't I?" she said. "You sure can, sweetheart," he told her, "and I'll do anything you ask. You name it. I'm just like a trained animal."
"You know, Jean Pierre," she said, "it's wonderful to find a man as honest as you are. I would like to have you eat my pussy on the kitchen table. I can stuff it with strawberry jam and you can slip your tongue up there and lick it and love it."
"Thank you, love," he told her, "I think that would be a lot of fun."
He was only too eager to give her some action.
She took off all of her clothes and he watched closely, straining as she pulled off her panties.
"What a beautiful body you've got," he told her, "actually, sweetheart, I almost feel guilty accepting money for fucking you. It's gonna be a pleasure."
Jean Pierre went over to her once she was stark naked and dropped in front of her.
"I worship the female form," he told her, "and your pussy I place above all. This is not a commercial. This is straight from my warped heart."
To prove how much he treasured her treasure he let his tongue slide along her vagina.
"Oh, stop it, baby," she told him, "you're driving me out of my mind."
He knew just how to tease and tantalize her enough so she would beg for it more.
Sliding his tongue out of her he got to his feet.
"You are good enough to eat without strawberry jam," he assured her, "but, baby, let's try that trip."
She was perturbed that he hadn't fully undressed. He'd taken off his shirt displaying broad shoulders and a muscular body. However, she was eager to see his crotch.
"Do a strip for me, baby," she smiled.
"I never thought you'd ask," he said as he unfastened his belt and pulled off his pants. What really surprised her was the fact he wore no shorts. His huge cock dangled invitingly between his legs.
"You don't wear shorts," she told him.
"Marilyn Monroe didn't wear panties," he laughed.
As she toyed with his penis he became immediately erect. When she saw his huge size she could understand easily why women went wild over him.
"You've got one hell of a cock," she told him happily, "and I can hardly wait to lock my mouth on it and suck it."
The teacher took everything off the kitchen table. Then going to the cupboard she reached up to get the strawberry jam. As Jean Pierre caught sight of her firm round buttocks he knew he would have a good time fucking her there. He went over and stood behind her and slapped her ass cheeks playfully.
"Can I help you, honey?" he asked as he let his cock slip lightly between her ass crack.
"It's over there," she said. "I usually have to stand on a chair. But I guess your long arm and your height will help."
Her voice was soft as she felt his big cock between her buttocks. She could hardly wait to entertain him.
The feeling was mutual. For Jean Pierre was certain she would be a delight to love.
Pulling down the strawberry jam he placed it on the table. Then he looked at her and smiled.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna suck you like you've never been sucked before."
As she sat on the table and parked her legs he reached down and parted her pussy lips. The quivering pink pussy flesh moist and tempting made him slip his tongue there for a moment. Then he told her, "Pull your lips apart, sweetheart, so I can spoon feed you strawberry jam."
She accommodated him by letting him pull her vagina lips apart so he could slip the strawberry jam between them.
As he did so he let some trickle down her slit.
"It's nice you shaved your box," he informed her flatly. "It makes for nice pussy eating."
"That's what I figured," Alice said as the gigolo lover turned on.
His hot tongue slid between her pussy lips. He was eating her now and she tasted delicious. It excited her to reach down and run her fingers through Jean Pierre's curly brown hair.
"Eat me, tiger," she urged him, "oh, baby, now you're doing it. Lick quick. Yes. Yes. That's the way. Oh, lover, eat my pussy. Come on, sweetheart, eat my sweet pussy."
The sensational pleasure that he was discovering at this point persisted. It was a great treat for him to eat her. The strawberry jam mingling with the musky taste of her vagina had him trembling.
"Suck me," she begged frantically, "suck me, lover."
At this point she couldn't help it. For he was lashing her love button in earnest. His teeth baring down brought her there with a start.
"Ohhhh, Jean Pierre," Alice sighed, "I'm juicing. Suck my strawberry pussy."
Jean Pierre liked her taste. Then he put some extra lapping loving movements in his tongue action in her hole.
When he pulled out he had the delighted expression of a little boy who had placed his hand in the cookie jar. She loved the fact he did feel some guilt over what he had done. It made it more fascinating.
"I like the way you lick me," she told him.
"Now, baby," he told her, "how about licking my strawberry asshole?"
"Your what?" Alice asked again.
"I ate your pussy," he told her, "how would it be if you gave me a nice ass suck and I had some strawberry jam in my asshole for you to lick out."
"That sounds different," Alice said, "but I will need another drink before I can go through with it."
"Certainly, love," he told her, "let me mix our screwdrivers."
"Don't put too much vodka in mine," she insisted, "or my tongue will not be stiff enough. I don't want it flipping and flapping so I can't ride it up your ass the way you want it."
"How thoughtful," Jean Pierre smiled as he made it a point not to give her a double shot of vodka.
As they sat there on the edge of the bed sipping their drinks, he told her, "Honey, we would be a great team. You could go in the business."
"I'm a teacher," she said nervously, "and I'm trying to get away from a problem I have."
"What kind of problem?" he asked. "Are you an alcoholic or something?"
"No," she told him flatly, "it's not that. It's a sex hang-up."
"You mean you like to get whipped or something?"
"Hardly," she said as she sipped her drink slowly.
"Tell me what it is," Jean Pierre begged in earnest.
"If you must know," she finally revealed, "I dig young boys. My young students."
"You what?" Jean Pierre asked, his jaw dropping a mile.
"I'm afraid you heard me right," she said huskily, her eyes growing misty as she saw how he couldn't understand her predicament. "I like those stiff young cocks."
"It's dirty," he said, "you're running around with every disease. You name it. I wouldn't be caught dead with a teenage girl. No sophistication. She doesn't know how to suck ass or lick dick or any of the nice things."
