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Barbara pulled the mesh stocking up her leg until the
elasticized top was in her fingertips. She smoothed the stocking around
her thigh. The stocking came up her leg, the dark elasticized band at the
top of the stocking about six or seven inches below her cunt.
She was dressing quickly and angrily. Since talking with her mother,
Barbara realized she had to take charge of the situation.
Kristen had told Barbara everything and Barbara had listened with total
concentration as Kristen told of how Deputy Phelps had felt her tits and
jerked off on her back, and how she had sucked daddy's cock through the
bars of his jail cell until he came in her mouth and she swallowed his
salty cum.
All of it had done two things for Barbara, excited her and it made her
realize how naive her mother could be. If Barbara was certain of anything
it was that Kristen really didn't understand the whole scope of the
problems that they had to face together if they were ever going to get
Jeff out of jail before his allimportant Monday morning business
appointment.
One: they had to raise a thousand dollars in cash for bail money. Since
the banks were closed, they would have to borrow the money from friends.
Two: they had to somehow find someone who would vouch for Jeff, so that he
could get released on bail before having to go before a judge when court
opened Monday afternoon.
As she thought about what she'd said to Kristen, Barbara smiled. Kristen
had just stepped out of the shower when Barbara started laying out clothes
for her to wear.
"Put these on and nothing else, Mother," Barbara said, her tongue
authoritative. "You've got a beautiful body and maybe that can work for
us. We've got a lot to do and it won't help if you hide those big tits
under fluffy sweaters."
Barbara had gotten no argument from her mother as she laid out the clothes
she figured Kristen would look sexiest in. Not until Kristen started
getting dressed did Barbara leave the bedroom so that she could get ready
for the evening's escapades herself.
She glanced at the wristwatch on her left wrist. It was six-thirty.
The watch had been a gift from her father on her sixteenth birthday. This
memory brought a chill over Barbara as she thought about how miserable
Jeff must be in that cold, dank jail cell.
Barbara squirmed into a pair of extremely skimpy bikini panties. They were
black, and hardly covered up her cunt bush. At her hips it was just a thin
strip of fabric.
Next she stepped into a leather miniskirt. She slipped it around her hips,
then pulled up the zipper in back. The miniskirt came down to just below
the tops of her black mesh stockings, exactly as Barbara had planned.
From her closet Barbara extracted a black leather suit coat. She slipped
it on and looked at herself in the mirror without buttoning it. The
leather looked good against her skin. Her big, creamy tits, which were
naturally high and round, looked even more tempting in contrast to the
dark leather. She buttoned the jacket, not bothering to put a blouse on at
all.
From her right ear two strings of fake-diamond earrings dangled. Barbara's
right earlobe was pierced twice, her left earlobe only once.
"This is going to be one crazy fuckin' night," she murmured under her
breath.
The teenager's auburn hair was swirled into a wave in front, with a curl
of bangs coming down over her left eye. The diamond earring in her left
lobe glittered. The single diamond stud in her left lobe, which was really
just glass, couldn't be seen.
Also from her closet Barbara took out her most daring shoes. They were
open-toed, with high stiletto heels. Although the shoes were a little
uncomfortable to wear for extended periods of time, Barbara figured it
wouldn't matter. She doubted she'd be spending much time on her feet that
evening.
Dropping a tube of lipstick into the pocket of her coat, Barbara left the
house after checking to see on her mother's progress.
"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Kristen replied angrily, buttoning up the
lacy white lacy blouse that Barbara had selected for her. "I'm just not
used to going without a bra, that's all."
* On her Honda 350cc motorcycle, Barbara felt daring and wild. The
miniskirt was bunched around her hips, and the wind was blowing against
her cunt, through her panties, as she rode through the suburban streets.
Unlike her beautiful mother, Barbara was fully aware of her own raging
sexuality and of her bizarre fetishes. She wanted more than anything to be
a rock 'n' roll queen, to stand on a stage and sing to huge crowds. This
desire to be on stage manifested itself in a fullblown exhibitionistic
streak. Barbara was a performer and as such she loved having an audience.
