Hunger, Chapter 8

by Jackie

Ester Winston dialed the cell phone number Jodie had given her. She scarcely recognized the voice that answered and for a chilling moment thought she had the wrong number.

"Hello this is Ester Winston."

"Good afternoon Missus Winston, what can I do for you?" there was mirth in the voice.

"Is this Kelly... ?"

"Yes ... how did you get this number?" the chauffeur queried. Ester could still hear her smiling.

"Do you remember me?" the casino CEO asked.

The longer than expected pause made Ester's heart sink.

"Do you want me to remember you?" Kelly's cryptic reply knocked Ester off balance so she rephrased her question.

"Have we met before?"

"I believe we did meet a few years ago," Kelly replied sounding pensive.

"Do you know Harold Preston ... I believe we met at his home," Ester attempted to jog the chauffeur's memory and quell the disappointment that was rising in her.

"Mister Preston is a very good customer who expects discretion," Kelly confided from the luxurious back seat of her stretched Lincoln.

Tingly sensations were starting to overtake her. She'd given herself a nice little orgasm not long ago daydreaming about the powerful redhead but in her alternate occupation kissing and telling was a very bad career move. Her body wasn't buying the coy facade.

Tumblers began to click into place in Ester's mind. The gorgeous blonde service provider needed permission to even admit that she recalled their lovemaking sessions.

"Did you know that you were the first woman to really make love to me?" Ester asked in a breathy whisper.

It wasn't like memory of the sex; it was more some deeper imprint of the sensations that swept over the heiress as she spoke the words. The wave of past pleasure left an insistent need between her legs.

"Yes ... I know," the blonde on the cell phone in the parking garage agreed and sunk lower in the plush leather seat, letting her knees drift apart.

"I was wondering if we could meet ... uh, for a drink or something and ... uh, talk about old times," the smartly dressed redhead in the owner's suite squirmed against the sofa cushion. She was pretty sure the chauffeur was savvy enough to know that talking had little to do with her intentions.

"I'm actually on call for somebody so I can't drink, and I shouldn't get too far away from the car. Why don't you come down here?"

The euphoric wave that passed over the heiress rendered her speechless for a moment.

"I'm in the parking garage, limo spot A-twelve," Kelly detailed her location.

Ester took some deep breaths to control the rising excitement, "Okay I'll be down in about a half an hour ... don't go anywhere before I get there."

With her right hand still holding the cell phone she ran the fingers of her left up the inside of her long shapely thigh toward her steaming womanhood. As her finger tip encountered the lace edging she sighed,

"Hurry."

Ester disconnected. She hadn't needed her blonde estranged lover's breathless expression of urgency. She already had all the compelling need that she could stand. She did however need to take the time to help her step-daughter prepare for her 'date'.

Seeing the nubile thirteen year old coming out of her bubble bath was not helpful in her condition. The flawlessness of her developing form seemed only that much more appealing all squeaky clean with droplets of water still clinging to the satin skin. Ester felt the pulse in her loins quicken when she noticed that her step-daughter had developed enough that her little boobies jiggled when she rubbed the towel in her dark blonde hair.

Ester's mind was cast back to college when her art appreciation course had touched on visions of feminine perfection over the centuries. In ancient times, when life spans were much shorter, pubescent girls at the beginning of their fertility were the epitome of sexual desirability. Time, longevity and most notably religion changed the age at which it was acceptable for a girl—a young woman—to be considered fair game.

In a way it was counter intuitive. Each generation of teens was that much better informed and, as a rule, intellectually more mature earlier. Despite this, the powers that be had decided that the best use of the extra years was to extend childhood well past puberty. It would be unfair to say that they were wrong—but that didn't mean that they were right.

There are many places in the world where it's legal for fourteen year old girls to wed. Rebecca was only months from that milestone. Was she supposed to go from baby-dolls to her marital bed overnight—preposterous!

She sat her nervous looking step-daughter down at the dressing table and began to blow dry her hair.

Brushing out the teen's hair while looking at the pert little naked titties made it a bit hard to concentrate, but the devious Chair of the hotel-casino Board persevered.

"You understand that Mister Brisbane may be reluctant at first but that doesn't mean that you should jump all over him," Ester counseled while tying the girl's hair in pig tails.

The serious expression on Rebecca's face was encouraging and she took it as a strong indication that the thirteen year old was listening attentively.

"Only part of his attraction to young girls is about the level of their physical development. The rest is a feeling of superiority and control that he can never get with a more mature woman."

