"Oh, lady," he moaned, a tingly whisper in the dark.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she purred, and it took an eternity to utter the words. He jerked back, still in slow motion, but as his head and shoulders moved away, his loins seemed to pivot toward Melinda, and suddenly her clutching hand was full of his hard young cock.
"You poor child," she sighed, "does it make you so hot to watch other people having fun?"
He didn't answer, but he wasn't looking at the screen, either. His eyes were focused on Melinda's, and the connection was almost visible, like a beam of light running between their faces. She sucked in her breath, then squeezed his cock, and suddenly his face had thrust toward hers, and she was kissing him hotly. Under the coat her hand began to fly up and down, teasing his cock, shucking it, milking it in the soft moistness of her palm. He groaned into her open mouth and she stabbed him with her tongue. Oh, God, she thought, am I the same Melinda Stillman who got out of bed this morning? I was a faithful wife then, your typical garden-variety all-American homemaker style. And what am I now?
I'm a woman whose husband was gone straying, she told herself. I've seen it on videotape, I've heard it from the lips of airline and hotel desk clerks. So if Neil Stillman doesn't want me, then I'm available to anyone else who does Dave Hammett, in his office. Ron what's-his-name at the Holiday Inn. A lonely young man frigging himself at a dirty movie. And this is only the beginning.
"No-no-no-no," she chirped, prying her mouth from his. God, when he got started basing he didn't want to stop. And his cock felt like a fence post an her hand, throbbing the way no fence post ever did, pulsating with the hot young blood of lusty excitement.
She eased her face back, lips pursed for a long distance blown kiss, and her fingers teased the spongy resilience of his swollen peckerknob.
He groaned and seemed to lift a little in his seat. Mmmm, she thought, he doesn't give a shit what they're doing on screen now. He'd lucked onto something a hell of a lot better than masturbation fantasies.
"Let me show you how much better," she smiled, lifting the coat that had so far remained in place across his lap.
A lovely cock! She was getting to be quite a connoisseur of peckers, Melinda reflected. Well, Neil had driven her to it. Men had no monopoly on catting around, nor on sexual desire either. She nodded smugly as she looked down at the boy's bare rod. Long, rather slender, but hard as a rock, and so inflamed it seemed to glow in the dark theater's interior. She leaned across the arm rest, tongue already out, and her fingers swayed the cock to meet that hungry, lascivious tongue.
"Oh, shit," he sighed, jerking as if electricity had been shot thin ugh his body. The action made his cock leap up, up to make contact with Melinda's frisky tongue.
She land his pecker tip, softly at first but with an impatient frenzy that built and mounted. He must have been playing with himself for some time, she decided, because she could taste the preliminary leakage of cum from his slitted aperture. God, she'd not tasted such fresh young semen since she was this young herself. And not much of it then. She's always been a good girl, curious, interested, but faithful, too. And what had faithfulness gotten her? A husband who took up with a perky blonde. Well, the Goddamned hell with faithfulness! She slurped up the dribblings of cum on the boy's dong, washing him till the velvety flesh of his knob was sloppy with her drool, and then she welcomed him into the treasure chamber of her mouth.
He sank deeply, but not so deeply as she'd liked to have taken him. Melinda remembered that videotape, of Kathy swallowing almost the whole of Neil's throbbing dick, and she wished she could do it too. But her mouth seemed incapable and she could only offer this stranger the best head in her power. Hope it's good enough, she thought, knowing it would be.
She sucked wickedly at the portion of him she was able to swallow, and her tongue washed round and round the hard length as it moved in and out her mouth. Her fingers anchored his base, reached into the undone fly to fickle his swollen balls too, and he writhed in his seat, hands flying here and there. Sometimes they touched Melinda. Once a set of fingers moved beneath her, closing for a moment upon the tip of one breast.
But it was a shy pinch, not at all bold and assertive, as if he were half afraid of her despite his pecker in her mouth. Melinda chuckled around his rod, remembering how bashful young boys could sometimes be, even when their cocks were standing up and hungering for release. She pulled his hand to her breast and fitted it round the full swelling prominence, clamping down until she knew he was brave enough to cup her without assistance.
His hand was tense around her boob, but it was strangely comforting, and she felt her nipple begin to ache inside the beige brassiere. Something else ached, too. Something moist and pink, fringed in hair, sheltered between her sleek thighs. Her pussy.
She was taking excellent care of his momentary sexual needs, but what about her own? Melinda swallowed hard, pulling his cock into her mouth for a bathing in hot saliva, and she slipped her free hand down, down.
Lifting the hem of her short skirt, she planted her fingers upon the panty-covered puff of cunt and she began to massage herself in strokes that matched and counter pointed her oral massage of the boy's penis. God, it felt so good! His cock in her mouth, her fingers slithering up and down the crotch of her panties, where a moist pussy had already begun to glue itself to the covering of nylon. She punched at her slit, driving finger and panties alike into the crease, and she writhed against that stroking finger, legs twitching as she grew more excited.
This morning, masturbation had seemed a terribly pathetic means of satisfying herself, but this was so much different. She wasn't sitting on the john trying to soothe her sexual tensions while her husband bone-tired from fucking another woman ill night snored away in the bedroom. She was pleasuring a man with her mouth, pleasuring herself with her finger – oh, God!! Was she ever pleasuring herself!! She could smell male presence, could taste it on her lapping tongue, and her body hummed with a bright, happy intensity.
She felt the panties beginning to unravel beneath her thrusting fingertip. And why not? She was in herself, finger and panties, almost to the hilt. Wetness had already sopped through the nylon, and the flimsy material couldn't stretch indefinitely.
Her nails were sharp and tapered, and Melinda sighed "Ohhhh" around the cock in her mouth as the nylon yielded and tore and she was stabbing a bate finger through the rent, into an equally bare, juicily wet pussy.
The muscles were eager, and they clenched at the fucking finger with vehemence. Melinda twitched about even more energetically than she had before, and her mouth moved faster on the boy's cock. He was still holding her by one, guiding her head with his other hand, and his cock danced and jiggled in the inescapable trap of her suctioning mouth.
There was no way he could resist her for long, especially since he'd been playing with his peter for God knew how long prior to her approach. Melinda knew that, yet she took a perverse pleasure in denying him his climax as long as possible. Her tongue fluttered inside her mouth, and once or twice she allowed him to slide wetly forth so she might nibble and lick the fat, swollen cum-tube on the underside of his shaft. Oh, Christ, did he ever moan and groan when she did that! She knew from her experience with Neil that men enjoyed a certain amount of teasing in that area, but she carried it to extremes now, using her teeth like vicious baby piranhas on him.
"Oh, don't…" he moaned softly, arching his pecker up, up, and Melinda moaned too, for she felt the unmistakable convulsions of his organ, the giveaway that he was about to… She gabbed him and angled his cock toward her mouth, but apparently the very act of touching him sent the boy irretrievably over the edge. His cock began to squirt hot splattering semen even before she could part her lips and suckle the tip of him back into her mouth where the boiling juice would not be wasted.