In the first two chapters we examined two different types of women, both of whom were extremely interested in fucking with young boys. In the first chapter we took a detailed look at Edna White, a somewhat prim schoolteacher whose primness disappeared considerably when a youngster was close at hand. In the second chapter we studied the hypocritical Mrs. Bush, who claimed she was interested only in removing the "evil" from boys.
We now examine still another type of female boy-lover. Her actions are clothed under various medical terminology – she is the female counterpart of the male molester. But in her case there is an exception – those whom she molested, generally boys in their early teens, seemed to enjoy the molestation greatly.
Her name was Jeri Brown. She was thirty-seven years old, had been divorced for several years and lived alone. She wore her blond hair short and many people took her at first appearance to be a Lesbian. This she was not. She simply did not like men. She liked boys, young boys. However, Jeri had difficulty in finding the males she so craved. She liked to drive about in her car and pick them up and take them either into the country and park, or take them home with her if she thought they were the type able to keep a tight lip. Jeri was editor of a small woman's magazine and as such, she had to be rather careful about her personal life – many of the women wouldn't buy her magazine if they thought she indulged in unusual sexual activities.
Jeri indulged in very unusual sexual activities from the point of view of the average person.
It was a Friday evening and she was driving about town looking for the right kind of boy to pick up. There seemed to be no boys out on the street this night. Sighing, she parked her car after a time and entered a bar and had a quick drink. She would have liked several drinks, it being Friday night, but she didn't want to spend a long time in the bar for fear of some man wanting to pick her up. This was not what Jeri was interested in – she wanted to do the picking, and it had to be a young boy. Definitely a boy!
She climbed back into her car, started the motor and drove down the street. After a few minutes she thought she might as well head for home and forget about boys for this evening. When she arrived near her home, she saw a youngster standing at the corner, lighting a cigarette. He looked to be about fourteen. Quickly she drove the car into her garage, climbed out and walked rapidly toward the corner, her heart beating faster as she approached the young man. The boy was quietly standing there. Good. She went right up to him.
"Hey," she said.
The boy turned around, looked her up and down, grinned, took a drag on his cigarette, grinned again, and proceeded to look her over again. She was an eyeful and she knew it. Then he smirked, took one more drag and tossed the cigarette away. "You a whore?" he asked softly.
She had been asked this same question before and knew how to handle it. "No," she said, going very close to him and speaking softly. "I don't charge for it and I don't give it to just anybody. I happen to like boys your age. Want to come inside with me and let me see what you have between your legs?"
His mouth went slack. "You kidding? I mean, do you live near here somewhere?"
"Yes. Come along with me. I promise to show you the time of your life."
"How do I know you ain't some pig, or something?"
"You mean a cop? Female cops don't go around picking up boys."
The boy scratched his head. "Yeah, guess you're right. All right, lead the way."
This was almost exactly the way she liked to have it happen – find a young boy who thought he was very wise about things (and who might very well be, to an extent) and who was immediately willing to go somewhere with her. Once she got his cock out of his pants… he would be ready to do anything she wanted him to do. It almost always turned out this way for she had found that it was very difficult for a young boy to resist a sexual experience. But she did have to be careful not to be too aggressive, for she had found this could very easily frighten off her young prey. A young boy was one big bundle of raw sex nerves, she knew, and was glad of it.
They walked quickly to her driveway and she motioned for him to follow her up to the rear door. It was better to enter by way of the rear door. Safer and far from inquisitive eyes of neighbors. There was no point in permitting others to see her entering in the company of a young boy. Once they were inside, she closed the door and put her arms about the youngster.
"How old are you?" she asked softly.
He laughed softly. "Old enough for what you want. Say, how about a little light in this place? It's kind of dark."
She removed her arms after kissing his face quickly and turned on a soft light. She turned and studied him. He looked to be about fifteen, had blond, quite long hair that was fairly well combed, and wore faded jeans with a faded shirt that was open in front. He was not wearing a T-shirt, and she saw he had very little hair on his chest. His flesh seemed to be well tanned.
