Throughout recorded history, and especially during times of war when husbands and lovers are gone for long periods of time, women have sought out teen and pre-teen lovers to satisfy their normal sexual desires.
And even in time of peace happily married women, widows, divorcees and spinsters have found delightful solace with young boys, inside the family and out; and, in some instances, their own offspring.
Why this unusual attraction for hairless youths who naturally develop their sexual prowess ahead of their female counterparts?
Ancient philosophers propounded many theories, and the solution has been sought through Freud, up to and including present day sexologists.
There are too many diverse schools of thought to cover them completely here. And with so many of these illicit affairs remaining totally secret, there are not sufficient recorded cases to provide a total picture. But several assumptions seem to be more logical than the others.
The first is the simple fact that the woman is lonely. Deprived of a normal sexual relationship with someone her own age, for whatever reason, and wary of being considered a common whore if she solicited grown men, she turns her attention to easily seduced, and oft times virginal, boys.
What is surprising in these cases, is the woman's seemingly total unawareness of youthful bragging, and the absolute inability of a child to keep his sexual exploits secret. It is socially incumbent upon a young male to brag about his conquests to his pals, whether she is the school slut or his older next door neighbor.
The second most prominent theory advanced about this type affair is that the woman is attempting at all costs to regain her youth via a little-boy lover. This type of woman dreads getting older, and usually finds sex with her husband or boyfriend less enjoyable than it once was.
She feels less attractive with sagging breasts, veined legs and a tummy that protrudes too far. In her mind, she must recapture the ecstatic thrills of teenage and early twenties sex, and she is certain that the conquest of a young boy, preferably virginal, will bring back the exciting and heart pounding pleasures of copulation.
The third, but by no means the rarest, is the aging spinster who may or may not have experienced the pleasures of sex. Usually these women fear the make-believe ravages of an adult male for real or imagined reasons. Therefore, they feel more secure and safe with a young lad who, they are sure, will not attack them sadistically, but rather will allow themselves to be guided slowly and lovingly into blissful affairs.
But ... all things are not black or white. In Frances Madero's we find bits and pieces of all these theories tied together to form an exciting story.
CAROL DUNLEVY, an older woman, separated and facing divorce, finds herself offering a home to a tragically orphaned young boy. Sympathy, then finally uncontrollable desire for the lad, lead them almost immediately into a lustful, erotic affair.
An over-sexed teenage babysitter, a nymphomaniac neighbor, and an unusually well trained dog are also involved to provide the reader with a tale that he will be hard put to forget.
Though entirely fictitious, we are sure the events and situations depicted herein will leave the reader with the certainty that they could have occurred in their own city ... perhaps even in their own neighborhood.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Suck it, baby! Uuunngghhh! Whhuunngg! Goddamn! Suck that rod! Oh for Christ sake! Uuunngghh!"
The young blond-haired man sat naked on the couch, both arms spread out across the back as the woman's head bobbed up and down on his long, thick shaft. Her thick auburn hair covered his pelvis as she bobbed frantically on his distended tool, her lips making wet sucking sounds as she moaned deep in her throat.
"Uuummmm! Ummmmm! Uuuummmm!" The gleaming white cheeks of her ass quivered as she tugged and pulled on the young man's cock, her large heavy tits slapping against the inside of his thighs as she tried desperately to pull his hot, boiling cum from his balls.
She felt his piston swelling between her lips. Then, with a gigantic eruption, his hot sperm was squirting into her mouth in jets, slamming against her tonsils and flowing down her throat in waves as she swallowed greedily.
"UUUUMMMM! UUMMMM! UUUMMMM!" The woman's body vibrated and shivered as she gulped his sweet liquid. White cream ran in rivulets down the inside of her thighs while her well-formed ass gyrated in the air.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AARRGGHH! GODDAMN, CAROL!" he groaned. "GODDAMN! GODDAMN!" His head went back as his body jerked and twitched. Then he sagged limply.
Carol continued to suck and tongue the throbbing shaft until the last drops of hot cum had oozed from the tip. Then she licked his shaft from base to end before lifting her head to smile at the young man.
"How was that, Lenny?" she asked softly, licking her lips. "As good as ever?"
"Uh huh," he groaned. "You really know how to blow a dick, don't you?"
"I try, dear. I try."
The tall redhead got to her feet. She was an older woman, and her breasts had begun to sag. Her legs were slightly veined and the once flat tummy now protruded a bit. But with all that, she was still an attractive woman, even though she showed the effects of a lot of mileage.
"Oh, Lenny," she whimpered. "It's so good to have you here."
She stared down at his still jerking prick. With the foreskin back, the huge, purple bulb at the end glistened wetly with her saliva and as she stood staring, the flow of cream from her cunt increased. Smiling at him tenderly, she climbed up on the couch to straddle his thick pecker.
"My turn now, darling," she cooed, reaching down between her legs to grease the end of his dick with her milk. After rubbing the hot tip in her crevice for a few moments, she slipped the fiery tip into her tunnel, then began sliding down, forcing the hairy poker into her twat.
"Ohhhh, Lenny!" she moaned. "What a gorgeous cock! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever had inside me. Ohhhhh! Uuuummmm!"
Lenny grinned at her as she settled her pussy down on his tool. "It's the biggest fucking prick you've ever seen, I'll bet."
"It sure is, honey. And I love every inch of it." Carol cupped a creamy titty in her hand, then leaned forward to brush the hard nipple across his lips as she continued to drop down on his staff.
The young man put his hands on her hips, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth to take the huge titty she was offering. As he began to suck thirstily, Carol rose then slid down gently again on his pulsating rod.
Their movements were slow at first, then faster and faster as they built up to their climaxes.
She felt his hot cum slam into her uterus, She felt his hot cum slam into her uterus, spraying her tube with squirting jets just as her own orgasm sent quivers of delight through her body. Her face turned upward as her back arched. She stiffened, letting the delicious sensation flow through her limbs as the gusher in her twat turned to a seeping trickle.
"Ohhhhh, Lenny," she crooned, throwing herself forward to wrap her arms around his neck. "Lenny! Lenny! Oh dear God! You fuck so nicely! It's heaven to have you here with me!" She sighed heavily then let her body go limp.
Lenny held her tightly for a few moments, until his breathing had returned to normal, then he gently pushed her back, guiding her up and off his throbbing prong.
"That's enough for tonight," he muttered. "I'm about done in. Get me a drink, will you?"
"Sure, honey," she said, backing off to stand on the floor, white fluid dripping from her wet cunt onto the rich rug. "Same thing?"
"Uh huh. Not too much ice."
Carol pranced to a small bar against the wall and made two bourbon and water highballs. When she had finished mixing them, she took two napkins from a stack there and wiped her cunt, tossing the damp paper into a nearby wastebasket. Then she returned to the couch, handed Lenny a glass, and sat down next to him.
"You know, dear," she said quietly, "I can hardly wait until you come here for nights like this. You don't know how much I need you."
The young man looked at her almost scornfully then took a long swallow from the glass. "I think I do, Carol. I think I know what you need."
"Well, I've never tried to keep it a secret from you," she said hesitantly, reaching for the cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table. "You ... you do enjoy it, don't you?"
"Sure," he replied, taking an offered cigarette. "I like it. And I like the money, too."
"You ... you think I'm buying you, don't you? You think I give you that money just to make you come back to me."
Lenny took a deep drag off the cigarette, blew the smoke towards the ceiling then leaned back, glass in hand.
"Well, aren't you?" he said mockingly. "You wouldn't have to give me any money, you know. I mean, I didn't ask for it or anything, did I?"
"No. No, you didn't. But I ... I just wanted to show my appreciation. And I know my husband isn't paying you very much."
"That's for damned sure. Even with my commissions, I couldn't live the way I'd like to. Hell, Carol, don't get the idea I'm complaining. I like it this way. I don't mind being a male whore."
Carol looked at him sharply, her green eyes flashing. "Damn you! Did you have to say that and ruin the whole thing? I'm not paying you to fuck me. I give you the money because I like you. I'm not hiring your cock!"
"Ahh, come off it, Carol. We both know what the score is. You haven't lived with your old man for almost a year. You need a good fuck every once in a while just like everyone else does. And I was available."
Carol stood up and began pacing the room, her large tits swaying as she strode back and forth. "If that's the way you think it is, why don't you stop coming here? You don't have to you know. No one's making you."
The young man leaned forward and gazed at her coldly. "I come here for two reasons, Carol. One, I work for your husband and he tells me to bring the records out twice a week so you can make like a bookkeeper. Secondly, you're a pretty good fuck. But let's face it, you're no young chick you know."
Carol glared at him, then turned to the bar to add some more bourbon to her glass. With her back towards him she said, "I suppose you'd rather be out trying to make some sweet young virgin. They're not all that hot, you know. Just because they're tight doesn't mean they're a good piece of ass."
"You're right," he said loudly. "But at least they're not old enough to be my mother. For Crissake, do you think I'm in love with you or something?"
Carol swallowed hard several times, then turned away from the bar still not looking at him. "No," she said quietly. "I don't think you're in love with me.
Lenny got to his feet and carried his glass over for a refill, sloshing the glass half full of bourbon. "Damn right I'm not," he said hotly. "I give you something. You give me something. And that's fair enough."
Carol had moved to a chair facing the couch and sat down, her hand trembling so hard the ice was clinking in her highball. "Does ... does that mean you ... don't want to come here any more?"
"Don't be stupid," he snarled, spinning around. "I have to come. It's part of my job. But I don't have to fuck you when I do. You got that straight? What the hell do you think George would say if he found out about us?"
Carol nodded silently. "I know. I know what he'd do. You didn't have to bring that up."
"Okay then." Lenny sat back down on the couch and lit a cigarette. "Now let's get down to business. I want to buy a new car, and I'm about four hundred short. How about letting me have it? I'll pay you back as soon as I can."
"I can't." Carol shook her head sadly. "I don't have it. George only gives me so much spending money, and I've given most of that to you. I don't have hardly any money in the bank."
"Get it from George then. Tell him you need some more money. He'll give it to you. You're still his wife, even though you are separated. What's his is yours too, you know."
"He wouldn't do it, Lenny. Even if he did, he'd want to know what it was for. And I couldn't very well tell him, could I?" Her eyes were wet as she raised her head to take a drink from the glass.
"You can find a way. Tell him you want to buy some new clothes or something. When I pay you back, you can buy some stuff. It's not all that difficult."
"No, Lenny. I just can't. If I have to talk to him again, it will just mean another argument. I don't want to go through that."
"All right then, goddamn it!" Lenny said angrily. "I'll figure out some other place to get the money. And you find some one else to give you a fuck."
He drained his glass, stood up, and went to the chair where his clothes were draped to begin dressing. "We'll both find some other way to solve our problems."
Carol watched him get into his clothes and noticed that he was a little unsteady. He fell against the chair as he was putting his pants on and his eyes were glassy as he glared across the room at her.
He was a beautiful young man; only twenty years old and full of vitality. He had a magnificent build and a handsome face. But that wasn't what Carol would miss if she didn't see him again. The big loss would be his over-sized cock that had thrilled her so much both in her mouth and in her pussy. She couldn't bear to lose that.
"Oh, Lenny! Please!" she begged. "Don't leave like this! Maybe we can work something out. I can't go to George, but maybe I could go to the bank or something. I want to try. I want to...!"
"Never mind," he interrupted her. "I was getting kinda tired of fucking an old bag like you anyway. I'll keep bringing the stuff out here, like your old man wants me to, but that's it. No more screwing. I'll find me some young chick that can appreciate this dick of mine."
He finished buttoning his shirt then crossed the room, grabbing his glass from the coffee table and heading towards the bar. He spilled a healthy shot into the glass and downed it in one gulp. Then he reeled to the front door, stopping with his hand on the knob.
"Be seeing you, baby," he said, a sneer on his lips. "Hope you can find some other young stud to take my place." With that, he opened the door and left.
Carol sat staring at the closed door, her hand pressed tightly against her wet, hairy cunt as though to reassure her pussy. She desperately wanted to run after him, but she knew in his frame of mind he would never listen. She would have to wait until he came back again next Wednesday. Then she could talk to him more rationally, when he hadn't had so much to drink.
Wiping her dewy eyes with the back of her hand, Carol went back to the bar to fix herself another drink to steady her nerves. She heard the loud roar of Lenny's car as he started up in the driveway. Then there was a shrieking squeal of tires as he backed out the long entry-way into the street.
The bottle dropped from her hand when she heard a horrendous crash thunder in through the open windows, and the grinding, tearing sound of metal against metal.
She stood rooted, frozen with fear for a few moments until the air splitting sounds of a violent collision stopped vibrating the air. Then she dashed to the heavily draped front windows to peer out.
In the street, directly in front of her house, were the crumpled remains of two vehicles, one of them Lenny's. His little sports car was on its side, and the other car had been turned over on its top. She bit her knuckle to stifle a scream, then sank weakly to her knees on the rug.
As she peered out from behind the drapes, people came running from the neighboring houses, shouting for someone to call an ambulance and the police. She wanted to hurry out herself, but she was afraid of what she might find. Her body trembled violently as she squatted at the window, staring with unseeing eyes at the crowd that was forming around the mangled wreckage.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "Oh, my God! Not Lenny! Not my dear Lenny! Not my sweet, beautiful Lenny!"
Sirens were wailing in the distance before she began to recover. Getting to her feet on wobbly legs, she snatched up her discarded nightgown and hurried to her bedroom to dress before going outside. After putting on a sweater and slacks, she quickly ran a brush through her hair then hurried back to the front door.
Carol stepped out into the darkness, but could only walk a few feet down her sidewalk before she stopped. She couldn't bring herself to go any closer. If anything had happened to Lenny, she knew she would go into hysterics. She wanted to know how he was, but at the same time she was afraid to find out.
"Oh, Carol," a woman's voice called. "Carol! Did you see it?"
The young woman came running up the sidewalk towards her, dressed in a nightgown and short housecoat, her hair up in curlers. When she came closer, Carol recognized her as Mary Hart, a neighbor that lived across the street.
"Did you see that, Carol?" the younger woman gasped as she came up. "My God! It was terrible! Just terrible. I think they're all dead."
Carol felt weak and thought she was going to faint. "Oh, my God!" she muttered.
"That sports car must have hit the Allen's car broadside. Turned it completely over. Ohh, I hope they're not dead."
"The Aliens?" Carol swallowed hard. "The Aliens across the street?"
"Yes. It was their car. They went out for dinner tonight. They must have just been coming home. Oh, poor little Donnie. I hope he didn't see anything."
Carol was shaking violently from fear and anguish. "Are ... are you sure?" she said almost in a whisper. "Couldn't they just be ... unconscious ... or something?"
"Oh, I hope so, Carol. But I don't think so. There's the ambulance now."
The ambulance and police car arrived almost simultaneously, their red lights flashing. Both women stared intently as the attendants and officers went about their grisly business. They watched intently, though they couldn't see very much because of the crowd. But when the third stretcher was loaded into the ambulance, the still form covered from head to toe with a white sheet, Carol knew the worst had happened.
"Ohh, my God!" she gasped. "My, God! My, God! My, God!"
Mary Hart was sobbing silently next to her, her shoulders shaking. Carol wanted to cry, but couldn't. Lenny was gone. He was really gone. And nothing could ever bring him back now.
When the ambulance sped away, Mary dried her eyes on the sleeve of her housecoat and took several deep breaths. "Well, I guess I'd better go see what I can do for little Donnie. That poor kid. What a terrible thing to happen." She began walking slowly down the sidewalk.
Carol turned around and blindly sought her front door. Closing it behind her, she leaned against it heavily for a few minutes, breathing hard against the constriction in her chest. Then she walked to the bar and picked up the fallen bottle. There wasn't much left in it, so she opened a fresh one and poured a tumbler half full, drinking it down as though it were water.
She lit a cigarette with trembling hands and sat down to stare blankly into space, thinking that only minutes before Lenny had been sitting here with her, his handsome, naked body within arms reach. But even with that painful memory, tears still wouldn't come.
She was jerked out of her trance by a loud rapping at the door. It took an effort for her to get up to answer it. Her body just didn't want to move.
Mary Hart stood there, her eyes red from crying. She had young Donnie Allen with her, and the boy's face looked strained and peaked.
"Can we come in, Carol?" Mary asked quietly. "We have to ask you a favor."
"Sure. C'mon in."
Donnie was still in his pajamas, and moved automatically as Mary guided him to the couch and sat him down. Then the woman turned to Carol.
"The poor kid has had a terrible shock. I'd ... I'd take him to my house but my three kids are terrified. Paul's trying to calm them down now. It wouldn't be good for Donnie to be there. Could you take him for tonight? There'd be less confusion here. And someone should watch after him."
Carol looked at the young boy. He was about eleven, as she recalled. A tall, husky boy for his age, with curly black hair and flashing black eyes. He had mowed her lawn several times. She felt terribly sorry for the young lad, but didn't feel she could take on the responsibility. Taking Mary by the arm, she led her into the kitchen.
"Mary, I just don't see how I can," she whispered. "I've never had any kids. I wouldn't really know what to do. Isn't there someone else that....."
"Not at this time of night, Carol. A babysitter was with him. That Debbie Martin. But she had to go home. She got sick. I really wouldn't trust any of the other neighbors with him right now. Please, Carol. The poor kid...."
The redhead rubbed her forehead then leaned against the wall. "I ... Oh, all right. I guess I can do it for one night, at least. Does he ... does he know they're dead?"
"Yes," Mary said angrily. "Some sonofabitch in the crowd had to blurt it out as I was bringing him across the street. I don't think he fully understands it yet, though." She paused. "Are you sure it's okay to leave him here?"
Carol sighed. "Sure. It's all right. I'll take care of him."
"Oh, good. I've got to get back to my own now. If you would, you could get some clothes from his house in the morning. I don't think it would be a good idea for him to go back there right now."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it." Carol patted her neighbor on the shoulder, then they went back into the living room.
Donnie was still sitting numbly on the couch, his eyes vacant. Mary walked over to kiss him on the forehead, then went to the door, waved silently and left.
"Would you...? Would you like something to eat ... or drink?" Carol asked hesitantly.
Donnie looked at her and shook his head wearily. "No thank you."
"Then I think it would be a good idea if you climbed into bed, honey," she said softly, taking his hand. "C'mon. I'll show you where you can sleep."
She guided the boy to the spare bedroom, showing him the bathroom on the way. Then she turned down the covers on the bed, tucked him in, and turned off the lamp.
"Goodnight, dear. I'll be right here if you want anything. I won't go to bed. I'll leave the door open so that you can call me. Okay?"
"Uh huh," the boy answered sleepily.
Carol stepped out of the room and walked quietly to the kitchen where she fixed a pot of coffee. It was going to be a long night, and she'd have to stay awake to watch over the boy. She got a cup and saucer from the cupboard, set them on the table, and was about to sit down when she heard soft sobbing sounds coming from the bedroom.
Hurrying back, she found Donnie lying with his hands over his face, crying quietly into the semi-darkness.
"Oh, honey," she crooned, climbing up on the bed next to him and cradling him in her arms. "That's all right, dear. You go right ahead and cry. It's perfectly all right. There, there."
She nestled his face against her breasts, talking softly and patting his head gently. It was almost an hour before he had cried himself to sleep and his breathing was even.
She slipped her arm from under his head, laid him back on the pillow, then quietly left the room. Perhaps having him here was the best thing that could have happened to her. At least it would take her mind off Lenny. Her dear, sweet Lenny. God, how she was going to miss him.
She went back into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down and lit a cigarette. But before she could taste the hot, black liquid her head was in her arms and she was crying uncontrollably.
CHAPTER TWO
When the crying jag was over, Carol felt exhausted. She went to the sink and washed her face in cold water. She felt more tired than she had in a long time, but knew she had the responsibility of the little orphan in the next room for at least a few more hours.
When she returned to the table, she glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost one in the morning. Picking up her now cool cup of coffee, she turned to the sink to dump it out when the doorbell sounded. She put the cup and saucer on the counter and went to answer it.
"Good evening, Ma'am." A uniformed policeman stood on the doorstep with a clipboard in his hand. He was tall, with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes. At that moment he looked very tired. "Could I speak to you for a few minutes?"
"Why, certainly. Please come in." Carol ushered him to a chair, then sat down across from him on the couch, lighting a cigarette as the officer gazed around the room appreciatively.
"Very nice place you have here."
"Thank you. I suppose you're here about the accident."
"Yes Ma'am." He adjusted the clipboard on his knee and directed his steely gaze at her. "I suppose you've heard that all three of the passengers are dead."
Carol nodded. "Yes. I saw them being put in the ambulance. It was just terrible."
"I have to agree," the policeman nodded. "It ... it seems as though the little sports car was backing out of your driveway. The driver's name was, let's see ... ahh ... a Lenny Carter. Did you know him?"
"Yes. He was ... he was a salesman. He worked for my husband."
"I see. And your name is ... Mrs. George Dunlevy? Is that right?"
"Yes. My husband owns Acme Furniture."
"Then Mr. Carter was here on business?"
Carol hesitated. She didn't know exactly how much to say, but Lenny had brought the records from the office, so it really was business. "Yes. Yes, that's right. It was on business."
"May I ask in what way, Mrs. Dunlevy?"
"Yes. He ... he brought out the records from Acme. I'm ... I'm the bookkeeper. I keep all the records here at home from my husband."
"Is he here now?"
"No." Carol paused. "No, we're separated.
We've been separated for over a year."
"I see." The officer made some notes, then looked up. "He was just leaving when the accident happened. Is that right?"
"That's right. He just dropped off the records and then left. I heard the accident. I saw what had happened, but I couldn't go out there. It was ... it was just too much."
The policeman grunted and made some more notes. "He must have been in a helluva hurry. He really plowed into that other car. Must have been doing forty in reverse, near as we can figure. Was he pi ... mad about anything when he left?"
Carol felt her breath catch in her throat. What should she say? "I really couldn't say, officer. I have no idea."
"It's Sergeant Kosko, Ma'am. Was, ahhhhh, was Carter drunk when he was here? Or had he been drinking?"
"Oh, God!" Carol thought. "What can I say to that? If they found out he'd been drinking here...!"
"I honestly couldn't say, Sergeant."
"How long was he here, Ma'am?"
"Longer than usual. He ... he wanted to ask me about a few things."
"I see. Ten minutes? Fifteen? How long would you say?"
Carol was scared. It she didn't think up something good, there would be hell to pay. "I think about an hour, Sergeant. He was asking my advice on some ... personal matters, and we sat and chatted for a while. I don't know exactly how long, but I think about an hour."
"Okay." The sergeant sighed and made a few more notes then stood up. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Dunlevy. I think that will be all. Damn shame. I understand you have the little Allen boy here with you now. I'm sure his folks would have appreciated that." He went to the door and opened it. "If there are any more questions, I'll let you know. Thank you very much again. Good night."
When the officer had gone, Carol went quickly to the bar and poured herself another drink. She wondered if the neighbors had noticed how long Lenny had been there, and how long he had been parked there during the several months he had been making the trip. If word got back to George, he'd divorce her and cut her off without a dime. That is, if he could prove anything. She watered the bourbon down and added some ice. Then she sat down to plan what her story would be.
The night's events and the bourbon eventually took their toll. Carol stretched out on the couch and went to sleep. When she awoke the sun was up and her head was pounding.
