His name was Charlie, and he was nearly as young as he looked. Almost twenty, he said, settling nervously into the passenger's seat of Melinda's car, but he could have passed for an innocent girl.
Medium-size, with light brown hair and a dimple in his chin just like Cary Grant's. But he didn't come across as the dynamically seductive type. Despite the hard cock Melinda had felt and sucked in the movie house, despite the lust with which she'd given herself to him there, he was stilt very shy, more than half afraid of the woman who had come on so boldly. She suspected that he was very inexperienced. Could he even be a virgin?
"Where shall we go?" she asked, pulling out from the curb. He didn't answer, so she put her hand on his thigh. "A motel, perhaps? Or do you have a place of your own?"
"Uh… yeah… I… uh… I stay with these two other guys… we all go to college…"
"Then a motel might be better?" Her hand inched up his thigh, getting perilously close to the area where his pecker lurked. It had softened after the mighty flood of cum he'd poured into her mouth, but he was young and, if she knew anything about young men, he could get up big and hard, very soon.
"Uh, well, my roommates went to a party," he stammered, moving nervously when her hand clutched him. "They probably won't be back tonight. It's that kind of party," he added.
"Mmm-mmmmmm," Melinda cooed. "And poor Charlie didn't get invited? And had to go to a dirty movie? Is that something you do very often, darling? I mean, going to an X-rated theater and…" Delicately, she left the sentence unfinished.
She could almost feel the heat of his blush. "Sometimes," he confessed. "I… I don't go out very much. You might not have noticed, but I'm… kinda… shy around girls. But oh, Jesus, this is embarrassing!"
"Not at all," Melinda argued. "Turn hire? People have sexual needs, Charlie darling I used to be like you. I had to take care of my own. But I've seen the light, and, oh, I want so much to share it with everyone. And that, dear, includes you." As she spoke the last word, her hand closed upon the crotch of his pants. Charlie yelped softly, but his cock had a different, much more satisfying method of response. Melinda had to stretch her fingers as the lump became a bulge.
"Here it is," he said, and she pulled in. "We live up there."
"Up there" apparently meant three darkened windows on the second story of a building whose round floor showed the Yen Sin Restaurant, Open 24 Hours, Cry Out Service.
"Are you hungry?" Charlie wondered, getting out of the car. "The Moo Goo Gai Pan here is out of this world."
"Fuck the Moo Goo Gai Pan," Melinda husked, wrapping her legs around him on the sidewalk. "Better still, carry me upstairs and fuck me. Now, Charlie, darling! Now!"
It was a small apartment – kitchenette, bath, small living room, and two bedrooms. One of them was miniscule but private, the other contained two medium-sized beds in a rather larger space. "Uh, I sleep in here," Charlie said, pointing to one of the beds. "Unless Frank scorn, and comes home with a girl. Then I sleep on the couch in the living room."
"Tsk-tsk," Melinda said, rubbing herself against him. God, he was still blushing, after all she'd done to him! So young, so shy, so sweet. She wanted to fuck him silly. It would round out her day nicely. Dave Hammett, sophisticated and straight-on; Ron, older, somewhat dull in comparison. And now Charlie. Young inexperienced. Just like a guided tour through the ages and varieties of man.
"Would you like a beer?" he asked. "I think there's some in the fridge."
"I'd love a beer," Melinda agreed. "Why don't you go out and get a couple from the fridge? Mmmm? A glass for mine, if you don't mind."
As soon as he left the room she began to strip. The blouse, the miniskirt, the bra. Melinda left her panties on, but arranged them slyly so that a tuft of silky dark pussyhair protruded through the tear her fingers had made. She'd just stepped out of her shoes when the bedroom door opened and Charlie came in carrying two large mugs of beer.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said, eyes big as saucers, and he dropped the mugs. They crashed on the floor, shattering, and beer ran everywhere. Charlie didn't notice. He had eyes only for Melinda's almost completely naked body, far the hands she extended in his direction. Late, too late, he looked down at the beer running across the floor. His brow wrinkled, as if he were unsure what to do – get a mop and clean it up or go to the woman who beckoned.
"Charlie," she purred, and he looked up. The wrinkles vanished from his forehead and he bounded across the floor.
His hands clamped onto her full, bare tits as he pushed her down upon the bed, and it seemed he couldn't get enough of them. He squeezed and kneaded the responsive warm flesh, till her hot nipples erected between his fingers and husky breaths emanated from Melinda's red lips. His groin lay against her body, and she could feel his cock grown rigid inside his pants. She reached down to finger the rampant dong and then, very gently, she unzipped him and slipped her hand inside.
"I… I oughta tell you," he gasped between kisses. "I've never done it before. Not with a girl, I mean."
"Oh? Are you a homosexual, then? Mmm, you don't taste like a homosexual."