"You always pick up guys and bring them home and fuck 'em?" he asked bluntly.
She was pleased with his talk. She liked blunt talk from young boys. "Only the ones who appeal to me. Tell me, have you got quite a long one?" She smiled at him nicely and permitted her tits to heave slightly, provocatively.
"It's pretty good. You sure you ain't no cop?"
"Don't be absurd. Come into the living room." She led the way and once in the living room, turned on another dim light and looked at him again. "Want to tell me your name?" she asked.
"Name's Joe."
"Got a last name?"
"You don't need that before we fuck, do you?"
She smiled at him as he stood just inside the doorway. "No, I don't need your last name."
"You just need a young cock. Right?"
Again Jeri smiled. "Correct. I need a good, young cock. Why don't you take off your pants, Joe? Let me see how much you got."
He gave his head a shake. "Say… are you some kind of nut?" "No. Not at all. I like young guys. I'm not married so why not?"
He nodded. "You live here alone, eh?"
"Yes."
"Ain't you scared I might knock you over the head, fuck you and steal everything you've got?"
"I've thought about it. But you don't look the type. I think you're the kind of guy who likes his pussy too much to bother with the other stuff."
"Think so, huh?" He moved closer to her, his hands thrust down deeply into his pockets. "You ever suck a guy off, lady?"
This didn't upset Jeri at all. She liked it. "Why do you ask? Is that what you go for instead of the real thing?"
"Getting sucked off is the real thing, too, lady."
She nodded and kept her eyes on his face. His face was thin but not unpleasant to look at. He was, in fact, not a bad looking boy at all. "Why don't you take out your… cock… and let me see it," she said, looking away from him for just an instant and then training her eyes back on him quickly.
"Thought you wanted me to take off my pants?"
She placed her hands over her tits and breathed deeply. "Well… do something, or we'll be standing here all night talking."
"You in a hurry to get shafted, lady?"
She smiled. "Take your time, if you want to." She looked away again for an instant. "I understand how it is with some guys."
"Don't worry, lady. I got a hard-on already, if that's what you're talking about." "Take your pants off," she said, growing impatient with him. "Let me see it." "You're really hot, ain't you? What's your name, lady?" She shrugged. "Jeri." "No last name?"
"You don't need it, but I'll tell you if you want to know." "Never mind. Say, why haven't you got your clothes off?"
"All right. Want me to undress in front of you? Is that it?" "Yeah, I'd like to see that."
"All right, I'd like to do it, too." Jeri stripped off her dress quickly and stood before him clad only in bra and pantyhose. She never wore anything beneath her pantyhose, at least when she was going out on the town. This gave her a feeling of recklessness that she enjoyed at such times. "There," she said. "How do you like it so far?"
"Haven't seen much yet," he said, but she noted his voice had changed its pitch, which was certain indication that something was happening to him, something sexy and good. "Let me see your tits, lady."
"You can call me Jeri," she smiled.
"Hmm. That's nice. I like that name."
She glanced at him quickly. "Get on with it," she ordered. "I brought you here to have some sex fun. Do you want to have some or not?"
"Sure. I wouldn't mind fucking you, Jeri."
"Thanks," she said, not without some dryness.
He laughed. "Don't get uptight about me. I'm not a bad guy. I just can't believe what's happening to me."
She sighed and smiled almost at the same time. "I think I understand that." She unhooked her bra, watching him carefully every moment, and tossed the bra away. Her tits were lovely and when they sprang out, freed from the confinement of the bra, the boy stared at them hard. He moistened his lips. "Do they please you, Joe?" she asked softly.
"Jesus, lady, you got yourself a sweet pair of knockers there. Man!" "I'm glad you like them, Joe."
"I'd like to suck 'em a bit later. Right now, I'd like to see you take off your pantyhose and shoes."
She removed her shoes quickly and began to push the hose down over her hips, but not quite far enough down to reveal her cunt. "I think you had better strip, too, Joe. I don't like to have a boy make me when he's dressed."
