While she worked on his cock, his hands gripped her hips, then they slipped into the hollows of her waist, and under his chest to cup her hard tits. He squeezed and kneaded the tit-flesh.
He was groaning and writhing his hips, under her mouth. It wouldn't be long before he would shoot off. She guessed he would come after a few more strokes with her lips.
On the first stroke, she slipped her lips down his prick to touch her nose against his balls and then brought her mouth back up to let his cock-head tug at her lips.
The second stroke, she ran her lips down a little faster, buried her chin in his groin-hair, swallowed against the cock-head in her throat, and ran her mouth back up, drawing in a quick breath through her nose.
On the third stroke, she poised for a moment, then zipped her lips down the length of his prick-shaft, letting his cock-head fuck deep into her throat. She swallowed hard against the cock-head while he grunted and shoved his hips up against her. Then she jerked her head up and her lips zipped back up to the bulge of his cock-head, and she breathed several times through her nose.
She poised for the fourth stroke, then whipped her head down to slam her chin in his groin. Clutching his hips in her arms, she swallowed hard… again… again.
His cum spurted hard, way back in her throat while he squeezed her tits hard. She kept her nose against his balls and swallowed hard while his cum pumped over and over.
When his cum stopped, he loosened his grip on her tits. After slipping her lips up the slimy shaft, she drew her head up and pulled her lips free of his cock-head.
Rita turned on the couch and lay down on her side against him, waiting for his breathing to slow. After a while, his breathing did slow.
"Rita," he said, "you are something else. Are all girls like you?"
"No-o-o, I don't think so," she said. "But that's just one opinion."
"You were so nice. I'd like to do something for you."
"Well, maybe we can do something for each other. Let's try sixty-nine."
"What should I do?"
"Just stay where you are… and try to find my clit."
Rita turned around on the couch and lay on her side. Offering her stocking-clad thigh for a pillow, she helped him pull one leg out as well and rested her head on his thigh. His soft cock was against her lips.
She held his limp prick in her hand and licked the tip of her tongue out at the prick-head. There was salty cum in the piss-slit, and she licked it away, spreading her saliva. She bent toward him and put his whole cock in her mouth, with her nose against his balls.
He jerked his loins a little each time she licked the end. Soon the boy's shrunken prick filled her mouth as it expanded. Swallowing hard, she pulled the cock-head back in her throat, and her mouth rested in his groin-hair.
She worked her mouth in and out, faster and faster, pausing only for a gasping breath each time the cock-head came to her lips.
As she sucked on his cock, it grew larger and larger, harder and harder, just barely fitting in her throat.
Then his hand grabbed her thighs, bringing it up over her shoulder, spreading her cunt. His tongue pushed hotly against her cunt-lips, stretching the warm flesh, forcing the tender pussy-lips to part.
She jerked when he touched her clit… too hard. He lapped his tongue over her clit each time she ran her lips the length of his cock. With each tongue-stroke, her clit flashed for an instant while she jerked her cunt against his face.
They writhed and jerked together, faster and faster, harder and harder. He gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her hard against him, her pussy now squashed against his mouth. His tongue reached way in and lapped the length of her pussy-slit.
He lapped her faster than she was stroking her lips on his cock, faster and harder. She gasped each time she drew her lips back, and tried to go down on him faster. Try as she would, she couldn't keep up with his tongue. It drove back inside her deeper and faster.
The flashes of heat in her clit started building, making her cunt hotter.
While she surged toward orgasm, his hips bucked against her face, slower each time. His groin still hit her chin hard, but his movements turned slower and slower. Then his groin pounded into her face and he went rigid as he shot off into her throat.
She swallowed each spurt of his creamy cum.
While she swallowed his cum, her clit got hotter and hotter from his tongue-strokes. Her hips jerked against his face. Then, as though he knew what he was doing, his tongue strokes turned rougher.
She poised for a moment, then slammed her cunt to his face and quivered against him as her cunt-cum let go. He kept his mouth on her pussy, receiving her cum that pumped out each time she quivered against him.
Then all motion ceased. He held his tongue inside her cunt-gash, resting on her clit. She kept her mouth at his hairy groin, the head of his cock inside her throat.
She needed air, and she drew her mouth back off his limp cock. He withdrew his tongue as well and just lay with his face against her cunt, his hands gripping her hips.
Rita was glad he didn't try to talk to her. Her energy was drained to nothing. She kept an arm over his hip and rested her head on his thigh, her cheek against his limp prick.
After a time, he stirred. She tested her legs and found some strength. They got untangled from each other and sat up.
"Well, Bill," she said, "is that enough lessons?"
"You bet," he said, pulling on his shorts. "I'll call Mitzi and try to make a date. I just hope it goes as well as it did with you."
"Just be yourself. And Bill… be gentle with her. Mitzi's a nice girl. I mean that."
When Bill had left, Rita fingered her cunt. It was sore… probably not so much from Bill's rough nail as from holding that damned dildo for Mitzi. Well, if Bill was successful with the girl, she wouldn't have to fuck around with her anymore. That would be worth all the wear and tear the boy had given her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rita had finished her shower and dressed when the front door clicked. It had to be Tommy. She patted her hair in place and went to his room.
"How was practice, honey?" she asked.
"Piece of cake," he said, slowly bringing his gaze from her legs up to her hair, then to her tits. "Speaking of which, you're a piece of cheesecake."
"Come on, now."
"No, it's true. None of the girls in my class look as good as you."
"Well, I doubt that, but you've got just five hours to quit talking like that."
Tommy smiled and looked around the room and said, "My notes are just like I left them. Is Bill all ready?"
"He's ready, all right."
Tommy glanced at her and his nostrils flared. "Well, I'm as ready for that test as I'll ever be."
"Then there's just one thing left to do."
There was a glazed look in his eyes when he said, "Mom, you always dress well, but you don't want all those clothes on, do you?"
"Not really. Your bedroom or mine?"
"Yours."
He closed the door to her bedroom, and she took a step toward him. Taking a long stride, he met her and grabbed her around the waist. He kissed her and fondled her forcefully, more forcefully than he had the night before.
His hands were strong and searching while he stripped her down naked. Her skin tingled wherever he touched her. After rolling her around on the bed and flexing her body while removing her clothes, he turned her on her back while he drew her lacy panties down off her legs and dropped them.
She had only the sheer nylon stockings left, and her flimsy little garter belt. Her breath came in quick gasps while he stretched one of the garters out.
"When you strip a lady down," she said, "you don't fool around."
"Not when she's a special lady," he said as he unsnapped the garters from her stockings, lifted her ass with his hand, and slipped the belt down off her hips and whisked it off her legs. "There's one thing missing. Don't go away."