Monique - Schooled for sex

"I see. You said it was a woman who called?"

"How perspicacious of you. Yes, that's right. She sounded quite young and well educated, too. I'm to leave the money in the warehouse, she told me, and one week later Laurel will be released and the photos will be destroyed."

The finer details came later. I noted them down and tried to piece it all together. Martha came in briefly and greeted me. Behind her mother's back she opened her robe and displayed her young body, but she was showing it to a jaded man. After she'd gone I said to her mother: "I'll want to stay here the night and the two girls in the car must be kept in a room where they won't be able to escape or contact their cronies. Can that be done?"

"Why, of course Mr. Mac. Don't rush back to Moorehead on my account, there's no hurry!"

"Your sarcasm will become your embarrassment one day soon," I informed her. Another bluff. Basically, I was up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle, but why should I tell my employer that. The girls were bundled into a basement room and locked in. And I was shown to a guest room, where I gratefully collapsed on the bed and surrendered to a wave of sleep. It was not to be. Within minutes the door to my room creaked open and Martha snuck inside.

"Hi!" she said brightly. "Do you want me to do it to you again?"

"No, honey, not tonight," I said tiredly. "Try me in the morning, okay?"

"Oh, come on, don't be such a weakie!" she said. She hopped on the bed and lay down beside me. "Don't you like the way I do it? If that's the case tell me how you like it and I'll do it that way."

Why argue? She had her mother's imperious temperament. Besides, it would be like a goodnight kiss. "Go ahead, do it your way. You know damn web you're good." She had to undress me first. I couldn't be much help to her simply because it had been such a long day. Fucking, driving, wracking my brains, it all added up. Martha didn't seem to mind. She labored over me like a bee and stripped me like a piranha. Naked, half asleep, I lay on my back and let her have her way. She didn't waste a minute. Her bps brushed along my chest, did a turn about each nipple, and slowly kissed down to my navel. There her tongue flicked out and dabbled in the small cavity before going further down. In spite of my exhaustion I felt a tingle start up in my balls. Hot and cold tingles, a whole storm of them-but it would pass. Through my eye lashes I saw that Martha had taken off her robe and was stark naked. Her ass pointed right at me and her pussy peeped at me unblinkingly. A charming sight, nice enough to evoke another storm of tingles, even a few pulses of life in my overworked cock.

The tip of her tongue lightly licked about the base of my cock, drawing along the smooth skin and through the tangle of hair there. I felt an urge to move with it, to fuck the air or something, but I also wanted to go to sleep. It was near morning, I could only hope for a couple of hours at best. Why didn't I tell her to get the hell out of my room? Because her bps had just closed over my knob, that was why.

How delicate she was. Her lips quivered about my cock flesh so subtly that my cock expanded in order to get a tighter grip on itself. Slowly, holding the base of my dick with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over it, going down, down, until she kissed her own fist. Only then did she let go, and my cock rested heavily on her lower lip. She moved further down, taking in more cock than she'd been able to days earlier. Had she been practicing with a broomstick? I had to open my eyes wide to see exactly what she was doing. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared between her bps. It wasn't easy for her, she strained and sweated, and once she almost gagged, but she did it! The whole damn thing went down into her mouth and lodged in her throat. In spite of her discomfort, her eyes shone with pride. "That's a terrific trick," I praised her. "How did you learn that?"

"The gardener said it was okay if I practiced on him." I'll bet he said it was okay. She repeated the trick over and over, making me so hard that I forgot about sleep. I had a new ambition now: I wanted to fuck this little cocksucker! Her pussy shone with its gravy now, and when she moved abruptly it made a smacking sound. I would bide my time, let her do her magic on me until she'd been lulled into a false sense of security, and then WHAM! Up her like a rat up a drainpipe! A few more minutes… just a little more of her delicate mouth-fucking, the warm bath of spit regaling my cock, the soft, slippery flesh of her mouth as it brushed against my cock, the lolling, mercurial tongue, the tight constriction of her throat muscles as she overshot the mark, all those little things made me quite patient. She was so good, so loving, and when I watched her do it she thrilled me even more with her obvious enthusiasm. She licked and sucked that cock as though she'd always wanted one of her own. And as she made love to it her slender young body writhed over me to offer her pussy to my mouth. This was my chance to prepare her for fucking. I licked her cunt up and down, inside and out, wetting her, bringing out more of her sap, relaxing her muscles. How tight she was; how tight they all were, these young girls. Even when I only had the tip of my tongue inside her the muscles gripped at it sternly, forbidding it to go any deeper.

She almost made me blow my wad at one point. Hurriedly I lifted her off my dick and held her suspended in the air until it was all better. She squealed and made desperate attempts to get back to her favorite lollipop, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead of putting her down in the same position I turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. That surprised her but she soon fell into this new aspect of the game of love, sticking her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my cock at the same time. Slowly I maneuvered her cunt closer to my dick. She didn't suspect anything at first but when my knob nudged her hole she was alerted. "No, don't spoil it," she crooned into my ear.

"I must," I said in the same kind of voice, and at that moment I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down over my driving cock. She was too startled to scream. Instead she said: "Oh!", with a sharp intake of breath and astonished eyes, and then it was too late. Her carefully oiled and pampered pussy opened wide and admitted the full length of my cock. If there was a hymen in the way neither of us noticed it. Perhaps she was into horseback riding.

"Is that all?" she asked, more amazed than ever. "My mother told me it was worse than getting your appendix taken out!"

"Your mother was telling you little white lies," I said, releasing her so she could sit up over my cock. That made her bend my cock back a little, just enough to put severe pressure on it and to allow me to experience the soft firmness of her moist insides. She tried to move up and down but she was too inexperienced to do it with any success. I helped her out by seizing her about the waist and jerking myself off with her whole body. She liked that. Her head rolled about and her hair went everywhere, her tits bobbled and wobbled, and her whole cunt was getting more stimulation that it had ever had.

"That's so nice!" she sighed. "Don't ever stop, Joe, I want you to do this all night and all day, and… Ooooooooohhhhhh! I love it. My body's on fire!"

"I knew you'd like it," I grinned. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock into sheer madness. Periodically I had to stop moving her about just to comply with her request for a good, long fuck, but I knew it was all in vain. She excited me too much, I wanted to ravish her, not simply make love. The steady motion of lifting her and lowering her turned into a violent shaking. I had a good grip on her and shook her like she was a martini in the making. Now she lost control. Her cries were turned into warbles by the motion, her tits quivered rapidly, and her head looked like it was about to fly loose. Her cunt was like a machine especially designed to make males sexually independent. After a while of brinksmanship, I pushed her down further over my cock so that my pubic bone gnashed into her clitoris, and now my cock moved inside her like the clapper of a bell. She rang loud and clear. Sobs and giggles erupted in abbreviated forms, she couldn't control her voice box any more than the other box. Juices poured down over my balls; she was climaxing subliminally. Her hands tried to massage her tits to even up her passions, but she had to give up the attempt. After that she let her arms swing loose, giving her the appearance of a Raggedy Ann doll in the hands of a violent child.