The kid was naked in nothing flat, it seemed. She stared at his nudity and felt the old wild passion spread over her as it always did when she first glimpsed a young boy's nakedness. His cock was very hard, she noted happily. Very hard and very long. Good. She liked long ones.
"Do you like what you see, lady?" His lips were parted and through the dim light Jeri noted that he was perspiring heavily.
"Yes. You have a good body, Joe." She pushed off her pantyhose and threw them aside, standing tall, allowing her tits to heave considerably. "Do you like the way I look, Joe?"
"I told you before. You look great to me. Your legs are real good, lady, and you're getting me pretty damn hot."
"Want to fuck, Joe?" she asked wantonly.
He grinned somewhat nervously. "Yeah," he said, somewhat hesitantly. "Of course I want to fuck, lady. Ain't that what you brought me here for?"
"You like to fuck in bed, on the floor – where?" She eyed him lustfully. She could feel the desire building deep within her.
It was building in him, also. His eyes had a look of intense excitement in them, although he appeared to be trying to show her what a cool cat he was. "I'll fuck you any old place, lady. Stick it into you any old way. You name it. I'll do it."
"Let's go to bed then, Joe. Follow me." She led the way to her bedroom door and he followed. She didn't turn on the bedroom light, but stretched out her hand to him. He took it and clasped it with considerable strength. She liked that, too. Men and boys should have strength in their hands. Sometimes she thought she could tell almost how good a boy would be in bed – just by the strength of his handshake.
She led him straight to the bed and falling down upon it, pulled him down on top of her. His hot young body started fucking at her immediately, like a male dog going after a bitch in heat. His cock was striking her legs, her hips, her belly, everywhere but her cunt. Turning on her back and pulling on his arms, she got him to top her in a better position so that now she could reach between their bodies and grasp his hot, rubbery prick. It thrilled her to touch it, just as it always thrilled her to touch a male organ, especially such a youthful cock. She thrust the head of it into her cunt and at the same time he pushed hard. His prick shot into her and she groaned loudly. He pulled back, adjusted his position somewhat, and thrust deeply into her again, with determination.
"Oh… " she groaned. "You do have a big one, Joe. Now use it. Fuck the hell out of me, baby."
He snorted but said nothing.
"Fuck me, baby," she repeated, wanting him to talk "dirty" to her. "I am fucking you, lady. What do you think I'm doing?"
"Ah… " she moaned when he began to slow down a little and to strike her sensitivities more properly. "Ah… that is good. Stroke me long, Joe… stroke me long and slow. I love it. I love to fuck."
"Yeah," he responded, grunting the word. "I don't mind a good piece of ass myself. How about you Frenching me later?"
"We'll do a sixty-nine, Joe," she gasped as he rammed his cock into her brutally.
"Jesus, you got a tight cunt, lady. It really grabs my prong and hangs on."
"Oh… fuck me good, Joe," she begged him, hoping he would continue speaking to her in this manner.
"I'm fucking your tight cunt, lady, as best I can. If you don't like my fucking, say so."
In answer, she wrapped her legs and arms about him tightly. She also pushed her cunt up to him and tried to hold it high, but his rapid, powerful, battering strokes forced her to lay back flat on the bed. She wished she had thought to put a pillow under her ass, but no matter. His cock was young and hard and what else really mattered, except that it was deep inside her cunt? God, how wonderful it was to live this way, to go out and pick up a strange young boy and bring him home and take all he had. There was no thrill like it in all the world for Jeri. None at all. She almost pitied the ordinary housewife with her one-shot husband. Even now, as she was being hammered vigorously by such young cock, a small trace of scorn crept through her and her mouth puckered as if in disdain for any sexually unsatisfied woman.
She had no more time for thinking – she had her first sudden, wild orgasm, the kind she constantly strived to enjoy. Wild, quick, sudden, unexpected, that was the way she liked an orgasm to be. Usually it was a building process… this was all right, too, but the wild, sudden ones… they were fabulous.