"You'd be surprised what kids can do these days," she told him flatly.
"Well, I'm just not interested," he told her, "I'm really not. I figure those kids have to grow up and have sex with each other. I don't want to interfere with their development."
"How very noble of you, Mr. Gigolo," she slurred, "so you think I'm evil. I am. I'm a molester. A teacher molester, damn it."
Suddenly she began sobbing.
"I'm not a head shrink," her new-found lover told her. "You paid for a night of fun. Let's have it. Come on and lick my strawberry behind."
Jean Pierre picked up the strawberry jam and walked toward her.
"All right," she said, "we will use it."
He flopped over on his stomach and handed her the container of strawberry jam.
She took the spoon and when he parted his ass cheeks she let the strawberry jam slide between his ass crack.
"You're quite a character," she told him, "you really are."
"I know where it's at," he said emphatically, "and it's between my ass cheeks. That's where I like to have it sucked."
Saying no more she bent over and began licking on his asshole. The strawberry jam tasted good to her.
"Slip your tongue up my asshole, honey," he told her, "farther. That's the way I like it. Come on, sweetheart, suck ass."
She played with the backside of his balls as she sucked on his asshole. He loved it.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed excitedly, "now you're sucking. Keep licking. Suck ass. Suck my ass out."
She went on licking and enjoying. The strawberry jam tasted good to her. Stiffening her tongue she plunged it up Jean Pierre's anal opening. He wiggled about and enjoyed it so much that he went on pushing.
"Suck my sweet ass," he panted, "that's the way I like it, lover, suck it. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Suck. Suck hard."
She had her whole face buried in his ass cheeks. She was giving him her tongue all the way.
"Oh, baby," she gasped in delight, "you're really giving me a good time. ,Suck, sweetheart, suck it off. That's the way to do it. Suck, sweetheart." Finally he knew he had to feed her his cock or he would explode.
"Take your tongue out of my ass," Jean Pierre told Alice, "it's time to lick my dick."
She pulled her tongue out and he flipped over. Grabbing his cock he forced it to her lips.
"Eat it," he told her, "eat my sweet dick."
She let her pink tongue slide over the crown of his shaft.
"Oh, baby, that feels good," he panted, "now, baby, now. Lick it."
Skillfully letting her mouth slip over the head of the shaft, her lips fastened on him hard.
"Eat me," he begged eagerly, "eat my prick. Oh, sweetheart, suck me off."
She let her mouth travel from the top of his cock to the base of him. She pulled on his balls, and patted his ass as she sucked. Alternating her tempo so one minute she was sucking quickly and the next she was sucking slowly, Jean Pierre realized he was dealing with a talented cock sucker.
"Eat my prick," the Frenchman panted, "eat it, baby. Suck that sweet juice out. It'll taste like honey. Oh, baby, suck that cock."
He was pumping forward now, enjoying it more every moment.
"That's the way to do it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, eat my cock."
His shaft slid down her throat.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed frantically. "Oh, baby, suck that hot juice out."
To add to his pleasure she parted his ass cheeks and slid her index finger up his asshole. She pressed on his prostate as he shot his wad.
"Oh, get all the juice out, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's the way I like to have you do it. Come on, cock sucker, suck. Oh, harder, baby. Keep it up. That's it. Oh, sweetheart, now you're sucking. Oh, baby, eat me, eat me!"
More hot cream shot from the head of his shaft. She gulped greedily, happy to complete the act of fellatio for her new-found paid lover. When she finally pulled off his penis he told her it tickled.
"I guess I got all there was in there," she smiled proudly.
"I don't mind telling you," Jean Pierre repeated, "you should be in the business. You're really a pro. It isn't every girl who can give head like that. It takes real talent."
"What's different about the way I sucked you off?" she asked him honestly.
"I'll tell you what the difference is," he explained. "Some chicks go down on you as if it's a chore. That's no fun. When they put their heart into it, and you can tell they enjoy it, instinctively they give you a good suck."
"I'm so glad you explained the psychology of cock sucking," she told him. "What would you say about the psychology of pussy eating?"
"Same principal applies," Jean Pierre insisted. "I really dig women. I love every part of them. Especially that gorgeous spot between their legs."
"I know you're telling me the truth," she told him with a happy smile, "because I could tell from the way that you let your tongue slip back and forth inside me you were having a ball."
"You bet your ass I was," he said emphatically, "and that's why women pay to have me play."
"Do you have to give much of a rake-off to Marvel de Gaston?"
"I have to fuck her now and then," he laughed.
"You mean you are Marvel's lover?" she asked in shock and dismay.
"Didn't you find Marvel fascinating?" Jean Pierre chuckled.
"Hardly," she said in a snide manner, "she was a bitch."
"She has talent," he told her, "she dreamt up the computer operation."
"Do you think there's any validity to that computer matching?"
"In a way yes and in a way no," he shrugged.
"That's double talk," she said. "What do you mean?"
"In a way," he explained, "the computer can figure things out providing you tell the truth. However, most women don't tell the truth to the computer. And the computer spits lies back to them."
"I see," she said softly, "it's unfortunate that we all wear masks, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Jean Pierre said. "I suppose I have my own mask. No doubt there's something that drives me on and on the sex merry-go-round."
"Could you confide in me?" Alice asked her lover huskily.
"I couldn't confide in anybody," he said sadly, "because I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm afraid to find out about myself."
"It's strange that you should say that," she told him honestly, "because there is something unique about you. You make a living the way women have made a living for years. Why shouldn't you men do what we do?"
"Precisely," he nodded, "that makes sense."