Marsha stood before the young man in her black leather bra and her boots. Her hairy, sexy cunt was bare so that he could see just how good her pussy really was.
The room they were in was covered with leather and the young man and the older, sexy woman sniffed that aroma together as they looked at each other and waited for the fucking to start.
Before it could start, she had to tell the young man the whole truth.
"I come into this leather room and put on this leather outfit and play with myself. I fuck myself with this leather rod. I use it as if it were a cock, your cock."
The young man laughed because he knew a compliment when he heard it.
And Marsha knew that she was telling the man the truth. She knew that she wanted this young man who was hardly more than a boy. She wanted him to fuck her. She had dreamed about his big cock going in and out of her pussy time and time again.
It did not matter to her that some would consider sex with this young man perverted.
It did not matter to her that he was her son.
The blonde opened her legs and ran her fingers over her hairy twat.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned. "I want you to fuck my pussy, my son and make me feel so good."
CHAPTER ONE
Jessica Jenson sat behind the wheel of her car and watched the young, blond boy pass by. She had been watching him like this for days and she already knew a great deal about him.
She hoped that she would be able to fuck this boy and that this boy would then lead her to his mother, the famous former movie star.
Jessica Jenson was a young television journalist and she was after a scoop, the kind of story that would propel her right to the top of her profession. This story could be that scoop. The boy was seventeen years old and he was the son of Marsha Billings, the famous movie sex symbol.
Jessica watched the boy walk down the street in front of her car and ran through all of the details she had in her mind about Marsha Billings.
The woman was thirty-five now, if studios could be believed. She had become a famous star almost over-night when she appeared in "Revenge of the Vikings." She was twenty-two at that time, married to a soldier and trying to make a little extra money as a model. But, after that film, Marsha Billings never had to worry about money again. Her blonde sex appeal and her child-like, vulnerable quality made her one of the major stars of the screen.
And she could act too. She played very tender parts with warmth and beauty. She was nominated for academy awards two times during her career. One nomination came for her performance in "They Had What They Wanted," and the other came for the performance in "The Only Girl in the World."
Then, two years before, she had suddenly quit the movies and had taken her teen-aged children, a son and a daughter and left Hollywood. For months, no one knew where she was or what she was doing. Then Jessica Jenson got a tip that Marsha Billings was living in the small Massachusetts town where she had grown up, where the people of the town protected her from outsiders and members of the press.
Jessica had been in this town for nearly a week. At first, no one would admit that Marsha Billings lived in this town, that they even knew who she was. But she found one man who liked the way that Jessica looked and she fucked that man for information. It was the way that Jessica had gotten a couple of her major scoops before. She knew that she was attractive with her soft, blonde hair and her round face. She looked like a little girl who had grown up to be a completely professional woman without losing her little-girl charm. That is what men liked most about her, that little-girl charm.
When she had fucked that one man in town, he drove her to the big house at the far end of Maple Drive, the house surrounded by a high wall. That was where the famous actress lived, he said. Her children went to the local high school and she took care of that big house all by herself. She did not have any servants at all.
Jessica thought that that was strange. This wealthy, Hollywood sex goddess was living in a small town and acting like a mother of two children and nothing more. She was acting like a regular housewife, except for one thing. The man from the town who had told Jessica all that he knew about the famous actress's new life did not mention a husband. In fact, he said, he had never seen a man around the big house at all, only the boy and the girl and the mother.
That was strange. Jessica had also researched Marsha's husband, a marine who rose to the rank of major and fought in the Vietnam War. But, after Vietnam, he was not heard from again, at least in the press. The reporters knew that Ted Billings was not dead, but they were not sure what had happened to him.
Jessica watched the young son of Marsha Billings head down the street for his house and she studied him too. He was a good-looking boy, a thin, blond boy with a hairless, tanned face. He was the kind of boy that teen-aged girls usually fell in love with immediately when they saw him walk into the classroom. But Jeff Billings had been in that town for two years and he still did not seem to have a girlfriend. In fact, he did not seem to have any friends at all. He was always alone, walking to and from school with his books under his arm. He walked quickly, as if he were afraid that someone was chasing him. Jessica watched Jeff move into the distance and wondered if he had ever been fucked.
It would be a pleasure to fuck this boy, she thought.
And that is what she intended to do tonight. She would fuck him and then she would ask him to lead her to his mother. That was the way that Jessica would get the scoop, the story that would make her a big-name television star.
Jessica had only been a small-time reporter before with a small-time UHF station in Boston, but that was going to change. She was on her vacation now and she was going to come back from that vacation with word to her bosses that she had gotten an interview with the famous star and an agreement to appear on camera for another interview. Or, she thought quickly, maybe she would not go to her bosses with that story. Maybe she would call the networks in New York City and let one of them bite at her yarn and her interview. That way, she would be able to work for the network and be on national TV every night.
But all of those plans were just fantasies at the moment. She knew that. First, she had to get Jeff Billings on her side and she had already worked out how she would do it.
The young man went one other place besides school. He went to the library every night and checked out a couple of books. It seemed that he spent a great deal of time reading and she wondered if that blond fellow ever really slept.
But that did not matter, not yet. What did matter was that Jessica planned to be at the library that night when he came out of that little building with a couple of books in his hands.
Then she would really put her plan into action.
Jessica smiled and lit a cigarette and sat there behind the steering wheel and wondered about the daughter, Kristy Billings. That girl was not at all like her brother. The man that she had fucked had told Jessica all kinds of stories about the fifteen-year-old daughter of the famous movie star. She was a cheerleader in high school and seemed to be very popular with all of the students, especially the boys. But there had been talk, rumors about her sexual feats, her wild ways even at fifteen. Jessica knew that she would have to investigate those rumors too. She wanted to know as much as she could know about the whole Billings family for her scoop.
Jessica turned the key in the ignition and thought again about how good this story was going to be for her career.
She had heard all the stories about journalists who had become overnight sensations with one story. She knew about all of those second-string reporters who had gone to Texas with President Kennedy in November of 1963 because no senior members of the press wanted to be bothered with that type. Those journalists who had gone had suddenly found that; they were senior members of the press after they covered that national tragedy. That was the thing that made journalism so strange, Jessica thought. Often, what was bad for the country was good for the journalists who covered it. And Jessica knew that she would never get anywhere if she started worrying about what was bad for the country or bad for the people involved in her stories. So what if Marsha Billings just wanted to be left alone? So what if she had had some kind of tragedy in her life that no one really knew anything about? Jessica knew that she was going to have to uncover as much as possible about that famous movie star, whether it hurt her or not. Get the facts and let the chips fall where they may, one of her professors in journalism school had said to her and that was the way that she had to work. Besides, she thought, the people of America wanted to know what had happened to their beloved star. They had paid millions of dollars to see her on the screen and they wanted her back on that screen if they could get her. If they could not get her, they at least wanted to know what had happened to her and what had happened to her family. Jessica found that she was especially intrigued with the questions about her husband, the war hero who had just disappeared from public view. Was he still alive? Was he injured in some way in Vietnam? She wanted answers. All America wanted answers to those questions.
Jessica was only twenty-four years old. She hoped that she was up to this kind of story. There were so many questions to be asked, she thought as she drove down the little street. So many questions and so many things to uncover. She took a deep breath and determined to uncover as much as she could.
She would start in the uncovering of the story that night when she met Jeff Billings outside the library.
That night, she parked her car in front of the little library building and got out of the car and opened the hood. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a T-shirt that showed off her girlish curves. She knew that she was attractive to men, but she wanted one man only that night, the teen-aged son of Marsha Billings. She knew that Jeff was in the library. She had seen him go into the building from where she had parked the car about a block away. She would be the helpless woman in distress for Jeff Billings. Jessica knew that no man would be able to resist playing a knight in shining armor.
She was bending over, twitching her ass in the cool night air, when Jeff Billings came out of the library. She was looking under the hood of the car.
When she heard the footsteps coming up behind her, she turned and saw the blond young man.
He was very handsome in a boyish way she thought. Then, she asked him her prepared question.
"Could you help me?" she asked. "I think that there is something wrong with my car."
The teen-ager grinned at her. Jessica had done her homework well. She had learned that Jeff Billings liked to tinker with cars and she had loosened the fan-belt of this car just a little bit, so that he would be able to correct the belt and be her hero.
It was late spring and Jeff wore white at night, just as Jessica did. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of white jeans. When Jessica looked at him from this close, she immediately realized that he was muscular in his slimness, that his body was taut with strength, boyish, thin strength, a special kind that she liked most of all. She also thought that they would go well together. She was blonde and his hair was light too. They were both wearing white that night and she remembered that he was Jeff and she was Jessica. Everything seemed to point toward a union between them on this late spring night and looking at the teen-aged boy, the young journalist hoped that she be united with him. She found Jeff Billings very sexy.
The young man did not say anything. He just set the books that he carried on the top of the car and walked to the front of the vehicle. He peered under the hood for a second and then tightened the fan-belt with an easy motion of his hand. Then he smiled up.
"Is it all right now?" Jessica asked, knowing that it was all right.
Jeff nodded his head.
"Thank you very much," the blonde said, twisting her body in her tight shorts and T-shirt and looking the young mart over as she complimented him. "You are my hero tonight."
The young man blushed, but did not say anything.
"What is your name?" Jessica asked.
"J-J-Jeff," the young man stammered. Then he turned his face away from her and seemed ashamed that he had finally had to speak, had shown off his affliction to this sexy, young woman.
He was a stutterer.
That explained a great deal, the journalist thought. That explained why he did not run around with other kids. She knew that high school students could be very cruel and Jeff had probably faced a lot of cruelty because of his affliction. He seemed ashamed of it. But he was still handsome and sexy, the journalist thought. Stutter or no stutter, she wanted to fuck this boy.
"Would you like to have a ride somewhere, Jeff?" the journalist asked, ignoring his stammer and smiling at him to let him know that she was still interested in him.
The young man stood up and shrugged his shoulders.
"I am new in town," Jessica said, leaning against the car and watching the young man's eyes go down to her braless tits that moved inside her T-shirt. "Maybe you could show me around."
Again, he shrugged his shoulders. But Jessica was not going to be denied. She picked up the books that he had put on the top of her car and looked at them. He had checked out two novels, one by F. Scott Fitzgerald and one by Thomas Wolfe. She smiled at him.
"These are two of my favorite writers too," she said softly. "I think that they are both fine stylists."
"I-I-I-I like them," Jeff said bashfully.
Jessica threw the books into the opened car window and opened the door on the driver's side.
"Come on," she said. "Show me around town."
The boy could not deny her. He was attracted to her. The journalist knew that. And she also knew that he felt good with her because she did not even seem to notice his stammer. He walked around to the other side of the car and shut the hood before he got in.
When Jessica turned the key in the ignition, the motor purred like a kitten. She listened to it for a second and then turned to Jeff.
"Thank you again, Jeff," she said. "It sounds just fine. You are really my hero."
The boy blushed again as Jessica pulled away from the curb and started down the road. She was driving to the edge of town. She did not really need anyone to show her around, but if the boy wanted to point out some of the landmarks of the area, that would be all right with her.
But Jeff did not point anything out. He kept his eyes on Jessica, as if he already knew what she wanted, that she wanted something more than a guide around the town. He kept staring at the pretty, blonde woman, looking in particular at her tits, the things that moved in her T-shirt when she breathed. She glanced at him and smiled, showing her dimples to this boy.
Finally, the young man worked up his courage and spoke some more words.
"Wh-What is your n-n-name?"
"Jessica," she said.
"Ver-ver-very pretty name and you are very pretty too," he said.
"Thank you, Jeff. I think that you are very handsome and sexy."
When she said that, she glanced down at his jeans and saw the bulge in his crotch, the way that that bulge was growing as he stared at her. She was happy to see that. She wanted this boy to feel comfortable with her but she also wanted him to feel turned on with her too.
"Maybe we will go out by the lake and sit and talk. All right, Jeff?"
The blond, young man just nodded his head. He, no doubt, knew what people did when they parked by the lake. They did not sit and talk. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to steady his nerves for this experience. She wondered again as she looked at him if he had ever fucked a girl before. In a way, she hoped that he had not done that, because she wanted to be Jeff Billings' first woman. She wanted to make him feel indebted to her. That way, it would easier to get him to talk to his mother about her and her request for an interview, Jessica thought.
It was still early in the evening and there were no other cars parked by the lake when they got there. Jessica pulled into the spot that she had picked out in advance, a spot far away from where the other cars driven by teen-agers usually wound up. She turned off the motor and sat there behind the steering wheel and looked at Jeff.
"I have been watching you for a couple of days," she said softly. "I saw you and I thought that you were very sexy and very handsome and I just had to meet you some way."
The boy did not say anything. He just stared at her with his blue eyes anxious and eager to do anything that she wanted to do. She could read that in those eyes and she knew that this boy was going to be putty in her hands.
She reached out and ran her fingers over his blond hair. It was long and cut to form a circle around his face. Jessica thought that it made him look a little like a little boy angel. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"I want you tonight, Jeff," she said softly, tenderly. "I want you just for tonight because I think that we would go well together. We are both in white and we are both blonde and we are-"
Jessica did not get a chance to complete her sentence. Jeff moved close to her very quickly and pulled her to him and kissed her mouth before she could get any more words out. His lips were hard against hers, but as the kiss deepened and as she put her arms around him to show him that she craved him with a tender passion, the kiss became softer and more sexy. She opened her mouth and let him move his tongue into her. Their tongues played little games with each other there, moving from one mouth to the other. When the kiss was over, Jeff just held her against his strong, young body and breathed into her hair.
Then she had to ask the question that had been plaguing her for a long time.
"Have you ever done this before, Jeff, what we are going to do?"
"Yes," he murmured without stammering at all.
"When?"
"In California."
"Who was the girl?"
Jeff pulled back and looked at the journalist with his eyes soft with lust for her.
"It was a w-w-w-woman," he admitted. "A friend of my m-m-m-mother's."
"Oh."
"It was a long time ago," he added softly.
Jessica quickly did some figuring in her head. It could not have been that long ago really. Jeff was only seventeen years old right now. But he had been in this town for a couple of years and that meant that he had probably be seduced by his mother's friend when he was fifteen or even younger. She wondered who that woman had been, a famous star just like his mother? She tried to picture one of the famous movie stars from the screen fucking this boy when he was only fourteen or fifteen, rolling and rocking under him with passion. The vision gave the journalist chills. It was something else she would have to learn about, something else that she would have to uncover. If Jeff's first woman was a movie star, it would make a great story, especially if Jessica found out that this famous woman liked to fuck only young boys.
But that was for the future, the journalist reminded herself. The present was more important.
Jessica ran her fingers over the boy's shoulders and spoke to him softly.
"Show me your body, Jeff," she said.
He smiled at that request, but he did not hesitate. He wanted to show her his body. He was proud of the way he looked, the journalist thought, even though he was ashamed of his stammer. But she found that she liked even the stammer. It made Jeff seem more vulnerable and boyish, more like a man-child who would turn into a very good stud.
Jeff pulled his T-shirt off and showed the woman his muscular chest. Then he sat there and grinned at her. She knew what he wanted. He had taken off his T-shirt. He wanted her to take off hers.
And the television journalist was very willing to do that.
She slowly ran her fingers down over her tits. They were not huge knockers, but they were well-formed and sexy and they were the kind of tits that a pretty professional woman such as Jessica could make good use of.
She put her hands under her T-shirt and gave him another smile, showing tier dimples in a cute, sexy way. Then she pulled the T-shirt off with a steady movement. The T-shirt tousled her hair as it came off and made her look even more natural and loving too the boy.
Then the journalist sat there in the front seat of the car and let the young man look at her bare, sexy tits.
"You can touch my breasts, Jeff. In fact, I would like for you to touch them."
Her words came in a soft, whispery voice, a voice that was filled with passion for the young man.
Jeff reached out and put his hands on her breasts, cupped her flesh with each hand and squeezed her tits gently. Jessica closed her eyes and moaned a little as she felt the desire rush through her body. This young man's touch thrilled her. She tried to keep in mind that he was Marsha Billings' son, that he would lead her to the biggest story of her career. But she could not think about that right then. She could only think about the feeling that he was giving her with his hand on her breasts. He was massaging those tits and moving them with a slow, almost leisurely motion. She liked that. This young man must have learned a lot from his older woman lover those many months ago, the journalist thought. He had learned how to touch a girl and made her feel warm and juicy inside.
The oil came to the journalist's cunt and both the boy and the woman smelled the sweet aroma of wet pussy there in that car. It thrilled both of them and made them want to continue with this action until they reached their ultimate passion point.
Jessica reached out as Jeff continued to rub her tits and ran her hands over his strong, young shoulders and down his arms. She felt the muscles tight in there, tight and trembling in his arms as he worked on her breasts.
"I want you, Jeff," the blonde, sexy journalist muttered.
And then she crushed the boy's body against hers and kissed him with passion. She ran her fingers up and down his back and felt the strength that was there as he continued to gently massage her breasts and run his fingers under her tits to give her a tingling in that soft, feminine flesh there.
Jessica took her lips off his and kissed his boyish, hairless face with little, loving smacks. She felt the boy take his hands off her tits and move his fingers down her stomach as that part of her body tingled and tensed with lustful spasms.
As the boy raised himself up on the car seat, the woman ran her hands over his tight, white jeans and felt his rounded buns and pressed him even closer to her body.
Then the boy began to pull away from her. For the first few seconds, he almost had to struggle to get out of her arms. That did not surprise Jeff. He was used to that clinging that women did when they had him in their clutches. The other woman, his mother's friend, had been that way too. She had not wanted to let him go, even for a few seconds. But the blonde in the car finally did let him move away from her and when she saw that he was going to loosen his pants, she relaxed. She knew that he was not trying to escape her.
As Jeff slipped out of his shoes and loosened his belt, he thought of that other woman and what she had done for him back in Hollywood.
She was one of those movie actresses that everyone reads about, the aging woman who had once made a career out of playing the girl next door. Now that she was no longer a girl, she had to play madams and wardens in women's prisons and stuff like that. But she was still sexy enough to attract Jeff and she had been attracted to him too. The actress had always liked to fuck, something that the studio had covered up when she was the girl-next-door. She also liked to drink.
And she had been drunk the afternoon that she had come over to the Hollywood mansion where her good friend, Marsha, lived. She had been so drunk that, when she saw Jeff there alone, sitting at the edge of the pool in his swimming trunks, she had reached out and grabbed his prick and massaged it without even letting him speak to her and protest what she was doing. Of course, he would not have protested anyway. Jeff was very shy because of his stammer and he did not like to talk to people. But he was also a horny teen-ager and he wanted to fuck the woman.
They had fucked there at the edge of the pool, on the concrete. The woman had showed Jeff many things that afternoon and after they were through with their tucking, she had talked to him about his mother.
"You arc certainly Marsha's boy," she said with a smile as she lay there next to him, naked in the afternoon sun.
He looked at her and the question came from his eyes. He wanted to know what she meant by that.
"Do you know what your mother likes to do?" the woman had asked the boy.
Jeff shook his head. His mother did not seem to enjoy very much at all. She always seemed strangely sad to Jeff and that made Jeff worry about her.
"Your mother likes to dress up in leather and parade around in her bedroom while people watch her and admire her," the woman revealed. "She does that on weekends when she sends you and Kristy away to visit relatives or some such shit."
Jeff tried to think. The woman's revelation confused him. He and Kristy did not go to visit relatives. They went to the farm that their mother owned with a couple of servants and spent the weekends riding horses and acting like cowboy and cowgirl. It did seem that Jeff's mother was always more at ease when he and Kristy returned from those weekends, but the boy had always thought that she was more at ease because she had spent the weekend resting.