For the teenager, it almost seemed a waste of time to fuck someone unless
she had someone else watching her. Despite her tender years, she'd already
lost count of the times that she'd fucked some boy from school while all
his buddies watched. She really enjoyed giving blow-jobs while having her
pussy stuffed with a cock. Group sex was what triggered Barbara's most
powerful orgasms.
Pulling her motorcycle over to the curb, Barbara turned the engine off and
swung her leg over the seat, smiling to herself when two young boys got a
quick glimpse of her bikini panties.
She walked up the narrow concrete path to the front door and pushed the
doorbell. She heard a chime sound inside and then the shuffling of feet.
When the door opened, Mr. Jones's bespectacled face appeared in the
opening.
"Yes?" he asked in his high-pitched voice.
Barbara's big tits were on display, the cleavage tight and milky. It took
a moment for the old man to notice her tits, but when he did his eyes got
big and round.
"Hello, Mr. Jones," Barbara said, confidence surging through her as he
stared at her boobs. "I wonder if I might have a moment to talk to you in
private. You see, you're the president of the bank that my parents have
their money at and there's something very important I must talk to you
about."
"Yes, well, I don't know," he said quietly, a tremulous quality in his
tone. "This is most unusual. There are normal banking hours for this sort
of thing."
"Yes, sir, I'm well aware of that. But an emergency has come up and it's
very important that I see you, that I talk to you in private."
It took all of Barbara's will-power not to openly laugh when Mrs. Jones's
jaw dropped open as she walked by. Barbara's legs scissored smoothly as
she walked and old Mrs. Jones just about fainted as she sat on the couch
knitting.
Barbara was escorted to Mr. Jones's small office in the back of the house.
The place smelled musty and Barbara could tell that he was the kind of man
ideally suited for banking. He probably didn't go to the bathroom until he
wrote it down in the books, in triplicate, and then he asked for his
wife's permission.
Barbara told her story without leaving any of the important details out.
She told Mr. Jones everything, including the part about her father getting
a blow-job when he was arrested. When she was finished there was a
definite lump in the bank president's crotch.
"So you see, sir, if you could only write a cashier's check for the bail,
I could get my father out of jail. I'll pay you back every red cent, and
I'd be so grateful to you."
Barbara uncrossed her legs and spread them, hiking her miniskirt over the
tops of her stockings.
"Wouldn't you want me grateful to you?" she asked sensually, allowing the
tip of her tongue to play around her full, glistening red lips. "I think I
could do you a world of good. You see, Mrs. Jones may enjoy spending her
time knitting, but what I like to do is suck cock. Doesn't that sound
interesting to you?"
Barbara once again had to keep from laughing. Behind those thick glasses
was a pale face and wide eyes that simply couldn't comprehend what was
happening.
She slipped off the chair, getting on her knees on the floor of the small,
musty office. Within seconds Barbara had Mr. Jones's cock out of his
pants. Though he hadn't said anything, Barbara knew that he'd do what she
wanted him to.
It was mildly surprising to Barbara that Mr. Jones, who wasn't very tall
and really didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have one, was quite
well hung. His prick was a decent seven inches long and it was actually
quite thick.
Without giving him a chance to stop her, Barbara put her face in his lap,
pushing her red lips over his prick tip.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking the entire cock head into her mouth,
kneading the shaft with her lips while her tongue went to work on the
lust-hardened cock meat.
"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Mr. Jones moaned, looking down at the mass of wavy
auburn hair that was swirling about at his waist.
Barbara guessed that Mrs. Jones wasn't one to give blow-jobs, so she
wasn't going to hold anything back from Mr. Jones. She pushed her lips
down the shaft of his cock until his prick tip was nudging the back of her
mouth. Then, relaxing the muscles in her neck, she sucked the cock
completely down her throat.
Mr. Jones's thighs quivered as he felt the entire length of his cock being
enveloped in the teenager's warm, clutching throat.
