Frederick Laughton - Bookstore for boys

The lewdly aroused older woman turned away from her ardent pupil and with a barely managed casualness stooped to pick up the garments she'd shed. As she performed the gesture her smoothly rounded buttocks spread slightly and Skip gulped dryly at the first sight of her pouting hair-fringed cunt from behind and the forbidden little hole centered in shadow in the deep crevice between her ass-cheeks. And though he hadn't forgotten her vow that they wouldn't really have sexual intercourse tonight, Skip felt nonetheless that he was at the turning point of his life. Simply after what he'd seen tonight, he would never be the same again.

Jennifer pitched her clothing onto a chair and led the panting youngster around the coffee table to the couch. Still standing before it, she pressed her breasts again toward his face, taking his hands and placing the palms of them right over her rigid little nipples.

"They feel nice, don't they?" she purred. "Play with them, sweetheart. Squeeze my nipples. That's one of the things women like most."

Skip followed her directions with a shaky precision, rewarded almost instantaneously by the tiny cry of delight that rose in her throat as his hands seized both of the full mounds of her throbbing breasts and pushed them together like two straining honey melons until the pink-hued nipples met and his mouth hungrily enveloped both of them at the same time. Feeling more confident every minute, the virginal fourteen year old rolled the pointed tips around and around on his swabbing tongue as her hot breath panted excitedly down the back of his neck.

Sparks of crazy lust shot through the blonde divorcee's naked loins and into her lower belly as the boy's hands slipped down from her bulging breasts to fondle her hips and trace the white full swells of her buttocks. As his hands moved, he kissed and licked all over her heaving breasts, his breath rasping into her naked cleavage as his fingers searched lower to touch tentatively the soft blonde hair of her cunt. Then, drawing experience from the night before, he slid his fingers up into the forbidden valley between her thighs, lightly stroking at the swollen outer lips of her pussy and feeling her clitoris stiffen. Jennifer quivered weakly against his shoulder, the contact sending delicious shafts of pleasure piercing up through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.

"Are we going to do it?" he groaned hoarsely. "Are we going to do what you said?"

"Ooooooh God, yessss!" Jennifer cried mindlessly as her arms loosened their hold around Skip's neck and she began impatiently to undo the buttons of his shirt. She was a complete slave to the unnatural urges of longing that coursed through her body, and already she could almost taste the slick little shaft of his cock in her mouth. She had promised to suck him off, and tomorrow night she would fuck him. Then, after that was done, she would try to find a way to extricate herself from this doomed affair before all was lost. At least that's what she continued to tell herself.

She tore his shirt away and bent to kiss his chest, taunting the little hard nipples of his developing torso with her flicking tongue tip. Then, her lips never leaving his skin, she pushed him down to lie prone on the couch, dropping to her knees beside him and trailing her slavering tongue lower on his body, down over his shuddering belly to dart it teasingly into the little hole of his navel.

Yes, she thought deliriously to herself. Yes, this was ecstasy. And if she deserved punishment for her obscene act, she would wreak it on herself right as she was doing it. She would humiliate herself in her sucking of his cock in the depraved hope of at least partially expiating her guilt. And with that in mind she hurriedly tore at his trousers snap and unhitched his belt, tugging them quickly down over his slim hips and buttocks to leave them finally clutching obscenely at his ankles. Then she paused for a moment, feasting her eyes hungrily on the upthrust and stiffened cock that speared outward from the thin sprinkling of his dark pubic hair and the crinkled sac of his virile young balls that lay softly between his legs.

God, she felt so evil, so vile, to be seducing this vulnerable teenager like some sort of carnivorous woman who preyed on the flesh of the innocent. And yet he was so handsome and she was in such desperate need of love. She couldn't help herself, and from that point of view it didn't really even seem wrong. And anyway, it was far too late to back out now.

With a low gasp Jennifer leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of Skip's hardened cock, extending her tongue out so it darted into the tiny slit of the bluish glans at the tip to flick up a tangy tasting little drop of seminal fluid that had already seeped forth.

"Ooooooooooooh!" the teenager groaned.

Gripping his pulsing penis between her thumb and forefinger at its base to pull down on the foreskin, she gazed hungrily at the completely exposed, blood-filled tip and the tiny opening staring back at her like a single all-seeing eye. Then with a soft moan of surrender to her irresistible urges, she dropped her head lower and let her lips envelop the rubbery nub-ended head.

Skip gasped out a low cry, his cute young face turning a deep pink as he raised his head to watch the voluptuous naked woman whose sweet curving lips were holding his erect cock so warmly between them. He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cock-head and sending unbelievable charges of shock rippling through his loins. He couldn't understand why or how this was happening to him, but he never wanted it to stop. If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he knew it wasn't a dream. It was really happening. This beautiful blonde adult woman was actually naked and kneeling on the floor beside the couch, her big cushioning breasts bouncing and swaying softly as she nibbled hungrily on the end of his aching cock like a kid with a lollipop.

And as his excitement almost overcame him, Skip suddenly lunged his buttocks up from the couch in a gesture of instinctive aggression that drove the palpitating rod of his penis all the way to the hilt in Jennifer's lewdly stretched mouth.

The obscenely sucking woman could feel the youngster's fingers crawling eagerly over the flesh of her naked body as her head rose up and down over the young surging shaft that invaded her lips. Though Skip's sudden seizing of the offensive had almost gagged her, she took a masochistic delight in his merciless use of her mouth and she wriggled her buttocks in lewd encouragement as his hand drifted lightly over her upthrust ass-cheeks. Then again he thrust his hips upward, impaling her mouth even deeper with his pummeling cock-shaft until she was certain she would really choke. She gagged again, struggling to regain her breath on the out stroke before once more he pistoned hard between her lips. Then the youngster's hands moved up to the back of her neck and he seized her by the hair to hold her face against his loins as he rammed eagerly upward again and again until he was battering her nose with his shattering upward thrusts.

The shameless blonde moaned in wanton desperation as she felt his hands tense and the jerking of his buttocks suddenly increase in velocity and force. His pelvis was surging up and down in a staccato rhythm to ram his expanded cock deeper and deeper up into her slavishly sucking mouth. She could feel it pulsing against the sides of her cheeks and she realized with a sudden rising desperation that the end was fast approaching. He was going to cum in her mouth. And she knew there wasn't a way in the world for him to stop it.

Her own body trembling in masochistic bliss, Jennifer reached down with one of her hands to thrust it up between her thighs, her middle finger finding the already lewdly swollen bud of her clitoris to begin to stroke back and forth swiftly across it. And despite all her shame and indignation at the thought of submitting to what was about to happen, she began to work even harder to please the excited teenager with the obscene ministrations of her lips and tongue. She twirled her tongue around the lust-bloated glans at the end of his cock, tightening her lips around the thick hot shaft like a rubber band, scraping softly with her teeth to elicit little incoherent gasps and cries from his throat. She knew that she couldn't expect Skip to control himself when she was doing this to him. So if he was going to climax, she was ready for it. She began to long for his cum and hunger for it with just the thought of it squirting into her mouth and spilling down her throat.