It was 5 days before Mikey could beg his way back into Ashley’s room. 5 long, interminable days of Ashley’s merciless prick-teasing ways, combined with the rapturous memory of her stepmother’s mouth sucking his cock, that had him going out of his mind with lust. On his own, he had driven past Ashley’s house several times a day, every day, trying to catch a glimpse of the sexy woman who had filled his every waking thought since that glorious act of oral philanthropy.
Well, nearly every waking thought.
He would still dearly love to get into Ashley’s pants. Or her mouth. Inside her shirt? Any goddamn thing beyond getting a hand on her still dressed tit and barely getting in a squeeze before she pushed it away. He had actually gotten his hopes up tonight, when she had allowed him to get his hand underneath her cheerleader sweater. His heart hammered with excitement as his hand ran up the creamy skin of her belly. His fingertips touched her bra, sliding upwards. The feel of her stiff nipple pushing through the stretchy material was almost enough to make him jizz in his pants. Then she had shied away, pushing his hand out, giggling at his frustrated whimper.
Just another tease of the cock.
After that he’d pretty much ignored her, beyond comparing in his mind how small her erect nipple had felt compared to her stepmother’s. The memory of playing with her gigantic titties, sucking those long, fat brown nips, the hot, wet feel of her mouth on his cock… Just the thought that Mrs. Jones might be sitting out there in the dark, smoking and drinking while waiting for him, was enough to keep his dick as hard as granite.
“Well, if you’re just going to sit there, staring off into space, you might as well go,” Ashley complained crossly, piqued that he wasn’t paying enough attention to her obviously.
“Okay!” he agreed a bit too eagerly.
Her eyes flared with outrage and she turned away from his attempt at a kiss goodbye. He would be in for some major ass-kissing tomorrow, he knew, but he couldn’t worry about that right now. He quickly slipped out of her room into the darkened hallway, pausing to turn on the cell phone light. He avoided that damn hallway table and crept down the hall. His dick stayed rock hard and unrelieved in his jeans as he crept into the living room, hoping that Mrs. Jones was there to relieve his condition. Peering into the darkness, his heart fell when he made it all the way to the chair she’d been in last time, she wasn’t there.
Crestfallen, he was standing, staring at the empty chair, contemplating the idiotic, possibly suicidal, desperate act of sneaking into her and Big Jim Jones’s bedroom when a husky voice from behind startled him.
“Don’t move.”
He froze, equal parts of fear and exhilaration stealing his breath. Was it her voice? It was, surely. It had to be. If it was Big Jim, he was a dead fuck. He was too scared to look, but his twitching boner still thought it was Vanessa Jones. He felt a presence come up behind him, and a hand reached out to take his phone from his trembling hand. The hot breath on the back of his neck gave him a shiver a split second before a pair of full, ripe melons pressed against his rigid back, confirming the identity of the unseen presence.
“Don’t move,” she purred again into his ear as she took his phone. She pointed its light at his face as she slowly circled around to his front, blinding him.
Mikey squinted into the light. He heard a rustle, then the flick of a lighter, but he could see nothing. Then a plume of smoke entered the light, blowing into his face. He stifled a cough, waving the smoke away, blinking with distaste. Vanessa was utterly silent, and he began to fidget nervously as the awkward pause dragged on. For the first time, he began to worry that maybe last time had been a drunken mistake on her part and she was contemplating his impending doom.
Just when he was about to lose his nerve, the light finally moved, traveling down his body as Vanessa Jones took a seat. The illumination came to rest on the front of his jeans. The light finally out of his eyes, he still could see nothing of her in the darkness, but he saw her cigarette flare as she drew on it. At least this time she blew the smoke the other way.
“Take out your cock,” she commanded from the darkness. “Just the zipper,” she added as he reached for his belt.
After a brief hesitation, he unzipped his jeans with a nervous hand. He worked at the fly of his boxers and was eventually able to get a thumb and forefinger around the shaft and pull the rampant bone free. Finally released from the tight confines, it twitched and swelled its way to full mast. The cigarette flared again.
“And the balls.”
Mikey dug in and fished out his aching balls. He dropped his hands, proudly displaying his unit in the light. He quivered with anticipation, waiting for her to lean forward and take it into her mouth. But it didn’t happen.
“Take it in your hand.”
He did.
“Now stroke it.”
He did that, too.
“How far did you get?”
“Huh?” he asked, confused.
“Keep stroking that cock. How far did the little bitch let you go tonight?”
“I-I touched… like, her bra,” he stammered as he resumed sliding his hand up and down his rigid pole. “But only for a second.”
“How did it feel?”
“Um…okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Uh, good?” he guessed, at a loss for what to say. “I-I could feel, like… Her nipple was hard?”
There was a long pause as the cigarette flared again. “Was it better than mine?” the sultry voice finally asked.
“No,” he quickly replied. He didn’t have to guess what that answer was supposed to be.
The cigarette flared, then moved off to the side, presumably to an ashtray, where it stayed. “Jerk it faster,” she commanded in her silky, husky voice.
