Terry had just finished showering when the doorbell rang. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the living room. "Who's there?"
"Julie."
Terry smiled and opened the door. "Hi, you just about caught me in the shower."
Julie entered the apartment. "Well, I could have scrubbed your back," she grinned, and Terry laughed. "I brought some contracts for you to sign."
"Great. Listen, sit down and I'll only be a minute. Gotta dry my hair." Terry went into the bedroom.
Julie sat down and took the papers she had brought out of her briefcase. She could hear the electric sound of the air brush drying Terry's shaggy hair. The sight of him in his nakedness had excited her. She especially liked the bulge in the towel, and hoped she had made that evident.
But she hadn't – Terry had been oblivious to her stare. But now, as he sat with his legs crossed in front of the floor-length mirror, erotic dreams began popping into his head – a beautiful woman, Julie – and he suddenly became very conscious of the fact that he was dressed only in a pair of jockey shorts, and in the next room was a fully clothed woman, one who attracted him.
Shit, man, I gotta stop thinking about sex! It was becoming an obsession even when he wasn't masturbating. Every thought somehow had sexual connotations, every action brought a desire, every feeling stimulated something deep within him, deep within that part of him that was now becoming full and erect.
"Looks like a neat dryer," Julie said, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
Terry looked up startled. "Oh, yeah. It's an air brush. Five hundred watts and it blows like crazy."
Julie smirked out of the corner of her mouth.
"Blows like crazy, uh?"
"Um, yeah!" Terry laughed, getting the double meaning, but not knowing if he was supposed to. There he sat, almost naked, with his cock half-hard and his hair dry. He was afraid to get up – she'd see his erection – so he kept blowing and combing his hair.
Julie sat on the bed. "I like your apartment. Cozy. Warm. Comfortable bed."
"Yeah." He started to shake. He had to turn off the fucking hair dryer or his he would burn up! Click. The room went silent as Terry turned around to face Julie. "Well, what is it I have to sign?"
"Picture releases, and a contract to do a commercial for a bank – pushing checking accounts for teens." Julie lifted her feet to the bed and curled them under her. Terry noticed how beautiful her legs were, how perfectly shaped.
"Great," he said, running a brush through his hair.
"You look wonderful," Julie said sensually.
"I always look good right after I dry my hair. Ten minutes later, I look like shit."
"I wonder," Julie said softly. Her tone, her whole manner, was suddenly overtly sexual. She looked like a cat, ready to pounce. The great female with her prey, the young male, excited and ready and frightened.
Terry was shaking. He had been alone with Julie before, sure he had – in conference rooms, dealing with business, even at her apartment – but never in his bedroom. No woman, no girl had ever been in his apartment. What the hell was he supposed to do?
He stood up. Fuck it, she'll just have to see my cock. He stood up and walked to the closet and grabbed his faded jeans. Just as he was about to step into them he heard Julie say, "Don't."
Terry turned, one foot in the pants, bending slightly. He stared into her eyes without asking a question, because no words were needed. Julie smiled and brushed her hand through her hair and called him to her.
"Don't be afraid, Terry baby, just come over here. Mama wants to see something…"
Terry dropped his jeans and walked slowly to the bed Julie reached up and ran her fingertips along the elastic waistband of his shorts. She tugged on each side till they fell down to expose his pubic hair. His cock was fully erect, practically ripping the white cotton material. "Julie, I don't…"
"Shit, honey, you just relax. Mama's going to show you what's nice!" She sat up on the bed and flipped her hair back over her shoulders. Terry stood in front of her, trembling with excitement and fear.
"Spread your legs a little and turn around," she said.
He obeyed. His ass faced her, and his legs were parted on the floor. He could feel her breathing against the small of his back. What was she going to do?
Julie pulled his shorts down just enough so that she could see the top of the crack of his ass. His skin was smooth and soft, young and male. She kissed him there and he sighed, half in surprise and half in pleasure. Then she bit his shorts, taking the elastic band in her teeth, and pulled them down over his buttocks. His strong-muscled ass faced her like a mirror. She looked at it and ran her hands lovingly over it, and then pushed the cheeks apart. She could see the red puckered little hole with the dark hairs surrounding it. She brought her face close – closer – and darted her tongue against the nub and quickly flicked it back.
"Oh, God!" Terry exclaimed. My asshole! How did she know! What made her go to my asshole first?
She started applying kisses to his ass cheeks, biting them, licking them, wetting them. At the same time she forced her legs together slightly and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. When he stepped out of them, she pushed his legs far apart, as far as they would reach, and ran her fingers down under his balls, tickling them, pulling the hairs, caressing them with her palm.
