The Milkman Cometh Ch. 03

A siren wailed in the near distance; probably on the ring road that wound around his haven in The Village like a tarmac leviathan, bejewelled with pin-points of light in the night, hiding them securely from prying eyes. Enoch paid it no heed and peered through the dense cloud of smoke that served to momentarily obscure the teenage girl from his line of sight, although he heard her cough delicately over the bubbling bowl she held in her lap.

"So, what excuse did you give your parents this time, Sharon?" He asked and took the pipe from her outstretched hand.

Andrea's daughter paused for a moment, holding the smoke deep in her lungs. "I told them I was going to see Helen and do some homework." She croaked and blew an aromatic fog around the overstuffed couch where they sat.

Marley wrinkled his nose at the odour and tucked his face between his paws, preferring the smell of his tuna supper to the acrid taste of weed. He wasn't particularly enamoured of this female sharing his lair but stayed put to avoid the teeming rain outside; anything was better than getting wet.

"Really," Enoch took a long draw and let the smoke drift from his flared nostrils. "I didn't know cock sucking was on the curriculum."

Sharon giggled and narrowed her eyes against the fumes, feeling the drug tingle through her flesh. He looks like a Djinni, she thought, a black efreet ready to grant me wishes three - I wonder what my first one would be. She giggled again, well aware of what she wished for - and knowing full well it would be granted. Her hand slid along his thigh and caressed the firm muscle beneath the dark skin; the sensation arousing her as it had from the moment she laid her clear grey eyes on him.

"Mr. Carter could give me lessons anytime if it was."

"Practice, they say, makes perfect," Enoch said and parted his thighs for her hand to explore higher.

"Is that what I need, practice?" she asked, breathing faster as she felt him harden under her feather light touch.

"Well, it's like riding a bike; once you learn you never forget, but the more you ride the better you become."

"I always lose my balance on a bike."

"Not on this machine you wouldn't," he assured her and traced the curve of her breasts with his finger.

The thought of him penetrating her with his thick endowment excited and frightened her in equal measure, and she closed her eyes and parted her legs for his hand to wander beneath her navy blue skirt. His fingers traced the outline of her pale blue panties and danced over her crotch, tickling the delicate fuzz around her sex. She tightened her grip on his shaft and felt it throb in her hand as they slid closer, kissing passionately, tongues writhing amidst a hot mist of panting breath.

"I'll do it," she panted and pulled his hand from her snow-white blouse.

Enoch kept a beady eye on her nimble fingers undoing the tiny buttons and refilled the bowl, pursing his lips with approval at the sight of her firm breasts. He placed the bong on the floor and held the long tube up to his lips, toking deep on the potent drug before offering it to her.

"That's far enough," he said and stopped her from removing her tie, "we got plenty o' time."

Sharon leant forward and sucked hard on the tube, her shoulder length blonde hair falling forward to curtain her pretty face from sight, almost disappearing again within a plume of smoke. She felt him pull her blouse from the back of her skirt and run his hand up her back making her shiver with pleasure, his fingers expertly picking the hooks off her bra. That was another thing she liked about him; he never fumbled or fussed, unlike the eager inexperience of boys her age.

"Put some music on, babes," she said and stood up, "I want to dance."

Enoch smiled at the suggestion and slipped a Madonna cd into his pc, and watched her fluently bump and grind to the sultry tune of 'Erotica'. Madonna could put him into a trance anytime and Sharon did her best; swaying from side to side, flicking her skirt up to reveal the tight triangle between her taut thighs; swirling around to show him flashes of flesh and bending over to give him an unhindered view of her pert buttocks, wiggling them up and down over his erection without quite touching him; turning round swiftly and sinking to her knees, flicking her tongue like a whip at the head of his cock, her hot breath making him twitch with expectation. She knelt over the bong and took the tube in her hand, and ran it between her legs with a low moan, rubbing the mouth-piece onto her mons and pushing it into her panties, bobbing up and down on it with her gaze fixed firmly on his cock. Her tongue slid slowly along her lips and she watched him stroke the object of her desire, wondering again how it would feel inside the unexplored depths of her body. The fantasy brought a surge of heat to her pussy and she pushed harder on the tube, taking it a little way inside and making her clit tingle with delight.

"Give it to me," Enoch demanded and snatched the tube from her hot little hand.