But what was this about leather?
"L-l-leather?" he asked the woman.
"Leather," she replied, nodding her head affirmatively. "Your mother likes to wear leather. She wears leather bras and leather panties and she carries a little leather pole with her. Did you see your mother in that Viking Women movie?"
Jeff nodded his head. He had seen that movie on television one night and his mother had informed him that that was the movie that had made her a star. He thought that his mother looked very sexy and pretty in that movie.
"She wore leather in that film," the actress said, "and she found out when she was making that movie that that was the way that she liked to dress. That leather was cool and smelled nice and made her clit get hard and her cunt juicy."
The woman had continued to talk about his mother, but Jeff had blocked her words out of his mind. He did not know what to think about his mother parading around the bedroom in leather garments. But he knew that something about that idea thrilled him.
He loved his mother very much and he thought that she was very sexy and his only wish was to make his mother a happy woman. He knew that she had not been happy in a long time, if she had ever been happy.
All of these thoughts and memories ran through his head and he pushed his jeans down his legs and pulled them off. He sat there in the front seat in his jockey shorts and looked down at the big bulge in them. He glanced at the pretty, blonde woman who sat next to him with her tits bare and he could see that she too was looking at the bulge. It captivated her just as it had captivated that actress on that sunny afternoon in Hollywood.
Jeff had not fucked any other women after that actress-not because he did not like fucking but because he did not know how to go about asking a girl to make it with him. He was still ashamed of his stutter. But, if a pretty woman did not ask him to talk, he would be glad to fuck her, he decided, glad indeed. However, no pretty women had come along in his life until tonight. This one had not asked him to talk that much and she did not seem to mind his stammer. That made him very happy.
And he kept thinking of his mother in leather. He had never seen his mother dressed like that. He had not really wanted to see her like that because he knew that the reality would never be as good as the fantasy that he had carried in his brain for years.
But he had thought about her often and now he wondered if his mother still dressed in black leather when she was at home alone. He sensed that that leather had something to do with the fact that his mother had left Hollywood and come back to this little town with Jeff and Kristy. But he was not sure how the leather worked into the story, really. He just sensed that it did.
He looked at the lovely, bare-breasted woman who sat next to him. She had moved from behind the steering wheel and was sitting in the middle of the long front seat. She ran her fingers over his neck and she put her other hand on his leg and slowly moved that hand up his thigh. She did not rush it and Jeff was glad that she was not going to rush. He wanted to take his time with this woman, so that he could feel all the tingling that she could give a boy such as he was.
When Jessica finally worked her hand up to the briefs, she spread her fingers and cupped the cock and the balls, the bulge in the undergarment with her hand. She played with Jeff that way and she leaned close to him and moaned in his ear.
"I bet you are very big, Jeff," she murmured. "I bet you are one hell of a stud."
Jeff just nodded his head. He knew that he was a stud. The woman he had had in Hollywood had said that he was a stud, that he was an excellent lay.
And now the teen-aged boy knew that he would even be better at fucking because he had a new vision to think about when he fucked this woman. He could think about his mother in leather.
His mother was so sexy, even now. He thought about her as the blonde woman played with his bulge and he remembered that his mother was blonde too, blonde and fresh-faced and pretty with big tits. She had been a star and she had deserved to be one too.
Jessica wanted to hurry up and fuck this young man, but she did not want to do it in the car. She wanted to be comfortable in her fucking and she had already planned this part out, had already sought out a very private, very natural place to fuck Jeff Billings.
"Let's get out of the car," she said softly.
When Jeff nodded his head, agreed to her suggestion, the journalist moved away from him and opened the door on her side of the car. Jeff got out on the other side and stood there in his briefs and waited for her to come around to him and take his hand and lead him to where she wanted him to go.
She led him to a spot surrounded by trees, a lovely, soft spot of earth that seemed very natural to the journalist on this night in late spring.
There, he stood on the ground and watched as the bare-titted, blonde woman lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
His mother in leather. That vision ran through his mind and got mixed up with the sight that he was really seeing at that moment, the sight of the blonde woman kneeling before him and running her hands over the back of his legs and looking up at him as if he were a god that she were worshipping. But, in his mind, the woman who knelt before him was not this pretty stranger who had picked him up in front of the library. It was his mother, dressed in leather, kneeling before him and begging him to make her happy for the first time in her life.
Jeff would do anything for his mother.
He looked down on Jessica and smiled. That smile and his silence made him special to the journalist. She wanted to give him pleasure and get pleasure from him. He would be a stud. She was sure of that. She pressed the side of her face to the bulge in his jockey shorts, using it almost like a pillow. She rested there for a moment and thought of nothing, not of her career and not of the scoop that she wanted. She only felt warm with that cock pulsing against the side of her face like something that was alive and powerful, like something that was yearning to give her all that she wanted in life.
It had been months since she had actually had a fucking that she had enjoyed. The guy who had led her to Marsha Billings and her family had not been very good and the men in Boston, the man who told her that they could do great things for her, were not very good either. But this boy would be good. She just knew it. He had had some experience and he was young and trim and handsome and feverishly eager but willing to wait. He was everything that a woman wanted in a man, Jessica thought.
The journalist ran her face over the bulge slowly and felt the pulsing from that cock move through her own body as if she were strangely connected to Jeff, as if they were part of the same, lustful creature.
Then she pulled her face away from him and looked up at him again as he smiled down in silence and she put her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. She pulled them down with a slow, steady motion, the kind that a woman uses with a man when she knows that he will be good and when she wants to prolong things until everything is just right.
The jockey shorts came down with ease and the cock, that thing that had been yearning to get out of captivity for so long, jumped out at Jessica. It was long and fat and the soft, light hair that grew at the base of it made it look even bigger to her eyes. She looked up at the boy's face again and she could not get over the idea that he was just a boy and that, somehow, a man's throbbing prick had been grafted onto his boyish body. He was a man-child, the type that she really liked, the type that she had liked from the first moment that she had started to fuck when she was fifteen years old. There was something about Jeff's youthful, silent sexiness that seemed to infect Jessica. They were made for each other, she thought again and she felt young too even though she was not all that old. She felt girlish, more girlish that she had been in years. She was no longer the tough professional journalist. She was a little girl looking at the body of a boy that she wanted more than anything else in the whole world.
"I want to suck your cock," she said softly, looking up at Jeff.
The boy nodded.
Quickly, Jessica pulled the jockey shorts down his legs and held them for him to step out of the undergarments. When he was naked, Jessica leaned against his legs and kissed them and tasted the sweetness of his flesh. She licked the almost hairless flesh of his thighs and then turned her attention again to that cock, that prick that stood out from his boyish body.
She took her hands off his legs and held them up to the cock, as if she were offering some gift to that prick. Then she wrapped the fingers of one of her hand around the big tool and she noticed that she was trembling and that her breath was shallow with excitement. She had not been this turned on in a long time, she thought.
Jessica stroked the prick with her hand a couple of times and watched the drop of fluid form on the head of the prick. She leaned forward and licked that drop off Jeff's cock with a quick movement of her tongue. Then she kissed the pink tip of the rod, the crown of his manhood. It tasted sweet and young and fresh to her. And Jeff stood so still that she thought for a moment that he was a statue. That was a nice fantasy, she thought, for if he were a statue, he would never grow old, he would never lose his thin, boyish, muscled appeal. But he was not a statue. A statue is cold, she reminded herself and Jeff was very warm, especially his cock. That rod was warm and it heated her too, made her feel lustful with heat as he stood there before her so silently. With that heat in her body and in her head, the journalist opened her mouth and leaned forward and pressed her lips around the crown of the cock and sucked. The boy stood there and let her do that. He did not move, but his prick, which seemed to have a life of its own, trembled and quivered with her sucking and added even more heat to both of them, to that mutual, lustful animal that they were when they were united on this late spring night.
Jessica liked the taste of his cock so much that she moved further down the shaft and felt the hard prick batter the back of her throat. She opened her throat and let the thing run down there and fill her up and make her feel soft and warm inside. Then she sucked with passion, moving her head back and forth on the cock and feeling the hardness in her. She was wetting his cock with her mouth, giving him even more power to use when he fucked her.
And Jessica could hardly wait for that fucking to begin. She wanted to know what that good cock would feel like when it was inside her pussy. She wanted to know just how much of a stud this boy was.
Her pussy was already wet with juice because she was so excited and her tits seemed alive with new nerves as she sucked on his cock and moved back and forth, toward and away from the young man's thin body.
Then she took her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He smiled down, letting the woman know that she had pleased him a great deal with her lips and her sucking.
Jessica lay back on the ground and put her hands on her shorts. She rubbed her fingers over the area over her pussy and felt the trembling inside the shorts there and then she loosened the shorts and raised her hips and pushed them off her body.
She was not wearing any panties.
Her cunt hair was soft and brownish and lush like a tropical jungle, Jeff thought.
The teen-aged boy kept thinking that this woman was blonde and sexy, as his mother was blonde and sexy. When he saw Jessica's pussy hair, he wondered if his mother's was much the same way, lush and brownish and furry like a little animal.
He hoped that it was.
He fell to his knees in front of the sexy blonde. Now it was his turn to worship her. He touched her shorts and took them in his hands and pulled them off her body slowly. She let him do that. She even smiled at him when he did that, when he played that special part in getting her ready for the fucking.
When the woman was naked too. Jeff looked down and studied her pussy. He moved his fingers slowly up the inside of her thighs and then touched the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs wide for him as he ran his finger around the moist lips of her cunt and felt the skin quiver under his touch. He liked that. He thought that the quivering was a sign that he was making her happy and Jeff only wanted to make women happy, women like his mother who deserved to be happy because they were so sexy and they gave so much to so many people.
He slipped his finger into the woman's snatch and felt the oozing juiciness in there. The woman sighed when she felt his finger invade her and Jeff liked hearing that sigh, another sign of peace and happiness, he thought.
Jessica knew that it was only a matter of time until something else that belonged to that boy was in her. She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at his cock, the prick that she had sucked. She had given that cock something, she thought and soon it would give something back to her.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned, saying the words before she even realized that they were out of her mouth. "Fuck my pussy and make me come."
"Will it make you happy to come?" he asked.
There was no stammer now. He was naked and sure of himself because this woman was blonde like his mother.
"Yes," Jessica moaned. "It will make me very happy to come."
Jeff pulled his fingers out of her snatch and moved close to that sweet opening in her body. His cock was still hard because he had been thinking about his mother all this time. He moved between her outstretched legs and lifted her pussy up by putting his hands under her firm ass and raising that sweet body toward him. He took a deep breath and knew what he must do. He must make this woman happy. That was his mission in life as he saw it.
He aimed his cock at her juicy opening and pressed his body to hers. The tip of his prick went into her and the blonde woman sighed and tensed her body and moaned to him.
"Fuck me, you boy stud. Fuck me and make me happy."
With those words ringing in his ears, Jeff moved into her with a force, a manly force. The woman gasped and then relaxed when his cock was in her, deep in her pussy. Then Jeff started to fuck, staying there on his knees and feeling her pussy pulse against him as she moved with his rhythm and fucked him back.
All of that waiting was worth it, Jessica thought as the fucking began. It was worth it because she now felt that boy in her pussy and felt his cock filling her up like nothing had filled her in a long time. She was mindlessly moving against his prick, fucking him back with a youthful energy, thinking of nothing but the warmth that shot through her body every time that Jeff moved his cock deep into her love-hole. She tensed her ass, the ass that he still held in his hands and she moaned as they moved together and formed that one, unified, lustful animal again.
Jessica lifted her arms up and beckoned the fucking boy-man to her. Jeff read her needs and came to her without missing a stroke into her pussy. As he leaned forward, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and touched his boyish face with her fingers and then, as he came closer, she kissed him. They lay on the ground together, with Jeff moving on top of her and their bodies matching in rhythms that seemed to come up from the earth and they fucked with youthful glee.
Then Jessica began to gasp as the heat in her body became more intense, too intense for her to stand it any longer. She knew that she was going to have to get that heat out of her body and she knew that that meant that she was going to have an orgasm. She yearned for that orgasm. Most men did not give her such passionate heat at all, but this boy was giving it to her and she knew that this orgasm would be one of the best that she had ever had.
She pressed her legs tightly around the blond boy's body and kissed his face and whispered to him with words that were quick and anxious.
"I am going to come. Come with me, Jeff."
It would make her happy if he could come with her. The boy knew that and he wanted to make this blonde woman happy. So he speeded up his fucking as the friction that worked between his cock and her wet pussy gave him an extra charge. He started to gasp too and he gurgled with a sound that came from deep in his throat.
When Jessica heard that sound, she knew that it was only a matter of seconds until they would be sharing their orgasm and loving each other in one of the best ways possible. She felt the soft earth move under her and she tightened her hold on the thin, muscled boy and she waited for the heat to burst forth from her pussy. She felt her clitoris throb as it was beaten by Jeff's body and cock, by his thrusting into her. And then the explosion came.
Both blonde woman and blond young man sighed and held each other as they came together and felt the warmth spread all around them like a little fire that protected them from everything that was bad in the world. They clutched each other and gasped and murmured with meaningless, wonderful sounds to each other. Then their comings were over.
Then Jeff slowly pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy and moved away from her and lay down next to her on the soft ground. He stretched out his arm and the woman moved so that her head was resting on his boyish chest. Jeff ran his fingers through her blonde hair absent-mindedly as they rested from the exertion of the fucking.
Then the woman spoke to the boy.
"I know who your mother is, Jeff," she said.
Jeff looked up at the night sky overhead. It did not surprise him, in a way. He had figured that his mother had something to do with all of this. He did not say anything because he did not know what to say.
"I work for a television station, Jeff." the blonde woman added as she ran her quick fingers over his cock.
Still, the boy was silent.
"I want to interview your mother," the woman said.
"Y-y-y-you can't," Jeff muttered.
Jessica knew that it would not be simple, but she also knew that she would be able to get this boy on tier side with a few more touches and kisses, with perhaps another wonderful fucking session. She looked up at his face as he stared up at the sky and she kissed his lips lightly with her own.
"Ask your mother to grant me an interview," she requested.
"She wo-wo-won't do it," he said.
"Maybe she will if you ask her to do it."
"No, she wo-wo-won't."
"Well, you can try, can't you?"
The boy was silent.
"Tell your mother that I would do anything for an interview, for the exclusive story of her sudden retirement from the screen. I want to know why she went into hiding. Do you know why, Jeff?"
The boy shook his head. He did not know why his mother had quit. He thought that it had something to do with the leather that his mother like to wear, but he was not sure. He only knew that his mother had called him into her room one day and had told him that they were going to return to Massachusetts. He had not asked questions. He did not like to talk and he wanted his mother to be happy. If moving back to Massachusetts would make the woman happy, then that is what Jeff wanted to do too. It really did not make any difference to him where he lived.
His only goal in life was to make pretty, blonde women happy.
"Jeff," Jessica said softly, "I need that interview with your mother. I need to find out why she left the screen, why she decided that she did not want to make any more movies. And I need to find out what happened to your father."
Then the woman paused before she asked the next question.
"What did happen to your father, Jeff?"
Jeff did not say anything. His mother had sworn both him and Kristy to secrecy about that. He knew that he would not break his vow, not even for this woman. He looked down at her and tried to change the subject.
"Will you su-su-su-suck-"
"Suck your cock?" Jessica asked.
The blond young man nodded his head.
"Sure," the woman said. "I will suck your cock a million times if you will only ask your mother to give me an interview. I need that interview, Jeff. It could make me a big star in television news. And it would make me very happy."
When she said that, when she announced that she needed the interview to be happy, Jeff knew that he could not refuse her. He would have to ask his mother to give the woman the interview, but he was sure that his mother would refuse to do it. His mother hated the press. She had many secrets and she did not want any of them revealed. In fact, she even had secrets from her own children. The leather was such a secret, the leather that Jeff thought about so often.
"I-I-I-I will a-a-a-ask her," Jeff said.
"Thank you, Jeff," the blonde woman said.
Jessica smiled at the boy and kissed him again with a soft peck. Part one of her plan had now been accomplished and it had been easy and exciting too. She looked down at the boy's prick. She had promised to suck on it and now she knew that she would have to suck it. She did not mind. Even wet with the juices of her cunt and limp from sexual exhaustion, it was fat and meaty and looked good. Jessica moved down the young man's body and lifted the prick into her hand and kissed the side of it. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the cunt oils that were still on the thing. She liked that taste. She thought that she was sweet.
She kissed the cock and thought about her career. He had promised to ask his mother to grant her an interview. If she could only talk to Marsha Billings and find out the answers to some very important questions, Jessica knew that she would be on her way, on her way to stardom and a good job with a high salary.
Grateful for what he had promised to do and loving the taste of the meat, Jessica opened her mouth and sucked the cock into her. She worked on it until she felt the hardness in her and knew that she would fuck this boy again before this night was over.
And it would be fun to fuck him again, fun and exciting and all the good things that a good, passionate fuck could be.
And he was going to ask his mother for the interview. That would make the fuck even better, the journalist thought, better and more fulfilling.
CHAPTER TWO
The school year was almost over and the boys of the basketball team were celebrating before they parted for the rest of their lives. That year, they had won the state championship with their teamwork and agility and now, on this night, they were doing one more thing as a team.
It was only the first string players who met that night at Bob Rice's house. They were five of the finest athletes in the state and they were joyous on that occasion. They had drank a little beer and smoked a little dope and they were laughing with happiness and good fellowship as they sat around the living room and waited for the show to start.
Bob Rice's parents were out of town. They always seemed to be out of town and that is why the boys liked to gather at his house. At school, these five were the models of fine manhood that the principal and the coach often praised and pointed to when other boys got into trouble. But, when they were together at Bob's house, they were able to be themselves and they were able to have a fine time being males, good and strong males who liked girls.
Especially one girl.
"When is Kristy going to get here?" Ray Edwards asked Bob Rice.
"She is already here," the good host said with a grin, "but she is not quite ready to put on the show yet."
"When will she be ready?" Mike McLendon asked as Jim Riddle handed him a joint to smoke.
"When she is ready, she will let us all know," Bob said.
He knew the truth, but he was not going to let his friends in on that. He had fucked Kristy earlier in the evening, before the other members of the team had shown up and she had said that she wanted to wait until the boys were beside themselves with sexual tension before she made her appearance.
"Where is she?" John Swanson asked, looking around the house, trying to figure out what door Kristy was behind. He would break down that door if he had to in order to get to the sexy, little girl who would do anything for a thrill.
"She is here. That is enough. She will come out and perform for us when she is good and ready. You guys are just acting like animals now."
When Bob Rice finished that little speech, he giggled. Then he took the joint from Ray Edwards and sucked on it, feeling the sweet smoke go down into his lungs and make him feel light, so light that he thought he was going to float out of the chair where he was sitting.
The boys were lounging around the living room, smoking the dope and drinking the beer as they waited for Kristy to show up. In the middle of that living room was a table, a sturdy, big wooden thing that they had moved into position before the party began. It was the table that Kristy would dance on. She had done it before and for that reason, the table seemed very special to the boys in the room.
From time to time they would glance at the table longingly.
In the room beside the living room, Kristy stood on the other side of the door and listened to the boys' excited conversation. She liked it that they wanted her to hurry up and get out there. She liked teasing them a little bit, because she knew that she would wind up giving all five of them what they wanted. They were all so sexy and they were all champions. She liked champions, she decided. Winners turned her on.
