Chapter 7
Larry seemed frozen in time. He gawked outright at Heather as she held the door open. His hand opened and his battered suitcase hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Hello, Larry," Heather said sweetly, beaming brightly.
"Goddamn, Mom didn't tell me you're so beautiful!" he blurted. "You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen!"
"Why, thank you, Larry. What a sweet thing to say to an old woman."
Her smile broadened. She, too, liked what she saw. He was a handsome, well-built young man. She would be proud to be seen anywhere with him. She stepped back to allow him to enter.
His feet seemed to have taken root in the porch. He couldn't even shuffle, let alone take a step.
"Well, don't you want to come in? I invited you to live with me, not camp on my front porch."
He picked up his suitcase and meekly followed her into the house. She stopped and turned to face him. He was so close on her heels that he bumped into her. All he noticed was the tantalizing warmth of her big tits as they flattened against his chest. She noticed how tall he was and how firm his young body was. She was five feet, five, and he seemed to tower over her from his six-foot, three-inch height. The contact with her body flustered him. He blushed a deep red.
"Whoa, fellow," she said softly. "Don't knock me over. If you want me on my back, just say so."
His blush deepened. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He had been paying attention.. . to her lovely ass as it swayed and ground in her tight pants. He wasn't about to admit it. "What do I call you? Mom didn't say, and I don't want to get out of line."
"My given name is Heather, dear. You might call me other things in the heat of passion. Just don't ever call me Ms. Kern." She surprised him by standing on her tiptoes and kissing him on the mouth. "Welcome to my home," she said softly. "I hope you enjoy living with me. I can teach you so much." She noted the way he was staring over her head, his eyes glazed. She turned and saw Nicole standing a few feet away. "This is Nicole Benet, Larry. She lives with me. Nicole, this is Larry Hughes."
Nicole sashayed across the room, walking as sexily as she knew how. Her eyes flicked up and down, carefully surveying the young man. He held out his hand. She couldn't reach his mouth, even standing on tiptoe, from her four-foot, eleven-inch height. She did the next best thing. She pulled his head down and kissed him on the mouth.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Larry," she said throatily.
Nicole looked at Heather. A silent comprehension passed between them. She wanted to sample this young stud's cock without delay and wanted Heather to arrange it.
Larry was totally flustered. The easy way the women kissed him surprised him. Heather's remarks about calling her something else during the heat of passion, and that she could teach him so much, didn't go over his head. He might be inexperienced, but he wasn't stupid. The erotic tension in the air made his motor run. He hoped they couldn't tell that his cock was pushing against the front of his pants like an iron bar.
Heather came to his rescue. "Your room is this way, Larry. Nicole, help him with his luggage and let's get him settled and properly welcomed."
Nicole caught the implication immediately and grinned happily. To Larry's consternation, and Heather's amusement, Nicole managed to rub her tits against him several times by the time they got him to his room.
"Are you hungry, Larry?" Heather asked.
"Uh, no, just a little tired and stove up. That old rattletrap pickup I drive is rough on the muscles and joints."
Nicole frowned and looked at Heather for a translation.
'"Stove up' is a colloquialism for stiff muscles and joints, dear," Heather said. "I told you he's a farm boy. Larry, why don't you take a hot shower and let Nicole work away the knots? She's very good masseuse."
Nicole caught the double meaning. Larry didn't. Heather wasn't wasting any time introducing him to their licentious ways. She was eager to find out just how much he knew about women. She grinned from ear to ear and licked her lips.
Larry looked back and forth from Nicole to Heather several times. His face was a mask of confusion. His throat worked rapidly as he tried to swallow.
"It's okay, dear. Nicole's like one of the family. She doesn't bite."
"Unless you want me to," Nicole added coyly.
Heather slapped Nicole lightly on the ass and smiled. "Don't pay any attention to her. She's got a smart mouth." She shook her finger at Nicole, warning her not to respond. "Get out of here and give him some privacy. The bath is through that door, Larry. We'll wait for you in the family room. That's the big room with the fireplace."
"Don't you want to use the massage table?"
Nicole said as soon as they were away from the door to Larry's room.
"No. Do you remember how you massaged me that first time? On the plush rug in front of the fireplace, and then we did a 69? It isn't winter, but the principle is the same."