"Oh… baby… " she moaned. "You're good."
"So I've been told, lady." He did not appear to be holding back through any overdose of modesty.
Jeri didn't mind. In fact, she rather liked a male who bragged about his powers, provided that same male could back up his words with appropriate cock action.
"Do it to me," she cried, sounding for the moment like a very young girl.
He did it. He blew off in her suddenly, hotly, violently, the thick stream striking her inner body in such quantities that it caused her to have a second orgasm which was even better than the first. She kept on trembling with orgasmic ecstasy all during the time he emptied his cock juice into her cunt.
Then he stopped moving in her and just lay quietly on top of her, his breathing hectic, matching the pace of hers. She could feel the ooze of his sweat as it trickled from his pores down over her flesh. She liked the feel of it. She sighed and moved a little and for some reason this caused him to ejaculate again, but in much smaller quantity.
"Jesus Christ!" he cried. "You sure make me damn hot, lady." Again his come dribbled into her love pot. Then very quickly he pulled out of her cunt and jumped out of the bed. "Where's the can?" he asked.
She sat up, reached for the chain on the bed-lamp and gave it a pull. Light flooded the room and she glanced quickly at the window to make certain the shade was drawn. It was. She pointed at the bathroom door without speaking, but the boy just stood there, momentarily, before moving toward it.
"You got a hell of a great-looking body, lady. And you fuck real good, too."
He left the room and was gone for quite a time. When he came back he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her body. "How come?" he asked, frowning.
"How come what, Joe?" she asked in return.
"How come a great-looking broad like you has to pick up guys my age?"
She smiled and sat up and stretched her arms high, partly because she felt like stretching and partly because she knew it was an erotic thing to do. "I don't have to pick up young guys like yourself, believe me, Joe. I could have all the men I want coming here. I'm not boasting. It's true. It just happens that I like guys your age… boys, if you don't mind my calling you that. Boys turn me on, some boys, that is. Some don't. Some are… well, the mama's boy type… I can't stand them."
He nodded. "I know what you mean. A girl flings her ass at 'em and they get scared and run for home. Know something?"
"What?" she asked, stretching her arms high again above her head.
"I ain't that way and never was. I screwed a girl when I was only eleven years old."
Jeri just looked at him.
"You don't believe that, do you, lady?"
She shrugged. "Why shouldn't I believe it? Of course I believe it. After all, I've just seen what you can do with your cock."
He came around to the side of the bed and stood there, his prick hanging limply. "I just washed it," he said with obvious reference to his cock.
"Oh… and why did you wash it, Joe?" Her pulse was racing a little now.
"Because I'd like you to French me. Will you, huh?"
She eyed him curiously. "Yes, of course I'll French you, Joe. However, I want a drink first. Do you mind?" Without waiting for his answer she got off the bed and walked into the living room where she poured herself a drink of straight whiskey. She tossed it down and felt the burn of it all the way to her stomach.
"Hey," he said from behind her. "How about me getting some of the juice? I like it, too."
She turned about and looked at him doubtfully. "All right," she agreed. "Not too much, though. Whiskey fouls up some boys, you know." She really didn't mean this, but it was something to say.
"Don't worry, lady. I'm good for all night stuff. My cock will keep working for a hell of a long time – just as long as you can handle it."
"What does that mean, Joe?" she asked, fingering her naked tits to draw his attention to them.
He poured himself a drink. "You got some Coke or anything?" "Behind you. No ice, though."
He got the Coke and mixed it in his glass. "Don't care about ice, anyway. Stuff's supposed to burn you, ain't it?"
"Not necessarily."
He down his mixture slowly, now and then glancing at the two shapely tits so close to him, Jeri's lower body being partially hidden by the bar as he stood on the other side of the counter. Making a face, he looked at the drink and then sipped it again. "Kind of good stuff," he said, as if attempting to make her believe he was used to drinking. She doubted this very much. "This stuff makes me real horny sometimes," he mumbled.
