Terry got to her feet and looked around for her clothes. "All real women do, Artie," she said as she stepped into her skirt. "All real women do."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everyone in the department was aware that Artie had a crush on Terry. He hung around her desk whenever he wasn't busy and even his father teased him. Terry was secretly flattered, but didn't encourage him. She fucked him occasionally, but didn't intend to make it a habit. He was cute and sweet, but not a substitute for a mature man.
One day a teenage boy, no more than fourteen, came to the office and asked for Artie.
Terry glanced up and gazed into the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen.
"Artie's away from the office for a few minutes," she said. "But you just sit right down and wait for him. He won't be long." The boy shuffled over to the row of guest chairs and sat down. He dug the scuffed toe of one sneaker into the carpet and blushed as Terry tried to make him relax.
She was glad when Artie returned and introduced her to the boy. "This is my cousin, Billy," he said. "Say hello to Terry, Billy."
The boy stood up and gawked at Terry. He mumbled something she couldn't hear and continued staring at the floor.
"He's kind of nervous," Artie said. "I told him how pretty you are."
"Maybe he'd like a cold drink," she said. "Why don't you take him into the cafeteria. Here's some quarters. The Cokes are on me. You'll have the place to yourselves right about now too. And when I'm through, I'll come by and pick you boys up and give you a lift home. Would you like that?"
"Sure," Artie said, his eyes boring into her tits.
They left the office and Terry spent the rest of the afternoon typing sales reports. By the time five o'clock came, she was glad to leave. She covered her typewriter and grabbed her purse. She almost forgot she told the boys she would meet them in the cafeteria and give them a lift home. She had a date later with Bill Dunlap and she was glad for the company. Her date was late. Bill bowled with a league and wasn't picking her up until ten.
When she arrived at the cafeteria, the boys were slouched down in chairs snickering. And the moment she walked into the room they stopped laughing.
"Ready, kids," she said brightly.
The teenagers didn't move. Artie blushed and took a deep breath as he smirked at his cousin. "I told Billy about us," he said, a touch of pride in his voice.
"You told him about what?" she said.
"I told him about us," the boy repeated.
"There is no us," she giggled. "And I certainly hope you haven't told anyone else anything."
"Aw, gee, Terry," Artie said. "You know what I mean."
"I do," she said sternly. "And I'm not sure I like your blabbing."
Billy looked away. He blushed furiously and Terry could see he had a good-sized hard-on in his crotch. And she suddenly realized the boy's visit had been part of a plan.
"What exactly did you tell him?" she said to Artie.
The boy grinned and moved closer to the brunette. "I told him you had a good tight cunt," he said.
"Oh, swell," she said, her hands on her hips and one foot thrust forward. "And I suppose you told him I'd fuck him too."
"Well," Artie said. "I didn't make any promises."
Terry mulled it over in her mind and decided there would be no harm if she had a little fun with the two boys. Billy was practically a baby. But the bulge in his crotch looked very interesting. And she did have a long evening before her date with Bill.
"Okay, boys," she said, moving into the room. "Why not?"
She took each boy by the hand and led them into a private dining room to the side of the cafeteria. It was reserved for the top executives and there was little likelihood they'd be disturbed.
Once they were in the room, she wiggled out of her skirt. "Come on, kids," she said. "You asked for it. Now strip!"
The two boys quickly tugged their shoes off. But then Billy sat down and watched the others. Terry noticed he wasn't stripping and she gazed at Artie and raised her eyebrows.
"What's with the kid?" she said. "He's scared," Artie said.
"Why?" she said.
"He's never done it before," Artie said. Billy turned away and bit his lip.
"Oh, my God!" Terry hissed.
She moved to Billy's side and took his hand. She wrapped her arms around him and stuck her tits into his chest. "You have nothing to be afraid of," she whispered in his ear. "I'll show you what to do. And I can tell you've got a nice big prick," she breathed, glancing down at his crotch. Artie snickered as she planted a kiss on the boy's lips, but she ignored him. Billy groaned softly as she ran her hand over his fly. "May I take it out?" she said.
"Yeah, sure," he croaked.
"I promise you, everything's going to be just fine," she said, rubbing her tits against his arm and giving Artie a dirty look.
If she'd known the kid was a virgin she wouldn't have started anything. But now that she'd gone this far, there was no turning back. Damn Artie! she thought.
Terry reached down and unzipped Billy's jeans. He gazed at her intently as she reached inside and grasped his cock. He sucked in his breath as her fingers encircled his half-stiff fuckpole. He swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding hers.
She pulled his cock out of his fly and squeezed hard on his root. "You've got a lovely cock, honey," she said, strangely excited by the feel of his teenage prick in her hand. "Really, you do. You're going to make a lot of girls happy with it."
He smiled and blushed as she held his cockhead against the palm of her hand and smeared his fuck-cream onto her skin. She leaned down and licked the cream from her palm and smiled up at the boy.
"Even your cream tastes good," she said. "Not every boy's cream tastes good. It takes a real man to have good-tasting spunk."
He made a strange sound in his throat and Terry unbuckled his belt and yanked his jeans down to his ankles. She stuck her tongue out at Artie who was sitting back and watching as she began licking Billy's cock and balls.
She urged him to sit down and she crouched between his legs and ran the tip of her tongue over his balls. He groaned as she wet down his nuts and moved her lips over his prick-head.
Now Artie moved his chair close to Billy's. He was naked from the waist down and was toying with his dick. Terry stretched her lips wide and sucked half of Billy's fuck-tube into her mouth before releasing it and turning to Artie with a teasing grin.
"Did you want something, Artie?" she said. The boy gulped and pointed his cock in her direction. "Shit, Terry, aren't you gonna suck me too?"
"Well, I don't know," she said. "Maybe I will and maybe I won't."
She turned her attention back to Billy. She knew she would suck Artie's cock before she was through. Suck it and fuck it. But for now she wanted to tease him. He had tricked her, after all, and she was determined to punish him.
Now she pressed her face into Billy's cockbush and breathed in his half-man half-boy fragrance.
"Can I suck your cunt while you're blowin' him?" Artie suddenly said.
"How do you plan on doing that?" she said over her shoulder.
Artie crouched down on the floor behind her and wedged his face under her crotch.
"There's plenty of room," he said as she spread her thighs apart and stuck her bare ass against his face.
"So there is," she giggled, hungrily sucking Billy's prick back into her mouth as Artie held her ass and ran his tongue over her gaping slit.
She took Billy's entire fuckpole into her mouth, bobbing her head as Artie's tongue stabbed her snatch. She trembled as he licked around the crevices of her cunt and plunged the tip of his tongue into her cunthole.
He lapped wetly at her gash. She sucked gluttonously on Billy's boner while Artie tongue fucked her cunt. He burrowed his face against her crotch and she felt her pussy-hole clamp down on his tongue-root.