"I want to read a chapter about doing it," Skip said stubbornly. "The real thing, I mean. I'm tired of all this kid's stuff."
Jennifer turned on the couch to gaze desperately down into the youngster's earnest face. This was the fourth time Skip had come to the shop after closing time for the purpose of going through the book on love, and they had already covered all of the material that she could in clear conscience bring herself to treat upon with the innocent teenager. And though Skip had learned quite a lot, as she knew all too well from the way he kissed during the nerve-wracking but still innocent sexual play that had accompanied their discussions, that these sessions had only served to whet his appetite.
"Come on, Miss Watson," the boy insisted. "I'm ready for that. I know enough now that I can understand it. I do!"
More as a distraction than anything else, Jennifer started to shuffle lightly through the pages of the sex manual, momentarily blushing as she found her eyes settling on a sketch of a man and woman sitting naked across from each other in the half-lotus position, obscenely caressing themselves with their hands. Beneath the picture was an italicized caption: "Mutual auto-eroticism as a method of building trust." Then abruptly she closed the book.
"I know you know enough to understand, Skip," she said firmly. "And that's why I think… I think these sessions have gone far enough. You've certainly learned everything you need to know at your age."
"But I haven't. I want to know about the real thing. About… fucking!"
"Skipper!" Jennifer gasped, standing up suddenly and moving away from the couch. "The fact that… that you would use that kind of dirty word to me demonstrates just how out of hand this whole business has gotten."
"I'm sorry," Skip mumbled. "I didn't mean it that way. I just meant, you know, sexual intercourse. I want to know about that." The tightness in the youngster's throat made him feel as if he were being choked and he stared at the sensuous but now disturbed blonde in passionate plea, quickly devouring every firm contour of her ripe female figure. All he could think of was that he had to convince her to keep going with what they'd begun. His whole life had changed during these last few days and he felt like an entirely different person from the nervous and uninitiated boy who'd arrived with the bag of coins from his piggy bank to buy the book that would teach him about sex. But he felt that he'd still only explored the tip of the iceberg, and he couldn't bear the thought of having her break the whole thing off now when they were just getting started good.
Suddenly convinced that he had to take some kind of positive action on his own behalf, the dark-haired young boy rose suddenly and lunged clumsily around the coffee table. Then with lightning quickness, he stepped forward and reached around Jennifer with both hands to catch the twin half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her to him and planting several awkward kisses on the sensitive white flesh of her neck just below the ears. "God, ma'am," he groaned heavily. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself. You're too beautiful and I like you too much."
Jennifer could feel the blood raging deep within her body and she suddenly realized the full extent of her lust toward this virgin young boy. She wanted more than to just kiss him and hold him. She wanted him kissing and sucking her naked breasts. She wanted him to make love to her, to ravish and fuck her, to thrust his hard little cock into her cunt, to find and quiet the source of the lustful thunder that was building through her loins. But it could not be. She had to stop it somehow before they went too far, but already his hands were tugging up at the hem of her skirt to massage her panty-covered buttocks under her dress, squeezing and kneading them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot.
At the same time she could feel his precious boy-cock thrusting up against the yielding flesh of her belly and pubic mound, causing her nylon-encased pussy to throb insanely in its own passionate welcome. She had to do everything she could to fight the illicit impulse to plunge her hand straight down under her clothing to rub the hotly tingling ridges of her vagina and her nipples were growing simultaneously hard, pressing impatiently against the suddenly abrasive material of her brassiere as her full curving breasts heaved and swelled with the sweet torment of her mounting excitement.
More and more the insane desire that had been building in her body was taking control of Jennifer's mind and emotions and she wriggled her torso provocatively against her young aggressor, a wild thrill coursing through her as she felt his swollen hardness jerk lewdly in his trousers. She wanted him now even more than she'd ever wanted him before during the times they'd made out together, and she knew that if they didn't have some kind of release they would both go out of their minds. But how? What?
The question was asked and it was answered in her mind with such shocking impact that her legs almost went weak beneath her. Into her mind flashed a memory of the drawing she'd briefly glimpsed a moment ago, and she knew in spite of all her rising guilt that that was the answer. That was the answer for both of them: masturbation.
It was too obscene for words, and yet in its very perversion it became now all the more irresistible. And she knew now that she had to have it. She had to be touched, down there, down between her thighs on the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She had to touch herself there, if necessary, or even better, she had to be touched by Skip.
Suddenly Jennifer wriggled free of the groping youngster and pulled back, staring narrow-eyed down at his questioning face. "Listen, Skip," she gasped. "Listen. Let's sit down on the couch for a minute and pull ourselves together and then…"
"Then what?"
"Then…" Somehow in spite of her shame she managed a smile. "Then, you'll see."
