Leslie hadn't any idea sucking could be so wonderful!
She felt like having a cigarette. Slipping on her robe, she took the cigarette from her bureau and went into the kitchen to smoke it. She glanced at the electric clock and couldn't believe that it was only ten o'clock. How swiftly the time had flown during their lovemaking, and also, how much the whole affair seemed to have been in slow motion. She could still feel his tongue penetrating her moist pussy. She loved it when he bit on her thighs. She was positively ecstatic when he sucked her bare toes and licked all over her feet. Her little toes still felt tingly.
She lit the cigarette. Then she went, to the fridge and got out the bottle of wine they'd shared at dinner. It was still one-third full. She poured herself a glass. She sat down. She took off the robe. She loved being naked!
She pulled the telephone over. She dialed Catherine Dorchester's number. It rang three times.
"Hello?"
"This is Leslie, Catherine. Is it okay to call?"
"Sure, Mom's out, thank God," she sighed.
"Everything's okay for tomorrow, and we can have our sleepover, like I thought."
"Good," Catherine cried. "Tell me, did you get what you wanted? Did he fall for the old man and old lady bit?"
"I can't wait to tell you all about it," Leslie exclaimed. "Oh, I wish you could be here right now, this minute. I'm leaking all over the place."
As young girls will do, they chatted aimlessly, one subject crowding the other until at last Catherine's mother came home and she had to get off the telephone.
"Come as early as you can," Leslie said. She hung up. She finished the wine, her third cigarette and tumbled into bed.
CHAPTER TEN
When morning came James Groten awoke with a surging erection. His own virility was astonishing him. It also amused him. How long had it been since he'd been so horny? He stood naked in front of his mirror. What a monster that was poking up in the air from the pit of his body. He caressed his prick and it leaped at the touch of his fingers. This was the first piss hardon he'd had in ages.
He opened the door and headed for the bathroom down at the end of the hall. Passing Leslie's door he peeped in. She was sitting at her desk, an old-fashioned roll-top, studying. Her notebook lay open next to her right hand. She was so busily concentrating she didn't hear him. Using his rigid prick, he jokingly pushed her door open. She looked up and then down, her flashing eyes riveted to his enormous prick.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.
She jumped up. She fell into her father's open arms. They embraced and hugged each other as if they'd not been together for years. His prick slid easily between her parted, naked thighs. She pressed her thighs tight together, squeezing his thick instrument against her sensitive flesh. She could feel the hot shaft as it brushed up against her pussy lips.
"Oh, Jesus!"' she exclaimed. "I love your prick, Jimbo. I love it!" she cried out.
He backed away from her. He lowered his head. His lips circled her nipple. He sucked it into his warm mouth. Leslie was squirming as she cupped her ripe breast and fed it to his devouring mouth.
Her hand grasped his penis. She began to jerk it, to stroke it harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Are you going to come, Jimbo? Are you? Are you?" she asked, her eyes wide, her lips parted, a wonderful sexual anguish sweeping over her trembling body as he continued sucking on one nipple, then the other.
"Yes… yesssss, if you keep pulling like that, yessss, oh, darling… Leslie… oh, darling, yessss. I'm going to… yessssss… yesssss!"
Leslie fell to her knees. She grasped his throbbing prick and jammed it into her mouth. As soon as she looked up at him, imploring him to come, his churning cock exploded inside her sucking mouth, spewing hot jets of rich come down her throat.
Leslie sucked his prick furiously. She was squeezing his hanging testicles, pinching them as his agonized prick showered the inside of her cheeks, her tongue and her teeth with thick hot sperm.
Leslie was almost choking as she swallowed, as she kept gulping, slurping on his fiery cock, sucking the vital juice out of his pounding penis. She was frantic as she sucked, moaning, gurgling, her lips smacking against his cock as it penetrated its full length down her throat.
She sucked and sucked until not a dribble remained in the thick, hot stem. Then she pulled away, smiling broadly, licking her lips, staring up at him with love and tenderness in her bright eyes.
"Oh, Jimbo, that was lovely… so lovely so beautiful, and so much… so much come… I love its taste. I do… I do… I do… I love it!"
In the bathroom while he urinated, Leslie kneeled on the floor and watched his hot piss steam and bubble into the toilet bowl. She guided his prick, aiming it as he streamed into the water, making it foam and bubble, Leslie fascinated by the sight and the erotic sounds.
When he was finished, she held his dwindling penis in her hand. She kissed it from the top to the base of the powerful staff. She licked the tip again and again, her eyes dancing as she looked up at him, at his strong naked body, then down to his masculine feet. She wrapped her long hair around his penis, drying off her saliva. Then she stood up. She swallowed and grinned.
"We're goofy, abnormal and all that stuffy I know, but, Jimbo, I love it. I love US!"
When he finished his shower, Leslie had his breakfast almost ready. She sat like a mistress, her naked body glowing, her nipples erect, her eyes smiling as she watched him eat the crisp bacon and the farm eggs.
"What a wonderful way to begin the day!" he sighed, reaching over to give her a forkful of egg. "I hardly know how to thank you, old lady!" he smiled.
"Do you like me as your old lady?"
"I love it. I'm your old man."
Before she finished cleaning up the kitchen, James Groten took his attache case and was on his way to the office. Even though it was Saturday, he had much work to do, plans to be made, a prospectus to be prepared. Unlike most men, he enjoyed his work.
"I'll see you for supper, honey," he had said, going out the door. Leslie grinned. She covered her pussy with her cupped palm and James laughed. "You can have some of this for an appetizer, Jimbo, okay?"
He laughed heartily and was gone. He felt lightheaded and extremely content.
Leslie returned to her studies.
About half an hour before she kind of expected her new friend, Catherine Dorchester, Leslie took a warm bath. When she dried the perfumed water from her stunning nakedness, she slipped into a pair of transparent panties. She admired her luxurious bush of curly dark brown pussy hair so perfectly visible through the sheer nylon. She loved the way the tight panties hugged her luscious buttocks and clung to her prominent mound, pinching her delicate pussy lips.
She sprayed one of her many perfume atomizers, and the seductive, nose-tingling aroma lay like a thin, second skin on her shimmering loveliness. She massaged the perfume into her ripe, succulent breasts. She sprayed her toes. Then she slipped into a brand new pale lavender cashmere sweater, so soft on her bare flesh. She pinched her pale pink nipples and watched them stiffen. She buttoned only the two bottom buttons of the expensive sweater, her exquisite breasts almost completely exposed.
"You look good enough to eat," she said to her reflection in the mirror…
She had just finished making her father's bed and straightening up his room when the doorbell rang. Her naked breasts jiggling merrily, she rushed to the door. She noticed how excited she was, even anxious. She wondered briefly if drinking her father's hot sperm was working like a kind of aphrodisiac. Could be, she smiled to herself and opened the door.