"You're really hot tonight, aren't you, Miss Daniels?"
Jo stared at her young lover in shame and anger. What had come over him she wondered Then she smiled, moistening her lips, and nodded. If Tim wanted to be aggressive tonight that was in a sense what she'd been waiting for the last several days. She took it as a sign of progress on his part, of development, and she secretly gave herself the credit for the change to last week's lewd episode when she'd humbled herself to suck his cock until he'd ejaculated his hot load of sperm in her mouth.
"Yes, Tim. I'm really… excited for you tonight."
"I call it hot" Tim said.
An image, a warning light, flashed in Jo's mind. She put it out and nodded seductively "All right, Tim. I'm hot."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to make love to you."
"Make love?" Tim asked, staring lewdly down where her skirt fell against the "vee" between her thighs.
A little shiver coursed through Jo's body. She knew what Tim wanted her to do. He wanted her to humiliate and debase herself before him. But the very idea of it only further excited her, and after everything else she'd already submitted to, she couldn't see what would be the harm.
"All right, Tim," she said in a lusty surrender. "I want you to fuck me, ravish me, despoil… despoil my naked flesh."
Tim grinned. "All right. Go in the bedroom and strip. I'll be there in a minute."
"But I want… I want you to undress me," Jo purred, happy to play the young boy's game.
"Some other time," Tim said flippantly. "Now go do what I told you. Get on your bed and put your ass on a pillow."
Astonished,' unable to imagine where the inexperienced teenager had even gotten such an idea, Jo turned and walked slowly toward her bedroom, looking back over her shoulder at the still erectly exposed penis looming up obscenely from the open fly of Tim's trousers.
She went through the door, pushing it shut behind her though not bothering to slam it. Now she was going out of her mind with the anticipation of really being fucked by the youngster, genuinely taken, violated, used, and her stomach was churning with excitement as she quickly stripped off her blouse and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and completely free her straining breasts. She tossed both garments onto a chair near the foot of the bed, then hesitated, quivering, her full round breasts throbbing and swelling at their contact with the air.
Then she started as she heard Tim's voice and realized he was watching her through the crack in the door. "Take off the rest, too. Drop your skirt. And the panties. I want to see you completely naked." He pushed the door open wide and stood framed in it, glaring at her.
The trembling Jo hurried and shed her skirt, then hesitated but a moment longer, relishing her own passionate and masochistic response to the lewd command, before slipping her fingers into the tight elastic waistband and working the panties down off the golden hair of her pubis with a sexy little wriggling movement of her buttocks. Then she slid them down her thighs, stopping awkwardly to do so, stepped out of them and stood completely naked and vulnerable before the young boy. Cringing with delighted shame, she awaited his next command. But his eyes had spent a long time roving up and down every contoured inch of the front of her body before he ordered, "Okay, turn around and let's see your ass."
Jo shivered almost fearfully. Now he was going too far. Yet she welcomed the indignities her arrogant young lover was heaping on her and, feeling his eyes bore into her, feeling them almost like hands roving over and mauling her body, she turned her back to him, showing him her naked ass-cheeks and the forbidden little crevice running down between them. And now, in a wild flight of fantasy, she could almost feel his eyes stroking at the tiny, puckered circle of her anus.
At last the degrading inspection was over. "All right," Tim said. "Now get on the bed."
Shaking with relief, Jo stepped to the edge of it. She hesitated, looking with narrow eyes back at the fully clothed youngster, then she retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it squarely in the center. She got onto the bed, lowering her naked buttocks to the pillow, reclining on her back and spreading her thighs so that her helpless little pussy was pushed up in the air in total vulnerability. As an innovation of her own she reached up with both her arms spread wide apart to seize the brass bars of the bedstead and completely arch and part -her defenseless, high-set breasts. She closed her eyes, sighting deeply, and when she opened them again she saw that Tim was stripping off his clothes. A moment later, completely naked, he got onto the bed and knelt between her parted thighs.
"Now tell me again," he said, leering down at her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she purred. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The young student reached down to cup the two peaks of her breasts in both his hands, squeezing and kneading them so brutally that Jo whimpered with mingled pain and masochistic pleasure, a pleasure so intense she hardly even dared to imagine it. Then she brought one of her arms down from the bedstead, placing her hand on the back of Tim's head and forcing his face down to the two parted, quivering mounds in an act of aggression of her own, at the same time arching her breasts to thrust the nipple into his mouth. Then again she extended her arm above her head, little quivers darting over her flesh is he sucked and bit at her nipple so furiously that she cried out aloud. A whimper of frustration rose in her throat as he raised his head again, staring at her with wild eyes. She could hardly believe it as the boy slid downward on the bed, his tongue trailing a searing path of fire over the warm skin of her stomach, licking down into her softly curling cunt-hair as he lowered his face between her thighs and right over her pussy. The position of her buttocks on the pillow, and the wide-extending thighs, served to part the pink moist lips slightly, and it was almost more than Jo could bear when she felt his warm breath blowing softly through her hair that fringed them.
Oh my God, she thought, staring down at the boy with disbelief. This was too wonderful to be true. This was the fulfillment of her wildest and most desperate fantasy.
"Oh yes!" Jo cried out, unable to contain herself any longer. "Eat me, Tim. Do it. Eat my pussy!"
The boy leered up at her between the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. He grinned. "Beg me."
"I am begging," Jo sobbed. "I am begging. Do you want me to get off the bed and crawl on my hands and knees? Do you want me to kiss your feet? Just tell me what you want. Anything!"
"I just want you to make a promise. Promise me that tonight, after I eat you out, you'll do anything I tell you to."
Jo experienced a flash of sobriety, rationality. "What?" she gasped, looking at the boy suspiciously. Then she closed her eyes, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as he leaned lower and again breathed between the hair-lined lips of her cunt. "All right!" she gasped. "I promise. I promise I'll do anything you ask if you'll just go ahead and eat my cunt. I can't stand it. I can't stand this waiting any longer!"
Without further hesitation or ado, Tim plunged. He placed his hands on the moistly throbbing edges of her lust-crazed pussy lips. With his elbows he levered her thighs out until they were spread apart to completely expose the narrow vaginal furrow and even the small quivering bud of her clitoris. Lizardlike, his tongue flicked out, trailing slowly along the slit, up and down in the hair and warmth and moisture, worming gradually inward, up between the hotly pulsating walls of Jo's vagina.