He looked down at himself. So far, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but it was getting him hot as fuck. Her voice coming from the dark was sexy as hell, and his dick looked good in the spotlight. Plus, he thought he could just hear a wet, squishy noise, barely audible, coming from behind the light. It drove him fucking nuts and he whacked it faster and faster.
“Are you getting close?”
“Yeah,” he gasped.
Her upturned hand came out into the light. “Cum in my hand,” she rasped in that hot, sultry voice.
Mikey groaned, jerking it like a fiend. The first squirt shot far beyond her hand, disappearing into the darkness in her direction. Right into her face, with any luck. The next, less forceful, slopped across her hand and wrist. The rest he managed to milk into her expectantly cupped palm.
Her hand retreated when he finished, then the light disappeared as she laid the phone down on her leg. He got a quick glimpse of a bare, nut-brown thigh, then he stood panting in the darkness, holding his pud. What she was doing with his spunk he could only guess. Eating it? Rubbing it into her face? He’d heard some women used it for skin cream. The faint sounds he could hear gave him no clue. At any rate, it was a long moment before she picked up the light again. It briefly checked out his fading dick then shone in his face.
“Get down on your hands and knees, Mikey.”
He warily did as she commanded, squinting to try to see past the light. Suddenly, the light turned and he was looking between her wide-spread legs–her pussy on display! He blinked crazily, trying to get rid of the big blue spots the bright light had left in his vision.
“Come closer.”
He lurched forward till he was within inches and she stopped him. The plump brown lips of her pussy were parted, revealing glistening pinkness inside. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip of black hair. He was so close he could smell the heady bouquet emanating from within. He fancied he could even feel the heat of it on his face. She let him get a good long look in the light from the cell phone, then finally she spoke.
“Lick me, Mikey.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He dove in for an experimental taste, found the pungent tang to his liking, and immediately began lapping wildly like an eager-to-please mutt. He went on like that for perhaps a minute, thinking he was rocking her world, before she interrupted him.
“Hey.” When he continued sloppily mopping away, she cracked him smartly on the forehead with the edge of his cell phone. “Stop!”
He backed away, reaching up to rub his stinging brow.
She pointed the light back at her pussy, now shining wet with his saliva. “Hold this,” she instructed, handing him the phone. With her fingertips, she spread her pussy before his goggling eyes, pulling the skin back so the lips gaped open. It looked like a pink clam. “You see this?” she indicated the fat little pink nub that popped out up where the brown lips came together, rubbing it gently with a finger.
He nodded, wide-eyed.
“That’s the clitoris. Touch it… With your tongue!” she scolded when he started to reach for it.
His face blushing with embarrassment, he nevertheless poked his tongue out and leaned in. As she continued to hold it open for him, he followed her instructions as she told him how to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue, flitting up and down and side to side. Then circles with the flat part of his tongue pressed against it. When he had it down to her satisfaction, she pushed him away and took the cell back.
“Wet your finger in your mouth… Stick it in… Slide it in and out… Yeah, now wet your second finger and stick it in, too… That’s right, in and out… Now lick my clit while you fuck me with your fingers…”
Mikey was entranced by the yielding, slippery feel of her hot vagina as he fingered it. So much so that she had to grab a handful of his hair and yank his mouth back down to get him to obey her last command. Coming to his senses, he immediately began flicking her pliantly erect clitoris like she had showed him. After a bit, her hips began rocking ardently and he could hear her breathing getting heavier, so he licked faster and fingered her harder.
The more fervently he licked and finger-fucked her, the more ecstatic her response until she was humping her pussy hard against his mouth, gasping and grunting passionately. Finally he sensed it was time and switched to the flat of his tongue. He pressed hard against her clit and made the quick circular movements she had taught him while fucking her with his two fingers as fast as he could.
“Oh you dirty little fucker, cunt licker!” she cursed breathlessly.
But the way she said it, and the fact that she pulled him by the hair hard against her bucking pussy, made him suspect she was anything but angry. Now he really was rocking her world! Then her whole body stiffened, her breath catching as she moaned deep in her throat.
She was cumming. Her ass lifted clean off the chair, her body convulsing once, twice, three times and he could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers. On an impulse, he pushed them deep inside and held them there, wiggling rapidly like they were running in place. She didn’t seem to mind…
Finally her body collapsed and she shoved him away. He fell back on his ass, a bit ignobly, but grinning with pride at what he’d accomplished.
“Now you know how to eat a pussy,” her husky voice purred from the darkness.
Suddenly his phone came to life again in her hand. He could finally see her for the first time as she looked at the phone. She was completely naked, slumped back languidly with her giant tits spreading heavily toward each side. She tapped the screen a few times, then moved it down between her legs and snapped a selfie of her pussy. Climbing warily to her feet, she handed him the phone as she walked by.
“Something to remember me by,” she said, patting him on the head.
He fumbled with the phone, scrambling to call the picture back up. It was only as he stared at the picture in awe that he realized that his dick was rock hard once again.
“Wait!” he called desperately after her, but it was too late. She was gone.
After another look at the pussy pic, he got to his feet and headed for the door, still grinning, boner and all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gdkhg6/mikey_and_mrs_jones_part_2