Ester was sitting on the edge of the bed. She'd turned Becky's chair around, away from the make-up table and was applying mascara and eyeliner. By the time she'd finished the girl's already big eyes seemed to occupy half her face. The final touch was a very subtle shade of lip gloss.

Going to the dresser she opened the girl's underwear drawer. Fingering one of the adolescent bras she changed her mind and took only a pair of white bikini panties and handed them to the freshly made-up teen. Becky got up to put on her underpants while her step-mom took one of her school uniforms from the closet.

"Don't you think that the pink sundress is sexier?" Rebecca asked, surprised at the older woman's choice.

"Yes it is," Ester conceded handing her bait the plaid kilt that she'd just unclipped from the hanger. "Remember subtlety is the key."

She stood holding the white cotton blouse while Becky fastened the skirt and decided not to try to explain the fetish based allure of school uniforms.

With the blouse on Rebecca buttoned up the way she always did, leaving the collar open. Ester stepped forward and after straightening the collar slipped the second and third buttons of the white cotton shirt open.

"Let him see a little bit here and there," the redhead instructed unable to resist letting her finger tips trail over the pert mounds tenting the uniform top.

Becky shivered, and the older woman was thrilled to see the points of her tumescent nipples poke against the white cotton. Temptation nearly overtook her but she was able to regain her focus in time.

"So here's the plan," and she proceeded to give her step-daughter the not implausible story.

By the time she'd finished all preparations it was approaching one-thirty. She had to get going lest Ted was early. If she ran into him on the way out things would be much more awkward.

Ester picked up her hand bag from the table at the suite's entrance and, planting a kiss on the girl's forehead, said

"Just tease him a little and he'll do the rest."

Rebecca was absorbing the final words of wisdom as the big door shut with its usual loud clunk. The butterflies in her stomach began to swarm mercilessly now that she was alone. The nervous excitement was similar to what she'd felt the first time the restraining bar on a rollercoaster was locked in place across her lap. The difference this time was that the fluttery feeling in her tummy extended all the way down to her pussy.

Sitting on the sofa with her feet tucked up under her bum, she read the same page in her novel over and over and still didn't know what it said. At some point her eyes even stopped focusing on the print, so she was just sitting there uselessly holding the book. When the knock on the door came it startled her.

The butterflies had become a flock of birds in the pit of her stomach. The collateral benefit of the adrenaline coursing through her veins was that she had less trouble than usual opening the heavy door that lead to the hallway and elevators. She managed not to be shaking too much as she faced the man she hoped would be her first male sex partner.

Ted Brisbane was handsome in a greasy sort of way. Even at his relatively short five foot-ten he towered a foot above the teen. Becky looked up into his dark eyes and saw them widen just a little. With surprising intuition, given her lack of experience, her eyes jumped to his crotch just for an instant. The nervous turbulence in her belly had quieted since she'd opened the door or maybe she was just less conscious of it now that she needed to get into character for the little play. The subtle movement she observed in the front of the lawyer's trousers before looking back up to his face sent an instant message directly to her cookie.

"Well hello," Ted greeted her with his winning smile. "You must be Rebecca ... what an unexpected treat getting to meet you!" he said sincerely and extended his hand.

His hand was small and soft but it still easily swallowed the tiny one the teenager offered in return. With direct physical contact came an exciting hum through Becky's whole body and she risked another glance at the front of his suit pants. The twitch seemed even more evident the second time and a wave of confidence swept over her.

'He's getting a hard-on just from me answering the door, ' she thought with pride.

A couple of terms for erections had found their way into her vocabulary in spite of the fact that she'd never seen one. The fact was that the closest she'd come to seeing a penis were drawings in a basic anatomy book. Emily, her dear sweet would-be teacher back at boarding school had explained the phenomenon to her. Becky had no reason to doubt her older classmate when Emily told her that she spoke from personal experience.

The handshake was brief and Rebecca found it hard to tear her eyes off the object of the covert reason for this meeting, but she did.

"I'm sorry Mister Brisbane ... Hector called a few minutes ago. My mom said there was something she had to attend to urgently and to apologize to you when you arrived."

Ted's face dropped. He was hoping to have the opportunity to ogle the gorgeous Chairwoman while she tried to sell him on her expansion ideas. He'd even fantasized on the way over that she was willing to trade sexual favors for his support. The dream had started his member twitching. He'd gone to the extent of rehearsing some lawyer baffle-gab that would allow him to take advantage of such a lurid, if unlikely offer, without actually making the commitment to support her proposal.

