jallen944
11-20-2005, 07:46 PM
The Paper Boy
by jallen944 ©
Part 1
Pam stood at the refrigerator, trying to find something interesting to drink, something more enticing than grapefruit juice. With a sigh, she resigned herself to water.
A large cloud had moved in front of the sun, so she decided to take a break from sunbathing to get a drink. The bright, hot sun had made her skin toasty warm, and was turning it golden brown. The air conditioner made the air inside the house significantly cooler than the hot air outside. It was almost like walking into a freezer. She had been inside only a minute, and she was already shivering.
She smelled of coconuts. Her skin was covered with cocoa butter oil and she was slick and shiny like her skin was made of plastic. She filled a glass with water and drained it in one big gulp. The cold water dripped on the bare part of her chest and dribbled down between her breasts. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The water felt good on her skin. She turned the empty glass upside down and sprinkled the last few drops on her chest and watched them stream over her oily skin between the mounds of her breasts. The droplets touched the bright red fabric of her bikini and soaked in instantly.
She untied the bikini top, took it off and set it on the counter. The small patches of skin where the bikini fabric covered her breasts were still a pale white. The cool air inside the house made her nipples hard points, and her breasts seemed to be a little bit bigger, somehow. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the door.
Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was smooth and lightly golden from tanning. She stepped back and examined herself from a better angle. A lot had changed since she turned eighteen. Her waist was slender and firm, and her hips flared out nicely. She looked directly at the reflection of her tits, and she was amazed. They were bigger. It had been a long time since she looked at herself so carefully, and now it was like looking at the body of a completely different person. It was not the body of a girl she was looking at, but the voluptuous body of a woman, the body she had so longed to see.
The doorbell rang and she was very disappointed that her discovery was interrupted. A grin crossed her lips when she decided to go to the door without her top and reveal her new breasts to whoever was standing on the other side.
She went to the front door and opened it, standing behind it and peeking around, just in case it was someone she knew.
It was Larry Copelli, that cute kid from science class. He was wearing baggy shorts and a clean t-shirt with a cool picture of a surfer.
"Hi," Pam said, smiling at him through the screen door.
"Hi," he said, with a brief smile. "I'm collecting for the Herald."
"How much?"
"Two dollars."
"Come in," she said. He opened the screen door and stepped into the foyer. Pam turned away to walk into the kitchen, but she made sure she gave him a good look at her bare chest before she walked away with her back to him. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw him quickly look away. She knew she had his interest completely and smiled to herself.
Out of his sight in the kitchen, she found a handful of dollars in her purse, but she came up with a clever idea and only took two dollars and stuffed the rest back in her wallet. She came through the archway of the kitchen and walked toward him with purposeful steps to make her tits jiggle even more. He was starting right at them.
"Here you go," she said, holding out the money, and he tore his eyes away from her chest.
"Thanks," he said, and took the money. He was blushing like he had been caught with his pants down.
"Sorry I don't have a tip," Pam said. "Maybe you'd like something else instead?"
"Like what?" he stammered.
She stepped closer and put her hand lightly on his crotch. He flinched and backed up a step. He already had an erection that was filling out the front of his shorts. Her strong gaze held his eyes enraptured, and his penis grew harder and thicker.
"Would a blowjob do it?" She licked her lips. She took the pen out of his hand and put it on her tit. He was trembling, but gently squeezed anyway.
"A blowjob?"
"If I suck your dick, is that a good tip?" Pam said in a soft voice like an innocent girl. It sounded so good to her she wasn't able to resist. She knew he wouldn't.
"I guess so."
"Good," she said. She pushed the door closed. He did nothing as she knelt in front of him, lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, and slowly pulled down his shorts.
"Oh my god," he whispered. She pulled down his undershorts and his young penis popped out.
Pam sighed. She was delighted to look at it. It was pink and fresh, a penis that had hardly ever been touched. She even doubted that he ever masturbated. It had a fine shape with a slight curve to the side that gave it a distinctive appearance.
