Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

God, she thought he was so beautiful and so helpless and so vulnerable. And she gloated in the deranged joy of discovery as her fingers at last began to work the zipper down to open his fly.

Skip's throat constricted until he felt as though he would never catch his breath again. He could feel Jennifer's cool fingertips delving into the opening of his trousers until they made sudden naked contact with the throbbing hard shaft of his virginal penis. The sheer sensation made his whole body tremble and he felt just then as if at any minute he might explode into a million pieces. This beautiful and experienced woman was actually touching him there inside his pants! And she was smiling and panting as if she loved it! This was more than he could have dreamed of and he thought he was going to faint with delight as he felt her fingers tighten hungrily around his pulsing hardness.

Skip didn't resist as Jennifer pressed him back into a reclining position on the long couch, and another gasp of excitement and surprise burst to his lips as he felt her slip her hand gently into the fly of his trousers to pull out the hard slender rod of his lustfully erected cock. He watched avidly as she began a bold stroking of his stiffly distended penis right in front of his own gaping eyes, sliding the loose outer skin up and down in her eager grip, slipping her fingers inside his pants to tease at his sperm-loaded testicles with her nails. He felt as though he'd die if she didn't stop it, but he silently prayed that she would keep doing it for a long long time.

Then suddenly the aroused teenager stiffened as he felt himself beginning to lose control. "Oh-oh!" he groaned. "Miss Watson, I can't take much more of that. I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"

Jennifer ceased the teasing movement of her hand, letting it rest still and light around the boy's straining cock-shaft as she smiled tenderly down into his eyes. "I know what you're going to do, Skip. You're going to cum. And that's what I want you to do. But I want to cum too. I want to cum with you and I want you to help me with your hand. All right?"

Then Skip's astonishment increased as the trembling woman scooted up the couch until her ripe buttocks were cushioned against his elbow, and raised up to suddenly tug her skirt up off the tightly rounded mounds of her panty-clad ass-cheeks. And then, to the boy's even greater surprise, she raised right up off the couch and slowly tugged the panties down to her mid-thighs, completely exposing her naked buttocks and belly and golden haired mound of her cunt to his hungrily leering eyes as she tuned to sit sideways on the couch against him.

Jennifer smiled down deliriously, her tongue flicking automatically out to moisten her lips as her hand tightened about the straining shaft of his cock. "All right Skip," she moaned. "Now we're going to make each other cum. Put your hand between my legs and play with my pussy while I finish jacking you off."

In spite of his inexperience, Skip needed no further encouragement. But even as he reached eagerly to do Jennifer's bidding, the now half-naked blonde seized his wrist to guide his young hand up between her sensuously parted thighs. She gasped aloud at the sudden contact of his middle finger on the tingling flesh of her lust-moistened pussy and, never taking her hand from his wrist, she began to guide it in an up and down stroking motion along the length of her little hair-lined cuntal slit.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Jennifer gasped, beginning to squirm her buttocks on the couch and simultaneously resuming the up and down skinning movement of her hand on Skip's twitching cock. Then she groaned as the boy's eagerly searching fingers instinctively parted the yielding pink folds of her cuntal lips and began to probe experimentally straight up into the sensitive and tender flesh.

"Uuuggghhh!" she gasped, her whole body jerking from the short stab of slight but pleasing pain, a shiver racking her voluptuous torso as his thumb brushed against the hotly erected little bud of her clitoris.

Beside her on the couch Skip was grunting and groaning with equal eagerness. He hadn't masturbated a single time since he'd begun coming here to the book shop after closing hours, and the repeated titillation he'd derived from the petting sessions that always occurred with Miss Watson had pushed him already to the brink. And now the sensation of having the woman's hand on his cock, the sheer newness of the feel of having a female jack him off, was more than he could resist. His balls were about to burst and his cock was already twitching spasmodically in anticipation of its lewd but unpreventable ejaculation.

"Oh!" he gasped again. "I can't hold it. I can't hold it much longer."

"That's all right, Skip," Jennifer managed in her own delirium. "Just finger-fuck me while you're doing it. Finger-fuck me as fast as you can."

An instant later she looked down through lustfully narrowed eyes as the first hot white droplets of Skip's juvenile male cum began to spurt from the little slitted glans at the tip of his cock. It shot up and hung in the air like sparks from a spewing volcano, falling back to shower on her own forearm as she continued the hasty workings of her hand on his hotly jerking little penile shaft.

Then she returned her gaze to her own lower abdomen where, below her bunched-up dress, she could see his fingers working frenziedly in and out of the soft clinging opening of her blonde-fringed cunt where it nestled so invitingly between her wantonly scissoring thighs. She gritted her teeth, relishing the anticipatory spasms of her lust-aroused little clitoral bud, straining for her own release as she felt the increasing tremors of excitement surge through her belly and loins.

"Yes, Skip, oooooooh yes!" she murmured hotly at the promise of sensual release welling up in her tormented genital flesh. Then gradually it began, a sudden fluttering, a little series of mild but gratifying pleasures, a seeming lightening of her whole body, a momentary blanking of her mind as the little waves of ecstasy went coursing through her belly.

And then, as suddenly as it had started it was finished. A low sigh heaved out of her throat and she slacked the movements of her hand as she felt Skip's cock twitch one last time and become still. Then with her other hand she gently pushed his fingers from her loins and away from her sensitive inner thighs. She looked tenderly down at the panting boy for a moment, then got up suddenly and went to the bathroom for a towel, her panties still spanning her thighs. It had been so good, she thought. But not nearly good enough. It had come too quickly, too easily. It had been far short of what she was capable of when she climaxed. But there was only one way she could obtain that real and maximum release. Only actually being fucked could give her that.

"Are we really going to do what you said?" Skip asked almost pleadingly as Jennifer returned and used the towel to wipe up the droplets of white slick cum that stained his shirt and trousers and the cushions of the couch.

Jennifer stared back at him in shameless silence for a moment. It was wrong, it was so wrong, and she knew if she had a brain in her head she would stop this affair now before everything was lost. But the mildly relaxing orgasm she'd just achieved had served to whet her appetite and even now she found herself longing for more and more. She wanted this young boy, she wanted him in every way she could have him, and even as she was trying to tell herself to tell him no, another more lascivious-minded portion of her brain was constructing the lewdest scenario of which she could even have conceived. It was a scenario that would build relentlessly through three lustfully shocking acts to the climax of this innocent teenager's initiation to the act of sexual intercourse itself. And the first act of the scenario had already been played.