"You won't go back on your word, Holly?" Frank asked. He wiped his finger with a tissue and stood up.
"Promise me you will put in only what I can take?"
"I promise, Holly."
"When do you want to do it that way?"
"Next Wednesday."
"All right." Holly adjusted her skirt. "You said a thousand?"
"Of course."
Holly laughed. "I'll take it!"
Frank started to walk toward the office bathroom. He turned and said, "Have a good vacation, Holly."
"I will, Mr. Kazarra, if your cock doesn't send me to the hospital!"
"Don't worry about that-we'll do it easy," Frank went to the bathroom door. When he opened it he said, "Take the rest of the day off, Holly. Let your husband suck my come off your twat before it dries."
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-tonight he'll even suck my ass!"
"Don't forget your cunt, Holly."
"Jim would never neglect that! I told you he's the best cuntlapper in the world!"
"Amen!" Frank said just before he disappeared into the bathroom.
So with her cheeks rosy and every strand of hair still in place, Holly Martin went home to her husband.
Chapter 11
Alone in her apartment waiting for Keith, Bettina was surprised to find that she was excited by the fact that she was going to suck a virgin prick.
Had she ever? She doubted the fact. Most boys like Keith were hung up on sex, and the percentage was too high to believe that many were running around who had never stuck their dicks into a girl's twat. Sex was too openly used these days to find a virgin of the male gender.
Tonight would be sensational for Keith because she would make it so-but had he ever had his cock sucked? Her thoughts were alive as she paraded alone in her apartment wearing nothing but a pair of white ballet slippers.
When the chimes finally rang she looked through the little spy glass in the door to make sure Keith was there. She wanted to shock him and she succeeded. Keith's mouth seemed to fall open as he saw the naked vision.
Bettina had to draw him quickly into the hallway; he seemed not only speechless but also immobile. She closed the door and locked it. Turning to Keith she said as she raised her arms upward, "Kiss my tits!"
With trembling eagerness Keith kissed first one red nipple and then the other. Bettina's breasts were beauties with a deep pink areola circling each red papilla.
"Now suck on them," Bettina ordered.
In her nakedness, with her arms raised, she was superb. She had the short trunk and long legs of the professional dancer. Her flesh was, for a redhead, flawless. A pinkish glow seemed to shine through the skin, making the flesh as sweet as a baby's.
The raised arms gave erotic impact to her breasts as Keith continued to suck on the swollen tidbits. A picture came to his mind: he could see the famous starlet singing into a microphone. Her left arm had been raised in the same way Bettina's was now. Then he had imagined himself licking her armpit with the flat of his tongue. He had slowly moved his tongue over the muscular contour until he reached the place where her breast began.
Moving his tongue down and under the singer's breast he had, in his dream, stiffened his tongue to see if he could push the breast upward. All his tongue had done was slide upward to the nipple which he sucked on in his fantasy as he was now sucking on Bettina's in reality.
Keith was equally as fascinated by Bettina's left armpit now as he had been when seeing the singer on television. His cock had become extremely turgid as he sucked on the red nipples. And now he wanted to lick Bettina's armpit!
At last he got up the courage to stop his nipple sucking to say, "Bettina, I want to ask you something."
Bettina lowered her arms. "Tell me."
Still a bit shy and panic-stricken, Keith stuttered in his embarrassment. "Would you mind if I licked your armpit?"
Bettina laughed as Keith's cheeks reddened. "Whatever for, pet?"
"I just want to, that's all."
"Why not?" Bettina said. "If you want to play, we'll play. Take all your clothes off."
Keith shed his clothes quickly, leaving them on the floor where he was standing. He followed Bettina as she moved ahead of him into the center of the studio. The lamps on the end tables cast fascinating light over the large room.
From where she stood Bettina could see into the mirror on the south wall of the room. She turned sideway to it and asked, "Which armpit does my pet want to lick?"
"The left one," Keith said. It was the armpit away from the mirror.
Bettina raised her left arm and Keith moved to her side. And just as he had fantasized the singer, he now licked an armpit in reality.
When his moist tongue touched her, Bettina giggled. "It tickles," she said.
Keith licked the armpit with a lot more fervor than he had done in his dream.
"How does it taste?" Bettina asked.
Keith licked on, not answering.
"How does it smell?" she asked.
Keith moved his tongue over the muscular bulge and slowly down the outline of Bettina's left breast.
"Mercy, that does feel good," Bettina said, shivering at the touch of Keith's tongue.
Keith got his tongue under the breast and stiffened it. He tried to lift the breast, but all his lingual effort did was to slide his tongue up the fancy tit to the red nipple.
"Mercy," Bettina said. She watched the bodies in the mirror and with her left hand felt the stiff prick. At the touch of the hand on his cock Keith's body twitched.
"Oh!" he exclaimed and the word came out muffled. The red nipple was still in his mouth.
Bettina caressed the prick lightly, her fingers barely touching the red head that kept so close to Keith's belly. It was all that was needed to make the cock spit in Bettina's hand.
"Damn it, Keith!" she said. "How are you ever going to be a man when a little fondling makes that thing go off?"
Keith was breathing heavily on Bettina's breast as his spasms blew more come into her hand. She held onto the prick until it became quiet. Then she squeezed on it and pulled.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go to the bathroom so we can clean up this mess."
With his cock tightly held in Bettina's hand Keith could do nothing but follow her to the bathroom where she released him.
"Wash that stuck-up prick good," she said, starting to wash her hands. "I have plans for it."
While Bettina dried her hands Keith ran warm water into the lavatory. He wet a soft washcloth and soaped it with a finely scented soap.
"Here, let me have that," Bettina said.
Taking the cloth from Keith she washed Keith's soft prick with a great deal of delight. "This is a sweet little thing," she said. "Want me to kiss it?"
"You would?" Keith asked, seeming amazed that a girl would do that to him.
"Why not?" Bettina rinsed Keith's balls and cock. After she dried them gently, she knelt down on the carpet, holding the towel in her hand, and kissed the little cock that was beginning to swell again.
"Mercy," she said, "it's a beauty. It isn't tired at all!"
With that saying she put the prick into her mouth and gave it a skillful sucking. It wasn't more than a minute before the come shot into her mouth. She spit the semen into the towel and held the towel over the prick.
"Damn it, Keith! Can't you control that thing?" she said.
Keith tried to subdue his heavy breathing. "I'm sorry, Bettina," he managed to say. "You can't expect it not to shoot its load when it's the first time it's been sucked on!"
"Mercy!" Bettina said. "You are a virgin- not sucked on at all?"
"No," Keith said.
"Hasn't any man or boy wanted to suck on it when you were growing up?"
"Never!" Keith said.