Chapter 5

“You have to keep your clothes on,” said Olivia, as they stood in Bobby’s living room. “I know you’ll be stiff, and once I’m naked and lying open to you I’ll be helpless. So your beautiful stiff penis has to be confined, where it will not be able to be naughty.”

“Okay,” said Bobby. He was excited, and bouncing a little on his toes.

“I’ll sit on the couch when the time comes,” she said. “You wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She went through the open doorway to his bedroom. The only thing to see out of the window in the bedroom was the neighbor’s fence. It was both small and dirty, so it was perpetually dim and he could not see her. He sat on the couch, trying to imagine what was going to happen.

When she returned, the only thing she was wearing was a red, lace thong.

“This is like the one I found in Paul’s luggage,” she said, as she turned to show him everything. “I got it just for you.”

“Wow,” sighed Bobby.

“I got it for you to take off of me,” she said, her voice throaty. “Do you want to take my thong off of me, Bob?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do,” he said.

“Then get up and let me sit down.”

He jumped up and she sat, with her butt on the edge of the seat. She leaned back and spread her arms.

“Take it off, now,” she said, softly.

He was nervous. He’d never done anything like this, before. It looked simple, but what if he did it wrong? He had to straddle her legs, which were closed. He leaned over, staring at her breasts and the stiff nipples on them. Carefully he reached for the band that went from the gusset of the thong over her hips and behind her. He slipped his fingers under the band and tugged, gently. She lifted her hips and the thong suddenly moved six inches. Her bare pussy lips were exposed and he stopped.

“Don’t stop there,” she said. “I can’t spread my legs if you don’t take it all the way off.”

“Oh!” He woke up and pulled the thong down her legs and off of her feet. Her feet spread apart instantly, so wide that they almost touched the front of the couch.

“You’ll need to be on your knees,” she said.

He got down and put his face three inches from Nirvana. He caught an unfamiliar scent, that smelled good, like a steak smells good. Her hands came and her fingers spread her lips apart, exposing a dark tunnel and, above that, a protruding little thing that looked like a tiny, miniature penis head. She put one finger directly on that protrusion.

“This is my clitoris and it will need a lot of attention from your tongue and lips. Please don’t bite it. My labia are what cover it up when I let go of them.” She demonstrated and then pulled her lips apart, again. “The dark hole is my vagina. That’s where I wish your beautiful penis could go, but that would be a disaster.”

“Why?”

“I told you already. I’m not on birth control and I can already tell you I’d be helpless if you decided not to wear a condom. I was helpless when Paul did that and my feelings for you are even stronger than what I felt for him. And I already know that, if we did that once, I’d crave it over and over again, and I’d be weak, and you’d put enough sperm in me to impregnate me. My belly would swell up and Brad would go crazy, trying to figure out who made that baby in my belly. It would just be a disaster.”

“What if I promised to always wear a condom?”

“Do you have one right now?”

“Well, no ... but that’s because I didn’t think I’d ever get to use one.”

“And if your pants were off right now, and your long, strong cock was loose, I’d pull it to where I want it to go. I wouldn’t care about the condom. I’m what men would call hot-blooded and women would call a cock-hungry slut.”

“Please don’t say you’re a slut again. It hurts my heart, right here, when you use that word.” He thumped his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “When I feel like I feel right now, it’s hard to believe I’m a decent woman.”

“You’re more than decent to me,” he said.

“Now, lick and suck and just have fun. I’ll help push your mouth where I want it.”

Tentatively his nose got closer and closer until, suddenly, her hands found his ears and pulled. His nose smashed into her pussy and he opened his mouth to complain. Then his tongue tasted, and he found a brand new most favorite thing to put in his mouth.

She didn’t have to do as much as she had thought she would. He loved sucking on the right lip and then the left. He liked making his tongue stiff and then parting her lips with it, running it into and over her clit. He pushed his tongue as deeply into her vagina as he could. Her moans of joy guided him. Instinct told him to only tease her tiny penis until she was writhing and begging “Pleeease,” over and over again. When he finally latched onto her bud and sucked, she went off like a bomb.