Charlie shook his head quickly. "Not, I'm no fag! What I mean is, oh, beat myself off. Like, I've seen the movies. I know what you do. But…"
"You're a virgin, then!" He blushed, as if virginity we cause for shame. Melinda smiled and kissed his nose. "Everyone starts out as a virgin," she assured him. "In fact, I think it's very nice that you've saved yourself for me. Darling, am going to pop your cherry and it is going to be so fantastic… for the both of us…"
In a way, it was a real kick. And it did mitt day, so to speak. She'd been fucked by a man in his prime, by a man past his prime, and now she was about to steal the virginity of a boy just entering his prime. In one day she had sampled almost every imaginable type of male. And the excitement hadn't abated. Neil was going to be away the entire weekend. That left her at least torn wow to go on the prowl again. And Sunday morning to recover? If she needed recovery. More likely she'd settle into a hot bath and laze away the afternoon, masturbating while she relived her memories of Friday and Saturday.
"Your clothes, Charlie, take off your clothes."
He nodded, but his fingers seemed to be made of lead. Melinda helped him, her nimble hands flying up and down his buttons, throwing aside his shirt, and dropping his pants. She fell to her knees before him, sighing as she slid down his shorts and his long slender cock bobbed into sight.
She warmed it between her palms, cooing soft words of endearment to the red swollen tip, and she breathed warmly up and down the staff, till Charlie's loins flushed and his face went white. Pre-cum was seeping from his little slit and she wanted to taste it, but she was afraid it might excite him too much to plant his cock in her mouth again, so soon. Fiat would come the fucking. His virginal screw, she thought.
"I'm ready now, darling," she said, lying down on the bed. Her fingers encircled Charlie's cock as he hesitated beside the bed and she pulled him to her. Melinda lifted one knee, stretching the other one to the side, and she knew that he was looking into the pink-mouthed gape of her twat. She also knew that her cunt was slick and wet with the anticipation of being dicked. While she held him in one fist, she reached into her crotch and parted her labia with two fingers, showing him the deeper coral of her moist vulva, the pussyhole itself, open, deep, ready to be entered, to be screwed into pulsating orgasm. "Come to me now," she whispered. "Let me show you what the cock is really for."
He threw himself upon her, aggressive as a bear, and it was quite a surprise to Melinda. She rocked beneath him, suffocating in his kisses, and the hot tip of his cock rubbed across her thighs and belly, through the mesh of her beaver. "Here," she grunted, stopping his kisses long enough to pant out the word, and she reached in to seize his cock, to put it where it belonged.
She felt the throb-throb-throb of his blood, boiling inside his peckertube, and though he wasn't extremely thick, she knew that he'd be a sweet, comfy fit inside her snatch. "In, now," she chirped, wedging the point of him between her cuntal labia. Was he caught? Yes! She bucked up, cunt opening to swallow him, and [missing text]. "Oh, fuck!" Charlie shouted, rolling off her. His cock had wilted pathetically, as soon as Melinda's pussy thrust up in acceptance. And to look at him now, withered fuck slouching across his testicles, one might think that screwing was the furthest thing from his mind. His face was beet red and his eyes wining to look into Melinda's.
"What's wrong?" she asked helpfully. Her fingers toyed with his penis but it didn't want to respond.
Charlie shook his head. She caught him by the dimpled chin and turned his face toward hors. "What's wrong, Charlie?"
"It's in," he said. "I'm just no good. Oh, wow, I'm hell on wheels when it comes to jacking off in porno theaters, but put me up against a real live woman and look what happens! Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna go in the bathroom and kill myself."
"But Charlie…"
"This always happens," he went on. "Frank and Don fixed me up with a girl. Jesus, she'd fuck a barber pole! So she came over here one night, and we necked and petted, and we ended up in the bedroom, and she was all hot and sweaty, and I… I…"
Melinda sighed in sympathy. "It isn't…"
"And she laughed at me," Charlie added. "Laughed her ass off. That's what they always do, when I can't keep it up. Maybe I am a faggot. Do you think…"
"You didn't go soft in the theater," Melinda pointed out. She kept pulling his pecker, trying to make it come alive. "You stayed big and hard, and you just filled my mouth with your sweet cum. Remember?"
"Yeah, but you surprised me," he said defensively. "And I thought… Jeez, maybe I could… Well, aren't you going to laugh?"
Melinda shook her head, smiling. You meet all kinds, she thought. So much more interesting than screwing the same man all the time. God, why hadn't she discovered the delights of adultery long ago?
"No," she said, relishing the moment, "I'm not going to laugh. I'm going to do something a lot nicer. For both of us."
