Ricky Smith - Fame,fortune and lust

"Bend over, baby and let me fingerfuck you a little…"

He couldn't believe it! He turned his head and looked to see if she was kidding.

"Please, I'd like to," she said softly, purring like a cat.

"Holy Jesus," Terry mumbled in complete disbelief in the entire situation. It had to be a dream. It couldn't really be happening.

"Bend over, Terry," Julie said, and the boy obeyed. He touched the floor again and then got back up, bending only halfway this time. He reached back and held his ass cheeks apart and felt Julie licking his asshole to get it good and wet again. Then he felt her cold long finger touch him there and he held his breath. His cock stood at attention and his balls grew tight. He looked sideways in the mirror and saw Julie's hand, with one finger extended, pointing directly at his buttocks.

Then he watched the finger slowly move into him. He felt the anal orifice being forced open as Julie's finger slid up his asshole easily, slowly, beautifully. He took a deep breath and then gasped when her long finger was completely buried up his asshole.

"Julie, I can't stand it!"

"Hurt, baby?"

"NO! I love it! Fuck me, please," Terry said as he flexed the muscles in his anal canal. She started moving her finger in and out and with the other hand reached under and grabbed his balls and fondled them.

"Nice big balls, not as big as Ron's, but nice and heavy," she whispered, watching her finger slide in and out of his hot tight clasping male asshole. "Don't come, baby, I want to take it…" She kept her finger working till she knew he was going to shoot – so she stopped, leaving her finger all the way up his hole.

Terry stood up straight, locking her finger in his tight buttocks. His cock stood out in front of him and he looked down at it – the head was covered with a bubble of premature cum – and resisted grabbing it. He was on the brink of orgasm and he had to tell himself not to let go.

"Turn around, honey, lift one leg up so. I can keep my finger up your sweet ass," Julie commanded, and Terry started to twist on her finger, lifting one leg high over her head, finally facing her. Julie's hand was between his legs, her finger burled deep within him, and with the other hand she grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the big swollen tip to her lips.

"Oh, Julie," Terry moaned, seeing her beautiful face only inches from his hot dick.

"Look at that nice juice coming out, WOW!" Julie said, and then with a fast fuck of her tongue licked the head of his dick, tasting his cream in her mouth. She kept her lips about an inch from it – he wanted her to take him, to suck him, to pull it down her throat – waiting for the huge spurt that she knew was coming. His balls were tight and his cockhead looked as if it were about to burst.

"Julie, please suck my cock! I'm going to come!" Terry was desperate – he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Come, baby, come!" Julie said.

"Please take it… I'M COMING!"

"SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!" Julie screamed, looking directly at his huge cockhead.

"AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH HOLY FUCK!" Terry yelled into the air and closed his eyes, jerking his head back.

Julie saw it happen, close-up. The slit in his cock split apart and a huge wad of white fired directly at her, hitting her on the forehead. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his cock as spurt after spurt of cum shot from the tip. It covered her eyes and cheeks and finally she got it into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could as the cum continued to flow, swallowing as much of it as she could.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Terry gasped, looking down again, watching his cock embedded in her face, feeling his balls shooting his jism into her throat. Her face was covered with white liquid – her eyes were glued with it – and a dribble ran down over her cheek, down her neck and onto her dress. She was bathed in his pent-up young cum.

"Oh Julie, Julie," he whispered as she sucked on his softening cock. It was over, the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he felt as if the world had collapsed. He wanted to fall over, to faint, to roll off into the sky. It had been too amazing for words, and he still couldn't comprehend the reality of the situation. His agent, Ron's wife, a woman old enough to be his mother, had entered his bedroom and sucked him off with her finger up his ass.

And it was still there. Just as he shot, she wiggled it a little, sending electricity through his body. Now she was sliding it out slowly, carefully. He lifted one leg and the tip of her finger popped from his asshole. Then she let his cock drop from her mouth. He looked down at her. Her face was still covered with cum. She smiled.

"I'll… I'll get you a washcloth," he said, starting to turn.

"Give me your undershorts," Julie said Terry looked at her for a moment – surprised – and bent over and picked up his white shorts and handed them to her. She wiped her face clean and then pressed them to her face, to her lips, and held them there for a moment.

What do I do now? Terry stood there in bewilderment. He didn't know what the hell to say or to do. Should he put his clothes on? Did she want more? Did she want him to make love to her? He was more frightened now then he had been when drying his hair in front of the mirror.

"You have a fantastic body I never realized," Julie murmured, reaching inside her bag for a cigarette.

"I think I'll put on my jeans," Terry said, slightly embarrassed. His cock was normal size now – he worried when it wasn't hard, because it looked small, and he knew it had no relation to how big it could get, but none the less it looked small – and he wanted to cover himself.

"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," she said, lighting the cigarette. She stood up and stared at him, front and back, smiling, nodding.

"I feel awfully silly…" Terry started to say.

"Silly? Kid, I just gave you a blow job! And now you feel silly 'cause you're naked?" Julie let out a laugh and Terry relaxed a bit.

"What I'm thinking is that we should use more of your flesh…"

"But I…" Terry again was cut off.

"Wait! Okay, I don't mean a Jim Morrison number, like pulling your dick out in front of a million fans. I mean the jogger pants, show off some cock, take your shirt off, low-slung pants so some hair shows…"

"Julie, my… I mean, I don't think…" He didn't know how to put it. He wanted to tell her his cock wasn't that big, it didn't look that big in pants. A guy had once said to him. "You sure don't show a basket, but when you're hard you're incredible!" A fag had said it to him, after he had followed Terry into a public rest room. Terry had gone into a stall and started masturbating, unaware of the guy who had followed him. Just as he was ready to come, the guy jumped up on the toilet next to him and leaned over the stall and said it.

Julie looked down at Terry's cock. It was nice looking, and his balls were big, but it wasn't big. "I know what you're worried about. So you can get an erection or we'll pad your shorts!"

And with that she turned and walked out of the room. Terry shook his head and picked up his jeans and slid into them. It was all too unreal to believe.

In the living room, Julie was lying back on the couch, her skirt up on her thighs, smoking. Terry smiled and sat in the chair across from her. "Care for something to drink?" he asked.

"No, but you do," she replied.

What? He wondered what the hell she meant.

Julie hiked her skirt to expose her dark-haired, naked pussy… She wasn't wearing underpants! All that covered her cunt was her sheer pantyhose, and her cunt lips were as clear as could be.

"Eat me. Take a drink," she said, looking up at the ceiling.

Terry's cock got hard instantly. It pressed down the leg of his jeans. Eat me! Christ, he'd never been close to that – he didn't even know what to do.