"Hot to trot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER TWO

School was about to start after a long summer. Ted was eager to get back to the routine of school. After all, a guy could only do so much swimming and hanging around. Besides, he was eager to see which girls would be in his classes.

"I hope I get Miss Clark for math," Ted told his friend, Bob, as they walked to school for the first day. "She had such nice tits. And sometimes she doesn't wear a bra and her nipples get hard and show."

"Yeah, I hope I get her too," Bob said. "And I hope Ellen James is in some of my classes. She was in a few of my classes last year. I always sit beside her so I can peek into her blouse. She never wears a bra and a lot of times I could see her tit. God, I almost had to jerk off right in class once when I could see her nipple getting hard, then soft, then hard again."

The boys talked like that all the way to school. When they got there, they hung around with their friends for a while before the bell rang.

The first day went very quickly. And after school, the kids went to the soda shop to hang around and talk.

"Shit, I didn't get Miss Clark for math," Ted complained to the guys. "I got Mr. Arnold instead. Ugh."

Ted's friends consoled him.

"I hear Jean likes you," Ralph said to Ted. That was nice to hear. And Ted's prick began to stiffen at the thought of Jean's big tits and firm ass.

But before anything else could be said, Barb walked over to the boys. Barb was a chick who could get any boy's attention. As soon as the guys noticed her coming their way with her tits swaying heavily, they shut up and waited to see what she wanted.

"We're going over to Peggy's house," she said, indicating a group of girls. "We wondered if you boys wanted to go along."

Before they could answer, Barb looked at Ted. "Jean's going to be there, Ted."

Ted hardly knew Jean. But it seemed suddenly to Ted as though they have been doing steady for years. Everyone seemed to know that Jean liked him, and Ted had been the last to find out. But Ted was young, and he didn't understand how chicks operated.

In any case, he was glad to get a chance to show some interest in lean.

The boys said they would like to go. And soon about ten kids were walking in a loose group toward Peggy's house.

Ted was nervous. After all, this might be his big chance. If a sexy chick like Jean liked him he just might get fucked. But since fucking had only been a dream for Ted so far, he could hardly control his voice when he finally spoke to Jean.

"Hi," he said with a cracked voice.

"Hi," Jean said.

Ted had just seen Jean before school. But he hadn't heard that she was interested in him at that time. He was surprised how much nicer she looked now that he thought he might have a chance with her.

As they walked along, Ted kept peeking at her tits. He could see how they bounced as she walked.

They talked about school, but it was obvious that their thoughts were on each other's bodies. Ted had to put his hands in his pockets to adjust the hard-on he suddenly found himself with. He thought he saw Jean glance down at his crotch just as he gave himself a tug.

When they got to Peggy's the kids took over the whole house. Peggy's father had a pool table and bar in the basement, and some of the boys went down there. Some girls followed. Others stayed upstairs.

"Do you know how to play pool?" Ted asked Jean.

They were walking down the basement stairs. Ted hated himself for asking that question. If he wound up playing pool rather than getting at Jean's body he would be sorely disappointed.

"I only played once," Jean said. "I didn't like it much."

Ted breathed a sigh of relief. And at the same time he felt his horniness surge.

He was torn between his shyness and his eagerness for Jean's body. There was a couch at one side of the room. Ted knew he wanted to get Jean over there with him.

"Let's sit down," he said.

Holding his breath until he found out what Jean's response would be, Ted began to turn red. But Jean said she would like to sit down, and Ted sighed deeply.

As soon as they were sitting side by side, Ted put his arm around the girl's shoulders. They watched the boys playing pool, but Ted was only thinking about Jean's tits.

Pulling Jean a little more tightly against him, Ted turned his face to hers. To his delight, she turned to face him.

They kissed. And when Ted felt Jean's mouth open, his prick strained against the material of his jeans. Their tongues met and intertwined.

"Hey, look what's going on over there," Ralph said from beside the pool table.

Ted didn't mind being kidded. For one thing, he was glad his friends could see him with a sharp chick like Jean. It also gave him an excuse to ask Jean to go somewhere more private.

"Let's find somewhere else to sit," he said.

"Good idea," Jean said.

They stood, Ted began adjusting his hard-on, and they went upstairs.

"Come back here," Ted said, as he led Jean down a hallway that seemed to lead to some bedrooms.

When he came to a door he pushed it open. The room was occupied. John and Kathy, two kids who'd came along with them, were lying on the bed necking. Ted noticed that John had his hand up Kathy's blouse.