On her way to the bathroom for aspirin, she looked in on young Donnie and saw that he was still sound asleep. She closed the door quietly, then went into the bathroom. She took two aspirin, stood under the shower for a full ten minutes, then went to her bedroom to dress.
Thinking that she would probably be seeing quite a few people that morning, she went all the way. Her best bra, a girdle, stockings; and finally a tight fitting turquoise knit dress that set off her red hair and green eyes. After brushing her hair out thoroughly she went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.
As she was standing at the sink refilling the pot, there was a soft rap at the back door, then it opened. The man who came in was tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair that was graying at the temples. His face was weather-beaten, and there were smile marks at the side of each eye. He was wearing an old shirt and pants, and a pair of scuffed-up loafers.
"Morning Carol. Thought I'd catch you up."
"Good morning, Fred. I didn't think you'd be here this morning, after what happened last night."
"Yeah. That was terrible, wasn't it? I didn't go over, though. Can't stand those things. They make me nervous. Thank God it didn't wake my wife up. It would have taken me a couple of hours to get her back to sleep again." He sat down at the kitchen table, rested his elbows and smiled at her.
Carol put the lid on the pot and plugged it in, then walked over to him. "I don't think you should be here this morning, Fred. The ... the Allen boy is here. Mary Hart brought him over after the ... the accident. There was no one else to take care of him, I guess. He's in the spare bedroom sleeping right now. But he might wake up at any time."
"Oh? Well, that was kind of you. But I wish you hadn't. I was kind of counting on this morning. It's been a long week." He winked at her.
Carol sat down, waiting while the coffee perked. "Fred, we just can't do anything this morning. Not with him here. There's always the chance that he'd catch us."
Fred leaned across the table and put a hand on her arm. "Carol, don't do this to me. You know how hard it is to have a crippled wife. You're the only one I've got. I know my sneaking over here every Sunday morning isn't much, but it's the only release I have."
"I know, Fred. I know. And I'm happy that you think of me that way. But we can't this morning. We just can't."
"My cock is hard already. The sonofabitch is about ready to bust open, and my nuts hurt. Please, Carol? We can grab a quickie before he wakes up."
She pulled her arm away and stood up. "No, Fred. We just can't. Maybe later, when ... when I get rid of him. But not now."
"I can't come back. Ann's mother is coming over this morning. She bought Ann a new wheel chair. I won't be able to make it again. Please?"
Fred stood up quickly. There was a huge mound in his pants, pushing at his fly. He unzipped them quickly, yanking out his swollen tool. "Look at that, baby! See what you do to me? Look at that!"
She glanced down at the throbbing rod. The thick, hair covered shaft was pointed directly at her, the purple tip peeking through the taut, stretched foreskin, a tiny drop of liquid oozing from the slit at the end.
"Ohhh, Fred," she moaned, feeling her knees go weak. "Put it away. My, God! You're going to get me so hot...! Please, Fred! Please!"
"Just pull your dress up, baby," Fred said moving around the table. "Just pull your dress up and I'll stick it in from behind."
"I can't. I've got my girdle on. I'd have to take it off and everything. Please, Fred!" Her eyes were still fastened on his tool as he moved closer to her.
"Will you blow me then, baby? Will you suck me off? Jesus, I've got to have some relief. My fucking nuts are killing me."
Carol's uterus was contracting spasmodically as she stared down at the pulsating poker. With Lenny gone, this was the only prick she could have now, and she had to take care of it no matter what. Milk was seeping into her panties from her dilated twat, and the insides of her thighs were twitching. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around the hard, hairy shaft and moaned.
"All right, Fred. Just once. Sit down in the chair."
Fred dropped down. Her hand was still on his dong as she knelt between his legs, careful not to kneel on her dress. He leaned back as her face neared the end of his dong, then watched with delicious delight as her tongue came out and began rimming the end of his dick.
"Uuuunnggghhh! Carol! Oh, Jesus, Carol! What a beautiful mouth! Oh, God! Suck me! Suck it off, honey!"
Using her lips and tongue, she forced the foreskin back from the tip, then rimmed and tongued the fiery, swollen, purple bulb.
"Uuunnnggghhh ! Whhhuuunnnggg! Whhhuuuffff! Carol! Oh, Jesus, Carol! Suck it, baby! Suck it!" Fred was gripping the seat of the chair with both hands, his body quivering as her hot lips and tongue moved over and around the end of his dick.
"Suck it!" he gasped. "Blow me! Oh, Jesus, Carol!"
"Uuuuummmmm! Uuummmm!" She opened her mouth and slipped it down over his tool, engulfing it with her hot mouth. The sweet, salty taste of his piston sent thrills of desire shooting out from her womb. She began slurping and sucking on the thick pecker hungrily, gripping the base of this tool as she licked and tongued and sucked."
"AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! UUUUNNNGGGHHH! CAROL! GODDAMN!
BLOW ME! CAROL! JESUS!" He was hunching up at her face now, thrusting his long dick at her mouth, forcing her to take as much of his swollen dong as she could.
"UUUUUMMMMM! UUUUUMMMMM! UUUUMMMMM!" Carol was frantically sucking and slurping, pulling his boiling cum from his nuts, ecstatic with the feel of his slippery prick sliding in and out of her mouth so effortlessly. Her ass swiveled and gyrated. "UUUUUMMMMM! UUUUUMMMMM!"
His hot juices were spurting into her mouth, washing past her tonsils and down her throat as she swallowed thirstily. Nothing could taste sweeter than hot, fresh male juice.
"UUUUMMMMM! UUUUUUMMMMMM!" Carol continued to nod and bob her head on his stiff dick as the last of his fluid seeped from the tip. She sucked it dry, then licked the head and shaft carefully before settling back on her haunches to smile up at him. "Feel better now?" she asked, smiling.
Fred was limp in the chair, his head lolling from shoulder to shoulder, his eyes half closed. "God, yes!" he gasped. "That was beautiful! I don't know what I'd do without you, Carol."
"Okay. Stick it back in now," she said standing up, smoothing her skirt. "We can have a cup of coffee, then you'll have to get back to your house."
In the doorway to the hall, young Donnie backed away quickly, then hurried to his room. The sound of voices had awoke him. He hadn't meant to spy on Mrs. Dunlevy and Mr. Simpson, but when he had seen what she was doing to him, he couldn't tear himself away.
And now his prick was hard and stiff, pushing his pajamas out like a tent. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers up, trying to hide his hard-on and forget that he had seen Mrs. Dunlevy suck a cock. But he couldn't forget, and his prick didn't soften.
His hand crept down to the fly of his pajamas, and he pulled his swollen, throbbing pecker out. Slowly, he began stroking it, squirming his ass as he thought about Mr. Simpson's cock in Mrs. Dunlevy's mouth. He wished she'd do that to him. Just once! Just put her mouth over his dick and suck and suck and suck!
His hand moved more quickly, pumping on his dick, his boyish body shivering as the delightful sensation throbbed in his loins. His ass lifted off the bed as he pounded and pumped on his pecker.
Then suddenly it was shooting out, the hot cream glancing off the sheet and dripping down on his arm. When the spurts had ceased, he laid back and sighed heavily, just as he heard the doorbell ring.
Carol jumped up from the table quickly. "Fred, you'd better go now. I don't have any idea who that might be. Why don't you try and come back later. After I've gotten rid of the boy."
"I'll try. But I don't see how," Fred said, standing up and going to the back door. "Thanks a lot, Carol. I sure appreciate it." He glanced down at his fly to make sure it was zipped, then went out the door.
When Carol opened the front door, she was surprised to see Debbie Martin, the young girl who had been taking care of Donnie the night before. She was a very homely young girl, but had a body that would have made any woman proud; large, well-shaped tits, small waist, nicely rounded hips and long shapely legs. Her husband had often said that if they didn't count the face, Debbie could be a Miss America.
"Hi, Mrs. Dunlevy," the girl said shyly. "I ... I stopped by to see how Donnie was. I felt real bad about last night, but ... I got so sick after the accident, I couldn't watch him any more."
"I can understand that, dear," Carol said graciously. "Why don't you come in a minute?" When she had closed the door, Carol said, "He's still sleeping, honey. That was a pretty bad night for him. I imagine he'll probably stay in bed for a while. But I would appreciate it if you would stay here for a few minutes. I want to run across the street and talk to Mrs. Hart. Do you have the time?"
"Oh, sure. Sure. I wouldn't mind at all. I feel so bad about not being able to stick around last night, but...."
"You don't have to apologize to me, honey. Just keep an eye on things until I get back, will you? I won't be very long."
"Okay. I'll just sit here in the living room."
Carol picked up her purse and went out the door. She wanted to find out from Mary Hart just how much the neighbors knew about Lenny's visits. She was sure that Sergeant Kosko would probably be back for more questions, and she didn't want to say something that the neighbors would refute.
As she crossed the street, she noticed the deep scratches in the asphalt and the burn spots where the flares had been. Other than that, the wrecker crew had pretty well cleaned up. There was little evidence that three people had died there only a few hours before.
As soon as Carol had gone out the door, Debbie turned and went down the hallway to find the room Donnie was sleeping in. She hit the right door first, and when she opened it Donnie looked at her with a strange expression on his face.
"Debbie! What ... what are you doing here?"
"I had to talk to you," the girl said quickly, walking to the bed. "You didn't ... you didn't say anything about us, did you?" she asked, urgently. "I mean ... I mean about what we did last night?"
"Huh uh. I didn't talk to ... to anybody. I won't say anything, Debbie. Honest."
"You better not," she said. "We'd both be in a lot of trouble." The homely young girl with the fantastic body sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Jeez, Donnie. I'm sure sorry ... about your parents. They were real nice."
"Yeah," the boy answered, quietly. "I know. I can't believe that....It just doesn't seem real."
"Are you okay? I mean, are you feeling all right?"
"Uh huh. I guess so. I ... I just did something, Debbie."
"What? Did you ... pee the bed or something?"
"No. Look." He jerked the covers from under her ass and then threw them back. Debbie saw the white cream on his hand and arm and on the sheet.
"Oh, Donnie," she moaned. "You shouldn't have done that. Not here. Wait a minute. I'll go get some toilet paper." The girl dashed from the room and returned with a handful of tissues. He wiped the sheet, then his arm and hand, then dried off his now wilted dick.
"Donnie! For Pete's sake! You can't do that here. What would Mrs. Dunlevy say?"
"I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. I...." He started to tell Debbie about Mrs.
Dunlevy and Mr. Simpson, but decided not to. He didn't think she would believe him anyway. "Are we ... are we still going to be able to ... to fuck and everything, Debbie?"
"Jeez, I don't know, kid. I don't know what's going to happen. For Godsakes, don't tell anybody about it." The girl threw the tissues in the waste basket then returned to stand near the bed, staring down at Donnie's softened pecker.
She wanted to grab it and hold it, but she didn't know how long Mrs. Dunlevy would be gone. Last night, she'd sucked him and fucked him and done everything to him. And now she wanted to do it again. Her cunt was aching to have his man-sized prick inside her, but she was too scared.
"I sure liked last night," Donnie said softly, looking at her large tits timidly. "Especially when you let me stick it in you. I didn't know your ... cunt could feel so good."
"I liked fucking you too, kid. But we can't ever let anyone know about it. Okay?"
"Okay. Did you bring some of my clothes?"
"No, I didn't know whether they were here or not. Mrs. Dunlevy will probably get them."
"Would you ... would you just hold it for a while?" he asked. "Just put your hand on it?"
Debbie felt her twat dilating as she watched his shaft slowly harden into a full erection. The temptation was too much, and slowly her hand reached out for the jerking, pulsating staff. Just then they heard the front door open.
Donnie quickly threw the covers over him as Debbie stepped to the doorway. Out of fear of Mrs. Dunlevy, his hardening dick began to wilt again, thankfully. '
"Oh, there you are," Carol said coming down the hall. "Is Donnie up now?"
"Yes," Debbie said. "He just woke up. He wanted to know if he had any clothes to put on."
"Oh, darn. I forgot all about that. Would you do me a favor, Debbie, and run over to Mrs. Hart's and get the key? Bring him everything he needs, including shoes and things. I'll have him take a shower, then he can have some breakfast."
"Sure I will," Debbie replied. "I'll go right now." She brushed past Carol and hurried to the front door.
Carol went into the bedroom, smiling at the boy in bed. "Well, young man. Do you feel better this morning?"
Donnie nodded at her and tried to grin. "Yes, Ma'am. I think I feel a lot better."
"Good. Then c'mon and get out of bed. You can take a nice hot shower, and by that time Debbie will be back with your clothes."
Carol stepped to the bed and tossed the covers back. The first thing she noticed was the wet spots on the sheets and on his pajamas. She wondered whether he had had a wet dream, or whether he'd been jacking off, but she didn't say anything.
His cock was still hanging out the opening of his pajamas, and she turned away while he stuffed it back in. But even the brief glimpse of his young tool made her cunt tingle with excitement.
"C'mon, Donnie," she said going towards the door. "I'll get some fresh towels and things out for you." She led the way into the bathroom and turned the water on for him. Then she put clean towels on the counter and went out, closing the door.
"Goddamn!" she thought to herself as she walked back to the living room. "J never thought a little boy like that could turn me on. I must be going crazy in my old age if I can let a little boy's cock get me hot." She couldn't get the sight of Donnie's youthful prick out of her mind as she waited patiently for Debbie to return.
A few minutes later Debbie came in the door with a bundle of clothing. She'd gotten everything that was necessary, from underwear out. "Here you go, Mrs. Dunlevy. I just took the first things that came to hand. And here's the key Mrs. Hart gave me. I locked up when I left."
"Thank you very much, dear. I certainly appreciate it. Would you like to stay here for breakfast with Donnie?"
"Oh, no. I can't. I have to go to church later on with my folks. Thanks anyway. I'm glad Donnie's all right. I was worried about him. It was such a terrible thing to happen."
"Yes, it was," Carol agreed. "Now we're all going to have to help him, aren't we?"
"Yes, we are. Well, I'll see you later. I'll drop in after church maybe. Tell Donnie goodbye for me."
Carol stood holding the pile of clothes, debating with herself. Then she walked down the hall to the spare bedroom and placed the pile on the bed. She put the shoes on the floor, then stood waiting until she heard the water being turned off in the bathroom. Walking slowly, she stepped into the hallway then waited a few moments before opening the bathroom door abruptly.
Donnie was standing in the middle of the small room, a towel across his shoulders, stark naked. His boyish cock was hanging down over his balls, light brown, curly hair covering them.
"Oh!" he said, looking up, startled.
"Your clothes are in the bedroom, dear," Carol said, smiling, trying to keep her eyes away from his young pecker. "You can go in and get dressed and I'll go start breakfast. Was the shower all right?"
The boy had yanked the towel from his shoulders and was trying to cover himself up, but he was fumbling clumsily and it kept dropping away. His face reddened as he looked at her.
"Yeah. Yeah," he stammered. "The ... the ... the ... the ... the shower was just fine."
"Good. I'll have breakfast on the table by the time you get there." Carol walked out of the room leaving the door open, and headed for the kitchen.
"Oh, God!" she moaned to herself. "This is too much! What's happening to me? I want him so bad my cunt hurts! This is terrible!"
She got out a frying pan and put it on the stove, then took bacon and eggs from the refrigerator. Nothing she could do or think of could erase the memory of that beautiful cock from her mind. She thought of how it would look at full erection; throbbing and beating, pulsing with each heart beat, the shaft hard and firm. Spasms surged in her womb, and her twat dilated as she thought of how it would be to wrap her lips around Donnie's beautiful tool.
Donnie finished drying off, then wrapped the towel around his waist before darting across the hallway to his bedroom. "She seen it!" he cried to himself. "She seen my cock! Oh, Jesus! If she just sucked me! Just once!" His prick was on the rise as he quickly slipped into his clothes. He tried to think of anything else that would take his mind off the imaginary dream of her sucking him, but it was difficult. Finally he forced himself to calm down, ran his fingers through his hair, then went into the kitchen.
The young boy and older woman stared at each other strangely before tearing their eyes away. Donnie sat down at the table and waited while Carol served him silently.
CHAPTER THREE
Donnie ate his breakfast slowly, toying with his food as though he had no appetite. Sitting across from him, Carol sipped her coffee as she gazed intently at the boy. It almost seemed she had never seen him before. His intelligent face was boyishly handsome, and his shoulders were much broader than she had remembered. And the memory of his beautiful young cock and balls made the insides of her thighs twitch.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dunlevy. That's all I can eat."
"That's all right, dear. Don't worry about it. We'll have lunch whenever you're hungry. Would you like to go watch television while I clean up the kitchen?"
"Yes. Thank you." Donnie got up, pushed his chair under the table, then smiled shyly at her before leaving the room.
Carol ran the dish water, then began the clean up operation. Her conversation with Mary had been revealing. Evidently all of the neighbors had become accustomed to Lenny's twice-a-week visit and had not paid any attention to what time he had arrived. She was certain that the police would have no reason to suspect what went on, but nevertheless she was nervous about it. If word ever got back to George, even the slightest suspicion, she knew what would happen. George was a vindictive sonofabitch, and he would cut her off without a dime.
Mary had also said that the boy had no other place to go in the city. As far as she knew, the boy's closest relative was over five hundred miles away, and they had yet to be notified of the accident. Though admittedly at first Carol had been hesitant about having Donnie stay with her, the situation had changed considerably. She now thought it would be very pleasant to have the boy around.
It was hard for her to keep her mind off Donnie's youthful prick and what she would like to do with it. She daydreamed about sucking and fucking him the entire time it took her to clean up the kitchen. By the time she was finished and hanging up the dishtowel, the crotch of her panties and girdle were soaking wet.
Before going into the living room, Carol tidied up the bathroom and put clean sheets on Donnie's bed. She looked carefully at the spots on the sheets and smelled them, knowing exactly what they were. "What a shame," she thought, "to waste all that young, sweet cream like that."
When she went into the living room, Donnie was sitting comfortably in the lounge chair watching the Sunday movie. He seemed to be intent, his gaze directly on the screen, apparently unconcerned about what had happened to his parents. Carol wondered whether it was delayed shock, or whether the boy had had no feeling at all for his mother and father.
"Well, Donnie? What would you like to do today? We could go to the movie or to the park. Or anything you'd like. You just name it."
Donnie watched her as she crossed the room to the couch and sat down, his eyes flicking over her full figure. When she leaned back, his gaze dropped to her nylon-covered legs, trying to see up into the dark area between her thighs.
"Oh, I don't know," he muttered. "Whatever you want."
"Well, why don't we just take a drive then? If anything looks good to us, we'll do it. Okay?"
"Sure, That's fine. I ... I don't want to put you out or anything. I've ... been a lot of trouble already, I guess."
Carol got up and crossed to him, bending over to kiss him on the forehead. "Now don't talk like that, dear. It's perfectly all right. You're at home here. Don't you worry about a thing." She straightened up. "If you'll wait a minute, I'll go put my face on and get my purse, then we'll go."
She had just turned to go down the hallway when the doorbell rang. Stopping almost in mid-stride, she swung around to answer the door. It was Sergeant Kosko, looking even more tired than he had the night before.
"Morning, Ma'am. Sorry to bother you again, but I have to ask you a few more questions. Is the boy still here?"
"Yes, he is. Why?"
"Well, in that case I'd rather talk to you out here. Would that be all right?"
Carol looked back at Donnie, who had gone back to the movie, then she stepped outside and shut the door behind her. "What is it, Sergeant? Is it about the boy?"
"No. Not really. It's about Mr. Carter. They completed the autopsies this morning." He paused and gave her a very searching stare. "They ... ahhhh ... they found quite a large quantity of alcohol in his blood, Mrs. Dunlevy. Would you know anything about that?"
"Why ... no." Carol's heart sank. She didn't think they would discover that. She didn't know that they would perform an autopsy on accident victims. "I ... I had no idea."
The officer pulled a small notebook from his shirt pocket and opened it. He read for a few moments, then looked up at her. "You said last night that he was here about an hour, is that right?"
"Yes. About that I guess. I don't remember exactly."
"And he didn't appear drunk then?"
"No. Not a bit. We just talked, that's all. About ... about personal things. It had nothing to do with business or anything."
"I see. Then when he left, he got into his car and drove off right away?"
"Well ... I don't remember exactly. I don't remember how long it was between the time he went out the door and the time I heard the accident."
"Did he have anything to drink here? Any booze at all?"
"Well, yes he did, Sergeant. I ... I gave him ... two drinks, I think. But that was all. Just two."
The sergeant nodded silently. "Well, he sure had a lot more than two according to the report. As a matter-of-fact, he was stewed to the gills. Could be he was one of those types that could hold it, though. You know what I mean. You wouldn't be able to tell he was drunk until he started to walk."
Carol was desperately trying to keep from trembling. Lenny was underage, and she would really be in for it if they thought he had gotten drunk at her house. She was about to say that she knew nothing about Lenny's drinking habits when Debbie came up the walk and interrupted them.
Carol introduced Debbie to the sergeant, then asked the girl to take Donnie over to his house to get some more clothes for the next day. Debbie agreed readily and went in the house to fetch the boy.
"Well, Mrs. Dunlevy," the sergeant said. "Under the circumstances, I think we should have a complete report on exactly what Mr. Carter did when he was here. What time he got here. What time he left. Things like that. The insurance companies are going to have to place the blame someplace, and they're going to need that information. We will too, as far as that goes."
Donnie and Debbie came out the door, nodded to the sergeant, then went down the sidewalk to cross the street.
"All right, Sergeant. Do you want it now?" Carol was almost petrified. She had had not time to think about this, and had no idea exactly what she was going to say.
"No. It won't be necessary today. I know that you've got your hands full with the boy. How about tomorrow morning? Say about nine? Why don't you come down to the station and we can get a complete report? Then we can have it typed up and you can sign it. All right?"
"Yes. That would be just fine."
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Dunlevy. I appreciate your time." The sergeant saluted, then turned and left.
Carol went inside the house almost numb with fear. She headed directly for the bar and poured a stiff shot of brandy, drinking it neat. The last twenty-four hours had been a catastrophe in her life, and she was going to have to struggle like hell to get it straightened out so that she wouldn't be hurt. She refilled the glass, then sat down to light a cigarette and plan what her story would be the following morning.
Across the street, Debbie followed Donnie into his bedroom and stood by the door while the boy began selecting things from the drawers in his dresser. He picked out some shorts and socks, then went to the closet and selected two pair of jeans and two shirts which he hung on the knob of the closet door. Turning around, he said, "Well I guess that's it."
"We don't have to go right back, you know," Debbie said quietly. "If you ... if you want to do anything, we can. Nobody will be coming in."
The boy looked at her full titties and shapely hips, remembering how she looked naked. His cock began to rise underneath his jeans. He knew what she meant, and he wanted it too.
"Shall ... shall we get undressed, Debbie?" Without waiting for an answer, the boy began unbuckling his belt. He unzipped his fly and began sliding his shorts and jeans down his legs, exposing his already stiffening dick.
Debbie gasped when she saw his tool and his down covered sack of balls. She quickly unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off over her head. Underneath, she was wearing only a bra and a pair of brief bikini panties. While Donnie pulled off his socks and yanked his shirt off, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, then skinned her panties down her long, well-shaped legs.
"Oh, Donnie," she moaned as she straightened up, staring at his now fully erect pecker. "What a beautiful cock! Oh, Jesus! Donnie!"
