Tim's groans of pleasure were echoed by her own sputtered mewls, Jo knew that he liked what she was doing to him, and she liked it too. But she had to have something more. The fire in her own loins was unquenched. It was not even beingg fought. She had to have contact from him on her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers on her clitoris and pussy.
Still sucking in wild abandon, Jo seized one of the boy's hands from the top of her head. She shifted the position of her body, then guided it urgently down to the hem of the short miniskirt and up beneath it.
"Put your hand in my panties and feel me up," she mumbled around the cock plunging into, her mouth. "Touch my pussy. Finger-fuck my pussy the way you did that first night."
Jesus, Tim thought. She was really begging for it. And he was only glad to give it. Flexing his cock deep in his beautiful partner's mouth, he pushed her skirt completely up off her buttocks, then slid his hand down into the tight elastic waistband of her panties, grazing through the soft golden pubic hairs to stroke up and down the narrow slit of her now wildly throbbing cunt.
Another racking shudder passed through Jo's body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to. She wondered if anything could ever be more depraved than what she was doing now, but she sucked even more greedily at Tim's pulsing penis, swirling her tongue again and again around its hot, slender length. Then she felt his finger begin to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it to quick rigidity so it quivered with need beneath his obscenely stroking fingers to send new thrills of delight streaking through her lustfully excited body.
Now completely lost in her passion, Jo swayed wildly on the car seat, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving as her face met the lunging boy's cock plunging up into her mouth. She felt his fingers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet opening between her thighs, parting the lips as they began to ease up into her sensitive cuntal orifice and match her sucking movements with a deep sawing in and out between the clasping hair-lined lips.
She squirmed back and forth on his invading finger as the flames in her loins burned hotter. Her whole body ached and tingled with desire, her blood seethed and boiled as the young boy's response to her continued masochistic sucking further increased. And she began to long for the imminent moment when the manipulations of her mouth on his' cock would become more than he could resist, when the dam on his desire would break and he would lose the last remnants of control, and his hot adolescent come would spurt forth to fulfill her most depraved and secret longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else except the cock that filled it. Her own warm vaginal secretions were beginning to seep down around her lover's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her own inevitable climax. She increased the gyrations of her lurching buttocks, working back and forth on the boy's violating finger until she knew she could not contain her joy, knew she would have an orgasm within seconds.
And with that realization, Jo encircled her lips even more tightly around Tim's throbbing young cock-shaft. Then she felt a ripple of sheer ecstasy shoot through his body. He groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into her surrendered mouth, his whole body trembling and jerking wildly. And then, not two seconds later, she tasted the first hot, thick droplets of his come shooting into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, gobbling down every drop of his precious sperm.
At the same time, the teenager fucked into her cunt with his finger, displaying an expertise that belied his years, spearing deeper and deeper inside her clasping cuntal passage to-send new waves of excitement rolling across her completely submissive and subjugated flesh, shattering and racking her as she drifted in a state of final consuming oblivion.
Together the two of them rose to heights of ecstasy neither had ever known alone. There was a long final shudder of joy rippling through them back and forth from one to the other before they subsided in exhausted pleasure, and Jo heard Tim's deep satisfied sigh echoed by a deep sigh of her own.
She let his penis slip from her mouth and straightened up, gazing still deliriously out at the moonlight dancing on the lake. It was some time later when she found the presence of mind to pull down her skirt. Then she started the car and pulled back onto the lakeside road, by which they eventually reached the freeway which took them to the southern edge of town where Tim lived. At his suggestion, she stopped a block from his house and let him off after a brief but passionate good-night kiss. Too satisfied and happy to bother feeling ashamed, Jo drove back to her apartment and parked outside.
It was a long time before she went on into the apartment and slept
The days that followed dragged by. She kept telling herself that she would get over her obsession for Tim, but the lust remained, regardless. Her wanton sucking of Tim's cock had proved the catalyst to a profound transformation of the young boy's character. She could see in his bearing an increased confidence. With a twinge of jealousy, she watched him occasionally when she could spy on him. He was flirting with girls now. He seemed more natural in the presence of the other boys around.
It was on Wednesday that the telephone finally rang. "Hello, Miss Daniels. I was thinking… I might stop by your apartment tonight."
Jo smiled to herself. "Yes, Tim. I'd like to… see you."
"I'll come around after work."
"Ill be waiting."
The waiting that night was almost unbearable Jo sat on the couch and nursed a whiskey watching the minutes tick away on the clock. She finished the first whiskey, then went to the kitchen for another. Eight came and passed Then eight-thirty. Any minute now, she thought. But it was five minutes after nine before the doorbell finally rang and she got up and hurried to answer it, looking warmly down at the young boy as he came past her through the foyer and into the living room.
They faced each other in the center of the floor. The youth's eyes wandered unreservedly over her body as outlined in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. Then Tim stood on his tiptoes reaching up to seize her shoulders, his nails digging almost painfully into her flesh through the cotton material. He pulled her aggressively to him, crashing her breasts against his chest, letting his hands rove down her back to squeeze and fondle the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Already the slender blonde was trembling with uncontrollable lust, responding eagerly to the teenager's pawing hands, reveling in the rising of her perverted pleasure. Hungrily she lowered her face and pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting between his teeth to eagerly explore his mouth. Then, drawing back, she glanced down and saw the already rigidly looming hardness bulging up in his trousers and her hand moved swiftly down to find his throbbing cock. She stroked it forcibly, lewdly and sensuously, feeling it grow even larger and harder beneath her caress. A wild excitement flowing uncontained through her body, she unzipped his fly and inserted her hand in his trousers, taking his rigid erection in her fingers, squeezing and tugging at it and raking her nails up and down so hard the young boy gasped aloud.
Jo was really breathing heavily now, already longing for the moment when Tim would begin to undress her, unbutton her blouse and reach his hand beneath her white blouse, slip it into the skimpy cups of the lacy brassiere she wore to knead and fondle her soft white breasts, to tease and coax her nipples into hard throbbing buds of desire. But just as she thought he was about to do this, he pulled suddenly from her, looking a her in a way she'd never seen before during the times they'd been together.