In a way, she was a champion herself, she thought. She was only fifteen years old but she had been fucking for the past couple of years. In fact, she had started to fuck on the day that she and her family had moved into this small town. Sometimes, she hated the fact that mother had taken her away from Hollywood just as her sex life had begun. Kristy tried to imagine what kind of fun she would have in Hollywood, how many great champions she would be able to fuck there. But she had to admit that, even in this little town, she had not done badly for herself. She had gotten her share of champions even here.
The teen-aged girl turned to the mirror and looked at herself. She was proud of her body. Her tits were nice and full and her legs were firm. She did not have much baby fat at all, like many girls her age. She was just sex, a bundle of sex that wanted to burst out and fuck the whole fucking world.
She was wearing a pair of black stockings and a special corset-like garment that she had bought specially for occasions such as this one when she visited in Boston one weekend. The corset was black and frilly and soft on her body and covered her just enough so that she thrilled the boys who watched her take off the thing. She also wore a pair of black, lace panties, little things that were also soft and frilly. She put her hands on her panties and pressed the frilly material into her snatch and felt the tickling there. She giggled softly and then she put her ear to the door and listened to the boys talk. She knew all of them very well and she could recognize each voice.
"Wow," John Swanson said, "if she doesn't get out here soon, I am just going to have to whop the thing out and beat off."
"Yea," Mike McLendon retorted, "but it would be better to save it for that sweet, little cunt."
"Her cunt is sure sweet," Ray Edwards said dreamily, "and so fucking tight. I wonder how many guys she has fucked with that tight little pussy."
"Who knows," Jim Riddle said. "Maybe thousands."
Kristy giggled with she heard the exaggeration.
"Thousands?" Bob Rice said. "Shit, no. Not thousands. Hundreds maybe."
Kristy thought that that was funny too. She had kept an accurate count of the number of guys she had fucked and she knew that she had only screwed twenty-eight. After all, she was only fifteen and she had lived in this small town where the men were few and the champions were even fewer."
"She sure is something though," Mike McLendon said. "Something else."
And the others laughed in agreement as they waited for her.
Kristy took one last look in the mirror. Her hair was in place. She kept it cut short and curled around her face. At times, she was sorry that she did not have blonde hair like her mother and her brother had. She had inherited her father's dark brown hair. But she had made good use of her looks already, she remembered. She really could not complain at all.
Finally, Kristy knew that she could keep the boys waiting no longer. She could keep herself waiting no longer. She wanted to perform for them and then fuck them all, for they were all champions, all special to her.
She rapped on the door. That was the signal for Bob Rice to get up and turn on the stereo. She heard the boys moving there in the room, preparing themselves for her entrance. Then she heard the music start. She let the music go on for about ten seconds before she flipped the lock on the door and then pushed the door opened and stood there and looked at her championship audience.
They all looked at her and applauded.
Kristy walked slowly out to the middle of the living room. She was not wearing any shoes, only the black stockings that made her feel rattier adult, even though she was only fifteen. She knew that one reason that boys liked her so much had to do with that mixture of girlish looks and adult sensuality. She was a girl who was becoming a woman. She was experience and innocence all rolled into one and that made her a champion too.
Bob Rice had put a chair by the table, just as he always did on nights like this one. Kristy stepped into that chair and stood there and wiggled her ass for a second to the sound of the music. Then she moved onto the table and began to dance.
She would strip for them, strip and dance to the music and she would strip just like a seasoned pro would. She knew how to turn a boy on. She knew just how fast she should go and how much teasing a young man could take.
She knew a lot. She was the daughter of a former movie sex goddess.
The music was slow and pulsing with a beat. It was the music that she had rehearsed to, the music that she always danced to on special nights like this one. She moved around the table, shaking her body and giving each boy his own personal look at her sexy, girlish form.
Whenever she danced like this, Kristy thought about her mother, the movie star. She knew that many men had dreamed of her mother after they had seen her on the screen. Many men had probably masturbated thinking that they were fucking her mother's sweet pussy but Kristy thought that she was actually better than her mother. Her mother was sexy and beautiful but she had never really fucked her audience. She had never really given those men release and happiness. Kristy had fucked her audience before and would fuck them again tonight. The boys knew it and that turned them on even more. This fifteen-year-old sex goddess was not just teasing them. She was preparing them and preparing herself for the fuck that she would give all of them.
The soft, black corset that covered her stomach and girlish tits had a zipper that ran down the side. As she danced, Kristy worked that zipper down. She did it slowly so that the boys would get the maximum amount of pleasure out of each new inch of exposed flesh, out of each second of lustful anticipation. When the zipper was undone, Kristy shook her body and let the soft, black thing fall away from her and moved there in her panties and her black stockings. The boys cheered her tits and she shook them for them. She danced and ran her fingers over her breasts and around her pink nipples. She smiled at each one of the champions who sat around the table watching her. She let each of those champions know that she thought that he was special.
The music moved into a more rapid rhythm and Kristy was prepared for it. She danced with a fever, shaking her body and pressing her pantied cunt out at each boy as they smiled back at her. Ray Edwards even clapped his hands to the sound of the music and Kristy thought that that was funny. Ray always did that, as if he thought that he was at some kind of hootenanny or something like that.
Then Kristy pulled her panties down for a moment, away from her pussy. She gave the boys their first glimpse of the night and they cheered that glimpse as if they had never seen the cunt before. Of course, they had seen the cunt. She had danced for this gang of friends several times. They were her special champions and she had fucked them all before. But, with Kristy and the champions, each time was like the first time. The girl did not think that she could ever grow weary of these five and the moves that they made and she knew that they were not bored with her moves at all.
The little, black panties that she wore were special too. They were held together by little clasps on the side. So she did not really have to take them off. Two touches at her sexy sides and she was free. She shook the black things off and danced there in front of her audience with her pussy bare. Ray Edwards grabbed the panties and held them to his nose and sniffed on them but John Swanson quickly grabbed them out of his hand. He wanted a sniff too.
And Kristy smiled down at the boys and knew that the panties would smell good. Her cunt was filled with juices. She had gotten excited dancing for her special audience of teen-aged champions.
Kristy moved onto the table and lay on her side. She slowly raised one leg up to show the boys her pussy and then she turned and spread her legs and touched her furry lips and pulled them apart to let them see the pinkness in there. The boys cheered that. She moved around the table, giving each basketball player his own special look into her snatch and then she started to move again. She slid down in front of Bob Rice first and he knew that it was time for the guys to get involved with the show. Kristy was on her knees with her body leaning back and her cunt opened. Bob Rice moved his hand over that cunt and slipped his finger into that sweet and cream-filled pussy. Kristy smiled at him.
Bob only kept his finger in the cunt for a few seconds. He knew that that was all that he was allowed at that time. When he pulled his finger out, Kristy moved around the table and opened her pussy to Ray Edwards.
One after another, the champions fingered her pussy, making Kristy feel deliriously warm and loving to each of them. She especially like the feel of John Swanson's fingers in her cunt. His fingers were very long and skilled. He was an expert at catching the basketball when it was thrown by another member of the team.
As the boys fingered her snatch, Kristy thought again of her mother. She wondered if her mother had ever felt such a delicious feeling in her body, had ever serviced this many sexy guys at once. She did not know for sure. Her mother had so many secrets. It was as if her mother did not want her children to know anything about her and she did not want to know anything about her children either. Kristy would get home about midnight, but she knew that her mother would not ask where she had been or whom she had been with. It was like her mother was afraid to know the truth and Kristy thought that it was just as well that she did not ask. Kristy did not want to lie to the woman and she did not want to make her mother feel bad. Kristy knew that she could take care of herself now, that she would have to take care of herself. She knew that she and her brother and her mother lived in the same house and were members of the same family, but they were all basically alone.
And then there was her father. Kristy shook her head to clear her mind. She did not want to think about him.
By that time, Jim Riddle was fingering her pussy, the last one of the boys to do so. Jim always kept his fingers in just a little longer than his friends did, as if he were relishing the feeling of that warm, dripping slit. But he finally pulled his fingers out of her and wiped the juices onto her thigh and let the black stockings soak up that warm stuff.
Then Kristy knew that it was time to really start the fucking.
The girl lay on her back on the table and ran her fingers down her body slowly. Finally, she took her aching girlish clit between two of her fingers and played with herself. She started her sexy talk, the kind of talk that she knew excited men.
"I want to fuck," she moaned, pursing her lips and speaking in gasps as she fingered her clit. "I want to fuck you all. I like to fuck studs like you. I want to feel each of your cocks in my pussy, banging away on my cunt and making me feel all used and wonderful. It makes me feel sexy when I get fucked."
She looked around the table and was delighted to see that the boys were taking off their clothes. They moved in a fog that came from her own sexual intensity. She was not lying to them. She did like to fuck. She loved to fuck and she especially loved fucking these guys. As they took off their clothes, she grinned and beamed at all of them and then she asked the question that was upmost in her mind at that moment.
"Who is first?" she asked. "Who is going to be the first stud to fuck me tonight?"
She knew that the boys had planned this out among themselves earlier in the evening, that they had drawn lots or something like that to get the order down. When she asked her sexy question, Jim Riddle answered.
"I am first," he said.
"Oh, goody," she said girlishly, still fingering her clit.
But it really did not make any difference to her at all. She would fuck them all and she would enjoy them all. At moments such as this one, even champions were interchangeable as far as Kristy was concerned. But she did not want Jim to know that. She wanted him to think that he was something extra special to her. She moved across the table to where Jim stood naked and waiting for her. His cock was already pretty hard, but it could be harder, she thought. She grasped that cock in her hand and leaned off the table and started to suck on the rod.
Kristy sucked quickly, for she wanted to get the fucking started. She did not like sucking cock that much. It did not thrill her, but she knew that she had to do it in order to get most boys and men hard enough. When they were hard, the fucking would start and that was the girl's favorite sex thing. She liked it better than playing with herself or even having a man suck on her clit and eat her pussy out. She was just an old-fashioned girl, Kristy thought as she sucked on the rod. She liked fucking a cock best of all.
And Jim Riddle did not take much sucking. He was ready to fuck within a few seconds and then Kristy let the cock slid easily out of her throat and her mouth and moved around on the table. All of the basketball players were tall. When she lay on the table with her legs spread, their cocks were almost level with her pussy.
And now Kristy was lying in just that position and was squeezing her own tits with her hands and moaning to Jim Riddle.
"Fuck me, Jim. You are the first. Fuck my brains out, you stud."
All of the boys laughed and then Jim moved close to her. He pulled Kristy's eager, young body to the edge of the table and the girl reached down and spread her pussy lips so that he could better see what he was aiming for. She grinned at him and then gasped when he slammed his hard, straight cock into her cunt.
It felt so good. It felt so warm and so filling. That was what she particularly liked, the slamming, the idea that she was nothing, just a thing for cocks to be thrown in. She liked the feeling that it gave her when a cock was battering her pussy walls. She liked the mindless violence that young champions had when they fucked her.
And Jim was slamming and battering her right now.
Kristy raised her legs up Jim's body and threw them over his shoulders as he lifted her up. She had very long legs, very sexy legs. That is what made her an especially good dancer.
Jim fucked her with his straight cock, ramming the thing into her and forcing it deeper with each thrust. Kristy gave herself over the fucking, to the passion that grew in her young, sexy body. She thought again of her mother. Her mother had never let her audience do this to her, never at all. Kristy squirmed on the table as Jim fucked her and she fucked him back. As they moved together with a strong, violent motion, she spoke to him so that he and others could hear her words and let those words add to their excitement.
"Fuck my pussy, you stud. Fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Fuck me. Nail me. Give me that cock, you stud."
And her words had a good, violent effect on Jim. He ran his hands over her body as they fucked and pulled her off the table. She was not afraid. She knew that she would not fall, that she would just fuck her way onto his body and let him hold her there. She twisted her feet around his neck and let him pull her off the table as he held her up with his strong arms.
And soon they were fucking with Kristy hanging there in mid-air. Jim continued to batter her and hold her up and she continued to moan with those words that gave everyone their special thrills.
"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt, you stud. Fuck me to death."
Jim groaned and fucked and held her to him and gave her all the pleasure that she could stand. Then she heard him gurgle the words in his throat.
"I am going to come."
Quickly, Kristy reached back and grabbed the end of the table. Jim worked her back onto that table as he gave her his last thrusts. By the time that he came, she was safe on the table again with her legs still pressed against his body and her body quivering with delight as she sweated and groaned and gave him the fucking of his life.
Jim tensed his body and leaned forward and held himself there for a few seconds and came into Kristy's sweet, tight cunt. She knew that he was coming too and she cried out to him.
"Good! Shoot that shit into me! I want your come in me! I want all of your come in me!"
When Jim was finished with his fucking of her pussy, he pulled out of that cunt and staggered back. Kristy took a deep breath and grinned at the young man who had just given her a very good battering with his cock.
"You were great, Jim," she said softly, kissing the air in front of her and letting the champion know that the kiss was meant for him.
Jim grinned and exhaled with a slow breath.
Then Kristy looked around the room again.
"Who is next?" she asked.
"Me," Bob Rice said.
"Get the fuck over here, Bob and let me suck that cock of yours," the girl said with a impish gleam in her eye.
And, while Bob moved toward her, Kristy thought again of her mother. Her mother had never done this for her fans, the girl thought. She should have, but she had never done it.
Her mother should have fucked the whole world, Kristy thought. Then, maybe, she would not have been so alone in the world.
CHAPTER THREE
Marsha Billings sat in her bedroom that night and wondered where her son, Jeff, was.
She did not wonder about Kristy. She was used to that girl staying out late and she did not even want to think about what Kristy was doing on nights like this one. She did not want to face the truth that she knew in her heart. Her teen-aged daughter was a little whore.
But Jeff was different. He usually went to the library and then came straight home; He was a good boy, lonely but good and dependable. She wished that Jeff would make some friends, would maybe get a girlfriend, but she knew that it was unlikely that her son would ever do that. She was sorry that Jeff stammered and she was sorry that that stammer ruined his life. She had taken him to some very good doctors and they all said the same thing, that Jeff stammered because of a psychological problem, that there was nothing physically wrong with him. She had even put him into therapy when he was just a boy, but it had done no good. In fact, she thought, it had made the stammering worse, as if Jeff felt even more nervous when he thought that he was going to a doctor and talking to him about things that no boy wants to talk about.
As she often did, Marsha wished that there was a way that she could help her boy. But she could think of nothing. She had surrendered to the fates, to the world and then she had retreated. She could think of nothing that she could do to help anyone, not even herself.
It had not always been that way with her. There was a time, when she was a new star in Hollywood, that she thought that she could conquer the world and make everything fit her fine little fantasy about what life should be.
But she had grown older and things had happened to prove to her that life could never be as good as it was in the movies.
And, Marsha finally thought, she had retreated to her own little world, to her own little room in her house in Massachusetts. She was sitting in that room now, the room that was always locked when the children were at home. She had told Jeff and Kristy that it was just a storage room and they had not questioned her. They never questioned her. They allowed her to have her little secrets.
And this room was the greatest secret of her life.
She had had the room especially made for the house before she moved in and she had paid the builder a lot of money to keep this room quiet. She knew that the builder thought that she was strange to want such a thing, but money will buy off anyone, even someone who thinks that you are very weird.
At that moment, she sat in her little room and smelled the leather that surrounded her. That was what she really loved in the world. Leather. She walls were covered with expensive, black leather and the floor was covered in leather too. And she was wearing leather, black leather panties and a black leather bra. She liked the feel of the leather on her body. It made her feel all warm and slick and loving. She especially like the way that her clit seemed to bounce against the leather with a warm, lustful excitement as she moved across the leather floor.
Marsha had discovered her feeling for leather when she had made her first movie.
In that film about the Vikings, the director had outfitted her in black leather because he wanted her to look sexy and hard and domineering. She was supposed to lead the Viking women into battle when all of the men were gone from the camp and she needed to look domineering in order to do that, the director said.
She had thought that it was silly. She had thought that the whole film was silly. She had been discovered by a movie producer a few weeks before and put into that movie after her screen test. She did not think that she had any right to criticize anything about that movie because she was new, so she went to the wardrobe department of the studio and stood there while the lady who worked with her outfitted her in a black leather bra and black leather shorts.
And, when she had felt that cool leather against her body, when she had smelled that fresh aroma, she knew that she was going to be love with leather for the rest of her life. Suddenly, the film took on new meaning to her and she sensed that the leather-which, of course, the Vikings never wore-made her stronger, made her a leader among women. She was strong because she had been given passion by the black material that seemed to be so soft and so hard at the same time, so warm and yet so cold and so loving and yet so harsh.
She had been embarrassed by the way that her body reacted to the leather that morning that she was fitted with the garments but the wardrobe mistress had just smiled.
"Yea. Lot of girls like leather. Lot of guys too."
"Really?"
"One of our leading male stars wears nothing but leather underpants all the time."
"Really?"
"Yea. He says that it makes him feel like a real stud."
"I can imagine."
"Yea. Something about leather that does it. Don't know what exactly. The smell and the feel and stuff like that all sort of runs together and makes a person feel sexy."
Marsha had been glad to hear what the wardrobe women told her. She did not like to think that she was sick or perverted because sire had suddenly fallen in love with leather.
The blonde star made that movie and loved every minute of it. When it was released a few months later, the audiences clamored for more of Marsha Billings. They wanted to know everything about her and they wanted to see her on the screen in more sexy movies. She had died in the Viking movie. Audiences said that they had cried when she had offered herself to the enemy as a sacrifice for her people. The enemy warriors had taken her and had killed her before the Viking men, who had returned from the sea, could get to her and save her. But then tire Viking men had destroyed the enemy and spoke of her as if she were now a goddess.
And Marsha remembered her last words in the film, the words that she uttered to the enemy warriors just before they plunged a knife into her bare stomach and sent fake movie blood flowing over her leather outfit.
"I die for my people," she said. "I love my people."
In her later movies, she often died at the end. Marsha was told by the producers that audiences liked to see her die. They said that her death in films seemed like the ultimate tragedy because she was so sexy and so beautiful and so vulnerable and yet so strong at the same time. She was every tiling that a man could ask for in a woman, one producer had told her and that made her too perfect to live.
Marsha had played all the roles as well as she could and she had been praised for her acting, especially in death scenes. She had a fine career and then everything had fallen apart. That was when she retreated to the leather. She was wealthy enough to be sure that she would have money for the rest of her life, even if she did not make another movie. So she decided not to worry about it. She would just let the leather protect her.
And the leather did protect her. It gave her a sexy feeling when nothing else did. She loved her leather and she especially loved moments such as this one, when she was surrounded by leather, by the smell and the feel and the caress of leather.
The sexy, blonde woman lay on the leather floor and rolled onto her stomach. She began to move her pussy against the floor and feel the leather of her panties and the leather of the floor work together to add a sexy pressure to her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes and moaned and sighed.
"I die for my people," she murmured, "I love my people."
At first, she was moving her pussy slowly around the floor, but then she began to move more quickly, as if she were fucking the leather that surrounded her. It was so much better than fucking a man. A man did not surround Marsha as leather did.
And the aroma filled her nostrils and made her light-headed and lusty. That aroma was part of the appeal of leather. It seemed to invite fucking. She had other leather instruments in the room, but Marsha knew that she would not need them on this night. She was very hot. She needed this orgasm a great deal. So she just churned her pussy against the floor and moaned and purred with soft passion as the clit in her leather panties fought the leather in a battle that it would never win.
As she fucked the leather, she remembered the leather parties that she had had in Hollywood, the ones in which she would invite several of her close friends over on the weekends when her children were at the ranch. She wondered now if they were really close friends, but it did not matter to her at the time. She had only wanted them around so that she could show them how good she looked in leather.