The boy's gaze was riveted first on her lush, pointed titties, gleaming white against her tan, then his eyes traveled down over her flat muscular tummy to the hairy triangle of her pelvis where the wet lips of her twat glistened in the dark bushy clump of hair. His prick was throbbing as they both walked to the bed.
The girl threw herself down on her back and pulled her knees up, spreading her thighs wide. "Oh, Donnie!" she groaned. "Fuck me! Stick that beautiful cock in me! Ohh, Jesus! I've missed you!" She held her arms out to him.
Donnie stood for a moment by the side of the bed, staring down at the wet, velvety folds of her cunt, milk oozing from the hole and down the lush valley to her asshole. His dong jerked with anticipation. The pink crevice looked good enough to eat, and though he'd heard about it, he had never tried it.
"C'mon, baby!" Debbie urged. "Get up here! Stick that cock in me! Coddamn! I can't wait! Oh, Jesus, Donnie! Don't tease!"
The boy clambered up on the bed between her legs, then laid down on top of her, crushing her beautiful titties against his chest. He punched at her cunny rapidly with his dong, trying to find the milk-filled tunnel.
"Wait!" she rasped. "Just a minute!"
Forcing her hand between them, Debbie reached down and clasped his hot dick, then she rubbed the tip all around her creamy canyon until the tip of his cock was well oiled. They were both whimpering by the time she inserted the fiery end into the opening and withdrew her hand.
"Shove it in!" she grunted. "Shove it all the way in! Oh, Jesus, Donnie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God! What a beautiful cock!"
"Uuuunnnggghhh! Whhhuuunnggg!" Donnie slipped his hands under her shoulders and gripped them, then hunched forward, stabbing his dick all the way in to the base with one gigantic lunge.
The tight tissues of Debbie's twat enveloped Donnie's piercing dick, squeezing it tightly as he hammered forward until the tip of his piston slammed against her uterus. He began pumping quickly, banging his pelvis into hers as he speared her over and over again with his swollen shaft.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGHHH! WHHHUUUNNNGG! JESUS, DEBBIE! WHAT A CUNT! OH, OH, FUCK! OH, JESUS! GODDAMN! UUNNGGHH! UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHH!"
Debbie wrapped her legs around the boy high on his waist, her heels digging into the crack of his ass as he pumped at her. She buried her face in his neck, moaning and groaning as she felt his hot dick piercing her sensitive tunnel again and again.
The wet sounds of fucking filled the room, mingled with moans and groans and the thwack of flesh against flesh. The boy's balls bounced off her asshole over and over as he hunched at her repeatedly, faster and faster.
"WHHHUUUUNNNGGGG! DEBBIE! OH, JESUS! DEBBIE! YOUR CUNT IS SO...! AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! GODDAMN, DEBBIE! I CAN'T HOLD IT MUCH LONGER! DEBBIE! OH, DEBBIE!"
"CUM, DONNIE!" she screamed. "CUM! CUM! SHOOT IT INTO ME! OH, FUCK! AAARRRGGGHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGHHH! STICK ME! FUCK ME! OH, GOD!"
The children squirmed and writhed, thrashed and wriggled as Donnie's huge piston slammed into her cunt again and again, their naked bodies closely entwined as they gasped and groaned.
Their bodies went rigid as his hot cum spewed into her pussy, exciting her to orgasm. She arched her back off the bed as Donnie's legs stiffened behind him. Then they both went limp, gasping for breath as shudders of delight vibrated through their bodies.
After several moments, Donnie pulled his still jerking prick from Debbie's cream-filled cunt and rolled off her on to his back. "I think we'd better get back now," he gasped. "Goddamn, that was fun!"
Debbie placed her hand over her twat and got off the bed to hurry to the bathroom to dispose of their mingled liquid. When she returned, Donnie was almost dressed.
"I'd sure like to do that again," Debbie said slipping her panties on. "Let's try real hard, shall we? Maybe you can sneak away from her or something."
"I'd sure like to," Donnie said buttoning his shirt. "I didn't know fucking was so cool. Jesus, you've got a tight cunt."
"Thank you," Debbie replied timidly as she slipped her large tits into the brassiere. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen."
Donnie waited till she was dressed, then he picked up his clothes and they went back to Carol's house together.
"Well that didn't take long," Carol said when they entered. "Did you get everything you need? Toothbrush and everything?"
"Oh, darn," Donnie said. "I forgot that. I'll go back and get it later. Okay?"
"There's no hurry, honey. Just put your things away in your room and we'll worry about the rest of the things later."
"I'd better be going now," Debbie said, standing by the door. "If there's anything you need, Mrs. Dunlevy, you just give me a call. You know my number, don't you?"
"Yes. I think I've got it written down someplace. And I want to thank you, Debbie. You've been a lot of help."
"No sweat," the girl said. "I'll see you later."
Carol got up and went back to the bedroom to help Donnie put his things away. He still seemed to be in good spirits, but Carol felt that the shock of the loss would hit him shortly. She wanted to keep his mind off it as much as she could, so she again suggested taking in a movie. The boy agreed readily.
They went downtown to a double feature matinee, then Carol took the boy to one of the better restaurants for dinner. It was past nine o'clock by the time they returned home, and Carol was beginning to feel the effects of the pressures and sleeplessness she had endured.
"Would you like a snack before you go to bed, Donnie?" Carol asked sleepily.
"No. No thanks. Dinner was plenty. I think I'll go right to bed, if it's all right?"
"Sure, honey. Go ahead. I'll see you in the morning."
Carol went to her room and undressed slowly. She knew she would have no trouble sleeping that night. She slipped into a shorty nightgown, because the boy was in the house, then turned out the lights and climbed under the covers.
She had almost drifted off to sleep when she heard soul-searing sobs coming from the next room. Jumping out of bed, she hurried in to Donnie. In the dim light, she could see his young body shaking.
"Oh, honey. Don't. Please don't," Carol said soothingly, sitting down on the bed next to him and patting his head. "Try to get some sleep. Don't think about it."
The boy didn't answer her, but turned to bury his face in his pillow.
"Would you like me to sleep with you, dear? Would it make you feel better?"
Without waiting for a reply, Carol got up and went around the bed and climbed in next to him. Craddling his head on her arm she pulled him close. He quieted almost immediately, then Carol could feel the pressure of his swelling shaft against her pelvis. The boy was getting a hard-on laying with her!
"Oh, Donnie. Honey." Carol pulled him even closer, pressing her cunt against him. "Oh, sweetheart. I can feel you." His hard prick was throbbing against her cunt, swelling to a full erection as he pressed tightly against her.
"Oh, Donnie!" she crooned. "Donnie! Donnie!"
Reaching down, Carol yanked her gown up, then reached into the fly of his pajamas to pull his hardened cock out. She pressed it against the hairy bush of her cunt, then held him tighter as she slowly began gyrating against it.
"Carol!" he whimpered. "Carol! Carol!" He began to hunch his ass when she slipped the tip of his hardened poker into her moist crevice. "Oh, God! Carol! Uuuuummmmmm!"
"It's all right, baby!" Carol cooed. "It's all right! I'll take care of you, baby! My poor, sweet, wonderful boy! I'll take care of you! Does that feel good? Do you like that?" She had raised her top leg and was slipping the hot end of his shaft in between the wet folds of her cunny.
"Uh huh!" the boy gasped. "That feels terrific. Why ... why are you doing this?"
"Because I think you're a wonderful boy, Donnie!" she whispered, "and I want to help you forget."
Gripping his ass, she pulled him even closer, forcing his jabbing shaft into her moist canyon. The tip of his dick slid easily over her sensitive clit, tickling the hard little nubbin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol was going wild with desire at the feel of Donnie's fiery young dick against her pussy. Her belly palpitated as contractions sped through her uterus, forcing her tunnel to dilate wide. She squirmed and twisted on his probing dong, shoving her tits against his chest as she writhed against him.
"Carol?" the boy whispered. "Would you ... would you suck it for me, please?"
She was shocked for a moment, unaware that the boy had any experience with sex. But her surprise gave way to passion. At that moment there was nothing she wanted more than to have his young shaft in her mouth. Pulling away from the boy, she sat up and yanked the gown off over her head.
"Take your pajamas off," she said quietly, throwing her gown on the floor. "We can't do anything with all those clothes on."
The boy scrambled out of bed and quickly stripped. Then he climbed back into bed naked, his swollen cock jerking as he laid down on his back. Carol got to her knees and crawled between his legs, pushing his thighs apart. Then she cupped his balls in her hand and bent low over his pulsating dong.
"Oh, Carol," he simpered. "Are you really going to? Are you really going to suck me off?"
"Of course I am, dear," she said softly. "I'd love to."
She began kissing his prick at the base, nuzzling the soft hair as she licked and tongued it to the tip. His cock smelled so sweet she couldn't believe it, and the taut skin of his dong was as smooth as velvet. Using her tongue and lips, she forced his foreskin back, then began rimming the hot bulb with her tongue, teasing the tiny slit at the end.
"Uuuuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Whhhuuuuffff! Oh, Jesus, Carol! Goddamn! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! No one has ever done that before! Uuunnnngggghhh! Oh, God! Jeez!"
"Uuuuummmmmm! Uuuummmm!" Carol had only the delicious tip in her mouth, and she was mouthing it lovingly, slurping loudly as she lipped and tongued his luscious little-boy cock. "Uuuuummmmm! Uuuuuuummmmm!"
"Oh, God, Carol! Jesus! That feels so good! Uuuuunnngghh! It feels just like a cunt! Only better! Suck it! Please! Suck it!
Whhuuuunnnggggg!"
The sweet taste of Donnie's delicious dick was thrilling to the older woman. She had never tasted anything so wonderful. Her ass twisted and writhed in the air as she bent down to nod her head on his dong, sucking and slurping as she pulled his roiling cum from his balls. She could go on sucking his prick forever! It was fantastic!"
"AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Donnie's ass was lifting off the bed as he tried to punch her mouth with his dick. He drew his legs up and spread them wide as delightful tingling sensations sped down his dick and into his balls. He had never been sucked before, and this was a new and exhilarating experience.
"Uuuuuummmmmm! Uuuuummmmmm! Uuuuuuummmmm!" Carol fondled the boy's nuts gently as she sucked and tugged on his stiff shaft. "Oh, cum, baby!" she thought. "Cum! Cum! Let me taste that sweet cream! Oh, God! Cum, honey! Cum!"
"CAAAARRRROOOOLLLL!" the boy groaned. "DO ... YOU, ... WANT ... ME....TO ... CUUUUUUMMMMM ... IN ... YOUR ... MOUTH? UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!"
Carol nodded quickly. "Uuuuuummmm hhhhhhmmmm!"
She couldn't take her mouth off his luscious pecker. She began nodding and bobbing her head more quickly, pushing her lips down on his shaft until the tip was touching her tonsils. How sweet! How wonderful! How delicious! Nothing could be more beautiful than sucking this boy's magnificent dick!
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!" The boy reached down and buried his fingers in her thick hair as he hunched and pumped wildly under her, squirming his ass, forcing his tool upward between her hot lips and into her wet mouth."
Carol felt his boiling cum surging up the length of his staff, then it was spurting and squirting into her mouth, spraying her throat and tonsils as she swallowed greedily.
"UUUMMMMMM! UUUUUMMMMMMM! UUUUUMMM!"
Cream was flowing down the inside of her thighs as Carol sucked the last drops of the young boy's juice from the end of his dick, letting it ooze out onto her tongue. She had never tasted anything so sweet, and the mere explosion of his fluid had almost brought her to a climax. She licked his rod off tenderly, then rose up.
"Well, Donnie?" she asked quietly. "How was that? Did you like it?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he gasped shuddering as his body relaxed back onto the mattress. "That was really cool. I ... I ... didn't know you ... wanted me to ... shoot off in your mouth."
"Why, that's the whole point of sucking you, honey," Carol said, smiling. "Do you think you could do it again? I mean ... do you think you could cum again?"
"I ., . I think so. What do you want to do?"
"You just lay there, sweetheart. I'll take care of it."
Carol pushed his legs together, then crawled up to straddle his still hard dick. She reached down between her legs and inserted his shaft into her hot creamy cunt, then she settled down on it slowly, forcing his dick upwards into her tight twat until the tip was punching against her womb.
"Oh, Carol! Uuuunngghh! Are you going to fuck me now? You're so hot inside. And so tight."
"I'm glad you like it, baby," Carol murmured, leaning over until the nipples of her tits were brushing against his hairless chest. "Just lay there and I'll show you what a cunt can really do. Does it feel good baby? I can feel you way up inside me."
"Uhhhh huuuuh!" the boy groaned. "God! You're squeezing me! You're squeezing my cock!"
"That's right, sweetheart," she said, grinning down at him. "Now just hang on."
Carol raised her ass slowly until only the head of his throbbing dick was inside her, then she slowly eased down, swirling her ass as she shoved her twat over his dick, enveloping it with her sensitive tissues.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Ohhh, damn, Donnie! What a beautiful shaft! Goddamn! Oh, I'd like to fuck you forever! You sweet wonderful boy! Whhuunngg!"
Swirling and squirming, Carol lifted and dropped her ass slowly at first, then picked up speed as she hammered on the boy's long piston. What a delight he was! What a pure, fucking delight!
"DONT ... WORRY ... I ... WILL," she grunted as she began corkscrewing her ass up and down on his boyish poker. The cheeks of her ass slapped against his thighs with a loud crack each time she pounded down on his dong.
The boy reached up with both hands to grasp and knead her large titties, arching his back and pumping upwards rhythmically with her downward movements. His eyes were tightly shut, and his teeth were clenched as he hunched up to her plunging pussy.
"UUNNGGHHH! WHHUUNNGGG! DONNIE! OH, JESUS! DONNIE! CAN YOU FEEL IT? CAN YOU FEEL IT WAY UP INSIDE ME? OH, GOD! AARRGGHHH! WHAT A MAGNIFICENT COCK!
OH, JESUS! DONNIE! MY SWEET BABY! MY BABY! WHHUUNNGGG!"
"CAROL!" he shouted. "CAROL! CAROL! I'M GOING TO ... OHHHHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
His hot cum jetted out the end of his dick in a squirting flood, slamming against the opening to her womb. Carol trembled and shivered as her climax sped through the nerve ends all over her body. She arched her back and turned her face toward the ceiling as she squealed with delight.
They lay with their bodies quivering and quaking for several moments, as they gasped for breath after their ecstatic orgasms. Then Carol slowly lifted her cunt from Donnie's throbbing shaft and rolled over to lay next to him, her chest heaving.
"Wheeewww!" Carol sighed. "That was almost too much. My God, Donnie. You're really something!"
"So are you," he grunted. "I ... I don't think I could do it again tonight."
Carol giggled. "Honey, you don't have to. Not tonight. That was almost too much for anybody. Why don't we try and get some sleep now?"
The boy turned on his side and moved up next to her, resting his head against her shoulder. Carol curled an arm around him, then snuggled down, enjoying the feeling of his naked body pressed tight against hers as they both drifted off to a much needed sleep.
The next morning both Carol and Donnie were slightly embarrassed over breakfast. They engaged in small talk, but carefully avoided looking at each other. Carol sent the boy to shower and get dressed while she cleaned up the house. Then she went in to take a shower and get ready for her appearance at the police station.
She wondered what to do about Donnie, and finally decided to take him with her. After making a quick check of the house, they stepped out the front door, heading for the car. Before they reached it however, Mary Hunt appeared in the street, calling for Carol.
"Hi. How are you this morning?" Carol responded as the woman came hurrying up.
"Just fine, thanks. Fine. I wonder if you would give me the key to Donnie's house? I sent the kids to the "Y" the morning, and I thought I'd clean up the place. Even though no one is staying there, it still gets dusty."
"Why, certainly, Mary," Carol replied, getting the key from her purse. "I'm sure they would appreciate that. It's very kind of you."
"It's the least I could do, I thought. Is...?"
She glanced at Donnie, then turned back to whisper, "Is Donnie taking it okay? I mean, he's not upset or anything, is he? "
"No, he seems to be bearing up under it very well. I have to go downtown to make a report about the accident, and I thought I'd take him with me."
"Oh, he'd just have to sit in the car and wait. Why don't you leave him here with me? He can help me over at the house."
"It's all right with me if he wants to," Carol turned to the boy. "Donnie, would you like to stay here with Mrs. Hart? It would be better than waiting in the car."
"Sure," he said. "I wanted to get my room straightened up anyway." The boy stepped up to the women. "Good morning, Mrs. Hart. How are you?"
"Fine, Donnie. I'd appreciate your help this morning." She handed the boy the key. "Why don't you go over and unlock the door? I'll be over in a minute."
When the boy had gone, Mary looked at Carol sadly. "Has anyone said anything to you about the ... the funeral? I don't know who would be making the arrangements. I didn't even think about it until this morning, that no one would be here to do it."
"No one said a thing to me," Carol said. "You said Donnie had some other relation...?"
"Yes, he does. I'm sure that their phone number must be over at his house. I'll look it up while I'm there, and see if I can call. Oh, it's just terrible. Just terrible."
"It certainly is. Well, I have to be going now. I'll drop in when I get back." Carol got in the car, waved at Mary, then started up and backed out.
Mary crossed the street slowly, then walked up to the Allen's house. Her two younger girls had always thought the boy was something special, but he had never paid them any attention at all. She wondered idly what the chances were of adopting him as she walked in through the open door. Donnie came out of his bedroom carrying a full wastebasket.
"I think I'd better get my room pretty clean," he said. "They ... they were always after me about it."
Mary sighed. "Yes, honey. I think that would be a good idea. I know they'd like that."
While the boy went outside, Mary took a look through all of the rooms. She had only been in the house twice, and had never really seen the place. It was comfortably furnished, and quite a bit like her own. She completed her tour and met Donnie in the kitchen as he was coming back in.
"Honey," she said softly. "I saw you come over here yesterday with Debbie. You were here quite a while. What were you doing?"
Donnie's face reddened. "Oh, I was just picking up some clothes and things."
"Well, it shouldn't have taken that long just to pick up a few clothes. Are you sure you weren't doing anything else?"
"No, Ma'am. Honest. That's all we were doing." The boy stared down sheepishly into the empty wastebasket, wondering why she was asking about it at all.
Mary ran her fingers through her light brown hair nervously, "I don't suppose it's any of my business, but you're a big boy now, and ... and Debbie's a big girl. It doesn't take much for ... for things to happen, you know."
Mary glanced down at the young boy's pelvis where the mound of his cock and balls were making a bulge in his jeans. She had been keeping an eye on him for a long time, wondering secretly what it would be like to have a young boy fuck her. He hadn't noticed that she was staring intently at the mound in his pants, and her crotch was getting wetter by the minute as she imagined what his tool looked like.
"Does ... does your mother have a pair of shorts I could put on?" she asked softly. "I shouldn't have worn this dress to clean the house, and I hate to run back to get something else."
"I'm sure she does," Donnie said. "But I wouldn't know where they are. I'll show you where you can look, though."
"Would you please? It would be a lot of help.
I'd hate to get my dress all dirty." She followed the boy into his parents' bedroom, where he pointed at the dresser.
"I think they're probably in there." When he turned around, Mary already had her dress off and was tossing it on the bed.
She was in her thirties, and had a beautiful figure. Her lush tits threatened to overflow the strapless bra, and her brief panties barely covered her hairy cunt. Donnie stopped short, his arm still extended toward the dresser, and stared at the dark bush that showed plainly under the thin material of her panties. Black hair curled out past the elastic, and he could see that her crotch was wet.
"I'll see if I can find something," she said quickly, avoiding his eyes as she went to the dresser and opened a drawer. She had to go through several before she found the one containing some shorts and halters. After rummaging for a few minutes, she took out a matched set of halter and shorts, red and white striped.
"Oh, those will do just fine," she said. "I can't wear that halter over this though."
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra, letting it fall past her waist to the floor. She looked over at Donnie, smiling when she saw his eyes bug at her full, conical tits with the pointed quarter-sized nipples. The bulge in his pants grew as they stood there, the boy staring at her fantastic figure and she with her eyes fixed on the swelling mound at his fly.
"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman?" Mary asked coyly.
"Oh, ahh, ahh, sure. Sure I have," the boy mumbled. "It's just that ... I...."
"Would you like to touch them Donnie? See what they feel like? They're real soft." She stepped up to the boy, then reached down and lifted his hands to her titties. "There, honey. Squeeze them. See how soft they are."
Donnie groaned and swallowed hard, letting her press his hands against her full tits. "Jeez, Mrs. Hart. I don't think...! Oh, God!"
Reaching down, Mary unzipped his fly, letting his hard dick pop out. "Oh, Donnie!" she crooned. "Oh, my! I never would have thought it would be so big! How wonderful it is!"
Wrapping her fingers around his swollen tool, she began stroking it gently with one hand as she pulled his face down to hers with the other. She placed her open mouth on his lips and forced her tongue into his mouth, whimpering as she pumped gently on his boyish staff.
Donnie returned her kiss then backed away, slightly shaken. "Mrs. Hart? Ahh, Mary? Ahhh...? You don't want me to...? I mean, we're not going to...."
"I don't see why not, Donnie," she whispered. "You want me, don't you? You want to stick me with your big man-sized cock, don't you? I just know you do." She dropped his dong, then skinned her panties down her long lithe legs. "Take your clothes off, sweet. I'll take care of that big old hard-on for you."
Donnie stared at her naked cunt with his jaw hanging down. His prick sticking out of his pants was jerking wildly. Grabbing at his buckle, he undid his belt and began taking his clothes off quickly. He didn't understand, but he wanted her as much as he had ever wanted anything.
"Oh, how lovely," Mary crooned when he had his clothes off. "What a beautiful prick. It's so big. It's as big as my husband's. C'mon, let's go to the bed."
Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him to the bed, then dropped back, taking him down on top of her. Reaching down between them, she grabbed frantically for his dick, then stuffed it immediately into her twat, pulling his ass towards her with her heels.
"OHHH, DONNIE!" she screamed. "DONNIE! DONNIE! AARRGGHHH! WHHUUNNGG! OH, GOD, BABY! MY GOD!"
Wrapping both arms around him, she held the boy tightly as he began hunching his ass, thrusting his dick deep into her tunnel, banging against her womb and pounding her pelvis with his.
"FUCK ME, HONEY! DON'T TALK! JUST FUCK! FUCK! OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, BABY! WHAT A MAN! WHAT A BOY! WHAT A MAN! OH, JESUS! OH, GOD! UUNNGGHHH! AARRGGHH!"
"OHHHHH, DONNIE! MY BABY! DONNIE! OH, JESUS! LOVER! LOVER! OH, GOD! THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL! SO WONDERFUL! UUUUMMM!"
When they finally got off the bed, they were both still quivering. Mary hurried to the bathroom while Donnie put his clothes back on. When she returned, she was smiling happily.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time, honey. And it was just like I thought it would be. Just perfect. You've got such a beautiful cock. And you certainly know how to use it."
"Ahh, thank you. Thank you very much. But shouldn't we be doing something now?"
Mary laughed gaily. "Yes, you're right, honey. We should. Let me get my clothes on, and we'll get started." She paused, then said, "And thank you, dear. Thank you very much. I enjoyed that immensely."
Donnie left her to dress, going into his room to finish cleaning up. He couldn't understand what had been happening to him the last few days, but whatever it was, he was liking it very much. He'd never dreamed there were so many available cunts around. And if he could hold out, he would take advantage of every one of them. He smiled to himself as he stripped the bed to put on new sheets.