"Sorry," Ted said as he closed the door. "I hope we can find a room that's not occupied," he said to Jean.

They found that the next bedroom was vacant. And as they stepped into it Ted began shaking slightly. He knew that Jean could feel his body trembling as they embraced. He didn't care. The taste of Jean's saliva and the feeling of her firm tits pressing into his chest was all that mattered.

They stood there holding on to each other and kissed. Ted was dying to get her onto the bed, but he was afraid to suggest it.

"Let's sit down," Jean said as she pulled Ted to the bed.

Ted felt foolish. He promised himself not to be so shy.

When they were sitting at the edge of the bed, Ted tried to keep his promise by grabbing one of Jean's tits.

Cramming his tongue deeply into her mouth, he stroked Jean's side until he felt the swelling of her tit. As his hand moved over that mound of soft flesh, Ted's heart was pounding.

He was terrified, as usual, that Jean would stop him. But she didn't. Ted had felt a few tits in his day, but Jean's was the biggest and nicest.

With his hand exploring the sexy curve of her boob, Ted felt Jean's hot breath on his lip as she breathed deeply through her nose. She was sucking hard on Ted's tongue. Ted knew she was getting hot.

As Ted felt her tits, Jean's nipples became hard. He began to breathe heavier and squeezed those gumdrop-shaped nipples between his fingertips.

"Uh-h-h, not so hard," Jean whispered.

Ted let go of the nipple and palmed the tit again. He experimented with her tit moving them around and weighing them in his palm.

And while he held her tits, he felt Jean getting more and more excited.

Ted was eager to take the next step. It would be a first for him if he could get his hand inside her blouse. But before he tried, he wanted to make sure Jean was really hot.

When he felt her chest heaving with excitement, Ted moved his hand from her tit to the buttons that held her blouse closed.

When Jean realized what he was doing she clung more tightly to him. But she didn't stop him. He began to open her buttons.

Still kissing Jean, Ted tried to peek at her exposed tit. And he did manage to get a peek at one creamy mound before she turned her head slightly and blocked his view.

But Ted was determined. He'd never seen a naked tit except for those in the magazines he'd looked at in the drugstore. And they always told him to put them down.

Ted took his face from Jean's. He looked at her chest.

"You're beautiful," he said as he saw her tits standing proudly on her chest.

One nipple was exposed. It was bright pink and stiff. Ted's eyes were bulging.

But before he could get his fill of the sight, Jean pulled his face to hers again. She thrust her tongue into his mouth with more enthusiasm than before.

Now it was time to grab a naked tit, Ted thought. His hand went to her chest and cupped one of her beautiful jugs.

Ted sucked a deep breath through his nose as his sweaty palm met the smooth, warm skin of Jean's round tit. He wasn't prepared for such a wonderful sensation. Holding a naked tit was a hundred times better than holding one through a layer of clothing.

Ted massaged her hard nipple, but gently this time. And as he did, Jean made a moaning sound in her throat.

Ted pushed Jean down on her back. He felt how her tits reclined and sagged silently to the sides of her chest.

After holding and squeezing her tits, Ted began to long to suck those stiff nipples.

Each time he escalated his seduction, though, he feared he would be stopped. After all, he'd been stopped by every chick he'd tried anything with. And he'd always been stopped even before he got as far as he had this time.

But fear couldn't keep him from trying.

Lifting his mouth from Jean's, Ted began moving down into tit-sucking position. He moved fast, so Jean wouldn't have a chance to stop him before he could get his mouth around one of her boobs. But she didn't even try to stop him.

Ted would have liked to look at her tits but he didn't want to risk it. So he kissed one big globe. His mouth opened and he took the whole tip of her tit into it.

Like a hungry puppy, Ted began devouring Jean's knocker. He'd never had anything in his mouth that excited him more.

"Oh, Ted," Jean moaned. "O-o-o-o-o, that feels so-o-o-o-o nice."

Hearing Jean moan and feeling her body writhe beneath him was as exciting to Ted as having her tit in his mouth.

While he sucked one tit, he held the other. Then his mouth and hand traded, and he moved to the other tit to suck.

Before long, Ted's face was wet with his smeared saliva. And Jean was breathing so hard her heaving tits lifted and dropped Ted's head. She was hugging his head to her tits so tightly he had to gasp for air whenever he could.

Now there was only one thing left to do. With her tits conquered, Jean's cunt was the next target.