It wasn't that he couldn't be plied with a sexual lure; it was just that the people who already controlled his vote had some enforcement techniques that were remarkably unpleasant. A few minutes or even hours of pleasure did not stack-up against weeks—maybe months—of pain.

The fantasy had left his balls humming and feeling quite heavy. When the Chairwoman's nubile step-daughter, who was much more in his preferred age group, answer the door his nuts began to ache. Now his whole afternoon was ruined and he'd have to return to his office for a boring blow-job from his cute and young but mundane receptionist.

'Maybe it's time for a change, ' Ted thought, as his mind was already wandering to relief of his growing problem.

Tracy had so far been unwilling to open her legs. She understood from the hiring interview that opening her mouth was a prerequisite.

'Maybe today's the day that I tell her to put-out or get out.'

Realizing that his mind had drifted away, Ted hauled himself back to the owner's suite doorway and what he assumed was the unobtainable vision of pubescent loveliness.

"That's such a shame," he rejoined.

"Mom told me that I should show you the scale model and the summary of the proposal anyway," Becky informed her victim while she opened the door invitingly wider.

A mild feeling of excitement swept through the disappointed lawyer.

'I don't give a shit about this expansion nonsense but it'll be fun to have more time to inspect this mouthwatering morsel.'

"That would be very helpful," Ted lied.

"Then perhaps your mother and I can discuss it in more detail on the phone once she's free," he said slipping through the door which immediately swung closed behind him.

"They set it up in my room so it would be out of the way," Rebecca announced turning toward the back of the suite.

She wondered how good a job she was doing trying to emulate the walk that Ester and Jodie seemed to do so naturally. It would have been a disappointment had she known that the nuance was almost lost on her guest. His eyes were riveted to the swaying posterior but he was more focused on how short the skirt was, and wondering if he'd be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of panties. Just the idea of the possibility raised his interest—among other things.

Mister Brisbane maintained his distance three paces behind his hostess strictly for the view. The sweet scent of her private space almost made his mouth water as he crossed the threshold of the teen's bedroom. The realization that the girl was frequently naked in this space infiltrated his thoughts like a cat-burglar. He was just trying to come to grips with the delightful fragrance and the fuzzy, but dick stiffening, image of Rebecca Winston parading around without a stitch when the girl reached the display at the far side of the room.

Becky deliberately locked her knees and bent from the waist to remove the dust cover from the scale model of the hotel-casino renovation.

Ted could only hope that his gasp wouldn't be heard all the way across the room. He hoped in vain.

It felt like a large invisible hand was squeezing his balls as more than half of the perfectly round panty clad teenaged ass came into view below the raised hem of the school kilt.

Becky felt a wave wash over her that was equal parts nervousness and excitement on hearing Mister Brisbane's sharp intake of breath. Half of her wanted to know what sex with a man was like—would she cum? Would it be as fulfilling as it had been with Jodie and Ester? The other half was afraid. Maybe she'd be disappointed—maybe it would hurt.

She was very slowly folding the dust cover over the scale model. With her ass still thrust in the air she widened her stance.

'Mom said tease him and he'll do the rest, ' she hoped her mom's intuition was correct.

When the daughter of the hotel-casino Chairwoman moved her feet wide apart, the man behind her was treated to a view of the plump clamshell vulva masked only by the thin white cotton underpants. The narrow crease was visible only as a shadow, a slightly different shade, but Ted Brisbane imagined the flesh tones and filled in the details.

His manhood was as stiff as it could get and begged for attention, making his condition obvious by thrusting against the leg of his suit pants. With the girl's back to him he risked giving the steel hard shaft a quick stroke through the layers of clothing. He had to bite his lip to suppress the groan as his balls responded to the pleasurable squeeze.

Rebecca decided that she couldn't drag out the removal of the dust cover any longer without looking like a spaz, so she finally stood up with the folded protective cloth in her hand and turned toward the lawyer.

Mister Brisbane turned his hips quickly to the left trying to hide the erection down his left trouser leg. The move wasn't quick enough since Becky had turned looking for exactly what Ted didn't want her to see.

'He's really hard just from seeing my panties, ' she congratulated herself. 'What's going to happen when he sees it in all its glory?'

"Have a look this is really cool," the teenager encouraged shifting her gaze from the man's crotch to his face.

Inexperience kept her from reading the expression but she thought her guest looked very flushed and his eyes were wide as if trying to drink in more of something spectacular.