"I WONDER WHAT THE GUYS AT SCHOOL WOULD THINK NOW?" he thought, grinning widely to himself.
CHAPTER FIVE
Driving back from the police station, Carol was deep in thought, barely conscious of the traffic. The session with Sergeant Kosko had been unnerving. Though he didn't come right out with an accusation, it was quite apparent that he believed Lenny had gotten drunk at her house just before the accident.
He had mentioned casually that providing liquor to a minor who subsequently had a fatal accident was a crime that carried a stiff penalty, and he pointed out several times that the insurance companies would be very interested.
Luckily, she had been able to stick to her story that she had only served two drinks to the boy, claiming that she was unaware he was underage.
After all, she had told Sergeant Kosko, he was an employee of her husband's and not a friend of hers. There would have been no reason for her to ask how old he was.
She told the officer that Lenny hadn't appeared drunk to her, and if he had, she certainly wouldn't have given him anything more to drink. There was no way to tell for sure whether he believed her, but she was going to stick to the story come hell or high water.
The big surprise was that George had made no effort to contact her since the accident. In the past he had used every available excuse to either call or come and see her. It didn't seem likely that he would have known about her affair with the young man, but that was the only reason she could think of that would have kept him from getting in touch with her. But whether he knew or not, she wasn't going to let it worry her. She had enough on her mind as it was.
When she got home, she went straight to her bedroom and stripped, putting on a pair of brief shorts and a skimpy halter. She felt drained, and no matter what came up the rest of the day she was going to take it easy. Her nerves were frayed, and she was tired beyond belief.
Going into the living room, she mixed a half pitcher of martinis then went to the kitchen for some ice to chill the mixture. She turned on the TV for the noon news, then sat down to relax with her cocktail. Midway through the news, they showed pictures of the accident and the announcer rattled off the names of the dead victims.
A combination of fear and anguish made Carol shudder as she saw the vivid pictures on the screen. It almost made her sick. She got up quickly and turned the set off, then refilled her glass. She was still at the bar when Donnie came in.
"Hi." he said. "I saw your car. We're done over there. Mrs. Hart said she'd bring the key back this afternoon."
"That's fine," Carol said numbly. "I suppose you're hungry now."
"Yeah. Well kind of. You don't have to fix anything special for me, though."
"I suppose I should have something to eat too. I just hope my stomach can stand it."
Carol fixed them both soup and sandwiches, and while they ate she carefully avoided any conversation about his parents. They talked about his school work and the sports he was interested in, and what he planned to do about college.
When they were finished the boy helped her stack the dishes in the sink, then they went back to the living room where Carol poured the last of the martini mixture into a glass and lit a cigarette.
"I hope you didn't say anything to Mrs. Hart about what happened last night."
"Oh, no," the boy said quickly. "Honest. I'd never say anything about it. I ... I sure liked it though."
"I did too, dear. But it must be our secret. We mustn't ever tell anybody about it."
"Oh, I won't. I promise."
"That's a good boy," Carol finished her drink, then stubbed out her cigarette. "I think I'm going to take a nap now, Donnie. It would be a good idea if you laid down, too. We're both a little tired. Take off your clothes, so you'll be comfortable. You can sleep as long as you like. I don't think anybody's going to bother us this afternoon."
Donnie wasn't tired, but he didn't want to go against her wishes. He nodded silently and went to his room to take off his clothes. He started to lay down on the bed, then thought he had better pee first and went to the bathroom, glancing into Carol's bedroom as he passed. She had left her door open, and was standing by her bed, naked, pulling the covers down.
His prick began to rise immediately, and when he went into the bathroom he had a hard time aiming his stiff prick at the stool. When he came out and got to her door again, he stopped.
Carol was lying on her back, her eyes closed and her legs spread apart slightly. He could look straight up between her creamy thighs to the pink gash dividing the black curly hair in her crotch. His cock continued to swell, throbbing to a full erection.
He entered the room cautiously and walked to the bed, his eyes darting back and forth between her cunt and her ripe lush titties. His hard shaft throbbed with each heartbeat as he stood staring down at her naked figure.
"Carol," he whispered. "Are you asleep?"
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him. "No, honey. Not yet. What did you want?"
"I ... ahhh ... I ... could I sleep with you?"
Carol opened her eyes wide and glanced down at his stiff poker, the long hard tool pointing out from his pelvis like a ramrod, his down-covered balls jiggling with the motions of his dick.
"Ohhh, honey," she moaned. "Do you want to fuck now? Is that what you wanted? Baby, I'm so tired. I ... oh, all right. C'mon." Sliding over to the center of the bed Carol pulled her knees up and spread her thighs wide. "C'mon, baby," she cooed. "Just once before we go to sleep."
Donnie grinned sheepishly, then crawled up on the bed, stopping when he got between her legs. He stared down at the dark curly bush and the pink lips of her twat that were now separated. Groaning softly, he dropped on his belly and buried his face in her snatch.
"Ohhh, Donnie!" she gasped. "Donnie! Do you want to eat me? Oh, God! Oh, baby!" Sliding both hands down across her flat tummy, she used her index fingers to pry open the lips of her twat, holding them apart so the boy could nuzzle into her creamy canyon.
"Uuuuummmm! Uuuummm!" The boy pressed his face tightly into the delicious valley, opening his mouth to let his darting tongue flick over the open folds of her slick cunny.
The boy began licking at her gash wildly, shoving his tongue into her hole, reaming it, then licking and lapping up and down the pleasure-filled crevice as he pumped his hard dick into the mattress. "Uuuummm! Uuuummmm!"
Lifting her hands from her pussy, Carol buried her fingers in his hair, pushing his face harder against her pelvis. She draped her legs over his shoulders and down his back as the boy slurped and mouthed her hot cunt, his breath pumping up her tunnel as he sucked and swallowed the creamy liquid that was flowing from her dilated opening.
The boy was punching the mattress with his hard shaft, fucking the covers as he lapped hungrily at the delicious pussy. He opened his eyes for a moment to glance up between her huge titties at her pleasure-strained face, then he closed them again and began mouthing the twat even more frantically as he felt his boiling cum surging up from his balls and into his pecker.
His cum was spewing from the end of his dick into the covers as she squeezed his ears with her thighs, hunching her pussy up to his face as she writhed and twisted, gripping his head and forcing it against her squirming cunt.
"DOOONNNNIIIEEE!" she screamed. "DOONNNIIIEE! WHUUNGG! AARRGGHHH! UUNNNGGGHHH!"
He removed his face from her creamy canyon and scrambled up on top of her, aiming his throbbing prick at her open hole. He crammed it in quickly, then speared her tunnel until the swollen end of his cummy dick was slamming into her womb.
Burying his sticky face in the hollow of her throat, he hunched his shaft wildly into her, thrusting hard, forcing his long thick shaft in and out of her tube.
"WHHHUUNNGG! FUCK ME, DONNIE! FUCK ME! OH, JESUS! OH, MY GOD! AARRGGHHH! DONNIE! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COCK! OH, GOD! DONNIE! UUNNGGHHH!"
"CAROL ... CAROL ... I'M...." he grunted. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WHHUUNNGG!"
His young body stiffened as he came again, his hot liquid spewing into her twat, spraying her womb and flowing out past his plunging dick to run into her crevice and over her asshole.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! CAROL! CAROL! UUNNGGHHH! AARRRGGHHH! OH, JESUS! I DID IT AGAIN!"
"Donnie, baby!" she whimpered. "Donnie, baby! Oh, lover! Oh, sweet baby! Uuummmm! Oh, that was delicious! That was just wonderful! Oh, honey!" She squeezed him tightly to her, flattening her titties against his chest as she shuddered with delight.
After a few minutes their breathing had returned to normal. Carol rolled over on her side and gently released the boy, easing him down on his back. His chest was still heaving and his dick throbbed as he sighed heavily.
"You're such a beautiful lover, sweetheart," Carol murmured. "I couldn't ask for anything better than that. You're just perfect." She kissed the boy passionately on the lips, then rolled over on her back, her eyes closed and her body completely satisfied. This was sheer heaven.
Within a few moments the only sounds in the room was their slow steady breathing as they drifted off to contented sleep.
The ringing of the phone woke Carol slowly. She glanced at the boy and saw that he was still sleeping soundly, then eased out of bed and stepped out in the hallway, closing the door quietly. She walked naked into the kitchen and lifted the receiver off the wall phone.
"Carol, this is Mary. I found that number at the Allen's house and called it. It's her brother. Donnie's uncle. He said he's the only relative. He tried to get here sooner, but his wife is in the hospital, and he couldn't find anyone to watch their kids. He said he'll be here early in the morning, and take care of all the funeral arrangements. His name is Baker. Arlan Baker. He sounded nice over the phone."
"I see. Is he ... is he going to take Donnie back with him?"
"I didn't ask. But I suppose so. Anyway he'll be here in the morning and he'll let us know what he plans to do."
"All right. Thanks for calling, Mary."
"How's the boy doing?" Mary asked quickly. "We ... we cleaned up the house, you know."
"Yes. He's doing fine. He's taking a nap now. I've got to go Mary. I'll talk to you later."
After hanging up the phone, Carol went into the bathroom to pee. She felt Donnie's cum plop from her cunt, and remembered with delight how wonderful it felt to have his man-sized tool inside her. She was still smiling when she entered the living room and stepped to the bar to fix a highball.
It was going to be difficult for her to give the boy up now. After what had happened, she felt an almost desperate urgency to keep him with her as long as possible. To have such a beautiful prick at her beck and call was more than she could have ever asked for, and she was determined to make it last as long as she could.
After having a cigarette with the drink, Carol took a long hot shower, relaxing under the pelting water. When she came out of the bathroom, the door to her bedroom was open and she heard Donnie in the kitchen. She put on her shorts and halter again, then joined the boy. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a large glass of milk and a plate of cookies.
"I hope you don't mind," he said shyly. "I got a little hungry."
Carol laughed. "No, of course I don't mind. You've got to keep up your strength, you know. But it's not too long until supper time, so don't eat too much. Okay?"
Carol opened a beer and sat down with him at the table. She told him about his uncle coming the next morning, but he didn't seem too pleased with the news. He finished the cookies and milk and put the dishes in the sink, then asked her if he could watch television for a while.
"Of course, honey. Go ahead. I'd better get these dishes cleaned up before they get out of hand."
She was running the dish water when there was a knock at the back door, then Fred Simpson came in.
"Hi, there. How've you been?" He looked around the room. "Is the boy still here?"
"Yes. He's still here. He's watching television. How did you get away from your wife?"
"Well, I've got a proposition for you," he said, walking to the refrigerator and helping himself to a beer. "You know that big shepherd of ours? Skipper? My wife suggested that we should give him to Donnie. Might keep his mind off things, if you know what I mean?"
Carol turned around, surprised. "Why that's a champion dog! You mean you'd just give him away?"
"Might just as well," he said, sitting down at the table. "He was always the wife's dog anyway. I haven't paid any attention to him for a year. Ever since she got sick. I just keep him in the backyard and feed him. That's all. I won't let him in the house. She used to keep that damn moose inside all the time, but when I had to start taking care of things, I wouldn't let him in. She thinks I'm cruel. But I'm not cleaning up after any damn mutt all the time."
"Well, that's a nice idea, Fred. But I don't know what he'd do with a dog. He doesn't even know where he's going to live."
"You could keep him here for the time being. You've got a big fenced backyard. It would give the boy something to do. Taking care of him and all. He's supposed to be a damned good dog. I'd even give him the papers."
Carol rinsed the dishes in the drainer, carefully thinking over the proposition. She was sure Donnie would love the animal, but if he was going to go live with his uncle she didn't know how it would work out.
"I'll tell you what Fred. We'll take the dog on a sort of consignment basis for the time being. Until we find out exactly what's going to happen. If Donnie can't keep him, then you can have the dog back. But if he can take him with him, that's fine. Okay?"
"It's all right with me," Fred nodded. "I'll bring him over."
Carol finished drying the dishes, then called Donnie in. She told him about the dog and the boy's eyes brightened. Carol made it very clear with the situation was, and that if he couldn't keep the dog he'd have to give it back. But Donnie didn't care. He was happy to have the animal. He knew the dog, and had wanted one just like it, but his parents wouldn't allow it.
The boy went with Fred to get the animal, then played with him in the backyard until Carol called him in for supper. His face was shining happily when he came in the door, his clothes all grass stained from rolling on the lawn.
"Boy, what a wonderful dog," he grinned. "And he's a real pure-bred too. He could be a champion. I bet he cost a hundred dollars."
"A little more than that," Carol said, smiling, glad that he'd taken such an interest in the dog. "Remember, you'll have to feed him and water him. There are some old dishes in the garage you can use."
"Oh, sure. I will. Mr. Simpson gave me some dog : food, and I put it in the garage already. I'll take care of him, don't worry. Jeez, what a beautiful dog."
After supper the boy went out to romp with the animal until it was dark. When he came in, Carol was sitting in the front room, wearing a thin negligee, the dark areas of her nipples and pussy showing plainly under the filmy material. Her long red hair was brushed over fully, and sitting on the couch in the dim light with her legs curled up under her, she looked almost beautiful to the boy.
"You'd better go take a shower," she said, noticing his grimy arms and face. "You can put your pajamas on when you're through. There's no point in getting dressed again now."
Donnie hurried to bathe, scrubbing himself thoroughly, then he put on his pajama bottoms before going back into the living room. His young cock had stiffened under the shower as he thought of Carol's hot cunt and big titties, and when he entered the room, his stiffened piston was pushing his pajama bottoms out like a tent.
Carol looked down at his swollen bulge and smiled. "Good Lord, honey! You're a hard young man to satisfy, aren't you? Were you thinking about me when you cock got that way?"
The boy avoided her eyes as he sat down, making no effort to conceal the bulge at his pelvis. "Uh huh," he said quietly. "I ... you make me hot when I just think about you."
Carol put her feet on the floor and stood up, then crossed to the boy, kneeling in front of him. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, lover," she said tenderly. "You can't go around with a hard-on all the time."
After popping the snaps, Carol opened his fly and stared down at his throbbing shaft, inhaling the sweet, soapy aroma of his dick. Then, as he raised his ass, she pulled the pajamas down, tugging them off his feet. Pushing his knees apart, she inched up between his thighs and gripped his swollen tool.
"Oh, baby," she crooned. "I don't know when I've ever seen such a beautiful cock! It's so long and so thick! And so hard! Uuummm!" With her other hand she began fondling his balls as she stroked his rod up and down slowly, pleased that her touch made his legs twitch against her sides.
"Ohhh, Carol! Uuunngghhh! god, that feels good! I wish you'd do that forever and ever! I like to have you play with it like that! Ohhhh! God, Carol! Uuunngghhh!" The boy closed his eyes as he writhed and squirmed, his legs quivering as he hunched his dick up to her caressing hand.
"Donnie!" she cooed, staring at the swollen purple bulb at the end of his shaft. "Oh, Donnie! I never want to let you go! Never!" Bending down, she began kissing and nibbling his dong, rimming the fiery head of his shaft with her tongue. "Uuummm! Uuuummmmmm!"
"Oh, Carol!" he gasped. "Suck me off! Please! Suck me! Oh, God! Carol! Uuunngghhh! Carol! Whhuufffff! Oh, God! Ohhhhh!"
The woman opened her mouth and engulfed the end of his dick, sucking it gently as her hand continued to stroke the base. "Uuuummmm! Uuummmm!"
"Donnie! Donnie!" she thought. "I couldn't bear to have you go! Oh, sweetheart! Your cock is so sweet! I love to have it in my mouth! Oh, baby! I want to suck you off!"
"UUUNNGGHH! CAROL! OH, GOD! YOUR MOUTH IS SO HOT! OHHH, JESUS! UUNNGGHHH! CAROL, SUCK ME! SUCK ME OFF! OH, CAROL! WHHUUNNGG! AARRGGHHH!"
The boy was gripping the arms of the chair tightly as he lunged his ass upwards toward her face, trying to force his pulsing rod farther into her mouth as thrills of pleasure surged through his balls.
"UUMMMM! UUUUMMM!" Carol's mouth was now sliding up and down his shaft, sucking and slurping wildly, her head nodding and bobbing as she tugged at his prick with her lips.
"WHHUUNNGG! CAROL! CAROL! OH, JESUS! LORD! OH, MY GOD! CAROL! UUNNGGHHH! YOU'RE MAKING ME...! OH, CAROL! CAROL! UUNNGGHHH!"
Her mouth was doing fantastic things to his dick. Her cheeks were puckered with the pressure she was applying to his jerking staff. He hunched and squirmed, twisted and writhed as she sought to draw his hot liquid up the long prong.
"UUUUMMM! UUMMMM! UUUMMM!"
"CUM, BABY!" she thought. "OH CUM, PLEASE! CUM! OH, GOD BABY! MY SWEET YOUNG LOVER! OH, BABY! BABY! CUM! CUM!"
His entire body jerked as his fluid coursed up his swollen poker to spurt into her mouth in gigantic jets, the sweet cream spraying her mouth and throat as it spewed out of his pulsing prick.
"UUUUMMMM!" Carol swallowed rapidly, forcing the liquid down her throat ecstatically as she felt her own orgasm thunder through her nerves, making her limbs tremble.
"UUUUMMM! UUMMMMM! UUUMMMM!" She continued sucking thirstily until the spurting slowed to a mere ooze from the tiny slit in the head of his prong. Then she licked him off lovingly, sucking the last drops from her jerking tool.
"OHHHH!" he groaned. "OHHHH, GOD!"
Carol sat back on her haunches and smiled at him. "Was that what you wanted, lover?" she said grinning. "Did that make your cock feel better?"
"God, yes!" he said, sighing gratefully. "I thought I'd never stop cumming."
CHAPTER SIX
Carol stood up and took her negligee off, smiling tenderly at the young boy. "I don't think I need this any more, do you?" She tossed the garment over the arm of the couch, then stepped to the bar to fix herself a drink.
"Carol?" the boy asked hesitantly. "Do I...? I mean, is my uncle going to make me go back with him?"
"I have no idea, honey. He didn't say anything about it when he talked to Mrs. Hart. Why? Don't you want to go?"
"Jeez, no. I never did like my uncle. Besides, I don't think he'd have room for me. They live in an apartment, and he's got two girls of his own."
Carol strode back to the couch and sat down, lighting a cigarette. "Well, dear. You can't stay here by yourself, you know. The authorities would never allow it. Is this uncle your only relative?"
"Uh huh. Dad was an only child, and all my grandparents are dead. Jeez! I wished there was some way I could stay in the house."
"I'm afraid that's impossible, Donnie. But let's not worry about it now. Things have a way of working out. We'll see what happens when he gets here."
"Okay." The boy got up and went to the bathroom. He left the door open, and Carol could hear his stream of piss splashing into the bowl. She finished her cigarette and drink then stood up, waiting for him to return.
"Are you ready to go again?" she crooned when he came back into the room.
Donnie's dick had wilted after being sucked off, but at the thought of fucking her again, his shaft began to pump to an erection, rising slowly in jerky motions as Carol gazed at it intently.
"Yeah. Sure. Do you want to go to bed?"
"No. Let's do it right here. There's a different way I want to show you that's a lot of fun." She turned and crawled up on her knees on the couch, leaning over the back. The rounded cheeks of her ass were pointed at him, separated by the dark crack, and he could see the opening to her tunnel surrounded by the pink folds and dark curly hair.
"C'mon, honey. Stand up behind me and stick it in. It goes in a lot farther this way." She spread her knees then arched her back, throwing her ass high in the air.
Donnie walked up behind her, gripping the base of his dick to guide the hot tip into her gaping hole. "Like this?" he said.
"That's it, sweetheart. That's the baby. Now push it all the way in. Shove it in as hard as you can."
Donnie released his dong and gripped her waist. Then he planted his feet firmly and thrust his ass forward, cramming his tool into her moist tunnel, spreading her sensitive tissues as the swollen end of his dick sought her womb.
"Uuummmm! Uuuunnggghhh! Whhuunngg! Oh, God, Donnie! That's the boy! Ohhhh! Way in! Uunngghh! There! Oh, Lord! My, God, Donnie! What a beautiful cock!"
Carol rested her head on her folded arms as she began twirling her ass, reaming her pussy with the long poker inside her. She whimpered as the end of his shaft massaged the opening to her uterus, squirming to force her cunt all the way down on his rod.
He pulled her asscheeks back against his pelvis, then began hammering his rod in and out of her hot cunny, his dick making schlucking sounds as he stabbed again and again at her twat.
"WHHUUNNGG! OH, LORD! DOOONNNIIIEEE! OH, MY GOD! UUNNGGHH! PUMP IT! OH, JESUS! HUNCH IT IN, BABY! OH, LORD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, MY GOD! AARRGGHHH!""
"WHHUUFFF! AARRGGHH! WHHUUNNGGG! CAROL! JESUS, CAROL! OH, LORD! SQUEEZE IT TIGHT! JESUS! IT'S TICKLING MY COCK! OH, GOD! WHHUUNNGG!"
The boy continued to hunch into her slippery canal as he bent forward over her back and reached under for her titties. He began kneading the soft, mounds gently as he pounded on her twat, his legs quivering as he hunched and pumped his prong as deeply as he could into her tube.
"OH, LOVER! OH, DONNIE! OH, BABY! JESUS! BABY! OH, LORD! WHHUUNNGG! FUCK ME! AARRGGHHH! UUNNGGHH! FUCK IT BABY! FUCK IT! SLAM THAT CUNT! OH, JESUS! STAB ME! STAB ME!"
His hot cum gushed into her twat, spurting against her womb in gigantic waves. Carol shuddered violently, crying out as her orgasm sent thrilling tingles throughout her body.
The young boy sagged down across her back, his body trembling from the effort, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. His cum was flowing back out her opening and dribbling down over his balls.
They rested for a few moments, then Donnie slowly rose up and backed away, slithering his dick from her cum-filled cunt. When the head popped out, a huge blob of white cream oozed from her hole and plopped onto the cushion of the couch.
Carol sighed heavily, then backed off to stand on the floor, shivering with ecstasy. Ignoring the puddle of cum on the couch, she turned around and pulled Donnie to her, clasping him tightly with her arms.
"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured. "I can't bear to have you go. I don't want you to leave me. Never! You're my sweetheart. My lover. My darling." She pressed her belly against his cum-streaked dick tightly, trying to hold back the passionate desire she felt in her cunny.
"I don't want to leave, either," the boy moaned, pressing his chest against her full titties. "I'd like to stay here forever. With you, Carol."
She released the boy, then stepped back, her hands on his shoulders. "Well, I guess we'd better get some sleep, honey. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. I can't promise anything, but I'll do what I can to keep you. You're such a wonderful boy."
Carol turned off the lights, then led the boy into her bedroom where she laid down next to him and cuddled him tenderly. In a few short minutes they were both sound asleep, totally content.
They were sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, Carol on her third cup of coffee, when the doorbell rang. "Go ahead and finish, honey," Carol said. "I'll answer it."
She got up and went to the door, hoping frantically that it wasn't Sergeant Kosko. She was in no mood to answer any more questions that morning. It had been hard enough to cope with the possibility of losing Donnie, and further frustrations would drive her right up the wall.
"Hello there. Mrs. Dunlevy? My name is Arlan Baker. I'm Mrs. Allen's brother."
