Sherri looked up at him nervously.
"Oh, I could never do that," the young girl said innocently.
"You'll learn to love it," he insisted. "All you have to do is get right in there and suck it."
She moved down to his ass crack. And then she spread his muscular cheeks apart and slowly ran her warm tongue along the silky under flesh leading to his asshole.
"Go ahead," he said when she hesitated.
Licking along his asshole which was just as tender and free of hair as his balls, she licked higher and higher until her lips touched the burning, puckered bud of his rectum. Then she fiercely started making oral love to his asshole. She spread his tight anal lips and poked her tongue deeper as she felt him switching and expanding the entry, driving her wild. She was eager to be debased even further, her cunt growing newly wet and quivering with the rage of the moment, beginning to writhe and squirm as she rimmed him.
"Lick my ass," he begged her. "Suck it. That's what I want."
Then he turned over on his belly, pulling her upwards by the legs while he zoomed fast forward until his thirsting lips were buried in her hotly throbbing crotch. He sank his spread-out ass down over her face, while he sucked her pussy voraciously.
Sherri had heard about sixty-nine sex, but she never knew it could be quite as exciting as this.
"Lick it," he told her as she continued her lewd performance, plunging her tongue up her lover's throbbing asshole while he sucked on her juicy, hot cunt.
The two of them sucked with the devastating ferocity of wild, uninhibited animals of lust. Sherri bucked crazily up and down, going half spastic and frantic because her first orgasm was taking her by surprise. She couldn't bear to remove her lips from Ken's hot asshole, as she went on twisting her butt around while she was being sucked. It was the most arousing moment of her life.
Ken and Sherri were sucking hard now, getting so excited they could hardly stand it. He was lost in the groaning abyss as he twitched his ass in Sherri's face while he simultaneously kept his warm full lips glued to her bubbly vagina, his massive body shuddering and squirming. Sherri's tongue was still jammed deep up his ass and she was pulling at his balls.
Sherri knew that Ken would be shooting his load soon. But she went right on sucking his ass until he begged her to lick his prick. At that point she pulled her tongue from his rectum and began licking his cock.
With lips suction-cup tight to her vagina, Ken tasted her. Deeper and deeper his tongue drove as she ground her crotch in his face. At the same time he plunged his prick between her hungry lips. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer until he would jolt his juices down her throat. Ken wanted to shoot his thick, musky semen, splashing against her tongue as she swallowed and drained his salty sperm and groaned for still more.
Clasping his ass cheeks she begged him to fuck her face.
"Suck me, suck me," he panted as he pumped it down her throat.
More sperm shot from his cock head while he went back to licking at her pussy. Sherri loved the sensation of his tongue sliding madly around her cuntal walls. He held onto her ass cheeks and squeezed them until they were red as he kept tongue fucking her, nibbling at her clitoris. Soon the two of them were cuming. At the moment he shot his wad down her throat, she juiced in his mouth. They sucked at each other this way, until finally Ken pulled off.
As they lay there in the back seat of the car, he looked at her lustfully.
"Ohhh, Sherri," he told her, "you really drove me out of my mind today."
"Ken," she replied, "you never made such a fuss about me."
Silently Ken looked at her. He knew why. He remembered all too well the moment when he'd seen her bending over. Catching sight of her milky white thighs and her blue nylon panties had stimulated him to the point where he knew he had to fuck her. But he couldn't tell her what had started it all. The vague look in his eyes bothered her. She knew that he was keeping back something but she couldn't figure out what.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked him as he lay there naked.
"About how beautiful you are," Ken said, playing with her nipples.
Then he bent over and sucked on her breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Ken," she whispered, "maybe you and I should go steady. I mean, we've been awfully intimate tonight."
Ken pulled away from her breasts and looked at her disdainfully.
"I'm not going steady with anybody," he told her. "I'm gonna play the field. I'm too young to get serious."
A hurt look surfaced on Sherri's face.
"That's real nice," she told him. "I do everything for you, and you give me the shaft."
The moment she said the "shaft" Ken thought of sticking his prick up her behind. But when he suggested that to her she was furious.
"You've got perverted ideas," she told him. "You take me home, Ken."
He realized he had suggested one thing too many.
"All right," he agreed as he reached for his shorts and slipped into them.
Sherri got dressed and then the two of them got back into the front seat of the car. As Ken drove her back to her home she was quiet.
"Good night," he smiled at Sherri as she left him without saying a word.
It had been quite a night, Ken thought to himself. And all because of a pair of blue sheer nylon panties.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ken never did find it easy to stay with one girl for long. They all held so much appeal that he constantly found himself looking for another woman to satisfy him.
Figuring that perhaps he could latch onto another older woman, he decided to visit a divorcee who lived a couple of blocks from his house. Deciding he would go up to the door and try to get work to get acquainted with her, he hesitated. He noticed that every shutter in the house was closed. Apparently she didn't trust anybody. However, he was not afraid to make a real play to get in.
When the divorcee appeared at the door, she didn't hesitate to tell him how happy she was to have him help her.
"Ever since my husband left me," she confided, "I've been at a loss to get some jobs done. As a matter of fact, I have a small painting job in the bathroom that I really wish you could take care of."
"Yes, Mrs. Allan," he told her, "I'll be glad to paint the bathroom for you. If you have the paint I could begin right now."
Brenda Allan was more than happy to give him an opportunity to assist her.
"Certainly," she told him, "come right in."
Brenda didn't take long to get the paint on the back porch. Placing some plastic covers on the bathroom floor, she began taking all the pictures down from the walls.
"You'd better wash it today," she suggested, "and put the paint on tomorrow."
Ken agreed that he would do it – but he hesitated for a moment.
"I didn't bring my work clothes with me," he told her.
"You don't need any work clothes," she suggested coyly. "You could just wear your shorts. That is, if you want to start today."
Ken definitely wanted to start and he didn't hesitate to tell her how pleased he was at the opportunity to work for her.
Peeling off his T-shirt when she showed him into the guest bedroom, he proceeded to slide out of his pants. As he did so he noticed her bending over in a corner closet. And he caught sight of her pink panties. He could almost see the curly pubic hair around her mound as she remained in this position for an erotic instant. Turning around, she saw that he was flushed and embarrassed. Finally she realized Ken was getting excited looking at her.
"Don't look at me like that," she laughed.
Ken was determined that Brenda Allan was going to have sex with him one way or another. He took the bucket that she gave him and filled it with water. She added some soap so he could get the walls clean.