He tried to hide his condition as he crossed the girl's bedroom to the low platform supporting the model; once again with only limited success.

Becky moved to the far side of the miniature depiction of the way the hotel-casino would look after the expansion her step-mom was proposing.

Ted was no more interested in looking at the mock-up than he was interested in touring a kids' toy store. His eyes were on the teenager, and he knew that she had seen the evidence of his arousal. What he wasn't sure of was whether the pubescent lass knew enough to understand what she was seeing, or did she just think he had a big cylindrical object in his pocket. At that point he decided to stop trying to do what was essentially impossible anyway.

Fully facing young Miz Winston he glanced down at the display for a moment but quickly returned his gaze to her face. Her huge looking wide blue eyes were riveted to his crotch. The expression on her face dispelled all doubt.

'She knows what's going on and she's curious, ' that realization made his balls feel like they had imploded. He cleared his throat to cover the involuntary sound that emerged.

The cough drew Rebecca's eyes back to the lawyer's face. Their eyes met for the first time since the initial meeting at the door. Seeing most of the strain and anxiety drain from his face Becky realized that they had cleared the first hurtle.

Ted was much better at reading faces and body language than his juvenile host. There was always a margin of error, but he interpreted the girl's expression to be playfulness. She was taunting and teasing and she knew it. Convinced as he was, he needed something more definite, he couldn't afford to be wrong.

'And maybe she's just a tease, ' he considered. 'If I try to take this to another level she may balk.'

The lawyer had a very expressive face. Even with her lack of familiarity with the dance of seduction she recognized the quizzical nature of his look.

Leaning forward and pointing she said, "See this is where the new concert venue will go."

Ted followed her hand only for an instant and then shifted to the open neck of the blouse. Thanks to Ester's fashion assistance, the extra open button and absence of a bra allowed him a clear, practically unobstructed view, of her developing bust. He made no effort whatsoever to disguise where he was focused.

Rebecca looked up to see if she had her guest's attention and was thrilled to find that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Do you like what you see?" the nymph asked playfully.

"Very much!" Ted replied with equal ambiguity.

"Do you think they're ... uh, it's big enough?" she deliberately misspoke.

"Oh they'll do just fine," the lawyer confirmed choosing the pronoun that made it clear what he was referring to.

Rebecca remained in the revealing pose for another couple of seconds. She could almost feel Mister Brisbane's eyes on her tits. When she finally straightened up they were tingling. She cupped them and gave them a soothing squeeze,

"Do you really like them?" she pressed now that the cat was totally out of the bag.

"Yes I do," the lawyer assured his teenaged host in a voice that sounded as though he was carrying an enormous weight. It wasn't a weight but it was still a physical strain.

"I think I believe you," the girl responded with a very tiny giggle.

She was clearly looking at Ted's manhood struggling for freedom under the suit trousers.

"Why don't you let it out?" Rebecca suggested. "I'd love to see it."

Another massive cramp grabbed the lawyer's scrotum as the thought of exposing himself to the temptress sunk in. Despite his needy state Ted was able to maintain some objectivity. He was an experienced negotiator and no stranger to dealing with young girls—well maybe not this young—but thirty years younger than him nonetheless. His macho ego was not going to permit the nymph to just take over.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he smiled at the childishness of the challenge.

Little did he realize that he was on his way to hell in his own personally crafted hand basket.

"Okay, but you first," Becky agreed finding it harder and harder to control her breathing. It felt as if the amount of oxygen in her bedroom had been cut in half.

"Sure," Ted conceded quickly working the multiple fasteners on the waistband of his pants.

He was watching his hostess intently as he lowered his zipper and let the suit pants fall to the floor. Pausing to appreciate the girl's wide eyed lustful gaze he decided to renegotiate the terms. Stepping out of the trousers pooled around his ankles but leaving his boxers on he said,

"Your turn."

Tingling all over Rebecca reached for the kilt's fasteners above her hip.

"No ... Leave the skirt on," the lawyer ordered; "just take off your panties."

Ester couldn't have made a more erotic wardrobe choice for the already compromised board member. Ted wasn't sure if he wanted the girl naked eventually but for the present he still wanted her in costume.

When she raised her skirt he was treated to a front view of her clam shell vulva embossed in the white cotton of her underpants. His dick throbbed in appreciation as she hooked her thumbs under the lace waistband of the bikinis and started to pull them down.

"Both together," Becky suggested looking from the front of her guest's boxers to his face and back.