"Good," she said, laughing softly. "I like my boys to be real horny."
He smacked his lips, reached over and cupped his hand on one of her tits. "You sure are some hot bitch, ain't you, lady?"
Jeri didn't mind him calling her that. She just smiled at him. "Right. I sure am one hot bitch, Joe. I like to fuck, the more the better." Somehow, she felt when she spoke that way it didn't come out sounding nearly as vulgar as some people might think. She realized she might be kidding herself in this respect, but what did that matter. There had to be some areas where a woman could kid herself.
"You're a hot bitch, lady, and I'm a hot guy. Know something? My cock's aching to get into you again. Why, I can fuck you right there on the floor. Would you like to get fucked again, lady?" His eyes burned into hers and she saw they were filled with eager lust.
"Why don't you sit on that stool, Joe?" she told him, her voice trembling from excitement. She indicated the stool as if he were incapable of knowing one from a chair. Well, after all, he was only a boy, wasn't he? Hold it, her mind whispered to her. Don't be condescending toward him – he'll sense it and his fucking performance won't be as good as it can be.
He climbed on the stool, his legs spread widely apart, his prick standing straight up now. She came around the bar, stood before him, her hands feeling her tits with decided passion.
"I believe I'll French your… " she started to say, but stopped and started over. "Think I'll take you orally, Joe. I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She watched his eyes as they became even more lust-filled.
"Yeah," he answered hoarsely. "Sure would, lady. French my cock. Look at it. It's almost dancing." He pointed to his ramrod erection.
Jeri found a hassock, pulled it in front of the stool, and sank down on it, positioning herself between his legs. Immediately he pressed his knees together, touching each of her sides just below her arms. She pulled back slightly because this limited her in bending her head to take him in. Finally, when even the new position didn't work out to her satisfaction, she asked him to pull back his knees. He complied and sat there, leaning his arms back on the bar, his facial expression one of extreme lust, his legs widely spread once again.
Jeri took his cock gingerly in her hand and rubbed it gently. The boy moaned softly and tried to grasp her neck to pull her face down quickly to his crotch, but she was having none of this at the moment. Resisting him successfully, she cautioned him about use of force, smiling as she did so, to ease any resentment he might have. Then as she continued to jack his cock, she ran her tongue down his chest to his navel, went into it, made little circling motions, then went lower to the base of his prick and took it in her mouth sideways, and playfully, much in the manner one bits into a hamburger. He moaned and jerked his body about, so she removed her mouth and laughing lightly, looked up at him.
"You want surprises, don't you, Joe?" she asked, knowing this might sound confusing to him.
However, it did not appear to confuse him at all. "Yeah, I like lots of surprises. That little bite thing was a good one, but it kind of… scared me for a second."
She laughed lightly again. "I promise not to bite it off all at once."
"Hey, don't talk that way, lady. Jesus, that scares a guy."
Again Jeri laughed. "Don't be scared, Joe. I'm only teasing you. I love it too much to ever bite it off." She could not resist teasing him once more. "At least," she added, "I think I do."
Much to her astonishment, he jumped from the stool after knocking her hand away from his cock and moved across the room from her, his drink in his hand. He lifted the glass to his lips and finished off the drink and set the glass down on a nearby table. "I guess I'd better be going," he said suddenly. "I don't want my cock bitten off. Hell, no. And I can tell by the look on your face. That's what you just might do, lady."
"Oh, but that's nonsense, Joe," she protested, alarmed now that she had gone too far with her teasing. "Please come back. Tell you what. You can… go down on me… if you want to… I'll sit on the stool and spread my legs and you can kneel on the hassock. What do you think of that, Joe?"
He worked his mouth about considerably. "Get up on the stool, lady," he said after a moment's silence. "Let's see what happens."
