"How does my cock feel?" he asked, removing his tongue from her mouth. "I mean, is it hard enough? Am I hitting it where it needs to be hit?"
This sort of consideration really surprised her. The boys she had known… well, almost none of them had any thought other than to ram it in and blow off quickly. There was nothing really wrong about this in young boys, for youthful cocks can fuck several times in any one-hour period. Of this she was well aware. Still, blowing off in a great hurry was a form of selfishness that always left her dissatisfied, no matter how tolerant she might try to be of the youth ramming it into her cunt.
"Fuck me," she cried softly.
He did not quite understand her. "Huh?" he grunted. "What?"
"Never mind. Just fuck me good, Joe. God, your cock is large tonight, large and lovely."
"Your cunt's what makes me big and… well, you know. Your cunt is just awful tight… it feels like crazy good, you know."
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned and pushed up at him several times before he began to press down hard on her body.
"Let me do the fucking, lady," he grunted roughly into her ear.
"All right," she agreed. "Shaft me good, baby."
"Ain't what I'm doing good enough?" he asked, grunting the words again.
"Yes. Keep on with it… oh… I'm coming. Oh, Jesus. Joe… faster… "
He took that moment to blow off in her and she could have killed him for it, but the thing was done and when he finally stopped pumping his cock into her and had withdrawn it, she could only lay there and silently curse him. She had been reasonably certain that this kid was not the type to blow prematurely, but he had not followed her prediction.
"Where are you going?" she asked, as she saw him climb off the bed. "Going to wash my cock, lady," he said eyeing her oddly.
She felt a thrill run through her. Did this mean he now wanted her to French him, that he had forgotten about his fear of being "bitten"? She hoped so.
When he returned to the room, he got upon the bed again and sat down gingerly on her belly, careful not to let all his weight press down on her. His prick was limp now, but as he moved upward a little and she licked her lips, she saw it extend itself slightly. She purposely licked her lips again and sure enough, his cock became longer, firmer, more appealing.
"Hey," he exclaimed. "It's growing just because of your smacking your lips. How about that?"
"Sit up higher on me and put it between my lips," she suggested, her heart hammering violently at the anticipation of being able to suck on it.
He moved up gingerly. "Don't… do any of that biting stuff, now, will you, lady?"
"No. I'll just suck it, Joe. Oh, I want to suck your thing so much."
He laughed shortly. "I'd like to have you suck it."
She was absolutely fascinated by the fully erect cock now dangling before her eyes. "Bring it closer, Joe, so I can kiss it off."
He moved up a bit and she kissed the end of his prick. Immediately a squirting took place. It struck her directly in the face, but she only lay there and laughed softly, loving it, every bit of it.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, grinning sheepishly. "I was just going to say I was sorry when I saw how you acted. Suck me, kiss me, keep doing it to me. Maybe I'll blow in your face again."
"Please… in my mouth this time." Jeri made no move to wipe his come from her face. She was surprised when he used a corner of the sheet to do it for her. "Thank you," she said, "but stick it in my mouth, baby."
He got up on his hands and knees and moved over her, finally allowing his body to settle down lightly over her face. Frantically she sought out his cock, found it with her hand and inserted it between her wet lips. Immediately she began to suck it furiously, as he began a slow fucking movement which did not bother her at all, but enhanced the act for her.
"Jesus, this is great. Man, am I ever glad you picked me up on the street. I'm gonna fuck you in the cunt and the mouth steady from now on."
She did not choose to tell him at that moment that she alone would be the one to decide on that. Nor did she tell him that in all likelihood, he would never again get on top of her. Twice, two occasions, was about her limit with any one boy, unless of course, the boys became few and far between and she was obliged to go back and look up a former boy for servicing. Jeri preferred variety and while all of the many boys she had fucked and sucked wanted to return to her over and over again, she usually did not permit them to do so. There was a disadvantage to bringing a boy to her home for a fucking. She knew that the next boy she picked up – and this would probably be tomorrow night or very soon thereafter – would be driven by her into the country and there in the back seat of her car she would give him the fucking of his young life.
When she was fully honest with herself, she realized that she much preferred fucking a young boy in her car to bringing him home with her. It was more exciting. There was a certain anonymity in it, both for her and the boy. There was nothing quite as exciting as having a sex scene, any kind of a sex scene, with someone young, someone you knew nothing about, not even a name. On this Jeri never had any arguments with herself. It was true. Picking up a young boy, driving him into the country and seducing him, "molesting" him, fucking him, sucking him off, was great, because he would never again see her unless she made certain that he would. This sort of thing gave her a great feeling of power, and Jeri liked this feeling of being the master of a fuck. This really turned her on!
Joe was blowing off in her mouth.
She was very busy now attempting to swallow his output.
There was no time to think about the next boy, or any other boys.
There was only time to swallow.
She thought he was never going to stop squirting the warm thick stuff into her mouth. He did cease twice, but immediately resumed as if a "tap" had been turned off by an unseen hand only to be immediately turned on again. It was a very pleasurable experience for Jeri and one she was to remember for several months. Jeri found it next to impossible to remember all of the boys she had sucked off in this manner.
There were just too many of them.
Besides, it wasn't really necessary to remember all of them… forever and forever. There were always new young boys coming along, being out on the street at night, having deep yearnings that even they did not understand correctly. Sexual yearnings that she was able to pacify in her own special manner and style.
It has been estimated that the number of adult women who carry out this sort of "molest" operation is increasing rapidly in our urban areas, even in the smaller cities.
No one seems to know what to do about it. Except, of course, the women who do it… and the boys who delight in allowing such women to minister to their needs. This may very well be just another sign of the times and an integral part of our rapidly changing society.
Chapter FOUR
Many people who live in urban areas are not aware of the tremendous amount of sexual activity that takes place in rural places, and more especially, on the farms of this country. Per capita, the number of sex incidents that take place in the country have been said to be far greater than in heavily populated cities. Many urban area people seem to have the idea that ruralists are slow and lack the energy to fuck, but such is not the case. The farms of America have the sexiest bunch of swingers imaginable.
Some of the deviations that take place on farms would be unbelievable to most city people. Consider the case of Mrs. Chase, a thirty-four-year-old widow who owned and operated a farm, with the help of two rather elderly hired men. Her farm was adjacent to one owned by the Brown family. Harry and Joyce Brown had two daughters and two sons. The older son was named Dick and he was sixteen. Dick had been making almost daily visits to Mrs. Chase since he was twelve. His parents were aware of his sexual activity with the widow. They didn't mind. Their younger son, Jimmy, was thirteen at the time he first started to take over some of his brother's activities involving the widow. His brother didn't mind, for Mrs. Chase was enough female for several young boys. Everyone seemed to find the situation agreeable.