The man was in his middle thirties, short and roly-poly, dressed in an expensive suit and looking as fresh and pink as a cherub. He was smiling at her, but the look in his eyes was nervous.
"Yes. I'm Mrs. Dunlevy. I'm very glad you're here. Won't you come in?"
"Thank you." The man stepped inside, then waited while she closed the door. "I ... I understand you have the key to the house. I thought I'd stay there while I'm here. Lot of things to be done, you know. Funeral and everything. Might take a while."
"Well, of course. I'm sure that would be all right. Just a moment and I'll get you the key."
When Carol returned and handed him the key, he asked, "Is ... is young Donnie still here?"
"Yes, he is. He's eating breakfast right now."
"Oh. I see. I want to thank you very much for taking care of him. I don't know what we would have done. I couldn't get here until today. My wife is in the hospital, very ill. Hepatitis."
"Oh, that's a shame. You must have an awful lot on your mind right now. If there is anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask."
"I ... I can't think of anything. I have to go down to the funeral directors now and make the arrangements. I also had a call from the insurance people just before I left. They want to see me too. There's so much to do."
"Would you like me to go along with you?" Carol offered. "I can show you the way and be of some help, I think."
"I'd certainly appreciate that," he said thankfully. "I don't really know what I'm doing. This is the first time that ... that I've ever had to...."
"I know. I know. If you'll wait just a moment, I'll go put my face on." Carol went to the kitchen and told Donnie what was going on. She suggested he go see his uncle, which he was reluctant to do but did, then she went to apply her makeup and change into a dress.
When she came back to the living room, the boy and his uncle were standing in mute silence as though they had nothing to say to each other. Carol patted Donnie on the shoulder, then turned to Baker.
"Donnie will be all right here until we get back. We shouldn't be that long. Shall we go?"
"Fine. We can take my car. I rented one at the airport."
"Just leave the dishes, Donnie," Carol said. "I'll take care of them when I get back. Be sure to feed Skipper. He's probably hungry." Then Carol and the uncle went out the door.
Donnie went out to feed the big shepherd, then played with him for a while, throwing a ball Mr. Simpson had given him. The dog seemed happy to have someone to play with, and responded eagerly to the boy. They were both a little tired when he patted the animal on the head and went back into the house.
He was in the bathroom washing his hands when he heard the front door open. Thinking it was Carol and his uncle, he dried his hands quickly and went down the hallway to the living room. Mary Hart was standing there, dressed in a skimpy halter and hot pants.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him warmly. "I saw your uncle and Mrs. Dunlevy leave and I thought you might like some company."
Donnie looked at her suspiciously and nodded. "Why, that would be fine ... Mary. I was ... just out playing with the dog. You didn't have to come over on my account."
The woman walked up to him, putting her arms around his waist and pressing tightly against his chest. "Oh, but I did, honey. I did have to come see you. Didn't you like what happened yesterday? Don't you want some more?"
Placing her mouth against his, she began running her tongue across his lips, then forced it into his mouth, Frenching him as she gyrated her pussy against his pecker. The young boy had no control over his prick. It began to stiffen as he felt the hardness of her cunt sliding back and forth across his shaft. Mary felt it too, and began quickening her motions.
"Ohh, Donnie!" she crooned. "Donnie! Baby! I want you so badly!" Sinking to her knees in front of him, she unzipped his fly and pulled his stiffening pecker out. Before the boy could back away she had her open mouth over it, sucking and slurping on the head, teasing and rimming the purple tip.
"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummm!" Her head was bobbing up and down on his prick, slurping loudly as she sucked and tugged on his swollen prong. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Donnie began pumping his hips, forcing his tingling rod farther into her mouth as he stared down at the top of her head. He watched his cock disappear and reappear in her demanding mouth. She was giving him a beautiful blow-job, and he was enjoying every second of it.
"UUUUMMM! UUUMMM!" Mary gripped the back of his thighs with both hands and began nodding her head wildly, sucking even harder, her teeth raking his dong as she pulled and tugged on his long poker. "UUUUMMM! UUUUMMM!"
His boiling cum squirted from the end of his tool as his body twitched and jerked. He could hear the woman swallowing thirstily as his cum spurted in jets down her throat.
"UUUMMM! UUMMMM! UUMMMM!" The woman was quivering spastically as she drank his creamy eruption. Then she licked him off carefully and backed off his dick.
"Lay down on your back," she said urgently.
"Hurry up! Quick! I can't wait!"
Standing up, she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties. Her hairy cunt was glistening wetly as she kicked them off her feet, waiting for the boy to position himself on his back. The she dropped down, straddling him.
"Oh, Donnie!" she whimpered. "Donnie! Donnie! You're such a little fucker! Oh, God!"
The woman was sobbing as she reached between her legs and guided his tool into her slimy tunnel. Then she withdrew her hand and squatted down on it quickly, jamming it up her tube until his shaft was banging into her womb.
"WHHUUNNGG!" she screamed. "AARRGGHHH! UUNNGGHHH! OH, GOD, BABY! GOD! I'VE NEVER HAD A FUCK LIKE YOU! NEVER! OH, JESUS! AARRGGHHH!"
The boy laid passively as she began swirling and twisting her ass on his dick, but when she began corkscrewing up and down, squeezing his tingling peter with her cuntal muscles, he hunched up to her thumping twat, cramming his shaft as far into her belly as he could.
Mary was almost crying as she swiveled and twirled her cunt, pounding his piston into her twat mercilessly. "DOONNNIIEEEE! OH, JESUS! WHHUUNNGG! MY, GOD! WHAT A COCK! AARRGGHHH! OH, FUCK, DONNIE! FUCK! JESUS! HUNCH! HUNCH, BABY!"
"MARY! OH, GOD, MARY! YOU'RE MAKING ME ... OH, JESUS ... WHHUUNNGG! AARRGGHH! NOW! NOW! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Mary squealed with delight as his cum shot into her, slamming into her tube forcefully, filling her tight tunnel with the slippery liquid. She arched her back and screamed, then bent low over the boy, shuddering as shivers of delight surged through her nerve ends.
"Mary!" the boy gasped. "Oh, Mary! Mary! Jesus Christ! I never thought I had that much cum!".
The woman sobbed quietly into his ear as she continued to twitch and jerk, the still throbbing dick inside her thrilling her cunt.
Arlan Baker parked the rented car in the Allen's driveway, then got out and opened Carol's door. "I want to thank you very much. You were a lot of help. I want to get inside and call the hospital to see how my wife is. If you'll send Donnie over, I'll explain to him what the arrangements are."
"All right," Carol replied. "That would be fine. And no need to thank me. I really didn't do anything. I'll send Donnie over right away. I'm glad everything worked out so well."
Carol crossed the street and walked up the long sidewalk to her door. At least Arlan had seen to it that the Aliens would have a beautiful funeral. But he had made it abundantly clear that he was still uncertain as to what to do about Donnie. It was obvious he didn't want to take him back with him, but he knew he couldn't shirk the responsibility. Carol reached the door and opened it, then stood rooted, shocked at the sight in front of her.
She could see Donnie's legs stretched out straight on the rug, and a naked woman's ass squatting over his pelvis. The boy's cock was nearly buried in the woman's cunt, and she could see only the base of his dick, wet with white cum. She stepped in quickly and shut the door.
Hearing the door close, Mary looked back over her shoulder quickly then leaped up, cum dripping from her pussy on the boy's pants and on the rug. "Carol! I didn't think...! I mean...! I...! Ohhh!"
Grabbing her panties and shorts from the floor, Mary dashed half naked down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving the boy laying there with his hard-on pointed at the ceiling, a look of shocked surprise on his face.
"Well! What's been going on here?" Carol asked the boy quietly as he got to his feet. "It looks like you found something else to amuse you."
The boy began stuffing his now wilting dick back in his pants, his face red with embarrassment. "I.. ! I mean we...! Carol, it isn't what it looks like."
Carol dropped her purse in the chair and went to the bar to fix herself a highball, trying to control her anger. "I don't know what else it could be," she said in a cold voice. "I saw your cock inside her, and I know damned well you weren't playing tiddly winks."
"But ... but Carol!" the boy stammered. "I didn't...! I mean she just came over and...!"
Mary came back into the room cautiously, looking from Carol to the boy and back again. "Carol, I...! I didn't mean for...! I mean...!"
"You mean you didn't want me to catch you," Carol said icily. "How old are you, Mary? Thirty-five, thirty-six? And Donnie's only eleven. Good God, woman! Doesn't Paul satisfy you?"
Mary dropped her gaze to the floor, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry Carol. But he ... he's such a ... wonderful boy. I couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't control it."
Carol took a sip of her drink and lit a cigarette, then she stepped to the couch and sat down. "I think you'd better go now, Mary. I won't say anything about this to anyone, but don't let it happen again. At least not while Donnie's living with me. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. I'll go right away." She glanced quickly at Donnie, then left.
"Well, young man. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Donnie moved to a chair and dropped down into it, carefully averting her gaze. "Carol. Honest. She came over here and ... and she started sucking me off. Then she wanted to fuck. I ... I couldn't help myself. She sucked me off, and then ... and then she climbed on top of me and fucked me."
"And you liked it, didn't you? You didn't try to stop her, did you?"
Donnie shook his head sadly. "No. No, I didn't. And I did like it."
Carol threw her head back and laughed gaily. "It's all right, dear. Don't feel so glum. There isn't a male alive that can turn down an offered cunt. It's not your fault. And in a way I'm glad you got the experience. I'm not angry with you. Not at all."
The boy looked up at her, surprise registered on his face. "You mean that? You're not really mad at me?"
"No, honey. Really I'm not. Now, your uncle wants to talk to you for a while. I think you'd better go over right away. You can ask him whether he wants you to stay there, or whether you can come back over here to sleep tonight."
"Okay. I'll see what he wants to do." Donnie stood up and went to the door. "I'm awfully glad you're not mad at me, Carol. I ... I like you very much." , '
"And I like you too, sweetheart. Now you better get going."
When the boy had gone Carol drained her glass, then made another drink. "That little snip, Mary Hart," she thought. "She's got the hots for the boy as much as I do. I wonder how many other boys in the neighborhood she's fucked?" She laughed to herself. "I have to admit she's got a beautiful body!"
After turning on the television, Carol sat down to relax. She wished this week was over with, and that all of the problems would disappear. There was so much to think about, so much to worry about. And she just wasn't up to this kind of activity. The ringing of the phone startled her, and she got up to answer it.
"Hello, Carol. This is George. Don't hang up. I've got some things to tell you."
"I wasn't going to hang up, George. I was expecting you to call. Or come over. What is it?"
"It's about Lenny, honey. He had a big insurance policy through the company. One of the investigators was here yesterday afternoon. They're still trying to find out the particulars about the accident. According to the police report, Lenny was stone drunk when he plowed into that car. The investigator seems to feel he got drunk at your house. The Allen's insurance people are raising all kinds of hell. Have they been there yet?"
"No. I haven't talked to any insurance people at all. Just the police. They can't do anything to me, can they, George? I mean ... I didn't have anything to do with the accident."
"Of course you didn't, dear. But the insurance companies are going to have to pay out a lot of money. And they want all their questions answered before they do. Just be careful what you tell them." He paused. "There ... there wasn't anything going on between you and Lenny, was there?"
"Don't be silly. He was just a boy. I was only trying to be friendly. He wanted to ask me some questions about ... about personal things. That's all there was to it."
"I thought as much. Well, don't worry about it. Just tell them the truth and you'll be all right. I ... ahhh ... I don't suppose we could get together for dinner one night this week? I'd certainly like to see you."
"Not this week, George. There are too many things going on. I've been taking care of the Allen's little boy, and there's the funeral and everything. By the way, when is Lenny's funeral? Are you going?"
"It's tomorrow morning. Yes. I thought I should be there. Are you going to come?"
Carol was silent for several moments. "No. No, I don't think so. I don't think I could stand it. I ... I saw him just a few moments before he died and I ... I don't think I could bear to see him in a casket."
"I understand. Well. I'll talk to you later on in the week then, Carol. Take it easy. And don't let those insurance guys buffalo you."
Carol hung up the phone and went back to her drink. She was almost tempted to pack a bag and take off for a month or so, just to get away from it all. But she knew that if she did her chances of losing Donnie forever would be too great. At least if she stayed there was a possibility she could talk his uncle into leaving him there with her. And she needed that lovely young boy now more than she ever needed anything.
She finished her drink, then went into the bedroom to put on a light cotton dress. Then she went about the house collecting all of the wastebaskets to take them out to the trash. She had to keep busy and keep her mind occupied, or all of the pressures would wear her down. She dumped everything into the big wastebasket in the kitchen then went out the back door. As soon as she stepped outside, the big German shepherd romped happily over to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol tried to ignore the animal as she crossed the thick carpet of lawn to the back fence where the trash cans were, but Skipper followed right behind her, nuzzling the crack of her ass with his nose and whimpering. She tried to brush him away, but he kept coming back, pushing his muzzle into her crotch again and again.
"Stop it, Skipper!" she said sharply. "Stop it! What's the matter with you anyway?"
She dumped the wastebasket then went back to the house, the dog dancing around her happily, shoving his nose into her ass at every opportunity. When Carol went into the garage to wash out the wastebasket, the dog followed her, his tail wagging rapidly. As she bent over the laundry sink, Skipper pushed his head up under her dress and began licking at her crotch with his long, raspy tongue.
"Skipper! Goddamn it! Stop that! What the hell is the matter with you anyway?" When she turned around from the sink, shoving the dog away, he immediately dove up under her dress from the front, licking the inside of her thighs and her pussy.
"Skipper," she whispered. "Stop that. That's not for a dog."
She pushed him away then knelt down. The dog's long, red, pointed cock was completely out of its sheath, a full eight inches long. Carol sucked in her breath when she saw his prick. She didn't realize that dogs were hung like that.
"Oh, Skipper," she said. "You've got a hard-on. Poor baby. And you don't have a bitch to stick it into, do you?"
The garage door was closed, and she was sure Donnie wouldn't be back for a while, so on impulse she reached under Skipper's belly and wrapped her fingers around his fiery tool.
"Oh, Skipper," she moaned softly. "We've got to do something with that, don't we boy?"
The dog half squatted as Carol began stroking his long shaft, pumping it as she would a human cock. The dog panted happily, hunching his ass as she pumped on his pecker.
"Is that what you wanted, boy? Does that feel good, Skipper?"
Carol put her face against his furry head as she continued to stroke his cock, feeling her pussy getting wet as the hard shaft slid over her palm. The dog whimpered again, more loudly this time, his strong hind legs hunching his dick into her hand.
Carol realized what the animal had been after. She released his cock and stood up, then hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down. As soon as the dog saw her hair-covered cunt he began nuzzling it, sticking his tongue way out to lap at her cream-filled cunt. She kicked the panties off her feet then leaned back against the sink, spreading her legs wide to let the animal lick deliciously at her twat.
"Oh, Skipper. Oh, my. That's a good doggy. Oh, that feels good." Holding her skirt up with her arms she placed her fingers on her cunt and spread the lips apart wide to let the animal lap at the sensitive folds of her cunny.
"Uuummm! Uunngghh! Oh, Skipper! Ohhh! Such a nice doggie! Uuummm!"
This was a new and exciting experience for her. She had never owned a dog, but she had heard what some lonely women did with them. As she watched the dog's tongue flick into her milky valley, she suddenly realized that Fred Simpson's wife must have trained him. Before she got sick, she must have had the dog fuck her in place of her husband.
"Oh, Skipper!" she groaned. "Skipper! Skipper! Oh that's making me hot! Do you want to stick it in, doggie? Do you want to fuck?"
Carol pushed his head away from her cunt then got down on her hands and knees, spreading her thighs wide. She wondered whether the dog would know what to do, but she didn't have to wait long for the answer. Before she had positioned herself, the animal had mounted her, his paws on her shoulders.
"Skipper, just a minute! Wait a minute!" Carol reached back between her legs and guided the dog's dick into her moist tunnel. She felt the hard, pointed prong sliding into her effortlessly, then the big animal was hunching at her, jamming his dick into her twat with quick, excited motions.
"Oh, Skipper," she whimpered. "That's the doggie! That's a nice doggie! Ohhh! Aarrgghh! Whhuunngg! Skipper! Skipper! Pump, doggie! Pump!"
She backed her ass into his thrusting dick, matching his rhythm as his hot poker penetrated her tube again and again, his heavy sack of balls slapping her pussy as he hunched and pumped. The dog panted heavily and whined as he slammed his dick into her juice filled tunnel.
"Skiippeerr! Whhuunngg! Oh, God! Oh, doggie! Uunngghh! Aarrgghh! Push it in! Push it all the way in!"
Carol rested her head on one arm, then reached back to grasp his swaying sack of nuts, fondling them gently as the dog speared her cunt with his pointed tool.
His front paws were digging into her shoulders as his long rod darted in and out of her twat. Saliva dripped onto her back from his outstretched tongue as the animal panted. His hairy belly brushed the crack of her ass, the head of his dick slamming and banging against her womb.
"OH, SKIPPER! SKIPPER! UUNNGGHH! WHHUUNNGG! NOW, DOGGIE! NOW! OH, LORD! OH, JESUS! OHHH! AARRGGHH!" As Carol's body shuddered in orgasm, the dog's cum spewed into her twat, slamming against her womb so hard it hurt, jetting into her tube and filling it up with thick, creamy liquid.
"UUNNGGHH! WHHUUNNGG! OH, SKIPPER! SKIPPER! OH, MY GOD!"
Carol quivered and shook as the dog slithered his long dick from her cunt, then bounded happily around the garage, juice dropping from his dick. She got to her feet and picked up her panties, feeling the animal's fluid running down the inside of her thighs.
"You'd better be careful, doggie. I might want to keep you around here all the time. Now, get out in the backyard where you belong. I have to go take a douche."
Carol shut the outside door to the garage, then went in the house and to the bathroom. She squatted on the stool and let Skipper's juice trickle into the bowl. Then she took out the douche syringe, filled it with warm salty water, and rinsed her cunt out. What a wild experience that had been! Of all things, a dog! If someone had told her even a month ago that she would have a dog's prick inside her, she would never have believed it.
After wiping her pussy carefully, she went into her bedroom and stripped, then laid down on the bed. The activities of the last few days had a telling effect on her, and she was exhausted. It didn't take long for her to drop off to sleep, and when she awoke it was dark.
She got up, turned on the lights, then went in to take a shower. The warm water perked her up quite a bit, and when she slipped on a negligee and had a cold highball she was in very good spirits again. Not having eaten since breakfast, she was feeling the pangs of hunger and wondering what to fix herself for dinner when the doorbell rang.
Carol started to go to her room for a housecoat, as her negligee didn't really conceal anything, but then she thought the only person it could be would be Donnie at that time of night, and since he had seen everything she had already, there was no point in trying to cover up now. She stepped to the door and opened it.
Arlan Baker stood there, his eyes widening as he gazed at the dark spots of her nipples and pussy through the sheer material.
"Oh, it's you," Carol said quickly. "I ... didn't ... I thought it was Donnie."
Baker was obviously embarrassed. His face, neck and ears turned a fiery red, but he didn't take his eyes off her. "I, ahh, I wanted to talk to you, Mrs. Dunlevy. Just for a few moments. Is it all right?"
Carol had stepped behind the door when she saw who it was, and wished she had put a robe on. But Arlan looked harmless enough, so she ushered him in.
"Would you care for a drink, Mr. Baker?"
"Yes. Thank you. Bourbon, if you have it."
"Yes. Of course." Carol went to the bar. "Where's Donnie?"
"Oh, a young girl stopped by to see him. A Debbie Martin, I believe. As long as she was with him, I thought it would be a good time to come over and talk to you." He was staring at her ass, the dark crack between her cheeks showing through the gauzy gown, and his prick was hardening in his pants.
Carol turned away from the bar, handed him a drink, then sat down on the couch across from him. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Mr. Baker?"
I ... ahhh ... well that is ... I wanted to talk to you about Donnie. I hope you can understand that this has been a very difficult time for me, what with my wife in the hospital and all. Frankly, I'm at my wits end."
"I can understand that, Mr. Baker and I sympathize with you."
"Please call me Arlan. Anyway I wanted to ask you a favor. I wonder if ... if you would mind watching over Donnie for another month? My wife won't get out of the hospital until next week and she's going to have to recuperate. Then too, we don't really have the room to take him in, so we'll have to make some other arrangements. I know this is an imposition but I wouldn't ask if there was any other alternative." Beads of sweat were forming on his brow as he sipped his drink, looking at her expectantly.
Carol was delighted. Nothing could have pleased her more. She had what she wanted, and she didn't even have to say a word about it. Now she could have that lovely young prick for another thirty days at least.
"I think I could do that, ahh, Arlan. I've grown very fond of Donnie in the last few days, since I've gotten to know him better. He's a fine young boy, and I'm sure he wouldn't be any trouble at all."
It amused her to watch him trying not to stare at her tits and cunt. She knew she was getting him hotter than hell, but the poor, simple bastard probably wouldn't try anything anyway.
"I don't know how to thank you, Mrs. Dunlevy., I assure you that I will reimburse you more than adequately. It's such a load off my mind to know that he will be taken care of." He swallowed the rest of his drink in three gulps, then fumbled in his coat for a cigarette.
"Can I get you another, Arlan? You can't fly on one wing, you know." Carol stood up and stepped to him, grinning inwardly as his jaw dropped when she positioned her barely concealed cunt only a few inches from his face. "That was bourbon and water, right?"
She took his glass and went back to the bar. If she played her cards right, and teased the hell out of him, he would probably be more than generous with his money. And since she had almost depleted her funds giving money to Lenny, she desperately needed the additional cash.
Across the street, young Debbie Martin was standing in front of Donnie, who was sitting in a chair. She had her skirt raised all the way to her waist. "See? I told you I didn't have any panties on."
The boy's gaze was fixed on her hairy snatch, the pink lips of her cunny gleaming wetly in the dark bush. His cock had swollen to full erection, and it hurt pressing against his tight jeans. Fumbling for his zipper, he yanked it down, letting his prick pop out into the open, the tip reddened where it had pushed against his fly.
"Oh, Donnie! Oh, my!" Debbie still held her skirt up, showing him her cunt as she stared down at his long, hard tool, jerking at the opening of his pants. "Your uncle will be gone for a while. Let's do something. Please? Please, Donnie?"
The boy leered up at her. He knew she wanted to fuck even more than he did. "Okay. Get up here. Sit on it. Hurry up."
Debbie clambered up, putting a knee on each side of his hips, then she squatted down on his dong. She moved her pussy around until the fiery end was directly under her hole. Then she sank downward, forcing his dick to plunge into her cunt all the way to the end.
"Uunngghh! Whhuunngg! Oh, Jesus! Donnie! Oh, God! All I can think about is that beautiful cock! Uunngghh! Aarrgghh! Oh, baby! Donnie! Donnie! I love it! I just love it! I can't get enough of it!"
"Pump, Debbie!" he gasped. "Pump! Pump! Fuck me! Fuck me girl! Jesus! Hunch that cunny! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Harder, Debbie! Pound on it harder! Uunngghh! Whhuunngg! Whhuuff! Slam it! Slam it, Debbie!"
The girl gripped the chair back with both hands and swirled her hips, squirming on his embedded dong. Then she began hammering at his dick feverishly, slapping her bare ass against his legs as she pumped up and down on his long thick shaft.