Almost deliriously Jennifer took Skip's hand and led him back to the couch. But as she turned and looked at the sofa's soft-cushioned surface, her courage almost deserted her. What was she doing to this trusting and vulnerable boy? To what perverted end would she be leading him by teaching him this obscene practice at his tender age? Even if he'd been seventeen, even sixteen, there Piglet be some way to justify that he was ready for serious sexual experimentation. But Skip was only fourteen. And as she felt his awestruck gaze drifting up and down her body from her high proud breasts to the invitingly full curves of her hips and thighs, she searched her brain for the wisdom to abandon her lewdly compelling scheme. But she knew it was too late to turn back. Once her mind had seized on the idea of satisfying her lust, she'd relinquished the hope of gaining control of her senses, and she barely even recognized as her own the husky voice she heard begin to speak.
"Come on and lie down on the couch, Skip. I am going to show you something… something more interesting that you still might do… with a girl your age."
Even in his adolescent innocence, the excited young boy recognized the suggestive tone in her words, and with a gasp of breathless delight he pulled the coffee table aside and took a seat. As she sank down onto the soft cushions beside him he fell eagerly into her waiting arms. Skip was so excited he could hardly believe what was happening to him, but he willingly kissed the older blonde, first on the lips and then on flee neck and throat with a fumbling youthful fervor that made her beautiful and voluptuous body tremble in passionate acceptance.
The teenager's virginal young cock jerked crazily against the tightness of his trousers every time the older woman wriggled against him. His whole string of experiences here in this store had been like a long crazy dream, and now it was getting even better than before. She was kissing him even more passionately than she had the times they'd done it in the last few days.
"Is it good?" the aroused woman murmured hotly into the teenager's ear. "Do you like it? Do you really like it?"
Jennifer's body was almost visibly shaking now from the force of her emotions. Erotic sensations were rippling through every nerve of her flesh and a long sigh of relief passed her lips as she saw the boy nod his wide-eyed affirmative response to her question. She felt almost drugged by the intoxicating closeness of the boy's tender young body and she knew for certain that this time she was lost. Really lost, wandering in a whirlpool of dizzying sexual energy that was beginning to pulse like a savage drumbeat through her tortured flesh.
"Do you want to learn, Skip? Do you really want to learn? Do you want to go through the whole book and discover and understand everything it has to tell?"
The excited older woman blinked. Had she said that? Had she really said that? She knew she had. She'd intended only to think it, and somehow she'd spoken aloud.
Skip stared at her with astonishment, feeling almost nauseous with the excitement churning in his stomach. For a moment he couldn't help being afraid she was only teasing him, but the way she'd kissed him just then, the way she was holding him just now, was enough at least to nurture his desperate hope.
"Would you like that, Skip darling?" Jennifer purred huskily, straining forward to plant little butterfly kisses all over his cheeks and lips and nose. "I could show you all the things you want to know about girls. Do you want me to?"
"Crap, yes!" Skip managed to croak. "Just show me what to do. I'll try anything."
The boy's stiff young cock was aching tightly under his trousers with each word she uttered and he felt almost delirious with his joyful disbelief at what was happening to him. Chills of wild desire were rushing madly up his spine as she kissed him again and he felt her darting wet tongue begin to play tauntingly over his lips, prying them apart to probe experimentally into the warm cavern of his accepting mouth.
Jennifer kissed him with a forbidden passion, her tongue working furiously against his. She knew she must be out of her mind to be making the promises she'd just made Skip, but her lecherous excitement had totally taken over her body and mind. It didn't matter in her present state, and she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. And as she recognized this truth again, her hand slipped around his waist, gliding over his belt to the hip of his trousers, caressing the firm curve of his boyish buttocks as she kissed him even more greedily. Her fingertips lingered lovingly on the juncture with his thigh as she savored the sweet torture of slowly moving her hand over his lean young body and then suddenly centering in on the source of her unnatural longing.
"Oh!" Skip gasped. "What are you doing?" The boy's eyes widened with shock as he felt her hand graze the length of his lustfully hardened cock through the material of his trousers.
Jennifer was too involved in the warmth and hunger surging through her own body to give him any answer but another long sensual kiss. Her brain was whirling in ever-widening spirals of sensual need and she stabbed her tongue between his lips again as her hand smoothed eagerly over the bulging front of his trousers. Tentatively she explored the tensely swollen outline of his penis, drawing her fingers tightly in to trace its length and breadth before beginning to fumble urgently with the zipper itself.
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.
"Yes, Skip," she nodded at last. "We're going to do it all. And if you're sure you can keep your grandmother from seeing the book, I want you to take it home with you tonight and start reading it yourself. Read chapter six, then come back tomorrow and we'll practice what you've learned."
"You mean we're really going to do it, tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.
Jennifer smiled, almost sadly. "Yes, we're really going to do it. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I have another surprise for you."