Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Skip's loins as he again raised his head to watch the blonde's face with his cock sunk deep up between her ovalled lips. He could see tiny droplets of sweat rolling in thin rivulets down the side of her body as she bucked and writhed like a she-demon over him. The muscles of his stomach tightened as he arched himself up from the couch, ramming farther and farther into her throat as he pulled her head down even tighter with both his hands. And then suddenly it began. His cock gave a series of violent jerks and the dam burst in obscene torrent as the wetly searing droplets of cum came squirting forth in a volcanic fountain of release.

Jennifer groaned as she sucked up the heavily spewing stream, her finger continuing to work in rapid frenzy up between her thighs. She gurgled as the slick male semen squirted down her throat, clasping her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly lurching member, her tongue swirling swifter and swifter around the throbbing head. In her masochistic delight, she was determined to suck him dry, to completely milk his youthful essence in obscene completion of her own richly deserved humiliation and disgrace.

And as she threw herself whole-heartedly into her task, Skip's husky groans of pleasure only drove her to greater effort. Drop after drop of his life-giving sperm surged up from his tender penis and down her throat, the excess dribbling from the corners of her mouth in spite of all her efforts to prevent wasting it, and it seemed like an eternity before the hands holding her head finally fell away and the throbbing cock gave a final spurt of its salty hot fluids and stopped. Then it slipped from her mouth and Jennifer raised up to gaze through lust-glazed eyes at the young boy to whom she'd just given pleasure like a sacrificial slave.

Skip stared dazedly back at her, his eyes descending her glistening torso to the blonde-haired mound of her pubis, where he could see her hand still pressed tightly over her unfulfilled genitals. And beyond all his inexperience, he was sure he understood.

"I'm sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't hold it back. You were sucking me too good."

"I know, Skip," said Jennifer weakly.

"But I can get it up again. I know I can. We can go ahead and fuck tonight."

Oh how wonderful that would be, Jennifer thought in the delirium of her maddening need. But she was determined to save that moment, to relish and anticipate it until she could hardly stand it, and almost sadly she shook her head.

"No, Skip. Not tonight. When I… fuck… I mean, let you fuck me, I want you new and fresh. We'll wait until tomorrow night and then it will be even more fun. And tonight you take the book and read about it so you'll know what to do."

Lou Kelly had been caught in a traffic jam at Mission Dolores and it was five minutes after six when he finally pulled to a stop across the street from the bookstore.

"Damn it," he cursed softly to himself, gazing across at the shades drawn across the window. He'd gotten himself half drunk during the process of killing the afternoon in a bar in the Tenderloin, intentionally wanting to put in his appearance at the shop just before closing time in the hope that he'd have a better chance of getting somewhere with the sexy blonde bombshell who ran it. And now, because of that damn traffic jam, he'd missed her.

Lou was just about to pull away from the curb when the three boys walking down the opposite sidewalk toward him caught his attention, though it was not so much the boys that interested him as what the smaller and younger looking of the three was carrying. And even at this distance the book distributor recognized it unmistakably. It was a copy of The Joy of Sex.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense that told Lou to wait where he was. He watched the boys approach, then stop, the three of them gazing across the street at the closed shop. Though he couldn't hear the exchange going on between them, he had at least a vague idea of what they must have been saying. The two older boys were razzing the smaller one about something evidently the fact that the shop was closed. And the younger one seemed very defensive about it. Then Lou narrowed his eyes, watching with even greater interest as this boy, book tucked under his arm, started briskly across the street. The other youngsters moved into the shadows of a doorway, and Lou waited where he was, sliding low down in the car seat so he could just peer out the window. He watched the young boy knock hesitantly at the door. His eyes widened as the shade was pulled aside and he saw Jennifer Watson's sensuous face peering out. Then the door opened, the boy went in, and the door closed again behind him.

"I'll be damned," Lou Kelly whispered softly to himself. "I'll just be Goddamned!"

Inside the little room in the back of the bookstore, Jennifer smiled as she saw Skip's surprised reaction to the fact that she'd folded the couch out into a bed in anticipation of his visit tonight for what was, she had vowed, to be the culmination of the lurid affair they were having. "We'll be able to move around better this way," she explained lustily.

"But where did you get it?" he asked.

"Get it?" She frowned, then smiled as it dawned on her that he didn't understand. "Oh. Skip, you silly boy. It's just the couch. It folds out to make a bed."

"Oh," Skip croaked.

Jennifer's eyes were glossy with desire as she reached up and began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. Skip lifted his gaze slowly toward her, watching with building excitement as she parted the material off the high upthrust mounds of her brassiere-clad breasts, then pushed the dress from her shoulders to let it drop lightly to a heap at her ankles, leaving her naked except for the brassiere and her thinly revealing panties. She flicked her tongue sensuously from her mouth, a mischievous smile of anticipation playing on her lips. "Aren't you going to get undressed too, Skip?" she said softly. "You can't fuck me with your clothes on."

"Yes, ma'am," Skip said with slight embarrassment, beginning hesitantly to undo his shirt.

Jennifer watched the boy undress even as she reached up behind her back to deftly undo the snap to her brassiere. She shed the flimsy little garment down her arms and the full high-set mounds of her voluptuous breasts burst suddenly into freedom, their contact with the air causing her ripe pink nipples to swell almost instantly to tingling rigidity. Then she wriggled teasingly out of her panties to stand totally naked before the young boy just as he began to squirm out of his trousers. Then, when Skip was finally also naked, his hard cock looming up already in pulsating erection, she took his hand and urged him gently onto the fold-out bed.

"Now come to me, my little lover," Jennifer purred softly as the teenager reclined beside her. Slowly she began to explore his tense young body with her hands, feeling the sleekly developing muscles draw hard and tight as she caressed the secret hollows and crevices of his form. Her soft lips that had last night nurtured and sucked his cock to lewd ejaculation now clasped hungrily over his young mouth and her searching tongue darted lizard-like between his teeth. She lifted her satiny white thighs over his slender hip, pressing her pubic mound tightly against him with a provocative undulating motion. Then greedily she pulled him toward her until the length of his insistent boy-cock was prodding up against the soft-haired mound of her pussy.

Jennifer sighed deeply, squirming even tighter against the hotly breathing young boy until the gleaming blood-swollen head of his cock was twitching right up against the passion-drenched lips of her pussy. Delirious with lust, she kissed him again, her tongue snaking into his sweet-tasting young mouth as her hand caressed his back and naked buttocks to draw him even closer against her.