He held it in his mouth, tasting her smell, and quickly loaded the bowl for a big hit, sucking the heady mixture of her aroma and the weed into his lungs without taking his eyes from her lewd display.

"Do you like it?" Sharon breathed. "Does it taste good?"

Her hand delved into the moist cotton and found the nub of her desire. She gave him a sly glance and pinched her pink nipple, feeling her heat respond to the expression on his face.

"Tastes sweet; like candy," he said and took another toke.

She blushed coyly and spun around to twitch her cheeks at him, pulling her panties up and down to give him a flash of her smooth skin.

"Looks good; tastes good ..." she giggled.

"... and by golly itisgood!" He said, and pulled her into an inescapable embrace.

Sharon squawked in surprise and laughed uproariously at his tickling fingers seeking out her soft spots. She kicked her legs in the air and looked down at his engorged shaft jutting between her thighs like a chocolate log between two blocks of vanilla. Her giggles became uncontrollable at the sight and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once; on her breasts, pulling them firmly to attention; on her stomach, and delving between her thighs; pulling her panties up into the wet slit, tight against her clit; pinching and rubbing her thighs, pushing them together to rub his meaty shaft up and down.

"No! Ouch! Stop!" She squealed and kicked harder without hope or desire for escape.

"You're a hot little tease," Enoch panted in her ear. "I ought to spank you!"

Sharon felt a thrill run through her body but played her part to the hilt. "Oh, no! I'll be good." She simpered and squirmed on his hot shaft.

"Oh, I know you'll be good," he said and squeezed her breasts together.

"What's that meant to ..." she said and turned her head, unable to complete the question for his lips crushed hers in a long, breathless kiss.

Her struggles subsided with a moan of compliance and she sucked hard on his probing tongue, gathering all the moisture she could to help her do what he wanted. She'd though about little else all day and looked forward to the moment she could wrap her lips around something thicker and hotter than his tongue. From the day she'd watched his impressive frame stride up the path to her house and plant two bottles of gold-top on the step, her thoughts had been less than pure and at the first chance had asked him:

"Is it true what they say about black guys?"

"That depends on what they say." Enoch had replied, his eyes boldly wandering over her.

She returned his stare and said; "That their cocks are bigger than white guys."

He'd grinned and left her to wonder until the day she took matters into her own hands and found out where he lived, turning up at his door after school. Despite his protests she had left him no choice but to let her in; the unmistakable smell of marijuana leaving him no room to maneuver her away. That had been a day of firsts; her first taste of weed and her first glimpse of his virile manhood: both had taken her breath away. Her precociousness had seemed to annoy him at first then amuse him in equal measure, and he'd been proud to show off his most prized possession to such an ardent, and resourceful, admirer. From that day, the boys in The Village stood no chance of gaining her favours and she masturbated regularly to the vision of Enoch's big black cock without giving in to the temptation of surrendering her virginity to him, though she'd take him in her mouth without batting her curly eyelashes. The taboo combination of illicit sex and illegal drug provided her with more excitement than anything this sleepy hamlet could ever provide and the more she saw of him the harder it became to resist; and as she neared her sixteenth birthday realised he might be the one to pluck her cherry.

Sharon could feel herself melting in his arms now and felt him slide along her slit in a spine tingling rhythm that made her weak at the knees; his voice lulling her into temptation.

"Rub it on your pussy," Enoch whispered and tweaked her nipples into exquisite awareness. "That's it baby, put it on your clit and wank it," he urged as her hand encircled his shaft and rubbed it into her mound. "Come on; yeah, right there, cum on my cock!"

This was the closest she'd ever got to having him inside her and she moaned, panted and writhed on him with only a thin layer of cotton between her fantasy and the hard reality. She could feel him pushing against the flimsy barrier and opening her legs with his knees, and she almost succumbed to his tender entreaty but found a reserve of defiance before he could go any further and wrenched herself aside at the last moment.

Enoch laughed to cover his frustration and turned her over onto his lap, pulled her panties down to expose the soft swell of her peachy cheeks and smacked them briskly.

"You hot little cock-tease," he said. "Your mouth says 'no', but your eyes say 'please.'"

"Ow! No! (Oh, yes!) Stop, stop! (harder, harder!) Please don't; I'm a good girl, I am!" Sharon protested without conviction and wriggled on the hard length.