Happily and with some relief, she climbed onto the stool and sat there watching him intently as he crossed the room and came back to her. She saw him kneel on the hassock, push his hair out of his eyes, look at her cunt, then at her tits, heard him sigh, swear softly, and then felt his lips kissing her belly. Jeri closed her eyes as her emotions began to grow. His mouth moved about on her belly, his tongue running over her flesh as he brought his lips higher until she felt them tugging, sucking on her right tit. Another moment of breathless passion and then he moved to her left tit. Her eyes again tightly closed as she felt the sensations running up and down her spine, her nerve ends tingling, her cunt lubricating.
"Lower, Joe. Kiss me lower down, please." She was surprised at the begging quality of her tone.
His lips and tongue worked their way downward until she felt his tongue darting into her pubic hair. Sighing deeply, he plunged his tongue into her.
"Oh… my God… " she moaned, rising off the stool in her agitation.
He pulled away from her, took two steps and then stopped. "I don't want this," he said. "I'm not… ready for it."
Jeri understood, but it was maddening to have him treat her this way. Still, if a person didn't want to do a certain thing in the area of sex, well, then the person didn't have to, and that was that. It never paid to attempt to induce someone to try something or to keep on doing something he began once he had shown distaste for it. She knew this well from past experience.
"You find my cunt repelling?" she heard herself ask him.
"Hell, no," he said quickly. "It's just that damned whiskey I drank. It made my stomach queasy. I'm not… used to whiskey, lady, and that's the truth."
She sighed, feeling vastly relieved. "Oh, I understand you now. I'm sorry."
"I think I'd better get dressed and cut out," he said darkly.
She stiffened. "Do you have to, Joe?" she asked.
"Don't worry. If it's okay with you, I'll be back tomorrow night. Say about nine o'clock. Is that all right with you?"
Although she was greatly disappointed, she nodded. "All right, Joe. Get dressed and go. Come tomorrow night. And for Pete's sake, don't drink anything then. Okay?"
"Okay," he said shortly.
Jeri did not move from the stool. She simply sat there and waited for him to dress hurriedly. He did not speak to her again but left by way of the rear door. Sighing, she stepped down from the stool, went to the rear of the house and locked the door. Sighing again, she returned to the bar, had a quick- drink, turned out all the lights and went to her bedroom. She fell onto the bed, nude, and was quickly embraced by a hard sleep.
Shortly before nine the following evening she was almost to the point of biting her nails, she was so excited at the probability of seeing the boy again. This time, she told herself, she would fuck him half to death, or French him, or anything he wanted. Maybe she had better be careful about offering to suck him – let him ask for it. Yes. That would be better. She well remembered his fear when she had lightly and playfully lip-bitten his cock the night before.
She laughed nervously. "What a nutty deal that was," she said aloud. "He really was scared."
She began to pace the large living room, walking from one end to the other. She had purposely worn only a brief halter and hot pants, nothing more below, about, or underneath. She knew she looked appealing. But there was a problem – Joe had not yet arrived and it was now fifteen minutes after nine. She drew in her breath when she realized it was so late.
"Where the hell did the time go?" she asked herself. She was about to say something else aloud when she heard a tapping sound at the rear of the house. She forced herself to walk, not run, to the back door. Calling out, she quickly confirmed that it was indeed Joe, and then she opened the door wide. He entered quickly and she was surprised to see he wasn't wearing his faded jeans and shirt. He definitely looked different wearing a light suit, striped shirt and a wide tie.
"Well, Joe," she said, "you look ten years older. What's happened?"
He grinned and slipped his arm about her waist. Instantly she smelled the beer, or whatever, on his breath. "Hi, baby," he said intimately. "Ready to fuck?"
She smiled at him, amazed at the difference in his looks. "Are you the same guy or are you someone else?" she asked playfully.
"I figured if I was going to spend an evening with a lady I should dress a little better, so I borrowed my brother's clothes. How do I look? Kind of dumb, huh?"
"You look fine. But of course I prefer you with no clothing on, you know."
He grinned. "I thought about that on the way here. Crazy deal, ain't it? Guy gets all dressed up to show his girl… er… his woman… how good he looks… and all he does is take off his clothes."