One weekend, she had walked around her big bedroom in her Hollywood mansion while three of the biggest stars of the movies-two men and one woman-had watched her. She had carried her leather riding crop and she had sniffed her own aroma mixing with the aroma of the leather and she had talked to the people who watched her in a coarse way.
"You all are fuckers," she said with a snarl. "No good fuckers. You all just want to fuck me, but you will never understand that leather is the only thing that can really fuck me, that can really make me feel like a woman. You are all just fuckers and you will never understand that at all."
Her friends had applauded her words and her sexy looks and one of them told her later that weekend that he thought that had been her greatest performance.
"You were just like a Nazi bitch of a concentration camp or something like that," he said. "You can really act, Marsha. You can turn on a man and put him down at the same time. That is a great talent."
She had not told him the truth. She had not told him that she had not been acting when she delivered that little speech to him and the others. She had been telling the truth then, had been telling them the greatest truth of her life. She fucked men, certainly. She fucked her husband and she fucked that friend too and when she fucked men, she moaned to each of them that he was the greatest lover that she had ever had. But that was the acting. That was the real performance. Men did not turn her on at all. Only leather turned her on. Not even her husband made her have an orgasm when they fucked and she had loved her husband more than any of the other men that she fucked.
She had had those leather parties while her husband had been in Vietnam, fighting and becoming a hero for the fourth or fifth time in his life.
Then her husband had come home and things had changed. Finally, they were so bad that she had had to leave Hollywood and get away from all of those prying eyes. By the time she left, she had too many secrets, secrets as strong and as sweet and as horrible as leather.
Marsha continued to move over that floor as the thoughts of her past died away in her head to be replaced by thoughts of nothing, just leather. That is all that she cared about at that moment. She cared only for leather and she fucked only leather. She needed the leather so much.
She rolled onto her back and pressed her hands against her leather panties and forced her cunt up into the air and fucked the feel of leather and she moaned and twisted on the floor with passion.
And then Marsha came. She came with a sigh, a groan, then a cry of ecstasy. She came with the leather tightening around her pussy and not giving into her at all. The leather was so strong, so sexy. It was better than any man.
After her orgasm, Marsha lay there on the floor and tried to catch her breath. The feelings that she had in her body were fantastic, better than any feelings that she had ever had with a man. She sighed and rolled over again and almost feel asleep now that the leather had given her peace. But she roused out of her slumber quickly. She could not sleep here. She did not want either of her children coming home and finding her in this room, dressed in this way.
Marsha slowly got to her feet and smelled the wonderful, strong aroma of leather as she took off her leather garments. She wondered again as she had often wondered before just which male star it was who wore leather underwear all the time. She wished that she knew. If that male star was still around, she thought, he would be a perfect lover for her.
But then she remembered that Hollywood was far behind her, part of her past, her distant and public past. She could never return there. In Hollywood, too many people wanted to know a woman's secrets, especially a sexy woman like Marsha.
And she would not be able to stand it if her secrets were revealed.
The woman took off her leather garb and when she was naked, she lifted the leather panties to her nose and sniffed them, smelling the aroma of her cunt mixing with the aroma of the leather. That special smell gave her deep and peaceful pleasure.
Then she dropped the panties on the leather floor and walked naked out of the leather room.
She carefully locked the door to the little room and picked up the robe that hung on the knob of the door and put it on. She closed the robe around her body and looked at the clock on the wall in the hallway. It was nearly midnight and her son was not home yet.
She was beginning to get worried about Jeff. She considered calling the police, but, before she could decide whether that would be necessary, she heard the front door open. She walked into the living room and saw Jeff standing there. He looked tired but happy. And she smelled something on him. It did not take Marsha long to figure out that smell. She had just smelled something similar on her leather panties.
Jeff smelled like a wet pussy.
And his mother knew that he had just been fucked.
She watched him move through the living room and she was silently happy. She wondered what girl had fucked him, but she knew that Jeff would probably not tell her even if she asked. And she, did not want to spoil his pleasure by embarrassing him at this moment.
She moved into the living room and Jeff finally saw her.
"Hi, Jeff," she said.
The boy just nodded and smiled at his mother.
"I was beginning to get a little worried about you," she said.
The boy shrugged his shoulders.
Marsha walked over to her son and put her arm around him and held him close to her with motherly affection in her heart.
"You are my favorite man," she said softly. "I would not want you to get lost or anything like that, Jeff. I love you more than I can ever say."
Jeff felt warm when he heard that. He liked the idea of being his mother's favorite man. He hugged her close and felt for a second that he was going to cry with happiness. He remembered how much his mother looked like the blonde woman that he had just fucked.
And then he remembered the promise that he had made to that woman, that he would ask his mother to grant her an interview. He considered doing it right then, but then thought that it would be better to wait. His mother might be angry if he asked her now and he did not want his sexy mother angry. He wanted her soft and sexy and loving next to him, just as she was at that moment.
Marsha kissed Jeff's forehead and then pulled away from him and looked at her son. He was a very handsome young man. She had often wondered if Jeff could make it in the movies. He was handsome enough to make it, she thought, but that stutter would keep him off the screen.
The woman pulled her son to her again and held him close to her as she kissed his hair. She wanted to protect this boy from all the evil in the world, but she doubted that she would be able to do that. She had already surrendered so much. It was just a matter of time until she surrendered Jeff too.
"I am sorry, Jeff," she said softly, almost crying. "I am very sorry."
She knew that her words probably did not make a lot of sense to the boy, that he was probably wondering why she was sorry and what she was sorry about. She could not explain it to him. She was not even sure herself what she was sorry about. She only knew that she had failed her children-and especially this loving, blond, handsome boy-in some special way. She was sorry that he stuttered and she was sorry that he was so lonely and she was sorry that she had brought him with her to this little town instead of letting him grow up as the son of a movie star in Hollywood. And she was sorry about his father.
But it could not be helped, she thought finally. Nothing could be helped.
And then she smelled that fucked-woman aroma on her son and she was happy for him, although she would never be able to tell him that. She would never be able to put that into words without embarrassing him.
Perhaps, she thought, Jeff's life would work for him after all. Perhaps he would find a girl who would give him all the things that his movie star mother had failed to give him. She hoped that he would and she felt a little better when she sniffed that smell on him.
Jeff held his mother and wished that he could something for her that would keep her from feeling sorry, that would make her happy in a special way.
He only wanted his mother to be happy and he wondered if he would ever be man enough to make her truly happy in this world. He wondered if anyone would be able to do that.
He hoped that he could make his mother happy some day, because she deserved happiness. She had given so much to so many people in dark theaters all over the world. She deserved to be happy at least for a while.
Marsha let go of her son and moved away from him.
"Tomorrow is Saturday," she said. "Why don't you sleep late? You look tired, Jeff."
Then she moved out of the room quickly, wondering if she had said too much to her son, if she had let too much of her feelings for him show.
And Jeff moved into his own bedroom and lay down on his bed and thought about blondes in leather who worshipped him as if he were a god.
And he determined to ask his mother about doing the interview the next day. He owed it to that other blonde. He had promised.
And he also sensed that he owed it to his beautiful mother too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kristy lay in her bed the next morning and thought about how much fun she had had with her champions the night before. They had all been good and manly and they had all battered her in just the way that she liked to be battered. The girl lay under the sheet naked and felt her pussy quivering with thoughts of sex. Even though she had been royally fucked by five young studs the night before, she wanted more fucking now. That was just the way that Kristy was. She could never get enough of sex.
She wondered who she would fuck on this day. She had no doubt that she would be able to get a man for at least a couple of hours on this Saturday afternoon, but she wanted someone special, someone different, someone who could give her a thrill as her first man had given her thrills.
That had been Tim.
Kristy ran her hands over her body as she thought of Tim and remembered the afternoon that she had first met him. She loved this memory and she conjured it up on several lazy mornings such as this one, when she needed a good little self-induced orgasm before she got out of bed.
She ran her fingers over the clit and closed her eyes and took a deep breath and remembered Tim.
It had been two years before and Kristy had only been living in this small town for two days when she was walking down the sidewalk on that spring day. She was looking at the old houses and remembering that her mother had told her that this town was very historical, the place where many great things had happened. Nothing great was happening in the town on that day. Everyone seemed a little sleepy and Kristy wanted something great to happen to her, something to make this town truly real to her now that she knew she would have to spend the next few years there.
Then the young man in the convertible had pulled up beside her and Kristy had stopped when she heard the man say hello to her.
That was the beginning of that something great that she had been yearning for.
The young man was about nineteen or twenty years old, she reckoned. He had bright red hair, like fire, she thought and he was sitting in his open car with his shirt off. His muscles were bulging under his skin and he looked like some kind of athlete, like a champion athlete, she thought.
And, even then, she had been attracted to champions.
"Hi," he said again, flashing her a bright smile, "my name is Tim."
"Hi," the young girl said, walking toward his car, "my name is Kristy."
"You must be new here. I know that I don't remember seeing you around town before and I know that I would remember it if I had ever seen a sexy, little thing like you."
The young girl giggled and blushed, but she was happy that she had attracted him so quickly. She knew that he was right too. She was sexy in her girlish way. Her tits were already growing and her ass was nice and rounded. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose shirt that was unbuttoned to the bottom of her girlish tits. She was not wearing a bra.
Kristy had dressed like that because she wanted to attract boys. She had been giving some thought to fucking recently. She had never tried it, but she knew that she wanted to try it. She wanted to fuck a sexy man, a real man. She had dated a few boys back in Hollywood, but they had always seemed a little queer to her, like would-be pansies in the Hollywood scene. But, now that she looked at Tim, she could tell that he was the real man that she had been looking for. There was nothing pansy-ish about him. He seemed to be all man.
Kristy leaned over his car and grinned at him.
"You are cute," Tim said. "Would you like to go for a ride with me?"
"Okay," the girl chirped. She ran around the car and got in on the passenger's side.
As Tim drove with her around the town in his flashy convertible, she wondered if she should tell him the truth, that she was only thirteen. She decided that she would not tell him unless he asked. He probably could tell that she was not all that old and maybe that is what he liked about her. If she did not bring up the subject, that she was just thirteen and that she was still a virgin, it would probably be for the best, she thought. She did not want to take the chance of frightening this real man away. She wanted him to fuck her, to show her what it was like.
"You are new in town?" he asked again.
"Yes," Kristy said, "I just moved here two days ago."
"Where did you move from?"
"California."
"California, eh?" Tim said with a grin. Then he sang a line from the old rock and roll song, "I wish they all could be California girls."
Kristy did not tell him that she was the daughter of Marsha Billings, the famous, reclusive movie star. She did not want Tim to fuck her because he thought that she was famous. She wanted Tim to like her and fuck her just because she was Kristy sitting there in the tight jeans in his car and yearning for him and making herself available for anything that he wanted to do to her.
"Let's go out by the lake," Tim suggested. "Then we will just sit and talk."
"Okay."
She liked that idea and she sensed from the way that Tim was looking at her that he wanted to do more than just sit and talk to her. She studied his muscled body as he drove to the edge of town. She liked the way that he moved, with grace, strong grace. And she liked his fiery red hair too. He looked very sexy and very manly, but yet she was not in the least frightened of him. She figured that, in a way, she was going to use Tim. She was going to let this man show her about sex and make her into a woman. He would get pleasure of it too, but she would get both pleasure and fine experience, knowledge about sex. She had been thinking about it and she was eager to try out some of the things that she had come up with, some of the things that she thought a man might enjoy having a girl do to him. She was going to try all of those things out on Tim.
Soon they were by the lake. Tim pulled into a spot that was surrounded by trees and stopped the car. He turned to Kristy and grinned.
"Want to get out and walk for a while?" he asked.
She looked down at the bucket seats in the car. Naturally, they would have to get out. No one would be able to fuck in bucket seats, she thought and the back seat was very small too.
"Sure," she said with a grin, tossing her hair as she nodded her head.
She was surprised that she was not nervous. Even though she wanted it, she had always assumed that she would be nervous when the time came for her first fuck. And this was obviously that time. Something in the way that Tim looked at her told her that that was all that he was interested in and something in her own soul told her that she was only interested in fucking too. But she was not nervous. Perhaps, she thought as she got out of the car, she was just a natural at it. Perhaps this was what she had been meant to do from the day that she had been born.
As they walked through the little clump of trees that grew down by the lake, Tim put his arm around Kristy and held her close to his muscled body. He was not very tall, just a couple of inches taller than she was, but he was very strong. She knew that he would be a perfect match for her on this sunny afternoon.
They stood there in the middle of the trees and kissed for the first time. Kristy shivered as Tim held her and kissed her. She had kissed other boys before, but they had been queer Hollywood boys, boys who seemed cold and silly. But this was a real man and this kiss was the start of something that they both knew would end in full and wonderful sex. That is what made the kiss better than any other that she had had, Kristy thought. That is what made the kiss something special to her. She ran her fingers through Tim's red hair as they kissed and opened her mouth to his tongue.
She could feel her pussy quiver as he held her close to run his lips over her neck. She was a natural at this, she thought again. She had never felt so good before as she felt at this moment. She felt that Tim consumed her, that she had no will of her own and she liked that. She wanted to surrender to this man and learn from him, learn everything that she could about sex and fucking and feeling good and warm.
As Tim kissed her neck and smelled her clean, dark hair, Kristy whispered to him, just to let him know that she understood what they both wanted.
"I want to fuck you, Tim," she murmured. "And I want you to fuck me."
The red haired young man pulled back and grinned down at her.
"I want to fuck you too, Kristy," he said with a soft voice.
But then the truth came out before Kristy even noticed it. It was as if she could not hold it in her any longer, as if she just had to tell the red haired a man the greatest truth of her life.
"I have never done it before, but I want to do it now, Tim," she said. "I want to do it with you and I want it to be very good for both of us."
Then she had paused, afraid that she had frightened him away with her admission of virginity. She knew that a lot of guys did not like virgins. But she relaxed when she felt Tim's arms tighten around her back and she saw his smile return to his face. He did not mind that she was a virgin at all.
"All right, Kristy," he said. "I will try to make this very good for you."
Then, together, they went down on the soft ground and lay there in each other's arms and Tim kissed the girl again with a soft, sexy kiss. He ran his hand over her shirt and felt those budding tits that were so sensitive to this, the first touch of a strange hand. But his hand felt very good too. He moved his hand inside the shirt and ran his finger around one of her nipples and Kristy whimpered when he touched her that. She pulled him close to her and kissed his face as he continued to circle her nipple with his finger slowly and softly. He was going to take his time, she realized and she liked that. She liked it because she wanted to remember everything that this man, her first man, did for her. She knew that he would be the man by whom she would judge all other men in her life.
Tim unbuttoned the rest of her shirt buttons and pulled the thing open and looked down at those young, soft tits. He lowered his face to one of them, to the nipple that he had been touching and she shivered when she felt him kiss that nipple with his mouth. She gasped when he stuck out his tongue and let the tongue run around her nipple as his finger had done. Kristy lay there and felt this new feeling that he was giving to her and felt her pussy grow moist with oil of lust too.
She had chosen well, she thought. This man would teach her a lot about fucking and sex and feeling good.
Tim raised the girl up in his arms and pushed the shirt down her back. She helped him to get the shirt off her body and then they held each other close again and kissed. The feel of her bare tits on his bare, muscled chest made her think of coming home, of safe return. And she knew that this was what she was meant to do with her life.
The red-haired, young man began to move his hand over the crotch of her jeans, pressing the fabric against her quaking, young pussy and making Kristy shiver with even more delight. She moved her hand over his jeans and did the same thing. She moved her fingers over the hardness that pulsed in his pants and she found that hardness very attractive. She knew something about fucking. She knew what caused such a hardness in a man. And she wanted to see that prick. She wanted to unzip his pants and pull that cock out and take a look at it. She had never seen one before, but she knew that there was no time like the present.
Still, she was not nervous, even as she unzipped his jeans and reached inside them and felt the cock. He wore no underwear and that made Kristy deliciously happy. She pulled the prick slowly out of his jeans and curled her fingers around it. She stroked it and wondered if she was doing the right thing. When she heard Tim moan and felt him kiss her face with feverish, little pecks, she knew that she was doing the right tiling, the thing that all men wanted women to do with them and their cocks.
Then she looked down at the thing that grew hard and straight in her hand and she gasped with amazement. It seemed so big. She wondered if she would ever be able to get that whole thing in her tiny, girlish cunt. It was big and long and meaty and it turned pink as the blood filled it, pink like a sunset. She continued to stroke it and continued to feel the thing throb in her fingers until Tim made a suggestion to her, a whispered suggestion that thrilled her more than anything that any person had ever said to her before.
"Why don't you put it in your mouth, Kristy?" he said. "Girls like to suck on my cock."
"Do they really?" she asked, her eyes wide with amazement. She realized that the thought of sucking that cock had come to her for just an instant but she had pushed it out of her head as something that no girl in her right mind would do. Now he was telling her that it was normal to want to suck on that thing because it looked so meaty, but she needed just a bit of re-enforcement.
"Yes," he said with a nod of his head, "girls do. A lot of girls like to suck on cocks. And it makes the boys feel good when the girls do that. I will tell you what, Kristy. We will get the rest of our clothes off and then you can suck my cock while I lick out your little pussy."
"You would do that?"
I kissed her before he answered her in a soft voice.
"I would love to do that."
And so they had done it. They had taken off their clothes and they had lain there on the ground. First, Tim had put his face between Kristy's firm, girlish legs and had run his tongue deep into her pussy. She had felt like something electrical when he had done that. She had felt charged with sexual energy. Then she had sucked on his cock, had taken the tip of that thing into her little mouth and moved her head back and forth as she pressed her lips tight around the piece of meat.
It felt so good in her mouth. It felt like some wonderful, little animal that was alive in there, making a home in her mouth because it liked the environment so much.
And then they had fucked.
She had been a little nervous then. The frightened, shaky feeling had hit her as Tim had lifted her onto his cock while he lay on his back on the ground. She had taken a deep breath and had tried to keep her courage up, but the idea of sitting with that huge organ in her little pussy did scare her a little bit.
"Do you think that it will fit?" she has asked Tim quickly, as she started to move back onto the upraised cock.
"Sure," he said. "There will be a little pain at first when your hymen breaks but then the pussy will stretch and it will be very comfortable."
Kristy took another deep breath and nodded her head.
"Okay," she said.
And she had moved back onto the cock. Tim had held his prick steady with one hand and kept the other hand on her thigh so that she would not forget that she was with him, that he would help her through this new experience. That touch that he gave her made her feel like a real woman.
There had been some pain and some blood when the hymen had broken. She had bled all over Tim's loins. But that had not stopped either of them from fucking, from fucking like blazing fire, she thought, looking at his red hair as he grunted and bucked under her. They fucked like fire.
As Kristy thought about this on this Saturday morning, she fingered her clit and knew that she was coming near an orgasm. She would remember one more thing that Tim had done to her that day, the thing that she always remembered just before she came. She liked to remember it because it seemed to be so warm and so gentle.
When they were through with their first fuck session of the afternoon, with her first fucking of her life, they stood up and kissed each other again and then Tim had picked her up and cradled her against his chest while her arms were around his neck. He had run with her in his arms into the water of the lake and they had splashed into that water, laughing and feeling the water cool their hot, young bodies.
And Kristy had been happy with Tim because she had known by that moment, when they were in the water together, that they were real lovers, that her life had started anew and that she had found the one thing that she was really good at, the one thing that she would continue to do with many men for a long time.
Kristy thought of that water splashing against her naked body as Tim held her close to him and stood there in the lake and she came with a wonderful, warm, morning feeling. She bucked on the bed and fingered her clit and ran her fingers quickly in and out of her young pussy and came.