Ted wasn't shy and immediately started pushing his shorts down but rather slowly.

She was mesmerized by the thick growth of pubic hair that was the first thing to be revealed. Next came the base of his penis and Rebecca accelerated the removal of her underwear so she wouldn't miss the show. After she threaded the panties over her feet she let them drop to the floor. Her victim was deprived of the spectacular view as the plaid material of the skirt had fallen down covering the pubescent pudendum.

About the time she stood up straight again the elastic waist of the boxers cleared the tip of Mister Brisbane's organ.

Ted felt his cock, released from bondage, spring upward nearly hitting his lower belly because of its momentum. Gravity dragged the rigid organ back to a forty five degree angle. Becky gasped at her first view of fuck-ready male genitals. The girl's awestruck look made his pulsating member throb at a higher frequency and the dull needy ache in his balls demanded relief.

Rebecca would not have been able to describe or explain what she had expected but the view of the stiff cock caused waves of erotic pleasure to course through her, contradicting the idea that she was a lesbian. She wasn't thinking in those terms when the lawyer took hold of his organ and began to sensuously stroke it.

"Lift up your skirt," he commanded.

The pause wasn't reluctance it was simply Becky's brain unable to process the command since it was being bombarded with so many other inputs.

"Show me your pussy," Ted rephrased his order when the teenager didn't move.

Her eyes still glued to the lawyer's slowly moving hand she managed to pull the hem of the kilt up around her waist exposing the flushed pink plumpness of her lightly furred vulva. Ted didn't know at that moment that he was the first man to ever see her delectable engorged girlhood.

They stood facing each other beside the casino expansion model drinking in the details of their respective exposed genitals.

Rebecca had long since given up any hope of controlling her breathing and was panting like a bitch in heat. The bulbous purple head of the lawyer's dick fascinated her. At some level she was learning how to work it from the way his hand moved up and down the veiny shaft and swirled over the glans spreading the fluid that trickled from the tip.

Holding her skirt up with her left hand she began to massage her spongy fat little mons with her right. Tingling electric currents filled her lower abdomen and radiated outward.

"Can I ... can I touch it," she whispered, barely able to spare the air to make her vocal chords function.

Unsure of how far the nymph would be willing to go Ted had prepared himself to be content with a mutual masturbation orgasm. Her request raised his hopes and tightened his balls even further.

"Of course," he agreed and had to get a firm grip on his arousal as the teenager sunk to her knees directly in front of him.

Wide innocent blue eyes looked up at him and he noticed a slight, adorable, tremor in the tiny hands reaching toward his cock. He was glad he'd serviced his wife that morning reducing his stores of ejaculate. If not for that Ted thought he would unload all over the pretty youngster's face at first contact. Even so when the soft little hands gripped his manhood it took enormous willpower to hold back. The only way he could hang on was to not look.

Closing his eyes and tipping his head back he didn't see Rebecca's tongue sticking out. The kneeling girl was absorbing the pungent masculine scent and felt compelled to taste the watery fluid that was leaking from the tip of the lawyer's pre-orgasmic organ.

When the firm tip of the kneeling teen's tongue traced the length of his slit he lost it. The orgasmic man's groan was a guttural growl.

Rebecca was shocked and dismayed as the jet of semen glanced off her forehead and landed in her hair. She had heard about ejaculation but it was just a concept and one she didn't fully understand until that moment. She didn't know why she tightened her grip on the man's spasmodic organ it was some kind of a reflex reaction.

When Ted felt his toes and then his feet go numb he knew he was a gonner. No power on earth could stop the explosion. The incredible wave of heat and pleasure that enveloped him made his hips buck and thrust instinctively. The girl's tightening grip on his spurting cock jerked him up and down further intensifying the joy. The second and third ejaculations were less powerful and landed on Becky's upper nose and cheek.

Seconds later Ted Brisbane's intellect returned. He expected the teen to pop up screaming and or crying in disgust.

'You've fucked up the opportunity of a lifetime ... asshole, ' he scolded himself.

Floating on a cloud of endorphins, he surmised, would cushion him from the expected emotional outburst but it didn't seem to reduce his disappointment. The embarrassed lawyer looked down preparing to apologize; instead, what he saw injected new life into his deflating member.