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Your devious mind is already at work. You don't waste any time, do you?"
"You don't want me to," Heather laughed. "You're so eager to get him that you're actually glowing."
Nicole snickered and licked her lips.
"Yes," Heather agreed. "You can suck his cock, or even fuck him, if it works out that way. Just play it by ear and see how things develop."
"I would rather play with something else," Nicole quipped. "I like his looks. He's a real hunk. I hope his cock is as big as the rest of him."
"Somehow, I don't think it will make any difference to you, dear," Heather said.
"I'll get a bottle of oil," Nicole said. "Oooooo, I can already feel his cock in my hands."
Heather tweaked her nipple and laughed. "You're incorrigible.
Larry came into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "I wasn't too sure how to do this," he said uneasily. "I've only had one massage in my life, and that was by the guy who sometimes doubled up as the trainer for the football team."
"I doubt there's any comparison between what he did and the way Nicole massages you, dear," Heather said dryly. "She'll get the kinks out of all your muscles. Lie on your stomach in front of the fireplace and let her get her hands on you."
Larry carefully held the towel around his hips as he lay on his stomach. Nicole glanced at Heather and grinned, then stripped naked.
Nicole dropped to her knees above Larry's head. She reached down and snatched the towel away from him.
"Hey!" he muttered.
"I have to use oil, and that thing's in my way," Nicole said.
"Nicole is naked, dear," Heather said. "Clothes get in her way. No, don't get up. You can look at her later if you like. She doesn't mind. We're pretty casual about clothes. Nudity is our natural state anyway, isn't it?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Larry muttered. He wondered just how casual Heather was about clothes. He certainly didn't expect this when his mother told him that he would be living with her girlfriend.
Nicole set to work on his body. She squeezed, kneaded, rubbed and pummeled his body from one end to the other. Heather sat on the couch and watched, eager to see how he would respond when the horny young woman put the move on him. She hoped favorably. She had already made up her mind that she was going to get her share of his strong young cock.
Nicole got back above his head on her knees. "Okay, turn over," she said.
Befuddled by the unfamiliar circumstance, Larry rolled over without a second thought. His cock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, waving back and forth like a flag in a strong wind. He even forgot that he was naked.
"Boy, I've never been massaged this way," he muttered. "Never had a girl do any thing like this to me, either. It feels good. My muscles are already relaxing."
Nicole stared at his stiff cock. "A girl can do lots of nice things for you," she muttered.
His tool was at least seven inches long and very thick. Big enough to stretch her tight little pussy to the limit. She caught Heather's eye and smiled. Heather returned her smile and nodded, giving her clear approval to go for the gold.
Nicole restrained her urge to swoop down on Larry's stiff prick and suck it down her throat without delay. She began to massage his neck. Her aim was no longer to remove kinks from his muscles-except the one big muscle throbbing and waving at her. She put her hands on his chest and leaned over.
"Open your eyes, dear," she said softly.
As her hands moved over his chest, she rose to her knees and leaned over. Her pert, pear-shaped tits dangled right above his eyes.
Larry opened his eyes and nearly choked on his tongue. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her lovely tits were dangling right above his mouth. He blinked several times, but the scenery didn't change. His cock thickened and bounced harder.
"You're not a virgin, are you, Larry?" Heather asked.
"Uh, well, not exactly," he stammered.
Heather and Nicole laughed softly.
"Darling, being a virgin in like being pregnant," Heather said. "Either you are or you aren't. There's no in-between. Do you have a girl back home?"
Nicole rubbed his chest and stomach slowly. Her hands moved closer and closer to his groin. His focus shifted to his prick, and he had a hard time concentrating on anything else.
"Uh, no, not exactly."
Heather understood his confusion and inability to concentrate. Perhaps more direct questions would be easier for him to comprehend and answer. "Have you ever kissed a girl's tits?"
Nicole dangled her nipples near his lips. The poor boy almost went cross-eyed trying to look at the thick, erect buds.
"Kiss her pretty tits," Heather continued. "Her nipples are very sensitive. There's no telling what she'll do if you suck them."
Larry's tongue flashed out and touched one titty tip. Nicole moaned and pressed the bud to his lips. He began to suck timidly, afraid she would jerk away and deprive him of the pleasure. He had never known a girl who would let him even touch her tits without a lot of wrangling. The bud began to stiffen and thicken between his lips. He opened his mouth wide, covered nearly half of the conical mound, and began to suck more ardently.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so good," Nicole whispered. "My pussy is getting so wet."