Then she relaxed and rested and remembered that she had not seen Tim after that afternoon.
She wondered who he was, where he was. She wanted to find him and thank him for what he had given her. That was one of her fantasies, finding Tim now that she had a lot of experience and fucking him again and running into some water with him holding her and regaining that special feeling that she had had when she was just a young girl.
But she did not know if she would ever really find him. No one in the town seemed to know him. He had said that he was from the town on that afternoon, had implied it when he had said that he had not seen her around the town before, but no one in that town seemed to know anything about a red-haired muscled man in a convertible who fucked like crazy.
At times, Kristy thought that Tim had just been a figment of her imagination. But she knew that he could not be that. She knew that he was real, for he had really fucked her, had really taken her virginity, had really given her something that she would cherish forever.
She hated thinking about the fact that she had never seen Tim again. She hated it because it always added a sense of sadness to her early morning orgasm, but she always thought about that after she had come with her memories of Tim. She always thought about that and felt the sadness invade her like an enemy army.
Kristy got out of the bed and pulled on a robe and looked out her bedroom window. The sun was high in the sky. She looked at the clock next to her bed. It was ten in the morning, but the house was still quiet. She knew that her mother slept late almost every day and that Jeff slept late sometimes on Saturday mornings. Suddenly, Kristy did not want to be alone on this morning. She felt the sadness in her and she went out of her room, went down the hallway in search of some friend, some person who would help her fight off the sadness, someone who would listen to her story.
She paused by her mother's bedroom door. She thought for a second that she would go in and talk to her mother but she quickly determined that that would not be the right thing to do. Her mother did not want to hear about Kristy's sadness. She had enough sadness of her own to keep her company. And she would not want to hear about Kristy's sex life because she wanted her children to keep their sex lives secret from her as she kept so many secrets from them.
Kristy sighed. She did not know what to do.
And then she saw the door to her brother's bedroom door.
Jeff, she thought. Jeff would listen to her story. He always listened to anyone who wanted to talk to him because he was ashamed of his stammer, because he did not want to talk himself.
And Jeff was her brother and he loved her. He had even protected Kristy when she was just a little girl, before she had grown up and turned into a sad girl who was a natural at fucking.
She would visit Jeff, the girl determined quickly.
Kristy walked to Jeff's door and raised her hand, thinking about knocking on it. But she decided that she did not need to do that. She would just go in and wake her brother up and talk to him softly while he listened with his blue eyes filled with compassion for her.
Kristy tightened the cord that held the robe closed around her body and opened the door and looked at her brother and was shocked for a moment.
Jeff was lying on the bed naked with his hand curled around his cock. He was beating off.
When he saw his sister standing there, he turned pale and he pulled his hand off his cock and grabbed the sheet and pulled it over his body.
Kristy walked into the room, studying her brother's embarrassed face. Then she thought that it was not so strange to find that he beat his meat. After all, he was a male.
She looked him over. He was a very sexy male too, she thought.
She smiled at him and moved to his bed and Jeff moved to one side of the bed to give his little sister room to sit down.
As Kristy moved toward the bed, she was already considering it. She had seen his cock in his hand. It was very long and nice and sexy. He was her brother, she kept thinking, but he was also a male and she wondered if he would be good at fucking. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.
"Hi, Jeff," she said, "can we talk?"
By then her brother had gotten rid of most of his embarrassment. He smiled back at his little sister and nodded his head.
"Good," she said, touching his bare chest with her fingers, touching him not like a sister would touch a brother but as a girl would touch a boy that she found very sexy. "It has been a long time since we talked."
Jeff did not say anything, as usual. He just lay there and looked at his sister.
So Kristy wanted to talk, he thought. He wondered what she would want to talk to him about. It was probably about sex, he thought. He had heard the stories around the school, stories about Kristy dancing naked for boys and fucking them. He had not liked those stories, but there was something about his little sister that told him that all of those stories were probably true. She was the type of girl who would do anything for a thrill. And she had been looking at boys with interest for years.
But she had never wanted to talk to him about it before.
Jeff was a little unsure of himself. He had not had the sexual experience that he imagined that his little sister had had. But he had had a very good experience the night before with that blonde woman. She had given him just the kind of feeling that he most enjoyed. In fact, he had been remembering that woman this morning, remembering her and beating off, when Kristy had walked in on him. But his memories of that blonde women were getting confused again that morning, confused with his thoughts about his mother, the blonde in leather. That would trouble him later on, he was sure of that.
So he was sort of glad that Kristy had interrupted him and that now she wanted to talk. He did not care really what she wanted to talk about. Anything was better than thinking about your own mother worshipping you in black leather, he thought.
Kristy smiled down on him and he smiled back.
"I am sad, Jeff," she said.
And, even though she was smiling when she said it, she did seem sad. There was a certain hollowness in her voice that Jeff noticed. He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort his little sister in a brotherly fashion.
"I am sad because I was thinking of the first man that I ever had sex with this morning, Jeff," Kristy said, "and I was thinking that I never saw him again."
The teen-aged girl leaned forward and whispered the next bit to her brother as if they were part of some great conspiracy.
"I do not even know his last name, Jeff. Does that make me a whore?"
Jeff shook his head quickly. He was not sure how he felt about Kristy's admission. He was not sure if he did consider her a whore or not, but he did not want his little sister to think of herself that way. He wanted her to be happy with her life and he was willing to do anything that he could to make her happy with her life.
And the way that she was leaning over him, with her body almost lying on his, made him think something else too. It reminded him that his little sister was a sexy, little tiling, the kind of girl that all men liked to hold.
Jeff kept his hand on his sister's shoulder and rubbed it. She looked at his blue eyes and thought that her silent brother looked very good and he felt very hard under her body. His muscles were hard and his flesh was cool and something else was hard too, that thing that he had held in his hand when she had walked into his room, his manly prick. That was hard and it seemed to be growing harder and longer and even more manly as she lay there on his chest and looked into his eyes.
She did not care that it was wrong. She did not care that the thoughts that were running through her brain at that moment were thoughts of incest. She needed this fucking and she sensed that her brother needed this fucking too, that he had the same thoughts moving like lightning through his brain as he touched her and comforted her in his brotherly way.
"Jeff," Kristy said. "I need a fucking so bad. I need to forget the sadness."
And then she moved her face to his and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
For some reason, Jeff discovered that he was not surprised by her movement and her kiss. And he was not repulsed by it. His sister was a sexy young thing with soft, girlish skin and big, brown eyes that seemed to take in everything about him at once. And this fucking would make her happy, the silent young man thought. She had said that it would make her happy and he wanted to make his little sister happy. That was another one of his goals in life.
Kristy opened her mouth as she kissed him, Jeff opened his mouth too and pressed his tongue up into her mouth as her fingers ran over his face and as she moved her body against his and lay down on the bed. She moved gracefully, like a dancer and she did not even break the kiss as she lay down next to her body and put her arms around his thin, handsome, cool frame. She ran her hands over his sides and she rolled with him so that he was then on top of her. Then she put her hands on the small of his back and ran her fingers down to his firm buttocks. She had to admit it. Her brother's body turned her on. She felt his ass and pushed him close to her and felt the hardness of the cock jab her thigh as they lay like that on the bed. And she heard Jeff gasp too, gasp with pleasure and sexual excitement. Kristy knew then that she had pleased him, that she was going to give him a good fucking, one that they would both enjoy.
Jeff was not thinking that this was his sister. He was only thinking that this was a girl, a sexy girl who had touched him and told him that he needed this fucking. As he kissed her face and throat, his fingers worked in the cord that held the robe closed and untied that cord. Then he pulled the robe apart and felt her own soft flesh against his.
It was cool in the morning and a little damp and she smelled musty, as if she had already played with herself. He liked that musty smell on a woman. The night before, he had enjoyed the second fuck with Jessica more than the first fuck because he was attracted to that smell on her body, the smell that told him that this female had been hot before and would be hot again for him.
Kristy gave her brother a little kiss on the mouth and then pushed him away from her for a second. She smiled at him as she pushed because she did not want Jeff to think that she was rejecting him, that she was repulsed by him because he was her brother, that she had changed her mind about fucking him. She just wanted to get the robe off. She wanted to be naked as he was naked. Jeff understood and moved back from her and kicked the sheet that was still between them down to the bottom of the bed. He watched his little sister and she sat up and pulled the robe off. She moved on the bed until the robe was away from her body and then, smiling at him, she pushed the robe onto the floor and lay back, naked and sexy in her brother's bed.
Jeff did not go to her right away. He just looked at her. Her tits were nice and rounded and her pussy was covered with dark hair. Her legs were tanned and firm and strong, the kind of legs that he would like to have around him while he fucked, he thought. He knew that his sister liked to dance and he heard those stories about her dancing naked for boys. He suddenly wanted her to dance for him too.
She grinned up at him as he looked at her and that grin gave him the courage to make his request.
"K-K-Kristy," he said softly.
"Yes?"
She continued to grin as she waited for him to say what he wanted to say. She was willing to do anything that her brother wanted her to do. She reached up and ran the fingers of one hand over his chest as if to reassure him with her touch, reassure him that everything was all right, that she was willing and eager and ready to please him in any way that she could.
"Will you dance for me?" he asked.
The question came out quickly and he did not stutter at all. It sounded like he wanted to get it out before he did stutter, before he had time to shame himself with his speech impediment.
"Sure, Jeff," the girl said, pulling her brother to her again and kissing him lightly on the mouth as she felt his muscles on her tits. She grinned again. "Sure, I will dance for you. You are my brother and you are very special to me."
Jeff moved away from Kristy and then the young sister rolled off the bed and stood with her back turned to Jeff. She was sorry that she did not have any music, like the special music that she used when she danced for her champions. But she did not need that music, she thought quickly. She had music in her head and in her pussy, music that was orchestrated by the lust that she felt for her handsome brother at that very moment. She would dance for him like that and make him feel good and manly as he watched her. She had done it for other boys. She could certainly do it for him, she thought. He was her brother and he was very special for her.
Jeff lay on the bed and waited for his sister to start her dance. He watched her sexy back as she stood there, preparing herself for her dance. Her bare back was strong and her butt was rounded and her legs were firm and sexy. She was sexy all over, he thought and he counted himself lucky to have such a sister, such a little sexpot who was now going to give him something very good to start his day with.
Kristy raised her arms high over her head and bent one arm so that she could run the fingers of one hand down her other arm. She started to move with sexy, little jerks, listening to some silent music in her own head. Jeff thought that she also moved like a girl who was getting ready to fuck. She twitched her ass back and forth and then she turned quickly and showed her brother her tits, taut and high in that position and her furry-haired, young box.
She danced toward her brother's bed and then away from it, moving sexily and slowly, teasing him a little bit. He smiled at her teasing because he knew that she meant to fuck him in just a few minutes. That made it bearable for him. She smiled too and she looked at him and stuck out her tongue and licked her full, red lips, as if she were anticipating something good to eat. He noticed that she looked at his cock when she did that and that made him very proud of his prick and very proud of his sister too. Kristy lowered her arms and put her hands on her rounded ass and shoved her pelvis forward, shoved it at her brother. She leaned back slightly and spread her legs and showed him her sweet pinkness and he grinned and licked his lips with anticipation too. She saw that and noticed that he was mocking her own moving and she chuckled at little bit and then moved back from his bed. She moved down in a squatting position and then fell back and caught herself on her hands. In that position, her cunt was very open and very pink.
Then she jumped up to her feet with grace and ran to the bed and climbed on it as if she were climbing a staircase. She stood over her brother as he looked up at her. She stood on the bed with her little hands on her hips and she looked down at him as he stared up at her open slit and saw the juices roll out of that slit and smelled that aroma that he liked so much, that aroma that came from a female when she was hot and ready to get it on.
Jeff reached down and began to stroke his already half-hard cock with his right hand. He moved his left hand over the soft flesh that was inside his sister's thigh. Then Kristy moved up his body until she was standing over his chest and she slowly lowered herself to his body. She moved her wet, furry pussy over the hairless chest and tickled her brother that way. He grinned at her and continued to stroke himself and then Kristy leaned forward.
Her rounded, girlish tit was in his face and she was holding herself up on her hands that were flat on either side of his head. He put his hand on her tit and brought it to his lips and sucked on the girlish nipple and he felt his sister shiver with ecstasy as she moved her cunt over his chest again and tickled him some more with the soft hair that grew there. He also felt the moist juices rolling onto his chest and he knew that Kristy was sharing something with him, something that was special and feminine. Those juices caused that fuck odor that he liked so much. As he sucked on his sister's tip, he knew that he would smell like a fucked, hot, eager girl too, that he would carry some of those juices and some of that aroma with him after this experience was over.
Jeff took his hand off his cock and put both of his hands on his sister's butt and pushed her up. He wanted her to sit on his face, to let him taste that sweet part of her. He had tasted that blonde woman the night before in that way and he wanted to compare. Something told him that his sister would even be sweeter than the blonde, although the blonde had been very sweet indeed. Kristy understood what he wanted and moved her tit out of his mouth and eased her body up his body and lowered her pussy on his feverish lips. She held the cunt a little bit above his head and waited for her brother's tongue to come out and invade her.
And the tongue did just that.
When it moved into her opened cunt, the girl gasped with her own feverish sexual fire and then moved down on her brother's face and let that tongue go deep into her, play around in her. She let her brother tongue out all of her juices. She was willing to give this blond, silent boy anything that he wanted and he could have all of the sexual oils of her body if he wanted that.
Kristy was sweeter than the blonde, Jeff thought as his tongue moved into her. She was sweet as honey, young and fresh honey. The girl lay back on her brother's body and rested there and Jeff raised his head so that his tongue could still work in that honey-hole. Then he pulled his tongue out of her and noticed that Kristy was very pink too, pink with girlish youth. He liked that and he liked the dark hair that grew around her pinkness. That hair was soft and smelled of that aroma that he liked so much. It was damp with her juice and his saliva too. Jeff kissed around on the outside of the cunt and then raised his tongue up to the clit and struck that piece of meat again and again with his tongue as his sister lay on his body and shivered and sighed and jerked with every movement. It seemed to Jeff that she was still dancing, still moving to a musical beat as she lay there with her body on his body and her hair moving against his cock. He liked the feel of that soft, dark hair on his cock. It was a tickling, tingling feeling that made him want to dance too.
Then Kristy moved her pussy away from his tongue and turned on his body as if it were a stage on which she was dancing, crawling around and filling the audience with lust. She turned so that she faced that cock and she took that prick in her girlish hand and she held it while she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the prick.
Jeff just lay there and let her do it. It felt so good and he knew that she was getting it ready for something that would feel even better, something that would make both him and his sister very happy.
Kristy moved her firm, young body down her brother's body just a little and moved her head over the cock. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the tool into her. She bobbed her head up and down on his prick, making it stronger and harder with each movement, with each sucking motion.
She ran her fingers over the tight balls and played with them as she sucked and Jeff was lifted into heaven by what his little sister was doing to him.
Then he looked at her pink, opened pussy and he raised his tongue up and drove his tongue into her slit with power, power that she had given him with her sucking mouth. He felt Kristy's body tense when he did that, but she did not stop sucking his cock.
Kristy thought that this was a great feeling that she was having with her brother at that moment, this licking and sucking, this giving and getting. They were turning each other on, lifting each other up, helping each other to prepare for the fucking that they were going to do together brother and sister, male and female, lovers in more than just one ordinary way.
Then the girl knew that Jeff's cock was hard enough. It felt like it was going to burst wide open in her hand. And she knew that she was ready, that her cunt was ready for the fucking that he would give her.
She rolled off her brother's body and lay on the bed and grinned at him.
"Now, Jeff?" she asked. "Now we fuck each other?"
Jeff grinned at her and nodded his head.
The young sister moved around on the bed and opened her legs wide and reached out for her stud brother.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she murmured. "Fuck my pussy and make me feel very good."
And Jeff moved to steady himself over her, moved to aim his cock between her opened legs as he looked at that furry hole, that sweet hole that belonged to his little sister.
He moved his body between her legs and then leaned forward and held himself over her and kissed her lips again, kissed her softly, with brotherly, stud love.
Then he held his prick steady with one hand and moved close to her upturned pussy, to the hole that she held open with her own fingers, to the pinkness that she showed him that way. He drove into that pinkness and his sister gasped and lifted her legs and moved them around his body and held him close.
"Batter me, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the shit out of your little sister." Those words made him want to fuck her even more. He drove his cock into her and then pulled it back until just the tip of the shaft was in her. Then he pushed himself toward her again with a forceful fury.
She loved that pushing, that force and she tightened her hold on him and rocked under him and begged him for more.
"Batter my cunt, Jeff. Batter my whore cunt."
And the brother did batter her. He fucked her quickly and she gasped with each move that he made into her cunt. He did not really like it that she had called her cunt a whore cunt. His little sister was not a whore and he wished that he could find the courage to tell her that, that she was not a slut, that she was just a normal, healthy girl who liked to fuck. But he knew that that would take too many words, more words that he could ever find. So he would just have to fuck her and make her happy in that way.
And he fucked her with force. He grunted and she sighed and he began to perspire and the drops of sweat fell from his body to hers. She turned her head toward the window and rocked her body under his fucking force and looked out the window and saw the bright Saturday morning out there.
She was fucking her own brother in his bedroom on a bright morning. She had not even done it in the dark. That was how much of a whore that she was, she thought.
But then she remembered that this was what she had been meant to do. It seemed to her that her mother and her father had made her that way as they created her in her mother's womb. And she had to admit that this fucking from her brother-kinky though it was-was the best fucking that she had ever received in her well-fucked life.
"You are great, Jeff." she murmured to him.
And she pulled her brother's body down on hers and kissed his neck and shoulders and tasted the salty sweat that hung on his flesh like water from a lake. She remembered the way that Tim, the man from her past had baptized her into her new life after he had fucked her for the first time and she thought that her brother's sexy sweat was baptizing her again, making her a new person again, a girl who was so sexy that she would fuck even her own brother.
And enjoy that fucking more than any other she had ever gotten.
Jeff continued to batter her as Kristy felt her orgasm build in her body. She felt the heat and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she came. She hoped that she could come with Jeff, so that they could truly share everything on this sunny Saturday morning.
Fucking Jeff, feeling his cock adding heat to her pussy, the girl moaned and thought about Tim one last time. But she did not have the sadness this time when she thought about that red haired young man that she had never seen again. She had lost Tim, but she had found others and now she even had her brother. She had found Jeff on this Saturday morning and she knew that Jeff was the best that she was ever going to have.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she muttered again and then she sighed as the heat rushed to her pussy. She felt her brother tense his sexy body and she knew that he was going to come too.
They were going to come together, like lovers should.
They both tensed and felt the heat rush through them and breathed harshly into each other's faces and came with sighs and groans and Kristy's last fucking words.
"Jeff, my brother, you are a stud. You fuck me better than any other man has ever fucked me."
And then they held each other and felt the warmth spreading through them. When the orgasms were over, they relaxed and Jeff pulled his cock slowly out of Kristy.
He looked at his little sister, who lay under him, grinning up at him and she sensed the question, the brotherly question, in his eyes.
"Yes," she said, answering Jeff's silent question. "You have fucked me and made me very happy, Jeff."
Jeff moved off his sister's body and held her close to him and kissed her sweaty face softly. He had made her happy and he felt happy for he knew that he was a good brother, the best brother that he could be.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marsha did not know what her children were doing in her son's bedroom. She could not hear them because she was in her leather room and sound did not penetrate into that room. She had gone into that room early that morning and had slowly put on her leather garments and now she had taken some of those garments off.
