"The juvenile casting couch" - читать интересную книгу автора (Abby D)

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning Shirley told him her mother wanted him that afternoon. He dropped off his books off at home and went off to do the chores for Anne. He asked for Shirley and Ms. Wollenski told him she had ballet lessons and wouldn't be home until late afternoon. The kids in this neighborhood all seemed to go to special classes at least once a week.

Ms. Wollenski met him in a housecoat and Pat didn't think she was wearing anything underneath it. She was a good looking woman of about forty. This was pretty strong stuff for an adolescent boy. His prick got hard and he hoped Ms. Wollenski didn't notice. He blushed when she glanced at his crotch. She wanted Pat to take some boxes up to the attic and bring some others down. That wasn't hard, the job seemed like a good one.

Anne leaned over as she talked to him. She wasn't wearing a bra. Pat almost saw her nipples. He blushed as she looked at his crotch again just as his prick throbbed up to a hard on. Was Anne doing this on purpose. If this kept up much longer, he would have to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

Anne led Pat to Shirley's bedroom and pointed out several boxes of camping clothes that she wanted in the attic. She then led him to the attic. It was up a steep flight of stairs and she went first. He found out that Anne had no panties on either! Pat's prick throbbed when he saw her naked ass and the bush around her cunt. When they got to the top of the steps she had stopped and was waiting for him. They were on a very small landing and her body pressed against his.

His hard prick rubbed up against her body as she showed him where the light chain was. Anne wiggled her hips and her front rubbed against his prick. Pat almost came in his pants. He did come in his pants when she reached down and rubbed his prick.

"Oh! Did I do that to you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess you saw under my housecoat coming up those steep stairs. That wasn't very nice of me. I'll have to wash and dry your pants. I wouldn't want your mother to find them like that. Don't be so embarrassed. It wasn't your fault. A boy your age is bound to get excited seeing a woman's cunt. You couldn't help what happened. It was all my fault."

Pat was in shock. Anne said cunt. The boys whispered that word talking among themselves. Anne was right, his pants were wet and sticky, he could never explain that to his mother.

It was funny, Anne wasn't embarrassed that he had seen up her housecoat and she wasn't annoyed that he had done it. What was going on. He was sure Anne put her hand on his prick on purpose. Why would an adult woman want to feel his prick? That didn't seem right but there was nothing he could do or say about it. Anne gave him directions as if this was an every day occurrence.

"Let me show you to the bathroom. Hand your pants and underpants out to me. It won't take long. I'll just rinse them and I have the fastest drier in the world."

Pat was an obedient boy. When an adult said do something he did it. At times he complained but right now there wasn't much else he could do. He was led to a bathroom, took off his pants and underpants, and handed them out around the bathroom door.

He found a washcloth and washed his crotch. It was a mess. His sparse pubic hair was matted with his cum and it had run down both his legs. By the time he finished and sat down on the toilet seat his prick was hard again. It doesn't take many rubs with a soapy washcloth to give a twelve year old a hard on.

Pat sat and waited. He had seen Anne's cunt. He still hadn't seen what was between the lips but he saw a slit between her legs that went toward her front. He closed his eyes and visualized it again. He spit on his hand and pumped on his prick. He wasn't going to have a hard on when Anne brought back his pants. He still had his eyes closed when he was startled out of his wits.

"Here you are all rinsed and dried, just as I said. Oh! I didn't mean to walk in on you while you were jerking off. I'm sorry if I disturb you that much. Maybe I can do something to help you."

Anne acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for a forty year old woman to walk in on a twelve year old boy jerking off. Pat still didn't know what to say. She walked over to him, moved his hand from his prick and pumped it a few times herself. Pat sat there, his eyes big and round, and his chin dropping down to his chest. Anne was jerking him off!

Anne stopped pumping, but kept hold of his prick and rubbed her own crotch with her other hand. She tilted her head to one side and laughed.

"You know, feeling that hard young prick of yours has got me horny too. Tell you what. Why don't you fuck me. I bet you'd like that better than jerking off anyway. I know having a boy fuck me always feels better than finger fucking myself."