But this was big move Ted realized. Still, if he were ever going to get fucked, he would have to make his move. And now seemed to be the right time. Jean was panting and squirming in heat.

Ted moved up Jean's body, kissing his way up her neck until he arrived at her mouth again. His hand left her chest, moved lightly over her skirt, and came to rest on one of her thick, but shapely, thighs.

They both knew that her thighs were the road to her crotch. Ted felt Jean's body stiffen momentarily.

He would have to take his time, but he couldn't hesitate either.

Ted moved his fingertips to the satin-smooth skin inside Jean's thigh just above her knee. He began massaging that soft skin.

When Ted felt Jean put her hand on his hip, he was reassured. He'd finally found a really hot chick, he thought. Or she found him. In any case, Ted had never been so wild with passion and hope.

Ever so slowly, he began to move his hand up Jean's thigh, pushing her skirt up with it.

He could feel the heat of her cunt radiating from her crotch. It was a damp heat, and it promised a fabulous reward when he reached its source.

But when Ted's fingers were about six inches from her cunt, Jean grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from beneath her skirt.

Ted had never felt such a crushing disappointment.

But he wasn't about to give up. He put his hand back under her skirt as soon as Jean let go of his wrist.

But Jean hadn't given up either. She grabbed his wrist again. And again Ted's hand was pulled out from under Jean's dress.

Ted put it back a third time. But this time he reached higher up her thigh. He grabbed her just below the cunt. Her flesh was even softer so close to her cunt. And it was hotter and more moist, too.

Grabbing her so close to her pussy had its effect. Jean grabbed Ted's wrist again, but she didn't seem to have the strength to pull his hand away.

Ted's fingers crawled to the junction of Jean's thighs. When he felt the wet nylon crotch of her undies, both kids gasped with lust.

"No-o-o-o," Jean whispered.

But Ted ignored her words and paid attention to her body. It was her body that told him he could continue. Jean was frozen in lust and her thighs were spread. Her cunt was vulnerable, and Ted took advantage of the situation.

He began probing at the soaking crotch of her undies. Beneath it, he could feel the softness of her cuntal mound and the kinky hair bristling beneath that wet fabric.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Jean gasped with the pleasure Ted's fingers were giving her.

He could now feel the lips of her pussy pouting with lust.

Ted tucked his fingers into the, leg-hole of her panties. Immediately, his fingers were ensnared in wet, curling hair. But Ted managed to comb his way to the drooling mouth of her cunt.

"Oh, God," Jean whispered breathlessly.

Ted was wild with passion. Never had he been at the threshold of a pussy before.

Ted kissed Jean roughly as his fingers began burrowing into the crack of her twat. She kissed him back with equal hunger. Her legs spread further, and her cunt seemed to spread too.

It was wet and slippery in her twat. Ted was bewildered by the strange ridges of wet flesh in there.

But it didn't take him long to find the entrance to Jean's flowing tunnel. When he slid his long middle finger in there, Jean squeezed him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

Ted had tried to imagine what the inside of a pussy would be like. But he'd never dreamed that it could be so wet and slick and wonderful. This cave would fit his cock like a glove, he thought. And if his luck held, he might get a chance to try it on.

With Jean writhing at his side, Ted stroked every crease and fold of her pussy. But his fingers couldn't give him enough information. He had to see this wonderful object of desire.

He sat up. But his hand and Jean's cunt were hidden under her skirt. Ted tried to lift the skirt out of the way. But Jean stopped him.

"Please let me," he said.

As though she had no choice, Jean let go of Ted's hand. He lifted the curtain of her skirt.

The sight was spectacular. But he couldn't see as much as he'd hoped. After all, Jean still had her underpants on. But Ted could see half of her cunt. It was covered with shining brown hair. And, he could see how his finger was inserted up to the knuckle.

Ted tried to see more. He pulled his finger out and shoved the crotch of her panties further aside.

Now Jean's cunt was visible to him. Between the pudgy lips, a pink gash shone with the slippery juice. Shining inner lips peeked from within the gash. And between those glistening lips, the darkness in her cave seemed inviting to Ted.

"Ted!" Jean said suddenly, as she tried to pull her skirt down. "You're embarrassing me."

"Let me pull your underpants down," Ted said, ignoring her words.

He began grasping at the nylon panties, trying to tug them down.

"No," lean gasped.

"Come on!" Ted pleaded. "I'll show you my prick. Have you ever seen a hard cock?"

"Okay," Jean said. "But let me pull my pants down myself."