"Well at least you let me see you dressed up. I like that. I mean I still like it, but I do want you to take off your clothes. It would be a shame to fuck in those clothes of your brother's."
He grinned again. "Yeah, I get your point. No use in letting my brother get in on your cunt." "How old is your brother?" she asked, wishing he would start removing his clothes. After all, she was practically naked, and she wanted him to be likewise.
"Nineteen. He's kind of square, though." "You're not square, are you, Joe?" "Naw. I've been around too many hip guys."
"Take off your clothes, Joe, and let's get to fucking. I've been waiting for you for a damn long time."
"Right."
Soon they were in her bedroom, both naked. He was standing over the bed, watching her hanging his suit and shirt on hangers, to prevent them from becoming wrinkled. He was grinning at her as if he appreciated being "fussed" over and when she hung up his clothing, he came to her and kissed her titties repeatedly. She stood still in the middle of the room, enjoying his passionate caresses, wishing he would go between her legs and lap at her cunt. Perhaps he still would. She would see. First she knew she must fuck him beautifully, then later he might show his appreciation for her by going down on her. She very much wanted him to go down on her. The night before he had refused her cunt. Her ego needed his sucking tonight – her cunt juices were flowing heavily in eagerness of his hot, young tongue.
He pushed her toward the bed. She permitted his movement. They crashed down on top of it and he was instantly between her thighs, pumping his hard cock at her cunt lips, but not entering. She waited, giving him some time to accomplish a penetration, but when she was certain he was not going to be successful in this respect, she seized his cock and aimed it at her hole. He moaned and thrust at her and she felt the rock-hard flesh entering her deeply. She groaned even as he moaned again, and almost instantly she felt him hitting her most sensitive spot.
"Oh… that's… so good," she breathed, and kissed his face wetly.
He responded by sticking his tongue in her mouth and each time he pulled his prick out, he would thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She found this to be instantly delightful and exhilarating and was not surprised when she had a quick orgasm that left her breathless and nowhere near satisfied. She tried fucking him and this time, by being very careful, she found she could do it. He was not bearing down as heavily as he had the previous night when she had tried this same action, to no avail. Jeri rather liked fucking in this manner. Up-fucking, that's what it was. There was something about it that was extremely worthwhile, while at the same time exhausting.
"How does my cock feel?" he asked, removing his tongue from her mouth. "I mean, is it hard enough? Am I hitting it where it needs to be hit?"
This sort of consideration really surprised her. The boys she had known… well, almost none of them had any thought other than to ram it in and blow off quickly. There was nothing really wrong about this in young boys, for youthful cocks can fuck several times in any one-hour period. Of this she was well aware. Still, blowing off in a great hurry was a form of selfishness that always left her dissatisfied, no matter how tolerant she might try to be of the youth ramming it into her cunt.
"Fuck me," she cried softly.
He did not quite understand her. "Huh?" he grunted. "What?"
"Never mind. Just fuck me good, Joe. God, your cock is large tonight, large and lovely."
"Your cunt's what makes me big and… well, you know. Your cunt is just awful tight… it feels like crazy good, you know."
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned and pushed up at him several times before he began to press down hard on her body.
"Let me do the fucking, lady," he grunted roughly into her ear.
"All right," she agreed. "Shaft me good, baby."
"Ain't what I'm doing good enough?" he asked, grunting the words again.
"Yes. Keep on with it… oh… I'm coming. Oh, Jesus. Joe… faster… "
He took that moment to blow off in her and she could have killed him for it, but the thing was done and when he finally stopped pumping his cock into her and had withdrawn it, she could only lay there and silently curse him. She had been reasonably certain that this kid was not the type to blow prematurely, but he had not followed her prediction.
"Where are you going?" she asked, as she saw him climb off the bed. "Going to wash my cock, lady," he said eyeing her oddly.
She felt a thrill run through her. Did this mean he now wanted her to French him, that he had forgotten about his fear of being "bitten"? She hoped so.
