A Cronenville story
by Lia Anderssen
For a while longer, Linda was left lying on the table, her legs spread, her open vagina seeping fluid as she recovered from the extraordinary orgasm she had had in front of these three people. Then she felt a hand on her arm.
“Time to get up” said Patli. “I must get back into my shop.”
He took hold of her hand and pulled her to a sitting position, then helped her off the table, his hands moving about her body and caressing her bare breasts as she got to her feet. Linda knew the man’s touches were being watched by Anne and she felt the blood rise in her cheeks as he toyed briefly with her hard, protruding nipples.
The man who had brought Linda off, rinsed the dildo under the kitchen tap, then handed it to Anne, who took it with a smile.
“I guess I’d best pay for this,” she said. “Looks like you enjoyed that. Mister.”
Linda saw that Anne was staring down at the front of the man’s pants, and felt a shiver run through her as she saw the bulge down there. There was no doubt that this man had an erection, and that it was her nudity and promiscuity that had brought it about. Anne saw the teenager’s expression, and a new smile crossed her face.
“You like having that effect on men?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” stammered the red-faced beauty.
“Sure you do. Since you’re responsible, don’t you think you should do something about it?”
“Well, he brought you off when you were obviously horny.”
Linda stared wide-eyed at the other girl.
“Just a hand job. Mister Patli will let you use one of the booths, won’t you Mister?”
The Asian grinned. “They’ve been used for that many times.”
Linda couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She looked at Anne and the shopkeeper, then across at the man, whose expression had changed from one of amusement to expectancy as his eyes continued to be fixed on Linda’s naked charms.
“Go on,” said Anne. Otherwise I’ll have to tell my mother about what just happened.”
“No, please,” stammered Linda. She knew that if a teacher learned of how she had behaved it would take no time to get back to the headmistress, and she couldn’t have that.
“Well, then,” said Anne, “I think you should show your gratitude for the nice way this gentleman saw to your needs. After all, it’s only fair.”
“But I couldn’t.”
“Sure you could. Where are the booths, Mister Patli?”
The shopkeeper led them to a door near the back of the kitchen and opened it. They filed through into a narrow corridor. Linda looked about herself anxiously. At one end was a worn, faded curtain that she guessed led into the main part of the shop. All down the corridor were doors, with lewd photographs on them and titles such as ‘Teenage Lust’ and ‘Girls Go Crazy’.
“These are film booths,” explained Patli. “But, in this case I’ll allow you to use one.”
“Great,” said the man. He took hold of Linda’s hand. “Come on.”
“No!” she held back, but he had a firm grip of her.
“Go on, Linda,” insisted Anne. “Show a bit of gratitude.”
The man pulled open the door of the cubicle and pushed the naked youngster inside. As he closed the door, Linda looked about her. It was a small, narrow room, not much bigger than a closet. At one end was a TV screen, and at the other a low chair. The walls and floor were gray and undecorated. Above a bulb illuminated the room. She watched as the man closed the door, then turned to her.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m not a fucking rapist. If you want out of here, I’ll let you.”
Linda looked at him. She did want out, but at the same time, she didn’t want to face up to Anne.
“Wh-what did you want me to do?”
“To jerk me off. You ever jerk a guy off before?”
“You wanna learn how?”
She lowered her eyes. “It’s wrong,” she said.
“No it ain’t. It’s natural.”
He moved close to her and ran a hand over her bare breast, rolling the stiff nipple between finger and thumb. Linda shivered slightly at the intimacy of his touch.
“Shit, you are sexy,” he murmured. “I’m gonna have to jerk off anyhow. Okay?”
Nervously the youngster nodded.
“Sit down, babe.”
Linda glanced behind her at the seat. She moved back and sat down slowly. The plastic seat felt cool against her bare behind.
“Open your legs. Let me see your pussy.”
She looked up at the man, whose eyes were fixed upon her. Then, gradually, she parted her thighs, giving him an unrestricted view of her vagina.
He undid his jeans and slipped down the zipper, reaching inside. Moments later his cock came into view. It was long and hard, stiff as a pole, his foreskin drawn slightly back so she could see the eye. It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s penis and, despite herself, she found herself staring at it in fascination.
He reached a hand down and wrapped it about his thick erection. Then he began moving it back and forth.
“God you’re something,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on her as he masturbated. Linda felt a shiver of excitement as she sensed his arousal. She was almost tempted to touch her vagina again.
“You wanna try?” he asked.
“I-I’ve never done it before.”
“It’s easy. Here, give me your hand.”
Hesitantly the naked teenager held up her hand. He released his cock, which jutted stiffly from his jeans, and took hold of the hand, guiding it to his erection. Linda wrapped her fingers about it, amazed at how hard it was, feeling it twitch under her touch.
“That’s it. Take a firm grip. Now move your hand.”
Slowly at first, the girl began to move his foreskin back and forth.
“Yeah, baby. A bit faster. Shit that feels good.”
Linda looked up at him. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Here she was, sitting naked in front of a complete stranger, a man about twice her age, masturbating him. Yet there was something oddly exciting about what she was doing, and the feel of his cock in her hand brought new shivers of stimulation to her.
He was clearly aroused now, his breath shortening, his eyes glued on her breasts and vagina as she stroked him hard. She moved her hand back and forth faster, feeling his erection throb under her fingers.
Then, without warning, he was coming, a jet of thick semen spurting from his cock and spattering onto her face. Linda was shocked and surprised by the sudden burst of come, yet she continued to work him, her fingers squeezing his thick organ as another spurt splashed into her face, running down her cheek and dripping from her chin.
A third jet flew from his erection, landing on her breast, trickling down over her pert nipple, then another and another and still she masturbated the man, looking on in wonder at his semen as it jetted from him.
She went on jerking him until the flow had reduced to a dribble, and his breathing became less labored. Only then did she sit back, her fingers still caressing his erection, her naked body dripping with thick, creamy spunk.
He looked down at her and smiled.
“That really the first time you tossed a guy off?”
She nodded, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as she considered what she had just done.
“Believe me,” he said. “You’re fucking good at it.”