And with that, she rose onto her knees, still holding his cock. He stared at the full, lovely breasts that jiggled on her cheat, at the stiff dark nipples which crowned those bouncy tits, at the puff of dark hair between her legs that masked, only slightly, an inflamed, moist pussy slice. She knew he was staring, and it made her feel good. Melinda posed a moment, allowing him to see all that he wanted to see, and she felt interest stirring in his prick. It was warmer in her hand, warmer and, perhaps, a trifle engorged. A good sign, that. A very good sign.
She'd never been called upon to give a man virility before. It was a problem Melinda had never been faced with, and she found it a fascinating challenge. Maybe it would be easier just to laugh at Charlie and his pecker problems, to mock him for his failure to perform, but she saw no point in it. After all, the only man in the world against whom she had such a burning grudge was her husband. Helping Charlie would be a lot more fun than hurting him.
"Here," she said, lying down beside him in reversed position. "Touch my cunt. Feel it. Stroke it. Mmmm, yes, run your fingers through my hair. See? Isn't it soft and fluffy? And hot as fire? Stick your finger inside, see how wet I am. Ooooohhh, yes, Charlie!! God, you have a big middle finger! Ream it around… See how wet I'm getting? Oh, I can feel it, Charlie – can't you? And it's all for you, darling, all for you. Whoooo – you're getting deeper, deeper – fuck me with your finger, Charlie! Fuck me with your finger while I put your cock in my mouth and suck it up, big and hard again. Would you like that? I know I would. And when I get you big and hard, Charlie darling, I'm joint to climb on top of you and fuck you till you scream for mercy!!"
She leaned across him, and his nearly soft penis seemed to rise to meet her oncoming lips. She'd turned him on with her mouth, it appeared, but she was really going to turn him on before she taught him the finer points of fucking. Melinda opened wide and his steadily-erecting dick moved in.
His finger was still in her pussy, twiddling around, and with his thumb he'd managed to locate her clitoris. He strummed it with his thumb, entranced by the way it jiggled about, and Melinda was entranced too, for spurts of pleasant sensation rippled through her body and made her snatch that much wetter and hotter around the finger that roved inside it.
Simultaneously, she was sucking hard on his cock, thrilling as it stiffened joltingly in her mouth. All the boy needed was encouragement, she thought. Encouragement and a friendly woman. My God, she reflected, I'm living "Summer of '42"! I'm Jennifer O'Neill, and he's that kid, whatever his name was. I'm the older woman introducing him to the pleasures of sexual expression. What a trip!
But she didn't feel like an older woman, especially when a tiny gush of cum shot from the tip of his cock and oozed across her tongue. Oh, he was up now, really up, and she'd make damned sure he wouldn't go down again till he'd filled her cunt with lots and lots of that hot bubbly jism. For good measure she opened wide and sucked at him with all-encompassing vigor, and suddenly… Suddenly the head of his cock was in her throat and she had pubic hair in her nostrils. Oh my God, she thought, I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! The same thing that bitch Kathy did to my husband! She'd swallowed his cock to the very root!
Her next impulse was to gag and throw up all over his groin, but she knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be right. It would shock him and probably make him sick and only increase his sex problems. Melinda fought resolutely with herself, and the gagging urge posed. Indeed, once she'd gotten used to the idea of having a dong's head in her throat, it wasn't bad at all. Sort of like the feeling of eating too much at Thanksgiving, except that only her throat was hill, not her tummy.
But she enjoyed it, the longer the contact lasted, and she was pretty sure Charlie did too, because his finger was going wild in her cunt and he was pushing her cunt as it were a button and he was tying to get room service in a hurry. "Ga," she said around his cock and he shivered at the vibrations up and down his rigid length.
On the other hand, it was hard to breathe, once he'd been there a while, and her face was getting red from lack of oxygen. Regretfully, Melinda let him slide out, but her tongue followed, even as her lungs sucked in air, and she licked her dribbly spit off the inflamed, swollen cock.
"How do you feel now?" she wondered, gurgling a little. Her mouth was flooded with spit, nearly as thick as the cum he'd given her in the movie house.
She wiped her lips, grinning, and Charlie grinned back. If ever she'd seen a grin totally full of confidence, he was flashing one at her. Oh, yes, she told herself, he's ready now. And he's not going to go soft at the ultimate moment. He's going to fuck my ass off.
"I feel great," Charlie said, extracting his middle finger from her snatch. "I think you've done me a lot of good."
"I think you're going to do me some good now," she told him, kneeling beside the boy. His cock stuck up, in need of no further oral or manual assistance, and she looked down at it for a moment, anticipating the moment when it would enter her pussy and bury itself to the hilt. "Oh, yes, a lot of good," she added, throwing her leg across him.
Melinda rose above the boy, her cunt uplifted, open, totally available, and she stopped in place. "Okay, Charlie," she said, "put it in me. And fuck me. Right?"
"Oh, right!!!" the boy wailed, grabbing his cock.