Ted couldn't believe her. It was too good to be true. So he had a hard time making himself let go of her underpants. But when he saw that Jean was reaching for her own panties, he did let go.

She grabbed the waistband of her panties, but hesitated.

"I thought you were going to take off your pants too," she said.

Then was no way Ted could get out of his deal. In a way he wanted to show this chick his big, hard cock. And if he were going to fuck her, he would have to. He still felt shy, though.

There was no choice. He would have done anything to get her underpants off.

Ted stood up. And still staring at Jean's body, he began unfastening his belt.

His eyes traveled from her tits, to her crotch, which was covered by the wet panties. But he couldn't bring himself to look into Jean's eyes.

He pulled down his pants. But he left his underpants up. Then he got back on the bed beside Jean.

She was staring at the huge lump in his shorts. His prick was making a tent out of his underpants. And the shape of his fat cockhead could be seen as it made its impression on the taut material.

Then Jean began to lower her panties. And Ted followed her example.

Just as Jean's pubic triangle came into view, Ted's prick got caught in the elastic of his shorts. But he freed it.

Suddenly, his big rod was wagging in the air. Then his balls were visible.

"Wow!" Jean breathed as she took in the sight.

Ted was learning how exciting it could be to show his equipment to a girl. And at the same time he was enjoying the sight of her cunt.

"I didn't know it was so big!" Jean gasped in awe. "And look at how it twitches."

But Ted was too busy to pay any attention to what she was saying. He was gaping at her pussy.

Jean had left her underpants around her thighs, and her legs were closed. He could see the top of her crack through the curls of her twat. But he had to see more.

"Take your panties off your legs," he said. "I can't see much."

Jean let the boy pull her panties from her legs. And she never took her eyes from the throbbing cock at his crotch.

Ted pulled one of Jean's legs away from the other. Her cunt opened slightly. Now he could see that pink honey-pot again.

But when Ted reached for her cunt, Jean stiffened and tried to close her legs.

"Let me touch it!" he said. "You can touch my prick."

Jean relaxed slightly. Ted was able to pull one of her cunt lips to the side, widening the pink gash. Jean reached for the twitching cock beside her.

As Ted watched his finger tips sink into Jean's gash, he felt her fingers on his prick. At her touch, his cock gave a mighty leap and began vibrating hips.

"Uh-h-h-h-a-a-a-a-a," he gasped as his climax hit.

Ted continued bucking his hips as he spilled jism all over Jean's stomach. He'd never had such a glorious orgasm, even though he'd hoped to have his spewing prick inside Jean.

When he stopped coming, Ted rolled off the girl.

"Look what you've done to me," she cried as she held a jism soaked hand up in the air.

A huge quantity of jism lay in puddles all over Jean's belly. A few drops were being soaked up by the material of her skirt which was lifted around her waist.

"Shit, I don't even have any tissues," Jean said harshly. "Get me some, Ted… Quickly!"

Where Ted was supposed to come up with tissue at that moment was beyond him. But it didn't matter, for at that moment, the bedroom door swung open.

Ted and Jean looked in horror at the opened door. Bob and Carroll were standing there.

"Hey," Bob said as a smile spread across his face.

But Carroll, being more prudent, pushed Bob out of the doorway and closed the door.

"Now look what you've done," Jean hissed. "Everyone will know what you did to me!"

Jean jumped off the bed. Her skirt fell over her wet belly, and she tried to hold the clinging skirt away from her soaked skin. But the jism on her hand stained the skirt wherever she grabbed it.

"Oh, what am I going to do?" she moaned. It looked as though Jean were going to start crying. Then, ignoring the mess she was in, she pulled on her underpants.

Ted tried to make her feel better as be pulled on his pants.

"I'll get you some toilet paper," he said. "Oh, you've done enough," Jean yelled. Then, holding her wet hand away from her body, she stormed out of the room. Ted followed. But Jean went right out of the house and kept walking.

Ted finally caught up with her. He offered her his handkerchief.

"Don't be mad," he said.

But Jean just wiped her hand and threw the handkerchief back at him.

"Leave me alone," Jean yelled. "I don't ever want to see you again."

Ted, surprised at her outburst, stopped and watched her walk quickly down the street.

He didn't know what to think. It was too bad that she got covered with jism. But what did she expect when she was jerking on his prick as she had?

There didn't seem to, be anything to do but go home. But all the way to his own room, Ted couldn't think of anything except how thrilling it had been to finger-fuck Jean and come with her hand around his prick.