As she stroked it in her hand, examining it from her knees, she felt her passion building. She was only going to blow him, but she had the strong desire for sex, and considered asking him to go to her room with her and take her on her bed, but that was not what she wanted to do with him. He would think they had a relationship or something, and she had no desire to get involved with him that way.
Then why was she sucking his cock, she asked herself as she kissed the head. Because it's something wild to do, she answered, and put the head in her mouth.
Larry sighed again and leaned back against the door. He was not too big and she could get his entire cock in her mouth. With her lips closed around the shaft she was licking around the head and bobbing her head furiously. She didn't know for sure whether he had ever experienced anything like this, but she thought it was unlikely. She put her right hand on his thigh to hold herself up and rubbed his balls with her left hand.
She decided to slow down and tease him for a little bit. She sucked it out of her mouth and looked up at him. He was looking down at her. He gulped hard, and Pam smiled. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head. Larry gasped and flinched. She put the head in her mouth again and sucked it hard, like a vacuum cleaner. With her lips squeezed tightly around the shaft, she moved her mouth down, sliding his cock all the way to the back of her mouth.
"Oh my god," he moaned, and stiffened.
Before she knew it, Pam's mouth was filled with cum. It was warm and tasted sour, but it was very brief. She swallowed it and kept sucking until he went limp. Finally, she let it fall out of her mouth and helped him pull up his shorts.
"Thanks," he said and helped her to her feet.
"Thank you," Pam said. She took the paper from under his arm and smiled at him. "See you next week."
He smiled nervously, opened the door, and was gone. Grinning, almost laughing out loud, Pam went back to the kitchen and dropped the newspaper on the counter. Not more than a minute after he was gone, she heard a familiar motorcycle in the driveway. She waited in the kitchen, still without her top. She heard the front door open and looked to see who had come in. Closing the door and looking around the room was Mr. Thorn. Pam smiled to herself and waited in the kitchen for him to find her. Finally, after searching the dining room and living room, he walked into the kitchen.
"Hello, Pam," he said, smiling innocently. He looked briefly looked directly at her bare tits. "Is your mom home?" He stopped by the counter and leaned against it.
by jallen944 ©
Part 1
Pam stood at the refrigerator, trying to find something interesting to drink, something more enticing than grapefruit juice. With a sigh, she resigned herself to water.
A large cloud had moved in front of the sun, so she decided to take a break from sunbathing to get a drink. The bright, hot sun had made her skin toasty warm, and was turning it golden brown. The air conditioner made the air inside the house significantly cooler than the hot air outside. It was almost like walking into a freezer. She had been inside only a minute, and she was already shivering.
She smelled of coconuts. Her skin was covered with cocoa butter oil and she was slick and shiny like her skin was made of plastic. She filled a glass with water and drained it in one big gulp. The cold water dripped on the bare part of her chest and dribbled down between her breasts. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The water felt good on her skin. She turned the empty glass upside down and sprinkled the last few drops on her chest and watched them stream over her oily skin between the mounds of her breasts. The droplets touched the bright red fabric of her bikini and soaked in instantly.
She untied the bikini top, took it off and set it on the counter. The small patches of skin where the bikini fabric covered her breasts were still a pale white. The cool air inside the house made her nipples hard points, and her breasts seemed to be a little bit bigger, somehow. She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the door.
Her long, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was smooth and lightly golden from tanning. She stepped back and examined herself from a better angle. A lot had changed since she turned eighteen. Her waist was slender and firm, and her hips flared out nicely. She looked directly at the reflection of her tits, and she was amazed. They were bigger. It had been a long time since she looked at herself so carefully, and now it was like looking at the body of a completely different person. It was not the body of a girl she was looking at, but the voluptuous body of a woman, the body she had so longed to see.
The doorbell rang and she was very disappointed that her discovery was interrupted. A grin crossed her lips when she decided to go to the door without her top and reveal her new breasts to whoever was standing on the other side.
She went to the front door and opened it, standing behind it and peeking around, just in case it was someone she knew.
It was Larry Copelli, that cute kid from science class. He was wearing baggy shorts and a clean t-shirt with a cool picture of a surfer.
