Chapter 7
There was a kind of stoned surprise in the boy's eyes when Connie told him to eat her out. She suspected that he had never done this to a woman or girl before. She was determined that he would be a professional when she finished with him.
"Open your mouth!" she barked at him.
Alan glanced at her again and opened his mouth wide.
"Now stick your tongue out as far as you can!" He was feeling a combination of excitement and fear. The woman was turning into an animal! He didn't mind that, for sexual purposes, but he was still afraid that she would do something erratic later, like telling his parents what she had threatened, or accusing him of rape. He began to hate her at the same time he prepared himself to lick her pussy.
His tongue was all the way out of his mouth. He looked like a dying man begging for water.
Connie guided her pelvis down and zeroed in on his tongue. She felt the wet little lick-stick part through her hair-covered pussy lips, and she ground down until she knew he was licking well up inside her.
"That's it! Now eat, you little fucker! Eat me, I say!"
The taste of her pussy surprised him at first. It tasted almost exactly the way he'd always suspected a woman's cunt would taste, but there was another taste that he wasn't prepared for--a slightly biting, acidy flavor. But suddenly her pubic hair was pressed into his nose and he felt her beautiful smooth thighs begin to rub against the sides of his face. He reached up and began to stroke her soft buttocks, and suddenly it was love.
Alan groaned, and he closed his mouth over her cunt. He began to suck at the same time he shot his tongue as far into her tunnel as it would go.
"Aaaaoooowww!" she moaned loudly, and began to squash her pussy down harder on his mouth. "That's right, lover! Owww, you know how to eat pussy, don't you? Ohhhh, yessss, you know how to eat a woman out!"
He held her buttocks firmly now and pulled her crotch even harder into his face. Her vagina seemed to open up completely around his mouth and in a moment he was washing his face in the wet, smooth skin of the inner walls, forcing his tongue all the way into her womb.
With one hand Connie reached back and grasped his cock. With her other hand she began to massage her clit, rubbing the erect little knob of flesh back and forth between her thumb and forefinger.
She was riding his face like a saddle now, bobbing up and down and mashing back and forth, knowing that she was suffocating him and possibly hurting him with her weight. She didn't care. Another erotic dream had turned into reality around her, and she knew that she would have to play it out to the end, as helpless as if she were asleep.
Alan's cock throbbed in her grip and she began to milk it up and down, hard. The prick had reached an incredible stiffness, like an iron pipe with veins. She milked up with her fist until his foreskin was pulled a full inch up over the head, and then she milked down, causing the head to tear out of its fleshy enclosure, looking for something to mount.
She realized that she'd have him off in nothing flat, so she relaxed her hold.
The boy continued to eat her out passionately. She was surprised at how much he got turned on by the smells and tastes of her crotch. A real firecracker, she thought.
She rode him for several more minutes, massaging her clit furiously at the same time, and then she realized that she could no longer control the eruption of molten lava that was boiling up from her loins.
"AGH! AGH! AGH!" she grunted over and over, bucking her crotch down and massaging it roughly over his mouth and chin and nose. He must have suspected that she was coming, because he grabbed her buttocks even more firmly and held on, feeling like his nose was going to break against her lower belly. He had given up all hope of breathing, and decided to go under in this dark paradise he'd found. He was beginning to feel a little faint at the precise minute she came.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed, throwing her head back. Her low cry was like an animal's, and the boy felt a few seconds of fear again. This woman was crazy! But, Christ, was she beautiful!
Alan felt her pussy grab and pull and squeeze his tongue as she began to explode. He felt warm juices beginning to flood his mouth, and he drank them down like he was at a fountain. When his tongue was finished, so were her spasms.
She immediately jumped off his face, and he breathed deeply through his mouth and nose, grabbing for air desperately. When his lungs seemed to be satisfied, her mouth crushed down on his, cutting off his air supply. Her tongue probed in, and he began to suck on it. She lay flat on top of him, and he reached down and balanced her with his hands on her ass cheeks.
"Oh, lover!" she breathed hard, pulling her mouth from his. "What a hot fucking lover you are!"
He didn't answer, and she kissed him again, long and passionately. When she pulled away once more, she propped herself on an elbow and looked down at him, stroking his chest.
"Now I think we'd better get you taken care of!"
Her face was flushed and beautiful above him, and he felt his heart leap.
She leaned over and began to lick him slowly across his smooth, suntanned chest. She let her mouth come to rest on one nipple at a time, pulling the little tips between her lips and then biting them gently.
He groaned!
"Like that?" she asked.
"Uh-huh!"
She moved her tongue down wetly until she was leaving a little damp trail to his navel, matting the dark brown hair that had started to form there. She sipped her tongue into the furry little pit and felt his stomach muscles tighten.
"Sheeeiiittttt--" he gasped.
Connie reached for his cock and balls. There was too much basket to hold in one hand, and she curled herself up and began to caress his equipment like a child playing with her favorite toys.
