"Mama wants a nice sucking," she purred, pressing his face closer and closer to her crotch. Finally his ups met her body and he kissed her there, tasting the sweetness of the feminine fluids which saturated her pantyhose. He looked up at her.
"I want to, Julie…"
"Go ahead," she said, thrusting her hips up to him.
"But you're wearing…"
"Bite them off! Eat through them!" She commanded him – he had no choice.
Terry put his lips on her thigh and bit into her pantyhose. He pulled back, and they ripped. They ran all the way up to her crotch, and left a hole where he had bit…
"That's it, find my pussy," Julie said, pressing his face to her other thigh. He bit and pulled, bit and pulled, shredding her sheer hose all along her legs.
But there was still the seam that ran along her pussy lips – it was as if the final patch of material guarded her beautiful hot cunt – and Terry took, it in his lips and bit hard and pulled.
"Jesus!" Julie screamed as he pulled his head away with the ripping material. He had pulled out a few of her pubic hairs, but the pain only increased her excitement.
His, too. He ripped the last of the shredded nylon from her body, looked at her full, luscious cunt, and stuffed his head between her legs.
She spread farther and pushed up with her ass. She knew this was his first time, and she knew she would be a good teacher. "Do like mama says," she whispered, as he licked up and down her cunt lips, lapping like a little dog.
"Spread my pussy with your fingers," she said.
He moved his hands up and pulled her cunt open. He was fascinated – it looked just like the ones he'd seen in the books: the red, hot, wet folds, the hard little clit, the soft velvety lips and the thick hair that surrounded it.
"Now put your tongue in and give my clitoris a good working, lightly," she ordered.
He moved to her cunt lips, fitting his mouth there, and let his tongue slide up the warm passage. Her pussy hugged him lovingly as he searched for the hardness of her womanly clit. At that moment, as he started toying with it with his tongue, as she moaned and sighed in pleasure, he thought about Ron – did Ron do tins to her? He wondered what it was like to see Ron and Julie making love. He wondered how big Ron's cock was compared with his. He wondered if Ron liked having Julie fingerfuck his ass, like she had done to him. He wondered if Julie liked to get fucked in the ass. He'd seen many pictures of guys with their cocks up girls' assholes – he wondered what it would be like to put his cock up Julie's asshole.
"That's it honey, oh, that's it…" She clawed his shoulders and pulled his hair. He was moving like an expert now – sliding his full tongue in and out of her cunt, sucking at the same time, fucking her with his mouth. He didn't need any further instruction, only a little imagination and a little instinct. Man and women were born to fuck and suck. He really understood that now.
"Harder, Terry, harder," she moaned, pumping her hips in the air, forcing his face even farther between her legs. Terry fucked her with his tongue as he rubbed his hard cock against the bottom of the sofa. "I'm gonna come, you little doll! Jesus, Terry, I'm gonna come!"
And then Terry felt the woman's orgasm – which surprised him. She shook violently, as violently as he ever had, and kicked her feet into the air with a scream of delight. Her cunt seemed to contract and open up, again and again. He felt more liquid in his mouth, and he tasted more of the sweet fluid that ran from deep within her. She pulled his shaggy hair almost out of his head, and then suddenly let go as it was over.
Terry lifted his face. He was as wet as she had been, but he didn't care. She sat up and pulled his face to hers, and they kissed – a long, passionate, tongue-fucking kiss – and rubbed their faces together in the wetness of her orgasm. Then Terry fell back on the floor, panting. "Oh God, what an afternoon!"
"I'm gonna suck you off again," she said, and jumped down to the floor on her hands and knees.
"Julie, you don't have to do that," Terry said, but she already was opening his pants.
"Give me that big cock of yours and I'll have it drained in thirty seconds." She pulled his dick out and went down on it in one fast move. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and her hand pulling his big balls up out of his fly.
He pumped his hips. She stroked his dick with her lips, pulling, twisting her tongue over the head with each stroke, while her hand pumped the shaft of his long organ.
"Oh Jesus, I'm going to come…" Terry shut his eyes and held his breath. It happened easily, softly. His cock flooded her mouth with jism and she took it all, draining him just as she had said she would, but faster than she could have expected.
He lay, there panting as she stood up and straightened her dress. "Best-tasting cum I've ever had," she said as she combed her long hair.
Terry got up and pushed his cock back in his pants. As he zipped up the fly, Julie grabbed a pen and made X's where he was to sign the documents. "Your name, please," she said with a grin.
Be signed them and she slid them into her briefcase. "I have to run, late already," she said, grabbing her purse. She didn't give Terry time to ask, anything or even say anything. He wanted to talk about what had happened, what would happen in the future, but she was already leaving…
"I'll give you a call," she said, and then kissed him lightly on his cheek.
Terry nodded and opened the door.
"Oh," Julie said as she was walking out, "was I a better blow than the hair dryer?"
Terry couldn't answer. He stood there laughing as Julie walked down the hall.
He closed the door and looked down to his jeans. There was a big wet spot on his crotch. Then he sat on the sofa and picked up one of the pieces of Julie's pantyhose which were lying around all over the place and said, "I don't fucking believe it."
CHAPTER SIX
Lindy Travis said exactly the same thing to herself the night before her departure for Vegas. Ron and Julie came over, took her to dinner, and went back to her apartment for drinks. When Ron went into the kitchen to get ice, Julie turned to Lindy and asked, "Did you dig fucking him?"
Lindy turned purple. She didn't know what to say.
"Ron. Did you like it?" Julie insisted, as if they were talking about the weather.
"You know?" Lindy asked, shocked.
"Of course," Julie said, lounging back on the couch.
"He told you?"
Julie nodded, her eyes expressionless.
"My God," Lindy murmured as Ron came back into the room.
"Here's the ice," Ron said, setting the bucket down on the coffee table. "You sure put it away for a girl your age," he told Lindy, who was refilling her glass with Scotch.
"I need it!" Lindy said, throwing a secret glance at Julie, sharing their common knowledge…
Julie and Lindy talked a bit about their plans for the next day. They would meet and go together, to the airport where Ron had scheduled a few photographers to be present. He was making the moat of this situation. Julie was going to accompany Lindy, and Ron would join them the day before the opening. He had things to get settled for Terry before he left.
"Oh, damn," Lindy said.
"What?" Ron asked…
"Mentioning Terry – that reminds me I haven't had a chance to call him. I promised." She truly had forgotten to call, although every night she climbed into her bed – with or without Gerry – she had thought of Terry Peerce and made a mental note to call him the next day. With all the rush and rehearsals, she'd forgotten.
"Hey, maybe I'll bring him to Vegas. He deserves a vacation," Ron said, his eyes bright, as they always were when he had an idea for publicity.
"Yes," Julie added, equally as brightly, "it would be great for the press – couple that with the party notices and we've got a romance brewing between the two!"
"Fantastic! We can have her dedicate a song to him when she opens. That'll clinch it…"