"Whhuunngg! Aarrgghh! Whhuuff! Donnie! Oh, God! Donnie! You're way up inside me! I can feel you clear up inside me! Oh, Jesus! Oh, my God! Uunngghh! Oh, fuck! Oh, Donnie! Oh, my God! Aarrgghh!"
The boy grabbed the arms of the chair tightly, then began hunching his ass up to her plunging pussy, thrusting his dong as far into her tunnel as he could. Her wet tube gripped his dick like a hand, squeezing it tightly as he speared her over and over again.
"DEBBIE! OH, GOD! DEBBIE! UUNNGGHH! IT WON'T TAKE LONG! OH, GOD! OHHH! AARRGGHH! WHHUUNNGG! FASTER, DEBBIE! FASTER!"
"I'M ... GOING ... AS ... FAST ... AS ... I ... CAN!" she grunted. "CUM ... DONNIE ... HURRY UP! WHHUUNNGG! AARRGGHH!"
His young body shook violently as he spewed his boiling sperm into her twat, jerking with each gush that shot out the end of his pecker.
"DOONNIIEE! DOONNIIEE! OHHH! UUNNGGHH! WHHUUNNGG! IT'S FILLING ME UP! OH, JESUS! OH, MY GOD! DONNIE!
DOONNIIEE! AARRGGHH!"
The young children shuddered and shook, then Debbie collapsed against him, his huge dick embedded in her twat, pressing hard against her womb. They sat there silently for several moments regaining their breath, then Debbie slowly got off the boy's tool, dripping cum all over the rug as she stood up.
"Wheewww," she sighed. "I really needed that. Oh, Donnie! I hope you don't go away. I hope you never leave here." She glanced down at his cum-streaked dick. "I'd miss that beautiful cock terribly." With that, she turned and ran into the bathroom, leaving a trail of white liquid on the floor.
"Well, I think I'd better be getting back now," Baker said, draining his glass and standing up. "I'll keep Donnie with me until I go back. There's no sense in him staying with you when he could sleep in his own bed. You'll have him long enough as it is."
"Oh, it wouldn't be any trouble," Carol said quickly, following him to the door. "I'm sure that you have more than enough on your mind as it is. I wouldn't mind keeping him here."
"No, no. I wouldn't hear of it. You won't have to worry about him for the next few days at least. You're doing more than enough as it is. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. Well, goodnight, Mrs. Dunlevy. I'll probably see you out around tomorrow."
Carol closed the door quietly then went to get a cigarette. It was amazing how much she missed the boy even though he hadn't been gone a full day, and now she would have to spend the night alone. It made her sad to think of the boy lying alone in bed with that beautiful prick, not being able to use it on anything. She turned the TV on and sat down, trying to keep her mind off Donnie's huge dick, but it was almost impossible.
After a night of fitful sleep, Carol was groggy as she made a pot of coffee. She had kept reaching out for Donnie all night long, and finding the bed empty had been extremely frustrating to her aching cunt. She was on her third cup of coffee when the front doorbell rang. She answered it to find Mary standing there, a solemn look on her face.
"Can I come in, Carol? I just have to talk to you. We've got to get something settled."
Carol looked at her coldly for a moment, then nodded and let her in. "C'mon in the kitchen. I've got a fresh pot of coffee."
The two women went into the kitchen, and Mary sat down while Carol got her a cup of coffee. Mary felt the chill in the air, but was determined to go on with what she had her mind set on saying.
"Carol, I know you're upset about catching us yesterday, but you have to understand something."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Donnie may be a boy, but he's got a full-sized tool, and I can tell by what happened yesterday that he has had some experience with it. He's screwing somebody, but I don't know who it is." She held up her hand as Carol started to say something. "No, just a minute. That boy really knows how to dick a girl. And he knows all the right words, too. He's not as innocent as you may think."
"Are you accusing me...."
"I'm not accusing anybody," Mary said quietly. "I'm just telling you that Donnie has been fucking some girl, and as long as he has, I don't see any reason why he shouldn't be sticking me too. It's a helluva lot safer than young girls his age, wouldn't you say?"
Carol nodded. "Yes. I guess you're right. We might as well get things out in the open. Whatever is said here would hurt you as much as me, so I'm going to tell you the truth. I've been fucking him, too. But not until after his ... until after the accident. It scares me to think that I'm screwing an eleven year old boy. But God! What a prick he's got!"
Mary giggled. "He sure has, hasn't he? I swear his shaft is bigger than Paul's. He fills my pussy clear to the end. And what gets me is that he likes to fuck a helluva lot more than Paul ever did."
"Isn't he a beautiful boy?" Carol smiled. "I think between us we've got a real young stud working for us. I don't see why we can't share him. There's more than enough to go around."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Carol. I can't do anything at my house. Not with three girls running in and out all the time. Donnie's uncle told me he's going to stay here for a month. Could I ... could I come over here and fuck him?"
Carol reached out and patted her on the arm. "Of course, Mary. As long as he wants to, I don't see any problem. But aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"
"Hell, no! I've been on the pill ever since the last one," Mary laughed. "I wonder what Donnie would say if he could hear us talking about him like this."
"I think he's too young to get egotistical about his fucking experiences," Carol said smiling. "But I don't imagine he'd turn down two available cunts. He likes to screw too much."
Mary offered Carol a cigarette, then lit them both up. They sipped their coffee for a few moments, then Mary said, "Do you see any reason why we can't both take him on at the same time? I think that would be a lot of fun."
"Why, I never even thought of that. I'll bet he'd get a kick out of it. Did you mean now? Could you stay here for a while?"
"Sure. I sent the kids to the "Y" again. Why don't you call up his uncle and have Donnie come over?"
Carol giggled. "I will. I'll do just that." She got up from the table, went to the wajl phone, and dialed the Allen's number. Baker answered. She spoke to him for a few moments, then hung up, turning around.
"It's all set, Mary. Where should we do it? In the bedroom?"
"No. There isn't enough room on the bed. Let's do it in the front room, on the floor. That way we can move around."
Both women were grinning widely as they carried their cups to the sink, then walked down the hallway to the living room. Their cunts were wet with anticipation as they waited anxiously for young Donnie to appear.
A few minutes later the boy came in the door without knocking. He stopped when he saw Mary, and the smile froze on his face. The women looked at each other and laughed, then Carol stood up and went over to him.
"That's all right, dear. Mary and I are good friends. We've got a little surprise for you. How would you like to have both of us at the same time?"
Donnie looked at her, wide-eyed. "You mean ... me? You mean...? You both want me at the same time?"
"Do you think you can handle it?" Mary said, smiling. "That's quite a job. Even for a man-sized cock like yours."
He glanced at both women sheepishly. "I ... I suppose so. What ... what would you want me to do?"
"Well first, go take all your clothes off," Carol said, "Then come back out here."
When the boy started down the hallway, Carol pulled her dress off over her head. Mary stood and began undressing also, slipping easily out of her shorts and halter and skinning her panties down her long legs.
When both women were naked they looked at each other appreciatively, letting their eyes rove up and down their figures, admiring each other's tits and cunt.
"Can you think of how many men that would love to be in Donnie's place right now?" Mary giggled. "Boy, I know a lot of guys that would give their right nut."
Carol laughed. "I know a couple who would probably fuck us until their balls came out the end of their dick."
They were still chuckling when Donnie came back into the room, his prick hard, jiggling as he walked. He gazed at the two women wide-eyed, his pecker throbbing uncontrollably as he stared at their lush cunts and full titties.
"What...? How do you want me to get?"
"I'll tell you what," Mary said. "Why don't you eat my pussy while Carol fucks your cock? Would you like that?"
"Jeez, yes!" he gasped. "Wow! That would be really cool!"
"All right," Carol said. "Lay down on the floor on your back."
The boy did as he was told, then while Mary crawled up on her knees over his face, Carol straddled his upright dick and settled down on it, aiming her milk-filled tube at the tip of his dong. As she slid her cunt down his long thick rod, Mary squatted down further, pressing the open lips of her twat against Donnie's open mouth.
"Are you ready?" Carol asked, still pressing downward, forcing Donnie's hard prong deep into her belly.
"Ohhh, yes!" Mary whimpered as Donnie's tongue began flicking in and out of her crevice, lapping at the milk that was oozing from her hole. "He's eating me now, Carol. Ohhh! Oh, my God! Uuunngghh! Whhuunngg! Jesus! That feels good! Oh, Donnie! Baby! Oh, honey! Right there! There! Oh, Jesus! My, God! Eat me, honey!"
Carol looked down at Mary's hairy crotch, watching Donnie's chin working quickly as he mouthed the woman's pussy. Placing her hands on Mary's shoulders, she began corkscrewing up and down on the boy's pecker, squeezing it with her cuntal muscles as she slid her juicy cunt over the elongated shaft.
"Oh, Mary!" she moaned. "I can never get enough of his beautiful dick! It's so huge! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, I love it! I just love it! aaarggghhh! Whhhuuunnnggg! Is he eating you, Mary?"
"GOOODDD, YES!" Mary replied, squirming and writhing her cunt on Donnie's face, pressing her twat downward over his nose and gaping mouth. His tongue was flicking in and out of her hole, reaming it, and his hot breath was flowing up her canal.
"EAT ME, DONNIE!" Mary cried out. "EAT ME! EAT ME! OH, BABY! OH, MY GOD! LICK MY HOLE! OH, JESUS! OH, GOD! AARRGGHH! WHHUUNNNGGG! OH, YOU LOVELY BOY! YOU HEAVENLY LOVER!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUNNNGGGHHH!" Carol was hammering on his dick, forcing the thick tool into her twat again and again, slamming her womb against the tip. She was ecstatic with the probing of his man-sized pecker, and swirled her ass to make his rod ream her out.
Beneath the two women the young lad was deliriously happy. Carol's tight twat was fucking him beautifully, and the sweet taste of Mary's cunt was delicious beyond words. He forgot all else except the luscious cunt he was eating and the creamy tunnel he was spearing with his dong.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"MARY! OH, GOD, MARY! OH, LORD! AAARRRGGGHH! UUUNNGGHH! I'M READY! I'M READY! OH, GOD! AARRGGHHH!" Carol's nails bit into Mary's shoulders as she pounded quickly on Donnie's stiff dong. Her face was pointed toward the ceiling, and the tendons in her neck stood out as she groaned in ecstasy.
Carol gyrated her ass as she slammed down on the boy's stiff dick. Then she felt her ass as she slammed down on the boy's stiff dick. Then she felt it exploding inside her, hot cum spewing in gushes against her uterus. She shuddered violently as orgasm thundered through her body. As she shook, Mary squealed with delight, then stiffened as the boy's tongue brought her to climax.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, GOD! CAROL! HE ATE ME ALL THE WAY! I CAME! OH, GOD! OH, LORD! UUMMMMM! UUUMMMMM!"
The naked women squatted on the boy for a few more minutes until they regained their composure, then they slowly rose up, leaving Donnie lying there with his dick streaked with cum and his face glistening wetly from Mary's milk. Then they each took one of the boy's hands and pulled him to his feet, smiling at each other.
"Well, sweetheart," Carol said. "Did you like that?"
Donnie looked at her with glazed eyes and nodded his head silently, then he turned away and headed for the bathroom, crossing to the hall on shaky legs.
Carol picked up her cigarettes, gave one to Mary then lit them both. "I don't know when I've had so much fun, Mary. That boy is really wild, isn't he?"
"He sure is. I wish I'd had something like that around when I was younger. Damn! I wonder where he learned all that."
"Oh, these kids today pick things up early. When I was his age I wouldn't have dreamed of fucking. And none of the boys I knew would have either. But with a cock like his, Donnie is going to have plenty of experience before he turns twenty."
Mary laughed. "He will if I have anything to say about it." She put her cigarette in an ashtray. "Well, I guess I'd better get dressed and get back." She began slipping on her clothes as Carol dropped down onto the couch.
"Please come back, Mary. Whenever you want to. I don't mind, and I'm sure Donnie would like a change of pace once in a while."
"Thanks." Mary had put her shorts on and was fitting her large tits into the brief halter. "Say, I hear that Simpsons gave Donnie their dog. I've heard some pretty funny stories about that animal. Have you?"
"What do you mean?" Carol asked, pretending to be surprised.
"Oh, it's probably just rumor. But the woman that lives on the other side of Simpsons swears she saw the dog screwing the old gal before she got sick."
"That's ridiculous," Carol said. "That bullshit about dogs and horses is just for the dirty stories. Why would any woman let a dog fuck her when there are so many human pricks around?"
"Beats me," Mary said shrugging. "It's just what I heard. I can't see it either." She picked up her cigarette from the ashtray and went to the door. "Well thanks, Carol. I certainly appreciate this." She giggled. "I'll bet my daughters would give their next year's allowance to try that boy one time."
"I'll bet they would too. But for Godssake, don't say anything about it. We want to keep this little treasure to ourselves."
"Don't worry. I won't say a thing. 'Bye now." Mary went out the door.
Donnie came back into the room with his face and pecker scrubbed clean. He smiled shyly at Carol, then sat down in the chair across from her, his dick limp. "Boy, that was real cool. Do you ... do you suppose we could do that again sometime?"
"We sure can, dear. And we plan to. I suppose your uncle has told you that you're going to stay here for at least a month. Are you happy about that?"
"I sure am. I don't want to go back with him at all. It's ... it's so darn nice here."
"Thank you, Donnie. I like having you, too. I think you'd better get dressed now, and go back over. I told your uncle you'd only be here for a little while."
"Oh, do I have to? Can't I stay here, please? Can't you tell him you want me to take care of the dog or something? I don't want to go back. Honest, Carol."
Carol grinned happily at the boy. He was actually pleading with her to stay. It was quite evident he didn't give a damn that her tits sagged and a few wrinkles were showing. He appreciated her and her juicy cunt, and she loved him for it.
"All right, dear. I'll call him. But you'd better get dressed anyway. There's no telling who might be dropping in."
Carol went to the phone and dialed the Allen's number. When Arlan answered, she explained that Donnie wanted to stay overnight with her, and Arlan agreed reluctantly. He said he felt he was imposing on her, but if that's what the boy wanted, it was all right. After hanging up the phone, Carol went to pee and get rid of Donnie's cum. Then she returned to the living room and dressed.
"Let's go down to the drive-in hamburger joint and get something for dinner," Carol said. "I don't feel like fixing anything tonight."
"Right on." The boy grinned. "I'd like a big, thick malt."
Carol got her purse and they left. Donnie ate like he hadn't a meal in a month, then they drove around town in the twilight, enjoying the cooling air.
It was well after eight when they got back to the house. Carol fixed herself a tall highball while Donnie got a bottle of pop, then they watched television for an hour or so.
"I'm going to take a shower before I go to bed, honey," Carol said. "Would you like to join me?"
"I sure would," Donnie replied happily. "Right now?"
"Right now, honey. Let's go." They went to their bedrooms and undressed, then met in the bathroom, naked. Carol turned the water on, then got fresh towels and wash cloths from the linen cabinet. The boy followed her into the shower and stood patiently while Carol soaped his body from head to toe, caressing his cock and balls tenderly as she did so.
"My turn now," she said handing him the soap. "Scrub me good. I like to feel it tingle."
The boy began sudsing her all over, paying particular attention to her large titties. He washed them slowly and carefully, then knelt on his knees in front of her to wash her pussy lovingly. She spread her legs to let him get into her canyon, looking down at him tenderly as he washed her pussy thoroughly. Then she turned around to let him scrub her ass.
When he was through, Donnie stood up behind her, then prodded the crevice in her crotch with his hard, hot prick, sliding his stiff tool back and forth and up and down her wet valley.
"Oh, Donnie," she crooned. "Donnie, baby." Carol bent over, the spray splashing on her back, and reached behind her to spread the lips of her twat. "Stick it in, honey. Let's fuck here. Right now. Put it in, baby."
Gripping the base of his jerking shaft, the boy aimed his rod at her hole, then slid the tip in. He put his hands on her waist, braced his feet, then hunched forward, stabbing his piston into her hot tunnel with one quick lunge. "Aaarrrggghhhh! Whhhuuunnnggg! Oh, Jesus, Carol! Goddamn! Uuunnngghhh!"
The boy reached up under her to grasp her tits, then he began pumping frantically at her twat, pounding his dick in and out of her slippery tunnel as the warm water splashed over them.
"SQUEEZE YOUR CUNT, CAROL! SQUEEZE IT! OH, GOD! LIKE THAT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, CAROL! AARRRGGGHHH! I LIKE TO DO IT LIKE THIS! OHHHH! OHHHHH! I CAN'T HOLD IT! CAROL! I CAN'T! WHHUUUNNNGGGG!"
The couple trembled and shook, twitched and jerked as their orgasms flooded through their bodies. Carol whimpered and Donnie groaned as the last flutters of climax made their limbs twitch. Then he slowly slithered his still throbbing dick from her cunt.
Carol straightened up, turned around and kissed the boy passionately. "Oh, lover!" she simpered. "That was just beautiful!"
They washed again and got out of the shower to dry each other off. Though neither of them said anything, the boy followed her into her bedroom and helped her turn down the covers. Carol shut off the light and they climbed into bed, clutching each other tightly.
"Donnie," Carol said quietly. "I want to ask you something. And I want you to tell me the truth. Where did you learn to fuck like hat?"
The boy was silent for several minutes, then he sighed. "I ... I guess I can tell you, now. It was ... it was my mother. Dad used to ... to travel a lot. And when he was gone, I slept with Mom. I guess it was about a year ago when she...."
Carol tried not to show her surprise in her voice.
"When she what, dear?" she whispered in the darkness.
"Well, she ... one night she put her hand on my ... cock, and it got hard. I didn't want it to, but I couldn't help it. Then she ... she sucked me off. She said I had to take Daddy's place when he was gone. Then she made me get on top of her and ... and I fucked her."
Carol squeezed the boy reassuringly. "It's all right, dear. Your secret is safe with me. I'll never say anything about it to anyone. Did you ... did you like fucking your mother?"
"Jeez, yeah. It felt ... funny at first. Then I got so I really liked it. I used to wish my Dad would go out of town all the time."
Carol smiled to herself. "So that was why he was so happy about fucking her. He'd gotten his start with an older woman. He looked upon her as a mother image, and that was why he was so eager to stick his dick in her." She kissed the boy again then closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his stiff tool against her belly.
The Allen's funeral was Friday morning. Carol had fully intended to accompany Donnie and his uncle, but at the last minute she chickened out. The thought of seeing Donnie's parents' bodies after what she had done with the boy was more than she could handle. She apologized to them, saying that she didn't feel well, and then watched them drive off together.
When she went into the kitchen to do up the breakfast dishes, she glanced out the back window and saw Skipper bounding around the backyard, chasing butterflies. As she remembered the incident in the garage, her uterus began to contract spasmodically, and her vagina began dilating.
"That damned hound has really got a big prick," she thought, reaching down to caress her pussy. "Fred's wife must have had a lot of fun with him." Her twat became hot with desire as she watched the big dog's balls jiggle as he romped in the grass.
Coming to a decision, she pulled her dress off over her head and draped it over a kitchen chair. Then she removed her bra and pulled her panties down off her feet. She went to the door, stepped into the garage, then opened the other back door and called the dog. He came running over happily, his tail swishing back and forth in excitement. Before she could stop him, he had his cold nose buried in her box and his tongue was lapping at her valley.
"Just a minute, damnit!" she hissed. "Wait until we get into the house, can't you?" She pushed him away and stepped into the kitchen, the dog following, almost bowling her over as he rushed past her.
Carol shut the door quickly then strode across the room to sit down at a kitchen chair, spreading her legs apart. As if on cue, Skipper walked up between her legs and stuck his tongue into her cunny, lapping up the milk that was flowing from her hole.
"Oh, Skipper! Oh, doggie! My! Oh, goodness! Uuunnggghhh! Oh, that feels good! Lick it, doggie! Lick it! Lap that hot snatch, you fucking animal!"
She reached down to scratch him behind the ears as his tongue worked her cunt over furiously. Without knowing it, the dog was bringing her to a climax by lapping on her clit. Her legs twitched convulsively as the dog's rasping tongue flicked at her canyon, thrilling her with its roughness.
"OH, SKIPPER!" she moaned. "SKIPPER! SKIPPER! UUNNGGHH! WHHUUNNNGGG! DONT STOP! MORE, DOGGIE! MORE! MORE!" Carol slid down in the chair and spread her legs even farther apart, her body shuddering as the animal lapped her twat, exciting her to orgasm.
Her body went rigid and she quivered and twitched as her orgasm flashed out from her womb to tingle her nerve ends. She cried out loudly, then began whimpering as shivers of delight shook her.
"I've got to have more than that, Skipper," she moaned.
She eased off the chair and got to her knees, noticing with pleasure that Skipper's red, pointed shaft was fully extended from his pouch. She wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it gently as she crooned into his furry neck.
"Oh, Skipper! Skipper! What a beautiful cock! Oh, doggie! Oh, what a beautiful dong! It's so hard, and so slick!"
The dog was hunching his pecker, into her hand, his powerful hind legs thrusting his shaft forward in rhythmic motions. Carol held him for only a few seconds, then skidded around to point her ass at him, bending low.
"Fuck me, doggie! Fuck me! Hurry up! Get up there! Stick it in!"
The dog needed no encouragement. He clambered on top of her, his paws resting on her shoulders as she jabbed his probing dong at her canyon.
"Wait, Skipper! Wait!" Carol reached back and guided his tool into her tingling tunnel, thrilling at the feeling of his long, hard pecker sliding effortlessly up her tube to slam against her womb. "OHHH! AARRRGGGHHH! SKIPPER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME, DOGGIE! OH, JESUS! WHHUUNNNGGG!"
She bent her head low, looking back between her legs to watch the dog's thick, red piston sliding j in and out of her cunny. It was even more exciting than it had been the first time. She squirmed and twisted her ass on his darting shaft, swiveling around on his hot dick, forcing it to ream her all the way to her uterus.
"SKIIIPPEERRR! WHHUUNNNGGG! OH, GOD, DOGGIE! RAM IT IN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! AARRGGGHHH! OH, GOD, DOGGIE! DO IT! DO IT! WHHUUNNNGGG!"
The animal was slobbering all over her back and neck as he hammered his dong in and out of her twat. He whined and panted as he stabbed her repeatedly, his wagging tail creating a breeze underneath them.
As orgasm gripped her quivering body, she felt his hot liquid erupting inside her, shooting like a hose against her womb. His cum filled her tunnel, flowed back out past his still darting dong and plopped on the floor between her legs. Carol screamed at the force of his eruption, then dropped down on her belly, pulling her cunt away from his stabbing dick.
As she lay on the cold floor the dog came around to lick at her face happily. She remained motionless for several moments, then slowly got to her feet on wobbly legs.
"Oh, Skipper! You don't know what you did to me! God, doggie! You're too much!" She leaned against the counter until she had regained her breath, then she took the dog back outside. Returning to the kitchen, she picked up her clothes after wiping up the blob of cum on the floor, and went into the bathroom to douche.
It was well past noon when Donnie and his uncle returned. Baker left the car in the Allen's driveway, then crossed the street with the boy to Carol's house. When she let them in, Carol noticed that the boy's eyes were red from crying. She silently put an arm across his shoulder and led him back to his bedroom.
"Why don't you lay down for a few minutes, honey?" she said tenderly. "You don't have to go to sleep, but I think you should rest for a while."