"Hi," Pam said, smiling at him through the screen door.
"Hi," he said, with a brief smile. "I'm collecting for the Herald."
"How much?"
"Two dollars."
"Come in," she said. He opened the screen door and stepped into the foyer. Pam turned away to walk into the kitchen, but she made sure she gave him a good look at her bare chest before she walked away with her back to him. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw him quickly look away. She knew she had his interest completely and smiled to herself.
Out of his sight in the kitchen, she found a handful of dollars in her purse, but she came up with a clever idea and only took two dollars and stuffed the rest back in her wallet. She came through the archway of the kitchen and walked toward him with purposeful steps to make her tits jiggle even more. He was starting right at them.
"Here you go," she said, holding out the money, and he tore his eyes away from her chest.
"Thanks," he said, and took the money. He was blushing like he had been caught with his pants down.
"Sorry I don't have a tip," Pam said. "Maybe you'd like something else instead?"
"Like what?" he stammered.
She stepped closer and put her hand lightly on his crotch. He flinched and backed up a step. He already had an erection that was filling out the front of his shorts. Her strong gaze held his eyes enraptured, and his penis grew harder and thicker.
"Would a blowjob do it?" She licked her lips. She took the pen out of his hand and put it on her tit. He was trembling, but gently squeezed anyway.
"A blowjob?"
"If I suck your dick, is that a good tip?" Pam said in a soft voice like an innocent girl. It sounded so good to her she wasn't able to resist. She knew he wouldn't.
"I guess so."
"Good," she said. She pushed the door closed. He did nothing as she knelt in front of him, lifted the bottom of his t-shirt, and slowly pulled down his shorts.
"Oh my god," he whispered. She pulled down his undershorts and his young penis popped out.
Pam sighed. She was delighted to look at it. It was pink and fresh, a penis that had hardly ever been touched. She even doubted that he ever masturbated. It had a fine shape with a slight curve to the side that gave it a distinctive appearance.
As she stroked it in her hand, examining it from her knees, she felt her passion building. She was only going to blow him, but she had the strong desire for sex, and considered asking him to go to her room with her and take her on her bed, but that was not what she wanted to do with him. He would think they had a relationship or something, and she had no desire to get involved with him that way.
Then why was she sucking his cock, she asked herself as she kissed the head. Because it's something wild to do, she answered, and put the head in her mouth.
Larry sighed again and leaned back against the door. He was not too big and she could get his entire cock in her mouth. With her lips closed around the shaft she was licking around the head and bobbing her head furiously. She didn't know for sure whether he had ever experienced anything like this, but she thought it was unlikely. She put her right hand on his thigh to hold herself up and rubbed his balls with her left hand.
She decided to slow down and tease him for a little bit. She sucked it out of her mouth and looked up at him. He was looking down at her. He gulped hard, and Pam smiled. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head. Larry gasped and flinched. She put the head in her mouth again and sucked it hard, like a vacuum cleaner. With her lips squeezed tightly around the shaft, she moved her mouth down, sliding his cock all the way to the back of her mouth.
"Oh my god," he moaned, and stiffened.
Before she knew it, Pam's mouth was filled with cum. It was warm and tasted sour, but it was very brief. She swallowed it and kept sucking until he went limp. Finally, she let it fall out of her mouth and helped him pull up his shorts.
"Thanks," he said and helped her to her feet.
"Thank you," Pam said. She took the paper from under his arm and smiled at him. "See you next week."
He smiled nervously, opened the door, and was gone. Grinning, almost laughing out loud, Pam went back to the kitchen and dropped the newspaper on the counter. Not more than a minute after he was gone, she heard a familiar motorcycle in the driveway. She waited in the kitchen, still without her top. She heard the front door open and looked to see who had come in. Closing the door and looking around the room was Mr. Thorn. Pam smiled to herself and waited in the kitchen for him to find her. Finally, after searching the dining room and living room, he walked into the kitchen.
"Hello, Pam," he said, smiling innocently. He looked briefly looked directly at her bare tits. "Is your mom home?" He stopped by the counter and leaned against it.