Anne said fuck! Pat sat there with Anne's hand wrapped around his throbbing prick. He didn't know what to say.

"What's the matter, Pat? You know what fucking is. I doubt you've done it before but I'm sure you'd like to try it. All boys want to try it when they get to your age and now is as good a time as any to start."

Like all adolescents, Pat thought about fucking all the time, but was frightened by it too. He was afraid of making a fool of himself and he thought he might do something stupid without knowing what it was. He'd talked about it and seen pictures but knew how ignorant he was. He finally found his tongue.

"But, but, I've never done anything like that. I've never seen a girl up close down there. I wouldn't know how to begin or what to do. Uh, I'm scared!"

To prove his last statement he lost his hard on. Anne was holding a limp prick. It didn't bother her at all.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what you know how to do. Let your instinct guide you. As far as never having seen a woman's cunt that's easy to cure. I still haven't got anything on under this housecoat."

Suiting her actions to her words, Anne unzipped her housecoat, and threw it off. She was standing there without a stitch on. As scared as he was, Pat's prick came to attention again.

Anne had big tits that stood straight out from her body, the nipples were pointy, and the skin around the nipples was crinkly. About the level of Pat's eyes was a bush of dark brown hair. There was a separation and he saw a little pink between the outer lips. There were some beads of moisture right along the slit.

"There now you can see a woman up close down there. Why don't you find out what a cunt feels like."

Anne took hold of Pat's hand and moved it up between her legs. It was real slick. His hand moved of its own accord. There was another pair of lips inside and pushed in a finger. It was even slicker. He pushed in two more fingers and wiggled them around. Anne wiggled her hips in response.

"Oooo! That's good. Come on to my bedroom and we'll get that nice hard prick of yours up into my cunt in place of your fingers."

Anne pulled Pat off the toilet and led him to her bedroom. Pat moved like a zombie. He was stunned. A woman was going to fuck him. He wanted to fuck her but he didn't know what exactly what he was supposed to do. He knew that you pushed you prick into that slick sheath that he'd felt, but what did you do then?

Anne said he would know what to do but he still didn't believe it. He didn't even believe this was happening to him. He hadn't thought he would fuck a girl till he was real old, fifteen or sixteen, at least.

Anne had him lay on his back. This was what the man and woman in the first graphic David had shown were doing. Good, Anne would get on top and she would be doing it to him instead of him doing it to her. He forgot to be scared and watched real close.

Anne took his prick between her fingers, and positioned it between those slick cunt lips. She moved her hips down and Pat saw his prick disappear into a woman's cunt for the first time in his life. Wow! Did that feel good. None of the things he ever did while he was jerking off ever felt this good to him.

Anne lifted her hips and his prick come into view glistening with her cunt juices. His hips lurched off the bed as Anne moved her cunt down over his prick again and her bush slapped his groin. Anne pulled up again and Pat pulled back. Wow! He was doing it! He was fucking a woman! He hoped he didn't shoot off too soon. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

Anne's tit swung over his face and the nipple brushed his lips. Instinct went to work. Pat sucked the nipple into his mouth and felt it get hard. As Anne lowered her hips he pushed up with his and he lowered his hips as she lifted up so only the head of his prick was still buried in her cunt. Anne pulled the nipple out of his mouth and offered him the other.

"I told you that you'd know what to do. You're a perfect little lover. Push your prick into me! Ahhh! Suck my tit! Oooo! I'm coming! Your lovely young prick is bringing me off!"

Anne's cunt contracted around Pat's prick and that was the last straw. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Pat's young boy cum inundated Anne's cunt. His hips slowed down and Anne rubbed her cunt against his groin. He lost his hard on and his limp prick slipped out of Anne's cunt. Anne rolled him on to his side and hugged and kissed him.

Anne's tongue rub against his lips. He'd heard about this. It was french kissing. He opened his mouth, Anne rubbed her tongue against his. Wow! It sounded yucky but he really liked it. He pushed his tongue into Anne's mouth and she sucked on it. Another out of this world sensation! He sucked Anne's tongue back into his mouth again. This was neat.

His prick was getting hard again. Anne reached between their bodies and ran her hand up and down the length of it.