When he returned to the room, he got upon the bed again and sat down gingerly on her belly, careful not to let all his weight press down on her. His prick was limp now, but as he moved upward a little and she licked her lips, she saw it extend itself slightly. She purposely licked her lips again and sure enough, his cock became longer, firmer, more appealing.
"Hey," he exclaimed. "It's growing just because of your smacking your lips. How about that?"
"Sit up higher on me and put it between my lips," she suggested, her heart hammering violently at the anticipation of being able to suck on it.
He moved up gingerly. "Don't… do any of that biting stuff, now, will you, lady?"
"No. I'll just suck it, Joe. Oh, I want to suck your thing so much."
He laughed shortly. "I'd like to have you suck it."
She was absolutely fascinated by the fully erect cock now dangling before her eyes. "Bring it closer, Joe, so I can kiss it off."
He moved up a bit and she kissed the end of his prick. Immediately a squirting took place. It struck her directly in the face, but she only lay there and laughed softly, loving it, every bit of it.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, grinning sheepishly. "I was just going to say I was sorry when I saw how you acted. Suck me, kiss me, keep doing it to me. Maybe I'll blow in your face again."
"Please… in my mouth this time." Jeri made no move to wipe his come from her face. She was surprised when he used a corner of the sheet to do it for her. "Thank you," she said, "but stick it in my mouth, baby."
He got up on his hands and knees and moved over her, finally allowing his body to settle down lightly over her face. Frantically she sought out his cock, found it with her hand and inserted it between her wet lips. Immediately she began to suck it furiously, as he began a slow fucking movement which did not bother her at all, but enhanced the act for her.
"Jesus, this is great. Man, am I ever glad you picked me up on the street. I'm gonna fuck you in the cunt and the mouth steady from now on."
She did not choose to tell him at that moment that she alone would be the one to decide on that. Nor did she tell him that in all likelihood, he would never again get on top of her. Twice, two occasions, was about her limit with any one boy, unless of course, the boys became few and far between and she was obliged to go back and look up a former boy for servicing. Jeri preferred variety and while all of the many boys she had fucked and sucked wanted to return to her over and over again, she usually did not permit them to do so. There was a disadvantage to bringing a boy to her home for a fucking. She knew that the next boy she picked up – and this would probably be tomorrow night or very soon thereafter – would be driven by her into the country and there in the back seat of her car she would give him the fucking of his young life.
When she was fully honest with herself, she realized that she much preferred fucking a young boy in her car to bringing him home with her. It was more exciting. There was a certain anonymity in it, both for her and the boy. There was nothing quite as exciting as having a sex scene, any kind of a sex scene, with someone young, someone you knew nothing about, not even a name. On this Jeri never had any arguments with herself. It was true. Picking up a young boy, driving him into the country and seducing him, "molesting" him, fucking him, sucking him off, was great, because he would never again see her unless she made certain that he would. This sort of thing gave her a great feeling of power, and Jeri liked this feeling of being the master of a fuck. This really turned her on!
Joe was blowing off in her mouth.
She was very busy now attempting to swallow his output.
There was no time to think about the next boy, or any other boys.
There was only time to swallow.
She thought he was never going to stop squirting the warm thick stuff into her mouth. He did cease twice, but immediately resumed as if a "tap" had been turned off by an unseen hand only to be immediately turned on again. It was a very pleasurable experience for Jeri and one she was to remember for several months. Jeri found it next to impossible to remember all of the boys she had sucked off in this manner.
There were just too many of them.
Besides, it wasn't really necessary to remember all of them… forever and forever. There were always new young boys coming along, being out on the street at night, having deep yearnings that even they did not understand correctly. Sexual yearnings that she was able to pacify in her own special manner and style.
It has been estimated that the number of adult women who carry out this sort of "molest" operation is increasing rapidly in our urban areas, even in the smaller cities.
No one seems to know what to do about it. Except, of course, the women who do it… and the boys who delight in allowing such women to minister to their needs. This may very well be just another sign of the times and an integral part of our rapidly changing society.