Jesse Adkins squeezed her lips tightly around the huge hard-on that filled her mouth. The big powerful spurts she had just swallowed had began to ease, but she continued to suck at her lover's semi-hard and still delicious penis, drawing out his last creamy drops. Fully drained for the moment, Stash Molinski gently squeezed the naked girl between his legs, and stroking her hair he bragged on her blow job. "Baby," he told her, "you're the best cocksucking little Bitch ever!"
Jesse savored the load of love juice Stash had just given her, and looked up at her man with bright happy eyes. She was barely eighteen, and in her senior year of high school. She felt very lucky indeed to have a boyfriend who was almost twenty two, out of school, and working full time at the battery factory on the edge of town. To Jesse, being called "the best cocksucking bitch ever" by her lover was high praise indeed, and Jesse glowed satisfaction at what she considered a complement despite its vulgarity.
Jesse took her task of satisfying her man's sexual appetite very seriously, and nothing pleased her more than to have some new sensual delight waiting for Stash on his afternoon visit. She had been planning today's blow job since early this morning. Stash did so love good head. She had given it her all when she went down on him this afternoon, and she could tell from the full load of cum in her mouth that she had done well.
Jesse's dad had died young of a sudden heart attack three years ago. Jesse's trip thru puberty without the dominant father she adored had left her craving male approval. Stash's daily return to her bed had become by far the most important thing in her young life. Despite her tender age and inexperience, she was determined to give Stash better sex than the horny and man-hungry females who worked side by side with him at the factory. He could have his pick of any of those whores, and she meant to do whatever was necessary to keep him returning to her house to fuck her instead.
And return almost daily he did, even though as a stud-still-in-training, Stash as yet had only the sketchiest understanding of the grip he held on Jesse's fragile teenage ego. What he did know was that this was an easy and regular piece of ass. So it was that every day, regular as clockwork, Stash left work at 3:00 p.m. and headed for the 7-11 store a block away the little two bedroom Adkins home where Jesse lived with her mother.
Jesse knew her mother would skin her alive if she discovered she was having sex, let alone sex with a boy four years her senior. By insisting that Stash leave his car at the convenience store, Jesse was able to hide her trysts from the nosy neighbors who might notice a strange car regularly parked in the driveway and report it to her mother. The short walk from the store was no hardship for Stash. Even allowing for the few minutes lost, he still had two full hours to put Jesse through her paces in bed, and slip away before Jesse's mother, Cora Adkins, who worked as a teller at a local bank, arrived home at about 5:30 or so.
Poor Jesse! Her age, her inexperience, and her troubled ego, had made her an easy prey for Stash even though he was still a pretty green cocksman. Blinded by what she was sure was love, and the things he did to her pussy, Jesse could not see that Stash Molinski was nothing but a pussy hound, a big dumb piece of dirt without any talent or ability to speak of excepting only the instinct and big cock necessary to seek out, find, and fuck, vulnerable females.
In fairness to Stash, however, it ought to be said that he was the answer to a prayer for any woman hungry for a big cock. In that department, mother nature had been more than just generous, equipped as he was with 10+ inches of fat woman tamer almost perpetually hard in the presence of a naked female. Tempted by such a spectacular female pacifier, how could the young and impressionable Jesse possibly know how dangerous Stash was to her, or how to protect herself from him.
Stash on the other hand was doing what came naturally to a pussy hound. Tomcat instincts told him he had an good thing going with Jesse Adkins, and that he should push her to the limit. Innocent little bitches like Jesse were easy pickings for men like Stash. Believing herself to be in love, Jesse would never expect such selfish motives of her boyfriend, and of course it never entered Jesse's mind that Stash might be unfaithful to her. She had no way to know of course that she was only a filler fuck for Stash's otherwise empty afternoons. As often as not after he was finished with her, he would pick up one of the sluts from the factory and hump her all the rest of the evening.
Today Stash had worked an hour of overtime and he was late getting to the Adkins house. The delay made him even more randy than usual, and he was in such a hurry to have his dick sucked that he skipped the regular routine and left his car in the Adkins' driveway instead of at the 7-11.
Jesse was naked and waiting for him. Stash had his shirt open and was already dropping his pants as he came thru the door. By the time he hit Jesse's bedroom he had lost his shoes and jockey shorts. Except for his socks, Stash was buck ass bare when Jesse pushed him sprawling onto her bed and crawled between his legs. The blow job Jesse had so carefully planed was indeed special, but as horny as they both were, it didn't last very long. By a little past 4:35 p.m. Jesse had already finished her special treat and was swallowing the ejaculation it had produced.
Stash felt all warm and satisfied as he lay there with Jesse's mouth still firmly wrapped around his cock. "Damn but this bitch gives some really great head," he said to himself. "After I rest a little, Maybe I'll try a slice of that tight young pussy for desert. Man, this IS the life,"
True to his nature, however, not even a great blow job could keep Stash's mind off his constant hunt for pussy. Incredibly,with a pretty girl lying naked in his arms, he was already planing his evening on the prowl. Jesse, however, rolled over and pressed her ample young tits against him ruining his concentration, and bringing him abruptly back to the bird he had in hand.
Tonight could wait! There was plenty of time for a piece of ass from this eager teen bitch before her mother would be home. For the moment, however, sated and satisfied, relaxed and dozing, his horny left him. He and his teen mistress nuzzled and kissed for a while, and then unexpectedly, they both fell asleep.
Neither of them awoke when the back door opened and closed. Once before Stash had over stayed and almost been caught, but he had been able to hide in the closet until he could get dressed and slip away while Jesse distracted her mother. Today, however, the amorous couple were both sound asleep, their nude bodies wrapped around each other, when Jesse's mother, suspicious about the strange car out front, suddenly threw open the bedroom door.
Stunned and surprised, perhaps a full half minute went silently by as each of the three struggled with what to do or say next. It was Jesse's mother who first gathered her wits and spoke.. or should I say yelled, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE, JESSE?"
Cora Adkins was angry, and she was at a full frenzied shout as she snapped at Stash, "AND JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
Jesse, totally terrified, tried to answer, "Well, Mom, it's like this....."
"It's like WHAT, you little slut," Cora interrupted.