"Oh, you have another boner. We'll do something for that. I'll bet you never had your cock sucked."

Pat was shocked, he had seen that graphic of a woman with a guy's prick in her mouth but didn't believe it. Even if women did that to guys, he never expected to have it happen to him. Suppose his prick shot off in her mouth. That would be a disaster.

While Pat was going over this in his mind Anne was acting. Anne moved down on the bed and licked a couple of drops of pre cum from his pisshole. Wow! Pat's hips shot off the bed. It was totally unexpected and it felt as good as fucking. Anne ran her tongue around the head of his prick. His whole body quivered.

Anne was an experienced woman. Her husband had left her seven years before and after two years without she wanted some sex. In the last five years she had gotten to three odd job boys. Pat was the youngest and she thought the cutest. His three and a half inch cock was absolutely beautiful. She licked the white shaft with its tracery of blue veins and around its pink head. She knew how touchy teen age pricks were and she knew how to work all the most sensitive spots. Pat was getting his first blow job from an expert.

Anne licked the underside of Pat's prick, sucked the loose skin into her mouth, massaged it with her tongue, licked down the shaft, and then sucked on each of his balls. Pat squirmed all over the bed from the exquisite sensations he was experiencing.

Anne knew a twelve year old didn't have very much lasting power. She wrapped her lips around the head of his prick. She massaged it with her tongue and slowly lowered her head. Pat's prick disappeared into Anne's mouth. He still didn't believe this was happening to him. Anne lifted her head and his prick glistened with her spit. Wow! He couldn't take much of this but he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

The next time Anne's head came down his hips came up off the bed and he drove his prick as far into her mouth as far as he could. His balls slap against Anne's chin. He flexed his hips back as Anne lifted her head again. Anne bobbed her head faster and faster. Pat could feel the cum rising from his balls. He tried to pull away but Anne held his hips firmly and bobbed her head up and down. Her cheeks were hollow she was sucking so hard.

"Let go! I'm going to shoot off! I'm going to shoot my stuff in your mouth. Please let me go."

Anne bobbed her head and sucked. Pat had warned Anne. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Pat's hips jerked and he let loose a fresh load of young boy cum. He watched Anne suck every drop of his cum out of his prick and swallowed it. She kept sucking until his prick was reduced to its limp state. With one final suck she raised her head and let his flaccid prick slide out of her mouth.

"Pat, if I wasn't prepared to drink your cum I wouldn't have started to suck your cock. I like to make you shoot off in my mouth and I like the taste of your cum. Making you feel good makes me feel good too. I had an orgasm while you were shooting your cum into my mouth."

Anne kissed Pat again. He knew what Anne expected him to do and opened his mouth. Anne pushed her tongue into his mouth and he tasted some of the cum that he'd shot into her mouth. He sucked on her tongue, then pushed his tongue in her mouth and licked inside so he could taste some more of his cum. He reached between their bodies, pushed three fingers into Anne's cunt, and wiggled them. Anne wiggled back. He was going to make her feel good that way again then had another idea.

"Ms. Wollenski, uh, Anne?"

"Yes?"

"Uh, I've never seen a girl down there. Can I see what it looks like?"

"Pat, you can talk plainer that. You want to see my cunt. You had your prick in my cunt and you fucked me. I sucked your cock and gave you a blow job. You shot your cum into my mouth. I'm sure you know all those words and they are very appropriate for what we're doing. Now you say it that way."

Pat blushed. How could he use those words with a lady when he had difficulty using them with David but he didn't want to displease Anne. If she were displeased maybe she wouldn't do more of these things with him. He took a deep breath and braced himself.

"I fucked you and shot off in your cunt. After that you sucked my cock and gave me a real good blow job. I shot another load of cum in your mouth and you swallowed it." Pat, looked at Anne again, took a deep breath, and blushed. "You're a real good cocksucker and I liked the way it felt. There, is that better? Now can I see what your cunt looks like inside?"

Pat was blushing again and Anne held him close, kissed him, and ran her hand on the back of his neck. She liked this innocent young kid. She would get them this young all the time from now on.

