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.
"Oh my darling Skip… my sweet baby," she gasped breathlessly as her hungry pelvis began to swivel against him in a prematurely abandoned fucking motion. She wriggled up on the bed until his lust-bloated cock lurched uncontrollably into even greater pressure with the flushed entrance of her vagina. "I'm going to make you so happy, Skip. This one last night we'll have together I'm going to make everything we've been through well worth your while."
Skip blinked, too aroused to comprehend what she was saying. "Oh yessss, please," he pleaded, barely able to even speak in the rising torment of his almost unquenchable need.
His twitching penis felt as though it were a stick of dynamite about to explode against the hair-fringed softness of her cunt-lips, and her obscene writhing motions only made it throb and ache all the more. It was jammed hard against the furry warmth of her vaginal furrow while her fingers were beginning to play down into the crack of his buttocks, over the sensitivity of his defenseless little anus, until he could hardly stand it.
"Do it to me," he groaned in submission. "Do it to me now."
"Yes, lover, very soon," Jennifer purred. "But you have to get me ready." Refusing to think of the moral considerations of the act she was about to commit, the naked blonde slid higher up on the bed until her swollen, tight-rippled breasts were even with his face. She cupped his chin in her hand to draw his mouth closer to one distended rosy tip and pressed the full cream-white mound in toward him with her other hand. "Suck it, darling, suck it," she groaned. "I just love it when you take my breasts in your mouth and suck."
Maddening sensations raced through her belly as she watched Skip's lips part from the contact of the bud-like nipple points brushing lewdly against them. Then, with licentious delight, she pressed it forward into his mouth.
"Ooooooooh yes, that's beautiful my darling," she gasped as the boy's lips closed over the tingling pink nipple. She whimpered and moaned in unrestrained passion as his tongue swiped eagerly around it, as unintelligible whimpers of encouragement issued from her sultry lips she inched her own soft palm down his chest and flat belly to fondle his thrusting cock and squeeze his tight young balls.
Skip was so excited he could have screamed. Her hard rubbery nipples were jabbing into his mouth as he sucked at first one and then the other, his skill growing with practice as he clenched his fingers around the resiliently yielding softness of the rounded mound it peaked. Her hand had started pumping up and down on his cock, and it felt so good he thought he was going to cum before he could even get it in her if she kept it up much longer.
Jennifer basked for another few moments in the joy of the boy's hungry sucking and licking of her breasts. And then, when she thought she could no longer bear the exquisite teasing sensation, she tore her breast out of his mouth and wriggled back down beside him on the bed again. Her hand stroked forcibly up and down the smooth taut flesh of his penis for a last instant, feeling its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm sticky fluids oozing from the lust-engorged tip. Then, with a deep moan, she reached out with her arms to entwine them around his back, pulling him over on top of her until his smooth chest flattened down heavily against the fullness of her breasts.
Jennifer waited breathlessly, feeling the awkward youngster uncertainly trying to pry her thighs apart. She yielded eagerly, then lifted her pelvis joyfully to meet the welcome weight of his hips as he slipped down between her legs and situated himself in a trembling push-up stance over her now spread-eagled form.
"Yes. Now we're going to do it," she groaned. "Now we're going to fuck!"
In his whole short lifetime, Skip had never heard an adult woman talk as dirty as Jennifer Watson did. And yet there was something about the sugary sound of her voice that made the four-letter words sound like poetry recited to soft music, and they sent further crazy jolts of outrageous stimulation raging through his groin. Voiceless, he held himself poised above her, his eyes taking in hungrily the titillating spectacle of her spread out in surrender beneath him with her thighs splayed wide apart to completely expose the moistly glistening little slit waiting there just before the tip of his eagerly surging cock.
As if in a dream, Skip's boyish face swam before Jennifer's lust-glazed eyes and she felt the virile hardness of his quivering young penis slipping down the full length of her excitedly dampened vaginal crevice. The lurching head of his rampant hardness rested almost straight up between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself slowly and teasingly up and down the desire-moistened slit between her legs as the boy's hips began to move forward between her thighs in a desperate effort to jam it inside her.
