"Well, all… all this sort of got nit going!" I smiled at her. I wondered how the hell I was going to get her to let Todd leave her office, now that she had gotten a sample of what a real 'dork' could do for her. But I need not have worried. With that positive attitude of his – when his mind is made up about something – he stood up and reached for his clothes. He handed me mine, and was dressed even before I had fumbled into my clothes.
He bowed and kissed her hand very gallantly, thought. "Good afternoon, my dear," he said gravely. "We really must be going. It has been sheer delight to serve such an excellent customer."
When he closed the door behind us, her hand was still up in the air. She had looked so surprised and bewildered at our fast exit, I felt sorry for him.
"You will hear from her again, you know," and I grinned at Todd as we briskly walked out to the parking lot. "You gave her a sample of what a real dork can do for someone like her. And you still have another cunt to take care of, darling."
"Make yourself a memo to speak to me about that tomorrow," he grinned.
I griped and grumbled all the way home, but I might as well have been complaining to a deaf man. He opened the car door for me, kissed me very sweetly and patted my hot ass, but he would not do a single thing more. He had had it for today, I realized. He scooted me, toward my front door and waved cheerfully as he eased himself gently down on his car seat.
Oh, well. Can't win all the time, I told myself. But my pussy was still on fire! I had to go find a hard cock, somewhere.
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my pussy tenderly and trying to think.
Roger's car was parked beside mine, but it isn't empty. I stared in amazement at two sets of male feet sticking out of the windows, one on side of the car. The toes were pointed down to the ground, wriggling and wiggling. I stood quietly and listened.
I walked around to the driver's side and peeked in the car. The three of them were naked as the day they were born. The sedan smelled like a whorehouse on a Saturday night – it reeked of hot pussy and sweaty male bodies. I slipped my hand under Roger's strong legs and grabbed him by his hard cock, right through the open window.
"Good evening, brother dear," I said.
"Huh! Oh… oh… Sis. Hi! What's new?" Then he got mad. "Judy, damn it, you scared me so badly that I nearly peed all over myself!"
I looked at the other two sets of round eyes peering at me in the gloomy darkness. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Roger honey?" I asked sweetly.
"Oh double shit!" he groaned. "Well… are you going to tell Mom about this?" I shook my head. He blew his cheeks out in a long sigh of relief. "Uh… this is Penelope and, and Richie, my buddy. We were just…"
I opened the back door and crawled in the car. "I know what you were doing. Sexual research, huh?"
The kooky girl snapped her gum and giggled, coming up on her knees and turning around to look at me, sitting with my legs wide open and smiling back at her.
"We were gonna fuck," she snickered. "You wanna play, too? I'll lend Richie to yuh, if yuh want him. He's got a super cock, honest! Hey, Richie, climb in back and show her what you got. Go on, scaredy cat. She won't bite you. Will you?" She grinned at me.
I looked at Roger and slowly shook my head. "Where did you find this shy little creature, Roger?" I asked him with wonder in my voice.
"She sits behind me in Math class, Sis. Are-are you really going to screw Richie. Can we watch?"
"Aw, come on, Roger," she complained. "I don't wanna watch. I wanna do it! It's your turn to suck my pussy, anyway. Richie don't do it right. He can't make me come at all."
She flopped down on the seat. I saw her heel come up and hook firmly over the edge. Roger disappeared like he'd fallen down an elevator shaft.
"Oooooo," she giggled. "Now that's pussy sucking!"
I sighed. What my hot cunt would do to get itself satisfied! If our parents heard her wild giggles and came out to the garage, we were all dead! I looked over at Richie, looking at me and holding his stiff cock in a very nervous hand.
"Well," I smiled. "Shall we fuck?"
He swallowed hard, twice. Then he moved so fast that he had me flat on the seat with my skirt up over my stomach and his cock nearly punching holes in the upholstery before I could say another word. I shifted around and got my legs open wide enough for him to find my hole. Then I gasped and stopped thinking of him as a horny child. The boy had a man's cock, and it was hard and it was strong, and it was fucking my pussy so hard my teeth rattled.
"Jesus, Richie, take it easy," I muttered. "Slow down. Ah! Stroke. Stroke. Push deeper! Mmmmmm. Who the hell taught you to fuck? Never mind. You learned real well."
I grabbed his hard-muscled butt and dug my nails into his hide. He never felt a thing. He didn't know a damn thing about really making love to a female, but Lord, could he fuck a cunt! He had me hanging onto the seat, panting and grabbing his ass tighter and tighter. I kicked my feet against the car door as my pussy at long last got the stiff cock it had been screaming for. He screwed like 'coming' was a word he had never heard in all his young life. He didn't try to kiss me or play with my tits or finger my raging clit. He just screwed and screwed, soundlessly but steadily. By the time he had made me come for the third time, my arms lay limp on the seat and my body flopped around like a rag doll. This kid must run on pure Spanish Fly! I thought to myself. My cunt was getting tender from his cock slamming into it.
"Richie. Richie, honey. Why don't you and Bubblehead, up front there, get together? Roger must be ready for a rest. Easy, boy. Listen to me, Goddaammmmiiiiit!"
He reluctantly got up and scrambled over the seat, falling on Roger and his chick. I eased out of the car, wiping the sweat from my face and trying to iron out some of the wrinkles in my beat-up skirt.
Let them fuck themselves silly! I was satisfied, in a weird sort of way. At least, my clit had tucked itself back 'home', and was being quiet. It had been a long day, and who knew what tomorrow would bring? Time to hit the day, I thought as I trudged back to my room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I woke up with a start. My alarm clock hadn't buzzed me awake. I grabbed it and stared, fuzzily, at the hands. Ten o'clock! I'd been so knocked out when I tumbled into bed, I had not even set the alarm!
But what was that ringing in my ears? Where was everyone? The house was quiet as a tomb. Whoever was punching the door bell would not give up.
I shuffled down the hall, wrapping my short robe around my nakedness. I cursed all early callers in the world. As punchy as I was, my pussy was wide awake. Was I always going to be hot to fuck, every waking minute? Well, there were worse things that could happen to me. My hand slipped under my robe and cupped my moist pussy.
The salesman at the door launched into a long story about the 'Wonder Pads' he was selling, mumbling something through the screen door about how they would improve any woman's figure when they were tucked into the sides of her bra. He spoke with a pronounced lisp, and his gestures, waving the bra pads at me, were as feminine as if he'd been wearing heels and hose. His hair was dyed a fruity blonde color and marcelled into tight little ringlets. He never seemed to notice that my robe was more than half-open, and that I was still fingering my jumpy clit.
Well, shit! I thought. I'm so late already, what's another few minutes? I was curious about his damn bra pads. They just might be something P.F.P. could wholesale. Even though the family was out, what harm could this gay huckster do?
I opened the door and motioned him to come on in. Why, I don't know, but I padded back down the hall to my bedroom. He swished right behind me into the room, babbling about how my breasts would be charmingly and excitingly re-shaped when pushed together by his marvelous product. Already, I was growing tired of hearing his high-pitched chatter.