She hoped she could hang on to Pat for a year or two, after that he would probably be on the prowl for girls his own age. With what she taught him he'd be able to take good care of each of his conquests.

"Yes, much better. I'm glad you think I'm a good cocksucker. You didn't do such a bad job fucking me either. You made me come several times. Of course you can explore my cunt and find out what a woman's plumbing looks like. I have to admit that it's pretty well hidden. It not like a boy, you do have to get real close to examine it. Scoot down on the bed and see what you can find out."

Pat scooted. He got between Anne's legs. She lifted her knees and spread them. Her cunt looked pretty sloppy with his cum oozing out of it but he couldn't see very much of what was on the inside. He reached for it then looked up at Anne.

"Go ahead, explore. I'll like the feel your fingers in there. It will feel as good to me as it felt to you when I held your prick."

Pat turned his attention back to Anne's cunt. He held the hairy outer lips apart. He sniffed. It smelled real good. His prick start to get hard again. Pat was examining the inside of a cunt.

There were another pair of pink lips, down low, inside the hairy ones. That must be where he had pushed his fingers and later on his prick. He pushed his fingers in again and watched the lips closed around his fingers.

He wiggled his fingers and Anne wiggled in response. She liked that so he wiggled them back and forth. There was a bump above those inside lips. Pat rubbed it and Anne wiggled again. He wondered what that was, he raised his eyebrows and looked up at her.

"That's my clitoris. It's usually called a clit. It feels good when you rub it, it's supposed to be just about as sensitive as the head of your prick."

Anne's clit got bigger as Pat rubbed it. It must be the equivalent of his getting a hard on. Gee, her cunt smelled real good. He sniffed his finger. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked it. It tasted as good as it smelled.

Like most boys his age Pat had heard about lapping cunt but like most boys his age it was another thing he didn't really believe. Anne had sucked his cock, would she want to have him to lap her cunt? He looked at her again. Anne was grinning. It was as if she were reading his mind.

"Go ahead, give it a try. You might find you like it. Most men do."

That was like a dare. She was telling him if he were a grown man he would do it. He wouldn't prove he was a boy. He looked at her cunt. That moisture was mostly his cum and he drank his cum all the time when he jerked off. He thought it would probably taste just as good from her cunt as it did from his hand. Her cunt juices smelled real good too. If they tasted like they smelled they wouldn't too bad either. He got between her legs, took a deep breath, and ran his tongue along the inside of her outer cunt lips. Anne's hips jerked. It didn't taste bad at all! He rather liked it.

He grinned and Anne grinned back. This kid was a find. It had taken her months to get other odd job boys to lap cunt. One of them had never done it. Pat was about to lap her cunt on the day he lost his virginity. This made his tongue feel even better in her cunt.

Pat licked her cunt again. If Anne's clit was as sensitive as his prick he knew it would feel good if he licked it. It felt good when she licked on the head of his prick. He licked her clit and her hips moved. He licked some more. It was big enough so he could suck it into his mouth. Anne wiggled when he did that and he knew that he was making her feel good.

He moved his mouth down to the inner cunt lips and sucked some cum out. Anne wiggled some more. He thrust his tongue between the lips and pushed it in and out. Anne's hips were up off the bed by now. This was neat. He liked lapping cunt. He liked the way he could control Anne's response. He pushed his tongue in and out a couple more times then sucked on her clit again. Anne was moaning and tossing her head from side to side.

"Ahhh! Ohhh! You're making me come. I'm coming! Oooo! Lap my cunt! Suck my clit! You're making me come!"

Pat followed her direction. Her cunt contracted around his tongue. This was real neat. He never realized he could make a woman act like this. Wow!

Anne pushed his head away. His ministrations were driving her up the wall. She reached her limit. Pat sat back on his heels wearing a shit eating grin. He'd done a good job and he was proud of it. Lapping cunt was a lot of fun. Anne knew that a boy this age needed encouragement and praise to bolster his ego.

"Well, you certainly figured out what you were supposed to do to make me feel good. I told you that you would know what to do. Your instincts are good and you don't mind going with them. That was one of the best cunt lappings I've ever had. I could almost swear you've done this before. Do you like lapping cunt? Was it fun lapping my cunt?"