"Oh baby, here… let me help you," she gasped finally in her own desperation. Reaching down between their lewdly poised bodies, Jennifer grasped the full length of his slender rock-hard penis and with a choking moan she guided the arrow-shaped head into the cleft of her loins, carefully positioning it between the hair-framed lips of her inflamed vagina. She secured it there with one hand and placed the other eagerly on the boy's excitedly clenching buttocks, drawing down with all her strength in an effort to pull him into her, to let his young penis fill her and quench once and for all the gnawing heat that burned out of control in her belly.
The spread-eagled blonde's whole slavishly surrendered body twitched and trembled from the sudden increase of pressure against her tender pussy orifice. Then her glittering eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt just the hard round head pop up between the sensitive ragged lips. She held her breath, lying for what seemed an eternity in utter wantonness beneath the teenage boy waiting for him to complete the torrid impalement of her wetly lubricated pussy.
"Oh Skip, do it now!" she pleaded. "Thrust into me as hard as you can."
That was enough to evaporate the youngster's inhibitors and he was overcome in a hot wave of sheer masculine lust as he heard the gorgeous older woman's urgent plea. He could never have dreamed an adult woman would be talking to him like that while he was still just a stupid kid, and the idea of her actually begging him to put his penis inside her gave him a feeling of power and strength the likes of which he'd never known. With a wild thrill of conquest, he drove his narrow hips down against her frantically squirming loins, hearing her gasp as his tingling cock-head wedged deeper up into the tightly resisting mouth of her open-splayed pussy.
Slowly the boy's straining cock-shaft wormed its was up into Jennifer's tightly clasping vaginal sheath, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her cunt so that she winced at the sharp sensation of mingled pain and pleasure as he surged up into her desire-inflamed loins. He seemed to burrow into her forever, filling her to the hilt as she lay helplessly quivering in the raw and tantalizing promise of incipient ecstasy. She groaned hoarsely as at last she felt the hard rubbery head lodge tightly against her cervix and Skip's swollen balls gave a light bounce into the cheeks of her quivering buttocks.
"That's right, darling," she purred huskily. "Oh yessss… just like that. Now, give it to me, darling. Screw me until I'm screaming for it."
To Skip, Jennifer seemed to have gone out of her mind. Her beautiful mouth was loose and panting and she was wide-eyed and wild as a lust-crazed animal, her thighs scissoring open and closed on his flanks, her head flailing gently from side to side on the pillow, her hands kneading and clawing his naked buttocks.
"Do you want to fuck me, Skip?" she hissed through clenched teeth, revealing even further the depravity that gripped her. She was lost now in the deluge of her unspent passion and she tightened her secret inner muscles warmly around his buried cock as she continued in a voice that sounded completely delirious: "Look down between us, darling. Look down and tell me if you are excited by what you see."
"W-what?" the lust-dazed youngster mumbled, more concerned at the moment with the new sensations of the caress of her cock-hungry pussy on the shaft of his flexing penis.
"Look at your cock, darling," she urged him silkily. "Look at it sticking in my pussy."
Levering himself up on his elbows, the bewildered teenager gazed down between their naked bodies and gasped at the unbelievable spectacle of the beautiful older woman lying flat out beneath his body, his adolescent cock immersed all the way to the base in the hair-framed slit of her pussy. Right below his face he could see her swollen milk-white breasts heaving with each breath she took, and suddenly he knew he could remain still no longer. Something about the way her cunt was clinging and working around the deeply buried shaft of his cock called for movement, for friction, for fucking the way he'd seen dogs doing back home in New Mexico.
"Wow!" he gasped. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fuck you like all hell!" he gasped down into her face, the lewd words making him shiver with lust.
"Oh yesss darling," she breathed ecstatically, her eyes glowing with her building desire. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."
Enough of this talk, Skip thought as he felt Jennifer's squirming breasts pressing up against his hairless chest. Her lips found his mouth to kiss him as he began to flick his slender hips back and forth, thrusting with every stroke deeper and deeper into her moist inner tightness. He couldn't restrain the little whines of excitement that squeaked out of him and his hips bucked madly up and down. He was panting heavily, and perspiring with excitement, his whole young body trembling as he watched his desire-lengthened cock-shaft pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her hair-fringed cuntal orifice. The sight of her full white breasts joggling beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips sticking up in mouth-watering tightness, was almost more than he could stand. Because it was all his. He possessed this gorgeous blonde's body and his eyes bulged wide as he gaped down at the wet pink flanges of her pussy, the soft fleshy folds drawing back with each slow out-stroke, than swallowing in again as he thrust up into her with the smooth rhythm he'd instinctively begun.