The sexy movie queen was lying on the floor of her leather room in her cool, fresh, leather bra. She was lying on her back and she was rubbing the leather rod against her clit.
She had often used that rod on her. It was firm and yet pliant, cool and yet hot. It was everything that a woman could desire, the sexy, blonde woman thought. She moved the rod against her clit and felt the coolness cause a special tension in that excited piece of meat. The clit seemed to be crying out to her.
Fuck your cunt! Fuck your pussy with that rod! That is what you want!
And she knew that that was exactly what she wanted. Her pussy was wet with desire for that leather rod, that cool thing. She moved the rod around the lips of the cunt and felt the hole quake as if the lips were trying to force themselves open for the rod, as if they wanted to taste that rod in them so much that they were taking control of the situation.
And Marsha knew that her pussy did yearn for the leather rod, the cool thing that slid into her and made her feel so happy and so warm.
So the woman lifted her legs and began to slip the rod into her. When she felt that first bit of leather in her hole, when she felt that first, cool touch inside her, she gasped and rolled on the leather floor and lay on her side. She smelled the aroma of the leather that was next to her face and she lifted her leg high and moved the rod into her more deeply.
Then she started to fuck herself.
She moved the rod in and out of her as if it were a cock, a cold, leather cock that was making her warm and juicy inside. She felt that the leather was shooting through her body, turning her into leather and she did not mind that idea at all. She liked the fantasy. If she could only turn into expensive leather then she would have leather with her all the time. She would not have to come to his room for her thrills. She would be able to feel and smell leather and let it work its magic on her mind and her cunt every moment of the day and night. She wished that she could be leather, that she could be so firm and yet so pliable, so cold and yet so hot, so soft and yet so strong. If she could be that, then she would have to trouble making it in the world, even the world of Hollywood. She would be able to return to that place and face all the questions and all of the people who tried to uncover her secrets and she would know that they would fail in their attempts to hurt her because she was made of leather and she could not be hurt by anything that they did.
But she was not leather, the woman quickly reminded herself. She could only stick leather up her pussy and smell leather and get off on leather. She held her leg high and felt the muscles in her body quake and shake as she felt the leather orgasm coming to her. She moved the rod more quickly in and out of her open cunt and she sighed and moaned and sniffed the leather floor. Then she turned onto her back and raised her pussy up and let the fucking rod have her easily and let the orgasm come and rush over her.
She cried out as she came.
"I love leather!"
And then, when the orgasm was over, the woman slowly pulled the leather rod out of her cunt and held it up in the light of the room and saw the juices that glistened on the rod. She dropped that rod onto the leather floor and reminded herself that her children would soon be up and around the house. She had to hurry and get out of her special, leather room.
She moved onto her feet shakily, still weak from the leather orgasm that she had had. Then she took off the leather bra. She held it to her nose for a second and then dropped it after smelling that aroma, that leather aroma mixed with that special aroma, that special aroma that she had when she wore leather.
Marsha opened the door to the leather room and looked down the hallway. She did not see anyone there. She figured that her son and her daughter were still asleep. She came out of the room and carefully locked it and then reached for her robe. She walked down the hallway and into her own bedroom. She decided that she would try to go back to sleep for an hour or so. The leather orgasms always made her tired and sleepy.
When Marsha had gone into her own room, Kristy peered out into the hallway again. She had seen it all from her bedroom, where she had rushed when she came out of her brother's bedroom and heard a door start to open. She had seen her naked mother come out of that room that she always kept locked and put on a robe and then go to her bedroom. Her mother had been flushed when she came out of that room and she staggered a bit when she walked. Kristy was experienced enough to sense that her mother had just had an orgasm. That was the way that Kristy reacted when she tried to move too quickly for a few minutes after she had come with a boy.
But what in that room would give the mother an orgasm. Kristy wondered about that. She had always been intrigued by that room that her mother kept locked. She had always wondered what was in there. Marsha said it just stored old junk and let it go at that. The children had let it go at that too. They had figured that their mother deserved the right to privacy, since she was very careful about not asking about their secrets.
But now Kristy could not keep herself away from that room. She had thought that it just had some old things in it that reminded her mother of her Hollywood days, things that perhaps Marsha visited when she was alone in the house. But those things would not give a woman an orgasm, the girl thought and she wanted to find out what would give her mother an orgasm, that staggering feeling that made females feel warm and good and lively and peaceful and everything that made life worth living.
So the daughter decided that it was time to penetrate one of her mother's secrets.
She moved quietly to the door and knelt in front of the lock. She was wearing her robe. She searched in the pocket of that robe for a bobby-pin and she found one.
One of the boys that she had fucked had been a small-time hoodlum and he had shown Kristy how to do this. He had said that it might come in handy if she ever got locked out of the house and wanted to get back in late at night and not let anyone know what time she arrived home.
She had never used the skill before, but now she was glad that she had it. She stuck the bobby pin into the hole of the lock and moved it around in there quickly and soon she heard the lock click.
The teen-aged girl stood up and took a deep breath. She was a little afraid to open that door, but she knew that she would open it. She steeled her nerves against what she might find in that room and then she pulled the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark and Kristy searched on the wall for a light switch. She found one and flipped it on as she shut the door behind her.
And then she saw what was in the strange room.
What she saw there thrilled her and intrigued her. At first, she did not know what to make of all that black leather. There was leather on the floor that felt soft and cool under Kristy's bare feet and there was leather on the walls. She reached out and touched the soft stuff there. Then she looked down and saw what lay in the middle of the leather room and she gasped.
A black leather bra was there and some black leather panties and a little leather rod.
Kristy moved toward the leather stuff very slowly. She bent down and picked up the panties and she knew that they were just her mother's size. Her mother wore this stuff. Kristy wondered why and then she smelled the aroma of the leather and she felt her own girlish clit began to quake in her body and she knew that the leather thrilled her just as it thrilled her mother. The girl pressed the panties to her face and took a deep breath, letting the leather aroma fill her head. It was fantastic. She had never smelled anything like that before.
The girl held the panties in one hand and reached down and picked up the bra in the other. She smelled the leather and the aroma of her mother too. That was on the leather garments and that added to the girl's pleasure as she sniffed the stuff. She had always thought that her mother was sexy and beautiful, although she knew that her mother had never fucked her audience as Kristy had done so many times when she danced for boys. And now she was holding the secret, leather garments of that sexy, beautiful woman to her face and rubbing her face against the cool softness as she took it more of the aroma.
The young daughter dropped the panties on the leather floor and looked at the bra. She began to put the thing on. She wanted to see how it would feel on her body. It did not quite fit. Her mother's tits were much larger than her own. But, even loose on her body, the leather bra thrilled the girl. She felt the cool soft leather against her flesh as she pushed her robe off her body and let it fall on the leather floor. She reached behind her and clasped the leather bra onto her body and felt the thing hanging there and knew just what her mother loved about leather.
Kristy started to dance in the room, to move around in a slow and easy motion as she felt the cold leather bang against her little tits. Then she looked again at the leather pole, the rod that lay on the floor. She reached down and picked it up and saw the wet stuff still on the rod. She brought that pole close to her face and smelled the juice that still clung to the thing. Kristy knew, that it was her mother's juice, that this was the remains of her mother's orgasm.
Before she even knew what she was doing, she stuck out her tongue and licked some of that juice from the fine leather rod. Her mother was sweet, she thought, very sweet.
And then Kristy understood everything.
This was the way that her mother got her thrills, her pleasures. She used this leather rod on her pussy and made herself come. Kristy, who had just fucked her own brother and enjoyed it more than any other fucking that she had ever done, could not say that her mother was wrong in fucking this rod. In fact, the girl felt her own pussy begin to quiver with that leather all around and that pole in her hand. She wanted to fuck the thing too. She wanted to have the kind of pleasure that her mother had when she took that leather up her cunt.
But Kristy would not do it right away. She wanted to prolong the feeling of lust that was growing in her girlish body. She was surprised by the feeling. She had never thought that she would be so turned on by leather, by anything besides a sexy male and she was being turned on just minutes after she had fucked Jeff.
But the girl could not help it, as she understood that her mother could not help it either. She yearned for the leather rod just as her mother had yearned for it. She started to dance again and she held the leather rod close to her face, as if it were a dancing partner. She kissed the rod and tasted the leather and her mother on the thing and she moved around the leather room without making a sound, feeling the cool stuff under her feet.
Then she could not stand it any longer. She had to know all. She had to experience what her mother obviously experienced. She had to know how it felt.
The teen-aged girl dropped onto the leather floor and spread her legs and moved that leather rod over her body. She started with her tits. She moved the end of the rod over her tits and around each nipple and shivered with the feeling that the leather gave her. Then she moved the rod down her stomach and touched her navel with the thing and shivered again. She moved the rod further down and let it make a path in her pussy hair. As she drew near her cunt, she sighed. She knew that this would feel good and she sensed that this leather fucking that she was about to give herself would unite her in a special way with her mother, unite her in a way that was like the way that Kristy and her mother had been united many years ago, when Kristy was just a thing growing in her mother's womb. She felt that, maybe, this leather rod was something like a cord that held parent and child together.
The lustful girl who had experienced so much in her short life now wanted to experience this new thing. She took a deep breath and moved the leather rod over her quaking, excited clit.
It was terrific!
It was like nothing else that she had ever felt before!
It was cold!
It was hot!
It was hard!
It was soft!
It was like a man!
It was like no man Kristy had ever had before!
It was strange and new and exciting and it filled her head with lustful dreams, dreams that churned into nothing in her brain and left her head feeling hollow and feminine and yearning.
The leather was magnificent!
Kristy moved the leather rod over her clit and felt the hardness and the softness seem to invade her. She sighed. This is what made her mother happy, she thought and now it was making her happy too.
With shaking hands, she moved the rod back and forth over the sexy piece of meat and cooed to it as if it were a lover.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me with your leather. I love it."
And she did love it. She loved the feel and the she loved the aroma, the smell of the leather that was now mixing with the smell of her own anxious juices.
She kept the tip of that rod moving over her clit for a few more seconds and then she pulled the rod up and held it against her girlish tits. The rod seemed to pulse there like a cock. She gasped for air in the leather room and moved on the leather floor. She knew that she would have to do it, would have to complete her leather love-making in the most natural way that she could think of.
She held the rod up over her face and saw the muscles of her girlish arms flex. Then she spoke to the rod as if it were a male, a member of her audience, a man that she wanted in her more than anything else in the whole world.
"Fuck me," she said to the rod. "Fuck my pussy. Batter my young cunt, just like you batter my mother's cunt. Make me a star like my mother, you leather lover."
Then she slowly moved the rod down between her outstretched legs again. She took several deep breaths, trying to give herself the courage that she needed to do what she had to do. She knew that the leather would give her the orgasm that she desired and she wanted that orgasm more than anything else that she could think of.
Kristy had just fucked her stud brother and he had been good, but he had not been leather. He had been flesh and he did not have this strange and wonderful aroma and this sexy coldness that the leather had.
She knew that she wanted this experience even more than she had wanted the good experience with her brother.
The teen-aged girl lifted her hips high and spread her legs wide and moved the tip of that rod to her opened pussy. Before she shoved it in, she closed her eyes and spoke to the leather again.
"Batter me, you bastard leather. Batter my whore pussy. Batter my young, sweet cunt."
Then, holding her breath, Kristy moved the leather rod into her. She gasped when it was in her, cold and hot at the same time, it seemed to her. She started to move the leather in her cunt, to move it around in that sweet hole, where so many cocks had already been.
But this was not a cock. This was leather and it felt different from any cock that she had ever had. It felt cold and hard and yet it seemed to come alive in her pussy, to want to fill her up and touch every part of her that it could touch.
She put her legs together and tightened her pussy around the leather rod and rolled on the leather floor. She cried out in passion.
"Yes! Fuck my sweet, whore pussy! Fuck me like my brother fucked me!"
Kristy seemed to be engulfed in leather and she loved that leather. She wanted to drown in the leather smells and the leather emotion that came to her girlish head.
As she rolled with the leather that battered, her, the girl thought of her blond, silent brother and she thought of another man, the red-haired man who had been her first. They were the two most important men in her life at that time, but now the leather was important too. The leather was giving her feelings just like those men had given her. She wished that she could make the leather her audience, that she could dance and thrill the leather as she had thrilled so many men. But she could not. She knew that the leather was not really a male, that it was only a tool and that tool was hers to do with as she willed. The leather was silent too, just like her brother, but it would never speak at all. It would never move except when she moved it, as she was moving it quickly in her cunt at that moment. She churned on the leather floor and gasped and moaned and waited for the leather to bring her her orgasm, the feeling that she wanted so much. She knew that it was coming because she felt the leather heat, the leather hardness grow in her girlish body. She felt the smell of leather surround her and she felt the hard, cold feeling of leather invade her. She thought that, maybe, she was made of leather too and she wondered if her mother felt this way when she did this thing with the leather.
And then Kristy came. She came with gasps and cries that started deep in her throat. As she came, she lifted her legs and held them out straight and tensed her body and let the leather work its final miracle in her.
She came and came and came. She could not remember ever coming as much as she did that morning with the leather.
Then she slowly pulled the leather rod out of her young cunt and looked at it. It was wet with her juices, as it had been wet with her mother's. Kristy raised the rod to her mouth and stuck out her tongue and licked the juices off the piece. They were sweet and leathery.
Then she dropped the rod and put her hands on her leather bra and pressed it close to her tits while she relaxed in the after-glow of orgasm.
She understood her mother so much better now, she thought in a dreamy way. She understood why her mother would love leather so much and she felt that, in a special way, she and her mother were closer at this moment than they had been in years.
Yet the girl knew no way that she could tell her mother that she had discovered the woman's secret, her secret room and her secret pleasure. She wanted to tell her mother that she knew, that she understood, but her mother had never been very willing to talk about anything like this with her children.
Kristy knew that she would tell her mother some day, if she could only work up the courage and figure out how best to break the news to the woman. Until then, she would just have to sneak into this room when her mother was not around and have her own special teen-aged pleasure with leather.
The girl sat up and took another deep breath, taking in the leather aroma of the room.
She wondered what other things there were that she could try now that she was a leather-lover. She wondered what other thrills waited for her out there in the big and lusty world.
The teen-ager smiled and determined to find out, to experiment, to do everything that she could possibly do to bring pleasure to her body.
She was game for anything, she determined. She would do everything with everyone that she could find.
It was a new resolve, a firm resolve and Kristy knew that she would keep her promise to herself.
CHAPTER SIX
Jessica grew tired of waiting for Jeff. The stuttering stud had promised that he would call her at her motel room when he talked to his mother about the interview, but now it was Sunday afternoon and he had not called at all. The journalist knew that the boy had probably chickened out, afraid to ask his mother for anything, afraid even to speak. Jessica felt a little put-out by the boy's fear of his mother, but she sat in her motel room and smiled when she remembered that her relationship with Jeff had not been a total loss. He had been one hell of a stud, one hell of a fuck.
Anyway, she thought, it was time to work on phase two of her operation. She would attack the Billings family from another angle.
So she left her motel room and got in her car and started to drive around town. She was looking for someone. She was looking for Kristy Billings.
She had studied the girl as she had studied the brother of the girl. She knew that Kristy liked to walk around town on sunny afternoons like this one and she knew that the girl often picked up guys on these afternoons.
On this afternoon, the journalist thought, she would not pick up a guy. She would be picked up by a sexy woman who wanted something from her.
As she drove around, looking for the teen-aged sex-pot, she remembered the stories that she had heard about Kristy Billings.
The girl had a bad reputation among many of the town's blue-noses. People said that she danced naked for boys and then fucked them, sometimes five or six in one night. People said that she was obsessed with sex. Jessica giggled when she thought about that. What teen-aged girl is not obsessed with sex? The only difference between Kristy and the more pure young ladies of the town, the journalist thought, was that Kristy was not afraid to work out her obsession with boys, lots of boys.
Jessica smiled. She had been much like Kristy when she was a teen-ager, courageous and willing to try anything.
The journalist hoped that Kristy was indeed like her. She hoped that the girl was not afraid to try anything. Jessica had made love to her first woman when she was only fifteen and she had had several minor affairs with women since then. She basically liked men with good, strong cocks, but she was also turned on by cute women, women who were soft and eager to please.
The blonde remembered her first girl. She had been fifteen and the girl had been older, more experienced, all of seven-teen. That girl had picked Jessica up one afternoon and had taken her out of the woods. She had talked to Jessica about boys and how much fun sex could be.
And then she had run her hand over the girl's soft thigh. The blonde shivered with delight when the older girl did that, but she felt warm and loving when the girl took her in her arms and kissed her full on the lips.
That had been a very good experience for Jessica. The reporter wondered if this teen-aged tart that she was looking for this afternoon had had a good experience such as that one. If she had not, Jessica wanted to show her such an experience. She wanted to give this girl everything that she could give another female, everything that would make Kristy Billings feel warm and loving, just as she had felt when she was fifteen.
Jessica saw the girl standing on the corner just ahead of her.
She slowed down and studied the teen-ager as she drew close to Kristy.
The girl was dressed for action. That was for sure.
Kristy was wearing a halter-top over her budding tits and she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, jeans that were cut off almost to her pussy.
Her feet were bare and she already had the beginning of her tan. She looked from one side to the other, grinning and waiting for some interested boy to come driving by.
Jessica moved her car slowly up the corner and then stopped the auto right in front of Kristy.
The girl looked into the open window. "Hi," Jessica said, smiling at the girl.
"Hi," Kristy said with a grin.
"Would you like to go for a ride with me?"
The question took the teen-ager by surprise. She had never been propositioned by a woman before. And this was definitely a proposition, a request for sex. She could tell that by the way that the woman was looking at her body and the way that the woman smiled at her.
She considered it for just a second. She reminded herself that she had determined to try everything. So she quickly decided that she would go with this blonde woman. She thought the woman was very beautiful.
"Sure," Kristy said, grinning and running around the car to get in on the passenger's side. When she was in, she turned to the woman.
"My name is Kristy," she said.
"I know," the woman said with a smile as she moved the car away from the corner. "My name is Jessica."
"You know me, Jessica?" the girl asked.
She was a little surprised. She had never seen this woman around town before and she was sure that she would have noticed her in this small town if she had crossed her path.
"Yes, Kristy," the woman said, driving toward the outskirts of town, driving toward the lake. "I know you. I fucked your brother just a couple of nights ago."
"Really?" the girl chirped.
"Really. He was a very good fuck, too."
"Yes, I know very well," the girl said with an impish grin and a twinkle in her eye. She wondered if that would shock the woman. But it did not seem to shock her at all. The blonde just turned to her and smiled.
"From experience?" Jessica asked.
"From recent experience. I fucked him yesterday morning for the first time."
Jessica laughed out loud with glee. This girl was a real sex-pot, she thought, probably even more courageous than Jessica had been at her age. Jessica had never had a brother to fuck. She was an only child, but she wondered now if she would have fucked a brother if one had been available to her, especially a sexy brother like the stammering Jeff. She probably would have. She decided that she would not have been able to resist a sexy stud, no matter if he was related to her.
Kristy looked out the front windshield.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To the lake," the woman said, "if that is all right with you."
The two females explained glances and grins again. They both knew what they were going to do when they got to the lake. Kristy looked over the sexy blonde and felt her blood begin to boil with lust and anticipation.
"Sounds great to me," the teen-ager said.
"Have you ever done anything like this before, Kristy? I mean, with a woman?"
"No," Kristy said, understanding exactly what the woman expected her to do when they got to the lake, "but I want to do it and I think that you are very sexy."