"Gees, yeh. I started to do it just to pay you back and make you feel good for sucking my cock but I got to like it after a while. It's fun making you wiggle your hips and toss your head from side to side like that. You don't have to suck my cock to get me to lap your cunt any more. I'd do it anyway."

Anne pulled Pat up and kissed and hugged him.

"Pat, I didn't suck your cock just to get you to lap my cunt. I like sucking cock for itself the same way you like lapping cunt. I like to make you feel good the same way you like to make me feel good. What's this? You've got another hard on. You get on top and fuck me. Get on your knees between my legs. That's right. Now we'll get your prick into my cunt. That's right now push."

Pat followed instructions. Anne reached down and positioned his prick at the entrance of her cunt. Pat's prick slid into those inner cunt lips again. He lay there for a moment savoring the sensation of that warm sheath around his prick then flexed his hips. His prick rode out then back into Anne's cunt.

Wow! He was fucking again. Anne wrapped her legs around his hips. Pat repeated the hip thrust and he felt Anne's crotch come up to meet his. She moved her hips in opposition to Pat's cock thrusts and their bodies slapped together each time they met.

Pat had come three times in the last hour and a half. He had a lot more staying power now and he had a lot more control of what he was doing. He was in no hurry to shoot off this time. He eased his hips down until he felt his prick fully engulfed in Anne's warm, slick cunt then slowly pulled back to get the most of the mild friction of Anne's slick sheath on his hard prick. Anne matched Pat's slow rhythm.

Gradually Pat picked up the tempo. Anne's cunt contracted. His hips flashed up and down. Anne's hips ground round and round. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; he shot another load of cum into Anne's cunt. Anne continued to move her hips till all the cum was milked out of Pat's cock and it was soft.

Anne surprised Pat again. She kissed him then turned his body around to lick the cum off his prick. Her cunt was in front of his face. Without thinking he lapped the remains of his cum and her cunt juices out of her cunt. This completed, Pat turned around and kissed and hugged Anne some more.

"My God! Shirley will be home from ballet in a few minutes."

Pat dressed. Anne put on a bra and panties under her housecoat. Pat was moving boxes up to the attic when Shirley came in the door. Pat blushed. What if she found out what he was doing with her mother. Wow! He had to be careful.

His wanted to brag about this to the boys at school but he better not. David would have it all over school in a day if he found out. The fewer people that found out the better off he was. He didn't know what would happen if his parents ever found out.

Anne paid Pat nine dollars for the three hours work. Pat didn't want to take it. Anne asked him what he would tell his parents if he didn't. Pat reluctantly took the money. It just didn't seem right that Anne should pay him money for what he'd done this afternoon.

Anne reminded Pat that she had work for him next Wednesday. Pat said he'd be back. He hoped it was the same kind of work that he had done today.

Pat did a lot of thinking on the way home. Anne hadn't worn anything under her housecoat but put on a bra and panties when Shirley was due home. She had personally led him up the steep stairs when she could have given him instructions. She rubbed his cock when she had him on the landing. It all couldn't have been an accident. She'd walked into the bathroom without knocking.

Pat came to some astute conclusions. Anne hadn't hired him to do odd jobs. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to suck his cock and have him lap her cunt. The way to get him in the house with her was with the pretext of giving him work. Otherwise people would wonder what he was doing there. His mother was one of those people. He better have good answers to the questions she was bound to ask when he got home.

Robin did have questions. What did the Wollenski house look like? What kind of jobs was he to do? How had Ms. Wollenski treated him? Wow! If he told his mother the way Anne treated him, she would go through the roof. Pat answered the questions in his usual detached manner. He was glad he'd thought over his answers on the way home. He could have been caught up any number of times.

After dinner Pat went to his bedroom, did his homework, and waited for Sarah to appear in her bedroom. She showed up at nine and they went through the same routine as they had the night before. Pat found that he enjoyed it more now that he had the experience with Anne. He wondered if Sarah's cunt would taste the same as Anne's. He'd like to try it and find out.