Pain and pleasure came very close together in her experience: her first orgasm coming after a hard spanking from her father for some forgotten misdemeanor at the age of eleven. She had felt him harden beneath her without realising what it was but relished the warm glow spread through her loins and blossom into a hot, liquid sensation. Her temperament demanded more and she found ways and means to receive regular chastisement from her father's hand (and had heard him relive his tension in time honoured fashion on more than one occasion afterwards) without going any further for the simple reason that her father refused to submit to her obvious temptation in any way - but Enoch was different; His hands beat down faster, pressing her onto him and turning her soft flesh a bright, glowing red.

"Don't give me that," Enoch said and thrust his hand between her legs to feel the moist gusset of her panties. "You're a bad girl, a very bad girl. I can feel you're enjoying this too much to be good."

"But Iama good girl," she insisted. "I am; let me go and I'll prove it to you!"

"Prove it? How?" Enoch said and bit into her rosy cheek like a ripe apple.

"Owwwww! I'll kiss your thing!" Sharon squealed and tried to cover the abused spot with her hand.

Enoch brushed her hand away and sank his teeth into the other cheek; "you mean, you'll suck my cock," he said and wriggled the tip of his thumb into her slit.

"Yes!" Sharon moaned at his blatant suggestion and the way his touch sent an electric thrill through her moist sex.

"Say it!" Enoch insisted and pushed his thumb into her juicy mons.

"I'll suck your cock!"

"You dirty little slut," he hissed. "Suck it!"

Sharon slid between his thighs with easy grace and grinned up at him, her eyes half closed and her mouth wide open. She loved it when he called her that. Her hands wrapped around his meaty shaft and pulled it towards her lips, her tongue flicking softly onto the throbbing head that vaguely resembled a large mushroom. She hated mushrooms but loved the spongy texture of his cock and held it gently between her teeth, breathing hard over his fully aroused flesh.

"Take it in your mouth, jail-bait." Enoch insisted and took a double fistful of her hair to pull her down on his cock.

She moaned and relaxed her grip to ease him into her mouth until her lips bulged around the thick glans, and looked up at him with an innocent expression which she knew would turn him on. Every erogenous zone on her body tingled at the way he tasted and smelt, and she rubbed the underside of his shaft on her tongue to enhance his pleasure.

"There you go, slut, lick it all over," Enoch gasped and guided her face down his length. "Lick it right down to my balls. Look up at me, look up; yeah, suck 'em, suck 'em good, bitch."

He removed his hands to refill the bong, took a slow, deep draw, and enjoyed her undivided attention. The look in her eyes aroused him as much as the warm, wet sensation of her mouth. Her hand worked rhythmically along his shaft while she sucked each sac, milking a thin stream of precum from his swollen nob which she used to grease him up for a good, hard wank, and even wiggled the tip of her tongue between his cheeks to tickle his puckered hole and make him grunt with pleasure at her imaginative play. She accepted a swift toke and resumed her oral attack on the tip of his cock, smoke drifting from the corners of her mouth like ectoplasm, sucking him with increasing passion and bobbing her head in an effort to cram more meat in her mouth, choking and coughing at the sudden spurt of thicker precum that took them both by surprise.

"Eat it, slut," Enoch laughed and held her head to prevent her reflexive jerk from taking her mouth away, "and rub your pussy too; play with your hot little cunt while I fuck your mouth. You love this cock, don't you?" Sharon nodded to his satisfaction and he thrust harder into her mouth. "Yeah, I know you do, bitch, I can see it in your eyes. You finger that pussy at night and wish my cock was in there fucking you, don't you?"

Sharon flushed in guilty pleasure at the memory of her nocturnal fantasies when she was alone in her bed and hummed deep in her throat to tell him she did, and buried another finger between her spread thighs. She heard him chuckle and felt him drip more precum onto her tongue until it bubbled along his rugged shaft to flow from her stretched lips alongside a glutinous flow of spittle that flooded her mouth. Her attempt to take him deeper made her retch and her shirt became drenched in thick streaks of spittle and sweat but she refused to give up until he pulled her off with a loud 'pop', and wiped himself on her face.

"Look at this!" Sharon exclaimed and looked with dismay at the soaked shirt. "Mum'll kill me if she sees it."