The boy nodded dumbly then dropped down on the bed, burying his head in the pillow. Carol patted him on the shoulder then turned and left the room, closing the door.
"How about a drink, Arlan?" she asked as she entered the living room. "I think we could both use one, couldn't we?"
"Please," he replied, sighing heavily. He sank down into a chair as Carol went to the bar.
Carol sloshed two tumblers half full of bourbon, added a few ice cubes and a little water, then handed Arlan one. "How did it go? Did Donnie get all shook up?"
Baker took a long swallow of his drink. "Yes. He took it rather badly. I think it had all been building up since ... since the accident. I'm sure hell be all right now, though. It may take some time, but I think hell get over it."
"When are you leaving? "
"As soon as I can get packed. I'm still quite worried about my wife. I wish I could take the boy back with me, but I'm sure you can understand."
"It's quite all right, Arlan. I do understand. Donnie will be perfectly safe with me. And I'll keep an eye out on the house."
"I've been thinking about that, too," Arlan said. "I think I might be able to get my company to transfer me to this sales territory. We've been living in an apartment for several years, and we've been thinking about getting a house. If I could get transferred here, we could move in over there and Donnie could live with us. That way, it would solve all our problems."
"That sounds like a good idea, Arlan."
"Well, there are a lot of things to work out yet. But it's an idea. I'll work on it as soon as I get back and let you know. By the way, I talked to the insurance people yesterday, and they seem entirely satisfied. There was some question about that boy that hit them being drunk, but evidently the insurance companies have worked it out. So, within thirty days or so Donnie should be getting the insurance money as the sole beneficiary."
"Why, that would be nice," Carol said relieved.
"At least his immediate future would be secure."
"That's right," Baker nodded. "That's about the only good thing that came out of this whole mess. Well, I must be going. I won't bother Donnie. Tell him goodbye for me, and tell him I'll be in touch with him as soon as I can." He finished his drink, stood up, and went to the door. "Thank you again, Mrs. Dunlevy. I can't tell, you how much I appreciate all of your help."
Carol went over to him smiling. "It's the least I could do, Arlan. Take care, and let me know how things work out with you."
When he had gone, Carol could hardly contain her gaiety. She had a whole month with Donnie. Thirty whole days. Of course she'd have to share him with Mary, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem. That little man could fuck like a rabbit, and there was more than enough for both of them.
She snatched up her glass and went to the bar to fix another drink. She laughed, toasting her good" fortune, then drank it down.
"That beautiful young cock is all mine," she said aloud. "And I can have it whenever I want. How wonderful!"
CHAPTER NINE
While Donnie slept soundly in his room, Carol proceeded to get drunk. She was extremely happy at the turn of events. Neither the insurance company nor the police would bug her anymore, and she could look forward to an entire month with her little-boy lover. They were both good reasons to celebrate. The many highballs she consumed during the next hour were too much for her however, and she finally reeled off to her bedroom, humming a vague tune to herself. Dropping down on the bed, she passed out immediately.
The insistent ringing of the doorbell woke Donnie. He rubbed his eyes, got his bearings, then stepped into the hallway. The bell was still ringing, so he went to answer it.
"Hi, Donnie," Debbie said softly. "I ... I saw you at the ... funeral. I ... I thought I'd drop by and see how you were. You didn't look too good when you left."
"Thanks, Debbie. C'mon in. I don't know where Carol is." The boy closed the door and they sat down. "I saw you there. Thanks a lot for coming."
"Oh, that's all right," Debbie said, smiling. "I liked your folks a lot. I didn't see your uncle's car. Has he gone?"
"Beats me. I've been sleeping."
The girl had changed into hot pants and halter, and Donnie found it difficult to keep his eyes from her bountiful figure. Debbie's large, well-formed tits threatened to overflow the tiny covering, and Donnie had to control an impulse to step over and pull it off.
"Maybe Carol went someplace with your uncle, do you suppose? I was kinda surprised she didn't come to the funeral."
"She said she didn't feel good. Maybe I'd better go see where she is." Donnie got up and went down the hallway. When he returned he was shaking his head sadly.
"Is she here?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah. She's in bed. With all her clothes on. And it smells like she's been drinking a lot. I shut the door. She's probably sleeping it off."
Debbie got up and went to the boy, putting her arms around his neck and pressing closely against him. "I'm so glad you're going to stay," she murmured. "Even though it isn't very long, we can have a lot of fun, can't we?"
The boy's cock hardened as she pressed her hard pelvis against him, her titties flattened against his chest. "Yeah. It's going to be great. But we'll have to be careful. I don't want Carol catching us."
Debbie giggled. "I don't think that old bat knows what fucking is. She's too old for that kind of stuff."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," he said, smiling to himself. "She's been around, and she probably knows a helluva lot more than we do."
Debbie squeezed him again. "Shell probably sleep for a while, Donnie. Why don't we do something? Right now. Here. Would you like to?"
"Jeez, yeah," the boy groaned, pressing his hardened shaft against her belly. "But I ... I don't know how long she'll be in there. Christ, if she ever caught us there'd be hell to pay."
"Let's take a chance," Debbie pleaded. "Please?" She backed away slightly and reached down to grasp his stiffened dong under his jeans, closing her fingers around his stiff rod. "Please, Donnie. It wouldn't take long. Just once?"
The boy glanced down the hall nervously, then turned back to the girl and nodded. "Okay. But let's make it quick. What do you want to do?"
"Let's eat each other, shall we?" Debbie backed away and began undoing her halter, letting it slide down her arms, baring her large, conical titties, the pink pointed nipples hard. 'I'll suck you while you eat my pussy, okay?"
Donnie had his shirt off and was unbuckling his belt. "Okay. But we'll have to do it on the floor. There isn't enough room on the couch."
He stared longingly at her hairy bush as she skinned her shorts and panties down her legs. The pink lips of her cunny gleamed wetly in her dark, hairy crotch. His dong twitched and throbbed as he kicked his pants off his feet.
"Lay down," Debbie whispered throatily. "Hurry up, Donnie. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it."
Grinning widely, Donnie got down on his back, his dick jerking with anticipation as he waited for her to straddle his face.
Debbie stood over him, letting him gaze up at her dilated twat and her firm full creamy mounds, then she squatted down, placing her moist canyon directly over his mouth. Leaning forward, she grasped his piston at the base with her thumb and forefinger, then began kissing and nibbling at the thick shaft as she settled her twat down onto his waiting tongue.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Donnie's groans were muffled by her hairy canyon as he grasped her hips and pulled her juice-filled crevice down to his face. His hot tongue began to flick up and down her slit, lapping and licking at the velvety folds and the gaping hole of her tunnel. "Uuunngghhh! Aaarrggghhh!"
"Uuummmmm! Uuummmmm! Uuummmmm!" Debbie was moaning excitedly as she forced his foreskin down his dong with her lips and tongue, then began rimming and tonguing the swollen head of his shaft. She was sucking and slurping loudly as she squirmed her greasy cunt over Donnie's face, thrilling with delight at his darting tongue that was reaming her hole. "Ummmm! Uuummmmm!"
"Uuunnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Donnie's nose was pressed tightly against her bunghole as he forced his tongue up her liquid-filled canal, letting her milk flow directly into his mouth as he swallowed thirstily. Her pussy tasted so sweet. He closed his eyes as he pushed his face upward, the moist lips of her twat covering his chin as he ate her passionately.
Debbie's body quivered and trembled. She pressed her hungry mouth farther down his shaft, sucking so hard her cheeks puckered as she nodded and bobbed her head on his slick shaft. "UUUMMM! UUUMMMMM!"
"Oh, Donnie!" she thought. "Cum! Please cum! Oh, God! You taste so good! Your prick is so beautiful! Oh, Jesus! Donnie!"
The boy pulled his feet up, then began hunching his ass off the floor, thrusting his dong between her grasping lips, shoving it into her mouth as far as it would go. Her naked, hanging tits were brushing across his taut belly, tickling him as her mouth did wonderful things to his aching tool.
"AAARRGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! WHHUUUNNNGGG!" Donnie moaned loudly into her milky valley as he squirmed and writhed under her demanding mouth. "Uuummmm! Uuuummmmm! Aarrrgghh!"
Feeling her orgasm mounting, and sensing that the boy was about ready to blow, the girl began sucking his thick prick faster, tugging and pulling on the hard throbbing shaft. Suddenly the sweet cock swelled between her lips. Then hot cream was spurting from the end, spraying her tonsils as it gushed out in tremendous waves.
"UUUMMMMM!" she whimpered, swallowing his jetting stream thirstily. "UUUMMMMM! UUUMMMMM!"
Donnie felt the girl's body shudder in climax and he pulled her cunt even tighter against his face, stabbing her creamy tunnel with his tongue as she wriggled and twitched on top of him. ''UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!UNGH!UNGH! UNGH!"
The young couple thrashed and wriggled, quivered and shook as delights of orgasms surged through their bodies, flashing with bright lights behind their closed eyelids, relief flooding their loins.
They continued to twitch for several moments then Debbie carefully licked the boy's jerking tool from base to tip, drinking the last drops that oozed from the end. She sighed heavily, then got to her feet.
"Oh, Donnie! That was wonderful!" she gasped. "I love to taste your cum. And the way you eat me...! Wow!"
He looked up at her through half-closed eyes and grinned. "Let's fuck now, Debbie. Let's...."
They heard the bedroom door open, and after a moment there was the sound of a stream of water flowing into the toilet bowl in the bathroom. An expression of fright crossed their faces as Donnie bounded up off the floor. Then the sound of the shower being turned on came down the hallway. Sighing with relief, the two children quickly grabbed up their clothes and began putting them on.
"I'm going to get out of here before she comes out," Debbie whispered, stuffing her tits into the halter. "Don't tell her I've been here. I'll come back tomorrow."
Donnie nodded as he clinched up his belt. "Okay. Maybe we can go over to my house tomorrow. We wouldn't have to worry about anybody bothering us there."
"Right on. I've got to go now." Debbie kissed him lightly then hurried to the door. She stopped, waved, then slipped out.
Donnie finished buttoning his shirt, then switched on the TV and sat down, acting as nonchalant as he could. He was still sitting there when a few minutes later Carol came into the room stark naked, her eyes red and bleary looking.
"Have a nice nap, Donnie?" she asked, going directly to the bar to mix a highball.
"Yeah. I saw you were sleeping when I got up, so I closed your door. I didn't want to wake you."
"I almost wish you had. God, I feel terrible." She added water to the bourbon, plopped a few ice cubes in, then turned around. "Well, sweetheart. Here's to us. We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we?"
Donnie nodded while she drained half the glass then sat down and lit a cigarette. She looked older now than he had ever seen her. And he was mentally comparing her veined legs, puffy waist and sagging tits with Debbie's tight, lush figure. He hadn't noticed it before, but she was old.
Carol observed him staring at her and felt self-conscious. She knew she didn't look her best, and she could see by his eyes that he was disappointed. She stood up quickly with her drink and cigarette. "I'm going to go freshen up, honey. I'll be back in a few minutes. Then we'll decide what we're going to do about dinner."
Hurrying back to her bedroom, Carol stood in front of the mirror, inspecting herself. She looked terrible. It was doubtful whether even make-up could make her look the way she wanted to, but she was going to give it one helluva try. She spent a full twenty minutes applying eye shadow, lipstick and powder, then brushed out her long, thick hair.
Almost as an afterthought she patted powder all over her shoulders and down her body, then touched lipstick lightly to each nipple, rubbing it in to make them look rosy. She dabbed perfume behind her ears, on her throat, behind her knees, then rubbed a few drops into the hair of her cunt.
"Well," she thought, appraising herself in the mirror, "I'm no beauty queen, but it's not all that bad." She pulled her shoulders back to thrust her tits out farther, then returned to the living room.
"There now. That's not so bad, is it? At least I could pass for a human being." She refilled her glass then sat down on the couch. "All right, dear. What do you want to do? Eat here or go out?"
"Jeez. I don't know, Carol. Whatever you want. I'm not too awfully hungry." The boy dropped his gaze to her cunny. Debbie's blow job had felt good, but his stiffening prick needed more than that. He was prime for a good, fast fuck, and he wondered if Carol was in the mood.
She watched him staring at her pussy and smiled. When she saw his jeans beginning to bulge at his pelvis, she realized happily that she was turning him on again. Spreading her thighs wide she dropped a hand to her cunt and began caressing it lovingly.
"Would you like to fuck, Donnie?" she said quietly. "Would you like to stick your big old prick in there?"
"Christ, yes," he rasped, his dick throbbing to a full erection as he watched her fondle her cunt. "Do ... do you want to?"
Carol felt a little mean, remembering the look on his face when he stared at her before she fixed herself up. She wanted to make the boy so hot he couldn't stand it before she let him fuck her.
"All right, honey. You can fuck me. But first I want you to eat my pussy. All right?"
"Sure," he gasped. "Sure I will. Let me take my clothes off first though. These tight pants hurt my cock when it gets hard." He stood up and quickly undressed, his gaze intent on her hand that was caressing her hairy twat. When he had stripped he knelt between her legs, his hard, thick shaft jerking with desire.
"Ready, sweetheart?" Carol crooned. She removed her hand and slid down over the cushion until her gash was hanging over the edge. She moved her legs wide apart, then smiled down at the boy. "All right, baby. Eat it. Eat that beautiful cunny."
The boy moaned deep in his throat then leaned forward, his tongue outstretched. He lapped at her slit from asshole to clit, then buried his face in the folds of her crevice as he began reaming the dilated opening of her tunnel.
"Whhuuunnnggg! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Donnie!
Donnie! That's my baby! That's my little lover! Oh, eat me, sweetheart! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! Whhuunnggg!" Carol set her glass on the table and began squirming as Donnie licked her cunt deliciously.
"UUUUMMMMM! UUUMMMMMM!" The boy lifted her legs to his shoulders, then reached up to knead her titties as he ate her twat hungrily, his mouth and tongue making wet sounds as he nuzzled her cunt. "UUUMMMMM! UUUMMMMM!"
"DONNIE! DONNIE! OH, GOD! BABY! EAT ME! RIGHT THERE! OH! OHHHH! UUNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! LAP IT UP, BABY! LICK THAT HOT CUNT! EAT ME! EAATT MEEEE! WHHUUNNNGGG!"
Donnie pulled a hand back and grasped his dick, squeezing it tightly as he slurped and mouthed her creamy gash. He wanted her to cum quickly. He wanted to stick his dick into that tight tube and feel it blow off in her belly.
"OHHHHH! WHHHUUUNNNGGG! DONNIE! DONNIE! WHHUFFF! A AARRGGGHHH! YOU'RE MAKING ME ... CUUMMMMM! DONNIE! DONNIE!"
Carol was hunching her ass up to his face, pushing her milk-filled twat against his mouth as she wriggled and squirmed. His hot tongue was burrowing into her hole, tickling the sensitive tissues and bringing her to a thrilling climax.
Gripping his head with both hands, she jammed it into her cunt as her heels dug into his back. The ecstasy of orgasm throbbed through her body, forcing her to gasp, making her tummy flutter. Then she sank back limply, whimpering.
The boy removed his face from her pussy and sat back on his heels, his mouth, nose and chin wet from her cum. "Can we fuck now, Carol? Please? My nuts hurt."
"All right, dear. Get up here and sit down." She patted the cushion next to her and stood up.
Donnie rose on shaky legs and sat down, his thick, swollen shaft jerking wildly. Carol groaned then mounted him, her knees on either side of his hips. She reached down, gripped his shaft, then guided it into her greasy tube, the head of his rod spreading the tissues in her tunnel as she gently settled down on his dong.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God, Donnie! You've got such a big cock! It's so big! Uuunnngghhhh! I just can't believe it's mine! ALL MINE!"
"Carol!" the boy simpered. "Oh, Carol! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Squeeze your cunt! Aaarrrgghhhh! Oh, God, my balls hurt! Fuck me! Whhuuunnnggg!"
Carol cupped a tittie in her hand and bent forward, brushing the hard nipple across his lips. The boy opened his mouth and took the end of her nipple in, sucking and chewing on the soft tittie while Carol squirmed her ass on his dong.
"Hang on, sweetheart," she murmured. "I'm going to fuck that beautiful cock right off."
Placing her hands on his shoulders, Carol rose up slowly, then settled back down, greasing his dick before she began fucking him in earnest. When it was sliding in and out easily she increased the tempo, corkscrewing her cunt up and down as she hammered on his dong.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! WHHUUNNNNGGG! OH, DONNIE! DONNIE! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PRICK! IT GOES WAY UP INSIDE ME! OH, JESUS! DONNIE! AARRRGGGHHH! OHHH, LOVER! BABY! I CANT BELIEVE IT'S ALL MINE! WHHUUUNNNGGG!"
She leaned forward, almost smothering the boy with her huge tittie as she slammed her pussy down on his dong again and again, thwacking her bare ass against his thighs.
"IT'S ... TOO ... MUCH! Carol whimpered through clenched teeth as she pumped on his dick, forcing the head to slam against her womb each time she dropped down on it. "YOU'RE ... SO ... BEAUTIFUL! WHHUUNNGGG! I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF YOU! I'LL ... NEVER ... GET ... ENOUGH! OH, JESUS, DONNIE! BABY! LOVER!
AAARRRGGGHHHH!"
The boy dropped her nipple from his mouth and shouted, "CAROL! OH, GOD! CAROL! WHHUUNNGGG! I'M CUMMING! OH, GOD! CAROL! UNHG! UNGH! UNGH! AAARRRGGGHHH! WHHUUNNNGGG! He hunched his ass upward, driving his piston deep into her tummy. "WHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"BABY! JESUS! BABY!" His hot cum was exploding in her tunnel, spraying the opening to her uterus, filling her tight tube with creamy juice. "DOOONNNIIIEEE!" she screamed. "AAARRRGGGHHHHH!"
She sank against him, breathing hard as her body quivered and trembled. She would never be able to bear losing her wonderful young fucker. It would be like tearing her heart out if he would ever leave her.
"Oh, Donnie!" she simpered into the hollow of his throat. "I love you, dear! I love you so very much! Don't ever leave me! Promise me you'll never leave me! Don't ever take that beautiful cock away! I couldn't stand it! Ohhhh, Donnie!"
They remained motionless for several minutes, then Carol slowly got off his lap, easing his long dick from her pussy. Holding her legs together, she went into the bathroom to release his fluid. She returned with a towel to wipe Donnie's still jerking dong. When she was through she sat down next to him.
"We still haven't decided what we're going to do about dinner," she said, smiling. "What do you say we go out? I think we could both stand getting away from this house for a while."
"Fine with me, Carol. I'm too pooped to argue anyway. I'll go take a shower and put on some clean clothes."
"You do that, dear. I'll be ready when you are."
by the time they arrived at the restaurant, Donnie's appetite had returned, and he wolfed down a thick steak as though there were no tomorrow. Carol ate sparingly, devoting herself instead to the steady round of martinis she kept ordering. They were both in good spirits by the time they returned to the house, though a bit tired from the day's activities. As they stepped in the door the phone was ringing and Carol went to answer it.
"This is George, Carol. I thought I'd let you know that I heard the insurance companies have finally agreed to settle. I don't think they'll be bothering you any more."
"Yes. That's what I heard too. But thanks for calling anyway."
"Just a minute. I haven't finished. I'm not accusing you of anything, but I've heard some pretty strange rumors around here since Lenny died. I think you know what I'm getting at. At any rate, I think the best thing would be a divorce. I won't make it hard on you. You can have the house and you can still keep the shares in the business. I would appreciate it though, if you'd continue doing the bookkeeping."
Carol smiled happily, surprised at his graciousness. "All right, George. Whatever you say. I think you're right. I don't think it would ever work with us any more. You go ahead and do whatever you see fit. I'll go along with anything you say."
There was a long pause at the other end of the line, then George said, sadly, "All right, Carol. I'll start the ball rolling tomorrow. Goodnight. And I wish you the best of luck."
"Same to you, dear," Carol hung up the phone.
Everything was going so beautifully she felt like pinching herself to make sure it was real. All of the agony of the last week-end was almost forgotten, and now her life had changed completely for the better. She was bubbling happily as she sat with her young lover and watched television until they were both too tired to focus on the screen.
"Let's go to bed, sweetheart," she cooed. "I want to hold you next to me."
They both went to her room and undressed, then Carol turned off the light and they climbed into bed. Carol kissed the boy passionately, and cuddled him close until he was asleep. Then she threw back the covers and crawled down between his legs to rest her head on his pelvis, his soft dick pressing against her cheek. She went to sleep that way, nuzzling his soft cock.
Donnie was helping her with the breakfast dishes the next morning when Mary came over. Carol let her in, smiling happily and they sat down in the living room.
"Well, you look like you had a good night," Mary said. "How many times did he stick you?"
Carol laughed. "Oh, more than enough. I just love that boy. I wish there was some way I could adopt him and keep him around all the time."
"You ought to look into it," Mary said. "I should imagine there's a good possibility you could. If I didn't have my girls, I'd take him in in a minute. God! That would be heaven! A beautiful big cock whenever you wanted it."
"Yes. It is nice," Carol nodded. "I suppose ... that you want a little this morning, don't you? Donnie's drying the dishes. He should be out in a few minutes."
"I suppose you think I'm terrible, but I do. My ... my husband fucked me twice last night. But it was nothing like having Donnie. I'm afraid that Md has spoiled me. Lord! Just thinking about him makes my pussy hot!"
"I know what you mean. Do you want him by yourself? You can use my bedroom if you want."
"Would you mind? I mean ... I mean, I want to thank you for sharing him and everything, but I'd like to have him alone this morning. That is, if it's okay with you."
Carol smiled. "Of course, Mary. I understand. I've got some shopping to do anyway. You do whatever you want, and I'll be back in about an hour." Carol picked up her purse and went to the door. She turned and winked at the other woman. "Don't fuck him dry, dear. Leave something for me, will you?" She laughed as she stepped outside.
Donnie came into the room a few minutes later, stopping short when he saw Mary. "Oh. Hi. I didn't know you were here. Where's Carol?"
"She went to the store, honey. Shell be back in about an hour." The woman stood up and walked over to him. "I thought ... I thought we might have some fun this morning. Do you think you could ... could take care of a very nice lady that wants you very much?"
The boy stared down at her large tits that were pressing tightly against her light dress. "I ... ahhh ... Jeez. I guess so. Do you ... do you want to do it out here?"
Mary reached down and began rubbing his prick. "Carol said we could use her room. Let's go in there, darling. God! I can hardly wait. I thought about you all night."
"Okay." The boy turned and led the way down the hallway to Carol's bedroom.
As soon as they were inside, Mary began stripping her clothes off, tossing them every which way as she nervously peeled down to bare skin. She was already on the bed with her thighs spread wide while Donnie was still taking his pants off. She moaned softly when she saw his long, thick shaft pulsing into a hard-on.
"Oh, Donnie! Donnie! Hurry up please! I want to feel that big prick inside me! It's so beautiful!"
The boy's eyes roved over her naked figure; the lush tits, the flat belly, and the pink, milky gash gleaming in her hairy pussy. He clambered up on the bed quickly, moving up between her legs to drop down on her gigantic tits.
"Oh, Mary!" he moaned. "My God, Mary! Oh, I want to fuck you!"
"Oh, God!" she said urgently. "Stick it in! Stick it in, baby! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, you beautiful lover, you!"
