At the same time she continued to fig herself, finger snaking through the rent in her panties, and her clit was a suddenly burning orchid of ecstasy, woman's juices pouring from her pussy in a stream thick enough, musky enough, to make the entire theater smell like a Chinese whorehouse.
Or so it seemed to Melinda, as she drank hot cum and fucked her clever finger, all at the same time. It was good cum, she thought as her lapping tongue played among the squirted gobs. Young cum. Hot cum. Delicious cum. She wanted more of it.
"Suck me, suck me," he pleaded, as if she had any intention of stopping. Jesus, she would suck him dry!
He kept coming, shooting the stuff into her gaping mouth, and it was rolling from her lips, splattering onto the crotch of his pants. Oh, God, there was so much of it! Perhaps he'd been sitting here in the dark, masturbating himself for hours, waiting only for the moment when his hands would drive him to a gushing orgasm just like this one. Or maybe it was the quality of her sucking. She didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Melinda felt herself drowning in hot semen and she couldn't wait to go down for the third time.
Her own climax was petty in comparison, but it was a climax all the same, and she'd shared it with another personhe way orgasms were meant to be shared. Never again, she thought. Never again will I be the pathetic little Melinda I used to be. If Neil doesn't want it, there's a world of men who do. She sucked at the boy's cock, teeth grinding softly on the barrels until her lapping tongue assured her that he was drained, that no matter how she teased, coaxed, cajoled, he could not spill another bubble of cum into her mouth. Regretfully, she lifted her head, patting his cock in appreciation of a job well down.
"Jesus," he said in a tight, faraway voice. Melinda tucked his cock back into his pants, then zipped them quietly. Her mouth was sticky with leaked-out cum, but as her tongue emerged to lick up the spill, she didn't care. No matter what it had done to her lipstick.
"I… I only had five dollars when I went out," he said, taking her by the wrist, "and it cost me three to get into the movies. All I have left is two, and I know that isn't enough…"
"Oh, hell," Melinda whispered back, "Do all men have this problem? Ron had thought her to be a hooker, too. And now this boy. Oh, it was too bloody much!" She looked up at the screen. Apparently the other film had ended during that lowly blowjob, for she didn't recognize any of the faces or bodies now laid out before her.
Wait! There was the really ugly man with the foot-long cock. He was – oh, Jesus – he was sticking it – yes! – into the asshole of a thin, blonde girl who looked like she was playing hooky from high school to take part in this filming. Little pointed tits with pink nipples, a saucy, impudent face, a small triangle of dark blonde pubic hair – she reminded Melinda very much of Neil's friend Kathy. But it wasn't the same girl. Kathy was slightly heavier in the ass, slightly fresher of face. Both of them gorgeous, yes, but… "I can't pay you," the boy was saying into her ear. "I'm sorry." Melinda realized that she still had her finger under her skirt, buried in her wet pussy. With a giggle she pulled it out, then waved the finger back and forth in her young friend's face. "Yes," she said, "you certainly can pay me. Take me somewhere and fuck me, till I smell like this all over!"
"Oh, wow," he said, quavering. His fingers were like little iron bands on Melinda's wrist.
"Come on," she added. "Let's go somewhere and do it. Really do it. And it won't cost you anything except an erection."
As they hurried up the aisle, Melinda took one last look at the screen. The Kathy-like blonde was still being corn holed vigorously. How her little anus ever expanded enough to take in that monster cock was beyond Melinda's understanding, but as she went through the curtain, she thought smugly, up both their asses! Kathy's and Neil's! She was on the prowl for Goddamned sure and, if her luck held, she'd do a lot better than she could at home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
His name was Charlie, and he was nearly as young as he looked. Almost twenty, he said, settling nervously into the passenger's seat of Melinda's car, but he could have passed for an innocent girl.
Medium-size, with light brown hair and a dimple in his chin just like Cary Grant's. But he didn't come across as the dynamically seductive type. Despite the hard cock Melinda had felt and sucked in the movie house, despite the lust with which she'd given herself to him there, he was stilt very shy, more than half afraid of the woman who had come on so boldly. She suspected that he was very inexperienced. Could he even be a virgin?
"Where shall we go?" she asked, pulling out from the curb. He didn't answer, so she put her hand on his thigh. "A motel, perhaps? Or do you have a place of your own?"
"Uh… yeah… I… uh… I stay with these two other guys… we all go to college…"
"Then a motel might be better?" Her hand inched up his thigh, getting perilously close to the area where his pecker lurked. It had softened after the mighty flood of cum he'd poured into her mouth, but he was young and, if she knew anything about young men, he could get up big and hard, very soon.
"Uh, well, my roommates went to a party," he stammered, moving nervously when her hand clutched him. "They probably won't be back tonight. It's that kind of party," he added.
"Mmm-mmmmmm," Melinda cooed. "And poor Charlie didn't get invited? And had to go to a dirty movie? Is that something you do very often, darling? I mean, going to an X-rated theater and…" Delicately, she left the sentence unfinished.
She could almost feel the heat of his blush. "Sometimes," he confessed. "I… I don't go out very much. You might not have noticed, but I'm… kinda… shy around girls. But oh, Jesus, this is embarrassing!"
"Not at all," Melinda argued. "Turn hire? People have sexual needs, Charlie darling I used to be like you. I had to take care of my own. But I've seen the light, and, oh, I want so much to share it with everyone. And that, dear, includes you." As she spoke the last word, her hand closed upon the crotch of his pants. Charlie yelped softly, but his cock had a different, much more satisfying method of response. Melinda had to stretch her fingers as the lump became a bulge.
"Here it is," he said, and she pulled in. "We live up there."
"Up there" apparently meant three darkened windows on the second story of a building whose round floor showed the Yen Sin Restaurant, Open 24 Hours, Cry Out Service.
"Are you hungry?" Charlie wondered, getting out of the car. "The Moo Goo Gai Pan here is out of this world."
"Fuck the Moo Goo Gai Pan," Melinda husked, wrapping her legs around him on the sidewalk. "Better still, carry me upstairs and fuck me. Now, Charlie, darling! Now!"
It was a small apartment – kitchenette, bath, small living room, and two bedrooms. One of them was miniscule but private, the other contained two medium-sized beds in a rather larger space. "Uh, I sleep in here," Charlie said, pointing to one of the beds. "Unless Frank scorn, and comes home with a girl. Then I sleep on the couch in the living room."
"Tsk-tsk," Melinda said, rubbing herself against him. God, he was still blushing, after all she'd done to him! So young, so shy, so sweet. She wanted to fuck him silly. It would round out her day nicely. Dave Hammett, sophisticated and straight-on; Ron, older, somewhat dull in comparison. And now Charlie. Young inexperienced. Just like a guided tour through the ages and varieties of man.