Enoch grinned at the thought of having her mother's spunk-soaked panties in a drawer no further than two feet from where they sat and pulled Sharon onto his lap to play with her cute nipples through the wet material.

"I should take this off before you ruin it, too," She said and began to unzip her skirt.

"No, no!" Enoch held her hands firmly by her side. "Keep it on, you look so hot."

"Oh, sure!" she scoffed. "My hair's a tangled mess, my make-up's ruined and you think I look hot!"

"Oh but you are, my little minx," Enoch assured her. "You look fan-fucking-tastic!"

Sharon bit her lip, still unsure of her budding sexuality despite keeping up an outward appearance of aplomb. Deep down she thought her eyes too close together and her nose too long; her breasts too small and her bum too big.

"Really? You think I'm pretty?"

"What d'you think this is," Enoch said and pressed her down onto his hard-on. "Scotch mist? Don't be so coy."

Sharon giggled and wriggled on him, and leaned down to kiss his lips with tender passion, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her along the solid length of hot meat. She moaned at the way it teased her clit and pushed her panties deeper inside her sopping wet pussy, winding her up to the point of doing something she'd (enjoy) regret.

"You're just saying that," she whispered in his ear and ran her tongue around the sensitive lobe, "to get in my knickers."

"Baby," he replied and nibbled her neck, "if you rub any harder your knickers will be in you."

"Well, I'd better take them off then!"

She slid off him and stood up with a mischievous grin on her lips, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, turned around on tiptoe and bent over to peel her panties down to her knees, giving Enoch an explicit view of her pussy lips.

"Is that better?" She teased, looking at him from between her legs.

Enoch nodded and stroked his cock, lustfully eyeing her juicy slit.

"What's the matter," she asked as she stood up and strutted over to the mantelpiece to pose provocatively, "cat got your tongue?"

"Nope," Enoch said and licked his lips, "but you can have it if you come over here."

"Promises, promises!" She said in a sing-song voice and leaned on the mantel to push her buttocks at him, wiggling them cheekily from side to side.

Enoch took another hit from the bong and enjoyed the show.

"What's this?" Sharon asked, noticing a small bottle on the shelf amidst a clutter of ornaments and smoking paraphernalia. She picked it up and read the label to herself. "Liquid Gold; what does it taste like?"

"Don'tdrink it, for fucks sake," Enoch warned her, almost choking on a lungful of smoke.

"Why?" she asked and turned to face him. "What does it do?"

"Give it to me," he demanded and put out his hand.

Sharon ignored him and unscrewed the top. "Phew! It reeks," she said and pulled her head away from the bottle.

"It'll blow your head off if you're not careful," Enoch said. "Come on, give it over."

"Bloody hell! I'm on fire." She exclaimed and swayed unsteadily on her feet.

A wave of heat spread through her body and made her clitoris tingle; dizziness obscured her vision and she felt, rather than saw, Enoch approach her. She gripped the bottle in both hands and put them behind her back, sticking her tongue out defiantly at him.

"Give it to me!"

"No!" She pouted. "Can't make me!"

"Oh, can't I?" Enoch wrestled her arms round and prised her fingers apart, taking the bottle easily.

"Not fair! Not fair!" She cried and tried to snatch the bottle back.

Enoch shrugged her off and held it out of reach.

"You want a hit?"

Sharon nodded.

"You know what to do." He grinned and looked down.

She fell to her knees and lavished his cock and balls with long swipes of her tongue, watching him take a deep snort of the pungent liquid in both nostrils; then he placed the bottle under her nose and pinched one side, holding her head still for her to inhale a longer hit than before. The rush assailed her senses and made her mouth water, and she sucked him voraciously until her heart pounded. She vaguely heard him tell her to 'suck harder' then his voice was drowned out by the rush of blood to her head. It surged through her mind and around her body to explode between her legs in an orgasm that shook her with its intensity.

Enoch watched her cum and managed to hold himself in control with difficulty. He pulled her head away and lifted her up onto the couch, took another hit and spread her trembling thighs open wide. He knew she was wary of such an intimate act but couldn't resist the pouting allure of her any longer, and slid his tongue up to tickle her clit. The hot, clean taste of her flesh made his mouth water and he took the soft lips of her pussy in a moist embrace, kissing and sucking them gently despite the raging urge to gobble her up.