Chapter 35

Lisa rested after the biker orgy for two days and nights, almost afraid to go out again, and sure that she would not go to the Alameda theater alone again. The Biker orgy had really turned out all right, and Big Eddie had ridden her home on the back of his bike late that evening, then slowly fucked her tenderly with his big cock in her own bed. When he left Lisa had rolled over and slept the rest of the afternoon and all night.

The biker thing could have been dangerous. Lisa resolved not to get involved again with that crowd and their ideas about sex. They were just too rough acting and talking for her to trust.

Mathew was sweet, and so young. He was a real doll and they had a good time on the couch waiting for his father to come home.

Her mind drifted lazily back to that afternoon.

She’d been sitting on the couch in the living room, dressed again in her brown jersey dress, shoes off, feet curled under her, lounging back on the soft couch when Mathew came into the room.

“My Gawd, Mathew, you’re naked. Go get some clothes on,” Lisa scolded the boy, standing with his cock hard in front of the couch.

“What’s the difference, you didn’t have any clothes on the first time I saw you!”

“It is different. Now go and at least get a robe on, then you can come back and we’ll fiddle around.”

Mathew scampered back up the stairs, to come down again in a paisley blue silk robe tied with a black cord at the waist. “This better?” he asked her.

“Much,” she crinkled her nose at him, “Now sit down here and we’ll talk.”

“I’d much rather have a blow job.”

“Have you ever had a blow job?”

“Not yet, but then again, the night’s not over yet!”

Lisa began to giggle at his self assurance, and laughed out loud as he moved to pull her skirt up a little higher on her leg.

“Whoa, tiger. Slow down a little, you have to put a girl in the mood before she’ll go down on your cock.”

“How about a drink, would that help?” he said seriously.

“Sure, how about some brandy?”

“Coming up,” his slim body bounded from the couch to the bar in the side wall, pouring brandy into a snifter, and offering it to Lisa.

Sipping the fiery liquid, Lisa looked at the boy over the rim of her glass, her dark lashes lowered over her icy blue eyes, giving him the sexy glance that she knew would have him turned on even more than he was.

“Now do we get soft music for your seduction, too?”

He bounded again to the stereo in the corner, spun the turn table and selected a record, placing it on the machine, adjusting the volume control so that soft sounds of strings filled the big room.

“Better, and better,” Lisa nodded her head at the boy, “Now, let’s see how much you love me.”

Her hand parted his robe, moving the slippery material over his slim thighs until his prick popped into view, standing proudly from his loins, peeking through the material of his robe.

“Now that’s just fine, and I’m going to kiss it a little bit for you.”

Her mouth hovered over the end of his cock after she shifted her body position on the couch, moving until she crouched on her knees and elbows.

Her tongue flicked out, laving the slippery end of his young prick, swirling around the swollen head, moving closer until her lips touched the glans.

The instant her lips touched him, his cock spurted, catching Lisa off guard, splashing his load of cum over her face, running some into her hair and the rest splashing onto her face.

Lisa looked at the crestfallen boy, “A little fast for me, but that’s fine, Mary Lou’s just going to love you. Shall we try it again, and this time just a little bit slower,” as her lips descended again to capture his prick.

His second blow job lasted a long time, with Lisa even finger fucking herself at the end.

When the bike drove into the driveway, Lisa and Mathew sat at opposite ends of the couch, waiting for his dad to come in.

Thinking back to just a month or so ago, Lisa realized that she was using her power much more efficiently lately. The sculpting of her breasts had taken such a short time compared to the changes she had made to her body before. They were both larger and firmer, and the nipples were of completely different shape and texture. All in just a few weeks.

She liked how her ribs showed just under her arms before the swelling of her rounded breasts began. She looked fit and trim and very sexy now, compared to three months ago.

The luscious blonde also wondered about her increased sexual drive. She’d always been horny, ever since she’d entered her late teens, but now she just couldn’t seem to get enough cock. Maybe it was her age, or maybe it came from using her power so often now.

That thought stunned her. Too much use of power making her sexually excited far beyond her normal. “Could be, could be. But like they say, when rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. I like sex, and I like using my power, so fuck it.” The following day, after a long shower while she sat naked, fixing her nails, the phone rang. She set the nail polish down carefully on the table by the bed, lifting the receiver of the telephone.

“Hello” Lisa’s voice answered.

“Hi, how are you today?” A husky male voice replied.”

“I’m just fine, thank you, who’s this?”

“Don’t you recognize my voice by this time?” the husky caller answered. “I didn’t think you’d forget me this soon.”

Lisa was interested and curious, not recognizing the voice, but decided to talk and get him to talk more until she knew who he was.

“I just don’t recognize your voice, but keep on talking to me and I’m sure I’ll know who you are in just a minute.”

“I’m a good friend. The best kind of friend a girl could ever want,” the male voice said.

“What kind of a good friend would call a lady up and play games over the phone and get her all curious about who her caller is?” Lisa’s voice laughed over the phone.

“Besides, you’re making me do all the talking. How about you doing some talking and I’ll finish putting polish on my nails while I listen to you.”

“Be careful you don’t spill polish on your clothes, ‘cause if I said something outrageous you might just spill your nail polish,” his husky voice drawled.