After James went upstairs, Belinda had slipped her hand down inside her tight shorts and began to rub her pussy, not trying to bring herself off, but simply enjoying the pleasure of the contact. After she was alone in the house she would be able to take her shorts off and jerk off in comfort. She was terribly hot. She knew that handsome, big-pricked James had gone upstairs to put that beautiful big cock into his sexy wife and the knowledge that they were fucking right over her head was driving the naughty nymphette wild. She cocked her head, listening, hoping to hear the sounds they were making – the squeak of the bed, the moans of passion, the sighs of satisfaction at the conclusion.
But she could hear nothing.
She was disappointed.
She got up, her hand still stuffed down her shorts, and moved to the foot of the stairs.
She still heard nothing.
Damn! she thought. I would have thought a woman like Mrs. Jenkins would be a real loud fuck.
She wondered if she dared to go up the stairs.
The idea appealed to her. It would be safe enough, she figured. If they saw her she could say she was looking for the bathroom – but it was not likely that they would see her, anyway, since they would be busily screwing away.
Belinda smiled impishly and went up the stairs.
She paused at the top, looking furtively down the hallway. She saw that the bedroom door was ajar. She tiptoed down the corridor, holding her breath and holding her cunt. As she drew near the door, she began to hear sounds – but not quite the sounds she had expected. She heard moist, fluid slurping and low, heavy panting.
And then she heard: "Suck!"
Belinda stopped dead.
My God! She's blowing him! she thought.
The idea fascinated the naughty girl. She moved closer, trembling, her cunt starting to sizzle. Very cautiously, she pushed one eye past the edge of the doorjamb.
She saw James standing before his wife – and she saw his big cock pushing into her mouth.
Thrilled to the core, she sank to her knees, watching and listening, intrigued and fascinated – and envious.
She didn't think they, would notice her, for they were both obviously preoccupied and were intent on watching their own reflections in the mirror. She saw the way that Amanda's sensual lips were working on his prick and it was evident that the woman was dearly enjoying that mouthful of savory cock. Belinda couldn't blame her for that. Belinda was keen to try some cocksucking, herself, and seeing the act in progress reaffirmed her conviction that it would be a joy.
Belinda had to come.
She slowly unzipped her jeans, careful not to let the zipper make any sounds. She slipped her hand inside her panties. Her clit was throbbing and her slot was sodden with cunt juice. She began to run her fingers up that slippery gash and thumb her clit.
James said, "Cocksucker!"
He said, "Cum-drinker!"
They were not insults. They were definitions.
Definitions that, very soon, could be applied to Belinda, as well – she was certain about that. Cocksucking looked so wonderful that she had every intention of sucking Tommy's cock until he creamed.
But all she had at the moment was her hand and she massaged her juicy cunt lovingly. She bunched the four fingers of her other hand together, making a phallic shape, and pushed them into her mouth, pretending they were a prick and sucking on them. They were too dry. She switched hands, pushing her cunt-juice smeared digits into her mouth. That was better – but not at all like the real thing, of course. Then James shot his wad.
Belinda watched Amanda suck it out and gulp it down and her pussy creamed in her hand, the heavy flood soaking her crotch and running down her thighs. She slumped against the wall. She watched Amanda use her tongue to gather up a few stray drops of spunk and saw her let them slip around on her tongue as she looked in the mirror.
Belinda got up, her legs shaky.
She fastened her shorts and slipped back downstairs.
Coming in her hand had only served to make her hornier than she had been.
Amanda and James came down a few minutes later.
Belinda could not help but stare at the woman's mouth, which she had so recently seen while it was stuffed, full of huge prick and hot jism.
And Amanda, in turn, stared at Belinda, amazed at how nubile the girl was.
"The baby is asleep," she said. "I don't expect you'll have any trouble." She scribbled on a note pad. "I'll give you the number of the place we'll be, just in case."
It gave James a great idea.
But he had to get them out of the room.
He said, "You'd better introduce her to Brutus, honey."
"Oh, yes," Amanda said. "We didn't know if you were afraid of dogs, so we shut him in the back porch. But he's friendly, if you want to let him in."
She took the girl to the back of the house.
The moment they were out of the room, James reached down and tore the telephone wire from the wall. He left it lying there. He grinned fiendishly. Later, he would suggest that Amanda call home to make sure all was well. When there was no reply, he would suggest that he could run over to check and that Amanda needn't bother to come. Alone with the girl – well, he would just have to see how it turned out. And later he could explain to Amanda that someone must have tripped over the telephone cord and accidentally pulled it loose.
He felt Machiavellian.
On the enclosed back porch, Belinda patted the dog. Brutus was a large mongrel, friendly and energetic. He lapped at her hand affectionately.
Belinda was not afraid of dogs. Nor was she, at the moment. But events were moving in a fashion that were going to cause the girl to think creatively very soon, for she needed some prick in the worst way.
As they left, James gave the girl a long look, behind Amanda's back. Belinda smiled at him.
As soon as their car drew away, she went to the telephone to call Tommy.
But the phone, of course, was dead…
Tommy sat beside the telephone, looking glum and feeling morose, his prick as hard as a nail.
Why hadn't she phoned?
Maybe the bitch was a cockteaser, after all!
Well, no – she wasn't a cockteaser, he knew. She had given him a nice handjob.
He guessed that the family she was baby-sitting for wouldn't allow her to have visitors. That had to be it. But it didn't make him feel any better. He supposed that he would be able to see her again in the near future – like the next day, he hoped – and that his quest for a fuck had received only a temporary setback but, in his frenzied need, it seemed about a year until the next day.
He knew where the Jenkins lived.
He debated going over there anyway. If he had, he would have been more than welcome and he would have gotten a blow job and a fuck without the slightest problem. But Tommy did not know that and he did not want to do anything that might make Belinda angry with him – like showing up uninvited – and endanger his future chances at her pussy.
Presently, unable to wait any longer, Tommy sighed and went up to his bedroom.
He got a copy of Playboy magazine from his dresser and opened it to the centerfold. He placed it on his bed, opened out. Then he knelt on the bed, on top of the picture, which was of a dynamite redhead with a juicy snatch. Tommy opened his jeans and pulled his prick out. It throbbed and twitched. He wrapped his hand around the root and aimed the bulging head at the paper pussy.
He began to push-pull on his prick.
His cockhead bounced on the picture and he whacked away with expertise and, within a very short time, his balls blew and he hosed the picture down with a great wad of spunk that slipped around on the glossy page like mercury.
He kept pulling and his prick kept coming and he filled the page with hot jism.
Then he sighed.
It had taken the pressure off and he felt a little bit better, but it sure wasn't like the real thing was going to be.
He got a tissue and carefully mopped up the picture, which was his favorite, so that it would be virginal – sort of – when he had to fuck it again.
It took a lot of mopping, for he had come with abundance, and, it saddened the lad to think of all that jism that had gone to waste – jism that could so easily have been put to good use in Belinda's cunt or mouth.
But one man's loss is often another's gain.