His cock was the most beautiful one she'd ever seen. Not even Shelby's could match this, and Jerry's, big though it was, did not measure up to the pole she was drooling over at the moment.
"Alan," she purred softly in the dark room. "I want you to come off in my mouth!"
The boy didn't answer, but she heard him gasp.
"I've never taken a man in my mouth before. Really, I haven't! I want to feel you shooting in there, and taste all your thick juice and swallow it down my throat!"
His cock jerked in her hand.
"Do you think you could shoot all that big load into my mouth, sweetheart, if I get you all hot and bothered first?"
There was a moment's silence, then his voice whispered, "Yess!"
Connie smiled, but he couldn't see her face. She had a feeling of absolute power over this boy, and she knew she could excite him in ways that she had never even tried, ways that girls half her age couldn't do for him.
She leaned down and placed her mouth at the base of his cock, bringing her lips over the thick cord that eventually disappeared into his fat balls. The nuts were covered with the same fine, dark-brown hair that was on his belly and pubic bush. She began to lick the fat eggs all over, marveling at the sweaty-sweet aroma that reached her nostrils from his crotch.
Alan parted his thick thighs and allowed Connie more room to kiss and lick. She pushed her tongue down into the little hollows that separated the balls from the tops of the thighs, licking and sucking.
He groaned, and pulled his legs even farther apart.
Connie's tongue was in virgin territory. Shelby had never encouraged this sort of lovemaking, although there were many times when she would have jumped at the chance to taste and kiss her husband's most intimate places.
The boy was writhing around now, his cock jumping madly in the woman's grasp.
Connie's tongue trailed down even lower, and she pushed his thighs straight up and back. They looked like tree trunks. She ran her mouth over the back of his balls then, again finding the thick cord. She began to suck on the cord as though it were a small finger, and she let her mouth follow it down to his little puckered brown hole.
Then she pried his ass cheeks apart and dipped her mouth into the hole, sucking and probing with her tongue. The tastes were driving her into a frenzy! She sucked harder.
Jeeeeesussssss!" Alan sighed. His heart was racing so fast that he had difficulty breathing.
The young-boy smells and tastes had her masturbating again instantly. She dug her fingers into the pussy that was still lubricated with his spit. One, two, then three fingers shot past the fat lips of her vagina and found themselves buried deep up inside, held prisoner there by her clasping thighs.
Connie left his ass and allowed his legs to descend again. She ran her tongue once more over his balls and then began to wet the head of his cock with her mouth.
She skinned him back all the way and attacked the smooth baby-flesh of the glans. He hissed through his teeth, and she could feel his entire torso go tense.
When the head was completely lubricated, she pushed it as far back into her mouth as it would go, but the fat knob stopped at the entrance to her throat.
Connie let it soak there for a minute, getting the cock dripping wet with her saliva, which had begun to flow freely. Then, lifting her head directly over the thick pole, she pushed down as hard as she could.
The cock shot past the entrance and down her gullet. It was going in so easily that she continued to push until her lips were stretched tightly around the heavy base. His thighs were pressed together now and his fat nuts made a cushion for her chin.
She held the cock like this, squeezing with her throat, until she felt the need of air in her lungs. Even breathing heavily through her nose, she found her supply of oxygen being cut off.
Slowly, she let the glistening pole slide back out of her. The boy hissed again, and his heart pounded so hard she could see the smooth skin on the left side of his chest throb.
His body was like ivory, with only hints of his brown hair dispersed at certain spots that added to his beauty in the older woman's eyes. There was no hair on his chest, but thick tufts matted his underarms. His belly had a light brushing, his bush was thick and curly. Although his nuts were hairy, his ass cheeks were as smooth as applies, except where a dense concentration of the brown hair swept up into the deep crack. And his thighs had an even distribution that was little more than peach fuzz.
Connie plunged down again, letting the cock travel into her throat once more until her lips touched his balls.
"AGGGHH!" he moaned loudly, and grabbed her head, holding her down on the throbbing shaft. He began to buck his hips into her face, and she suddenly had an urge to gag
She pulled up again and allowed air to rush into her lungs, and then she dove back down. His thighs shot up and he grabbed the back of her head once more, forcing himself even deeper. She was prepared for the assault his hips would make this time, and her choke reflexes were relaxed. The cock was dripping with lubrication. Then she pulled off him again.
"Fuck my face like a pussy!" she growled at him, feeling a little sadistic again.
She lay flat on her back and he got up over her face on his hands and knees.
The glistening pole was hanging just inches above her mouth now.
"Put that big horse-dick in my mouth-pussy and fuck the shit out of me!" she growled again, her voice becoming husky.
Alan put the head of his cock into her mouth, waited for her to re-moisten it, and then he plunged in brutally. His pubic hair was ground down into her mouth and he was lodged as far into her throat as he could go.
He let his ass rise and fall a couple of inches at a time, still fucking deep down inside.
