Ron Taylor: Wife on the prowl

"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.

"Would you like a beer?" he asked. "I think there's some in the fridge."

"I'd love a beer," Melinda agreed. "Why don't you go out and get a couple from the fridge? Mmmm? A glass for mine, if you don't mind."

As soon as he left the room she began to strip. The blouse, the miniskirt, the bra. Melinda left her panties on, but arranged them slyly so that a tuft of silky dark pussyhair protruded through the tear her fingers had made. She'd just stepped out of her shoes when the bedroom door opened and Charlie came in carrying two large mugs of beer.

"Oh, Jesus!" he said, eyes big as saucers, and he dropped the mugs. They crashed on the floor, shattering, and beer ran everywhere. Charlie didn't notice. He had eyes only for Melinda's almost completely naked body, far the hands she extended in his direction. Late, too late, he looked down at the beer running across the floor. His brow wrinkled, as if he were unsure what to do – get a mop and clean it up or go to the woman who beckoned.

"Charlie," she purred, and he looked up. The wrinkles vanished from his forehead and he bounded across the floor.

His hands clamped onto her full, bare tits as he pushed her down upon the bed, and it seemed he couldn't get enough of them. He squeezed and kneaded the responsive warm flesh, till her hot nipples erected between his fingers and husky breaths emanated from Melinda's red lips. His groin lay against her body, and she could feel his cock grown rigid inside his pants. She reached down to finger the rampant dong and then, very gently, she unzipped him and slipped her hand inside.

"I… I oughta tell you," he gasped between kisses. "I've never done it before. Not with a girl, I mean."

"Oh? Are you a homosexual, then? Mmm, you don't taste like a homosexual."

Charlie shook his head quickly. "Not, I'm no fag! What I mean is, oh, beat myself off. Like, I've seen the movies. I know what you do. But…"

"You're a virgin, then!" He blushed, as if virginity we cause for shame. Melinda smiled and kissed his nose. "Everyone starts out as a virgin," she assured him. "In fact, I think it's very nice that you've saved yourself for me. Darling, am going to pop your cherry and it is going to be so fantastic… for the both of us…"

In a way, it was a real kick. And it did mitt day, so to speak. She'd been fucked by a man in his prime, by a man past his prime, and now she was about to steal the virginity of a boy just entering his prime. In one day she had sampled almost every imaginable type of male. And the excitement hadn't abated. Neil was going to be away the entire weekend. That left her at least torn wow to go on the prowl again. And Sunday morning to recover? If she needed recovery. More likely she'd settle into a hot bath and laze away the afternoon, masturbating while she relived her memories of Friday and Saturday.

"Your clothes, Charlie, take off your clothes."

He nodded, but his fingers seemed to be made of lead. Melinda helped him, her nimble hands flying up and down his buttons, throwing aside his shirt, and dropping his pants. She fell to her knees before him, sighing as she slid down his shorts and his long slender cock bobbed into sight.

She warmed it between her palms, cooing soft words of endearment to the red swollen tip, and she breathed warmly up and down the staff, till Charlie's loins flushed and his face went white. Pre-cum was seeping from his little slit and she wanted to taste it, but she was afraid it might excite him too much to plant his cock in her mouth again, so soon. Fiat would come the fucking. His virginal screw, she thought.

"I'm ready now, darling," she said, lying down on the bed. Her fingers encircled Charlie's cock as he hesitated beside the bed and she pulled him to her. Melinda lifted one knee, stretching the other one to the side, and she knew that he was looking into the pink-mouthed gape of her twat. She also knew that her cunt was slick and wet with the anticipation of being dicked. While she held him in one fist, she reached into her crotch and parted her labia with two fingers, showing him the deeper coral of her moist vulva, the pussyhole itself, open, deep, ready to be entered, to be screwed into pulsating orgasm. "Come to me now," she whispered. "Let me show you what the cock is really for."

He threw himself upon her, aggressive as a bear, and it was quite a surprise to Melinda. She rocked beneath him, suffocating in his kisses, and the hot tip of his cock rubbed across her thighs and belly, through the mesh of her beaver. "Here," she grunted, stopping his kisses long enough to pant out the word, and she reached in to seize his cock, to put it where it belonged.

She felt the throb-throb-throb of his blood, boiling inside his peckertube, and though he wasn't extremely thick, she knew that he'd be a sweet, comfy fit inside her snatch. "In, now," she chirped, wedging the point of him between her cuntal labia. Was he caught? Yes! She bucked up, cunt opening to swallow him, and [missing text]. "Oh, fuck!" Charlie shouted, rolling off her. His cock had wilted pathetically, as soon as Melinda's pussy thrust up in acceptance. And to look at him now, withered fuck slouching across his testicles, one might think that screwing was the furthest thing from his mind. His face was beet red and his eyes wining to look into Melinda's.

"What's wrong?" she asked helpfully. Her fingers toyed with his penis but it didn't want to respond.

Charlie shook his head. She caught him by the dimpled chin and turned his face toward hors. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"It's in," he said. "I'm just no good. Oh, wow, I'm hell on wheels when it comes to jacking off in porno theaters, but put me up against a real live woman and look what happens! Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna go in the bathroom and kill myself."