He stood it up, tickled the hair of Melinda's pussy, and then thrust up. She sank down as he bucked, and their genitals fumbled together for a moment, cock straining to enter her snatch, her cunt an inky, hungry hole that sought to swallow him as engulfing as her mouth had just finished doing.
"Ohhhh!" Melinda screamed, plunging down on him. Charlie's cock bent, but the tip made entrance, and when her ass came to rest upon his upper thighs, she was pussyfull of pecker and loving every inch of it.
"Look, Melinda!" he yelled. "I'm not going soft!"
"Damn straight, you're not! Now use that thing on me, Charlie! Use it! You've seen the movies and you know what to do!"
He must have seen a lot of the movies, she noticed, because he pile drove his way up into her with short, furious, skillful strokes that had her bouncing and rocking, cunt twitching around his rod. She rested her hands on his chest, threw back her shoulders, and set about riding that marvelous young animal she'd stirred back to life. Oh, it was fantastic! Her cunt squished as he fucked in and out, and she made her ass bob up and down, to heighten the intensity of Charlie's strokes. Her hair swirled, and the nipples of her tits were stiff with passion, so stiff they hurt – but such a delightful hurting! Melinda reached up, cupping her breasts, offering them as if to an imaginary lover, and she ran her fingertips across the jutting nipples till her head swam.
"My God," she gasped, "you're doing it right, Charlie – exactly right! Keep on, oh, God, keep on!!!"
"Do you like it?" he asked, fucking happily. "DO you really like it, Melinda?"
"Bet your ass I like it," she grinned, shaking her tits at his beaming face. He liked that, very much, for he reached up and seized the shaking mounds in his hands. Melinda stoked him as he stroked her, and they rode together, fucking with a greater and greater speed and intensity. Melinda's teeth chattered, and hot sweat ran from beneath her arms. She flexed her arms and felt the squishy moisture in their pits, and she could smell its hot, cunty fragrance.
Or was that the hot cunty fragrance of her sopping pussy? She couldn't be sure. But Charlie had certainly fulfilled her request. All of her smelled just as her pussy had, back in the theater – once again she found herself thinking wistfully of Chinese whorehouses. And loved it. If there were any aroma in which she could gratefully be suffocated, if was the smell of sex. God, was she ever making up for those lost months when Neil had abandoned her and forgotten to mention it to Melinda. Damn him, she thought, I hope he's having fun, because I sure as hell am!
"Feed my hungry pussy," she smirked, romping dawn upon him, twisting her ass so that her cunt wriggled and sucked on his up thrust dong. "I want your cum running out my ears," she added, her fingers tickling his ears. He grabbed harder at her tits, pulling the nipples till she screamed with delight. "Oh, you're learning fast, kid!" she said, and her twat mashed down hard upon his jiggling balls.
"It's fun learning," he agreed.
Melinda couldn't wait. She loved to be kissed, and she wanted to be kissed. Right now. She leaned forward, and her tits came to rest upon Charlie's chest. She cupped his face in her hands and rained wet kisses all over the tower part of his head. Mouth, cheeks, the dimples in his chin – she kissed everything that was kissable and several things that weren't. Once the playful tip of her tongue even slipped into his flaring nostrils for a little bit of stimulation that was new to both of them.
And all the while her cunt ground upon him, moving up and down, back and forth, to the sides, always full of his cock, always wet and slick and active around his cock. Melinda was discovering muscles in her pussy she hadn't known existed, and she was putting all of those newfound muscles to wonderful use.
"I like it," he said. "I really like it."
"Everyone likes it," Melinda countered between kisses.
"But I never thought I'd actually be fucking a woman, like you… like this… I thought it was something I'd read about, or see in the movies, or hear other people talking about… Jesus, I didn't think this could ever happen to me."
"Well it is, Charlie darling, so why don't you enjoy it? And when we've gone around the park once, we'll rest a little, and then see how many more times we can turn each other on. Mmmm? What do you say, Charlie?"
He didn't have time to talk. His hands were gripping the cheeks of her ass, splitting them as his cock split the yielding mouth of her cunt, and he was lifting Melinda off his belly with each stroke up her passageway. She rocked up, sucking his cock home, then slammed down, pinning him to the bed as her cunt gobbled every inch of him and drooled for even more.
It was delicious, and it was perfect, a splendid way to end an evening on the prowl. If all my nights could be like this, Melinda thought. If only all my nights could be like this. Who needs a husband, especially when that husband only wants somebody else?
She bellied down upon Charlie, and pussy juices were leaking from her gash, wetting his pubic hair as well as hers. A come was boiling in her guts a real crackerjack of a come, and she could sense that his own desire was just as hot, just a uncontrollable as her own. "Mmmm!!" Melinda sang. "DO it to me, Charlie baby! Make it good!!!"
And then things started to happen.