"That's good," he told her. "It helps to break the ice."
Good grief, he's talking to me as if I were a complete jackass, she thought. "It's not necessary to break the ice, boy," she said coolly. "I broke the ice for myself quite some time ago."
He just smiled at her.
Helen made up her mind to be just as much at ease as he was, if it killed her. Casually, or at least in a manner she thought was casual, she kicked off her shoes, pulled down her pantyhose, removing them completely. Off came her blouse and then her skirt. She placed them over the rear of the sofa. Now, she unhooked her bra, giving him a seductive look as she did so. She kept her tits partially covered with her hands and arms and then… she pulled down her panties.
"Take your briefs off," she told him. "I'm ready now."
He pushed his briefs down his legs and she looked at his slim, long cock. His cock had a very dark look to it, much darker than the rest of his skin, and for some crazy reason this caused her to breathe much faster. She knew she had to say something – anything.
"It's cute," she said, meaning it's terrific, but not quite willing to compliment him that much.
"Cute and long," he said, smiling. "Ten inches, to be exact."
"Yes," she agreed. "That's quite a long one. It doesn't seem to be ten inches long. Are you sure?"
He rubbed his prick a few times and it grew before her eyes. "Now it is, or soon will be. It's not all the way up yet, Helen."
Helen Garlin was terribly excited now. She wanted him to get on top of her and… fuck her as roughly as he knew how. Did she dare to ask him? She did. "Get on top," she said, her voice trembling. "I want your ten inches in me." Her voice actually broke, but she was so agitated now she didn't care. When he didn't immediately crawl on top of her she said, "Didn't you hear me, Jack? I said get on top of me. I want your cock in me."
"Will you please me, Helen?" he asked.
She looked up at him dumbfounded. "What did you say?" she asked. He smiled down at her. "I asked you if you would do something to please me." "I guess so. What?"
"Will you, when you ask for it – will you – er – say the four-letter words?" Helen swallowed. "Why?"
"It's something I like to hear from my clients before I climb on top. You don't have to say it that way. It's just that it helps me, later."
"You mean you want me to beg you to… do it to me? Is that what you mean?" "Well… just ask me, but use the word."
Helen swallowed again. "Fuck… me… Jack. Please… fuck me… I need to be fucked by a young boy… terribly." She was on the verge of tears now and this, she felt, might be a good thing – it might relax her. Tears often did this for her.
"That's the way I like to hear a lady talk," he said softly. "I like the word 'fuck.' " He smiled and leaning over kissed her cheek tenderly. "Now, my dear lady, get your cunt ready. My ten inches are coming in. Stay flat on your back for here comes Jack."
Why, he's a poet, she thought. He's an artist. He's just wonderful, this kid.
She had no more time to think about this, for ten inches of hard cock had been thrust into her wet cunt and she was then taken completely and beautifully out of this world for a very long, gratifying time.