Below him, Jennifer's blue eyes opened and closed in dazed passion and the young boy dimly wondered if he were hurting her by screwing so hard into the hot little hole of her cunt. The sounds she made sounded almost like cries of pain, but they were not that much different from the sounds she made yesterday when he was finger-fucking her while she jacked him off. Not yesterday, he reminded himself with a surge of inner pride. Yesterday she'd sucked him off and let him cum in his mouth. It was the day before yesterday when he finger-fucked her. But if he was hurting her she sure hadn't said anything to that effect, and he wasn't going to stop unless she forced him to.
"Oh lover, yes! Fuck me like that! Fuck me like that!" Jennifer spewed as if to free him of his concern. Then she groaned lecherously and thrust her pelvis up in a squirming motion to meet his driving strokes. Her loins and belly were a boiling inferno of erotic sensation and she felt as though she were sinking forever into a nether world of perverted pleasure. The deliciously frenzied movements of Skip's innocent cock were pushing her every instant closer to an orgasm she felt sure would tear her apart. God, he was so charmingly gentle and light on her body, so angelically beautiful and so helplessly entranced by her, and her eyelids fluttered with happiness as she twisted beneath him, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement as she held his cock tightly clenched in the most sensitive recesses of her swollen vaginal tightness.
Skip could think of nothing but what the naked older woman was doing to him, and he knew that any moment now he was going to have to shoot his cum into her or his balls would blow apart. He tensed his muscles and moved suddenly into a series of longer and more swiftly plunging strokes that brought his pulsing rod of flesh almost all the way out of her vagina on the back-stroke and then sent it slipping in her again to the hilt. He could feel his sperm-bloated balls slapping against her puckered little anus and with his every lunge she thrashed even more rampantly beneath him. Her voluptuous writhings obsessed him, blotting all else from his mind but the whirlwind of animal lust that consumed him. The wet flat smack of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded through the room, and he dazedly dropped his head to take one of her taut-pulsing nipples into his mouth to suck on it urgently and prompt even further moans of servile longing and submission to rise to her lips.
Then suddenly, Jennifer gasped with alarm as she felt the boyish cock begin to flex and pulse deep up inside her cunt. The hard rubbery head seemed to flare out until she feared it would tear straight up into her belly. For a moment she didn't even know what was happening, then it dawned on her that the youngster was about to cum. He was about to shoot his warm cream-like young semen into her voraciously accepting cunt, and just the thought of it made her shiver with lewd delight. Her hands darted down to grasp his driving buttocks and pull him forward as she thrust her open loins up higher onto his expanding cock, urging him on, ready to take everything he had.
She was going to cum soon too and at almost the same moment the blonde store owner felt her own long-awaited climax begin to surge through her body with the force of an earthquake. Wrapping her arms and legs hotly around his pumping body, she waved her buttocks from side to side on the couch, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his burrowing young penis. The straining bed springs squeaked loudly in time to the two bodies' rocking movements, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts and groans filled the little room, mingling with the moist noises of the beautiful woman's wetly sucking cunt.
Suddenly Jennifer's whole body began to quiver out of control and the rosy hue of her face brightened and deepened, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "Oh my God, my baby! I… I'm cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggggg!"
Her sobbing moan rose to a breathless sigh of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began vibrating, her female secretions oozing wildly from her rippling vagina, drowning the boy's impaling member in its sweet sticky warmth.
Startled by the older woman's sudden convulsive rapture, Skip paused a moment, losing his rhythm as she gasped out the last of her orgasm. Then suddenly he felt his own climax begin to boil up from the depths of his bloated testicles and he lost all control of his thundering passion. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way to the hilt into the hotly contracting depths of Jennifer's pussy, feeling his sperm erupt deep up into her widely stretched vagina to mix deliciously with the juices of her equally shattering release.