"I will try to make it good for you, Kristy," the blonde said softly.
The two females were silent as Jessica drove to the lake. The blonde was at ease, knowing that the teen-ager had agreed to the lesbian sex and knowing that this teen-ager would probably be very good at the act when things got started. Kristy was a little nervous, however, nervous with anticipation. She wanted to get things started. She wanted to taste this sexy woman's cunt and see if her juices were as sweet as her own, as her mother's.
Kristy found herself thinking of her mother. Marsha, like this woman, Jessica, was a blonde, sexy thing. And now that Kristy understood her mother and leather, she wondered if Marsha had ever done anything like what she was prepared to do with this woman. She somehow hoped that her mother had done something like that. Kristy wanted to be as much like her mother as possible. She wanted to be a star too.
And the teen-ager liked the lake. It brought to her mind good memories, memories of Tim and other boys, but especially of Tim, her first man. She was glad that this woman had picked out the lake for this new first in Kristy's life. She liked to do her first things near the water, she thought. It made her feel more natural and fresh when she did them. Nothing could ever be strange and perverted if it was done near the water, she thought and then she giggled at that thought.
"Something funny?" Jessica asked as she drove on the little road that led by the lake.
"No," the girl said, "I was just thinking that I liked it here."
"Good."
Jessica drove Kristy to her own special spot, the place where she had fucked Jeff just a few days before. She pulled the car into that spot and then she and the girl sat there and looked out on the shining, blue water of the lake for a second without saying anything.
It was a special spot for Kristy too. Near here, she had fucked Tim, her first man, the man she had never seen again. She glanced at the pretty, blonde woman who sat there in the car and looked at the water and she wondered if she would ever see this woman again either.
She did think that Jessica was sexy. She was wearing her white shorts and her white T-shirt and her tits were rounded and firm under that T-shirt. She looked sophisticated, even dressed like that, the teen-ager thought. She wondered what this woman did for a living. She would not have been surprised to discover that this woman was a business executive or a high-powered fashion model or maybe even a movie star, as her mother had been.
Jessica had slipped her sandals off so that she, like Kristy, sat in the car in her bare feet. She finally turned to the girl and readied out and touched the side of her face. Kristy bent her head and let the woman's fingers move into the softness at the side of her neck. She grinned at the woman with sweetness in her eyes, with girlish sweetness that Jessica knew would be driven out of Kristy before too many more years were through.
That was the way things happened in the world, the journalist thought. The sweetness was driven out of a girl. Kristy would be sexy for a long time, but she would not be sweet and tender as she was now. She would try and try to regain that sweetness in the arms of men and women as she grew older, and. sometimes, she would have a faint taste of it, but she would never really be this way again, this sweet, this adventurous, this excited and loving.
Jessica knew because that is what had happened to her. She wanted to taste this girl's sweetness, to let the girl feel it in her body before it was gone forever.
The blonde journalist pulled the teen-aged girl's face to hers and kissed Kristy on the mouth with a soft peck. Then they kissed again and this time, the girl put her arms around Jessica's neck and held the blonde close to her while she opened her mouth to the older woman's tongue. She felt the soft, wet tongue invade her and she moved her face against Jessica's as their tongues played little games with each other, as they tasted each other for the first time.
The teen-ager liked this feeling, this warm sensation that ran through her because she was kissing another woman. A man's lips were not so soft, so cool. A man's tongue was not so active in her mouth. She felt that this thing with Jessica would be very good because they were both women, because they knew how to please each other because they knew from first-hand experience how women liked to be pleased.
The girl pulled away from the blonde and smiled at her.
"Let's go over into the trees," she said, "where we can be more comfortable."
Jessica liked the fact that she had made the suggestion, that she was doing more than just following orders. She just nodded her head in agreement with the teen-ager. She knew that this would be a very pleasurable experience for both of them because neither of them was in total control of the other. They were two women, who had mutual desires and mutual control over their bodies. That would make their pleasure mutual too.
The two females got out of the car and held hands as they walked barefoot across the soft earth to the trees. They looked at the trees as they came near the clump. Both of them felt as if they were moving into a sanctuary, a special place where they could be totally free and uninhibited.
It was the way that they wanted to be.
They moved into the trees and stood there in the middle of the trees and looked up at the late spring sun that was shining down on them through the trees. They felt cool and blessed there in the summer as it filtered through the green of the tree tops. They turned and looked at each other.
Neither female said anything. Instead, they stepped a few feet apart and studied each other carefully, seeing each sexy curve in each other's body, noticing each sexy part. Then Kristy reached behind her and loosened her halter-top and let the thing fall away from her body and showed the woman her young, rounded tits. She waited until Jessica moved too. The blonde pulled her T-shirt over her head and let the teen-ager see her tits.
Each female stood very stiff for a moment and let the other female take in that new sight. Then Kristy moved her fingers over her cut-offs and opened them. Jessica moved her hands over her shorts and loosened those things too. Together, at the same time, they pushed their last garments down to the ground and stepped out of them. Neither of the females had won panties. Both had gone out that afternoon in search of sex and both knew that they did not need panties for that.
Both females spread their legs and stood there, letting eyes inspect pretty pussies.
Kristy's cunt was covered with a dark bush of soft hair. Jessica's hair was lighter in color but heavier, as a woman's should be heavier than a teen-aged girl's.
After that lustful inspection, the two women began to move together slowly. They started to move at the same time, yearning for each other, keeping their eyes roaming over bodies, moving slowly, letting the anticipation build.
Jessica was a little taller than the girl. So, when they came together and put their arms around each other, Kristy was the one who tilted her head up for Jessica's kiss. It was a strong, soft, passionate kiss, the type of kiss that only women can share. Jessica held Kristy close to her and felt the girl's soft, young tits move against her own as both females breathed in excitement at this experience.
Then Jessica ran her lips over the girl's face, giving the teen-ager quick, soft, little kisses. She ran her tongue around the girl's soft jaw and licked her throat as Kristy continued to move her head about and give the woman places to lick and to kiss. Then Jessica ran her tongue over the red lips of the girl and she felt the girl shudder in her arms as she did that.
Kristy had never experienced such licking before. It was marvelous. No man had ever done that to her. It took another woman to understand that women like to be licked, like cats, like jungle animals, like angels. Those thoughts rushed through Kristy's head so quickly that she did not even notice it when she moved to her knees with Jessica. She did not notice it when the woman pushed her back onto the soft earth but she went willing and let the woman lie on top of her and press her body to Kristy's hot, sexy body and continue to kiss and lick her as Kristy moved her firm, young, dancer's legs up and held them around Jessica's sexy body.
Jessica started to move her pussy against Kristy's, to hump the girl. The teen-ager soon caught the rhythm and matched it with her own, but she still did not give it much thought. She was beyond thought. It seemed to Kristy that she was moving in a mist, moving in the way that her body wanted to move. She just felt. She did not think.
And what thoughts she had were not about this woman who humped her. They were about her mother. She wondered if her mother's pussy was as soft and hairy and wet as this woman's, what her mother's cunt would feel like if Marsha rubbed it against Kristy's young pussy. Her mind will filled with such wonders, such questions that boiled with lust in her head.
Kristy tightened her hold on Jessica with her legs and her arms and moaned into the woman's ear.
"Fuck me. Fuck me as my mother would."
Jessica heard those words and knew that, somewhere, deep in her soul, this girl lusted for her own mother. That made the journalist feel happy, because she knew that that lust could be turned into something that was productive for Jessica and her career. She ground her cunt into Kristy's and felt the wetness of the teen-ager mix with her own wetness and she continued to kiss and lick the girl's face.
Then she moved back from the girl's body and Kristy loosened her hold on the woman. When she was able to move, Jessica started her journey down Kristy's sexy flesh.
She kissed and licked the girl's soft shoulders and then moved on down to the young, rounded tits. She figured that many men had probably kissed and sucked on those tits, but Jessica knew that no man would ever give Kristy the feeling that she was going to give her at that moment because no man really understood tits as a woman did.
The journalist moved her tongue slowly around one pink nipple, wetting it and feeling it grow hard under her touch and then she ran her tongue across the nipple with quick, little movements as the girl jumped and gasped. She knew that she was pleasing Kristy with the tongue-lashing. Then Jessica raised her mouth and blew on the nipple and the girl shuddered and sighed and took deep breaths and trembled under her. Jessica knew that that felt good to her, good like sexy torture. A breath is cold on a wet nipple and when a girl felt such a coldness, she only wanted to have a warm mouth sucking on her, relieving her of the coldness and the lustful chill.
Kristy put her hand on Jessica's neck and pressed the blonde down on that nipple and Jessica went willing, sucking on the thing with long, almost lazy pulls. The girl began to churn in the dust under her, to churn with lust and emotions that were new to her. Jessica understood those emotions. They were the same emotions that she had felt when she was fifteen, when she had been taken by the older girl and turned into a lover that could not be satisfied by mere ordinary sex.
And the pink nipple of the girl tasted so fresh and so sweet.
As Jessica sucked on her tit, Kristy lifted her arms and put her hands on her head and tried to relax. But the blonde saw that movement and quickly moved her mouth off the nipple and licked the armpits of the sexy girl. That added more sexual tension to Kristy's body, more emotions that made her think of her mother and of lust and of nothing.
Kristy held her arms back and moved on the ground, danced under the woman's body and felt the earth move into her flesh as the woman licked her armpit. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She wanted that ultimate girl-to-girl action and she wanted it now.
"Suck my clit, Jessica," she moaned, almost begging in her lust. "Eat my pussy and suck my clit. I have to come soon of I will just explode."
And the blonde journalist understood just what the girl meant. She had felt similar things, similar explosions in her body when she had made love to women before.
Jessica hurried down Kristy's body and lowered her face to the dark-haired, sweet, young pussy as the girl spread her legs wide and tensed her body and moaned to the woman with desire in her voice.
"Eat my pussy, Jessica. Please."
The blonde journalist could not refuse the girl. She looked so eager and so sweet like that and the aroma that came up to the woman's nostrils from the girl's body was sweet too, so sweet that it seemed like flowers to Jessica, flowers of the spring.
She spread the girl's cunt-lips with her fingers and drove her tongue into Kristy, moved it into the girl with force and power and tasted the ultimate sweetness of the teen-ager. It was so sweet and the pussy walls seemed to vibrate against Jessica's tongue. The juices covered the tongue as Jessica pressed her face closer to the girl and moved the tongue in more deeply, sucking and licking at the same time and feeling the girl churn under her.
The blonde journalist looked up at the girl and was proud because she knew that she was doing this to Kristy, that she was giving the sexy teen-ager this pleasure. Kristy was moving on the earth and she held her little tits in her hands and squeezed on them as she moaned and sighed. Jessica caught some, of the words that came from the girl's lips in gasping sounds.
"Yes, Mother ... More like that ... That is wonderful ... Mother ... I understand ... Leather Mother ... I understand you ... Hat my pussy ... Mother."
The girl was thinking about her mother, fantasizing that the former movie queen was the one who was eating out her pussy at that moment. In another situation, Jessica would have been hurt that the girl did not think that it was she who was giving her this pleasure, would have been jealous of the girl's mother, but, in this situation, Jessica knew that the girl's lustful thoughts about her own mother would make things easier for the journalist, would make it easier for her to get her interview with Marsha Billings, the interview that would make Jessica a media great.
Jessica moved her mouth off the girl's pussy for a moment, pulling her tongue out of the cunt. She let Kristy rest for just a few seconds, calm down a bit before the final pleasure came to her. Then she grinned at the sexy teen-ager and lowered her face again to the area between the girl's firm, dark legs and sucked the excited clitoris in her mouth.
Her pussy quivered.
Kristy gasped when Jessica did that.
"Mother! That is wonderful!"
Then she said nothing else. She just sighed and moaned and moved on the ground as the journalist sucked on her clit, as the heat moved down to her pussy.
She could not believe that this was happening to her and the girl especially could not believe that she was thinking of her mother as it happened. She had never considered her mother before as a lover. But now, since she had discovered her mother's leather, she had been giving more and more thought to the woman's sexiness, to her softness, to her vulnerability. She yearned for her mother and since this woman was also blonde, she thought of this woman as her mother when she looked down and saw that soft blonde hair move as the female sucked on her clit. In a strange way, she felt that this sexy woman was preparing her for her mother, for an experience similar to this one that she would share with her mother. And she yearned to share that experience. But first, Kristy knew, she would have to learn more about this kind of love, more about what to do to a woman. She could not come to her mother as a novice. After all, her mother was a movie queen, a star.
Thinking of her mother's stardom and feeling the heat pound her pussy and her clit as the blonde, sexy woman sucked on it, Kristy came.
She came with a long sigh and a tension in her body as she raised her pussy up to the woman so that she would be able to suck on her girlish clit more easily. Then she stopped sighing and took a deep breath and relaxed her body, as the woman, recognizing the signs that told her that the orgasm was over, raised her mouth from the clit and grinned up at the girl.
"Wow," Kristy said, reaching down for the woman.
Jessica moved up the girl's body and held her close and kissed her again. This time, when her tongue invaded Kristy's mouth, she knew that the girl would be able to taste the sweetness of her own pussy on that tongue.
When the kiss was over. Jessica lay on the ground and held the girl close to her.
"You thought about your mother when I did that to you," the journalist said.
The girl blushed but said nothing. She turned her eyes away from Jessica's. The journalist knew that she would have to reassure the teen-ager that she was not sick or perverted.
"It is all right," she said, putting her hand on Kristy's jaw and pulling her face up and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Your mother is a sexy woman."
"You know who my mother is?" the girl asked.
"Yes," Jessica said softly, "and I would like to meet your mother."
"Why?"
"I am a television journalist."
"Oh."
"And I would like to interview your mother."
"I don't know. She doesn't like the press. She wants her privacy. She keeps things secret even from me and Jeff and we are her children."
"I know," Jessica assured her, holding the girl close to her, "but, maybe, if you asked her-"
"Is that why you did this?" the girl suddenly asked. "Is that why you wanted to make it with me? So that I would ask my mother to grant you an interview?"
"No," Jessica said, only half-lying, "I made love to you because I thought that you were a sexy, young girl and I thought that you would enjoy learning about this kind of sex."
Jessica looked into Kristy's eyes as she said that and she saw the softness, the sweetness come back into the girl's eyes when she heard the woman say that she was sexy.
Kristy was thinking that the woman had already taught her a lot and she was sure that the woman would teach her even more before the afternoon was over. She felt that she owed the woman this favor.
"All right," she said softly, "I will ask her to grant you an interview."
"Good."
And then the females kissed again. The business had been accomplished, the agreement made. Now it was time for more lust, more female lust to pass between the two sexy bodies.
And Kristy knew that she wanted to try it, she wanted to do to Jessica what the blonde had done for her. She would have to do that in order to make herself ready for her mother. The woman rolled onto her back and spread her legs as Kristy began to move her way down the blonde's soft body slowly. She knew that, when they were done, they would be covered with dirt and sweat. They would have to rush into the lake and wash themselves. That is what Kristy wanted to do. She wanted another baptism, just like the one that she had had with Tim, her first man. She grinned when she thought of that baptism and she moved her face down to the blonde's tits.
As she licked the nipple that seemed to rise up before her eyes, the girl thought again of her sexy mother. She wanted to be prepared for her mother. She wanted to be prepared for anything that Marsha Billings could come up with.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That afternoon, when Marsha came down from the attic, Jeff was standing at the bottom of the steps, waiting to speak to his mother.
He had been thinking about it all weekend and he knew that he had to ask her. He had promised Jessica and that blonde meant a great deal to him. He also believed that the interview would be good for his mother too. She needed to return to the limelight, where she could be happy. She needed to quit guarding her secrets so closely. Marsha saw her son waiting for her and looking up at her. She smiled at him, but, when Jeff did not smile back, she knew that something was on his mind, something was bothering him. She glanced behind her, up to the attic and she wondered if that had something to do with her son's troubled look. She knew that Jeff hated that thing in the attic.
"H-H-Have you been up with h-h-h-him?" the boy stammered.
"Of course," she said. "He is all that is up there."
"Why d-d-don't you put h-h-h-him away somewhere?"
She stared at him. He had asked that question several times in the last couple of years. Now she gave him the answer that she always gave him, the one that did not seem to satisfy him at all. "He is my husband and your father," she said softly.
"He is nothing!" the boy shouted, not stammering at all. "He should be forgotten!"
Marsha was close to her blond son by then. She slapped Jeff hard across the face, so hard that the boy fell back and put his hand on his cheek where she had hit him.
"Don't you ever say that about your father!" she yelled. "He was a good man and he was a war hero!"
But then she felt immediately sorry for what she had done to Jeff. She knew that, in a way, her son was right. She knew that her husband would never recognize her or his children or anyone else in the world.
It had started when Ted Billings had returned from Vietnam with no legs. He had stepped on a mine during his last day in Vietnam and his legs had been blown off. But he had been conscious of the outside world then. He had sat in his room and cried and talked to Marsha about his ruined life and he had asked Marsha to suck his cock so that he could feel something. His wife had done that for him, but she worried because he was taking drugs, too many drugs. He said that he needed all of that stuff in his veins to give him a reason for living and he had taken more and more as the months went by. Then, one afternoon, he had just been sitting in his chair. When Marsha came in, he did not stir. He stared straight ahead like a man who was dead, forever dead. She rushed Ted to the hospital and there she had been told that he was as good as dead, that he would probably never notice anything again.
That is when she moved to Massachusetts. She did not want the Hollywood reporters to find out that her husband was a vegetable and she knew that she would have to spend a great deal of time caring for him. She moved him into the attic of their house in Massachusetts and fed him and cleaned him every day. Her children did not even want to admit that he was there in the house with him. They did not go up to see him. They hated the fact that he was in the house with him and they begged their mother to send him away.
But they did not understand that she could not send him away, that she still needed that man that she loved with her, even though he did not recognize her, even though he stared blankly ahead of him and shit his pants and dribbled food down his chin when she fed him.
And they did not understand that she needed this secret to keep her warm at night.
But even Marsha realized that there was a certain sickness in her soul, a sickness that kept her husband with her. She knew that her son and her daughter were right when they said that she should send her husband away and she knew that she could not really explain the need that she felt in her heart to have that man around the house with her when he was as useless as a vegetable to her.
So, now, she felt sorry about hitting her son. She moved toward Jeff, wanting to apologize for hitting him, but the words would not come. Instead, she just reached out and put her arms around her handsome, stuttering son.
But Jeff pulled away from her and glared at her with anger in his eyes. The slap was too much for him. It was the final humiliation that came with being Marsha Billings' son.
"You never tell me anything," he found himself saying. "You-you-you-you keep secrets from m-m-m-me. You don't c-c-care about me or Kristy. You let Kristy become a wh-wh-wh-whore."
The accusations did not make sense to Jeff, even though he was the one who had made them.
But he could tell by looking in his mother's blue eyes that they made sense to her, that they made a deeper sense that told her that she had failed the family in some secret way.
Her eyes clouded with tears and then it was Jeff's turn to feel bad, to move to his mother and put his arms around her and hold her as she started to cry. He wanted to ask her forgiveness but he could not. He could not speak at all. He just held his sexy mother as he cried into his shoulder.
Marsha knew that he was right. She had kept too many secrets from the boy and his sister and she was in some way to blame for the way that her daughter was acting with the young men of the town. She looked into her son's sad eyes and then she realized that she could regain his love and his respect if she would just show him one of her secrets. They were standing in the upstairs hallway and Marsha looked down that hallway to the door. She knew the leather room was behind that door, that that room was one of her guarded secrets. She wanted to show the leather to her son.
