Scribe (part V)
Rub them, Jere, she said, guiding him past his innocence.
My nipples are so sensitive. She squeezed his prick with
her fingers to encourage him.
The boy complied, rolling her nipple like an oversized
raisin between thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes
and tilted her head as though overcome by rapture, and then
she whispered, Do both of them like that. Use both hands.
Jeremy complied and was shocked at the intensity of her
response. Little guttural grunting sounds came from her
throat, and her body began to undulate with a rhythm that
matched the silent cadence of his massage. He tugged her
nipples, stretching her flesh, and she arched her back
offering herself to his fingers.
Hmmmm, she hissed as he tugged her nipples, elongating
her pulsating, exquisitely sensitive flesh like pulled
taffy, you do that good, and to prove her approval, she
stroked him faster.
Do you like having your cock rubbed, baby?
Oh, God, yes.
Do my fingers feel good?
Oh, Carmen.
They called me the Beat-off Queen in high school, baby;
do you know why?
It was a whispered confidence, uttered as her hand snaked
up the loose leg of his trunks to fondle him through the mesh
lining.
Ughhhhh.
Cause, I could jack the boys off better than any of the other
girls. All the boys tried to get me to go out with them cause
I knew how to make them feel good.
Carmen! he gasped as the heat of her palm scorched him
through the netting.
I think you want me to make you feel good, dont you? she
teased, sliding her hand up his length to cover the swollen
head of his prick.
Oh, Carmen, he gushed as the air rushed from his lungs.
Do you want your step-mother to make your cock feel good,
Jere?
Step-mother, oh, God, he winced, but the very illicitness
the term suggested honed his passion like a razor on a strop.
Oh, yes, the boy yelped. The reply came bubbling up from
his subconscious so quickly that he didnt realize he had
spoken until she released him and withdrew her hand from
his trunks.
Okay, then, she panted excitedly. Take off your suit.
Carmen? he blinked uncertainly. His fingers fumbled
with the drawstring to loosen the knot.
Let me help you, she said eagerly, and, dropping to one
knee, she began tugging his suit down.
The trunks grudgingly yielded their grip on the boys damp
skin. She struggled, working them down little by little,
slowly exposing the boys stark white belly and then the
surprisingly sparse dusting of pubic hair just above his
penis. The waistband snagged his prick, bending it down.
She tugged hungrily, and the trunks slipped down his thighs,
revealing his thick, richly-veined shaft. The length
of him surprised and thrilled her, and she impatiently
snatched the trunks to his ankles to expose him entirely.
His prick sprang up when the waistband slipped past, and,
as she leaned toward him to push his trunks to the ground,
his dick brushed her cheek. She caught him with her hand
and pressed him to her face for a moment, and then turned
and pressed her lips against him to savor the sensation
of his virgin prick-flesh on her eager lips. She could feel
his pulse, the trip-hammer beat of his heart, on her lips,
and, welling up from the fiery pit of her passion, an almost
unbearable urge to take him in her mouth and suck him to completion
then and there. She mastered that urge because she had other
ideas.
She struggled to her feet and faced him. Inches separated
them. Her face glowed, lit from within by frustrated passion.
A smeared droplet of precum stained her cheek. She was breathing
with short, quick gulps, and her breasts, reddened by the
boys eager massage, heaved. She grasped his hands in hers
and placed them on her hips.
Take my thong off, she instructed the awestruck boy.
Obediently, he knelt, oblivious to the sharp aggregate
punishing his knees. He barely pulled the string and her
thong fell away, exposing her beauty and the neatly trimmed,
luxuriant thicket of hair at her crotch.
Stay there, she told him when he started to rise, and,
restraining him by putting her hands on his shoulders,
she spread her legs.
Have you ever seen a womans pussy, Jeremy? she asked
gently.
He shook his head in partially untruthful denial, because
he had seen plenty in magazines and in Bruisers X-rated
videos, but, of course, never one in the flesh.
Look at my pussy, Jeremy. Do you like it?
Oh God, yes. Youre beautiful, he whispered in heartfelt
adoration. He stared at her, lips full, thick, slightly
separated, revealing glimpses of bright pink flesh behind
her fleshy folds.
Do you know how to tell if a woman is excited and ready to
fuck, Jeremy?
The boy shivered in his ignorance and rocked back and forth
on his knees.
Her pussy gets real wet and slippery, and she swells up
inside.
The boys eyes were riveted to her slit hoping to catch a
glimpse of the phenomenon she had described.
Playing with your cock made my pussy sooooo wet.
The boy rocked closer trying to confirm her report.
You cant see it, you sweetheart, you can only feel it.
Touch my pussy. Put your fingers inside and feel me. I want
you to see how wet I am for you.
He lifted his hand, stroking her inner thigh along the way,
and his fingertips tentatively brushed her lips. She sighed
and opened her legs for him. She shut her eyes and felt his
inquisitive, inexperienced fingers sliding along her
slit seeking an entrance.
Yessss, she gasped, when his fingers managed to separate
her lips and slipped inside. Feel the wet, baby, she
purred as his fingers slithered along the length of her
slit.
The boy groped her, and his untutored fumbling was the spark
that ignited the raging conflagration of her lust.
Here, let me show you, she puffed, when her vaginal opening
proved too elusive for him to find.
Her hand covered his between her legs, and her fingers guided
him through the veil of her slippery lips to her opening.
With his fingers poised to enter her, she hesitated at the
brink of the precipice, leaning out with the wind in her
face like Kate Winslet on the bow of the Titanic, savoring
the anticipation, but almost instantly her patience yielded
to passion, and she thrust his finger deep into her pussy.
He gasped in bewildered astonishment as his finger slid
easily into her depths, and he felt the tight grip of her
slippery flesh engulf him. She pushed him out and tugged
him back, instructing him in the motions that pleasured
her, and, gradually, she turned him loose to stroke her
on his own.
Yes, yes, thats it, she burbled eagerly as the boys
fingers sawed in and out of her throbbing vagina. The hot
cauldron in her belly boiled and brewed an endless flood
of lanolin oil that drenched her pussy, and she knew she
was wet, wetter than she had ever been. She overflowed and
her slippery effluent dripped from her lips, matting her
pussy hair and coating the soft skin of her thighs.
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