Barbara pushed her face hard against his body, feeling the edge of the
zipper against her nose. She rubbed her chin against his balls and tongued
the shaft of his cock as best as she could with her throat crammed with
his prick.
After a while Barbara pulled her lips up the throbbing shaft of his cock,
holding just the prick tip in her mouth. She nodded her head, whipping her
lips over the ridge of his cock head while tonguing the underside of the
big, meaty, delicious crown of his prick. As she sucked Barbara unfastened
the two buttons that held her leather jacket together.
She purred lustily, bobbing on the prick, taking it down her throat
several times. She loved deep-throating cocks and the only thing that
could make it an ever better experience for Barbara would be if Mrs. Jones
would walk in and watch her as she sucked her husband's bone-hard prick.
The teenager's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her chest, the nipples hard, the
areolas pink and rosy with the excitement that she felt. Continuing to
suck on the prick, massaging its entire length with her lips and tongue,
Barbara opened Mr. Jones's pants and squirmed them down to his knees.
At last she took the cock out of her mouth. She looked up at his face,
smiling lustfully.
"Do you want me to suck you off, or would you like to fuck me, sir?" she
asked quietly, mischievously, her eyes shining with the glow of youthful
lust.
"I... I guess I want to..."
Barbara grabbed Mr. Jones's cock and the words seemed to get choked off in
his throat. His eyes were glued to her nipples.
"Why don't you fuck me?" Barbara stood up quickly, aware of how her tits
were jiggling and the effect that had on the bank president. "I think that
would make us both very happy."
She pushed the sleeves of her jacket over the elbows, then pulled her
miniskirt up to reveal her bikini panties. Hooking her thumbs into the
panties, Barbara pulled them slowly past her hips, down her legs over the
mesh stockings.
She stepped out of her panties, tucking them into a pocket of her jacket.
Standing up again, Barbara spread her legs wide, balancing on her
five-inch spike heels, and started pushing the fingers of her right hand
through her curly, dark bush of cunt hair.
"You want to fuck this pussy, don't you, Mr. Jones?" Barbara whispered,
promising heights of ecstasy the staid bank president had never before
known. "You want to stick your cock in my young cunt and cum inside me,
don't you? That's okay. You can say so. I won't get angry with you if you
admit it."
It pleased Barbara that Mr. Jones couldn't speak. She gave him the full
force of her sultry, lusty smile. Spreading her feet wider apart, she
brought her left hand up and cupped one luscious tit. With her right hand
she slipped a finger into the seething recesses of her hot, juicy pussy.
"Yesssss! You don't have to say it, but I know you want to fuck me. I know
you do." Barbara turned it on for Mr. Jones, the staid, quiet bank
president who spent the vast majority of his life looking at ledgers
rather than a sexy teenager who seemed to enjoy finger-fucking herself so
much she looked like she was about to cum.
Barbara slipped her finger in and out of her cunt until it was wet with
her pussy juice. Then, lewdly, she sucked on her finger like it was a
small, slender cock, enjoying the flavor of her own feminine cum.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes burning into the bank president.
Walking toward him slowly, holding her mini-skirt up around her waist,
Barbara straddled his legs as he continued sitting in the chair. Reaching
down with her left hand, she used her fingers to spread her cunt lips a
little. She used her right hand to guide the cock head to her pink cunt
lips.
"See how grateful I can be?" she purred.
Barbara lowered herself until she felt the fat crown of the bank
president's prick rubbing against her slightly parted cunt lips. She
gasped, a little louder than necessary, shivering with the ecstasy that
was going through her. It was shocking to her that she could get so turned
on by a man who had so little physical charms.
At least he's got a hard cock, the teenager thought happily.
She slowly relaxed the muscles in her legs and felt her pussy lips being
wedged apart by the mushroom-shaped head of Mr. Jones's cock.
When the prick tip was inside her pussy, Barbara released the cock. She
put her hands on her stockingencased thighs, feeling the texture of her
mesh stockings against her palms. Slowly, inch by inch, her cunt lips
puckering inward, she took the entire length of his prick into the
seething pussy that so passionately needed a cock to fill it.
