slowly moved his tongue over the muscular contour until he reached the place where her breast began.
Moving his tongue down and under the singer's breast he had, in his dream, stiffened his tongue to see if he could push the breast upward. All his tongue had done was slide upward to the nipple which he sucked on in his fantasy as he was now sucking on Bettina's in reality.
Keith was equally as fascinated by Bettina's left armpit now as he had been when seeing the singer on television. His cock had become extremely turgid as he sucked on the red nipples. And now he wanted to lick Bettina's armpit!
At last he got up the courage to stop his nipple sucking to say, 'Bettina, I want to ask you something.'
Bettina lowered her arms. 'Tell me.'
Still a bit shy and panic-stricken, Keith stuttered in his embarrassment. 'Would you mind if I licked your armpit?'
Bettina laughed as Keith's cheeks reddened. 'Whatever for, pet?'
'I just want to, that's all.'
'Why not?' Bettina said. 'If you want to play, we'll play. Take all your clothes off.'
Keith shed his clothes quickly, leaving them on the floor where he was standing. He followed Bettina as she moved ahead of him into the center of the studio. The lamps on the end tables cast fascinating light over the large room.
From where she stood Bettina could see into the mirror on the south wall of the room. She turned sideway to it and asked, 'Which armpit does my pet want to lick?'
'The left one,' Keith said. It was the armpit away from the mirror.
Bettina raised her left arm and Keith moved to her side. And just as he had fantasized the singer, he now licked an armpit in reality.
When his moist tongue touched her, Bettina giggled. 'It tickles,' she said.
Keith licked the armpit with a lot more fervor than he had done in his dream.
'How does it taste?' Bettina asked.
Keith licked on, not answering.
'How does it smell?' she asked.
Keith moved his tongue over the muscular bulge and slowly down the outline of Bettina's left breast.
'Mercy, that does feel good,' Bettina said, shivering at the touch of Keith's tongue.
Keith got his tongue under the breast and stiffened it. He tried to lift the breast, but all his lingual effort did was to slide his tongue up the fancy tit to the red nipple.
'Mercy,' Bettina said. She watched the bodies in the mirror and with her left hand felt the stiff prick. At the touch of the hand on his cock Keith's body twitched.
'Oh!' he exclaimed and the word came out muffled. The red nipple was still in his mouth.
Bettina caressed the prick lightly, her fingers barely touching the red head that kept so close to Keith's belly. It was all that was needed to make the cock spit in Bettina's hand.
'Damn it, Keith!' she said. 'How are you ever going to be a man when a little fondling makes that thing go off?'
Keith was breathing heavily on Bettina's breast as his spasms blew more come into her hand. She held onto the prick until it became quiet. Then she squeezed on it and pulled.
'Come on,' she said. 'Let's go to the bathroom so we can clean up this mess.'
With his cock tightly held in Bettina's hand Keith could do nothing but follow her to the bathroom where she released him.
'Wash that stuck-up prick good,' she said, starting to wash her hands. 'I have plans for it.'
While Bettina dried her hands Keith ran warm water into the lavatory. He wet a soft washcloth and soaped it with a finely scented soap.
'Here, let me have that,' Bettina said.
Taking the cloth from Keith she washed Keith's soft prick with a great deal of delight. 'This is a sweet little thing,' she said. 'Want me to kiss it?'
'You would?' Keith asked, seeming amazed that a girl would do that to him.
'Why not?' Bettina rinsed Keith's balls and cock. After she dried them gently, she knelt down on the carpet, holding the towel in her hand, and kissed the little cock that was beginning to swell again.
'Mercy,' she said, 'it's a beauty. It isn't tired at all!'
With that saying she put the prick into her mouth and gave it a skillful sucking. It wasn't more than a minute before the come shot into her mouth. She spit the semen into the towel and held the towel over the prick.
'Damn it, Keith! Can't you control that thing?' she said.
Keith tried to subdue his heavy breathing. 'I'm sorry, Bettina,' he managed to say. 'You can't expect it not to shoot its load when it's the first time it's been sucked on!'
'Mercy!' Bettina said. 'You are a virgin- not sucked on at all?'
'No,' Keith said.
'Hasn't any man or boy wanted to suck on it when you were growing up?'
'Never!' Keith said.
'For mercy's sake, you are a baby, pet!'
Keith blushed, but he managed to say, 'When do I get to fuck you, Bettina?'
'What do you want, blood to come from that thing? Twice in a night is plenty.'
Keith said, 'Damn it, Tina, why don't you let me fuck you?'
'Keith, my pet, let's leave it like this because I promise to let you fuck me next Friday-no, no! I shall fuck you! I'll give you a ride that will take the daylights out of you. I'll make your head spin. Your ass will pucker tight and you'll feet like your little prick is in paradise.'
Keith said, 'That's a nice promise, but let's do it tonight.'
'You'll have to wait, pet,' Bettina said. 'Just think about my miracle box, my peter-beater, my pecker-wrecker. Imagine what is going to happen to you, come next Friday!'
Chapter 12
Eno Yaw was beset by both fear and eager sexual anticipation as he waited for Joyce Craigh on Saturday morning. He knew that teeny-boppers were jailbait. If caught he would see arrest, a trial, and a stern judge sending him to prison for years.
However his reasoning was offset by the realization that Joyce was coming of her own accord. She was a mini-bitch for sure, but what the hell, it would be worth it.
At exactly ten-thirty there was a knock on the door. In an eagerness that belied his fear he quickly opened the door, and there she was!
Dressed in yellow today, Joyce asked brightly, 'Still like me, pops?'
Eno closed the door quickly and said, 'Sure do, missy. Can't wait to see that pretty little thing again.' He started to put his arms around the girl but she evaded his grasp.
'Easy does it, pops. I've got thrills and more thrills for you today-but first the bread.' Joyce held her hand out.
Eno dug into his slacks and came up with the cash. 'Seventy-five, you little robber.'
'Can you get it cheaper, pops?' Joyce asked as Eno counted the money into her hand.
'Like your sweet little thing, missy. Been dreaming about you, girl; been jerking Yam off just thinking about your little twat.'
'You play with Yam a lot?'
'Once a day, missy.'
'Want me to jerk him off, pops?'
'Hell no, missy!' Eno said quickly. 'Yam wants to get into your cunt again. Wants to smell around in that dark hole where he feels so good. He wants to spit in your cunt, missy!'
'Tell Yam he'll have to wait.' Joyce walked to the bed and sat down, 'Let's strip, pops; you first.'
