by Anton Palmer
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! You could see I had a beer in my hand.”
Jimmy put the can down on the floor and wiped his shirt-front. The girl ignored his protests and clambered onto his lap, laughing, before grabbing his face and thrusting her eager tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled her close and responded in kind, his hands immediately delving inside her torn blouse, massaging her firm young breasts before slipping lower, fingering the torn material of her stockings, ripping them even more as he stroked the soft skin underneath. The girl sighed as Jimmy slid his fingers further up her thigh and he moaned along with her as he felt the moist heat of her pussy warming the back of his hand. He stroked higher, his knuckles brushing lightly against her soft mound, but as he attempted to slide his fingertips beneath the edge of her panties, eager to feel her wetness, she suddenly slapped his hand away.
“Not tonight,” she whispered, nibbling playfully at his neck.
“Why not?”
“Wrong time of the month.”
“What? You mean you don’t fuck on Hallowe’en?”
“You know perfectly well what I mean. It’s the wrong time of the month. Period!”
“Oh come on…I don’t mind a bit of blood. It is Hallowe’en after all!” He chuckled.
“No, Jimmy. I haven’t brought anything with me…”
“Like what?”
“You know…things….women’s things…”
“Lipstick?”
“Extra tampons, you fucking twat!”
“Well, OK babe, it’s your choice. But I’ve got a raging hard-on that needs to be somewhere warm and wet, so I suggest you get back down on your knees and start sucking.”
The girl giggled, slid off Jimmy’s lap and knelt on the thick pile carpet in front of the sofa. Unzipping his fly, she pulled out his rock-hard penis and took it into her wet mouth. Jimmy picked up his drink can and lay back in the sofa, swigging beer as he watched the girl’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. “Oh God, baby. That feels so good….oh yeah…for a young ‘un you certainly know your way around a cock!
The girl took him even deeper, just to prove the point.
“I bet your mother must be so proud!”
She pulled away from him and slapped his thigh.
“You cheeky bastard!” She laughed. Jimmy grinned at her then gently grabbed her hair, lifted her head and placed her mouth back onto his manhood.
The sound of the back door slamming shut made him jump. He leant closer to the girl, whispering into her ear, “Just keep sucking, babe. It’s only the wife.”
The girl gave a muffled squeal of alarm and Jimmy placed a hand on the back of her head to keep her in place.
The living room door flew open.
“You’re back early, darling. Had a good evening?”
Jimmy’s wife stared at her husband, sitting on the black leather sofa, a beer can in one hand, the other hand placed firmly on the young girl’s head that was rhythmically moving up and down between his splayed legs.
“For Christ’s sake, Jimmy. You swore that you would never do this to me again!”
“I’m sorry, babe, but what’s a man to do? She knocked on the door – trick or treat – well, I didn’t have any sweets to give her…so…”
“You’ve gone too far this time, you bastard! How old is she for fuck’s sake?”
Jimmy grinned and leant forward, the girl audibly gagging as her head was pushed down even further on his shaft with the extra weight placed on it. Fumbling under her short skirt, he slipped her panties to one side and pulled out her tampon with a wet plop, holding it aloft like a trophy, swinging by its string.
“As the saying goes…if she’s old enough to bleed – she’s old enough to butcher!”
He laughed and flicked the blood-soaked sanitary product across the living room, hitting his wife square in the chest. A splash of dark red menstrual blood stained her cream blouse.
“Oh my God! You sick fuck! You’ve crossed the fucking line this time, I’m calling the police!” She pulled her mobile out of her handbag.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Angela, she’s….oh God…Oh God…that’s it baby, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop…oh yeah, oh fuckkkkkk...oh yeah, swallow it all baby.”
Angela started dialling, her fingers trembling with rage.
“Angela. Ange…she’s eighteen! For fuck’s sake, look at her! It’s Mandy… from down the road…Maggie and Bob’s daughter…”
The girl lifted her head from Jimmy’s lap and turned sheepishly toward his wife, “Hi, Mrs Turner…” she gave a little wave.
“Oh. Hello, Mandy. I didn’t recognise you with all the…you know…zombie make-up.”
“That’s ok.”
“You’ve got a bit of…” Angela tapped a finger against the corner of her mouth. The girl put her hand up to her own lips and blushed under her make-up as she dabbed a dribble of semen away. She looked around for somewhere to wipe it, but guessing Jimmy’s wife was particularly house-proud, decided to suck the digit clean as covertly as she could.
Angela stepped past the adulterous couple and headed for the stairs. She stopped at the doorway to the hall and turned to her husband, her face red with anger and hurt, “This is the last time, Jimmy! I’m going upstairs to pack. I’ll be away for a few days…I do not expect you to be here when I get back!”
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