Linda returned just in time to hear his last remark. "I am not retarded. I'm in my right grade – I'm only nineteen. Actually, I won't even be nineteen till next month. I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?" she taunted.
"EIGHTEEN FUCKIN' YEARS OLD!! HOLY CHRIST!! We'll never get out of prison if anyone ever hears about this!" Harold was almost screaming and damn near sobbing.
"Precisely," I said. "So if I were you, I wouldn't exactly go around bragging and broadcasting it, old chum. And besides, today was just a sample, in case you're interested in a little more of this merchandise."
"A little more? I'll take a lot more! Damn, I'd do twenty years for a steady diet of one that young. Jesus, it was perfect! And I came four times in an hour – I just don't believe it. Hell, once a week is about it at home."
"The only two known aphrodisiacs are youth and variety," I told him, smiling. "You just had both at once. Not bad, eh?"
"Truly perfect. When can we get together again?"
"Whoa, not too fast. We have to keep this whole setup real cool. I'll handle all the appointments and make all the arrangements. There's to be no – repeat, NO – loving except when I set it up for you. Harold, you're as bad as all the kids in the sex club were. And just as stupid. So we'll do it my way or not at all. Then there'll be no heat on anyone at any time. Deal?" I insisted.
They both happily agreed, and I sent Linda out first. Harold and I had a drink in my office to kill ten minutes, so no one would see them leaving together, and I promised him another young girl soon. We arranged to meet tomorrow afternoon to line up something definite, and he left, effusive in his praise, his thanks, and his appreciation.
Chapter 4
Promptly at ten the next morning, Sally Walker entered my office, and less than ten minutes later, as she and I were having a cigarette and chat in my office, Tony came in. For eighteen, he was a tall, handsome type, and I noticed the widening of Sally's eyes as they rather shyly greeted each other. I decided to push them into the cold water in a hurry. I excused myself, mentioning breakfast, and left.
I opened and shut the outer lobby door, thus ringing the bell, and locked it from the inside. I tiptoed into my private room, where I could see what was going on. Sally was taking the initiative. She walked over to Tony and kissed him, slowly rotating her pelvis against the boy's crotch. His arms crept around her as the kiss got more intense, and her hand slid down to where an obvious bulge was already appearing. As she massaged his growing cock through his clothing, his hands found her hips and buttocks, and he caressed them tenderly and gently at first, then seized their firm roundness more fiercely. They broke apart from their heated embrace, and she began unfastening her skirt. "C'mon, darling, let's get undressed and do it right and comfortably." she told the boy.
He was peeling off his shirt as she spoke, and in twenty seconds they were both nude. His hardon had reached its full length as he gazed at her lush round soft body, and she took his hand and led him to the divan.
"Here, let mama snuggle up close," she murmured, and then leaned over him and shoved a huge breast in his face. "Tony, darling baby, nurse me. Suck, lover, suck it hard. Ohhhh, god, that feels good. Here's the other one – mustn't let it get lonely or neglected. Oh, that's wonderful. It just makes me melt all over, baby."
Her hands, meanwhile, were not idle, and the way that she was petting and manipulating his small rigid cock, I was afraid that he was going to shoot before he could get the whole job done properly. But apparently Sally could feel the same sort of thing, for she broke off his tit-sucking and her jacking-off and slid from the couch and knelt before the young boy.
"Just lie back now, lover, and let me take care of my little baby," she crooned to him, and gently lowered her head atop the boy's erect penis.
From my viewpoint, I could see her tongue, hot and red, as it flicked and darted the length of his little tool, and then I saw his body stiffen at the sensuous thrills that I knew she was causing to course through his body. He reached his hands down between his knees and under her head, and he cupped and softly cuddled her full, swinging breasts that hung so temptingly in midair. I could see him pinching and tweaking her nipples, and heard her moan as her mouth parted wider and she engulfed the whole of his cock in one swoop.
Her long dark hair flew wildly as her head pumped up and down vigorously, and as her left hand cupped his little bag and tickled his nuts, her right arm went around him and pulled him forward so that she could get all of his cock into her voracious mouth.
She was whimpering and humming happily in her throat, and then I saw Tony stiffen more. I knew that he was coming. As he spasmodically thrust his hips and loins forward and back in mutual rhythm to her cocksucking, she redoubled her efforts, and I could see her cheeks bellow out as she sucked with tremendous pressure to milk every drop from his spewing penis.
Her moans mingled with the happy cries that were wrenched from the boy's throat as she swallowed all his milky come and tickle-tongued his shaft and sensitive cockhead to continue his ecstasy. I saw his arms flop to his sides, his head loll, and the silliest grin creep over his face as he opened his eyes slowly and gave her a look that was pure love. It was obvious that Sally could and would certainly please a young boy.
Even though Tony was completely spent, Sally did not intend to waste any part of the hour that was being granted them. She stood up, with her beautifully rounded buttocks toward me, facing Tony, and leaned over to lazily rub his face with her big full tits. I saw his hand come around her ass and pull her close, then heard her say, "No, wait a second, honey. Let's do this right. I'll show you what a woman wants."
She turned around and sat down on the sofa, motioning to Tony to kneel in front of her. She spread her thighs, and I could see that she had shaved her pubic hair off, and could see, too, the glistening dampness already forming along the pink slit of her cunt. She put her hands under her knees and leaned back so that her snatch was pushed high and forward, and Tony readily leaned toward it.
"Go ahead, darling," she said softly. "I'll help you. God knows I love it and want it done right. First, baby, just lick the outside crack of the lips, slowly, up and down. No pressure – just barely touch and kiss the slit with the tip of your tongue. Oooooohh, yes! You do learn quick! Christ, that tickles. Keep it up, lover. Now, put the tips of your thumbs hey, gently! – always do everything slowly and gently, Tony. Put your thumbs on each side of the slit and push in and apart. See how nice and sweet and pink it opens up? Now, run your tongue up and down inside, real easy, and just keep getting a little deeper with every stroke. Yes, yes, oh, that's perfect, lover. More, keep it up, Tony baby. Better wait a second now, or I'll get carried away and start coming and lose all my control, and I want to teach you a lot and get you started right, then it'll always be wonderful. For both of us. Did you ever eat any pussy before, honey?" she asked the youth.
"No, but we've all talked a lot about it. But then when you blew me – went down on me – I wanted to do the same for you," he replied, leaning back on his haunches and looking up adoringly at his ripe, mature teacher. "Is it as good for a woman as for a man? And I've never seen, really seen, a pussy before, all shaved and clean and up close like this. Just saw all that straggly hair in the way before, and it didn't look too appetizing, frankly. But yours is beautiful – all pink and soft and clean and nice," he told the woman.
"Frenching's better for a gal than for a man," Sally said. "You see, a woman can come six or ten or fifty times in a row without having to stop and recuperate. Did you like the taste of it, dear?"
"Boy, yeah!" Tony said enthusiastically. "It's sort of like honey and peppermint both."