She moved away from her son and took his hand in hers and led him to that door. She stopped outside the door and reached into the pocket of the slacks that she wore. She pulled out the key to the door and unlocked it. Then she opened the door and turned on the light and led her son into the leather room.
Jeff looked around him when he was in there. He could not believe that this room existed. It was all black and shining with leather and the smell overcame, almost knocked him down. But he liked the aroma too, liked it so much that he looked at his mother and smiled. He did not really understand why his mother had outfitted a. room in this way, but he could understand why a person could be happy surrounded by this leather. He was happy as he stood there. He was happy and turned on too. He could feel his cock hardening in his trousers. When his cock grew hard, he thought suddenly of Jessica and he knew that this was the time to ask his mother to grant the blonde woman an interview.
"Mother," he said, "I-I-l-I know a woman."
He paused and studied his mother's face. When Marsha smiled at him, he knew that he was still safe, that she was happy that he knew a woman.
"She is a re-re-re-reporter," he added.
Then the smile faded from Marsha's face. A reporter? She did not like the sound of that.
But Jeff knew that he had to barge on now with the request. He was already in trouble with his mother. He would have to just come out right and ask her for this favor. He took a deep breath and concentrated on the words that he wanted to use. He did not want to stammer now. He did not want to remind his mother of his affliction. He wanted her to agree to this request because she sensed the power and the male strength in her son.
"She wants to interview you for television and I think that you should let her do it," he said.
Then he sighed. He had said it. Now he knew that he had to stand there and wait for his mother's reaction, whatever it might be. He looked at his mother as she stared at him. Her face got red with anger.
"Is this the woman you fucked the other night?" she asked with a harsh voice.
"W-w-w-hat?"
"I know you fucked a woman the other night. You came home smelling like a fucking cunt."
Jeff did not say anything at all. He was too shocked, too ashamed to say anything. Yet, he was also angry. He did not think that it was any of his mother's business if he fucked a woman. After all, Kristy fucked a lot of guys and his mother had never scolded Kristy for that.
"I was happy when you came home happy," Marsha said, "but now that woman thinks that she can interview me just because she is willing to fuck my son. That is ridiculous."
Jeff began to look around the leather room again. How could a woman who lived in a room such as this one say that anything was ridiculous? He wondered that and he sensed that this room had a sexual meaning for his mother too.
"I have a right to my privacy," the woman said with a sneer on her face.
"What do you do in here?" her son asked.
"What?"
"What do you do in here?"
Jeff was not looking at his mother at that moment. He was looking around the room. When Marsha did not answer him right away, he turned and stared at her with his blue eyes wide. He was not angry. He was only interested, so interested that he would not be denied that special information. Marsha sensed that in his eyes. She sensed his strength.
"What do you do in here?" he asked again, surprised that he did not stammer at all.
And the mother knew that she would have to answer her son and tell him the truth. She could not keep secrets from him any longer. He was a man and he would not allow it.
"I dress in leather and masturbate," she said.
The young man did not say anything for a while. Then he gave his mother an order.
"Show me," he said calmly.
"What?"
"Show me how you do it," he said.
And he did not stammer. He spoke surely because he knew that his mother would not be able to deny him. He sensed something growing in him, something growing just as his cock was growing in his pants and he knew that that something was masculine power. For years there had been no real man in the house except for the father, who was a mindless vegetable. Now, Jeff knew, he was taking the man's role. His mother would not be able to deny him that.
"Show me right now," he said.
Marsha stepped back and glanced at the door. It was still opened. She could make a run for it, she thought, but then she realized that that would be stupid. This was no criminal in the room with her. This was her own son, the child of her womb. She knew that she could not escape him and she sensed that she had no right to escape him either. She had been escaping into this room for months, escaping her children when they had offered her love and companionship, giving up her role as a mother. Now, she knew, she would have to show him just how she did it. How she played with herself in leather. That way, she thought, in a strange way, she would be able to regain her son's love.
"All right," she said softly. "I will show you how I do it."
She moved to the center of the leather room and looked at her son, She saw the bulge in his pants and she knew what that bulge meant. But she could no longer deny her son's masculinity. She had to let him feel masculine, even if it meant subjecting herself to this ordeal. She began to unbutton her blouse and she turned away from her son and started to strip.
She closed her eyes and one vision came to her mind, one story that she remembered from the good old days when she had been a brand new mother and a loving wife to her soldier husband, before she had become a movie star.
She and Ted had gone to a party and had taken Jeff along when he was just a little baby. During the night, she had to change him and she went into the bathroom where another young mother was changing the diapers on another baby boy. When Marsha took Jeff's diaper off him, the other young woman had stared at the baby and had gasped. When Marsha turned and asked what was the matter, the young woman had pointed to Jeff's penis.
"I think that there is something wrong with that baby," the young woman had said. "I think that his thing there is inflamed or something."
"What?" Marsha had asked nervously.
"Well, look. See how much bigger his is than my Jimmy's."
Marsha studied both of them and she recognized that Jeff's penis was much larger than the other baby's. The next day the worried mother had taken her infant son to the doctor and he had laughed and said that her son was just well-hung.
"He is going to be quite a ladies' man when he grows up," the doctor had said, grinning at the young mother and putting her fears to rest.
As Marsha took off her clothes, she remembered that incident. She had laughed about it before with Ted and with their friends but she had never told Jeff about it. And now she did not want to laugh. She felt a certain thrill come to her, the kind of thrill that should not come to a mother when she thought about her own son. But it was there and she could not deny it. It was there and she was naked in front of her own son, preparing to show him just what she did in that leather room.
She had her back turned to Jeff, but the young man studied the still firm buttocks of his sexy mother. He watched the womanly muscles of her back and he liked the way that her skin looked, white and a little damp as if she had just gotten out of a bath.
The woman kept her back turned to the young man as he reached out and put on the black leather bra and fastened it around her. Then she went to another side of the room and picked up the leather boots and slipped them onto her feet. They came up to her knees and were soft and warm on her. Then she picked up the leather rod and she knew that she would have to turn around and face her son then. She knew that she owed the boy this much.
Marsha turned quickly, before she lost her nerve and she spoke softly to her son.
"I rub this leather thing over my clit and then I stick it in me and fuck it as if it were a cock. That is how I get my pleasure these days."
"You come that way?"
"Yes." she murmured.
"Why don't you just take a lover, a man?"
"I don't know," the woman said truthfully. "It is just that leather is better. 1 like the strength that leather gives me. Sometimes I think about myself in leather and I think that I can control the world when I wear it."
The young man stepped toward his mother and reached out and ran his hand over the black leather bra, feeling the leather and his mother's firm tits at the same time.
"I think I understand," he said.
"Do you want me to show you more, Jeff?" she asked. "Do you want me to show you how I do it, how I jab the thing into me?"
"No," he said softly, his mouth open and his eyes staring deep into his mother's eyes.
He could not resist it. He did not want her to show him anything because he wanted to show her something. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. He ran his hands up onto her shoulders and pulled his mother to him and kissed her on the mouth.
At first, she struggled a bit, thinking that this was not right, that this was her own son, but then she realized that she wanted it just as much as he did. It had been so long since she had had a man.
And she had to admit it: her son was a man now and he would be her man, the special man in her life-at least for this afternoon.
She put her arms around him and held her body close to his. Jeff felt her leather-bound tits move against his shirt as she kissed his face. She kissed him with passion even as she murmured to him that "this is not right, Jeff. It is not right at all."
But, to both of them, this feeling that they shared at this moment seemed to be the most right thing that they had ever done.
Jeff held his mother to him and kissed her damp face and then he move away from her, broke from her hold. He smiled at her and he spoke again without stammering.
"I want you, Mother. I want to mean more to you that that leather rod does."
She did not speak to him. She just stood there and smiled and let him know that, somewhere in her heart, she wanted the same thing. She watched with lustful anticipation as her son's fingers moved to his shirt, as he started to unbutton the shirt and bare his hairless chest to her.
He was so blond, she thought and so boyish and yet so manly too. Like the leather, her son was a series of contradictions, confusions that added to the lustful confusion in her head. But she could not deny him. She had to do what he said and she wanted to find out if her son had truly become a ladies' man, a stud. She ran her eyes down his body as he took his clothes off. He slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his socks and threw all of his garments into the corner of the leather room. Then he pushed his jeans down and stood there for a moment in only his shorts, his briefs. Marsha studied that huge bulge in his shorts and then grinned at him. She wanted to see his cock in all of its full, masculine power. She wanted to see her son naked because she wanted him to use that cock in her.
She wondered quickly just how long this strange lust had been with her, how long she had had these ideas about her son. She did not remember them, but she somehow felt that these ideas had played a part, a secret part, in her life for years. Perhaps she had thought about things such as these when she had masturbated with the leather and had just not admitted it to herself. She only knew that she was thinking about this right now and she felt warm with the leather and thoughts of her son's big cock running through her blonde head. She nodded her head to him and Jeff nodded his head.
Then he pushed his shorts down.
The doctor had been right.
The prick that jumped out at Marsha, her son's prick, was full and meaty and long. It was the cock of a stud and Marsha looked from the cock to her son's eyes and smiled at him again. When she had smiled, had given him her approval, Jeff pushed the shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. Then he stood before his beautiful mother naked and spread his legs so that his cock and balls could move without interference.
Marsha dropped the leather rod onto the leather floor. She would not need it any longer. She had her son now.
She no longer thought about what was right and what was wrong, what was perverted and what was moral. She just knew that the lust that was sweeping through her body at that moment as she stood in leather before her naked son was a kind of lust that she had never felt before, a strange and overpowering lust, just as her son was overpowering her feminity with his masculine nature.
The leathered blonde moved toward her son and dropped on her knees before him and touched his cock with her trembling hand. After that first touch, the nervousness went out of her head and in its place was only lust, hot lust that thrilled her and urged her on in her movements. She curled her fingers around the cock and studied it as she stroked it, moving the skin back and forth on the rod. Then she opened her mouth and took that prick, her own son's huge organ, into her lips and started to suck on it.
Jeff looked down on her as she sucked and knew that this was what he had always wanted from his mother. This was just like the vision that he had had a few days before with Jessica. The leather-bound, blonde mother was worshipping his cock, sucking on it, taking it into her and making it hard with her own lips and her sexy tongue. Marsha moved her mouth off the cock and kissed the pink tip of the blood-swollen member. She licked the piss slit at the end of her son's organ and then she lifted the male flesh and licked the area under the cock, rubbing her mouth and tongue back to the balls that belonged to her own son.
She was working on Jeff with determined pleasure, listening to some inner voice in her motherly spirit, listening to the voice that answered to his dominant masculinity. She was really getting into this. She was so involved in what she was doing to Jeff that she did not notice the girl who stood by the open door. Jeff did not notice her either. He was concentrating on his mother's blonde head and on the feeling that her soft lips were giving him as they worked on his prick.
And the girl in the door made no sound. She just started with startled amazement and the beginnings of lust in her own body.
She had just finished with Jessica, had just come home from a nice little bout with another woman, but the sight of her mother in leather sucking her brother's prick was turning her on again, making her want to join them, making her want to form a family circle with her lust.
And she figured that she would join them.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself.
She reached behind her and loosened the halter-top and pulled it off her girlish tits.
And she smiled at the action that the other members of her sexy family were getting into.
Marsha did not notice the girl until she felt the movement behind her, the soft tits as the girl moved against her back and put her loving arms her mother and massaged Marsha's breasts. Then the blonde mother took her mouth off her son's prick for just a moment and glanced back to see her daughter. Kristy was kissing her neck and playing with her tits. Marsha could feel her cunt fill up with juices and she figured that it was only natural that her daughter would want to join in. After all, Kristy was a member of the family too.
Then Marsha turned her attention back to the cock and sacked on it with delight. She knew that her son would be hard in just a moment and she knew that he would use that cock on her pussy, on her juicy, sexy pussy.
Jeff knew that he was ready. He gently pushed his mother's head back from his prick and she let it go. Kristy was having fun moving against the leather that her mother wore, but she sensed that something was changing, that something better was about to happen. That is when she moved away from her mother's back and let the leathered blonde lie down on the leather floor.
Marsha spread her legs and looked up at her son and her daughter.
"Jeff," she said, "fuck my pussy. Kristy, you play with my tits while your brother fucks me."
Kristy was the first one to move toward her mother. She put her hands on the tit leather bra and squeezed the leather and the tits that the bra held. Marsha moaned when her daughter did that and spread her legs even wider.
The teen-aged girl whispered to her mother, wanting her to know everything now that this special thing was happening between them.
"Jeff is a good fuck," she said. "I know, because I fucked him yesterday morning."
And those words from Kristy's lips made Marsha's pussy pulsate with desire. Her daughter had fucked her son. It was time that she fucked him too, that she completed the family circle that would not be unbroken by anything that happened in the future.
"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman moaned. "Fuck me like you fucked your sister."
Jeff moved onto his knees and slipped between his mother's outstretched legs. The leather felt good on his knees and he ran his fingers quickly down the leather of the mother's boots. That felt good too. The aroma came to him and got him even harder. It was that wonderful mixed aroma of leather and cunt juice and it drove him on as he lifted his mother's hips and aimed his cock at her opened, sexy pussy.
"Fuck me, Jeff," the woman said again, almost begging him this time.
And that is all that he needed, those begging words. He banged his cock into his mother's pussy with a strong, masculine force as his little sister continued to play with his mother's tits and the leather that held them.
As Jeff started to fuck Marsha, Kristy leaned down and licked that firm leather bra and ran her tongue up from the leather until she was licking her mother's face. She ran her tongue around her mother's parted lips, giving her mother the kind of thrill that the blonde woman journalist had given her not so long before. And it did thrill Marsha. Kristy could tell. The woman jerked and moved in spasms as she readied for her daughter's head and pulled Kristy close to her and kissed her mouth with a long and lingering, sexy kiss. Their mouths opened and Kristy tasted the sweetness that was inside her mother.
While Kristy did that, thrilled her mother that way, Jeff fucked her and looked at his sister's fine, rounded butt. As Kristy kissed her mother, she spread her legs a little bit and Jeff could see the little pussy there, the sweet hole that was open for him. He moved his finger around the lips of that hole and Kristy took time off from kissing and licking her mother to turn back and grin at her sexy, stud brother. Jeff grinned back and moved his finger into his sister's well-fucked, wet, young cunt.
But he kept fucking his mother too. Even as he fingered Kristy, he knew that Marsha was the most important member of this trio at this moment. It was his mother's pleasure that he concentrated on, because he wanted to make the woman happy. She wanted to be her special man.
He held his mother's hips up and fucked her pussy while she moved with him, against him, fucking him back.
"Oh, Mother," he moaned.
"Oh," the blonde sighed as her daughter kissed her face and her son fucked her pussy, "oh, my children, all my children."
Jeff slapped his cock deep into his mother's pussy and held it there and moved his hips so that he was battering her insides. She tensed her body and moved with him and sighed as her children worked on her.
The boy knew that his mother would be coming very soon, that she was going to get a special thrill from this fucking. He also knew that this was going to be the start of a new family relationship, the kind of relationship that would draw him and his sister and his mother ever closer.
And then his mother squealed with an animal sound and Jeff moved his cock deep into her pussy and held it there so that she could come all over around his prick. Kristy continued to lick and kiss the woman and feel her tits as the orgasm rushed through Marsha.
They could read their mothers body, their mother's emotions very well. After all, she was their mother.
When she began to relax, when her orgasm was finished, Jeff slowly pulled his still swollen cock out of her pussy and Kristy moved away from her mother's body and lay on her back on the floor. She looked at her brother's hard-on and grinned at him.
With vision that was blurred by spent lust, Marsha looked at her son and her daughter as if they were figures in a dream, in a mist. She smiled at both of them. She saw Jeff's erect cock and she saw her daughter's opened legs and she remembered what Kristy had said to her, that she had fucked Jeff just the day before.
And she knew what was in their minds right now.
Why not? she thought. Why would that be any kinkier than fucking his own mother?
She touched her daughter's little tits with her hand and smiled at Kristy.
"Go ahead," she said. "Finish Jeff off with that wild, young pussy of yours."
"Then we will make it, Mother," Kristy suggested.
"All right," Marsha agreed. "Then we will make it."
"And the interview?" Jeff asked, not stammering at all.
"I will give that woman the interview she desires," the mother said. "It is the least that I can do for her. And I will move your father into a hospital where he can get good care. I know that I have to do that. And I don't really need him around any longer because I have both of you to keep me warm. And we will move back to Hollywood and I will tell everyone my secrets and make movies again."
Kristy seemed perplexed by that last part.
"All of your secrets, Mother?" the girl asked. "Even about us?"
Her mother smiled and kissed her daughter's sexy mouth.
"Well, not all of my new secrets. I don't think that the reporters would understand everything."
Then Marsha moved away from her daughter and looked at her son. She pointed to Kristy's pussy.
"Go ahead, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the living shit out of her."
"Yes, Jeff," the sister said, "fuck the living shit out of my pussy. Batter my cunt with that great cock of yours."
"All right," Jeff said softly.
As the blond brother moved to his darker sister, he suddenly realized that he was not stammering and he felt that this experience with his mother, that all of this truth that his family had shared, had cured him. It had been a miracle.
A miracle of love.
A miracle of lust.
A miracle of incestuous sex.
He moved to his sister as Kristy spread her legs wide and pushed his cock deep into her pussy. When he heard his little sister gasp in her sexy way, he knew that he was really a man and that he would never stammer or stutter ever again.
And Marsha looked at her son and her daughter as they started to fuck and thought that they were beautiful together in this way.
She knew that some people would call her family sick, but she also knew that this afternoon had saved her family, had saved her, had given them a new life together and a new togetherness that they had never had before.
She sighed and thought about the life to come, the life in Hollywood, the good things that she would be able to share with her son and her daughter, the kind of mother that she would be.
She would be the best fucking mother in Hollywood, she determined, the best fucking mother in the whole, fucking world.
EPILOGUE
"Oh, my god!"
Jessica lay on the bed naked and felt the passion run through her as the blonde woman sucked on her clit. She would never have-believed it, she thought. She would never have thought that she would be lying here, letting this happen to her, knowing that the woman who gave her the orgasm that was coursing through her system at that moment was none other than a famous movie sex queen.
And Marsha sucked passionately on that throbbing little clit that filled her mouth and her throat with soothing juices. She wanted this woman to come and she knew that she was coming at that very moment.
Jessica lifted her legs off the bed and her body churned with ecstasy as the orgasm shot quickly through her. She bucked against Marsha's sexy, soft face and moaned and squeezed her own tits with her hands. But Marsha held on, even as the woman moved with orgasmic power on the bed. She held on and sucked that clit until the orgasm was over, until Jessica was relaxed and happy and peaceful.
Then the movie star looked up and grinned at her.
"Hell of a way to start an interview, isn't it?" Marsha said with a grin on her wet mouth.
"The best way," Jessica said softly, still filled with passion as she looked down on the naked, blonde movie queen.
But Marsha felt that she owed this to this woman. This woman had fucked her son and her daughter and had opened up the family to new thrills and new love. Marsha owed Jessica more than just an interview when she realized that.
After she had let the journalist rest for a few minutes, the movie queen jumped off the bed and held out her hand to the woman.
"Come with me," she said with a grin, "and see something that will definitely be off the record."
Jessica did not know what it could be, but she was game for anything. This woman was so sexy, she thought.
The two blondes kissed with a peck before they left the bedroom. They held hands as Marsha led Jessica down the hallway to her secret, leather room.
This was going to be the greatest interview ever given, the movie star thought, an interview that this journalist would remember forever.
