J Watson - Linda_s talented tongue

Afterward, Pam had a date and left Linda Kay at the apartment alone. It wasn't long before Linda Kay started feeling the emptiness of the room. She tried to play solitaire, and then watched television, but nothing seemed to help.

She was almost happy when there was a knock on her door. She went to the door and opened it, and a young man stood there. The boy was about her own age, maybe even younger, but he was well developed. He wore a conservative suit. His hair was cropped short and he had some flowers in his hand.

"Yes?" Linda Kay questioned.

"I-I think I've got the wrong room," he stammered. Linda Kay saw that he was obviously staring at her and she realized that she had come to the door without a bra. Her nipples were plainly visible through one of her new sheer blouses.

"Which room were you looking for?" Linda Kay purred.

Uh, three-oh-seven."

"Then you do have the wrong room. That's the one next door."

He stammered an apology and went next door. Linda Kay watched as he knocked on the door. The door opened and a huge woman stood there. Linda Kay knew the woman could not be the boy's date. She was past her sixties.. "Yes?" she asked.

"I'm here to pick up Kathy," the boy said.

"You are?" the woman said. "But her date's already picked her up. A football player at the high school."

The boy looked crestfallen. The old woman shut the door in his face, and the boy started to walk away.

"Wait a moment," Linda Kay called.

The boy stopped and looked at her curiously. "Did you call me?"

"Yes. So your date stood you up."

"It happens to me a lot," he shrugged. "I'm kind of stupid and clumsy around girls."

"Well, maybe a cup of coffee will cheer you up. I've got some on."

He looked at her, astonished at being offered a cup of coffee by someone like her. He didn't argue, and followed her into the room. Linda Kay could feel his eyes burning holes into the seat of her short skin.

She poured him a cup and motioned for him to be seated on the couch and sat down across from him. She saw his eyes stray hungrily to her crotch and then look quickly away.

Why the poor thing's hands are sweating, Linda Kay thought. She suddenly had the feeling that the boy was a virgin.

"So you're shy with girls," Linda Kay said.

"I'm not really shy," the boy said. "I just never seemed to have much luck with girls. I get shook up around them."

"Are you a virgin?"

He looked shocked. "Of course not. I've had lots of women.

Linda Kay could see it was a lie. She saw the truth in his eyes.

"Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of," Linda Kay assured him. "It just means that you've never had a real experience with the opposite sex. Have you really been with a woman?"

"No," the boy admitted.

Linda Kay grinned. She knew the boy was about to get his first piece of pussy. She thought with horror how stupid she had been when the deputy had raped her. It seemed so long ago. She was growing to love sex. She wanted to teach this boy to love it, too, but first she would have some fun with him.

Linda Kay stretched so that her nipples were taut against her blouse. The boy's eyes popped wide.

"What's your name?" Linda Kay asked.

"Bobby Davis," he answered.

Bobby sat watching as she stretched again. It was true that he had never been with a woman. He had touched a breast once and he'd gotten his face slapped for that. And the girl was nothing like the woman who sat in front of him now. He knew she was older. He didn't know how much, but she seemed much older, and he had heard stories about young boys being seduced by older women. Right now he hoped the stories were true.

"Would you like to kiss me, Bobby?"

Bobby felt himself freeze. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out of his cracked throat. He could only nod.

"Then why don't you?" Linda Kay asked.

Bobby stood up, almost spilling his coffee. He leaned to kiss her lips. Her lips were soft and pleasant. They seemed to suck at his mouth and take his breath away. He was aware that his cock was growing hard and he was petrified.

What if the woman starts crying rape? What if she has a husband in the closet? What if… But Linda's lips were searching for his again and he couldn't think clearly.

He pushed with his tongue and was rewarded by the opening of Linda Kay's lips. He had tongue-kissed before, but it had never been like this. Her tongue was alive. It was a wiggling, squirming thing that seemed to be fucking his tongue. He reluctantly reached for one of her tits. She did not fight him. His hand touched her and he squeezed. Her tits were something else. He could feel the nipple going hard beneath his hand.

"Ahhh," Linda Kay said, pulling her mouth away. "That feels good. But we mustn't continue this way. It gets so uncomfortable in a chair. Let's go to the bedroom."

Bobby felt his whole body trembling as he walked behind her to the bedroom. He knew he was finally going to get it. After all the months of trying to get in different girls' panties, after all the money he had spent on them, he was going to get it from a girl he didn't even know.

He couldn't believe what was happening. The girl turned on him and began to kiss him again. She was moaning softly.

He began to squeeze her tits again. They were firm and wonderful underneath his hand. He wanted them naked, like the pictures of the girls he had just seen in the magazines. He wanted to have her naked tits under his hands and his mouth.

He went to the top button of her Mouse. She didn't protest as he slowly undid them. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse fell to the floor.

Bobby gasped. They were the biggest, most beautiful things he had ever seen. They were much better than those in the magazine pictures. Much better than anything he could have ever imagined.

"Do you like them?" Linda Kay purred.

"Yes," Bobby whispered. "I love them. I want to feel them and touch them, and kiss them. I want to make love to your tits!"

"Oh, yes," Linda Kay excitedly said. "Do what you want to with them."

Bobby pushed her backwards onto the bed. He wasn't sure how to begin, but he wasted no time starting. His tongue flicked at one of her nipples. She gasped. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and rolled it beneath his tongue.

Linda Kay's warm and willing flesh tasted better than any meal he had ever had. He moved from one tit to the other, sucking, kissing and nibbling. Linda Kay was pressing more of her flesh into his throat.

Nobody will ever believe this, Bobby thought. Nobody would ever believe this sexy thing let me suck on her tits. She had tits as big as any movie actress. Big, beautiful, bouncing tits that he couldn't kiss enough.

"Oh, Bobby," Linda Kay moaned, "I like what you're doing to me. I like for you to kiss my tits. It feels so good."

Linda Kay's hand slipped between Bobby's legs and rubbed his prick through his trousers. Bobby froze. It was the first time in his life he had ever had a girl's hand on his cock. At first he thought it was a mistake, that the sexy young thing underneath him didn't know what she was rubbing, but Linda Kay kept rubbing.

"God!" Bobby whispered.

"What's the matter? Hasn't a girl even felt of your prick before."

"No," Bobby admitted.

"Well have to do something about that."

Linda Kay deftly opened the zipper of his trousers and released Bobby's throbbing prick. She began to gently stroke it, her fingers running down the shaft to his balls.

"My God!" Bobby said.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Oh,"

"I know something that'll make it foci even better. Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes?"

Bobby was quick to undress. He stood up and stripped off his shirt and trousers, pulling them down over his stiff prick. He saw her eyes flick to his prick, and the tip of her tongue rubbed against her lip.