Rebecca was fascinated by the phenomenon and she didn't grasp its significance. The pungent slightly vinegary fragrance of the semen aroused her curiosity. She had to prevent the glob on her forehead from dripping into her eyes so she wiped it with her fingers. She looked at the pearly white ejaculate and it reminded her of egg whites. The odor wasn't unpleasant so she licked her finger tips to get a taste. Finding the flavor not in the least objectionable she sampled some more trying to make up her mind whether she liked it or not.

'It's just like with Marguerite, ' Becky worried. 'He came too fast... '

'It was hard enough to get this chance to experience a man ... It'll be almost impossible to get another, ' the kneeling girl reflected, while pushing down the urge to petulantly eject the post orgasmic lawyer from her home.

Ted incredulously watched the kneeling teen lapping up his ejaculate. Against the laws of male physiology and age related degradation of his sexual prowess, his dick halted its descent and paused in an unusual in between state. It was a tribute to the lurid show put on by the pretty teen to be able to overcome, what Ted himself would have wagered, were impossible odds.

With her face cleared of the splatter but far from clean Rebecca returned her attention to the lawyer's droopy prod.

'I'll make him hard again.'

The neophyte had no concept of male physiology, and hence no appreciation of improbability of success.

There was a big pearly drop threatening to fall off the tip. She'd enjoyed eating the splatter and this was the last of the male essence so she wrapped her lips around the semi limp member and licked it off. She felt him twitch and heard him groan.

'He must like it, ' the kneeling teen concluded and swirled her tongue around the silky smooth head very much enjoying how the little plum felt in her mouth.

She could feel the lawyer's dick getting hotter and firmer as she gave it an extensive tongue bath. Her renewed hope of experiencing real intercourse made her pussy twitch.

"Oh fuck," Ted groaned.

To Becky the expletive sounded like it was caused by pain—she wasn't entirely wrong.

Not wanting to hurt her guest she took her mouth off his now nearly recovered erection and looked up to see his expression. His face confirmed her suspicion. She wasn't experienced enough to know that the facial expressions for pain and pleasure were often indistinguishable.

"Does that hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

Ted had no trouble making the decision but he did have some difficulty vocalizing it. He was more than willing to ignore the serious ache in his nuts which was, without question, very painful. The fifty-plus year old testicles had not been asked to perform double duty in many years and they were howling in protest but he would have gladly submitted to even more discomfort in order to continue this once in a lifetime opportunity; to live out his most cherished fantasy.

Reaching down her took one of his teenaged hostess's little hands and guided it to his sack.

"It'll help if you massage my balls a bit ... but very gently, ' he cautioned.

Becky squealed with delight as the hairy, floppy, hot sack nestled into her hand and she felt the twin orbs floating inside. She began to roll the lawyer's testicles around with her fingers being gentle just like he'd asked. The marvelous sensation of the girl's soft hand on is scrotum eased his pain considerably and it made his miraculous woody jump and twitch in response.

Rebecca could not miss the reaction of his penis and deduced that she was doing it right. Ted grasped his turgid cock and gave it a couple of authoritative strokes.

"I want you to put that in me," the kneeling girl informed her ecstatic guest.

'Oh Jesus did she just say what I think she said?' Ted's head was spinning and though he literally didn't believe his ears he was afraid to ask her to repeat it.

"Put it back in your mouth honey, but this time suck on it as hard as you can," he almost regretted the request when she immediately complied.

He'd had more blow-jobs than most men and a wide variety of mouths had performed the service. The thirteen year old sprang instantly into the top five and within a few seconds was vying for number one. How the nymph generated that much suction with her tiny little mouth was entirely beyond him. He pushed her head away because it felt like she was going to suck his balls right up and out through the end of his dick. If he hadn't stopped her, the neophyte would have would have extracted the precious and certainly the last load of semen he'd be able to manufacture today.

"Wait sweetie ... wait," the lawyer gasped squeezing his schlong hard with his right hand while holding the precocious cocksucker off with his left.

"Was I doing it wrong?" she asked looking up at him with those wide adorable innocent eyes again.

Ted nearly ejaculated again just seeing her down there like that with is throbbing manhood in the foreground.

"No honey ... not at all, you were doing it too good," he congratulated her. "But you want me to put it inside ... right?"

Becky nodded with a great big smile.

"Get up on the bed sweetie and let me pleasure you now."

Ted was treated to a ball wrenching view of the round teenaged posterior that had been the overture to this little symphony, but this time, as she climbed up onto the very high bed, there were no panties to spoil the view. Flipping over onto her back the sweet young thing spread her legs wide and announced,

"I'm ready!"

Just for a terrifying moment Ted thought he was going to faint.