He wondered if she knew what she was saying. Why was she telling him that her pussy was getting wet? She pulled her tit out of his mouth and put the other down for him to suck. She let him nurse and gnaw for a few moments, then straddled his head. She leaned over with her mouth hovering over his stiff rod. He stared into her black-haired slit. The subtle, erotic aroma wafting from her cunt assailed his nostrils and made his head swim. He had never had his mouth so close to such a delectable, kissable morsel.
Heather's passions were rising as high as the mountain tops visible through the picture window behind her. She put one hand inside her blouse and began to fondle her tits. Her other hand went into her crotch and rubbed her pussy through her tight pants.
"Do you want her to suck your cock, darling?" she asked.
"Aaahhh," Larry groaned.
"Then you have to lick her pussy, dear," Heather said, her voice strained with passion. "You lick her pussy and she'll lick your cock."
Nicole dipped her head and watched as she slowly lowered her cunt. She shuddered when her lips touched his. This whole situation was more exciting and wonderful than she expected. Heather's participation in the seduction of the young man made it even better.
Larry knew about oral sex only from covertly reading girlie magazines some of his buddies sneaked away from their fathers. Instinct guided him as he stuck out his tongue. He stabbed Nicole's tight little cuntal mouth and got his first taste of the mysterious, flavorful flesh between a woman's thighs. He didn't have time, or the presence of mind, to decide if he liked the taste.
Nicole began to hunch and squirm her ass, smearing her cunt all over his mouth and lower face. She directed where his tongue went by her movements. She bent her head, licked the end of his cock, then put her lips around the head.
His body nearly rose off the floor as if levitated. The air left his lungs in a whoosh, puffing into her pussy and fluttering through the long black hair around her cunt. He sucked in another breath through his mouth, getting a mouthful of pussy lips and hair.
Nicole wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and held it upright. She swallowed the thick stalk, then withdrew and began to lick the shaft, from tip to root. His cock immediately swelled, throbbed harder, and erupted. She had to move fast to get her mouth back over the head and capture his jism. She stroked and squeezed his prick as she gobbled his cum. Her hand went up and down slowly, twisting around the thick tool, drawing his cum up the length of his tube and into her mouth.
He ate her pussy without finesse. He gnawed and sucked and slurped and licked, never finding her clit. His hips jerked up and down, bouncing his ass on the plush carpet. He fucked her mouth forcefully, trying to drive his cock all the way down her throat.
She controlled him with one hand pressed into his groin by the base of his prick. His mouth felt good, but his inexperienced performance wasn't going to get her off. She drained his cock and lifted her mouth from his semi-soft prong.
"Put your tongue on my clit, Larry! Lick it and make me cum!" She helped him find the target by wiggling her cunt around until the tip of his tongue touched her bloated love button. "That's it! Right there! Lick it!"
He did the best he could. His actual, first-hand knowledge of female anatomy was so limited, he had only the vaguest notion of what a clitoris was or where to find it. Her frantic movements and babbling words helped some.
"Oooooo, you're getting it!" the young Cajun maiden yelled. "Right there! Do that!"
He didn't have the slightest idea what she meant he ought to do. Instinctively, he began to vibrate his tongue. He had enough sense to note the rapid wiggling and twisting of her body when he did, so he kept doing it. She clung to his cock, stroking it and pulling it, dividing her attention between her groin and his. He vibrated his tongue faster and thought she was going to pull his cock off.
"Lick my clit, baby! I'm going to cum!" Nicole wailed.
She began to scream, and he thought he was hurting her. He had never heard a woman scream that way unless it was from pain. She seemed to want it, however, so he continued to lick her soggy gash.
She shuddered and squirmed and twisted. She yanked on his prick and screamed. He lashed her clit as hard as he could. His tongue was beginning to tire when she finally slowed down, then slumped on top of him. His face was buried in her cunt, making breathing difficult. He pushed her ass aside and gulped in fresh air.
Heather could no longer stand being only an observer. Her pussy burned and tingled. She stood and stripped to the buff. Nicole rolled off and Heather knelt above Larry's head.