CHAPTER TEN
Mary grabbed frantically for Donnie's hard shaft. She greased the tip with her milk then shoved the head into her tube, whimpering all the while. Withdrawing her hand, she dug her heels into the boy's ass and pushed him forward, ramming his dick into her tight cunt.
"WHHUUUFFFFF! UUNNNGGGHHH! WHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, GOD, DONNIE! OHHHH! YOU MAGNIFICENT STUD! UUUNNNGGHHH! SHOVE IT ALL THE WAY IN! ALL THE WAY, BABY! OH, GOD! WHHUUUNNNGGG!"
Donnie put his hands under her shoulders and lunged upward, piercing her twat with his shaft, cramming it all the way in to the end. "AAARRRGGGHHH! WHHHUUUNNNGGG! MARY! OH, GOD! YOU'VE GOT A TIGHT CUNT! JESUS!"
He buried his head in her hair as he began pumping his prong in to her, delighting in the tight tissues that were caressing his dick. Thrilling tingles surged into his balls as he speared her repeatedly with his long, thick pecker.
"OH, DONNIE! DONNIE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! IT'S SO BIG! OH, GOD! OH, LORD! DONNIE! AARRGGHHHH! FASTER, BABY! HARDER! DO IT TO ME! JESUS! WHHUUNNNGGG!"
Her fingers clawed at his back as she squirmed and wriggled under him, twisting her pussy around and around his stabbing dick. She pressed his hairless chest against her lush titties, groaning throatily as his man-sized piston darted in and out of her tunnel.
"MARY! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, GOD, MARY! YOU FUCK SO GOOD! WHHUUUNNNGGG!" His balls were slapping against her bunghole as he screwed her wildly, her grasping cunt clenching at his dick as he jabbed her rhythmically. "WWWHHHUUUUFFFFFF! AAARRGGGHHH! MARY! MARY!"
"DON'T TALK, LOVER," she cried out. "JUST FUCK ME! OH, FUCK ME, BABY! OHHH, YOU'RE THE GREATEST! UUUNNGGGHHH! FASTER! PUMP THAT PECKER! OH, CHRIST! WHHUUUFFF!"
Around the corner from the Allen's house, Debbie was sitting on her porch disconsolately. Damn that Mrs. Dunlevy anyway! Why did she have to wake up just then? There was no telling when she could get to Donnie's big cock the next time. Her pussy ached as she thought about the boy's immense tool and how it felt, reaming her cunt.
Her pussy was getting wet as she thought about it, and she was about to go up to her room to jack off when she saw Carol's car turn the corner and pass her house. She was alone. That meant that Donnie was by himself. Oh, thank God! Thank God! Jumping up, the girl ran as fast as she could to the Dunlevy house, excitement and anticipation tingling her womb. She hurried up to the door, opened it, and stepped inside quickly.
She closed the door and stopped. Soft moaning and groaning was coming from one of the bedrooms. Stealthily, she crossed the living room and went down the hall, glancing into Donnie's empty bedroom, then continuing on to Carol's room. She peeked in and saw Donnie mounted on Mrs. Hart, his ass hunching as he stabbed his dick into her twat, making wet, fucking sounds.
Debbie's jaw dropped as she stared. The woman was writhing and squirming under the boy, hunching her ass up to his plunging shaft. Neither of them noticed the girl standing in the doorway as they clutched each other, fucking wildly.
"MARY!" he shouted, his body stiffening. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WHHUUNNGGG! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OHHHHH, MAAARRRYYY!"
As Debbie watched, the couple arched their backs as orgasm sped through their bodies. They shook and twitched, shivered and trembled, then the boy sank down on the woman's tits gasping for breath. The young girl turned and walked to the living room, shaking her head sadly. Donnie would never want her now.
"Oh, Donnie!" Mary whimpered. "That was just wonderful! Just like I dreamed it would be! Oh, honey! You fuck so beautifully! I came so hard it hurt! Oh, lover!" She rolled him over on his back and kissed him passionately, then got off the bed.
"Are we through now?" the boy asked, his chest heaving from the exertion. "Don't you want any more?"
Mary laughed. "Not right now, sweetheart. Maybe later on. I don't want to tire you out. I'd better go get rid of your juice now. Damn! I think you shot three quarts into me." She went out the door and crossed the hall to the bathroom.
Debbie was standing in the living room, out of sight of the hallway, quivering with rage and frustration. What right had that old bitch to fuck Donnie, and in another woman's house? She had started to leave, but had stopped to hear what was going to happen. Then, with Mary out of bed, she was afraid she'd get caught. She decided to wait until Mary went back to the bedroom before going out the door.
She heard the toilet flush, and peeked down the hallway to see Mary's naked ass disappearing into Carol's bedroom. Turning around quickly, she darted toward the door and opened it. Standing directly in front of her, barring her way with her hand out for the knob, stood Carol. The woman's eyes opened wide when she saw the girl.
"Why, Debbie! What ... what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Mrs. Dunlevy. I'm so sorry," the girl whined. "I didn't mean to. I ... I just came by to see Donnie and...."
Carol stepped inside and closed the door, eyeing the girl suspiciously. "Is Donnie still here?"
"Yes," the girl said quietly, staring at the floor. "He's in the ... the bedroom with ... Mrs. Hart."
"Oh, God!" Carol thought. "She saw them! Now what the hell am I going to do? Goddamnit, why didn't they lock the door when I left?"
"All right, dear. Just sit down and wait a minute. Let me take these groceries to the kitchen and I'll be right back."
When she reached her bedroom door, Carol glanced in and saw Mary and Donnie dressing.
"Wait in here a minute," she whispered. "We've got a problem."
Leaving the groceries and her purse on the kitchen table, Carol went back to the living room to confront Debbie. The first thing she had to do was find out exactly what the girl had seen.
"How ... how long have you been here, honey?"
"Oh, just a few minutes, Mrs. Dunlevy. I ... I just wanted to see Donnie for a few minutes. I shouldn't have walked right in, I know. But ... I did. I heard them in the bedroom and then I ... I went and looked. Do you know what they were doing?"
Carol closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes, Debbie. I know. And now you do, too. I'd like to keep it our secret. Will you do that for me?"
Slowly Debbie began to realize what was going on. Both women must be fucking Donnie. Both those old bags were shoving their cunts in the boy's face, screwing him together while she had to sneak around with him.
"I don't know why I should," the girl said coldly. "I think it's a pretty rotten scene. How long has this been going on, anyway? My, God! He's only eleven years old!"
"I know," Carol muttered, nodding her head sadly. "I know. But we ... we both needed him very much. Surely you can understand that, Debbie."
The girl snorted sarcastically. "Sure. I understand. That's why you wanted him to stay here, isn't it? You wanted to be able to take him to bed whenever you wanted to. Boy! That's a pretty rotten trick, if you ask me."
Carol stood up quickly. "Don't leave. Just sit tight there." She went down the hallway to her room. "Mary, will you step out here for a minute? Donnie, just wait right there."
Mary followed Carol back into the living room. She had heard the voices, but didn't know who was speaking, and when she saw Debbie she was startled.
"We've got to explain some things to Debbie," Carol said to Mary. "It seems she saw you in the bedroom."
"Oh, no!" Mary gasped.
"Yes, I did," Debbie said quickly. "How could you Mrs. Hart? How could you?"
"So, why are you so interested?" Mary replied, her voice hard. "You've been sneaking around with him, too. Don't sit there and tell me he hasn't fucked you."
The girl was taken aback. She had thought no one knew. She sucked in her breath sharply then shrugged, giving in. "That's right. I guess it might as well all come out. Yes, I fucked him. Why shouldn't I? At least I'm not old enough to be his mother."
"Now, now," Carol said calmly. "Let's take it easy and discuss this like adults. It seems we all want Donnie, doesn't it? Well, why can't we all have him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He's been fucking all of us anyway. Why can't all three of us offer him our pussies? As long as we don't try to wear him out, I don't see where there would be any problem?"
The other two females stared at her, awe-struck. Then Debbie said, "All three of us? My, God! We'd kill him! He couldn't fuck us all! He'd never be able to...."
"Well, good Lord, honey," Mary said. "We're not going to gang-bang him. He doesn't have to fuck us all at once, you know. Just one at a time. I don't see anything wrong with that. I agree with you, Carol. Why not all three of us?"
"It really isn't our decision to make," Carol said. "Let's ask Donnie to come to the living room.
"Honey, we've got something to ask you," Carol said when the boy came in. "Debbie ... Debbie would like to join our little party. What do you think?"
The boy looked at the two older women, then let his gaze run over Debbie's voluptuous figure. "Goddamn!" he thought. "What a cool scene!"
"Well I ... I suppose so. If it's all right with you, Carol. I mean, it's your house and all. Whatever you want to do."
The females laughed at his boyish shyness.
"Okay then," Carol said. "If you think you're up to it, I know we'd love every minute of it." She turned to Debbie. "I suppose you came here for a little, didn't you?"
Debbie nodded coyly, "Yes. Yes, I did. But we're not going to ... to do it in front of each other, are we?"
"Why not?" Mary said, grinning. "We all might learn something. Why don't we start by getting rid of these clothes? There's no point in being dressed while we're discussing fucking."
As soon as she was finished speaking, Mary began taking her dress off and Carol followed suit. Debbie looked from one woman to the other, then stood up and began stripping. Donnie's prick got hard as he watched the females undress, then he began taking his clothes off, eyeing the titties and pussies with eager anticipation.
"There's that beautiful prick," Carol said, smiling as Donnie pulled his pants down his legs. "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, girls?"
"It sure is," Debbie said. "Can I have it first? Please? I'm just dying for a fuck."
"Certainly, dear," Carol said. "C'mon, Mary. I'll fix you a drink while the kids go to it."
Debbie dropped down on her back on the rug, spreading her thighs wide. "C'mon, Donnie!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Oh, God, honey! My cunt is so hot I don't know what to do! Hurry up! Stick it in!"
The older women watched as the boy got on his knees between the girl's outstretched legs and laid down on top of her, guiding his thick, throbbing prick into her twat. Debbie shrieked as it slipped inside her, then began writhing on the floor the instant his balls touched her ass.
"FUCK ME, DONNIE! OH, JESUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, HONEY! FORGET THEM! JUST STICK THAT BEAUTIFUL PRICK IN ME! OH, GOD! AARRGGHHH! WHHUUNNGG! DONNIE!"
The boy's ass quivered as he slammed his tool home again and again, grunting as he shoved his dong deep into the girl's belly. "AARRGGHHH! WHHUUNNGG! WHHUUFFF! GODDAMN, DEBBIE! OH, JESUS! WHAT A CUNT! OH, GOD! UUNNGGHHH! HUNCH YOUR ASS! HUNCH IT, DEBBIE! ARRGGHHH!"
"Jesus Christ, that boy knows how to fuck!" Mary gasped as she watched the boy prong Debbie. "That little fucker could make a mint if he charged for it."
Carol laughed. "Don't even suggest it. I don't think I could afford it." Her eyes were fixed on Donnie's tool, streaked with milk as it appeared then disappeared into Debbie's wet tube.
"I'M ... GOING ... AS ... FAST ... AS ... I ... CAN!" the boy grunted, hunching feverishly at the moist canal, feeling the hard nipples of her huge titties brushing against his chest. "OH, DEBBIE! DAMN! WHHUUNNNGGG! AARRGGHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M ... CUUUMMMMIINNNGGG! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AARRGGHHH!"
"NOW!" the girl screamed. "NOW! SHOOT IT IN! SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT! OH, GOD, DONNIE! AARRGGHHH! WHHUUNNGGG!" The girl's back arched off the floor as she shook and trembled with orgasm.
"Is that the way he did it to you?" Carol asked, smiling at Mary.
"Just about like that. Goddamn, what a dick! It's making me hotter than hell just watching him fuck somebody else!"
"Me too," Carol said sighing. "God, he's a lovely boy."
Donnie slithered his still jerking dong from Debbie's hot cunt, dripping cream on the rug as he stood up on wobbly legs. "Wheeew!" he groaned. "I think you gals are trying to fuck my cock off."
Carol and Mary giggled. "No, we're not, darling," Carol said. "Well let you rest for a while. We realize you can't fuck constantly, but it's my turn next. The other gals have had their share."
"That's fair enough," Mary said. "But why can't we all do it at once?"
"I don't understand," Carol said. "What are you getting at?"
Mary winked at her. "Well, I was just thinking we could all have some fun at the same time without using Donnie's cock up. Debbie could eat my cunt while you finger-fucked her, and Donnie could eat you. How does that sound?"
"Just beautiful," Carol said happily. She looked down at Debbie who lay on the floor, a puzzled expression on her face. "How would you like to eat a juicy cunt, honey?"
Debbie looked up at her, then turned to gaze at Mary's lush pussy. "I ... I think I'd like that. I've never done it before, but I think I'd like to try."
"Terrific," Mary said. She took a long swallow of her highball, then set the glass on the bar and laid down on the rug. "C'mon, Debbie. Get your mouth down there and eat me like you like to have boys eat you. Just do it the way you like."
"Okay." Debbie rolled over and got to her knees, then crawled up between Mary's legs, staring intently at the glistening pink folds gleaming wetly in the hairy bush.
When she was in place, Carol squatted down behind the girl, motioning Donnie to get down between her legs on his back. The boy laid down then inched forward until his face was directly under Carol's wet canyon. She looked down at his eyes and smiled.
"Ready, honey?" she crooned. "Eat me nice, sweetheart. Eat me 'til I cum."
Debbie bent low with her ass hiked in the air and separated the folds of Mary's twat with her tongue. Then she began lapping hungrily at the milk-filled canyon.
Carol balanced on one hand and reached out for Debbie's cum-filled cunt. She caressed the moist valley tenderly, then stabbed two fingers into the girl's gaping hole as she settled her tingling pussy down over Donnie's open mouth.
"Oh, Debbie," Mary groaned. "Debbie! Eat me! Honey! Oh, God that feels good! You know how! You know what girls like! Oh, Jesus! Whhuunngg! That a girl! Oh, Debbie! Eat me, honey! Eat me!"
The girl was lapping hungrily at Mary's delicious cunt as she swirled her ass around Carol's probing fingers. The older woman really knew how to jack a girl off, and her fingers were swirling and twisting inside her twat, thrilling her cuntal tissues.
Carol gazed down between her tits at Donnie's boyish face, his nose buried in her juice-filled valley, rubbing against her clit.
"Eat me, Donnie! Oh, honey! Eat me! Lap that cunt! Make me cum, honey! Oh, Jesus! Aarrgghhh! Donnie! Whhuunngg! Oh, it's heavenly! Eat me, lover boy! Eat me!"
Her arm was going like a piston as she rammed her fingers into Debbie's twat, swirling them around inside the slippery tunnel. She had never jacked a girl off before, but it was fun. Especially with Donnie tonguing her gash so expertly.
"UUUMMMMMM! UUMMMM!" Debbie's face was buried between the folds of Mary's slit, lapping furiously at the soft, pink folds, rimming and tonguing the gaping opening. "UUUMMM! UUMMMM!"
"EAT ME, DEBBIE!" Mary screamed. "EAT ME! OH, GOD! WHHUUNNG! WHUUFFF! YOU DO IT SO BEAUTIFULLY! OH, EAT ME, DARLING! EAT ME!" She buried her fingers in the young girl's hair, pressing her face even tighter against her crotch.
"OH, DONNIE!" Carol moaned loudly. "RIGHT THERE! THERE! WHHUUNNNNGGG! OH, HONEY! LAP THAT CUNT! EAT IT! OH, DEBBIE! WHAT A TIGHT CUNT YOU HAVE! CAN YOU FEEL THAT? CAN YOU FEEL MY FINGERS? AARRGGHHH! OH, JESUS!" She raised her face to the ceiling, whimpering as she hammered on the girl's pussy, driving her fingers even deeper into the slick tunnel.
As milk flowed from Mary's hunching cunt onto her tongue, Carol's exciting fingers forced Debbie to climax. The girl swirled and wriggled her ass, pushing backwards onto the plunging digits as she trembled and shook to the thrilling vibrations. "UUUUMMMM! UUMMMMM! UUMMMM!"
"DONNIE! DONNIE!" Carol shouted. "I'M CUMMING! OH, MY GOD! DONNIE! DONNIE!" She continued to dart her fingers into Debbie's snatch as she twisted and twirled her cunt on Donnie's flicking tongue, shuddering in orgasm.
The boy gripped his dong tightly as Carol came in his mouth, the warm fluid flowing onto his tongue and down his throat as he licked furiously at her juicy canyon.
The women wailed and whimpered, groaned and moaned, then stopped motionless to let their quivering bodies return to normal. After several moments, Carol slipped her cream covered fingers from Debbie's cunt and stood up. Then Debbie and Mary rose, followed by Donnie.
They were all silent as they found a seat and sank down, their chests heaving from the effort. Debbie's and Donnie's faces were covered with creamy milk as they eyed each other happily.
"That was really something," Mary said, sighing. "You're a beautiful cunt eater, Debbie."
"Thank you," the girl said smiling. "I'm glad you liked it." She turned to Carol, "What do we do now? Is that it?"
Carol started to reply but Mary interrupted before she could get a word out. "Hey, hon. How about that dog? Have you found out what he can do yet?"
"I ... I...." Carol stammered. "Well, yes I have. But I don't think...."
"Why not?" Mary said quickly. "We've got to let Donnie rest anyway. Let's bring him in. Let's see what he can do."
Carol hesitated, wondering what Donnie and Debbie would think if she showed them how Skipper could fuck. "Oh, what the hell," she thought. "We've gone about as far as we can anyway." She nodded, got up and went to the kitchen to call the dog in.
As soon as he was inside the door, Skipper was lapping at Carol's cunt, his long, raspy tongue licking at her pussy as his hard, red, pointed shaft creeped out of its sheath. She grabbed his collar to pull him away from her twat, then led him into the living room. His tail was going a mile a minute as he smelled the fresh pussy odor in the room.
"Well, here he is, Mary. Do you want him?"
Mary laughed excitedly. "Is he any good? Does he know how to do it?"
"He sure does. Just get down on your hands and knees and you'll find out."
Mary dropped down to the rug quickly, turning around so her ass was pointed towards the dog. "Okay. Let him go."
As soon as Carol's fingers released the collar, the dog bounded over to Mary and mounted her. She and the children watched in fascination as he banged his dick against Mary's twat, trying to find the hole. The woman reached back to guide it in, then let out a squeal as he lurched forward, pressing his dick all the way up her canal.
"OH, DOGGIE!" Mary shouted. "GOOD GOD! WHAT A PRICK! UUNNGGHHH! DAMN! IT'S SO HOT! OH, JESUS CHRIST! FUCK ME, DOGGIE! AARRGGHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Mary swirled her ass on the dog's tool, squirming delightedly as he hammered his dong into her twat.
Debbie moved over to Carol, fascinated by the animal. "Could I...? Could I have him next, Carol? Jesus! I've ... I've never seen a cock like that! It's pointed!"
"Sure you can, dear. But while Mary's getting fucked, why don't we take care of Donnie?" She went over to the boy and pulled him out of the chair by his hands. "C'mon, sweetheart. Lay down on the floor. Debbie and I will take care of you while we watch Mary get dog fucked."
The boy grinned and laid down on his back. Carol put her feet on either side of his hips then squatted down, aiming her twat at his stiff dick.
"C'mon, Debbie. Put your pussy on his face. He can eat you while I fuck him. He likes that."
"Oh, cool!" the girl murmured. She hunkered down, placing her juicy slit over Donnie's face. "Ohh, Donnie! Will you eat me real nicely? Stick your tongue way up in my cunt! Please?"
Carol settled her ass down on Donnie's prong, stuffing it into her tunnel and forcing it in until the tip was banging against her womb. "All right, Debbie. Let's do it to him. I'll fuck him real good and he'll eat you till you cum. Put your hands on my shoulders. That's it. Now let's go."
Carol and the girl looked over to where the dog was still hammering his dick into Mary's cunt as they began working their pussies on Donnie's anxious body. Carol began corkscrewing up and down on his shaft slowly while Debbie squirmed and swirled her canyon all over the boy's face, whimpering as he sucked and nibbled on her clit, then rimmed her hole with his hot tongue.
"Oh, Carol!" Debbie moaned. "I love to have him eat me! Oh, Jesus! Uuunngghh! Whhuufff! He sticks his tongue way up inside me! Ohhh! Ohhh! Donnie! Donnie! Eat me!"
Carol looked down at Donnie's moving chin, almost buried by Debbie's bush, then she stared at the girl's beautiful titties, sticking straight out from her chest so firm and hard. As she began twirling her ass up and down on Donnie's dick more rapidly, she wished desperately she had Debbie's lush, young titties.
"DOGGIE! DOGGIE!" Mary was screaming. "OH, MY GOD! AARRGGHH! WHHUUNNGG! MY, GOD, DOGGIE! NOW! OH, FUCK ME, DOGGIE! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! WHHUUNNGG! AARRGGHHH!AARRGGHHH!"
Debbie and Carol smiled at each other as Mary hit her climax. The girl was staring intently at Carol's hairy cunt, watching Donnie's dong slither in and out of her, thrilling at the feeling of his mouth in her canyon.
Donnie's ass lifted off the floor, pushing Carol up, then his hot cum was spewing into her twat, gushing out in a spray against her womb. The slamming liquid goaded her into climax, and she shook and trembled as the electric-like shocks shot through her body.
"DOOONNIIIEEEE!" Debbie cried out. "OH, LORD! DONNIE! WHHUUNNGG! WHHUUNNGG!" The girl clutched at Carol's shoulders and she gazed at the older woman with glazed eyes as spasms shook her. Then she began whimpering softly.
Mary was sitting in a chair with the dog at her feet when Carol and Debbie finally rose up off Donnie's prostate figure. The boy's eyes were closed and he seemed exhausted. Carol went quickly to the bar and poured a shot of brandy, returning to lift the boy's head up and offer it to him. He swallowed the liquid, then coughed and sputtered.
"Better now, honey?" Carol said soothingly.
"Yeah. I'm all right, now. Thanks. I ... I think I'd better rest though, before we do anything else."
"You've . fucked enough for one afternoon," Carol said, grinning. "Why don't you go take a cold shower? It might help."
The boy nodded and got to his feet, helped by Carol. He staggered off towards the bedroom like an old man, feeling his way along the wall.
"We'd better take it easy on him," Mary said seriously. "We don't want to ruin our gold mine."
"I think you're right, Mary," Debbie said. "I think I'll get dressed and go home. If I stay here I'll just want him to fuck me again."
"That makes two of us," Mary said laughing. "I think I'll join you."
While Mary and Debbie dressed, Carol took the dog back outside, then returned. She helped Debbie fasten her bra then waited until they were finished.
"You girls come back now," she said, smiling. "But we're going to have to work out a schedule.
We can't keep going at him like we did today."
"Well figure something out," Mary said gaily, following Debbie to the door. "Just thank God we've got him at all. Tell him goodbye for us."
When the women had left, Carol fixed herself a tall, cold highball and sat down to light a cigarette. She leaned back, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling.
"I wonder who George will send out with the accounts now?" she thought. "I hope he's a young man with a great big, hard cock."
She sat there contentedly, listening to the water run in the shower, wondering how long it would be before Donnie would be able to blow his nuts off again. She was anxious for his man-sized, little-boy prick.