Terry was going crazy. He thought he'd faint, because the room was spinning and his head was a mass of conflicting emotions. He was scared, he knew what was happening was wrong, he worried about their relationship in the future, he loved what she was doing, he'd wanted something like it for as long as he could remember and he wanted it to go on for hours!
Julie buried her beautiful face between the cheeks of his ass. He bent forward slightly. Instinctively, just as he'd done when he put his fingers up his ass while standing in the shower. He remembered once toe when he had shoved a marking pen up his ass, bending over his desk. Now his agent's beautiful tongue was forcing his asshole open and she was lubricating it with her warm and loving saliva. He shivered and shook and moaned loud. He was in sheer ecstasy. He knew if anything touched his cock he'd shoot off immediately.
Julie finally pulled her face back and said, "Ummm, tastes good… bath oil?"
Terry moaned in affirmation. He was too excited to talk. He wanted more, more of the tingling wonderful sensation of another person's mouth kissing him on his sweet asshole. He bent forward, touching his toes, Julie could see the head of his cock from under his balls – much bigger than she had anticipated – and she moved closer to his spread asshole again. "You like it, baby, huh?"
"Yes, yes, Julie," Terry said.
"Want more, honey?"
"Please, yes, suck on my asshole!"
Julie planted her mouth over his steaming asshole with a hard, sucking kiss. She forced the lips guarding his anal slot open and shoved her tongue up him. She was wild with passion now – her tits were hard and her pussy was quivering and spilling out juice between her legs – and she went at his asshole with all the force she had.
"Oh, God! Julie, fuck me with your tongue! Yes, don't stop, please!" Terry's hair flipped down over his head as he looked at the floor. Then he looked up between his legs to see her breasts protruding from the top of her dress. The bed bounced as she smashed her face back and forth against his ass.
Then she pulled back, afraid he'd come like that, and he stood up, panting.
"Your asshole excites you?" she asked, knowing the answer.
Terry nodded.
"You like to get fucked?" He didn't quite know what she meant. "I… I like to put my finger up my ass when I heat off." He blushed. He'd never been so honest in his life – especially with a woman!
"Bend over, baby and let me fingerfuck you a little…"
He couldn't believe it! He turned his head and looked to see if she was kidding.
"Please, I'd like to," she said softly, purring like a cat.
"Holy Jesus," Terry mumbled in complete disbelief in the entire situation. It had to be a dream. It couldn't really be happening.
"Bend over, Terry," Julie said, and the boy obeyed. He touched the floor again and then got back up, bending only halfway this time. He reached back and held his ass cheeks apart and felt Julie licking his asshole to get it good and wet again. Then he felt her cold long finger touch him there and he held his breath. His cock stood at attention and his balls grew tight. He looked sideways in the mirror and saw Julie's hand, with one finger extended, pointing directly at his buttocks.
Then he watched the finger slowly move into him. He felt the anal orifice being forced open as Julie's finger slid up his asshole easily, slowly, beautifully. He took a deep breath and then gasped when her long finger was completely buried up his asshole.
"Julie, I can't stand it!"
"Hurt, baby?"
"NO! I love it! Fuck me, please," Terry said as he flexed the muscles in his anal canal. She started moving her finger in and out and with the other hand reached under and grabbed his balls and fondled them.
"Nice big balls, not as big as Ron's, but nice and heavy," she whispered, watching her finger slide in and out of his hot tight clasping male asshole. "Don't come, baby, I want to take it…" She kept her finger working till she knew he was going to shoot – so she stopped, leaving her finger all the way up his hole.
Terry stood up straight, locking her finger in his tight buttocks. His cock stood out in front of him and he looked down at it – the head was covered with a bubble of premature cum – and resisted grabbing it. He was on the brink of orgasm and he had to tell himself not to let go.
"Turn around, honey, lift one leg up so. I can keep my finger up your sweet ass," Julie commanded, and Terry started to twist on her finger, lifting one leg high over her head, finally facing her. Julie's hand was between his legs, her finger burled deep within him, and with the other hand she grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the big swollen tip to her lips.
"Oh, Julie," Terry moaned, seeing her beautiful face only inches from his hot dick.
"Look at that nice juice coming out, WOW!" Julie said, and then with a fast fuck of her tongue licked the head of his dick, tasting his cream in her mouth. She kept her lips about an inch from it – he wanted her to take him, to suck him, to pull it down her throat – waiting for the huge spurt that she knew was coming. His balls were tight and his cockhead looked as if it were about to burst.
"Julie, please suck my cock! I'm going to come!" Terry was desperate – he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Come, baby, come!" Julie said.
"Please take it… I'M COMING!"
"SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!" Julie screamed, looking directly at his huge cockhead.
"AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH HOLY FUCK!" Terry yelled into the air and closed his eyes, jerking his head back.