"Ohhhhh!" the young girl moaned softly as she rested on Mr. Jones's
thighs, his cock throbbing hotly deep inside her cunt.
"Mr. Jones, you've got a beautiful prick. You really, really do."
She started bouncing on his lap, working her pink, tight cunt lips over
the shaft and head of Mr. Jones's fiery, turgid prick. As she raised and
lowered her luscious ass on his lap, Barbara's tits bounced near his face.
"Suck my tits!" the teenager gasped, cupping her tits from the underside
to raise them, pushing her nipples close together.
"You are so..."
The words seem to get lost inside Mr. Jones's mind. He opened his mouth
and Barbara pushed one tit between his lips. When his lips surrounded her
nipple, taking in almost all of her pink areola, she shivered and dropped
down, working her cunt lips along the shaft of his cock until she could
massage the entire prick in the tight sheath of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm!" Mr. Jones moaned as he sucked on the girl's tit.
Barbara continued to bounce on his lap. When his hands slipped around her
waist and he cupped and fondled her tight, smooth ass cheeks as she fucked
him, Barbara was more pleased than ever. The old man was breaking out of
his shell, going for the satisfaction that she wanted to give him, and
Barbara couldn't have been more happy about it.
"Ohhhhh! You're such a big man!"
Barbara inserted her other nipple into his hot, sucking mouth. His tongue
sent shocks of ecstasy rippling through her veins. She could feel his
red-hot prick getting harder inside her cunt.
She dropped down, taking all of his cock in her pussy, then twirled her
hips around in a circular motion. Barbara could feel the cock head rubbing
around deep inside her pussy, spreading her cunt walls as her pussy lips
worked on the root of his cock's shaft.
"Kiss me!" the teenager hissed.
Barbara forced Mr. Jones's mouth off her tit, bringing her lips to his.
She kissed him with fierce passion, knowing that she was turning him on
more than he had been in years and years. She thrust her tongue between
his lips, slithering it deep into his mouth. When Mr. Jones pushed his
tongue into her mouth, she danced her tongue over it, sucking on it
lustfully.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as he grabbed her tits, pressing his fingers almost
timidly into her firm melons of tit flesh.
Barbara bounced faster and faster, her clit rubbing against the hard cock
as she worked her cunt lips over the shaft of Mr. Jones's prick. When,
quite suddenly and without warning, she felt his cum splashing inside her
pussy, she kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Dropping down on the
prick to satisfy all of it with the liquid warmth of her cunt, Barbara
churned her lips as blasts of cum detonated out of the old man's balls.
"Ohhhh! Mr. Jones, you are absolutely wonderful," Barbara whispered,
holding his face in her hands as she looked down at him. "You know,
there's going to come a day when I walk into your glass-lined office at
the bank and suddenly nobody is going to see me. And do you know why they
won't be able to see me? It's going to be because I'm under your desk
sucking your beautiful cock!"
She got off his lap, groaning softly as her cunt was suddenly emptied of
his prick. As Mr. Jones regained his breath, Barbara carefully worked her
panties back up her leg, pulled her stockings a little higher up her
thighs, then smoothed her leather miniskirt down once again.
"Thank you, Mr. Jones. If you do agree to give a loan so that I can get my
father out of jail, that's great. And if you don't, I still thank you for
that wonderful fucking."
Barbara put her hands on his shoulders and bent down, kissing his head
lightly.
"And I wasn't lying. I really am going to show up at your office some day
and give you the best blow-job you've ever had, and all your bank tellers
and customers will be able to see you and not me and not be able to figure
out why you've got this strange, satisfied look on your face."
She buttoned up her jacket, waved good-bye to him, then left his house
feeling quite satisfied. Barbara wasn't the kind of teenager who usually
fucked older men, but they could be quite surprising, quite interesting.
Mr. Jones really had tickled her clit and filled her pussy nicely, and she
could still feel his hot cum inside her.
With a bounce in her step, Barbara headed for her motorcycle, anxious to
tell Kristen about how she'd made sure Jeff would have his bail money.
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