She leaned across him, and his nearly soft penis seemed to rise to meet her oncoming lips. She'd turned him on with her mouth, it appeared, but she was really going to turn him on before she taught him the finer points of fucking. Melinda opened wide and his steadily-erecting dick moved in.
His finger was still in her pussy, twiddling around, and with his thumb he'd managed to locate her clitoris. He strummed it with his thumb, entranced by the way it jiggled about, and Melinda was entranced too, for spurts of pleasant sensation rippled through her body and made her snatch that much wetter and hotter around the finger that roved inside it.
Simultaneously, she was sucking hard on his cock, thrilling as it stiffened joltingly in her mouth. All the boy needed was encouragement, she thought. Encouragement and a friendly woman. My God, she reflected, I'm living "Summer of '42"! I'm Jennifer O'Neill, and he's that kid, whatever his name was. I'm the older woman introducing him to the pleasures of sexual expression. What a trip!
But she didn't feel like an older woman, especially when a tiny gush of cum shot from the tip of his cock and oozed across her tongue. Oh, he was up now, really up, and she'd make damned sure he wouldn't go down again till he'd filled her cunt with lots and lots of that hot bubbly jism. For good measure she opened wide and sucked at him with all-encompassing vigor, and suddenly… Suddenly the head of his cock was in her throat and she had pubic hair in her nostrils. Oh my God, she thought, I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! The same thing that bitch Kathy did to my husband! She'd swallowed his cock to the very root!
Her next impulse was to gag and throw up all over his groin, but she knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be right. It would shock him and probably make him sick and only increase his sex problems. Melinda fought resolutely with herself, and the gagging urge posed. Indeed, once she'd gotten used to the idea of having a dong's head in her throat, it wasn't bad at all. Sort of like the feeling of eating too much at Thanksgiving, except that only her throat was hill, not her tummy.
But she enjoyed it, the longer the contact lasted, and she was pretty sure Charlie did too, because his finger was going wild in her cunt and he was pushing her cunt as it were a button and he was tying to get room service in a hurry. "Ga," she said around his cock and he shivered at the vibrations up and down his rigid length.
On the other hand, it was hard to breathe, once he'd been there a while, and her face was getting red from lack of oxygen. Regretfully, Melinda let him slide out, but her tongue followed, even as her lungs sucked in air, and she licked her dribbly spit off the inflamed, swollen cock.
"How do you feel now?" she wondered, gurgling a little. Her mouth was flooded with spit, nearly as thick as the cum he'd given her in the movie house.
She wiped her lips, grinning, and Charlie grinned back. If ever she'd seen a grin totally full of confidence, he was flashing one at her. Oh, yes, she told herself, he's ready now. And he's not going to go soft at the ultimate moment. He's going to fuck my ass off.
"I feel great," Charlie said, extracting his middle finger from her snatch. "I think you've done me a lot of good."
"I think you're going to do me some good now," she told him, kneeling beside the boy. His cock stuck up, in need of no further oral or manual assistance, and she looked down at it for a moment, anticipating the moment when it would enter her pussy and bury itself to the hilt. "Oh, yes, a lot of good," she added, throwing her leg across him.
Melinda rose above the boy, her cunt uplifted, open, totally available, and she stopped in place. "Okay, Charlie," she said, "put it in me. And fuck me. Right?"
"Oh, right!!!" the boy wailed, grabbing his cock.
He stood it up, tickled the hair of Melinda's pussy, and then thrust up. She sank down as he bucked, and their genitals fumbled together for a moment, cock straining to enter her snatch, her cunt an inky, hungry hole that sought to swallow him as engulfing as her mouth had just finished doing.
"Ohhhh!" Melinda screamed, plunging down on him. Charlie's cock bent, but the tip made entrance, and when her ass came to rest upon his upper thighs, she was pussyfull of pecker and loving every inch of it.
"Look, Melinda!" he yelled. "I'm not going soft!"
"Damn straight, you're not! Now use that thing on me, Charlie! Use it! You've seen the movies and you know what to do!"
He must have seen a lot of the movies, she noticed, because he pile drove his way up into her with short, furious, skillful strokes that had her bouncing and rocking, cunt twitching around his rod. She rested her hands on his chest, threw back her shoulders, and set about riding that marvelous young animal she'd stirred back to life. Oh, it was fantastic! Her cunt squished as he fucked in and out, and she made her ass bob up and down, to heighten the intensity of Charlie's strokes. Her hair swirled, and the nipples of her tits were stiff with passion, so stiff they hurt – but such a delightful hurting! Melinda reached up, cupping her breasts, offering them as if to an imaginary lover, and she ran her fingertips across the jutting nipples till her head swam.
"My God," she gasped, "you're doing it right, Charlie – exactly right! Keep on, oh, God, keep on!!!"
"Do you like it?" he asked, fucking happily. "DO you really like it, Melinda?"
"Bet your ass I like it," she grinned, shaking her tits at his beaming face. He liked that, very much, for he reached up and seized the shaking mounds in his hands. Melinda stoked him as he stroked her, and they rode together, fucking with a greater and greater speed and intensity. Melinda's teeth chattered, and hot sweat ran from beneath her arms. She flexed her arms and felt the squishy moisture in their pits, and she could smell its hot, cunty fragrance.
Or was that the hot cunty fragrance of her sopping pussy? She couldn't be sure. But Charlie had certainly fulfilled her request. All of her smelled just as her pussy had, back in the theater – once again she found herself thinking wistfully of Chinese whorehouses. And loved it. If there were any aroma in which she could gratefully be suffocated, if was the smell of sex. God, was she ever making up for those lost months when Neil had abandoned her and forgotten to mention it to Melinda. Damn him, she thought, I hope he's having fun, because I sure as hell am!
"Feed my hungry pussy," she smirked, romping dawn upon him, twisting her ass so that her cunt wriggled and sucked on his up thrust dong. "I want your cum running out my ears," she added, her fingers tickling his ears. He grabbed harder at her tits, pulling the nipples till she screamed with delight. "Oh, you're learning fast, kid!" she said, and her twat mashed down hard upon his jiggling balls.
"It's fun learning," he agreed.
Melinda couldn't wait. She loved to be kissed, and she wanted to be kissed. Right now. She leaned forward, and her tits came to rest upon Charlie's chest. She cupped his face in her hands and rained wet kisses all over the tower part of his head. Mouth, cheeks, the dimples in his chin – she kissed everything that was kissable and several things that weren't. Once the playful tip of her tongue even slipped into his flaring nostrils for a little bit of stimulation that was new to both of them.
And all the while her cunt ground upon him, moving up and down, back and forth, to the sides, always full of his cock, always wet and slick and active around his cock. Melinda was discovering muscles in her pussy she hadn't known existed, and she was putting all of those newfound muscles to wonderful use.