Jennifer rolled over and opened her eyes, looking tenderly at the cute young boy nestled beside her and breathing the rhythmic breath of sleep. She'd slept also, she realized. She'd even dreamed, though she couldn't remember what about. For an exquisite and ecstatic moment she let herself bask in the recollection of the wonderful thing they had just shared together. Then a lump came into her throat as she remembered her vow. Now, she thought, filling suddenly with despair, it was all over. The little interlude was finished and the mere idea of that made her feel empty, as if she had nothing left to live for. But she knew it had to be. She couldn't continue with Skip. She'd already corrupted him, but she knew that, as much as she would have liked to, this couldn't go on between them.
"Skip," she said softly, trying to control the quivering in her voice. "Skip, honey, wake up and get dressed."
"Huh?" The teenager opened his eyes and looked at her as if he didn't remember who she was or where they were. Then he smiled. "Did I do all right, for my first time?"
"Yes, Skip." She hugged him quickly, then slid from the bed and went to the closet and pulled a bathrobe over the soft curves of her body. "Now, you better be getting home."
"Yeah. I guess it's night," he remarked, sitting up and stooping to retrieve his trousers. "But I'll be back the same time tomorrow and we can do it again, huh?"
Jennifer bit her lips and shook her head. "No, Skip. That was the last time. If you want to do it again you'll have to find a girl your own age."
"But I thought you liked it?" he gasped, the hurt mirrored in his face.
"I did, Skip. Maybe I liked it too much. But this has to stop between us. It would never work and sooner or later we'll just get into trouble. You… you can keep the book as… as a present from me. Now, good-bye," she blurted suddenly. Then she got up and went into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.
Jennifer stood looking at herself in the mirror, hearing Skip's footsteps as he scurried to the door, flinching each time he knocked with his fist. "Miss Watson? Open up," he called. "What's wrong? Open up."
"No, Skip," the broken-hearted woman said, tears filling her eyes.
He knocked some more, and called her name half a dozen times. Then at last she heard him leave, softly closing the door to the street behind him. Her eyes still filled with tears, Jennifer emerged at last and went out to lock it. Still clad only in the loosely clinging robe, the incriminating fold-out bed unchanged from before, she stopped in her tracks as the door opened and Lou Kelly appeared.
"Hello, baby," he said, leering as his gaze roved over her barely concealed curves.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped, her eyes wide with horror.
"Sort of get the feeling I've been standing in line," he said, still grinning lecherously.
"I… I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm talking about that kid," he said, now looking suddenly dead serious.
"Oh my God! Skip, you mean. He… he helps clean up around the shop."
Lou shifted his position slightly to better observe the fold out bed. "Place doesn't look very clean to me," he remarked dryly. Then he smiled again. "Look, baby. Don't play any games. I know what you were doing. I know it as well as those two street punks who were listening with their ears pressed to the glass. We all heard it. You want to hear it again?"
Oh my God, thought Jennifer. What on earth was he talking about? Who heard what, and who were the street-punks and just what had they all heard? Then she almost fainted as Kelly called out in a loud falsetto that was an obscene and exaggerated mimic of a cry she herself had made but a few moments ago: "I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
Jennifer was spellbound and speechless for a long moment. She felt as if she were drifting out of her body, lost in purgatory. And then she came back to herself, drawn back by a sudden wrath that made her forget her own now terrible problem and be aware of nothing but her own deep hatred for this man who had caught her.
"You bastard!" she hissed. "You bastard, get out of here and don't ever come back!"
"Aw baby, I just want a little of that good pussy before I go."
"Get out of here!" Hardly even thinking of what she was doing, Jennifer seized a heavy, hard-bound book off the nearest shelf and hurled it with all her might straight at Lou Kelly's face. It struck him directly on the nose and fell to the floor at his feet, and from his nose the blood gushed forth brilliant red.
As Jennifer glared unrepentantly, the half-drunk man stared dazedly back at her. He reached up and touched his nose, his face flushing red with anger as he took his hand away and saw the blood. Then he lifted his eyes slowly back to Jennifer. "You bitch," he said in a voice that was almost calm. "You're going to pay for that."
Without another word he turned and left.