Julie saw it happen, close-up. The slit in his cock split apart and a huge wad of white fired directly at her, hitting her on the forehead. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his cock as spurt after spurt of cum shot from the tip. It covered her eyes and cheeks and finally she got it into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could as the cum continued to flow, swallowing as much of it as she could.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Terry gasped, looking down again, watching his cock embedded in her face, feeling his balls shooting his jism into her throat. Her face was covered with white liquid – her eyes were glued with it – and a dribble ran down over her cheek, down her neck and onto her dress. She was bathed in his pent-up young cum.
"Oh Julie, Julie," he whispered as she sucked on his softening cock. It was over, the best orgasm he'd ever had, and he felt as if the world had collapsed. He wanted to fall over, to faint, to roll off into the sky. It had been too amazing for words, and he still couldn't comprehend the reality of the situation. His agent, Ron's wife, a woman old enough to be his mother, had entered his bedroom and sucked him off with her finger up his ass.
And it was still there. Just as he shot, she wiggled it a little, sending electricity through his body. Now she was sliding it out slowly, carefully. He lifted one leg and the tip of her finger popped from his asshole. Then she let his cock drop from her mouth. He looked down at her. Her face was still covered with cum. She smiled.
"I'll… I'll get you a washcloth," he said, starting to turn.
"Give me your undershorts," Julie said Terry looked at her for a moment – surprised – and bent over and picked up his white shorts and handed them to her. She wiped her face clean and then pressed them to her face, to her lips, and held them there for a moment.
What do I do now? Terry stood there in bewilderment. He didn't know what the hell to say or to do. Should he put his clothes on? Did she want more? Did she want him to make love to her? He was more frightened now then he had been when drying his hair in front of the mirror.
"You have a fantastic body I never realized," Julie murmured, reaching inside her bag for a cigarette.
"I think I'll put on my jeans," Terry said, slightly embarrassed. His cock was normal size now – he worried when it wasn't hard, because it looked small, and he knew it had no relation to how big it could get, but none the less it looked small – and he wanted to cover himself.
"Wait, let me look at you for a minute," she said, lighting the cigarette. She stood up and stared at him, front and back, smiling, nodding.
"I feel awfully silly…" Terry started to say.
"Silly? Kid, I just gave you a blow job! And now you feel silly 'cause you're naked?" Julie let out a laugh and Terry relaxed a bit.
"What I'm thinking is that we should use more of your flesh…"
"But I…" Terry again was cut off.
"Wait! Okay, I don't mean a Jim Morrison number, like pulling your dick out in front of a million fans. I mean the jogger pants, show off some cock, take your shirt off, low-slung pants so some hair shows…"
"Julie, my… I mean, I don't think…" He didn't know how to put it. He wanted to tell her his cock wasn't that big, it didn't look that big in pants. A guy had once said to him. "You sure don't show a basket, but when you're hard you're incredible!" A fag had said it to him, after he had followed Terry into a public rest room. Terry had gone into a stall and started masturbating, unaware of the guy who had followed him. Just as he was ready to come, the guy jumped up on the toilet next to him and leaned over the stall and said it.
Julie looked down at Terry's cock. It was nice looking, and his balls were big, but it wasn't big. "I know what you're worried about. So you can get an erection or we'll pad your shorts!"
And with that she turned and walked out of the room. Terry shook his head and picked up his jeans and slid into them. It was all too unreal to believe.
In the living room, Julie was lying back on the couch, her skirt up on her thighs, smoking. Terry smiled and sat in the chair across from her. "Care for something to drink?" he asked.
"No, but you do," she replied.
What? He wondered what the hell she meant.
Julie hiked her skirt to expose her dark-haired, naked pussy… She wasn't wearing underpants! All that covered her cunt was her sheer pantyhose, and her cunt lips were as clear as could be.
"Eat me. Take a drink," she said, looking up at the ceiling.
Terry's cock got hard instantly. It pressed down the leg of his jeans. Eat me! Christ, he'd never been close to that – he didn't even know what to do.
"Come here, baby," she whispered, and he got on his knees and crawled over to the sofa. She put one foot up over the back and one on the floor. Her pussy was spread under the pantyhose, directly in front of him. "Go ahead, touch it, it won't bite," she said.
Terry reached up and lightly ran his hand across her vulva. She sighed and he shook – he was wildly excited again. He fingered the lips of her pussy and then rubbed it softly with his hand.
"Mama wants a nice sucking," she purred, pressing his face closer and closer to her crotch. Finally his ups met her body and he kissed her there, tasting the sweetness of the feminine fluids which saturated her pantyhose. He looked up at her.
"I want to, Julie…"
"Go ahead," she said, thrusting her hips up to him.
"But you're wearing…"
"Bite them off! Eat through them!" She commanded him – he had no choice.