Connie grabbed the ass cheeks and held him in much the same way he had held her when he ate her snatch.
Her throat was completely relaxed. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the grass, or maybe it was all part of playing a role in this dream fantasy, but he couldn't have face-fucked her too hard.
She held his ass and urged him to jab harder and harder until he was humping into her mouth as fast as he would have fucked her cunt.
He began to moan little soft moans now, over and over. And then he was panting and gasping and beginning to utter little curses under his breath.
"Eat that fucking cock, you fucking slut! Suck me off, you low down, cocksucking whore!"
His words were coming with difficulty. His chest was screaming for air and his heart pounded so hard the rapid beating was almost audible. His cock plowed into her throat like a battering ram.
Suddenly, he couldn't hold off and when he started to shoot he pulled out until only the head of his dick was till in her mouth. His first big spurts splashed against the roof of her mouth and ran down into hr. throat, forcing her to swallow quickly. "Eat that cum, you slut! Taste it! Swallow it! EAT TT! ? "
He reached down and slipped her face.
The hand stung her, and brought tears to her eyes, but she began to swallow faster, afraid now to miss a drop. The boy was big and powerful, and she had brought his lust to a dangerous point.
She began to pull her clit again, rotating her hips in circles as she did. It took no more than two or three seconds to bring herself off once more, although her climax this time missed the intensity of the one she'd had when he sucked her.
His cock finally began to shoot the cream out with less force. She found that she could swallow the rest of it with no difficulty at all, and she let thick gobs of cum stay in her mouth while she rolled the sperm over her teeth and lips.
Finally, she reached up, grabbed the deflating pole around the base, and began to lick it clean from top to bottom.
At last, she let it plop from her mouth.
Alan lay down on his stomach, totally exhausted. The grass and the alcohol had been almost too much for both of them.
Connie stretched out alongside him, hugged his body tightly to hers, and in a minute the two of them were sleeping.
It was almost three hours later when Connie woke up. Alan was snoring alongside her. She reached up and tousled the boy's hair. He stirred, grunted, and started snoring again.
She got up, went to the bathroom and took a long, leisurely shower. When she dried and returned to the bedroom, he was on his back, staring at her.
"Jesus Christ, what time is it?"
"A little after eleven," she answered. "Still early."
He jumped up and began to pull his clothes on quickly.
"Maybe early for you, but if I don't get home soon I'll catch hell!"
It was charming, she thought, to see a man getting dressed in her bedroom who had to worry about the hour his parents saw him come in.
She walked over to him and put her arms around his hard, muscular young body.
"I liked the taste of your cum," she whispered.
He blushed slightly.
"Did you like what you did to me?"
"I--yeah, I guess I did! I sure did it, didn't I?"
"Yes, you sure did!" She kissed his neck and cheek, feeling that he was probably out of the mood now for anything more intimate.
He was completely dressed and looked rather eager to take off.
"Will I see you again?" she asked, walking him to the living room.
"I--I guess so," he answered.
Connie had a rush of panic! The thought occurred to her that he hadn't found her attractive enough for a repeat performance. Or maybe he was just young and unsure of himself.
"Listen," she said, "do you know any other boys about your age? Boys you go to school with, or smoke pot with, or chase girls with?"
Alan looked at her, surprised.
"Sure. Lots of guys. Why?"
Connie was desperate!
"Then why don't you tell them about me? Why don't you get them together and tell them that I'll give every one of them a turn!"
Alan smiled at her sheepishly.
"You mean that?"
"Of course I mean it! Maybe you could get four or five of them together, and I'd do anything they wanted! They could all have me at the same time! They could fuck my pussy and mouth and ass-hole!"
Alan was shocked. He backed away from her a couple of feet. Never in his life had he even heard of a woman with such hot pants!
"Well, I guess--"
"OH, PLEASE!" she cried, almost begging. "Please see. what you can arrange!"
The boy thought for a moment.
"Where would we do it--here?"
"Any place! Any place! But maybe this wouldn't be so good. I wouldn't want the neighbors to see so many boys coming in here at once."
"Well," Alan said, his mind thinking fast now, "We have sort of a club house--"
"Yes!" Connie cried, grabbing him by the shoulders. She had visions of dirty white socks and blue jeans and jock straps and a boys' club. "Yes! Your club house! As long as it's private!"
Alan smiled.
"Oh, it's private, all right."
"Then you'll do it? You'll get your friends together? You'll call me and let me know when I can see you? Not on weekends, remember. But soon. Tomorrow! Oh, please, let it be tomorrow!"
He gently but firmly pushed her hands away from him. She had begun o clutch at his shoulders so hard that her nails were cutting him.
"Okay. Okay. Calm down."
Without another word, he turned and left the trailer.
She stood in the center of the room for a few moments. Then she turned off all the lights and went back to the bedroom. She stretched out on the sheets and let her nose absorb the odors that their lovemaking had left behind.
And she fell asleep Once more.