Jennifer looked up breathlessly as Skip's face appeared at the bookstore's glass front door against the background of the falling twilight outside. All day long she'd been waging an inner struggle with herself, considering and rejecting and considering again the possibility that when he arrived she should just send him away in the hope of salvaging what remnants remained of her own self-respect. But she'd known deep down inside that it was a losing battle from the beginning. The die had been cast in yesterday's lewd but titillating episode. She was like a gambler. She was hooked, even if it meant her doom.
"Hello, Skip," she said as the young boy opened the door and came inside, the book that had been the catalyst to this whole bizarre experience fucked under his arm as an unnecessary reminder of why he was here.
"Hi, Miss Watson," the boy answered excitedly, his eyes falling to her slender shapely thighs revealed by the short miniskirt she'd chosen especially for him.
Jennifer pulled the blinds over the window and locked the door, then led her young friend behind the counter and through to the cozy little room in back. She turned and smiled down at him tenderly, her eyes hungrily taking in his cute small figure as she mused over what he must be thinking now, regarding that chapter she'd told him to read from the book that was serving as the text to her decline and fall.
"Did you read the chapter I told you to in the book?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Well… uh… I think I must have. I forgot which chapter you said but I read the whole first half of the book. And boy, some of that stuff really sounds like fun. Are we gonna do all that? Which chapter did you say for me to read?"
The questions were coming rapid-fire from the eager teenager's lips, furthering evidence of his genuine excitement. Jennifer moistened her lips in building anticipation. "It was chapter six."
"Chapter six," Skip mumbled, opening the book and starting to thumb hurriedly through it. Then as he found the sketch of the naked man and woman lying in reverse embrace, each partner's head nestled obscenely in the other's loins, and read the chapter heading Oral Stimulation as a Means or an End, his mouth dropped open wide. He stared at the page in shock for a moment, then lifted his eyes slowly to Jennifer. "Wow! Are we going to do that? I've heard some of the other guys talking about it. They call it sixty-nine. Are we going to do that?"
Jennifer smiled. "I don't know, Skip. I don't want to force you into anything. Do you think you would like to do it?"
Skip's face paled momentarily. "Golly! You really mean it? Eating each other?"
Jennifer almost squealed with joy at the boy's slight display of apprehension. It was the clearest signal he could have given her of her innocence, and it only increased her own perverse anticipation.
"We'll see," she said after a moment. "We'll see how you feel about it, because I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do." She paused, taking a deep breath, wanting to see the look on the boy's face at her next statement. "But I am going to suck your cock, the way it's described there in the book."
"Jesus," Skip whispered under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the smiling woman. Just the thought of her taking his cock in her mouth almost drove him out of his mind and even now he could feel his penis beginning to twitch hurriedly to a full tingling erection inside his trousers. He'd read chapter six and he'd found it one of the most exciting chapters in the whole first half of the book. But even as he was reading it he'd hardly been able to bring himself to believe that people really did the things that were described in it. He certainly hadn't imagined the sexy blonde owner of the bookstore would ever do anything like that to him. And now she was proposing that very thing. She was going to suck him whether he was willing to do the same thing for her or not. And though he wasn't sure about the latter, he sure didn't have any objections to letting her do the former.
"That doesn't make you nervous, does it?" Jennifer asked lustily, as if she'd read the boy's thoughts.
"Gosh no!" said Skip almost too eagerly. "Heck, I'd really like that!"
"Then help me get undressed," she told him, again relishing the response on his face.
"You mean naked?"
"I mean naked," said Jennifer. "Have you ever seen a naked woman?"
Skip swallowed with momentary embarrassment and shook his head. "But I really would like to."
"Then unzip me," the blonde divorcee said, turning her back to the eager teenager.
Skip's hands shook as he reached toward the older woman to undo the zipper down the back of her dress, the excitement surging through his body making him awkward as he tugged at the tiny tab so Jennifer finally reached back with one hand to open the garment before he ripped it forcibly from her body.
Without a moment's hesitation, the teenager's fingers dug deep into her skin as he got a hold on the clasp of her brassiere, his breath rasping excitedly past her ear as he struggled with the stubborn hook. Again it was Jennifer who finally undid that, then abandoned her body to his eager fingers as they tore the garments down over her cream-white shoulders. His hands still shaking with his urgency, Skip grasped her shoulder, turning her until she stood facing him, with her firmly quivering nipple-peaked breasts completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
The young divorcee's face radiated an almost fierce pride as she smoothed her hands up over her softly contoured rib cage to cup the full rounded melon-like mounds of her gleaming breasts. She leaned tantalizingly toward him until she held her nipples right before his incredulous face and squeezed them toward his eyes.
"Do you like them, darling?" she asked softly. "Would you like to kiss them?"
A sigh of childish delight whistled from his parted lips and then suddenly the youngster's head bobbed forward, his mouth fastening greedily over the rigid pink tip of her thrusting left breast. Jennifer moaned and swayed as she felt his boyish lips begin to suck and nibble at the wildly sensitive mounds of flesh. His hands trailed over her body, excitedly discovering her soft curved buttocks and thighs, and at the same time his lips danced lightly over her breasts, licking and kissing the silken white flesh pressed smotheringly over his face. She basked in the ecstasy of the teasing contact for a moment, then reluctantly pulled back to disengage herself.
"Wait, darling, wait," she laughed softly down at him. "Don't you want to see the rest of me? Now I'm going to take everything off."
Skip could only nod his assent, his eyes fixing hungrily on her beautiful, half-stripped body, consuming the lushly inviting contours she was about to reveal completely to his curious gaze. He still didn't dare believe it was really about to happen. The salacious smile that curved her lips as she bent over and her pink-tipped breasts swayed provocatively downward taunted him, and he watched her push her dress off her wide-flared pelvis and down off her thighs. Then she pressed her thin blue panties down over her rounded hips, exposing her tiny indented navel, the small bowl of her belly, and then finally the naked blonde triangle of her pussy hair. And seeing it now was still every bit as good as seeing it last night for the first time had been.
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.
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."