Terry put his lips on her thigh and bit into her pantyhose. He pulled back, and they ripped. They ran all the way up to her crotch, and left a hole where he had bit…
"That's it, find my pussy," Julie said, pressing his face to her other thigh. He bit and pulled, bit and pulled, shredding her sheer hose all along her legs.
But there was still the seam that ran along her pussy lips – it was as if the final patch of material guarded her beautiful hot cunt – and Terry took, it in his lips and bit hard and pulled.
"Jesus!" Julie screamed as he pulled his head away with the ripping material. He had pulled out a few of her pubic hairs, but the pain only increased her excitement.
His, too. He ripped the last of the shredded nylon from her body, looked at her full, luscious cunt, and stuffed his head between her legs.
She spread farther and pushed up with her ass. She knew this was his first time, and she knew she would be a good teacher. "Do like mama says," she whispered, as he licked up and down her cunt lips, lapping like a little dog.
"Spread my pussy with your fingers," she said.
He moved his hands up and pulled her cunt open. He was fascinated – it looked just like the ones he'd seen in the books: the red, hot, wet folds, the hard little clit, the soft velvety lips and the thick hair that surrounded it.
"Now put your tongue in and give my clitoris a good working, lightly," she ordered.
He moved to her cunt lips, fitting his mouth there, and let his tongue slide up the warm passage. Her pussy hugged him lovingly as he searched for the hardness of her womanly clit. At that moment, as he started toying with it with his tongue, as she moaned and sighed in pleasure, he thought about Ron – did Ron do tins to her? He wondered what it was like to see Ron and Julie making love. He wondered how big Ron's cock was compared with his. He wondered if Ron liked having Julie fingerfuck his ass, like she had done to him. He wondered if Julie liked to get fucked in the ass. He'd seen many pictures of guys with their cocks up girls' assholes – he wondered what it would be like to put his cock up Julie's asshole.
"That's it honey, oh, that's it…" She clawed his shoulders and pulled his hair. He was moving like an expert now – sliding his full tongue in and out of her cunt, sucking at the same time, fucking her with his mouth. He didn't need any further instruction, only a little imagination and a little instinct. Man and women were born to fuck and suck. He really understood that now.
"Harder, Terry, harder," she moaned, pumping her hips in the air, forcing his face even farther between her legs. Terry fucked her with his tongue as he rubbed his hard cock against the bottom of the sofa. "I'm gonna come, you little doll! Jesus, Terry, I'm gonna come!"
And then Terry felt the woman's orgasm – which surprised him. She shook violently, as violently as he ever had, and kicked her feet into the air with a scream of delight. Her cunt seemed to contract and open up, again and again. He felt more liquid in his mouth, and he tasted more of the sweet fluid that ran from deep within her. She pulled his shaggy hair almost out of his head, and then suddenly let go as it was over.
Terry lifted his face. He was as wet as she had been, but he didn't care. She sat up and pulled his face to hers, and they kissed – a long, passionate, tongue-fucking kiss – and rubbed their faces together in the wetness of her orgasm. Then Terry fell back on the floor, panting. "Oh God, what an afternoon!"
"I'm gonna suck you off again," she said, and jumped down to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Julie, you don't have to do that," Terry said, but she already was opening his pants.
"Give me that big cock of yours and I'll have it drained in thirty seconds." She pulled his dick out and went down on it in one fast move. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and her hand pulling his big balls up out of his fly.
He pumped his hips. She stroked his dick with her lips, pulling, twisting her tongue over the head with each stroke, while her hand pumped the shaft of his long organ.
"Oh Jesus, I'm going to come…" Terry shut his eyes and held his breath. It happened easily, softly. His cock flooded her mouth with jism and she took it all, draining him just as she had said she would, but faster than she could have expected.
He lay, there panting as she stood up and straightened her dress. "Best-tasting cum I've ever had," she said as she combed her long hair.
Terry got up and pushed his cock back in his pants. As he zipped up the fly, Julie grabbed a pen and made X's where he was to sign the documents. "Your name, please," she said with a grin.
Be signed them and she slid them into her briefcase. "I have to run, late already," she said, grabbing her purse. She didn't give Terry time to ask, anything or even say anything. He wanted to talk about what had happened, what would happen in the future, but she was already leaving…
"I'll give you a call," she said, and then kissed him lightly on his cheek.
Terry nodded and opened the door.
"Oh," Julie said as she was walking out, "was I a better blow than the hair dryer?"
Terry couldn't answer. He stood there laughing as Julie walked down the hall.
He closed the door and looked down to his jeans. There was a big wet spot on his crotch. Then he sat on the sofa and picked up one of the pieces of Julie's pantyhose which were lying around all over the place and said, "I don't fucking believe it."